Brent stormed into the community center, his jaw set in determination. He had every intention of attending his regular art class, but fate had other plans.
"Oh, Brent! I didn't expect you so soon," the receptionist chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Brent raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
The receptionist grinned. "No problem at all. Your mother just signed you up for a different class today. 'How to Discipline Your Adult Son.' Isn't that exciting?"
Brent's jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me."
The receptionist shook her head. "Nope. Go on in. The class is already started."
Brent took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the classroom. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. A group of middle-aged women sat in chairs, chatting and laughing. Brent felt out of place and humiliated.
But then he saw her. Amy, his mother, stood at the front of the room, her arms crossed as she surveyed the group. She caught his eye and smiled.
"Ah, Brent. There you are. Come on in, dear. You're our model for today's class."
Brent's cheeks burned. "Model? What do you mean?"
Amy gestured to the desk in the center of the room. "Bend over, please. We're teaching the mothers here how to spank and mouthsoap their adult sons. It's a very important skill."
Brent's eyes widened as he processed his mother's words. "You've got to be kidding me."
Amy shook her head. "No kidding. Now, bend over."
Brent hesitated, but one of the mothers approached him with a wooden spoon. He tried to protest, but Amy told him to be quiet and take his punishment.
The mother hesitated, her hand hovering over Brent's backside. "I've never done this before," she whispered.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Just do it. It's not that hard."
The mother took a deep breath and spanked Brent. He tried to stifle his laughter as the spoon connected with his skin.
Amy scolded him. "Brent, this is serious. You need to take your punishment like a man."
Another mother approached Brent with a bar of soap. She instructed him to open his mouth, and she rubbed the soap on his tongue. He tried to protest, but Amy told him that this was part of the discipline.
Brent was instructed to stand up and take off his shirt. The mothers ogled at his toned body, and Amy told him that he should be proud of his physique.
Brent was instructed to bend over again, and another mother approached him with a hairbrush. She spanked him harder than the previous mother, and Brent couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
Amy scolded him. "Brent, what are you doing? This is discipline, not pleasure."
Brent was surprised at how much he was enjoying the punishment. He couldn't believe how much he was getting into it.
The class continued, and Brent was instructed to take off his pants, his underwear, and to bend over for more spankings. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying the punishment, and he couldn't believe how much he was getting into it.
Finally, the class ended, and Brent was left feeling humiliated but also surprisingly aroused. He couldn't believe how much he enjoyed the punishment, and he couldn't wait for the next class.
As he left the room, Amy called after him. "Brent, I'm proud of you. You took your punishment like a man."
Brent grinned. "Thanks, Mom. I can't wait for next time."
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.