A Very Naughty Boy for Mummy
# Mummy's Bad Little Boy The lamp lamp cast a soft, golden glow across the room, illuminating the timber bed head and the table that held An assortment of toys only fit for a very very bad boy. Leo lay on his back, the crisp white sheets c
Chapter 1
The lamp lamp cast a soft, golden glow across the room, illuminating the timber bed head and the table that held An assortment of toys only fit for a very very bad boy. Leo lay on his back, the crisp white sheets cool against his skin. The thick, padded nappy around his hips felt both foreign and strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the rapid beat of his heart.
Maya stood over him, to Leo she was a vision wearing her favourite oversized t-shirt and simple white panties that he envisioned as starting to moisten at the thought of punishing such a bad bad boy. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her blue eyes, usually so playful, now held a glint of authority. The faint smell of her favourite perfume lingers in the air and he loves that smell also and if Leo closed his eyes he imagined kissing her neck and inhaling her heavenly scent. He knew what was coming.
"You've been very naughty, Leo," she murmured, her voice a low, melodic command. Her fingers, tipped with crimson polish, traced the line of his jaw, then drifted down to toy with the topmost tape of his nappy. "Mummy doesn't like naughty boys who don't listen."
He shivered, a flush creeping up his neck. His own blue eyes were wide, fixed on her full lips as she spoke words that sent a jolt straight to his core & his now growing erection. He was completely exposed, utterly vulnerable in his infantile state, and the power she held was an intoxicant.
With practiced ease, she produced a set of restraints. "Since you can't be trusted to be good on your own," she whispered, leaning close so her scent enveloped him, "Mummy will have to make sure you stay put."
She took his wrists, her touch firm but not unkind, and secured them to the bed above his head. The soft bonds were a promise, not a punishment. His submission was a gift, and she was about to unwrap it.
Chapter 2
Holly leaned closer, the silk of her robe brushing against his chest. Her gaze was unwavering, a blue flame in the soft bedroom light. Her fingers rested on the top tape of his nappy, a silent threat and a promise. Her voice was a low, husky whisper that coiled in the air between them. “Tell Mummy the truth now. Have you been a very bad boy?”
Leo’s throat was dry. He swallowed, his cock twitching against the thick padding, a traitorous pulse of excitement. “Yes, Mummy,” he breathed, his voice thick with shame and arousal. “I’ve been so naughty. I’m sorry.”
A slow, knowing smile touched her full lips. “Poor little thing. All worked up from being so wicked. Mummy will have to punish you, but first, you need to be settled.” She lifted up her t-shirt on one side, exposing her small, but perfect breast, her nipple a hard, dark peak against her pale skin. She cupped one, her thumb stroking the taut nub. “A bad boy needs his milk to calm down before his proper punishment.”
She leaned over the bed, her breast hovering just above his mouth. The scent of her skin, clean and subtly floral, filled his senses. He strained against the restraints, his lips parting in anticipation. With a gentle pressure, she guided her nipple to his mouth. “Drink for Mummy.”
He latched on, his mouth closing around the soft flesh and the rigid point of her nipple. A soft, guttural sound escaped him as he began to suckle, a primal rhythm that sent waves of heat crashing through him. There was no milk, but the intimacy of the act was the real nourishment. His tongue circled the hard bud, worshipping it, his apology and his deviance all conveyed in each pull. He could feel her sharp intake of breath, the slight tremble in her thigh where it pressed against the crib. Her fingers tangled in his brown hair, not guiding him now, but holding him there, a silent acknowledgment that his punishment was her pleasure, too.
When she finally pulled away, her nipple was slick and gloriously erect. A string of saliva connected his lips to her breast for a moment before breaking. She looked down at him, her blue eyes dark with dominance and desire. His own need was a visible ache, straining against the white diaper. The real punishment was only just beginning.
Chapter 3
Holly’s smile was a predatory curve of crimson as she admired her work. His lips were still wet from her breast, his cock a rigid line straining the soaked front of his nappy. “Such a messy boy,” she tutted, her voice a low purr. From the bedside table, she retrieved a soft black ball gag, its leather straps dangling from her fingers. “We can’t have you disturbing the neighbours during your punishment, can we?”
He shook his head, a desperate, eager motion, his eyes locked on hers. He opened his mouth obediently, and she fitted the rubber ball between his teeth, the strap clicking securely behind his head. The gag muffled his breathing, turning it into ragged, desperate puffs of air. He was utterly silenced, completely at her mercy.
Her hands went to the tapes of his nappy, peeling them back with a crisp ripping sound. The humid, musky scent of his arousal filled the small space between them. She folded the damp garment away, exposing him fully to the warm air. His cock stood taut against his stomach, glistening at the tip. His balls were drawn up tight with need.
“Time for a clean bottom, little one.” Her palm connected with his bare backside in a sharp, stinging smack that echoed in the quiet room. A muffled grunt escaped the gag. She delivered several more, each one a bright burst of pain that made his hips buck and his cock jump. Then, her touch transformed. Her fingertips feathered over the hot, sensitized skin, drifting lightly across his anus.
The effect was electric. He arched his back, pushing his hips upward, shamelessly offering himself, begging without words for her to breach him. A low, hungry sound vibrated in his throat. Her fingertip circled the tight ring of muscle, applying the faintest pressure before pulling away.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Bad boys don’t get that privilege until Mummy says so.”
She reached for a wet wipe, the cool cloth a shock against his heated skin. She meticulously cleaned his thighs and stomach, avoiding his throbbing cock until last. Finally, she tossed the wipe aside and lowered her head. Her tongue, flat and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from the base of his shaft to the leaking tip. He cried out against the gag, his body bowing off the bed. She took him into her mouth, her lips forming a tight, wet seal. Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning him with obscene thoroughness. She sucked gently, drawing another pearl of pre-cum from him before pulling off with a soft pop.
“So clean now,” she murmured, her own breath coming faster. She quickly unfolded a fresh, white nappy and slid it beneath his hips. But she did not fasten it. Instead, she knelt over him, her weight on his thighs, and guided his slick, spit-shined cock toward the damp heat of her pussy, letting the tip just barely press against her entrance.
Chapter 4
Leo wondered what his punishment would be would there be more teasing or was mummy as eager to start punishing now as he was? He didn’t have to wonder for long as Maya lowered herself onto him with agonizing slowness, her pussy stretching around his thick cock. A guttural cry tore from his gagged mouth as her wet heat enveloped him completely. She rode him with deliberate, grinding motions, her inner muscles clenching around his length with each downward stroke.
Her hands braced against his chest, then tight around his throat so he knew she meant business. Her fingers digging into his skin as she established a relentless rhythm of bouncing her hips up and down while he watched drooling a little due to the gag which he knew he would need when the time came to explode into his hot sexy mummy. The slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by his muffled moans and her sharp, panting breaths. She moved to a more comfortable straddling position and grabbed the bed head to brace herself for the onslaught on marks cock as as she slowly and deliberately begins to grind back and forth on his hardness fully inside her now Leo could see between beads of sweat rolling down his forehead into his eyes. He knew he needed hydration and mummy sensed this also, briefly while keeping him inside her Maya removed her t-shirt over her head exposing now booth her beautifully shaped perky breasts. He could see mummy was sweating too from punishing him and he noticed a bead of sweat roll down from her neck, he envisioned that it was mummy’s sweet milk he so loved and watched as it rolled down her breast until it reached her hard inviting nipple. Just moments from dripping to the ground Leo lunged forward helplessly wanting and needing to catch the nourishment in his mouth, momentarily forgetting his restraints and ball gag, she sniggered knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell he would get loose from his restraints. She did however remove his ball gag, for now anyway. Maya seeing his hunger in his eyes instinctively know what her bad little boy needs before punishment can continue and mummy leans forward pushing her chest out just a little as she lowered her breast and guided it into his eager mouth, Maya let out a gasp as baby is more forceful and hungry than earlier and is almost biting down letting her know how much he is enjoying himself in this moment. to suck the sweet milk and relishing in the pleasure of her liquid on his dry throat. Just as he closes his eyes to heighten his pleasure he felt her blonde hair blonde hair fall onto the side of his face he watched her now as she watched him beneath her, those blue eyes dark with primal satisfaction.
Now hydrated mummy motioned that’s enough and kisses him deeply and hungrily and he knows what’s coming next and he can’t wait his cock still inside her, awaiting the finale.
With her nipples now brushing his chest, and whispered against his ear, "This is what happens to bad boys who can't control themselves." Her hips moved faster, taking him deeper with each thrust. The restraints kept him perfectly still, nothing but a vessel for her pleasure.
His body trembled beneath hers, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock throbbing with the need to release. With one final, brutal grind that pressed her clit against his pubic bone, she came with a shuddering cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him.
The sensation tore his orgasm from him. He arched off the bed, a raw, choked sound escaping the gag as his cock pulsed inside her, filling her with hot streams of cum. His body shook uncontrollably, waves of pleasure washing through him until he collapsed back onto the sheets, spent and trembling.
Holly stayed atop him, her body still connected to his, both breathing heavily in the aftermath. stroking his damp hair as he gasped for air. "Mummy's good boy now," she murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "All cleaned out and properly punished."