Today I am a successful thirty-year-old businessman. I graduated with honors from the university, I worked a little for the state, then I set up my own company. All that I have, I owe my mom. No, this does not mean that she bought me all this. Quite the opposite - she made me become what I am now. She turned me into a purposeful, persistent, athletic young man from a lazy plump pimply teenager who had every chance of slipping to the bottom. But first things first...

We then lived together, without a father. And accordingly, to me, as not having a solid male hand in the house, much got away with it. Already at 14 I began to appear home with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and at 16 I was often brought by friends. Drives to the police, fights ... And then one day, after another drunkenness, my mother decided to take me seriously.

That morning, I woke up in an unusual position - tied to a stool in the living room. You know, an army like that is wider and taller than a half of the usual kitchen one. In the pantry we stood and it is not clear where it came from. He was very strong and had thick square legs. And these legs were wrapped with wide scotch tape by my arms and legs. And a belt was pressed against the seat. But this is not all - I felt that I was absolutely naked below the belt. So me, dead drunk, someone stripped down from the bottom and tied in this position. Horror! There were no thoughts in my head after yesterday ... and I called

- Maaam!

After some time, Mom entered the room. In her hands was an old soldier's belt.

- Ah, I woke up ... Well, well ... today you will have a fun day!

I did not have time to ask or answer, as she came up, squeezed my neck between my knees and began to smack. From surprise, I couldn’t say anything, but only opened my mouth and began to breathe deeply in time with the blows, trying not to make any noise - for a week our aunt Marina with her eleven-year-old daughter Dasha stayed for a week. It seems today they were going to leave, but in the evening. And it seems that they were in the next room and they heard everything perfectly! The blows became more and more painful - I began to hiss and ask through my teeth:

- Mom, well, stop ... well, do not ... well, I will not be more ...

But she didn’t seem to hear and continued to quit. My ass already hurt in earnest and I began to hunt and moan. But that was only the beginning. After a few dozen strokes, I seemed to be sitting on a hot skillet, but my mother did not even think about stopping - on the contrary, I tried to please three or four times in one place. And here I could not stand it - he began to whine, at first quietly, then louder, then howl and gasp in pain, and then suddenly began to roar like a little and began to loudly ask:

- I will not be more! ... Forgive! ... Mom! ... I will not! ... Forgive! ... Mom ...

Finally she stopped, threw the belt and called for aunt Marina. She entered the room with a camera and began to shoot first my blasted face, then the general plan, then vyporuyu ass. From shame, pain and humiliation, I was silent, or rather I continued to whine - my ass was on fire. Having shot several shots, Aunt Marina called:

- Dasha! Go take a walk on the street a couple of hours ... And I'll call you ...

- Just think, Zhenya with a bare ass, - I heard Dashkin's contemptuous voice, - I need his ass ... I better watch the cartoons! - but after half a minute the door lock clicked. It can be seen Dasha, too, sometimes got it and she did not want to get under the hot hand.

- Well, what a hero ?! - said Aunt Marina, when the door closed behind her daughter. - Now you clear the brains?

After these words, they picked up a stool on the sides and dragged me into the bathroom. And there, albeit with difficulty, they placed me in the bathroom itself.

Mom came out and returned from the kitchen with an enamelled ten-liter bucket, from which she took out a metal mug with rock salt, a new piece of laundry soap and an enema heater, and Aunt Marina made a couple of shots. The heater was hung on the hook for the shower, and my mother opened the tap and slowly began to fill the bucket with warm water, at the same time using both hands, washing the soap in the water. The water quickly turned into a dirty brown, with nasty brown foam. When the bucket was full, my mother turned off the water, poured salt from the mug, once again mixed the water, and with the remaining piece of soap she first washed the enema tip, then my ass between the rolls, and then the anus. Then a mug poured two solutions into a liter heating pad and roughly put the tip in my ass. The hot water bottle hung high enough, and from the pressure of the water it hurt, the stomach began to cut terribly. But mother and aunt Marina did not pay attention to my moans. When the heating pad was empty, she pulled out the tip and I immediately began to shit. I saw a flash and heard the click of a camera. Aunt Marina was looking for a new perspective for a photo, and my mother was washing my shit with a shower. Then the procedure was repeated. Again. And further. The bucket was emptied only from the sixth enema. There is an expression - “bucket enema”. So I have not experienced it myself. The insides were sore from the soap, the anus was pulsing, and it seemed that they turned me inside out.

- Well, asshole! - Mom came from the kitchen and waved a thick rocker for dough. - The third act of marlezonskogo ballet !?

With these words, she put a rocking chair to my hole and began to press and scroll. Booty didn't give in, and I started screaming. Then aunt Marina covered her mouth with her hand, and my mother poured shampoo on the rocking chair. And from the fourth attempt I still stuck it to me. The pain was hellish, but through her I heard the fotik silk. A couple of minutes, pushing it back and forth, I was left in the bathroom with a rocking chair in the ass and turned off the light. I heard Aunt Marina calling Dashka home, then as she hands her a tape with tape and money and orders to send a parcel to their home address.

Then the door opens, Aunt Marina takes my face on her lap and says that if I try to disobey my mother once more, she will print a photo and give it to all my acquaintances.

Before their departure, I stood in a corner in my room. With a bare ass. With the door open. Everyone who went to the bathroom or toilet saw me perfectly. And Dasha too. But the most interesting thing is that after such a brutal execution, after fifteen minutes standing in the corner, I got a dick! Scraps of thoughts ran through my head in a swarm, and each of them lifted him like a jack. Me! Swelling. Fifteen years old! Rise up. Whisked out! Top position On bare ass! The head is shown. When strangers! Tightens the skin. Otklmili! Peel slides under the head. Fucked rocking! The head is poured and woody. And in a corner without panties set! The member stands and slightly vibrates. If you don’t jerk off now ... But then I heard the footsteps and my mother and aunt Marina entered the room, discussing something lively.

- Come on, turn around! - Mom commanded, and I slowly turned to face them.

- BUT! What did I tell you! - said aunt Marina, pointing to my pisyun. - It is necessary to milk! And then the jerk will be - dick curve will be.

- I'll jerk him off! - mother frowned, - So I masturbate that today's whipping with a light massage will seem. Do you understand!?

“Yes, mom,” I replied, and lowered my head.

- Okay, say goodbye to aunt Marina, and I will hold them and take care of you!

After the door slammed behind the guests, my mother gave me a good jerk. And then she put the exhausted into bed and kissed me for a long time, saying that it was all for my own good and that she only wanted good for me.

That's how I became the most obedient son. Naturally, trouble happened, and mom punished me for them. How small. And in the ass, and in the ass. And I did not dare to resist - because the film. But also encouraged, if I was a good girl - milking. In the end, this was our attitude into the system, in accordance with which I had to keep a diary, plan things, and then report back to them.Moreover, he himself analyzes his mistakes and assigns himself a punishment. And my mother could strengthen it, if she did not agree with me. And on Saturday, "debriefing."

And here I am almost a thirty-year-old man ...