The Perfect Beginning Ch. 20

He knew then that he was no longer shielded from Donna as he had been previously.  Those days were over.  It was not as though anyone was under the illusion that Michele didn't completely and totally dominate Tim, it was just that in general, they made a real effort to keep the more sexual elements from right under Donna's nose.  Although Michele had given Donna full disclosure and Tim knew it, it was almost like in some ways, they all pretended that none of it was actually happening. ...Or at least the more explicit and sexual elements were not played out in front of Donna.  It made sense as spankies were sex to Michele and Tim and sex was not typically enjoyed with parents looking on.  Tim's anxiety soared as he realized this shield, their play act, was eroding.  

"I need to go back to the club, I'll leave you two to your fun."

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A week later, Tim was over Michele's knee deep into a passionate pleasure spanking when Donna asked Michele a question through the bedroom door.  After a moment of back and forth, Donna "grew exasperated" by the closed door discussion and opened the door.  Tim was over Michele's knees, totally naked.  "Oh goodness, I'm sorry Michele, I had no idea...!"

The notion that Donna had "...no idea," was preposterous.

"No problem, Mom." And the conversation continued as though nothing was out of the ordinary but with Tim dying a thousand deaths over Michele's knee.  Both Michele and Donna thought it was quite funny how Tim turned his head away and would not look at Donna.  It was like the ostrich with its head in the ground.  

After the brief casual exchange, "Honey, do you mind if I watch?  I have to admit to some curiosity."  

"Not at all, Mom."  The spanking continued while Donna looked on, leaning against the door jam, wearing a smile and far away eyes. 

"Go on, little-one, what were you saying?" 

After so long together, what Tim said during a spanking still shamed him.  The idea that he'd do it now, during one of their super, sexy spankies, with Donna watching and listening was to Tim, essentially having sex with Michele in front of her mother.  And then he reconciled the idea that had been in his head quite a lot of late: this was the way it was now.  He tried to keep in mind on what his therapist, Krista had advised him which was to try his best to buy into it and try to find some fun in it.  Looking at Michele in the mirror, he gave his bottom a very sensual waggle and said in his desperate, sexy-boy voice, "Please, please, Ms. Michele, I'm such a naughty-bottom.  Oh Goodness, please spank my bottom and teach me how to be good for you."  In the sexiest voice either women had ever heard and Michele later thought Tim sounded like a sexy woman in a porno movie, "I have a spanky-bottom, Ms. Michele and it needs it soooooo bad!  Please?  Please, please make love to me and teach me to be good."  He then flexed his spine and offered up his pert bottom by way of begging.  He nearly took Michele's breath away and for once, Michele almost felt as though she had no choice but to spank his ass.

"Please give me what I need. Ms. Please, please! I'm all the way naughty. Need to learn so bad."

"You can be so demanding," she said warmly. "Bad, bad, little boy."

When Tim did his little kicks, his "little girl dance" as Michele called it, Tim heard Donna's laughter.  He tried to embrace the shame.

Donna was both firmly present and then washed away in thought and then back again.  The emotions this stirred within her were profound and the excitement palpable.  Donna was quickly becoming very aroused but had to assure herself that it was alright, that there was propriety in all this.  She was brought up to view arousal and sex as a very, very private and sadly, shameful matter.  Yet in this instance, she'd been invited and this was very special to her.  And she was in no way compromised by the sexual facet of all this and neither was her daughter.  They retained all their dignity as was proper.  Not so much for Timmy. 

Donna was equally impressed by her daughter and felt great  admiration for her.  Even as a young girl, Michele had been a force.  What occurred to Donna was how self contained Michele was.  She was so uncannily self possessed, but still very young.  How could one at this tender, young age seem so relaxed and natural with an attractive and aroused man over her knee?  At least mentally, Michele was unquestionably a very mature woman.  She looked so powerful and so beautiful.  And she'd been doing this to him already now for years!  She created this when still a very young girl!  She considered how much she loved her daughter and how lucky she was to have her.  

"Oooooo, yes!  Please, please make me yours and always teach me, Ms. Michele. Always teach me. Need your lessons. Want to be your good boy so bad."

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"You are a wicked, wicked, naughty little sass-bottom aren't you?"

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"Yesssssss, Ms.  I'm your sass-bottom.  I'm your sassy, little bottom, but I want to be good," replied the clearly distressed and very aroused boy, "but I keep being a sassy-bottom. I don't know why. I'm just a little boy and I do the naughtiest little things. I'm a silly-head."

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"Your little penis is still hard isn't it?" demanded the vibrant, young disciplinarian.

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"Yes, Ms.  I'm sorry!  My little, tiny penis is so hard.  I can't help it.  I'm sorry.  It just does that.  I don't mean to."

"Shame on you!"

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"Yes, Ms. Michele!  I don't mean to.  It just does this because I think you are so pretty.  And my delicate, little-boy penis loves spankies.  I know I'm bad.  I'm sorry.  Thank you for helping me. Thank you for teaching me." 

Donna was shocked to hear a man apologize for having an erection. My stars! Very much the right frame of mind! Very much how he should think, feel and behave when he has an erection! Perfect!

Donna noted that although her daughter had landed a few very hard ones, she did not maintain the initial, fierce intensity.  She could tell Michele was not really angry at all and Tim was not really in dutch about anything in particular.  They were just two young, beautiful people sharing their unique love.  She was watching her daughter make love to her boy.  It was so intimate and so unimaginably beautiful.  Reflecting on what her daughter had said, Michele did look dignified.  In fact, utterly dignified.  He's naked and being spanked.  The shame is all his.  Good. She's giving him a spanky. Love it!

"I see you are doing your little-girl-dance."  This was what Michele called it when Tim or Kimberly, ever so gently, performed little, straight leg kicks while taking a spanking.  Apparently it was some sort of coping mechanism.  Michele thought it was both funny and adorable until or unless it threw off his balance and then it just pissed her off.  "Are you trying to show off for my mother?" she asked with a smile.

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"No, Ma'am.  I just...I don't know..."

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"If you really want to make me cross, you will keep that up now won't you, little one?"

"I'm so sorry, Ms, please..." The incomplete plea was that she not punish him but to not end the spanky.

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"Do you like your little spanky?"

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"Ohhhhh yes, very much!  Thank you, Mother.  I love you so much!  Thank you, thank you, Mommy!"

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"What are you?"

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"I'm your little bitch, Ms. Michele.  But I so want to be your good, little bitch.  I want to be good for you. I want to be your good bitch for always. I want you to own me, forever and ever be yours. I want to be your good, little bitch...to own."

Michele gave her mother a huge smile as Donna's hand shot to her own mouth to cover her shock and joy.  '...your bitch.'  Oh my goodness gracious!  She could never imagine a man being called that and ...he called himself that! Gracious, if she can make him think that about himself, she already does own him. Cute, little boy-thing. My-my, he really is property. Ideal!

Donna considered the spanks half hearted, but his beautiful, pink bottom was made all the more so by the continued spanking. It was a lovely, rosy hue.  It was then that she smiled at the double standard.  Certainly those swats burned, very much burned his bottom.  It's just that Donna knew that if Michele were displeased she could and would spank much harder. Even this "light" spanking would be too much for Donna to endure herself.  At least after the hard ones, that is.  But it's good for him!  He's obviously made for spanking and I'm clearly not.  He should be spanked.  I should have realized that the first time I saw him in an apron.  She smiled and knew her next spanking fantasy would have Tim in an apron while over her knee.

"Settle yourself and say it again."

"Yes, Ma'am!"  Tim put the tips of his toes back on the floor where they belonged.  "I'm your good, little, obedient bitch.  I belong to you, I'm your bitch.  You own me.  I only ever want to be your good, little bitch, Mother.  I love you so much, Mommy. Please, always, always spank me, Mommy. I love you."

He may not be in dutch, but my lovely daughter is quite the Dutch-Mother.  How ever did she learn this?  Donna knew then the import of scolding and communication while spanking.  Her daughter had spoken to her about it but now she really got it.  Of course she knew all along that this was a profoundly psychological and sexual ritual, but until now, it had lived only in her imagination.  All the feeling, the taboo and the psychology had lived without voice in her imagination as a nearly silent movie as she did not know how to give it voice. Or just too scared to give it voice.  Now she realized that this was about what two people shared with one another.  They are together in this and very much making love...or she is making love to him. 

The disciplinarian clearly had the enviable position, but it did not come without responsibility.  She has to know what she is doing.  She needs to really own this ritual.  This is of her making. She's the doer here. She is the priestess of this sacred event.  She needs to know how she is going to communicate her love.  Donna knew this was so far more complete and meaningful than anything she ever shared with any man.  But she gets so much from this too. This is love.  So beautiful.  

She thought Michele looked so beautiful and so splendid and powerful as she attended to her boy.  My little girl is all grown up now, she thought with pride.  I wonder if I could look as good, as self possessed and as perfect as Michele if I had a grown boy over my knee?

Donna's desire to spank the boy had never been greater.  Her whole elaborate fantasy was validated with this little view to a spanking.  The sight of this grown man over her daughter's knee was the single most beautiful and erotic thing she'd ever seen in her life.  The only thing that could possible be more beautiful would be to see herself in the full length spanking mirror with a young man over her knee.  She thought Michele had never looked more like a woman, nor more beautiful as she handled her boy.  At its conclusion, Michele stood the naked, red bottomed and sexually aroused boy.   

Leaning against the door jam, Donna smiled at the boys ridged display. In the twelve seconds of eternity, it was clear that Tim was being put on display and he was breathless.

"I'll leave you two alone to have your fun."  She slipped out smiling to herself but "forgot" to close the door.  

From that point on, they had an "open door policy" when spanking Tim.  Spanking foreplay became a sort of family affair.  Donna could just happen to witness a naked, aroused and humiliated boy almost as often as she liked.  Donna came to really appreciated the verbal back and forth that Michele required of Tim while spanking him.  It reenforced roles but more importantly aroused everybody beyond reason.  When it was time to thank his disciplinarian, the shame faced and red bottomed boy would close the door before going down on his Princess.  Michele enjoyed the freedom of now being able to administer punishment anywhere in the house.

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Michele knew perfectly well that she wanted for her mother what she had for herself.  This could not have been more clear to her.  She felt the movement of another reason, however.  It was all around and all she had to do was to look at it.  She did not want to.