{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"964f1717-ac5c-486e-a5c5-f2ef2068fec9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-10-30T02:18:03.317Z","title":"A Mother's Lesson","slug":"a-mothers-lesson","shortId":"nGPzWgvC","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"Do not reproduce, copy or repost without permission.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A Mother in her 40's going through a rebellious mid-life crisis which includes irresponsible alcoholism, gets taught the lesson of her lifetime by her teenage daughter's boyfriend.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"e31e0bdc-b30e-4e36-b8e0-c0b0d6f307a1","title":null,"summary":"It was a chilly Saturday night in Southern California. March had started off warm this year, b","wordCount":8011,"readTime":40,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It was a chilly Saturday night in Southern California. March had started off warm this year, but tonight the temperate dropped from the mid 70s into the high 40s after sundown. Anyone caught without a jacket was going to be pretty uncomfortable, especially if they were a native-Californian sun-bunny, which 19-year-old Abby Richards, standing outside the train station in Pomona wearing shorts and a t-shirt, most certainly was. She nervously fumbled with her phone and sent another text.

30 Miles away in Downtown Los Angeles, 18-year-old Raymond Darryl Dayton picked up his phone for the first time in a few hours, deep into a late night of work as a dishwasher at the Sterling, an upscale bar and late night diner just outside the Jewelry District.
“What the hell…” he muttered to himself on his first break the night as he read the lock screen: 6 Missed Calls… 8 New Text Messages…
Just as he swiped up and unlocked his phone to see what was going on, it rang and Abby was calling.

“Ray!” Abby yelled to him before he could even speak.
“What’s going on, babe? Are you ok?”
“I’m stranded again! She’s not answering at all!” She cried out.
“Wait, you’re still in Pomona?.. It’s already almost midnight.” Ray said.
“Yes, no shit! I got off at 9 like normal, took the train here from work. Been here for over an hour and a half!” Her voice was cracking. “My Mom turned off her phone. I know she went drinking again, I can just tell. That’s the only time she turns off her phone, ever.” She barked. “I’ve tried calling everyone, Sammy, Reyna, Marla.” She lowered her voice “I’ve been here since 10pm and there’s three creepy neighborhood guys who keep leaving and then coming back and looking at me… They’re looking at me right now.” She whispered desperately.
“This is like the third time she’s left you stranded after work. Damn. You know I don’t get out of here until at least 2:30.” Ray sighed.
“What am I supposed to do? I’m scared, Ray. I can’t stay here till 3. There are no cabs around here and I can’t get the Uber app to work… You know how bad it gets around here this time of night.” She pleaded.
Ray was silent for a few moments, then after letting out a long exhale, he responded. “Alright, I’m on my way there. I just have to tell Luis. He’s gonna be super pissed. I’m the only washer here tonight.”
“Thank you so much, Baby. I’m so sorry.”
“Just hang tight. I’ll be there in less than 30, if I can.”

Ray took off his apron and grabbed his jacket, heading back to the kitchen to tell his boss.

“Ray! Glad you came back, my man!” Luis said in his heavy Latino rumble. “I got a party of 16 that just came in and everything is piling up. I think you’re gonna have to go all the way through tonight with no breaks tonight, but I’ll give you a little extra, mang.”
Ray took a deep breath.
“Yeah… About tonight… I’ve got a, kinda, family emergency.”
“For reals?” Luis looked concerned.
“Yeah, well my girl is stranded in the shitty part of Pomona right now with no ride back home.”
“Wait, you wanna leave cause your girlfriend needs a ride?” Luis raised his right eyebrow.
Ray furrowed his brow defensively. “Look, Luis, I can’t leave her out there right now, it’s -“
“I got nobody else, Ray! I need you here, amigo. End of story.” Luis was blunt.
“Look, Luis, I’m sorry. I can get here to her house and be back here in like 90 minutes.” Ray tried to reason.
“90 fuckin’ minutes? It’ll be almost time to close up by then!”
“I know, I just can’t leave her there by herself.”
Luis folded his arms around his suit jacket and walked closer to Ray. He was a big guy with an even bigger stomach to match. He had given Ray the job there when he was only 16 and kept him on because out of all the years he had been running the place, he had never had anyone so reliable, trustworthy and hard working as Ray Dayton. “Ray, if you walk out that door on me, on this night, you can’t work here no more. End of story.”
Ray hung his head and bit his lips as he thought.
“Sorry, Luis.” He mumbled, as he side-stepped around the big man and shuffled out the door.
He had considered Luis a friend, and this was a painful decision to make, but one thing about Ray Dayton was that he knew what the right thing to do was in every situation- even if it wasn’t the easy thing to do. At the ripe age of 18, he had learned that overwhelmingly, most of the time it was never easy to do the right thing.

Racing east on the 10 freeway in his modest 2001 Honda Civic (which he bought after saving money for 9 months of working under the table for Luis’ cousin, Hector at a oil change joint before he ‘graduated’ to working for the big man himself, on the books as a dishwasher/buss-boy extraordinaire) he thought about how unfair Abby’s mother Sharon had been to her lately, and the attitude she had towards he and Abby’s relationship.
At one point that winter, Sharon had gotten black-out drunk and locked Abby out of the house in the middle of the night for making noise taking the trash out. Abby was barefoot, in her pajamas, without her keys or phone and was reduced to waking up a neighbor to use their phone to call Ray, so he could come and pick her up.

When she wasn’t drinking, she was a decent person, albeit a little aloof, but lately she had taken to going out and turning off her phone any time she had previously agreed to help Abby out by giving her a ride.

Ray gripped the steering wheel tightly as he swerved past slow traffic and cautiously rolled through red lights. Finally his green Civic pulled up to a shivering Abby in front of an empty Metrolink station where sure enough, there were some shady characters eying her from across the street.

He leaned over and opened the passenger’s side door from his seat and before he could get a word out, she dove over the emergency brake and gear shifter, and into his arms. She was very cold to the touch, and had tears in her eyes. They sat there like that, silently holding each other, with the exception of a few teary-eyed sniffs from Abby’s nose. Ray glared at the onlookers across the street, who stared with a look of restrained sinister intentions.

The ride back to Abby’s house where she lived with her mother, Sharon was mostly quiet. Ray didn’t tell her that he got fired from his job for coming to her rescue. He didn’t want to put that on her. Not tonight, anyway. Instead, he imagined what he would do to Sharon if he could get away with it. He fantasized about duct-taping her, tossing her in his trunk and dropping her off in the middle of Skid Row at 3 in the morning.

Fantasies. Nothing he really thought he could get away with. At least, not without the law getting involved.

Pulling up to the house, it was apparent that nobody was home. They walked in and turned on the lights. Sharon was nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t know why she does this stuff.” Abby remarked. “It’s like everything is cool one day, then the next day she won’t even speak to me.”

“Maybe she needs to be taught a lesson.” Ray replied.
“Oh Ray, imagine we just change the locks on her and she’s stuck outside! She would be so pissed! We could put on ear plugs and just go to sleep and leave her out there. She’d have to sleep in her car in the driveway!” Abby laughed.

It was the first smile that Ray had seen on her face all night.

“I actually am thinking of something else…”. Ray pondered. He looked down and rubbed his chin with a very serious look on his face. This caught Abby’s attention and she began to beam at the prospect of some kind of justice. She smiled and rose up onto her toes, getting taller in anticipation.

Through the 9 months that they had been together, Abby had seen Ray exact revenge on three separate occasions, and each time, the vengeance was carried out swiftly and expertly, almost to the point of calculated perfection. It was one of the things she admired most about him, and although she had two years on him in age, she often felt that he was wise far beyond his years.

Just as Ray was about to speak, the sound of a car screeching into the driveway made them both freeze. It was her. Abby’s mother Sharon was finally home and the sound of the front door flinging open and then immediately slamming punctuated her return.

“What the fuck are you two doing here, standing there like a couple of idiots?” She laughed and then belched and stared at Ray with an annoyed look.

“I live here, Mom!” Shouted Abby, her fists clenched in frustration.

“Well…” Sharon stammered drunkenly, “This ass-hat doesn’t live here, now does he?”
“Oh my god, Mom, he had to drive me home cause you never showed. He had to leave his work in the middle of -“
“Oh, boo fuckin’ hoo! You talking about the dishwasher boy? This kid is a joke and if you didn’t waste your money on clothes, you’d have your own car, and you wouldn’t need this little dish-washer to give you any rides or nothin…” Sharon slurred as she stepped through the living room, slowly getting closer to the two teenagers.

Ray could smell the alcohol on her breath and decided to take his own steps and meet her in the middle of the room, face to face.   There was an awkward stare-down.

Sharon wore a long black cocktail dress that came down just past her knees, over dark hosiery. Her black stiletto high-heel dress shoes dug into the carpet as she wobbled into a confrontational stance. Her long black hair was a bit disheveled and her red lipstick was smudged, but even that couldn’t take away from her beauty. There was no denying it - no matter how much of a bitch she was being in that moment, Sharon Richards was a hot 45 year old woman. A certified MILF with a look resembling a wavy-haired Catherine Zeta Jones. Even Ray had indulged in a few fantasies when he first met Abby’s mom. Ones that he undoubtedly kept to himself, but remembered nonetheless.
Her slender figure swayed and rocked as she broadened her chest and put her face right in Ray’s.

“You ain’t shit, little boy. And you’d better drive your little puddle-hopper back to your place if you know what’s good for you.” She threatened.
“Don’t talk like that to him!” Abby defended.
“This is my house! And last time I checked, I live in a free country and can talk however I want to in my house!” Sharon winced as she shouted, her crow’s feet and laugh lines showing as she slowly leaned deeper into Ray’s personal space.

“You know she was stuck in downtown Pomona by herself cause you decided to get drunk?” Ray interjected. “You aren’t acting like a mother, Mrs. Richards, you’re acting like a brat!” Ray’s words came out sure and confident. He leaned into that same alcohol filled air space that Sharon was closing, until they went forehead to forehead like two prize fighters at a press-conference.

“You little shit.” She sneered. “I don’t have to take this shit from a little peckerwood like you.” She growled as she raised her right hand and drew it back to slap rays face. She hesitated for a moment as she looked into his eyes. The sober part of her realized that he wasn’t scared and had the look of a young man with strong convictions. But the inebriated part of her said ‘screw it’ and she powerfully sent her palm hurdling towards Ray’s face, and just before impact, his left hand caught her right wrist, stopping the motion and stunning the older woman who was expecting a satisfying impact on her daughter’s boyfriend’s face. Instead, she found herself quickly guided by her trapped wrist, and pulled past the coffee table and over to the couch, where without hesitation, young Raymond Dayton abandoned the wrist grip and threw his left arm around Sharon’s back, hoisting her into the air, and with one fell swoop, landing both of them onto the couch, but with Ray sitting in a perfectly dignified upright position, while Sharon lay sprawled across his lap, face-first into the couch pillows.

Sharon let out a delayed squeal, and Ray began to shift Sharon’t hips, so that her rear-end sat perfectly centered on his lap. He then retrieved her right wrist again, this time bending it securely behind her back.

“What!.. Goddamn!.. Fuck!.. Ugghhnnn!” She growled as she tried to free her wrist.

Abby stood there in awe, eyebrows raised and hands clasped together just below her C-cups. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but the confidence in Ray’s movements and body language made her feel at ease. She was not worried for the ultimate safety of her mother, but somehow she knew and could feel inside that something very important was about to take place. Abby loved her mom, but had been so disappointed and hurt by the way she had been treated since turning 18, that she had lost a lot of respect for the woman.   As she watched on in anticipation, Ray used his right hand to quickly pull the older woman’s black dress up, immediately exposing her black thong panties. Without any time wasted, he swiftly pulled the panties down to her thighs, just below the lace tops of her stockings.

“What the fuck are you doing!? My panties!.. Get!… Off!.. Fuck! Gghhuhn” Her last words were muffled as Ray lifted and repositioned her now-bare ass a little higher, simultaneously sending her face into the couch pillow again.

“Keep your mouth shut.” Ray ordered. “You haven’t earned the right to talk anymore tonight.”

And with that, he began use his right hand to lay a constant and steady succession of slaps onto the bare bottom of the single-mother, each one with a slightly louder impact than the next.

“Aaauuuggghh!” Sharon screamed in pain and disbelief. “Stop it now!”

“Abby, can you please close up all the windows? We don’t need to wake up the neighborhood.” Ray instructed.
Abby instantly hopped to it, closing the sliding glass door to the patio and pulling the curtains closed. She then eagerly ran on tip-toes throughout the house, checking all of the windows and closing the ones that were open as the sound of the slaps continued without fail, over and over in the living room.

“No!” Sharon shrieked as she struggled. “You can’t do this! Stop!”
“I can, and I am.” Replied Ray. “And if you don’t quiet down, I’m going to have Abby go and find something to gag you with. Is that what you want?”
“No! Just let me go!   This is… fucking… wrong!”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong…. Calling yourself a mother and behaving the way you are, that’s what’s wrong.” Ray barked

Just then, Abby returned to the living room.
“Everything is closed!” She sounded
“Thanks, babe. This is gonna be a while, so get comfortable.” He smiled as he laid palm after palm down on Sharon’s bare ass, alternating cheeks each time.

Abby stood there in amazement and brought both hands over her mouth, holding back excited laughter. It finally sunk in at that very moment.   Her mother was actually getting a spanking on her bare bottom.   The level of justice was so satisfying to her, but she felt something else, too - something warm inside of her that she couldn’t quite identify. A new feeling. Almost a tickle in her belly that radiated warmth up and down her back. She giggled to herself and thought about it for a second, but soon went back to being an entertained observer of the scene that continued to unfold before her eyes.

“You’re going to learn a lesson tonight. Do you hear me?” Ray barked at Abby’s mother as the spanks continued.
“Oww! Aagh!.. Naaghh!” Sharon writhed in agony at the discipline that was being dealt.

After failing to free herself multiple times, she resorted to kicking her feet. Abby laughed out loud as Ray paused to take her mother’s legs and lock both of them down underneath his right leg. The kicking continued, but had much less effect. Ray looked at the woman’s wiggling feet and decided it would be in his best interest if he removed her shoes. First right, then left, he grabbed each of her feet by the stiletto heel, and pulled the black shoes off of the belligerent woman, exposing her stocking feet.

“Here, I’ll take her shoes.” Abby offered, and quickly set the shoes aside on the floor beside the couch, keeping her eyes peeled and focused on the grand spectacle that was her mother’s spanking. Ray continued without missing a beat. After another minute or two, the kicks turned slowly into static toe-pointing, the screams turned to moans. She arched her back and neck as she tried in vain to reach her bare bottom with her feet, in an attempt to cover her bare cheeks from the beating they were enduring. Unfortunately for her, Ray’s right leg firmly locked both of her legs down behind her knees so, that even her feet could not reach to cover or protect her rear.

“Abby! Stop him!” Sharon demanded in a voice of pure desperation.
“No, mom, you deserve this. You tried to hit him first!” Abby snapped back.
“I’m fuckin’… fuuuuck!” Her voice was getting hoarse. “Okay!….Okay!… just stop it now! You can stoppp!.. Ggggnnn!” She growled as she clenched her jaw.

Sharon was a strong woman, but she had never experienced such physical restraint before in her life. In dealing with an abusive ex-husband years ago when Abby was young, whenever push came to shove, she always managed to free herself from any man’s grasp, defend herself and maintain physical self-control. Now, on this night, every attempt she made to free herself, be it through powerful, explosive movements, or through twisting and wriggling, was met with a full wall of restraint. Each movement had been thwarted and the more she struggled, the less she could move. With her right hand pinned firmly onto the small of her back and both of her legs locked securely under Ray’s right leg, she was at his complete and utter mercy. And, at the moment, Ray was not giving one bit of mercy. The strikes to her bottom rained down continuously and in consistent rhythmic succession. She moaned and whimpered with each successive slap. With no end in sight, Sharon finally ceased the futile attempts at freeing herself. She accepted the moment. She had no choice. It was then that Ray felt the defensive tension in her body loosen a small amount, and he knew she was finally starting to break.

The humiliating spanking continued steadily for a good while and suddenly Sharon’s breathing became slow and deep. Her diaphragm convulsed as she fought back tears. Then, without warning a long sound poured out of the clenched teeth on her winced face.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnng!” She groaned, followed by a stuttering “Sst! St-st-stst.” And with that, the strong single mother finally began to cry.

This moment gave Ray so much satisfaction, that he turned up the speed of the slaps and Mrs. Richards fully broke.

“Pleeeease!” She squealed. “Please stop, Ray! Pleeease!” Her voice had changed to a noticeably higher pitch.

At this moment Abby began to understand what she was feeling. Along with the turn-on of watching her man take charge of another woman, she also felt flushed with embarrassment for her mother, which was (as she began to realize) an even stronger sexual turn-on. Her back felt warm and she could feel herself tingling between her legs.

Sharon’s toes slowly curled and flexed involuntarily as the tears began to stream out of her eyes, in a fully realized form of physical submission. She was truly very drunk with a high blood-alcohol level, but even her inebriated state couldn’t dull the pain of the punishment she was receiving, or shield her from experiencing the complete and utter embarrassment of being practically naked in her own house, getting spanked by her daughter’s teenage boyfriend. The sobbing intensified. She was near her limits with the physical pain the punishment was causing her, but the real agony was the humiliation and degradation she was experiencing, and to make matters worse, both Abby and Ray seemed to have a light-hearted, jovial attitude about the whole thing. The bawling begat deeper mortification, which begat more bawling. She was stuck in a cycle of pure torture and was far too upset to talk her way out of it.

Abby had never seen her mother emotional like this. Even when Uncle James passed away. Even when the divorce with her dad was finalized. She had seen her mother cry before, but this was far different. Sharon was bawling uncontrollably and the maestro of this symphony was 18-year-old Ray Dayton. As the discipline continued, Abby stared at her mother’s now-glowing pink butt cheeks as they bounced and warped under the impact of each strike. She smiled to herself as she realized that her domineering mother, with her tough and hardened persona was actually laying across Ray’s lap, panties down, her bare ass and pussy exposed to the living-room lights, being spanked as she begged for Ray’s mercy, weeping like a child into the couch cushion.
Abby was used to seeing her mother naked, changing clothes in the same room together off and on through years as girls often do. But this was a different situation all together. She couldn’t help but stare at her mother’s nakedness as the spanking carried on. The tingling in between her legs intensified into a warm swelling feeling as she watched her mother’s pussy lips and bare ass jiggle beneath the rain of Ray’s percussive right hand. The humiliation was on an entirely different level than anything she had ever seen or heard of before in her life, and somehow she loved it.

Ray also began having a moment as well. He inspected the woman’s body from head to toe as he spanked her, occasionally pausing to pull one of her cheeks open and spread her. During one moment while she bent her left leg back and pointed her toes towards her butt in pain, he noticed the old butterfly tattoo on Sharon’s left ankle through the dark hosiery, and thought about the woman she must have been in her younger years - in her early twenties before becoming a mother. He looked at her long legs and milky skin and thought about what a beautiful young woman she must have been back then. He thought about what kind of mother she might be today if she had been taught this kind of lesson by someone back then. But Ray didn’t have a time machine and what was happening at the moment was the best he could do to rectify the situation and satisfy his need for justice.

As the spanking continued into the night, Ray took turns alternating between locking down one leg at a time with his right leg (which spread Sharon wide open for both Ray and Abby to see) and a standard ‘across the lap’ position, which afforded poor Sharon the luxury of attempting to clench her butt cheeks together to defend against the barrage of spanks as they crashed down onto her now-sore and very red rear end. But at this point, she could barely clench them, because Ray had not concentrated solely on stinging slaps, but also spent a good deal of time delivering powerful wallops with a strong follow-through that penetrated deep into the fleshy muscle of her sore buttocks, numbing their ability to flex.   Nearly 20 minutes into the ordeal, Sharon had transitioned through 4 distinct stages of receiving a spanking: Shock, anger, desperation, and now catharsis. Ray thought to himself that if everything went as planned, the next stages would be full acceptance, submission, remorse, and finally obedience. The cheeks were beginning to show obvious welt marks, in addition to the now bright-red color that consumed the entire surface of her gluteus maximus. He thought about some spanking videos he’d seen, and how much pain spanking the backs of the thighs had caused women in these films, so he shifted attention to this area and began to spank her thighs hard, just below the crease of her cheeks and just above the black lacy tops of her stockings.

“Aaaaiiieeeeesh!” Sharon screeched as she broke her sobs upon feeling the stinging pain that this new area received. The sobbing immediately returned, then with a “Nn, n, nuuh, n, noo-ho-ho” she managed to stutter out through uncontrollable bawling breath disruptions. “I ca… huhh.. I can’t take.. I can’t.” Was all she managed to say before the crying completely disarmed her breath and speech again.
Abby covered a huge-child-like smile behind cupped hands. Ray glanced at her and winked, then said “Go get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen, babe.” Abby hustled into the kitchen and began rifling through the drawers. “The one with the hole in it!” Ray added.
“Got it!” Abby was back in a flash, bouncing up and down as she held the spoon upright, to her chest and waited patiently for Ray’s hand to reach out and receive it.
“That was quick!” Ray smiled. “But I want to get a few things out of the way before we start.”
With that remark, he ceased the spanking and used both hands to grab two solid handfuls of Sharon’s black, wavy, now-disheveled hair. Without any sign of being violent or cruel, but with the utmost authority and control, he pulled the mother’s head back into an arch by her hair, exposing her tear-soaked face and swollen eyes. Then, after grouping the majority of her hair into his left hand and pulling it back into a fist, he reached over and cupped her wet face in his right hand and squished her cheeks.
“Oh my god, you got the fish-face, mom!” Abby joked.
Her mom’s eyes squinted and burned in her own drunken tears and watered-down mascara as she tried to breathe through her squished and puckered mouth, (since breathing through her nasal passages had been rendered impossible for the past 5 minutes due to swelling from the uncontrollable crying.)
“Alright, Sharon.” He said smugly, since he had always given her the respect of addressing her as ‘Mrs.Richards’ before. “Let’s get some things squared away. From now on, you’re going to call me ‘Sir.’ Not ‘Ray’ or ‘little shit’ or ‘Peckerwood’, do I make myself clear?
“Uuuhh huuuh” Sharon managed to muffle out through her distorted face.
“And from now on, you’re going to be a good girl, treat Abby with respect and act like a Mother should act, right?”
“Ughn.. uhgn.” She moaned through squished lips.
“I can’t hear you, Sharon.” Ray said sternly as he loosened the squeeze on her face, allowing her to speak clearly.
“Y-yes, S-sir.” She managed.
“That’s a good girl.” Ray condescended while still holding her face in his right hand. “So, now I wan’t you to apologize to Abby for leaving her stranded all night, for, what is it now, like the third time in two months.”
“I-I-I’m… s-s-sorry.” Sharon stuttered.
“Ok, mom!” Abby replied quickly.
There was a moment of silence as Ray looked at the defeated woman’s face and filed through ideas in his mind.
“Please, S-Sir…. Please c-can you s-s-stop?” She begged to Ray.
“Stop what?” Ray asked sarcastically with a satisfied smile.
“S…s-s-spanking!.. m-m-meee!” She squeezed out between crying breaths.
Ray laughed out loud, but didn’t immediately respond.
“Abbs, can you go get me a dish rag and make sure it’s wet?” He asked in a polite voice.
“Yep, one sec.” Abby set the wooden spoon down on the coffee table and once again rushed to fetch what Ray had asked, and after 20 seconds, hustled back into the living room with a wet rag in her hands.
“Here ya go.” Abby offered as she stood with her arm outstretched, the rag dripping on the carpet.”
“Hey, come closer.” He said, as he leaned his head out over Sharon’s blistered butt and stuck his lips out for a kiss.
“Ooh, ok!” Abby set the rag down on the coffee table next to the spoon and put both of her hands on Ray’s shoulders and leaned in for a kiss that ended up being longer than Ray had expected.
Abby started using her tongue and the kiss was quickly turning passionate, which startled Ray, but now he began to understand that the entire episode was making Abby hot. Sharon moaned in humiliated, vulnerable agony as she listened to the wet smacking of kissing and realized what was actually occurring, that they were both enjoying her embarrassing punishment in a way that brought them together lovingly.

“Ok, babe, that’s enough” he said as he pulled his head back from the place it had been, hovering over Sharon’s bare ass, and sat back into the couch.
“Sorry, baby.” Abby shrugged and giggled with a mischievous smile just before looking straight down at her mother’s flaming red cheeks. “Oh, wow… Can I touch it?” She asked Ray.
He thought for a moment and said “Sure, just for a second, though. I’ve got work to do.”
She bit her bottom lip, put both hands out in front of herself and slowly brought her palms down within an inch of her mother’s glowing, battered bottom. “Is it hot?” She asked.
“See for yourself.” Ray replied as he leaned back further, still holding poor Sharon’s head up by her hair with his left hand.
Abby’s hands slowly pressed down onto her mother’s bare buns. “Oh my god, they’re burning!” Abby gasped as she quickly pulled her hands back, her eyebrows raised in delight.
“Alright, hand me that rag, now.” Ray ordered, and it was immediately handed to him. “We are going to make a mother out of you tonight, Sharon. We don’t need some barfly or some whore with bright red lipstick.” He remarked as he opened the rag. Now, pulling her hair back even more to expose her entire face, he took the rag in his right hand and began to wipe the lipstick off of Sharon's lips. Her chin began to tremble as she fought back the beginning of another shame-induced crying fit. Ray was extremely thorough and more than a little harsh as he spent close to a minute wiping Sharon’s face and lips clean of any lipstick, or makeup, save the eye shadow and mascara which had pooled into dark blobs around her eyes. Sharon felt like a child again, for the first time in almost 40 years. She was utterly helpless.
Once satisfied with the makeup removal, Ray tossed the rag on the coffee table and held Sharons face with both hands, tilting her head to face her daughter.
“Now, Abby, is this what your mom is supposed to look like?” Ray questioned frankly.
“That’s her, alright.”
“Good.” He finalized.
Just then, a long squeal rang out from the mouth of Abby’s mother. The humiliation was still too much for her and another round of crying was unavoidable.
“Eeeeeeeiiiieeeeehhhhuhuhuh!” The sound came pouring out, then quickly taken over by hiccuping cries, with coughs and sputters interspersed. “Woooh-hoohoooh-hooh-ughhn!” Ray decided to let the woman have her moment, released his grip on her hair, and took the free time to gaze down and inspect his half-finished masterpiece of welts and burning pinkness. He rubbed and fondled the weeping woman’s burning buns, thinking to himself how he never would have imagined in a hundred years that one day he’d be groping Abby’s mother’s bare ass, and certainly not in this context. This wasn’t a planned event. It was a spontaneous reaction to a situation that needed to be handled in just the right way, and realizing this made Ray feel extremely proud of himself and his ability to control and ultimately tame this fiery out-of-control woman. With both of her arms free from restraint, Sharon covered her face in her hands and wept shamefully for a few more long moments as Abby watched on and Ray wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Alright, let’s finish this. It’s getting late.” Ray declared as he leaned and reached over Mrs. Richards’ body, and with an extra stretch of his right arm, grasped the wooden spoon from the coffee table and sat back into position. “Now, do I have to pin your arm behind your back again, Sharon?”
Still consumed with sobbing, Sharon simply shook her head ‘no.’
“Ok, let’s do this.” He said, and began smacking the spoon onto her buttocks and upper thighs in a constant mid-tempo rhythmic pattern that went in a clockwise direction, starting with the back of her left thigh, continuing onto her left cheek, then on to her right cheek and finishing each cycle at the back of her right thigh. This constant pattern carried on for what felt like hours to poor Sharon, but in actuality was only a little over 5 minutes.   She convulsed and breathed heavier and deeper than she ever had before. The pain was incredible, and although the entire surface of her rear was numb, the way young Ray laid the spoon into her flesh caused her to feel every single spank that rained down in a fashion that went deep below the surface. The spanking was relentless and the middle-aged single mother with a chip on her shoulder felt each and every sting radiate all the way down into the tips of her toes, and back up her spine into her neck.
Finally, in desperation, with a hoarse and low groaning yell, she called out “Pllllleeeasse!” Followed by a pattern of breath-heavy sobs.
Realizing he had accomplished the full submission of his girlfriend’s mother, Ray slowed his speed and power, like a steam locomotive, over the course of another minute until he finally came to a complete stop. Then he handed the spoon to Abby and leaned over toward Sharons head, gently picking her face up under her chin with one hand and pulling her hair back from her face in light strokes with the other.
“Now, Sharon… Can you tell us if you’re going to be a good girl from now on?”
“Y-yes Sir.” She meekly pouted through still-labored breaths.
“Well, then tell us like you mean it.” Ray coached.
“I-I’m gonna be a good girl.” She whimpered.
“That’s what we want to hear. And tell us, that you’re going to be a good mother from now on.”
“I’m g-gonna be a good mu, m-mother.” She slurred quietly through sniffs.
Ray sat all the way back onto the couch and spread his arms out in a satisfied, relaxing stretch. Abby glanced his way, gave him a thumbs-up and then directed her attention back at her mother, who lay face-down across Ray’s lap, completely exhausted both physically and mentally, breathing heavily, as if she had just finished sprinting a marathon. She was too tired and beaten to do anything else, it was late, and the huge amount of alcohol she had consumed earlier in the night finally processed and contributed to holding her at the edge of narcolepsy. Both teenagers relaxed and took a few moments to regain their thoughts. Then, they noticed the older woman’s right hand slump down off the couch and onto the floor.
“We’d better get her to bed.” Abby suggested.
“I’ll take care of it, you just help me with her dress, ok?”

Abby grabbed her mother’s black dress, which was already up onto her middle back, exposing her black bra strap. And with her boyfriend’s assistance, she pulled the dress up over the shoulders, and off of the arms of the exhausted woman, who was going in and out of consciousness this point. Ray then scooped both of his arms under Sharon’s body and stood up off of the couch, picking the woman up with him as her head and arms dangled down towards the floor. Then, he tilted her down towards her feet to stand her upright but realized just as her toes touched the carpet that she was out, and quickly caught her before she collapsed completely. Thinking fast, and before all of her weight sagged further to the ground, Ray grabbed her wrist, squatted down and pulled Sharon’s hips towards him, causing her to slump over his shoulder. He stood upright strongly, as if she weighed nothing. Her head and arms dangled loosely down his back. Ray turned to Abby with her mother slung over his shoulder.
“You got her?” Abby asked, even though it was apparent he didn’t need any help carrying the now-unconscious woman.
“Yeah, I’ll put her to bed. You can go ahead and get showered up. I got her.” He replied with a confident grin, gently patting the woman’s sore butt.
Abby bit her lip and squinted lustfully while looking at the scene before her very eyes. There was her mother, the woman she feared, passed out, mostly naked, panties around her ankles, helplessly draped over her boyfriend’s shoulder. She looked at her mother’s bare, swollen red ass and inspected the welts and bruises. A full spectrum of colors revealed themselves upon closer inspection. Hues of blue and purple, welts of magenta and dots of crimson, on a background of bright pink. The skin of the buttocks stretched, as the mother’s limp body hung over the strong boy’s shoulder. Abby took her right index finger, touching her mother’s hot skin, and traced the marks on her cheeks, then gazed briefly at her mother’s exposed pussy, which rested on Ray’s shoulder. Abby felt the tingling so strong now that it pulsed between her legs. She began to salivate subtly, then without hesitation grabbed the back of Ray’s head and pressed her lips to his. They stood there with the mother hung unconscious over his shoulder, kissing deeply and passionately. It was at this moment that Ray realized his earlier suspicions were spot-on - Abby was having a sexual experience during the entire ordeal.

They embraced and kissed each other open-mouthed as Sharon lay draped down his back. After a short time, Ray became erect. Abby noticed and clutched his member through his pants, then said “You’ve gotta put that thing inside me.” as her hips gyrated slowly.
“Ok, babe. Just let me put the lady to bed first.” Ray replied as he stepped back.
“Don’t take long!”
“I won’t.”
And with that, Ray carried the passed-out MILF down the hallway into her own bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled the comforter back off of her own bed and gently laid her face-down. Sharon moaned semi-consciously into her pillow as Ray straddled her from behind and unhooked her bra. Taking some weight off of her, he turned her to her side and pulled the black brazier completely off of her, glancing at her slightly-deflated breasts and bare nipples for a second before turning her face-down again. Transitioning in and out of consciousness, she made small mouth noises into her pillow as Ray stepped off of the bed to undress her. He pulled the black thong panties off of her ankles and sat them aside. Then, he removed each stocking by sliding the lace tops down to her calves, then pulling them by the toes over her heels and off of her feet. He inspected her body again, this time with admiration, and noticed that besides small rough patches on each heel and small razor knick from shaving on her right knee, her body was close to impeccable. At the age of 45, she was still a fine female specimen with superb genetics who obviously took great care of her body. Ray then climbed back onto the bed and sat kneeling, straddling her calves. He looked proudly at the bare buns that he had just spent the better part of an hour punishing. Leaning forward he placed both hands on the battered cheeks and gently squeezed them, pulling them apart with his thumbs, exposing her butthole, which was clean and firm, under a visible layer of light sweat. Sharon let out a weak moaning sound as she picked her head up briefly from the pillow and turned her face to the side so that she could breathe.
“Shhh.” Ray whispered.
“R, Ray….” She mumbled, in a drunken stupor with closed eyes. “I’m… I’m… Sorry.”
“I know.” He replied softly.
She let out another non-distinct pouting murmur just before her breathing became very slow and deep, fully passing out. Her pillowcase now showed the stains of wet mascara.
Ray, still cupping the hot cheeks in his palms, moved his thumbs down from her butt to her outer labia and spread the lips open, exposing the wet, pink vagina of the unconscious woman. Taking a good long look, he considered the notion of sliding himself right into her and having his way. It would be easy. She was all his. But Ray knew the difference between right and wrong, and was not going to betray Abby’s trust. He gently patted the soft, reddened cheeks and watched them wobble loosely, then after stepping off the bed, puled the comforter over the sleeping mother’s body, tucked her in, turned out the light and closed the door behind him.

When he reached Abby’s bedroom, she was undressed, showered and waiting on the bed for him. They wasted no time in getting wrapped up in lustful, passionate love-making. Abby spanked herself harshly a few times during intercourse, which Ray took note of, as it was a new thing he had never seen her do before. They made love for over 30 minutes straight, which was a long time for them, and Abby came hard and long with screams of ecstasy. Neither of them worried one bit about the possibility of waking her mother. And in the future, whether or not she was passed out drunk or sober and trying to sleep, they knew they would never have to worry about it again.

Abby and Ray awoke around 10am the next morning. The smell of fresh coffee was in the air and the sound of garden tools clinking was just outside Abby’s bedroom window. Ray got out of bed with a yawn and peeked out the curtains. It was Sharon, who was already up, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with her hair pulled back into a bun. It was apparent by the level of moisture in her hair that she had already showered. She was wearing gardening gloves and boots, quickly digging trenches in the garden near the patio for some seedlings in plastic containers. Next to her was a watering can. Ray watched her for a moment. It was obvious that she was purposely being productive, trying to shake off the hangover and get past the ordeal of last night with some work. This was a good thing, he though - as long as she understood what had been established.

Both Ray and Abby dressed and had some of the coffee that Sharon had brewed. Abby walked through the curtain, outside the sliding glass door and out onto the patio while Ray stood in the kitchen, sipping the warm drink, smiling and replaying the scenes of last night to himself.
“Hey…. Want some help?” Abby asked her mother.
“Sure, water these in after I’ve got them planted.” Sharon replied, not making any eye contact.
Abby grabbed the watering can, knelt down next to her mom and helped water in the first row of carrots.
“You ok, Mom?” Abby asked
“Yep.” Sharon responded shortly. “I just needed to get these into the ground. I bought them last week but I’ve been so busy, and-“
“No, mom, I mean…. About last night. Are you ok?”
Sharon took a deep breath, still looking down at the plants and pursed her lips.
“Yep.” She finally replied.
“Well, good.” Abby said.
They worked for a minute in awkward silence before Sharon spoke.
“So… Does he do that to you as well?” Sharon asked with a look of restrained anger.
“Do what, mom?” Abby asked in an annoyed tone.
Sharon’s cheek bulged as she probed it with her tongue and breathed deeply before finally uttering the words.
“Does he spank you like that?… Like a child or something?… Until you’re crying?”
“No, mom!” Abby defended.
“Well, what makes you so lucky?” Sharon questioned while still avoiding eye contact.
“Well, cause-“ Abby began.
“Cause she doesn’t act like a child.” Ray cut her off as he stepped out onto the patio. He had been listening from behind the curtain. Sharon paused her digging and stared down into the soil. This was her first interaction with Ray since last night and she felt her heart rate increase as he walked over and stood above her.
“She doesn’t behave in a way that deserves that kind of discipline, does she?” He asked.
Sharon stared down at Ray’s shoes and slowly stood up, still holding the garden trowel in her right hand.
“I guess not…” She replied with an aggravated, childish tone.
Ray stood closer to her. He realized that this moment was important. Everything from last night needed to be set in stone. Consecrated. The way he handled this conversation was everything.
“Does she act like a selfish child? Does she leave her family stranded when they need her? Does she drink all night and act irresponsible?” Ray leaned into her personal space just as she had done to him last night, before the incident.
Sharon’s right hand gripped the trowel tighter as she stared down towards the ground and flared her nostrils. Abby watched in concerned anticipation. There was tension in the air.
Sharon then took a deep breath, raised her eyebrows and replied. “No. No she doesn’t.” in a tone of honesty.
Ray then took his right hand and gently gripped the back of Sharon’s neck. Without violence, but with strong and steady pressure, he slowly pushed down and forced Abby’s mother to her knees. He then pushed down more firmly and compelled her to sit her sore butt cheeks onto the heels of her boots. Abby watched her mom’s face wince as the weight of Ray’s hand pushed down on her neck and shoulders, forcing her buttocks further onto the boot soles. The grip on the trowel loosened as Sharon submitted to the position.
“No, you said?…. No, what?” Ray asked with authority.
Sharon’s chin trembled as she stared down through the ground in front of her.
“No, sir.” she conceded in a small voice.
Abby exhaled a sigh of relief.
Ray’s right hand moved from the back of Sharon’s neck to her trembling chin. The release of pressure was relieving to her sore ass. He tilted her face up towards his, and standing above the kneeling woman calmly demanded “Look me in the eyes and say it.”
Sharon’s lips trembled as she slowly looked up into Ray’s eyes and finally made visual contact with the face of the boy who humiliated her last night. Her eyes welled with tears as her mouth pouted.
“No, Sir.” Sharon submitted verbally and took a deep breath, followed by her own exhale of relief.
“I think we have an understanding from now on, don’t we?” He asked, still cupping her chin in his hand.
“Yes we do. Yes we do, Sir.” She responded in a submissive tone as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Good. I’m glad.” Ray responded “And thanks for making coffee this morning.”
Sharon was relieved to be thanked for something, even something so small.
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
The final stage of obedience had been achieved.

Just then, Ray’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Luis.
“Hey Ray, been thinking about last night. I’m still pretty pissed at you for leaving like that. It was a heavy night. But I understand. I think you did the right thing, homie. Anyway, I hope your girl is ok. Look, I don’t want to lose you at the Sterling. You want to work tonight?”
Ray smiled as he read the text. Things were going to be ok. He was turning into a man and he could feel it.
“Hey Luis,” he texted back. “I appreciate that so much, man. I’ll be there. And boy do I have a story to tell you!”

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