Punishment Due II (2023 Revision)

-Day 7-

In the late afternoon, I found myself downstairs, contemplating how to commence the evening’s indulgences. A sudden impulse guided me upstairs, curious to discover what my mischievous lover was occupied with. Stealthily, I approached the boy’s chamber and paused outside, his closed door beckoning me. However, a keyhole offered a tantalizing glimpse into his private world. Bending down, I peered through the small opening, and a gasp escaped my lips as I beheld my son, sprawled naked upon his bed, his manhood proudly erect. It was evident that the time had come to initiate our intimate connection, and this unexpected sight provided me with the perfect pretext. Straightening myself, I turned the doorknob, entering the room with an air of nonchalance.

“I’m preparing some tea. Would you care to join me?” I began, my voice trailing off as I stepped further into the room, my eyes fixated on his exposed form. He cried out in astonishment, his body frozen in place. I remained silent, traversing the space between us.

“How dare you! You wicked little deviant!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mixture of anger and desire. He lay motionless, overwhelmed by fear and embarrassment. His hand still clung to his now flaccid member, while I stared at him intently.

“Stand up!” I commanded, my voice laced with authority. He obeyed, his hands instinctively covering his genitals.

“Place your hands upon your head!”

He obeyed without hesitation, his eyes locked onto mine as I brought the soapy cloth to his lips. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the power I held over him, the way he submitted to my every command.

As I washed his face, I couldn’t help but notice the way his body trembled under my touch. I knew he was aroused, despite his embarrassment and shame. And I couldn’t resist the temptation to tease him further.

“Is that all you’ve got, my little boy? I expected more from you.”

He blushed furiously, but I could see the way his cock twitched in response to my words. I knew he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.

But first, he needed to be punished for his disobedience. I led him to the bedroom, where I bent him over my knee and spanked him hard, relishing the way his body writhed and squirmed under my hand.

And when I was done, I took him in my arms and showed him just how much I loved him, in the most intimate and passionate way possible. For in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of us, lost in the throes of our forbidden desire.

He was trembling with fear and anticipation as I approached him, my eyes locked onto his. He knew what was coming, but he was powerless to resist. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I also saw something else - desire.

Without a word, I took the soapy cloth and brought it to his lips. He hesitated for a moment, but then he opened his mouth, allowing me to enter. I twisted and turned the cloth, rubbing it all around his mouth, making sure to get every inch. He gagged and coughed, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to feel every moment of this.

As he tried to reach for me, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. He was mine to control, and I wasn’t going to let him forget it.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” I whispered in his ear. “Just stand there and take it, you dirty boy.”

I continued to soap his mouth for what felt like an eternity, relishing in the power I had over him. When I finally removed the cloth, he sputtered and coughed, trying to catch his breath. I gave him a moment to compose himself before moving on to the next step.

I filled the sink with warm water and swirled the soap around until it was nice and bubbly. Then, I pulled out a large syringe and showed it to him.

“This is an enema syringe,” I said, watching as his eyes widened with fear.

I filled the syringe with water and instructed him to bend over the sink, sticking his ass up in the air. He complied, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I placed the nozzle between his cheeks and pushed it inside.

He grunted with the intrusion, but soon he began to moan as I pushed the plunger, forcing the water deep inside him. I held him in that position, watching as he squirmed and writhed with pleasure and pain.

When the syringe was empty, I released him, watching as he stumbled back, his insides swollen and cramping. He was mine, completely and utterly, and I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures I could inflict upon him.

Now, when I withdrew the syringe, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I watched as he hurried to the toilet, his body trembling with anticipation. I knew he was mine to command, and I relished in the power I held over him.

“Don’t you dare let any leak out anywhere,” I warned him, my voice low and seductive.

As he sat down heavily on the toilet, I couldn’t resist the urge to watch him. I wanted to see every inch of his body, to explore every curve and crevice. And so, I followed him into the bathroom, my eyes fixed on his every move.

When he was finished, I grabbed his arm and shoved him into the shower. The water cascaded over his body, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of desire as I watched him. I took the large scrubbing brush and began to wash him, rubbing vigorously until his skin was red all over.

He moaned slightly as I lathered and washed his little cock and balls, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at the sound. I ignored his hard on, knowing that I would deal with it later.

I turned him around, bending him over slightly, and began to rub and soap his asshole. He gasped as I touched him, his body trembling with pleasure.

When I was done, I pulled him out of the shower and threw a towel at him.

“Come on, dry yourself off, and be damn quick about it,” I commanded.

He hurriedly obeyed, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him again. I reached out and grabbed his little cock and balls, feeling them twitch in my hand.

“Right! Let’s go to my room,” I said, my voice low and seductive.

I dragged him along the landing, his body trembling with anticipation. I pulled the stool out from my dressing table and picked up a large hairbrush. I sat down and hauled my shivering son over my knee, staring for a moment at his cute pink ass.

Then, I brought the brush down hard.

“There! This is what happens to dirty little boys in this house!”

I took the brush in my hand, feeling the weight of it as I gazed at him with a fierce hunger in my eyes. He knew what was coming, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.

As I brought the brush down hard on his ass, he let out a scream that echoed through the room. But I didn’t stop there. No, I continued to spank him with all the force I could muster, relishing in the way his body writhed and squirmed beneath me.

“Please, Mommy,” he begged, his voice hoarse with pain and pleasure. “Please, no more.”

But I couldn’t stop. Not yet. I needed to teach him a lesson, to show him who was in control. And so I continued to spank him until his ass was a deep shade of crimson, until he was sobbing and begging for mercy.

Finally, I pulled him off my knee and stood him up in front of me. His face was red and streaked with tears, but I could see the desire burning in his eyes.

I reached up and took hold of his balls, squeezing them gently. He whimpered, but didn’t pull away.

“Are you going to behave yourself from now on?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Good,” I purred, giving his cock a slight smack. “Because if I catch you misbehaving again, you’ll be in for a much harsher punishment.”

He nodded again, his body trembling with anticipation.

“But for now,” I said, running my hand down his chest and over his hard cock, “let’s see if we can’t find a way to make up for your naughty behavior.”

I gently caressed his tender orbs once more, exerting a delicate pressure that elicited both pleasure and tears from him.

“Yes, my darling. Promise me, my sweet boy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire.

Maintaining my firm grasp for a few more tantalizing seconds, I reveled in the sight of my son writhing with a mixture of ecstasy and anticipation. Eventually, I released him from my grip, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Now, my love, retreat to your chamber and remain there until I grant you permission to emerge. And do not bother adorning yourself with garments, for I desire you to remain in your natural state,” I commanded, my voice laced with a hint of dominance.

With tear-filled eyes, he obediently made his way to his room. As minutes passed, I undressed myself, shedding the confines of clothing and reclining upon my bed, my fingers teasingly exploring the depths of my femininity. Engaging in fervent self-pleasure, I skillfully delved into the wetness between my thighs until waves of ecstasy washed over me. In that moment, I reveled in the knowledge that this encounter with my son was merely the prelude to an intoxicating journey of passion and desire.

After a couple of hours had passed, I descended the stairs to prepare a sumptuous dinner, leaving my son to his own devices in his room. The encounter had left him shaken, bewildered by the sudden transformation he witnessed within me. He grappled with a sense of shame for indulging in such forbidden acts, while simultaneously fearing the unknown depths of my desires. Anxiously, he awaited my beckoning call, his nakedness leaving him feeling vulnerable, a sensation that ignited a thrilling excitement within me. Finally, the time came for me to summon him, and he descended to join me for dinner, his naked form a testament to his vulnerability and my insatiable arousal.

“Should you get dressed, my sweet boy?” I purred, my voice low and sultry.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “N-no, Mommy,” he stammered.

“Good boy,” I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest. “You know how to please me, don’t you?”

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as I leaned in closer. “Now come here,” I commanded, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

As we broke apart, I could feel his body trembling with desire. “I’m fed up with shouting at you like this,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. “But I know you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

He nodded again, his eyes dark with lust. I could feel my own desire building, and I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

After dinner, I sent him to wash the dishes, watching him from the living room as he moved about the kitchen. When he was finished, I called him back into the living room and ordered him to stand in the middle of the room, his hands on his head.

I circled him slowly, my eyes drinking in the sight of his young, lithe body. My pussy throbbed with need as I imagined all the ways I could make him mine.

Finally, I stood in front of him, my hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. “You’re such a good boy,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

With that, I pulled him into another deep, passionate kiss, my hands roaming over his body as we gave in to our mutual desire.

From this moment forward, my dearest boy, I shall firmly grasp the reins of your desires. I yearn for you to comprehend your rightful place in this existence, particularly in the realm of women. A profound transformation awaits us, my love, and you must acclimate yourself to this new reality. When I issue a command, you shall obey without question. If I forbid an action, you shall refrain from it, lest you find yourself ensnared in genuine peril. No forewarnings, no futile debates. Should you displease me, retribution shall befall you, do you understand?

“Yes, my enchantress.”

Ah, splendid. I find great pleasure in your response. Henceforth, when I address you, I expect to hear the words “Yes, my enchantress” or “No, my enchantress,” spoken with utmost politeness. Should your tone betray reluctance or anger, or any such emotion, you shall be subjected to punishment, do you comprehend?

“Yes, my enchantress.”

I gracefully settled upon the couch, leaving him in his submissive stance. “Very well. Let us establish our accord. From this day forward, you shall wander this abode unclothed, unless instructed otherwise. As I mentioned earlier, whenever an erection arises, you must promptly inform me. Engaging in any form of sexual activity, no matter how slight, shall result in a most thorough spanking. In the coming weeks, we shall embark upon a myriad of new experiences together. Furthermore, you shall assume greater responsibilities within our household. While you were away at school, I employed a new housekeeper, for Mrs. Perkins had to depart to care for an ailing relative. Her name is Susan, though you shall address her as Miss Jenkins. You shall treat her with the same obedience as you do me, and she shall oversee your contributions to our domestic affairs.”

I paused, allowing the weight of the moment to settle upon us, my gaze fixated on him with an intensity that spoke volumes. The sheer horror etched upon his face revealed his realization that Susan, dear Susan, would soon lay her eyes upon his naked form. Yet, despite this revelation, he possessed the wisdom not to protest. A surge of satisfaction coursed through me, for I could not bear the thought of my son succumbing to foolishness. And so, he remained silent, his shock rendering him numb, unable to voice any objections.

“Furthermore,” I began, my voice laced with a newfound authority, “I shall begin disciplining you more regularly. It has become abundantly clear that I have been far too lenient in the past. Henceforth, you shall receive spankings on a regular basis. I expect you to willingly submit to your punishments without a hint of resistance or complaint. Any defiance or argumentation will only serve to worsen your chastisement. Do you comprehend, my dear?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of trepidation and acquiescence.

“Good boy,” I purred, a hint of satisfaction coloring my words. “I am confident that you shall soon grow accustomed to our new dynamic, and we shall thrive. Now, come hither and take your place beside Mommy.”

With a nervous flutter in his heart, he settled himself upon the couch, his body trembling slightly. I extended my arm, enveloping him in an embrace that exuded both tenderness and control. My fingers caressed his shoulder with a gentle touch, drawing him closer to me. A deep blush stained his cheeks, and the glimmer of tears danced in his eyes as my gaze lingered upon his partially aroused manhood. I couldn’t deny the undeniable allure of his impressive member, but I knew that he would be far more malleable, far more susceptible to my desires if he believed otherwise.

“Now, my love, it is time for you to retire to your bed. We have a busy day ahead of us,” I whispered, my voice a delicate melody that resonated with anticipation.

-oOo-

-Day 8-

The following morning, I awoke with an eager anticipation that coursed through my veins, rendering sleep impossible. Today was destined to be an extraordinary day, one that would ignite the flames of passion within me. Rising from my slumber, I gazed upon my reflection in the mirror, dissatisfied with the modest long t-shirt that clung to my form. It simply wouldn’t do. Without hesitation, I adorned myself in a sheer, black negligee, its delicate fabric barely concealing the contours of my body. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips, for I knew the effect it would have on him. With a buoyant step, I descended the staircase and ventured directly into his chamber, where he lay nestled in the embrace of his bed, his eyes already awake and alert.

“Good morning, my love,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire.

Seating myself upon the edge of his bed, I allowed my presence to envelop him, my seductive negligee captivating his gaze. Leaning forward, I ensured that my ample cleavage was prominently displayed, a tantalizing invitation he could not resist.

“It is time for you to rise, my darling,” I whispered, my words laced with a commanding tone. “I desire for you to proceed to the bathroom, cleanse yourself, and brush your teeth. Once you have completed these tasks, come to my chamber, unclothed. Knock upon my door and inform me of your readiness. Do you comprehend, my love?”

His response, though hesitant, was laden with a mixture of astonishment and longing.

I timidly uttered, “Yes, my dearest Mother.”

Rising gracefully, I turned my back, feigning interest in the room’s surroundings. Yet, my true intention was to entice him with a tantalizing view of my supple derrière. Slowly, I pivoted, placing my hands confidently on my hips. The sheer fabric of my attire left little to the imagination, intentionally revealing the delicate contours of my womanhood. I relished in the satisfaction of witnessing his struggle to gaze upon it, while simultaneously attempting to avert his eyes.

“Oh, what a disarray this room is in! You shall tidy it up later. Now, come along, rise!”

With a determined stride, I advanced towards him, forcefully removing the sheet that concealed his form. Just as I had anticipated, the sheet’s removal unveiled a noticeable bulge in his pajamas. A blush crept upon his cheeks, and I glared at him with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Reaching down, I firmly grasped my son’s throbbing manhood.

“Did we not discuss erections yesterday? Do you recall?”

His expression turned crestfallen, his eyes welling up with tears as he squirmed in profound embarrassment.

“Y-you said I must inform you whenever I experience one and explain its cause.”

“Indeed, my love. So, why did you not inform me?”

He gazed at me with a desperate longing in his eyes, his silent plea echoing through the room. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I firmly grasped his broad shoulders, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. With a mixture of anticipation and a hint of mischief, I raised my hand and delivered a sharp, yet gentle, slap across his cheek. A startled yelp escaped his lips, and a cascade of tears began to stream down his face, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

“Why didn’t you confide in me? Tell me now, or face the consequences,” I demanded, my voice laced with a seductive authority.

His response was a breathless admission, his words trembling with vulnerability. “I didn’t experience such desire until you entered my life.”

I feigned shock, my eyes widening in a display of feigned innocence. “You mean to say that merely gazing upon me ignited such a passionate response? Your own mother?”

His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a mix of reverence and longing. “Yes, my dearest Mommy.”

Taken aback by his confession, I instinctively took a step back, allowing the weight of the moment to settle between us. “Very well,” I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of authority. “I expect you to swiftly attend to your needs in the bathroom. Once you have finished, come to my room, and we shall embark on this forbidden journey together.”

Leaving him behind, his tears trailing in my wake, I exuded an air of anticipation. Fear mingled with excitement, a potent cocktail that coursed through my veins. Yet, I refrained from exacerbating his distress, urging him to hasten through his customary morning rituals. And so, with a sense of urgency, he arrived at my door, his knuckles tapping gently against the wood.

As I swung the door open, my eyes drank in the sight before me. He stood there, bared and vulnerable, his nakedness a testament to his surrender. In contrast, I had adorned myself in a pair of sleek black leggings that clung to my curves, accentuating every contour. A simple white t-shirt adorned my upper body, while black ankle boots adorned my feet, adding a touch of dominance to my ensemble.