I was supposed to be a computer programmer. I shot it all to hell after discovering incest porn on the Internet and got kind of addicted to it. I got online at work and was watching porn right there at my desk when I was supposed to be working. As sometimes happens, my computer got a virus from the porn. It got on the company's network and did a lot of damage.

They quickly traced it back to my computer. Of course, I was fired on the spot. This was one in a string of bad decisions I made as soon as I was out of my mom's house and on my own.

I bought myself a paddle and tried to discipline myself. I bared my bottom, bent over the arm of my couch, and proceeded to paddle myself. I really tried. The first swat was full-force and brought the pain I was looking for. However, after that initial pain, I found myself unable to give myself another whack that was more than just a light tap. I knew I needed it, and I was genuinely trying, but I couldn't do it. I needed somebody else to administer the spanking.

I also tried to get my old job back. Because of the unprofessional way I had quit, just storming off in the middle of my shift, the manager wouldn't even discuss it. I ended up in a much lower-paying job the better part of a month later. I got fired from that one for being late too often.

I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture. I was screwing up big time.

I saw no way I was going to be able to keep making rent, no option but to move back in with my mom. I told her the whole story and asked her to let me move back into my old room. Well, not the whole story. I left out my attempt at paddling myself and the reasoning that had led up to it, but I told her the rest. She let me move back in.

I considered bringing Mom the paddle and asking her to give me the discipline I needed. The image in my mind was vivid, her paddling my bare bottom hard over her lap. Am I going crazy, or did I start to get an erection from that image? Or both? Yeah, both.

Mom didn't say much that first night. Bright and early the next morning, she woke me up to lecture me about my life choices. I was having trouble paying attention to the things she said. She was wearing a miniskirt, showing her long, sexy legs. It was very distracting. At the conclusion of the lecture, she said, “I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Michael. You clearly know your choices are wrong when you make them, but you make them anyway. I'm really scared for you, for your future. I wish I knew how to help you turn things back around. What do you have to say?”

I answered, “Sorry doesn't seem to cut it.” I paused for a moment, looking at her. I'm a short, skinny, weak guy. My mom is quite tall and very strong for a woman, with an athletic build similar to Ember Moon. She could easily put me over her lap again. “You know, I always did respond quite well to corporal punishment. Maybe it would help if you paddled me again?”

“You're entirely too old for that! You're an adult, with adult problems. Now, really think about it. Think about what you're going to do. I'm here for you if you need help.” That was the end of the discussion at that time, but it would be revisited. We hugged and kissed. Just a short peck on the lips

My mind started to race, first to giving her a real kiss, and then beyond that. I quickly arrived at an image of her riding me in the cowgirl position. God, what is wrong with me? I needed to get that image out of my head!

I had set up my computer in my old room and got online. When I started watching porn, I was aware I didn't really have time for this; it could cause me to miss my job interview, but I did it anyway. Not only that, but my dumb ass also went back to the incest porn well. Trying to get the fantasy of having sex with my mother out of my head by watching mother-son fantasies. Yeah, that should work.

I masturbated to orgasm while watching a mother-son incest video. I zipped up, knew there was no way I was going to make my interview, and didn't even bother to call them. I just went ahead and unpacked the rest of my stuff. My paddle was just lying on my bed.

Mom came in, still in the miniskirt, and brought up what I had said about spanking. I was embarrassed and said, “Oh, that was just another bad idea. You were right.”

She said, “Maybe not. I thought about it. A good spanking always did bring you right in line. Other punishments were never nearly as effective. You've been acting like a child, maybe I should treat you like one.” Right about then, my phone chirped. I looked at it. The company that was supposed to interview me was calling, clearly to ask why I hadn't shown up.

Mom angrily said, “You're looking at your phone? I'm still talking to you!” Then she noticed the paddle on the bed. “Ah, there's a paddle in this house again. I think it's time I used it!”

I was having second thoughts. “Mom, I just don't know.”

“I don't either. But it's definitely worth a try. Before I do anything, I want to hear you agree to my terms.” She sat on the bed and picked up the paddle. She tapped her hand with it a few times and clearly saw its potential. “Once you decide to go over my lap again, that will be the last decision you make on the matter. There will be no changing your mind once I start. I will paddle your bare bottom as hard as I can until I'm satisfied you have learned a lesson. And I will do it as often as needed. You must obey me completely in this. Your punishments will be at my sole discretion.”

That was terrifying. And yet comforting at the same time. I could rely on her to give me the discipline I've needed badly for a long time now. I focused on those feelings, doing my darndest to suppress my growing arousal.

“I know myself well enough to know that once you start, I will fight you and try to get away. Are you prepared for that?”

She grinned. “I'm sure I can hold you in place.”

I considered for a moment. “Okay, Mom, I agree. You are in charge. Please discipline me as you see fit.”

Still holding the paddle, she said, “Pull down your pants and underwear. But don't take them all the way off. Leave them around your ankles. They will help restrain you.” I was a little hesitant, but I did as Mom told me. She recapped the bad choices I had made. Then she said, “I love you. You need to learn to make better choices for your own good. This is not about me being mad at you. Although I am! This is about teaching you to be a better person. Now go over my lap, Michael, and take your punishment.”

“I love you, too.” I lay across her lap. She used her right leg to pin my legs in place and put her left arm across my back. She held me very tightly, my bare penis right up against her bare thigh. She started paddling me hard. I knew it would hurt, but not that much! I yelped and tried to jump to my feet, but could barely move at all. I was still in the perfect position for the second whack. Damned if that didn't hurt more! I regretted letting her do this to me.

As soon as the third whack had been delivered, I became consciously aware of how turned on I was. I could sense my dick shifting against her thigh. I was going to get an erection despite my best efforts. By this point, the whacks were in the double digits. I tried to say that I had changed my mind and got out, “I ch-” and then another one hit. Trying to wriggle free and to finish my sentence, I said, “anged” and then got another whack. “My” and another whack. “Mind” and then another. “Stop!”

Mom kept paddling me with the same quick, steady rhythm. “I told you no changing your mind. I won't stop until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson!”

I let myself cry, not caring about that humiliation. Or maybe turned on a little more by it. Either way, I had to stop that erection! After 40 or so more whacks, I was struggling against her with all my might, but she simply held me down and kept spanking me with all of hers. My own struggling worked against me. My bare dick was rubbing against her bare thigh, and it got hard.

Mom pretended not to notice. As she kept on spanking me, she said, “I think I'm starting to get through to you now. We might be halfway finished with this spanking.”

Mom's strong arm showed no sign of fatigue. I cried like a baby as she continued to hold me in place and paddle my bare bottom just as hard.

Then the unthinkable happened. I had an orgasm. My mom was paddling me, and I shot a load all over her thigh.

She set down the paddle and let loose her hold on me. Pulling my hair hard with one hand and guiding my body with the other, she led me to kneel in front of her. With a jerk of my hair, she pulled my face right to the cum on her thigh. I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing any underpants. I had a clear view of her pussy, and it appeared to be wet.

She scolded, "Look at what you did! Lick it up!" I hesitated. She gave my face three hard smacks and said louder, "LICK IT UP!" This time I obeyed. Mom didn't do an adequate job of hiding the arousal in her voice as she said, "Yes, Michael, just like that. Lick it good. Get it all."

I was thoroughly enjoying this, although I would much rather have my tongue inside her pussy instead of on her thigh. I kept on licking for several more seconds after I was sure I had gotten it all. The whole time she was still pulling my hair.

Now there was absolute rapture in her voice. Using my hair to pull my face closer to her pussy, she said, "Don't stop! Use that tongue, boy!" She pushed my face into her wet pussy while still pulling my hair.

My mom wrapped her sexy legs around my neck as I ate her pussy. She was panting and moaning loudly, digging her heels into my back between my shoulder blades. I rubbed her legs and hips. Squeezed her ass. Ran my hands all over the lower part of her body.

Her skirt was covering my eyes, so I couldn't see her arch her back, but I could feel it. She wrapped her legs tighter around me, then called my name loudly. Then my mom reached orgasm from my tongue. I got the rest of the way out of my pants and got onto the bed with her. We just lie there for a while making out.

Over dinner, Mom told me that she believed her returning to being my disciplinarian was the best idea I've ever had. Now that I've given back control to her, there is no going back. She will continue to spank me anytime she determines I need it.

And she meant it too. She often puts me over her lap for a good, long, hard bare bottom paddling. After each spanking, she has me eat her pussy. And I wouldn't have it any other way.