Allison – A Spanking Story Pt. 05 by KimberlyGirl
Experience the thrilling conclusion to Allison's steamy spanking saga in part 05 of this adult sex story. Dive into a world of taboo desires and intense passion as Allison explores her limits and embraces her deepest fantasies.<br/>
This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele’s work.
For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety when at least one character realizes that they are not the person they thought they were.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Pete comes to realize that as he falls under Allison’s spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.
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The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume “blockers” which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Some young people will begin to “date” around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children’s clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children’s clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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“It has been said time and again, we are responsible for our own happiness and nothing is stopping us from attaining it. Look at us.” Carol’s lips creased into a smile and the pleasure she took from the world was self evident. Just then, Allison viewed her mother as a cat who sat contentedly licking the blood off her claws.
Allison viewed her mother as a sexual goddess and carried nothing for her but respect, admiration and love. Her mother was the perfect role model.
“Would it not be better though, Mother, if there was a bit more equality. I mean, men run everything and I’m not sure we women could not do it better.”
“You might be right but as I look out, things don’t look quite so bad. War seems to be a thing of the past, reasonable measures to maintain population are in place, the environment is balanced enough, according to the scientists, and most people have enough to get by. As I see it, most of the trains are running on time.
“My focus is on my world and I am most pleased with what I have.”
Allison agreed with Mother as usual. “Yet it is the principal, Mother. Men are so…”
“Darling, I take your point, I do. Nonetheless, it serves us. It does,” she said with a warm smile. I’d like you to consider how you made your brother cry this very morning.”
This was an unexpected turn in the conversation that caught Allison off guard. Her cheeks rose to red and the smile blossomed on her lovely face. She did not expect this to become a “naughty” conversation, one that might cause her arousal.
“You made your brother cry over some little thing. You made your considerably older brother cry like your little boy. How did that make you feel?”
Making her brother cry did to Allison exactly what it did to Carol any time either made the boy cry which seemed to happen at least weekly if not more often. She felt titillated and fully aroused, self satisfied and spiritually uplifted. She felt all these things on a profound level. Thinking on it, she bit her lower lip in the most adorable way while failing to hide her smile. Unleashing her smile, “I appreciated it, Mother.”
“Certainly you did. As well you should. It’s beautiful and I appreciate it just as you do. Aside from the spanking…and in part because of it, why do you think your brother is such a prolific, little cry baby?”
Beaming at her mother, “Shame.”
“Precisely.” Carol matched her daughter’s smile. “Shame is such an important element in this new, beautiful way of life. And your brother would not feel this way if the world were otherwise.
“Consider your cousin Mary. She loves her place beneath her husband Mark. She proudly submits to his leadership. Do you remember how at the last April 21st celebration she was telling us all the story of how Mark had,” with this, she flashed air quotes, “to give her a spanking for some little thing. We all smiled and she was certainly having her fun entertaining us all, but she was not ashamed in the least.
“The world more or less expects this of her. Societal expectations of your brother are just a little different, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Of course,” replied Allison.
“That shame he experiences… Check that, that shame he lives with at all times is only possible because of his failure,” more air quotes,” to live up to what he thinks he needs to be, based upon societal norms. Thank goodness for those blessed norms!”
Mother and daughter shared a warm smile.
“That shame he feels makes your brother more… let’s say: cooperative.” Carol punctuated her understatement with another broad smile.
“And it really is beautiful,” added Allison.
“And it really is beautiful,” agreed Carol. “I can honestly say that few things in life are more delightful than making a man or a boy cry.” For a moment, she looked far away.
How many times have I cum from making that lovely boy of mine cry? Satisfying.
These were warm memories.
“The shame is used to keep him in his place. It’s the yoke on his soul. Wonderfully useful and ultimately very beneficial for him. Few things make me feel more connected to him nor more of a loving mother than when I am nurturing him with shame. It’s good for him, Allison.”
“And I have to agree, Mother, it likely would not feel so wonderful if it were not the very rightest thing to do.” Allison too had cum many times while enjoying the tears all over Elliot’s lovely face; tears she inspired. “His shame and making him cry is something I love with all my heart. The joy I take from putting him in such an emotional state makes me prettier and I am convinced that it maintains my little girl spirit.”
While Allison was in manner as mature and cultivated as any adult woman, within her was the spirit of a girl. She just adored feeling herself as a girl, looking out at the world as a girl and perhaps more than anything, being seen as a girl. In this way, she continued to feel a sense of wonder in life. There was too, great vitality in feeling herself as a girl.
“That and spanking him might be my very favorite things in life.”
“Not to mention when he kisses your pretty little-girl crotch.”
“Mother!” said in playful shock. “You can be so impolite.”
They smiled at one another with all the joy in the world.
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Carol carefully crafted Elliot’s sexual identity through manipulation, eroticized humiliation, classic psychological conditioning and down and dirty gaslighting.
“Elliot, we will try this one more time, but I’m afraid that if you respond as you did the other day, we will have to have a very uncomfortable conversation.”
Elliot was horrified. Since the day previous, when he’d endured the most humiliating encounter of his life, something so beyond his imagining, he’d remained quietly in isolation ruminating about everything that had happened. He even considered suicide, so traumatized was he.
Sometime at night, his mother came to him as he lay in bed. She sat down next to him and assured him it would be okay and that they’d get through this together. She brushed his forhead with her hand and soothed him. They locked eyes and she gave him her very familiar closed mouth smile.
So pretty.
He could smell her and it comforted him.
Mommy.
Quickly he admonished himself for thinking of her as Mommy. He told himself it was just a slip.
It was so comforting to have his mother repeatedly brushing his face while using her calming voice to talk him down from his hysteria.
Mother is so pretty.
She brushed, over the cover of his blanket, his shoulder and arm resting her hand innocently on his bottom.
“Hush now, little boy. You are going to be alright. It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow after Allison goes to school, we will have a talk about it and find a way forward. Okay, little man?” With this, she patted his bottom reassuringly.
She was a life perserver in the most literal sense. He believed her.
“Yes, Mother.”
He’d almost called her Mommy and was so grateful he’d caught himself. He hated calling her Mother as it seemed so formal and deferential. Allison called her that but he did not have the stomach for it. Just then, however, Mother felt appropriate.
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