I was about 7 when I was caught in Mother’s bedroom wearing her p******. I had taken off all my clothes and tried on her p******. I got an erection. She caught me and that’s when the punishment began.

Mother implemented a regular discipline program to mold me into the boy she wanted. The bare bottom spankings were painful. After the spanking I was put in the corner bent over a stool for my red, bare bottom to cool down. When Mother returned, I never knew if she was finished with me, or if I’d get another 20 smacks.

She loved to give me hot soapy enemas and would laugh at me when I got an erection. She would tell me that I was one of ‘those kind of boys’. I didn’t know what she meant by that.

Humiliation was another of her specialties and part of my discipline training. Mother arranged things so that she had absolute and total control over me. I had to ask permission to use the bathroom and the door had to remain open so Mother could see everything, apparently to prevent m***********.

After years of punishment, discipline and training I am now a good little boy. I don’t cause Mother any problems and I do what Mother says, promptly when she says it.