Punishment Due: The Conclusion Ch. 01

As I lay panting in the afterglow of my orgasm, my senses returned. I realized I had been a bit too hard on him really. I didn't want to do any damage to him, and besides, it meant that I would have to leave him a few days before I could punish him again. Whereas a bit more restraint would mean I could thrash him every day if only I was careful. Still, there were plenty of other things I could do with him. I allowed him to rest for nearly an hour, before leading him to the stable and standing over his as he cleaned the floor. Then I made him a combination late breakfast and early lunch, and allowed him to retire to his room. He was grateful to be allowed to rest, and to his surprise actually fell asleep, despite the throbbing pain in his ass. I left him alone for the rest of the day, and in the evening after dinner we watched TV together as if nothing had happened.

- Day 9 -

The next morning, I woke him up wearing my usual night attire, and was pleased to discover that his cock remained soft. After giving him his usual enema, we sat down to breakfast. Once we were done, I took him to the I used as a study.

"I want you to do some writing for me this morning, son. I want you to understand how things are, and to atone for your appalling behavior. So, this morning, you're going to sit at my desk and write out the phrase 'I'm am a very naughty little boy' five hundred times, understood?"

"Yes Mommy."

I smiled.

"Now, I realize your butt is going to be quite sore today, so if you want to spend time kneeling t the desk instead of sitting, you may do so. Just so long as your lines get done, understood?"

"Thank you, Mommy."

I hugged him.

"Good boy. Now you get to work. I'll look in on you from time to time, and you bring me the lines as soon as you're finished, then we'll find something else for you to do. And don't take too long about it either, unless you want a spanking."

Throughout the morning, he worked away, alternating between kneeling and sitting. I looked on him occasionally, pleased to see that he was doing as he had been told, and enjoying seeing him naked and docile. Finally, he finished his lines and brought them to me, as I inspected them carefully.

"Hmm, not bad. Your handwriting is a bit sloppy, but we can work on that. What are you?

I looked at him pointedly.

"I'm a very naughty little boy, Mommy."

"Good boy! I can see this is going to be easier than I thought, provided you continue to learn quickly. Now, let's go and have some lunch. Then, this afternoon you can do some housework."

The afternoon passed quickly enough for him. The chores he was set were not difficult, or even too unpleasant, just basic cleaning and polishing. By the time we finished dinner that evening, he was beginning to feel a little better about himself. Later that evening, I took him to his room, and said I was going to check his butt and put some more cream on it. He lay on his stomach and tried to relax as I rubbed lotion into his cheeks. As I massaged cream into his cheeks, covering it thoroughly, I then slid a now lubricated finger up his butt hole. He yelped and tried to jerk his hips away. I slapped his butt hard, making it sting.

"Keep still! I want to see how tight your little ass is, so just lie there and take it unless you'd rather have a good spanking."

He tried to relax as I worked my finger in and out of his asshole. He groaned and gripped the sheet as I added a second finger, stretching his hole wider. If felt strange and uncomfortable, but he certainly didn't want to be spanked when his ass was so sore.

For my part, I was enjoying myself immensely. My son had a deliciously tight little ass, and I was enjoying finger-fucking him greatly. My fingers made a wonderfully obscene slurping noise as they slid in and out of his ass. Eventually I stopped and slipped my finger out, as he sighed with relief.

"Yes, you are tight back there. I'll have to do something to loosen you up a little."

He twisted onto his side to look at me.

"Why Mommy? W-why do you have to do that?"

"Because I say so! Because I want to! And because you're going to do as you're told from now on, without asking nosy questions! Stand up!"

I rose myself and stepped back from the bed, as he hurriedly leapt to his feet. I stood over him, with feelings of anger.

"When I say you're going to do something, you do it. I don't want any back talk, understand?"

"Yes Mommy! I understand. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to be naughty, I was just curious!"

I was mollified slightly by his obvious fear, but decided I had to be tough now to get the message across and establish a good pattern for what was to follow. I stared at his pleading face for a moment, then lashed out, slapping him hard and knocking him back onto the bed. I jumped forward and pinned him face down, and began to spank his ass with my hand. He wailed and sobbed at the sudden onslaught. His ass was still sore from the caning, and my hand made his welts burn as well as adding new pain of their own.

I grew excited as I spanked my son. The thrill of hitting him, the sound of his sobs and squeals, the sense of power and domination, all combined to make my body tingle with lust. I kept spanking until his ass was a deep red all over, and the boy was sobbing steadily. Then I stood up and let him lie on the bed crying.

"Are you going to ask any more stupid questions?"

"N-no, Mommy."

"Good. Now go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow."

I started to leave the room, but was overcome by the sight of my sniveling son. I moved back and reached down between his legs, grabbed his ball in my hand and squeezed gently, making him whimper a little.

"Little cry-baby!"

Then I left the room and hurried to my own, tearing my clothes off and masturbated feverishly while my son cried himself to sleep.

-Day 10 -

The next morning added a new twist to what was becoming the familiar routine for him. Once I had administered his enema, I ordered him to bend over the sink again. He did so, expecting another enema, but instead he felt me pressing something into his butt. He moaned slightly at the intrusion, but did his best to keep still as I inserted a small butt plug into his asshole.

"There! You keep that in there until I remove it. That should help loosen you up a bit back there. Now stand up.

He stood up gingerly, feeling strange with the plug inside him. It narrowed slightly at the base, so that his clutching anus held it snugly in place.

"Any questions about this?"

"No Mommy."

I smiled and reached my hand out to stroke his head.

"Good boy, it's nice to see you learning so quickly. Come with me."

I led him back to my room and took a pair of pink cotton panties from a drawer, handing them to him.

"Put these on, they should fit snugly and help keep the plug in place."

He obeyed, blushing from being made to wear what were clearly girl's panties. I had picked them out carefully, being sure to buy ones which were slightly too small for my son. They fitted very tightly, stretching tautly across his ass and making his cock and balls extremely prominent. I smiled, pleased with the results.

"Oh, that looks lovely. You look quite the little sissy now."

After breakfast, I once more set him to writing lines. This time he was required to write "I an a filthy little pervert", five hundred times. It was uncomfortable at first, having the butt plug inside him, but he gradually grew used to it and his muscles relaxed. I kept the plug inside him all day, and in the afternoon had him wash the kitchen floor. I stood in the doorway for awhile, watching him kneeling down, the pink panties stretched tightly across his taut young ass. I was really enjoying myself. In the evening, I took him to his room and removed the plug from his ass.

"There, that wasn't so bad once you got used to it, now was it?"

"N-no Mommy."

It was true, he had been able to get used to it, but he wasn't sure what the consequences would be, either of admitting the fact, or of contradicting me. I then rubbed cream into his butt, and then put my fingers up his asshole. He grimaced slightly as my fingers plunged into him, while I was smiling as I vigorously finger-fucked his ass. He did seem a bit looser than had the previous night. Before long he would be ready for the next phase.

-Day 11 -

The next moring, I was surprised when I heard him knock at my door before I had gone in to wake him. I sat up and told him to come in. He entered nervously, and I could see that his cock was half-hard.

"I-I woke up with an erection Mommy. It's starting to go down, b-but I thought I had better tell you anyway, like you said."

I smiled, delighted that my son had taken my words to heart so soon.

"That's very good son, I'm proud of you. Come over here, next to the bed."

He moved round and stood nervously beside me.

"Now, what caused you to get an erection?"

"I-I don't know, Mommy. Sometimes I, I just wake up with one."

"That's Ok, boys often wake up hard, don't worry. I just wondered if it was anything else. Now, what do you normally do when you wake up hard like that?"

"I-I play with myself."

"Well, go on then."

"You, you mean, now?"

"That's right, honey. Play with that little cock for me, right now." He stared at me in embarrassment, then I glared at him, he quickly reached down and began to masturbate himself. His cock was now totally limp, but he did his best, moving his hand up and down, as I looked at him impatiently.

"Are you going to get hard soon? I don't want to be here at this all morning."

I stared for another minute or so, as he pulled futilely on his cock, tears of humiliation beginning to well in his eyes. Finally, I reached out and replaced his hand with my own. I briskly stroked and fondled his cock, while he gasped at the sudden touch of my hand. His cock leapt to attention as he realized he was being jerked off by his own Mother. I continued to stroke him until he was fully erect, then lay back.

"Now finish it off yourself."

Still stunned by what happened, he grabbed his cock and began to pump it furiously. I took a tissue from the box by my bed and placed it on the mattress next to me without a word. He took the hint and aimed his cock at it, and before long he came. Such was his excitement, that his first spurt shot over the tissue and landed on the sheet, the rest falling on the tissue and soaking it. When he had finished, I gingerly picked up the tissue, and then gestured imperiously at the splash on my sheet.

"Lick that up you clumsy brat! He stared at me hesitantly, then slowly bent forward and licked the sheet, clearly unwilling to swallow his own semen. I watched this performance for a moment, then took hold of his hair and twisted his head around.

"If I tell you to eat come, you eat it! Understand?"

Yes, Mommy."

Have I not made myself clear yet? When I tell you to do something, you damn well do it it and do it fast! Understand?"

"Yes Mommy. I'm sorry Mommy!"

I relaxed and let go of his hair. He straightened up slowly, rubbing his head, while I sat up in bed and threw back the covers. My nightie had ridden up, and he could see all of my legs, and jus a hint of pussy hair beneath the hem. I grinned at him, then pointed across the room.

"Bring me one of my slippers."

He quickly picked up the slipper and walked across the room to me, his eyes wide and pleading. I shifted myself into the center of the bed, my back propped up on a pillow resting against the headboard.

"Over my knee, boy. I think it's time we taught you another lesson in obedience."

He whimpers softly and climbs onto the bed, draping himself across my lap as indicated. I looked down at him. The welts on his cheeks had faded considerably now, and I was confident he could take a good spanking. In a sudden fir of sadism I decided to make my son wait a little bit.

"You were a naughty boy, weren't you?"

I tapped his ass lightly with the slipper, silently loving the way he flinched.

"Y-yes Mommy."

"Yes Mommy. And now you're going to get a good spanking, aren't you?"

His whole body was tense now, as he waited for the punishment to begin.

"Y-yes M-Mommy."

I stared at him, seeing the tautness of his muscles, the sweat forming on his skin.

"Yes Mommy, and it's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Y-yes Mommy."

I could contain myself no longer.

"Here we go!"

I brought the slipper down hard across his ass. He yelled, as much because of the release of the tension as the pain. I pressed my left hand down on the small of his back, while my right hand plied the slipper as fast as I could. He writhed and sobbed across my thighs as I spanked him, his face streaked with tears. My pussy grew wet, and the smell of pussy juice filled the room, mingled with sweat. I watched hungrily as his cheeks grew pink, and then red. Only when it was red all over, did I stop and throw the slipper down. He lay slumped over my lap, and I pulled him off of me and made him stand next to the bed. I sat up in front of him, my legs wide, my wet pussy on display. I could see him staring at it, and was pleased. I wanted him to know how much this turned me on.

"Are you going to do as you're told from now on?"

"Y-yes Mommy!"

"Well you'd better, unless you want more of that. Now get yourself along to the bathroom, clean yourself up, then come back here, and be quick about it!"

He ran from the room, and I threw myself back on the bed, my hands fingering my aching pussy.

The rest of the morning continued as before. I gave him his enema and inserted the butt plug into his ass. Then I gave him a new pair of panties to wear, white this time, but with lace around the legs and waist. After breakfast I let him write lines again. This time he had to write 'I am a sissy little cry-baby.' I could tell he was embarrassed by this, and I loved it. When he brought her the completed lines, his face was red. I made a cursory check of his work, and then looked at him.

"So, what are you?"

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby, Mommy."

"I'm sorry? You'll have to speak up a little."

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby."

"Louder."

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby!"

"You certainly are. Come on sissy, let's go have some lunch."

After lunch, I took him into the living room and sat him down on the couch with me. He looked at me nervously. He had been expecting to get chores to do, and he was worried by the change in routine. I put my arm around his shoulder.

"Now then, I think it's time you learned some skills for pleasuring a woman. God knows, that tiny cock of yours isn't going to keep any real woman happy, so you'd better know some other tricks. Besides, I want you able to make me happy sometimes, and I don't want you grinding on top of me. So you're going to learn how to use your hands and mouth. We're going to watch a dvd first, which will show you what to do, and then you can try it yourself."

I switched on the dvd and he stared open-mouthed at the screen, which showed two naked women together on a bed. He and I watched in silence as the women fingered and licked each other to orgasm. I noticed gleefully that his cock had become erect and bulged obscenely in his too-tight panties, yet he said nothing, too enthralled by what he was watching. I decided I would give him a chance to say something once the film ended, and only if he said nothing then I would punish him. Eventually, the sequence ended, and I switched the set off and turned to him. He stared at me, still shocked by what he had seen. I waited for a second, and was delighted when he said nothing.

"Well, do you think you could do that?"

"I-I think so Mommy. I'll try."

"Excellent!"

I stood up and to his surprise, stripped naked in front of him. His cock pulsed in his panties, and suddenly he remembered what he was supposed to do.

"P-please Mommy, I've got an erection!"

"And what caused that?"

"Seeing the movie, a-and seeing you undress."

"But you didn't say anything when the movie was playing, or afterwards, did you?"

"N-no Mommy, I-I forgot, I very sorry. I was just surprised by what I saw."

"Well now, let's see how you get on with me. If you make me happy, maybe I'll let you off."

He grinned in relief, pleased to have a chance to escape punishment. I lay down on the couch, with him kneeling on the floor beside me.

"Use your fingers first, then we'll try it with your tongue."

I lay back and closed my eyes. He tentatively touched my pussy, stroking it gently. He gently explored my pussy until he found my clit. Then he began to rub it. I groaned and squirmed as my son's fingers began to stimulate me. He grew more confident and before long he was fingering my clit in earnest as I moaned and squirmed my way to orgasm.

When I had recovered I sat up and spread my legs.

"Not bad at all. Now use your tongue."

He started to lean forward, then stopped.

"Mommy, I-I got hard again from doing that."

I smiled. He was obviously desperate not to make the same mistake again, and I decided it might be better to reward that and forego the pleasure of spanking him this time.

"I know, don't worry about it. You're bound to get excited doing this to Mommy. When we're doing things like this together, you don't have to tell me about your erections, ok? You won't be punished for it."

"Thank you Mommy!"

"Now get your face down there and start licking. If you do as good a job with your mouth as you did with your hands, you won't get punished at all."

He ducked his head instantly and began to tongue my pussy. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. The boy was a natural pussy-eater, and I was soon screaming in orgasmic frenzy. Having my own son eat me out felt so wonderfully depraved, and added to my arousal.

That evening I gave him an extra long session on his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his tight little asshole until my arm grew tired, wanting him used to the sensation of things sliding in and out of his ass. Besides, it was just so arousing watching him wriggle under my hand, his cheeks clenching and relaxing, listening to his moans and whimpers. When I had finished, his hole was wide and gaping. A couple more days with a bigger plug, and he would be ready.

To Be Continued...