conditioning

Your mother stops smacking your ass with the belt. She walks around the table and kneels down in front of you, putting her harsh and sadistic face in front of your tear streaked one.

"This is for two reasons ... there are two things you need to learn. The first is that nasty little boys shouldn't touch themselves like that if they want to be men, real men. The second is that you shouldn't spy on your mother like you do. You shouldn't spy on women like that. I just want to teach you."

She stands back up, and runs her hand down your back, and back up it again. You struggle a little, but can't get out of the table. Your mother sighs.

"I tried to raise you kids well ..." she pauses. "So ... to correct my errors, you will do two things right now. You will touch yourself. And you will look at me."

You look up, and see that your mother has dropped her nightie to the floor, and is rubbing herself with her free hand. "Touch yourself, you little shit," she mutters. You drop your head, and put your hand on your dick. "No! Keep looking at me." You look back up, and watch your mother's now moist fingers move across and in and out of her pussy. You slowly begin to stroke your erect cock. Just as you start getting in to it, almost without warning, your mother brings the belt down on your ass again, stinging the already sore skin to an almost unbearable degree.

You stop masturbating, and cry out. "No!" your mother screams. "Keep touching yourself." She steps forward, so her moist pubic area is inches away from your face. She waits until you are erect again, then thwacks you again. This continues.