Catherine\'s Punishment

                      

 

                

 

                           Catherine’s Punishment

                                                  Part Seven

 

                  A work of Fiction for Adults Only by Johhnyboy

 

Victoria Preston, finally feeling better after two days of headaches and nausea, drew her white silk negligee around her otherwise naked body and made her way downstairs after hearing the post drop through her letterbox.

Boy had she felt bad, most of the last two days she had spent in bed, feeling like death.

 All Victoria could recall about that day, after waking from a deep sleep in her lounge chair, was, beside her nausea and that awful sticky taste in her mouth, her nephew Dan thanking her for the coffee and that he was going because she was looking very tired. Why her sisters Son had been in her house in the first place, Victoria was unable to recall.

 Prior to that, Victoria could remember only her lunch date with her friends and having a couple of glasses of wine with her meal. She could only assume it was something she had eaten that had made her feel so bad for the past couple of days and now she was feeling better, she would telephone the restaurant and complain to them, if nothing else she was certain to be given a voucher for a freebie next time.

 

Sorting through the post Victoria discarded the usual junk mail and put the bills to one side, they could wait for another time before she opened them. All that was left though was a rather intriguing, cardboard backed ,buff colored A4 envelope  sealed with clear tape, addressed to herself and mark ‘Photos, do not Bend’

 

With the envelope in hand, Victoria made her way into the kitchen and, Placing the envelope on a work surface,  took a sharp knife, slitting the taped seal. Taking the photos from the envelope they were at first blank side up. Only when she turned the A4 photos over did Victoria drop them onto the work surface as though she had been holding two hot bricks.

‘Oh my God, what the hell…………….. How the………… hell!’

 

On the Kitchen work surface, before Victoria’s stunned disbelieving eyes, lay two close up photos of herself.

 

One featured the bewildered Victoria in her own Bedroom, smiling lazily, naked save for stockings and suspenders.

Also though, she wore leather wrist cuffs clipped together, a collar and lead and with a crotch rope between her naked cunt lips.

Victoria’s hands were upon her head and, across her Breasts, the words, written in red lipstick, ‘I am a Fucktoy’ were clearly visible, someone, it was clear, was holding up the dog lead clipped to her collar to ensure all the words were legible.

 

Worse, if that were possible for Victoria, was a second, close up photo, although now unencumbered by the cuffs and collar, Victoria was, none the less, still naked, her heavy Breasts and large nipples almost in profile whilst her tongue probed out from between her lips in almost bucket fashion, collecting a huge amount of sperm from just  Beneath the deep red, plum like head, of a very large, very erect penis whilst her eyes seemed to be gazing adoringly up towards its owner.

 

 

 

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For Victoria, the effect upon viewing these photos was as of course as intended, quite simply devastating, her hands began shaking and she was having difficulty controlling her breathing such was the force of her heart hammering against the walls of her chest.

Frantically Victoria searched the large buff envelope for an accompanying letter of note, some sign at least as to who may be responsible for this nightmarish situation. But there was none, and the postmark seemed to be from the bordering county and told Victoria nothing.

 Almost as if they were hot ashes Victoria picked up and viewed both photos for some sign as to when these abhorrent images were taken, but, again nothing except that in both photos she wore her pink garter belt, but, Victoria had to admit it was her favorite and wore the item on a regular basis.

 

Dumfounded, Victoria, who knew she would never have submitted herself to such degradation, franticly searched the recesses of her bewildered mind for some clue as to how this outrage could have happened, but could recall only one male presence in her house of late, but that had been her Sisters son Dan, and he could not have possibly been responsible for this outrage, after all, had she not recalled Dan leaving her to sleep off a bad headache and stomach a couple of days ago.

 

So began Victoria Preston’s  nagging, worrying  wait until, she soon realized, she were sent more this filth or the perpetrator revealed his or, even her, self. ‘When he or she does’, Victoria assured herself. They will very much regret tangling with me.’ But the reality was, she knew, she was at that moment, a nervous, terrified wreck, her first impulse, that of calling the police, subsided as soon as she contemplated the unending shame and humiliation she would suffer should others view this filth……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

 

 

At that very moment Catherine Dixon, sitting opposite her son Dan at the breakfast table, was trying to get a grip on her own tormenting fears. Today, she decided, she would visit Tony and ask him to take her under his protection and save her from Kevin without Sean becoming involved. This undertaking, Catherine had mulled over for the past two nights and later, when Dan had left for the college he now attended, she would change from the Jeans and shirt she wore now into proper ‘Slave’ clothes and visit Tony in his office, in effect Catherine planned to throw herself at Tony’s mercy and beg him to help her.

 

‘Your quiet today Mum’ came Dan’s voice, breaking Catherine from her introspection

 

Catherine, knowing she had to put a brave face on her predicament replied

‘Oh, I’m sorry Dan, just thinking of the groceries I need to buy today.

Dan’s reply though. Hit Catherine like a sledgehammer.

 

‘Mum’ what was that smelly tosspot Kevin Smith doing here on Tuesday?

‘Kevin Smith’? Replied Catherine, aware that her face was reddening by the second

‘Oh, you mean the young lad who knocked at the door trying to sell me some cleaning materials, I sent him away quickly Dan, I didn’t like the look of him’

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Dan had rehearsed this scene in his mid many times in his mind and

 Seeing his mother was now blushing furiously he went in for the kill.

 

‘Well, when I came home I saw him leaving, but Brian from down the road said he was walking past our house at 2 o’clock and that you had let him through the door, you see, Brian should know, Mum, Kevin was excluded from school when he was in Brian’s class!’  That was a lie, but Dan knew his mother could not dispute it.

 

Desperately trying to think of an answer, all Catherine could say was.

‘Look, this boy, this Kevin, he was in the house Dan, but I don’t have to explain to you every time I let a doorstep seller into our house.

 

‘No Mum, you don’t have to explain to me, but two hours? And why tell me you sent him away, when you really let him into the house. Seems to me Mum, you are hiding something, and Sean, what about him? I’m sure I heard both your voices in your bedroom last week, perhaps I should ask Dad about him about Kevin, I’m sure he would love to know what’s going on, or maybe I will just talk to Sean about what he and Kevin were doing. Whatever, Mum I really should punish you for being evasive toward me!’

 

At that point Catherine could only laugh aloud.

‘Punish me? You can’t punish your own mother Dan, don’t be so silly!’

 ‘Okay Mum, have it your way, I’ll ring Sean today,  I shall ask him if he knows what this Kevin thing was all about’ replied Dan rising from his seat.

 

Catherine, horrified by both the very  idea of being ‘punished’ by her Son was though, more appalled by the notion of Dan not just talking to his Father but also to Sean, and then  Sean discovering just what Kevin had done to her.

 

‘Wait, sit down Dan, please’

Feigning reluctance, Dan set himself down on the edge of his chair, his face a mask of studied Indifference.

Catherine realized her situation was now getting desperate; she must keep Dan on her side.

 ‘This is so silly Dan, we shouldn’t be arguing like this,  over such trivial matters, anyway,……What……..what did you mean about punishing me Dan, I mean, how, what would you do?.

 

‘Spank you Mum, I really should spank you for your attitude toward me!’ Somehow Dan’s declaration was said with more authority than Dan had thought possible.

 

Again Catherine, although stunned at Dan’s harsh statement, attempted to diffuse the situation with humor.

 

‘Oh God, spank me……….really Dan, I’m your Mother not a naughty girl’ giggled Catherine, then, standing up,  turning away from Dan, she placed her hands on the back of the Kitchen Chair, leaning over a little so that her Jean’s clad bottom was facing Dan.

‘Well, okay then, lets get it over with Dan, its very naughty and very wrong, but if it pleases you, go ahead, but only a couple of times and not too hard please’   

 

Catherine, hearing the scrapping of Dan’s chair as he stood up smiled in  misunderstanding, thinking she had managed at least to placate her son, that  even if it did mean having to suffer the morally wrong  consequence of having her own son spank her, at least she would be  fully dressed in Jeans and T shirt.

 

 

 

So, when nothing happened and Dan just stood there, Catherine’s soon realized her apparent victory over her son was to be short lived.

 

‘Oh no Mother, I set the rules and the rules are that tonight, after your Bath you will dress in the same clothes you wore on Tuesday, then come to my room for your spanking, only you must knock first Mother, be there at 7.30 sharp or I shall carry out my earlier threats.’

With that, Dan walked from the kitchen, leaving his distraught Mother with no further opportunity to either protest or argue with him.

 

 Mechanically, Catherine cleared the breakfast table, not only did she have to plan her visit to Tony, what she would wear, what she would say ,and how she must present herself before him.

  Now though, Catherine had the awful added burden of having to decide whether or not she should call Dan’s bluff, if indeed he were bluffing, although Catherine had been told by Sean he would be away from Wednesday onward when he had visited her again on Monday. 

What was the better option? Having to present herself before her own son in her sexy clothing and have him spank her, or, if he really meant it, having him tell her Husband about her suspicious activates, and then Sean, and had not Kevin told her she would be gang raped if Sean  were to hear of his visit to Catherine’s house?. That thought was too awful to even contemplate, Kevin, having, in all but name, raped her once already, would not hesitate to do so again, and as he had said, allow his friends to do the same, but, if she were to submit to her Son’s demands, would he then be satisfied, Catherine thought not, for once Dan realized his power over his Mother, then one spanking would undoubtedly lead to others in the future.

 

Staring out from her kitchen window, Catherine Dixon pondered upon what had become of her previously well ordered, if somewhat dreary lifestyle.

 She was, she contemplated,  rapidly sinking toward the very depths of a moral bankruptcy that  started with  complete failure to control her sexual desires toward her young Master, Sean, the good looking strong young man less then half her own age,  who had somehow discovered her yearnings for sexual and mental sexually domination.

 And Catherine was somewhat saddened to realize, as her new awakenings became stronger, so her desire for sexual submission became unrestricted to Sean alone.

  Catherine Dixon looked out at thee tress and flowers in her well kept garden; knowing she had to acknowledge the shocking truth.

 Catherine knew she was actually excited at the prospect of having to knock upon her son’s door at 7.30 that evening for her spanking.

 

Lightened at least by the knowledge that one decision out of the way, Catherine felt she could now concentrate upon her visit to Tony’s bookshop later on, for she would still need his protection against Kevin even if Dan remained silent, for Catherine fully understood her Submission was the price she had to pay for his silence.

 

Catherine was snapped out of her deliberations by the ringing of the telephone, her sister Victoria’s number was flashing on the monitor, Catherine smiled, normality at last!

Ten minutes later though, a frowning Catherine replaced the handset, wondering what it was her normally ebullient sister was so concerned about. Always the more   

dominant Sister, Victoria had sounded nervous and edgy, questioning Catherine as to whether she were okay, had anything strange happened of late, what about her husband, her daughter, what was Dan up to. Catherine had replied to all these questions that, yes, we are all okay, her husband was away as usual, daughter Caroline at Uni of course and, after being somewhat surprised to be told by Victoria he had visited her a couple of days ago, that Dan was now attending the local college.

 

 

 

Whatever Victoria was concerned about though, remained a mystery to Catherine and would just have to wait but, smiling wickedly, Catherine wondered  just what her elder sisters reaction would have been had she told her exactly what had really happened herself of late……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

 

 

With a knowing nod of the head, Tony listened to Joan informing him that ‘Slave Catherine’ was downstairs asking to see him.

‘Show her up them Joan and remember to put on your best limping action.’ Replied a smiling Terry softly into the office phone.. Just as he had planned! . The lovely middle aged Blonde Catherine Dixon was downstairs and wanting to see him.

 

Obviously Kevin had carried out his orders to the letter and made a good job of putting the frighteners on Catherine, for a moment or two Tony wondered if the boy had done more than force Catherine to suck his cock again. Well, even if he had fucked her it didn’t matter to Tony, a good thing even, for Catherine Dixon needed to get used to the idea of being fucked by others on a regular basis and required ‘breaking in’, as part of the plans he had for her, plans that Sean would also have to accept as the norm   If he really did want to eventually take over the running of Tony’s ‘business’ interests, besides ,Sean, having  completed his domination of Catherine, now seemed more interested in her Sister Victoria, so it would be wise to have Catherine thinking Sean was her ‘owner’ whilst he, Tony, pulled her strings.

 

Certainly Tony was highly impressed to watch Catherine, after being shown through the door by a limping Joan, drop to the floor on her knees and place her hands upon her head whilst looking down to the floor, ‘Master Tony, may I speak with you?’ she had said to his prompting

 A good start indeed and she certainly looked the part, dressed as she was in a rather alluring short red button down dress clichéd at the waist by a wide black patent leather belt.

And now, much closer, kneeling upon his desk in the same manner, Catherine looked even better with her long blonde hair cascaded beautifully around her well made up, still young looking face as she respectfully gazed downward, Catherine Dixon, even at 42 years of age was stunning and Tony could feel the stirring of desire building in his own cock, quite a feat really, considering just how many beautiful women he dealt with in the course of his business.

 

Tony sat back, behind his desk into his huge leather chair, his eyes never leaving the beautiful sight Catherine presented.

 

 

‘So, Catherine, how is the nipple ring setting in, any problems, sometimes the nipple will reject them, but gold rings are usually okay’  

 

Began Tony, pleased to see Catherine blushing at his words, the last thing he wanted was for her to become ‘case-hardened’ it would ruin her naïve appeal to his ‘customers’, leaving plans for her in  disarray.    .

 

‘Yes Master’ replied Catherine demurely, still blushing and unable to meet Tony’s stern eyes.

 ‘The pain soon went, It’s lovely, and I like it a lot …………….and I can turn it freely around…….my… nipple.’

 

 

 

 

 

‘Good girl, you can show me later, after you have told me what it is you came to see me about, now, look at me Slave Catherine and tell me why it is I owe the pleasure of your company  today’  

 

 

So Catherine, with ever growing shame and embarrassment, recounted to Tony all that had happened on the Tuesday, from Kevin first barging into her house uninvited, the humiliating painful beating in her lounge and on to her bedroom where she had been ordered to dance a strip tease for Kevin before eventually having to climb upon her own bed to suck his cock., whilst all the while having to look in Tony’s, admittedly, sympathetic eyes,  but leaving out the horrifying recollection of having to fuck Kevin.’

Tony of course, already knew this entire but had ensured his eyes conveyed the tight amount of sympathy. Whilst listening to Catherine.

 

‘You poor thing Catherine, the belt must have been terribly painful for you’ he said after Catherine became silent.

 

‘Yes Master, it was terrible, more pain than I have ever known,  I can see the marks he left by juggling mirrors around, they are black and blue Master.’

 

‘I shall have to have a look at them short Catherine, now though, did Kevin fuck you?’

 Having hoped to avoid that part, Catherine in mortification, cried

‘MASTER!’

 ‘Catherine,! if it is your intention to seek my help I shall need to know ALL of what happened on Tuesday, you must be totally honest with me Catherine.’ Replied Terry, more severe now, pleased to see tears appearing in her eyes.

 

‘y…yes Master…………..’ there Catherine’s voice faltered. Her tears now flowing freely, she dabbed a napkin to her eyes.

 

‘Carry on then Catherine,’ said Terry after allowing her a minute to compose herself.

‘He……Kevin, told me, told me to lie on top of him, to kiss him on the mouth, it was horrible Master!’

 

‘Go on Catherine’

Almost at a whisper, the tearful blonde Mother managed to complete her narration.

Then he………he pulled me down………..onto him….his, his thing slipped inside me Master, after a while of this, Kevin took it out and stood at the end of the Bed, telling  

Me to back up to him on my knees…………then……..then I was told to…..to hold his…his thing and , and to …to put it inside me Master’!.

 

‘Did Kevin ‘come’ inside you Catherine?’

 

‘Yes master’ Catherine admitted, tearful and shamefaced.

 

‘And you Catherine, did you ‘Come’?

‘Master! It was rape, Kevin raped me!’ 

‘Then why tell me?’ go to the Police, Catherine, 

 

‘You know I can’t do that Master’

 

‘Then Catherine, tell me the complete truth, as I asked you before, I won’t help you otherwise, now tell me Catherine, all of it!’

 

 

 

 

Tearfully, her chest heaving and unable to meet Tony’s eyes Catherine summoned from somewhere, just enough courage to comply with his demand and tell him her dreadful secret.

‘Yes Master……………..I………..I.. ‘Came’ at the same time as……when I felt….Kevin……..coming inside me’

 

Tony made the right noises of sympathy, but was delighted by Catherine’s revelation, for he now knew two important things, Catherine. Despite her demure middle class upbringing, was a natural submissive whose body responded sexually to violent domination, even rape in certain circumstances, and, although he had told Kevin he was not to fuck Catherine Dixon, at least Tony had learned something from the boy’s insubordination.

 Also Catherine Dixon actually enjoyed the humiliation of having to recount her recent encounter with Kevin. Tony, although not a betting man, was as certain as he could be that right now, Catherine’s panties, if she wore any, were soaking wet with her own juices.

 

This combination, Tony knew, would make him plenty of cash, for unlike most of his models, once Catherine had been suitably ‘broken’ and trained, money would not be, unlike Tony’s other Hostess’s’,  the motivation behind  acceptance of  his customer’s demands upon her.

Money though Catherine would  be given, and plenty of it the first time,  after that , just enough to ensure Tony had enough photographic evidence of her new career to keep in her line,  her career as  a well spoke, submissive, obedient, middle class call girl!

 

So Tony decided the time was right to take things a stage further.

‘You poor girl Catherine, I take it you wish me to punish Kevin for his brutality toward you’

Dabbing her tear stained eyes, Catherine, seeing compassion in Tony’s eyes, took up the theme she had rehearsed on the way there.

‘Master, I’m begging that you  keep Kevin away from me in future, however you have to do it, but without Sean knowing or Kevin suspecting that Sean may know about it, you see  Kevin threatened me with gang rape if I told a soul about this, but I am pleading with you to help me Master, I’m terrified that if Sean did find out that I…………I was, well, I put Kevin’s thing inside me, the he would  disown me as his slave……..when…..when I have committed  myself, everything, to him as my Master and owner.

 

‘Yes, I can see your point Catherine; okay leave it to Master Tony. I shall take care of everything, you will stop worrying this minute Catherine, and Kevin will never be  

Bothering you again, now, remove your Dress and Bra so I can check on that bruising and your nipple ring.’   

 

Such was the power radiated by the powerful figure before her that Catherine did indeed cease to fret about her problems and without hesitation and still kneeling upon Tony’s desk she unbuttoned and removed her red dress and matching Red Bra. Catherine felt quite at ease with her nudity before him, for at that moment huge waves of gratitude toward Tony were sweeping over her and Catherine would have done anything for him and to him.  

 

‘Well Catherine, that looks nasty to me, I shall have Joan rub some of her special cream into the bruises before you leave, then they will vanish almost overnight..’

 On seeing the dark red and black bruises, Tony had been furious, he had told Kevin not to mark Catherine, so that was two black marks against the boy, he would  now suffer for his foolishness!.

 

 

 

 So Tony was only pleased that Sean had, on Wednesday, after posting the large envelope to Catherine’s sister, gone away for a few days and so doing had not visited Catherine and seen her bruising.

 

What though Tony had noticed was that Catherine’s tiny thong had ridden upward to leave her shaven pubic mound and cunt lips on display, cunt lips that were coated and glistening with her own thick juices.

It took only his fingertip lifting Catherine’s tiny gold nipple ring for pulsing from her now so sensitive nipple to go straight down to set her cunt throbbing once again and for the knowledgeable  Tony to tell Catherine

‘That’s really beautiful Catherine, but now I have a favour to ask of you’

Such was her current contentment and pleasure Catherine could only reply.

‘Anything Master, you have been so good to me!’

 

Well, its not much really Catherine, fact is I and a group of old friends belong to  a local current affairs discussion group, we  have a get together once a month at one of our members houses, it falls to me to provide the setting this month next Tuesday evening, just a few drinks and snacks, thing is Catherine, Joan usually does the honors as hostess for us, passing around a drinks  and snacks whilst the chaps debate current affairs. But you saw her ankle; she can hardly walk, so perhaps you would be so kind as to take over that task for the evening, can I count on you to help us out Catherine?

 

All this time Tony had continued to toy with Catherine’s nipple ring knowing he was bringing the softly sighing  beauty ever closer to orgasm, such was her pleasure she really only took in half of what Tony was telling her and her mind was in no condition to question any of it.

‘Yes Master Tony, of course, I shall be only to happy to help you….mmmmm that’s so good, don’t stop…………….but....what should I wear…….Master’

‘Keep it simple Catherine, same as Joan usually wears, little black dress, black seamed stockings’ replied Tony, by  now tweaking both of Catherine’s nipples.

‘mmmmmmmm………….oh god that’s so good Master’ Amazingly Catherine realized she was experiencing an orgasm just by having her pierced nipple toyed with.

‘No Bra though Catherine, give the old buffers a treat for a change….and just the tiniest black thong, oh and a Car will collect you from your house at 7.30 sharp Catherine.   

 

‘Yes Master…………….oh God, yes I shall remember all that Master…………oh god Master, I’m coming……….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’…………………………………………

 

 

Shortly after Catherine had gone downstairs to have Joan rub the special ointment into her bruising, Tony, lifting a corner of carpet, unlocked a small safe built into the floor. From this he produced a leather notebook containing only nicknames and pay as you go cell phone numbers of twenty or so rather wealthy men, men who were more than happy to part with large sums of money for the privilege of  ‘breaking in’ a naïve trusting middle class beauty such as Catherine Dixon  for their own perverted pleasures. 

Tony soon decided upon just three names for Tuesdays get together, knowing  just that small gathering would net him at least five thousand pounds from the evening, just for a highly enjoyable ‘’ session..

 Picking up his own cell phone, Tony knowing those he rang would not take much persuading, was soon busy punching in numbers from his book……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

 

 

 

 

 

Catherine took another long pull on her second glass of white wine; nervously she looked again at her bedside clock, 7.25. Dan, she knew, was in his room. 

Oblivious to the fact he was now looking straight at his Mother through the spy cam,

Catherine wondered if Dan were as nervous as her self.

At least though she could now try to put the awful business with Kevin behind her, for Tony would, she knew, keep his promise to her, The simple matter of handing around some drinks and snacks for his friends On Tuesday would give Catherine the opportunity of seeing Tony again, oh, how she had wished he had fucked her earlier, whilst he was bringing her to orgasm through her nipples.

 God, what on earth am becoming, Surely I should have been thinking of my Master Sean!. why can’t I control my desires any longer?

 

Yet again she checked her appearance in the mirror; certain Dan would be more than happy to see his Mother in the short Red skirt and sheer black blouse she had worn last Tuesday.

For a moment Catherine wondered why she had bothered with the powder blue lingerie, after all, Dan could not have known this was the set she had worn on Tuesday, and even if he did, he would hardly be looking at them tonight!

‘I shall tell Dan I am only allowing this to happen the once, and only to keep the peace between us’ Decided Catherine

Another glance at the clock, it was now 7.29. Apprehensively Catherine made her way to her bedroom door before slowly, pacing each step; she made her way along the landing until she stood outside Dan’s bedroom.

 

Knowing Catherine had just left her bedroom, an equally nervous Dan fought to control his mounting excitement, his fantasy was about to be realized, he was going to spank his own dressed to thrill Mother, after switching of the spy cam monitor, Dan then turned his bedroom light dimmer up a little to ensure he had a good view of Catherine’s clothing

Such had been Dan’s level of excitement he had already masturbated three times earlier, thinking it a good idea to do so, and then he would have more chance of controlling himself with his Mother in his room.

The knock, when came, was very soft, timid even, but Dan’s heart hammered in hs chest, she was here!.

 

 

‘Come in Mother’ Said Dan with all the authority his sixteen years could muster.

 

 

Catherine, stepping slowly inside the bedroom , saw that  Dan was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at her in what appeared to be a mix of  admiration and  nervous anticipation, for a moment, even though she had planned what she would say to Dan, Catherine was lost for words, and all that she could  do was whisper. ‘Hello Dan’ as she watched him rake his eyes over every part of her body.

 

‘Hello Mother, you look great, I’m pleased you decided to come’ replied Dan, his heart thumping against his chest.

Finally Catherine, managed to recount her earlier thoughts

 

 

 

‘Dan, you must understand, I’m only doing this to keep the peace between us, you should understand its wrong and immoral to even think of spanking me, but just this once I shall allow it and we can look upon it as our secret, just a bit of fun between

 

 

 

Mother and Son, nothing more, now, I will bend over that chair just a little and then you can spank my backside a few times through my skirt Dan.’

 

If Dan were disappointed he didn’t show it, his face took on an impassive stare that seemed to look right through her and left an anxious Catherine, who had never before seen her Son look at her this way, having to look away from Dan’s eyes.

 

‘This morning I told you that I make the rules Mother, I decide on your punishment, not you, now, if you behave yourself and do as I say, I may just overlook  what you just said, now Mother, get on your knees and then lean over my lap, that’s how I am going to spank you’

Catherine, left speechless at Dan’s stipulations, suddenly realized her suspicions that Dan may know far more about her recent experiences that he was letting on may well

 Be correct, and if that were true then Dan would have a far greater hold over her than she had thought.

 

‘Okay Dan, we’ll do it your way for now’ said Catherine. So, hoping to meet Dan at least halfway, Catherine, slowly dropping to her knees in front of her son, then draped her trembling body over her son’s lap until her breasts and stomach quashed against Dan’s upper thighs and crotch area and Catherine was staring apprehensively directly down to the carpet, fully aware that the hardness she felt against her boy could only be Dan’s young penis pushing against her and cursing her unwise decision to  wear a thong and not a large set of pantyhose.

 

Just as apprehensively Dan, placed one hand upon Catherine’s upper back and used his other hand to push his mother by the hip, eventually establishing her in a  position upon his lap he felt best suited her impending spanking.. Unhurriedly, wanting to savour the moment and much to his Mother’s mortification, Dan began to pull the hem of her skirt steadily up her stockinged thighs until his joyful eyes were glued to the tiny piece if ponder blue material barely covering his Mother’s freshly shaven, glistening mound.

 Catherine, face down over her Dan’s lap whilst his other hand pushing her downward could no little but protest to her son

‘Please…no Dan! God, no, this is wrong!!!!!!You mustn’t do this Dan! No!!!’…Dan! Stop this ,Please Dan!.

 

 

                     

 

                                         End of Part Seven

 

                           To be continued shortly in Part Eight

         

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