Mother leaned down and hugged him and he was saved.
“Good boy.”
“Good boy” should have bothered him but it didn’t. Actually it felt good.
*
The blockers were not completely out of his system because not until Mother left him alone did he realized he was hard again. The poor boy did not even know how to masturbate or what it was, so he tossed and turned through the night.
*
“So we will try this again, young man and go from there.
“Come to Mommy, let’s get those pants off you.”
This was the talk she’d mentioned the night before. This was going to be what got him through this. He was severely messed up and Mother was going to find a way around all this.
He was laser beam focused on her. “Yes, Mother.”
Elliot felt his stomach sink as he made his way to her. All night long, all he could do was think about how pretty Mommy was. The poor boy’s cock was rock hard the entire time and was not even certain he got any sleep.
She’s going to see and think it’s because of her. It’s not!
It was.
He’d convinced himself he was hard for some reason that had nothing to do with his mother even though he spent the whole night obsessing over her. He thought of all those terrible things she made him say. The most horrid part of it was that there was at least a little truth in it all.
Not really. I’m not a little boy!
The previous day, while he stared at his mother, while she held his cock so firmly in her fist, did not at least a little part of him want to be her good boy? The answer to this scared him. And didn’t he want to do what she said? He did not want to think of it as “obeying” mother but it was hard to get around.
And then there was the spanking. He recalled how just before being bent over Mommy’s knee, he felt himself almost paralyzed.
He remembered all the previous spankings he’d earned himself as a younger boy. As a boy, he had no choice. He remembered all the times he’d been over Mother’s knee as she spanked him. It hurt terribly and he was seized by the memory of being completely out of control of his own body. It needed to stop but it didn’t and there was not a single thing he could do about it. As Mommy spanked, he was helpless and this sense of helplessness, complete powerlessness was all because of Mommy.
He remembered all of it at once because it was the same every time. Even in the years he was bigger than Mother, she was not to be disobeyed. She took down his pants and he was compelled to stand passively for this humiliation. She guided him over her knee and again, he was passive in his acceptance. She would speak to him then about how naughty he’d been and the humiliation was everything. He was consumed by the humiliation of all of it until the spanking began.
As she began spanking him there was nothing else in the world but the fire she was creating on his naughty bottom. Nothing else. Only the pain he somehow had to get away from. He could not endure one more single spank and it had to stop right now! Yet the spanking continued. He could endure no more. Yet Mother kept spanking. It was horrible. He was powerless to Mommy.
Yet was there not some good in this? Mother always said it was for his own good and she certainly meant it. And afterward, she always hugged him and soothed him. He remembered never feeling more loved than in those blessed moments. In those moments, as she hugged him, as Mother pressed his face between her breasts and he was possessed by her scent, it made the spanking worth it.
It was odd to him because when on the front side of a spanking, he’d NEVER make the trade. A spanking followed by a hug was the exchange he would not hesitate to dismiss if given a choice. Yet afterward, as Mother held him, he’d look back on that spanking and think: yes, it was for my own good. He thought he’d accept that spanking every day for the feeling Mother gave him just then as she hugged him. In this he felt loved. And he loved his mother.
And he believed it was for his own good. Eventually, Mother stopped spanking him so he reasoned he was better behaved and simply no longer earned spankings.
Because she taught me.
The day before, as he was bending over her knee, he remembered all of this and was once again overwhelmed by Mother.
As he lay in bed last night he tried desperately not to think about the spanking Mother gave him. It was not the same kind of spanking as it was play but it conjured all the same feelings he experienced as a boy. The other big difference was that he, for the first time realized…
…how pretty Mommy was while she did it to me.
He was drawn to her and the pull was inescapable. He knew there was something wrong with him as he should not feel that way about his mother, but it was undeniably there.
She’s so pretty and the spanking was so fun.
By fun he meant sexually stimulating which was a brand new feeling for Elliot.
He reasoned it was a weird, one time thing.
It’ll pass.
Yet here they were going through it all again and he was erect before it even started.
She’s going to think it is because of her but it’s not.
It most certainly was.
Carol’s long, elegant fingers played slowly over his bulge as she took her sweet time undoing his button fly. She looked up at him with an encouraging smile.
So pretty.
Her beauty comforted him.
She’s going to see!
His exposure traumatized him.
Slowly lowering his pants, “Oh, Ellie,” said in defeat. She removed his boxers and beheld a beautiful penis. Perhaps in all her lifted, she’d never seen a harder cock as her son’s in this moment.
Lovely.
Everything it represented encouraged her and reassured her that what she was doing with Elliot would work out to her liking.
Lovely!
“How terribly disappointing, Elliot. I hoped that maybe…”
“I’m sorry, Mommy.”
His words were beautiful to her. Yesterday was such a big moment, she was not sure if he’d said it then but in this case, his words were indelible. She adored that he was apologizing for his erection.
As he should. We will have many more apologies, little Ellie.
All her adult life, men thought they were God’s gift and much of it was associated with their cocks. A cock she knew he believed made young women fall all over themselves for him. Elliot was apologizing for his. She was tickled.
“We have one final test but I have to say I have strong suspicions about how this is going to go. Come with me.”
She clasped his wrist and guided him to her room. Her bed was unmade but she noted that if things went to plan, she’d never need to make a bed again.
“Get in Mommy’s bed, Elliot.”
He complied.
Mommy’s bed felt so good and he was dizzy with her smell.
Carol got on the bed with him, sitting cross-legged as Elliot lay on his back.
“Now, Ellie, I want you to look at me the whole time. I want you to stare at Mommy and not look anywhere else, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy.” So transfixed was he, he did not even know what she said or how he responded. All he knew was that his mother was captivating.
“Mommy’s going to handle you now much as I did yesterday.” Carol did not wait for a response, when she reached out with one hand and grasped her son’s cock right at the base.
So wonderfully hard! My, my. Good boy.
She was tempted to gently stroke Elliot but she did not want to teach him how to self stimulate. She simply gripped him firmly, possessively.
“Just look at Mommy.”
He could not look away from his mother.
“Now, repeat after me: I want to obey Mommy. Just keep saying it.”
He could hear himself from some great distance repeating Mother’s command. He did it over and over again.
She allowed him to meditate on these words for about five minutes. It turned out this was soothing to both of them. Mother was just as aroused as little Ellie but if Carol was one thing, it was patient.
And he did want to obey Mommy.
“Now, Ellie we are going to change to: When I’m naughty, I need Mommy to spank my bottom and make me a good boy.”
He must have said it for at least another five minutes all the while feeling the blessed squeeze to his rock hard cock and admiring how pretty Mommy was.
And he remembered again that when she spanked him, it really was for his own good. He knew in his heart that Mommy’s spankings were loving guidance.
“Okay, Ellie, now for the last thing. I want you to repeat what I say, but I need you to remain still, do you understand?”
Elliot felt a pulse of trepidation with this but he felt absolutely powerless to his mother as she held him by his cock. It was quite literally his joy-stick and she controlled him completely.
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Repeat: I must always please Mommy.”
“I must always please Mommy…”
After about a dozen times, she held some sort of fabric over his face. Intuitively, he jerked his head to the side attempting to avoid what she was doing. It smelled strongly and it was repulsive to him. Carol simply followed his movement with her hand holding it over his mouth and nose.
He brought his hand up to pull hers away but caught himself. He’d get a spanking. He’d get a hard spanking if he interfered.
She held it there until he stopped holding his breath and took many deep breaths.
Carol removed the worn panties from his face and took in his fear. “You must repeat what I’ve said, Ellie.” Carol was being strategic in this scent conditioning. She did not want Elliot to get used to the smell or it might not be quite so effective.
He went back to repeating the mantra, “I must always please Mommy.”
After several seconds she held the waded up panties over his mouth and nose once more.
Again, it was offensive. It smelled of sweat and pee and he was not sure what else was in the mix. He struggled mightily with it but tried desperately to relax despite its repellent smell.
Once more, Carol removed her panties from his face and he continued with the mantra.
It occurred to Eliot that at last, just before she removed the fabric, it did not smell quite so bad as it did at first. It was very strong and pee was not what he thought of as a pleasant smell, by any means.
Was it not so bad that time?
He continued with the mantra and as he did, two things occurred to him. He really did want to please Mommy. Also, he was shaken by the idea that he did not dread or fear Mother placing that fabric over his face for a third time.
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