Strap On Discipline
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There is a wild misconception in the North that the Femocratic Queendom of Lisara is wholly populated by wicked man hating misandrists. If one looked at the evidence, you would learn that nothing can be further from the truth.
My name is Alisha and I have been born to a Lisaran noble. I am an expat, having moved to Sehopolis where I’m the Vice President of a Lisaran pharmaceutical company owned by my extended family. As a proud Lisaran woman of forty eight years, I have always strived to uphold the traditions of my motherland.
We do not see men as pathetic worms or something disgusting like most of the unsuccessful matriarchies of the past. Our boys are treasured, nurtured and worshipped. They do not exist to be trampled under by insecure Amazons of yore. The very opposite. We do the serving, the pampering, the petting. We are their mothers who mould them with love and, yes, more than a healthy dose of discipline.
Our women are descended from the Amazons of history. A side effect of our Amazonian biology prevents male children from being able to gestate in our wombs while our women are born strong, powerful with our ancient Amazonian genetics. Growing up, I’ve always been naturally much stronger and faster than boys five or six years my senior. Even now with me working a sedentary corporate job, my body is still naturally fit with a flat washboard abs and well muscled arms and thighs.
All the excess food that I eat goes just straight into my breasts. Like some Amazons, we lactate. A quirk which we usually keep secret. It is the reason for our longer lifespans, why I am seen as a twenty three year old at work with most non Lisarans shocked at how I could occupy such a high position in the company. The proteins in our milk is also the basis for our medical industry which makes us the richest country in the world and the reason why there’s so much interest these days among older teen boys to be taken in by a Lisaran woman once they learned of our traditional “claiming.”
It was a closely guarded secret for decades till we let our Lisaran men work outside and the whole world lost its collective mind at just how awesome they were. The world didn’t even know we had mentioned and if they did, they always assumed they were slaves kept in the dark. Not these strong fun Greek gods of yore who are the best at everything and put every other man to shame!
It was something I’ve always known for years. Our men are extremely dominant, yet extremely caring. They are the perfect boyfriend and husband material with the fashion and movie industry dominated by our boys. And the question always came on how there were men in the first place and they always get shocked at the fact we have a fifty percent split between men and women.
The answer is we just take them in and raise them. “Claimed.”
For a Lisaran girl to be considered a woman, she has to claim a boy and raise him to the age of Thirty, the Lisaran age of maturation. Only then can she vote and be allowed to marry a man and bear strong girls.
In the past it used to be kidnapping by our huntresses but with our society evolving and modernizing, it was more legal bursa escort bayan ways. Most of the orphans in wars are adopted by us. So are most of the boys in poverty stricken lands.
But as our country opened up and people started learning of our tradition, a lot of newer girls started taking in men in their late teens and early twenties.
As my job left me without the free time afforded to most of the women in our motherland to care for and dote on a toddler, I too claimed my Adam a year ago when he was in his teens. Adam was a scrawny young pup then, skin stretched over a skeleton. As a true mother, it was my duty to nurture and raise him.
I send Adam to a Lisaran school in the posh part of the city where he’s taught in our traditional ways, surrounded by other Lisaran boys and girls. For me it is important he is raised the proper way from now having grown up in other patriarchal societies. Fortunately he is mostly a good boy who just needs a very firm hand.
Adam had just turned eighteen a few months ago, which is a big deal in our culture. It is the age of robustness, the age where reprimands become physical instead of verbal and being allowed his mother’s Lisaran milk directly from the source. The latter is a very alluring prospect for the boy so I am assuming he would be waiting for me to come for his special treat in a couple of hours. What he did not know was I was already on my way home as my work finished early.
My home is a very spacious two floor penthouse in a very posh part of the city. I parked my car outside my private elevator and went up straight to my home. I was still dressed in my office clothes and heels so I was heading off to my room when I chanced a look at his bedroom. The door was ajar, so I walked over…only to find my boy on his bed with his hand around his cock, furiously pumping to as he smelled what I gather was the used panties I lost two days ago!
“Adam!” I called him sharply. The boy jumped up to his feet, fear etched to his face. I was livid and it must’ve shown as he immediately began to whimper. “I’m sorry mom!” He got on to his knees.
“So you were the panty stealer then!” I already knew he was the panty stealer. He was the only other boy here and the other Lisaran staff knew better. “How long has this been going on?” I asked him.
“Like…I always return them, I put them back!” He replied, as if that would help him. He understood he was going to be punished…and he quickly realised how I was going to deal with this.
“Oh Mommy, can’t you just spank me for this?” He begged. “You can spank me all week, all month in fact! Please no..”
“Oh I will spank you all month,” I replied with a scowl. “You are lucky you didn’t do this at school or I’d come whip you in front of everyone in your class! Because it’s just Mommy I’ll deal with this personally in my room. Come.” I walked over back to my room and he followed, dutifully putting my panties in the hamper.
“And here I wanted to just come home and nurse you for the rest of the day. If you had just asked permission and been a good boy you could have had your release.” I scold bursa escort sitesi as I take my skirt down, taking his spanking belt first. His eyes are locked to it as I slowly slid my skirt down to the floor.
“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am.” He bit his lip, shivering. “Please..”he tried to beg.
“Who has the cock in this household, Adam?” I asked him. He was sent to a Lisaran school and I have taught him, so he knew.
“You have the cock.” He bowed his head. “The cock is the phallic symbol of male oppression for millennia so Lisaran mothers have the cocks till their claimed boy is thirty.”
“More or less the gist of it,” I smile at how defeated he looked. “Go grab my strap on, sweetheart. And the lube.”
“Right now?” He gasped. The strapon is the choice tool to correct male pride and libido. As he grows older and his masculinity increases, I will intensify and increase the number of times he gets pumped with my dildo. As he only recently came of age I have only used it on him twice so it holds a special place of fear for the lad.
“Well you will be getting multiple lessons over the next month,” I announced, as I unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it, leaving me in my underwear. “From now on, the only release you get from your cock will be through prostate milking and you wanted to finish off, didn’t you?”
“I don’t wanna finish like that now,” he mumbled with his head down. His cock had deflated from the exertions though the sight of me was slightly turning him on.
I look at him. “Fair enough. I’ll give you a spanking now and nurse you before I peg you.” I made sure he understands he would be getting pegged. It’s not as if he hates it. He just hates the idea of a woman doing it to him, it makes him feel less masculine, the silly thing. All Lisaran boys are pegged on a regular basis from when they are sixteen to thirty by their adopted moms. As I use the strapon as punishment, he still associates it with pain and humiliation instead of surrendering to his loving caretaker.
“Yes Ma’am.” He walked up to my bed as I picked my belt from the discarded pile. He obediently stacked up two pillows and bent over as I took position. “You may cry as much as you like for this part,” I told him as I began. I slowly strapped him down his ass to his lower thighs, concentrating most of the lashes on his fleshiest part of the ass. I am naturally much fitter than him so the spankings hurt a lot, reducing him to a sobbing little boy. It’s one of the reasons why we spank our boys so much, to make them feel little as we nurse them, tap into that part of their brain where they need their mommies, a woman to take them and love them and nurture them.
He was wiggling and squirming as usual as I lashed, begging by the time he got to his limit. I gave him an extra dozen more at this point before squeezing his cheeks.
“Do you wish to take Mommy’s cock now or do you wish for some milk?” I asked him. A question which got tears. He hated having to take additional punishment while latched onto my breast so he immediately shook his head.
“I’ll take my punishment,” he sobbed.
“Good boy,” I praised my lad. I go to my punishment rack to grab the harness and a small four and a half inch probe as he is still getting used to being fucked by his Mommy. I always make a show to slide it on slowly and elegantly as he enjoys watching me, especially if I’m scantily clad. Once I adjust the probe, I coat it liberally before walking over to him. “Spread your cheeks for me sweetheart.”
He did so, the poor lad trying so hard to keep his tight hole spread open!
“What’s going to happen now baby?” I always talk to him before his punishment.
“Mommy’s going to stuff my hole with that stupid cock,” he complained, still having some sass in him. I quickly spank his cheek to a sharp cry.
“Let’s try again. What’s going to happen to my boy?”
“Oww..mommy’s gonna pound me with Mommy’s cock.”
“And why does Mommy have a cock and you don’t?” I hum, leaning to kiss his cheek.
“I have a cock but can’t use it without Mommy’s permission.”
“And why is that?”
“Coz my cock makes me take stupid decisions,” he whined.
“Like jerking off to my panties with the door open?” I ask him.
“Like that,” he mumbled.
“So why does Mommy have the cock?”
“Coz you’re the head of the household and you want to teach me to listen to you to be responsible with my cock.”
“That’s right.” I push into him with some of the famed Amazonian torque used to rip open slave men’s asses back in their evil days. It got a loud scream but his hole is reenforced from my milk, allowing me to pound him for a good few hours without damaging the boy.
“Mommy’s cock is to teach my darling baby boy to be the perfect man. If you learn to use it like a proper man, you get to start using it for other women. Till then you will be on the receiving end.”
I fucked him long and deep like a good Lisaran Mommy. His welted buttocks were on fire when my thighs slam into them and I always keep a punishing rhythm, working him intensely as he cried. I leaned to feel him down on his crotch and was happy to see he was raging hard as he always was. So I started working his prostate. It was a chore to get him to admit how much he enjoys this so I just worked him over till he cummed across my pillows.
“And that’s how Lisaran boys get milked,” I explain, turning him around to find him give me the most adorable pout, angry I got him his release on my terms. The male pride of his ancestors wanting to be in charge and be the one who decided how he got to cum. His method was being a disgusting pervert with my panties while mine is a long loving pegging with hours of love and a warm Mommy who would pet him for the next few hours. Our method is clearly the superior one.
And to impress upon him this fact I start my kisses, all over his face and cheeks and lips till his giggles fill the room. I removed my bra and brought him over to my bosom, allowed him to suckle. All the while allowing his cock to rub against my flat stomach and have him cum again.
Adam was very soft and sleepy soon after, his lips continuing to suckle peacefully as I massaged his hot buttocks. He sometimes nursed me for a few hours instead of dinner so I just let him, gently playing with his tender boyhole. He made the cutest noises as he felt my fingers violate his rump. I may use a bigger toy on him tomorrow, teach him that Mommy owns his ass. Teach him to be my perfect boy.
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