I am a thirty-seven-year-old woman who loves to be in charge no matter what I do. I own a small business and have traveled to many parts of the world. My friends have a saying for me, "A lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets."
I have always had a great sexual appetite, which all the men I have met, well most of them, seem to like. I love taking control of the sexual interaction when being with a man. Which means being very dominating.
I have a nice collection of BDSM gear and clothing, but often have to hide that side of me as it does scare some men off, but I am hoping to find a man that loves it and appreciates it.
I also have to hide that part of my life from my seventeen-year-old son, soon to be eighteen, and heading off to college soon. He is a great young man and very handsome, who has had a few girlfriends, but they didn't seem to last too long.
I asked him why he didn't have a steady girlfriend. He replied that most of them don't take charge and he didn't like that. I just smiled at him and kissed him on his forehead as he walked away.
We have an in-ground pool which both of us love and use almost every day, as my son and I are great swimmers.
One day I was lying out by the pool getting some sun and couldn't help notice how well his muscles were developing while he was doing laps in the pool. I was lost watching him go back and forth. I wondered what else had developed as I noticed him peeping at me while I swam back and forth in the pool earlier. I just chalked it up to teenage hormones.
I came home one day and brought in the mail and I found a letter from my son's school. I opened it to find that my son was on the verge of failing one or more of his classes and he would be put on academic suspension, which means he would not be able to play sports, which he loves.
He was walking behind me as we came into the house together. I was very upset as I turned around immediately to face him and showed him the letter from school.
I asked him what he had to say as to why he was failing, as he stood there, he could tell I was very upset. I lectured him and he seemed to be unconcerned about his grades. That is when the idea of spanking him came to mind.
I haven't spanked my son in years, but I knew that I needed to take drastic measures to take care of these drastic issues.
As I talked to him about his grades, he continued to have a blasé attitude about what I was saying. That is when I took him by the wrist as I sat down in the chair and pulled him over my lap.
My son was upset, but also seemed unfazed by my spanking him until he stood up.
I noticed that he had a large bulge in his pants, as it seems he had gotten hard during the spanking.
I was confused and sent him off to his room and told him to study as I was going to call his school and ask them for reports on his progress every day.
The next day, I found out that he had failed his math test.
I had to get the point across to my son that his grades were very important, especially with it being his senior year in school.
I took him by the hand and told him that since the spanking didn't seem to bother him or get the point across, to strip his clothes off.
As I sat down, I remembered that I wore my sexy bra and panties today. I had an important client come into the office today and wanted to dress in a way that would make me feel sexy and confident, even though he’d never see them.
As I sat, my dress slid up to expose my bare thighs as I was wearing thigh-high stockings. My son stripped out of his clothes and covered his private parts with his hands.
I took him by the wrist and brought him over to me and told him to lie across my lap. I felt the heat of his body as it pressed against my thighs, and I could feel his soft cock resting against me.
As I started to spank him, I could feel his body temperature rise along with his manhood between my legs. I could not help but get turned on by this as I continued to spank him.
My dress slowly rose as I dealt with my punishment for my son. Once I finished spanking him, I told him to stand. He stood up in front of me and I saw that his cock was fully hard.
I saw him glance between my legs and saw his eyes go wide. He then grabbed his clothes and held them in front of his crotch. I told him to go to his room and study.
I then looked down to see what he was looking at. My dress had ridden up even higher and he could see right between my legs. My crotchless panties were on full display.
I reached between my legs and felt that my pussy was soaking wet and very sensitive. I began touching my swollen pussy and brought myself to orgasm, right there in the living room. After my orgasm, I pulled down my dress and began to make dinner.
The next day, my son came home from school and informed me that he got a ‘D’ on this science test.
"It is an improvement, but it's still not good enough," I tell him.
I then tell him to get undressed and wait for me. I went to my room to get one of my BDSM spanking tools.
I then remember how the last spanking i gave him made my panties so wet and I didn't want that to happen again, so I removed them.
As walked out of my bedroom, I noticed my knee-high leather boots. I thought that would be the perfect addition to my outfit and knew it would add a level of intimidation to his punishment. I slip on the boots and get another naughty idea.
I returned to the living room and saw my son standing naked in the middle of the room. I walked up to him and demanded that he get on the floor, on all fours. I stood near his head and told him to kiss my boots.
He looked up at me with confusion, but abided by my demand. As he leaned down to kiss my boots. I smacked his bare ass with my riding crop. He continued to kiss my boots as I spanked his ass.
I found it odd but exciting that he didn't cry out in pain, but he did moan out in pleasure.
When I finished spanking him, I told him to stand up. He stood up and started to grab his clothes off the floor.
"Leave them," I demand.
He stood still as I sat down.
"I want you to go study, but you seem to have a problem. I don't think you will be able to study in this condition," I said as I touched his hard cock with the end of my riding crop. He flinched, but he didn't back away.
"I want you to take care of your problem now, so that I know you will concentrate on your studies when you go to your room."
"What?" he squawked.
"Take care of it right now. I will watch you so that I know it's done."
He didn't move. I thought he might need some encouragement. I slowly parted my knees, revealing my exposed pussy. His eyes went straight to it and his hand wrapped around his cock. He slowly started stroking himself as he stared at my wet pussy. I didn't say anything, but I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
My son stroked faster until he finally blew his load onto the hardwood floor.
"Good," I said, "Now go do your studies."
He turned away to walk out of the room, leaving his clothes on the floor. I gave him a playful slap on the ass with the riding crop as he hurried out of the room.
I went and got a rag and dropped to the floor to clean my son's seamen. As I looked at the mess he left, I got extremely turned on. I could smell his musk and found my hand between my legs. I played with my pussy as I looked and smelled his excretion. I had a strong orgasm right there on all fours before cleaning up the mess and going about my day.