Why reward her for being bad

Matt stepped into his 'bedroom' and grabbed a couple of ties he had back from the last time they'd visited Michigan and he'd been **** to dress up for church. He came back and told his mother to turn around and put her hands together behind her back.

She complied and he tied them snugly but not so tightly as to cut off her blood circulation.

"What... what are you doing."

"Get on your knees."

"You're my son. You can't be ordering me around."

"Until you can take responsibility for yourself, I guess someone else will have to do it."

"Oh." She got on her knees. "I don't know what you intend to do."

That made two of them. "One thing I'm going to do is make sure you don't do any more drinking without permission. Open your mouth."

"You're going to gag me?"

"You may not be a high school graduate but you're pretty smart."

"And you're going to spank me afterward?"

"That's what you want, isn't it. If you'd just asked me, I would have done it. But no, I'm not going to reward your behavior." He cut a hole in one end of the silk tie, looped the other end through it, and then put the noose over her head and into her mouth, tightening it behind her.

"This isn't much of a gag." Her words were distorted by the silk in her mouth but comprehensible.

He studied her. Her skin was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat covered her face. She was breathing hard and he was pretty sure a wet spot was expanding on the back of her skirt.

"It isn't really meant as a gag. It's a bridle. I'll just keep the other end in my hand and you'll follow me wherever I go. That way I'll be able to keep track of you and make sure you're not misbehaving. And, if you're good for the rest of the day, maybe I'll give you a spanking before you go to bed."

"But... but it's sick to want to get spankings. They have to be punishment for being bad."

"It isn't sick. What is sick is your father pretending that he's doing God's work when he's just enjoying his fantasies. You like to get spanked, I get that. A lot of women like that. I'm sure some guys do, too. You should give yourself permission to do what you enjoy rather than beat yourself up and self-sabotage so you don't have to feel guilty about getting sexual enjoyment."

"I couldn't want sexual enjoyment from my son. That would be sick."

"Sure, mother. Now I'm going to my bedroom to study. You can nap on the rug next to my bed."

Without letting her get off her knees, he led her toward his bedroom.

Which is when Karen opened the door. "What the hell is going on here."