I say YES! But under one condition...

You think about what life would be like, married to Chase. You'd have endless sex with this ripped adonis. You'd have tons of money and could travel everywhere and do anything.

But then what?

You think about what would likely happen. You and Chase, by yourself. Do either of you have enough discipline to be truly successful?

Do either of you have any discipline at all?

Aren't you both just a pair of children? Children who need guidance? Children who need someone to tell you what to do?

Someone who can provide the discipline you both need to stay on the straight and narrow?

"Chase," you say, "I have one condition before I will agree to marry you."

"Of course!" he says. "Anything!"

"We go back and apologize to your mother, and then we promise to obey her instructions."

"WHAT? NO!"

"You said 'anything'," you point out.

"Anything but that! She's a monster! She'll continue to punish you. You know that, don't you? And she'll withold sex, and she won't give us the key back. Maybe not ever. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I know that. But she provides the stern guidance that we need. Look inside your heart, Chase. You know that you've only ever gotten this far thanks to her."

Chase stomps around, swearing.

"You know it's true," you say to him.

He looks at you, glaring.

"Fine," he says, finally.

---

And so you go back to Mrs. Chamberlain, who accepts both of your apologies with grace and hugs.

"I know this must have been hard," she says. "But trust me, it is for the best."

"We trust and respect you," you say.

"And now for your punishment."

Your eyes shoot wide open.

"P-p-p-punishment?" you ask, stammering.

"Yes, my dear, punishment. By my count, there were 15 match points and two extra sets."

"Oh god..." you say, feeling week. But Chase rushes over and holds you up. You feel his hard cock pressing against your hip.

"Take off your dress and your bra."

You take off your cute tennis clothes. First, Mrs. Chamberlain bends you over but then has a more evil idea.

"Chase, darling, hold Miss Jennifer around the waist while I spank her."

Chase does as she requests. Your buns are sticking out, plump and pink, from the panty-cut-outs, with just some sickly green splotches from your last punishment session.

"Fifteen strokes," Mrs. Chamberlain says.

Chase holds you close as you are caned. Soon, you are sobbing in his arms and crying out with each stroke, the pain is so intense, raising bright-red stripes on your bottom.

Is that his hard cock? Can you feel his hard cock pressing against your side?

IS HE GETTING OFF ON THIS?

"And now your breasts," Mrs. Chamberlain says.

Obediently, you stand and present yourself. Mrs. Chamberlain has Chase stand behind you (now you can really feel is hard cock pressing into your sore bottom!) and he hold your wrists to your side, forcing you to thrust out your chest.

Mrs. Chamberlain takes careful aim and gives you four, searing, slices across your breasts. Each slice causes you to jerk and wriggle against Chase. You try to double over in pain, but he holds your wrists tight and you are **** to take it.

"Now Chase," Mrs. Chamberlain says. "Once the tournament is over, you will be rewarded with sex with Jennifer, but I do believe you deserve a reward now for winning the quarter finals. Would you like for Jenny to kneel down and to suck your cock?"

Oh god, suck Chase's cock? In front of his mother? Is this what you have come to?

You stare at her, and then stare back at Chase.

"That, uh... won't be necessary," he says, bashfully.

"What? You're turning me down??" you ask, incensed.

"No, it's just that..."

Just then you see a wet spot forming on the front of his pants.

Mrs. Chamberlain laughs.

"I guess Chase is taken care of, then," she says.

---

Chase triples down on his training and preparation, and then, two days later, he wins his semi-final match!

Things go NUTS. This is the first time an American man has even made it to the men's final in almost 2 decades (let alone win it). It's in the papers EVERYWHERE. Chase gets hundreds of interview requests. You are pressed into service managing the press and drafting public relations memos and answering questions, like "how is Chase spelled?"

Chase does his best to focus on the finals match, but it has just been too much. He ends up losing in four sets.

Still, it is the best showing by an American man in what seems like forever, and everyone is insanely happy. You find out later that all of Chase's coaches and support staff get big bonuses for the achievement.

And finally, finally! After you get two strokes with the cane across your breasts for the extra set (since Chase never lead in sets, there were no missed match points), Mrs. Chamberlain unlocks you and you spend a glorious night being fucked by Chase.

---

The two of you snuggle and fuck some more the next morning, but then it's back home where Mrs. Chamberlain locks you back into your chastity panties and now it's back to training for the Laver Cup in Berlin.

But there are only days before your deadline according to Mr. Hewitt's will, so finally you decide you have to talk to Mrs. Chamberlain in private.

"I have to marry Chase," you say.

"He doesn't have time," she says. "This is a critical period. He must build on this momentum. He could be #1 in the world a year from now."

"You don't understand," you say. "I have to marry Chase."

You explain the strange provisions of the will. You explain about the $1.2 billion inheritance that goes to your husband.

"Ohhhh..." she says, thinking hard. "Yes, I can see how that would be very advantageous."

You don't know how she does it, but somehow she does. At the same time that Chase is preparing for Berlin (which is just a month away), Mrs. Chamberlain arranges to have you married in a civil ceremony (you are unlocked for a single night afterwards for your honeymoon), then accompanies you to the Hewitt lawyer's with proof of the marriage, then arranges the investment of the 1.2 billion dollars reward.

You've won! You got married before the deadline!

---

Over the next year, Chase, through the careful guidance of his mother, rises to number 2 in the world. He wins several tournaments, but has not yet won a major.

With your money, Mrs. Chamberlain buys a large country house in Connecticut and has five tennis courts built. Two are inside a big warehouse-like building (hard and grass) and three are outside (hard, grass and clay). She hires three maintenance staff and one housekeeper to take care of everything and to make sure all of the house is kept clean, neat, well maintained and up to professional-tennis standards at all times.

Chase, of course, is astonished at all of this. Where did this money come from? Since his mother has Power of Attorney over all his affairs, he doesn't know about his inheritance.

Finally, Wimbledon. It's been 8 months. Chase has been rising steadily in the rankings.

And he wins.

---

"Well, now that Chase is the number 1 tennis player in the world, what should we do about you, Mrs. Jennifer Chamberlain?" Mrs. Chamberlain asks.

"Meee?" you ask, squeaking.

"Yes, you, my dear." She gives you a long, heartfelt hug. "If you'd like, I have a suggestion."

"Sure, what is it?"

"I think you should form a charitable foundation to spend all our money."

You think about this for a while.

"How much is there?" you ask.

"Just over 1.5 billion dollars."

"WHAT?" you ask, shocked. "So much? But I only inherited 1.2! And then there was all that tax to pay. And this house and the tennis courts! How is it so much??"

"Well, with his recent Nike deal, Chase is now earning over $100million per year..."

"Over a hundred million..." you gasp, feeling weak.

"And I made some good investments."

"Oh, gosh..."

"So? Does a charitable foundation sound like a good idea?"

You think about this for a while.

"Yes," you admit. "Yes it does. But it sounds like a lot of work. Where do I begin? How will I avoid making some big mistakes? It's a lot of money."

"I'm sure that you are more than up to the task. But would you like me to put you on a discipline schedule to make sure you perform to the best of your abilities?"

You do a quick intake of breath.

"A... a discipline schedule?"

"Yes, my dear. A discipline schedule. I think it might help ensure you remain humble and make the most of every dollar spent by the foundation."

"I see." It's almost as if you can feel the cane being applied to your bottom.

"Yes," you say. "Please."

---

And that's exactly what happens. You become the head of the "Chase Chamberlain" foundation and you start building sports centers for disadvantaged youths all over the world. This, coupled with athletic scholarships raises generations of young men and women to much higher achievements than would have otherwise been possible.

You change lives. Millions of lives.

And Mrs. Chamberlain is there every step of the way. She gives you and Chase the guidance and the discipline you both need to stay focused and motivated.

And spanked.

And horny. Always so horny!!!

You look over. Chase has had a particularly good workout and is looking for his reward.

Your mouth starts to water. It's time to suck his cock.

THE END

(Ending 7B)