Allison A Spanking Story Pt 16

What I do to Elliot within this section, on the surface is admittedly mean. By this I mean it ranges beyond the sort of eroticised abuse all the rest of the storyline is defined by. I don't have it out for Elliot. Laughing. I am laughing because a couple of trolls, (weird pastime) have complained that what I have written is not loving enough, romantic enough, or in some other way, possessing sufficient warmth and sunshine. They claimed to want something more approaching a loving, romantic, femdom relationship. What a great thing to have in one's life. It's simply not what I am writing about and I think it was pretty well indicated on the tags. Perhaps in a future story? We shall see.

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I think this has one more chapter. Maybe 2.

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This story takes place in a very male-dominated 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 years 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 signalling 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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A fine boy.

Mother beheld her boy and took stock of her feelings about him, the relationship they had and the life they shared in this loving home.

She brushed a strand from his forehead.

He was her son and the product of her design.

Ellie breathed deeply from his mother's perfect crotch as a shiver of desire traveled his spine.

Carol smiled as she felt him tremble.

Mommy's little one. Yes, good boy, need Mommy!

She loved when he teasingly tickled her crotch as he drove himself crazy with her scent.

Her continued attention, loving guidance and corrective hand had fashioned Elliot into a fine boy. All of it was her doing.

Carol's conquest served as a validation and greatly expanded her sense of possibility. Hence forth, she used her insights and killer looks to bring other men to their knees. With her confidence at an all time high, she was queen of her domain.

Elliot had been striding, somewhat eagerly toward what he presumed was his just dessert. He'd not been arrogant or in some other way overcompensating for some insecurity as he looked forward to his future life as a man, yet manhood was his prized ambition.

Carol had other plans for her son and considering he'd had decades to envision himself as the future, independent, self-realized Man, she was all the more pleased by her accomplished intervention on this important matter. Certainly pleased, but also prideful. She viewed her son, his place in the world and perhaps most importantly, how he viewed himself as a product of her aptitude and devotion as a mother.

Elliot was a forever-boy. Elliot was a panty-boy. Elliot's sense of self dead-ended with the understanding of himself as a thing. Inelegant perhaps and that was why he did not want to see himself as such, but he knew it to be true every time he dismissed his own ambition on any matter, no matter how trivial, no matter how consequential, should it conflict with Mother's preference, or even what he honestly imagined was mother's preference.

What would Mother say?

What would Mother want of me?

He did not like to think of himself as a thing, but he knew he was.

Always obey Mother.

His life was more pleasurable when he comported himself in accordance with this basic understanding. Failure in this regard almost certainly ended in tears. For these tears, he had only himself to blame.

There were hidden thoughts to the contrary, yet they were fleeting. "That's so unfair!" or, "She's being so mean!" were occasionally considered in the run up to a spanking, yet he knew it was self deception, a deflection, born of fear and concocted as a voiceless protest and justification for why he should not be spanked. In more harmonious times, he'd view his behavior as the irrational, indignity of the impotent child he knew himself to be. Mother could never be blamed for the correction he asked for. It was not as though he was unaware of what his selfishness, willfulness or bad attitude would call forth from his ever loving Mother. Mother was devoted to him in this way.

He made mistakes and Mother corrected him.

Mother was ever vigilant as a devoted, loving mother should be. Once she discovered who Ellie really was, Mother assumed a great responsibility. Though he'd been spanked countless times since, he'd never forget how his life changed on a dime. In an unusually playful mood, Mother had initiated a silly game in which she justifiably spanked him over her pretty knees. So powerful was his psychological reaction, he experienced his first ever erection. His poor mother was so distraught and her powerful upset forever more framed how he viewed himself. Instead of turning him out as he imagined most mothers would after discovering that her son had inherent and perverted, incestuous panty-boy leanings, she, with the full might of her love, devoted herself to helping him fully transition into whom he discovered he was meant to be.

She'd actually helped him and while he was rightfully ashamed to be a panty-boy, a feeling she assured him was natural and would never abate, with Mother's guidance, he learned how to be Ellie. He learned how to be a good boy. It was an immense challenge, but Mother was there every step of the way.

In the beginning, there had been a great number of spankings as he had so much to learn. Yet learn he did. Mother helped so much that before long, he really was behaving himself to Mother's liking.

Yet Mother continued to spank Elliot regularly, even when he was not "strutting his sassy bottom about the house." Given usually twice a week, these spankings were delivered with a great deal of love and care by his devoted mother with the intention of helping Elliot maintain the right baring. It was essential, she explained, that he project the appropriate temperament of a panty-boy. One of Ellie's very first realization was that panty-boys were prone to tears.

In this way, Mother explained, panty-boys were like little girls. Apparently she'd done a great deal of research. It was part of the transition, it was all about accepting who he was meant to be. There were so very few, she'd assured him, but for those women who sought those like himself, they actually preferred their boys to be not just gentle and obedient, but highly emotional. She'd made clear that no woman respected a crybaby, but for women like these, there was a conflicted acceptance as a crybaby was viewed as emotionally sensitive and this sensitivity was valued by a strong woman. Shameful yes, but at least some good came from being deficient. An emotionally in-touch boy was more sensitive, paid better attention and proved to be a better support partner to a strong, demanding woman. She'd helped Ellie become a very emotional boy.

The Spencer women were often cool, even to the point of being aloof. Too, they were supremely arrogant. They found Ellie's gently emotional effluence soothed them such that they experienced a greater sense of self control and a deeper appreciation for their own superiority. Should either feel the least emotional dis-regulation, they simply spanked little Ellie to tears and in the process exorcised their disquiet and reacquired their sense of self possession. The orgasms helped too.

Carol very effectively taught her son to respond emotionally and sexually to dominant women. Beyond that, she conditioned him to respond sexually to shame such that he was irresistibly attracted to the women who emasculated or in some other way, shamed him. A simple scolding caused him to stiffen for her. Next he'd be crying and that was even more shameful. His humiliation just made his cock harder and his sense of submission all the greater.

They saw to it that Ellie was sexually stimulated by their dominant assertion. They saw to it that his obvious state of arousal was itself a reason to be ashamed of himself.

He was conditioned by a sadist to be a fine boy.

The breathing of her crotch and this, were his two favorite parts. He loved opening his mouth and gently munching down on her whole crotch with his wet lips. After teasing them both up for so long, she always rewarded him with a...

"Good boy, lil' Ellie. Oooooo, yes, that's Mommy's good boy. Just like that."

These were his favorite parts, until she came. It was hard to beat a big, strong, gushing Mommygasm for ultimate joy and spiritual validation.

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At home or in public, Ellie was to be submissive to his mother and sister. Often it was to be apparent but discreet. If they were in public, it was noticeable but subtle enough to be missed or ignored by most. If they had company, it was much the same though Ellie was apparently just a bit more attentive than a young man his age was expected to be. He was well mannered and unusually deferential to his mother and sister.

Sometimes women from Mother's support group were received as company and Ellie was to behave as a panty-boy was expected. There was no pretense. These were frightening occasions as he was loath to in any way, embarrass his mother.

Mother had invested so much of herself into his transition with the hope that one day he'd have a chance of finding love and a relationship with a woman who might, against all odds, find herself attracted to a panty-boy. The women from these meetings both intrigued and terrified poor Ellie.

Most of the women who attended these meetings, it was explained, were not interested in panty-boys. They attended meetings as they were the "unfortunate" women who discovered, much as Carol did, that they had a loved one who happened to be, despite their wholesome upbringing, a panty-boy. Most came to support one another through a difficult challenge. A minority attended because they happened to be attracted to panty-boys.

Ellie would not have suspected this as he'd attended a number of these meetings at his mother's side. The first time he attended, he was paraded about in the most profoundly humiliating way. He was stripped down to his panties and introduced to every single woman in attendance. Many of them took liberties with his body all while his mother stood right at his side, smiling on. As upsetting as all this was, Mother looked almost proud and this settled Ellie somewhat. Her tight, pinching grip on his upper arm, likewise steadied him and kept him present.

It seemed to Ellie that these women were very into panty-boys, but his mother assured him they were just "getting into the spirit" of it. "They all carry the same burden as me, Ellie. I suppose we all just do our best to have some fun and try to normalize it. It's a support group, after all. And a few of them actually are into it. Some of them are shopping, Ellie," she said as though presenting an opportunity he'd need to ready himself for.

At that first meeting, Mother performed a demonstration spanking of Ellie in front of all the women. While he cried and cried, they seemed to be having the very best time. He realized they must be very good sports because they really did get in the spirit of it all and in this way, a great deal of support was shared by these women for his mother. After his spanking, he was again paraded past all the seated ladies who seemed to have a great time feeling him up. It seemed his hot bottom was quite an attraction though his "little penis" received a great number of shameful comments and just as many caresses and playful slaps and pinches.

One particular woman commandeered his body and had him sit on her lap. She was stunning and the way she looked at Ellie affected him on some deeper level. She, ever so gently, traced one of his trailing tears and brought it to her pretty lips, actually tasted it.

He was shaken by this. He sat perched on her lap for no more than 10 seconds but it remained a vivid experience. He could not get over how nice it felt with one of her arms reached around him and with one of her hands rubbed his upper thigh and hip.

Whispered into his ear, "Mommys good boy." His eyes grew suddenly large as she'd struck an even deeper nerve. His just spanked bottom seemed to burn especially hot while sitting on her lap.

Laughing, "Come on along now Ellie, you little tart." Later, Carol shared that this particular woman was one of the few who actually liked panty-boys.

While she took his breath away, he was relieved to be ushered off of her lap as Mother continued parading him before the rest of the women.

He knew intellectually that they were not personally attracted to panty-boys, but he could not help feel like a piece of sex candy being used to entice a great number of hungry women. They all seemed very into it.

"They are doing that to support me, Ellie. They know how hard all of this is on me. They know how difficult it is to have a son like you. They want me to feel better about myself." Put that way, it made a lot of sense. "So they try to turn it into something fun and funny. Besides, you should be gretful that you are pretty enough for them to pay attention to you. Learn how to shake that money-maker, little one."

Occasionally, they had small parties of 4 to 6 women at particular houses and he'd been brought in to serve. And he was spanked. And he was used sexually. These parties were a lot to deal with and he was always so exhausted afterward.

Since before any of them knew, young ladies had been targeted by men and delinquent juveniles who'd dropped their blockers. In an almost casual way, these predators raped and/or gang banged, or gang raped pretty girls they'd then label as "partygirls." Sometimes it was the girl who wanted some male attention. She was the girl who wore a cute, revealing outfit to a party and enticed boys in order to feel a little excitement, to enjoy feeling attractive or it might be in an effort to attract a certain boy she had her eye on. Sometimes she got a bit drunk. Sometimes she was slipped a date rape drug. Sometimes she was stone sober. Sometimes she was none of these things. Sometimes she was just a cute girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. None of them went to a party planning to get raped. When it turned into a gang bang and she was the "partygirl."

The GoT ladies felt turn about was fair-play. They'd often enjoy little get togethers and someone would bring their boy to assume the role of the partygirl. These were strong, aggressive, sporting women and they wanted their fun too. It was agreed that it was not true rape as once the boys became properly conditioned, they came to enjoy what was done to them. It was convenient for these ladies to ignore the fact that none of these eager boys would have wanted any of this had they not been victimized and conditioned by the mother, sister, girlfriend or wife.

It was usually the same at each event. He'd come out of a backroom adorned in panties which always elicited a great deal of fanfare. It always felt like a big reveal with all the anticipatory anxiety. And for a few minutes, at least, he had all of their undivided attention. There were what appeared to be hungry smiles all around. He was expected to greet each woman individually at which point he was admired and felt up. They just enjoyed touching him but since he was only in panties and sporting an erection, it seemed to him that being "felt up" was a more accurate descriptor. And some of the women did pet his bottom or crotch in their admiration.

He never knew which women were interested in panty-boys and which were just being supportive, for in the moment, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves a great deal.

Despite his anxiety, he came to enjoy these little get togethers and surprised himself when he discovered he was getting quite excited by the prospect of a pending party. Once more, he found a sense of value in their appreciation of his place beneath them. He felt a strange stirring of anxiety and pleasure in these events and with encouragement from Mother and Allison, began to embrace it all. He went from being obviously intimidated to being the flirtatious coquette. Upon meeting the women, he'd curtsy, smile and giggle at their comments. He'd theatrically and very playfully slap at their roaming hands. "Ms. Mathews, I'm just a boy!" he say with dipped chin, a seductive smile and a gentle voice.

Whether they were "into it" or just getting in the spirit, he came to enjoy stoking their passion. Ellie was becoming a full service pleasure-boy and he was there to serve these ladies their pleasure. Though intimidating, he came to want to feel their hunger. He learned to love being the partygirl despite how shameful it all was.

In the beginning, he felt like a lighthouse, his shame burned so brightly. Later, he came out of that room feeling like a hot, vibrant, yet ever submissive, little stripper with an important job to do. He was the entertainment, wanted to serve and he liked the attention. He wanted to be their hot, little boy. He played it up for all it was worth in an effort to gain their approval and provoke their desire. He wanted to be the hot little thing they passed around. Ellie did learn to shake his money-maker.

He served them the drink of their preference and then they took turns spanking him. Often these spankings were akin to spankies, but at a few, the women did not hold back. The only consideration was to not spank him to the point of bleeding. Afterward he was sequestered to a bedroom where he was visited, one at a time, by each of the ladies. He pleasured all of them.

In the beginning, he always felt like a whore after one of these events. Yet afterward, Mother got him back on his feet with plenty of encouragement.