Fiction: Larry’s Education (FF/M)

An interesting story, this time about a strict HoH stepmom and her 18-year old stepson. I’m quite proud of this one, which is a collab with a gentleman who sent me his raw fantasy ideas. Thank you, Sir!

Chapter 1: Larry’s New Home

It had been a week since Larry had moved into his new home. At 18 he’d moved away from his mom whom he grew up with, and in with his dad to attend a nearby college. As a result, he had also moved in with his new stepmom, Audrey, and her 20-year-old daughter, Carol. He had never lived in the same house with a girl near his age, and he felt nervous about it.

On his second day, with his father away on business (as he frequently was), he’d been sitting on the couch in the living room, trying to act casual, but his stepmother Audrey had a way of making even the simplest conversations feel serious.

She had entered and sat across from him, her posture poised, her piercing blue eyes locked on his. Audrey wasn’t like any other woman he had met—strict, confident, and stunningly attractive in a way that made Larry feel more self-conscious than he wanted to admit. Her form-fitting blouse, tailored skirt, and elegant hose and heels made him hyper-aware of her authority and, embarrassingly, his own body’s response to it.

“Well, Larry,” she began, her voice firm but not unkind. “Now that you’re living under this roof, it’s important you understand how things work here.”

Larry nodded quickly, his mouth dry. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

Audrey’s sharp gaze froze him in place, and she tilted her head slightly. “Excuse me?” she said, her tone cutting through the room like a knife.

“What?” Larry stammered, confused.

“That tone,” she said sternly, her eyes narrowing. “That dismissive attitude has no place in my home. Your mother may have let it pass, but if you want to be treated like an adult in my home, you will speak to me with respect, or we can end this conversation and begin your first lesson in proper manners immediately. Is that clear?”

Larry’s stomach flipped, and he quickly straightened in his seat, realizing his mistake. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, the heat rising to his face.

“Better,” she said, though her gaze lingered on him for another moment, as if daring him to step out of line again. “I don’t tolerate insolence, Larry. Not in tone, not in words, not in behavior. Keep that in mind.”

He nodded fervently, feeling both embarrassed and slightly intimidated. Audrey let the moment hang in the air before continuing, her voice resuming its calm but authoritative tone.

“I need to be clear about the rules,” she said. “There’s no room for misunderstandings. First, you’ll help with household chores. That means dishes, taking out the trash, tidying up—whatever needs to be done.

“Second, you’ll respect everyone’s privacy. That means no snooping, no inappropriate questions, and certainly no touching what isn’t yours.”

Larry flushed, his thoughts briefly flashing to how tempting it had been to peek into Carol’s room earlier that day. Did she know? Did Audrey know?

“Third,” she continued, her voice unwavering, “there will be no lying. None. I can’t stand dishonesty.”

“Fourth, no swearing. I expect you to conduct yourself like a gentleman in this house.”

Larry hesitated for a moment but decided against saying anything that might land him back in trouble. He nodded obediently.

“And lastly,” Audrey said, her voice dropping slightly, making Larry’s stomach tighten, “there will be absolutely no pornography in this house. Do I make myself clear?”

Larry’s head snapped up, his face burning as if she’d just caught him red-handed. He stammered, “Y-yeah, sure. Of course.”

Audrey’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Excuse me?” she said again, her voice now ice-cold. “That response wasn’t acceptable.”

Larry’s heart pounded in his chest. “I-I mean, yes, ma’am. I understand. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” she replied, her tone softening just slightly, though her gaze remained firm. “I need you to understand how serious I am about this. Pornography has no place here. Not on your phone, not on your computer. If I find out you’ve broken this rule… well, let’s just say, there will be consequences.”

Larry shifted in his seat, his palms clammy. Her strictness embarrassed him, but the unexpected warmth stirring in his chest and lower stomach was even more unsettling. He well understood why the mere mention of punishment, of her authority, was having this effect on him.

Audrey leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a grace that only made his discomfort worse. “Now, there’s one more thing you need to know,” she said. “When someone breaks the rules in this house, I deal with it swiftly and directly. I believe in discussing the matter thoroughly, but those discussions usually happen with the offender across my lap, bare-bottomed.”

Larry’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing as her words sank in. His face turned a deep shade of red, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady. For years, he had secretly harbored a fascination—an obsession—with spanking, surfing the web late at night for anything related to domestic discipline, indulging his fantasies in private. Now, the very thing he had spent years fantasizing about was being laid out plainly before him, and he felt equal parts fear and arousal.

“Do you understand what that means, Larry?” Audrey asked, her voice cutting through his racing thoughts.

He nodded quickly, unable to meet her eyes. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Her sharp gaze lingered on him, and her faint smile widened slightly. “You’re blushing,” she observed, her tone calm but pointed. “And your pulse has picked up. Is there something about what I’ve just said that has you so flustered?”

Larry’s stomach dropped, and he shook his head quickly, his words stumbling out. “N-no, ma’am! I just—I didn’t expect—”

“Didn’t expect what?” Audrey pressed, her eyebrow arching. “Discipline? Consequences? Or the mention of going over my knee with your bare bottom exposed?”

Larry’s face burned hotter, his hands clenching nervously in his lap. “I—I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Audrey’s expression grew more knowing, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “Well,” she said evenly, “you’d best get used to the idea, Larry. Because I won’t hesitate to enforce the rules in this household. And trust me, when you find yourself across my knee, it will be a punishment you won’t soon forget.”

Larry’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a mix of fear, shame, and something else he was too embarrassed to name. He prayed she wouldn’t notice the subtle signs of his inner turmoil, but the glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. Audrey straightened, her commanding presence leaving no room for argument as she delivered her final warning.

“Keep that in mind, Larry,” she said coolly. “This is your first and only reminder. If you break the rules, there will be no discussion—only action. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry whispered, his voice trembling as he nodded.

“I don’t enjoy punishing anyone,” Audrey went on, her tone matter-of-fact, “but I believe it’s necessary to maintain order. It’s fair, it’s consistent, and it ensures everyone understands the consequences of their actions.”

He squirmed in his seat, the thought of being spanked by Audrey filling him with equal parts embarrassment and curiosity. He felt as though she could read his thoughts—her eyes seemed to linger on him a beat too long, as if she knew exactly how uncomfortable he was.

“Do you have any questions?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Larry shook his head quickly, his cheeks on fire. “No. No ma’am, I mean. No questions.”

“Good,” she said with a small, satisfied smile. “Then I expect you to follow the rules. If you don’t, you’ll find out firsthand what happens when you don’t respect the structure of this household. Of course, the rules apply to everyone under this roof. No one is exempt from discipline.”

Larry blinked, trying to process her words. “Wait… everyone?”

Audrey nodded, a small, almost knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “That’s right. That includes your step-sister of course, and your father.”

Larry’s jaw dropped slightly before he could stop himself. “My… my dad?” he stammered. The thought was too surreal to grasp. His father, the man he’d always thought of as the ultimate figure of authority, subject to discipline? From Audrey?

“Yes, Larry, your father,” Audrey said matter-of-factly, as though she were discussing the weather. “When we married, he agreed to follow these rules. And when he steps out of line, I hold him accountable, just as I do with Carol, and will do with you.”

Larry swallowed hard, his face flushing at the mental image. “You… you mean…?”

“I mean exactly what you’re thinking,” Audrey said coolly, clearly picking up on his discomfort. “Your father has found himself across my lap more than once, bare-bottomed and receiving the discipline he earned. It’s not something I enjoy, but I’m very consistent. No one is above the rules here.”

Larry felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. He couldn’t imagine his dad—stoic, confident, and always in control—submitting to this kind of punishment. It seemed impossible. And yet, the calm certainty in Audrey’s tone made it clear she wasn’t exaggerating.

“I… I didn’t think…” he began, but his words faltered.

“You didn’t think I was serious?” Audrey finished for him, her sharp gaze pinning him in place. “Or perhaps you didn’t think your father could be held accountable? Let me assure you, Larry, he’s not nearly as immune to correction as you might think.”

Larry’s head swam. He didn’t know what to say, his thoughts a jumble of disbelief and a strange, embarrassing curiosity. He glanced at the floor, trying to avoid her piercing stare.

“As for Carol,” Audrey continued, her voice softening slightly, “she’s not excused either. She knows the rules and what happens when they’re broken. In fact, she’s had her fair share of visits to the Discussion Room over the years, though far fewer recently, I must say.”

Larry’s stomach tightened. Hearing Audrey speak so matter-of-factly about spanking his step-sister and his father—it was almost too much to process.

“I expect you to take this seriously,” Audrey added. “This isn’t about humiliation or power for the sake of power. It’s about maintaining order, respect, and accountability in this household. Everyone follows the same standard. That includes you, Larry.”

Larry’s head swam as Audrey’s words sank in. The images his mind conjured were surreal, and a strange mixture of shock and embarrassment washed over him. For a moment, he found himself blurting out a question before he could think better of it.

“So… are you subject to the same discipline?”

The words hung in the air, and he immediately regretted them. Audrey’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing into a glare that made his stomach drop.

“Excuse me?” she said, her tone colder than ice.

Larry stammered, already trying to backpedal. “I-I just mean… you said everyone—”

“Enough,” she interrupted sharply, her voice cutting him off like a whip. She rose from her chair, standing tall and imposing. “That question is impertinent, disrespectful, and completely inappropriate. What happens in this household is not up for your scrutiny, and it is certainly not your place to question my authority.”

Larry shrank back into the couch, his cheeks burning with humiliation. “I… I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Didn’t you?” she cut in again, her eyes flashing. “Because it sounded to me like you were questioning whether I’m held accountable in the same way as the people I am responsible for. Let me make one thing perfectly clear, young man: I don’t answer to you, and I will not tolerate such insolence, not in my house, not anywhere.”

Larry swallowed hard, the weight of her gaze pinning him in place. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

“Oh, you’ll be sorry if you ever ask a question like that again,” Audrey said, crossing her arms. “I’m already wondering if you’re in need of an early lesson in respect. Maybe a bar of soap in that mouth of yours would remind you how to address me appropriately.”

Larry’s stomach flipped at her words. “No, ma’am,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I won’t—”

“See that you don’t,” she snapped. “Because the next time you forget yourself, we won’t be having this conversation in the living room. We’ll be having it in the Discussion Room, and I’ll be the one deciding just how you learn your lesson.”

Larry nodded fervently, his face hot and his palms clammy. “Yes, ma’am. I understand.”

Audrey gave him a long, scrutinizing look before letting out a soft “hmph” and returning to her seat. She smoothed her skirt as though nothing had happened, though the tension in the room remained palpable.

“Now,” she said briskly, “where were we? Ah, yes. Discipline applies to your father, Carol, and yourself. But don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re in any position to question or challenge me. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry whispered, his heart racing.

“Good,” she said, her tone softening just slightly. “Then I trust we won’t have any further misunderstandings.”

Larry swallowed hard, nodding mutely. As Audrey stood and left the room, he remained frozen in place, his mind racing. That conversation had been more than just embarrassing—it had been overwhelming, leaving him feeling exposed and strangely exhilarated. It was as if she had peeled back the layers of his thoughts and laid them bare, making him question himself in ways he never had before.

Chapter 2: His Father’s Spanking

The days following Audrey’s initial talk about the rules of the household were anything but peaceful for Larry. Her calm, matter-of-fact description of punishment had left him rattled—especially the way she emphasized that it would be done on his bare bottom, over her lap. But what unsettled him even more was how she seemed to bring up the subject of discipline at random moments, each time planting more fear and anticipation in his mind.

One evening, as Larry was finishing the dinner dishes, Audrey passed by on her way to the pantry. She paused just behind him, her presence making the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Larry,” she said casually, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable edge, “I trust you’re keeping my rules in mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said quickly, his hands shaking slightly as he scrubbed a plate.

“Good,” she replied, lingering for a moment. Then, as though it were an afterthought, she added, “Because if you don’t, I can promise you this: a spanking from me isn’t something you’ll ever forget. It’s not just about the pain, though trust me, there will be plenty of that.”

Larry froze, his grip tightening on the dish in his hands. His stomach churned as he listened, unable to bring himself to look at her.

“You’ll also feel every ounce of shame when you’re stripped bare, over my lap, knowing you’ve earned every single swat,” Audrey continued, her tone growing sharper. “And if I feel you need a little extra help understanding the severity of your actions, I can be very creative. A bare-bottom spanking is just the start, Larry. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm,” she murmured, her gaze still fixed on him. “I hope you do. Because if I ever decide you need one of my ‘lessons,’ you won’t just feel it—you’ll be embarrassed beyond belief. You’ll be humbled. And by the time I’m done, you’ll think twice before you ever break one of my rules again.”

With that, she walked away, her heels clicking softly on the floor, leaving Larry gripping the edge of the sink, his heart pounding and his face burning.

A few days later, while Larry vacuumed the living room, Audrey entered to adjust a throw pillow on the couch. She glanced at him, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“You’re being very diligent, Larry,” she said approvingly.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replied, relieved to hear something positive.

“But you should know,” she continued, her tone shifting slightly, “I notice everything. If you think you can get away with lying or disrespecting the rules, you’re sorely mistaken. And when I punish, Larry, I don’t just make sure you feel it. I make sure you remember it.”

Larry hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Audrey didn’t wait for him. “For instance,” she added, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed slightly, “sometimes a simple spanking isn’t enough. Maybe you’ll find yourself doing chores afterward, bare-bottomed. Maybe you’ll spend some time standing in the corner, reflecting on your behavior, where anyone walking by can see what happens to rule-breakers. Trust me, Larry—I can be very creative when I need to be.”

Larry’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he swallowed hard, his mind racing at her words. “I—I understand, ma’am,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“Good,” Audrey said with a satisfied nod. “But just so you’re aware, no matter how creative I get, one thing is certain: when you’re over my lap, bare and bawling, the lesson will sink in. You’ll know exactly what you’ve done wrong—and you’ll be sufficiently punished to ensure you never do it again.”

Larry finished vacuuming in silence, his ears ringing with her words. The casual way she spoke about his potential punishments left him feeling utterly powerless.

Another moment came one afternoon while Larry was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing a snack. Audrey walked in, setting her handbag on the counter, and gave him a pointed look.

“Larry,” she said suddenly, her tone sharp and cutting, “do you know why I punish the way I do?”

Larry blinked, startled by the question. “N-no, ma’am,” he stammered.

“Because it works,” she said, stepping closer. “It’s not just about the pain—though, as I’ve mentioned, there will be plenty of that. It’s about stripping away every ounce of arrogance, every shred of defiance. It’s about making you feel small and humbled, so you truly understand the impact of your actions.”

Larry squirmed in his seat, his face burning. “I—I understand, ma’am.”

Audrey arched an eyebrow, her gaze steady and unyielding. “Do you? Because if you ever break my rules, you’ll be standing bare and vulnerable, knowing full well that every single swat is deserved. And trust me, Larry, there’s nothing more humiliating than that.”

She lingered for a moment, her eyes boring into him, before turning to leave the room. As she walked away, she added casually, “Oh, and if it does come to that, you won’t just feel it for days. You’ll be reminded every time you try to sit down for the next week.”

Larry slumped in his chair as her words hung in the air, his heart racing. The combination of her calm authority and her vivid descriptions left him rattled and anxious, constantly wondering if—and when—he might find himself on the receiving end of one of her punishments.

However, one evening, an event occurred that left Larry in no doubt whatsoever about his stepmother’s seriousness.

He was lying in his bed, the soft glow of his bedside lamp illuminating the pages of the novel he was attempting to read. The house had been peaceful earlier, with his father home for the first time in weeks between business trips. Dinner had been calm, and afterward, everyone retreated to their spaces for the night. But that tranquility was shattered when the sound began.

A sharp, unmistakable crack echoed faintly through the walls, followed by another, and another. At first, Larry thought he was imagining it. But then he heard it again—deliberate, steady, and powerful. His stomach twisted as his ears perked, straining to hear.

Then came another sound: a muffled voice, low and trembling. Larry froze. His father’s voice. He couldn’t make out the words, but it was unmistakably him.

Another loud crack broke through, followed by what could only be a pained cry. Larry’s breath caught in his throat. His father was being spanked. Not just a light, disciplinary swat, but a full, relentless punishment, and it was happening nearby, in the locked room adjoining his that Audrey called the “Discussion Room.”

His father’s cries grew louder, though muffled through the insulated walls, rising and falling between the steady, rhythmic sound of the spanking. Larry’s mind raced, unable to process what he was hearing. His father—the man he had always seen as commanding, stoic, and in control—was reduced to this.

The spanking went on and on, the minutes stretching into what felt like eternity. Each sharp crack seemed more deliberate than the last, and his father’s muffled voice became more desperate. Was he pleading? Apologizing? Larry couldn’t tell, but the raw emotion in the cries made his stomach churn. The punishment didn’t let up; Audrey’s hand—or was it a paddle?—landed again and again, unrelenting.

Larry’s imagination ran wild. Had his father done something serious to deserve this? Was Audrey scolding him as she spanked? And then the thought came, unbidden—what would it feel like to be in his father’s place? Bent over Audrey’s lap, exposed, vulnerable, and subject to her iron will. The idea filled him with a mix of dread and something else he didn’t want to name.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the sounds stopped. The sudden silence was deafening, and Larry’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process what he had just heard. He lay frozen, his ears straining to catch any sign of movement.

And then, faintly, he heard something that made his blood run cold. Two sets of footsteps moved down the hall, one heavier than the other. Audrey’s calm voice said something too quiet for Larry to make out, but it was followed by a familiar, cheerful voice: Carol’s.

“That was a good one, Mom,” she said, the words unmistakable, her tone light and approving. “He won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.”

Larry’s heart stopped. Had Carol witnessed it? Had she stood there in the Discussion Room, watching their mother—his stepmother—discipline his father? The thought was almost too surreal to comprehend.

A moment later, his bedroom door creaked open, and Larry’s breath hitched as Audrey poked her head inside. She looked as composed as ever, her expression calm and unreadable, not a single strand of her hair out of place. If she was tired from what had just occurred, she didn’t show it.

“Lights out in five minutes, Larry,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I trust you’ll follow lights out curfew without me having to remind you again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry managed to choke out, his voice trembling slightly. He kept his eyes down, afraid she could somehow sense the turmoil in his thoughts.

“Good,” Audrey said with a small nod. “Sweet dreams.”

She closed the door softly behind her, leaving Larry alone with his feverish imagination. He turned off the light as instructed, but sleep was impossible. His mind raced, replaying the sounds he had heard and the words Carol had spoken. The thought of her witnessing the spanking made his cheeks burn with secondhand embarrassment—and something deeper, a gnawing fear that one day it might be him in that room, with Carol watching.

He tossed and turned, unable to shake the vivid images that flooded his mind. The sounds of his father’s cries, the echo of the spanking, and Carol’s casual remark haunted him, leaving him wondering what kind of power Audrey truly wielded—and what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of it.

He couldn't shake the image of Audrey's firm hand administering a stern punishment, and the thought of Carol watching sent a shiver down his spine.

Before he knew it, he had licked his palm and his hand had slipped under his pyjamas, and he was masturbating to the fantasy of Audrey spanking him, with Carol watching from the sidelines. He pulled out his laptop, carefully concealing the screen's glow with his blankets, and pulled up some of his favorite witnessed spanking images. He lowered his pyjama bottoms to his knees and continued his masturbation.

The thrill of the forbidden activity sent his arousal soaring, and he finally ejaculated into a tissue, which he carefully set aside to dispose of in the morning. As he caught his breath, a pang of guilt struck him. He knew Audrey had a strict no-pornography rule in the house, and he had just broken it.

But the relief he felt was overwhelming, and he finally drifted off to sleep, his mind still racing with the possibilities of a strict stepmom and a watching sister.

Chapter 3: Relationship with Carol

The next day, Larry found himself alone in the kitchen with Carol, the morning light casting a stark contrast to the night's secret activities. He couldn't shake the vivid images from his mind, and his curiosity about the previous night's events was eating away at him. He had to know more.

"Carol," Larry began, his voice a mix of trepidation and intrigue, "did... did Audrey… ummm… spank Dad last night?"

Carol looked up from her breakfast, her expression nonchalant, as if they were discussing the weather. "Yes, she did," she replied matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her coffee.

Larry's eyes widened in disbelief at her candidness. "And you... you were there?"

Carol set her mug down and met his gaze, her tone steady and composed. "Yes, I was. Mom wants me to learn how to handle men. She says it's important for a woman to know how to keep them in line."

Larry felt a flush of embarrassment and arousal as he processed Carol's words. The idea that Audrey was grooming Carol to participate in these disciplinary acts was both shocking and thrilling.

"So, you just... watch?" Larry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For now," Carol replied with a shrug. "But Mom says I'll be ready to assist soon. She wants me to understand the power dynamics at play."

Larry's mind raced with the implications. The thought of Carol not only witnessing but also potentially taking part in the spankings sent a jolt of excitement through him. He imagined the two women, both beautiful and authoritative, dominating the men in the household, father and son, enforcing their will with firm discipline.

"Carol," Larry continued, his voice tinged with apprehension, "if... if I ever needed to be disciplined, would you be there too?"

Carol looked up at him, a small, almost patronizing smile playing on her lips. She reached out and gently patted his cheek, her touch both comforting and unsettling. "Oh, Larry," she said in a tone that was both sisterly and authoritative, "you don't need to worry about that. Just be a good boy and follow Mom's rules. If you do that, nothing like that will happen to you."

Larry's heart pounded in his chest. Hearing Carol talk about him being spanked sent a shiver down his spine, but her reassurance that he was a "good boy" was both soothing and demeaning.

"Your dad had it coming," Carol continued, her voice steady and confident. "He overspent on his last business trip, and Mom had to teach him a lesson. But you, Larry, you're different. You're smart, you're obedient. Just keep it that way, and you won't have to experience what your dad did."

"Thanks, Carol," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed with a complex cocktail of emotions.

That conversation seemed to open a dam in Larry and Carol’s sibling relationship.

At first, he had felt awkward around her. She was beautiful, confident, and seemed to have an effortless ease about her that made Larry self-conscious. Larry had never lived with a sister before, and moving in with Carol had brought about a whirlwind of emotions he hadn’t been prepared for. Carol was friendly and open, often treating him like an old friend rather than a new family member. Her confidence and ease in her own skin only added to her allure, and Larry found himself drawn to her in ways he knew were inappropriate.

It started with small things. He’d linger too long in the kitchen while she chatted casually about her day, his eyes wandering to the way her leggings hugged her hips or how her tank top rode up slightly when she reached for something on the top shelf. These fleeting glances soon turned into something more. His thoughts at night drifted to Carol, her laugh, her confident smirk, the way she teased him about being the “baby brother” of the house. The line between admiration and something more unsettling blurred quickly.

One afternoon, while everyone was out, Larry found himself pacing nervously outside Carol’s room. His heart pounded as he pushed the door open, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. He knew it was wrong, but his curiosity—mixed with something darker—propelled him forward. His gaze landed on her dresser, and he hesitated for only a moment before pulling open the top drawer.

The sight of her neatly folded panties sent a rush of adrenaline through him. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he picked up a lacy pair, the soft fabric almost burning in his hand. Before he could think twice, he stuffed it into his pocket, the thrill of his theft both exhilarating and guilt-inducing.

Over the next few days, his fascination with Carol deepened. He began asking her questions—not about her classes or her hobbies, but about her personal life. One day, while they were alone in the living room, he leaned in and asked, “Do you, uh, ever give guys oral sex? I mean… do you enjoy it?”

Carol froze for a split second, her expression unreadable. But then she gave a nonchalant shrug. “I think that’s kind of a private question, don’t you?”

Larry flushed but pressed on. “Yeah, I guess, but… you’ve been so open, so I just thought maybe you wouldn’t mind.”

Carol smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I don’t mind sharing some things, Larry, but there are limits.”

Larry stammered, his face flushing. “I was just curious. I mean… I’ve never really had anyone to talk to about this stuff before.”

Carol seemed to buy the excuse, but her teasing smirk made him squirm. “Well, I guess I’ve done… some things. But that’s my business, isn’t it?” she said with a wink, ruffling his hair playfully before leaving the room.

Her vague answer only fueled Larry’s fantasies, and he found himself sneaking back into her room on several occasions, taking another pair of her panties to add to the first, and even rifling through her personal items. He knew it was wrong, but the thrill of it, combined with his growing obsession with Carol, was something he couldn’t resist.

Her relatively gentle pushback to his oral sex question emboldened him. A few days later, he asked something even more intrusive, mostly for the thrill of even asking. He got up his nerve and nonchalantly asked, “What about… anal?” he blurted out, feeling his face heat up. “Like… have you ever done that? Do girls actually enjoy it?”

This time, Carol gave him a hard look, though she didn’t immediately call him out. “Larry,” she said slowly, “that’s… a lot. Maybe you should think about why you’re asking these things.”

Embarrassed, Larry mumbled an apology, but the damage was done. Carol didn’t tell him at the time, but she made a mental note to speak with her mother. She knew Audrey would want to address this, and given how Audrey handled discipline in their household, Larry’s line of questioning wasn’t going to go unnoticed.

When Carol reported Larry’s increasingly intrusive questions, Audrey’s response was immediate. “Thank you for telling me, Carol,” she said with a calm but stern expression. “This is unacceptable behavior, and Larry will be dealt with. In fact, I think it’s high time I carried out a full inspection of his room and his computer, see what he’s been up to.”

“I’ll help with the computer Mom. Probably nothing good, given those questions,” Carol ventured.

“Indeed,” Audrey replied.

Chapter 4: Welcome to the Discussion Room

Larry sat at the dinner table, his father out of town yet again, nervously picking at the remains of his meal, unsure of how he felt about the dynamics of his new living situation. His new stepmother was friendly yet imposing, radiating a quiet authority that made it clear she was used to being obeyed. Her rules were simple, but the way she discussed discipline sent a shiver down his spine every time she mentioned it.

Carol, Audrey’s daughter, had become something of a confidant. She was kind, warm, and oddly eager to warn him about her mother’s strict approach to discipline.

“Trust me, Larry,” Carol had said one afternoon, her tone conspiratorial, “you do not want to end up in the Discussion Room. Mom takes her job as Head of Household very seriously.”

Larry had nodded along, but deep down, he wasn’t so sure. He had always been drawn to the idea of spanking—he couldn’t explain it, but it fascinated and excited him. The thought of being across Audrey’s lap, her firm hand or a wooden paddle delivering swift consequences, made his heart race. At the same time, he was terrified of what might happen if his fantasies became reality.

For weeks, Larry had been testing boundaries. He’d left the table without helping with dishes, used a few choice swear words, and even skipped his assigned chores. To his dismay, Audrey didn’t seem to notice. He found himself torn—relieved that he hadn’t been punished, yet disappointed that his curiosity about her “Discussions” remained unsatisfied.

But tonight, everything changed.

As dinner ended, Audrey stood and fixed him with a calm but firm gaze. “Larry, you’re excused from cleanup tonight. I need you to go to the Discussion Room and wait for me there. Stand in the center of the room until I arrive.”

Larry’s stomach dropped. The room fell silent. Carol looked up sharply, her lips pressing into a thin line as if she wanted to warn him but didn’t dare.

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t know what he had done to merit this. He knew that he had been pushing some boundaries lately, but there had never been any serious reaction from Audrey, so this was out of the blue. But he knew better than to question. As well, he had a perverse curiosity about the Discussion Room, one that frightened him as much as it excited him. He supposed he was about to find out.

He pushed his chair back and shuffled down the hall, his palms damp with sweat. He had never been in the Discussion Room. It had always been locked. He had heard his dad in there, and it sounded bad. But surely, as it was his first time, he’d not be treated as harshly. When he got there, he turned the knob and was surprised that the door opened this time. Audrey had left it unlocked for him.

When he entered the Discussion Room, his breath caught. The small room was simply furnished, with a sturdy chair in the center, a small desk, a set of dresser drawers, and a bed pushed against the far wall. There were bolsters of various types around the room. But it wasn’t the furniture or bolsters that held his attention—it was the items that hung on the walls.

A collection of paddles, hairbrushes, and straps formed an intimidating display. Each looked well-used, polished with a gleam that suggested they had delivered countless lessons. Beside the implements, on the bed sat two pairs of lacy panties. His heart raced as he realized they were Carol’s—items he had secretly taken from her drawer and hidden in his room.

On the desk, his laptop was open, the screen paused on the opening scene of a spanking video he had watched just the night before. His cheeks flushed with humiliation, and his mind raced with questions. How had she found out? How long had she known?

The minutes began to drag as he stood in the center of the room, his gaze darting nervously between the incriminating items and the implements of punishment surrounding him. His mind raced as he replayed every little misstep he had made. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his palms slick with sweat.

The heat of the room seemed to rise, or maybe it was just his growing sense of dread. The longer he stood there, the more oppressive the silence became. He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears, and he couldn’t help but shift from foot to foot, the weight of anticipation nearly unbearable.

The presence of the paddles and straps on the wall loomed larger in his mind with each passing second. Did she intend to use one of them on him? Would she make him choose? A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, and his legs felt like jelly beneath him.

As the minutes ticked by, his nerves began to fray. The sweat on his brow trickled down his temples, and he wiped it away hastily. The humiliation of his situation was sinking in, too. The panties on the bed—his theft exposed so plainly—felt like a spotlight on his shameful curiosity. And the spanking video left open on his laptop? That wasn’t just embarrassing; it was mortifying. How could he ever look his stepmother in the eye again?

By the time ten minutes had passed, his breathing was shallow and rapid. His throat felt tight, and he was trembling visibly now, unable to stop himself. He bit his lip hard to keep from breaking into tears, but the lump in his throat was growing harder to ignore.

The sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor pulled him from his thoughts. Audrey stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. She carried a calm, almost serene air, but her presence filled the space.

“Larry,” she said, her voice even and firm, “I believe we have a great deal to discuss tonight.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I… I don’t understand, ma’am.”

“Oh, I think you do,” Audrey replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. She crossed the room and gestured to the laptop. “Would you care to explain this? Or these?” She picked up the panties, holding them delicately between her fingers. “Or your inappropriate questions of Carol?”

Larry’s face burned with shame. “I… I—”

“No lies,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “I made the rules very clear when you moved in, Larry. Respect for privacy. No porn. Yet here we are.”

Larry swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I—I’m really sorry, ma’am,” he blurted out, hoping his apology might soften her.

Audrey’s lips curved into a small, humorless smile. “Oh, I’m sure you are, Larry. But sorry isn’t enough. You broke multiple rules—rules that you knew full well were in place. Tonight, we’re going to address each one of them, thoroughly.”

He shifted nervously, unsure of where to look. She stepped closer, her presence commanding the room, and pointed at him.

“First,” she said crisply, “you will remove your clothing. All of it.”

Larry’s eyes widened, and his stomach dropped. “All of it?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she said firmly, folding her arms across her chest. “Every stitch. You will stand before me as you are, bare and vulnerable, so we can have an honest discussion about your behavior. Now, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Larry’s hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He had never undressed in front of anyone before, not like this, and certainly not in front of Audrey. The idea of standing nude before her was almost unbearable, yet he knew better than to argue. Slowly, he tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his chest.

Audrey’s sharp eyes stayed on him, unflinching. “Everything, Larry. Keep going.”

His face burned as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it free before unbuttoning his jeans. They fell to the floor with a dull thud, leaving him standing there in just his boxers and socks. He hesitated, his hands hovering at the waistband.

Audrey sat on the chair and spread her legs, her eyes fixed on Larry as he fidgeted awkwardly in front of her. His face was flushed with humiliation as he avoided her piercing gaze. She patted the chair between her legs, motioning for him to stand between them.

“Come here, Larry,” she said firmly. Her voice was calm but commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. “I’ll do it.”

Larry shuffled forward, his hands trembling at his sides as he stepped between her legs. His face burned with shame, knowing what was about to happen. Audrey rested her hands lightly on his hips, her sharp gaze meeting his tear-filled eyes.

“We’re going to continue by getting these off,” she said coolly, nodding toward his underpants. “It’s important that there’s nothing between you and your punishment. And since you’ve already invaded someone else’s privacy, it’s only fair that we strip yours away completely.”

Larry whimpered softly, his breath hitching as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underpants. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to slide them down, her eyes never leaving his face. The fabric slipped over his hips and down his thighs, leaving him fully exposed as she pushed them to his ankles.

Audrey’s gaze dropped to his groin, her expression calm and analytical as she took in the sight. Larry’s hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but a sharp look from Audrey froze him in place.

“Step out of them. Hands at your sides,” she ordered sternly. “There’s no point in trying to hide now.”

Larry obeyed miserably, stepping out of his underpants, his arms hanging limp as Audrey continued her inspection. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she tilted her head, her tone clinical but undeniably embarrassing as she spoke.

“Well, Larry,” she said softly, “it’s… rather small, isn’t it?”

Larry’s face turned crimson, his humiliation complete as her words hung in the air. “I—I…” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Please, ma’am—”

“No need to be defensive,” Audrey interrupted, her voice calm but firm. “It’s not an insult—it’s an observation. I imagine it must make you feel… inadequate, doesn’t it?”

Larry’s eyes filled with fresh tears, and he nodded miserably, his voice barely audible as he whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”

Audrey leaned back slightly, her expression softening just enough to keep her tone from becoming cruel. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Larry,” she said, her voice taking on a faintly maternal edge. “But it does make your behavior even more troubling. Perhaps your fascination with spanking is an attempt to compensate for those feelings of inadequacy.”

Larry’s tears spilled over, and he hung his head, unable to respond. Audrey reached out, tilting his chin up gently but firmly so that he was forced to meet her eyes.

“Since you’re so fascinated with spanking,” she said, nodding toward his laptop, which was still open to a paused spanking video, “I think it’s time you learned the difference between fantasy and reality. Spankings are meant to hurt, Larry. They’re not fun, and they’re certainly not meant to be arousing.”

She looked again at his penis. “Well,” she said coolly, tilting her head slightly, “I’m happy to see that you’re not aroused now, Larry. That’s a good sign. It tells me you understand what’s about to happen.”

Larry’s face burned with humiliation, and he shifted awkwardly on his feet, his hands twitching at his sides. He stammered softly, his voice trembling. “I—I’m sorry…”

Audrey held up a hand to silence him. “Spanking is not something to look forward to, Larry,” she said firmly. “It’s not some fantasy you can indulge in whenever you please. It’s a punishment—a serious, painful correction for behavior that needs to change.”

“Now, Larry,” Audrey said, her tone growing sharper. “Back to the center of the room.”

He moved back as Audrey stood again, imposing in her heels.

Larry stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his bare skin prickling under the weight of Audrey’s sharp, assessing gaze. The cool air against his exposed body only heightened his discomfort, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that every inch of him was being scrutinized. He shifted slightly, the only remnants of his clothing—his socks—still clinging to his feet like a final, pathetic shield.

Audrey’s lips pressed into a thin line as she surveyed him. “Larry,” she said, her tone cutting, “you look utterly ridiculous standing there like that in your socks.”

He swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. “I—I didn’t think—”

“That much is obvious,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “Take off your socks.”

Larry’s face burned with shame as he quickly bent down to tug off his socks. His trembling hands fumbled with the fabric, and he nearly lost his balance as he yanked them free. The sheer awkwardness of the moment made him feel even smaller under Audrey’s piercing gaze.

He straightened, clutching the socks in his hands like they were the last shred of his dignity.

Audrey arched an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. “Fold those, along with the rest of your clothes, and place them neatly on top of the dresser. This is not a laundry pile; it’s a lesson in discipline, and that includes keeping your belongings in order.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry said again, his voice barely above a whisper. He hurried to comply, picking up his discarded clothing from the floor. His movements were clumsy, his embarrassment growing as he worked to fold each item carefully under her watchful eye. When he was done, he placed the neat stack of clothes on the dresser, his hands trembling as he stepped back to stand in front of her once more.

“Arms at your sides,” Audrey instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Larry obeyed, letting his hands again drop to his sides, though every instinct screamed at him to cover himself. He felt her gaze sweeping over him, calm and deliberate, lingering in a way that made his skin crawl with embarrassment. His face burned, his blush spreading down his neck as he stared at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.

Audrey circled him slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of him, her piercing blue eyes settling on his crotch. A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

“Well,” she said coolly, her voice almost casual, “I see the family resemblance. Your father isn’t that big either, and it hangs to the left in the same way.”

Larry’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if to respond, but no words came out. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t dare move them to shield himself. His face burned so hotly he thought he might burst into flames, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot in his humiliation.

“Stop squirming,” Audrey snapped, her tone sharp. “And stand still. When I give you an instruction, I expect you to follow it without question. Your inability to stand properly just proves how much you need this lesson.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry whispered, his voice shaking.

Audrey tilted her head slightly, letting her gaze linger a moment longer before meeting his eyes. “Good. Now listen closely, Larry. You’re standing here like this because of your choices. The humiliation you’re feeling right now? That’s part of the lesson. It’s called humility, and it’s something you sorely lack.”

Larry swallowed hard, nodding slightly. His mortification was so complete that he couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone a response.

“This is not just about punishment,” Audrey continued, her voice softening slightly, though her authority remained palpable. “This is about accountability, respect, and learning to take responsibility for your actions. If you cannot learn to respect my rules, you will continue to find yourself in situations like this. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Larry murmured, his head hanging low as her words sank in.

“Good,” Audrey said briskly. “Now, we’re going to discuss your behavior—and rest assured, this discussion will be thorough. Stand still, arms at your sides, and look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Larry forced himself to lift his head, meeting her steady, unrelenting gaze. His humiliation was complete, yet he knew this was only the beginning. Audrey’s authority was absolute, and he was entirely at her mercy.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered again, his voice still barely audible.

Audrey stopped in front of him, tilting her head slightly as she studied his face. “No,” she said slowly, “that won’t do. In this room, while you’re being disciplined, you will refer to me as ‘Mommy’. Do you understand?”

Larry’s head snapped up, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. “M-Mommy?” he stammered, unsure if he’d heard her correctly.

“That’s right,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I may not be your biological mother, but during punishment, I am the authority in your life. You will address me as Mommy, and you will do so without hesitation. Is that clear?”

Larry’s mouth opened and closed, his mortification rendering him almost speechless. Finally, he managed to choke out, “Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Before we proceed,” Audrey said coolly, stepping closer to him, “there’s one thing I need to check.”

Larry’s stomach churned, and his heart raced as she continued.

“Bend over,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Clutch your ankles and hold that position.”

Larry hesitated for only a split second before lowering himself as instructed, his body shaking as he bent forward, his hands gripping his ankles tightly. The vulnerable position made him feel even more exposed, and his face burned with humiliation as he stared at the floor.

Audrey stepped behind him, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. “Spread your legs,” she ordered curtly.

Larry swallowed hard and shuffled his feet apart, his cheeks blazing as he felt the cool air against the most private part of his body. He tensed as her hand rested lightly on his lower back, steadying him.

“Now, stay perfectly still,” Audrey said, her voice calm but firm. “This won’t take long.”

He let out a small, involuntary whimper as he felt her fingers gently spread his cheeks, exposing him fully to her inspection. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on fire with embarrassment, but he didn’t dare move or protest.

Audrey’s eyes narrowed as she examined him with clinical precision. “You will keep yourself properly clean at all times, Larry,” she said, her tone stern. “Hygiene is non-negotiable in this household. A lack of cleanliness would only make a punishment like this even worse.”

Larry’s face was hot enough to ignite as he murmured a shaky, “Yes, Mommy.”

Audrey tilted her head slightly, her fingers still holding him open as she conducted her inspection. “Hmm,” she said finally, straightening up and letting his cheeks fall back into place. “You’re relatively clean. At least you’ve managed to meet that expectation.”

Larry exhaled shakily, his body still trembling as he remained bent over, clutching his ankles.

“Stand up,” Audrey ordered, her tone brisk.

Larry rose quickly, his face flushed and his heart pounding. He couldn’t meet her eyes, his humiliation complete.

“Remember this, Larry,” Audrey said firmly, crossing her arms. “If I ever find you lacking in hygiene, it will be addressed. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Larry said quickly, his voice trembling.

Audrey’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “Good. Now, we can begin.”

Chapter 5: Stolen Panties

Audrey stepped toward the bed, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. She picked up one of the pairs of lacy panties that had been laid out, holding them up by the waistband between two fingers as she turned to face him. Her expression was calm, but the intensity in her gaze made Larry’s stomach churn.

“Well, Larry,” she said, her voice smooth and deliberate, “let’s start with these, shall we?”

Larry’s heart sank as his eyes darted to the delicate garment dangling from her fingers. He knew exactly where this was going, and yet he felt utterly unprepared. His face burned so hotly that he thought it might melt clean off.

“These were found in your room,” Audrey continued, tilting her head slightly. “Would you care to explain how they got there?”

Larry froze, his mind racing. He knew the truth—that he’d gone into Carol’s room when she was out, rummaged through her drawers, and taken them. But the humiliation of admitting it was too much to bear. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Well?” Audrey prompted, her tone sharpening slightly.

“I… I think it must have been a mix-up with the laundry,” Larry stammered finally, the words tumbling out of him in a desperate attempt to deflect.

Audrey’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a slow, deliberate sigh. “A mix-up with the laundry,” she repeated, her tone dripping with disbelief. “That’s your story?”

Larry nodded quickly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Yes, Mommy.”

She crossed the room in two measured steps, stopping directly in front of him. “Look at me,” she commanded.

Larry forced himself to meet her gaze, his stomach twisting into knots under the weight of her scrutiny.

“Larry,” she said, her voice low and firm, “you’re lying to me.”

“I—I’m not—” he started, but her raised hand stopped him mid-sentence.

“Enough,” she snapped, cutting him off instantly. She stepped closer, her heels clicking with finality as she moved into his space. Larry felt dwarfed by her presence, his height and size irrelevant in the face of her dominance. “Do not insult me with a lie. You will tell me the truth, or I promise you, Larry, this will get worse for you. Much worse.”

The words hit him like a jolt, and he crumbled under the weight of her authority. It was impossible to hold onto his flimsy lie while standing there, completely exposed, every inch of him bared under her sharp, disapproving gaze. His nudity only seemed to magnify her power—her tailored skirt and blouse, the precise way her hair was pinned back, even the subtle gleam of her heels—all of it reminded him of how composed and in control she was, while he stood stripped of everything, trembling like a child caught in the act.

“Do not insult my intelligence by doubling down on this ridiculous lie. I know exactly how these ended up in your room, and you’re going to tell me the truth. Right now.”

Larry’s throat felt dry, and his legs felt weak. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as he stood there, naked and humiliated, under her piercing gaze.

Audrey studied him for a long, tense moment, her piercing gaze unrelenting. Then, without warning, her hand shot up and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. The crack of her palm meeting his face echoed in the room, and Larry staggered slightly, his eyes widening in shock.

“You took them,” she repeated icily, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “And then you lied to me about it.”

Before he could stammer out a reply, her hand struck again, this time on the other cheek. The second slap left his face stinging and his pride in tatters. Tears welled up in his eyes as he brought a trembling hand to his burning cheeks.

“Do you think I tolerate dishonesty, Larry?” she demanded, her voice low and steely. “Do you think I’m foolish enough to believe your ridiculous laundry excuse?”

Larry’s breath hitched in his chest, his nakedness magnifying his vulnerability as he stood there exposed, trembling, and utterly overwhelmed. The sharp sting of Audrey’s palm wasn’t just on his face—it was in his soul, stripping away every last ounce of his resistance.

He looked at her, blinking through the tears that had begun to spill freely down his cheeks. The severity of her tailored skirt, the crisp blouse that clung to her frame with an air of absolute authority, the calculated pin of her hair—all of it was like a crushing weight bearing down on him. She looked untouchable, composed, a figure of unyielding control, while he stood before her like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar, naked and pathetic in his shame.

And then there was her gaze. That unrelenting, piercing stare that seemed to see straight through him, as if every lie, every ounce of his guilt, was written plainly across his face. He couldn’t bear it anymore. The combination of her physical discipline, her commanding presence, and the suffocating guilt of his own actions was too much to contain.

It was like a dam finally bursting.

“I—I’m sorry!” he choked out, the words tumbling over themselves as the tears came in earnest. His knees wobbled, and his hands flew to his face, trying in vain to shield himself from her gaze. “I took them! I went into her room—I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself! I was curious, and I—I didn’t think anyone would notice! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”

The truth poured out in a flood, his voice breaking under the weight of his sobs. His shoulders shook violently, and his legs threatened to buckle beneath him as every ounce of his guilt, shame, and humiliation spilled out into the open. There was no holding back now. He was entirely broken, shattered by the combination of her steely authority, his exposed vulnerability, and the burning shame of his actions.

Audrey stood motionless, watching him with a calm, unyielding expression. Her presence was like a towering wall of composure against the tidal wave of his emotions, making his guilt feel all the more unbearable. Larry’s tears blurred his vision, but he could still see her standing there, her gaze unwavering, her stance firm, and it only made him cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered again, his voice cracking, sobbing openly. “I—I’ll do anything to make it right… please, Mommy… I’m so sorry…”

He was completely undone, stripped bare in every sense of the word, and utterly at her mercy.

“I… I took them,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I went into her room and… and took them.”

Audrey’s expression didn’t change, though a flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes. “That’s what I thought,” she said coolly, holding up the panties again. “So, not only did you violate your sister’s privacy by sneaking into her room, but you also lied to my face about it. Do you have any idea how serious this is?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Larry mumbled, his voice trembling.

“There will be extra punishment for both offenses,” she decreed firmly. “One for violating Carol’s privacy, and another for lying to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he whispered, his head hanging low.

“Good,” Audrey said, her tone calm but authoritative. “Because this kind of behavior will not be tolerated in my house. You’ve shown a complete lack of respect, not only for your sister but for me and the rules I’ve made very clear to you.”

Larry nodded, his humiliation complete as she let the silence stretch, her words sinking deep into him.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” she asked finally, her eyes boring into him.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I know I was wrong.”

“Sorry isn’t enough, Larry,” Audrey said sharply. “Actions have consequences, and tonight, you’re going to feel exactly what those consequences are.” She stepped back toward the chair, the panties still in her hand.

Larry’s legs felt like jelly, standing in place with his arms at his sides, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had earned this, and yet the shame and anticipation were almost unbearable.

Audrey stood silently for a moment, holding the pair of Carol’s panties up in front of her, inspecting them as if they were the most natural thing to be holding during a disciplinary conversation. Larry’s stomach churned as he stared at the floor, desperate to avoid her piercing gaze.

“Put these on,” she said firmly, extending the panties toward him.

Larry’s head snapped up in shock, his face burning hotter than ever. “What?” he stammered, his voice cracking.

“You heard me,” she said coolly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Put them on. Since you were so eager to take them, you can wear them for your first spanking. Consider it part of your lesson.”

“B-but—” he started, his hands trembling at his sides.

“No buts,” Audrey interrupted sharply. “You’ve already embarrassed yourself by stealing from your sister. Refusing to take responsibility for it now will only make things worse. Now, take them and put them on. Or shall I do it for you? Put you on your back on that bed, raise your legs, and pull these panties on as if you were being diapered. Is that what you want?”

The threat in her tone made Larry’s stomach drop, and he quickly reached out to take the delicate garment from her hands. The lace felt foreign and humiliatingly flimsy in his grasp. With trembling hands, he bent down and carefully stepped into the panties, pulling them up over his legs. They clung to him snugly, the delicate material accentuating his shame as they settled around his waist.

Audrey took a step back, circling him slowly, her heels clicking deliberately against the floor. Her gaze swept over him, calm and unflinching, as she took in the sight of him standing there, barefoot and humiliated, in his step-sister’s panties.

“Well,” she said finally, her voice dripping with mockery, “do you enjoy being in your sister’s panties?”

Larry’s cheeks burned as he shook his head vehemently. “N-no, Mommy,” he stammered.

“Then why did you steal them, Larry?” she pressed, stopping in front of him and folding her arms. “What were you planning to do with them if wearing them wasn’t part of the appeal?”

Larry swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t know.”

Audrey arched an eyebrow. “You don’t know?” she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. “I think you know exactly why you took them. More lies, Larry? Really? But we’ll deal with that in due time. For now, let’s move on to your punishment for taking them in the first place.”

She turned and took a seat in the sturdy chair positioned in the center of the room, smoothing her skirt as she settled herself. Then, she gestured to her lap with a single, commanding pat.

“Come here, Larry,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Lie across my lap. It’s time we address this behavior properly.”

Larry’s stomach twisted as he hesitated for a split second before shuffling forward. The sight of Audrey sitting there, poised and authoritative, made his humiliation all the more intense. With trembling hands, he lowered himself across her lap, his weight pressing into her thighs as his humiliatingly pantied bottom was presented for punishment.

Audrey adjusted his position, nudging him slightly forward until his toes barely touched the ground. She rested one hand firmly on his back, holding him in place, while the other hovered over his trembling bottom.

“Such a pretty sight,” she mused, her voice laced with mockery. “Though bad little girls like you don’t get to keep their panties up for their spankings, do they?”

Larry’s breath caught as he felt her fingers hook into the waistband of the panties. Slowly, deliberately, she slid them down over his hips, exposing his bare bottom to the cool air. She stopped at his knees, leaving the panties bunched there as a humiliating reminder.

“Much better,” Audrey said, her tone amused. “Now, let’s see if we can’t teach you some proper respect for privacy.”

Audrey’s hand rested lightly on Larry’s lower back, holding him in place as he lay bare across her lap. The cool air brushed against his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat building inside him—shame, fear, and a dread of what was to come. He was entirely exposed, utterly vulnerable, and fully aware that he was about to receive the spanking of his life.

“Let this be a lesson you never forget,” Audrey said, her voice calm and steady. Then, without further warning, her hand came down with a sharp, resounding CRACK.

Larry yelped loudly, the sting far worse than anything he had imagined. Before he could process the first smack, another landed on the opposite cheek, then another, and another. Audrey’s hand was impossibly hard, delivering each blow with an unrelenting force that left no time for his bottom to recover.

“Do you understand, Larry?” she said, her hand never missing a beat. “This is what happens when you violate someone’s privacy.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The sound echoed in the room, each sharp slap reverberating in Larry’s ears. He tried to stay composed, but the pain was overwhelming, and within moments, he was shrieking.

“Mommy, please! It hurts!” he cried, his legs kicking wildly in an instinctive attempt to escape.

“Hurts, does it?” Audrey said, her voice cool as ever. “Good. That means you’re learning.”

Her hand moved lower, smacking the tender tops of his thighs. Larry howled in agony, the sting even sharper there. His legs flailed, his body writhing across her lap, but Audrey’s grip on his back kept him firmly in place.

“Stop this squirming, Larry,” she said sharply. “It’s pathetic. If you keep kicking and fighting like a little child, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you.”

The spanking continued, unrelenting, as Audrey delivered swat after swat with a precision that left no part of his bottom unscathed. The heat built rapidly, the sting transforming into a deep, throbbing burn. Tears streamed down Larry’s face as he sobbed, pleading for her to stop.

“Mommy, please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” he wailed, his voice cracking.

Audrey sighed, almost as if bored by his antics. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” she said, her tone icy. “You still haven’t been punished for stealing.”

Her hand struck harder now, each blow punctuating her words. “Stealing. From. Anyone. Is. Completely. Unacceptable.”

Larry’s body jerked with each strike, his cries growing louder and more desperate. His legs flailed even harder, his attempts to escape becoming frantic. Audrey’s patience wore thin.

“That’s enough of that,” she said sharply.

In one smooth motion, she pinned his legs beneath her own, crossing one elegant leg over his calves to hold him still. At the same time, she grabbed his arm and bent it firmly behind his back, further securing him.

“There,” she said calmly. “Now we can continue without your childish theatrics.”

Larry’s heart sank as he realized there was no escape. His already blazing bottom was now at her complete mercy, and Audrey showed none as she resumed the spanking, her hand landing with even more force than before.

“Since you refuse to sit still like a good boy,” she said, her voice calm and cutting, “I’ll have to ensure you remember this lesson the hard way.”

The spanking went on and on, Audrey’s hand methodical as she delivered blow after blow to his already swollen bottom. She alternated between cheeks and thighs, her strikes precise and deliberate. Larry’s cries turned into wails, his body shaking with sobs as he begged for mercy.

“Do you think your sister appreciated you sneaking into her room and taking her belongings?” Audrey asked, her hand never slowing.

“No, Mommy!” Larry sobbed, his voice muffled by his own cries.

“And do you think I’ll tolerate a little thief in this house?” CRACK!

“No, Mommy! I’m sorry! Please!” he wailed, his tears streaming freely.

Audrey’s hand came down with unrelenting force, each strike landing squarely on Larry’s already blazing bottom. His shrieks echoed through the room, growing louder and more desperate with every swat. Her hand moved lower, more and more targeting the tops of his thighs with precision, making him howl in agony. His sobbing and wailing reached a fever pitch, his voice cracking as he cried out for mercy.

“Mommy, please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” he wailed, his voice hoarse and raw.

Audrey sighed sharply, her irritation evident. “Larry, your noise is becoming unbearable,” she said calmly, pausing in her rhythm. “I don’t want to go deaf during your punishment. Since you seem incapable of controlling yourself, I’ll just have to take care of it for you.”

Larry’s sobbing didn’t stop as she reached down to the panties that had slipped further down his legs, now pooled pathetically around his ankles. With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed them and shook them loose, holding the soft fabric in her hand.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, her tone crisp and commanding.

Larry’s sobs hitched as he turned his tear-streaked face toward her. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” Audrey said, her voice sharp. “Open. Now.”

Terrified of disobeying, Larry obeyed, parting his lips hesitantly. Without a moment’s hesitation, Audrey stuffed the panties into his mouth, muffling his cries instantly. The humiliation of the act hit him harder than the spanking itself, and he let out a muffled sob around the gag as he realized he was now silenced by the very object of his punishment.

“There,” Audrey said with satisfaction, adjusting her grip on his pinned arm and leg. “Much better. Now we can continue without you deafening me.”

She resumed the spanking with renewed intensity, her hand crashing down on his bare, reddened bottom with even greater force than before. The muffled cries escaping the panty gag only served to highlight the futility of his situation. He squirmed and sobbed, his tears streaming freely as the punishment continued unabated.

“Maybe now,” Audrey said, her voice calm and deliberate, “you’ll remember why you don’t invade someone’s privacy or take what doesn’t belong to you.”

The spanking went on and on, each strike precise and punishing. Audrey alternated between cheeks and thighs, ensuring that every inch of his tender skin felt the full weight of her discipline. Larry’s muffled wails filled the room, his body trembling with each punishing swat.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Audrey stopped. She released his arm and removed her leg from his, letting him collapse limply across her lap. His sobbing was muffled and pitiful, the panties still stuffed in his mouth as his body shook with the force of his contrition.

“Stand up,” Audrey ordered, nudging him slightly. Larry struggled to his feet, wobbling unsteadily as he rose. His hands instinctively moved toward his pulsating backside, but Audrey’s sharp gaze froze him in place.

“Hands at your sides,” she snapped. “Were you given permission to rub?”

Larry shook his head quickly, his muffled sobs continuing as he forced his hands to drop back to his sides.

“That’s what I thought,” Audrey said coolly. She crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on his tear-streaked face. “Now, let’s see if you’ve learned anything.”

She reached up and pulled the panties from his mouth, the damp fabric clinging slightly as she removed it. Larry gasped for air, his chest heaving as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Will you ever disrespect someone’s privacy again?” Audrey asked, her voice firm and pointed.

“No, Mommy!” Larry cried immediately, his voice trembling. “Never! I promise!”

“And will you ever steal again?” she added, her tone colder, her piercing gaze demanding honesty.

“No, Mommy!” he wailed, his voice cracking. “I’ll never steal again! I swear!”

Audrey nodded, satisfied. “Good. Because if you ever do, this punishment will feel like a warm-up in comparison. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Larry sobbed, his voice barely above a whisper. His tears continued falling as he stood there, utterly broken and humbled, his backside pulsating with pain and his heart heavy with regret. Audrey’s lesson had been delivered in full force, and he knew he would never forget it.

Chapter 6: Mouth Soaping

Larry’s sobbing had quieted to soft sniffles, his body trembling from the intensity of his punishment. Without a word, Audrey reached over and grabbed his ear firmly, tugging him sideways and downwards. Larry yelped, his hands instinctively moving to his ear as she guided him forward.

“We’re not finished yet,” Audrey said sternly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You lied to me, Larry, and lying is something I will never tolerate.”

Larry stumbled as she led him by the ear out of the Discussion Room, his fire engine red bottom still throbbing from the spanking. The air of the hallway felt cool against his bare skin, amplifying his sense of vulnerability and humiliation. He was completely naked, stripped of all dignity, and as they passed the living room, his worst fear came true.

Carol was seated there, curled up comfortably on the couch, a book on her hands. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of Larry’s complete nakedness, his reddened backside, and his tear-streaked face, but then a slow grin spread across her face.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “Looks like Larry finally had a little Discussion with Mommy.”

Larry’s face burned hotter than ever, and he tried to shield himself with his hands, but Audrey’s sharp tug on his ear stopped him. “Hands at your sides,” she snapped. “You’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. No need to make it worse.”

Carol trailed after them as Audrey marched Larry into the bathroom. She leaned casually against the doorframe, her arms crossed, as she asked with a smirk, “What’s next, Mom? A little soap and water to teach him a lesson?”

“That’s exactly right,” Audrey replied curtly, not even looking back at her daughter. “Lying to me is a serious offense, and Larry needs to learn that his words have consequences.”

Audrey positioned Larry in front of the sink, still holding him by the ear. “On your knees,” she ordered, releasing him to gesture at the floor.

Larry hesitated for only a moment before sinking to his knees, his face a mask of shame as the cold tile pressed against his bare legs. His bare genitals stood out in front, and his reddened bottom stuck out behind, a stark reminder of his earlier punishment, and Carol chuckled softly as she leaned against the doorframe, watching with interest.

Audrey opened the cabinet beneath the sink, pulling out a bar of soap. She held it up in front of Larry’s face, her expression stern. “This,” she said, “is what happens when you lie to me. You’ll remember this every time you think about telling another lie.”

Larry’s stomach churned as she turned on the faucet, wetting the bar of soap before working it into a rich, foamy lather. Without another word, she reached down and pressed the soapy bar firmly against his lips.

“Open,” she commanded.

Larry hesitated, his eyes darting to Carol, who raised an eyebrow in mock amusement. Audrey’s sharp glare brought him back, and he reluctantly parted his lips. She pushed the bar into his mouth, twisting it slightly to coat his tongue and teeth with the bitter-tasting soap. He gagged slightly, his tears flowing anew as Audrey began scrubbing the inside of his mouth with deliberate thoroughness.

“Lying is a filthy habit,” she said, her voice cutting. “And filthy habits deserve a thorough cleaning. Isn’t that right, Larry?”

He tried to respond, but the soap muffled his words, reducing his reply to a garbled whimper. Audrey ignored him, twisting the bar against his teeth and tongue, ensuring every inch of his mouth was coated with suds.

“Maybe this will teach you to think before you speak,” she continued, scolding him with every pass of the soap. “Because when you lie to me, you’re not just breaking the rules—you’re showing me complete disrespect.”

Carol leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Wow,” she said, her voice teasing. “Looks like little Larry’s learning his lesson the hard way.”

Audrey glanced back at her daughter briefly. “And he’ll keep learning until I’m satisfied he understands.”

Returning her attention to Larry, she withdrew the soap momentarily, allowing him a moment to breathe. Then she put the bar of soap back in. “Keep that in your mouth, bite down on it,” she ordered. “I’m not done.”

Larry’s lips quivered as he knelt there, naked and humiliated, his mouth full of suds and a bar of soap. Audrey crouched slightly to look him in the eye, her expression stern but calm.

“Now, Larry,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “Do you understand why lying to me is unacceptable?”

Larry nodded furiously, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Good,” she said, holding his gaze. “Because if I ever catch you lying again, this will feel like a mild warning compared to what you’ll face next. Do I make myself clear?”

Larry mumbled a garbled “Yes, Mommy,” through the soap, tears streaming down his face as he nodded.

Audrey straightened, finally reaching over to turn on the faucet. “You may rinse,” she said coolly, removing the bar of soap and standing back as Larry scrambled to his feet and leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing his mouth with desperate urgency.

When he finished, he turned back to her, his face still red and streaked with tears. Audrey crossed her arms, her expression unyielding.

“Now,” she said sharply, “are you going to lie to me again?”

“No, Mommy,” Larry whispered, his voice trembling.

“And are you going to think twice before you steal or invade someone’s privacy?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he said quickly, his head hanging low.

“Good,” Audrey said, her voice calm but sharp, “this isn’t over yet. We still have several other issues to discuss. Back to the Discussion Room.”

Larry’s stomach dropped at her words. His backside still throbbed painfully, his body exhausted from the spanking and the mouth soaping, but he knew better than to argue. “Yes, Mommy,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Audrey gestured toward the door, where Carol remained standing, leaning casually against the frame with a smug grin plastered across her face. As Larry approached, she made no move to step aside, her eyes trailing over him in an uncomfortably slow and deliberate manner. She let out a soft chuckle as her gaze lingered on his small and shrivelled penis and testicles.

“Well,” she said, her tone casual but cutting as her gaze stayed fixed on his exposed crotch, “he looks like his father. Not much to work with here.”

Larry froze, his face burning with humiliation. He instinctively moved his hands toward his groin, but the memory of Audrey’s sharp command earlier—Hands at your sides—stopped him cold. He stood there, unable to cover himself, as Carol’s smirk deepened.

Audrey, standing just behind him, let out a soft sigh. “You’re not wrong, Carol,” she said, her voice calm and measured, “it even hangs the same way, doesn’t it?”

Carol laughed. “Oh My God, you’re right. Like father like son.”

“You know, but,” Audrey continued, “size isn’t everything.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, really?” she said, glancing back at her mother. “That’s generous of you.”

“It’s true,” Audrey replied matter-of-factly, stepping closer to the two of them. “Nimble fingers, a clever tongue, and a good attitude can go a long way toward making up for… deficiencies. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Carol chuckled, giving Larry another once-over. “I suppose so,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Though he’s got a lot of work to do on the attitude part.”

Audrey’s voice cut through the tense moment. “Larry,” she said sharply, “what do we say when we need to get by someone?”

Larry swallowed hard, his voice shaking as he stammered, “P-please excuse me.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as she leaned ever so slightly to the side, just enough to create a narrow gap. “Oh, of course,” she said sweetly, stepping aside just enough to let him pass—but not without making it awkwardly close.

Larry had no choice but to squeeze by her sideways, his body brushing hers in the cramped space. As he shuffled past, his cock unintentionally grazed her hip. The contact was fleeting but mortifying, and his face turned a shade of red that rivaled his freshly spanked bottom.

Carol let out a soft laugh, low and amused, as Larry stumbled forward. “Careful there,” she said, her tone teasing. “You need to watch where that thing goes.”

Audrey stood back, arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she observed the interaction. Her expression said it all—pleased and quietly approving of Carol’s teasing. Carol straightened up and stood fully aside as Audrey made a subtle move toward the doorway, her presence commanding the space without a word.

Both women turned their attention to Larry as he hurried back down the hallway to the Discussion Room at the end, his fire engine red backside still glowing from the spanking. He scurried down the hall, his bottom wriggling in a way that was both pitiable and comical, every step a reminder of the punishment he’d endured.

Carol raised an eyebrow, her eyes fixed on Larry’s reddened behind. “Not done yet?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity and faint amusement.

Audrey let out a small, knowing chuckle, finally breaking her silence. “Not by a long shot,” she replied coolly, her tone firm and final.

Carol winced slightly, glancing at Larry’s retreating figure as he shuffled back to the Discussion Room. “Oof,” she said, shaking her head with a smirk. “Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.”

Audrey said nothing, her faint smile returning as she followed slowly after Larry, her heels clicking purposefully against the hardwood floor, the sound alone making Carol shiver slightly. The lesson was far from over, and all three of them knew it.

Chapter 7: Paddled for Porn

Larry stood trembling in the center of the Discussion Room, his face streaked with tears and his bottom still throbbing from the earlier spanking. The humiliation of the entire ordeal weighed heavily on him, but he didn’t dare protest as Audrey stepped into the room, her commanding presence filling the space once more.

She again closed the door behind her with a soft click and walked over to the small desk where his laptop sat, its screen glowing faintly. Larry’s stomach churned as she sat down and tapped a few keys, her expression calm but deliberate.

“Well, Larry,” she began, her voice smooth but laced with steel, “it seems we need to address yet another issue. One I hoped wouldn’t come up, but unfortunately, your behavior has forced my hand.”

Larry’s throat tightened as he watched her navigate through his laptop, her movements precise and purposeful. He had no idea what she was about to reveal, but the knot in his stomach told him it wasn’t good.

“I asked Carol to do a little digging into your browser history,” Audrey said without looking at him. “And what she found was… enlightening.”

Larry’s heart sank. His worst fear was unfolding right before him. He opened his mouth to speak, to offer some excuse, but no words came out. Audrey continued, her voice calm but tinged with disapproval.

“It seems you’ve been violating the no porn rule since the day you arrived,” she said, her eyes still on the screen. “Your laptop is practically dripping with it. Videos, images, websites—filth of all sorts, everywhere.”

Larry’s face turned crimson, his humiliation complete as he stared at the floor. “I-I’m sorry, Mommy,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, you’re sorry, are you?” Audrey replied, finally turning to face him. Her eyes bore into his, and her disapproval was palpable. “You weren’t sorry while you were sneaking around, were you? You weren’t sorry while you were violating my rules and disrespecting this household.”

Larry shook his head quickly, tears welling in his eyes again. “No, Mommy,” he mumbled.

Audrey turned back to the screen, her fingers clicking through the history Carol had unearthed. She paused, her lips curving into a faint, almost amused smile. “And then there’s this,” she said, gesturing at the screen. “Amongst all the more standard filth, it seems you have a very particular preference.”

Larry’s stomach dropped as she pulled up a bookmarked website featuring images and videos of women spanking men. The page was filled with scenes that mirrored his deepest fantasies, but seeing it displayed before Audrey made him feel exposed in a way he’d never imagined.

“Tell me, Larry,” Audrey said, her tone calm but cutting. “Is this what you’ve been fantasizing about? Women spanking men? You sneaking into my home, my rules, and indulging in this without a second thought?”

Larry was frozen, his face burning as he struggled to respond. “I… I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean to?” Audrey interrupted sharply, her voice rising slightly. “Don’t lie to me again, Larry. You clearly meant to.”

She turned the laptop toward him, the screen displaying a paused video of a woman delivering a severe spanking to a man draped across her lap. “You may have this as a fantasy,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain, “but I am going to teach you the difference between fantasy and reality. In this house, my punishments aren’t about indulging your desires—they’re about discipline, respect, and obedience.”

Larry’s eyes filled with fresh tears as Audrey stood, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked over to the wall. Mounted neatly in place was a small but fierce-looking handheld wooden paddle, its surface smooth and its edges sharp. She reached up and took it down, turning it over in her hands with practiced ease.

“This,” she said, holding the paddle up for Larry to see, “is what happens in reality when you break the rules in my house. You’re going to learn that lesson the hard way.”

Larry’s knees buckled slightly as she approached, his fear and humiliation hitting him all at once. Audrey tapped the paddle against her palm, her gaze unyielding and her presence commanding. Larry’s heart raced as he stood trembling before her, knowing there was no escape from what was coming. His bottom was already throbbing from the earlier spanking, and the sight of the paddle in her hand filled him with dread.

She sat and said, “Over my knee,” her voice calm but firm.

Larry hesitated, his body frozen with fear. “M-Mommy, please…” he began, his voice trembling.

“Now, Larry,” she snapped, cutting him off sharply.

Tears already streaming down his face, Larry obeyed, shuffling toward her and lowering himself across her lap. His body felt limp and defeated as she adjusted him, positioning him so that his already red bottom and tender thighs were fully exposed. The cool air brushing against his burning skin only heightened his humiliation. His heart pounded in his chest as he gripped the legs of the chair, his mind racing with dread.

“Spread your legs,” Audrey commanded, her voice calm but firm.

Larry hesitated, the humiliation of the request making him freeze. But the sharp tap of the wooden paddle against his inner thigh made him jump. “Now, Larry,” she said sharply.

Tears streamed down his face as he obeyed, shifting his knees apart until his most private parts were fully exposed. He sobbed softly, his face burning with shame as Audrey rested the edge of the paddle against his bottom. Slowly, she traced it down his cleft, the cool wood sliding between his cheeks before stopping just at the base of his genitals.

Larry gasped softly at the sensation, his body tensing as Audrey paused there. “Do you rub these little things,” she asked, her voice calm and deliberate, “when you’re looking at your porn, Larry?”

Larry’s face burned hotter than ever, the question hitting him like a blow. He wanted to deny it, to say anything to avoid admitting the truth, but the memory of his earlier lie—and the soapy consequences—was still fresh in his mind and his mouth. His sobbing grew louder as he forced himself to answer.

“Yes, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I do.”

Audrey didn’t move the paddle, keeping it pressed gently against him as she continued. “And what happens afterwards, Larry?” she asked, her tone almost conversational. “Where does it all go?”

Larry’s stomach churned as he answered, his voice trembling. “I… I have tissues near my bed,” he stammered. “I… I flush them all down after.”

Audrey let out a small, humorless laugh. “Well,” she said, pulling the paddle back slightly but keeping it close, “I must admit, you’ve done an excellent job hiding it from me—up until now.”

Her words made Larry’s humiliation complete, and he buried his face in his hands as fresh sobs wracked his body. Audrey rested a hand on his back, holding him firmly in place as she lifted the paddle into the air.

“But enough of that,” she said sharply. “It’s time you learn what happens when you betray my trust.”

With that, she brought the paddle down with a resounding CRACK, the impact searing across Larry’s already tender bottom. His cries echoed through the room as the punishment began, each strike harder and more deliberate than the last. Audrey’s lesson was only just beginning.

“This,” she said evenly, “is what happens when you disrespect me, my rules, and this household. I warned you that pornography would not be tolerated, and now you’ll see exactly what I mean.”

As she said it, the paddle continued descending with resounding CRACKS, the sound echoing through the room like a thunderclap. Larry shrieked in agony, his body jerking violently across her lap as the pain exploded across his already sore bottom.

“Mommy, please!” he cried, his voice breaking. “It hurts! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t undo what you’ve done,” Audrey replied coolly, continuing to bring the paddle down, now harder than before. The impacts were sharp and precise, landing on the lower curve of his cheeks where the sting was most intense. “And this punishment doesn’t end until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.”

The paddling continued with unrelenting force, each strike harder than the last. Audrey worked methodically, alternating between his cheeks and moving down to the tops of his thighs, where the skin was even more sensitive. Larry screamed and sobbed, his legs kicking wildly as he tried in vain to escape the searing pain.

“Mommy! Please! I can’t take it!” he wailed, his voice hoarse and raw.

Audrey sighed sharply, clearly unimpressed by his outburst. “If you keep flailing like that, Larry, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you again. Do you want that?”

He couldn’t answer through his sobs, his body writhing uncontrollably as the paddle continued to fall. Audrey had had enough of his struggling. Without missing a beat, she shifted her position, trapping his legs under one of hers and pinning his arm securely behind his back. The sudden restraint made him feel even more powerless, his cries turning to frantic wails as she resumed the punishment.

“There,” she said calmly, bringing the paddle down with renewed intensity. CRACK! CRACK! “Now you can focus on what you’re supposed to be learning instead of trying to escape the consequences.”

Larry’s screams filled the room, his body shaking as the paddle struck again and again, the pain radiating through his entire lower body. Audrey showed no mercy, her strikes deliberate and measured, ensuring that no spot was spared. She focused especially on the tender area where his thighs met his bottom, making him howl in agony.

“Do you think this is a game, Larry?” she asked, her voice calm and scolding as the paddle continued to fall. CRACK! “Do you think you can ignore my rules?” CRACK! “Sneak around and lie to me?” CRACK!

“No, Mommy!” Larry wailed, his voice barely audible through his sobs. “I’ll never do it again! I swear! Please, Mommy, please!”

Audrey didn’t relent, her strikes as powerful as ever. The paddle connected with his skin again and again, the fiery pain driving him to the edge of his endurance. His tears flowed freely, his body trembling with the force of his cries as he begged for the punishment to stop.

“Lying and stealing is not just breaking the rules, Larry,” Audrey said, her voice still steady and unyielding. “It’s a complete betrayal of trust. And in this household, trust is everything.”

The paddling seemed to go on forever, each blow a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Audrey paused, holding the paddle firmly in her hand as Larry lay pinned across her lap, his body shaking with sobs.

Audrey kept her firm grip on Larry’s back as his sobbing subsided into hiccupping gasps, his body trembling from the intense paddling. His bottom radiated heat, the bruised, swollen flesh a vivid reminder of the consequences of his actions.

Without a word, she released him from her hold, gesturing for him to rise. “Get up,” she commanded, her voice calm but unyielding.

Larry struggled to his feet, his movements clumsy and slow as Audrey repositioned herself in the chair. With deliberate precision, she pointed to her left knee. “Straddle my leg,” she ordered, her tone firm. “Now.”

Fresh humiliation flooded Larry’s face as he hesitated, unsure if he’d heard her correctly. But the unyielding look in her eyes left no doubt. Awkwardly, he bent over her leg, his position spreading his legs and cleft and leaving his bottom hole completely exposed. His tender inner thighs brushed against her knee, and his genitals came to rest against her thigh like an offering on a platter. He felt utterly vulnerable, his shame overwhelming.

Audrey didn’t speak immediately. She let the moment hang in the air, the weight of his exposure settling over him like a heavy blanket. Then, she brought the edge of the paddle again to his cleft, bracketing his punishment, running it lightly down the center before letting it circle around his inner thighs and genitals. The motion was slow and deliberate, making Larry shudder with discomfort.

“Tell me, Larry,” she began, her voice calm and conversational, “are you going to be looking at pornography and pleasuring these little bits of yours again?”

Larry’s breath hitched as he sobbed softly. “No, Mommy,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I won’t. I swear.”

Audrey arched an eyebrow, pausing her gentle motion. Then, without warning, she brought the paddle down sharply against his inner thigh. CRACK! The sound echoed through the room, and Larry yelped in pain, his body jerking at the unexpected blow.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, her tone sharp, as she resumed rubbing the paddle lightly over his testicles, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

“Yes, Mommy,” Larry cried, his tears starting to flow again. “I’m sure. I’ll never do it again.”

“Good,” Audrey said, her voice deceptively calm. Then, without warning, she delivered another sharp smack, this time directly to the inside of the sensitive cleft of his bottom nearest his bottom hole. Larry howled, his body writhing slightly as the sting radiated through his tender flesh.

The paddle alternated between light, teasing rubs and sudden, painful smacks, each blow perfectly placed to maximize the sting. Audrey’s precision left no area untouched, her strikes landing on his inner thighs, his cleft, and the base of his cheeks where the pain was sharpest.

“Do you think I enjoy having to do this?” she asked, punctuating her words with another sharp smack to his inner thigh.

“N-no, Mommy!” Larry wailed, his voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down his face.

“Then why did you break my rules?” CRACK! The paddle struck the cleft nearest his bum hole again, making him yelp loudly. “Why did you disrespect me and this household?”

“I-I don’t know, Mommy,” Larry stammered through his sobs. “I’m sorry! Please!”

Audrey resumed rubbing the paddle lightly over him, letting the moment hang in the air before delivering another hard smack to his thighs. The sudden alternation between soothing and searing only deepened his humiliation, leaving him a sobbing, trembling mess across her knee.

“Sorry isn’t enough, Larry,” she said firmly, the paddle tracing slow, deliberate circles over his exposed cleft. “You’ve disrespected me, my rules, and yourself. This isn’t just about what you’ve done—it’s about ensuring you never do it again.”

The blows continued, each sharp smack to his most sensitive areas drawing a fresh cry from his lips. By the time Audrey finally stopped, Larry was a quivering, sobbing wreck, his body limp and trembling as he lay draped across her lap.

She let the paddle rest against his back, holding him in place as her voice softened slightly. “Now, Larry,” she said, her tone calm but firm, “are you going to disrespect me again?”

“No, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice raw and hoarse. “I’ll never do it!”

Audrey allowed Larry a brief moment to catch his breath, though her hand stayed firmly on his back, keeping him draped vulnerably straddled over her knee. His sobbing had quieted to soft, ragged breaths, but his body remained tense, his shame and pain still palpable.

She shifted her grip on the paddle and lightly tapped the flat of it against the backs of his testicles, the movement deliberate and teasing. Larry flinched immediately, letting out a startled gasp as the new sensation sent a wave of panic through him.

“Hm,” Audrey mused aloud, tapping the paddle lightly again. “I have half a mind to paddle these, too. Maybe that would teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Larry’s body jerked violently, his voice rising in a desperate plea. “No, Mommy! Please, no! Don’t do that!” he cried, his tears starting afresh as he squirmed helplessly across her lap. “I swear I’ll never break the rules again! Please!”

Audrey paused for a moment, letting his panic hang in the air, before a slow, amused chuckle escaped her lips. “Oh, Larry,” she said, her voice filled with mockery, “you should hear yourself now. You actually thought I was serious.”

She began to laugh softly, the sound calm and unhurried, as if his desperation were nothing more than an amusing spectacle. Larry froze, his sobs hitching as he realized she wasn’t planning to follow through on her threat. His relief was palpable, but it did nothing to lessen his embarrassment.

“You’re such a scared little thing, Larry,” she said, still chuckling as she gave another gentle tap to his most sensitive area with the flat of the paddle. “Just like your father. Scared out of your wits at the mere idea of me punishing these. Maybe that fear will help you behave from now on.”

Larry sniffled, his body trembling as he lay limp across her knee. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking from the rawness of his sobs.

Audrey rested the paddle on her lap, her piercing gaze locked on Larry as he continued to tremble across her knee. She let the weight of her authority hang in the air, each moment of silence amplifying the dread that filled the room. Finally, she spoke, her tone calm yet sharp as a blade.

“I won’t paddle your testicles, Larry,” she began, her voice unwavering, “but let me be perfectly clear—if I ever catch you indulging in this behavior again, if you break my rules by looking at pornography or pleasuring yourself, I will have no choice but to punish your penis and testicles in some manner. Do you understand me?”

Larry froze, fresh panic surging through him. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I promise, I’ll never do it again! Please, Mommy, I’ll be good!”

Audrey let out a soft, humorless chuckle as she directed his anttention over to a thin, flexible whip no longer than her forearm hanging on the wall.

“Do you see that, Larry,” she asked, her voice calm and measured, “It’s just one of the many tools I have at my disposal for dealing with delicate areas. A light whip like that can deliver a sharp, focused sting without causing permanent harm, but believe me, Larry, you won’t enjoy it.”

Larry’s eyes widened, and his breath hitched, his gaze fixed on the whip as if it were a snake about to strike. “M-Mommy, please—” he began, but Audrey silenced him with a raised hand.

“I’m not finished,” she said curtly. “If I catch you at it again, your punishment will be tailored to fit the crime. These ‘little bits’ of yours will feel the consequences of your actions—carefully, precisely, and thoroughly. And once your genitals have been punished appropriately, they’ll be locked away. A chastity device will ensure you have no access to them, no way to indulge in your filthy habits, and no way to disrespect my rules again.”

Larry’s sobs started afresh, his body trembling as the thought of such complete control over his body filled him with dread. “Please, Mommy,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “I’ll be good. I swear I’ll never do it again. Please don’t do that.”

Audrey tilted her head slightly, her expression both stern and faintly amused. “For your sake, Larry, I hope you mean it,” she said evenly. “Because I’m not bluffing. If it comes to this, you’ll regret it far more than anything you’ve experienced today.”

She patted his genitals lightly, her tone softening just enough to be firm but no longer biting. “Now, up,” she ordered, helping him off her lap. Larry stumbled to his feet, unsteady and trembling. She gestured for him to stand, his face tear-streaked and his body radiating shame.

Audrey sat back in her chair, her expression calm but commanding as she gestured toward the wall. “Stand over there, Larry,” she ordered, pointing with the paddle. “Your back against the wall, hands on your head. And don’t you dare move unless I tell you.”

Larry’s face burned with fresh humiliation as he obeyed, shuffling unsteadily to the wall. The cool surface pressed against his swollen, burning bottom as he clasped his hands atop his head, his elbows trembling with shame. He sniffled softly, his head hanging low, but Audrey wasn’t finished.

She rose from her chair, walking to the door with the paddle still in hand. She opened it and called out into the hall. “Carol, come here, please.”

Chapter 8: Stepsister Humiliation

Larry’s heart sank as he heard Carol’s footsteps approaching. A moment later, she stepped into the room, with a knowing smirk. Her eyes flicked to Larry, standing red-faced and bare against the wall, before turning to Audrey.

“What’s up, Mom?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and faint amusement.

Audrey gestured toward Larry with the paddle. “Your stepbrother has a habit of breaking the rules in the most disgusting ways,” she said, her tone calm but sharp. “Rubbing himself to pornographic images. I think it’s time he demonstrates exactly what he’s been doing behind our backs.”

Larry’s stomach dropped, his legs trembling as he realized what she was asking. “M-Mommy, please,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “Don’t make me—”

“Enough,” Audrey interrupted sharply, her gaze narrowing. “You will do as you’re told, or I will have no choice but to use some of these.” She gestured to a row of straps and whips hanging neatly on the wall. Their fierce, menacing shapes left no doubt as to their purpose.

Larry froze, his breath catching as his eyes darted to the implements. The threat was clear, and he knew Audrey would follow through without hesitation. With fresh tears streaming down his face, he nodded miserably. “Yes, Mommy,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Audrey stepped back and folded her arms, her expression unyielding. “Good. Now, give us a demonstration. Show us exactly how you’ve been pleasuring yourself while looking at that filth.”

Larry hesitated, his body paralyzed with humiliation. “Please…” he started, but one look at Audrey’s raised eyebrow silenced him. Slowly, reluctantly, he brought his hands down and licked the palm of one, his face burning as he tried to avoid looking at either woman.

“Ewww. He licks it,” Carol said, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Carol leaned against the wall, her arms crossed as she watched with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. “Go on,” she said mockingly. “We’re waiting.”

Larry swallowed hard, his body trembling as he began rubbing himself, his movements awkward and hesitant. The humiliation was unbearable, and he couldn’t hold back the fresh sobs that wracked his body as Audrey and Carol looked on.

Audrey’s lips curled in faint disdain, her voice cutting through the room like a knife. “Is this what you’ve been doing, Larry? Hiding in your room, indulging in your filthy fantasies, and disrespecting the rules of this house?”

Larry nodded miserably, his tears flowing freely as he continued the humiliating demonstration. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice breaking, his hand slowing.

Audrey crossed her arms as she leaned back slightly, the paddle still in her hand. “You’re not done yet, Larry,” she said firmly. “You’ll keep going. I want to see the full extent of what you’ve been so eager to use while breaking my rules. Rub until you’re hard.”

Larry froze, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. “M-Mommy, please,” he stammered, his voice trembling with humiliation.

“Did I stutter?” Audrey snapped, her voice sharp as a whip. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll introduce you to those whips and straps on the wall. Is that what you want?”

“No, Mommy,” Larry choked out, his tears streaming down his face. He sniffled loudly and forced his trembling hands back to himself, his body shuddering as he resumed the humiliating task.

Carol watched from her spot near the wall, her arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on her lips. “Wow,” she said mockingly. “Really putting on a show, aren’t you, Larry?”

Larry’s trembling hands moved hesitantly, his face burning with shame as he rubbed himself under Audrey and Carol’s cold, scrutinizing gaze. His body shook with humiliation, every motion a reminder of his utter vulnerability. His face was streaked with tears, and the occasional sniffle punctuated the room’s tense silence.

Carol tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting to Larry’s fumbling movements. “You know, Larry,” she said mockingly, “maybe fondling your balls with your other hand might help?”

Larry’s breath hitched, and his face turned a deeper shade of crimson as Carol’s words landed like a slap. He shook his head slightly, trying to keep his sobbing under control. “P-please,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I don’t—”

Audrey raised a hand, silencing him instantly. Her piercing gaze turned to Larry, her expression cold and calculating. “You heard her,” she said sharply. “Use your other hand. Rub your testicles. Maybe that will help you finish the job.”

Fresh tears streamed down Larry’s face as he nodded miserably. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice barely audible.

He reached down with his free hand, his movements hesitant and trembling. As his palm cupped his testicles, he sobbed harder, the sheer humiliation of the act overwhelming him. He began rubbing gently, his breath hitching as he obeyed the mortifying command.

Carol let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Well, he’s trying,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “I guess that’s the best we can expect.”

Carol, dressed in form-fitting black leggings and a sports bra that accentuated her toned figure, observed him with a cool, detached interest. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, took in the sight before her with an air of superiority that only heightened Larry's embarrassment.

As the moments passed, it became apparent that Larry was struggling to perform under the watchful eyes of the two women. His arousal waned, his member failing to respond as it usually did in the privacy of his own room.

Carol tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed his predicament. "Not much happening, is there?" she remarked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Before Larry could respond, Carol stepped forward, her confidence radiating from her like a physical force. She struck a few poses, each one more provocative than the last, her body bending and flexing in ways that were both mesmerizing and utterly humiliating for Larry.

"Do you like what you see?" Carol asked, her voice a silky purr that seemed to echo through the room.

Audrey, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "Answer the question, Larry," she commanded, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Yesssss," Larry hissed through gritted teeth, the word escaping from him in a rush of air. The sight of Carol, so dominant and self-assured, was pushing him closer to the edge. His body responded to her display, his arousal growing with each passing second.

Carol's smirk widened into a satisfied grin as she watched Larry's transformation. She seemed to revel in her power over him, her every movement a deliberate taunt that stoked the fires of his embarrassment and desire.

Audrey, meanwhile, remained the picture of composed authority, her presence a constant reminder of the discipline that governed their household. She watched the scene unfold with a clinical interest, her eyes never leaving Larry as he began to inflate.

The room was silent save for the ragged breaths that escaped from Larry's lips. With each stroke, he felt himself becoming harder and harder, his body no longer his to control. The shame of his public display, combined with the intoxicating allure of Carol's dominance, was too much for him to bear.

Larry’s sobbing grew louder as he worked himself reluctantly, his mortification only increasing as he felt his body respond despite his shame. His hands moved hesitantly, and after a few agonizing moments, he seemed to reach full hardness.

Audrey stepped closer, tapping the paddle lightly against her palm as she inspected him with a critical eye. “Stop, hands on your head,” she commanded, her voice calm but unyielding. Larry immediately dropped his penis and testicles and placed his hands on his head as he stood trembling before them.

Carol leaned in slightly, her gaze sweeping over him as her smirk widened. “That’s it?” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “Wow. You’re not much of a shower or a grower, are you?”

Larry’s body shook with fresh sobs, his humiliation reaching unbearable levels as both women’s disdainful eyes lingered on him. His erection throbbed painfully, a cruel reminder of the shame and powerlessness he felt.

Audrey crossed her arms and continued tapping the paddle against her palm, her gaze fixed firmly on Larry. His trembling body and tear-streaked face only added to the weight of his humiliation. She gestured sharply with the paddle.

“You’re not done yet, Larry,” she said coolly. “Keep rubbing. You’ll continue until you’re right on the brink. And when I tell you to take your hands away, you’ll take your hands away. Do you understand?”

Larry’s voice cracked as he whimpered, “M-Mommy, please don’t make me—”

“Enough,” Audrey snapped, her tone icy. “Do as you’re told. Or shall I remind you of the implements I haven’t had the chance to use yet?”

“No, Mommy,” Larry whispered, his voice barely audible through his tears. His hands moved hesitantly back to himself, licking his palm on the way, his face burning as he resumed the humiliating task.

Larry’s sobbing grew louder as he continued, his body betraying him as he worked himself closer and closer to the edge. The tension built unbearably, and he couldn’t stop the involuntary reactions of his body as his breath hitched and his hips bucked slightly.

Audrey’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “Stop. Hands on your head.”

Larry froze, the sharpness of her command pulling him out of his haze of shame and panic. He dropped his genitals immediately, raising his arms and clasping his hands them on top of his head as instructed, his body trembling with the strain of holding himself back, wracked with tension, every nerve alight as he hovered on the very edge of release. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his hips betrayed him, thrusting involuntarily as he struggled against the mounting pressure.

His penis, wet and glistening, throbbed visibly, twitching with every ragged breath he took. The shame of his situation was unbearable, but his body refused to heed his desperate pleas for control. A soft, involuntary moan escaped his lips, and his legs trembled as his hips bucked forward again, unable to stay still.

“Look at him,” Carol said, her voice dripping with mockery. “He can’t even control himself.”

Audrey’s expression was cold and unyielding as she watched him. “Pathetic,” she said evenly. “You’ve brought this on yourself, Larry.”

Larry's body was a taut bowstring, vibrating with the tension of his impending release. The sight of him, so desperate and needy, would have been comical under different circumstances.

Audrey, ever the stern disciplinarian, turned to Carol with a knowing look. "Just a little bit," she said, her voice carrying the faintest hint of amusement.

Carol, catching her mother's meaning, smirked as she reached for the strap of her sports bra. With a teasing slowness, she lowered one side, revealing the soft curve of her breast and the hardened peak of her nipple. It was a sight that, under normal conditions, would have driven any red-blooded young man to the brink of madness.

For Larry, it was the final straw. The sight of Carol's exposed breast, combined with the humiliating position he had been forced into, sent him careening over the edge. A primal groan escaped his lips as his body convulsed, the orgasm ripping through him with an intensity that left him breathless.

His hands remained locked on top of his head as he came violently, his hips jerking forward as if propelled by an invisible force. Streams of his release spurted forth, painting the floor with the evidence of his submission.

The room was silent except for Larry's labored breathing, the sound echoing off the walls as he slowly came back to himself. Audrey's expression was one of satisfaction, her authority over him reaffirmed. Carol, meanwhile, adjusted her sports bra, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

Larry stood there, his face flushed with embarrassment and his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He had been reduced to a quivering mass of nerve endings, his willpower no match for the combined force of Audrey and Carol's dominance.

The room erupted into laughter as Larry's orgasm subsided. Audrey's eyes sparkled with mirth as she watched him, his face a mask of shame and confusion. Carol, too, giggled at the sight of her stepbrother, so overcome with lust that the barest hint of skin had been enough to send him into a frenzy of release.

"Look at him," Audrey chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Getting off to a little bit of his sister’s tit. How pathetic."

Carol joined in, her laughter light and mocking. "I didn't realize it was that easy, Larry. You really are a horny little thing, aren't you?"

Larry stood there, his body still shaking from the force of his orgasm, as the two women laughed at his expense. The warmth of embarrassment spread across his cheeks, a stark contrast to the cooling wetness on his hand, cock, and the floor beneath him.

In that moment, Larry felt utterly exposed, not just physically but emotionally. He had been reduced to a joke, a source of amusement for Audrey and Carol. The power they held over him was absolute, and they wielded it with a casual cruelty that was both degrading and arousing.

Carol let out a low whistle, her arms crossed as she leaned back against the wall taking in the mess on the hardwood floor. “Wow,” she said mockingly. “That’s… a lot.”

Audrey’s gaze didn’t waver, her expression a mixture of stern disapproval and cold disdain. She stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor as she gestured to the mess. “Look at this,” she said sharply. “Look at the disgusting mess you’ve made, Larry. That,” she said, her voice cold and deliberate, “is the last time you ever indulge in such disgusting behavior under my roof.”

Larry sobbed openly, his body shaking as he stared at the floor, unable to look either woman in the eye. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t clean this up,” Audrey snapped, gesturing to the puddle at his feet. “Clean it up. Now.”

Lowering his hands and wiping the tears from his face, he stepped towards the doorway.

Audrey’s sharp voice stopped him mid-step. “And just where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her tone cold and biting.

Larry froze, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. “T-to get something to clean it up with, Mommy,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Audrey let out a humorless laugh, her expression hardening as she crossed her arms and fixed him with a piercing stare. “Oh no, Larry,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “You’re not going anywhere. You made this mess, and you’re going to clean it up right here and now. With your mouth.”

Larry’s heart sank, his stomach twisting in fresh humiliation. He blinked up at her, tears welling in his eyes again. “W-with my mouth?” he echoed, his voice trembling.

“Yes,” Audrey said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Every last drop. Lick it up. And if I see so much as a speck left behind, I’ll strap you raw.”

Larry’s body shook as he knelt down, his head hanging low. He wanted to protest, to beg for another way, but the weight of Audrey’s authority—and the threat of further punishment—kept him silent. Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his face toward the floor.

Carol leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on her lips. “Well,” she said mockingly, “looks like Larry’s got some serious cleanup work to do.”

Larry’s tears fell freely as his tongue met the cold surface of the floor, his entire body burning with humiliation. The bitter, salty taste made him gag, but he forced himself to keep going, his sobs muffled as he worked to clean every last drop.

Audrey watched him with a calm, unwavering gaze, her arms still crossed. “Good,” she said evenly. “Maybe this will teach you to think before you act next time. You’ve disrespected this household enough as it is.”

Carol let out a low laugh, shaking her head. “Honestly, Larry,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

When Larry finally finished, he sat back on his knees, his face streaked with tears and his body trembling. “I-I’m done, Mommy,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

Audrey’s heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she stepped closer, looming over him with an air of unshakable authority. “Are you?” she asked coolly, her eyes narrowing. She crouched slightly, her hand reaching down to grip his tear-streaked face. With a firm squeeze of his cheeks, she forced his mouth open, her thumb and fingers pressing into his soft flesh.

“Open up,” she commanded. “Let me see.”

Larry’s breath hitched as his mouth was forced open, fresh tears streaming down his face as he complied. Audrey’s sharp eyes examined him closely, her grip unrelenting as she tilted his head slightly. “Did you swallow it all?” she asked, her voice low and cutting.

Larry sobbed openly, his voice muffled by the grip on his cheeks. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he choked out, the words barely intelligible as his tears continued to flow.

Audrey held him there for a moment longer, her gaze piercing as she scrutinized him. Finally, she released his face, straightening with a small, dismissive shake of her head.

Larry’s shoulders shook with fresh sobs, his body trembling as he knelt at her feet, utterly humiliated and defeated. Audrey’s expression remained stern as she stepped back, her commanding presence filling the room.

“Stand up,” she ordered curtly. “Hands on your head. We’re not finished yet.”

Larry obeyed shakily, his movements slow and clumsy as he rose to his feet, his hands trembling as he clasped them atop his head. He stood there, his tear-streaked face and reddened, throbbing backside a testament to the thoroughness of his punishment.

Chapter 9: A Punishment that Fits the Crime

Audrey paced the room slowly, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor as Larry stood trembling with his hands clasped behind his head. His face was a mess of tears and shame, his sobs still hitching faintly as he tried to recover from the sheer weight of his humiliation. But Audrey wasn’t done.

“There’s still another matter to address,” she said, her voice calm but cold. “Your completely inappropriate, sexualized questions to your stepsister.”

Larry’s heart sank further, his body tensing as fresh panic flooded him. He could feel Carol’s presence in the room, still leaning casually against the wall, her smirk growing wider as Audrey continued.

“Asking her if she gives blowjobs? If she accepts anal sex?” Audrey said sharply, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. “Utterly inappropriate, Larry. You have no right to ask her such disgusting, personal questions. What on earth were you thinking?”

“I—I wasn’t thinking, Mommy,” Larry stammered, his voice trembling with fresh tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh, you didn’t mean to?” Audrey interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You just accidentally asked her about her sexual preferences? Spare me, Larry.”

Carol laughed softly, crossing her arms as she leaned further into the doorway. “Sounds like someone’s been having fantasies,” she said mockingly.

Larry’s face burned with fresh humiliation, his words catching in his throat as he shook his head desperately. “N-no! I swear, I wasn’t—”

“Enough,” Audrey snapped, her piercing gaze locking on him. “Look at me, Larry. Have you been having sexual fantasies about your new stepsister?”

Larry froze, his body trembling as her question hit him like a blow. “I—I—no, Mommy,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Audrey stepped closer, her heels clicking purposefully as she stood directly in front of him. “Don’t lie to me, Larry,” she said sharply. “We’ve already seen how well that worked out for you tonight. Be honest. Is that why you stole her panties? Because you fantasize about her?”

Larry’s sobs returned in full force, his body trembling as he choked out the truth. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—I just—”

“You just what?” Audrey demanded, her voice rising slightly. “You couldn’t control yourself? You thought it was acceptable to invade her privacy, steal from her, do God knows what with her underwear, and ask her disgusting, sexualized questions? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No, Mommy!” Larry wailed, his face burning with shame. “I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, I’m sorry!”

Carol chuckled softly, shaking her head as she looked him up and down. “Wow,” she said, her smirk widening. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? I mean, fantasizing about me? Stealing my panties? That’s just sad.”

Audrey’s sharp gaze lingered on Larry as he stood trembling, his hands still clasped behind his head. The weight of her disapproval was almost unbearable, but when she turned and walked purposefully toward the dresser drawers, his stomach twisted with fresh dread. He watched as she opened a drawer, her movements calm and deliberate, and pulled out something that made his breath hitch—lube and a strap-on dildo.

Holding them firmly in her hands, she turned back to him, her expression unreadable but her voice cutting through the room with icy precision. “If you’re so curious about blowjobs and anal intercourse, Larry,” she began, “perhaps it’s time to satisfy that curiosity—at the hands of your stepsister.”

Larry’s jaw dropped, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled his still-throbbing bottom. “M-Mommy, no!” he stammered, his voice cracking with panic. “Please, I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, you didn’t mean it?” Audrey interrupted, raising an eyebrow as she examined the strap-on. “You didn’t mean to ask her those filthy, invasive questions? Didn’t mean to fantasize about her? Didn’t mean to steal her panties?” She shook her head, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’re full of excuses, Larry. And I’ve had enough.”

Carol’s smirk grew. “Well,” she said mockingly, her arms crossed. “I guess it’s only fair. He was pretty interested in my preferences, after all.”

Larry turned toward her, his face streaked with tears as he shook his head frantically. “Carol, please! I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—I didn’t—”

“Save it,” Carol replied coolly, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ve been caught, Larry. Might as well take your punishment like a man—oh, wait. That doesn’t really apply to you, does it?”

Audrey walked back toward Larry, the strap-on hanging loosely in her hands as she stopped in front of him. She tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto his tear-filled eyes. “If you think you can objectify and sexualize your stepsister without consequences,” she said coldly, “you’re about to learn how wrong you are.”

Larry’s knees buckled slightly, his voice trembling as he pleaded, “Please, Mommy, don’t do this! I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

Audrey’s lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. “Oh, you’ll never do it again,” she said softly, her tone both threatening and final. “Because after tonight, you’ll have a whole new understanding of what it means to respect boundaries.”

Chapter 10: A Cleansing Enema

Audrey didn’t wait for Larry’s protests. She turned briskly on her heel and strode toward a nearby closet, opening it with deliberate precision. From within, she wheeled out a sleek metal rod on wheels, from which an enema bag was hung, the red bag swaying slightly as she moved it. The associated hosing and nozzle hung in place, ready for use. Larry’s eyes widened in horror, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

“Before your stepsister gets started,” Audrey said matter-of-factly, “you’ll need to be properly cleaned out. We wouldn’t want you making an even bigger mess, now would we?”

“M-Mommy, please!” Larry sobbed, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Please don’t—”

“Save it,” Audrey interrupted sharply, pushing the enema setup to the side of the bed. With one hand, she picked up a triangular bolster and placed it in the center of the bed. “Over the bolster, Larry. Bum high. Now.”

Larry hesitated, his trembling legs refusing to move. Audrey’s sharp glare froze him in place, her eyes narrowing as she pointed firmly to the bolster.

“Do not make me tell you again,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Bend over. Bum high.”

Shaking with humiliation and fear, Larry shuffled toward the bed. He climbed onto it awkwardly, positioning himself over the bolster as instructed. The position left his bottom raised high in the air, his reddened cheeks fully on display. The vulnerable angle made him feel utterly exposed, but he didn’t dare argue.

Audrey stepped back, satisfied. “Stay there,” she said curtly as she collected the enema bag and muttered to herself, “a nice warm soap-suds enema, just what the doctor ordered.”

“I’ll be back in a moment.” She turned and headed for the bathroom, red enema bag in hand, the sound of her heels echoing in the room as she went to prepare the enema bag with the solution.

Larry whimpered softly, his body trembling as he lay across the bed, his humiliation growing by the second. The sound of soft laughter pulled his attention, and he turned his head slightly to see Carol leaning nearby, her smirk wider than ever.

“Well, well,” she said teasingly, crossing her arms as she stepped closer. “Looks like someone’s about to get a little extra care. How does it feel, Larry? Knowing Mommy’s going to clean you out like a naughty little boy?”

Larry buried his face in the bed, unable to respond as fresh tears streamed down his face. Carol chuckled, circling the bed slowly, her teasing voice filling the room.

“You know,” she continued, “Those soapy enemas really burn. I bet it’s going to feel amazing with your poor, spanked bottom already so sore. And just think—this is only the beginning.” She stopped near his head, crouching slightly to catch his tear-filled gaze. “After all, once you’re all cleaned out, we’ve got some real fun waiting for you.”

Larry sobbed harder, his body shaking with humiliation and fear as he lay there, waiting for Audrey to return. The weight of what was coming next hung heavily in the air, and he knew there was no escape.

Audrey returned a few minutes later, carrying the enema bag now filled with a warm, soapy solution. The liquid swayed slightly as she walked, the faint bubbles coming off the top a cruel reminder of what was to come. She attached the hose and hung the bag back on its stand.

Larry whimpered softly, his body trembling as he watched her connect the tubing to the nozzle with practiced precision. He wanted to plead again, to beg her to reconsider, but the stern look on her face silenced him before he could even open his mouth.

“This,” Audrey said, holding the nozzle up for him to see, “is what happens when you lose all sense of respect and decency. You’ve earned every moment of this, Larry. Perhaps next time, you’ll think twice before indulging in such disgusting behavior.”

Audrey put on a pair of latex gloves and applied some lubrication to his bottom hole. She moved behind him, placing one hand firmly on his lower back to keep him in position. With her other hand, she gently but deliberately inserted the nozzle into his bottom, her movements clinical but firm. Larry let out a soft, involuntary whimper, his face buried in the bedding as fresh tears leaked from his eyes.

“Quiet,” Audrey commanded sharply. “This is a consequence, not an indulgence. You will take it silently, or I’ll have you hold a second quart.”

With the nozzle in place, Audrey opened the clamp on the tubing, and the warm, soapy solution began to flow. Larry gasped, his body tensing as the liquid filled him. The discomfort quickly turned to a deep, burning sensation, and he wriggled slightly, unable to stay still.

“Hold still,” Audrey snapped, pressing down more firmly on his back. “This is meant to be uncomfortable. Perhaps it will remind you to control yourself in the future.”

Carol leaned against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk on her face as she watched. “How’s it feel, Larry?” she teased. “Burns, doesn’t it? I can only imagine how bad it is. Maybe it will even take your mind off that freshly spanked bottom of yours.”

Larry’s sobs turned into soft cries as the pressure built, his body squirming helplessly as the enema filled him. “Mommy, please,” he whimpered. “It hurts…”

“It’s supposed to,” Audrey replied curtly, her tone leaving no room for sympathy. “You brought this on yourself.”

Finally, the bag emptied, and Audrey closed the clamp, removing the nozzle with a sharp, deliberate motion. Larry groaned softly, his body trembling as the unbearable fullness left him desperate for relief.

“Up,” Audrey commanded, pulling him by the arm. “We’re going to the bathroom.”

Larry stumbled to his feet, his hands instinctively moving to his bum, desperately holding his cheeks together, as he followed her out of the room. The fullness was excruciating, and each step sent waves of discomfort through his body. When they reached the bathroom, he nearly lunged for the toilet, but Audrey stopped him with a sharp tug on his arm.

“Not yet,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “Stand right here.”

Larry froze, his face twisted in desperation as she positioned him directly in front of the toilet. The porcelain bowl was so close he could practically feel the relief it promised, but Audrey’s grip on his arm kept him firmly in place.

“You’re going to stand here for five minutes,” she said, pulling a small timer from her pocket and setting it on the counter. “It needs to do it’s work, and you’ll learn that relief is earned, not given freely.”

Larry’s eyes widened in panic. “Mommy, please!” he begged, his voice trembling. “I can’t—I need to—please let me—”

“Silence,” Audrey interrupted sharply, releasing his arm. “If you dance around like a child or disobey, I’ll add more time.”

The timer began to tick, and Larry whimpered, his body writhing in distress as he shifted from foot to foot. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming, his hands on his bum as he tried to hold it all in. The pressure was unbearable, and the sight of the toilet so close only made it worse.

Carol leaned casually in the doorway, watching with amusement. “Look at him,” she said mockingly. “Dancing like a little kid. I thought you wanted to be an adult, Larry? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Larry’s face burned with shame as he wriggled in place, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Please…” he whimpered softly, his voice barely audible.

Audrey crossed her arms, her expression stern as she watched him struggle. “This is what happens when you lose control,” she said firmly. “Remember this feeling, Larry. Because if you ever break my rules again, you’ll find yourself right back here.”

The minutes dragged on, each tick of the timer stretching into eternity as Larry danced in place, his desperation growing with every passing second. Both women’s eyes were fixed on him, their judgment palpable, until finally, the timer beeped.

Audrey gestured toward the toilet. “Go,” she said curtly.

Larry practically collapsed onto the seat, his body trembling as he finally released, the relief so overwhelming it brought fresh tears to his eyes. His face burned with humiliation as the warm, soapy solution poured out of him in an audible rush, followed by spurt after spurt. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, each gurgle and splash making his shame deepen as Audrey and Carol watched without a shred of sympathy.

As he sat there, humiliated and broken, he could still feel the weight of their stares, reminding him that this was far from over.

Audrey wrinkled her nose, waving a hand in front of her face. “Well,” she said flatly, “at least you’re finally releasing all that filth.”

Carol chuckled softly, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Sounds like a fire hose,” she teased, her smirk widening as she watched Larry cringe.

Larry’s sobbing had quieted into soft, hiccuping breaths, his body trembling as he sat there, utterly exposed. Audrey stepped closer, pinching her nose with one hand as she reached past him with the other to flush the toilet. The sudden rush of water made Larry jump slightly, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

“Courtesy flush,” Audrey said curtly, stepping back and crossing her arms. “It’s bad enough we have to be here for this without the added stench.”

Larry buried his face in his hands, too humiliated to respond as his body continued to expel the solution in smaller, pitiful spurts. Finally, when he seemed to be spent, he sat there trembling, utterly drained and broken.

Audrey turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, returning moments later with the enema bag in hand. She began to rinse it and then refill it at the sink, the sound of water rushing into the bag making Larry’s stomach churn with fresh dread.

“This is just the first rinse,” she said matter-of-factly, her tone calm but firm. “You’ll need two to ensure you’re properly cleaned out. We wouldn’t want to leave anything behind, now would we?”

She set the filled back aside and said, “Enough sitting around. Up.”

Larry hesitated, his head snapping up with wide, tear-filled eyes. “M-Mommy, please…” he stammered, but the stern look on her face silenced him. She grabbed his arm firmly and hauled him to his feet, her strength leaving no room for resistance.

“Over here,” she commanded, pointing to the sink. “Bend over. Hands on the counter.”

Larry stumbled forward, his legs trembling as he bent over the sink, his reddened face reflected in the mirror. His hands gripped the edges of the counter for support, and he flinched as he felt Audrey’s gloved hands on his lower back.

“You’re a mess,” she said coldly, pulling a container of baby wipes from the counter and snapping the lid open. “Let’s get you cleaned up before we proceed.”

Larry whimpered softly, his body tensing as he felt the cool, damp wipe press against his sore, exposed bottom. Audrey worked with methodical precision, her movements firm and unyielding as she wiped away any remnants left from the enema.

“Stop squirming,” she snapped, her gloved hand pressing lightly on his back to keep him in place. “You brought this on yourself, Larry. You’ll stay still and take your cleaning like the naughty boy you are.”

Carol, watching it all, giggled.

Fresh tears welled in Larry’s eyes as he stared into the mirror, his reflection a pitiful reminder of his shame. The sound of the wipes crinkling filled the air as Audrey continued, her movements efficient yet thoroughly humiliating.

She focused on his cleft, spreading his cheeks slightly as she worked to clean his bottom hole. The coolness of the wipes against his sore skin made him flinch, but Audrey’s firm grip kept him in place. “Honestly,” she muttered, “the things I have to do to maintain discipline in this house…”

Larry’s face burned hotter than ever, his humiliation complete as Audrey finished with a final, deliberate swipe. She discarded the wipes in the trash as she straightened and picked up the filled enema bag.

“Come along,” she said sharply, walking out of the bathroom without looking back.

Carol stepped forward, her smirk firmly in place as she grabbed Larry by the ear, tugging him roughly to come along. “You heard her,” she said mockingly. “Let’s go.”

Larry stumbled after her, his legs trembling as she led him back, completely nude, to the Discussion Room. The tug on his ear was firm, but her mocking tone and the glint of amusement in her eyes made the humiliation even worse.

When they reached the bed, Carol released his ear and gestured toward the bolster with a smirk. “Back in position, Larry,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Bum high. You know the drill.”

Larry hesitated for only a moment before climbing onto the bed, his movements slow and shaky as he positioned himself over the bolster again. His reddened, tender bottom was once more raised high in the air, fully exposed as Audrey rehung the freshly filled enema bag.

“This is for your own good, Larry,” Audrey said, her tone calm but authoritative as she prepared to administer the first rinse. “Let’s get this over with.”

Larry whimpered softly as she inserted the nozzle, his body tensing as the cool liquid began to flow. The sensation was less intense than the soapy solution, but the growing fullness was still uncomfortable. Audrey’s hand rested firmly on his lower back, keeping him in place as the water filled him.

“You’ll hold it,” she repeated, her voice sharp. “I don’t want to hear a single complaint.”

When the bag emptied, Audrey removed the nozzle and helped Larry off the bed, guiding him to the bathroom once again where he was again required to hold it for the full five minutes. “You know the drill,” she said, gesturing to the toilet. Larry scrambled to sit down, releasing the rinse water in a series of soft gushes and spurts. His face burned as both women watched, Carol chuckling softly at his discomfort.

Audrey rinsed and refilled the enema bag and waited patiently, arms crossed, until he finished. “One more,” she said firmly, cleaning him again and returning him to the Discussion Room for the final rinse.

Larry followed reluctantly, his body trembling as he climbed back over the bolster. The second rinse was just as uncomfortable as the first, the cool liquid making him squirm as Audrey administered it with her usual precision.

“This is the final rinse,” she said. “Let’s make sure it’s thorough.”

When the bag was empty, she removed the nozzle and motioned him back to the bathroom. Once again, Larry sat on the toilet, releasing the clear water as Audrey and Carol observed.

“Good,” Audrey said finally, her tone crisp. “Now you’re cleaned out and ready for the next step.”

Larry’s heart sank, knowing the worst was yet to come.

Chapter 11: Oral Strap-On Discipline

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains reluctant oral dildo discipline.

Audrey stood in the center of the Discussion Room, her presence calm and composed as she addressed Larry, who stood trembling by the bed, his hands dangling awkwardly by his sides, not allowed to cover in the least.

“Well, Larry,” she said, her voice sharp and deliberate, “we’ve handled your other infractions, but now it’s time to address your wildly inappropriate questions to Carol. Asking about her sexual practices was disgusting, disrespectful, and completely out of line.”

Larry’s stomach dropped, his legs trembling as fresh panic set in. “M-Mommy, please,” he stammered, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again—”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t,” Audrey interrupted coolly, cutting him off with a wave of her hand. “Because you’re about to learn just how serious I am about respecting boundaries.” She gestured toward the dresser where she had earlier retrieved the strap-on, the imposing strap-on dildo and harness waiting ominously.

“Your father has been on the receiving end of this many times,” Audrey continued, picking up the strap-on, her tone matter-of-fact. “He knows exactly what happens when I decide it’s time to correct him. But today, Larry, it’s not me you need to worry about.”

Larry’s wide, tear-filled eyes darted to Carol, who stood leaning against the wall, wearing the tight black leggings and snug sports bra that emphasized her toned figure. She smirked, her expression cool and confident as she pushed herself off the wall and stepped forward.

“Today, this lesson is Carol’s to deliver,” Audrey said, her voice firm. “It will be her first time, but I’ll be here to guide her. And trust me, Larry, she’ll learn quickly.”

Larry shook his head frantically, his body trembling with fear. “No, Mommy, please!” he sobbed. “Please don’t let her—”

“Silence,” Audrey snapped, her voice like a whip. “Your protests won’t change anything.”

She turned to Carol, gesturing for her to step forward. Carol obeyed eagerly, her smirk widening as she stood in front of Audrey, who began fastening the harness around her hips with practiced ease. The imposing length of the strap-on hung between them, and Larry’s heart pounded as he watched, his fear growing with every passing moment.

“There,” Audrey said, tightening the final strap and stepping back to inspect her work. She adjusted the angle slightly, ensuring it was perfectly positioned before nodding in approval. “You look ready.”

Carol laughed softly, running a hand along the length of the strap-on dildo with mock curiosity. “I have to say, Mom,” she said, her tone teasing, “I’ve been looking forward to this. I think Larry’s going to learn a lot today.”

Audrey smiled faintly, her gaze turning back to Larry. “He’d better,” she said coldly. “Because if he doesn’t, there will be plenty more lessons to follow.”

Larry’s knees buckled slightly as he stared at the intimidating sight before him, his fear and humiliation consuming him entirely. He knew there was no escape, no way to avoid the punishment that awaited him. All he could do was hope that the lesson would end before his shame swallowed him whole.

Audrey stepped closer to Larry, her imposing presence making him flinch. Her arms crossed, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as she gestured toward Carol, who stood confidently with the strap-on harness fastened snugly around her hips.

“This is happening, Larry,” Audrey said firmly, her voice calm but cutting, “because you were so curious about blowjobs. Since you wanted to know so much, you’ll learn about them firsthand. Let this be a lesson in boundaries and respect.”

Larry’s face turned a deep crimson, his stomach churning with dread as he shook his head weakly. “M-Mommy, please…” he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

Audrey’s sharp gaze silenced him immediately. “Kneel in front of your stepsister,” she commanded. “Now.”

Trembling, Larry obeyed, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud as he positioned himself in front of Carol. She looked down at him with a smirk, resting one hand on her hip as the strap-on swayed slightly with her movements.

“Good,” Audrey said, stepping to the side to observe. “Now, Carol, give him gentle slaps on each cheek with the dildo. Let’s start with that.”

Carol laughed softly, clearly enjoying the moment as she stepped forward, positioning herself closer to Larry. “You heard her,” she said, her tone teasing. “Hold still, Larry.”

Larry winced as the tip of the strap-on made contact with his left cheek in a light, mocking slap, followed by the right. The rubbery thud sent fresh waves of humiliation through him, and his eyes watered even more as he sat there, unable to do anything but endure it.

“Don’t shy away,” Audrey said sharply, her voice cutting through the room. “This is part of your punishment, Larry. And I expect you to do as you’re told.”

She moved closer, tilting Larry’s chin upward with a firm hand. “Tilt your head back,” she instructed. “Open your mouth, and keep your eyes on Carol at all times.”

Larry’s breath hitched, his tears flowing freely as he obeyed, tilting his head back and parting his lips hesitantly. His tear-filled gaze met Carol’s smirking eyes, and the intensity of her stare only deepened his shame.

“Good,” Audrey said, her tone cold. “Now, Carol, let’s make sure he truly understands what he’s been so curious about.”

Carol grinned, adjusting her stance as she leaned slightly closer to Larry. “You’ve got a lot to learn, Larry,” she said mockingly, the strap-on swaying in front of him. “But don’t worry—I’m a great teacher.”

Larry’s breath hitched as Carol positioned the tip of the strap-on in front of his open mouth, tilting her head slightly as she watched his tear-filled eyes. “Relax, Larry,” she said mockingly. “It’s just like you imagined, isn’t it?”

Before he could respond, she slid the dildo forward, pushing it gently into his mouth. Larry’s immediate reaction was to gag, his body jerking slightly as the unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed him. He coughed, the strap-on slipping from his lips as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

Both women laughed softly, their tones filled with mocking amusement. “Oh, come on,” Carol teased, adjusting her grip on the strap-on. “That was barely anything. You didn’t even try.”

Audrey stepped closer, her voice sharp. “Stop being dramatic, Larry. Open your mouth and try again. You wanted to learn, didn’t you?”

Larry whimpered softly, his body trembling as he forced his mouth open again. Carol grinned, positioning the strap-on once more and sliding it past his lips. This time, Larry tried to control his reaction, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the rubbery length moved further into his mouth.

He lasted a few seconds longer before the gag reflex overtook him again. His body convulsed slightly as he coughed and sputtered, the strap-on slipping free as strings of drool trailed from his lips.

Carol laughed again, stepping back slightly to admire the sight. “Wow, Larry,” she said mockingly, “you’re really bad at this. I thought you were curious about blowjobs. Guess it’s not as fun as you imagined, huh?”

Audrey shook her head, her expression one of cold disappointment. “Pathetic,” she muttered. “But you’ll keep trying, Larry, until you’ve learned your lesson. Open your mouth again.”

Larry sobbed softly, his humiliation complete as he prepared to endure the punishment once more, knowing there was no escape from the lesson they intended to teach him.

Carol stepped closer again, the smirk on her face widening as she adjusted her stance. The strap-on bobbed slightly in front of Larry’s tear-streaked face, and she gripped it with one hand while placing the other firmly on the back of his head.

“All right, Larry,” she said mockingly, “time to see if you can handle a little more. Open up.”

Larry hesitated, his trembling lips parting reluctantly as he obeyed. Carol slid the strap-on back into his mouth, moving it deeper this time, and watched with amusement as his body tensed. He gagged slightly but managed to keep it in, his teary eyes locking on hers as she held it steady.

“Good,” she said with a teasing lilt. “See? You can do it if you really try.”

Audrey stood to the side, her arms crossed as she observed with a faint, cold smile. “He’ll manage,” she said curtly. “Keep going.”

Carol pushed the strap-on in further, her movements slow but deliberate as she tested his limits. Larry gagged again, his body jerking slightly, but Carol didn’t pull back. Instead, she kept her hand firmly on the back of his head, holding him in place.

“Breathe through your nose, Larry,” she said mockingly. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

He whimpered around the rubbery length, his muffled cries only adding to his humiliation. Carol began to thrust gently, pulling back just slightly before pushing in deeper. Each movement made Larry gag anew, his breath hitching and his body trembling as he struggled to keep up.

“See?” Carol said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Not so bad, is it? You’ve got plenty of room in there.”

Her grip on the back of his head tightened, and she pushed in further, the tip of the strap-on nearing the back of his throat. Larry’s gag reflex kicked in sharply, his body convulsing slightly as tears streamed down his cheeks. He could feel drool pooling at the corners of his mouth, dripping messily onto his chin.

Audrey stepped closer, her cold gaze fixed on him. “You’re learning, Larry,” she said icily. “And you’ll keep learning until I’m satisfied.”

Carol began to thrust more purposefully now, moving the strap-on in and out of his mouth as she guided him with a firm grip on his head. Larry’s sobs grew louder, his muffled cries barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing and the humiliating rhythm she set.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Carol ordered, her tone sharper now. “I want to see you trying, Larry. Don’t you dare look away.”

Larry’s teary gaze met hers, his humiliation complete as the punishment continued, each thrust a harsh reminder of the consequences of his actions. There was no escape, no reprieve, only the lesson they intended to drive home, one thrust at a time.

Carol’s grip tightened on the back of Larry’s head, her fingers threading firmly through his hair as she pulled him closer. “Let’s see if you can handle the real thing now,” she said mockingly, her smirk widening as she adjusted her stance, planting her feet for more control.

Larry whimpered around the strap-on, his muffled cries barely audible as she began to thrust harder, the rubber length moving deeper into his mouth with each push. His body shuddered violently, his gag reflex fighting against the intrusion, but Carol didn’t relent. She pushed forward until her abdomen was flush against his lips, forcing the entire length into his mouth.

“Look at that,” Carol said teasingly, glancing over at Audrey. “He’s taking it all. Not bad for a first-timer.”

Audrey’s faint smile remained fixed, her piercing gaze locked on Larry. “He’s learning,” she said evenly. “Keep going. Let’s make sure he doesn’t forget this.”

Carol began to thrust more intensely, her movements deliberate and forceful as she guided his head to keep pace. Each deep push made Larry gag violently, his body convulsing as strings of drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. His eyes streamed with tears, his humiliation complete as he struggled to endure the punishment.

“Come on, Larry,” Carol said mockingly, her tone dripping with amusement. “You’re almost there. You wanted to know about blowjobs, right? Well, this is what it’s like.”

Larry’s breath hitched with each thrust, his muffled gags growing louder as his body tensed. Carol held him firmly in place, her movements unrelenting as she thrust deeply, her abdomen pressing tightly against his lips with each push.

Finally, Larry’s desperation overcame him. With a burst of strength, he pushed away from her, stumbling back onto his hands and knees as he coughed and gagged violently. Drool hung from his lips in long, messy strings, and his entire body shook with the effort of catching his breath.

Carol laughed, stepping back slightly as she wiped her hands on her leggings. “Well,” she said, her smirk widening, “that was something. You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

Audrey crossed her arms, her cold gaze sweeping over Larry as he knelt on the floor, trembling and utterly humiliated. “Congratulations, Larry,” she said sharply. “You’ve learned your first lesson. Though judging by your performance, you still have a lot to work on.”

Both women chuckled softly as Larry sat there, coughing and sobbing, his body wracked with humiliation and exhaustion. The weight of the lesson hung heavily in the room, a harsh reminder of the consequences of his actions—and a clear warning of what would happen if he ever crossed the line again.

Chapter 12: Anal Strap-On Discipline

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains reluctant anal dildo discipline.

Audrey’s stern voice cut through Larry’s pitiful sobbing, sharp and unrelenting as she stood over him with her arms crossed. “And let’s not forget,” she began, her tone icy, “that you also had the audacity to ask Carol if she’d ever had anal sex.”

Larry froze, his tear-streaked face snapping up to meet her piercing gaze. His heart sank further, and fresh waves of panic coursed through him as her words hit him like a blow. “M-Mommy, I—” he stammered, but Audrey raised a hand to silence him.

“Enough,” she snapped. “There is absolutely no excuse for such an invasive, disgusting question. It’s beyond inappropriate—it’s outrageous.”

Carol chuckled softly from behind her, the imposing strap-on still hanging from her hips as she folded her arms. “Wow, Larry,” she said mockingly, her smirk widening. “You really wanted to know everything, didn’t you?”

Larry’s face burned with shame, his words catching in his throat as he tried to protest. “I-I didn’t mean—” he started, but Audrey’s glare silenced him instantly.

“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “You didn’t mean to ask my daughter such a personal, degrading question? Or perhaps you were just hoping she’d indulge your sick little fantasies.”

Larry’s breath hitched, and he shook his head frantically, fresh tears streaming down his face. “No, Mommy! I swear, I wasn’t—”

“Well,” Audrey interrupted sharply, her voice cold and deliberate, “if you were so curious about anal sex, then I think it’s time you learned about it—from the receiving end.”

Larry’s stomach dropped, and his body trembled violently as he stared up at her in horror. “N-no, Mommy, please,” he begged, his voice breaking with desperation. “Please don’t—”

“Silence,” Audrey barked, her gaze unyielding. She turned to Carol, who raised an eyebrow with a sly grin.

“Your first time for that, too, Carol.” Audrey said coolly, gesturing to the strap-on.

Carol’s grin widened as she adjusted the harness slightly, her hands resting confidently on her hips. “Oh, yeah,” she said with a chuckle. “But I’m ready. I think Larry’s going to learn even more today.”

Audrey nodded, her expression calm but firm. “Good. Let’s make sure this lesson sticks.”

Larry’s sobs grew louder, his trembling body betraying his utter helplessness as the two women stood over him, ready to deliver yet another harsh punishment for his actions.

Audrey strode purposefully to the bed, her sharp gaze fixed on Larry as he knelt on the floor, trembling and sobbing softly. Without a word, she adjusted the bolster, placing it at the edge of the bed so that it was positioned perfectly for what was to come. The triangular shape was unmistakable in its intent—raising the hips and exposing the bottom completely.

“Up,” she commanded curtly, pointing to the bolster. “Get over it. Knees spread.”

Larry’s body shook as he hesitated, his tear-filled eyes darting between Audrey and Carol, who stood confidently nearby, her smirk unwavering. Audrey’s piercing gaze hardened.

“Now, Larry,” she said sharply. “Or would you like me to add another layer of punishment to your list?”

With a pitiful whimper, Larry climbed onto the bed, his movements slow and shaky. He positioned himself over the bolster, his knees spreading reluctantly as his bottom rose high into the air. The vulnerable position made him feel utterly exposed, every ounce of dignity stripped away.

Audrey walked to a nearby drawer and retrieved a box of latex gloves and a bottle of lubricant. Pulling on a pair of gloves with a sharp snap, she poured a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, her movements precise and clinical.

“This is preparation, Larry,” she said coldly, stepping behind him. “I’m making sure you’re ready for what’s to come. You wanted to know so badly about anal sex—well, you’re about to learn.”

Larry let out a soft, involuntary whimper as Audrey placed her gloved hand on his lower back, holding him steady. With her other hand, she gently spread his cheeks, exposing his most private area.

“Hold still,” she commanded, her voice calm but firm.

The cool sensation of the lube made Larry flinch, and he whimpered as Audrey’s finger pressed gently against his bottom hole. She worked slowly at first, her movements deliberate as she pushed the tip of her finger inside. Larry let out a muffled cry, his body tensing as the unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed him.

“Relax,” Audrey said sharply. “The more you fight it, the worse it will be.”

Larry sobbed softly, his body trembling as he tried to comply. Audrey’s finger moved deeper, the cool lubricant easing the way as she stretched him slowly. After a few moments, she withdrew and added more lube, her clinical efficiency making the humiliation even more unbearable.

“Time to go a little further,” she said, pressing two fingers against him now. Larry’s breath hitched, and his body tensed again as she pushed inside, the stretch more intense this time. She moved with purpose, her fingers scissoring slightly to prepare him thoroughly.

“You’ll thank me for this,” she said icily. “Carol’s first time won’t be gentle, and you need to be ready.”

Larry’s sobs grew louder, his body writhing slightly as Audrey worked. “Please, Mommy,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I—I’ll be good, I swear. Please don’t—”

“Quiet,” Audrey snapped, her fingers pressing deeper. “You’ve brought this on yourself, and you’ll take it like the disgusting little boy you’ve proven yourself to be.”

After a few more moments, Audrey straightened, pulling her gloved hand away from Larry’s trembling bottom as he whimpered softly over the bolster. Her movements were clinical and precise. Without sparing Larry a glance, she turned her attention to Carol, who stood nearby, her strap-on prominently displayed and ready.

“Stay where you are, Larry,” Audrey instructed sharply.

Larry sniffled into the bedding, his body quivering with humiliation and anticipation, as Audrey approached Carol with a calm, measured demeanor. She squeezed the tube of lubricant, putting a generous amount into her gloved hand. The thick liquid shimmered under the light as she stepped closer to Carol, who smirked faintly.

“Hold still, Carol,” Audrey said, her voice firm but businesslike. “I’ll make sure you’re properly prepared.”

Carol nodded, her smirk widening as she planted her feet and tilted her hips slightly forward. Audrey began to work, her gloved hand moving deliberately over the length of the strap-on, coating it in a smooth layer of lubricant. Her movements were precise, spreading the slick lubricant evenly across the thick, bulbous tip and down the shaft.

Larry, still positioned over the bolster, couldn’t help but glance back, his tear-filled eyes widening at the sight. The strap-on glistened under the light, its imposing size made all the more intimidating as Audrey continued her meticulous work.

“You’ll go slow at first,” Audrey said to Carol, her tone calm but instructive. “Let him adjust. But don’t forget—this is a punishment, not a favor. He needs to feel it.”

Carol chuckled softly, adjusting the straps on her harness as Audrey finished. “Oh, don’t worry, Mom,” she said teasingly. “I’ll make sure he feels every bit of it.”

“Well, Larry,” Audrey said, her voice teasing but softer than before, “this is what happens when you can’t control yourself. Now, let’s get started. Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for Carol.”

Larry’s hands shook as he reluctantly obeyed, his face buried in the bedding as he reached back and spread his cheeks, exposing himself completely. His sobs were quiet now, but his body trembled visibly as Carol stepped closer.

Audrey stepped back, removing the glove with a sharp snap and discarding it. “Go ahead, Carol. Teach him the lesson he needs to learn.”

Carol approached the bed, her demeanor calm yet confident as she once more adjusted the strap-on harness around her hips. The imposing size of the dildo—long and thick—was intimidating even to her, and she knew it would be a challenge for Larry, no matter how gentle she was.

“Carol, start by preparing him. Let him feel what’s coming, but take your time.”

Carol smirked slightly, gripping the base of the strap-on and positioning the bulbous tip against Larry’s slick, lubricated hole. She pressed it gently against him, bumping it lightly several times to get him accustomed to the sensation.

Larry let out a soft whimper with each nudge, his body tensing and shuddering under the attention. “Relax,” Carol said, her voice unusually patient. “The more you fight, the harder this will be.”

Audrey nodded, standing nearby with her arms crossed. “She’s right, Larry,” she said crisply. “You’ll take this, and you’ll do so properly. Carol, start pressing in, but go slowly.”

With Audrey’s instruction, Carol began to apply gentle but steady pressure. The thick, rounded tip of the strap-on pushed firmly against Larry’s entrance, the resistance gradually giving way as the bulb began to slip inside.

Larry cried out, his voice trembling with both pain and fear as the bulbous head finally breached him, his anus stretching around the thick tip. The sensation was overwhelming, his hands flew to the front, and tears streamed down his face as his body instinctively tried to push back against the intrusion.

“Stop squirming,” Audrey ordered sharply, stepping closer to place a firm hand on Larry’s lower back. “This is exactly what you wanted to learn about, Larry. Now take it.”

Carol paused, keeping the tip fully inside but not pushing further. “Good,” Audrey said softly, as Carol kept her hand resting on the base of the strap-on. “Let him get used to it first. Give him a moment to adjust, but don’t let him think this is over. He needs to learn the full lesson.”

Larry sobbed into the bedding, his body trembling as he tried to process the intense sensation of being stretched and filled. Carol stayed still, her grip firm but patient as she waited for him to stop writhing.

“Deep breaths, Larry,” Carol said mockingly, her tone tinged with amusement. “You’re doing great. Or, well… as great as can be expected for your first time.”

Audrey stepped back slightly, her arms still crossed as she observed. “When you’re ready, Carol,” she instructed, “begin slowly moving deeper. But keep it controlled. This lesson isn’t about speed—at least not yet—it’s about thoroughness.”

“Yes, Mom,” Carol replied with a smirk, adjusting her stance as she prepared to continue. Larry whimpered softly, his body still trembling as he braced himself for the next, inevitable step.

Carol leaned slightly forward, her hips pressing gently against Larry’s trembling form. “All right, Larry,” she said softly but with a teasing edge, “time to take this lesson a little deeper.”

Audrey, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, nodded approvingly. “Start slow, Carol,” she instructed. “Controlled movements. Ease him into it, but don’t stop until he’s taking the entire length.”

Carol grinned faintly as she began to move her hips, pulling the strap-on back slightly before pushing in again. Her movements were deliberate, each slow thrust sinking a little deeper into Larry’s body. He let out a muffled sob with every inch, his trembling hands clutching the edges of the bolster as his body fought to adjust.

“Relax,” Carol said mockingly, her voice calm but tinged with amusement. “The more you fight it, the harder it’ll be. Just breathe, Larry.”

Larry whimpered, his voice shaky and filled with desperation. He tried to comply, forcing himself to take shallow breaths as the thick dildo stretched him further with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pressure that left him utterly helpless.

Audrey watched closely, her sharp gaze fixed on Larry’s trembling form. “Good,” she said to Carol. “Keep going. A little deeper each time. Don’t stop until he accepts every inch.”

Carol nodded, her movements growing slightly bolder as she worked the strap-on deeper. With each slow thrust, she advanced further, the length of the dildo disappearing inch by inch as Larry sobbed beneath her. His body shuddered violently when she reached the halfway point, the stretch making him gasp loudly.

“You’re doing great, Larry,” Carol said mockingly, her smirk widening. “Halfway there. Just a little more.”

Audrey stepped closer, her tone sharp as she added, “You’ll take all of it, Larry. There’s no stopping now. This is what you asked for, remember? You wanted to know all about anal sex from your stepsister, and now you’re finding out.”

Larry sobbed harder, his body shaking as Carol continued her slow, deliberate thrusts. Finally, with one firm push, the strap-on slid in completely, the base pressing flush against Larry’s reddened cheeks as Carol’s hips ground against him.

“There we go,” Carol said with a triumphant laugh, pausing for a moment to let him feel the full weight of the intrusion. “All the way in. How’s that feel, Larry? Exactly what you wanted?”

Audrey nodded in approval, her expression stern as she crossed her arms again. “Keep him there for a moment,” she instructed. “Let him feel it. Then start grinding your hips, slowly at first. He needs to understand the full extent of this lesson.”

Carol smirked as she adjusted her stance, pressing her hips firmly against Larry’s trembling body. She began to move in slow, deliberate circles, grinding the strap-on deeper into him as his sobs grew louder.

“You’re doing great, Larry,” Carol teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “Look at you, taking all of it like a pro. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all, huh?”

Larry’s face burned with humiliation, his body quaking with every movement as the punishment continued. Audrey’s sharp eyes remained fixed on him, ensuring that every moment of the lesson was driven home in both body and mind.

“He’s taken the full length now,” Audrey said coldly, her tone sharp with authority. “Carol, you can start giving it to him harder. Pull almost all the way out and thrust back in—deeper, quicker, and more forcefully with each movement.”

Carol grinned, tightening her grip on Larry’s hips. “Got it,” she said with enthusiasm, planting her feet firmly on the ground for better leverage. Her hands moved to clutch his sides, her fingers digging into his tender flesh as she began to pull back.

Larry whimpered, his body shaking violently as the thick strap-on slid almost all the way out. For a brief moment, the stretch eased, but it only made the impending thrust more unbearable. With a sharp, deliberate motion, Carol thrust forward, burying the entire length back inside him in one swift movement.

Larry cried out loudly, his voice raw and trembling as his body convulsed. Carol didn’t pause. She continued to pull out almost completely before slamming back in, her movements growing faster and harder with each thrust.

“Hold him steady,” Audrey commanded, stepping closer. “Don’t let him squirm away. This is a punishment, and he needs to feel every bit of it.”

Carol’s grip on Larry’s hips tightened as she began to thrust with more force, her movements unrelenting as she drove the strap-on in and out of him. Larry’s sobs turned into broken cries, his body jerking forward with every thrust, only to be pulled back into position by Carol’s firm hold.

“You’re doing great, Larry,” Carol mocked, her voice laced with amusement as she kept up her rhythm. “Bet you never thought you’d get a lesson like this, huh?”

Audrey nodded approvingly, her expression stern. “Good. Don’t stop until I say so. He wanted to know so much about anal sex—let’s make sure he understands it completely.”

Carol adjusted her angle slightly, slamming the strap-on in even harder. Her hands gripped Larry’s hips tightly, holding him steady as she increased her pace. Each thrust was deliberate and punishing, the sound of her movements filling the room as Larry’s cries echoed louder and louder.

“Take it, Larry,” Audrey said coldly, her voice cutting through his sobs. “This is what happens when you cross boundaries and invade someone’s privacy. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before asking such disgusting, invasive questions.”

Carol smirked, her hips slamming against Larry’s reddened cheeks with each powerful thrust. “I think he’s starting to get it,” she said mockingly, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “A few more like this, and he’ll be begging to follow the rules from now on.”

Larry’s cries grew hoarser, his body trembling violently as the punishment continued, each thrust driving home the lesson Audrey and Carol intended to teach him—thoroughly and without mercy.

“Well, look at you, Larry,” Audrey said coldly, her voice dripping with mockery. “Taking it so well. Almost like a little lady, aren’t you?”

Larry whimpered, his tear-streaked face buried in the bedding. His body shuddered with humiliation as her words cut deep, but he couldn’t find the strength to respond.

Carol chuckled at her mother’s remark, pausing mid-thrust to glance down at Larry’s reddened, trembling form. “You’re right, Mom,” she said with a smirk. “He is taking it like a little lady.” She raised one hand and delivered a sharp slap to Larry’s already throbbing bottom, the sound ringing out in the room.

Larry yelped, his body jerking forward slightly from the force of the smack, only to be pulled back by Carol’s firm grip on his hips. Fresh tears spilled from his eyes as he sobbed harder, the sting of the slap amplifying his shame.

“See?” Carol said mockingly, giving his bottom another firm smack for emphasis. “That’s what little ladies get. You’re doing great, Larry. So graceful.”

Audrey let out a soft, humorless chuckle, stepping closer to rest a hand on Larry’s lower back. “I have to admit,” she said with an air of satisfaction, “I didn’t think you’d manage to take it this well. But maybe we underestimated you. Or maybe…” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “…you’re just better suited for this than you thought.”

Carol resumed her thrusts, this time adding a playful slap to Larry’s backside every few movements, her laughter mixing with his cries. “Don’t worry, Larry,” she said with a grin. “We’ll make sure you’re the best little lady you can be by the time we’re done.”

Audrey stepped closer, her sharp gaze fixed on Larry as he trembled over the bolster. Carol’s hips moved rhythmically, driving the strap-on into him with steady thrusts. His sobs filled the room, muffled and pitiful, as he clung desperately to the bedding.

Audrey clicked her tongue, her expression a mix of mockery and cold authority. “No, no, Larry,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “You’re just lying there like a sack of potatoes. If you’re going to learn the full experience, you need to do your part.”

Larry whimpered softly, his tear-streaked face buried in the bedding as he struggled to respond. “M-Mommy, please—”

“Silence,” Audrey snapped, her tone cutting through his sobs. “You wanted to know what it’s like, didn’t you? Then you’ll learn how to please a gentleman properly, too.”

She stepped behind him, her sharp eyes narrowing as she gestured toward his hips. “Start moving, Larry. Rotate your hips in circles around Carol’s dildo. Men like it when ladies do that, so let’s see how well you can manage.”

Larry’s breath hitched, fresh humiliation flooding through him as he struggled to process her words. “I—I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” Audrey interrupted sharply, placing a firm hand on his lower back. “Now start. Slowly. And keep going until I tell you to stop.”

Carol smirked, pausing her thrusts to give Larry room to move. “You heard her,” she said mockingly, her hands gripping his hips. “Let’s see those circles, Larry.”

With a soft, pitiful sob, Larry began to move his hips in slow, hesitant circles. The motion made the thick strap-on shift inside him, intensifying the already overwhelming sensation. His face burned with shame as he rotated his trembling hips, his sobs growing louder with each movement.

“Better,” Audrey said coldly, her tone tinged with mock approval. “But you’re still too stiff. Relax and make it smoother. Men don’t like clumsy movements.”

Carol laughed softly, her grip tightening on his hips as she helped guide him. “Come on, Larry,” she teased, giving his red rump another hard smack. “You’re supposed to be a quick learner, right? Let’s see some enthusiasm.”

Larry’s body shook violently as he tried to obey, his circles growing slightly smoother as he moved against the strap-on. The humiliation was unbearable, every shift of his hips a reminder of how completely he had been stripped of control.

“Good,” Audrey said, her voice calm but cutting. “Keep it up. You’ll keep going like this until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson.”

Larry whimpered softly, his movements continuing under their watchful eyes, the punishment driving home the lesson in the most humiliating way imaginable.

Audrey circled the bed slowly, her arms crossed as she observed Larry’s trembling form. Carol’s smirk only widened as she continued her slow, rhythmic thrusts, her grip firm on his hips as he rotated in shameful circles around the strap-on.

“Well, Larry,” Audrey said sharply, her tone mocking, “if you wanted to learn, then you need to fully commit. That means vocalizing. Speak up. Tell ‘your man’ how good it feels.”

Larry froze, his sobs hitching as he buried his face deeper into the bedding. “M-Mommy, please—”

“Now!” Audrey barked, cutting him off. “I don’t want excuses. I want to hear you say it.”

Carol laughed softly, delivering a sharp slap to Larry’s reddened bottom. “Come on, Larry,” she teased, her tone dripping with mockery. “Tell me how good it feels. Isn’t that what a good little lady would do?”

Larry whimpered, fresh tears streaming down his face as he stammered, “I-it feels… good…”

Carol delivered another sharp slap to his cheek, making him yelp. “Louder,” she commanded. “And call it what it is—a big cock.”

Larry choked back a sob, his voice trembling as he obeyed. “I-it feels good,” he stammered. “Your… your big cock…”

“Good girl,” Carol said mockingly, delivering another slap to his bottom for emphasis. “You’re really getting into it now, aren’t you?”

Audrey stepped closer, her cold gaze locked on Larry’s tear-streaked face. “Keep going,” she commanded. “Tell him how much you love it. Tell him how deep it feels.”

Larry’s body trembled violently, his voice barely audible as he complied. “It—it feels so deep,” he choked out. “I… I love it…”

Another slap landed on his bottom, the sting making him cry out. “That’s more like it,” Carol said, her smirk widening. “You’re a natural, Larry. Or should I say… Lila?”

Audrey nodded approvingly. “Now beg for it,” she ordered coldly. “Beg him to go harder. Beg him to go deeper.”

Larry’s humiliation was complete as he sobbed, his voice breaking with each desperate word. “P-please… go harder,” he whimpered. “Go deeper… please…”

Carol chuckled, her grip tightening on his hips as she adjusted her stance. “You asked for it, sweetheart,” she said mockingly, her tone dripping with amusement.

Without hesitation, she began thrusting harder, each motion driving the strap-on deeper into Larry’s trembling body. The force of her movements made him cry out loudly, his sobs echoing through the room as Carol’s hips slammed against him with unrelenting intensity.

Audrey stepped back, her arms crossed as she observed. “That’s right,” she said icily. “You wanted this, Larry. Now take it, just like a proper little lady would.”

Larry’s body trembled violently under their combined taunts, his humiliation complete as the punishment continued, driving home the full eight inch length and two inch girth of his hard lesson.

Finally, Audrey raised a hand, signalling Carol to pause. “That’s enough,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through Larry’s broken sobs. “I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Larry whimpered in relief, his body trembling as he clung desperately to the bolster. His tear-streaked face was buried in the bedding, his cries still hitching in his throat. He felt utterly humiliated and defeated, every inch of his body radiating exhaustion and shame.

Carol, still gripping his hips, let out an exaggerated sigh and straightened up slightly, a mocking pout on her lips. “Awww,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “We’re stopping already? I was just starting to have fun.”

Audrey shot her a sharp look, though there was a faint flicker of amusement in her eyes. “This isn’t about your enjoyment, Carol,” she said pointedly. “It’s about making sure Larry understands the consequences of his actions.”

Carol shrugged, smirking as she withdrew the strap-on with deliberate slowness, the thick length dragging against his overstretched, raw opening. Larry whimpered loudly, his body trembling violently as the strap-on finally slid free with a faint, wet sound.

“There we go,” Carol said mockingly, stepping back and resting her hands on her hips as she looked down at Larry’s exposed form. “Let’s see what kind of job we’ve done.”

Audrey stepped closer, her sharp gaze fixed on Larry’s trembling body. “Spread your cheeks, Larry,” she ordered coldly. “Let us assess the results of your little lesson.”

Larry hesitated, his face burning with humiliation as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. Audrey didn’t wait for him to comply—she reached down and swatted his sore bottom sharply, making him cry out.

“Do it!” she snapped. “Unless you want me to grab one of those whips and give you a reason to obey.”

Whimpering, Larry reached back with trembling hands and spread his cheeks, exposing his distended, reddened hole. The skin was raw and inflamed, evidence of the relentless punishment he had endured. His body shook with silent sobs as both women leaned in to inspect him.

Carol let out a low whistle, shaking her head with a smirk. “Wow,” she said teasingly. “Look at that. I think he’s definitely learned something today.”

Audrey nodded, her expression cool and composed. “Thoroughly stretched,” she remarked dryly, tilting her head slightly as she examined him. “Raw, red, and properly used. Exactly as it should be after a lesson like this.”

Carol laughed, crossing her arms as she glanced at her mother. “Think he’ll be so curious about anal sex next time?” she asked mockingly.

“I highly doubt it,” Audrey replied with a faint smirk. “Though if he is, we can always repeat the lesson. Perhaps even escalate it.”

Larry’s body shuddered at the thought, his sobs growing louder as he pulled his arms forward and buried his face in the bedding once more. Carol reached out and gave his bottom a playful slap, her laughter filling the room.

“Cheer up, Larry,” she said mockingly. “At least now you know what it’s like. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Chapter 13: Wrap-Up Spanking

Audrey stood silently for a few moments, allowing Larry’s sobs to subside as he stayed over the bolster, trembling and humiliated. Finally, she cleared her throat, her sharp tone cutting through the quiet.

“Larry,” she said firmly. “This isn’t over yet. There’s one final step to your discipline, and it’s important we lock in the lessons you’ve learned today. You’ll receive one last spanking to ensure this behavior is never repeated.”

Larry’s breath hitched, his heart sinking as fresh tears welled in his eyes. “M-Mommy, please,” he whimpered, his voice trembling. “I’ve learned my lesson—I’ll never do it again—”

“Silence,” Audrey snapped, her voice brooking no argument. “You will do as you’re told. And Carol will stay to watch.”

Carol smirked from her spot nearby, still leaning casually against the wall as she removed her strap-on. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” she said mockingly. “I’ve got a front-row seat.”

Audrey gestured sharply toward the wall where the assortment of spanking implements hung neatly. “Larry, go to the rack,” she commanded. “Choose an implement and bring it to me. Quickly.”

Larry hesitated, his body trembling as he slowly stood and shuffled toward the rack. His face burned with shame as his tear-filled eyes scanned the options: hairbrushes, paddles, straps, whips, riding crops, and more, each one a reminder of the punishment he was about to endure. His hands shook as he reached for a thick, wooden hairbrush, the weight of it heavy in his palm.

He turned slowly and walked back to Audrey, holding the implement out to her with trembling hands. She took it from him without a word, her piercing gaze locking onto his.

“Now,” Audrey said, her tone sharp, sitting on the spanking chair, “tell me why you’re being punished. Admit to everything, and request your punishment appropriately. Use little boy words.”

Larry’s lips quivered as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. His voice broke as he began to speak, his humiliation evident in every trembling syllable. “I—I’ve been a very naughty little boy,” he stammered, his face burning. “S-so… please turn me over your knee, and spank my bare bottom.”

Audrey raised an eyebrow, her stern expression unwavering. “All of it, Larry,” she said coldly. “What are you being punished for? Be specific.”

Larry sniffled, his voice trembling as he continued. “I—I disrespected the rules of the house,” he said, his words coming in halting sobs. “I—I asked inappropriate questions… I stole… I lied… I—I looked at p-porn…”

“And?” Carol prompted, her voice sharp and outraged.

Larry hesitated, his face crumpling as he whispered, “And I had terrible fantasies about my stepsister.”

Carol looked satisfied as she removed the strap-on and put it on top of the dresser drawer.

Audrey also nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Good,” she said crisply. “You’ve admitted your wrongs, and now you’ll be punished for them one final time, all together. Over my knee, Larry. Let’s finish this.”

Larry shuffled forward, his body trembling as he lowered himself over Audrey’s lap. His reddened bottom was fully exposed, and the weight of the hairbrush in her hand reminded him of the punishment to come. Audrey adjusted him, positioning him firmly before raising the brush.

“Let’s make sure this lesson lasts,” she said coldly, bringing the hairbrush down with a resounding CRACK. Larry cried out, fresh tears spilling as the punishment began, with Carol watching every humiliating moment.

After a long and intense spanking, Audrey gave him his final smack and allowed him to get off her lap and to kneel on the floor.

Carol leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, her expression smug and amused as she observed the aftermath of Larry’s punishment. Her eyes lingered on the sight before her: Larry trembling on his knees in front of Audrey, his tear-streaked face pressed into his hands, his body still quivering from the intensity of the spanking.

His bottom was a vivid shade of crimson, mottled with both dark splotches and bright white splotches where the hairbrush had landed hardest. The skin looked swollen and tender, the evidence of Audrey’s discipline unmistakable. Carol smirked as she watched Larry shift uncomfortably, his every movement a painful reminder of the punishment he had endured.

The room was filled with the sound of Larry’s soft sobs, his voice hitching with each shallow breath. Carol’s gaze moved to the discarded hairbrush on the floor, the polished wood gleaming under the light. The weight of what she had witnessed hung heavily in the air, though for her, the experience was less about reflection and more about enjoyment.

“You really gave it to him, Mom,” Carol said with a low chuckle, her eyes flicking to Audrey, who stood with her arms crossed, her expression cold and unreadable. “I mean, look at that mess. I don’t think he’ll sit comfortably for a week.”

Audrey glanced down at Larry, her stern gaze softening just slightly—not with sympathy, but with the satisfaction of a job well done. “That was the point, Carol,” she said coolly. “If he ever forgets this lesson, the next one will be worse.”

Carol’s smirk widened as her eyes returned to Larry. His sobbing had quieted somewhat, though his body still trembled, and he avoided looking at either of them. “You know,” she said teasingly, “I don’t think he’ll forget anytime soon. That’s one hell of a view. That ass is a work of art, like a beautiful sunset.”

Larry whimpered softly, his face burning with shame as Carol’s mocking words hit him. He didn’t dare move, knowing that even the slightest defiance could result in another round of punishment. His reddened bottom, swollen and pulsating, remained a silent testament to his humiliation.

Audrey stepped forward, her heels clicking against the floor as she loomed over him. “Stand up, Larry,” she commanded, her tone sharp. “Let’s see if you’ve learned anything.”

Larry struggled to his feet, his legs trembling as he stood before them, his hands fidgeting at his sides, his shrivelled penis and testicles on full view. He couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor as fresh tears threatened to spill.

Carol gave him a slow once-over, her smirk unwavering. “Well,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery, “at least you look like someone who’s been thoroughly disciplined. You might even pass for someone who’s learned their place.”

Audrey nodded curtly, her gaze still fixed on Larry. “I hope she’s right, Larry,” she said coldly. “Because if I ever have to go through this with you again, you won’t be sitting for a month afterward. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Larry whispered, his voice trembling as he struggled to hold back another wave of tears.

Carol chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the wall. “Good boy,” she said mockingly. “You’ve earned your little cry.”

Chapter 14: Corner Time

Larry sniffled, his body too drained to respond as he stood there, completely spent and utterly humiliated. Audrey gestured for him to move, her tone firm. “Come along, Larry,” she commanded. “We’re done here.”

Larry hesitated for a moment, his legs shaking. His face was tear-streaked, his body completely bare.

“Follow me,” Audrey said coolly, turning and opening the door to the hallway. Larry hesitated, his face burning at the thought of leaving the privacy of the Discussion Room, but a stern glance from Audrey spurred him into motion.

Head hanging low, Larry shuffled after Audrey, his naked body trembling as she led him down the hall. Carol walked behind him, her presence adding to his humiliation as the sound of her faint chuckles reached his ears.

When they reached a quiet corner of the living room, Audrey stopped and pointed firmly. “Nose in the corner,” she said curtly. “Stand there. Cry it out. And don’t move until I say so.”

Larry’s breath hitched, fresh tears welling in his eyes as he stepped forward and pressed his nose to the wall. The cool surface was a stark contrast to his burning face, and he sobbed quietly, his body trembling as the reality of his punishment settled over him.

Carol leaned casually against a nearby wall, her arms crossed as she watched him with amusement. “You heard her,” she said teasingly. “Cry it out, Larry. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before being such a creep.”

Audrey stood silently, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable as she observed him. The room was quiet except for Larry’s soft sobs, the weight of their judgment hanging heavily in the air. This was the final stage of his punishment—a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions, one he would carry with him long after the tears stopped flowing.