With spankings

"Okay, mother, that's enough."

"What?"

He walked around the car and opened her door for her. "Come on inside."

"Are you giving me orders?"

"Why yes I am. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Uh, I don't know that it's appropriate."

"I'm pretty sure it is. Now inside. I already explained to you that my decisions brought you this great new job. If you won't listen to reason, perhaps you'll listen to something more forceful."

"Oh. Oh my."

She slid out of the car giving him a quick upskirt view then climbed the stairs to their above-garage apartment.

He followed her inside then pulled a chair from the table and sat in it. "Okay, take off your pantyhose."

"But... sir--"

"Are you really going to dispute my instructions."

Karen wandered in from behind her bedroom screen wearing a pair of panties and bra. She grinned when she saw her mother tugging on her hose.

"Mom naughty again? Did she screw up the job interview?"

"No, she got the job. And then she was ungrateful."

She made tisking noises with her tongue. "Oh, mother. You have to learn not to be naughty and to be properly respectful of your son. He is your master now that your husband has left you. You know that, right?"

"That's ridiculous. We live in the twenty-first century. We don't have that master stuff any more."

"Really? And that's why you like it when your daddy spanks you, right?"

"That's different."

"I don't think so. Now get those panties off and bend over Matt's knees."

Matt halfway expected his mom to simply go to her bedroom. Instead she bent to take off her shoes. "Leave those on," he said. "Just drop the hose to your ankles."

"Yes, sir."

She approached him with the tiny steps that were all the hose allowed then pulled up her skirt and lay across his lap, her hair draping on the floor and her ass directly before him. "I'm sorry, sir. My ingratitude was inexplicable. I hope you'll forgive me after you punish me."

"Let's worry about the punishment before we consider forgiveness," Matt said.

His mom's ass was still pink from her earlier spanking but apparently she hadn't learned anything. Matt had, though. "Go get me a hairbrush," he commanded his sister.

"Of course... master."

She brought back the brush and handed it to him, then bent to whisper in his ear. "Have her spread her legs a little. I want to watch her get wet."

He nodded then simply pushed his mom's legs apart as far as the pantyhose around her ankles allowed them to spread.

He spent a minute stroking the back of the hairbrush across her ass, sliding it along the curves of her buttocks and into the crack, then bringing it down to her thighs. Then he turned the brush over and repeated the stroking with the bristle side.

His mother whimpered although he knew he wasn't hurting her. She was sensitized to his touch and anticipating the spanking that soon would follow.

"Such a slut," Karen said in a stage whisper. "Look how wet her cunt has gotten. She's dripping on your jeans."

Matt nodded. It was time.

He brought the hairbrush down on her ass, wood-side first. It made a nice smacking sound and his mom whimpered... not with pain but with erotic sensation. He repeated the move, giving her ten swats on each cheek. Then he gestured to Karen to grab his mom's cheeks and pull them apart.

"What are you doing, Matt?" his mom asked.

"Call him 'master,'" Karen instructed. "And he'll do what he needs to to discipline you."

Matt flipped the brush over, bristle side down, and gave ten swats across the center of his mom's ass as Karen held the buttocks apart to give him access to the soft flesh of her inner cheeks.

"Now mom," Matt said, "do you have any more complaints about my behavior."

"No."

"No what?" Karen demanded.

"No, master."

"Correct. Now I have an idea."