Mom's powerful grasp shocked me. I was an adult guy and couldn't get up from her lap. It scared me how hopeless I felt. Maybe I was in a weird position, or perhaps I was weaker than I thought.

While I couldn't see it, I could sense mom's hand lifting and whoosh down on my behind. Her hand was a hammer, adamant on crushing everything under it. I screamed as her hand hit me through my jeans. Although I was wearing trousers, she slapping me felt like a rabid dog biting me in my bare butt.

"What the hell?" I shouted and tried jumping up. I found that while mom was only holding me over my waist, something else assisted her in holding me down. Izzie has held my legs from behind. She was smiling. Laughing at my struggle.

My mother reached around my jeans and unbuttoned the top. I grabbed her waist and pushed against her, sliding down on the floor. As she held my pants and underwear, I flipped around and lay face down with my naked butt in the air.

"Do you think I am finished?" Mom has knelt and grabbed my pants - which were at knees high - to swing me around. Then she continued hitting my bare ass. I reached forward and mindlessly grabbed Izzie's leg, probably hoping to climb out of this unbelievable pit of despair with the help of her pantyhose.

"Haha!" Izzie laughed and kicked my arms away. I cried up; my tears and mucus from my runny nose painted the tile they pushed my face against.

"Okay, enough. Get up!" I heard the angry voice. My bum was burning, and the tears in my eyes clouded my sight. Getting up into a sitting position was an agony.

"Haha!" Izzie cheered for my mom. Her laughter was the orchestra to my humiliation. "He has pissed on the floor!"

I smelled the ammonia coming from under me. My pool of piss spread across the dining room floor soaked my trousers. This all happened in less than a minute. My head was pumping with embarrassment; I was in a total mess.

"Get up!" Mom's authoritative voice boomed in my head. Like a military general barking an order for his troops to advance.

I have crawled on my feet. My head was foggy, and my legs were shaking from the spanking. Mom pushed me to the corner, where she ordered me to stare at the wall, pressing my forehead against the hard surface.

"Tell me, Izzie, did he ever have a chance with you?" Mom addressed the girl of my dreams, but I knew this was also her plan to drown me with humiliation.

"Haha, I mean, he could be a sweet boy. Buuuut, I am not really into sweet boys. I like men." Isabella played with her words as if she sat in a talk show.

"Then why the FUCK did you say yes?" I shouted, turning my head sideways and searching for her figure near the table.

Mom's hand was quick and powerful. She hit my bottom again, and I dropped on the floor crying.

"Crying men... pathetic," Izzie whispered under her nose, but I could hear all her words loud and clear. The date was a setup.