My Dungeon

Pamela and Jan were lounging by her pool in their bikinis three months 
later as she explained her theory of milkings!  The two luscious pampered
divorcees with teenage children had gotten together regularly after 
their first meeting at the school PTA.  Pamela was still the mentor of
the two, the more experienced domme and semiprofessional, and Jan was 
fascinated by her handling of her son Timmy! 

  
    "Oh, how lovely," Jan chuckled.  "And it's so integrated with what
we want for their future lives, training him like that!"

    "Yes, but there will be backsliding, you can expect that with 
teenaged boys." She chuckled, "so you must be on hand to correct it at 
a moment's notice!"

    "I know, but sometimes, with work and his school and sports, it's 
so inconvenient to bring him to the basement!"

    Pamela sipped her drink, and smiled, nodding.  "You know, I had
that problem too last year when he changed schools.  My job and
his location and schedule made impromptu correction almost impossible
in my home dungeon.   And when he came home for weekends or holiday
naturally he was usually on his best behavior," she laughed, "I mean no 
matter how much we enjoy doing a nice session with them, we can't just make
up a reason!"

    Jan smiled, nodding,  "Unfortunately I must agree!"

    "But once, I got word that Timmy had cut some classes, so I drove
right over to the boarding school, waited for classes to get out,
and had him come down to the visitors parking and get into my car.
And then I told him he was going to be punished and drove to a 
secluded parking lot, and then I did him in the car!"

    "Wow," Jan smiled, admiring, "but,how, wasn't it confining?"

    "Yes, but we made it work.  For one thing I drove the caddy, its nice and
roomy and tinted windows.  And no you can't use a cane or strap
but I brought all the toys I could use up close with him.  Believe me," 
she laughed, "he was very sorry!"

    Jan was very interested, "but, I like to, well, tie him up good!"

    "You have to adjust.  Iv'e done Timmy in my car numerous times
now.  If someone looked inside the seats they'd see leather
manacles for feet and wrists.  I have three basic positions I can
fasten him into.  By taking the neck rest off I can have him lean 
over the seat, so I can do a nice job on his butt.  I can lay
him across the seat, sometimes over my lap.  But my favorite is
tied naked in the passenger seat, his arms over the back and manacled
and his ankles manacled and legs spread.  He is totally helpless!
But of course I do admit, in this position I do most of my work on his
front!"

*********

    Timmy was running across the quadrangle with a hundred other
teenaged boys in their gray school uniforms as he made himself 
check his mailbox in the entranceway.  Two notes!  Sheesh, he told
himself, undoing the combination.  His friend Bud smiled as he also
checked his mail. 

    "Going to hit the mall after school today, Tim?"

    Nervous about opening the envelopes, he shrugged, "I-I don't know
yet!"

    "why not?"

    "Wait a sec, willya?"  He tore open the first, and sighed with
relief.  Just a note that his application to the Glee Club was approved.
But the second, coming from back home.  His mother!  

    He groaned, it was a printed copy of his report card sent home
to his mother, and he winced, seeing he had dropped off the Honour
Roll again.  He partied too hard to be ready for Mid Term.  And,
attached to the note was another little scrap of paper.

    "Dear Timmy, Tsk Tsk.  I have a real estate showing in the
morning, but I should be free to visit you by Wednesday afternoon.
Looking forward to seeing you before 6.  Pick you up at the dorm!
See you then! Looking forward to straightening this, (and you)
out! Love, Pam!"

   Groaning, he looked at the clock.  He had less than an hour!

   "Sorry, Bud, my mom's visiting today!"

   "Really, can I be there? your mom is so super megababe!"

    Rolling his eyes, Timmy smiled, "I don't think so, this time! She's
pissed at me again!"  He understood why he thought so, he thought his
mom was mega himself.

    Bud took the note, and shrugged, "doesn't sound too bad.  So you
slipped off the honour roll with one set of exams.  You always make it
back!"

   "I shouldn't have partied before physics!"

   "Hey, it's cool, I'll talk to her!"

    "No, absolutely not!  um, say, I have to go to my room, ceeya,
tomorrow okay?"

    "Sure," Bud said, a little confused by the attitude of his friend.

    Back up in his single room, Timmy slipped off the school uniform of
jacket and tie, and stood in his underwear looking at himself in the
mirror.  Cupping his heavy ball sac, his penis half inflated at the coming
prospect mixed with dread, he looked at his groin critically.  Could she
tell he had jacked off recently?  How could she? The balls were just as
swollen as they had been just before he creamed off!

    It wasn't till around 6:30 that he heard the car beep, and looked
out.  A car alarm, but that did look like a black caddy in the corner.
Then he got a buzzer from the front desk.  The receptionist at the dorm said,

   "Timmy Wilson, your mother is in the lobby!"

    "Thank you, I'll be right down!"
Groaning, he slipped on his loosest clothing and sandals and went to
the stairwell.  

    He could tell by the staring giggling boys in the lobby that his mom
was sitting in a chair in the visitors area.  She had her ripe thighs 
crossed, and the cleavage of her big breasts displayed as she read a 
magazine, was making boys absolutely dizzy.  Her lush body was a legend on
the campus by now, was making teen boners all over the first floor, even
though most had no idea she was Timmy's mother.  She looked young enough
to be a date!

   He walked over a little sheepish, but already the cock in his sheer
sweatpants was stirring at her luscious body.  She smiled and stood up
and surprised him by her warm smile.  As he tentatively approached her,
he was again struck by the difference in attitude helped by her wearing
6 inch pumps.  She was a couple inches taller than his 5'6" the exact 
height of his twin sister, but she always insisted he wore low sole
shoes to her pumps, so her chin was at his forehead as she came to him.


   "Hello, darling," she smiled, "my appointments ran a little late."  She 
embraced and kissed him, and he sighed, feeling her big breasts against 
his sheer top, and her soft lips on his.  It was a brief kiss, but he wanted 
to slip his tongue in, which would only prompt a rebuke, as if he needed 
that now!

    When she finally broke the kiss, he was panting, flushed, and hard
and she smiled as she noticed!

    "I see your'e dressed for the occasion!"

    He swallowed, "well, um, last time you said to only wear a few pieces
of clothing.  Unless," he paused, "your'e not going to, well, you know!"

   She smiled, "dropping off the honour roll, when after last time you
promised me that wouldn't happen again?  And you don't think you need a 
good lesson, young man?"

    He swallowed nervously, "n-no, of course not, b-but...!"

    "Then it's settled.  Come now," she said, taking his wrist firmly, 
and pursing her lips critically at him, "are you crying?"

   A few tears had started, and he nodded.  She smiled, leading him
out the door, as he put a hand over his eyes to shield his tears from
curious students, as if any of the boys were looking anywhere else but
his incredibly built mother.  As he went off, his friends were so 
envious of Timmy for having a mom like that, and Timmy even smiled
through his tears, wondering if they would be still be envious if they knew
what was going to happen.  And the thought was, maybe some would. Would he?

    In the car, Timmy sitting in the passenger seat.  Pamela sat besides him
in the drivers seat as she turned on the powerful engine, the outside world
tinted now, the view from outside the car concealed now.  Timmy knew they
had total privacy when she locked the doors.  CLICK!

    "I was thinking of a different place this time, honey.  Last time in
the parking lot of the Ramada I was distracted by delivery vehicles."

    Timmy sighed, ""I was thinking Lookout Point, mom.  People
don't go up there, normally, and cars aren't parked close!"

    She smiled, "the police don't knock on the doors if theyr'e parked too
long?"

    "No, you can park there for hours!"

    "Oh," she said breezily, following his directions, "I don't think it 
will take that long, but we'll see, won't we?"

    She smiled, and patted his thigh, "I said won't we!"

    He swallowed, nodding, "yes mother!"

    "Is it far?"

    "No, turn left here.  Less than fifteen minutes!"

    "Lovely," she turned to him, and smiled.  "Why don't you get ready
then!  Position One.  You do your ankles, but I'll check.  I'll do your
wrists at the next stop!"

    Timmy shivered, "yes mother!"  Soon he was naked, cursing his
still hard cock, on the leather seats, as he reached down and secured
each ankle, spreading his legs, and then, remembering the last time
put each arm over the seat.  During that time Pamela at the last 
two red lights, similarly prepared.  She slipped off her nylons 
and her dress, and now was only in bikini panties and heels.
She didn't like restrictive outfits when she disciplined, and she loved
to tease all males, especially Timmy.  At the third light, she leaned
over the back and firmly secured his wrists, leaving him totally
helpless and vulnerable, just how she liked it!

    "How far is it now, Timmy?"

    (sob) "A-about five miles!"

    She smiled, at him, patting his bare thigh, looking at his organ
standing up, in contradiction to his fearful manner.  "I can't wait to
get started today.  Iv'e been looking forward to it since I got the
the grades!"

    "Y-yes, (sob) I-I'm (sob) sorry, mom!"

    "Of course you are, honey, but not as sorry as you will be" (chuckle)

    When they got to Lookout Point, she parked about fifty yards from other
parked cars, and turned off the engine, sighing now as she turned to her
son.

    "How did you find this place?"

    "Um, ah, the guys at the dorm knew these girls, a-and...!" he knew that
was a mistake, but he just couldn't lie to her when he was in this position.

   She pursed her lips, "I'm afraid that's going to be extra punishment!
Now tell me," she said, moving her long sharp fingernails to each nipple, 
squeezing them enough to just make him wince a little, her big breasts 
close to his chest.  He could feel the warmth of her lush body, her sweet
fragrance.  "Tell me why you screwed up the midterms!"

    "IT was only, (Gasp)" she twisted his nips cruelly (Aahhhhh!)

    "Now, tell me again!"

    "But I only d...!"    She twisted his nips again, watching his face
closely as he writhed, "(gasp) I partied the night before at Omega!"

    She bit her lip, looking at him, and she moved her hand down 
to his lap, cupping his heavy testicles, and then stroking his
cock hard, thick and hard and long, as he reacted.  Running her
strong fingers with sharp fingernails over his genitals, he shivered
and moaned with desire.

    "Now, tell me the truth.  You have masturbated, haven't you?"
With her fingernails brushing his genitals, he nodded, panting.

    "Y-yes,  two days ago. I-I couldn't help it, really.  I'm
s-sorry!"  She smiled and squeezed his hardon.

    "There now, that's better, isn't it, if you tell the truth?"

   He nodded in agreement, afraid to say anything.

    "Now that wev'e gotten that out of the way, honey, I want to show
you what I brought for tonight's correction!"  She reached in the
back seat for a leather case, and he shivered, because as she opened it
he saw the dreaded cane, straps, pincher clothespins, and worst of
all, the plastic box with the needles in it! She was amused by his look.

   "Ooh, it's not in here, wait a second..." as she reached back, her
big breasts brushing his bare arms as she leaned down, and retrieved
an 18 inch flexible plastic ruler and a plastic fly swatter.

    "See, Iv'e been trying out new things, talking to other dommes,
and for short close work for some people, these rulers work very well.
I didn't know what I was going to do with Tommy Jones, you know his
mother was so insistent he be firmly corrected.  He's a redhead with
very fair skin that just shows every mark for weeks, and he was on the
swim team so he couldn't show it.  A lady on the internet suggested this
and when I first just experimented with him, it left a bright red mark
so I stopped, and it was a shame because he was reacting very nicely to it!"

    She whished it back and forth in front of his frightened eyes, "see,
how you can use it any distance!  Anyway," she continued, amused by his
fearful attitude, "I had him come over the next morning and that ruler
mark was almost gone, something to do with the lightness of the
plastic, it doesn't penetrate deep and bruise like the strap or paddle does,
but it does burn like heck when it lands(chuckle), so I finally had a nice 
long session with Tommy, ooh, and he learned so much too, and a few days later 
I could do it again; isn't that sweet?"

    "Y-yes!  Um, b-but what's the fly swatter for then?"

    "Oh, this," she teased, "well, the ruler is for the parts of the
body you have to display, but for the other area," she smiled, tapping
his genitalia as he flinched, "we don't have to worry about a few little
marks, do we?"

    "N-no, um, pl-please...!"

    "No-no," she put a finger on his lips, "no begging, not yet!  And
since you told me the truth, I'm going to reward you a little before we
begin, don't you like that?"

    "(Groan) Y-yes mother!"

    A little smugly, she smiled, "I rather thought you would!" As she
leaned her big breasts against his naked chest, and tilted up his
chin with her fingers, and soon her soft warm lips were on his.  He
reacted immediately, passionately, moaning as her pink tongue slipped in
his mouth.  Then his tongue dartingly tentatively explored her own mouth
as she sucked on it, her hard nipples pressed against his chest.

     Pamela loved making out, getting boys hard enough to explode, panting
with desire, just before punishing them.  Sighing, she pushed up a little
and allowed him to suck first one nipple, then the other, burying his face
in her breasts.  If it was back in the dungeon, she might let him press his
eager face in her beautiful butt, licking out her crack, but that was going
to have to wait for afterwards.  After several minutes of moaning hot makeout,
both panting now, she pulled back, and slipped his cock ring in to keep his
hardon stiff.

    "Now, that's enough, honey!  If you respond nicely maybe I'll reward you
again!"  

    Timmy was trying to kiss her still, panting, his cock engorged and
dripping, his balls ready to burst, as he licked his lips, seeing her smiling
smug face, and her right hand moving to pick up the plastic ruler!

   "Pl-please don't...!"  Pamela was leaning on the seat, between his legs, 
her big firm breasts with hard nipples in his face, as she licked her full
lips in sweet anticipation, and raised her hand.  She had been looking 
forward to this for days, and now...!  She sighed, and began!