PART FOUR k – Training

  I tied a piece of rope onto the thick metal ring on his colr, and began.

  "Walk. Come on… walk."

  I walked him around the bedroom. I made him sit up, beg, roll over, and do all the humiliating things associated with that. In short order, I had a well behaved little slut. I walked him, once he started performing well, out the bedroom door and downstairs. I walked him all around, and made him do what he was told, he listened perfectly. I walked him back upstairs, on his hands and knees, and pyed fetch with him.

  "Good boy. Fetch…"

  He fetched me my socks I took out of my sock drawer, and brought them to me with his mouth.

  "Now. That's a good boy…"

  I led him by his leash, back downstairs, to the kitchen.

  "Sit! Stay! Now, that's a good little slut."

  I sat at the table, and asked if he wanted a treat. I microwaved a little bag of pizza rolls. I sat at the table, and put a pte on the floor. I put a few down for him, and watched him eat without his hands.

  "Good boy…"

  I put some more down on his pte, and had fun picking them up with my toes, and putting them in his mouth that way.

  "Now, you're a good little slut."

  I walked him all around downstairs, and back upstairs, and ended up at the foot of the bed. We pyed fetch for a while. When I was satisfied I had him listening, I told him it was time for bed.

  "Now. You listened to mommy, you get to make up. Beg…"

  I had fun listening to him beg, and I ran the coiled up bullwhip over him to get more.

  "All right. You want to make up? You want to kiss and make up? Get up here…"

  I finally accepted his apology, and kissed and made up.

  "You can get your ass beat, or mommy can py with you and have fun. Which one do you like more, little slut. You want a sore ass, or you want fun. Its all your choice. If you'd rather have fun, like we just had? That's what mommy does with a slut that's being good. You wanna go over mommy's knee? We can do that, too. Your choice. Listen to mommy, and we can have fun. You need corrected? You need punished? We can do that too. You choose."

  "Now… if you choose to be good? You come up here and get hugs and kisses. Tell mommy how good you're gonna be…"

  He came up onto the bed and id down with me. Slowly, with trepidation. I shushed him and gathered him in my arms, and slung my leg over him.

  "Shh. Are you going to be mommy's good boy?"

  He shook his head yes. Nervous though.

  "Are you going to listen to mommy?"

  He would. Gncing up at me warily.

  "Shh. All you have to do, is promise mommy you're going to be a good boy. And mean it. If you break the rules, if you don't do what's expected of you? Bad things happen. You go over mommy's knee. Mommy's belt comes off. You get the paddle…"

  I felt him wince at the mention of the paddle, and going over my knee. I was getting somewhere I wanted to be. I was right there.

  "You haven't made up with mommy yet. Promise me, that you'll start being good. Promise me, you'll listen. Good things will start happening, instead of bad things. You want good things, right?"

  I felt his head scrape against my bosom.

  "All right. Just promise me. Let me hear you ask. And just mean it."

  He sniffled, and he promised he'd try to be good. He was finally gun shy.

  "Ask mommy. To give you another chance, to prove you'll be a good little boy now. Ask me, and just mean it. Then we'll start over again. You want mommy to py nice with you? Or you want bad things to keep happening. Ask me nice. Go on… do it."

  He whispered it into my neck, all ashamed and embarrassed. Its what I was waiting for. He begged me to be good, he wanted good things to happen.

  "It doesn't happen overnight. But, if you want to start over again, we can try. Naughty little boy wants to start over again?"

  He did, and I got little sobs into my neck. Clinging to me. I was waiting on this, and I seized on it.

  "Shh. Let's try it. Let's see. You get down at the foot of the bed, and you kneel down, like a good little boy."

  He cowered at the foot of the bed. I sat there, looking down.

  "Kisses. Beg mommy to start over. I'm warning you, if you don't mean it? You'll pay with the skin off your ass, slut. Beg, and don't do it if you don't mean it. Beg…"

  I listened to a lot of begging and pleading, amid a lot of groveling. After a time, I told him to shush, and be quiet.

  "All right. Mommy's going to py with you some. Come here…"

  I used the rope leash, and I led him around the room. I talked sweet and nice, and I made him do everything. Sit up, beg, roll over, the works.

  "Now. Is that so bad? You submit to mommy, you get it good. Let's take the little slut for a nice walk…"

  I walked him back downstairs, and all over. I had him doing everything I said, and he was more enthusiastic. I sat down on the couch, and had him at my feet.

  "Now. Is this better? Or do you want to keep testing me. Seeing what that gets you. You tell me now."

  He gushed, groveling.

  "You need to listen to me. You need to do what you're told. Its all up to you. You do what's expected of you. You listen. You do your chores like you mean it. Then we can have fun. But… if you make me? You know what happens. Do you really mean it? You wanna start over?"

  He gushed on my feet he did.

  "All right. We'll try. Get up on your knees…"

  I held his face in my neck while he sobbed quietly. Begging to be good, to start over.

  "Shh. Go back down."

  I waited, then told him to "stay". I walked into the kitchen, and shook up a bowl with a locking lid, of instant pudding. It takes a minute at best. I brought it in, and sat back down. I had an empty bowl with me.

  "Now. Do you wanna be nice? Do you want nice things to happen instead of getting a sore ass?"

  He did.

  "Then sit up. Beg. Show me you want nice things to happen. Beg like a good little slut. Beg!"

  "All right. You want some… mommy will share…"

  I spooned out half for myself onto my bowl. I put his, the original bowl, down for him.

  "You promise you'll be a good boy from now on?"

  He did.

  "Then show me…"

  I dipped my foot into the bowl, and lifted out toes loaded with instant pudding. I pointed at it, and told him to be a "good boy". He looked up at me, then started licking and eating his pudding off of my toes. When he got close to being done, I scooped more out the same way, and he went at it again. I slowly ate mine, smiling. I licked the spoon in the sexiest manner I could, and kept feeding him his, in the way we started.

  When we got done with his, I held my foot out still.

  "Good little sluts clean it up. Go on. Be my good little boy."

  He cleaned every bit off slowly. I even gently teased him, telling him to do a good job, and not to leave me sticky. He complied.

  "Now. That? Was a good boy. That shows you submit, to your mommy. Now… take these bowls out and rinse them out, and put them in the dishwasher like a good boy. Shoo."

  He did and returned.

  "Lot's better, when you act like a good boy, isn't it? It doesn't have to hurt. Show me what a good boy you can be. Clean me some more. Go on…"

  He obediently did what he was told. Now, we're getting somewhere. I walked him all over, and had him do all kinds of "tricks". I smiled lots, and kissed him, and was all sweet and loving.

  "All right. Time for bed, little boy. Let's go…"

  I walked him on all fours, back to the bedroom.

  I took his rope leash off, and told him to get on the bed. I stood beside the bed, my hand on my hips.

  "Now. You've had it both ways. You've had your ass beat, and tested me. For being a bad boy. You just had a taste of what its like, to be a good boy. Have fun with mommy. Pick one."

  He wanted to be a good boy.

  "Hmm. We'll see. Now. Its bedtime. If you wanna be allowed to sleep with mommy, and snuggle under the covers, all warm and snuggled? That's fine. You're not permitted to initiate sex. Only mommy does that. Now… let's see if you can start to be a good boy now…"

  We kissed and "made up" for a while, before falling asleep. Before asleep happened, I was ying up against him. By definition, he was up against me. Warm skin on warm skin. My arms were around him, my leg slung over his. Tight, close, intimate.

  "Little boy."

  "Yes, mommy."

  "Its not about magic words. Do you like sleeping up against mommy?"

  I could hear it in his voice.

  "Yes, very much."

  "I believe you. It can be like this every night. But are you ready to hear me speak?"

  "Yes…"

  "All right. I had to make you submit to me, by fucking you silly. I had to beat your ass tonight, for you to see the difference. Its on you. You need to submit to me. Or we're going to keep going through what we went through tonight. No more games. Will you surrender yourself to me. Completely."

  I could hear it in his voice, the nervousness.

  "I will."

  "All right. We'll start over again. Mommy loves you, but you need to try. Promise mommy you'll try."

  "I promise…"

  "Shh. Its all right. Isn't this better?"

  "Yes…"

  "Okay. Go to sleep now. Shh."

  In the morning, I woke him up. Early. After he had his morning pee, I checked with him watching.

  "Good boy. Now go down to the kitchen. Mommy will be down shortly."

  When I joined him in the kitchen, he was quiet.

  "Good morning, slut."

  He was quiet responding.

  "Good morning, mommy."

  "Its early. I want breakfast. I expect you to see to it. Are we clear?"

  "Tell me what you want."

  "I want two things."

  "Name it…"

  "Eggs. Over easy. Bacon and sausage. Home fries."

  "And…?"

  "Kneel. Now."

  He groveled.

  "Don't forget st night. Now make my breakfast."

  When he was done, he put my pte in front of me, then put his own down. He stood there.

  "Sit. Eat."

  He sat down.

  "We had an agreement st night. You? Get a fresh start with mommy. Don't disappoint me. Now eat."

  "Thank you, mommy."

  We started eating.

  "Hmm. There's just one thing. I haven't forgotten, you still need to be taught a lesson. For telling me no. Do you understand?"

  "Yes mommy…"

  "Good. Eat."