Punishment Due (2023 Revision)

(This document presents a comprehensive revision of Punishment Due. The initial rendition of the story failed to meet my personal satisfaction. Consequently, I have undertaken the task of rewriting it since 2012, and I am confident that this current version represents the epitome of its potential. I hope you derive great pleasure from it. Enjoy!)

-Day 1-

In retrospect, it was one of the most foolish endeavors I had ever embarked upon! The only justification I can offer is that I was a restless 19-year-old on a scorching summer afternoon. Mother and I had ventured into town for a shopping excursion. While she had purchased some garments for me, the majority of the afternoon had been dedicated to scouring boutiques for my dear mother. It was my final summer of liberation before the fall semester commenced, and this was certainly not how I envisioned spending my precious time.

I proposed the idea of perusing some shops on my own while she indulged in her shopping spree, but she insisted on having me by her side to assist in determining which items flattered her figure. Though I had no genuine desire nor enjoyment in doing so, it was one of those obligatory tasks one simply had to endure.

Thus, I trailed behind her, offering my opinions on the various articles she tried on. She had acquired a couple of skirts and was in search of matching shoes when the unexpected occurred. Consumed by boredom, a mischievous impulse overcame me. Mother, adorned in a long, ethereal summer dress that gracefully embraced her legs, had lowered herself to examine the bottom rack of a display, causing her dress to cascade around her. Foolishly, I maneuvered my foot to pin her dress to the floor. I anticipated that she would attempt to rise, falter, and perhaps stumble, nothing more. A harmless prank for which I would apologize and feign innocence.

However, as destiny would have it, I had grossly overestimated the strength of the dress material. When she swiftly stood up, the dress simply could not withstand the force, resulting in a tear that encircled her waist! She stood there, half of her dress pooling around her ankles. I stood frozen in disbelief, my gaze fixated upon her, for fate had conspired against us on this scorching summer day. Unbeknownst to me, Mother had chosen to venture out without the adornment of any undergarments. And so, I found myself captivated by the sight of her supple, bare derrière!

Several other patrons within the boutique also bore witness to this spectacle, eliciting a chorus of giggles and gasps. Mother turned towards me, her face flushed with mortification, affording me a rather intimate view of the tuft of black hair that adorned her womanhood.

In that moment, a sultry voice whispered in my ear, “I bet she won’t find shoes to match that outfit,” and the room erupted in laughter. My mother stood frozen, her body paralyzed with shock at the scene unfolding before her. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her nakedness, my body pulsing with desire as my cock grew hard.

Suddenly, I realized she could see the bulge in my jeans, and her eyes narrowed in anger as she noticed my foot still on her dress. But I couldn’t help myself - the sight of her had me completely under her spell.

As a salesgirl whisked my mother away to the back room, I was left alone with my lustful thoughts. But when she emerged, her original dress now a tattered mess, she grabbed my arm with an iron grip and dragged me out of the boutique.

We raced to the car, my mother never letting go of my arm as she forced me to stumble and jog to keep up with her. When we finally arrived home, she ordered me to wait in the living room while she changed.

As I sat there, trembling with fear and guilt, I couldn’t help but notice the way her shorts and tank top hugged her curves. When she finally sat beside me and asked me to explain my actions, I could barely choke out the truth.

But as she listened, her eyes softened and her body leaned closer to mine. And in that moment, I knew that my punishment would be nothing compared to the pleasure she would soon bestow upon me.

“So, you thought you could play with fire, my dear, but little did you know how it would ignite my desires,” she purred, her voice dripping with a seductive tone.

“Not merely to humiliate, my love,” she continued, her eyes smoldering with a mix of mischief and passion. “I wanted to unravel your inhibitions, to expose the depths of your vulnerability.”

A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she traced a finger along the curve of her own mouth, her gaze fixated on my naked form. “Did you truly believe that stumbling into a display of shoes would not arouse a delicious sense of humiliation within you?”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as I struggled to find a response. The intensity of her gaze made it clear that resistance was futile.

“Indeed, my dear,” she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of dominance. “You did mean to humiliate me, didn’t you?”

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, before finally admitting, “Yes, my enchantress, I confess that I harbored a secret desire to witness your wrath.”

A wicked grin spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pleasure and retribution. The anger in her voice began to rise once more, fueling the flames of our forbidden desires.

“Stand before me, my young man,” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. “Strip away the layers that shield your vulnerability. I want to feast upon your nakedness, to revel in the power I hold over you.”

Blushing furiously, I dared not defy her intoxicating presence. With trembling hands, I obeyed her command, slowly peeling off each garment until I stood exposed before her. The air crackled with tension as I turned to face her, my body flushed with both embarrassment and anticipation.

Her gaze roamed hungrily over my naked form, her eyes devouring every inch of my exposed vulnerability. I could feel her power radiating from her, igniting a fire within me that I had never known before.

In that moment, I realized that I had willingly stepped into a world of pleasure and punishment, where boundaries blurred and desires intertwined. And as she continued to stare at me, her hunger evident, I surrendered myself to the intoxicating dance of dominance and submission that awaited us both.

“Alright, my sweet. Turn around and face the window. Spread your legs apart and place your hands on your head,” she commanded in a sultry voice.

I obeyed her every word, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation course through my veins. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had in store for me.

As she circled around me, I felt her eyes devouring every inch of my body. Her touch was electric as she leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“From now on, you belong to me. You will be stripped of your clothes and your inhibitions. I will make you feel things you’ve never felt before, and you will beg for more.”

She sat down in the recliner, her eyes never leaving my naked form. I could feel her power over me, and it both frightened and aroused me.

“You will be punished like never before. But it won’t just be physical. I will humiliate you, tease you, and make you feel like the helpless little toy that you are. Only then will you understand the depth of my desire.”

I stood before her, trembling with anticipation. I had never felt so vulnerable, yet so alive. As she rose to her feet, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

“Keep your hand on your head and follow me,” she whispered seductively, her eyes smoldering with desire.

I couldn’t resist her sultry command and obediently trailed behind her, my heart racing with anticipation. As we ascended the stairs, I couldn’t help but admire the way her hips swayed with each step, her curves accentuated by the tight dress she wore.

Once we reached her bedroom, she turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine. Without a word, she sauntered over to her dressing table and retrieved a large wooden hairbrush, her fingers tracing the smooth surface as she approached me.

“Come here, my naughty little boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

I approached her hesitantly, my eyes fixed on the menacing brush in her hand. But as she sat on the edge of the bed and commanded me to lay across her lap, I couldn’t resist the thrill of submission that coursed through me.

As I lowered myself onto her lap, I felt her fingers tracing the curve of my backside, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. But as she raised the brush high above her head, I knew that pleasure would soon turn to pain.

“P-please, Mom,” I begged, my voice trembling with fear and desire. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go so far.”

But she was relentless, her eyes blazing with fury as she brought the brush down hard on my exposed flesh. SMACK! The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan with each subsequent blow.

As she continued to spank me, her strokes growing harder and faster with each passing moment, I knew that I was hers completely. And as I surrendered to the ecstasy of her punishment, I knew that I would do anything to please her.

The sound of the brush hitting my skin was like music to my ears. Each smack sent a shiver of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t help but moan with delight.

My lover’s voice was like honey in my ear as she whispered, “This is just the beginning, my sweet. You’re going to get so much more of this over the next few days.”

I was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, unable to form coherent thoughts as she continued to spank me. The heat of her touch was intoxicating, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing moment.

As she continued to spank me, I felt the bruises forming on my skin, a testament to the intensity of our passion. Tears streamed down my face, but they were tears of ecstasy, not pain.

Finally, she stopped, and I could hear her breathing heavily. We were both panting, lost in the intensity of our desire.

“Stand up and put your hands on your head,” she commanded. “And if you touch yourself, we’ll do it all over again.”

I rose up slowly, following her command, my body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. My mother stood before me, her eyes dark with desire as she piled the pillows high, beckoning me closer. My heart raced as she reached for her special strap, a tool of punishment and pleasure that she had crafted herself.

I had felt its sting before, but never like this. As she smacked it against her hand, I trembled with anticipation, my body yearning for the release that only she could provide. With a voice filled with authority, she commanded me to lie on the bed, my ass high and exposed.

I begged for mercy, pleading with her to stop, but she was unrelenting. With a warning that sent shivers down my spine, she threatened to tie me down and use the strap on my most sensitive parts.

I climbed onto the bed, my body shaking with fear and desire. The pillows pushed my ass high, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to her every whim. And then, with a hiss and a crack, the strap came down hard on my already tortured flesh.

I cried out in ecstasy, my body writhing with pleasure as the pain mingled with desire. With each strike of the strap, I felt myself slipping deeper into a world of erotic bliss, lost in the power of my mother’s touch.

My body went rigid as the heavy leather landed on my flesh, tearing into me with a searing pain that sent shivers down my spine. I howled, my voice echoing through the room as my mother continued to punish me.

“There!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a hint of pleasure. “Maybe this will teach you not to embarrass me, my sweet little one.”

I begged and pleaded with her, my cries falling on deaf ears as she continued to strike me with the leather strap. Each blow sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body, my skin tingling with a fiery heat that left me gasping for breath.

As she paused, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with anticipation. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn’t wait to feel her touch once again.

“I’m going to give you five more strokes,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “And I want you to count them out loud and say ‘thank you, Mommy’ after each one.”

With each stroke, I cried out in ecstasy, my body writhing beneath her touch as she punished me with a fierce intensity. And when it was over, I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent and trembling with desire.

But my mother was not finished with me yet. She knelt beside me, her hands gentle as she rubbed cream onto my sore and tender flesh.

“We want to keep those cheeks nice, soft, and sensitive, now don’t we?” she purred, her voice sending shivers down my spine. “After all, there’s still one more spanking to come before bedtime.”

She giggled softly, her fingers trailing through my hair as I lay still, weeping quietly into the bed. My body was aching, but the touch of her hand on my skin sent shivers down my spine. As she reached for the cream, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I knew what was coming next, and yet I couldn’t resist the thrill of it.

Her fingers were gentle as she massaged the cream into my ass, the burning sensation slowly subsiding as I relaxed into her touch. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but also strangely aroused. The pain was a reminder of my submission to her, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure in it.

For the rest of the day, I followed her around the house, naked and bruised. Every glance she gave me sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of what was to come. When she finally led me upstairs to her room, my heart was pounding in my chest.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, I knew what was coming next. Another spanking, but this time I was ready for it. I lay over her knee, trembling with anticipation as she gently massaged my tender ass. The pain was exquisite, and I couldn’t help but moan softly as she spanked me again and again.

In that moment, I was hers completely. My body belonged to her, and I couldn’t resist the pleasure of her touch. As she continued to spank me, I felt myself slipping deeper into submission, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

“Don’t fret, my love. I won’t lay a hand on your sweet derriere. It’s had its fill of punishment for the day. But your thighs, oh how they beg to be caressed with my hand. I want to paint them a beautiful shade of crimson to match your rosy cheeks.”

With a devilish grin, she brought her hand down hard on my right thigh, the sound echoing through the room. I gasped at the sudden impact, but the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. She continued to spank my thighs with a fervor, each smack sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

My right thigh was ablaze with heat, and tears streamed down my face as she switched to my left. The pain was exquisite, and I couldn’t help but moan with each strike.

When she was finished, she ordered me to stand and face away from her, my hands on my head. I could feel her eyes on me as she admired her handiwork. Her fingers traced the bruises on my ass, and I shuddered with desire.

“Your cheeks are a lovely shade of red, my dear. And your thighs match perfectly. Tomorrow, you’ll be over my knee, begging for mercy.”

I blushed at her words, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, please, Mommy,” I whispered.

She chuckled, her voice low and sultry.

“Good. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

My mother’s voice echoed through the bathroom as she hummed a tune, the sound of the water cascading down her body filling the room. I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, my body aching for her touch. Suddenly, I felt her hand on my shoulder, and I shuddered with anticipation.

“Turn around,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

I did as I was told, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight before me. My mother stood there, her body glistening with water, her curves accentuated by the steamy mist that filled the room. I could feel my cock throbbing with desire as she stepped closer to me, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek.

“You’re such a good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I love taking care of you.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me weak in the knees. I moaned softly as she pulled away, her eyes dark with desire.

“Get on your knees,” she commanded, and I did as I was told, my body trembling with anticipation.

My mother stepped closer, her hand reaching down to stroke my hair as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with lust. “Just let go and let me take care of you.”

With that, she pushed me down onto the floor, her hands roaming over my body as she explored every inch of me. I cried out in pleasure as she took me to the brink of ecstasy, her touch sending me spiraling into a world of pure pleasure.

In that moment, I knew that I was hers completely, body and soul. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As Mom emerged from the shower, her skin glistened with droplets of water, and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins. She sauntered into the bedroom, and my eyes were drawn to her figure, clad in a sheer teddy that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline was modest, but it did nothing to conceal the swell of her breasts, which were practically begging to be touched.

“Come here, my sweet boy,” she purred, and I turned to face her, my heart racing with anticipation. “From now on, you’ll be sleeping with me. I want to keep a close eye on you, make sure you’re not getting up to any mischief.”

I nodded, my mouth dry with desire, as she climbed into bed beside me. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my own mother, but I couldn’t help it. The forbidden nature of our relationship only made it more exciting.

As we settled in for the night, I tried to keep my thoughts pure, but it was no use. My cock was rock hard, straining against my boxers, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist for long. I reached down and began to stroke myself, my eyes fixed on Mom’s sleeping form. I was so lost in my own pleasure that I didn’t even hear her stirring beside me.

“Naughty boy,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “You know you’re not supposed to touch yourself without my permission.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, as she reached down and took my hand in hers. “But I’ll forgive you this time,” she murmured, guiding my hand to her own body. “Just this once.”

And with that, we gave in to our desires, our bodies entwined in a forbidden dance of passion. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so damn good. And as we lay there, spent and sated, I knew that I would never be able to resist my mother’s charms again.

-oOo-

-Day 2-

As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of my mother moving about the kitchen. Her curves were accentuated by the silk robe that barely covered her body. I stumbled down the stairs, my eyes fixated on her every move. She turned to me and smiled, her eyes scanning my naked form.

“I’m glad to see you remembered to remain naked,” she purred, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks.

We sat down to a breakfast of coffee, bacon, and eggs, and I helped her clear the dishes. As we finished, she turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Now, bend over the table, my dear. It’s time for your first spanking of the day.”

My body still ached from the previous day’s punishment, but I couldn’t resist her command. I bent over the table, my heart racing with anticipation. My mother picked up a wooden spatula, tapping it against her palm as she surveyed my exposed form.