Disclaimer: Contains scenes of breastfeeding and female domination in a sci-fi scenario. Do not read if it's not in your wheelhouse.
Alena Ashworth did not bother changing out of her burgundy leather catsuit as she entered her adopted son's room. It was late and she had a long day at work. She was pleased to see Jake stripped fully nude and standing in the corner of the room. Legs spread wide just like how Alena likes it. His well endowed member dangling between his legs and his little pink rosebud winking at her as he clenched and unclenched his taut fleshy rump. Jake had even bothered to fold up his T-shirt and shorts and managed to clean up a little, much to her amusement.
She knew why, of course. His first semester grades had been atrocious and Alena had declared that Jake would be spanked every day for the rest of the year. A threat the boy did not take lightly.
Alena or Mistress Ash, as she was professionally known was the most in demand dominatrix around the state capital. The stunning blonde catered exclusively to the wealthy elites of Bay Rock and her proficiency in turning a pair of juicy nethercheeks molten was second to none.
"Glad to see you remembered to fold your clothes for once," Alena remarked to the redheaded boy. His back muscles stiffened at the sound of his Mommy.
Jake was a Sravean- darker skinned and shorter than the Valkyries of which Alena was one. Sraveans were the dominant race in their country. Genetically advanced humans who had massive lifespans over thousands of years. They made up most of the nobility and the top brass and accounted for most of Alena's clientele.
"Yes ma'am. You've been working so hard of late taking care of me that I decided I'll be your good boy," Jake tried to sound as sincere as he could.
The blonde Valkyrie giggled at his response. Valkyries were the remnants of the race of genetically enhanced women who were the pioneers of their planet. Initially created by an alien race to raise and nurture humanity into being a space faring race, true Valkyries are characterized by their blonde hair, height and perpetually lactating heavy breasts. Alena towered over her son by well over a foot and a half and with her high heels, he felt like a toddler barely making it to her large full breasts if he stood on his tiptoes. "You decided to be a good boy only now?"
"Like...a good boy by your ridiculous standards," Jake was relieved to hear her giggle. If she had a horrible client or a bad day, Alena often took it out on his ass. Jake had learned the hard way not to needle her in those instances where she was sharp and curt. But her tone was sweet and maternal. "I've always been a good boy by human standards You've just not seen the real bad boys realise just how much of an angel I am," he playfully wiggled his hips, his booty swaying, almost inviting Alena to give a firm spank.
So she did. Her long slender palm smacked into his butt making his flesh jiggle. "Oh, I've seen plenty of bad, bad boys my cheeky little monkey," Alena's index finger traced his butt crack and to his winking bumhole. She playfully grazed it which got him to shiver. Alena reached down to nibble his earlobe before whispering "You're not bad, you are just lazy, you are naughty and you failed your exams. Courses that I'm paying two hundred thousand per semester by the way."
"Ones that I don't like," Jake pointed out. "I don't wanna do dark matter physics and terraforming sciences. It's hard! You can't blame me for being too stupid."
"You have an IQ of 225," Alena snapped.
"But..." Jake knew that tone. This was angry Mommy. His 225 IQ knew better than to prod her or argue the point again. "Yes Ma'am," he bowed his head submissively. If he brought up his fine arts degree once more he'd be hanging by his wrists on the beam down by the woodshed and his ass would look like mincemeat.
