Emilia Dorsey switched her car settings from automatic to manual as she got off the Hyperway. She hated the new laws that made automated driving mandatory! Her red 2123 model Mazdach had up to 700 horsepower, and the silly nanny state of theirs was forcing her to hand over control to the master AI.

"Fucking finally!" She grinned as her foot floored the accelerator. It was just a mile of road before she had to slow down; this was her only chance to be a tiny rebel against the system. It always felt exhilarating, goosebumps popping up as she approached top speed. She never could hit it- their private housing complex had around twenty homes, so there was going to be someone either coming or going.

"Miss Emilia, you are approaching dangerous speeds. I'm detecting two cars in the vicinity. Switching to automatic," the AI chimed in, playing spoilsport. Emilia groaned as the car slowed down and shifted to the slow lane.

"Stupid fucking car," she muttered out loud. A yellow warning popped up on the screen, warning her about swearing. She rolled her eyes.

She was now fifty-eight; the warning didn't mean much to her social credit scores anymore. Back in the day, it would've flagged her as a miscreant- rack up enough points, and she would be subjected to corporal punishment.

Now, however, Emilia was officially old enough to be considered a productive adult and in the top 0.1 percent of citizens in the city. She had a cushy job as a space mining evaluator and was thus valuable to the society. Medical treatments for keeping her alive and healthy for up to 300 years were free of charge.

And Emilia did take advantage of those treatments, especially the cosmetic ones. She changed her hair to a natural blonde the moment she turned 40 and was considered a legal adult. She added about nine inches to the state-mandated five-foot limit for everyone under forty with strong, beautiful legs. She went for nice, full D-cup breasts with the same perkiness of her teen years. Her metabolism was also altered to be able to quickly attain a fit, athletic body without a ton of exercise.

In some ways, it was worth the sacrifice. The system was not bad once you were in the good part, thought Emilia. The warning quickly faded as the car slowed near the entrance to her posh suburban stretch. She looked up to see another expensive sedan, driven by Trisha Parker and her boyfriend, pass her. Emilia waved with a smile at her acquaintance before looking down at the dashboard.

"Can I drive now, pretty please?" She asked in a mocking tone.

"Negative, Miss Emilia. Car registration number 2381/BH is approaching from Soothenby Road, 287 meters."

"Sebastian?" Emilia looked at the screen. "Why is he coming home this early?" She folded her arms. "Call Sebastian Blake, please," she ordered the system, listening to the ring.

"Oh, hey Em!" Sebastian's cheerful voice filled the car.

"Why are you back home? I thought you were going to be deployed to the moon tomorrow. Shouldn't you be up at the labs prepping up?" Emilia asked testily.

"How do you know I'm at home?" Sebastian responded.

"Because I'm right behind you." As Emilia said it, his 2056-vintage chrome Fordsta pickup truck spun into view in front of her car.

Sebastian laughed. "Caught red-handed! I forgot you leave early on Fridays!"

"So what's up, hun? Is your launch postponed?" Emilia questioned, a slight tingle spreading through her body. "If it was...I've been a bad girl, Seb. I was just speeding and cursing right now." Her hand drifted to her left nipple, her tone switching to the flirty one she used with Sebastian. "I think Daddy needs to..."

"Robbie's in the car with me."

Emilia went deathly quiet as she heard Sebastian laughing his ass off. A bright red blush crept up her cheeks. "Why isn't he in college right now?" She spluttered.

"Do you wanna answer that, kiddo?" Emilia heard Seb speak. A moment later, Robin's clearly petrified, mousy tone spoke up.

"Uhmm... social credit got flagged, ma'am."

The cars had gotten into their gated community by this point and drove toward their two homes. Emilia and Sebastian were technically neighbors, with Sebastian having the bigger of their two houses, owing to his higher-paying job as an astronaut.

"Drop me at Seb's and park in the garage," she ordered her AI and watched as the two men got out. Sebastian Flores was the older and bigger one, seventy-eight years of age and dressed in jeans and a white space fiber bodysuit top that clung to him like latex, his rippling muscles in focus. He was a mountain of a man at six feet five, with a chiseled jawline and silver hair.

Robin, in contrast, was only twenty-three, which meant his height was at the state-mandated five feet. He was officially Sebastian's son, having taken the lad in when Robin was in his mid-teens. At the time, Emilia was in a relationship with Sebastian, so Robin saw her more or less as the mother figure in his life.

Even after they broke up/decided upon a mostly open, detached relationship, Emilia still continued to be a major part of Robin's life even though she never bothered to officially adopt him. The fact they lived next door meant Robin spent his time in both houses whenever he was home.

His eyes were the same shade of blue as Emilia's as a consequence of her passing on some of her DNA. Only her eyes glared daggers into the lad while his switched between Sebastian and Emilia nervously. Robbie was wearing a black t-shirt, and Emilia gasped at the sight of it. A very sexist 21st-century slogan was plastered across his chest with a crude cartoon of a woman with dog ears.

"It's a dare! It was meant to..." Robbie urgently tried to explain himself to Emilia, but Seb cut him off.

"He wore it to class and got flagged. I was on my way over to him to say goodbye when it happened."

Emilia's breasts heaved under her top in a way that left both men mildly aroused in different ways. "Right," Emilia said, tapping her fingers. "I'll deal with you in a moment," she told Robbie, turning to Sebastian. "Are you staying or do you have to leave right now?"

"Unfortunately so, darling. As much as Daddy would love to work on that sexy ass of yours, I'm running late." He grinned charmingly. His words got Emilia to blush again as Robin tried to hide his giggling.

"You weren't supposed to hear that, Robbie!" Emilia snapped at the lad. Her ears got hot. "And you were supposed to tell me he was with you!" She growled at Sebastian.

"I wasn't expecting you to be such a dirty little slut!" Sebastian grinned.

"Ugh! How come both of you get to say stuff like this but I get flagged?" Robin hissed at the pair.

"Because we are productive members of society while you are still a college brat spouting misogynistic crap to impress your friends," Sebastian countered to the boy, who cowered at the man turning on him. Sebastian usually had his back, especially around Emilia.

"It was a dare," Robin repeated in a lower voice.

"A dare to do what, exactly? To show your friends you are a man?" Emilia questioned, switching to Mommy mode. Robin was in his final year at college and lived on campus, so Emilia didn't have to do this in a while. "Because you don't look like one to me, Robbie. You look just like a naughty little boy who is going to get his bare bottom spanked raw by Mommy!"

The way she spoke always left Robin both aroused and fearful at the same time. Ever since he turned eighteen, Emilia had been in charge of his corporal punishments for social credit lapses. For him, it always was slightly sexual. Emilia was one of the hottest women he had ever known. The level of intimacy of an extended spanking was something he never experienced from the opposite gender. Heck, under the laws, he couldn't even have relationships with women till he got to thirty and held a steady job for five years!

Yet, she always seemed to mean what she said. Emilia did see him as a naughty little boy, which the old logical side of his brain always fought. Twenty-three was close to a man! That's not a little boy—though whenever it was punishment time, both of them seemed to switch automatically to calling her Mommy!

He looked at Sebastian, hoping for some tender mercy, though there was none. He just unbuckled his belt, almost ritualistic in the deliberate slowness.

"You know better, kid. Every movement you make is monitored by the state." He folded the belt, handing it over to Emilia.

"It's my responsibility to ensure you do not end up as a sexist pig," Emilia snapped the belt, getting a small shiver from Robbie.

Seb, however, watched her with mild annoyance. She looked especially attractive today with her hair and makeup done. A part of him wanted to stay back and watch. Emilia always got so hot and excited after punishing the lad that she would fuck Seb for hours.

"Could we not discuss it, please?" Robbie sighed. "Like, I was not trying to be... it was tongue-in-cheek; the girls found it funny. No one was really offended."

"Doesn't matter, dude. The law's the law." Sebastian began when his watch went off. "Shoot! Need to head out now."

"We can catch up when you get back." Emilia smiled at the man. Shame... he was away at the labs for most of the week. She would've liked a quickie, but there was a no-sex rule on launch week.

"It's a promise." Sebastian leaned in for a deep kiss, his free hand drifting to her ass cheeks and placing a quick spank. "Daddy's gonna deal with you good and hard." He winked before giving Robbie a quick pat on the shoulder. "And as for you, twenty-three is still way too young an age where the government gives you leeway. Stop getting into messes and listen to Emilia."

Emilia hung back, letting the two men talk. Or a man and a boy. Part of her was amused; two hundred years ago, Robbie would've been seen as a mature adult! She knew back in the day, teens were conscripted into armies. As the twenty-first century rolled along, the twenty-somethings started moving back home as the cost of living and job opportunities got harder.

It was during the late twenty-first century that adult reclassification became a thing, when forty became the age you were seen as a full adult. As lifespans got bigger, the twenties and thirties became seen as a second childhood, an in-between state where adult responsibilities like jobs or a love life were deprioritized, and education and establishing a strong moral core and social skills became the focus.

She wistfully ran her fingers across the belt. Her own twenties and thirties were quite painful, living with strict parents who took her in when she was 18. She would routinely be picked up from college by her dad whenever her social credit tanked, and a whipping from an army general was way harder than what strength she could muster with Robbie!

The lad spoke quietly with Seb before giving him a hug. "Right. I'll be back in two weeks," the older man told Emilia as he got into his car. "Rob's suspended for five days. You can handle him, right, Em?"

"Oh please! I've done all the work with him; you don't even scold him! A week with me should fix him up all proper!" Emilia walked over to kiss him deeply. "And no sex in space. I have a surprise planned for you when you're back." Emilia rubbed her finger across his cock under the jeans, feeling it grow. He let out an annoyed growl.

Robin watched the scene, his eyes unable to move away from Emilia's perfectly sculpted rump. His cock tightened. Robbie had to wear a chastity sheath, a nanofiber condom, which prevented him from having sex in college and monitored his sexual urges. Right now, watching Emilia's ass cheeks move under the fabric of her skirt got his arousal level to spike 63 percent more than the acceptable limit!

He took a deep breath, focusing on Seb, waving him off as his car backed out of the driveway. It had been a while since it was just him and Emilia together for more than a week. He joined college soon after he was taken in, and he mostly stayed over the holidays. Generally, Sebastian was around, and Emilia was pretty busy over the past two years with her projects that had her traveling to space.

He watched her turn, eyes on the belt. It had been two months since he last felt that thing across his bottom, Emilia being called over to his college for poor grades. "Arousal levels 68 percent over the acceptable limit!" His watch decided to announce to her, much to his distress.

"You aren't supposed to be enjoying this," Emilia scolded, snapping the belt.

"You do," the red-faced boy countered. "Oh, Daddy! Spank me, Daddy, I've been a bad girl!" He mocked her.

Emilia narrowed her eyes. "I'd be very careful if I were you, Robbie..."  She walked over to him, her heels making their height difference even more pronounced. "You have a very long, very painful week... I don't even know your score!" She realized, grabbing his wrist. "Ooh! I never get notified when the score drops. You and your dad won't even bother telling me unless you've got enough demerits to earn a judicial - 438?" She gasped at the number on his personal information watch as Robin winced. "The hell? What were you doing over there?"

"It's..." He lowered his head. "It's mostly wearing the t-shirt. And like... I tried to have sex with Theresa once and got a tampering with her chastity charge."

Her eyes flickered at the boy's words. It wasn't behaviour out of the ordinary, but tampering with a woman's chastity would be seen as potential sexual assault.

"Like... she has clarified that it was with her permission," Robin added quickly. "Dad talked to her folks; there's a challenge, so it will be reduced, I promise."

"Why wasn't I told about this?" Emilia queried.

"Dad didn't want you to go berserk," Robin mumbled. "He said he'll tell you when the charge was lowered to a mutual attempted mating offense."

"And now you have a misogynist messaging charge to go with it," Emilia scowled, snapping the belt again. "Inside the house, my room."

She watched him walk quietly toward her home. Emilia sighed. It was going to be a long week. She followed him, admiring his cute rump below his pants. At least it would be fun, she thought. Robbie was very enjoyable to punish.

"Seb didn't want me to go berserk?" Emilia repeated what he said as she followed the lad.

"Well, yeah! You'd..." Robbie paused, looking back at her, turning bright red. "Like... you know..."

"I would do what exactly?" Emilia moved to hold his hand to enter the house and moved toward her bedroom.

"It's... it would've been a sexual assault type charge so..."

"It currently is a sexual assault finding, yes," Emilia corrected him. "Your social credit score is cratered. You have two compounded charges of extreme misogynistic tendencies, and the first one is something I have warned you about, haven't I?"

Robin let out a small, mousy voice. He wasn't allowed to have sex. Emilia always warned him about getting intimate with women. That as a male, he would be on the hook if anything went south.

"You know what the punishment is if the appeal fails, right?" Emilia asked as they entered her big, spacious bedroom.

Robin turned white at the question. It was why Sebastian wanted to hide the news from Emilia. "Yes, Mommy," he whispered.

"What is it?" Emilia pressed on.

"Your... my bum... strap on," he looked away from her.

Emilia grabbed him by his face, making him look into her eyes. "You will get your ass fucked by Mommy. Deep and hard, every night for the whole week."

She felt him shivering. His heartbeat seemed to be going through the roof. Emilia pulled back, moving toward the cabinet by the bedside.

"Arousal exceeding 221 percent over the acceptable limits!" His watch flashed red. Robbie gasped, reaching for the traitorous monitoring device, covering it so the words were muffled.

"What was that?" Emilia pretended not to hear the words.

"Nothing, Mommy! Just... I don't want that!" He responded quickly, watching her open the cabinet and gulping as she pulled out a harness and a big nine-inch-long girthy dildo.

"This is the beginning punishment, grade one," Emilia said, waving it in front of him. "And right now, I should be bending you over the bed and driving this all the way till dinnertime. Get your girlfriend on a conference call so she gets to see the consequences of your action."

She placed it on top of the cabinet as Robin sat down, his eyes unable to be drawn away from it. The thick pink tool. He knew the rules. He had friends who found out the hard way what happens when the line gets crossed. The strap-on was seen as a tool for correction for wayward boys for sexual offenses. Robbie was mostly such a goody-two-shoes that he never had to face it, but it was something a lot of boys in his college had experienced.

It was possibly why he was so scared but excited by the idea. Having been busy with his classes meant he hadn't seen Emilia in two months, and he had forgotten just how sexy he found her. She caused his arousal levels to spike constantly, usually to Sebastian's amusement. Emilia, for her part, found it cute. She loved to tease him, knowing he still saw it as a taboo thing.

"This is going to remain here all week," Emilia told the lad. "If you are disobedient, if I hear any lip from you, then you will be punished for both your offenses; I'll take your virginity back there. You are on the thinnest of ice for the rest of your stay here, understand?"

He nodded. Emilia rubbed her temple. "Alright. Strip. Let's start working on your naughty demerits."

Both of them started removing their clothes. Robbie was much quicker, pulling off his offending T-shirt and jeans quickly, just having his white undies, which she liked to remove herself.

Emilia was way slower and more methodical with her clothes, a lot more sensual in his eyes as her jacket and shirt came off, slipping off her shoulders like butter. Her pants fell down soon after as she stepped out of them. She had the perfect hourglass figure, her stomach lean and tight and hips flaring just perfectly in his eyes. She had an expensive black bra and string panties on.

It was a familiar sight for the lad as Emilia liked to give him extended spankings wearing just her underwear. Her hand went for the belt, and she walked toward the side of the bed, sitting down and patting her bare thighs.

He approached her, feeling every bit a naughty little boy. Which was odd; he was already an adult by the time she came into his life. The effect was purely psychological, created by the state, keeping him physically smaller than her and keeping him in permanent chastity.

He obediently bent over her powerful legs. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he whispered, entering his submissive mindset.

"And what are you sorry for?" Emilia asked with a sharp spank to his left cheek.

"Oow! Like... sorry for being stupid and disobeying you... I shouldn't have been with Teresa."

"We aren't dealing with your girlfriend escapade unless I get a result from the government, but yes... you have been thinking with your dick instead of your brain," Emilia scolded sharply, spanking him quickly. She peppered his backside, covered just by the thin cotton of his undies. It was a warm-up to get her boy used to the sensation of being across her lap once more. His cock rubbed against her thighs, and his watch once more declared his arousal level as above 124 percent.

"You are quite masochistic, aren't you? You like being spanked. Guess I have to really start getting serious." Emilia began to spank him much harder. Each slap was heavier and got a squeal from him as he tried to hold on. His feet started kicking as she went on. Robbie was determined to not cry or beg for this part at least.

After a solid five minutes, Emilia paused, sliding his undies off. The next part was much harder; she wanted tears. "Better start getting used to being over Mommy's lap again, Robbie. You will be spending all week in this position!" She was pleased at how hot and pink his cheeks got. The boy was resilient. It made punishing him all the more fun; she didn't have to hold back.

Indeed, it was only when his cries got loud, when his begging and pleading stage started, that she stopped. Emilia leaned to grab his wrist, bringing the watch close to her. "Emilia Dorsey here, provisional caretaker. Fifteen minutes of hard spanking with my hand for Robin's social credit score." She checked the small screen on the watch, happy when it registered that the boy's buttocks were sufficiently punished for his social credit score to go from 438 to 440.

"Still got a lot of work to do to raise it above a thousand." Emilia gently massaged the sobbing boy's bare buns. "And I'm the one responsible for this; you know that, right? It's my job to ensure you are raised respecting women. And then you go around trying to take off a lady's chastity belt," she tutted. "What's she like? This Teresa girl."

Robbie wiped his tears as he considered the question. "She's in my advanced arithmetic class. Very pretty."

"Very pretty? That's why you lost your brain around her?"

"Like... she's adventurous; she wanted me to use my tongue," Robbie replied.

"Does she order you around then?" Emilia asked, rubbing soothing circles on his punished rump. The boy's so pussy-whipped and submissive, she worried. "Have you done anything sexual with her?"

"Like...we make out and stuff. Kisses... she lets me suck on her breasts."

Emilia gave him a playful pout. "I thought that was our thing." She folded her arms around her chest.

Robbie turned red. "That's punishment!" He blushed. The first time he got his social credit dropped for drinking beer, Emilia had him breastfeed for a week to remind him he wasn't allowed to drink. It became a part of his punishment from then on, a symbolic punishment that he was still her little boy. Robbie hated it when she'd do it in front of her friends and in public, but he secretly craved it. It was a level of intimacy he wasn't allowed normally, and Emilia had the most perfect breasts in the world as far as he was concerned. "Are you going to do it again? I haven't been drinking," he pointed out.

"Well, you have been acting like a man when you aren't, so yes," Emilia declared. "I think ten days of Mommy's milk and hard spankings should remind you of your place."

She stood up, grabbing the belt. Robbie groaned but knew the drill. He grabbed two of the pillows and lay across them, offering his ass for her. "The only breasts you should be touching are mine. The only woman in your life is me till you are old enough," she scolded, aiming for the middle of his cheeks. The crack echoed through the room, followed by his scream. For the next twenty minutes, the sounds filled the room. Emilia's cracks of the belt, punctuated by his cries.

Robbie felt he was getting scalded by the thick leather of his dad's belt. Emilia was much stronger than him, and his physical endurance was kept low by the government, so this would hurt. Every so often he'd turn his head to look at her, the way her breasts bounced in that black brassiere, her lips pursed to deliver a hard lick. His watch continued to beep about his arousal levels before it recognized his pain levels and changed the reading to punishment mode.

Emilia continued to work each section of his ass. She started with the middle, whipping it till every inch was blistered and red before she moved on to his sitspots and thighs. Only when she was all worn out and sweating did she lay the belt down.

"What's the social credit score?" Emilia asked.

"457," the watch declared.

"That was a good whipping, wasn't it, baby? Around twenty-one points gained." Emilia lay next to him, cuddling. Robin took a while to settle down, and when he did, he realized he was lying on the couch in her arms. Her bra had been discarded, and her heavy breasts were out, the left nipple in his mouth.

"Who do you prefer? Teresa or Mommy?"

"You, Mommy," he whispered. He hated the idea of being in this subspace, being a little boy when he was in college and about to graduate. But he couldn't help but love the intimacy, the security she provided. His arousal level was perfectly still now, a steady line.

"Ten days of my milk will get a lot more of my DNA into you and make your eyes just like mine." Emilia kissed the top of his head. She had just taken a lactation pill, so he wasn't getting any milk yet, but the effect lasted a week. "Relax, baby; we are mostly done for the day."

Robbie nodded in acknowledgment. "Are you angry with me?"

"No," Emilia smiled warmly. "Well, I'm quite upset with Seb, but that's another matter entirely. You are getting overstimulated around beautiful dominant girls and losing your head around them. It's my responsibility to fix it."

Her words got a small, mousy whimper from him. "You make it worse," he admitted with a blush.

"Good," Emilia beamed. "The only woman in the life of a boy your age should be his Mommy."