"... making my mother feel uncomfortable"

It was the first thing that came to your mind. Fair enough, your mother helped out quite a lot with the frequent stares at the woman that were filled with so much hate, you feared she would melt from it.

Aileen froze in her movement. "B-but... please! You said I could go. Please, I am already late, my son is in kindergarden and I have to pick him up, could you please let it pass just this once, I am begging you!" She plead. Thinking back, the first time you said you'd punish her, she was very accepting of it, so why was she this hysteric now?

"I punish you to a fine of 50$. Pay them to me." You say, not having the time to think of anything else really. You are mostly just experimenting at this point.

Aileen sighed. "Of course. Cash or do I transfer it to a bank?" She asked, sounding defeated as if her protests just became useless. After instructing her to hand it to you in cash and receiving it, you face your mother.

"Do you believe her now?" You ask, somewhat smirking, just to get a response you really didn't expect.

"John, I have no idea why that woman is handing you money, just because you told her to, but truth being told, if it gets her out of the house as well as make you a little less relying on my money, I ain't gonna complain!"

"B-but... you heard how I punished her, right? I punished her..." Your mother raised an eyebrow at your words.

"Do you... want to tell me she is your sugar mommy? And this is how you come out with it? Your fetish lifestyle?" Okay where the hell did that come from? Sure, your first attempt to rationalize the entire thing was to consider yourself crazy, so you were not one to blame your mother for finding a rationalisation herself. But your mother herself has just a few minutes ago stated that the knowledge about the Global Punishment Manager was 'common knowledge' that she taught you herself. And she heard, and reacted to Aileen telling her that you were that Manager. So how could her mind not put two and two together? Was she hallucinating things too? Or maybe you still were, and Aileen said things differently after all. There was only one way to find out.

"Mom... I never met her before today in my life. I am the Global Punishment Manager, I got a letter that said so earlier today. I threw it away after reading it, but if you want I can..." You didnt need to say any other word as your mothers eyes went wide in shock and her mouth fell open and she sank down on the couch.

"I am so stupid. Sorry, John, please forgive me! I don't know what came over me not to realize it. Of course you are the GPM! Why else would you have the power to punish this woman?" She gestures to Aileen who, apparently to escape further punishments, had taken the time and already left the living room. You didn't care much, since your mother now believed you and thereby confirmed that it was indeed on her mind that had the error and not yours... Or yours added a new layer of hallucination, you still weren't 100% certain of your own sanity. On a whim, you decide to use the situation that offered herself to you now by stating clearly.

"Mom... no, Erin Doe, I punish you for not believing me. Your punishment is that you must answer all my questions and only tell the truth if I ask you something." With that you can fill in that 'common knowledge' that you were missing. Also, the way bigger questions like how something like this even became common knowledge or the more appropriately short form of 'The fuck is going on?'.

"I understand, I am sorry for doubting you, I won't do it again." Score! Now let's get some straight answers!

"Okay, so what is the Global Punishment Manager? Since when is that a thing? And who can I punish? And for what?" You start asking the basics of what she apparently accepted as being your power. "I made Aileen give me 50 bucks, could I have made her give me more? What are the limits I can demand?" You unload a barrage of questions onto your mother.

Your mother took the long hook and started in the very beginning. According to her the position exists for over 100 years already and was agreed on by every government on the world. She elaborated on how it came to the creation and how there was a 'need for a GPM' but you only cared halfly despite having asked. It was very obvious to you that the history your mother just talked about was not the one you knew from the history books from school. This one was way better. Well, for you, since you had gotten the job, but for anyone else it probably was either exactly the same as before, or worse if they had to be around you.

As your mother got into the details of what you can do, it confused you quite a bit, but you decided not to ask further. Limits like 'only punish woman' or '18+' reaffirmed your first thought as you had read the letter promoting you. It sounded like porn. A very bad thought as you noticed yourself getting a hard one in front of your mother. You quickly turned to hide it from her.

Images of what you could do now flooded your head already, though. Going from punishing woman into giving you cash for all your expenses for the rest of your life, up to making them into your cumdumps. You would, being the good son you are, naturally also make sure your mother would get her fair share of the cash you would earn from this, you thought.

A picture of your mother flashed in your mind, the tattoo 'punish me' on her chest like she had it this morning. That's right. Whoever gave you this position also did something to your head to **** you to use this power too. So there was way more at play than just some government. And worse, they did not seem to think you should cut your family some slack, given how often you saw the words pop up and for what reasons it all had appeared.

"Mom..." you begin and she looked at you expectingly. You are not sure what you want to say next. Will you add another punishment? Ask her some more? Reveal those pictures in your head?