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And he deserved the shame he felt at being exposed to Donna for all these reasons and then some. He'd wanted Donna to spank him ever since Michele had told her they were girlfriend and boyfriend. He'd long fantasized about being over her knee, suffering at her pretty hand.
God, when other guys fantasize about fucking women, I dream of being spanked by them! What is wrong with me!
As his cock pulsed in his Kitties, he could already feel it getting wet.
As strange as it was sharing all this with her mother, Michele was just as turned on as Donna and Tim. She already knew that before bed, Tim would lick her to several orgasms.
As excited as Donna was, as aroused as she was, as her skin tightened and her nipples hardened, as she felt her excitement between her legs, she also felt a wave of calm wash over her. This was her truest self. This was her nature and how it was supposed to be. Putting a beautiful young man over her knee just felt good and natural.
It just feels right.
She realized that she was feeling what her daughter felt while spanking her boy. She remembered how self possessed Michele looked when spanking Tim. They were more alike than Donna had previously known.
Smiling she said to Michele, "Honey, I know he belongs to you, but since it is my birthday spanking, may I touch him as I see fit?"
Michele had no problem matching her mother's smile and with her breathy, deep voice, and and genuine love she felt for her mother."Yes, Mom, please, I want you to. Do whatever you like. Play with him."
Without hesitation, Donna reached out with index finger and began tracing the length of his cock. "Somebody wants a spank...king," Donna said with a happy, teasing voice and a million dollar smile.
"I guess it's not too hard to see why I call that my 'panty-cock'," Michele said with a laugh as she jabbed it lightly with her fingernail. "We also call my little penis: Missy."
"My goodness no, that's perfect. It is a panty-cock...he is a panty-cock!" The two women laughed. This was the dawning of a profound realization for Donna: she wanted her own panty-cock to lord over, her own submissive boy. "And you've named her Missy! I love that!"
Bestowing a girl's name upon a man's cock was beyond the limits of propriety and she loved it.
She's using his own penis to emasculate him. My stars, that's beautiful!
And then Donna did what she'd always wanted to do: she joyously squeezed Tim's cock in her hand. Holding it by the base, she gave it a good long and very strong squeeze. Even with the panties on, she was able to get a good part of her hand around his shaft. God that felt good!
Her ex would never let her do that, or truth be told, she never let herself do it to him even though she'd aways wanted to. Suddenly she realized and regretted that she'd always been so sexually repressed.
She delighted in watching Tim swoon with tension as she rhythmically squeezed the root of his cock with gusto. She squeezed hard. She squeezed harder. Then she squeezed as hard as she could.
Tim took it all and his excitement built as he looked down admiringly as Donnas swelling bicep and fierce countenance.
She smiled up at him and thrilled at the look of disbelief and panic and lust wash over the young man's face.
Mmmmmm, Mommy's little boy likes!
For the first time in her life, she felt really free, aroused, "wicked" and with no negative self judgment. For the first time in her life, she felt sexual empowerment and she could not have felt better about herself. She liked who she was becoming; she liked the new Donna.
Then, guiding him by his cock, she turned him sideways to her in order to get a better look at his bottom. It felt natural to guide him, not just physically, but also spiritually by his cock. A cock never seemed more like a handle than it did just then, a tool used to control. She smiled at the thought.
She was struck by the shape of his ass and the fact that it had no hair at all that caused Tim to look more girly to her. She couldn't help but think he was suddenly way more girlish in the most delicately submissive way.
His ass was so smooth and pert! She ran her hand over it and gently up and down his crack. God, she longed to spank him!!!
Suddenly Donna knew just what she had to do, "Before we get going, can I do something?" she asked with urgent excitement.
"Of course; anything you want, Mom." Donna sprung up and led Tim into her room.
A few minutes later when they emerged, Michele laughed with joy. A prancing, dainty femboy was led back into the room by the wrist, wearing only his pink kitties and the most adorable braided pigtails. Tim was gone; it was mother daughter and their submissive, little lezzy-girl, daughter/sister, Kimberly. It was just one big, happy girl-family!
Donna did not desire Kimberly.
Though maybe having him as a girl might be fun sometimes
It was just that like her daughter, she really related to and appreciated the eroticism that rushed over her as the agent of his intimate humiliation and emasculation.
Further, she did not yet know about all the girl conditioning Tim had endured up until now. She had no idea that she'd triggered the presence of Kimmy though he did seem to be behaving differently.
Michele loved watching her mother. She admired the ease by which Donna embraced what they were doing. And the pigtails really signified to Michele that she was her mother's daughter.
*
Seated once more, Donna went back to squeezing her girlyboy's rock hard cock.
Michele took Tim gently by the wrist and slowly pulled him down over Donna's knee.
For Kimberly's part, she did not resist even a little. Instead, she mincingly and ever so meekly allowed herself to be led by the wrist and positioned over Donna's knee. She was so well trained and she knew resistance would be a grave mistake.
Kimmy and Tim learned to read the situation well enough to know when Michele would like some play resistance or if feeling playful, when she'd permit it. Each also knew when to be absolutely obsequies.
"You naughty, little boy! Imagine that, dressed as a girl and your little penis is all excited!" she said gleefully.
With that, the boy was back. Donna did not know she was rapidly activating and deactivating Kimmy. The consequence of this rapid shifting personalities put the boy in an elevated emotional state.
More than anything, this was who Tim had been forced to become in the face of female authority. The weakest submission felt natural and and by then, fully accepted by Kimberly and Tim. He waited with his body pitching an A-frame over Donna's knee. Tim, Kimberly, supported and balanced himself on her toes and fingertips.
At this point, after having endured his exposure, after having given in to the experience, his obsessive worry about his appearance emerged. Desperately, he wanted Donna to think he looked good. Even as a boy, he'd been taught to be always body conscious. He was especially self conscious of his butt.
Oh my god, how do I look? Does my butt look too small?
He was convinced it was and he drowned in self doubt. He was aware of how his panties felt and wondered if they were in the optimal position to make him more desirable. He arched his back to push it out to her as an invitation.
As she spanked him, she spoke to him about his shame. Like her daughter, she allowed her mood to venture with the experience and it was reflected in her tone. She ranged from contemptuous condescension to gleeful bitchiness. Donna spanked gently, yet her words stung far worse than any spanking.
She underscored how unbelievable it was that he wore "little girl panties"... and obviously enjoyed it. "Actually, I get the panties. I understand why you'd wear them. It's because you have such a small penis isn't it?"
spank...spank...spank...
Tim and Kimberly were highly distressed. Each was an entity unto themselves and now they were being addressed as one. The dissonance was overwhelming.
"I don't...I think so."
spank...spank...spank...
"It's so petite and delicate. You could never get a man in panties. A man cock would just burst out of those little girl undies like Superman. Your little penis isn't strong enough is it?
"No. No, it's so delicately small and pretty," she said happily. "Poor, poor little penis." She beamed.
spank...spank...spank...
"The thing that's so unbelievable is how much you like wearing them. I don't even have to ask, I know you love them. I suppose you don't belong in boxers and you do look kind of pretty in under-panties."
He took solace in her demeaning compliment.
But does she mean it or is she just being mean? Please God, please let her think I'm pretty.
spank...spank...spank...
Gradually her force increased to something less than moderate, but she slowed down to a very constant and very slow pace. She shamed him for taking a spanking, for meekly allowing himself to be spanked. "This has been going on since the beginning, hasn't it?"
"Yes," he said with voice cracking.
spank............spank........spank...
"Hmmmmmm, this is very satisfying. What kind of man lets an under-school girl spank him? Think about that, you were not strong enough to stand up to an echelon twelve girl, whom you were hired to babysit." She laughed delightedly.
spank..................spank.........spank...
"I...I know. I'm sorry," he offered lamely.
All the while, she warmed his bottom.
spank..................spank.........spank...
"You couldn't stop a little girl. My, my, my. She was so young, so much smaller than you and she completely dominated and mastered you. You were emotionally, intellectually and spiritually broken by a little girl. Completely cowed by my little girl," she said with admiration.
"Yes, you absolutely belong in panties, in little-girl's under-panties. Panty-boy. To the victor goes the spoils." She laughed.
spank..................spank.........spank...
At first, Tim was certain he could take this spanking all night, yet it went on...
She shamed him for not being a man. She continued to rubbed his nose in the fact that his masculinity fell to a girl (even though by this time, Michele was older).
spank..................spank.........spank...
She taunted him joyously for allowing himself to be turned into a pantycock and laughed a delighted, mocking laugh at him as she spanked him.
spank..................spank.........spank...
She shamed him for his weakness. "Do you know how appropriate it is that Michele and I refer to you as a boycow?"
spank...spank...spank...
"I'm not sure. I...I don't know..." came his totally confused and overwhelmed response.
spank..................spank.........spank...
"Cows are great big, physically strong animals but they are the most weak willed of all. They are emotionally and spiritually weak such that they can be ruled over and domesticated by much smaller people. They are so easily broken.
"And you are cowed by Michele every day of your life! You are a boycow!" She and Michele laughed some more.
"I want my little boycow to moo for me. Beg me to keep spanking you with sweet little moos. That's right, beg for your spanky."
spank...spank...spank...
Michele was blown away.
Where did this woman come from!
"moooooooo, moooooooo..."
How the women laughed.
Eventually, and it seemed he was over Donna's lap for a very long time, the very slow, but very regular spanks began to take their toll.
spank..................spank.........spank...
Most of all, she shamed him for being excited by it all. Through all of it, his "...little panty-cock clearly indicates what a pervert you are. You like this! Little Missy is all excited isn't she?"
spank...spank...spank...
"Yes," he replied gently.
Laughter.
spank..................spank.........spank...
"You like all of it and you should be ashamed of yourself."
And the pain was immense because every single thing Donna said was true.
And then it hit him, Donna really wasn't spanking hard at all. Her shaming words undid the boy and seemed to amplify his physical pain. As light as it was, the spanking was very emotional for the boy and his weeping soon turned to sobs.
Yet Donna would not tolerate loud sobs and chastised the "big, strong man until he got himself together enough to cry more quietly and kick ever so gently.
"That's right little boy, do your little-girl-dance! Do it gently or I'll really give you something to cry about. And you go ahead and have a good cry. Get it all out, but you make sure to cry delicately. Yes, cry delicately for Mommy. I want a pretty little cry out of you. Mmmmm, Mommy loves making her little boy cry. Yes, yes, give Mommy a pretty cry."
Donna realized she was greedy for the boys tears caused by her hand.
spank..................spank.........spank...
Tim's whole body shook gently as he wept over Donna's knee. "You need my spanking don't you little boy?"
spank..................spank.........spank...
Tim blubbered some sort of reply.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Came the succession of very hard stinging spanks. "What was that young man? I couldn't understand you."
Michele marveled at her mother. She could not believe how natural she was at this.
My god, this is her first ever spanking and look at her!
"Yes!" came his response.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
"'Yes' what?"
"Yes I need a spanking!" he cried.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
"'Yes I need a spanking...'?"
Tim panicked not knowing what was expected. With the hesitation...
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Suddenly he understood. "Yes, Mommy, I need a spanking! Thank you, Mommy. I need a Mommy-Spanking!
"And thank you for making me cry, Mommy. Thank you, thank you, Mommy. I want you to have a pretty cry. I hope my pretty cry pleases you! I'm so grateful to you!"
And then he did what he'd never done for Michele, salaciously, he wiggled his bottom while deep into a spanking. He was beckoning his Mommy, enticing her. He was still begging for it even when he was an absolutely undone, mess.
Michele was more than impressed and knew it was because the spanking was so light. His overwhelming trauma, the cause of his tears was all emotional and brought about by Donna's words and the larger context of being spanked by his girlfriend's mother. To Michele, there was profound beauty in this. She was overjoyed to witness and be a part of her mother's awakening.
A knowing smile hung over the boy. spank..................spank.........spank...
"Well aren't you the greedy one! You have a hungry, greedy, little bottom. Shame on you for making demands of your Mother!"
spank..................spank.........spank...
"I...I'm sorry, Mommy!"
Mother and daughter laughed delightedly.
"You know," interjected Michele, "if you want, you can call her Kimberly as well. Kimberly is her girl name."
"Oh my god! Kimberly, I love it! She's a perfect Kimberly."
Donna very slowly inched the panties down in the back, allowing them to bunch just bellow his cheeks. Of course the front was hooked on his cock head and embraced his cock with a maddening firmness. She put down her new hairbrush and used her hand.
spank..................spank.........spank...
It was a delicate spanking.
Donna really took her sweet time, really drawing out and enjoying her birthday present. Spank count was long forgotten. Since most of the pain was emotional and she was not really even hitting hard, Michele surmised that Tim's bottom was really in very fine shape, thus allowing Donna to enjoy the emotional aspects of spanking to the fullest.
"There now, that's not so bad is it?" she asked in a breathy voice. Her spanks were very gentle now and Tim loved that she was taking it easier on him, even though he was no less aroused, nor was he less emotionally devastated.
"Do you want to be my good little Kimberly or..."
SPANK
"do you want to be my naughty little boy?"
SPANKSPANKSPANK
"Kimberly, Kimberly!" the boy whimpered.
"Good girl." Donna took a break and caressed her girl's ass. She smiled with satisfaction at the feel in heat of her girl's hot, little bottom.
Yes, maybe having a little girl sometimes would not be so bad after all...
He shifted into Kimberly.
"Tim?" came Michele's disembodied voice. He shifted back to Tim. The boy was so lost in his relief that the spanking was over, he found himself sort of disconnected while still draped over Donna's strong knee. "Little boy, it's time to thank my mother for your spanking. Do as you are expected."
Michele pulled Tim's panties up before he stood before Donna.
To Donna's delight, he went to his knees before her. His tears looked absolutely stunning to her. He'd never looked so beautiful to Donna.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, my boy."
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
Tim reached for and gently took Donna's hand and began kissing it. He kissed her palm, gently and passionately. He kissed the underside of her fingers, the spanking side of her hand.
She liked that her hand was becoming wet with his tears and hot breath.
He kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you, Mommy. I hope my naughty bottom helped you have a good Birthday." He went on kissing passionately and he heard Donna laughing with unadulterated joy and delight.
The experience exceeded Donna's most extravagant imagining. She could not help but laugh. So often reality failed to deliver the heart's greatest desire. How often she'd wanted something with all her heart only to experience disappointment once attained. Not this time.
Her fantasy was the perfection only her imagination could give her. Having this lovely young man over her lap redefined perfect. And that Michele asked Tim to think of her and refer to her as his mother! This was the best birthday she'd ever celebrated.
"Alright now Mom, make sure you return him to me by nine for his evening prayers. And Tim, make sure you behave with my mother as you'd behave with me. Obey her in everything." Michele stood and so did Donna who was quite confused.
"I don't understand?" Donna half stated and half asked.
"What's not to understand, Mom. It's a little after five and you get until nine to play with your little boy...the son you've always wanted. Love him the way you want to love him. He needs his Mommy."
Glancing to the boy who was now standing with his shorts around his ankles. "You mean..."
"I mean, enjoy your present. And by the way, he's been trained not to pull up his shorts until or unless given permission. I usually prefer to do it myself"
Mother stepped over to and hugged her daughter. "You are a God send. I could not have a more impressive daughter. I love you so much, honey."
"You deserve it, Mom." Whispering into her ear, "Don't forget, he has a small penis...and it's off limits. But anything else...anything you want from him. And I mean it, anything." She pulled away and smiled at her mother.
"Thank you for trusting me. You are the best daughter a mother could ever want."
Michele went to her room purposefully in order to ease her mother's anxiety as she knew how her mother was feeling. Michele knew her mother had not had a man in her bedroom since Michele's father left when Michele was still a little girl. Donna would have enjoyed knowing that in fact Michele felt like the best daughter a mother could want.
Donna admired her daughter as she watched her walk from the room. She was just a girl when all this started, but now she was a full grown woman. Certainly at a glance, many would think she was still a girl, but Donna knew otherwise. To Donna, her daughter was beautiful in every way.
