Heather wants more training

Billy was surprised to be approached by his mother the following morning, asking him to give her another boxing lesson. He could tell she was enjoying the dominance over her once-undefeated son, but he hadn’t expected her to want to learn more.

“You’re… not mad about the other night?” Billy asked, notably concerned. Heather waved off his question.

“Come now Billy, of course not. I already punished you for that.”

Billy gulped. “Well… I don’t know…”

Heather smirked. “What? Don’t you have anything left to teach me?” she teased. “Is boxing super basic, or did I just punch all the technique out of that fragile little head of yours?”

The sudden shift in attitude took Billy by surprise. He had thought being made to kiss Heather’s ass was a result of her being a bit tipsy, but the way she was just fucking /mocking/ him right now made him think differently.

“I know nobody else has ever knocked you out before, sweetie - but I hadn’t realized it would turn my brave boy into a coward.”

“F-Fine!” Billy gave in to her taunts and provocation. “Fine. I’ll teach you some more. We can just do it bareknuckle, I… I don’t want to go get all the equipment.”

Heather raised an eyebrow.