“Oh so NOW you WANT me to be your Mistress??” She laughed, “Isn’t it amazing how much a little time and some sex can change how a man looks at things?”

I blushed. “I just have never felt like you make me feel. That was true even before I actually got to know you other than from a distance.”

“Is that what you call it? Getting to know me from a distance?” she laughed, “You may have a future in politics as a spin Doctor. That is a very nice description change for describing spying on or peeking at a lady from hiding.”

“I really am sorry about that. I never meant to invade your privacy. When I first saw you I wasn’t trying to spy on anyone…it was just that as soon as I saw you I was captivated!”

She giggled, “Remind me to spank you later for lying to me.”

“I WASN”T lying, I am sorry and didn’t mean to spy on you at first!” I promised.

She reached over and caressed my presently limp but still on high alert soldier and cooed softly in my ear, “Now tell me the TRUTH little boy! ARE you sorry you were out there today and got caught?” She massaged my cock and waited for my answer.

I sputtered and then finally answered, “OK, I’ll remind you later to spank me again for lying.”

“I thought so. Do you want me to tell you a secret?”

“Yes Ma’am please.”

“You are going to be even LESS sorry by tomorrow night. Jack plays rough but she is an expert at making a man go crazy for her. She will make you laugh, cry real tears and then cum all in a matter of less than a minute. She knew even before I did that you were NOT going to jail. Don’t get me wrong, she was pissed when I told her that someone was spying on me. She actually understands special people like you better than I do. In the past because of her job and uniform she has attracted quite a few of her special admirers. She always brings them and shares with me. You are special to me because you are the first that came to us because you were attracted to ME.”

“I can’t believe THAT! Your sister is really pretty but she isn’t in the same league as you!” I told her sincerely.

She rolled over to face me and kissed me. “You are a very special boy!”

“I’m not really a boy! I’m not that much younger than you.”

“I love it!” she gloated, “Give a boy a little ass and he is immediately a full blown man! Has it occurred to you that I LIKE you being a boy. Men in general are such a pain in the ass!”

“That isn’t what I mean. I just don’t want you to write me off as a kid!”

“There is a lot of difference between you being a boy and being a kid Rocky. All men to some extent will always be little boys. Most become obnoxious little boys…testosterone driven overly aggressive caricatures of men until they are about 40. From about your age until then they are little boys trying to ACT like they think a man should act. A lot of them NEVER out grow that and grow up. Don’t be in a hurry Rocky, right now you are at that perfect place; innocent and yet not so innocent. A kid is a child and unless you are messed up children and sex don’t go together. You though are just inside this at a rather advanced age and it makes you a very special find Rocky, a man/child.”

She continued, “Tomorrow when Jack comes if you can resist the urge to be a man and let her see this you will be amazed at how it will affect the way she will treat you. If you are too much of a man it will mean that she will need to bring you under her control but if she sees the little boy in you as I have, she will instead wish to possess you and instruct you.” She laughed, “I can see that you don’t understand. I don’t guess that you could. Just be real and be yourself Rocky. Let your feelings out and let them lead you rather than trying to act like you might THINK you should.”

She sat up and got out of the bed. I started to follow her but she motioned me back into the bed. “Stay here rocky I will be back in a little while.”

I lay there alone and tried to understand what she had told me. Some of it made sense. I knew that I was…somewhat socially retarded in my development. In part it was because of my late blooming. Girls hadn’t actually gotten interesting until I was 16. My Mom also had a part in all of this. She still tried to treat me like a Baby and only in the last year have I been able to talk her out of checking my temperature rectally some time. She hadn’t been big on giving me enemas thank god. I only got one of her special cleanings once or twice a year at the most, but she WAS big on suppositories. In the fridge at home right now there were glycerin suppositories, those awful magic bullets, docalax suppositories and those big suppositories for nausea and fever! Mom thought it was CUTE that I got hard-ons now when she did enemas or the suppositories. She treated me like a baby…HER baby and would still walk in the room when I was on the toilet or taking a bath and want to talk or something. To her it was silly for me to be embarrassed! I had lied to Al about something else, Mom still spanked me!! Less than a month ago she had done it. I got home later than I was supposed to and she was WAITING for me. It was awful, she had worried so she made me strip and then actually spanked me three separate times with long “talks” in between about my behavior!

Al was gone for a long time. When she returned she was smiling. “I just had a long talk with Jack. She is off now and I asked her to come on over. We will have our own little slumber party!”

I looked at her and shivered, “I think you need to spank me now.”

“Because you lied and are actually glad you were caught today?” She grinned.

“Yes ma’am…that and something else too.”

She sat down on the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. “I think I sense a confession coming! Well it IS good for the soul little boy so what other lies have you told me?”

I looked away but she turned my face back to her and made me look at her. “I was scared earlier and panicking. When you had me over the chair…you know? You asked when the last time I was spanked…”

She laughed, “Oh that! I knew you were lying. You really need to be truthful Rocky. You are not a good liar at all! Judging from the way you react to being spanked I would guess that you are still getting them fairly often. How about the enemas Rocky? I didn’t ask when the last time you got one of those was. Well?”

“It has probably been six months. She only does it once or twice a year.”

“Tell it all to me Rocky…there is more to it. Be a good boy…tell me the truth.”

“I am an only child and my Dad was killed in a wreck when I was 9. I’m all Mom has and she just can’t accept that I am growing up. She treats me like a baby. She doesn’t allow locked doors and can’t understand why I need privacy. She doesn’t give me many enemas but she is always asking me when I went last was. If I haven’t gone for a day or more she…she shoves suppositories up my ass. Hell’s bells if I would let her she would like to still bathe me I think.”

Al laughed, “Rectal thermometer??”

“Yeah…yes ma’am she wants to use them and ALWAYS did until last year when I refused and threatened to move out…Now, most of the time she will use the other one.”

“A lot of things are making more sense now.” She patted me, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you pick your punishment for lying…Rectal temps and spankings or enemas again.”

“I…I can’t…”

“Sure you can Rocky. You pick or I do…In 5…4…3…2…”

“I can’t!”

“…1…0… I think I will do all three! First get on your tummy for a temp check. Then I am going to warm your bottom and check it again and then I am going to give you a big warm enema. I bet THAT will give you a temperature don’t you?” She got up and went to the bathroom. “Roll over and spread your legs Rocky!”

I rolled over and as I did I asked in a very quiet voice, “How long is it going to be before your sister gets here?”

“Why do you want to wait on her for this?”

“Actually I am hoping we will finish before she gets here.”

“Sorry Baby, she is on her way. We will be lucky if we finish your spanking before she gets here Rocky.” She spread my cheeks and the thermometer was slipped in.

“Are you going to tell her everything that I’ve told you?...About me and Mom…You know.”

She twirled the thermometer in my ass. Mom did that too and it drove me crazy. At least with Al I didn’t have to worry about hiding its effect on me. “I’ll tell you what Rocky. I won’t tell her tonight but anything you don’t tell her tonight I will fill her in on tomorrow. I’m afraid that Jack and I don’t hide much from each other.”

“I understand…Will you talk to her for me. I know that it was wrong for me to keep coming back to see you but I wouldn’t ever have told anyone or done anything but just look and dream. I don’t want her to stay mad at me.”

“We will talk to her Honey. You are a good boy. She may have to get it out of her system but if you will just be good like you have for me she will see that.” She twirled the thermometer a few more times and then worked it in and out a few times before pulling it out. She read it and commented, “What does your temperature normally run?”

“It always runs a little high. Anywhere from 99 to 99.5 is pretty normal.” I told her.

“I think that today’s special attentions have you running a little more than normal then. We will check it later and see.” She brought me over her lap and began to spank me with her hand. She wasn’t doing it hard but my ass was very tender. She just kept on doing it in the exact same two spots right on the crest of my butt cheeks. She alternated side to side but each swat was in the same spot. It became like a slowly spreading fire and I eventually began to beg her to stop and tell her I was sorry.

“You know what you need to do Rocky.” She kept spanking me. Jack must have come in some time during this but I wasn’t aware of her arrival and she said nothing.

“I’mm REALLY sorry!!” I won’t lie ever again!”

She slightly picked up the pace of her spanking and began swatting a little harder. “You were a bad little boy Rocky. You understand what that means and now you must take your punishment like a bad little boy.”

Something in me gave and I relaxed. I began to cry in earnest and the tears flowed like a river.