Punishment Coming Soon – Indian Sex Stories

– Day 1 –

In hindsight, it was one of the moronic things I had ever done! The only excuse I can offer is that I was a bored 19 years old on a hot summer’s afternoon. Mother and I had gone into town to go shopping. She had bought some clothes for me, but most of the afternoon had been looking for boutiques for Mom. It was my last summer of freedom before fall semester began, and This was”NOT” how I wanted to spend my time. I suggested that I go browse some shops myself while she did her shopping, but she said she wanted me with her who could help her decide what things looked good on her. I didn’t really want to or enjoyed it, but it was one of those things you just got to do. So, I trailed after her, offering comments on items she tried on.

She had bought a couple of skirts, and was looking for some shoes to match when “it” happened. Bored out of my mind, I was feeling kind of mischievous. Mom was wearing a long, light summer dress which caressed around her legs. She had lowered herself down to look at the bottom rack of a display; her long dress pooled around her. I, idiotically, moved my foot so that it was pinning the dress to the floor. I figured that she would try and stand, fail, and maybe topple over, nothing more. A bit of harmless mischief which I’d apologize for and pretend to be a simple accident. However, as fate would have it, I over-estimated the strength of the material of the dress, and when she raised up quickly, the dress was just not going to hold her down, and so it ripped all around the waist! She stood with half her dress around her ankles.

I just stood there stunned, staring at her, for, as fate would have it, being such a hot summer day, Mom had decided to go out without any panties. So now I found myself staring at her firm, naked butt! Several other people in the boutique saw her as well, and there was a round of giggles and gasps. Mom twisted around toward me, her face red with embarrassment, and I got a rather good look at her tuft of black hair that marked her pussy. At that moment, a woman’s voice said “I bet she won’t find shoes to go with “that”outfit!, and everyone laughed. Mom was just frozen in time, paralyzed with sudden shock at what was happening.

I just stared at her nakedness, feeling aroused as my cock became erect. I suddenly became aware that she could see the bulge in my jeans, and I could see a frown come across her face as her eyes came down to take in the fact that my foot was still on her dress. Her face and eyes showed anger and fury.I stepped back, just as a salesgirl hurried my over to my Mother and ushered her off to the back room. She emerged minutes later wearing a skirt she had bought, into which the remains of her original dress were tucked. She swept toward me, grabbed my arm in an iron grip, and hauled me from the boutique, and dragged me as fast as she could towards the car.

We hurried at a fast pace to the car, Mom never letting go of my arm and forcing me to stumble and jog just to keep up with her while attempting to keep my balance. As we approached the car,she basically threw me inside and we drove off. I started to speak up, but she cut me off. “SHUT UP! I don’t want a word out of you, until we get home!” When we arrived home, I was told to wait in the living room while she changed. I sat on the edge of the sofa, trembling with fear and guilt. I really didn’t mean things to get out oh hand. God only knows what Mom would do when she came downstairs, but I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it!

Minutes later she came down wearing shorts and a tank top. It was her usual outfit around the house for the summer. Yet in light of recent events, I couldn’t help noticing the way she emphasized her figure. She sat beside me and quietly asked me to explain my actions. I choked out the truth, that I was feeling bored and wanted to play a little trick, but that it went out of control and turned horribly wrong! “So, you meant to humiliate me, but not as much as it did?” “Not humiliate, I just…” “You think that falling into a display of shoes wouldn’t be humiliating?” “Well, I suppose it would, but…” “So, you “DID” mean to humiliate me? Didn’t you?’ “Ummm, well, yes, perhaps a little, but I didn’t think…” “No, you didn’t, did you?” The anger in her voice was rising again.

She leaned back and looked hard at me. “Stand up and take off your clothes. I want you naked, young man,right now!” Blushing, I looked into her eyes and realized I’d better obey, so I got up and undressed. I didn’t know what was coming, but I knew I deserved it for embarrassing my Mother like I did. When I finished undressing, I turned to face her. She stared at me, and I blushed even more. “Ok. Stand facing the window, hands on your head, legs apart.” I assumed to position,. It felt so strange to be doing this, and I started to worry about what Mom had in store for me. She stood up, and walked slowly around me.

She stopped behind me and leaned forward, and whispered in my ear. “You’d better get used to this. Because from this day forward, you’re going to be naked all the time unless I say different. I’ve never been so ashamed or embarrassed as I was today, and I am going to make damn sure you know how it felt!” She went and sat down on the recliner next to the window. She stared at me for some time before speaking. “I want you to realize that your punishment for this is going to be very different from anything you’d had before. I’m not just going to spank you, I’m going to spank you like you’ve never been spanked before?

However, you’re also going to be humiliated.I’m going to do everything I can to embarrass you, tease you and generally make you feel frustrated and wretched. Maybe then you’ll understand how I felt today.” I stood in front of her, trembling. I had never seen my Mom like this before. It was obvious that she was deeply upset at what happened, and she was going to take it all out on me! I stared at her, my eyes full of fear. Suddenly she rose to her feet. “Keep your hand on your head and follow me.” I followed her upstairs to her bedroom She picked up a rather large wooden hairbrush from her dressing table, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Come over here and lay across my lap.” I moved trembling towards her.

The hairbrush looked terrifying, and I was dreading the feel of it. “P-please Mom. I-I’m really sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean it to go so far, really I didn’t!” She just stared at me. “Get over my knee right now! I don’t care what you intended to happen. What I’m concerned with is what”DID” happen, and it was your fault! So get over here and take what’s coming to you!” Slowly I lowered myself onto the bed and lay across my Mother’s knee. Shaking with fear. I knew this was going to be bad. Very, very bad.

Mom made a couple of minor adjustments to my position, then suddenly brought the brush down hard once on my exposed ass. SMACK! My ass exploded in pain, and I yelled and jerked my legs. She then began to spank me rapidly, smacking the brush down as hard as she could. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I yelled and screamed on her lap as the heavy wooden brush set fire to my ass. “This is just the beginning.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You’re going to get plenty of this over the next few days.” I didn’t have the breath to respond. Mom’s strokes were coming thick and fast. And I was just gasping and howling.

The pain grew rapidly in my tortured state, and I could feel the bruises forming. Tears streamed down my face as she continued to spank me. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She continued for about three more minutes, the room echoed to the dull splat of the brush, and my own sobs and cries. Mom spanked my ass with her brush like a woman possessed. I’d been spanked by her plenty of times before, but never with such venom and fire. The pain was immense, and I lay limp across her knee sobbing, my face red and streaked with sweat and tears as she continued.

Eventually she stopped,and I could hear her breathing heavily. We both were still and silent, Mother panting and me sobbing. “Stand up and put your hands on your head. And if you touch your ass, we’ll do all this again!” I stood up gingerly anddid as I was told, wincing from the pain in my ass. Mom stood and piled all the pillows from the bed up near the edge. Then she went over to a drawer and took out her strap. This was a special strap she made herself from two identical belts stitched together for extra thickness and weight. I had felt it only a coupletimes before, when Mom thought I needed a particularly severe punishment.

She smacked it against her hand and I shuddered and trembled. “Lie on the bed, over the pillows. I want that ass nice and high.” “Oh please, Mom! Please, you can’t! I’m sorry, really I am. I can’t take anymore, it hurts so much!” “This is your first and last warning! If you argue with me again, I’ll tie you down and use the strap on your balls, is that clear? Her voice was filled with menace. I climbed onto the bed with trembling fear. The pillows pushed my ass high, and I shivered at how vulnerable it made me feel.

The strapped hissed through the air and bit my already tortured ass. WACK! I went rigid and howled as the heavy leather landed seemed to tear into my flesh. “There! (WACK!) Maybe this (WACK!) will teach you (WACK!) not to try (WACK!) to embarrass (WACK!) your (WACK!) Mother! “Please, Mommy! (WACK!) Pease! (WACK!) Aaahhh! (WACK!) I’m s-sorry! (WACK!) Aaahhh!” I wailed, but Mom wasn’t listening. Again and again the strap arched through the air and landed on my ass. Mom grunted quietly with each stroke, reallyputting her whole bodybehind each swing.

After several more strokes, she paused. “I’m going to give you five more strokes, and Iwant you to count them out loud and say”thank you, Mommy” after each one. If you make a mistake, you get two extra strokes.” WACK! “Ooowww! O-one, thank you, Mommy!” WACK! “Aaahhh! T-two, thank you, Mommy!” WACK! “Ooohhh! Three,thank you, Mommy!” WACK! “Ooowww! F-four, thank you, Mommy!” WACK! “Aaahhh! F-five, thank you, Mommy!” With that, I collapsed crying on the bed. Momput down the strap andknelt beside me. “Well darling. I hope that quick flash of my pussy was worth all that pain. You realize of course, that this was only the beginning. You’re going to get at least one more spanking before bedtime. Now, Mommy is going to rub some cream onto your ass to soothe it.

We want to keep those cheeks nice, soft and sensitive,now don’t we?” She giggled, and stroked my hair as I lay still, weeping quietly into the bed as Mom got some cream and started gently massaging it into my ass. It burned lice ice at first, but soon I felt the pain start to subside slightly. For the rest of the day I followed Mom around the house, still naked. When she decided to sit in the living room and read, I lay on the sofa beside her, so she could glance at my bruised and battered ass whenever she felt like it.

When she went to make dinner, I helped her when I could, otherwise I stood in the corner, hands on my head. Dinner was agony. I asked Mom if I could kneel at the table to save my torn up ass, but she insisted I sit normally. My eyes were full of tears throughout the meal. When it was over, I did the dishes while Mom watched TV in the living room. I stood in the corner again for about an half hour, when she finally relented and allowed me to lie on the sofa with her. At 9, she switched off the TV and told me to follow her upstairs to her room. My blood rancold as I walked after her. She said I would be getting another spanking, but I still aching from the last one. I didn’t know what would happen if Ihad to take further punishment.

As soon as we entered her bedroom, She sat on the edge of the bed. “Lay over my knee. Time for another spanking!” I stared at her imploringly, tears welling up in my eyes. I was about to protest, but then I remembered what she had said would happen if I did. I wasn’t sure if it was an empty threat or not, but I certainly wasn’t going to risk getting the strap across my balls. I went over and lay across her lap, trembling with anxiety.Mom reached down and gently massaged my tender ass. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not going to spank you ass. It’s had quite enough punishment for today. But your thighs haven’t been touched yet, so I’m going to make them nice and red to match your ass!” With that, she brought her hand down hard across my right thigh. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I grunted at the impact as she spanked my thighs vigorously, her hand beating a deep red pattern on my thigh. She concentrated solely on my right thigh until it was burning like fire, and I was crying loudly.

Then she switched to my left and gave me the same treatment. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! When she was done, she ordered me to stand up and face away from her, hands on my head. I stood there staring at the wall while she studied my ass and thigh. She ran her fingertips lightly over my bruised ass, and my cock twitched in spite of myself. Mom chuckled behind me. “Well, you do have nice, red cheeks. And your thighs match beautifully. I can’t wait until tomorrow, You’ll be lying over Mommy’s knee and squealing like a little pig, won’t you darling?” I blushed furiously. “Y-yes, Mommy.” She laughed again. “Good. Now come into the bathroom and we’ll give you a shower.” Mom led me into the bathroom and ushered me into the shower.

She then turned it on and made me stand under it while she adjusted the temperature until it was pleasantly warm, she soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed me vigorously all over. I didn’t dare protest, and just stood there humiliated as she scrubbed me down. To my intense embarrassment she even grabbed my cock and scrubbed that, peeling back the foreskin so as to wash it gingerly. My cock became erect under her manipulation, but she just seemed to ignore it. I soon went limp when she finished off by roughly scrubbing my aching ass. She took the shower head in her hand and rinsed me off.

When I stepped out of the shower, she was holding a towel with she proceeded to rub me dry, just as if I was a small boy. Then she knelt behind me and rubbed lotion onto my ass and thighs, which eased the pain. “Now, go over there and stand in the corner, hand your head facing the wall. I’m going to have a shower, and I want you where I can keep an eye on you. I’m not having you sneaking off and doing something dirty! And if you try and peek at me,you’ll wish you had never been born! Understand?” “Y-yes, Mommy!” I hurriedly went to stand in the corner. I listened intently to the sounds of my mother undressing behind me.

It was torture to know she was there naked, but that I couldn’t see her. Then I heard the shower to start, and my cock grew hard as I imagined her firm naked body all wet and soapy. I desperately wanted to reach down and touch myself, but the ache in my ass warned me that this would be a very bad idea! Very, very bad indeed! When Mom had showered, she went into the bedroom.

She came back a moment later and told me to turn around. She was dressed in a thin teddy which came half way down her thighs. The neckline was fairly modest, there was no disguising the swell of her breasts, or indeed her other exciting curves. “Time for bed. I want you to come sleep with me from now on. If you’re in bed with me, I’ll know instantly if you’re playing with yourself, and I warn you that you’ll be punished very harshly if I even so much as suspect your hand has touched your cock. Understand? I blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Mom just smiled. “Good, now let’s get some sleep. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow!” That night was dreadful. I slept , but unable to relax because of my Mother next to me. Her scent and the feeling of her body so close to me was intoxicating. I kept telling myself she was my Mother, that what I was feeling was wrong,but it was no use.

I was horny as hell, and my cock was stiff as a brick the whole night. I did reach down and stroke my cock lightly, but I didn’t dare do anything else for fear of waking her. Finally exhaustion overcame me and I dropped off into a deep sleep. – Day 2 – In the morning, I awoke to discover that Mom was already up and about. I stumbled downstairs and found her in the kitchen. Smiled and said she was glad to see I remembered to remain naked, which made me blush. I had coffee, bacon and eggs, and then helped her clear the dishes. When we were done, I cringed, as she turned to me. “Now, bend over the table, please. It’s time for your first spanking of the day!” My ass was still aching, but I did as I was told. I bent over the table, and Mom picked up a wooden spatula.

She lightly tapped it against her palm as she looked at me. “I fear that your ass has faded it color overnight. It’s not as red and shiny as it was.I guess I’m going to have to work at it until it’s nicely colored again.” She giggled as she plaved her hand on the small of my back, then swung the spatula hard against my ass. It stung a bit, and I grunted. Mom then started to spank me with a steady rhythm, bringing the spatula down first one cheek then the other. It was a less frenzied pace that the previous day. I squirmed slightly as my ass grew hot, nut Mom pressed down more firmly on my back and kept spanking away. “Keep still, and don’t struggle about so much, or I’ll tie you to the table and fetch the strap.” I did my best to keep still as she continued spanking me. My quiet grunts turned to cries and sobs until my ass was red and aching.

After a short time she stopped spanking me. “Hmmm, I think that will do for now. Stand up and face me.” I did as she asked, with tear filled eyes. “That’s a good boy. Badboys should have a hot,red ass.” I nodded miserably, as her smile faded. “When I ask you a question I expect a proper answer.” “Yes Mom.” She looked at me critically. “Little boys say”Mommy”. Since you’re a bad little boy, I will talk like one, and that means calling me”Mommy” from now on. Understand?” “Yes Mommy.” She grinned at me. That’s better. If you forget, you’ll get the strap. Now tell me what you are and what you should have said.” “Please Mommy, I’m a bad little boy and I should have a hot, red ass.” As I blushed, Mom laughed loudly, and I blushed even more.

The day wore on quickly, all things considered. Mom set me a variety of chores to do around the house. She would look in on me from time to time, just to check. I did as I was told. I was expecting to be punished about lunchtime, but I was not. After lunch, I just went back to my chores. I relaxed a bit, and thought the spanking part was over, and all I had to do was endure the humiliation of being naked around the house. At 4, Mom called me into her bedroom. When I entered, she handed me a pair of her panties. They were white cotton with little blue flowers, and edged with lace. “Put these on.” She watched with glee as I pulled on her panties. My face was blushed bright red as I stood before her in such feminine attire, and she was clearing enjoying my discomfort.

She led me to my room and told me to put on shorts and a t-shirt. “we’re just going out for a little while. Much as I would like to take you out in public naked. But I think that knowing you have frilly panties on under your shorts should make you sufficiently uncomfortable.” She chuckled and I blushed. It was not a good feeling. We drove to town, and to my surprise, we returned to the boutique where this whole nightmare started. Just before we entered, Mom leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. “Once we get inside, you are to go along with everything I say, ok? If you do anything, and I do mean”ANYTHING”, to contradict me in any way, then you’ll wish you’d never been born!Understood?”

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