Punished by Mom
      Submitted on 09/03/06


It was far worse leaving the Mall than it was when we had arrived.

I had thought that my march into the Mall had been my most embarrassing 
moment ever, and it had been I suppose, up until that point. In fact, since 
the beginning of my current torment, each and every scene that unfolded was 
just a bit more humiliating than the one before:

First being wrestled to the floor and trampled underfoot by Bonnie, our next 
door neighbor.

Being ordered that first night to kiss and lick Bonnie's shoes and feet, as 
well as the slippered feet of my mother, Janet Baker.

Then, two weeks later doing the same for Bonnie's daughter Pam, my 
baby-sitter just a couple years older than me. She took pictures of that 
whole ordeal on her cell phone as 'insurance' she said, before putting me to 
my hands and knees as her footstool for the rest of that night...

Getting caught masturbating by my mother one day not long after and being 
berated and punished for my perverted nastiness continually, ever since...

My mother just to keep me too busy to play with myself while she and my 
father are at work during the day had turned me into a virtual slave. She 
overloaded me with house and yard work, hoping to not only occupy my time, 
but to humiliate the desires from me, purging me in a way like one would by 
forcing a kid caught smoking to quit by making them smoke a whole pack at 
once.

Loaning me out to Bonnie and Pam when my mother ran out of chores was the 
next step. The neighbors of course quickly turned the ordeal into a foot 
parade though, as both loved that attention, and Mom's plan was just as 
quickly backfiring. Rather than being purged of my perversions, they were 
all fueling the fires of my fetishes.

Even when Pam took me over her lap and gave me a fast and furious spanking 
with her rubber flip-flop, I was rock hard. Granted it hurt like hell and I 
was crying my sore ass off, but the act got me as heated as my sunburned 
skin.

I had thought that I could not sink any lower than that, but then I found 
myself being paraded around the Mall dressed in Bonnie's old clothes. My own 
clothes had 'accidentally' been doused with water, as Bonnie had been hosing 
me down after a morning of hot and sweaty yard work. She was kind enough to 
provide me with pink shorts, shirt and flip-flops for my trip to the Mall 
with Pam. I was led through the Mall with crowds of people laughing in my 
wake, and then forced to lick and kiss the shoes of two of Pam's friends 
right there under a table of the Food Circus. And THAT had been the worst, 
as I exploded in my pretty pink shorts!

Or so I had thought.

Now I was being literally dragged back through the Mall by Pam as she had 
gotten a call to come home. My mother had arrived from work and wanted me 
back. My part time baby-sitter had a tight hold on my wrist like I was a 
toddler as she almost jogged through the crowded shopping mall with me in 
tow. I was trying to keep up, as I'm quite sure that I wanted out of that 
particular Circle of Hell far more than she did. It was hard to match Pam's 
pace however, as I still had on my pink and rubber flowered flip-flops, and 
jogging was almost impossible on my part, trying to keep the damn sandals on 
my feet.

Too, as my show in the Food Circus had not been private by any means, we now 
had a group of followers tagging along on our trail. I could hear the 
gathered tread of feet keeping up behind us, and the laughter and comments 
that kept me crimson in shame. They were hoping to see more I suppose, but 
Pam was in a rush and no longer in the mood to play, thankfully.

Still I endured as we hurried along, my thongs slapping out an unsteady 
rhythm across the polished tiles that simply added to my humiliation, 
reminding me even more of what I had become with every step. Pam dragged me 
onto and down the escalator, barely apologizing as she shouldered past the 
other riders. The laughter followed along, and in those close quarters I 
felt more than a hand or two swat and grab at my ass. I couldn't even swat 
back though, as Pam had a firm grip on my right wrist, and my left hand was 
otherwise occupied, trying to hide the huge wet stain spreading across the 
front of my shorts with the rushed pace.

I was near to tears again when we reached the Mall's entrance, and without 
breaking stride Pam pushed us through the huge glass doors and back out into 
the summer heat. The sun was on its downward slide to the horizon through a 
dull reddening sky that was filmy with clouds. It was darkening, but it had 
been so hot and humid for so many days that the temperature was still 
topping ninety I was sure. I could feel the heat radiating from the blacktop 
as soon as we stepped to the parking lot and started the final mad dash 
across the sticky blacktop. Pam actually picked up her pace to a quick trot 
once outside, jerking me after her roughly to keep up, without a care 
towards me.

"C'mon, Billy!" she snapped, her free hand digging into her purse to find 
her car keys. I nodded, afraid to say anything at that point as my voice 
might betray me. God, I was getting hard again!

I was getting off on the humiliation I knew; the jeering laughter and taunts 
still echoing behind, the exposure to the uncaring crowd, the burning 
beautiful shame of kissing the feet of Pam's friends, all coupled now with 
so simple a thing as Pam's mindlessly rough treatment and seeing the way her 
ass swayed in her blue jeans as she ran. I was swiftly building to burst 
again, within just minutes of my last explosive climax, unbelievably, and I 
knew then and there that it was not my fault.

Sure, I was at that age where my hormones were in a constant rage of 
overdrive, but up until Mom had caught me beating off to the beautiful women 
of QVC (or HSN, or one of the other TV shopping channels) while they had 
been showing off their sexy feet in Birkenstocks, I had had it under 
control. I had been just a normal boy coming of age and following Mother 
Nature's commands. Now I was following Mother Baker's, but she and Bonnie 
and Pam had made a mountain out of my own, personal molehill. And I had to 
wonder if they even knew what they had done. If maybe they had planned it 
all along...

"Get in, stupid!"

A sharp slap to the back of my head snapped me from my reveries and got me 
moving again. We had reached Pam's Volkswagen, and she had unlocked and 
opened the passenger side, was now hurrying to her side to get in. I glanced 
back as I turned to get into the car and saw a small crowd of people still 
watching us from across the lane in the parking lot; all smiles and 
laughter, pointing and jeering me. I blushed, throbbing as I started to 
crawl to my spot on the floor -

"Just sit in the seat, Billy," Pam ordered as she slid smoothly into hers. I 
complied, wincing and hissing as the hot leather burned into my sunburned 
legs. As I wiggled for some kind of comfort, Pam told me to belt up and shut 
up. I did, and she started the car after a couple harrowing grinds of gears 
and we were off.

"We are so dead," Pam said, more for her own benefit than actually trying to 
converse with me. I could see the worried look on her face as she pulled out 
of the lot and onto the street, gradually shifting gears and gaining speed. 
She was licking her lips as she weaved through traffic, which was thankfully 
light. I knew that Pam had not had her license for too long, and I had my 
doubts as to her ability to drive as I swayed back and forth in my seat. I 
silently prayed to the Blessed Lady of Acceleration as she started to run a 
long line of yellow lights, glancing nervously for police lying in wait.

There was not a lot for the cops to do in our town, and everyone knew that 
there were speed traps and blind spots everywhere, all made for the police 
to catch the unwary, or the rushed, like Pam. Luckily it was not a far drive 
to the Mall, and before too long we were back running the familiar streets 
of our own neighborhood.

Pam glanced my way as we rounded the final corner, turning onto our street. 
I saw her smile finally as she eyed me, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Jeee-zus, Billy," she laughed that harsh and horrible laugh that grated on 
my nerves. "Are you hard again, ya little Perv?" I glanced down in shame, 
blushing again. Of course I was. What did she expect?

"Fuck!"

I looked up and instantly saw the reason for the panic back in my sitter's 
voice. Pam eased the car to a lesser gear as she then started cranking the 
steering wheel for the turn into the driveway. Her movements were quick and 
jerky, and she was biting her lip, and I confess that my stomach started to 
flip, flop and fly as I saw Bonnie and my mother both sitting on the front 
porch of Bonnie's house, waiting.

As the older women stood I saw that both had beers and cigarettes in hand. 
Bonnie was still dressed in the same shorts and shirt, and those soft white 
clog wedges that I had licked clean not so long before. I saw that my mother 
was still dressed as I had last seen her too, earlier that morning. She was 
in a dark suit and skirt, hose and her low-heeled leather pumps. She still 
had her hair pulled back into a bun, but I could see that it had come loose 
a bit over the course of the day. I could not believe that I was noticing 
such things as my eyes focused on their feet and shoes, and worse, craving 
them.

"Not a word," Pam hissed as she dropped her keys back into her leather bag 
and undid her seat belt. "I'll do the talking. You just agree. If you get me 
into trouble, so help me I'll make you regret it. Don't forget the 
pictures."

I said I'd be good and got out of the car, shutting the door and quickly 
dropping my hands over my crotch, trying to hide my 'accident'. I knew that 
it was pointless. They would see it eventually, but I hoped -

"Oh, god."

My mother smirked as she stepped up to me and slapped my hands away from my 
groin. She shook her head as she struck an almost dominant pose; her beer 
hand held up, her other hand resting on her shapely cocked hip and a 
cigarette dangling from her full red lips. Bonnie was of course right behind 
and burst out laughing to see the wide stain adorning the front of the 
shorts that she had loaned me for my outing. I hung my head as Mom joined in 
the laughter, and Pam stepped around to join the group.

"Did my baby have an accident?" Mom cooed in an almost sing song voice. It 
was soft, almost a purr and laced with both mirth and alcohol. I wondered 
how many beers the two older women had had while waiting for us to return.

"Your son just can't control himself, Janet," Pam offered as she looked from 
her mother to mine. I could see her eyes sparkling as she thought, trying to 
quickly turn my offense totally onto me. "He just came while we were sitting 
with my friends at the Food Circus in the Mall. There was nothing I could 
do. I'm sorry -"

"Not your fault, Pam," my mother said, glancing back at my sitter. I saw Pam 
relax just a bit at that, and when my mother turned back to me all of her 
stress flowed my way. Mom was staring daggers at me, and I knew I was 
doomed.

"Billy just can't seem to learn that he offends. His filthy little habits 
are disgusting, and despite our best efforts he just will not comply."

Mom was drunk. I could hear it in the way she talked, and in the way she was 
looking me up and down. I was in for it, and thinking that maybe all bets 
were off.

"Don't worry though," Mom continued as she took a final drag from her 
cigarette, then dropped it to the cement, crushing it out under the toe of 
her shoe. "I'll have plenty of time to make him think right." She looked 
back to me, her smirk turning into a wide, evil smile that made my balls 
shrivel and my erection dwindle and hide.

"Your father called me while I was at work, boy. He's been called away to a 
conference with clients. He'll be gone all weekend - till Monday night. That 
gives us three whole days for me to show you the error of your ways. And 
believe me, I will." Mom knocked back the last of her beer and set the empty 
can atop Pam's car. "You can both help," she continued, addressing Bonnie 
and Pam, "but tomorrow. Billy and I need to spend some 'Quality Time' 
tonight."

"Not a problem, Jan," Bonnie said, flicking her own butt out into the street 
with a practiced ease. She downed her own beer and plucked my mother's can 
from the car top, handing both to her daughter. "Give a call and we'll come 
running." She looked at me and ran her tongue over her lips and teeth. "I 
can't wait."

Mom laughed, and reached up and out, grabbing my ear.

"C'mon, brat," she ordered, walking away and dragging me along. I whined in 
pain as she took no pity, tugging me along in her wake by my ear lobe. "I'll 
call tomorrow," she said, walking towards our own house and scooping up her 
purse from our front porch. She started to dig for her keys, releasing my 
ear thankfully, but giving me the evil eye to stay put as she did so.

Bonnie and Pam watched until Mom opened the screen door and then unlocked 
the house door, ushering me in. I heard their laughter, but could only 
imagine what they did behind my back. Frankly, I did not care at that point. 
Like I said before, I was doomed.

***

The door slammed and locked behind us as I stepped into the living room of 
home. There was no sense of security as my mother locked and chained the 
door behind us, then shoved me into the middle of the room, more a feeling 
of being trapped.

Mom dropped her keys back into her purse and pulled out her cigarette case 
before dumping her bag on the table by the door. She withdrew a cigarette 
and lit it, then tossed the case to the table beside the couch as she 
strutted and strolled around me. For my part I stood at a sort of attention, 
my erection tenting my cum-stained shorts as I kept sweating, shivering in 
the air conditioning.

Finally Mom stopped in front of me. Her lips twisted into a sneer of disgust 
as she looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my hard-on pressing out 
the yellow stain in my shorts. She took a long, hard drag on her cigarette 
as she stared me down, and I found myself trembling in fear.

Before there was always a rushed and nervous undertone to what we had done - 
what she had done to me, with the idea that Dad would be home at some point. 
He would never approve of Mom's treatment of me, but now, with my father 
away for the weekend, I knew that all the inhibitions had been dismissed, 
all holds no longer barred, all bets off. I was in for an intense round of 
learned punishment, and I knew that my mother was determined to get me 
thinking right, in her opinion.

It started with a slap!

Mom's hand shot out lightning fast, her palm smashing into my face and 
spinning my head to the side with the impact. Tears welled immediately, and 
I silently cursed myself for becoming such a wimp. Mom chuckled to see me 
whimpering, trying to hold back my tears as my face stung, the pain setting 
in with impunity.

"You bitch," she said, slapping me again. Her blow struck hard and down, and 
I swayed, dropping to my knees before her. I was sobbing freely now, staring 
at her feet, ready to grovel to prevent her hitting me again. Like I 
figured, her hesitation was gone. A little drunk and free of my father, she 
was going to push this to its limits.

"Couldn't control yourself, hunh?" she said, sliding her foot forward for me 
to stare at. It was soft kid leather, dirty and worn. I could smell her foot 
odor as soon as it came close and knew that she had been wearing them all 
day.

"What? Pam gets you so hot? What happened at the Mall?"

I told her about Pam and her friends, my words spilling out in a torrent, a 
rushed babble that she listened to, though I dared not look up to see her 
reaction. I was in trouble and in for it. I dared not make her mad by 
actually looking at her, meeting her gaze. I told her about the Mall, and 
the crowds, and the Food Circus, and she just laughed.

"You are soooo pathetic."

I stared, trembling and sweating as my mother stepped out of her pumps. She 
spun one about and shoved it under my face with her stockinged foot -

"Put your face in that and sniff," she ordered. "I've had these shoes on all 
day, and I can only imagine how bad they smell, but I want you to sniff out 
the odor and clean them up for me. C'mon."

I leaned down and placed my face to her shoe. I immediately smelled her foot 
odor mixed with the rich scent of the kid leather. She was right in that 
they were rank after a full day on her feet, but too, there was something 
that I loved and craved there in the damp confines of the leather. I could 
smell her; her foot powder and perfume mixed with the scent of the shoe 
itself and her sweat and natural odors as well. I felt my erection spring to 
life again as I inhaled the foul yet wondrous smell, breathing in that scent 
of woman that was my mother.

"You just stay there," she said as she walked off in stockinged feet. I was 
torn, wanting to look up but wanting too to bury my face into her most 
intimate odor and luxuriate in this new punishment and pleasure. Mom thought 
that she was torturing me, but really I was in heaven, the women had changed 
me so much.

I heard the sound of another beer can opening as my mother strolled back 
into the room. I felt her foot on the back of my head, pressing my face 
deeper into her shoe. "I can't hear you," she said, and I started snuffling 
all the harder, wanting to make her happy as well as avoid her punishment.

She removed her foot after awhile and kicked the side of my face to move me 
to her other shoe. I moved at her urging as she finally stepped off and sat 
in the closest chair. I could see her feet as she sat, crossing her legs and 
one foot kicking and dangling just out of reach. I was throbbing at that 
point, doing my best to control my lust and simply do as I had been ordered.

Mom's foot inched out after a bit, catching her off shoe and dragging it 
close, lining it up. "Here," she said, her toes pointing at the other shoe 
and I crawled closer, burying my face into that shoe again. It still 
smelled, but I sniffed, her orders standing. I felt her foot on the back of 
my head once more.

"I can't believe that you came," she said, but her voice was light now. She 
was treating it as a joke, apparently, though I knew that I was still going 
to be punished. It was just a matter of when and how.

"After all our work. Well, I'll make sure that doesn't happen again. Strip!"

I stopped sniffing and looked up. Mom seemed a giantess before me, a goddess 
looking down from Olympus. She smiled, and I knew that she would brook no 
argument. I took off my clothes.

"Everything!"

I knelt naked at my mother's feet as she ordered my face back into her shoe. 
As I knelt there snuffling, like a pig rooting for truffles, I felt the 
first lash of mom's punishment. I lunged forward as a strip of leather bit 
into my already abused ass, screaming into Mom's pump as the pain set in.

My mother was using her belt to whip me, to punish me for my infractions 
with Pam. She remained seating, so the blows lost a bit of force, but she 
more than made up for that with longevity. She did not even make me count, 
but simply strapped my ass over and over until I was a simpering and sobbing 
mass curled at her feet.

"That hurt me more than you," she giggled, "maybe." She tossed her belt 
aside as she took another drag from her cigarette. She laughed as I sucked 
and snuffed air through my snot-filled nose. My butt was afire, still aching 
from Pam's spanking earlier and now a whipping at Mom's hand. She shoved her 
stockinged foot into my face.

It was not quite as bad as the shoe, but Mom's foot was still rank and damp 
as her stockings had soaked up and held her sweat over the course of the 
day. I sniffed initially, gagging ultimately as she chuckled.

"What?" she asked. "Don't like Mama's feet, baby? You'll get used to them," 
she said, her other foot planting itself on the back of my head. "Don't 
worry,"

'Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.'

"You will."

I don't know how long I knelt at my mother's feet, sniffing and eventually 
licking. I was hot and horny throughout though, and when she finally pulled 
away I was a simpering, whimpering lump at her feet. That amused her no end 
as she stood.

"I'll need to keep an eye on you I guess," she said as she stepped away, 
strolling across the room. I watched her feet as she walked away, mesmerized 
by her bare feet as they stepped lightly across the carpeting with an 
amazing grace. I looked up to the clock and saw that it was after eleven. I 
heard the snap of her fingers -

"Come!" she commanded, and I raised to my hands and knees. "Bring my shoes."

I crawled after my mother as she walked into her bedroom. She stood there 
waiting, motioning for me to place her shoes beside the bed. I did, kneeling 
down and waiting for her next command.

"I can't trust you I guess, so you'll be sleeping here tonight, and all 
weekend," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and finishing her latest 
cigarette. She crossed her legs. "You'll sleep there on the floor," she 
said, pointing to the spot at the side of her bed. I looked up and saw that 
she had a ribbon in hand, though where she got that I didn't know. "Come!"

I crawled forward as she tied the ribbon to my engorged penis, making a 
tight bow. Satisfied she stood again, towering over me. I stared at her 
stockinged feet as she wiggled her toes.

"Bend low,' she ordered as she stepped away. I did, but I could see her in 
my peripheral vision and watched as she started to undress, getting ready 
for bed. She took off her jacket first, tossing it over the back of the 
chair for her vanity, then started to unbutton her shirt. She took that off 
casually, stretching a bit once free of its confines and I saw her breasts 
seem to expand as she arched her back, grinning as she tossed the shirt 
aside. She then fumbled a bit at the zipper on her skirt, finally letting it 
fall to the floor and stepping out of its crumpled mass-

"You're not peeping, are you?"

I saw Mom grin as she reached back and undid her bra. I looked away before 
her breasts burst free, watching from the corner of my eye as she then 
started to slide her hose from her hips and down her legs. Next came her 
panties, silken and black, shining for my pleasure. I heard her laugh as she 
leaned over me, dangling her prize.

"Open!" she said, and I did.

Mom stuffed her worn and soiled panties into my mouth and then balled up her 
hose and did the same. I could taste her feet and pussy immediately as she 
commanded me to hold them there. Mom strolled to her dresser and pulled free 
her silken nighty and slipped it over her head. Finally she pulled her bun 
loose, shaking her head and thus shaking her hair free to fall about her 
shoulders. It took every ounce of my willpower not to blow my wad as she did 
so. She did not brush her hair or teeth, nor surprisingly even go to the 
bathroom. She simply moved to the edge of the bed and sat, taking up the 
ribbon that was tied about my penis.

"You lay there tonight," she said as she attached the other end of the 
ribbon to her bracelet. She tugged, happy with the connection and then 
looked down at me.

"Touch your filthy cock, and I'll know," she snapped, her foot shooting out 
to kick me in the ribs. "You behave, and maybe. just maybe you'll break 
even. I know you're at that age where you can't control yourself, but still 
that's no excuse. You behave, and we'll be fine."

Mom smiled cruelly, looking down at me as she pointed to the floor beside 
her bed. Once I had settled in, she withdrew her feet and laid back in bed 
herself. I felt immediately the tug on my penis, connected to her bracelet 
by a thin strip of party ribbon. Mom reached over to the nightstand and 
switched off the light.

"Sweet dreams, sweetie," she said, though I knew she was being sarcastic.

I had no sweet dreams left.


To be continued.

Story © Carnaj 2006