Chapter 4

Dear Diary

Thursday, August 11th, 2020

My son spanked me three times in private over the last few days while he went over the rules and photographed all of the sessions. He also insisted that I get my hair done, wax my pussy, and not only dress sluttier but walk around the house with my dildo in my pussy.

We’ve progressed to him spanking my pussy and tits now as well. He’s spanked me with my paddle and his hand. I’ve been wet all three times, and he has made a big deal about pointing out how horny I get when I am being wound up.

He also that insisted I bring my dildo everywhere I went in my purse. I dutifully texted him photos of me playing with myself in my bedroom or touching my tits. I wasn’t sure if I could think of too many creative variations to amuse him for much longer.

I also sent a few of those pictures to my husband and said I was thinking about him. I wasn’t, but there was no reason not to wind him up.

I didn’t enjoy getting the spankings like I had given them. It was humiliating to bend over and submit to my son in a way that words cannot do justice. I reported to his room and submitted my journal to him. He wadded up my drafts and told me only to write juicy details. He didn’t care if I made pot roast or watched Oprah. He only wanted to hear about the filthy stuff and nothing mundane that happened in between.

He didn’t push things with me at first. He said he was giving me time to adjust. It was really giving me time to panic. I couldn’t look at Courtney or my husband at dinner. I rarely fucked Pat after we went to bed now as well.

I felt so guilty about what I had done and worried they’d find out my dirty little secrets.

I wondered if it may be worth it let them. I considered putting all of my cards on the table and calling my son’s bluff. He told me that I would and assured me that he would not just limit my exposure to my immediate family. He was ready to upload the videos to Brazzers with witty captions like “Real life son spanks own mom.”

I would be professionally and personally ruined.

The rules were not impossible. They were humiliating, but I did appreciate that Michael could have been an even bigger sadist. I had nothing to bargain with. I was pretty much at his mercy for as long as he wanted to play with me. I felt like a butterfly with her wings pinned back on a board just waiting for the boy to decide to release me or dissect me.

It was Thursday, though, and I had not yet punished Courtney. She simply had done nothing wrong. It was very frustrating to me! She had kept her nose squeaky clean. I assure you that I looked for any opportunity to spank her. She leaped to help with chores after dinner. She offered to help when I said that Michael had other things to do, and that was the reason I was the one taking out the trash.

I think the spanking had the unintended side effect of actually motivating my daughter to behave herself and be respectful! I laughed at the fact she picked the worst possible time to do that.

Courtney had her bratty moments, but she wasn’t a constant bitch or exceedingly vain and shallow. I was almost ready to make up something she did wrong, but then she’d know I had done it to get her in trouble.

“It’s Thursday, and I haven’t seen my sister’s big, beautiful butt. I suppose you know what that means,” Michael said to me in passing after school.

“Yes, Sir, I need to report to your room for a spanking?” I answered.

“We’ve done that, and it hasn’t motivated you to find a reason to punish Courtney,” Michael said. He was acting unreasonable, but I had no choice except to do as he told me. Courtney had not been an angel, but she had done nothing that could even remotely have deserved an old-fashioned spanking.

My mouth dropped open, and he laughed at how surprised I was that he would make ME undergo the same punishment I would have given Courtney. He laughed and repeated my catchphrase, “Fair is Fair.”

I nodded and looked at the floor in defeat. Do you remember when I said the rules weren’t that hard to obey? Well, shit was finally starting to get real, and this was going to be VERY hard.

“You will go into your bedroom and masturbate until Dad gets home. I want you to really go at it. Do all those tricks you learned in the videos you were watching. I know you went back and watched that Hannah Wilton video. Stick something up your ass too!” he said.

I grimaced but did not talk back. I was not a stranger to anal sex, but it was something I reserved for Pat when I wanted something expensive!

“You will set up your phone and video me so that I can watch. You will leave the door unlocked. Once he walks in, you will act shocked. You will apologize to him and say you’ve been so horny lately and tell him how sorry you are that you didn’t include him in your fun-times,” Michael said.

Pat was easy going. He wouldn’t care that I was turned on. He’d probably want to fuck or leave me to what I was doing. I think Michael knew that because he added another stipulation.

“You will tell him that it is not fair that you should be allowed to masturbate and not get spanked. You want to set a good example. You will beg him to march you into the living room and call us down to watch you get ten hard strokes on your ass. I’ll even let you have your paddle back so he can use that on you,” he said.

I’d already broached the fantasy of spankings with Pat, and he showed no interest in it. He would never agree to spank me even in private. I told Michael that his father wasn’t going to do that.

“Then I suggest you be more convincing. You are very stubborn and hard-headed once you make up your mind. Do you know why Dad didn’t stop you spanking Courtney? He was probably afraid you would spank him next. You will INSIST he man up and put you in your place. I want to see an Oscar award-winning performance from you,” Michael touched me on my chin.

I was used to him taunting me now, but it still stung almost as bad as being spanked.

I asked him what would happen if I couldn’t make this happen. “That’s easy. You will march up to my room completely naked. You will confess to me what happened and beg me to spank you. I will naturally pretend to be reluctant and confused. You will tell me that it is MY DUTY as the next eldest man of the house you and remind me that I’ve seen enough spankings to know how they are done. You can even threaten to spank me next if I don’t do it right. You will count and confess to me what naughty things you were doing in the bedroom that warranted a spanking,” he said.

“That’s outrageous!” I pleaded with Michael for leniency.

“Is it any more outrageous than spanking us for the same reason? I hope for your sake that you are a better actress tonight than you have been pretending to be sorry in my room. If you don’t want me to spank you in front of the rest of the family then you will have to implore Dad to give it to you properly. Don’t let him give you any weak-sauce wimpy noodle spanks, either. I want to see your ass cherry red by the time he finishes, or you will tell him to do it over.”

I have to admit that for the next two hours, I really wound myself up into a horny knot. I put my cell phone on the dresser and pretended that Michael wasn’t recording the entire naughty thing. I stuck one of my fingers into my asshole and began to play with my clit while stroking myself.

Pat knocked on the door and asked if I was decent. I didn’t say anything. He wondered again, politely. I wanted the fool to walk in and catch me. If he made it obvious he was knocking the entire illusion of being caught in the act would be ruined if I failed to answer the door. I remained quiet.

My husband walked in and caught me writhing naked on our bed. He looked pleasantly surprised to watch me winding myself up.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you at the door!” I gasped in surprise.

“Sorry, I knocked a few times,” Pat was already kicking off his work shoes to join me.

“I am so, so, sorry! Sir,” I apologized. I don’t know what I called Pat Sir. I suppose it was a habit after reporting to my son’s room and applying the term to him. I didn’t stop touching myself.

“Hey, not a problem. We all have our stressful days,” Pat was so easy going. He was making this charade extra tricky.

“I should be spanked for being dirty when I am alone! It was the same lesson I wanted to teach the kids! Fair is fair, Sir!” I exclaimed. I had already called him Sir once, and it helped put me in a submissive mindset. I decided to keep calling him Sir so that he might gain a little confidence. It seemed to affirm to Michael that he was the one in charge when I said it.

“Yeah, that would be funny,” Pat didn’t think I was serious. He was already unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his pants to join me on my bed. This was going just the way I thought it would.

“I am serious, Pat. I’ve spanked the kids for less. You are not going to let me be a hypocrite. March me out in the living room and put me in my place,” I demanded in a huff. I removed my fingers from my pussy and presented my paddle to him.

“What happened to calling me, Sir? A little bondage action or something going on there when you say that, it kind of turns me on” Pat made a joke. He wasn’t taking me seriously at all.

“If you don’t spank my

butt in the living room, I am going to go upstairs and tell Michael to do it!” I demanded.

“Leave the boy alone. He’s already seen his sister naked. He doesn’t need to see his Mom naked too,” Pat offered sweetly.

“Then grab me by my ear and yank me out to the living room! Demand I hold my ankles and then get the kids and tell them you caught me playing with myself. The very punishment I came down hard on them about! I won’t be a hypocrite!” I said.

“You are serious, aren’t you?” Pat laughed. He asked if I could really hold my ankles. Courtney is incredibly limber from gymnastics and cheerleading. It wouldn’t be easy, and I’d have to bend my knees, but I would do my best. I told him that I was.

He wanted to make sure I hadn’t been drinking or taken any “funny pills” today before he was willing to entertain my offer seriously. He told me to follow him into the living room. It was a let-down compared to being yanked into the living room.

He smiled from ear to ear when I was naked in the living room. “I’ve never seen you naked out of our bedroom before,” he considered me longingly. My heart was beating. Michael had seen me like this and orchestrated this scene. Courtney had no idea what was going to happen.

Pat went upstairs, and Michael pretended to be reluctant but curious. He reminded me of Matthew Broderick In Ferris Bueller’s Day Off the way he pretended to have just woken up from a nap.

Courtney wasn’t interested in coming downstairs. Pat was willing to leave her in her room, but Michael insisted she come see this. “You know, Mom. She’ll probably spank you if you refuse to see whatever it is she wants you downstairs to see,” he said.

“Well, that’s just it,” Pat explained to his kids that I insisted on being spanked for the same things they did. Michael let out a natural belly laugh that sounded genuine. I could hear it all the way downstairs.

I don’t know what Courtney did, but from the look on her face, she was more than happy to see me.

Pat hadn’t told me to grab my ankles, so I was standing there naked like an idiot when they walked downstairs. My nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was completely bald. Courtney instantly noticed. The expression on her face suggested she suspected I was freaky all along. I suppose anyone this obsessed with spanking probably was.

“You even have her paddle! How ironic,” Michael said to his Dad. He was cheerful and supportive. It was helpful because, despite Courtney’s amusement, she was very skeptical that she wanted to witness this. My husband was also reluctant to actually do it.

“Well, Mike, that is your Mom’s idea. She thought you two should watch her take a sip of her own medicine so that you can see that the rules apply to everyone in the house,” Pat gave me the credit for the decision.

Michael nodded with understanding. He was pretending to be supportive and sat down on a chair to watch.