Max stared at the shiny, silver chain necklace in her hands.

It was innocuous enough that no one would suspect its true meaning, but he knew very well what it was, and the heat in her eyes told him she knew it, too.  He’d helped pick it out of three choices she’d given him. 

The arrival of it today had been something he was both excited about and frightened about.  It meant it was time to commit or not.

“I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure, Max.” She told him. Her voice was a calm, soothing sound to his frayed nerves.  “Please, be sure.  I can wait, or we can just not do it at all.”

Oh, he felt an ache at that.  Shit, he knew it wasn’t a choice he could live with to turn this down.  Max and Sara had been chatting for weeks, then met up and had some lunches together.  They’d met on a kink website, and he’d been brave enough to tell her he was willing to be her submissive finally.  

The admission had nearly burst his heart with the power of it.

“No, Miss.  I want this…I want..us.  Please, put it on me?” He asked.  No, he begged, and they both felt the difference.

“Certainly.” She smiled and went behind him.  

The chain went around his neck, and he felt her closing it.

“Do you promise to obey me, Max?” She asked.

“I do, Miss.” He whispered.

“Do you allow me to spank or paddle or punish you as I wish and we negotiate?” She asked.

“I… do, Miss.” He whispered and felt his cock go very hard.

“Do you give me rights to your pubic hair and your orgasms?” She asked.

“I do, Miss.” He could barely speak.

“Good.  You’re going to make me an excellent toy, right?” She kissed his earlobe.

“I’ll try very hard to be, Miss.” He promised.

“Turn.” She commanded.

He obeyed, and she looked him over with a distinct amount of pleasure at having him as hers.

“It looks great on you.” She told him.

“Thank you, Miss.” He remembered his rules of replying.

She smiled.  It wasn’t a smirk, exactly.

“Come with me.” She beckoned him to follow her.

He obeyed and followed her to the living room.  She sat down on the couch.  “Come here.” She held out her right hand.

Max was very aware she was right-handed.

“Yes, Miss.” He went and took her hand.

“This will be the first of many times like this, Max.  Special times.  I’m going to spank you, then use the hairbrush.  I will want tears.” She told him as she reached over and tugged down his pants and then his boxers to past his knees.

His cock bobbed out in nearly full erection.

Sara smiled.  “That’s fine.  I expected that and won’t punish you for it.  I want you to enjoy this, too, as much as you can.” She chuckled lightly.

His bottom muscles clenched.  He knew Sara would enjoy making him sob and making him sore.  She’d told him so several times.  

Now, she smirked as she grabbed his cock to pull him closer and over her lap.

Max tried to settle in and felt Sara move her bare thighs to accommodate his cock between them.  She squeezed her thighs.  “Feel good?” She asked.

“Yes, Miss.” He answered as he stared at the other end of the couch.  

Her hand traced the contours of his backside and made Max shiver.  Her nails traced over and around before…

SMACK!!

“Oh…Miss…” He gasped.

“Just starting, naughty boy.” She laughed and spanked him again…and again…and…

Max squirmed as his bottom began to heat up from her spanking.  He hadn’t been spanked since he was a child.  It made it more complicated that Sara was a bit younger than him, too.  

“Color?” She asked.

“Mmm…green. Miss….still…green… thank you.” He was glad she was checking, and it made him feel safer.

“Good, now to turn it up a little.” She warned him.

Max had thought he was being spanked before, but he’d been so very wrong.  Her hand felt like it must be a blur.  

“Such a naughty boy, aren’t you, Max?” She scolded.

“Yes, Miss.” He felt the guilt fill him from somewhere.  

“And what happens to naughty boys, Max?” She asked as she spanked his sit spots now.

“OHH…they…get spanked, Miss!” He cried out as she mercilessly zeroed in on his tender areas.

“Yes, they do…until what?  Tell me, Max?” She commanded.

He whimpered now.  “Until…until…”

Sara spanked his thighs.

“Until they cry, Miss!” He yelped.

“Mmmhmm…you’ll just make it worse if you try to hold back on me, Max.” She warned him.  “Do you feel the little pricles in the corners of your eyes?”

Ohhh, he did NOW that she’d said it.  “Yessss…Miss.” He sniffed.  Why was he holding back?  She wanted it, and he, if he was being honest, enjoyed it, so why fight it?  

Max squinted his eyes and felt the first tears drip down his cheeks.  “Ohhh, Miss.  I’m sooo sorry.” He began to cry.

“I know, Max.  I know…but now…it’s time for the hairbrush.” She stopped and leaned over a bit.

Max didn’t know if he could take it at this point, but he had no choice…none.

The chilled feel of the wood against his throbbing bottom sobered him for a moment.  

“It’ll only be two minutes of the hairbrush, but it will seem like forever, Darling.” She cooed to him.  “Ready?”

Ready? How could he be…

“Yes, Miss.” He bleated softly.

THWACK!!  She began to paddle him and kept the same speed and force of the spanking but with a thick, wooden hairbrush now.

Max didn’t care about anything now except sobbing as it hurt so much and so quickly.  He began to buck a little, but she held him down firmly by his lower back.  

THWACCK THWACKK!!!

Max squealed as she paddled his thighs.  

“Squirm and you get it on the thighs, young man.” She warned him.

“Yyyyess, Miss.” He blubbered.

Max knew Sara kept her word, and it was only two minute,s but she’d also been right that it seemed like forever!  

He felt her tap lightly with it to tell him he was done.

Max just laid there as a submissive lump over her lap.  He was spent and still shook from the tears.

Sara’s soft hand began to caress his back then his shoulders.

“Shh…shh…that’s my good boy now.  You did so very good for me, Babyboy.” She whispered.

He shivered at her comfort and sighed.  “Thank you, Miss.” He whispered through the tears.

“Kneel next to me while I get you cleaned up, okay?” She asked, not commanded.

“Yes, Miss.  Thank you.” He slipped over her lap and knelt down by her.  

“Stay here.” She patted his head.

“Yes, Miss.” He closed his eyes as he felt her get up and then heard water running in the kitchen.  

She came back and had a cold cloth she used to clean his face from the tears and snot.  It felt so very good.  He relaxed at her gentleness.  

“You fed me well, Max.  Very well.  Thank you.” She kissed his cheek.

“You’re welcome, Miss…you…” He swallowed.  “You fed me, too.”

“Did I?  Tell me, please?” She asked but it was also a command.

He sighed.  “I…I submitted…to you and it felt…right…and good.” He shrugged.  It was hard to say it out loud.

“Mmmhmm…I felt that submission and it’s very special to me.  I won’t abuse it…or you.  I vow that to you, Max, my babyboy.  Do you like being my babyboy right now?” She cooed to him.

“Yes, Miss…very…very much.  I…I couldn’t be that in public I think.  Too…too hard.” He shrugged again.

“No, Babyboy, I wouldn’t do that to you.  Not unless you begged me because it would please that naughty place in here.” She touched his chest.  “There is a place in there that wants to be spanked in public, doesn’t it?  Humiliated in front of a lot of other women?”

He swallowed hard and felt dizzy.  “I…I think so but…”

“Shh…only when you ask me for it.  Only.  Yes, I’d love it but only when you’re ready.” She promised.

Max believed her but she’d planted the seed as she’d wanted.  His brain was now percolating with the scene of being spanked on his bare bottom somewhere with an audience.  The mall?  He shivered.  Too soon.

“No corner time.  Like I promised.  Again, that waits until you’re ready for it and then I’d invite…a friend or two over for some tea.”  She mentioned.

He whimpered softly as he pictured it and his cock hardned once more.

“Ahh…I can see it excites you, doesn’t it?  Be honest with Miss.” She gave him a stern look he couldn’t ignore.

“Yes, Miss.  It does…get me hard and embarrassed the hell out of me, too.  I can’t explain it.” He answered.

“You don’t need to, Babyboy.  Mama will take good care of you.” She smiled.  “In fact.” She reached forward and grabbed his cock.  “Would my baby like to come for me?”

He groaned.  “Very much, Miss, please, please may I?”

“Hmm…” She smiled and began to rub him up and down his shaft with skill.  “Well, here’s the deal.  I’ll get you close then lean over to suck the rest of it like a big boy blow job but I won’t swallow all of it.”

He nodded and wasn’t surprised.  “I understand.”

“Do you?”  She cocked her head.  “Tell me.” It was very much a command now.

He had to obey it.  “You will kiss me with some of it still there and I will have to taste it and swallow some of myself.”

“That’s right.”  She told him.  “I’ve had Doms who made me drink myself so I think it’s fair, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss.” He nodded.

Sara kept her word and got him so close he was moaning.  She knelt down and took him in her mouth to suck him in and swirl her tongue.  It only took two seconds and he was spurting.  

Max felt it almost as a pain because the climax hurt so deeply.  It wasn’t his…it was hers and he felt it.  It still felt good, just…different.

Her face came up and she kissed him.  His tongue tasted his own self and it wasn’t horrible.  Her kiss became more heated.  She moaned.

Max enjoyed it.

Slowly, she let him go and climbed back onto the couch.  Parting her thighs, she showed she had no panties on under the short skirt.  “Now, come here and put that lovely tongue to work for a while.  Make Mama proud.”

He turned and knelt down to do his service to her and listened to her moan and squeal as he serviced her.  

“Don’t you dare stop or it’s back over my knee, understood?” She growled softly.

“Yes, Miss.” He kept it going as best he could.