Pleasure in suffering

Elijah went through the day in a haze, barely able to function in the office as his mind wandered back to the morning. His ass was still sore from the whipping "mommy"- or Lora gave him on their last date two days ago.

He squirmed all day yesterday at work and Lora was quite apologetic about it. She had a special cream which helped quicken the healing.

"I'll pick you up from work at six, Mommy's got a present for you." He got a text.

Elijah gulped, checking the time on the phone. Twenty more minutes. He quickly went through his reports and finished his tasks- he was a genius when it came to writing code- before realising it was now six twenty.

His phone flashed. "You're late," it said. And he immediately packed his things to leave.

"You're late," Lora scolded her boy who blushed as if he was caught doing something naughty. 

"Sorry Mommy," Lora leaned over to kiss him deeply, making him turn crimson. "I don't think my little Elijah's baby bottom is ready for Mommy for a long, long while."

"Still hurts," Elijah pouted.

"Oh hush, Mommy gave you an apology treat for that," she grinned as she began driving. Elijah was surprised how easily he was slipping into the role she wanted, a blushy boy infatuated with Mommy Lora.

Well...he had always been infatuated with Lora the popstar but this dynamic... Elijah was still not over the fact that they were dating for real now.

He wasn't particularly into many of the kinkier aspects of BDSM and indeed, he saw spankings as punishment more than pleasure. He was always teary-eyed and bawling at the end and while he enjoyed the aftercare, he only took it because he was far too enamoured by Lora to even think it through.

"Where are we going?" Elijah realised she wasn't taking the highway to her beachside mansion or taking him to his home town.

"To your new home," Lora tried not to smile as she saw his expression change from the corner of her eye. "Well, our new home. At least temporarily," she elaborated. "Camden Heights had a nice penthouse apartment that I liked so I decided to lease it for a year. It's just five minutes from your office too and I’ll pay the rent."

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"B-but," 

"It won't be fair to you...Lora."

"Elijah- you do realise that I'm worth over three hundred million right?" Lora snapped. "I can make up the rent for this place in a day- heck, I can buy it outright from a single concert. How much do you make in a year?"

"Enough to pay for myself," Elijah surprised himself at his words. He was never the confrontational type, one who stood up for himself. At work, he let everyone walk over him, and let his horrible boss take advantage of him without any protest. And on the first date with Lora he didn't even complain when she declared she was going to spank him, taking everything the fit powerful woman dished out.

And yet, now when she was offering to pay for his house... A nice pad which she agreed to share with him...

"I know I'm not the richest or the best person or boyfriend in the world...but I've always been able to take care of myself...and I don't want to change that."

“If you insist on paying rent..." She leaned close and whispered into his ear. "It's twelve hundred a month for your part."

Elijah shivered at her presence, her smell overloading his senses. "I...uh...don't make that much." His last apartment cost around a thousand a month and he was barely scraping by. "But...I suppose I could cut down on the Uber eats."

"I didn't mean money, boy," Lora nibbled his ear as she slid her hands over to his jeans, to his butt as she squeezed them. "One thousand two hundred crisp smacks on your bare bottom over mommy's lap till you're all sore and tender."

The elevator door dinged and Lora led her boy by his wrists into the apartment. It was big and beautiful and he couldn't take in any of it, Elijah's eyes clasped to the swaying hips of his Mommy. Lora unbuckled her belt and he heard the hiss of leather through her loops. "Mommy, please not the belt," he begged. He couldn't take twelve hundred with that!

"You will take twelve hundred with my hand," Lora walked over to her bed as she considered the logistics of his question. "Which comes to three hundred a week. I suppose the hairbrush could amount to three swats with my hand and the belt would be five. I've also bought a cane...which would be ten strokes of my hand, but the cane is for serious punishments."

Her words were so overwhelming that he couldn't focus on how amazing the bedroom was. Large and spacious with natural golden light cascading on Lora through the full wall glass panels. She has not decorated much so there was just her Emperor sized bed and she was sitting at the base of it, bent slightly forward to give him a small view of her cleavage.

"So...hundred with the brush, sixty with the belt and thirty with the cane," Elijah calculated.

"Yup, and it's due at the end of the week. Friday," Lora flashed her smile and made a come hither motion with her finger. She spread her legs before Elijah stood in front of her and began unbuckling his jeans.

"But I'm still getting spanked now?" Elijah asked sadly.

"You were late by twenty minutes," Lora reminded him as she pulled down his jeans and undies. "Hands on your head Elijah. And tell me why you were late." She grabbed her belt and placed it to the side.

"Had work to finish."

"Mm.. but you said when I called you for lunch that it would only take half an hour and you'll be done by four."

"I...was lazy," Elijah blushed. "Didn't start till five thirty."

"So you need to learn to manage your time," Lora patted her thigh. "Over you go cheeky little boy."

Elijah slowly positioned himself over her knee as Lora slid back, allowing him to rest his upper body on the bed with the belt ominously in front of him.

"We are going to be having a lot of discussions like this, baby boy," Lora began with quick flicks of her palm, smacking his fleshy round rump with a nice meaty snap echoing through the big room. "Mommy is going to mould you into my perfect boy and that means plenty of trips over my knee."

"Oooww I'm sorry Mommy!" It felt natural for Elijah to cry and call her that somehow. Her hand was experienced in getting to turn his butt to the candy apple shade she loved to see. She maintained a steady pace, focusing on his fleshy orbs which still had the pinkness and small welts from his last whipping.

"That's good. Let it out baby boy, Mommy's here. A nice cry over my knee is just what a bad little boy needs to turn into a good boy. I'm going to spank you for five minutes, okay? Take my spanking to be my good little boy?"

Lora's words made him blush! Elijah squirmed across her jeans and gave a cute nod of his head. "Yes Mommy," he mumbled. He grabbed the sheets as Mommy Lora began his punishment properly. She spanked slower but harder, her muscular arm rising high before cracking down against his exposed rear forming a handprint before she switched to his other cheek. As the clock ran down, the boy could feel the heat from his butt be unbearable as tears slowly began to flow from down his cheeks. Lora smiled around the four-minute mark when Elijah began kicking, his undies and jeans trapping those legs of his and preventing him from moving too much.

She picked up her pace, holding him close as she delivered about three dozen crisp smacks. "We're almost done," Lora cooed before the final punishing volley of spanks got her boy to really squirm and cry.

And just like that, it ended. Lora reached her hand down to feel his crotch and was pleased he was still soft. Spankings did not turn him on. She loved that. It meant he was taking it for her.  "Mommy's proud of you, come here," Lora cuddled him. She kissed away his tears as he hugged her back.

Elijah's face was very red by this point. "Sorry for being late," he told her.

"It's okay baby, I forgive you. A spanking means there's no need for any more guilt."

"Wasn't like that with my dad," Elijah said quietly. "He'd just beat me and still be mad."

"Well I'm not your dad, I'm your Mommy," Lora kissed him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "After every spanking, my Elijah will turn slowly into my perfect boy," she gazed into his eyes.