A Teachable Moment

I always feel self conscious about these incest stories. I am so grateful not to have been victimized or in whatever capacity, been involved in an incestuous relationship. As an abstraction, using fictional family members, it can be so hot because it's just so bad.

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I might extend this if it is well received.

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I have no editor. There will be mistakes.

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This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work. Further, it is a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.

The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Some young people will begin to "date" around 160 years of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

***

He should not have been so demonstrably short with Tina. "Not now, Tina!"

Okay, I could have done without saying that.

Admittedly, the words carried a bit of edge. He had at least a few reasons not to have directed his curt, impatience at his neighbor, not the least of which was that he actually liked Tina.

He had a bad day and she did need to back off... even if she did not really do anything wrong

He was in a mood and she was a girl.

It would pay to be careful. When he was close to home, when he was near his mother, it was never the time to be at all rude, especially to a woman or young lady. It was inconsequential but Tim knew he had to be a bit more vigilant.

Passing through the side door, "Timothy, please come here." Mother's deep, resonant voice gripped him.

Oh fuck, she's home! I thought...

Instantly he straightened his spine. He was home and when at home, things were different.

For two beats, he froze. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He was not the most self aware young man and was not mindful of the little things he did to compose himself before attending to his mother's summons. Sometimes objectivity made things harder. His hair was acceptable and his shirt was tucked. He relaxed his facial expression so as to appear "pleasant," which Mother would prefer. These efforts were not a big deal as he assured himself that everybody would prefer pleasant.

There were no unresolved issues so there was nothing he would need to account for.

Check down: good.

Though a reasonable woman, Mother did not like to be kept waiting. Probably she heard him come in and just wanted his help with something. He just realized his breath caught once more. With a deep exhale he made for the living room trying desperately to self regulate.

As he entered, "There you are," Amanda smiled at seeing her little man return home. "How's my boy?" She was seated and looking as pretty as ever.

"I'm... I'm well, Mother."

With a quizzical tone, "Well certainly something must be askance?" She smiled playfully.

This was not good. Was there a problem?

"No... nothing." There was hesitance and question in his tone. He wondered if he was responsible for some resolved issue. With the question, he felt emotionally defensive. He was not yet aware that he was just beginning to swell.

Amanda loved reading his expressions as he navigated her expectations. She loved triggering his erections.

"I am your mother and it is my duty, as such, to inquire. Should you not be yourself, I'd want to know." She continued to shine pleasure.

*

Amanda was pleased. This was normal. She lived a great life.

Amanda had Timothy in her late 1,700s. She'd not begun showing her biological age as yet, but that did not matter to her. Amanda looked great and she knew she'd enjoy her looks until her last breath. She knew she had another 30 to 50 great years ahead of her.

She was 6' and in peak shape. She lifted and had the body type that held muscle. She was not a body builder, by any means, but she was strong. It was her face and her smile that brought her a warm welcome. She had a wide brow and wide cheek bones along with indistinct, nordic beauty. No one feature stood out but it all worked together quite effectively.

Amanda was retired and enjoyed retirement to the fullest. Each day she worked out, played tennis up at the club, spent time with friends and worked in her yard and garden. In California, the weather was lovely year round.

Too, she dedicated herself to raising Timothy and with him present, she was certain that her remaining decades would be as she preferred.

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"Oh, um, well... no, Mother, I'm fine." For a beat, he pressed his mouth together into an approximation of a smile to demonstrate that he was in fact, fine.

See? Happy.

"Because I could understand, if say you should be experiencing duress of some sort, how you might lose site of your better self."

Oh fuck!

*

Tina did not know why, but she always felt a little breathless whenever she saw her neighbor. Tina kind of liked that Ms. Conner wore old timey but really stylish and pretty dresses. It made her different, independent. Her height alone made her a bit formidable, but then she'd add light to a summer day with her warm smile. Too, she was old. This always brought with it, great respect.

They'd been neighbors since Tina was born and Tina was 120 something. Ms. Conner was always so warm and engaging. Ms. Conner babysat Tina many times over the years and Tina found that the older woman always just got it. She understood Tina even when Mom didn't. They did not spend nearly enough time together, but whenever they did talk, Tina knew she had the attention of the most insightful confidant she'd likely ever meet and she listened intently to whatever wisdom Ms. Conner chose to share.

"Hi Tina," she greeted warmly as she approached her pretty, young neighbor.

Smiling in response, "Hi, Ms. Conner."

"Now Tina," she lowered her chin with a mild, and warm reproach, "I've told you before, you can call me Amanda."

"I'm sorry, Ms... I mean Amanda. Habit."

"You are always so respectful, young lady. Your mother did such a good job raising you the right way."

Tina beamed with pride as the praise meant a lot to the girl.

"I'm not so sure I did quite as good a job with my little boy, Timmy."

Tim was 180 something, so it was odd to hear anyone refer to him as a "little boy."

"He was not so respectful to you, I'm afraid, now was he?"

She reflected on Tim's earlier dismissal. "It's alright, Ms... I mean Amanda." Smiling once more, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," she laughed. "I'm going to have to work at this." Tina was an emotional girl and she showed all of it in her expression. Turning back to Tim's comment, she looked mildly hurt, "It wasn't a big deal." As a girl, she'd put up with a lot from boys throughout her 120 something years.

"Well I heard it and I can tell you right now that I did not appreciate it."

Instantly she felt that connection with her older neighbor. Tina always felt validated by Ms. Conner and since she held the woman in such high regard, she could not imagine any girl in her position not listening keenly to what the woman had to say. The validation was being handed down, but to Tina, it never felt condescending because she felt like Ms. Conner really understood her and she felt respected by the older lady.

"I've heard far worse."

Over the years, Ms. Conner had helped guide her through some of her more traumatic social challenges.

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"If I share something with you, can you promise me you can keep a secret? I'd like to count on your discretion, Tina."

Tina loved secrets but she especially loved the idea of sharing one of Ms. Conner's secrets.

She trusts me.

This would remain forever a cherished realization.

She admired Ms. Conner and loved the idea that she could be brought into her world if only a little. Earnestly, "Of course I promise, Amanda." Instantly, with the conspiracy and the first name basis, Tina felt like she'd been invited into the adult world. She knew it, whatever it was, was just a fleeting peek, but that did not matter as she wanted that for herself."

"I'm displeased with Timothy. I don't like the way he spoke to you. It was disrespectful."

This was weird to Tina. While she did not appreciate his tone of voice, she was not raised to expect respect from men or boys. She actually liked Tim. She'd taken much worse from other boys. Tim had only been mildly off-putting on a few occasions and later had even apologized for what he'd said to her. No other boy had done that. He'd certainly never done or said anything to Tina that changed the way she felt about him. She did not have to like any of it, but it was the life of a girl.

"It's okay, Ms... I mean Amanda. It was not a big deal."

"I'm sorry to correct you Tina, in my house it is a big deal." Amanda smiled at the pretty girl. "My little Timmy will show proper respect to you, And you know what? You deserve it, young lady. Your mother showed me your grades, you regularly attend service, you are a marvelous athlete, you are always engaging and everybody likes you for a reason. And for what it's worth, you are an extremely pretty, fresh face." She sold the truth with a smile of real appreciation.

Instantly, Tina felt bolstered by the confidence Amanda had in her. She felt herself on higher ground.

With an excited smile, Tina looked at the older women, squarely. Where was this going?

"Thank you, Amanda."

The girl's smile, complete with dimples, really was dazzling.

Returning a bright smile of her own, "I'm about to go back into the house and spank Timmy for his poor behavior. I'd like you to watch. Would you like that?"

Tina looked absolutely adorable when her eyes went large and her jaw dropped. In one long, out of breath and completely unconsidered reaction, "Yesssssss!"

Smiling she cupped Tina's cheek, "You are lovely."

Tina almost melted.

The women admired one another while appreciating their sense of togetherness.

"I'll tell you what, in about 10 minutes..."

*

As he sat on his bed, Timothy fretted.

He heard her enter the house.

She was walking about.

There was quiet.

Timothy was overcome with nervous energy, an anxious anticipation. His mother was going to spank him. Now? Just before dinner so he'd have to sit across from her on a red bottom? Just before bedtime? He sure did not want a spanking but neither did he appreciate having to wait for it.

Her sonorous voice cut the silence, "Timothy?" It was a summons. It was begun.

Typically, she meted out discipline in her room, his room or the living room. Also typicaly, she enjoyed doing so before a mirror as she liked the two of them to watch it all in order to fully honor the ceremony. Amanda wanted it to be a full sensory experience to help her son "reach his potential." Too, she became all the more... satisfied when watching the show herself.

Mother was refined and arranged a mirror in the living room, a space not typically adorned with mirrors but managed to do so tastefully. On this occasion, she did not positioned her chair for him to watch.

The only good thing about a punishment spanking was getting to watch his mother in the mirror as she spanked him. She was a very attractive woman. They had an unspoken, unacknowledged agreement: Amanda was her prettiest while spanking little Timmy.

She sat in the straight back, wooden spanking chair, she'd taken from the corner.

In a sort of daze, he approached his mother who smiled at his fearful compliance. Mother spanked at different times, for different reasons, but all of it was deeply ceremonial and knew his role.

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Did she want to see this? With no thought at all, she offered eager agreement. It was just so weird! Yet like Tim, she was drawn.

"I'd like you to watch."

Me.

She was a little giddy.

It was all so strange and unexpected and Tina sought to catch up to it all. Certainly a spanking was to be private as it was such a personal moment but just as personal was the invitation to watch. Why she was so excited to watch Tim get a spanking was not clear to her, but she was deeply touched the by the sense of inclusion that Amanda extended to her. She so looked up to the older woman, she'd entertained fleeting daydreams about the two being actual friends.

For as long as she could remember, she'd had a crush on Tim. It was a entirely appropriate and purely innocent crush, of course. Tina was, after all, only 120 something and on her blockers. Tim was dreamy to look at and usually he was nice to her. Tina always felt like he went a little bit out of his way to be nice to her and it made her feel special, especially since he was so much older than her.

The girl did not appreciate how he'd recently spoken to her, not one little bit, but it was not as though there was an acceptable recourse or response. He was a guy. She had rolled her eyes and buried her little hurt the way she'd been taught, the way all girls did when guys reminded girls how the world worked.

She spanks him!

In contrast, this did not seem to be how the world worked.

Spanks him?

In the minutes which passed since her eventful conversation with Amanda, these words consumed, and filled her with excitement and disbelief. Of course Ms. Conner spanked him, why else would she be invited to watch? Perhaps it was not quite disbelief, but shock.

There had begun a new wave of women's liberation with the publication of the Lanza books everybody was talking about, but it was not as though it ushered in a new age of genuine equality. Despite all that, Ms. Conner's disclosure seemed surreal to Tina.

Now standing outside the Conner's living room window, she discovered a sort of nervous energy as she felt like an intruder on her neighbor's privacy.

I was invited.

,,, she self affirmed.

Too, from the street, she was mostly obscured.

*

Tim stood with his back to Tina, facing his mother who sat before him. Even though she was positioned lower than Tim and while smiling, Tina was struck once more by Ms. Conner's embodiment of confident authority. Her expression spoke of happiness and even warmth, yet it did nothing to diminish her embodiment of authentic authority.

Tina could only admire the older woman. She wondered if it was because of Ms. Conner's age.

Amanda caught Tina's eye. A tacit message passed between them: Here we go.

"Now Timothy, why don't we discuss how, just before coming in the house, you spoke to Tina."

The window was open by several inches and Tina could hear everything and with this utterance, she felt a tingle run her spine.

*

"Before we do that, let us get these trousers down where they belong."

He remained passive as was expected while his mother went about unfastening his pants and lowering them to his knees.

Tina's mouth went reflexively to cover her gaping mouth.

There were two points prior to a spanking that most crystalized Timmy's sense of powerlessness. This was one of them. Mother always took her time while doing this and sometimes paused in the very middle of it in order to say something to him. This was when he was acutely aware that he was still mommy's little boy.

As she slowly lowered his pants and underwear to his knees, Amanda shared her pleasure, "There, there now, that's better," she said as though his situation put her in a better mood.

The amazement remained painted all over the pretty, young girl's face. She realized she was so far away from any experience she could ever imagine and had to forgive herself for not imagining this spanking would happen on the bare. She'd never seen a naked man before. She reminded herself that he was not technically a man quite yet, but by 180 something most boys expected a "reasonable" degree of deference. This was outrageous.

In this moment, so many things shifted for Tina. She then knew Tim as he knew himself.

He's a boy. He's just a boy. All these years... and still just a boy! A little!

A "little" was what they called children below the age of 18, not even legal adults.

Tina saw him as a very young child. Within a culture that idolized age, the realization of his hidden self was monumental to the girl.

A little!

She was fascinated by possibility.

Oh boy!

She laughed to herself at the unintentional pun.

She'd never consciously objectified the male form yet found herself captivated by his exposure.

Just then, Tina felt a bolt of lightening travel her spine as she imagined herself in his position. She'd never allow herself to be spanked by anyone, but the empathy allowed her to consider where Tim's mind was at that moment.

Oh my GOD! So humiliating!

Tina continued to doubt what she was seeing with her own eyes. Without any further consideration and only later would she know why, she saw this as good. There was too, a subtly rising tide of aggression within the girl. The aggression emerged from a deep recess within her with such stealth that she was not actually aware of it, yet she looked ever forward to what happened next. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a fierce smile. She no longer cared how weird this was because it was all very good.

Different does not mean bad. He's gonna get it! Can't wait!

*

"And there's my little Timmy!" Amanda said happily while seeming to look straight ahead at the boy's naked midsection.

In Tina's peripheral vision, she caught movement off to the side of this amazing and captivating spectacle. So riveted was she by events, she was almost, but not quite able to ignore the visual intrusion. Scanning to one side, she saw Tim in the mirror, off center, from the front.

An ERECTION! OH MY GOD! Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!

She knew almost nothing about sex but she did know what an erection was and why men got them. She'd been warned by her mother.

Many questions raced through her head, but she pushed them aside in order to remain mindfully present.

Tina was breathless. This was more than a spanking for a naughty boy. This changed everything.

*

Timmy was in trouble but Amanda was in a fine mood. Amanda was in a great mood and let it show. Love and guidance were the essence of motherhood! As ever, when Amanda was to spank a boy, she was awash in pleasure. Of course there were instances of annoyance when she felt the call to spank her boy, but it always turned her on. Nothing on earth turned her on like flexing her power over a man. Nothing turned her on as much as using a spanking to show a man that he was nothing but a little boy to her. Spanking made Amanda burn.

As was always the case when she spanked her boy, he'd become erect for her. She'd trained his mind and body well and he never disappointed her. Every time, his desire for her and his fear of her tickled her every nerve ending and she revealed all her pleasure with smiles and the projections of loving warmth. She felt no need to hide just how happy she was to put him in his place beneath her.

Tina watched as Amanda used thumb and forefinger to sort of prong his erection and waggle it a little bit from side to side as she spoke to him. It looked so rigid. Big eyes and as though speaking to a three year old, "Is little Timmy all excited because Mommy is going to give him a spanking?" Her smile expressed an honest and pure sadistic pleasure which spoke not only to her captive son, but to Tina as well.

Tina was all the more perplexed as it was understood that a man's cock was at least part of what made him so powerful.

Sexualized, emotional sadism, expressed so easily and so naturally by Amanda, was captivating and beautiful to the young voyeur. Tina was entranced by the inherent grace and elegance of Amanda's expression of emotional sadism. It began an internal shift; something at a base level was altering for the young lady. Specifically with men, she was seeing a new way forward. Instantly, Tina saw the power Amanda enjoyed while shaming her son so completely. It was not just power Amanda enjoyed, it was pleasure too. She knew Amanda wanted her to see how good this could feel and Tina knew intuitively and with certainty that that kind of intimate, loving power had to feel wonderful.

Beyond wonderful! Want it!

She was utterly belittling him...

... But in such a loving way! So loving!

The humiliation Amanda caused him and the consequent shame Tina knew he was feeling, struck the girl as perhaps the prettiest thing she'd ever seen in her life. She was shaming him in a way that felt to Tina like psychic or spiritual branding. Intuitively, Tina knew that by provoking his sexual response while shaming him for it, Amanda, this incredible woman, was branding her mark on his soul.

So pretty! Oh my god, it's dreamy!

Tina began to experience weird sensations. She was short of breath. She felt hot and wondered just then if she might be getting sick. Not sick. She did not feel bad at all. No, she actually felt good. Perhaps it was all the energy coursing through her body?

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

He sounded little and it made sense to the girl.

He is about to be spanked, after all.

It was hard not to be consumed by all the shock of what she was seeing but willed herself to put that aside so she would miss nothing. Not until later would she feel herself absolutely shaken by what she'd earlier that day witnessed. The importance of it all was enormous.

"Now let's talk for a moment before you go over Mommy's knee."

Tina detected several quick nods of acceptance.

"Timmy, what makes you think it's appropriate to speak to our lovely neighbor girl, Tina with such disrespect?"

Tina was then really glad this was about her. She felt closer to it, almost like she was a part of it.

"I don't know, Mommy."

Calls her Mommy! Oh my god, so cute! SO CUTE!

Tina reminded herself that all he really did was abruptly tell her he would not speak to her just then.

But yeah, it was disrespect. Maybe should not have done that, little Timmy! Someone's gonna get it!

Tina almost laughed aloud, but just held it in. She relished the vision of a man backing down to a woman.

It's better this way! SO MUCH BETTER!

"You know what? I believe you," she said with understanding. "Littles, the youngest children, often don't know why they do what they do. It is part of what makes them Little." She smiled brightly.

"But you know better. And haven't you had an innocent crush on that girl for... I don't know, it seems like forever? Yes?"

Tina braced for what Amanda just framed. Since mothers knew of such things, she allowed herself to feel the warmth of anticipation and to do so with an understanding that he did in fact have a crush on her. The second of anticipation was enjoyed immensely as it was about to be confirmed that the older guy she had always dreamed of being with, liked her.

"Yes, Mommy."

This utterance as taken as a complete triumph to Tina.

That fast, Tina felt entitled to him. It was an insane idea, but just then she was consumed with brand new thoughts and feelings. Just then, her eyes were open to a fascinating adult world. Like Amanda, Tina wanted to brand the boy.

Society taught her that girls were to be selected by men and when that day came, they were to be grateful. This was different. This became yet another thing she'd have to look at later.

"You have a crush on that girl but completely disrespected her."

Yeah, he sure wished he'd not done that. Bad move. Dumb on a few levels.

"And for that," she beamed her smile, "my little boy has earned himself a spanking. I hope you are proud of yourself," she said with a knowing, sly smile, "because you have earned yourself a hot bottom. What time is it, Little One?"

Tim knew well what time it was and just then, he felt like this was the worst part. The expectation and the anticipation was the worst part. Yet as soon as these words came out of his mouth, it all changed. Timidly, beseechingly, "Mommy, will you please spank my bottom for me? I've been a naughty boy and I need you to correct me. Please, Mommy? Please spank my bottom for me? Pretty please, Mommy." He was unaware that as he begged her for the spanking, his hands rubbed up and down his hips, unaware but naturally drawing attention to his sexual desire.

For Tim, the bitch about asking nicely for a spanking, even a punishment spanking, was that when he was actually doing it, as the expected words came out of his mouth, he felt utterly impotent but completely sexual. In his mind, as he uttered these damning words, he felt like, and hoped Mommy saw him as a hot, little sexy-boy, sex toy, offered to his mother to use for her pleasure. He knew how much she enjoyed spanking him. When he said these words, he knew Her pleasure was his pleasure.

Tina's mouth practically came unhinged.

He's actually begging for it! Begging! Begging for a spanking! From his "Mommy!"

Each time he did this, he felt like he surrendered a little more of his soul to his mother. Each time he did it, he lost a little more of his autonomy, of himself. What made it so much more terrible was that for reasons he would never understand, it made his cock harder. A part of him wanted to be Mommy's little soldier.

In a state of extraordinary fascination, Tina focused myopically in the mirror image of Amanda's fingertips gently pronging her son's big, hard penis, while drinking in the chastisement drenched in the older woman's overt pleasure. Tina appreciated how loving it all was.

It's... pretty!

Tina realized it was Amanda who made it so pretty. She was basting her son with her motherly warmth and love. Amanda brought so much affection to this but not until later would Tina understand that it was Amanda's warmth and affection that made this odd situation so appealing to the girl.

So pretty! And so loving!

"Of course, darling boy. Over Mommy's knee. It's time for little Timmy's spanking."

Obediently bending over his mother's knee while exposed and hard was the other pre-spanking ritual that made him feel so powerless.

Oh my god: little Timmy!

This was a beautiful term of endearment. Again, she just barely contained her laughter.

Tina watched as Tim, or Little Timmy, bent over Mommy's left knee. Once in position, Amanda placed her other leg over the back of her son's legs, up near the knee. Perhaps an odd thing to do, but to Tina it looked nice and thought it might feel nice for Amanda. Intuitively, Tina appreciated how intimate it all was.

They're so close to one another.

It became crystal clear in the girl's mind: this was what love looked like! Tina just barely suppressed an adoring sigh and she felt it was all playing on her heartstrings.

Intimacy was the theme that would remain with the girl who was now aspiring to womanhood with an eagerness not previously known to her. To Tina, it was an unimaginable vision of intimate beauty. Not until later would she understand that the beauty of it all came not just from the intimately intwined physical connection between the two. It was beautiful because of the man's surrender. It was beautiful because Amanda owned all the power. This was an intimacy unknown to the girl. It was intimacy forged by the undeniable will of a strong, confident woman.

Once again, the girl felt a sense of envy surging from within and had to set it aside. She was determined not to miss a thing.

Tina realized that Amanda had picked up a wooden hairbrush.

Spank.......... Spank........ Spank.......... Spank

Allowing himself to be undressed was the worst part, until he had to endure the scolding. Then begging for it was the worst part until the next blows landed and then that would be the worst part. Each phase of a spanking, from the initial talking to, to being undressed, to his open and desperate desire for his mother, to begging for it, and at last to the actual spanking was the worst part. Each phase of the ceremony was the worst part until the next phase began.

Oh, that must sting!

Again with warmth and love, "Timmy's been a very bad boy."

Spank.. Spank.. Spank.. Spank

His whimper made Tina's eyes pulse large.

"Yes, Mommy!"

Again, Tina and Amanda locked eyes. Yes, Tina was seeing all of it. Yes, Tina "got" it, or at least was getting it. Both women enjoyed the tacit connection.

She'd never in her life, seen a man like this. She knew that some men spanked their wives and Tina prayed to God she did not wind up with a man like that! Yet men were not to be spanked. While he was not yet technically a man, in some ways it seemed more shocking that a young man in his 180s was subject to this as so many at this age became desperate for the respect of manhood such that they strutted about projecting hyper-masculinity, trying to impress everybody that they deserved to be viewed as men. Over compensation by boys was an obnoxious occurrence girls had to endure.

Her admiration for Amanda felt limitless.

She's doing this to him! Spanking him! Like a little boy!

Spank................... Spank.. Spank....... Spank.... Spank.... Spank

His whimpers enchanted the girl.

With the staccato sound of the spanking, Tim's whimpers, Amanda's warmth of tone as she shamed Tim in the most loving way, the visual aspect of it all, the magnitude of raw power inherent to this strange and beautiful experience was changing the girl. Tina realized the shortness of breath and the sense of heat was not the onset of a cold; she was experiencing sexual desire for the first time in her life.

Tina became upset by a sense of guilt...

But I'm on my blockers!

So distracted was she, that she missed a bit of the loving back and forth between mother and son. She missed a little bit of the spanking and Amanda's entrancing scolding. Again, she compartmentalized the intruding guilt, determined to remain present.

Focus, Tina!

... Spank... Spank........... SpankSpankSpankSpankSpankSpankSpank...

She realized it was so wonderfully delightful to her, it was easy to redirect her full focus on the loving spanking which played out before her.

Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank

Goodness, how she loves that boy of hers!

Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank...

The spanking did not begin with the first volley. Those spanks merely heralded the agony that was about to rain down on his little boy bottom. It was what came after the first four, what they were now into, that held the boy's attention. It was during the next salvo and all that followed, that it simply had to stop! It was spank 5 and beyond which proved so therapeutic to the Timmothy. At this point, he understood, really, deeply and profoundly understood powerlessness. What she was doing had to STOP! It had to. It never did. Spank. Spank. Spank... There was no ending. Spank... Spank.... Spank... There was only more and more and more. Spank... Spank... Nothing in his world helped him live in the moment like a spanking. With a spanking, it was only ever right now, the moment without end. It was so traumatic that when enduring it all, he was trapped in a lifetime of never ending pain, acute powerlessness and humiliation. The spanking was terrible, but it was a combination of the guilt for what he'd done, the shame of his perverted sexual desire, which only grew more intense with the spanking, and above all, his acute sense of frustrated powerlessness which always prompted tears.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, the tears came. The tears became part of the show when he was answering all the humiliating questions, aknowleding that he understood Mother's expectation or while begging her to stop.

"Please, please Mommy, it hurts!" he squealed.

Like a cute, little piglet! Naughty, little piggy!

Just the way he said it made Tina want Amanda to spank him more. His vulnerability stoked some until then, unknown predatory nature within the girl.

Spank him! Please keep spanking him!

Amanda laughed her delight. "Why I know that, Mr. Silly-head," she said so sweetly. Spank... Spank "It's supposed to hurt. Spank. Spank. Spank But don't forget, you asked for it." Spank... Spank Gently chuckling, "Mommy's little boy begged for it."

Yeah, but I had to!

Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank... Spank

This was the frustration, this was what caused the tears. He felt so fundamentally lost as a person just then.

Tina noticed that Amanda could certainly have spanked harder. Of course it hurt him.

In a good way.

... she self affirmed. She saw the burn came from the rapidity and shear volume of spanks.

She did this to him! Yet a part of him did want it.

"Mommy's just giving little boy what he needs so badly. Don't you worry, sweet boy, Mommy will make you a good boy again. We will always be here for you."

Spank................... Spank.. Spank....... Spank.... Spank.... Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank

As was often the case when Timmy began crying that Amanda enjoyed her first orgasm.

*

Some little tell caused Tina to then focus on Amanda. She discovered that Amanda was looking right at her and the two locked eyes. Amanda's pretty face seemed strangely but not unpleasantly, distorted. She'd lost her smile but her mouth opened a bit and her head tilted back. She did not understand that she was watching Amanda while the loving mother was in the throes of an orgasm, but that was only because she did not know what an orgasm was.

It was a sex thing! Something was happening with Amanda and Tina knew intuitively that it was a sex thing. It was at that moment that Tina realized she was self stimulating. Unconsciously, her fingers began gently rubbing over her pubic bone, feeling for her clit through her shorts.

*

Amanda put down the hairbrush and began spanking gently with her hand.

Every little thing about the the experience struck Tina as fundamentally loving, despite its strangeness. Yet now, with Amanda's gentle spanks matching her teasing kindergarten teacher tone of voice, it became a different expression of loving affection.

She watched as the mother soothed her boy by rubbing his bottom between gentle hand spanks. "There, there now, little boy. That's right, cry out all your pretty, little tears. Cry for Mommy."

So caring!

She listened as Amanda reasured her son. "That's my boy. You took your spanking like my good boy."

The spanking went on for a few more minutes. Tina could have watched as the sun set and rose again.

Tina was amazed by a an expression of love that she could only want for herself.

The girl watched as Amanda placed her hand over Tim's mouth and nose while spanking him with her other hand. Was she holding a bit of cloth to his face?

The boy craned his neck. Something was happening! He began to almost spasm. The spanks did not seem nearly hard enough to cause such thrashing. It did coincide with Amanda's hand going over her boy's face and made Tina wonder.

*

Amanda stopped spanking and rubbed her boy's rosy bottom in the most loving, soothing way as Tim recovered from his trauma. He continued to cry as he sought to catch his breath and calm down. At last it was over.

In a calming tone as she rubbed gentle circles on his red bottom, "There, there now, little boy. Good. You took Mommy's spanking so well. Good little boy. That's Mommy's little-one. Always be good for Mommy. Mommy's good, obedient little boy."

He felt every bit the good boy once more.

They're so close!

To Tina, this was the purest love. Her sense of love fueled by first ever sexual heat, presented a vision of love that blew past any imagined perfect love she'd ever conjured while laying in bed and imagining what perfect love might look like. She saw this as true fairy tail love that she felt with her whole body.

Again, the girl felt envy. She wanted to be just like Ms. Conner. She also wanted what Ms. Conner had.

*

At his mother's signaling, he crawled off her lap and knelt before her. He then took up a hand towel that had been sitting next to the chair and began wiping what Tina just then saw as some sort of viscus, creamy liquid that was all over the inside of Amanda's left knee and which was now running down the inside of her calf.

She remembered her mother's lesson about boys, erections and how to protect herself. The stuff all over Tina's leg was "seed." It was what boys made.

There's so much!

She saw in the mirror that the boy's penis contined to suggest it was swollen but it was starting to go down.

Tina's eyes were drawn to watch how this concluded. She imagined that since the spanking was over... or she suspected it was over, this might wrap up.

Mother, that pretty nordic wonder-woman, held her boys face in her hands. She drew him up to his tallest, kneeling position. She brought his face to hers and she kissed him. Tina saw fire.

It was with her lips. Tina knew about the open mouth kiss, but this was not that. Yet the kiss was more fire than the biblical Inferno. It was just as hot as one of this French kisses.

Tina almost collapsed. She was so consumed with passion and a very real degree of hurt. She wanted this all so badly, she knew hurt.

In the mirror, she watched the boy come back to full erection.