Discipline at the Strict Mothers' Meeting    by Prim

"Cassie and Renee have brought their sissy sons to entertain us today," said Agnes, chairing the meeting of Strict Mothers. "That's Fredrick in the lemon dress, and it's Alayne in the pink blouse, and don't the pair of them look ridiculous?" "Yeeesss!" came the universal reply as nearly a dozen women approved of other women besides themselves bringing their sons up as weak and cooperative little girls. "They're so docile, aren't they?" she continued, "as they should be for the women in their lives. Shall we get them over the stools so that we can hear them begging for mercy and promising to be forever obedient and submissive?" "Yeeesss! I'll fasten this one." "Me too!" "Can I have a turn at caning?" "Let's smack them over our knees afterwards." One of the things which made Strict Mothers so attractive to women was the sense of togetherness in feminizing and punishing their males that they all enjoyed. In no time they had the two whinging youths bent over and secured in place ready for their punishments. "Mommy," bleated Fredrick as he tried hopelessly to wriggle on his frame, "I want to go home. Please don't let the Ladies smack me, pleeeeeeeease!" If only he knew. It wasn't going to be as soft and pleasant as a little spanking: this was real punishment, at the hands of women who believed in what they were doing when they had a man's bare ass at their mercy. WHACK! - SMACK! - SLAP! - THRASH! The pain was biting and incessant, the sissies cried out with anguish and dread, and the women enjoyed the upsurge of those wonderful feelings of dominance and superiority. Mother's educating and forming their sons to become properly feminine and inferior to women. Inevitably they pulled up their skirts and pushed their hands down their panties so that their finger could find those eager clits and work at them with the thrill of woman-power. "That's right, Girls," cried Doris, out of breath and ready to sit down with the others. "Show each other your pleasuring, but can someone take over from me so that I can get my hand down my panties. This is the high point of my week as far as sexual pleasure goes." The women giggled and two mothers immediately volunteered. Because as they all knew, the thing that outdid masturbating your clitoris at Strict Mothers was to be one of the women wielding those canes and hearing the sexless boys yelping and squealing and crying out for you to stop. If it got too much it was an easy matter to fill the little dears' mouths with nice big ball gags.

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