PART THREE v – The Deal

  "After you get your little tramp stamp for me, I told you things aren't one sided. I'm going to get one too. You, are the Wizard, right? That's your nickname in the computer department, and you got it in the service being a… computer god there, too. Right?"

  He agreed.

  "All right. I'm not a… tattoo girl. But when you get yours, I'm going to get a little wizard for my own tramp stamp. When I lift your shirt up, and show off that you have the hurricane on your little ocean down there? You'll be allowed to lift up my shirt, and show your computer friends, that you marked me too. We'll belong to each other. Okay? I thought you might like that."

  He did. He was ecstatic, really.

  I slut kissed him some more, and this time I draped my knees over his shoulders the way I liked, and did it longer. Doggy licks in between wet sloppy kissing. It was ridiculous, but I loved it. When I was done, I left my knees over his shoulders and felt in my bag. I brought out my paddle, and the st cold drink can. He eyed the paddle, and was obviously nervous. I kissed him, and shushed him. The way a real mommy might kiss away a bad dream.

  "Shh. Its okay. You're not getting it again. Not right now, anyways. Its all right. I just wanted to show you something… see that?"

  I held it up for him to see. I'd had it made like a regur fraternity or sorority paddle. It kind of spelled out his name, for the three Greek letters. Wiz.

  "Do I have… mommy's permission. To say something. I don't want… punished for correcting mommy."

  "Hmm. That was very polite. Yes, you may. Go on, little boy. I promise. You will not get an hour of hard, fast paddling on your naked little ass for it. This time. Go ahead, dear."

  "I and Z, are Iota and Zeta. We use Greek letters in mathematics, to represent important variables. But, there's no W in the Greek alphabet."

  "Hmm. Technically, you're right, dear. But… while its true, the I and Z are Iota and Zeta? That W. While it technically isn't a W… that's Psi. It kind of looks like a W though. So, this paddle I used on your naked little ass earlier just now, twice. Is named for you, personally. Psi Iota Zeta. Its a university, dear. We can actually hang it up in our room on the wall, and no one will suspect a thing."

  He kind of liked it.

  "You ready for the best part, little boy?"

  "Yes…"

  "When I take a picture of your naked little marked up ass? You'll see. Its stamped on your cheeks. You can see it."

  He blushed and smiled.

  "Hmm. Mommy's not done either. My new belt didn't make it here in time for your birthday. I ordered a belt, and you can get your name on it. I got my jersey number, and my nickname. Hurry. So, the next time you go over my knee down here? I can put my nickname, all over your ass in little marks. I'm going to mark your little ass up, that I own it."

  I wiggled my legs over his shoulders like a little girl somehow, that's how it felt to me. I kissed him extra slutty and threw in lots of doggy licks. I left his face extra wet, and smiled like a fool.

  "I like kissing a slut. Now. Until this thing is done, you're going to get extra chores to do. Its just until this is over then it will go back to normal. I'll tell you what they are, and you'll do them. For instance, I'm going to have you clean and polish my soccer spikes? And you're going to spend the time to do a great job. If I'm happy, you get rewarded. If I'm not pleased? You know what you get. I also pn on getting a little stool, at the junk store downtown. You, are going to kneel, and polish my spikes. But that's ter on. Right now? You were doing some crying earlier. You want to share this st drink with mommy?"

  "Yes."

  "Okay."

  I opened the can, and with every other drink, I swished it around in my mouth, and kissed it out slowly into his mouth. He drank it and then thanked me when we were done.

  "Good boy. You really are lucky you have me to be your strict mommy. I wasn't kidding how terrible a lot of the other mommies are online. I'll show you, you'll see I'm not making it up. They give each other tips and tricks, and one section is sharing ways to humiliate the little sluts. Its a thing, I guess. When you have room mates, and live in the city where that's normal? They think its cute to leave the door open, and let the others hear and see it when they walk by. Can you imagine how humiliated you'd be, if I left the door open while I was giving you the switch, crying? Or tied up over the bed, raping your little ass hard."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. It must be… some kind of competition. Seeing who can do the worst thing like that, and they all ugh. Its fairly common, for mommy and her female room mates to have a party, then a drunk and out of control mommy… gets her slut to come out, and will use them a little in front of the roomies at the party. I'm serious. I've seen pictures, its completely unreal. But the worst, is what they call mommy parties. Other mommies are invited over. They get drunk, its a party. The mommy hosting the party? Has her slut already tied up. She brings him out, and… you can just imagine what goes on. The pictures and video clips, like I said, completely off the reservation. Spanking parties, gang bang parties, one was a little pee party. Poor little slut was tied up in the shower with a sign on him that said dies urinal. Its also a thing for a party like that, after its over? The girl who has a birthday or got a promotion or whatever. Gets to take the slut to a spare bedroom and use him any way she wants. Its not her boyfriend, so… anything goes."

  "You promised, you…"

  "No. I don't share. And? Its a secret on top of that, so I couldn't even if I wanted, which I don't anyways. You? Are safe with your mommy, as strict as I'm going to be with you. Well, you're anything but safe, but you know what I mean. You? Are for me to use like that. No one else."

  He looked reassured.

  "Thank you…"

  "Aw. You're welcome. The only one I was thinking of…"

  He puckered up, nervous.

  "Aw, don't be like that. I promised. I was looking, I mean there had to be something I could do. The only one I saw, and that was a maybe, mind you…"

  He nervously asked what it was.

  "One mommy had her… friends, or other mommies over, or whatever. She had pictures and videos, they kind of… gang tickled him. They were drunk, and having fun. That, wouldn't be… you know… sexual. That would be the worst way I would ever share you. And that's only a maybe. And just the once."

  He was nervous, and asked how bad it was. I told him they were obviously drunk, and ughing. There were several of them, and he ended up screaming and crying, while they carried on. There were several of them holding him down, and they took turns doing the holding and the tickling.

  He started with the please don't, looking up at me kneeling in front of me. I suddenly smacked him hard across the face.

  "Shut up! Not another word! And no whining, either! Do you remember what you got for whining, when you were told not to? Do it again! I dare you! I'm being very nice to you right now! You? Are not in charge! Mommy is in charge! And if mommy decides to get drunk, and have a party, and get a couple girls to have a little tickle party? Mommy will do it!"

  I smacked him across the face, pretty hard, a couple more times.

  "Are you trying to puppy dog eye me? Make me feel sorry for you? Not gonna happen, little boy!"

  He got a couple more pasted on.

  "You got a serious ass beating! Extra! For trying to get out of punishment! What the hell makes you think you won't get another one, right now! Worse! You know what? That's a great idea… we're going to learn a lesson, right now…"

  I got the hinged handcuffs out, and put the both of them on, nice and tight, and double locked both. I had the paddle near me already, from showing him his name. I let him see me taking my belt off.

  "Now. You? Are going to be punished, worse than before. Don't even start. Now. This thing where I have to grab you, and put you over my knee? Uh uh. Part of discipline, is that you submit to it, and you submit to me. Right now? You y yourself across my p. All nice and polite. Because if I have to grab you like before? You're going to get more."

  He finally bent forward, and I helped him over my p. I got my leg over his, and grabbed the front of his colr, and held it down firmly.

  I gave him the belt, and his already burning and stinging ass had him crying in no time. I grabbed the bullwhip, and wrapped it around his mouth and held it behind his head. It both gagged him effectively, and gave me a handle to hold his head down firmly. I belted his helpless little ass over my p, quite mercilessly, and gave him little lectures in the breaks.

  "I make the decisions! Not you! You're going to learn that!"

  "You don't try to get out of punishment! Or you get more!"

  "You need something to cry for? Fine!"

  "You want more? Fine again!"

  "Sit still!"

  "You want something to move around for? Here you go!"

  "Oh, you want more? Keep wiggling!"

  "You wanted a strict mommy! Enjoy it!"

  "I'll do anything I want with you! You belong to me!"

  "What part of strict discipline didn't you understand!"

  "I warned you! Not letting anything slide!"

  "You tried maniputing me earlier! How did that go! You must have forgot! Here's your reminder!"

  "Now you're trying it again! So I need to do this twice! Fine!"

  After I belted the shit out his naked helpless ass long enough, I switched to the paddle.

  "I swear, when mommy's belt comes off? You'll cry seeing me do it before I'm done with you!"

  "Oh, you like the paddle? Have some more!"

  "Going to try to tell me what to do and not do again? Go ahead and try it! I dare you!"

  "I make the decisions! Not you!"

  "I was just about ready to take you upstairs and be nice!"

  "You were going to make me happy!"

  "You were going to lick me!"

  "Then? You were going to fuck me like I want!"

  "But oh no! You? Would rather get the paddle some more! Fine!"

  "Go on! Shake your little head no! I dare you!"

  When I was done, and it took some time, mind you… I had him stand back up.

  "Now stand there, until you quit your whining. Or you'll get it again. I thought I just expined to you, I'm going to be the strictest mommy ever. Apparently? You thought I was kidding. Now. This? Was for trying to manipute me. You need to stop trying that. I? Am in charge. I'll do what I want, when I want. Whatever I want to do. I, am the mommy. A very strict mommy. You? Are the little boy who won't quit misbehaving. If we have to spend all night down here, doing this over and over again? We will. You figuring out which one of us is in charge yet?"

  He was sobbing and crying, and shook his head yes. I grabbed him and tossed him right back over my p, and gave him a little more, to an explosion of non-gagged crying and tears, before I put him back up again.

  "I asked you a question. Have you figured out which one of us is in charge yet?"

  He sobbed out "mommy's in charge".

  "And that? Was for nodding your head, instead of answering me. And this…"

  I did it again, a little longer and faster and harder, to more noise. Then I stood him back up again.

  "And that? Is for making me repeat my question. I speak once. I don't repeat myself. I already told you that, you apparently don't care enough to listen. Now. Listen up, this is going to help you, not me. I like doing this. You're just making my twat get wetter. So, any excuse? And you'll get punished. And if you hadn't noticed yet, every time it happens? It gets worse. Keep it up. See what happens."

  I crossed my arms sitting there, doing the perturbed mommy routine. I honestly don't know how I keep a straight face for these little performances. But somehow I manage. My panties were getting soaked, it was unreal. I wasn't kidding him about enjoying it.

  "Maybe something was unclear to you before. I'll spell it out for you again. And you're lucky not to get some more, because I'm repeating myself. My little gift to you, you got a free one. Don't expect a lot of those. You begged me, to submit to me. You will submit. Do not test me, you will not win. You will submit to me? Completely. If you don't, I will make you. As you just found out. Again."

  I made him thank me for punishing him, and thank me for giving him a free one for making me repeat myself. He sobbed out thank you's and apologies, then I told him to shut up.

  "And I sincerely hope you don't think when the girls get back home, that you'll be any safer around me. Soundproof and plenty of privacy down here. We can have these little talks all night long, while they're watching movies, or whatever. The way things are going, you better get used to this treatment. It's looking like you're going to get a whole lot more of this, before you figure out what it means, to completely submit to me. We'll have as many of these little talks as we need to, to get that clear."

  I unlocked him and let him go. For extra humiliation fun, I showed him my phone was recording. I made him get in it, crying. So he could watch these ter on for our "naughty movie nights" when we were alone. I made him say humiliating things. He had to tell what he got it for, etc. My favorite website for this, all the other "mommies" agreed that the little extra humiliations, were fun. When he had composed himself some, I had him get everything together. I scratched my index finger upside down in the air at him, to beckon him.

  "Upstairs…"