This is the 20th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels'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 saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* 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.
* Often 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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Michele had just started spanking Tim when he heard the front door of the house open and he knew Donna was home.
It was at this point in the past that Michele turned on some music and lowered her voice. She enjoyed scolding and lecturing Tim throughout a spanking but did not want her mother to hear.
This time, and to Tim's chagrin, she didn't put on any music and if anything, raised her voice. The drama of the spanking was enough, but now with no music to mask the sounds of the spanking and the scolding, he knew Donna would hear everything!
His pulse raced away with his panic.
And she would hear his voice too as he was always required to answer questions and make agreements throughout a spanking even if it was simply to verbally reaffirm that Michele was Tim's "Better," "Teacher", "Superior," "Babysitter" or to underscore what a naughty boy he was. And that was not to mention his whimpers and begging.
Tim's heartbeat nearly doubled at the realization that Donna was hearing all of it and who in her position would not listen carefully to all of it!
Michele was thoughtful about what she was doing and allowed for the stillness, the quiet. Between dialogue and spanking, she allowed several seconds for them both to enjoy the absolute quiet in the house. She wanted Tim to understand that there was not so much as a single chirping cricket to distract curious ears.
When it was over, Tim could not look Donna in the eye for a full day. Later, Tim wondered if Donna had changed. She seemed to be looking at him differently.
At first he was not sure what it was because he'd never seen it on Donna before but then he realized it was the same look on Michele's face he'd seen hundreds of times: Donna looked very self satisfied, bordering on smug.
It reminded him of the time she spoke of his masturbation problem.
The little exhibition did nothing to sate Donna's appetite for what was happening.
Previously when she came home while Michele spanked Tim, Michele cranked up some music and Donna only heard little bits of what was happening. She usually went to another wing of their spacious home or went to her own room and closed the door not wanting to hear more, not wanting to add to her own lust for spanking Tim.
This time she poured herself a drink, sat down, smiled to herself and enjoyed every minute of the radio drama. It was beautiful.
A week later Michele found fault with Tim's attitude and told him he'd be spanked that evening before dinner. Tim was confused and he was pretty sure he'd been polite and deferential and if anything, sweet.
He was awash with nervous anticipation all afternoon, but was relieved that when they arrived home because Donna was there. Though part of him wanted to get it over with, another part was relieved that it would be put off for another day. By then, Michele would be less irritated with him.
"Oh, hi Mom."
"Hello, darling."
After pleasantries, she got down to business, "If you will excuse me, Mom, I have to deal with something."
Turning to Tim, "Alright now young man, why don't we deal with your little problem."
Tim's heart stopped. She could not possibly mean...
She's not going to... No, she couldn't, not with her own mother here. Not in front of Donna! Why is she doing this?
Tim tried to make sense out of it but couldn't.
Donna studied it all like a scientist. She so appreciated her daughter's demeanor, from her posture to her tone of voice.
In the lead up to an actual punishment spanking, Michele always affected her no nonsense, adult disciplinarian aspect. She was the cool, superior, authoritarian and it inspired absolute fear in her boy as he instantly regressed before her.
Her ability to speak down to Tim was so expert as to seem utterly natural. Michele was beautiful and perfect.
In contrast, Tim was clearly awash in confusion, anxiety and fear.
He's adorable.
She knew she wanted to cause him this sort of anxiety so that she could then sooth and love the boy.
My boy, my son.
"Let's see if we can remember the rule about looking at other women. This is one of my very first rules. How does that go again?"
"I'm...I'm not, not allowed to. But Michele..." Then it dawned on him: what was he going to say? You can't do this with your mother here! Far more preposterous than what she was proposing.
"Yes! Good! And why are you not allowed to?"
"Because you say so." He looked at her with the most pleading distress on his face. "Michele, please, don't! Not now!" Even as he said it, he knew it was too late. He was falling.
Both women enjoyed his struggle.
It was at this point that Donna realized her daughter was putting on a demonstration for her edification. This was the pace and the pleasure. This was the language and the mood. The tension of it all was exquisite and she realized her unusually pronounced nipples were even harder than usual. She settled in for the lesson and the simple joy of it all.
"'Michele?'" asked in the most arched tone.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Michele," he corrected.
"Is somebody trying to put on his big-boy pants?" she asked warmly. Her tone was that of a kindergarten teacher speaking in the most encouraging manner to one of her little-ones.
To Tim, it was very scary. "No, Miss. I'm sorry." It was at this point that his posture broke as did his tone. They both saw it. He'd wanted to fight or at least negotiate. It was too distressing to deal with a punishment while Donna was present.
Then, as had happened countless times before, he realized that to protest would only make it all so much worse. Plaintively, he became a little boy. He looked to the ground in defeat as his penis pulsed and struggled in its little panty prison.
"Are you allowed to wear big-boy pants? Would I allow my little boy to pretend he was a big boy?"
"No, Miss. I'm sorry."
"Well then, you must be a man. Is that it, are you a man?"
"No, no! No, Ms. Michele. I'm not a man. I'm not," he implored.
"Then what are you?"
"I'm...I'm a boy, Ms. Michele. I'm a little boy," he said looking down in shame. "I'm your little boy."
Oh my god!
Donna was instantly flooded with arousal.
"Good. Why else?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am...I've forgotten the question. Would you kindly repeat it?"
In the wake of such failures, he'd learned how to negotiate the situation by employing a formal language, posture and tone that was apologetic and extremely deferential. In this way, his failings might keep him from a slap down.
And with his failing, Michele was now on edge, ready to slap the beautiful face of her loving, yet very imperfect boy, several times.
