Susan fully dominates Scott and punishes him.

The following morning (and still naked in her bed), Susan and Mildred had tenderly kissed and hugged each other goodbye. Mildred had dressed and departed Susan’s home. Susan reached for her laptop, to check on any current emails that were chiming in her “In-Box”. And just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, her mindset switched from being a very submissive woman, to a very confident and dominant woman, as she saw that the fourth email out of six was from young Scott. Susan has just been dominated by Mildred the night before. This morning, Susan was already excited about being in her dominant mode towards young Scott. She was still massaging her vagina at the same time as she began to read his email.

“Dear Mrs. Willis,

I am incredibly happy that we crossed paths a couple of weeks ago. I was initially shocked, surprised, happy, and elated all at the same time. Seeing you in the flesh after all this time, brought back both happy and fond times when I attended Saint Josephs. Especially the memories, although quite painful sometimes, of you taking the time to help me refocus and to stay on task. The fact that I was a border and really had no parents, I always considered you my Legal Guardian and step-mum. You paid attention to my personal feelings and listened to me in our conversations. You were not as dismissive as the other teachers and professors at Saint Joseph’s.

Now only just last week, you allowed me to come to your home with my laptop to do some critical work for my company. And during my distractions, helped me to focus my efforts properly, with a very strong scolding and bare bottom spanking.

Being back in the UK and having my own home has calmed me down quite a bit. However, I still have nervous stress, trying to cope as an independent Engineer working at home. I am simply trying to take it one step at a time. Hopefully, I will merge back into the British lifestyle and rekindle what I had as a border at Saint Joseph’s College.

I am happy that you have a female partner, and at the same time can help other young men like me, to make certain they stay on task and to be on focus. When I was working overseas, I was in charge (even at my immature age), of about one hundred male laborers every day. I practiced hard and was good at it, but I was constantly having to make decisions all the time. In the end, it was draining me of my soul and my character. I was not happy with who I had become. Like yourself, I felt as though I was a young Headmaster, having to make certain that everyone was on task, not fighting and taking care of all their concerns and complaints. On reflection, I am happy that I took this job, because eventually the penny dropped. I acknowledged that there were some people who knew how to lead others and very much got off on the power it yielded. It depended on their status in their jobs, and life in general. They were born and wired through their life events to be that way. I realised I was a follower and not a leader. I had forced myself to become a leader but ended up hating my situation with these feelings. I concluded that I was a passive follower, who is quite content to sit in my office or room, and work quietly at home. At the same time, not having to make too many decisions for myself. I am wired that way from my lifestyle and events living as a border at Saint Joseph’s. And during my younger years, having a very regulated routine and schedule bestowed upon me.

I hope that I am not overstepping the mark and that my assumptions are correct from our conversation. Especially last week when you scolded me and spanked me, to focus properly. I believe you have very diplomatically and kindly offered to keep me on task and focused. Just as you did when I was at Saint Josephs. I would like that to happen very much indeed. If I must come out of the closet as a virgin submissive, I would very much want that to be with a mature and elegant woman such as yourself. I am not so trusting towards people in general, but I would welcome all your natural born leadership experiences. If you do not have time to do it, then I would welcome anyone in your age range that you would recommend to me. I trust your judgement without question.

So, after seriously considering your question to me a couple of weeks ago, with regards to finding a partner, to keep me on track and focused, the answer is no. For myself personally, I would very much like to find a mature partner with whom I could be in a “Chummy Mummy” relationship with. I think about it all the time. Mainly I think about you all the time as my “Chummy Mummy”.

If that is something you would consider on a regular basis, or through appointments with yourself, then naturally, I would initially be a novice with your guidance. If not you, then someone who is also mature and like-minded in that way. I was eventually going to start searching for a mature woman, on the adult dating ads in the UK, who was a natural leader and not a follower. However, that is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I do not know of any other way of finding a natural mature female Alpha partner. You mentioned to me last week that you had a spare bedroom I could stay in during a possible weekend visit to your private home. And you even mentioned your own bed in your private bedroom. I have been thinking about that submissively since last week and cannot get your comments out of my mind.

I really do not have anyone that I can discuss these particular and personal feelings with, as I am doing with you now in this email. I had felt it was initially better to put my feelings in an email and in writing, rather than calling you directly on the phone. I think I would be all over the place and end up getting off topic on this subject matter.

On another personal confession, when I was at college as a boarder, I felt my bedtimes were far too strict and too early for my age. Even at the age of eighteen, I thought it was ridiculous. It was because the night staff were lazy and just wanted us all locked up in our dormitory for the night. That way, they could watch tellie or get away with things that we knew nothing about. I found it difficult to go to sleep right away and would use my torch to read until I became tired. I am certain that real criminals who were locked up in prison, had better bedtimes than I did.

That is why I must privately confess to you now in confidence that this has mentally affected me, even at my current age. When I take holidays away from work, and now that I have been back in the UK, I have tried to set my bedtime curfew for eight in the evening. Including the weekends. That means I am cleaned up, sometimes showered, and wearing my pajamas and ready for bed by eight in the evening.

I have until eight-thirty to turn my bedside table light out and go to sleep. So, as before at College, I really resented my bedtime curfews. Now, in my chummy mummy fantasies, and before chatting with you a couple of weeks ago, I now crave early bedtime curfews all the time. Every night at eight in the evening, my chummy mummy joins me in my room and reviews my conduct for the day. If I have been a good boy, I end up naked over her lap, for a firm spanking and scolding and put to bed by eight-thirty with lights out. If I have been naughty, there will be corner time and then a leather paddle and strap. Also, if I have been obnoxious with earned demerits, then it is another corner time, and then the cane, and then in bed with lights out. All the while, completely naked and crying into my pillow without any soothing gel. Often after eight, I fantasize about this and attempt to administer a no-nonsense self-spanking or leather paddling, until my bottom is changing shades of color, as well as painful. This helps me to sleep better in the evening. A self-caning is impossible to attempt by myself. When my testosterone is quite high, I break down and administer myself a spanking, until I have an extraordinarily strong ejaculation upon my special towel and keep spanking myself until my bottom hurts again, and I fall blissfully asleep.

Yes, it is primarily you I think about when this is happening and a couple of other women your age that are not disciplinarians. Again, Mrs. Willis, you have been in my thoughts for a long time. I don’t have too many secrets left that I know about. But you have now shared with me that you are still practicing domestic disciplinarian in certain arenas and privately in your home. I believe you are more understanding of this type of submissive fetish I have developed and will not judge me as harshly as some of the other members of the general public.

I hope that no matter what the situation ends up being, that we can continue to be friends and discuss the different lifestyles of being a leader and a follower.

Kind Regards

Your young Scott”

Susan Willis read young Scott’s email a second time and, during the third time, had a violent orgasm upon her queen Egyptian cotton sheets. She grabbed a nearby used towel from her shower and laid it across the damp patch. She sniffed her fingers that had her juice on them and licked them clean. After her breathing calmed down and she had come back to her normal senses, she pondered her thoughts for a moment and then replied with an email back to young Scott. Thankfully, he had given her his cell phone number as he had forgotten to list it in his email.

It was Wednesday evening, and Scott had just finished a late tea of a lamb curry takeaway that was just a five-minute walk away. He had been thirsty and had drunk a lot of water with his meal. It was almost seven, and he was resting and watching some tellie. He knew that his fantasy early bedtime curfew was fast approaching, and he needed to put his rubbish in the bin, clean up the kitchen for the evening, and do a quick tidy-up. However, he jumped out of his chair a little and was startled when his cell phone chimed for an incoming email. It was from Mrs. Willis. Gosh, he thought to himself, he had only just sent her his email yesterday evening, and she had already replied.

He opened Mrs. Willis’s email and read it nervously.

Mrs. Willis had thanked him for his detailed email and his current feelings towards her. She wanted to have a serious conversation with him and would call him the following morning at ten sharp. She told him not to be in a public area, as she wanted to openly discuss the subject matter of his email.

Then Mrs. Willis put the nail in his coffin. He had to read her final paragraph twice to let the reality of it all sink into his brain. It read, “Young Scott, before we chat tomorrow, I wanted to address your fetish you have explained to me in your email. The one you had developed before even our first meeting in the foggy street lane on Monday. Being in a chummy mummy relationship with me would require you to have incredibly early bedtime curfews. I am also a profoundly serious and firm believer in early bedtimes for young boys such as yourself, so that the mature adults can have time to themselves in the evening, without the pitter-patter of feet that should be in their rooms and in bed fast asleep. Just as your mindset is now with an early bedtime curfew with discipline given before going to bed, I was an extremely strict and domineering mother to my son when he turned 16, and he lived with me here in my home. I am still a firm believer in regular no-nonsense spanking, strappings, and canings with early bedtime curfews. It helped him to remember to be a good boy and follow house rules. I was most confident that I had given my son his proper punishment at his bedtime, when he was sobbing away into his pillow, when I turned out the lights in his room for the evening and closed the door. Then, I could have my own personal adult time to myself and with others.

Just to be clear, young Scott, in my home, in my chummy mummy lifestyle, my son’s curfew would be seven sharp and lights out by seven-thirty, including weekends. So, with that premise in mind, and myself now willing to take on the role of your desired chummy mummy, you'd better get yourself to bed before the eight-thirty curfew you have set for yourself this evening. You do have my permission to spank yourself to sleep. I will be querying you tomorrow when I call you.”

She signed off with, be a good boy. God Bless,

Mummy Susan.

Young Scott was beside himself now, conjuring up the things that Mrs. Willis was going to chat to him about on his cell phone. He went to bed frustrated with a hard, rigid erection, and, with just a few strokes of his right-handed grip of his shaft, streams of hot cum shot onto his right eye, chin, and belly. He had not ejaculated that hard upon himself for a long time now.

He cleaned himself up and then gave himself a hard leather self-spanking. Eventually, he lay naked in his bed with his sheets and blanket over his body. He even managed to expunge some tears to roll down his cheeks and pillow, thinking of his soon-to-be, chummy mummy. He fell asleep restlessly and woke up at eight the next morning. By the time he had eaten some breakfast and had taken a shower and cleaned his house a little, it was quarter to ten on his watch.

It seemed like an eternity as young Scott watched the minutes go down and the minute hand slowly move to high noon, with the hour hand at ten. He was seated upon his single cushioned armchair when his cell phone rang loudly.

His palms were sweaty, and his heartbeat was faster than normal. He was being ridiculous now, he mentally thought to himself. All of this over the email and the pouring out to Mrs. Willis about his chummy mummy addiction. He wiped his right sweaty hand against his T-shirt, then pressed the green phone symbol on his phone, and then went to external speaker. There was now a connection to the other end of his call. He was wearing his black pocket T-shirt top, and the rest of his body was completely naked.

He had also pressed the record button on the recording cell phone app. Then he cupped his balls and little winky with both hands, as though they were his safety blanket. In the privacy of his home, this was his preferred substitute, compared to one who was constantly eating when nervous.

Mrs. Willis said, “Hello, young Scott. Is that you, boy?”

Scott replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis. Good morning.”

Mrs. Willis replied, “A good morning to you as well. Are you in a non-public area so that I can openly speak privately to you, boy?”

Scott replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis. I am at home sitting in my lounge.”

Mrs. Willis replied, “That is even better, boy. Mildred was with me last night but is now home with her son and daughter. So, it is just me now, alone in my study. I re-read your email last night a few times to try and get a true feeling of how you see me, and how you would like me to be in your life. I read it again a fourth time just now before calling you. First, did you get to bed by eight-thirty with your side-table light turned off as I requested you to do in my email, and a self-spanking just beforehand?”

Scott replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis. I quickly masturbated until my winky became limp. I wanted my testosterone levels to be low. Then I administered a self-spanking with my leather paddle until my backside was quite red and hurting. There was some bruising as well. I went to bed quite uncomfortable and lights out by eight-thirty.”

Mrs. Willis replied, “Well, young Scott, I am not happy that you first masturbated and then spanked yourself afterwards. I did not give you permission to masturbate in my email. If you were not spanking yourself while you were masturbating, then I can put this infraction behind us this time. Being spanked without an erection hurts a lot more and gets the message across more seriously to a naughty young boy such as yourself, Scott.”

Scott replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis. Thank you for putting my infraction behind us.”

Happy with that, Mrs. Willis continued, “Alright then, young Scott, do not do it again. Now then, about your email. I do agree with you that I too consider you to be a passive follower and certainly not a born leader. Also, yes, young Scott, you are correct. I was initially offering you my services to continue administering a strict and serious domestic discipline regime to you and to keep you focused and on par with my way of doing things properly. In the past at College, I did feel that I had a maternal responsibility towards you, and as you mentioned in your email, a legal guardianship over you as well. You were more special to me than some of the other students, and, quite frankly, having bumped into you on the sidewalk a couple of days ago, my maternal feelings surged through me again as we spoke in your home, and I could sense your nervousness and submissive tendencies around me, as before when you were my student. I have not felt that maternal to any young boy such as yourself in a long time, and now I want it even more.”

Scott said in a querying tone, “I never realised I was so obvious in my actions, Mrs. Willis. I was a little flustered as well and a little bit tongue-tied.”

Mrs. Willis said, “Well, young Scott, I have always been a disciplinarian at the College and a domestic disciplinarian in my private life, so with my vast experience at being one, I could see through you immediately. Now, I do not like to be interrupted when I am addressing you on the phone. Do not interrupt me again, young Scott, until I have given you pause and permission to do so.”

Scott blushed as he replied, “Sorry, Mrs. Willis. My sincerest apologies.”

Mrs. Willis continued, “Make certain that you do, boy! Now, young Scott, you know very well that I do not suffer fools easily. So, let me be truly clear to you what my wishes and plans are for you. At my age, allowing you to enter a chummy mummy relationship with me would not be a democratic environment for you in any shape or form. It would be my single-minded and unyielding dictatorship. Always a one-way conversation where I command, and you obey.

My son David is now living with his mature wife in a Female-Led-Relationship in Belgium. Most of the time, his room is vacant. So, there is a room at my home that could be yours to use, if we first iron out a few details and I allow you to enter with myself and your Aunty Mildred into a chummy mummy relationship and lifestyle.

Eventually, in a couple of weeks, I want you to permanently move into my home, into my son’s old bedroom, and live with me very submissively in a chummy mummy relationship and lifestyle. I am not interested in becoming your mature girlfriend, but a real dommy mummy instead. It is already Thursday, and, unfortunately, your Aunty Mildred and I have previous engagements coming up this weekend and the following weekend. Your Aunty Mildred is bringing her submissive teenage son, Benjamin, and dominant older daughter, Rebecca, to my home this weekend. Another older woman our age, called Betty, is also joining us this weekend and bringing her submissive boyfriend Tommy and teenage son Julian. We all enjoy meeting up on a regular basis at each other’s homes. We normally swap the submissives around so that they can experience domestic discipline from other like-minded people, to make them feel even more humiliated. I assure you, young Scott, it works very well for everyone concerned, and you would be part of that in my home as well. And I too, can live out my submissive fantasies, with other younger dominant women besides your Aunty Mildred.

On the following weekend, we have a small group of nuns, from an exceedingly small sisterhood, coming to stay at my home for a three-day weekend retreat. There will be some superior nuns and much younger nuns in their twenties. They come to my home to relax and get out of their habits and dominate each other sexually. It is more of a treat rather than a retreat, especially for the younger nuns.

It is the only time that the younger nuns are allowed to take revenge on their Superior sisters. The Superior sisters are forced into college girl uniforms with short plaided skirts for quick access to their naughty bottoms. The young sisters wear their strict teacher’s or matron’s outfit and take severe revenge. Your Aunty Mildred and I normally join in to provide the spanking’s, canings, and sexual domination. Whilst I enjoy being taken in hand as a naughty college girl by Aunty Mildred, the young sisters make certain I feel their wrath of pain as well.

Are you clear on what I have explained to you so far, young Scott? A simple, yes, Mrs. Willis, or no, Mrs. Willis will suffice, boy.”

Scott's mind was now overflowing, with all the information Mrs. Willis was conveying to him over the phone. His winky was rock hard, and he wanted to explode on the spot, but all he replied over the phone was, “Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis said, “Good boy, young Scott. I do like it when you listen to me properly the first time. Now I do want to briefly tell you about your lovely home that you have purchased. I just want you to listen to my initial plans, and we will sit down together and agree on how to proceed later. However, most importantly, I want you to think about what I want and not what you want, and how to proceed later in the next couple of months.

I want your home to become an extension of my much larger private home. A home away from home just down the road. Whilst I have quite a few bedrooms at my house, there are always guests coming to visit for one reason or another, and some of the rooms are for guests and the other ones provide certain services for the guests that come to stay and visit, including myself and your Aunty Mildred. Your new bedroom in my home will be off limits, but there will be times when you will have to give up your room, when there are a lot of guests coming for the weekend.

"That is why I want your home to be off-limits to any of our friends and dedicated primarily for my use as your chummy mummy. Even your Aunty Mildred would have to ask my permission to visit you. I want your house to be our private abode and only for our private use. I want to knock out a portion of one of the walls, that separates the two bedrooms, and I will put in a door for access to both bedrooms. Luckily, your refurbished home has an en-suite bathroom and shower in each room, which is another advantage. Both rooms are quite large, and you do have the smaller den room near the front of the house, to turn into a small office for you to do your work in with your computer and the internet.

I know you are twenty-two, but I intend to turn your bedroom into a real teenager’s bedroom and punishment room. There will be a single bed against the other wall, but long enough for you to sleep upon comfortably. I intend to decorate your room with posters of pop groups, and teenager themes that young boys and girls would have in their rooms. No television or cell phone will be allowed in the room at bedtime. You will have a single wardrobe and a basic chest of drawers. There will, of course, be plenty of implements hanging on the walls and inside your wardrobe to discipline you with at a moment’s notice. The style of the bedroom will add to the humiliation of being in a chummy mummy relationship when you have been extremely naughty. It is most humbling to always align you towards mummy’s way of thinking.

Again, young Scott, we will discuss this later after the dust has settled. There will be plenty of room in my bedroom at your house to put a leather spanking horse and wooden stocks to lock you in for bad boy punishments.

Again, I am getting ahead of myself. What I am wanting to achieve in this chummy mummy relationship with you, young Scott, is always total control of your actions and behavior and devotion to your mature mummy. I want our private moments to be private and uninterrupted by any visiting guests or the public. If you have broken any of my house rules or got onto mummy’s bad side, then if I am giving you a serious one-week discipline session, I want to concentrate privately with you at my extended home away from everyone else.

Are you in agreement with what I am explaining to you so far, young Scott? A yes or no, boy.”

Scott already had an erection for what he was being told, and replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis was happy with that, and continued, “So, your Aunty Mildred and I have been going over our schedules for the next two weeks and trying to figure out our guests' schedules and train arrivals, and who is driving here and when. Our guests for this weekend will be arriving tomorrow, Friday, at noon, and everyone will be leaving by early Monday morning, including Aunty Mildred with her son and daughter. So, with that in mind, I will have my home completely to myself from Monday noon, until around Friday noon. So, collectively, that is four days that I could have you all to myself. Unless things change, it is my intention to drive to your house on Monday around 1pm and pick you up with your small overnight bag and then bring you back to my home at least until Thursday evening.

As soon as I get you inside my home, you will be staying in my son, David’s, old bedroom. Once I lock the front door, I will finally take on the role of being your very severe and dominant chummy mummy. It is what you want and certainly what I have been looking forward to since I left the College. I am just sorry I did not know earlier, before you went to work overseas, that you wanted to be in a submissive relationship with a mature and wise old owl such as myself. Well, young Scott, one cannot cry over spilt milk, but you can start to cry for your chummy mummy sooner rather than later.

On Monday, as we begin our chummy mummy lifestyle, I want you to be aware that I will be giving you an extremely hard bare-bottom spanking over my lap. Then some corner time, then a proper scolding and caning, and then mummy is going to give you another spanking and more corner time. Once you have finally calmed down, I am going to take you to the bathroom in my bedroom, where I am going to help you become erect again, if you are not already. Then, Mummy is going to shave all your pubic hairs, arse-hole hairs, ball-sack, and any hairs on your erect winky. I want you to look and feel like that younger boy again that you yearn to be.

I will help your winky to go limp again, and mummy is going to put her son in complete chastity, by using one of her many metal or plastic winky cock-cages. You will be locked in place, and Mummy will keep the key on a chain around her neck. Mummy will release you from chastity often to let you masturbate under her supervision.

Initially, mummy will be teaching you how to sexually satisfy her with your obedient tongue. If you follow mummy’s house rules and bedtime curfews and chores and stay on her good side, then mummy will dominate you and spank you sexually, like the fantasies you have of her now since you left College.

I know this is a lot to take in, young Scott, but do you agree to what I have explained to you so far over the phone?”

Scott was beside himself with sexual arousal and immediately happily replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis was again happy with his eager-sounding response. Mrs. Willis continued. "Now, before I hang up, I want your house prepared in a certain way over the next few days, until I pick you up on Monday morning at 1pm. I will email you regular instructions, and you will give me a progress report by email. I will also set you some simple house rules in your own home. My reasoning behind this, young Scott, is because I will have to return you to our private chummy mummy home by Thursday in the afternoon. I want my second home to be properly prepared so that I can feed you and then put you to bed with a well spanked and scolded bottom. I will be bringing an assortment of implements to leave in your room to properly discipline you with. I also have an older second leather spanking horse that is in good condition. You will help me move that to your home when I drive you back on Thursday afternoon. We will set it up in Mummy’s bedroom for the time being and adjust it to your naked body.

So, even though the Nuns will be arriving the next day on Friday, I will still be taking the time on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to drive over and check up on your chores. I plan to visit you twice every day at noon and just before your bedtime, and since, young Scott, you are being put to bed early by Mummy, you will be awake early the following morning. So, my boy, you will have all morning to complete your chores for Mummy, and I will inspect every little nick and corner.

You will need to finish your lunch by eleven-thirty on those days and have yourself cleaned up before noon, and in your pajamas and slippers, waiting for me in the kitchen to arrive. Once I arrive, you will escort me around the house and show me the completion of the chores that I would have set for you. I will compliment you on some of your chores or give you demerits for the ones that are not completed correctly.

Then, I will escort you to my bedroom, help you to strip completely naked, and put everything on my bed. I will secure you to my leather spanking horse and, if you have completed your chores properly, you will receive just a mild leather paddling, with the instrument of my choosing. If you have more than one demerit, your leather paddling will be harsher. If you have two demerits or more, you will not be submitting to a paddling. Instead, you will then be properly caned and scolded with six to twelve strokes with one of my bamboo canes. Then I will rub soothing gel on your spanked or caned bottom. Then, I will place and will lay a large towel over the spanking horse, so you can continue to cry over it, since you will be bent over the horse, your legs and arms apart and secured.

There will be a wireless intercom device that will be secured on the edge of the horse, which is voice-activated. If you are in trouble, you can shout at it, and the device will send an alarm to my phone, and then I can speak to you from the other house. I can also call you to check up on how you are doing.

I also have some large wall photos of mummy in her stern matron outfits, and a couple of other outfits holding her leather paddle or cane. I will hang those up in my bedroom in front of the spanking horse, so you can see them anytime.

Mummy will leave you secured for the afternoon in her bedroom to keep you humiliated and passive, as an incentive to be a good boy and completely submissive to your new Mummy. Then, mummy will return later to unlock you from her spanking horse, feed you, shower you, spank you again, scold you, and put you to bed with lights out by seven-thirty. The next morning, we will start this process all over again, young Scott. Are you clear on my intentions, young Scott?”

Young Scott thought for a moment, and this time he replied, “Yes, Mummy. All clear.”

Mrs. Willis replied, “Very good, young Scott. Stay out of trouble and follow my email instructions to a ‘T,’ and remember to always stay on Mummy’s good side.”

Then, Scott's cell phone connection to Mrs. Willis went dead. She had simply hung up on him. He played her recorded message back two separate times in his bedroom, spanking his bottom and ejaculating hard to her stern comments and how she was really going to take him in hand in the very near future.

Scott received mummy’s daily emails and followed through on all her requests with proper updates and even some attached photos which mummy liked. Especially the ones of his self-spanking before his bedtime curfew.

Scott was nervous on Monday morning just before 1pm. Susan pulled up at his front door. By the time she got out of her Land Rover and rang his doorbell, it was 1pm in the afternoon. Scott opened the door for her, and she stood tall and looked quite stern with her familiar no-nonsense attitude and air of authority.

Mrs. Willis demanded, “Are you ready to join me, young Scott, in my home for a few days? Have you packed all the items I told you to put in your overnight bag?”

Scott obediently replied, “Yes, Mrs. Willis.

Susan replied, “Good boy. You have my permission to address me as mummy. Now lock the front door and follow me to my Land Rover, get into the back seat, and put on your seatbelt. You are far too young to sit in the front seats. Quickly now, young Scott."

Scott saw how his mummy Susan waited as he grabbed his overnight bag and locked up his house for the following four days. Then he followed his mummy to her Land Rover.

After the rain and fog from last week, it was a warmish day, and Scott saw that his mummy was wearing a pair of light cotton black slacks and her black leather ankle boots. She also wore a long-sleeved, cotton starchy crisp crème shirt, which was tucked into her trousers. Her trousers were complemented by a thick black leather belt that she was also wearing. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and she was carrying her light black business jacket over her left arm and her car keys in the other.

Scott got into her car, and they sped off to her large home down the road. His mummy pulled into the long gravel driveway and not her three-car garage.

Once mummy turned off the engine, she told Scott to wait for her. She got out, went around to the back, opened young Scott's door, and released him from the seatbelt like a little boy. She helped him out of the car.

With his right hand, Scott held his overnight bag. Mummy locked the car, and with her right hand holding his left hand, she pulled and marched him across the gravel stone path and then up the terracotta footpath leading to her front door. Mummy Susan keyed in the electronic code, and the deadbolt slid back and opened the door. Mummy let young Scott go in first and then followed him in, closing the door behind her. Mummy Susan then instructed young Scott to remove his shoes and put on the brown leather slippers that she had purchased for him. She did the same, and Scott followed her like a naughty boy upstairs and into her son, David's, old bedroom.

Susan Willis's heartbeat was a little elevated, and her maternal urges towards young Scott in the privacy of her home had skyrocketed. All her senses were alive and peaked, and she felt like she was a tigress that was about to conquer her prey. The chase was on. She had barked at young Scott to set his overnight bag inside the wardrobe, and to undress and hang his clothes on the hangers provided in the wardrobe. She had also purchased him a pair of traditional blue striped cotton pajamas, that had a tie-cord for his bottoms and traditional buttons down the middle for his top. He would be wearing those later, along with his new leather slippers. For the moment, she had allowed him to keep his dark blue undies on, but still wanted him straight into his new naughty boy corner with his hands on his head.

While he was getting on with that, Susan was changing into something a lot more comfortable than what she was currently wearing.

Young Scott was shaking a little in his naughty boy corner, like he had done when he was a border at College in Mrs. Willis’s Study. There was still a lingering whiff of mummy Susan's expensive perfume in the air, even after she had left her son’s old bedroom and entered her room next to his. There was an adjoining door between the two rooms and Mrs. Willis had keyed in the electronic code to enter her bedroom to change her clothes. His mind was all over the place. What about this, and what about that? Were his undies clean, had he showered properly, did he remember to brush his teeth properly, was this really happening, did he forget to empty his rubbish into his recycling bins? He told himself that he needed to calm down, focus, and try to relax. He had been put in naughty boy corners like this before, especially in Mrs. Willis's Study and classroom.

His thoughts were finally interrupted by the clickity-clack of authority from her open bare heels, clucking up and down on her slippers. Mrs. Willis had opened the adjoining door and entered back into his new bedroom.  The slapping noise of her heels was becoming louder and louder, until she was practically standing behind him.  The whiff of her expensive perfume entering again into his nostrils.

Mummy Susan commanded in a strong maternal tone, “Right, young Scott, I want a firm word with you boy. Put your hands down, turn around, and come out of your naughty boy's corner. Hurry up.”

By the time young Scott had turned around, mummy Susan was standing just a couple of feet from his face. Scott did not realize initially that his mouth had dropped open, like a clueless idiot. He was held in time for a moment and was utterly gob-smacked and not arse-smacked. His mummy Susan had pinned her hair up into a cruel-looking bun. His new chummy mummy was wearing a very risqué black negligee that fell to just above her ankles. Her black negligee was quite transparent, so he could see her tight-fitting, black, see-through bra and breasts begging to escape their caged and tight surroundings. She was also wearing a pair of black panties. Not sexual panties, but the type one might purchase from Marks and Spencer’s. She stood even taller in her open-toed, heel-less, black leather slippers. She was his goddess, perched on a mountaintop, looking down upon her kingdom, land, subjects, and naughty boy. What he also realised, was that his winky, inside his undies, was slowly becoming erect, and he was probably in even more trouble now. Especially as she placed her bamboo canes, leather paddles, and tawse’s upon his bed.

She was scolding him now, pointing her index finger at him and shaking it up and down. “That erection that seems to have come to life is not going to save you today and this evening, young Scott. Mummy is going to make certain your white bottom is as pink and red as the rest of the suntan that you currently have.”

As before, when he had first spotted Mrs. Willis a couple of weeks ago, in the street on that foggy morning, his arsehole suddenly puckered up.

Mummy Susan then commanded, “Now I want you to remove all your clothes, young Scott. You need to get used to what is going to happen to you, even when you are well-behaved."

Scott gasped, knew that this was what he wanted from his mummy Susan, and so very quickly removed all his clothes, and stood, knowing that his little willy was quite erect.

Mummy Susan watched as young Scott got undressed, saw his erection, but kept a very straight face.

Once young Scott was standing there naked, mummy Susan turned his leather desk chair around and wheeled it forward for ample room. Then his mummy Susan sat down on the leather chair. “Get your naughty bottom across my lap, young Scott. Be quick about it, boy.”

Scott obeyed Mummy Susan immediately, and, moments later, had been down across her lap, knowing that it was right to teach him straight away, what kind of punishment he would be receiving time and time again.

Mummy Susan smiled after Scott had passively bent naked across her lap and then enjoyed rubbing his bare bottom in circles. At College, she never had this joyful show of dominance over young Scott. She continued to rub his bottom in circles. It was much more rewarding now that he was older and so submissive. Susan remembered how she was this submissive when being dealt with by Mildred, and she knew that Mildred was this submissive when being dealt with by her daughter, Rebecca. That was why Susan fully understood why those being dominant enjoyed thrashing their submissive partner, whilst at different times thoroughly enjoying being the submissive who was being thrashed.

Susan continued to enjoy herself as she raised her hand and brought her palm down on young Scott’s beckoning far bottom cheek, and then continued to spank alternate bottom cheeks, also enjoying how young Scott started to squirm around on her lap, gasp with each spank, but stayed obediently across her lap.

Scott realised that as much as the spanking hurt, he knew that being submissive was his true personality, and didn’t want to do anything to suggest resistance, because that was the last thing on his mind. He loved his face being so close to the floor with his now spanked bottom, the highest part of his body, perched on Mummy Susan’s lap in the ideal position to be spanked. He didn’t even mind when tears welled up in his eyes. After all, this was what he needed to teach him to be a good boy for his mummy Susan, and he knew that so long as he didn’t have to make any decisions, he would be good at following her instructions and obeying all her rules.

Once Susan was happy with the way that she had turned young Scott’s bottom to a rather lovely dark shade of red, she decided that she could use the paddles when he was naughty. Now, she gave the very firm instruction, “Okay, young Scott, get up from my lap and go and bend over my leather spanking horse.”

As Scott did as he was told, bending over the spanking horse, this took him back to such great memories for him, when he was sent to headmistress Willis to be punished. He knew it was going to hurt a lot. He didn’t resist as Mummy Susan secured both his wrists in the leather cuffs, followed by both his ankles, and then the leather straps around his upper thighs and his waist. He loved the fact that he could offer no resistance whatsoever to the pain that he was about to suffer.

Once Susan had secured young Scott to the spanking horse, she picked up one of the senior bamboo canes in his wardrobe and swished it so young Scott would hear that noise. She knew that he did, as he tensed his arms as he heard the swish, and gasped as he felt the tap of the senior cane on his bottom.

Happy that young Scott was ready, Mummy Susan positioned herself and tapped the end of the cane on Scott’s bare red bottom. She pulled her mature arm back, and brought the cane down, landing it with a loud thwack on young Scott’s defenseless bottom. Mrs. Willis loved how the cane bit into his bottom cheeks and just loving the gasp that he let out. She knew the strength of the stroke was rather more than she used when she was the headmistress at the college, but then, young Scott was now much older, even though he had to role-play being younger than his actual age.

Scott yelped as the senior cane bit into his bottom, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling at the wrist cuffs. However, he got no leeway from that, and he yelped as the second stroke bit into his bottom. Tears quickly welled up in his eyes, even more so after the third stroke. He didn’t remember the cane hurting so much when he was attending College but fully accepted that it was solely up to Mummy Susan to decide how painful the punishment had to be.

After the fourth stroke, he let out another yelp. Susan joyously heard young Scott beginning to sniffle and sob, and after the fifth stroke saw tears flowing down his face. Of course, she made certain that the last stroke was the hardest of them all, being the last one this time, and enjoyed young Scott’s even louder yelp.

Susan left young Scott in place for a while, this time to let him recover. Of course, she had already told him that there would be other times when he would be left secured in place for much longer, and she had little doubt that he would misbehave or break a rule soon and must suffer with a much more severe punishment with the cane.

Young Scott didn’t know whether the six strokes were the full punishment and dared not ask. He loved the fact that the decision wasn’t his, nor that he was told by Mummy Susan what punishment she had decided upon. That was true domination, and Scott already fully respected Mummy Susan. Her dominance over him, certainly now, sexually aroused him.

Mummy Susan decided it was time to release young Scott, and so she undid the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and then the leather straps around his thighs and waist. She ordered him to get up and did see he was already beginning to sport an erection. That was good, she told herself, because if he couldn’t stop himself showing that he was aroused by being thrashed, Susan knew that she would be able to increase the severity of the punishment as time went on. She would certainly enjoy that, as she had already enjoyed thrashing him today, judging from the way that her black Marks and Sparks black knickers were already so damp.

Mummy Susan put her naughty boy’s nose in the corner to let him finish sobbing and sniffling for a good 20 minutes. She went to her bedroom and removed her damp black knickers and applied her large vibrator inside her vagina. Mrs. Willis soon climaxed violently as she remembered the harsh caning she had just given to young Scott.  After her heartbeat had calmed down, she put her damp black knickers on and entered young Scott’s bedroom.

Susan sat back down on the desk chair and ordered young Scott to turn around and to immediately come to her side. He did her bidding immediately.  He was like a puppy dog, gawking at her mature body for the first time in her black bra and panties.  Mummy Susan drew him and his rigid erection across her bare lap and thighs.  Her firm hand and palm were slapping his arse cheeks firmly and harshly.  She was giving him a proper maternal scolding now.  “You naughty boys never learn, do you, young Scott? Mummy did not give you permission to have an erection. Mummy is going to spank all that shame out of your winky before she puts you to bed.

Mummy Susan grabbed the hair on the back of his head, to hold him in place for his continued spanking.  He was still squirming around on her lap, his winky massaging her bare thighs and damp knickers. He began sobbing again and at the same time he felt the shame in his winky violently erupting upon Mummy's lap and thighs and already black, damp knickers. He sobbed and growled all at the same time. The slaps to his naked cheeks continued for another five minutes. Soon he was on his knees, licking his shame from his chummy mummy’s naked lap and thighs.

Mummy soon put her son to bed with another bedtime scolding. She left him in the darkness of his bedroom, still sobbing and crying in his pillow. Susan crawled into her own bed, excited that young Scott could take a longer and harder caning over her spanking horse in the next few days. She drew her Rodger Dodger Vibrator to her vagina yet again.  She was so damp and wet from being young Scott’s chummy mummy.