It was a relaxing Saturday evening, dad and I were watching some college basketball, when we heard mom coming downstairs. Something was different about her. She was wearing an all-black pair of yoga pants and black top, which always shows off her slim, fit figure. But that was not the strange part. It was her hair and face. Her hair is normally loose and falls slightly over her face, and she rarely wears makeup. However now her hair was bound tightly behind her head and her makeup was heavy and almost Goth in its appearance. In her hand she was holding a paddle and a small bag. Without saying a word, she walks up in front of the TV blocking our view and just stands there.
"Jen, come on, please move, Jay and I are watching the game and it is a tie."
"So, you would like me to move. No problem." And so she moves right to the TV remote and closes down the TV.
"Mom, why did you do that, it is a great game, please turn it back on before we miss something!"
"Firstly I needed to get your attention" she said.
Looking at dad, "Your loving wife Jen went out for the evening." Now looking at me. "Your sweet mom Jen also went out for the evening. So that leaves you Dave, you Jay, and me, who you will respectfully call Miss Jen. I will be your Mistress for the evening. You will obey all my wishes without hesitation or there will be consequences. Is that understood?"
"Actually, I don't understand" said dad.
"Then let me be more clear. Can I have both you men stand up please."
Dad and I exchanged glances and both rose from the sofa. Mom approached dad and with the speed of a cobra attacking its prey, mom grabbed dad's balls and clenched her fingers around them. I swear I could see all the thin muscles in mom's forearms contract as her vice like grip continued to squeeze.
Looking up at dad, a woman literally half his size and weight, she said. "Do I have your attention now? I have been having time to think lately and I am tired of being the only cum dumpster around here." And with that I saw her bicep bulge and lift dad onto his toes like a little girl practicing her ballet.
There was only one word to describe the look on dad's face. It was pain!
"Yes hun, you have my attention" were the words that he was able to sputter out.
I saw mom fingers contrast a little more. I didn't not hear you say Miss Jen, did I Dave?" as she continued to inflict more pain on my dad's balls.
"I am sorry Miss Jen, It won't happen again" as dad continued to go higher on his "en point" hoping to relieve some of the pain.
"Now I think we are getting somewhere" loosening her grip but not releasing it. "Now please tell your son to get undressed I have some business for him as well."
"Really Jen!!"
With those words mom hardened her grip on dad's balls with a force greater than anything up to now.
Dad shrieked "Sorry Miss Jen, Jay do what Miss Jen says and Now!"
As I started to undress, I watched as mom released her grip and dad immediately went to caress his balls hoping to relieve some of the pain from the torture he had just endured. Now being naked in front of mom was not unusual for me, but somehow things were different this time. This was not by choice, but a result of an order or command.
Mom moved closer to me grabbed my nipple and squeezed.
"Joe finally told me about the first time you guys met when I was having a massage in the basement, and the switch-a-roo between you two. I suppose you think that was funny?"
"No Miss Jen, that would not be considered funny." But I could not hold back my smirk, because I actually did find it funny. But the smirk quickly disappeared as my tortured nipple felt the full impact of Miss Jen's force. Like dad I seem to lift up onto my toes as a means to relieve the pressure, but it did not help.
"What I believe is that when a son does something wrong, a punishment would be in order. What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?"
"A week with no dessert Miss Jen?"
Now either my mother is the best actress I have ever seen or she was truly pissed at my sarcastic comment. With a scowl on her face she gave my nipple a twist that sent a shooting pain throughout my body. She led me over to the back of the sofa and told me to lean over it. This was eerily similar to the position that Barbie placed me in the first time we met but Barbie's goal was to provide pleasure, Miss Jen's goal was to provide punishment. As I leaned against the sofa I could not take my eyes off the ping pong paddle she had in her hands. Now I have read about how to spank a person. You start slowly with low intensity and continue to build up allowing your partner to get sensitized to the pain and the paddle. Regrettably Miss Jen did not learn the same "how to's" as I did, because her first spank was fierce. Her second was equally strong, but the third one smacked my balls and I shrieked in pain.
"Oh Jay, did I hit your balls by mistake, I am so sorry."
And needless to say the next slap was in exactly the same spot.
Whimpering now. "I am truly sorry Miss Jen, it was the wrong thing to do."
"Now we are starting to make progress Jay. It... is... not...nice... to ...fool...your... mother." providing a slap with each word.
And then she stopped, allowing my breathing to return to normal. "Are we finished Miss Jen?"
"Not just yet. Do you remember when Mary was over and I asked for your help? And what did you do?"
Sounding remorseful "I listened to Mary and held your hands down. It was wrong, please accept my sincere apology", no longer needing to pretend, I was hurt, humiliated, battered and sorry.
"Well in the case with Mary, it actually worked out for the better, so I will only give you two more slaps."
Relieved that the paddling had stopped I rubbed my red aching ass, it actually felt hot to the touch.
Feeling confident that she had us both under control she ordered dad to strip and kneel in the center of the room.
"Now Dave you are going to show Jay how a man gives another man a blow job. And before you object, I know that this won't be your first time. And Jay if you object, I will keep paddling your ass until you say yes, so you might as well agree and save yourself the pain.
I walked over to dad unsure who was supposed to do what.
"Dave, please start, I want to see all 7 and 1/16 inch well taken care of."