It's his mom

He recognises the stylish yet practical shoes and the feet that they contain right away. Not surprising really since they belong to his own mother.

"Starting early today are we Helen?" She says in a tone he usually associated with being grounded

However, when he manages to drag his bleary vision up to her face he sees that she is looking down at him with a fond smile. The smile vanishes as the older woman notices Helen looking at her replaced by an expression of stern reproach.

"Aw come on Mom" he complains "I'm just having a little fun..."

He never even sees the slap that stings his cheek and leaves his eyes watering.

"You will address me as Mistress!" she snaps "And stand when I enter the room or I will be **** to punish you like the disobedient little bitch you are."

"Yes... Yes, mistress" he stammers not knowing what else to say.

He scrambles to his feet not sure what to make of his mothers suddenly dominating attitude. She has always been a soft-spoken women, sweet even. He had no idea that she had it in her to be this strict. Swaying slightly he licked his lips and wonders what she has in store for him next....