I’m his Mommy. He is eight. I beat him on the hands with an eighteen inch rattan school naughty stick. It turned me on, I needed the vibro afterwards. It turned him on. He was crying, he clamped his hands under his arm-pits to dodge the throbbing pain, and his c*** was raising a finger-sized lump in his pink underpants. I shall beat him again tomorrow with his underpants around his ankles and watch the c*** swell as I hit his palms.