Her pussy was level with the ts, so he raised the baby doll and tucked it into the waist of her panties. “Number one is to cool off that hot body of yours.” Cooperatively, she sped her hands at the small of her back. He put his hands on her ass and pushed her groin against the air conditioner. The cold air was a shock to her pussy and she groaned, wriggling her mound against the ts. He struck her ass with the t of his hand and she muttered “Ohhh,” forgetting about the shameful image she presented, grinding her pelvis into the ts.


    After a half minute, he spun her around by the hips. Her eyes were lidded, her breathing fast. He tucked the front of the baby doll into her panties as well. With a hand on each pelvic bone, he pressed hard, pushing her ass hard against the ts. “Matthew, that hurts!” she moaned. “Yes, that’s number two: punishment.”


    Her eyes flickered up to his for a moment. “Number two?”


    “Yes, to teach you the consequences of bad behavior, which were dyed by your ident, falling off my chair. It seems that only corporal discipline will have asting effect on your many bad behaviors.”


    “So you’re going to punish me because I’ve made mistakes, and let you down,” she mumbled, wriggling her inmed ass against the ts. “This. . . discipline will make me a better mother, right?”


    “Yes. But you’ll also experience pleasure to mollify the pain.” He had confirmation  she wanted it to hurt. He turned her around again, put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her down to a kneeling position.


    “Ooohhh, that’s good,” she said, the cool air sting her breasts, slurring her words more than before. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensuous feeling of the cool air on her chest. He watched her fat nipples grow in the cool breeze.


    “See how this feels.” Standing behind her, he ced a hand on her shoulder des, gently pushing so her breasts touched the air conditioner ts.


    “Mmmm, that’s better,” she said naively. “So nice and cool.” Her voice had changed to a lower pitch.


    Obviously, she hadn’t a clue about how she was about to suffer. “I want you closer.” Obediently, she pressed her breasts into the air conditioner’s grill. He held her there firmly for thirty seconds, trying to figure out what else to do. “Ooohh!” she moaned.


    A lever controlled the angle of the ts. They were at the widest opening, horizontal. With his left hand, he pushed on her back, forcing the tips of her breasts between two ts. “What will the consequences be for my bad behavior?” she asked.


    “This.” He moved the lever a little so the ts closed, imprisoning her long nipples.


    “Ugghh!” she eximed, startled. “Matthew, that hurts!” she cried, pushing her hand against his bare chest to move him away from the lever. For days, he’d been waiting for this. “It’s supposed to hurt: it’s a punishment.”


    “Punishment.” she said through gritted teeth. “But for what exactly?”


    “For wearing the new baby doll without the mps.” He grabbed both her hands and forced them down her front.


    “But I had to remove them in order to take it off and put it back on,” she exined.


    “Then you should have asked me to put them on again.”


    He grabbed a belt from his robe and tied her hands in position, above her mound. He pushed the lever down even further, forcing the ts to slowly tighten on her nipples until he could not push any more. Her mouth now wide open, she moaned but no longer objected, as a long strand of saliva stretched down and coated a thigh. She licked her lips to adjust to the pain, tied hands twisting. “Are you going to punish me more, or is this all you have?” she taunted.


    Newly confident from his improvisation, the next step came to Matt. He pped one big breast and then the other, savoring the sight of the tit flesh jiggling and shuddering from the harsh impact. She cried out. Keeping one hand on the lever, he bunched up the baby doll with his other hand so that it was taut around her chest and pulled her back from the air conditioner. She grimaced, teeth bared as the big nipples stretched a quarter inch. He heard the flimsy material tearing, then her groan as her breasts were painfully elongated. “Aggghhhh!” she yelled as they both watched the rubbery nipples getting longer by almost a full inch. Finally, he released the lever and her abused nipples were torn out of the ts.


    She screamed and fell back, still kneeling, thighs resting on ankles, hanging her head back till it touched the floor, squirming from the pain, tortured nipples on fire, eyes shut. There were marks from the ts on her baby doll, across her breasts. There was also a long, horizontal rip across the baby doll, exposing the huge, inmed right nipple. Extending from between the rip, it was thicker andrger than the filters on cigarettes. Feeling strongly aroused from the nipple torture, yet supremely degraded by the disgusting scene, she kept her eyes closed, too high to be aware of how exposed she was. The fabric sticking to her left nipple looked particrly depraved.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    He held the middle finger of her left hand and moved it beneath the panties to her slit. She resisted him. “Obey your doctor,” he said. He dipped the finger into her slit, moving it up and down to coat it thoroughly, making sure to always include her clit. “Uhhhh!” she moaned with pleasure. Her cunt was so inundated that the pumping finger made loud squishing sounds. He untied her hands, raised her left hand and rubbed the dripping finger all around her exposed right nipple as she whimpered with relief. He inserted two fingers on her right hand inside herbia, stroking it a half dozen times, and moved the slick finger around the baby doll above her left nipple. The wet fabric disappeared from view as the crushed nipple was soothed with hot pussy juice.


    He guided one of her hands by now pumping three fingers up and down in her slit, while his other hand guided her other hand, stroking and caressing her tits. Within a minute, she climaxed. He was stunned by its ferocity  even more so than at poolside  as she leapt and bucked and shuddered, screaming gibberish as she thrashed on the floor.


    The sight of her almost made Matt lose controlpletely. But he helped her stand, a shaky proposition. Her ass was also banded with striations from the air conditioner ts. “That’s all for tonight. You better go to bed now.”


    “Oh,” she said, pouting. “If you say so.” She stumbled to the door. Standing in the frame, she half-turned back to him, twisting her torso. He could see both her breasts and ass. The horizontal creases from the ts made it look as if she’d been whipped. For that matter, the perfectly spaced nature of the creases made her look as if she’d been whipped by a machine. He drank in the sight of her. For that matter, he wondered whether she would actually take a whipping?


    “Matthew, it’s been a couple of days since I asked. Did you make up your mind yet about what I can give you for graduation?”


    “No, Mother. I said I would let you know when I’ve decided. By asking again, you’ve just earned yourself another punishment.”


    “If you say so, sweetheart. . . Will it be the same punishment as tonight?”


    “No. It will be different-longer and harsher, especially since you still must be disciplined for ruining breakfast the other day. Go to sleep now.” She shuffled dreamily out of his room. He looked down at his erect prick, realizing it would be impossible to fall asleep.


    A few minutester, Matt went down the hall to her room. The door had been left open for cross-venttion. With the hall light, he could readily see Janice asleep, lying on her front, her head of sexily tousled hair turned to face the door. No sheets covered her. The baby doll and panties were lying at the foot of the bed. He picked the silky panties off the bed and, staring at her amber ass, still striped by the ts, beat off into the panties.


    When he began quietly moaning, she stirred on the bed, opening her legs. He could see the shaved pussy, the hanging lips, the dusky gray ring of her rosebud. Her eyes fluttered but never opened. He came into the panties with a river of sperm, shooting for longer than he ever remembered having done before.


    He was about to throw the sodden panties into her hamper when he changed his mind. It had been a night of thrilling advances: his administering real pain at the air conditioner and her fingering herself till she climaxed shamefully in front of him. He bet she would also respond to being treated like a slut. He decided that her first experience when she awoke in the morning would be another humiliating one, as well as a reminder of tonight.


    But it was no longer enough for Matt to masturbate in front of her-or even on her. Tomorrow he’d get his first hand job from her, whether she agreed or not. It would be the precursor to those thick pouting lips wrapping around his knob and blowing him till he spewed all over his mother’s hot face and big-nippled tits.


    He ced the drenched panties, heavy with hisrge load, next to her face, ake of semen on top for her to see and smell in the embarrassing, bright light of morning. It would be a novel kind of wake-up call.


    In Chapter Seven, Matt discovers his mother is a talented photographer  of herself. Also, an intimate pool party goes to extremes.


    Chapter Eight – Home Photography and a Pool Party


    The next morning was the day of Matt’s graduation. Janice opened her big eyes, barely awake and not remembering the night before. Then she simultaneously saw and smelled her panties. She pulled them to her andst night’s events returned to her memory in a flood of feelings and scenes. She flushed, deeply ashamed of the shocking behavior but already feeling aroused by the memories. She had seen an entirely new side of hermanding son, that of a controlling boy who was willing to punish her for bad behavior. And she had deserved punishment. Her nipples hardened at the memory of the pain he’d inflicted on them. She wondered how the pain would feel again if she were not on a painkiller, as she’d beenst night.