The Epic of Gilgabutt (F/m)

[alexpo06]

Zed and Nour met on the internet, as a disturbing number of young people do in these new fangled times. From the outset, they discovered that they had a shared interest: seeing to it that Zed’s ass was beaten to a dusky shade of purple with some regularity. Unfortunately, Zed and Nour lived several hundred miles apart, so regular beatings were not practical.

Although Zed and Nour shared this interest, the reason each wanted Zed to get spanked differed. For Nour, spanking was part of a toolkit she liked to use to control and have power over Zed. Plus, watching his crimson bottom bounce on her legs was cute, perversely fulfilling, and deeply arousing. For Zed... well, the details are foggy, but he believes he learned how to make himself orgasm within a day or two of one of two spankings he received at four years old. He’d been fantasizing about getting spanked almost every time he masturbated for 26 years, so it was kind of conditioned in his brain that “spanking=good feelings,” even though every spanking he ever got gave him just about everything but good feelings.

And therein laid the rub. -*snickers*-. Nour would send Zed an email reminding him to behave, or he’d get a spanking the next time they saw each other. She reminded him that “behave” included no masturbating unless she gave him permission, because, of course, the most important screwdriver -*snickers more*- in her “control and power toolkit” was domination of when, whether, and how Zed experienced sexual pleasure. Zed, in turn, would read that email and get a raging hard-on as soon as he saw the word “spanking” (it would remind him of the last time Nour warmed up his behind), and find himself absentmindedly rubbing his inner thigh before he even got to the “remember not to masturbate unless I tell you to” nonsense at the end. Which, of course, only made him want to masturbate more. For him, it was like a game where the further he got from the prize he consciously wanted, the closer he got to winning the game. Subducting the conscious mind beneath the subconscious is a foolish enterprise, especially when boys and masturbation are involved.

So Zed and Nour were in a pickle. How could Nour make sure Zed was following the rules when his own body reacted with such overwhelming excitement to the fact that the rules and punishments existed that it was almost impossible for him to follow the most important rule? It was at just this impasse that Nour had herself a brilliant idea, as women are wont to believe they often do.

“Zed, my darling, my angel, my pet, my love!” she cooed to Zed. At the moment, Zed was snuggling his face into her lap, smelling her and relishing in the luxuriant feel of her soft skin and firm legs on his face. She had just arrived for a visit, and he was soaking her up. She pulled his hair playfully, “listen to me. I have just had myself a brilliant idea to help you follow the rules! Sit up.”

Zed groaned and let out a lengthy sigh that sounded an awful lot like a pouty complaint at the word “ruuuuuuuules?” and sat up and looked at his light, his Nour.

She patted his cheek, “no, no, none of this gripey attitude. We have enough misbehavior to deal with this long weekend without you adding to the list now. Would you like to hear my idea?” she batted her eyes at him playfully.

“No.” He said and her visage hardened against him. “Wait! I mean yes.” He glanced side to side then down longingly at her legs.

“My idea,” she said, reaching out and grabbing the front of his pants and pulling him across the couch toward her, “which, let’s be honest, is more a plan that we’re going to do than an ‘idea’ we’re going to discuss, is that you need something to remind you just how much my spankings hurt your naughty little bottom. Something that you can see and think ‘gee, I really need to behave myself when Ma’am isn’t here to make sure I do.’”

“You want to hang a paddle on the front door?” he asked, squirming toward Nour on the couch while she shifted her grip and got a hold of his annoyingly tumescent cock.

“No, silly, that only works if I’m around to use it. I want to give you a clear reminder of how much it hurts to break my rules. Something you can see and hear when I’m gone so you won’t forget how much you want to avoid discipline spankings. We,” she paused for emphasis, “are going to make videos of me blistering your bottom, so you can watch them when you start getting a little out of hand a in week or so when this weekend’s spankings’ soreness starts to wear off.”

“Boy,” Zed deadpanned, “you sure are brilliant.”

Nour beamed at her boy. “Thank you!”

Nour didn’t actually think up this scheme on the spot. She’d thought it up a month before and went out and purchased pretty much a whole professional videography kit, complete with DVDs so she could burn the videos onto discs that he could play on the surround sound system so watching one of his spankings would make him see and hear exactly what he would if he were over her knee again. What could she say? When she knew what to do, she knew what to do, and she was passionate about getting her boy to behave. She was so proud of herself for dreaming up this scheme, and just knew that it would let her have even more control over her boy’s behavior when she was, of necessity, far away.

So, anyway, they spent most of that long weekend making spanking videos. Between shoots, there was ice cream, trips to the movies, a stroll on a paved trail by the river, pizza, and a healthy dose of sex or a teasy approximation of sex. I won’t go into details. It would be rude to the reading public.

On Nour’s last day, she sat -- Zed stood for some reason -- and gave Zed a wrapped disc with 6 different videos of very different and very thorough spankings. For herself, she kept an index describing each video in detail so she could direct Zed to watch specific videos for different types of misbehavior. Then she drove off into the vast barren and very foreign land to the southwest that she called home. As she drove away from the river for the last time, she sighed, knowing she wouldn’t see as much water in the next month as she saw in one second here.

It was a month before they could arrange another visit. Usually Nour and Zed alternated who was doing the driving for their visits -- Nour felt it was useful for Zed to have to drive 8 hours on a well-spanked behind from time to time, because Nour was, at heart, a total jerkface -- but Nour wanted to see how her plan was working. She was certain that Zed would have kept his apartment clean, kept himself in shape, and cleaned up his attitude with a month of having to watch his own bottom turning crimson over his beloved’s knee to remind him what happens to naughty boys who don’t do these things. To test her hypothesis, she left two hours earlier than she told Zed so she could get there in time to let herself in with the key Zed had given her and inspect the apartment before Zed got home from his Friday night dinner with his friends. If the inspection went well, he’d find her in lingerie waiting for his tongue to get home. If not, he’d find her and her hairbrush waiting for his bottom to get home.

When she arrived at the apartment, she distinctly heard Zed getting spanked inside from the front door. The little brat was...was...SPANK CHEATING on her! She flew into a rage and unlocked the door and flung it open, walking briskly in to confront her boy and his replacement mistress. She was going to do some serious telling off, maybe kick a little bitch ass, and get out of here for good.

Instead, she confronted an altogether different scene. In front of her was Zed, with a shocked and terrified look on his face, pants around his ankles, and HER TOY in his hand sitting in an apartment with what looked like three week’s worth of trash piled up in two trashcans. To the right on the TV was Zed, with a pained look on his face, his ankles lifted up above his body, and her paddle blistering his furiously squirming butt in the ever wonderful diaper position.

Zed let out a rare profanity -- “holy shit” -- paused the video while getting up, tripped over his pants, tripped over his living room table, fell on his bottom, and gave up on his apparent effort to escape, looking up at Nour dazedly.

Barely controlling her amusement, rapidly subsiding jealous rage, rapidly rising disappointment in the failure of her plan, and burgeoning feelings of maternal anguish at her boy’s misbehavior, she glared at Zed, pointed at the wall on the far side of the room, and said in a quavering voice, “little boy, get your nose in that corner right now,” then turned on her heel and walked out the front door.

Outside, she started to close the door, but then left it open. She didn’t want to have to open it over and over again every time she brought one of her things down -- usually Zed helped with this chore, but he had more important things to do just now. If one of the neighbors saw her boy’s bare bottom on display in the corner with a video of him getting spanked paused on the TV, well, that would damn well teach him his lesson. That was unlikely because the room was dark, and the TV not easily visible from the front door, but at least he knows the door is open and will be agonizing over the possibility.

While she carted in her luggage and video equipment, she caught herself muttering under her breath about the apparently staggering failure of her plan. “How could he even dream of playing with my toy when he can see the consequences in life size with 13 decibels of sound?” “Why wouldn’t watching 10 minutes of straight paddling make that little brat think ‘hey, I should take out the trash?’” “Am I dating an idiot? Is that what’s going on? He seemed so smart.”

One of Zed’s smokey neighbors looked at her quizzically from her balcony through all this, so Nour shouted up “hey! You know that guy that lives down there,” pointing at Zed’s apartment. “Has he fallen down the stairs and hit his head in the last month?” The neighbor put out her cigarette and retreated inside, wanting no part of these proceedings.

Having moved all of her things inside, Nour closed the door, turned on all the lights, sat down on the sofa, glanced at Zed in the corner, picked up the remote, and pressed play. The spanking was only about a minute in, so it was still in the early phases when Zed squirmed and whined far more than any self-respecting good boy should. She watched as the squirms and squeals grew more frantic as her paddle hit home again and again and saw Zed’s face turn more and more desperate and closer and closer to tears. Then she heard herself -- knowing at the time that she was looking down sternly into her little boy’s eyes as he fought to keep his eyes closed and his hands away from his bottom (which would earn him a “tied down strapping”) -- firmly explaining the evils of unpermitted masturbation.

“Little boy, that cock belongs to me…”

“Amen, sister!”

“No one touches it without my permission.”

“Preach it!”

“I wish I could lock it up in a toybox so you could only play with it when I take it out for you.”

“Testify!”

Here the spanking stopped, and Nour watched herself set the paddle down and reach between Zed’s legs and grip his penis firmly, pumping it until it got hard in her hand. “This is my toy. I can play with it whenever I want. You don’t touch it unless I tell you to, and then only as much as I tell you to and how I tell you to.” Here, Zed opened his eyes and Nour saw tears there, and she felt her face flush with emotion, and her body tense as her stomach somehow dropped and flooded her lower torso with warmth. Other Nour then released her toy and cupped Zed’s bottom in her palm, pressing a finger inside his hole. “And this ass is mine. I can spank it whenever, and however I want, and your job is to lie how I tell you to and accept your punishment, no matter how much it hurts. You need to stop this trying to squirm and whine your way out of your punishment.”

“Because,” grabbing the paddle and raising her arm back, “I don’t,” SPANK, “stop un” SPANK “til you ac” SPANK “cept your” SPANK “pun” SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK “ishment.” Here the spanking resumed at full force and speed, while video Nour ruminated on the meaning of the word “accept” at what was, Nour was sure, excessive length to poor Zed. The explanation was straightforward enough, and Nour didn’t understand why Zed had so much trouble understanding it. A boy who accepts his punishment lies still and doesn’t ask for the punishment to stop. Maybe he cries, but otherwise, no part of a little boy except his bottom has any business making noise during a spanking until Nour is ready to hear his apology.

Thinking over what she had just watched, Nour suddenly had another brilliant idea.

“Love! Pull your pants up. I have a brilliant idea!”

Zed turned and looked at her quizzically while he crouched and pulled up his pants.

“Out to the car! We’re going shopping,” Nour chirped happily.

“Uhhh,” Zed said, dazed, “do you want to drive or…”

“Love, I just drove 8 hours. You’re driving.”

Zed tiptoed around Nour, and she stopped him and tapped her cheek once. He leaned down and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek, and she reached down with one hand and grabbed her toy, then wrapped her other hand around Zed’s neck and pulled him in to speak sharply into his ear. “Do not think for one second that I’m not going to blister your little bottom for playing with my,” she squeezed, making Zed drop a few inches to her eye level, “toy without permission. You won’t be sitting comfortably for the rest of the week when I’m through with you. But, first, we need to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“I’ll quit watching the vide…”

Nour let him go, and planted a firm slap on his bottom, pushing him toward his room so he could get his keys. “No, you won’t. We’ll be making more videos, and you’ll be watching them.”

“But that makes me wanna pl…”

“Don’t argue with me,” Nour glared. “In fact, here’s a new rule. When you’re in trouble, I don’t want to hear a word out of you, unless it’s to answer a question from me, or to make your apology when I tell you I’m ready to hear it.”

“I’m sor…”

Nour walked up to Zed, yanked his pants down, grabbed his ear, and gave him ten ringing smacks on the very tops of his thighs, saying “When. I’m. Ready. To. Hear. It!” She let him go and watched him shuffle, with a renewed erection and his pants around his ankles to his room to get his keys. “Not another word, little boy.”

When Zed came back with his keys, Nour pulled his pants up and looked into his eyes intensely while she buttoned them up, moved her toy out of the way, and zippered them. “Go to the car and get it started. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Zed sat in the car with the engine and heat on and listened to music. He watched with lust and trepidation as Nour came out of the apartment with her big purse loaded up with stuff, and walked to the car. She got in, leaned the seat back and said, languidly, “take me to a sex toy store.”

“But…”

Nour sat up and swatted Zed’s hand sharply. “What did I tell you?” Pause. “You may answer.”

“Not another word.”

“Except…?”

“Except to answer your questions and to say I’m sorry when you’re ready to hear it.”

“That’s right,” she said, lying back down in her reclined seat. “Now drive.”

Zed drove with a sort of nervous air, glancing toward his dozing Miss Nour out of the corner of his eye. They arrived at a store called Cupid’s Lingerie, and Nour yawned and went inside. When she came back out and got in the car, she was not happy. She gripped Zed’s chin in her hand and looked into his eyes fiercely. “Did you know sex toys are illegal in Arkansas?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“And they’re only allowed to sell lingerie and so-called novelties?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“And you didn’t think to share this?”

“I started to, but you said no talking!”

Nour raised her seat, rested her chin on the heel of her hand, and tapped her lips with a finger in contemplation.

“Ma’a…”

“The no talking rule is still in effect.” She pondered further. “Where can we get sex toys?”

“Memphis, Mississippi, Texas...I’m not sure about Oklahoma.”

“How far?”

“Memphis and parts of Mississippi are two hours awa…”

“Drive us to Memphis.”

Nour turned on the radio, reclined her seat, ran some searches on her cell phone, and went to sleep. Zed drove.

When they arrived in Memphis two hours later, Nour gave Zed directions to a dark little store with no sign and a mannequin dressed in a rather unstylish leather outfit in the window out front. Nour got out of the car, walked around to Zed’s side, opened the door, and took his hand. She led him, by the hand, into the store and walked him up to the front counter, where a woman in black with oddly allocated makeup and half her head shaved sat and looked at them blankly while she filed her nails.

“Good evening,” Nour began. “I need a chastity device for this young man right here.”

Zed felt like he was about to faint, and his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide, and he shook his head absurdly for half a second before looking at Nour.

“Aisle 12,” the woman behind the counter muttered, examining her middle finger’s nail.

“Thank you so much,” Nour said. “Zed, be a good boy and tell the nice lady thank you.”

“Uuuuuuh.”

“Use your words, sweetheart,” she said, shifting her hand to his bottom and giving him a series of light pats.”

“Th...Thank you.”

Nour took Zed by the hand again and led him to aisle twelve, where they found several different types and styles of metal and plastic cock cages. These were composed of two parts. A stiff cage structure that goes around the penis to prevent erection, and a stiff loop that wraps around the testicles to hold it in place. Each came with a small padlock and two keys. After inspecting each device for 20 minutes, she finally found one that was “just perfect.”

“Look Zed, this one is just perfect! See? It comes with a lockbox for the key that connects to the internet so it can only be locked and unlocked when I want it to be. We can lock up my toy, and put one of the keys in here. You’ll never have to worry about asking permission to play with my toy again!”

Zed, in shock and rather dazed, looked down at Nour then up at the clerk to make sure she didn’t hear.

“Baby, darling, sweetheart, love, don’t worry about her hearing. She’s heard weirder than a woman wanting to make sure her toy stays out of a naughty boy’s hands.”

“It’s true. I have.”

“There! See? It’s settled.” And she marched him straight up to the counter and put the box on the counter. “We’ll take this one.”

Punkrock clerk scanned the item, and Nour looked at Zed. “Pay the lady.” Zed whimpered slightly and gave the clerk his debit card and watched in dazed despair as the ramifications of the last 30 minutes finally started to work their way through his embarrassment-fogged brain to his conscious mind. But then the chastity cage was in a brown paper bag and Nour was leading him by the hand back to the car.

In the car, Nour studied the packaging of her new toy for her toy happily, and told Zed to drive out of town and find a motel, because it was too late to drive all the way back home. “And when we get there, I’m going to paddle your little behind until you are one very sorry, sobbing, sore-bottomed little boy.”

On the outskirts of West Memphis, Arkansas, Zed found a motel. Nour muttered something about paying for the room, because Zed paid for the chastity cage, and went in and acquired accommodations for the evening. She came back to the car, and they drove to room 301, which was in a separate building 3, with only one other room in the building, which was not occupied.

“I told the clerk that we’d be rather loud, and she gave us the most isolated room in the place,” Nour smiled sweetly at Zed, who gulped in response. She handed him the key, and leaned in and whispered in his ear, “go in, leave the lights off, strip naked, and stand in the corner. I’ll bring our stuff in. When I turn the lights on, I want to see a naked little boy in the corner ready for a spanking he’ll never forget.” Nour reached between her boy’s legs and gently massaged her toy through his pants until it was hard.

Zed breathed in a loud whispery gasp, and breathlessly stated “yes Ma’am.”

“Go now.”

Zed unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked, hunched, to room 301 and went in. Nour sat in the car for about ten minutes gathering her thoughts and wits, gently rubbing her inner upper thigh and fantasizing about what was to come. Zed did not take a spanking well, and all of his squirming and begging like a 10 year old was maddeningly arousing. Just thinking about it got her so…”no, focus,” she told the windshield, pushing her hand down her leg and away from her girly parts. “There will be plenty of time for pleasure after he’s done sobbing in the corner.” She gathered her purse and new chastity cage, and walked into the motel room, using the second key to unlock the door.

Inside, she banged her shin on the bed, and set her things down. She groped in the darkness for a light switch, before getting another brilliant idea. Instead of turning on the lights, she made her way to the far corner, banging into a chair, then a rickety desk that apparently contained a lamp, then a second bed on her way. Finally, she bumped into a naked bottom and traced her hands up her lover’s cold back to his hair, into which she insinuated her fingers, pulling his head back and resting her free hand on the front of Zed’s left hip.

“You have been a very naughty boy, and I am going to give you the spanking of your life tonight,” she breathed huskily into his ear. She reached her hand down his bald pubic area and grabbed his cock firmly, smiling to herself when she felt it hard in her hand, “this is my toy, and you are never going to play with it without permission again.” She gave it a few firm pumps, pulling his foreskin back over the head of her toy, imagining how deep red or even purple the head was by now, eliciting a loud moan from Zed. “Hush little boy.” She stepped back, holding her toy firmly and patting each of Zed’s round cheeks to find them in the dark, then landed 10 very hard hand spanks on each cheek, making Zed whimper and squirm (as much as he could with his cock in her hand).

Nour released her toy and stumbled back to the desk with the lamp on it, and turned on the lamp. She appraised her boy’s backside and smiled that, even in the dim lamp-light, his cheeks were taking on a nice pink hue from her hand spanks. She loved that he colored so easily, but it was deceptive. It took a lot to make that color stay for more than half an hour.

Nour went to her purse and began unloading various spanking implements and toys. She had brought her hairbrush, a paddle shaped like a large hairbrush, a bath brush, a strap to spank her boy, and Zed’s homemade bondage cuffs that could be used on any bed with either legs or posts. She had also brought an anal vibrator, and a strap-on to fuck her man after his spanking. Finally, she pulled out a new toy she’d recently bought just for herself, a set of ben wa balls. These were two hollow balls on a thick string, each containing a small weight. Inserted in the vagina, the weight in each ball causes a small vibration each time the wearer moves. She thought that, with Zed’s tendency to squirm during a spanking and the movements she would make spanking Zed while standing up, these would perfect her enjoyment of Zed’s discipline. Reaching her hand under her dress and slipping her panties out of the way, Nour inserted first one, and then the second inside her, stifling a small happy breath of pleasure. She gave the balls a squeeze with her kegel muscles to hold them in place, and walked around the room momentarily, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“Ok,” she thought. “Down to business.” She surveyed the room, working out the logistics of the upcoming spanking. There was a cheap armless chair next to the desk, and two full-sized beds on wheels. Otherwise, the room was devoid of useful furniture. She pulled the chair out and turned it facing the bed, then tied the bondage cuffs to each of the four legs of one of the beds. She put the hairbrush, paddle, and bath brush on the desk next to the chair, and the strap on the bed. She piled all of the pillows from the bed on the center of the bed.

Finally, she sat down on the chair, pushed her dress up to bare her legs, and spent a final few minutes gently rubbing her smooth thighs while she looked at her pink-bottomed boy in the corner.

“Young man,” she said in a serene commanding voice, “come here.”

Zed stepped away from the corner and turned to face Nour, with his hands instinctively covering her toy as he walked to her on shaking legs.

“Stop.” Zed stopped. “Put your hands on your head, and don’t move them until you go over my knee.”

“Ma’am, I’m,” Zed began to plead.

“This is the last time I’m going to tell you, little boy,” Nour snapped firmly, “not. One. Word. Not one word from you until your punishment is over and I’m ready to hear your apology. Hands on your head and get that little bottom over here.” She snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground directly in front of her.

Zed lifted his hands to his head, revealing Nour’s toy, which, though not hard any more, certainly looked like it want to be. Zed slowly stepped forward until he was in front and to the right of Nour’s knees, stiffening with each step.

“Front and center, young man,” she commanded and bemusedly approved when her toy gave a little “nod of acknowledgement.” Zed stood directly in front of her and fixed his eyes on a spot of floor in front of her toes.

“Look me in the eyes, baby.” Zed peeled his eyes away from the floor up Nour’s legs, to her breasts, her neck, her chin, her nose, and, finally, her eyes. “Little man, what is the first rule I gave you?” Zed’s mouth opened in exasperation and his eyes strayed back to the floor. “Look at me when I talk to you, and don’t answer. We’re going to have a little talk, but it isn’t the sort of talk where you get any say, so shut that little mouth of yours and listen to me.” Nour’s toy stiffened away from Zed’s body slightly.

“We both know that your very first rule, and the most important rule in this relationship, is that this cock,” she intoned, pointing at that self-same cock, “belongs to me. It is my toy.” It stiffened further, parallel to the ground. “You do not touch it unless I say so. You do not rub it against anything unless I say so. It belongs. To. Me.”

Nour’s toy was now fully erect and pointing upward, with a gleam of fluid balanced on its tip. “What I don’t understand,” Nour struggled a moment for words. “My toy obviously knows what’s good for it. Look how hard it is right now just from me explaining that it belongs to me. Why does my boy have so much trouble understanding that? How many times have have you played? Five times? Ten times?” Zed opened his mouth to answer, but Nour silenced him with a sharp glare. “How many times did you cum? All ten times?” Zed looked like he was about to protest again, so Nour continued briskly, “Zip it, you naughty little disobedient brat or I’ll paddle you to tears right now where you stand for disobeying me then get on with the punishment at hand.” Zed shut his mouth tight. “I know you want to tell me it wasn’t that many times. The truth is, that doesn’t matter. I am going to spank your little bottom until you’re sobbing your eyes out, then keep right on spanking you until you you don’t even have the energy to squirm or wish I would stop spanking you. When I’m done with you, you won’t want to sit for a week. I’d do that if it was once, five times, or a hundred times.”

“Because you playing with my toy without my permission hurts me. Your pleasure is supposed to be our pleasure. You should save it for me. This is over, done, finished.” At this, Zed looked like he was about to burst into tears. “Not us, your misbehavior. You will never play with my toy without my permission ever again.”

Zed’s lower lip and knees were trembling, and Nour’s toy was throbbing in front of his stomach. “You look like you’re having trouble standing up, baby boy.” She waited a moment, watching her cutely terrified little boy trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was about to get the spanking of his life. “It’s time for your spanking. Get over my knee.”

Zed, quivering, leaned down, placing his tummy on Nour’s lap and pushing himself forward slightly with his feet, placing his hands on the ground in front of him. Nour reached sideways and patted his bottom. “Move forward. I want your bottom looking straight up at me so I can spank you hard. Put my toy between my thighs.” With a moan that earned him two hard spanks from Nour’s giant paws, Zed got up and let himself fall over Nour’s lap with his cock between her thighs. He hated this position because the tops of his legs were braced by Nour’s right thigh, so he couldn’t put his feet down and had to support his weight with his arms. Plus, having no solid surface to dig his toes into meant he would kick his feet, which always made his spankings last longer.

Nour picked up her hairbrush and rested it on her little boy’s bottom, tapping idly while she spoke, making Zed clench his cheeks and eyes. “You have been a very naughty little boy. I know it, my toy knows it, and, deep down, you know it. So, I want you to accept your punishment,” she wrapped her left arm over Zed’s back and pulled him tightly into her body, holding him firmly. “Accepting your punishment means you will stay still, you will not ask me to stop, you will not say it is too hard or too fast. I never spank you too hard or too fast. I spank you exactly how you need to be spanked, and you need to accept that absolutely. Do you know what a little boy who accepts his punishment looks like?” Nour waited for Zed to finish making a little crocodile tears sobbing noise, giving Zed’s bottom a few final light taps. “I didn’t think so. You’ll know by the time we’re done tonight.”

Nour raised the brush over her head and brought it down on Zed’s left cheek with a resounding smack. Zed clenched his cheeks, curled his toes, and grasped at the carpet with his fists, then the second smack landed half an inch lower. Then the third. And fourth. And fifth. Nour was spanking at a moderate speed and methodically. She knew she was spoiling her boy by giving him any sort of warm-up, but she didn’t want him to get bruises halfway through his spanking. She spanked from the middle of his left cheek to the top of his left thigh, leaving a trail of little red circles on his pale flesh before starting up the from the top of his right thigh.

When the first spank on his right thigh landed, Zed bucked and twisted his bottom away from Nour. She grasped his torso tightly and, instead of spanking up the length of his bottom, spanked down the length of his thigh. “GET *SMACK* YOUR *SMACK* BOTTOM *SMACK SMACK SMACK* BACK IN *SMACK* POS *SMACK* I *SMACK* TION *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* OR I WILL PAD *SMACK SMACK on the left thigh* DLE YOUR THIGHS RAW *alternating thighs SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*” The effort at suppressing Zed’s squirming made Nour’s body rock back and forth on the chair, causing the hollow balls inside her to move, and making her bite her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure.

Moaning through clenched teeth while the thigh spanking didn’t let up, Zed lowered his bottom back flat over Nour’s lap. “Mommy, please...”

“Don’t you ‘mommy’ me,” Nour resumed spanking Zed’s bottom, working her way up his right cheek, and increasing her speed to one spank per second. “Tonight, I am Ms. Nour, come to claim my cock from you. Don’t go trying to get sympathy calling me mommy.” Once she had finished spanking to the very top of Zed’s right cheek, she worked her way down from the top of the left cheek to where she had started. Then she paused.

Zed was breathing hard, but trying to keep his resolve. He’d squirmed slightly throughout his spanking, but so far had only had one outburst of trying to squirm his way out of this spanking. Good, Nour thought, he’s learning. Now it was time to turn it up a notch. Nour raised the brush and brought it down on Zed’s left “sit spot” (the spot at the top of the thigh and bottom of the bottom) and brought down 20 more spanks to the exact same spot, two spanks per second. Zed bucked, pitching his bottom in toward Nour’s tummy. She pushed it right back down with her left hand and gave Zed 21 spanks on his right sit spot. Keeping up the pace, she spanked, alternating three or four spanks to one spot on one cheek before switching to a different spot on the other cheek. Zed started making his little sobbing noises, which escalated into urgent whimpers, and made little bicycle motions with his feet, alternating with wrapping his toes around one another. Nour tolerated this for now, but she wasn’t going to stop until that stopped.

After about a minute and a half of unrelenting hairbrush spanks, Nour set the hairbrush down and picked up the paddle. Zed immediately flipped out, kicking his legs dramatically and trying to push himself up, “NOOOOOOOO! Please no more Ma’am! I promise I’ll never play without permission again.”

Nour grabbed his ear and pushed him back down. “Hold your legs perfectly straight. You just earned yourself a thigh paddling. What did I tell you about trying to squirm your way out of this spanking?” Nour brought the paddle down on Zed’s thigh with all her might, and Zed very nearly shrieked. “I told you SMACK that you would SMACK accept this punishment SMACK SMACK SMACK and you will. Stop SMACK squirming. Stop SMACK begging. Stop SMACK resisting. Accept SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.”

Zed cried out loudly and clutched Nour’s ankle with his right hand. It was a ploy for sympathy, she knew, but he had kept his legs still for his leg paddling, so she wouldn’t fault him for that. “Now, I am going to give you a very long and hard paddling, and you will cry before it’s over.” Without further adieu, she raised the paddle, watched Zed’s red cheeks clench, and brought it down ten times hard along the length of his crack, which so far had remained unscathed. Zed bucked and his hand flew from her ankle to his bottom. She immediately caught that hand and pinned it into the small of his back, delivering a volley of ten spanks to each of his thighs. Zed whimpered urgently and pushed his arm against her hand, but he was pinned. She began methodically blistering Zed’s bottom with the paddle, spanking from the top of one cheek to the bottom, then working her way back up the other cheek, then giving ten across the crack. By the end of the second circuit, Zed’s ass was a an angry fire-engine red color, and he was flailing his legs wildly behind him. His voice had turned high pitch, and his breath came tremulously. By the fourth circuit, his feet were clenched together and his left hand had come off the floor to press into Nour’s thigh, so his entire weight was supported by Nour’s lap, and he was making incomprehensible noises. By the end of the fifth circuit, his noises had changed to one long moan, punctuated by ragged heaving breaths.

Nour paused for just a moment. “You deserve this baby. Admit it, and let go.” With this, she released his right hand, which fell to the floor and began bringing the paddle down on her little boy’s backside as hard as she could. Zed squirmed side to side slightly, wailed and, finally, began sobbing openly, letting out tearful “I’m sorries” for the next minute of non-stop paddling.

Nour set the paddle down and picked up the bath brush, noting with approval that Zed did not voice any objections he might have had to this action. “It’s not sorry time yet, little boy.” She gripped Zed tightly around the waist with her left hand and immediately raised the long-handled brush above her head and brought it down with a SMACK that filled the room. She spanked more slowly with the brush, letting each smack sink in and listening to Zed’s sobs getting louder and louder. Slowly, he relaxed into the punishment, and stayed still, crying pitifully over Ms. Nour’s knee while she had her way with his backside. After 100 spanks with the brush Nour stopped and listen to her boy cry.

“You have 20 more spanks coming, mister. Get up and lie over the pillows on the bed.” Zed didn’t move, but lay in her lap, crying. She gave him 10 more whacks with the brush, “do we need to have a lesson in obedience? Get. Up.” Zed stood up on shaking legs, and pressed his hands to his face to wipe away various fluids that were leaking from it, and slowly walked to the bed, lying over the pillows.

“I want you to count these,” Nour said, picking up the strap and letting it flop onto Zed’s crimson ass. “One, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

She raised the strap behind her and let it whip through the air, striking through Zed’s quivering flesh. As she twisted into the spank, she felt the ben wa balls move inside her, sending a thrill of pleasure up her body, no matter how sorry she felt for her poor little boy’s bottom. He shrieked and sobbed, but didn’t count.

“Start back at one,” she ordered breathlessly, bringing the strap back and landing another blow. Zed howled again, and managed to get out a “One, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again,” between his sobs.

SMACK

“Two, Ma’am, I will never play with your *sob* toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“*shriek* Three, Ma’am, I will never play *inhale* with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Four, Ma’am, *cries* I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Five, Ma’am, I’m so so sorry, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Six, Ma’am, I *sniff* will never play with your *clutching blanket* toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Seven, Ma’am, I will never *sob* play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Eight, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Nine, Ma’am, I will never play with your *sob* toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“*cries loudly* Ten, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Eleven, rrrrrrrmmm Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Twelve, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again *crying helplessly*.”

SMACK

“*more whimper than declarative statement* Thirteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Fourteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your *sob* toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“*burying face in pillow* Fifteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“AH-HA-HA Sixteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“*digging toes into bed frantically* Seventeen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Eighteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“*crying* Nineteen, Ma’am, I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

SMACK

“Twenty, Ma’am! I will never play with your toy without permission again.”

Nour stopped, trembling herself from the longing (1) to comfort her boy, and (2) to fuck her boy, the ben wa balls and sexiness of seeing her boy finally give in and accept his punishment just like a good little boy should more than slightly moderating her innate empathy. She sat and breathed heavily for a few minutes while Zed cried into the pillow, then swung her legs up on the bed.

“Okay, baby, come lay your head on my lap.” Zed obliged and put his damp cheek on her bare thigh. Nour petted his hair and gently stroked his back from his neck to just above his angry red, almost purple, bottom, then back up. She held him, petting him for five minutes or longer until he stopped crying, taking care not to rub any of the sting out of his spanked behind.

“Now, love, I want you to march your little bottom into the corner. Then we’ll talk about what we learned today.”

Zed sniffled his way to the corner and Nour admired his crimson ass while he stood still until he stopped sniffling. She slipped a hand between her thighs and was surprised to find a slick patch about midway down. She checked hire up her thighs and discovered they were dry. Then it dawned on her. “That little brat,” she thought, “pre-cummed in my legs.” She sighed, “oh, well. I guess my toy knows what’s good for him again.” Looking up at her little boy’s exposed and throbbing bottom, she began getting quite aroused, thinking about bending his red bottom over the bed and fucking him with her strapon. But first, there was the little matter of reigning in his libido.

She picked up the chastity device box and flipped it over to read the instructions. It was a simple enough device: it had a small-ish phallic cage to hold her toy when limp, a ring on the back to wrap around the testicles that attached to the cage to hold it in place, and a latch that could be locked with a small plastic (for metal dectors) or metal lock. The entire device was smooth clear plastic, so she would be able to see her toy when her boy wore it. She opened the box and arranged the parts neatly on the bed, and experimented with putting it all together and locking and unlocking the device. Next, she carefully placed the packaging in the trash, making sure to keep all of the pieces and owner’s manual.

Nour stood, and swept her long black hair back over her body and slowly undressed to her underwear, folding her clothes neatly on the chair where she’d just blistered her boy’s bottom. She sat on the bed and called Zed out of the corner, “come here, baby.”

The rest of the story -- written for a particular lady friend of mine to titillate her particular fantasies -- degenerates into sexual butt stuff, so I left it off because some people dislike that.