Filthy Little Beast

Her demeanor would change then and the verbal abuse would start. She would shriek that it was a privilege to serve as an ashtray for a leather goddess! Just as my gag reflex would kick in she would cover my mouth and nose with her leather clad hand and command me to swallow "her divine gift". Once I would swallow her cigarette butt at least some of the taste would be gone. She would then keep her gloved hand over my mouth and nose and command me in a stern voice to smell her glove. "Smell mommies glorious leathers, smell the leather and smoke". As I would breath in the intoxicating odor of her leather glove she would tell me that I was an inferior male and born to serve and suffer.

She would order me to my feet next. I was to turn around and place my hands behind my back. She would put me into a set of leather cuffs, as tears would pour down my face.

Mother would strut across the room with an exaggerated bump and grind to pick up the strap She would pick up the black leather strap and make a show of slapping it into her gloved hand, The sound of the leather strap slapping against her leather gloved hand would always make me whine in terror. The sound of her seven-inch heels clicking on the floor would always be the last sound I heard before she would take a seat and pull me across her leather-covered lap.

Then it would start, she would bring the strap down across my buttocks with all her strength. After each devastating stroke with the strap I was required to say, "Thank you mother for the punishments I so deserve". She always gave me fifty whacks but if I failed to give her a proper thank you she would start again at one. As the strap would bite into my buttocks I would squirm. Every time I squirmed to try to wriggle out of the way of the vicious strap my little pee pee would rub on her soft, shiny kid leather skirt sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. By the time the strapping would end I would be sobbing uncontrollably but my little pee pee would be stiff.