Legs spread wide open face down on the bed, a pillow stuffed under him to raise his ba re bottom up in the air. His hands secured behind his back and his ankles secured to the bed posts. A strap around each knee to keep his legs wide open. His balls in their tight sac were left unprotected and below his tight sac, his stiff rod was forced down toward the bed. His erect rod strained against the pillow underneath him.

Mother held the thin leather belt. She cracked it together and the sound made him quiver in fear. She is an expert with a leather belt or a whip. She could flick a fly from her horse’s ear while at full gallop. Flicking each of his balls with the leather belt would be easy.

She selected a ball and snapped the belt at his protruding sac. He howled as the belt hit his precious jewel. His sac remained tight and his erection poked and strained into the pillow to escape being bent backwards between his legs. Mother aimed at the other half of his sac and left the leather belt fly towards the target. The leather tip nipped his ball and he howled again.

She flicked the belt again and this time the leather tip left its sting just below his balls on his erect shaft. The belt left an impact line on his shaft, from just under his sac downward toward the head of his co ck. Just a tad higher and the leather tip would have caught his ball sac too, but Mother never misses her mark. The target was his erect shaft and that’s what she clipped.

He was howling, squirming and then the pleading began. He begged and told her that he wanted to be her good boy. She was unimpressed and unmoved.

The belt snapped on the first ball once again. Then the second ball. Then his erect shaft took its turn. He squirmed and struggled. He gasped and pleaded. His erection tried to burrow into the pillow to find safety and to stand upright rather than be bent backwards. Mother quickly fixed that problem. She stepped forward, clutched his swollen shaft and pulled it further backwards. She tucked the pillow under him pushing his bare a s s higher and leaving no place for his throbbing erection to hide from the punishment.

Then she applied another round of precise strikes on the first ball, the second ball and his stiff shaft. The last strike left a raised crease line from the leather tip rolling around his shaft from one side toward the other. It was a raised w e l t, and almost bleeding. Her skill was so precise that she could have circumcised him with that leather tip.

He cried and pleaded that he’d do anything. Anything she wanted. The leather tip clipped its targets again in the same succession. While he was blubbering and begging she calmly asked him, “What do I want?” Before he could answer the belt snapped right down the middle of his ball sac, cleaving the sac and balls in two. It was an expert stroke, leaving a line right down the middle of the sac and separating the balls. His balls tightened up and the sac got smaller. He screamed and babbled forth, “Respect, Obedience, Compliance, Submission.”

“And what am I going to get?” Mother asked. He sobbed forth the answer, “Respect, Obedience, Compliance, Submission.”

Mother said, “Let’s make sure. You keep repeating that while I finish up here and until I’m satisfied that you mean it.” She took aim and clipped the first ball. He howled and sputter, “Respect, Obedience, Compliance, Submission.” He repeated the phrase while Mother continued his punishment in the same sequence.

The w e l t lines on his balls turned blue. There was a slight trickle of blood from the sac. The w e l t line down the middle of the sac raised up but Mother explained that part of it was because boys already have a line down the middle of their sac. She merely matched the strike of leather tip to the line he already had, causing it to puff up even more.

“Do you have it through your head yet?” Mother asked him. “Yes Ma’am, Yes Ma’am. Respect, Obedience, Compliance, Submission,” he sobbed. “How many more strokes do you need?” she asked him. “Whatever you say, Ma’am, whatever you say,” he blubbered.

She landed a stroke directly on his ba re a s s h o l e. He shrieked, and squirmed. There was no escape as the next few strokes left w e l t marks on his ba re bottom. Then another on his sensitive a s s h o l e. Mother handed the belt to me and said to finish him. “Anywhere or just his ba re bottom?” I asked. “Anywhere and everywhere. Get your practice in,” she said.

I took aim and clipped one of his sore balls. Then I clipped his other sore ball. His rod was jammed in the bed with the head almost hidden. I was determined to land a strike on his shaft. My first attempt was a little high, striking his puffy ball sac in the middle.

My second strike clipped his shaft leaving a line right down the center, but it sliced open the skin causing it to bleed. Mother got the Quick Stop and dabbed a little on his bleeding shaft. The bleeding stopped immediately and the skin turned black from the Quick Stop.

Then I stung his bare bottom with the leather tip and told him to count each one. He called out one and then two and then three. After he had ten strokes on his ba re little bottom Mother asked him again if he needed more. He said, “Whatever you say, Ma’am, whatever you say.” “How about another ten? Would you like another ten?” she asked. “Yes Ma’am, yes Ma’am another ten please Ma’am.” he blubbered.

So I gave him another ten, requiring that he count each stroke and thank me for it. “One, thank you Ma’am, two thank you Ma’am,” he sobbed. Mother decided that he had enough. So I got the alcohol and rubbed it on his puffy balls, his hard shaft and his sensitive a n a l opening. He howled and screamed, but eventually it evaporated and the sting passed.

Mother released his leg and ankle restraints but kept his hands restrained behind him. He was allowed to stand up. His hard dong immediately “popped” up in front of him like it was on a spring. I just chuckled. It’s amazing how his co ck bounces around like rubber.

His ba re a s s was red and w e l t marked. His ball sac had blue lines where the leather tip had landed, and was well defined right up the middle of the sac where Mother had precisely clipped it.

His shaft was red, puffy but still hard and bobbing about. The black from the Quick Stop styptic powder made his erect co ck look burnt, but it would fade away in a few days.

I have gotten better in placing the leather tip on target. I’m not as good as Mother but I will be. I practice flipping a bottle cap off a cup in the barn.

That’s how my brother got disciplined. I’m a third generation dominate female after my Mother and my Grandmother. I and Mother run the house and my brother does what he is told, when he is told.