Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered Part 3

"There, all done. Good boy. Now there will be no more embarrassment for you to suffer in this regard ever again." She returned the belt to the draw and then sat down on the side of the bed and drew her sobbing son to her. "There, there... Come to Mummy... Oh, what a baby you are."

She hugged Vivian into her bosom and allowed him to sob against her breasts. She thought of all those times when as a baby he had drank enthusiastically from her, his life depending on it, and his reluctance to release the nipple which had become swollen and sore with overuse, and the milky-white residue around his lips as he cried for more.

"It's all right, I'm here now. Show me where it hurts."

Vivian shook his head.

"Come on, I need to see."

"I-It's g-gone now."

"I know, but I still need to make sure the skin isn't broken. I may have to tend you."

Vivian took his hands away and sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Lie down again." She lifted his legs back up and inspected him but she did not touch him there. He was totally flaccid already, his manhood completely drained of its brash cockiness of only a minute ago. His penis looked small and apologetic, non-threatening and sad. A thin red line where she had stuck him horizontally across the testicles was visible, but nothing more. A clean hit with the flat of the leather, designed for maximum sting and minimal damage had been perfectly executed. His mother had been very adept in this kind of correction with his father. The belt was lightweight and not a vicious weapon and the contact had been suitably administered to ensure nothing worse than a residue hot tingling sensation and a dull ache in the groin for an hour or so after - time enough for Vivian to reflect on his treatment and form the necessary association --in his mind - with the correction - his mother's belt... and of course, her authority too.

"Now kiss Mummy and thank me."