Raymond always felt nervous whenever he was going to be spanked.
He didn't really understand why.
Well, he understood a little. There were a lot of studies made on the mental development of interns. The system has been around for a thousand years so he knew that there was a lot of latent submissiveness baked into his psyche.
For a hundred years he was instinctively led to be obedient, a follower. He craved order; he needed structure and love. He wanted to be useful to his department, to his company.
To his mommy.
Amanda carried a powerful aura around the boy. She was his caretaker, his whole world for the past few decades. Her milk--whenever an intern was nursed over a large enough time period, her DNA gets passed partially, enough to give the boy a shade of her eyes. And Amanda insisted on nursing him as a way to remind him of his place still. Even when he stopped being an intern, during his probationary period, she was his Mommy whenever she decided it.
Raymond rubbed his butt as he listened to her footsteps. He was a full citizen and employee of Pollux now; Serena and Liam were mostly under his authority. And the staff are slowly transitioned into being dominant the moment they are employees. He was the man of the house; Serena regularly submitted to his discipline (and Liam to hers). He was one of the biggest rising stars in his sector, an alpha.
The door opened, and he immediately went back to the naughty little intern he was fifty years ago.
"Mommy, I don't want that!" He whined adorably, noticing the strap-on in her hand.
Amanda laughed at just how quickly he switched back. He was a probationary staff member, so he was still only five and a half feet, not allowed to be over six feet as most of the proper staff were. Which meant she still had nine inches on her boy with her heels. "Oh, I think Mommy's cock is exactly what you need to remind you of your place. I've been far too lenient with you, far too proud of your achievements that I neglected to look after you."
