Amy Learns Control

"But I will be beating them, won't they be afraid of me anyway?" Amy asked puzzled.

"On the contrary, if the Dom is good, in control, in tune with the sub, they will love you and want to please you. They will please you by letting you go further than they intended. When the sub goes farther, they get more pleasure from the experience, just as the Dom does," she explained patiently.

"I think I understand," Amy said with a nod.

Amy was wearing black pantyhose with a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She looked down at herself and asked Lucinda, "Is this too schoolteacher, I mean, not the mom we were looking for?"

Lucinda looked at her critically and said, "No, I don't think so. You look like a sort of professional career woman who would have no patience for a loser son like this guy."

Amy put a look of extreme displeasure on her face and asked, "Where is this son of mine?"

Lucinda smiled and nodded approvingly at her transformation. "Right this way ma'am, he is in a private room," she said docilely.

Amy peeked around the edge of the door and saw a younger man facing away from the door. She nodded to herself then rushed into the room slamming the door closed as she did. The loud hollow boom made the man jump and turn.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Amy beat him to it.

"Well, I'm here. They called me out of an important meeting to come deal with my recalcitrant son. So, what has my weakling done this time?" She held up her hand and said, "Wait, no, on second thought I don't want to know. Sometimes I think you do these things just so I will beat your worthless little ass."

She moved close to him and glared, "Why do you still have your pants on, you miserable shit? Can't you ever do anything right? You know there are consequences to your acting out like this."

She stepped back and folded her arms under her breasts. They were only B cup breasts, but her arms pushed them up and made them seem much larger.

He stood there hesitating and Amy went to the table. She picked up the flogger and swung it as hard as she could on the table. It made a satisfying crack and she said calmly, "Don't make me use the cane right away son."

He sprang into action by kicking off his shoes while pulling his shirt out of his pants and trying to unbutton it. Frustrated with his fumbling Amy put down the flogger and tore his shirt open sending buttons flying in all directions. The young man made no sound, just peeled the remains of his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

He unzipped his pants and shoved them down his legs so he could step out of them. In a timid voice he asked, "Underpants too, mommy?"

"Of course, underpants too," she bellowed at him. "What kind of a useless idiot are you? How can I teach you a lesson with your underpants on for god's sake?"

Turning his back to Amy he pulled them down, then bent over to remove them. He had a narrow ass that looked more like a girl. She could see the healed remains of previous trips to a room like this.

She let out a loud sigh and took hold of his arm and turned him toward the table. She put a hand on his back forcing him to bend over.

"Elbows on the table and don't move until I tell you. I am going to give you fifty strokes and you are to count them out. If you move or lose count, I will start over," she told him. "Is that understood or am I going too fast for you?"

She picked up the flogger and delivered her first blow saying, "I didn't hear you son."

She hit him three more times and asked, "Did you hear me? You are never going to amount to anything if you cannot follow simple instructions.

He nodded and said, "Yes, mommy."

"Well then?" she screamed in his ear.

"I don't know what you want. No wait, four that was four," he blurted out.

"Imbecile, you didn't do it right, so I have to start over," she said disgustedly.

He learned from his mistake and counted the strokes loudly. His ass was a nice red by thirty. By forty he was sobbing between blows, at forty-eight his legs were shaking so hard Amy thought he would lose control of them.

"Just two more son, you can do it. Can you do it for mommy sweetheart?"

He gasped out a faint yes and she delivered the last two. He was crying freely now, and she put down the flogger and slowly ran her hands over his burning buttocks.

She told him what a good boy he was, and that mommy was happy with the way he had accepted his punishment. There was some type of cold cream on the table and she spread the soothing coolness over him. He stopped crying and moaned a little at how good the cream felt on his hot buns.

After a few minutes he said, "Can we go home now mommy?"

She reached under him and gave his hard cock a couple of pumps. After releasing him she gently said, "Of course not dear, I am not finished with disciplining you yet."

He shuddered and groaned, she looked down and saw his cock, with no stimulation, spraying his seed out under the table.

"Tsk, Tsk," she said, "you know what happens to bad boys that make filthy messes don't you?"

With another groan he said, "Yes mommy, they get punished."

"No dear, not punished, disciplined. Punishing means I want to hurt you, discipline means I want to teach you," she explained the difference to him.

"Then please discipline me, I want to learn mommy," he begged.

"Since you seem so eager to learn, I am going to give you the choice of the rattan cane or the bamboo rod my darling boy."

"Oh please, the rattan, it makes such a wicked sound when you swing it."

"And how many strokes does my little man think it will take for him to learn his lesson this time?" she cooed in his ear.

"Twenty," he said shakily.

"I think not, but that will be a good start," she said as he whimpered.

She picked up the cane and swished it through the air experimentally. She had never even held a rattan, let alone used one on a person.

She held the cane just under the curve of his ass. She took a swing and heard the satisfying sound it made as it struck flesh. He winced and said one. She bent to examine the effect of her blow. She had left a faint red line. She thought it might darken with a little time, so she began delivering blows using the same amount of force.

His legs began shaking at twelve. At fifteen she swept everything off the table and made him lie down flat. He was openly weeping and cried out at every blow. At twenty she paused, as soon as she saw him relax, thinking it was over she swatted his striped, red ass. He cried out loudly and she gave him another. After the third he drummed his legs on the table trying to endure his pain somehow. The fourth made him grunt and she realized he had come again. The last blow made him turn on his side and release two more weak spurts from his still hard penis.

Amy put down the cane and held his head and rubbed his back until he gathered himself enough to slide off the table and onto his feet.

Amy asked, "Would you like mommy to put some more of the nice cream on you?"

"Yes please, let me clean up the mess on the table and you can do it," he told her.

She grabbed his hair saying, "Lie down in the disgusting mess you made you little shit. It will be part of your lesson. In the future you will not make a mess like that unless I say you can. You understand me?"

He nodded and started to climb onto the table.

She reached down and slapped his ass with her open hand. He yelped and almost jumped onto the sticky table.

"I didn't hear you son," she said. "Did you have something to say to mommy?"

"Yes mother," he whimpered, "I won't make a mess again unless you say I can."

She rubbed the cream on him until he relaxed and told her he thought it was time to go home.

"Well, it may be time for you to go home. I have to go back to work, I will have to stay late because of having to come here to deal with you. Don't think I will forget about it either."

Amy patted his cheek and was out the door. She turned to head back to the bar when Lucinda came out of a room behind her. She ran up to Amy and pulled her in for a massive hug.

"You were absolutely brilliant," she gushed. "I have known Dom's with years of experience that don't have your touch, you're a natural at this. Let's go get a drink, you must be thirsty."

Amy just laughed and said, "Lucinda calm down, you're about to fly to the moon."

"Oh, I know. You don't know how happy you made me is all," she said tugging Amy down the hall.

"So, obviously you watched the whole thing?" Amy asked.

"Oh yes, we film every encounter in the private rooms. It avoids complications sometimes when people find out there is video evidence, especially with a newbie doling out the goods," confirmed Lucinda. "Did I mention you were brilliant in there?"

"If I hadn't been concentrating so hard, I think I could have come from a fingernail touching my pussy, this was an amazing experience," she told Lucinda.

Lucinda ordered drinks for them and said, "Well, next time you'll know more what to expect and can maybe take care of your own needs at the same time."

"You're assuming I'll be back," Amy said.

"Oh, not assuming, I know you will be back. I saw your face, you had nearly as much fun as your sub did," she said leaning over and kissing Amy's cheek.

Pam found them at the bar and asked Amy how her evening was going so far.

Lucinda told Pam, "Amy is a natural Dom. She had her first session and performed brilliantly. I can't wait to get her back for more."

Pam hugged Amy and told her how pleased she was for her.

Pam had just brought them their second drink when the doorman came in and handed Lucinda an envelope and whispered something in her ear. Lucinda smiled and nodded.

He turned to Amy and asked, "Are you enjoying your first night with us, ma'am?"

"Very much so, thank you for asking," Amy said smiling.

Lucinda opened the envelope and pulled out a note. She read it then handed the envelope to Amy saying, "This is yours, Amy."

Amy looked inside and found $10,000. Dumbfounded she said, "What the hell is this?"

"Well, if a sub is pleased with his Dom, they customarily leave a small reward with the doorman. There is a note too," she said passing it over.

Lucinda, please tell my Mommy I will be back a month from today. Tell her I'm sorry it's only this pitiful amount. I will make it up to her next time.

Love XOXO

"He left me all this money for beating him black and blue?" Amy said wonderingly.

"Well and for the humiliation too. Sometimes that's more important than the physical stuff. I told you that you are good at this."

"I didn't do it for the money you know," she told Lucinda.

"No but spend it in good health. You deserve every penny of that money. Now the question is, when are you coming back? Oh, don't look at me like that. For maybe the first time in your life you know exactly what you want and exactly who you are."

"If I know when you are coming, I'll have a special sub for you to discipline. One that needs a delicate hand and is very, very rich," she told Amy.

"How about you tell me what works the best."

"Give me your phone," she said holding out her hand. "OK you have my number. Call it now so I have yours. I will find out what works best for this sub and call you, probably in two weeks or so. Did you want to look around some more before you leave?"

Amy smiled and said, "No, I think I have found exactly what I was looking for already." She kissed Lucinda and made her way to the main room and the exit. She reached for her phone to call for a ride and was interrupted by the doorman. He informed her that an admirer had arranged for a limo to take her anywhere she wished to go.

As she settled in her bed, she relived the things she had done tonight. Her last thought before sleep took her was how good it would feel to use a bamboo rod to discipline someone.

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