Allison A Spanking Story Pt 03

This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work.

The terms, "boy(s)" and "girl(s)" are used to refer to characters over the ages of 18 years. All characters featured herein are well beyond the threshold of legal age for sex.

For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety experienced 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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Allison was at peace. She was moving in a direction with Peter that was to her liking and she was very much at ease with the process. Being at peace was Allison's default setting. Perhaps just a girl, but she had been around for 123 years, and in that time, she'd gained some self awareness.

Her mother Carol had encouraged her to consider certain options as though she were an adult.

Too, she was pretty. Men mostly stayed away, but she caught them leering as much as she cared to. Mostly she liked that they wanted her. It felt nice and as it should be. Also she was pleased that despite their attraction, they kept their distance.

And he stays behind the fence. Good boy.

She was off her blockers and felt safe so she could focus on the pleasure of being wanted. Often it aroused her when she felt their attraction in part because everybody knew she was off limits.

She liked to be the beautiful girl they wanted, while she hunted for her own boys.

Allison had all the advantages.

It's so much better to be a girl.

Even though the world saw her as "just a girl," she knew she could get any guy she wanted.

And she knew what she wanted. She'd read the Lanza books and took everything from them that she related to and wanted for herself. With her looks, brains and disposition, it was easy for her to get it too.

And she was a girl in all of this. Despite her profound sexuality, she was viewed by society as a girl and she liked viewing herself the same way. Even when enjoying adult pleasure, she did so as a girl. Being a girl was always, in her mind, central to the pleasure she took from it all. She was a big girl. She was a girl who felt and projected as a preternaturally mature girl. She was a very conservative, dignified, proper, good-girl. Allison was proud of herself for being so fundamentally good.

Above all else, she enjoyed being a mature, self possessed good-girl who broke, controlled and used men. She enjoyed showing them that despite all they might have believed about themselves as men, they were just little boys to her. She got off on killing their sense of themselves as men. She wanted to see the light go out in their eyes as she took this from them. She wanted them to know this was done to them by a girl. In this endeavor too, she took tremendous pride.

Allison was an extraordinarily prideful girl.

Girls like Allison, girls that went to church and got good grades understood what it meant to be good. And Allison expected her boys to be very well behaved, good boys who lived in accordance to her rules. Adhering to her rules would, by definition, make them good boys.

Maintaining a good boy was just another point of pride for her.

Over the years, she'd broken several men. And she adored using them for her convenience and pleasure. She greatly enjoyed leaving them broken too. She saw to it that these boys were devoted to her to the point of addiction. And then she smilingly left them standing in a pool of their own tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little boy but it can't be helped. Poor baby...Oh no. I might even enjoy it, but no. If I gave you even one more spanky, even a goodbye spanky, it would only encourage you...No sweetie, you cleaned our home thoroughly just yesterday. We are all good on that front. I've found a new boy who will be taking over your responsibilities... That's a firm 'no.' Mother is finished with you as well. Can't be helped. I'm afraid this is goodbye for good...Now don't start crying again (giggling.) Okay now, bye-bye."

Over the course of decades, she'd broken teachers, fathers of some of her friends, boys from school and even the paster at church.

After a break up, she genuinely loved seeing these boys when out and about town. She enjoyed the discomfort they felt when they considered the resultant stress she caused them to endure for her amusement and pleasure. With a little distance, they could separate from their want of her and focus on the taboo, the wrongness of it all, the social boundaries they violated in order to be used by her. Aside from this disonance, she saw their want persisting. She loved knowing that she changed these boys who once thought of themselves as men. Despite their self loathing, they'd crawl back to her and it always made her so very happy.

The only thing better than viewing their discomfort, desire and heart break after a break-up was to put another boy through the process. Breaking a boy was just so delightful to the girl

There really was just so much to be proud of.

And now she had Little Peter. Perhaps it was premature to consider him broken at this point, yet she knew it was only a matter of taking him in hand and guiding him just a bit further before his manhood was forever devastated and she could consider him property.

He was different. She'd told her mother that Peter might become very important to them. Peter was a hypersexual and this was her greatest find. The chances of breaking a man that was also a hypersexual was slim, but she'd done it. Too, she was very attracted to him. She was way too confident and composed to feel anxious, but she knew she wanted him. For Allison, the attractive, hypersexual boy was the ultimate discovery and breaking him would be her greatest accomplishment. The opportunity to own a boy like this would not come along often, so she had to consider, for the first time, if she'd want to deviate from how she'd enjoyed herself in the past and actually keep this boy as her own.

Well, to be owned with Mother, of course.

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Carol was a patient woman. She was a woman who was mindfully self composed and patience was central to this preferred way of looking out at the world as well as being seen by the world. In her mind, the allowance of time to perceive and appreciate often presented an intrinsic reward. When she accepted that social interactions played out at their own pace, she felt a greater sense of harmonic pleasure. Impatience had its place and time but was usually every bit as much of a mindful practice and was selectively practiced with boys.

She looked forward to her daughter's response.

*

"I admit that as I began reading it, I wondered if any of it was real. I mean..."

Carol knew what she meant. Michele Lanza presented a whole different way of looking at the world.

"Yes, it was... revelatory. There is a lot to it all. Yet I suspect, because we are so much alike, beautiful daughter, that it stopped your pretty, little heart only because you wanted it to be real. Of course that was my reaction."

"Certainly, Mother. She's amazing and what she..."

Carol smiled. It was not often that her brilliant daughter stumbled in her expression.

They were discussing GOT, Girls on Top While Chaste. It was a somewhat subversive text as it presented a radical new way of seeing the world and a girl's place in it. GOT was an alternative to the Good Girls Manual that was taught to girls all throughout their decades of schooling.

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The Manual made clear to them their place in society. Women were to be happily subservient to men. Women were to obey their male counterparts in most things and to look to men for general guidance. Perhaps nowhere was this more important than in the bedroom. The average man of this world preferred sexual release two to three times a day over the course of an eighteen hundred year sexual lifespan. It was clearly understood that in this capacity, women were to sexually service men. This was their duty.

Good girls were put on earth to support men as pretty, eager to please subordinates. Just about any girl would smilingly tell you that they were honored to submit to a man that loved them and that catering to the right partner was something to live for. While the research on this was murky, it was generally believed that at least ninety percent of women preferred a dominant, male partner and subservient lifestyle for themselves.

At 200 years of age, after going off their blockers for the first time, many girls went to live for a couple of months at an academy. Here they were acclimated to a whole new sexual lifestyle. Hypersexual men could make quite a good living teaching young women how to find their own pleasure while seeking to satisfy men. Attendance was strictly voluntary so those who enrolled tended to be the most enthusiastic young learners who graduated with a sense of pride about what they could achieve in the bedroom while pleasing a man. Many even projected a sense of superiority over their less well educated sisters when it came to satisfying the right man and thought themselves not just better educated, but superior lovers to their future partners.

Certainly some viewed this lifestyle to be not quite right for them. Though still a small minority, there was a growing number of women who simply did not relate to the Good Girls Manual.

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"I want this."

Mother continued to beam her smile.

She is so my daughter.

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"Hmmmm, let me think... I suppose what I find most interesting...or one of the many things I find interesting," she smiled with everything she had, "is the idea that I can use a man's sexual desire for me to break him."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Carol agreed.

"I think it is because we have been taught, since we were little girls that the engine of his desire, his cock, is a big part of why men are superior to women. Or at least that is the physical symbol of their superiority. I like how Lanza views their desire of us as not just an advantage, but a strength... or the leverage that can be used to invert the entire world view of male superiority and hegemony."

"Yes!"

"I don't see myself as a revolutionary, Mother, but like you, I'm a little different."

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After dropping her blockers, she discovered her sex drive was at least a match for the average man and like her mother, preferred at least three orgasms a day. Sometimes more. She was so grateful they had Elliot, her brother, to use for this important purpose.

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Lanza made clear in all her books that she was living her truth and hoped that all girls and women would do likewise. If a woman preferred living her whole life subordinate to a man, great! That was to be enjoyed.

Yet there was nothing at all wrong with women holding the reins of power over a man...or boy as she was fond of referring to them as.

There were boys learning of this alternative way too. None of this was normal, but it was far more acceptable to be a dominant woman than to be a submissive boy.

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Both mother and daughter held definitive views and strong beliefs in the benefits of corrective discipline. Boys behaved so much better when taught and guided by a woman or strong girl; therefore discipline was good for them. Spanking was viewed as a natural expression of a woman's love for a boy.

Spanking is love.

Considering how beneficial spanking was for the boy and the relationship, the sexual gratification each woman took from administering a spanking made perfect sense. Mother and daughter each enjoyed regular orgasms while spanking their boys.

Each viewed the administration of discipline as a sacred duty. Spanking was so purely good and noble it was integrated into their religion. Spanking became both ceremonial and highly ritualized.

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Elliot usually took his lunch break at home. He did this every day so that he and his mother could share their Mother/son time in private. Allison would be at school.

"Elliot, come here, young man." He was beckoned to Mother's bedroom.

Elliot was going to get a spanking. Elliot knew he was always going to get a spanking, from his passionately loving mother.

Love Mommy so much!

The only question in his mind was whether her intention was to administer a spanking or a spanky. He prayed the later and as was usual, always a bit aprehensive.

By now, Mother had been conditioning him for decades. His sense of himself as a man was long forgotten. Elliot was a well behaved boy so naturally he knew spankings were good for him. That did not mean they were not scary. Even spankies hurt some. Elliot had come to know that he was a very fortunate boy to be so loved by his mother

Certainly his mother would not spank him if she did not love him. Yet spankings were frightening and he hoped and prayed that his loving and very strict mother sought only to put him over her knee for some play time. Strict love was the best love for Elliot.

For Mommy to love me.

While spankies always hurt some, they were much easier to handle than real discipline or punishment. Whether just nervous at the prospect of a spanky or quite frightened of a pending punishment, his cock always responded in anticipation.

Because Mommy loves me.

Mother's love was what Elliot lived for.

Carol had taught him that when his cock hardened for her, it was a sign of his perverted love for her. It also showed him how right the spanking was and how good it was for him. The love, the goodness and the fear sometimes filled him with a degree of anxiety but he was grateful to accept Mother's wisdom and guidance.

"And if that feels confusing, to feel love and fear at the same time, Little Elliot, that's understandable too; after all, you are just a boy." Carol trace tickled Elliots hard cock with the tip of her fingernail. Elliot thought his mother was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Little boys can be such silly heads. Mother will guide you. Always trust mother's love."

Out of breath, "Yes, Mother."

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As ever, Elliot was both eager and anxious as he approached this special time of day. With each step from the front door to his mother's bedroom, his anticipation of love and fear seemed to double such that when he actually reached her door, he was all but trembling.

There was always the possibility of a very hot bottom with all the love bestowed upon him.

On this occasion, he was thrown off. His pretty sister Allison was with Mother, sitting primly on the padded bench Mother had at the foot of her king size bed.

Something wrong?

She had her hands in her lap and as ever, she sat with spine and neck, completely erect and she had an eager, almost excited smile on her face. His sister was so very dignified that expressions of open excitement were a rarity. They were about to become just a little bit less rare.

Carol had been enjoying her special Mother/son relationship for a few decades and until now, Allison had been kept in the dark about it all. Allison was only in her 50s, had been on her blockers and since Carol had not sought this new lifestyle for her daughter, she and Elliot shared this aspect of their relationship in private. Certainly Allison had seen Elliot in Mother's bed almost nightly but Carol explained to Allison that Elliot slept in her bed because he suffered nightmares. Allison thought her elder brother not the most manly older brother but they kept this family shame on the hush-hush.

Why is Allison here?

Carol was a thoughtful and enlightened mother. She knew well that different children had different needs and as a committed mother, she saw to each of her children's needs. Allison had been off her blockers for a few weeks and with the effects completely out of her system, a demonstration seemed appropriate. Mother and daughter had discussed it at length yet poor Elliot had no idea what was coming.

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"It's no longer an ordinary bedroom, Allison. My bed chamber is a sacred temple and has been for a few decades now. It was especially important to me that Elliot understand that when he was admitted here, he was stepping into what is essentially a church.

"I'm pleased that your time has come, that you are ready to be a young lady or as you like to think: a mature girl." She smiled warmly as her lovely daughter. "I too appreciate that you enjoy being a girl and want to venture into all this as such. I think it darling.

"It will be nice to stretch our relationship more completely within the walls of our home. In this way, we will make it more wholesome and loving. This will be very good for Elliot as I want him to better know his place in a home.

"And I am very excited for you, Allison. You are going to have what I never had and it will be so very special to you."

"How do you mean, Mother?"

Carol caressed the side of Allison's beautiful face with her hand in the most gentle and loving gesture. "What I mean is that this will be not just formative for you, but truly lovely. You are special, Allison. You are different and you deserve a different experience. You deserve what I wish I had had for myself, what all young women like us deserve but so very, very few of us receive."

She was pretty sure what her mother meant but hearing from Carol was reassuring and comforting to the girl.

"You will get to experience something magical and beautiful. You will come to understand the kind of love that can only happen between a woman and a boy. You will take your pleasure, lovely daughter and it will satisfy like nothing you have ever known.