D-Day

"It's not what you think mom, I was just…" She gave him one of her famous stares which simply meant stop talking.

She thought about what she was about to say for a moment and was about to back down when she rubbed her toes together in her shoes and realized her perverted son's tongue had been in that very same spot less than 24 hours ago. The thought of it infuriated her and excited her at the same time and she had no idea why.

"Well since I can't seem to get through to you about your grades, I might as well use your disgusting perversion to my benefit." She said coldly, he could hear the judgment in her voice as she spoke.

"Let's make a deal. I know you have a test coming up in two days and this will be the perfect testing ground for my little experiment." She paused for a short while then continued. "If you get low grades on this test like you have been doing all this time, I will spank you again and you will have to clean mine and your father's shoes. And to add to that, no more internet!" She stated. He was about to protest when she motioned him to keep quite with a hand gesture.

"I'm not finished." She paused again, her heard racing at the thought of the words that were about to leave her plump, red lips. "But if you do well, you get to spank me instead AND I will allow you to lick and sniff my high heels…while I'm wearing them." She uttered the last part in a monotonous tone as if she had just told him he needs to take the trash out.

Sam sat still like a effigy for almost five minutes trying to process what this witch of a woman was saying to him, however, her words were no longer cold instead they were thick like milk and soaked his brain as he tried to process them.

"Well?" She queried before he cut her short.

"DEAL" He said without a split second of hesitation and without fully understanding what he had just agreed to, but something about it just seemed too good to pass up. All he knew was he would love the opportunity to get revenge on her for the previous day's punishment she had administered.

Jennifer tried to curl her toes inside her shoes as she found herself quite excited by his enthusiasm. She honestly could not figure out what had possessed her to say such things to her son and why she way getting so excited about it. Sam stood up from the chair and left for class, all that was going through his head was the opportunity to whip her into oblivion. Both of them had their own agendas that were getting them excited but they had no idea of what they were getting themselves into.

The next two days passed and were mostly uneventful for Jennifer. She went through the same stresses from work and got home to the same fights with her husband who she was growing tired of day by day. Sam on the other hand had his hands full. He was determined to get his revenge on the woman who tormented him and spanked him like a child. With this goal in mind, he studied diligently for the next two days, barely getting any sleep and staying up until the odd hours of the morning.

The day of the test came and went and Sam felt quite confident that he had done well. The following day he waited for the inevitable sound of Donna's voice over the intercom telling him to report to the principal's office and when he did, he obliged without moment of hesitation. He walked into the office to find his mother sitting in her usual position reading what looked like his test sheet. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck length black hair was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a fringe, it part clean in the middle of her forehead and framed her face perfectly. She had striking green eyes, her skin looked as though it were made of porcelain, her lips were thick and full, to which she always applied a thick layer of red lipstick. Her body had a small frame but with unusually large breasts, she always claimed bigger boobs are just about the only thing she got out of her marriage and pregnancy. Her body had a curvilinear and well-toned shape as she worked out 3 times a week but never kept a strict diet, giving her body a layer of fat over her muscular structure which left her soft but firm and curvy in all the right places. Of course she counted herself unfortunate as no amount of exercise would relinquish her from having the wide 'mom hips' she developed after giving birth. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a tight dress of a pencil skirt, her 'mom hips' combined with her regular workouts gave her a knockout figure.

Sam walked in and sat in the usual 'hot seat' and even though he knew he had studied hard for the test, he still felt anxious about the outcome. Jennifer stayed silent for a while before she spoke.

"So Mr. Waldow, we have arrived at D-Day once again. I have your test results here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the same time." She said as she put the sheet of paper down on the table gently.

"You did very well on this test. The teacher even made a remark stating whatever has motivated you should be made a permanent feature in your life." She said, trying to hold back a smile as she was so thrilled to finally have confirmation that her son was just as smart as she had hoped he was even though she knew her ass cheeks were about to pay the price for such a confirmation.

"Any way, a deal is a deal." She said as she stood up and ambled around her desk toward him and as she stood beside him she handed him the very same paddle she had used on him a few days prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her palms on the desk as she bent over, the material of her skirt stretched to its limits. Sam held the paddle in his hand and looked at it, the very same paddle that had been used to humiliate him just days before this moment and then looked at his mother's perfectly round ass covered in the material of the black silk pencil skirt she was wearing. It was if a switch had been flipped in his head. Jennifer for some reason was expecting this to be a fun lesson but learned quickly that would not be the case.

Before she knew it she felt Sam's hand lift her skirt and bundle it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Jennifer's heart began to race as she realized this was not going according to plan and tried to stand up but as she moved she felt Sam's hand firmly grab the back of her neck and force her down against the desk, her breasts hit the wooden desk making a muffled thud as she exhaled.

Sam's eyes roamed freely over his mother's exposed ass and to his delight, she was wearing a baby blue silk panty which strongly resembled French knickers. He marveled at the how smooth her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to meet the top of her pale thighs which were covered by black sheer thigh high stockings. Sam lifted his right hand which had the paddle in it with a full backward swing until it was almost above his head before letting it fly at ferocious speed toward its target. If the office door wasn't closed and thick in width, Sam was pretty sure the entire school would've heard the sound of wood making contact with bare, soft skin at high speed. Jennifer's body went stiff and her mouth shot open to give a silent scream of agony. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she felt her left ass cheek burn from a pain she was not expecting. She knew her son would have fun getting revenge but she never in a million years thought he would use such force on his own mother.

And before she could finish her thought she felt the second swat land on her right ass cheek, this time causing her to give out a little, barely audible squeal. She tried to struggle and move again but Sam had her pinned down and landed another shot.

While she had been shifting and struggling, she moved too much and the third strike missed its target and hit her square in the crotch area, bathing her pussy and asshole in invisible fire. She felt her eyes welling up with tears in anticipation for the next strike which did arrive but was noticeably different. Instead of hard, cold wood she felt warm skin deliver the next strike. The second strike landed, then the third, each one taken longer for his hand to separate from the skin of her warm ass cheeks. After several smacks, Sam seemed to be caressing and fondling her ass more than striking it.

"Sam, I think that's enough now." Jennifer said to her son in the sternest voice possible. Sam didn't respond, instead he now used both hands to caress her milky ass gently.

"It's so red now, how can I make it better?" He said, Jennifer noticing he now sounded mesmerized. She would've loved to take advantage of this under normal circumstanced except her son was fondling her ass with only a thin layer of silk between him and her skin.

"I said that's enough!" Jennifer sounded irritated. Sam snatched his hands away from her ass as if it was too hot to touch. Jennifer stood up and straightened herself out, fixing her skirt and returning it to its appropriate length.

"You still have the second part of your reward remember?" She said to her son as she walked around her desk and sat in her seat, trying to act as if she were not in pain and hadn't just been humiliated.

"You mean you are still going to let me….." He was cut off by Jennifer putting her petite index finger to her plump, red lips in a gesture indicating her should be quiet.

"Well I'm less than impressed by what you just did, but I only have myself to blame, I should've know you would do that given the situation." She said, sounding callous and indifferent as the pain began to subside drastically allowing her to be seated in her chair.

"Well we are you waiting for?" She said, extending her black stocking clad leg and pointed her high heeled foot toward the wall. Sam didn't say a word and in seconds he was on his knees in front of her.