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Allison A Spanking Story Pt 06

Allison A Spanking Story Pt 06

by imberlygirl
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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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Elliot stood before his mother and sister with his shorts and panties around his ankles and his big, hard cock standing at ridged attention. He could not stop himself from trembling.

Just look at him. So unsure. So scared. Mmmmmmm Poor big brother.

He'd been engaged in a completely perverse relationship with his mother for decades but that was no fault of his mother's. He was the pervert and Mother was only doing her honest best to care for and support him. She was mothering him, nurturing him the best way she knew how considering his grossly perverse desires. She'd assured him that by working together, she'd prepare him for a future suitable for an alternative relationship with a woman. She carried a mother's dedication of near constant, daily guidance of Elliot.

Certainly there had been instances over the last few decades in which he'd endured humiliations and shame that threatened to stop his heart, so acutely affected was the boy; but again, it was all for his own good, Mother assured him. He'd been panty shopping and he'd been to the salon with mother. She'd convinced him that it was essential that he project as a proper panty-boy so that when or if he ever met the right woman, he'd not lose his chance. "We would not want to confuse anybody about who you really are, Elliot." It was at the salon that they removed all this pubic hair. The pretty Vietnamese girl who did that terrified him and gave him some idea of what life might be like with a woman outside of the house.

Additionally, he'd been with Mother to several of Mother's 12 step, support group meetings. He'd learned there was a small community of women who, through no fault of their own, endured a relationship with a deficient boy like Elliot. There were apparently not many, but some others like himself. These women supported one another emotionally for having to endure relationships with deficient and perverse panty-boys as they were called. They worked as a secret community to help one another to make the most of it all while helping the boys in their lives.

At least some of the Sisters were even drawn to boys like Elliot. It was just such a woman, Elliot hoped would one day sweep him off his feet.

Attendance at these meetings were horrible for poor Elliot and he'd endured humiliations beyond imagining.

Yet now he was exposed to his little sister. Allison was such a pretty, proper, good girl. How could she not judge him?

She looks up to me!

Actually, Allison had stopped looking up to her big brother many years ago when she learned he shared Mother's bed. It was explained as a way for Mother to comfort Elliot through his nightmares which he apparently suffered regularly. She did not express it, but it was hard to view him as a young man when he could not endure the "trauma" of a bad dream. She loved her brother but thought him a bit of a panty-waist.

Now she knew it was a ruse. Mother was actually using Elliot sexually on a nightly basis and this put a smile on her face. She was not wrong, however, about him being a panty-waist.

She so admired her mother.

How could he be her big brother? A moment ago, she laughingly asked him if he was her big brother or her little sister. She did this as she unbuttoned his shorts and discovered his panty clad erection for the very first time. He almost fainted.

Oh my god!

"From now on, Elliot, your little sister will be caring for you too. You will obey her as you do me. Your little sister will be your constant babysitter. Your duties and obligations to me will likewise be your duties and obligations to Allison. Do I make myself clear, young man?"

For the moment at least, Elliot had traveled past hysteria and found himself in the waiting room of madness. With forlorn acceptance, "Yes, Mother."

"You will obey her in all things. She will guide you as I do. Understood?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Good," she said happily. "Now, let's show Allison how we begin a spanky."

Elliot tried to pretend Allison was not there and focused instead on Mother. How he lusted for his Mother!

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Carol and Elliot did not have a script for these sessions so much as a shared, general expectations of how this lovely ceremony would play out.

Gently rubbing his hands up and down his soon to be spanked bottom, "Mother, will you..."

Oh my god, Allison's going to see! I'm her brother! Her big brother!

"...please spank my bottom for me?"

Allison felt her heart race.

Oh---My---God! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Perfect!

It was not as though she had no idea how this would go, but seeing it all play out was simply wonderful. As he asked, as he begged, his erection literally flexed with need.

I love my life!

She had no idea how much better it was all going to get.

"Whatever for, Ellie?"

Clearly employing a soft, little boy voice, "I can be such a naughty little boy, Mother. I'm a bad little boy and my bottom is so very naughty. Will you please teach me to be a good boy? Please, Mommy!"

Languidly, "Well aren't you the demanding little boy."

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I don't mean to be demanding, I just... I just love you so much and want to be your good boy. Being good for you is always the most important thing. I do...I do need your love so bad. When you spank me, it always helps me to be a better boy. I want to be your good, little boy, your panty-boy...forever. I'm sorry, Mommy."

Carol was so deep into Elliots head that staying with her forever was his actual hope. All he ever really wanted to do was to kiss his pretty mother's perfect crotch.

Mmmmmmm, Mommy!

"From now on, you will have to be just as good for your sister Allison as you are for me."

Elliot had a difficult time imagining what that might actually mean. Two seconds prior, he was thinking about how much he wanted to suck his Mommy off.

She could not possibly mean...

"Yes, Mother."

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"I've trained your brother to service me as I prefer, using his pretty mouth. I've often thought of him as a "natural" in this regard, but it is likely a skill born from his own enjoyment of it all. Elliot believes, in his heart, that a woman's pleasure is his pleasure. Elliot lives for my pleasure, Allison. It's beautiful and quiet as it should be. Submissive boys like your brother are made for this." She smiled, "Well...I made him for this." She paused. "I don't think he could be more devoted, actually. Wonderful way to end the day. On second thought, it's a great way to begin the day."

Beaming a smile, "And in between?"

"Yes, then too."

Reaching out and caressing her daughter's beautiful face, "He will be likewise devoted to you. It's special. Yet it is a special sort of special. What I mean is that too often things that are special are reserved for occasions. Not so with this. I enjoy Elliot, often three or four times a day."

This got Allison's attention. It struck her then that the level of her mother's indulgence meant that the pleasure in this must be unlike anything in Allison's experience. She could think of nothing she'd want to do four times a day.

"I suspect that you will discover, as I have, that there is a quintessential and perfect reciprocity in this relationship between a woman and a boy. The spanking does so many things, really. All by itself, there is so very much good that comes from spanking a boy. Yet in this capacity, it serves to bond the woman and her boy. It speaks to the nature of their relationship with him in his rightful place beneath her. It's profoundly calming...to her at least. Often for him too. Certainly it can be stressful for the boy. It depends.

"If it's a spanky, there is some pain, of course. Unavoidable. Even when it's just play...and it's never just play, it still burns some. Not terribly, though. After warming him up, I like to put down the hairbrush and use my hand. At this point it is ceremonial and does calm him down and bond him to me. Not just with Elliot, by the way. I've done this to other boys. It's the same every time. They are so relieved when I begin using my hand. Even if it still burns some, it's a comparable pleasure to the hairbrush." She beamed her joy. I always feel and enjoy his excitement."

Indeed, Elliot's "excitement" was always pushing pleasurably into her thigh.

Spanking her son excited and aroused Carol like nothing else.

"If it is an actual punishment, it hurts terribly. He will cry. Again, it simply can't be helped. I provide him with discipline and punishment and he provides me with tears. The tears are essential." Carol's smile spoke to her hunger and pleasure, "And they are beautiful, Allison."

Allison felt her desire with this sharing. She knew making Elliot cry, making a boy cry would be deeply meaningful to her. She'd never done it before but she knew this in her bones to be her truth.

To make him cry...goodness!

"He will hate it." She smiled again. "Yet afterward, I calm him. I hug him and coo in his ear. 'It's alright now, little boy. Mommy's made you a good boy again. Mommy takes care of you.' That sort of messaging. All calming. Very affectionate and loving. Typically at this point, I nurse him at my breasts. He'd suckle all day if I let him. He gets quite worked up from this. I swear he's on the verge of a cummie the whole time." She rolled her eyes with a smile, "Oh, those little boys."

The wonder of it all was that Carol enjoyed non tactile orgasms quit regularly when spanking Elliot and while he nursed from her. The best part of these orgasms was that because there was little to zero friction used to achieve orgasm, she never desensitized from them. She might enjoy anywhere between one and four orgasms while spanking and nursing before Elliot even went down on her.

"In spanking him, you have given him so much. The spanking will give him the guidance and direction he craves. He will need this from you, Allison. Only a strong independent woman can do this for him. Only a disciplinarian. I could go on about the benefits, but soon you will enjoy them yourself. I suppose that indirectly you already have. You see how gentle and well behaved your brother is around the house."

Certainly Allison did. It was understood that often in homes without a father present, older boys often came to run the home, assuming their "rightful place" as head of household. It was all a part of the patriarchy that Allison resented.

With reflection and gratitude, "Yes, Mother."

"In spanking him, by giving him this special and essential discipline, he gets so very much from it. It's only appropriate that he show his appreciation as a boy should. He will be eager to show you his appreciation as a panty-boy, Allison.

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"You've been off your blockers for a week now. Already you are beginning to gain new sensations. As your Mother, I'd advise you to avoid any additional touching down there. It will be so much more special for you if your very first pleasure is appropriately served to you by a boy. We've come up with many wonderful names for boys like Elliot but one of them is a pleasure-boy. Elliot will be your pleasure-boy, your panty-boy, your boy your submissive or whatever else you want to call him or think of him as.

"One thing is essentialy prohibited, however: intercourse. Elliot must never achieve penetrative intercourse. Prohibition is truly essential, Allison."

"I'm more than comfortable with the restriction, Mother, but why?" She'd never given this a thought.

"Simple really: intercourse is for men. Men impregnate women with intercourse. Men convince themselves they validate women in this way and provide them rapture in the process. Men pleasure themselves with intercourse. Men associate all this with their silly notions of superiority to women. For some reason, we have, supported this construct. A lot of women do actually like it this way. Not for us.

"Anyway, I'd never want to confuse little Ellie. It's too much of a risk that he'd take the wrong message away from it all."

Carol wanted to believe herself and to be seen by others as principled in all she was doing with her son. She wanted all her delicious incestuous perversions, her mad desire for control, her physical and to a much greater degree, emotional sadism to be viewed as an effort to nurture, guide and love her son.

She wanted Allison to be able to view her role in this the same way.

"As his mother, I believe that thoughts such as these would not just confuse Elliot, but they would be harmful to him. Elliot will find pleasure and purpose in supporting women."

It sounded good to Allison.

Changing the subject: Would you like me to teach you how to kiss?

Oh my, yes!

Allison thought her mother was stunning. They actually looked a great deal alike so Allison thought this might be especially interesting.

Lowering her chin and with an unintentionally sexy voice, "Yes, Mother."

*

Carol delighted in making Elliot beg for a spanky. For her it was the most arousing "dirty talk" so she enjoyed stretching it out. "Well, why ever should I spank you, Elliot?"

"Your spankings always make me a good boy, Mommy." Elliot's lust was unadulterated and utterly enchanted the ladies. For the first time, Allison wittnessed her brother saying aloud what no man was ever supposed to say. Yet as Elliot said, it, it was clear it was his only truth.

Look at what she's done to him! Oh Mother! Oh Mother, I love you so.

His rock hard erection was leaking a runnel of boy cum as it involuntarily flexed. "You always know how to teach me. Please, please always teach me. Will you please make me a good boy. Please love me."

With a smirk on her face, Mother reached out and ran her index finger up the rivulet of cum, cultivating it on her finger tip. She brought it to his mouth and with big eyes, and open mouth, drew her head back. It was an expression and gesture that asked her son, "You know what is expected here; Are we going to have a problem with this?"

No, they would not.

Elliot opened his mouth and Carol used her cum covered finger as a tongue depressor. Elliot closed his mouth around her finger and did was expected by sucking on her finger.

With a sparkle of delight, Mother slow fucked his sucking mouth with her finger.

Oh my god.

Allison was thrilled with one shock wave after another. She was as aware as anybody about the magnitude of what it was they were up to, how completely out of step it was with societal expectation, yet actually seeing it, experiencing it all was so far beyond anything she could possibly prepare herself for.

She shivered with delight at each passing thrill. She was unusually self possessed girl, but she could barely contain her anticipation and her desire to do to Elliot what she enjoyed watching Mother perpetrating upon him. Watching her mother strip her brother of any sense of dignity delighted her and propelled her arousal to new heights.

Just then, she discovered her fingers were cupped to her crotch, gently and almost imperceptibly running back and forth along the length of her slit. This was born of raw desire, not conscious consideration. She recalled her mother asking her not to do this. Nobody saw it, but she was a little embarrassed as she withdrew her fingers.

"This, daughter, is what the Manual would have you doing on your two hundredth birthday. You'd be the one sucking cock and swallowing man cream." Knowingly, she looked to Elliot as he swallowed the small amount of cum his mother had on her finger tip.

"That's right, Ellie, good panty-boys swallow."

Girls often did not receive the final version of the Good Girls Manual until they were going off their blockers and preparing themselves for first time sex. Allison had read it all before burying it in the backyard. Sucking a boy's weenie struck her as absurd.

A boy sucking her off, on the other hand...

We will have our time alone together, "big brother!" Cannot wait!

In this moment, Allison enjoyed a profound realization about herself. Allison was a predator.

She dropped her chin and stared at her brother with an expression he could only think of as steely. She strangely look like that actor Cameron Westwood in one of the westerns before drawing his gun and killing someone. Elliot felt a shiver god down his spine.

For the girl, it was like suddenly understanding she was on the winning team. Not only did she not have to support the patriarchy, a construct she could not justify supporting in any way, but she could enjoy doing to boys what so many men did to girls.

Oh my god, I LOVE this!

Carol could see it all in her beautiful daughter's expression. She could see an entire universe opening up to the girl she loved more than anybody on earth and she felt her love somehow become greater. She felt the blessed warmth all over her body as she smiled at her daughter.

Looking back at Mother, in thought:

Thank you. Thank you, Mother.

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