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 Mommy's Boy - Part 10 - Whipping Time.  By Verryevil

   (b/F, inc, bdsm, humil, oral, anal, con)

   Author's notes: All my stories are purely fiction.  Feedback and
comments can be sent to: verryevil666@yahoo.com This part is a direct
continuation of the previous part.  It is strongly recommended that you
read the parts in sequence.

   Peter awoke rather late in the morning.  It was now Monday, his and his
slave mother's fifth day at the cabin.  With a big smile on his face he put
on a pair of green shorts and a black t-shirt, and then he walked to his
mom's bedroom.  Amanda was still sleeping deeply when Peter silently
entered the room.  He stopped and thought for a moment if he should wake
her in the same manner as he had done the day before, but he decided to
save himself for later.  With a quick jerk Peter pulled away the latex
sheet covering his slave's bound, naked body and gave her right breast a
hard slap.

   "Wake up slave." Peter said and then slapped her left breast.

   Amanda instantly became bright awake from her son and Masters slaps. 
Within a few minutes, Peter had freed her from the chains.  He made her
crawl on her hands and knees and led her by the leash to the kitchen so she
could make breakfast.  As before Peter sat at the table, and Amanda had to
eat her food from a bowl on the floor.  Peter stayed at the table while
Amanda washed the dishes.  When she was done, she kneeled beside her son to
await his orders.  The ten-year-old boy looked down on his naked mother
kneeling beside him.

   "Today the slave will be punished for yesterday's failures." He said
with a neutral voice.  "But first it will crawl to the bathroom and get
itself properly cleaned."

   "Yes Master." Amanda answered and crawled on her hand and knees to the
bathroom.

   Properly cleaned meant not only washing her hair and body, it also meant
making sure her pussy was freshly shaved and that her ass was clean and
empty.  She first used the toilet, and then stepped inside the shower. 
After washing her hair and body Amanda used the shower handle to give
herself an enema, and while she held the water inside she shaved her pussy.
After expelling the enema she quickly dried herself and then crawled back
towards the kitchen on her hands and knees.  She noticed that her preteen
Master was now sitting in the small living room, reading a magazine.  As
she kneeled beside him she caught a glimpse of the magazine, it was a very
hard and brutal corporal punishment magazine.

   Peter totally ignored his mom for fifteen minutes while he finished
reading the magazine.  But he did make sure that the naked slave got
several opportunities to notice what magazine he was reading.  When he had
finally finished reading he stood up and attached the leather leash to his
mom's slave collar.  Without saying a word he yanked the leash hard and led
her out onto the porch.  On the porch Peter picked up the leather
suspension cuffs he had placed there while Amanda had been cleaning
herself.

   With the cuffs firmly locked around his mom's wrists and ankles he led
her down to the small grass patch and towards the trees.  As they
approached the trees Amanda noticed that her young son had placed a chair
between two of the trees, and that chains were hanging from high up
branches.  She also noticed the thick, full head leather hood lying on the
chair, waiting for her.

   As the reached the chair, Peter ordered his mom to sit on her knees. 
Then he took the leather hood and pulled it over her head.  Amanda had
recognized the hood as soon as she saw it.  It was a very tight discipline
hood with build in gag and blindfold, and it also had padding over the ears
to block out any sounds.  Peter pulled the hood over his naked slaves head
and tightened it as hard as he could.  The built in gag was shaped like a
cock and very thick, it filled Amanda's mouth completely and prevent her
from making any sounds or protests, even if she would have wanted to.

   Peter helped his slave mom get up on the chair and then carefully got on
it himself.  It took some fiddling but soon he had secured the hanging
chains to her wrist cuffs.  Then he stepped of the chair and pushed the
slave's legs at the back of her knees, making her squat down until the
chains were pulled tight.  With a mean smile Peter then pulled away the
chair.  With a surprised "MMMPPHH" Amanda was now hanging in mid-air,
suspended by the cuffs around her wrists.

   Without wasting any time Peter picked up the chains secured around the
base of the two trees and connected them to his mom's ankle cuffs.  Then he
pulled the chains as hard as he could, forcing the slave's legs wide apart.
With the mean smile still on his young face he gave his mom a hard slap on
the ass and walked back to the cabin.

   Amanda felt the slap across her ass and waited for the next, but it
never came.  She could neither see nor hear anything inside the leather
hood so she had no idea what her ten-year-old Master was doing.  She hoped
that what ever he had planed that it was hard and brutal.  The magazine he
had been reading had been the hardest and most brutal magazine she had
brought to the cabin, and she hoped it had inspired him a lot.  The things
he had done to her thus far had been great, but not close to the level of
brutality that she was capable of taking.  The bondage he had placed her in
now was the hardest he had done to her, and it was a promising sign.

   Peter walked to the large closet in his mom's bedroom and began looking
at all the whips, flogger, canes and paddles that she had brought for him
to use on her.  In his hand he had the corporal punishment magazine he had
been reading earlier, and he was comparing the items used in the magazine
to the ones in the closet.  Almost all of the pictures in the magazine were
very extreme, and Peter was more then a little uncertain if anyone could
actually enjoy such brutality.  But his mom had told him that all the
magazines she had brought showed things that she liked, and that included
this one.  After some thought he selected a nasty looking flogger, a hard
wooden paddle and a thin but strong cane and then closed the closet.

   "If she says she likes it, then she will get it." Peter said to himself.

   With the flogger, paddle and cane in his hands he walked back outside.
He had placed his mom so that she had her back towards the cabin, even
though it mattered little since she was completely blindfolded.  The sight
of her naked body stretched out spread eagle in mid-air was arousing to say
the least.  Her body was not high up in the air, but the way her legs were
spread meant her feet were about a foot and a half of the ground.  The
bondage stretched her skin tight and held her in a perfect position.

   He knew she could not hear him thru the hood, but still he walked as
silently as he could.  Carefully he put the cane and paddle on the ground
and took a firm grip on the floggers handle.  He positioned himself so he
could swing the flogger anyway he wanted, measured the distance and took a
deep breath.  With a stern grin on his face he swung the flogger and landed
the first blow in the middle of his bound, gagged and blindfolded mothers
back.

   "TWACK"

   The blow came as a complete surprise to Amanda and even though it was
not very hard she screamed and thrashed in her bonds.

   "TWACK" "TWACK" "TWACK"

   Blow after blow landed on her back, going from her shoulders down to
just above her butt, but never actually hitting her ass.  She noticed that
the blows very getting harder and harder, and by the twentieth blow she
knew her preteen Master must be hitting about as hard as he could.  For
each blow that struck her she screamed and thrashed as hard as she could.
Not actually because she was in pain, but because she liked doing it, and
she also hoped that it would arouse her young ten-year-old son and Master.

   Peter was now swinging the flogger as hard as he possibly could, and his
slave mom's back was almost completely covered in red marks from the blows.
He also noticed that he really liked it.  The harder he hit, and the more
she screamed and thrashed, the harder his little boy cock got.  By now his
cock was harder then it had ever been in his young life, even harder then
the first time he fucked his mom.  He totally lost count on how many times
he had swung the flogger, and he didn't stop until his arm hurt so much he
couldn't continue.

   It took almost a minute before Amanda noticed that the whipping had
stopped.  She was so utterly aroused from the bondage and pain that she had
came three times during the whipping.  When she noticed that the whipping
had stopped she was actually a little disappointed, it had just started to
hurt really bad when it stopped.  She could take a lot of pain, and she had
not yet reached her limit.

   Peter put down the flogger and pulled of his shorts.  His young cock was
so hard it actually hurt and he needed to take care of it.  With his eyes
glazed by arousal he stepped in front of his mom, but immediately noticed
that her body was a little too high up in the air.  The chair was too high
so it was of no use.  A quick search resulted in a fairly large rock that
put him at the perfect height.

   Amanda could feel her son moving around in front of him, but she had no
idea what he was doing.  Then she felt his small, steel hard cock probing
the entrance of her soaking wet pussy.  Oh yes, he was going to fuck her.

   Peter rammed his rock hard boy cock inside his bound and naked slave
mom's wet pussy.  He was so incredibly horny he fucked her like a possessed
rabbit, harder and faster then ever before.  He didn't last long, but his
mom came at same time as he filled her pussy with his preteen boy cum.

   It took Peter almost ten minutes to regain his strength after the huge
orgasm he had experienced.  He carefully inspected his mom back and noticed
that some of the blows had almost drawn blood.  After some thought he
decided to not whip her back any more, but instead focus on her front for
the next round.  Again he picked up the nasty flogger and positioned
himself in front of his bound and gagged slave.  With a firm grip on the
floggers handle he swung it at her breasts, going almost full force from
the start.

   "SMACK"

   Amanda was so exhausted from the orgasm she had when her ten-year-old
son fucked her that she was completely surprised when the flogger suddenly
hit her breasts.  The blow was hard enough to cause her pain, and she
screamed as loud as she possibly could thru the big cock gag filling her
mouth and thrashed in her tight bonds.

   "SMACK" SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK"

   The blows rained down on her exposed, naked breasts, causing extreme
pain and agony, and making her even more aroused then when her back was
whipped.  She utterly loved having her breasts tortured, and this was the
hardest breast whipping she had ever experienced.  Not even the cruellest
of her adult Masters had ever whipped her breasts this hard.  Her screams
were a mix of pain, agony and pure pleasure.

   Peter relentlessly whipped his mom's breasts until his arm started to
hurt.  He finished with a single, full force blow that went upwards and
landed a perfect strike right on the bound slaves soaking wet pussy.

   "TWACK"

   The blow hitting her pussy send a huge wave of searing pain thru
Amanda's tightly bound body, and it send her over the edge into a huge
orgasm.  Her body thrashed like mad in the bonds and she screamed at the
top of her lungs.  If she had not been gagged her screams would have been
heard for miles around.

   After catching his breath, Peter put the flogger on the ground and
walked to the porch.  There he sat down in one of the recliners and just
looked at his bound mom hanging suspended between the trees.  He had
utterly enjoyed whipping her, and he knew she had an orgasm when he landed
the blow on her pussy.  His young cock was again hard as steel, but he
wanted to save himself for later.  At the moment he had to rest before he
could continue with the punishment, his arm hurt like hell.

   Amanda was only semi-conscious when Peter left her.  It took almost
fifteen minutes before her head cleared enough for her to think straight.
The orgasm she had when the flogger struck her pussy had been so strong she
almost passed out.  When her mind finally cleared she started feeling the
results of her preteen Masters punishment.  Her back and pussy hurt like
hell, but her breasts felt like they were on fire and at the same time
getting pierced by glowing needles.  This was the most severe whipping she
had ever been subjected too, and considering how cruel and brutal some of
her adult Masters had been that meant a lot.  She had no idea if her
ten-year-old preteen Master was done with her or if he had even more pain
planed for her, and deep inside she hoped that he was not done yet.

   For many years Amanda had fantasised about becoming a complete slave to
a cruel Master, a 24/7 slave with no boundaries or safe words, totally at
the Masters mercy.  And now she was living that fantasy, she was her young
son's sex slave, for him to use and abuse any way he wanted.  She knew none
of her previous adult Master would ever have whipped her that hard, out of
fear of causing damage or injury.  But Peter was young and had almost no
experience, so he didn't know what damage such hard whippings could cause.
And the magazine she had seen him reading had shown several scenes where
the slave had been whipped until it bleed, most likely fake blood but Peter
didn't know that.  She had finally experienced a completely un-restrained
whipping and she had utterly loved it.

   Peter continued to look at his bound, gagged and blindfolded mother,
looking for signs that she had passed out.  He saw that she was moving a
little, probably trying to ease the strain on her arms and legs, and that
made him sure that she was alright.  Even though his mom didn't think he
knew it, Peter did in fact know what damage a severe whipping could cause.
A couple of the magazines she had brought were what you could call
`educational' magazines.  One of them had a long and detailed chapter on
corporal punishment, including whipping and spanking.

   The chapter had discussed the differences between whip and flogger
designs, among other things that the thinner the strands a flogger had the
more pain and damage it could cause.  It had also mentioned that if a blow
was hard enough to draw blood it would most likely also leave a permanent
scar.  Peter had selected the flogger he had used with great care, picking
one that he was certain that he could swing with full force without drawing
blood.  From how his mom and slave's back looked he had made the right
choice.  He had truly enjoyed whipping his bound and naked slave, but he
definitely didn't want to cause any permanent marks or scars.

   Considering what he had planed next for her he knew he had to be rather
careful.  The next step of his planed punishment involved the paddle and
cane, and from the educational magazine he knew that both items could cause
damage, especially the cane.  From the back and breast whipping it was
obvious that his mom had enjoyed it, as far as Peter could tell she had
reached orgasm at least three times, not counting when he fucked her.

   He stayed in the recliner for almost an hour.  Then he stood up and
walked back to his bound, naked sex slave.  Again he walked a silently as
he could, picked up the paddle and positioned himself behind his suspended
mom.  Carefully he measured the distance and then swung the paddle so it
landed straight across both her butt cheeks.

   "SMACK"

   The blow was not very hard, but it came as a complete surprise to Amanda
who had almost dozed of.  The blow made her bright awake and it also made
her scream, again more out of surprise then actual pain.

   "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK"

   Peter landed blow after blow across his slave's ass, making each blow
just a little harder then the previous.  Before long her ass was turning
red, and by the fifteenth blow he was hitting full force.  Amanda screamed
and thrashed for each blow hitting her ass, and soon her screams were from
pain, but also mixed with lust and pleasure.  This time Peter kept count on
the blows and when he reached fifty he stopped.

   His mom's ass was now shining red, and it felt almost burning hot to the
touch.  Gently Peter let his hands caress his slaves red ass, carefully
squeezing both butt cheeks.  He waited until his mom had caught her breath
and clamed down a little, then he gripped the paddle again and gave her
fifty more swats, this time going full force from the start.

   As the second round of paddling began Amanda could immediately tell that
her ten-year-old son and Master was swinging full force from the start.  By
the fifth blow she was screaming at the top of her lungs, by the twentieth
she had a huge orgasm, and when the last blow landed she had another, even
more powerful orgasm.

   Peter noticed both orgasms his mother had during the second round of
paddling.  After he put the paddle on the ground he carefully examined the
slave's ass, looking for the signs he had read about in the magazine that
would tell if he had hit her to hard and caused damage or scars.  He was
thankful that he could not find and of the signs.

   By now his young preteen boy cock was again so hard it almost hurt, and
he was considering skipping the caning part and just fuck her right now. 
But after a minute of thought he decided to stick to his original plan.  He
gave his mom a few minutes to catch her breath again, and then he picked up
the cane.  This time he was extra careful when he measured the distance. 
He knew from the magazine that if he hit her with the tip of the cane it
would most likely cause scars; the trick was to hit with the length of the
cane and swing it in a snapping motion.  Taking a deep breath he took aim
and swung the cane.

   "TWACK"

   The cane landed perfectly right across his mom's ass and resulted in the
most intense, high pitched scream he had ever heard.  It was louder then
when he had whipped her pussy.  The most surprising thing was that the
scream didn't scare him; instead it made him even more aroused.  Again she
swung the cane, aiming just above where the first blow had landed.

   "TWACK"

   Again he was rewarded with the high pitched, pain filled scream.  He was
glad his mom was gagged; otherwise the screams would probably have been
heard all the way back home.

   Even if she had wanted to, Amanda could not have prevented herself from
screaming.  The pain from the cane hitting her already sore ass was the
worst she had ever felt.  And still it was making her enormously aroused.
If this had been a session with one of her adult Masters she would have had
a safe word or signal, and she would definitely have used it.  But she
didn't have a safe word or signal; she was her ten-year-old son's complete
slave and couldn't do anything to stop him.  And that knowledge made her
even more aroused.  Then the third blow landed, just below the where the
first had struck.

   "TWACK"

   His bound and gagged mother's horrifying screams was making Peter
hornier then he had ever been in his young life.  He had no idea why, but
caning his naked slave's ass was the purest of pleasure to him.  A total of
ten times he struck her ass with the cane, taking careful aim and making
sure none of the blows crossed a previous one.  When he was done, ten welts
striped her ass, shining with an angry red glow.

   Amanda just hung limp in her bonds; the pain had drained her of all her
strength.  She was aroused beyond belief, and if her son had struck her two
or three times more she would probably have reached orgasm.  She was glad
the caning had stopped, but still a little disappointed that she had not
climaxed.

   Peter dropped the cane on the ground and moved the rock he had used when
he fucked his mom's pussy behind her.  He stepped up on the rock and aimed
his steel hard preteen boy cock at her rosebud.  His slave's ass was wet
with perspiration so he didn't use any lubricant, instead ramming his cock
all the way inside her asshole in one thrust.  With a mean smile on his
young face Peter ass fucked his mom as hard as he could, making sure his
body slammed into her bruised butt on each stroke.

   Amanda gasped as her son's cock penetrated her ass and his body slammed
into her butt.  The contact sent waves of pain rushing thru her entire
body, and she had to bite hard into the gag to prevent herself from
screaming again.  The feel of his small but steel hard cock inside her ass
was wonderful, and the pain from her whipped, paddled and caned body mixed
with it to form a totality that was like nothing she had ever felt before.
It felt like she was in heaven.

   Peter quickly noticed that his slave did everything she could to prevent
herself from screaming while he fucked her, but he wanted her to scream. 
He reached his hand up to her whipped breasts and squeezed them as hard as
he could, while still fucking her ass as hard as he could.

   When Peter squeezed her sore breasts Amanda could not hold back any
more, she screamed at the top of her lungs.  She totally lost track of time
and place and to her the world was just the feelings from her body, the
small hard cock pumping in and out of her ass, the impacts against her
bruised butt and the pain from her sore breast being squeezed.  It all
added up and within a minute her mind exploded in an enormous orgasm that
made her pass out.

   As his mom started screaming from the pain when he squeezed her breasts
Peter felt his orgasm coming like a speeding freight train.  He noticed
when she reached orgasm and that send him over the edge as well.  With a
loud groan he came and shot his boy cum into her ass.

   Peter's orgasm was so strong that when it faded his knees buckled
beneath him and he practically fell to the ground, totally exhausted.  It
took him almost tree minutes before he noticed that his mom had passed out.
He forced himself on his feet, and first loosened the chains securing her
legs.  Then he slowly lowered her to the ground and removed the leather
hood.  After making sure she was breathing ok he sat down beside her to
regain his own strength.

   It took almost fifteen minutes more before Amanda came woke up.  By then
Peter had went to the cabin and brought a large bottle of water.  When she
was able to sit up, Peter handed the bottle to his mom and let her dink as
much as she wanted.  The entire session had taken several hours and she was
by now extremely thirsty.  The both sat in silence.  Amanda didn't speak
because she was a slave and not allowed to speak unless told to.  Peter
didn't speak because he was the Master and didn't need to.

   After about ten minutes of sitting in silence, Peter stood up, removed
the cuffs from his mom and slave's wrists and ankles and attached the
leather leash to her collar.

   "Crawl, slut." He ordered and started leading her back towards the
cabin.

   Amanda obeyed her young preteen Master and crawled on her hand and knees
beside him.  He led her to her room.

   "Stand on your knees slave, hand behind your head." Peter commanded.

   Once the slave had assumed the ordered position, Peter went to the
dresser and picked up a bottle from one of the drawers.  It was a bottle of
antiseptic skin lotion.  The educational magazine had said that it was
important to treat severely whipped areas to prevent any risk of infection.
With gentle hands Peter rubbed the lotion onto his mom's back, butt and
breasts.  Then he ordered her to remain in the same position and left the
room.  He went to the kitchen and made some sandwiches for himself and his
mom.

   When he returned to his slave she was standing in the exact same
position as when he had left her.  With out a word he handed her two of the
large sandwiches and a glass of water, then he sat down on her bed and to
eat his own lunch.  When they were both done, he ordered his naked slave
onto the bed and locked a pair of soft leather cuffs around her wrists and
ankles.  He attached foot long chains between the cuffs, allowing her some
movement, and then locked a chain from the headboard to her collar.

   "The slave will have the afternoon to rest and recover from its
punishment." Peter said and then left the room.

   Amanda tried to find a position where she could lay down without hurting
too much.  She could definitely not lie on her back, and since her breasts
had also been severely whipped she could not lay on her stomach.  It took a
while but eventually she found a position she was comfortable with and
surprisingly she managed to fall asleep.

   Peter sat in the recliner on the porch with a large glass of lemonade
and the entire stack of magazines his mom had brought to the cabin.  He had
read a few of them, but the others he had just glanced thru quickly, now he
intended to read them all carefully.  He would not do anything more to his
slave today, besides having her make dinner later.  But he wanted ideas on
what to do tomorrow and the rest of the stay.

   He stayed on the porch until his stomach told him it was well past
dinner time.  Then he went inside and discovered that his mom was still
sleeping.  He slapped her thigh to wake her up and then removed the chains
from her collar and cuffs.

   Amanda was awoken by a hard slap on her right thigh.  After he had
removed the chains, her son and Master had her crawl beside him into the
kitchen.  She made cocked them dinner, and as usual she had to eat her food
from the bowl on the floor.  In her mind she wondered if her Master had
looked in the pantry and seen what was on the bottom shelf.  If he had not
noticed it, she would not tell him she decided.

   When they had eaten and his slave had done the dishes, Peter had her
start the generator and show him how to turn it off.  Then he led her back
to her room and secured her in the same way as during her afternoon rest,
put a latex sheet over her bruised body and gave her a deep kiss.

   "Sleep and rest slave." He said as he left the room.  "You will need
it."

   Even though she had slept almost the entire afternoon, Amanda was still
so exhausted she was deep asleep within minutes.

   Peter sat down in the small living room and put on one of the DVDs his
mom had brought.  He had seen what was on the bottom shelf in the pantry,
and it had given him some idea, and what he saw on the DVD gave him even
more ideas.  He sat watching several of the DVDs and it was midnight before
he went to the shed and turned of the generator and went to bed.  Starting
tomorrow he would start treating his slave in a different manner.  She
would be taught her proper place, and be treated like the slut and slave
she was.

   To be continued......
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