As the late afternoon sun cast golden hues across the living room, Elizabeth stood poised with a commanding presence, her sleek red hair impeccably styled and her tailored blouse perfectly tucked into a high-waisted skirt. Her sharp eyes rested on the large root of ginger she held in her hand. Her expression, calm yet stern, conveyed a sense of authority that her husband, Daniel, had learned to respect—and perhaps even fear.
He stood awkwardly by the sofa, his face flushed as he avoided her gaze. The weight of his recent transgressions hung heavy in the room. He had promised to cut back on his frivolous spending after their last discussion, but Elizabeth had discovered the evidence: another unnecessary purchase charged to their account.
“You do understand why we’re here, don’t you?” Elizabeth asked, her voice steady and deliberate. She tapped the ginger against her palm, her gesture as much a warning as it was a promise.
“Yes, ma’am,” Daniel murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Speak up, Daniel,” she instructed, stepping closer. Her heels clicked softly against the polished hardwood floor. “I won’t have you mumbling like a child who doesn’t understand what he’s done.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated more clearly, though his voice trembled. “I understand.”
Elizabeth arched an elegant eyebrow, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm. “Good. Then you also understand that breaking promises has consequences. And in this house, consequences are not taken lightly.”
Daniel swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the ginger in her hand. He had heard of figging before—Elizabeth had mentioned it once during a pointed conversation about discipline—but he had never imagined she’d follow through with it.
She noticed his glance and allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to tug at the corner of her lips. “Ah, I see you’ve put two and two together. You’ll find that I’m not one to make empty threats.”
“Remove your trousers and underwear,” she instructed, her tone firm but not unkind.
Daniel hesitated for a moment, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But he knew better than to disobey. With fumbling hands, he did as he was told, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable as he stood before her.
Elizabeth studied him silently for a moment, her arms crossed. Then, with a calm but firm tone, she delivered her next instruction. “Actually, Daniel, remove every stitch of clothing. Right now.”
His head snapped up, his eyes wide with horror. “W-what? Elizabeth, please—”
She raised an eyebrow, cutting him off. “No arguments. You’ve lost clothing privileges until further notice. Every piece of clothing you have on is to be removed and left here. Now. Your behavior has consequences, and this is one of them.”
With painstaking slowness, he began to remove his shirt, then his undershirt, his movements stiff and hesitant. When he finally bent down to remove his socks, his entire body shook with humiliation.
“Hands at your sides,” Elizabeth told him sternly as he instinctively moved to cover himself. “No covering, Daniel. Let me see those hands.”
Sniffling and shaking, Daniel obeyed, letting his hands fall to his sides. His face burned with embarrassment as he stood completely naked before his wife, his vulnerability on full display.
Elizabeth walked to the side table, where a small, precise paring knife lay waiting. With the same care and precision she applied to every aspect of her life, she began peeling the ginger, removing its rough outer layer until it was smooth and ready. Her movements were deliberate, designed to give Daniel plenty of time to reflect on his actions—and anticipate what was coming.
“You’re going to learn a lesson today, my dear,” she said, not looking up from her task. “One that I trust will make a lasting impression.”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably. He considered pleading his case, but he knew it would only make things worse. Elizabeth valued accountability, and she had made it clear from the beginning of their relationship that she expected him to own up to his mistakes.
When she finished preparing the ginger, she set the knife aside and turned to face him. “Over the back of the sofa,” she directed, gesturing to the piece of furniture. Her voice softened just a fraction as she added, “This is for your own good, Daniel. I love you, but I won’t tolerate broken promises.”
As he positioned himself over the sofa, Elizabeth placed a reassuring hand on the small of his back. Her touch was firm yet caring, a reminder that her discipline came from a place of love and a desire to see him grow.
“This is meant to teach you a lesson, Daniel,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “It’s not just about the discomfort. It’s about trust and accountability. You broke your word, and I want you to feel the weight of that—literally and figuratively.”
He swallowed hard, feeling the tip of the peeled ginger root press against him. The sensation was strange, foreign, and deeply humiliating. Elizabeth worked slowly and methodically, ensuring the insertion was deliberate and firm. The root was tapered, but the further she pushed, the more it burned—a creeping, stinging heat that grew with every passing second.
“Breathe, Daniel,” she instructed, her tone soft but authoritative. “Take it in. You’ll find this far more manageable if you relax.”
He tried to obey, focusing on his breathing as the ginger was eased further inside. The initial discomfort gave way to a growing, insistent burn that spread through him like wildfire. His face flushed, and he let out a small, involuntary gasp as she pressed the root firmly into place, ensuring it wouldn’t budge.
“There,” Elizabeth said, standing back to admire her work. She adjusted his posture with a gentle but firm hand, ensuring he stayed bent over for a moment longer to fully absorb the lesson. “This will stay in for a while, Daniel. Long enough for you to reflect on why we’re here.”
The burn intensified with every second, and Daniel could already feel the tears welling in his eyes. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—hot, sharp, and impossible to ignore. Elizabeth gave him a moment to compose himself before guiding him upright with a steady hand.
“Now, to the corner,” she commanded, pointing to the far side of the room. “Hands at your sides, nose to the wall. I want you to stand there and think about the promises you made—and broke.”
Daniel shuffled to the designated corner, his movements awkward and stiff as the ginger worked its humiliating magic. The burn seemed to intensify as he stood there, spreading through him in waves that left him squirming. He clenched and unclenched his fists, desperate for relief but knowing better than to complain. Elizabeth’s presence behind him was a constant reminder that he was under her watchful eye.
“I can see you fidgeting,” she said, her voice firm. “Keep still, Daniel. Part of this punishment is learning to endure it with grace.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he croaked, his voice trembling as the tears began to spill down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead against the wall, trying to ground himself as the fiery sting seemed to reach its peak. The humiliation of standing there, exposed and vulnerable, only added to the weight of his punishment.
Elizabeth watched him silently for a few moments, her arms crossed as she observed his struggle. She had no intention of letting him off easy—this was meant to be a lasting lesson, one he would carry with him the next time he was tempted to break his word.
After several long, agonizing minutes, she stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you crying, Daniel?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing.
He sniffled, his cheeks wet with tears. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” she replied, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “That means the lesson is sinking in. We’ll leave the ginger in a little longer to ensure it sticks.”
Her words sent a shiver through him, and he nodded, accepting her authority without question. He had learned long ago that resistance only made things worse. The relentless burn from the ginger was an all-consuming fire, radiating out from his backside and crawling up his spine. Tears streaked his flushed cheeks, his chest heaving with soft sobs as he tried to keep himself still. Every slight movement seemed to intensify the sting, sending sharp, fiery waves through his body. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, desperate to endure the punishment without drawing more attention from Elizabeth.
Gingered in the Corner
As his time progressed, The ginger root’s burn was no longer just a sensation—it was an all-consuming fire radiating from his stuffed backside, searing upward in waves that left him gasping and squirming. The heat felt alive, pulsing through him like an ember lodged inside, its sting sharp and unrelenting. Each subtle shift of his weight seemed to fan the flames, intensifying the inferno in a way that made him shudder.
Tears streamed freely down his flushed cheeks, dripping onto his chest as he clenched his fists tightly at his sides. He longed to reach back, to somehow ease the unbearable burn, but Elizabeth’s earlier warning rang clear in his mind: “No fidgeting, Daniel. Stand still and take your punishment with grace.” The humiliation of her words paired with the physical agony only made the tears come faster, his shoulders heaving as he sobbed silently into the corner.
The heat didn’t fade—it deepened, sinking into him with a cruel persistence. It was as though the ginger were mocking him, reminding him with every second of why it was there and what it represented. Each pang of fiery discomfort forced him to confront his actions, his broken promises, and the humiliation of being reduced to this state. He felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, and powerless, stripped of all dignity as the punishment unfolded.
Behind him, Elizabeth’s gaze never wavered. She watched him cry, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of stern authority and calm resolve. She didn’t say a word, letting the silence stretch on and ensuring he was left alone with his thoughts—and the relentless, fiery ache. Daniel sniffled, his voice breaking as another wave of tears overtook him, the burn in his bottom building to a crescendo that left him trembling.
The corner felt endless, the walls closing in around him as the intensity of the ginger forced its lesson deep into his mind. He bit his lip to stifle another sob, knowing full well Elizabeth expected composure, even now. But the heat was merciless, licking up his insides and leaving him raw, both physically and emotionally. This was more than punishment—it was a reckoning, one he knew he wouldn’t soon forget.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth sat calmly on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, her demeanor composed and completely unaffected by his quiet whimpers. She had made it clear—his corner time would not end until she was confident he had fully absorbed the lesson she intended to teach.
Then came a knock at the door.
An Unexpected Visitor
Daniel’s stomach dropped, his heart hammering in his chest. He dared not move, but his mind raced with panicked thoughts, hoping whoever was at the door would leave quickly. Elizabeth, however, rose gracefully, smoothing her skirt with an air of authority, and strode toward the door.
“Stay exactly where you are,” she said firmly, glancing over her shoulder at Daniel. Her tone left no room for debate.
“Yes, ma’am,” he choked out, his voice trembling.
Elizabeth walked to the door, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and opened it. Daniel’s blood turned cold when he heard his mother’s cheerful voice.
“Elizabeth! I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said brightly. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.”
“Not at all,” Elizabeth replied smoothly, stepping aside to let her in. “You’re always welcome.”
Daniel’s stomach twisted into knots as he pressed his forehead harder against the wall, wishing he could disappear. He heard the sound of their footsteps approaching the living room, and then his mother’s voice again, tinged with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“Oh my! What’s poor Daniel doing in the corner in his birthday suit of all things!?”
Elizabeth gestured toward Daniel, her voice steady as she explained. “He broke a promise he made to me—something we discussed very clearly—and I felt it was important to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.”
Daniel’s face burned hotter than ever as he heard their conversation, but it was nothing compared to the wave of humiliation that followed his mother’s sudden laugh.
“Oh, goodness!” she exclaimed, clearly amused. “He looks just like a naughty little boy, all bare, standing in the corner like that. Poor thing.”
It was then that Daniel’s mother noticed the ginger protruding from between his cheeks. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What is that… sticking out of his bottom?”
Daniel’s breath hitched as fresh tears of shame welled in his eyes. Elizabeth, completely unbothered, responded matter-of-factly. “That’s a peeled piece of ginger. It’s called figging—an old-fashioned method of discipline. The burning sensation helps reinforce the lesson.”
His mother let out a small gasp, her tone a mix of surprise and approval. “Well, I’ve never heard of that, but it sounds effective. Is it… painful?”
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly and smiled faintly, as though the answer were obvious. “Why don’t we let him answer that?” She turned her gaze toward Daniel, her voice firm. “Daniel, turn your head and look at your mother.”
Daniel froze, his entire body stiffening at the command. He sniffled, fresh tears threatening to spill over as he hesitated, clearly mortified at the thought of meeting his mother’s eyes in this state.
“Now,” Elizabeth said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
With a shuddering breath, Daniel slowly turned his head, his face wet with tears and flushed deep red with shame. His snotty nose and trembling lips only added to the pitiful sight, and the tears streaming down his cheeks left trails of humiliation etched into his face. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, but the act of looking his mother in the eye only made the tears flow harder.
His mother studied his face for a long moment, her lips quirking into a faint, amused smile. “Oh, my,” she said lightly. “I’d say that answers my question. It must burn quite a bit if you’re carrying on like that.”
Daniel whimpered softly, his gaze darting to Elizabeth, silently pleading for mercy, but she simply nodded toward his mother. “Answer her, Daniel.”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he croaked, his voice thick with emotion. “It burns… a lot.”
His mother chuckled, shaking her head in mock sympathy. “Well, it’s supposed to, isn’t it? Poor thing. I bet you’ll think twice before misbehaving again.”
Elizabeth gave him a firm nod. “That’s exactly the point. Actions have consequences, and I intend to make sure this lesson sticks.” She paused, studying his tear-streaked face before adding, “Turn back to the corner now, Daniel.”
Grateful for the reprieve, Daniel turned his face back to the wall, his sobs renewed as the ginger’s relentless burn reminded him that his humiliation—and his punishment—was far from over. Behind him, the two women resumed their conversation.
Elizabeth added, her voice calm and authoritative. “The burn is quite intense, and it grows stronger the longer it’s in place. He won’t forget this any time soon.”
His mother laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Well, it serves him right if he’s been naughty. What exactly did he do?”
Elizabeth crossed her arms, her expression serious. “He made a promise to cut back on frivolous spending after we had a very clear discussion about budgeting. And yet, I discovered another charge on our account this week—something completely unnecessary. Breaking trust like that is unacceptable, and I wanted to make sure he understood the gravity of his actions.”
His mother nodded in agreement, taking a seat on the sofa. “You’re absolutely right. Men need structure and consequences. I think you handled this perfectly.”
Elizabeth poured two cups of tea from the tray on the coffee table, handing one to Daniel’s mother. The two women sat comfortably, their conversation light and casual as though Daniel weren’t standing just a few feet away, exposed and burning with shame.
After a few minutes, his mother turned her attention back to him. “Daniel, dear, how’s that ginger treating you?” she asked, her tone teasing but curious.
Daniel sniffled, his voice trembling as he responded. “It… it burns, Mom.”
His mother chuckled softly. “Well, you certainly won’t be breaking any more promises after this, will you?”
“No, ma’am,” he whispered, his tears flowing freely as the burn intensified. His legs shook, his body quivering under the relentless sting and the sheer humiliation of having to answer such questions while they sipped tea and discussed his punishment like a casual topic.
Elizabeth’s voice broke through his thoughts. “The burn will fade eventually, but the lesson should last far longer. Isn’t that right, Daniel?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he replied, his voice barely audible.
The two women continued their conversation, occasionally glancing at Daniel as he stood there, squirming and tearful. His mother’s light laughter and Elizabeth’s calm, authoritative tone filled the room, a stark contrast to his quiet sobs. The burn from the ginger was merciless, and the weight of their casual discussion only deepened his shame.
Corner Time Ends
After an appropriate time, Elizabeth set her teacup down with a quiet clink and glanced over at Daniel, still trembling in the corner. His sniffles had softened, but his body was visibly tense, and his legs quivered from the strain of standing still for so long. She waited another moment before speaking, her voice calm but firm.
“Daniel,” she said, setting her gaze squarely on his hunched shoulders. “Come out of the corner now.”
Daniel froze, his heart racing as he realized his time of humiliation wasn’t over—it was about to get worse. Slowly, he turned his head, his face wet with tears and bright red with shame. He couldn’t meet her eyes, and his humiliation only deepened when he caught sight of his mother seated calmly on the sofa, watching with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
“Turn around, Daniel,” Elizabeth’s firm voice cut through the tense silence, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Hands at your sides. Face me.”
Daniel’s stomach churned, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him. He swallowed hard, his entire body stiffening as he slowly turned away from the wall. His face was already burning, but it only deepened into a crimson flush as he forced himself to look in her direction, his hands shaking as they remained at his sides.
As he stood there, completely exposed, his mother’s sharp gaze swept over him. Her expression was calm and measured, but there was a faint flicker of surprise in her eyes, as though she was taking in just how much time had passed since she’d last seen him like this.
“Well,” his mother said after a moment, her tone carrying a note of amused authority. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this, hasn’t it, Daniel?”
Daniel’s voice cracked as he stammered, “Y-yes, ma’am…” His cheeks burned hotter, and fresh tears spilled over as he shifted awkwardly, his instinct to cover himself warring with Elizabeth’s command. Elizabeth stepped closer, her authoritative gaze locking onto his.
“This is how you’ll remain until I say otherwise,” she said firmly. “If you’re uncomfortable, good. That’s the point. And don’t even think about trying to cover yourself, or you’ll regret it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Daniel whispered, his voice barely audible as he trembled under her gaze.
His mother chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “Just look at you. A grown man, yet here you are, standing naked in front of your mother like a naughty little boy who couldn’t behave.”
Daniel’s eyes dropped to the floor, fresh tears welling up as he struggled to hold back a sob. “I-I’m sorry…” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” his mother replied sharply. “But sorry isn’t enough, Daniel. Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
His head jerked up, his tear-streaked face a picture of shame as he met her gaze. The intensity in her eyes left him feeling smaller than ever, his vulnerability laid bare before her. Her expression softened slightly as she observed him, her authoritative tone taking on a quieter edge.
“You’ve come a long way since the last time I had to discipline you,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “But some things don’t change, do they? No matter how old you get, Daniel, actions have consequences. And today, you’ve been reminded of that by your loving wife.”
Daniel sniffled, nodding faintly as his tears spilled over. “Y-yes, ma’am…” he whispered.
Elizabeth continued, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Over the back of the sofa, Daniel. It’s time to remove the ginger.”
His stomach churned at her words. The idea of bending over in front of both Elizabeth and his mother for such an intimate act was unbearable, but he knew better than to argue. His face burned even brighter as he waddled stiffly toward the sofa. The ginger’s fiery sting still burned relentlessly, and every step made him acutely aware of its presence. He reached the back of the couch and hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Elizabeth with pleading eyes.
She raised an eyebrow, unflinching. “You know what to do, Daniel. Bend over.”
Un-Gingered
Swallowing hard, he obeyed, leaning over the back of the sofa and gripping the cushions tightly. His face was crimson, and he could feel his mother’s eyes on him, the weight of her presence magnifying his shame. He clenched his eyes shut, praying silently for this to be over as quickly as possible. The humiliation of being exposed like this, naked and sobbing, was already unbearable, but knowing his mother was still in the room made it infinitely worse.
“Relax,” Elizabeth instructed, her tone calm but authoritative as she placed her fingers gently on the protruding end of the ginger. “The more you fight it, the harder this will be.”
Just as she began to tug, Daniel’s mother stood and set her teacup on the coffee table. “Oh, let me get a closer look,” she said casually, her heels clicking against the floor as she rounded the sofa.
Daniel’s face burned hot with embarrassment. “M-Mom, please…” he choked out, his voice barely audible through his sniffles.
“Hush, Daniel,” his mother said dismissively, stooping down behind him to get a better view. “Elizabeth is being thorough, and I’m just here to observe. You’ve earned this, haven’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whimpered, his voice trembling.
Elizabeth adjusted her grip on the ginger, giving it another gentle pull, but it didn’t budge easily. She clicked her tongue softly in frustration. “It seems to be a bit stuck,” she remarked, glancing at Daniel’s mother. “The muscles are clenching too much.”
“Here, this might help.” his mother said, glancing at her glass of water on the table and smiling faintly. Picking up the glass, she stood beside Elizabeth, tilting it slightly to dribble a thin stream of cool water over the area.
Daniel gasped at the sensation, a fresh wave of tears spilling down his cheeks as the cool liquid trailed between his cheeks. “M-Mom, no!” he sobbed, his voice shaking with desperation. “Please don’t…”
His mother ignored his protests, her tone calm and almost teasing. “Oh, hush, Daniel. I’m just helping. This will make it easier, and you’ll thank me later.”
The water trickled down, providing a bit of lubrication as Elizabeth adjusted her grip on the ginger. “There we go,” Elizabeth murmured, working it carefully, her movements deliberate. With the added moisture, the ginger began to shift slightly.
“Hold him open?” Elizabeth asked, glancing at his mother.
His mother nodded, setting the glass aside before placing her hands on Daniel’s bare cheeks. She spread them apart firmly, holding him steady as Elizabeth gave another tug. The sensation of his mother’s hands on him was the final blow to Daniel’s fragile dignity, and he sobbed openly, his entire body shaking with humiliation.
Daniel sobbed softly, his voice muffled against the sofa. “P-please, just get it over with,” he pleaded, his words broken by trembling gasps.
“Oh, we’ll get there,” Elizabeth replied coolly. “But this isn’t something we rush, Daniel. Removing it inch by inch is just as important as the time it spent inside.”
With that, she began to tug gently at the protruding end of the ginger, her movements slow and precise. The root resisted slightly, still snug within him, and Daniel let out a muffled cry as the first inch began to slide free, the sensation both relieving and excruciating.
“There we go,” Elizabeth said softly, inching it out bit by bit. “Breathe, Daniel. The slower we go, the better you’ll learn from this.”
His mother watched intently, her hands keeping him spread wide as more of the ginger emerged. “It’s remarkable how much he took!” she said with a mix of curiosity and approval. “He’s really stretching, isn’t he?”
Elizabeth nodded, giving another slow, steady tug. “He is. But that’s part of the lesson—learning to endure, even when it’s uncomfortable.”
Daniel’s body tensed as another inch slid free, the root’s girthy surface dragging against his tender, burning skin. The sensation was unbearable, each movement reminding him of the humiliating punishment he’d endured. He sobbed louder, his legs trembling as he fought to stay still.
“Almost there,” Elizabeth said, her tone calm and firm. She adjusted her grip, ensuring she maintained control as she worked the final, thickest portion free. With one last deliberate pull, the ginger slid out completely, leaving Daniel gasping and shuddering as the fiery sensation lingered.
As Elizabeth set the ginger root aside on a cloth, Daniel shuddered, his body wracked with sobs as the fiery burn lingered, amplified by the removal’s slow, excruciating process. He dared not move, not with his mother still behind him, her hands firmly holding his cheeks apart.
“Well, would you look at that,” his mother said softly, leaning in for a closer view. “His poor little hole is stretched so wide. It’s amazing how much it gapes after something like that.”
Elizabeth smirked faintly, stepping to the side to get a better angle herself. “It’s normal. After holding something that thick for so long, it takes time to tighten back up. And it’s a good visual reminder of the lesson—how much he’s had to endure.”
Daniel whimpered, his face burning as hot as the fiery ache still radiating from his backside. “P-please…” he managed, his voice breaking. “Can I… cover up now?”
“Not yet,” his mother replied, ignoring his pleading tone. Her hands remained steady, holding him open as she tilted her head, watching intently. “It’s fascinating how slowly it’s closing back up. It’s almost like his body doesn’t want to let go.”
Elizabeth let out a quiet chuckle, crossing her arms. “It’s a testament to how effective the ginger was. His body—and his mind—are going to remember this for a long time.”
As Daniel’s sobs continued, his mother continued her examination. “The poor thing looks so raw,” she remarked, her tone hovering between teasing and pitying. “I imagine that burn will stay with him for a while, too.”
“It will,” Elizabeth confirmed. “And it’s exactly what he needed. This level of discomfort ensures the lesson isn’t just physical—it’s mental and emotional, too.”
Finally, Daniel’s mother let his cheeks go, but her eyes remained fixed on him as the slow, steady tightening of his opening continued. She shook her head lightly, a faint smile on her lips. “You’ve been very thorough, Elizabeth. I’m impressed. I don’t think he’ll soon forget this.”
Daniel sobbed into the sofa cushions, his face flushed and wet with tears, unable to bring himself to respond. The fiery ache in his bottom remained, a lingering reminder of the ginger’s relentless burn and the shame of having endured its removal in front of his mother.
Thank Yous
Elizabeth placed a firm hand on his lower back, her tone calm but authoritative. “Stand up, Daniel, and thank your mother for assisting with your punishment.”
Daniel hesitated, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks, before slowly rising to his feet. His hands immediately moved to cover himself, though the act did little to restore his dignity.
“Hands by your sides!” Elizabeth reinforced.
Daniel immediately complied, blushing strongly.
“Th-thank you, Mom,” he stammered, his voice thick with humiliation.
His mother smiled warmly, giving him a light pat on the shoulder. “You’re welcome, dear. It’s important to help when needed—and I think this lesson will stick with you for a long time.”
Elizabeth crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. “I hope you’ve learned from this, Daniel. The next time you think about breaking a promise, remember how this felt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he stood there trembling before Elizabeth and his mother, his face a deep crimson as he stammered out his words. His tear-streaked cheeks and quivering voice made him look utterly defeated, and he dared not meet their eyes.
“All right,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Go to the bathroom now and clean yourself up. Especially your bum hole. And remember—you’re still not to cover yourself until further notice. Understood?”
Daniel hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now go,” she instructed, stepping back as she gestured toward the hallway.
As Daniel shuffled toward the bathroom, completely exposed and unable to hide, his mother leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile. “You handle him so well, Elizabeth,” she said approvingly. “I can’t imagine he’ll forget
“Yes, I’d say that was an effective punishment,” Elizabeth remarked, taking a sip of her tea. “The ginger has certainly left its mark—physically and emotionally. And a bout of enforced nudity will drive the point home. I doubt he’ll forget this anytime soon.”
His mother nodded thoughtfully, though her brow furrowed slightly. “I agree it was effective, but tell me, Elizabeth, has this been an isolated incident? Or is overspending something he’s done before?”
Elizabeth hesitated, setting her teacup down and folding her hands in her lap. “To be honest, it’s been a bit of a pattern. We’ve talked about budgeting several times, and I’ve given him smaller consequences before—like cutting back on his leisure spending for a month or taking away certain privileges. He promises to improve, but inevitably, he slips back into old habits.”
His mother raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “So, this isn’t the first time he’s had trouble with self-control, hmm?”
“No,” Elizabeth admitted, her tone carrying a hint of frustration. “It’s not. I thought the gingering would finally make the lesson stick.”
His mother leaned back, crossing her arms as she considered this. “Well, it certainly sent a message, but I’m not so sure it’s enough—not if this has been a repeated issue. Men like Daniel sometimes need more than just a physical reminder; they need a maternal one. Something that really drives the point home.”
Elizabeth glanced at her with curiosity. “And by ‘maternal,’ you mean…?”
“A maternal paddling,” his mother replied matter-of-factly, setting her teacup down. “Right over either of our knees. A good one. It’s one thing to endure the physical discomfort of the ginger, but a sound paddling on top of it would hammer the lesson in. He’d feel it every time he sits down for the next couple of days.”
Elizabeth tilted her head, clearly considering the idea. “You know, that’s not a bad suggestion. I’ve been reluctant to strike him, but he’s certainly earned it, especially since this has been a recurring problem.”
“And with me here,” his mother added with a small smile, “it might carry an extra weight. After all, I’m the one who disciplined him growing up. It’s been a while since he’s had that kind of reminder.”
Elizabeth let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement. “A maternal paddling might be exactly what he needs—a final layer to ensure this lesson sticks. And I still have that paddle you gave us as a wedding present. It’s tucked away in the cabinet, safe and sound. It’s a beautiful piece, and I know how much it meant to you—it’s an heirloom, isn’t it?”
Her mother-in-law nodded, her smile widening. “It is. Passed down from my mother, and her mother before her. It’s been in the family for generations, helping to guide more than one stubborn young man along the right path.”
Elizabeth chuckled, standing and smoothing her skirt. “Well, it’s certainly a treasure. But I must admit, I haven’t yet had the nerve to bring it out.”
Her mother-in-law raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “No? With Daniel’s behavior? My dear, it sounds to me like it’s high time we started putting that paddle back to good use.”
Elizabeth glanced toward the cabinet, her fingers lightly brushing her chin as she considered the idea. After a moment, she nodded and moved toward the far side of the room, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Opening the cabinet, she reached inside and carefully removed a small cloth-wrapped bundle.
As she returned to the seating area, she unfolded the cloth to reveal the paddle. It was a stunning piece of craftsmanship—small and handheld, made from polished dark hardwood that gleamed faintly in the room’s soft light. Its smooth, solid surface spoke of durability, and the handle fit snugly in Elizabeth’s hand, giving her an air of quiet authority as she held it.
“There it is,” her mother-in-law said warmly, leaning forward to admire it. “Still as beautiful as ever. And trust me, Elizabeth, it’s not just for show. That paddle has a way of making an impression—one that lasts.”
Elizabeth turned the paddle over in her hands, running her fingers along its smooth edges. “It’s heavier than I remembered,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “I can see how it would be… effective.”
Her mother-in-law chuckled lightly, crossing her legs as she settled back in her seat. “Oh, it’s very effective. And with Daniel’s little pattern of behavior, I’d say now is the perfect time to re-introduce him to it.”
Elizabeth tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “You really think it’s necessary?”
“I do,” her mother-in-law said firmly. “The gingering was an excellent start, but this paddle has been the family’s go-to for generations. It’s a rite of passage, in a way. And from what you’ve told me, it sounds like Daniel’s overdue.”
“I must confess, I’ve been a bit intimidated by it. Will you demonstrate on him for me?” Elizabeth asked, handing the paddle to her mother-in-law.
His mother took the paddle from Elizabeth with a confident nod. “Oh, I’d be delighted. And don’t worry. I’ll make sure he feels every bit of it. And by the time we’re done, I can guarantee he’ll think twice before overspending again.”
Paddling
As the two women finalized their plan, they could hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and Daniel’s hesitant footsteps approaching. Elizabeth set her teacup down and stood, her commanding presence returning as she prepared to explain to Daniel that his punishment wasn’t over yet—and that his mother would be taking charge.
As Daniel shuffled back into the living room, completely naked, his face still red and tear-streaked from his earlier ordeal, he hesitated in the doorway. His heart was pounding, his humiliation from being fully exposed in front of his mother and Elizabeth still fresh. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet their eyes.
But when his eyes caught the polished wooden paddle sitting on the coffee table, gleaming ominously under the soft light, his stomach dropped. He froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat as the realization hit him. That paddle—he recognized it instantly. It was the same one his mother had used on him years ago, the last time he’d been paddled as a teenager. A punishment he had vowed to never give her cause to repeat.
“W-why is that here?” he stammered, his voice trembling with panic as his wide eyes darted between the paddle and the two women. “I-I thought… I thought we were done…”
Elizabeth folded her arms, her calm yet commanding presence making him squirm. “We thought so too, Daniel,” she said evenly. “But after discussing things with your mother, we’ve decided your punishment isn’t quite finished.”
Daniel’s breath quickened, his face draining of color. “P-please,” he choked out, taking a small, involuntary step back. “Not the paddle. Not that paddle…”
His mother, seated comfortably on the sofa, raised an eyebrow at his reaction, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Ah, so you remember it,” she said lightly. “Good. That tells me it left the kind of impression I intended back then. But clearly, it wasn’t enough to keep you in line permanently.”
Daniel shook his head, his voice cracking as fresh tears welled in his eyes. “M-Mom, please, no! I haven’t forgotten—I still remember how much it hurt! You don’t need to use it again, I swear!”
Elizabeth stepped forward, her sharp gaze pinning him in place. “Daniel,” she said firmly, “this isn’t up for debate. Your mother and I both agree that this is necessary. Now, come here.”
Daniel shook his head, his whole body trembling. “Please, Elizabeth, please! I-I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll do better—I’ll never overspend again! Please, don’t let her paddle me!”
His mother chuckled softly, shaking her head as she leaned forward to pick up the paddle. She tapped it lightly against her palm, the solid wood making a crisp, intimidating sound. “Oh, Daniel,” she said, her tone calm but resolute, “this isn’t about what you say now. It’s about ensuring you truly understand the consequences of your actions. And I’m afraid that means you’re going over my knee for a proper maternal paddling in your all-together.”
“M-Mom, please, I’ve learned my lesson! I don’t need—”
“You’ve not learned your lesson,” she interrupted sharply. “If you had, this wouldn’t be a recurring problem, would it? No, Daniel, you clearly need a much firmer reminder. And let me assure you, as before, by the time I’m done, you won’t be sitting comfortably for a week.”
“Elizabeth,” she added, turning to his wife with a faint smile, “would you grab the chair for me, please?”
Elizabeth nodded, her calm, authoritative demeanor perfectly in place as she walked to the dining table and brought over one of the sturdy wooden chairs. She placed it in the center of the room, angled slightly for better access, before stepping back to allow Daniel’s mother to take over.
“Now, Daniel,” his mother said, sitting down and tapping the paddle lightly against her palm. “Come here.”
Daniel froze, his face burning with humiliation. “P-please, Mom, can’t we talk about this? I-I promise I won’t overspend again, I swear!”
She raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. “Daniel, the time for promises is over. The only thing you’ll be doing now is learning the consequences of your actions. Come here, or I’ll add extra swats for making me wait.”
Daniel went to her on shaking legs.
“Over my knee, Daniel,” she commanded, patting her lap again. “You know the position all too well.”
Daniel stood trembling as he lowered himself across his mother’s lap, the humiliation suffocating him. His bare skin prickled with dread as he positioned himself, his legs dangling off one side and his hands gripping the chair legs tightly. His mother adjusted him slightly, ensuring his bottom was raised and vulnerable, the paddle resting coldly against his lilly-white cheeks.
“This is long overdue,” she said sternly, gripping the polished wooden paddle firmly in her hand. “And I want you to understand, Daniel, that this is for your own good.”
“P-please, Mom,” Daniel sobbed, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry! I’ll do better, I swear!”
She ignored his pleas, lifting the paddle and bringing it down with a sharp CRACK that echoed through the room. Daniel yelped, his body jerking against her lap as the sting exploded across his backside.
“This is what happens when you break promises,” his mother said coolly, raising the paddle again. Another swat followed, then another, each one landing with precision and force. The sharp sound of the paddle meeting his skin filled the room, punctuated by Daniel’s cries.
By the tenth swat—or was it the fifteenth?—Daniel had lost all composure. His legs began kicking uncontrollably, his sobs turning into desperate wails. “P-please, Mom! Please stop!” he screamed, the word tumbling out in his panic.
His mother paused for a moment, the paddle poised mid-air. “What did you just call me?” she asked sharply.
“P-please, Mommy!” Daniel choked out again, his voice trembling as he sobbed into the chair cushion.
“That’s better,” she said, her tone colder now. “You remember now, don’t you? When you’re being punished, you call me Mommy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy!” he wailed, his legs kicking feebly as the next swat landed squarely on his already-red backside.
The maternal paddling continued, her strokes unrelenting. Each sharp crack sent fresh waves of fiery pain through Daniel’s body, leaving him writhing helplessly over her knee. His cries grew louder and more desperate, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.
“Mommy, please! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!” he sobbed, his voice raw and hoarse.
“Your promises mean nothing until you start keeping them,” she replied firmly, delivering another punishing stroke that made him scream. “And this paddling will go on until I’m convinced you’ve truly learned your lesson.”
Elizabeth stood to the side, her arms crossed as she watched the scene unfold. “You’re doing exactly what he needs,” she said calmly to Daniel’s mother. “Make sure he remembers this every time he thinks about breaking another rule.”
“Oh, he’ll remember,” his mother replied, raising the paddle high. The next swat landed with a resounding SMACK that left Daniel bawling like a child. His legs flailed uselessly, and his fists pounded the sides of the chair as he cried out for her to stop.
“Please, Mommy! Please, no more!” he wailed, his body shaking with sobs.
But his mother was unmoved. She continued paddling him with measured precision, ensuring every inch of his bottom and upper thighs felt the sting of the polished wood. The punishment went on and on, the steady rhythm of the paddle never faltering.
As he lay across his mother’s lap, the sting of the paddle building into an unbearable crescendo, his mind raced with a storm of conflicting emotions. Each sharp CRACK of the polished wood against his bare, swollen skin sent fresh waves of pain coursing through him, but it was the humiliation that truly overwhelmed him, the searing realization of how thoroughly he had been reduced.
He thought back to his teenage years, to the last time his mother had taken him over her knee. He’d been eighteen, still young enough to be put in his place but old enough to feel the crushing shame of it. He had vowed to himself that he would never allow it to happen again. Yet here he was, fully grown, naked, and sobbing like a toddler, his mother wielding the paddle with the same unrelenting precision that had burned itself into his memory.
And worse, this time he wasn’t alone with her. His wife—Elizabeth—stood just a few feet away, her arms crossed as she watched the spectacle unfold with an air of calm authority. Knowing she was there, witnessing every kick of his legs, every broken sob, every pleading cry, made the situation infinitely more humiliating. She had seen him at his strongest, his most confident, but now she was watching as his mother stripped away every shred of dignity he had left.
How did it come to this? he thought desperately, his face hot with shame. I’m a grown man… I’m supposed to be the head of my household, not… not this!
But the paddle didn’t stop. Each punishing stroke left him sobbing harder, his body jerking involuntarily as his mother’s firm grip kept him securely in place. Her steady voice cut through his thoughts, scolding him like a naughty child. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Daniel. Acting out like this, breaking promises—this is exactly what happens to little boys who don’t behave.”
Little boys. The words stung almost as much as the paddle. He felt as though he had been transported back in time, the commanding presence of his mother erasing any semblance of the man he thought he was. And Elizabeth—his wife—had not only allowed this to happen but had encouraged it. The thought made his chest tighten with a mix of anger and shame.
“Do you see what happens when you don’t act like a grown man?” his mother’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. “You’re treated like the little boy you’ve been acting like. And we don’t care how old you are, Daniel—if you can’t control yourself, we will.”
He sobbed harder, her words cutting deep as the paddle came down again with a resounding CRACK. The pain was unbearable, but it was the humiliation—the sense of being utterly powerless—that truly reduced him. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but there was no escape, no reprieve.
Through the haze of his tears, he caught a glimpse of Elizabeth. Her expression wasn’t mocking, but there was no sympathy in her eyes either. She looked satisfied—approving, even. She had handed him over to his mother’s discipline without hesitation, and now she was watching as the lesson unfolded.
She thinks I deserve this, he thought miserably. She thinks I need this. Maybe… maybe she’s right.
As his mother’s voice rang out again, sharp and commanding, Daniel felt a deep sense of regression, as though he truly were nothing more than a toddler being disciplined for bad behavior. And the worst part? He knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Each sharp CRACK of the polished paddle against his bare, reddened skin left him kicking and crying like a small child, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. His legs flailed helplessly, his voice hoarse as he choked out plea after plea for mercy.
“P-please, Mommy! Please stop!” he wailed, tears streaming down his face.
His mother paused momentarily, the paddle hovering in the air as she pressed her free hand firmly against his lower back to keep him in place. “Stop?” she repeated, her voice calm but firm. “Not until I hear what I need from you, young man.”
Daniel sniffled and gasped for breath, his hands clenching and unclenching as he gripped the chair legs tightly. “W-what do you want, Mommy?” he stammered, his voice cracking.
“I want you to promise to be Mommy’s good little boy from now on,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And I want you to say it, Daniel—out loud.”
He froze for a moment, fresh humiliation washing over him. His bottom throbbed with a fiery ache, and the thought of saying such childish words only deepened his shame. But the weight of the paddle resting against his swollen, burning cheeks was a clear reminder that disobedience wasn’t an option.
“I-I promise…” he began haltingly, his voice trembling. “I promise to be M-Mommy’s good little boy…”
His mother tightened her grip slightly, leaning closer as her tone grew sharper. “Say it properly, Daniel. Look me in the eyes and say it like you mean it.”
With great effort, Daniel turned his tear-streaked face to look back at her, his bottom lip quivering. “I promise to be Mommy’s good little boy,” he sobbed, his voice breaking with humiliation.
His mother nodded approvingly, but her expression remained stern. “Good,” she said. “And now tell me—what happens when you’re not Mommy’s good little boy, Daniel?”
His body stiffened at her words, a fresh wave of tears spilling down his cheeks as he realized what she wanted him to say. He let out a shaky breath, his voice barely audible as he replied, “I… I get a paddling, Mommy.”
“That’s right,” she said firmly, tapping the paddle lightly against his swollen backside. “And do you think you’ll forget that now?”
“N-no, Mommy,” he whimpered, his entire body trembling. “I won’t forget… I promise…”
“Good boy,” she said, her tone softening just slightly. “But we’re not quite done yet. A promise like that needs to be sealed with a proper reminder.”
With that, she raised the paddle again, resuming the paddling with sharp, measured strokes that left Daniel kicking and wailing all over again. Each swat was a vivid reinforcement of the lesson, ensuring that his promise would be etched into his mind—and his tender, swollen backside—for a long time to come.
Apologies
By the time she finally set the paddle down, Daniel was a sobbing, broken mess. His face was soaked with tears, his nose running, and his voice hoarse from crying. His bottom was a deep, angry red, swollen and radiating heat. The pain was unbearable, a fiery ache that would linger for days.
“Now,” his mother said, resting a firm hand on his back, “have you learned your lesson, Daniel?”
“Yes, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I’m s-sorry… I’ll be a good little boy…”
“You’d better,” she replied, helping him to his feet. He stumbled slightly, his hands instinctively moving to rub his throbbing backside.
“Hands at your sides,” Elizabeth snapped, her sharp tone making him flinch. “You don’t have the privilege of rubbing right now.”
Daniel obeyed, his face burning with humiliation as he stood naked and exposed before them, his body trembling. His mother looked him over with a satisfied expression, the paddle still gleaming ominously on the table.
“Thank your mommy for disciplining you,” Elizabeth commanded.
“Th-thank you, Mommy,” Daniel stammered, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks.
“You’re welcome, dear,” his mother replied, her tone softening slightly. “And remember, if you ever act out again, you’ll be paddled again, just as it used to be.”
Elizabeth watched him with a mix of satisfaction and awe. Her arms were crossed, and a faint smile played on her lips as she observed his pitiful state. “It’s remarkable,” she said to his mother, her voice calm but tinged with amazement. “He’s completely regressed. That paddling has regressed him back to the mindset of a naughty toddler. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so submissive.”
His mother chuckled lightly, folding her hands in her lap as she leaned back on the sofa. “That’s the power of maternal discipline,” she said knowingly. “When it’s done right, it takes away all of his pride, all of his defiance, and leaves him with nothing but respect and obedience.”
Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Daniel as he continued to sob quietly. “You’re absolutely right. This is exactly the kind of discipline he’s needed.”
“Which is why,” his mother said, turning to Elizabeth with a serious expression, “I think it’s time for you to fully step into the maternal role during his punishments. From now on, you should assume the maternal role when he misbehaves.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the suggestion. “You really think so?”
“I do,” his mother replied firmly. “He’s your husband, yes, but when it comes to discipline, he needs a mommy figure. Someone who won’t hesitate to correct him when he steps out of line. You’ve already proven you’re capable, and with a little more practice, you’ll be just as effective as I am—if not more.”
Elizabeth smiled faintly, the idea clearly appealing to her. “You know,” she said, her tone calm but resolute, “I think you’re right. If this is what it takes to keep him in line, I’ll do it. And I’ll make sure he knows exactly who’s in charge. Do you accept that, Daniel.”
Daniel sniffled loudly, finally finding the courage to speak. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he said softly, his voice trembling.
His mother immediately snapped her gaze to him, her tone sharp. “No, Daniel. When you’re being disciplined, you don’t address Elizabeth as ‘ma’am.’ You address her as Mommy. If I’m Mommy during your punishments, so is Elizabeth. From now on, when you’re being disciplined, you will call her Mommy. Is that understood?”
Daniel’s face burned with embarrassment, but the fiery sting in his bottom reminded him that arguing would only make things worse. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he choked out, directing the words toward Elizabeth as his tears spilled over again.
Elizabeth’s smile widened slightly, her arms still crossed as she looked at him with satisfaction. “That’s better,” she said, her voice cool and authoritative. “You have two mommies now, Daniel, and we’ll both make sure you stay on the right path.”
His mother nodded approvingly. “Exactly. And remember, Daniel, having two mommies means you’ll always have someone watching out for you—and someone to punish you if you forget your place.”
Daniel sniffled again, his face crimson as he mumbled, “Yes, Mommies…”
Both women exchanged pleased glances, their satisfaction evident. Elizabeth stepped closer, tilting her head slightly as she regarded Daniel with a maternal sternness that made him squirm. “Go lie down now,” she instructed. “I’ll join you soon with some cold cream for those toasted buns.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Daniel whispered, shuffling awkwardly toward the hallway. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to cover himself, but he didn’t dare disobey their rules. As he disappeared down the hall, his sobs still faintly audible, Elizabeth turned back to his mother with a satisfied smile.
“Two mommies,” she said thoughtfully. “I think this arrangement is going to work beautifully.”
His mother chuckled softly. “Oh, it absolutely will. He won’t know what hit him.”
Aftercare
After Daniel’s mother departed, leaving Elizabeth with the paddle still resting on the coffee table, the house fell quiet save for the muffled sound of Daniel’s occasional sniffles coming from the bedroom. Elizabeth moved methodically, putting away the tea cups and straightening the room, her mind already turning to her next step. Satisfied that everything was in order, she walked to the kitchen, retrieved a jar of cold cream from a cabinet, and headed toward the bedroom.
As she entered, the sight before her made her pause. Daniel was lying face-down on the bed, his bare, reddened bottom trembling slightly as he cried softly into the pillow. It was swollen and glowing from the thorough paddling, a testament to his mother’s skillful discipline. His hands clutched the sheets, his posture utterly defeated.
Elizabeth stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She held up the jar of cream and spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Daniel,” she said gently, walking toward the bed, “I brought something to help soothe you.”
Daniel turned his head slightly, his tear-streaked face peeking out from the pillow. His eyes were wide with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude, and his voice was hoarse as he replied, “Th-thank you… Mommy.”
Elizabeth’s lips curved into a faint smile at his obedience, but her tone remained steady as she approached the bed and sat down beside him. “You’ve had a hard day,” she said softly, unscrewing the jar of cream. “But it was necessary, and I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I-I have,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’ll b-be good, I promise…”
“I’m sure you will,” she replied, dipping her fingers into the cool cream. “Now, stay still. This is going to help.”
Daniel flinched slightly as she placed her hand on his inflamed bottom, the touch cold against his overheated skin. But as Elizabeth began to gently rub the cream over the tender, swollen surface, his body relaxed slightly, the soothing sensation providing a measure of relief.
“This is what happens, Daniel,” she said as she worked the cream into his skin with firm but gentle strokes, “when you cross the line. Your mother and I aren’t doing this to be cruel—we’re doing it because we care about you.”
“I-I know,” he sniffled, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I’m sorry, Mommy…”
Her hand paused for a moment, resting lightly on his sore skin. “I know you are,” she said softly. “But it’s not just about being sorry, Daniel. It’s about proving you can do better. Actions speak louder than words.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Elizabeth continued to apply the cream, her movements slow and deliberate as she ensured every inch of his tender skin was soothed. Despite the vulnerability of the moment, her tone remained calm and authoritative, a clear reminder that her care was rooted in discipline, not indulgence.
“Now, spread your legs a little, Daniel,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.
Daniel froze, his entire body stiffening as fresh humiliation surged through him. “M-Mommy…?” he stammered, his voice cracking.
“You heard me,” she said, her tone sharp enough to make him flinch. “I need to finish applying the cream. Spread your legs.”
Shaking with embarrassment, Daniel hesitated for only a moment before obeying, shifting his legs apart slightly as his face burned against the pillow. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips, his mortification complete.
Elizabeth dipped her fingers back into the jar of cold cream, scooping out a generous amount. Without hesitation, she reached between his legs, her hand brushing lightly against his most sensitive area. The coolness of the cream was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his punished bottom, and Daniel let out a sharp gasp, his body jolting slightly at the unexpected touch.
“Stay still,” Elizabeth commanded, her voice steady and authoritative. “I told you—I need to finish.”
Daniel whimpered again, his voice trembling as he replied, “Y-yes, Mommy…”
Elizabeth’s hand moved gently but deliberately, her fingers spreading the cream between his thighs and further forward, rubbing lightly over his stiffening cock and balls. Daniel let out a choked cry, his body twitching involuntarily as the sensation overwhelmed him.
“Mommy, please!” he cried out, his voice a mix of confusion and desperation. “W-what are you doing?”
“Exactly what I said I’d do,” Elizabeth replied calmly, her hand continuing its slow, deliberate movements. “You’re my little boy right now, Daniel, and it’s my job to take care of you—every part of you.”
The duality of her role left Daniel utterly bewildered. On one hand, she was his wife, the woman who knew him intimately. On the other, she was commanding him to address her as Mommy, treating him with the same firm authority his mother had just displayed. The combination was overwhelming, and his emotions spiraled as the sensations from her touch stirred an unmistakable reaction in his body.
“N-no…” he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes again as his confusion mounted. “Mommy, please stop…”
Elizabeth paused for a moment, her hand still resting gently between his legs against his hardness. “Do you feel that?” she asked, her tone firm but calm.
Daniel nodded weakly, his face still pressed into the pillow. “Y-yes, Mommy…”
“And do you understand why this is happening?” she continued, her voice taking on a slightly teasing edge.
“B-because… because you’re touching me there…” he stammered, his voice cracking with embarrassment.
Elizabeth chuckled softly, her hand resuming its slow, deliberate motions. “That’s right,” she said. “And it’s also because you’re completely under my control right now. Your body reacts because it’s mine to command, just like the rest of you.”
Daniel let out a soft sob, his face burning with shame as the unwanted arousal built despite his protests. “I’m sorry, Mommy…” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I’m so confused…”
“You’re doing so well, Daniel,” Elizabeth said softly, her tone soothing but still laced with authority. “Let Mommy take care of everything. You don’t need to fight it.”
“B-but… Mommy…” Daniel choked out, his voice trembling. He felt the tension in his body grow unbearable, every nerve heightened by the humiliation of being in such a vulnerable position. His tears flowed freely, and his sobs turned into desperate gasps as his body responded against his will.
Elizabeth’s hand didn’t falter, her movements slow and methodical, ensuring that the tension in him only built further. She leaned closer, her voice soft but firm as she whispered, “There’s no shame in it, Daniel. Your body knows who’s in control now. Let it happen. Let Mommy handle everything.”
Her words sent him over the edge. With a choked cry, Daniel’s body gave in completely, the humiliating release leaving him trembling and sobbing uncontrollably. His hands gripped the sheets as his body shuddered, and the tears streamed down his face in a torrent of shame and confusion.
Elizabeth didn’t stop until he had fully ejaculated into her hand. Only then did she pause, pulling her hand away carefully and wiping it clean with a cloth and sitting back slightly to admire the sight before her: Daniel, utterly broken, lying across the bed with his face buried in the pillow and his body trembling in the aftermath.
“Good boy,” she said softly, her tone both soothing and authoritative. “You’ve done exactly what Mommy wanted.”
“I… I’m sorry, Mommy,” Daniel sobbed, his voice barely audible. “I… I didn’t mean to…”
Elizabeth placed a hand gently on his back, rubbing in slow circles as she spoke. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Daniel. This was exactly what you needed—to let go completely and let Mommy take care of you.”
He didn’t respond, his sobs muffled against the pillow as the humiliation of the moment overwhelmed him. Elizabeth leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head. “You’re mine, Daniel,” she said firmly. “And this is how it’s going to be from now on. No more resistance, no more defiance. You belong to Mommy.”
“Yes… Mommy…” he whispered, his voice thick with tears.
Elizabeth stood, smoothing her skirt as she picked up the jar of cream and the cloth. “Rest now, little one,” she said, her tone gentle as she left the room.
