Extreme Measures - Part 1
A young, single mother desperately tries to regain control over her hyperactive 9-year-old...
"WILLIAM ELIAS MARSHALL!!" The mare, sort of haggard and disheveled looking, shouted as her spastic 9 year old son knocked over the hat rack, umbrella stand, garbage can, AND a chair as he sped through the living room and kitchen on his way outside. "Dear lord, save me... what am I going to DO with that child??" She brushed a bit of her dark chocolate mane out of her eyes again, and redid her scrunchie to hold it back, and set to picking up his umpteenth mess of the day. "What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?" She thought out loud, as was often her thinking in this scenario.
She was actually right in thinking it though, as she had never done anything to deserve such a huge streak of bad luck like she had had. Firstly, she had gotten pregnant her final semester of studying to be a registered nurse, and ended up getting married to her stallion just after graduation, just barely starting to show signs of pudgieness under her wedding dress. Will, or Billy to his friends, was born a few short months later, and for the first four years of his life, all was good. But as said, his mother had the bad luck in spades, and her husband had re-enlisted, and was killed in the war while trying to save a fallen comrade. Billy's mom, who went by Mrs. Eileen Marshall, had dealt with the issue as best she could, moving back home for a better job, and ease of family access, as her mother lived here and her sisters and mother-in-law lived in about 30 minutes in opposite directions. After his dad's death, Billy had been slowly progressing in misbehavior from near-angelic, to downright disrespectful nowadays.
Today was actually a light day for him, as she hadn't actually lost her mind enough to spank his rump and lock him in his room yet, but considering that she had just come home from a hard day of work not but an hour and a half before, she was seriously beat. When Billy came back in to announce that he and a couple friends had wanted to spend the night at one of their houses, Eileen half-enthusiastically agreed, and was suddenly thankful for the opportunity to rest her eyes.
About a half hour later saw her twitching awake in her chair, and she rubbed her forehead. Eileen had always had a decent report with her mother-in-law since Billy was born, and now, for the first time in a while, she saw an opportunity to talk to her face to face, and took it. She hauled ass, literally going as fast as she safely could, to her mother-in-law's house, and upon reaching it was greeted with the usual hugs, kisses on the cheek and a cup of much needed coffee. Her mother in law, a Paint mare of good stock, and who was pushing into her late 60's, was a mother of two, one of either gender, Eileen's husband being the elder. They reminisced and shot the breeze for a bit, before Kara, in all her infinite wisdom, finally stopped the nonsense and asked her the fated question.
"What's troubling you so badly that you have to come see me, Eileen? You look positively ragged..." She leaned her chin on one hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and half-smiled.
"Well..." Eileen breathed deeply, as this was going to take a good bit of explaining. "Okay, Kara, it's Billy. He's been getting steadily worse behaved since Arthur died, and its getting so bad that even if I spank him it doesn't even phase him. I've got three weeks worth of moving shifts coming up, and if this behavior problem doesn't change, I'll lose my mind, my job, or both! My mother and sisters don't have any boys to offer advice from, and although it seems a little odd, I figured that maybe you had some advice from raising Arthur..." She looked down at the floor, exhausted and ashamed, but then looked up in shock as Kara laughed a bit.
"I always told him this was going to happen, that Arthur. It sounds like your little Billy is just like his father was at that age, a real hell-raiser and mess-maker. Am I right?"
"Y-yes that's it... but I can't believe it! Arthur, my Straight-laced stallion, was a troublemaker? I can't picture it."
"Ah, that's because he'd been broken of those bad habits years before he even met you, my dear. I saw to that, and if you'd like, I'll let you in on the secret our family has passed down for generations from mother to mother on how to make little boys into perfect gentleman later in life."
"Well, if it's what you did for Arthur, I'd be more than obliged for the advice..." Eileen sounded extremely relieved to finally have a chance to rein in her seemingly uncontrollable child.
"Well, then look here." Kara reached into her big Bag of things she kept by her chair in the den, and pulled out a few things, but didn't show them to Eileen just yet. "See, this is a situation that calls for extreme measures, and you have to be willing to go the whole nine yards on this one. This also can't get out that you are doing it, because in most cultures, it is highly frowned upon, and even illegal in our case." She then pulled from her lap a pair of ping pong balls and a small sock. She placed the balls into the sock and held it dangling for Eileen to see. "If you knew my Arthur like I do, and I'm sure you know him better, this shape will look very familiar."
"Wh-wha..." Eileen took a few long, unsure moments to realize what the elder was suggesting, and she looked at the older mare quite confusedly. "You're... you're telling me to punish Billy's t-..." She nearly choked on the word in its current connotation, "...testicles?"
"I told you, Eileen, extreme measures. You are a nurse; you know the most physically vulnerable part of the male anatomy is their balls. You also have the advantage, being a Nurse, of knowing exactly how much damage and pain any given part of the body can take." She gave her daughter-in-law a stern, motherly and all-knowing look.
"W-well..." Eileen was hesitant, but, she had married her Arthur, and this WAS his mother talking... So after a few moments of bracing herself in silence, she nodded and spoke again. "Okay, Kara... what do I do?"
"Good," Kara smiled lightly, "Now, listen very closely." She held up the makeshift ballsac between them, and instructed her on what to do. "Take this hairbrush in one hand, your main hand preferably, and encircle the base of his sac with your other hand, thumb and forefinger, and then pull downward, taut against the skin, leaving your other fingers opened as far as you can." She watched and nodded as she did exactly what she was told. "Now, it's all about inflicting the desired amount of pain within a safe damage limit. I'll leave it to you to determine just how much force you should use, as it's different for each boy and each mother." They both nodded a bit before Kara spoke again. "Now, after you punish him, it's of the utmost importance to stress to him that you love him very much, and that you only punish him because he does bad things. After a few sessions of this, he'll be a reformed boy, but you can take it as far as you want, and keep punishing him for things you are displeased with. Bad grades, un-permitted masturbation, not eating his vegetables, or even cursing, it all falls down to how well-behaved you want him."
After that, Eileen thanked her mother-in-law for the advice, enjoyed a brief dinner with her, and hurried back home, falling asleep peacefully for the first night in ages.
The next morning, around 10, Eileen woke up and fixed herself a good breakfast, and reflected on her decision to follow Kara's advice. Billy wasn't due to be home for another two hours, so Eileen thought it best to prepare some things for the eventuality of him acting up. Being so well rested on her day off, Eileen would be able to catch him in the act of the first one, and calmly lead him to his room for what was assured to be a very interesting moment for the both of them. She spent the next two hours putting an ice-pack in the freezer, and picking an appropriate punishment instrument, deciding finally on a Ping-pong paddle, which she emblazoned his name on ominously with black Magic Marker. She also looked up testicular injuries in her medical source books and such, doing her homework before the real work began.
Sadly, she didn't have to wait very long for Billy to get home and resume where he had left off, because within 20 minutes of him being through the door, he had broken a glass. Eileen fumed quietly as she summoned him back.
"William Elias Marshall, you get over here and pick up this glass you've just broken!" She harrumphed and pointed calmly at it, then added a few seconds later. "Then, I want you to go to your room and wait for me there. Understood?!"
"Yeah yeah, ma, I'm going..." He replied smarmily, and tossed the glass's broken remains in the trash. What little did he know...
After a moment of steeling her nerve, Eileen grabbed the icepack, the paddle, and walked to her son's room, locking the door behind her, and depositing the key in her back pocket. She looked at her son, who was looking almost obnoxiously cute in his little shorts, with his tail bunched up in a bundle of bands, and muscle shirt, and stood there watching something outside the window with a bemused look on his face.
"Alright young man, shirt and shorts off. You're getting punished." She tried her best to look threatening but only managed stern as he jumped a little at the nearly barked command. He was used to this routine, she thought to herself, but what she would say next was going to throw him for a real loop, as she saw his briefs exposed now. "Those too, young man, and then get over here and bend over my left knee, facing the wall behind me." She sat down, and held up the paddle, the ice pack sitting a foot or so to her right.
"Uh... o-okay..." Billy hadn't been spanked in the bare in ages, so his voice wavered, but when he saw the semi-pathetic implement in her right hand, he simply stripped off his underwear, and quickly bent himself over her knee, hands flat on the bed behind her.
Now came the moment of truth, and Eileen knew it, so she gave him one final instruction. "You try to squirm away, and you're gonna get more, you hear?" However, she was merely distracting the boy, because as he answered, she slid her left paw down between his thighs, and looped her finger and thumb around his young scrotum, then pulled it taut, as she was told. Before even she knew what she was doing almost, her right hand had flung itself down and delivered an unexpected swat that caught both of his young testicles flush on, but he neither spoke, cried out, nor moved. She thought, mistakenly, that she had not used sufficient force, so she positioned her hand back again, and delivered a swat just ever so slightly harder.
Billy's mind was a vortex of emotions and pain now, and his stomach turned upside down on the second hit. The first one must have been a mistake, he had thought, but then she hit his balls again, and white dots sparkled in his vision. He found all the strength gone from his legs, but he groaned out loudly and struggled with his arms as best he could, feeling rather ill at the moment. A third jolt of pain from his young, unabused nuts shot him right back into reality, and now he was in gut-wrenching agony. He couldn't move very well, as his body stopped responding somehow, but he now bawled and wailed in mixed terror and pain as his mother targeted, with unforgiving accuracy, his most tender of vital points.
Eileen was adrift in her thoughts, and her mind wandered to her mother-in-law, and somehow, as she continued the punishment, she pictured them in this position in the distant past, and it stirred something in her gut that refused to go away. Meanwhile, she let her hand fly, unerringly, away for a fourth, and now a fifth time, looking back down at her son's exposed, helpless testicles, which were beginning to show signs of slight swelling, and had also become quite hot in her paw from the nice red tan she had given them thus far. Five more to go, she thought, and it felt in her mind like she was actually enjoying this...but she brushed that thought away quickly as she moved on.
All the color had faded from Billy's face, and he lay there, wailing in unabashed agony, his testicles already lit up like Christmas trees in his mind, and in the back of his mind, he worried that his mom was aiming to break them, which somehow renewed his fighting spirit, and after the sixth brutally painful swat felt like it had stabbed him in the back of the throat, he unwisely pulled himself toward the wall, which only caused him further pain in his immobilized balls. After the seventh stroke fell, Billy fell still again, too tired to fight on, and in too much debilitating pain to try to move himself. Even his voice had failed him, and now he just cried out for a moment after every strike.
Eileen felt that odd feeling of enjoyment, as well as that weird feeling in her gut, grow a bit more with every passing strike. This eighth blow was no exception, and as her son's cries became no more than brief yowls of anguish, she heard herself say what she was thinking before she had actually finished thinking it.
"Five more for struggling!"
She had heard herself say it, and could still barely believe she had said it. Five more? On top of the two he had left? She WAS enjoying this! She tried to validate herself in her mind quickly before going on: It was for the greater good, he needed an extreme measure implemented to make sure he got the message, and it was the first time in several months he had actually shed tears from his punishment. She shrugged, and looked back down, and delivered two more swats to her son's obviously swollen balls in very quick succession. She then delivered the final 5 with a bit less strength, but in very short spaced breaks. In the time it took to swat him and say "One Mississippi" in her head, her hand was swinging back again for the second, then the third, then the fourth, and finally the fifth of his additional punishment. She then helped him lie on the bed, and picked up the ice pack. On a second thought, she decided against giving it to him, just to let the message sink in a bit better. She kneeled beside his bed and stroked his shoulder, cooing soft "I love you"s amid her quiet explanation she had been taught.
Billy, however, was blind, deaf, and mostly dumb at the moment, with his paws glued tightly to his crotch, but only loosely cupping his paws around his aching boyhood. He was exhausted already, and after a few more minutes of silent weeping and weak whimpers, he passed out, falling deeply asleep with his paws clutching his aching nuts. Eileen noticed he had fallen asleep, and tucked him in, kissed his cheek, and went off to fix herself lunch.
All through the rest of that afternoon, even after Billy woke up an hour or so later, that odd feeling remained in Eileen's lower stomach, remaining even through Billy's half-impudent, half-pathetic gazes of anger and disbelief in her direction, but he remained fairly well behaved the rest of that afternoon. Finally, it was about time for bed, for them both, and as Eileen stripped in front of her mirror, her hand passed over her crotch, and froze. She slowly reached up and touched herself... and it felt good. So good, in fact, that she pulled her finger away a moment later, moistened. Had there not been the sounds of a tantrum erupting from Billy's room at that very moment, she would have probably stood there and watched herself masturbate in the mirror. As it was though, she picked up the paddle, and even with her sex tingling from arousal, she marched off to her son's room.
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As I warned, this is the story I wanted NO ONE to read. <.< But, if you read it, and liked it, then hey, please, leave me some feedback! <3