I grabbed mom's wrists. Her pants and underwear fell the the floor. My mom looked at me with wide eyes. "What are you--"
Before she could continue, I yanked her shirt off. It was so loose it came off in one easy motion, leaving mom stark naked in front of me. I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, pulling her along with me. She pulled and thrashed as hard as she could, but she simply did not have the strength to resist me. I laid her across my knees, my left hand pinning her arms behind her pack. My right hand lifted in the air, open-palmed.
Mom finally realized what I was going to do. "Matt, don't you dare--"
*SLAP*
I spanked her. She howled in pain as I admired how her butt jiggled in response to my hand.
"Don't--"
*SLAP*
She shrieked again. I started to go faster, giving her no time to speak between each slap. At first she grunted and swore at me, squirming and kicking to try to get away, but as I went on, and her ass began to turn red, she grew silent and still. Then she began to cry, first quietly, then in huge choking sobs. To my surprise, I was beginning to be turned on. Seeing my mother reduced to such a state--and knowing that I had been the one to do it--made my cock grow hard. I wondered if she noticed pressing against her shrunken body?
Finally, well after I had lost count of how many times I had spanked her, she managed to say, "Please..."
That sounded promising. I paused for a moment and said, "Please what?"
"Please...no more."
"And what will you do to convince me to stop?"
"A...anything."
"First of all, say you're sorry."
"I'm sorry," she said. I spanked her again and she cried out.
"You will address me as sir. Try again."
"I'm sorry sir!" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry, sir"
"Good," I said, doing my best to suppress a shudder of excitement. "Now, we're going to do ten more--"
She wailed, and I spanked her again. "If you complain it will be fifty, understand?"
"Yes. Yes sir" she said, burying her face in my leg.
"You're going to count each one, and each time you're going to say 'I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Let's start."
*SLAP*
"One! I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Two! I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Three! I--I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Four! I'm...sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"F-five! I'm sor...sorry sir, and I'll be a...a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"S..six! I'm sorry...I'm sorry...sir...I'll be...a good girl..."
*SLAP*
"Seven! I..." she began to sob heavily. "I can't...I can't..."
"If you don't do it we're going to start over" I said.
"No!" she practically shrieked. "Seven! I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Eight! I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Nine! I'm sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
*SLAP*
"Ten! I'm so sorry sir, and I'll be a good girl!"
I let go of her, and let her cry for awhile. Then I turned her around, lifted her up, and sat her on my lap. Still crying, she buried her face in my shoulder.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" I asked.
My mother looked up at me. "Yes sir. I'll be a good girl." Seeing my mother tear-stained face., knowing I had broken her, that I could do whatever I wanted with her, made me nearly erupt. I kissed her cheek, which she accepted almost eagerly.
I slipped my arm under her legs and lifted her in the air. The only question now was: what did I want to do to her. I decided to carry her to...
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