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Robertson Russell spoke harshly in the phone. "Damn it, Giles, I want theTunstall contract on my desk ASAP!" There was a frightened murmur of assenton the other end of the phone, and then a question. "No, I won't be there.I'm staying home to look after my mother. I expect you to be able to handlethis contract. Thanks. Goodbye." Hanging up on his menial, Robertson Russellwent to change out of his Armani suit before bringing his mother her tea.

Bobbie knocked on his beloved Mummie's door. As he knocked, his BadThing grew stiff against the cruel metal case that Mummie insisted thathe wear to lock the Bad Thing between his legs when he was not with her.Mummie is very strict with me, he thought. Even though I'm over twenty-onenow, she doesn't want me corrupted by nasty young women. And they could playwith my bad, nasty thing, because I'm weak.

"Evil Sluts are not for my boy, and they will never touch his Bad Thing." isMummie's philosophy, and if Bobbie argued he could get a enema to keep histemper straight. Bobbie was still HER little boy. "A little sissy boy,maybe, but mine." She was wont to tell Bobbie.

"Come in, darling, Mummie's precious voice floated out from behind thedoor, and Bobbie came in, carrying his valuable package. "Sweet child,how are you, I've missed you this afternoon." Bobbie's Mummie turned tosmile at him, and Bobbie could see her golden locks tied into the stern bunat the back of her head, Mummie's heavy breasts pushing through the thin dressinggown. Bobbie's Bad Thing trembled in its cruel prison again. "Mummiehad to polish all her finger and toenails tonight without her baby boy's help,and that made your Mummie so sad."

Bobbie hung his head in shame, but Mummie was forgiving. This was good, becauseMummie often made the punishment fit the crime, and she might have put nailpolish on Bobbie's nails and then made him walk by the men playing stickballin the park...Mummie could be nasty at times!

 "How is my little man." Bobbie shuffled to his Mummie inthe tight navy short pants and high socks she made him wear around the houseand his beloved Mummie pulled him to her scented neck and gave him a deep hug,the embrace pulling his face into her considederable cleavage, and his eyeswere dazzled seeing the high breasts up close. Oh, his Bad Thing was gettingswollen, pushing against the metal of the evil case also known as a ChastityTube.

Mummie felt that this kept Bobbie from having impure thoughts and nasty wetdreams...but it was quite painful for poor Bobbie, both at home, and when hewas out among the pretty girls, secretaries in his office, college girls onthe bus (For Mummie would never let Bobbie do anything so masculine as drivea car) Whenever the pretty girls flirted with Bobbie, he would flinch in pain,because his Bad Thing would attempt, futilely, to expand against the nastyChastity Tube...Once a girl had kissed Bobbie on the cheek, and he had nearlykeeled over!

Bobbie breathed deeply, but felt terribly guilty…he forgot himselfand kissed Mommie's cleavage! Her breast was so soft to his lips. Bobbieso wanted to touch his Bad Thing now.Mommie waited a moment or so while Bobbiekissed her breast again and again. SLAP! Shame on you, you bad boy!!" Mommietook Bobbie's scalp in her hand and pulled it away from her breasts. "Youare a filthy, disgusting boy." Shame came over Bobbie's face, and torrentsof tears ran down his crimson face.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommie." Mommie looked very disappointed, and herblack eyes snapped as she stared at her perverted son. "What a bad boyyou are! What a disappointment you would be to your late father." Bobbie'slower lip trembled, but he forced his head up, and he tried hard not to lookinto Mummie's chest any more. This was difficult, as Mummie was toying withher diamond pendant, a present from Bobbie for her birthday. Her long nails,which had tormented his Bad Thing earlier when she'd given him a bath werequite alluring against her full cleavage.

"With your bad lustful attitude, I don't know how I can allow you tobrush my hair." Mummie said angrily. "I may just have to keep itin its bun tonight." Bobbie's tears began falling freely again...thiswas their night! The one night when Mummie took her hair out of its cruel bun,and he got to brush it. "But look, Mummie, I had your brush re-furbished" Bobbiesaid, pulling the Ivory Ladie's Hairbrush that she'd inherited from her ownmother out. "I had the old bristles that were loose replaced with newnylon bristles. They stitched in fresh filaments, and the wooden insert thatthe brush was filled in was warped after all these years, and deteroirating,and the workman forged a new insert for your brush. Please, Mummie, can I brushyour hair, darling?"

Finally Mummie's stern look disappeared, and she smiled at her hopeful son. "Iam so proud of my boy, what a nice thing to do for your grandmother's antiquehairbrush." she said. "I'm going to give you your treat, tongiht,darling." With that, Mummie pulled the comb out of the back of her hair,releasing the long golden tendrils around her shoulders. Bending over as shedid it, Bobbie got to see her lovely chest again, and he bent over to lookmore closely.

Mummie seemed not to notice Bobbie's staring as she pulled the hair completelyout of the bun. Bobbie was absolutely obsessed with the twin images of Mummie'shair, dropping on her shoulders like a golden waterfall, and the tumbling ofher full breasts as she bent over. Had Bobbie seen a flash of nipple? He wondered.

Bobbie was so mesmerized. But, all of a sudden, Mummie looked up, and therewas her boy again, staring into her chest. SLAP! Bobbie's head bounced againsthis shoulders as Mummie's long burgundy nails raked his face. "You area filthy little pervert. What would your dear father say?" Mummie saidwith gritted teeth. "I've a good mind to deny you your treat tonight."

Despite the pain to Bobbie's jaw, his Bad Thing was even harder, pushingagainst the little case as Bobbie gasped. Mummie had ordered him a very narrowlittle case, and it didn't permit swellings in Bobbie's Bad Thing. "Ifyou keep your mind on the Bible, and on heavenly things...and take a few coldshowers a day, your Bad Thing won't hurt at all." Mummie would say. Buthis Bad Thing was now making his entire hips tremble, and Bobbie inadvertentlytouched himself. "So that's it!" Mummie snarled. "It's yourBad Thing that's getting you into all this trouble."

Suddenly Mummie's tone softened. "But darling, if it hurts, here's thekey, unlock it, and promise me you'll think of Godly things and not sick ones...remember,keep custody of your eyes, and don't focus them on things you shouldn't darling." Bobbiewas always puzzled by the way Mummie's moods changed, but he was quite happyto run to the bathroom and take off the nasty cock tube that had been lockedon him for some time, since the bath earlier. Mummie had been thoroughly scrubbingBobbie, he'd been naked in the tub, even though he was a big boy now, and reallyshould be washing himself, and Mummie was wearing a tight sweater that madeher resemble the actress Jane Russell.

Mummie had given Bobbie's Bad Thing a thorough washing in the bath tub earlier,because it had gotten so filthy in the little tube...She'd gotten hot in thebathroom and had taken off her tight sweater, and Bobbie had watched Mummie'sbreasts jiggle and bounce in her frilly black brasseire as she'd scrubbed andsoaped his swollen Bad Thing. At one point, Mummie had made Bobbie stand upin the tub so she could shave off the naughty hair that kept growing aroundBobbie's crotch. "But Mummie..." Bobbie kept protesting. "I'ma grown man now...I'm supposed to have hair down there." and Mummie keptinsisting in a sweet voice as her Gillette razor cut the little curlies "Darling,you are forever a little sissy-boy...and curly-man hair isn't right down therefor you."

Finally, when Bobbie's crotch was bald, and Mummie had powdered it a bitwith some white stuff, and then rubbed it with Ben Gay, she'd put him backin the tub to scrub his Bad Thing even more, her little white fingers withtheir burgundy nails slurping about Bobbie's long hard Bad Thing, and her nipplesseemed to be stiffening in their frilly black bra as she worked. Mummie finallycomplained that Bobbie was splashing too much, and she removed her skirt aswell, and then was just in her little black bra and panties, and still sherubbed and pulled Bobbie's Bad Thing until it was about to have a messy squirtie,which Bobbie knew would make Mummie very angry.

Suddenly, Mummie had noticed Bobbie's eyes and the impure thoughts behindthem, and she'd taken Bobbie out of the tub by his ear and had whipped himwith her balsa wood Bath Brush as he bent over the commode, until Bobbie hadscreamed and cried. Then Mummie had made Bobbie stand in the corner in thehallway, stark naked, to be laughed at by the upstairs maids.

But now Bobbie was in heaven, for Mummie was letting Bobbie brush her hairin long, hard strokes, like she'd taught him, getting all the kinks out ofher precious blonde hair. Brush, brush brush..."I like calling this 'PlayingHairdresser' eh, Bobbie?" Mummie chuckled. "You're just like oneof those gay-boy beauty salon types, darling." Bobbie flushed, becausehe was a big business man downtown whenever he wasn't at home, tending to Mummie...but he kept brushing."Would you like that, my son? To have a gay-boy hairdresser poke you in your bottom, Bobbie." "No Mummie" Bobbiesnapped. "I hope you're not sassing me, dear, just because Mummie likesto joke with you."

 At some point, however, Mummie felt a hard thing poking into her back. "What'sthat, Bobbie? I feel something hard in your pants." Mummie turned to lookat the bulge in Bobbie's little navy short pants.

"Why Bobbie…" Mummie asked, shocked. "What's that nasty bulge in yourshort pants, dearie?" Bobbie mumbled and looked at the ground. "Bobbie" Mummiesaid warningly, "You'd better make that nasty thing go away, or some littleboy is going to be severely punished. Now you may begin brushing my hair withthe Ivory Lady's hairbrush you had fixed." Now Bobbie was in heaven, he begancarefully brushing Mummie's beautiful blonde hair in long, swift strokes, gentlyso he didn't tug any strands. Bobbie knew how angry Mummie could get if herhair was pulled!

Bobbie stroked Mummie's soft hair with his fingers, and went on brushingit heavily, Mummie making soft cooing sounds about her sissy-boy. "Most boysaren't as dedicated as this, Bobbie…you know how to treat your Mummie.As Bobbie looked over Mummie's shoulder, he saw the swell of her generousbreasts again, and watched her long nails toy with the precious diamond locketshe'd given him. Bobbie brushed and brushed Mummie's glorious hair, and Mummieleaned back and touched Bobbie's crotch with her elbow. Yes, it was harderthan ever!

"Bobbie, you bad boy!" Mummie scolded. "Mummie told you what would happenif your Bad Thing got all hard and swollen when you were brushing Mummie'shair. And I just felt it poking into my elbow. Getting that excited over yourown Mummie!" Mummie looked very angry, and Bobbie protested, "Mummie, pleasedon't be angry with me." Mummie shook her head, and Bobbie watched wistfullyas the full blonde curls danced around her shoulders.

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"Now give Mummie the Ivory Handled Lady's Brush, and take down your littleshort pants… Mummie must correct you now." Bobbie was terrified. Itwas only an hour since his last whipping, after his Bad Thing had expandedin the bathroom. His heart racing, Bobbie tried to talk Mummie out ofbeing angry. "Please oh, please don't punish me, Mummie" he protested. "Weare having such a good, nice evening here."

 Tears smarted in Bobbie's eyes, and Mummie smiled cruelly as she sawa couple streaking down his cheeks. "What a sissy boy you are, Bobbie! Howashamed Mummie is to have a big boy past the age of twenty-one who can't evencontrol himself! A good beating will cure all that." Mummie looked implacable,and took the Ivory Lady's Hairbrush away from Bobbie.

"Now take down your pants, Bobbie, you bad sissy-boy." Mummie said reprovingly. "Ishould invite the children in from the street, particularly the girls you like,to watch your chastisement, Bobbie."

Bobbie's lower lip began trembling like it never had before, but hesighed deeply, seeing his Mummie's scornful dark eyes, and slowly undidone pants-button. Mummie snorted with scorn and pulled her reluctant son toher and ripped the short pants open, dragging them down, and then Bobbie'sunderpants as well. Then Mummie grabbed Bobbie by the ear and threw him overher lap, exposing his bare bottom.

"Mummie regrets that she must punish her naughty boy." Bobbie's Bad Thingwas just as hard as it had been, pushing against Mummie's knees, and hearingher voice from above his head, didn't seem to comfort him much at all. Howhorrible it was to have to lay across his mother's lap, a grown man, with hisunderpants and shorts down, like a child!

"Are you ready, here it comes!" Oh please don't hit me Mummie, Bobbie thoughtl.Oh, I mustn't cry. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK The Ivory Lady'sHairbrush felt like a tennis racket whacking Bobbie's bare bottom again andagain.

 Bobbie tried hard not to make a noise but it was so difficult! Afterthe thirtieth swat on his unprotected cheeks, Bobbie began to weep. "Oh, please,Mummie, please don't hit me anymore." Bobbie wailed. "I won't get hard anymore..my penis will be good." Mummie screamed. "You filthy boy.! How dareyou use that word for your Bad Thing in this house!" Mummie pushed Bobbie offher lap. "You're going to have to get a bigger brush now!"

Bobbie sighed and stood up, his pants clogged around his ankles. "Go getme the Travel Size rectangular cherrywood clothes brush." Mummie ordered.

 "Usually, I would just whip you with the tortoiseshell hairbrush, whichis bigger than the Lady's Ivory, but you've been such a filthy boy. And lookat that disgusting Bad Thing!" Bobbie's Bad Thing was poking out and wobblingas Bobbie went to get the large Cherrywood Clothes Brush. Once he had returnedwith the two foot brush, Mummie stood up and pointed a dark red nail at thebed. "Bend over that bed, Sir." Bobbie, in defeat, bent over the bed.

It was almost too much for Bobbie, he squirmed as he thought of it, a grownman, baring his bottom for his Mummie. "How ashamed WHACK you should WHACKbe, my pitiful WHACK child. "Mummie screamed, flailing the brush, as ifshe could read his thoughts "The day is not over, and you have had severalbare bottom chastisements...and you a grown man. What would your secretaryat the office think?"

Bobbie's cheeks burned at the thought of Miss Nillson, his bored-lookingsecretary, with her long legs and the pert breasts pushing out her little bluesweater, knowing how his Mummie chastised him for little matters. Miss Nillsonknew that Bobbie was a submissive little thing, and not long after he'd hiredher, Miss Nillson had Bobbie running out to get her coffee and lunch, and morethan once he'd been forced to polish her high heels when she'd been gettingready for a breakfast meeting.

He was always worried that Mummie would come to the office and take his pantsand undies down right in front of Miss Nillson and spank his naughty bottom...thesecretary would probably toss her red hair and assist! Already, she calledhim "Bobbie" while he called her "Miss Nillson" still.Sometimes Bobbie would stare at her little blue and pink sweaters, the wayMiss Nillson breathed in and out, and when he'd get home, Mummie would noticethe chastity tube was unusually contorted, and then would come an even morevicious whipping. For Mummie didn't want her Bobbie getting any bad ideas!

Already Miss Nillson had learned that she could fuss at Bobbie if he broughther too much dictation, and slap his face when he botched up the files. Justlightly, of course. Mummie would often call and have long talks with Miss Nillson,and Bobbie didn't know what they were about, except that Miss Nillson wouldgiggle as she looked over at her blushing boss. It was quite odd that her employerwould have to go home for lunch every day and often when he came back he washolding his bottom!

Now Mummie's clothes brush landed again and again across Bobbie's rear, andit felt as if she'd pressed it with an iron. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK "Everyonethinks Bobbie is such a good boy to live with his widowed Mummie, and supporther...what would they think if they knew, Bobbie, WHACK that I haveWHACK WHACKto diaper you for bedwetting, spank your nasty bottom all the time, and punishyou for not eating your beets? You are lucky I didn't make you eat soap forusing the nasty word "Penis" I'm just giving you a little spankingnow."

It wasn't nearly as bad as when Mummie had Bobbie memorizing his Bible verses...hewould miss just one and she would bring out the dreaded twelve inch long fiveinch thick Oak Paddle, the one with the holes and give him five swipes forevery word missed...and there were so many of them!

Mummie's aim was incredible, Bobbie thought. She knew just where the mostvulnerable parts of Bobbie's bottom were, and she could find them with deadlyaccuracy. She knew that the tender part just under Bobbie's buttocks were ofespecial sensitivity, and oooh, could she land the clothes brush there witha nasty, vicious slam. "I punish you just like I did your Daddy" Mummiewould tell Bobbie, and he never quite knew what that meant!

Oh, how it hurt. WHACK WHACK Mummie's clothes brush was vicious and repeating,and Bobbie bit into the bedspread to keep from screaming. "Why can't youlearn WHACK WHACK WHACK to be a WHACK WHACK WHACK big grown boy WHACK WHACKso Mummie could let you WHACK WHACK WHACK stay up after eight o'clock at night,and date women and have a normal life...are you crying, darling...is my Wimpiecrying?" Bobbie tried hard to keep biting into the bedspread.

 He knew that Mummie didn't want him to be a wimpie boy, and if Bobbiemade too many noises during his beating, he knew from bitter experience thatM ummie would make him wear a little girl's ballerina frilly dress and MaryJanes and eyeshadow and hblush and have him walk down the street while theother little boys laughed at him...this had always been a good punishment,and had effectively kept him from making friends that would keep him apartfrom his Mummie.

This was why Bobbie had to be home from the office at a certain time, andsign in on the chart that Mummie kept in the kitchen. He'd tried being lateonce or twice to have a drink with the boys or stop to pet a dog, and Mummiehad taken him right out in the back yard and made him scream, her cruel switchlanding again and again on his bright red buttocks. Oh, how hard it was toplease his Mummie! Bobbie also had to register every time he had a bowel movement,and Mummie would give him enemas accordingly. She wanted her little boy tobe "regular"

Finally Bobbie's mouth let go of the spread as a particulalrly nasty slamfrom the clothes brush hit the tender spot just under his thigh. "Ah,now the birds begin to sing" Mummie said brightlly, as she continued Bobbie'seternal flagellation.As Bobbie continued to howl, Mummie said calmly, "ScreamWHACK WHACK all you like WHACK darling...I knew you would start up...but theseWHACK WHACK wails of little-girl anguish WHACK WHACK won't affect WHACK Mummie,she needs WHACK WHACK to encourage her WHACK WHACK cherub to stop WHACK WHACKhis nasty behavior. WHACK This hurts me WHACK more than it hurts you, my dear."

But Bobbie could hear the excitement in Mummie's voice as the brush fellagain and again on his scorched bare buttocks. He knew that Mummie was havingquite the good time. At one point, Bobbie's Bad Thing fell between his jouncinglegs, and Mummie eagerly whacked that with the brush end, and Bobbie screamedloudly, and he could hear Mummie snorting

Poor Bobbie also knew that Mummie could be even stricter, she had to be withher recalcitrant boy. She might decide to whip his Bad Thing excessively. Mummiewould tie her naked boy spread eagled onto the bed, on his back and get a thornbranch from outside and thrash Bobbie's Bad Thing til he screamed, the thornssticking in various parts of his savaged penis. Mummie had done it when she'dfound one of Bobbie's nasty girlie books, or if she'd seen one of his handkerchiefswith evil white Bad Thing spillage stains.

As Mummie would thrash the Bad Thing's tip again and again, she'd say "YourBad Thing needs to be kept under control, and what better control than a littlepain, darling?" Finally Bobbie had gotten the chastity tube locked byMummie..and he had to wear it wherever he went, except during the times Mummiewas bathing him, or cleaning his Bad Thing with baby oil, her long fingerswith their burgundy nails slurping and slipping all over his tortured Bad Thing,as the veins bulged in it with Mummie massaging it, giving him warning glances. "Youare supposed to use this Bad Thing for pee-pee only, just big boys can haveadventures with it, dear." And Bobbie would cry in frustration!

But Mummie knew that Bobbie loved to rub his Bad Thing, and Mummie was determinedto break her Bobbie of the evil habit...only she was allowed to rub the BadThing, and just of course to make sure it was clean and working right. Shewould bend over working away with the baby oil until Bobbie was panting andgasping, trying to hold off having an accident, to keep from shooting the evilwhite stuff, though it was so difficult with Mommie's blouses with their plungingnecklines bending over poor Bobbie. Once, when Bobbie had made a bad littlemess, Mummie had hit it with a small rock-hammer, and another time with a razorstrop. And the punishments were awesome when Bobbie had a nocturnal emission,or a wet dream during the night.

And Mummie made sure that Bobbie wasn't trying to get with girls...if shecaught him talking with a saleslady when they were shopping, she'd come overand say something like "I see my little boy is bothering you, yes he looksall grown up,but if I were to take you into the dressing room, you'd see hewas wearing little pink panties under that manly suit" and then Bobbiewould begin crying, big thick tears coming down his cheeks right in front ofthe amused saleslady. But Mummie knew to encourage Bobbie away from botheringladies he just didn't qualify for.

WHACK WHACK WHACK The cruel clothes-brush brought Bobbie back to the present,leaning as he was across the bed, getting Mummie's awful w hipping. On thefiftieth whack Bobbie felt a blister opened by the brush, and he began screamingwith abandon, and Mummie's laugh was raucous as she lifted and landed the clothesbrush and slammed it against his buttocks again and again. "Did I breakthe little boy's blister?"first was the tender voice and then savagely "Youdeserve it, you little bastard. How dare you get these impudent thoughts aboutyour Mummie. I should hire a grown man to come whip your nasty bottom." Bobbiewas terrified at this,but his Bad Thing got even bigger at the thought of aman coming over to give him chastisement.

Finally, as Bobbie was completely collapsed on the bed, his buttocks a mapof welts and weals, and the one blister bleeding down his legs into his shortpants, Mommie stopped. "Do you want to have another chance to brush myhair, you bad boy?" Bobbie got quite excited. Oh, that hair! "YesMummie...I won't misbehave again."

Bobbie pulled up his pants, whimpering, and picked up the Lady's Ivory Hairbrushand began brushing his Mummie's hair in long, firm strokes. His bottom feltas if it had been blown apart with buckshot, but Mummie was calm now, and hehad the privilege of running the brush across her glorious blonde locks.

Bobbie hoped and prayed that his Bad Thing wouldn't lose control this time,though he had serious doubts. Suddenly Mummie stopped Bobbie. "I haveto take off my robe, darling." she said gently. "It's much too warmin here." Bobbie gasped. "But Mummie, what about my pen-my Bad Thing?Aren't you worried--"

Mummie smiled grimly at Bobbie as she removed her robe. "No it's Bobbiethat will have to be worried if he gets excited. I'm your Mummie, and thereis no call for perverted thoughts." Mummie dropped her robe, revealinga peach colored demibra holding up her gigantic bosom. "And just so youwon't try to hide your Bad Thing from me, take off your clothes, you evil boy!"

Bobbie took off all of his clothes, reluctantly, willing his mind not tothink of his Mummie's beauty especially her fantastic breasts. Mummie didn'thelp, as she toyed with her brasseire, running her fingers over the nipplespoking through the bra tips as Bobbie removed his shorts. Bobbie tried hardto think of baseball and the upcoming election...trash in the back yard..anythingto take his mind off his beautiful Mummie's round honeys.

But instantly, of course Bobbie became mesmerized by his Mummie's spectacularbosom.The full vanilla breasts, stuffed as they were in the little demibraseemed to hypnotize him. "Well?" Mummie asked impatiently. "Aren'tyou going to brush my hair?" Bobbie gulped. "Yes Mummie, of course!" Bobbiebegan brushing his Mummie's hair with a lot of enthusiasm.

"I hope I don't have to use the cane on you, darling" Mummie said,as Bobbie brushed her hair, hoping against hope that his Bad Thing wouldn'ttouch her back. "I love canes, though sweetheart. The one I would useon you–" "You don't have to, Mummie, I'll be a good boy." Mummieclucked her tongue. "Don't interrupt, sweetheart. The one I'd use on youis the three foot six rattan, not the light and whippy one, but the one I callthe Headmaster's cane, you know it of course." Bobbie shuddered, thinkingof the Headmaster's cane. which Mummie also called the "judicial" cane.

"I could use one of those bendable canes, sweetheart, but they're solight, and the last one broke on your bottom, and one might bend around youradorable cheeks and make a damaging point, my dear." Bobbie shuddered. "That'swhy I like the Headmaster's judicial cane, which is used to punish prisonersin Singapore and other countries...it will make you think, so you won't befocused so much on your own pleasure, darling."

Bobbie remembered the last time the Judicial Cane had been hefted acrosshis tender bottom, and how he'd screamed for hours, until Mummie had had totie a duster in his mouth to finish the whipping without the neighbors beingalerted.

"Then there's the birch...might that take your mind off that Bad Thingfor a while?" Bobbie's lower lip began to tremble. "Please, Mummie,I'm trying to be a good–" Mummie laughed. "Enough of that,darling...we know how good you are." Bobbie thought of the horrible birchand how the bound branches had felt the last time Mummie had thrashed his bottomwith them.

He'd had to be tied down and his pants dropped to his knees before Mummiewas able to swing even once, and he'd nearly ripped the ropes off the bed beforethe third lash.

I've gathered a nice set of twigs and bound them, true it did draw a gooddeal of blood from your naughty bottom the last time we used it, we soakedthe tips in brine...but you're such a squealy boy! But I imagine you mightstop thinking about your Bad Thing if the birch was used right where it needsto be."

"But even the Birch hasn't seemed to calm your Bad Thing down. It'ssuch a pity. I think the only other alternative is my Scottish Tawse." Mummiesaid thoughtfully, as Bobbie's hairbrush ran over her blonde bangs. "Ibought a new one, you know. It's twenty inches long and about two inches wide,and has five leather tails! Might that get your goat, my sweet boy? You must,MUST learn darling, that your Bad Thing is not for use in any way other thanurination."

Bobbie felt his Bad Thing expanding again, and he backed away slightly fromhis Mummie's back, so she might not feel it again, poking her back and elbow.It would help if Bobbie didn't look over his shoulder into Mummie's cleavagewhile he brushed her glorious hair,but he was only human. And Mummie had poureda few drops of Cologne in there! It was making Bobbie crazy! His Bad Thingseemed to be expanding! No! No! It can't...not now. Bobbie tried to think ofsomething disgusting. Cigarette filled ashtrays....no, that only made him rememberwhen his Mummie put out a Winston on his squirming Bad Thing once...and itturned Bobbie on!

"Darling, would you squirt a bit of Lubriderm onto my chest, please?" Bobbieobeyed, and then Mummie shifted so her breasts were up a bit. "Now rubit in just a little darling." Bobbie rubbed Mummie's breasts..Oh, he wasin heaven! They were so soft, the nipples pointing out, and oh, what pleasureit was! "That's enough!" Mummie slapped Bobbie's hand as he reachedher bra-covered nipple. "Get back to your hair brushing, you little sexfiend." Bobbie breathed deeply and continued brushing Mummie's hair whileMummie tantalizingly rubbed oil into her own breasts.

Mummie squeezed and massaged the oil into her beautiful breasts as Bobbielooked over her shoulder, combing her long tendrils again and again. "They'resore, Bobbie. It's one of those things that happens to a girl, even of my age,it's a shame. Mummie rubbed them some more, and Bobbie unconsciously beganrubbing his Bad Thing against Mummie's back, hypnotized as he was with watchinghis Mummie rub and squeeze her full breasts. "What's that I feel?" Mummieasked all of a sudden, and she turned around, and there was Bobbie's Bad Thingfull and expanded, a long pink hotdog, it was.

"Oh, Bobbie" Mummie said sadly as she looked at his precum soakedBad Thing. "What can I do to keep your mind pure?" Bobbie's eyeswere fixed on Mummie's full breasts now, as she'd turned her entire body around. "NowI must punish you again, Bobbie—"

Bobbie sighed, and burst into tears. It would be a long evening.

WHAT HAPPENED NEXT TO BOBBIE?

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