
He looked down at me as I kneeled before him. That sadistic grin plastered on his face with that matching gleam in his eyes. He stood over me, his hands on his hips, legs spread with masculine confidence. Then he began walking around me, each reverberating clomp of his boots on the floor sending a shiver through my body. I knelt there silently trembling to await my fate. We both knew I had fucked up, that I had broken a rule. This was the first time either. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with rules and consequences. Because this wasn’t the first time breaking this particular rule, he’d made it very clear that I had earned a hardcore punishment today.






Loving mommy Lyla gives you the best hugs and kisses. Some men never grow up and must be reminded how a good boy should behave. So, mommy will teach you a lesson by putting you in diapers: Blue and white “Pampers” to cover your little boy, dick, and tushy. Let’s explore your taboo mommy/son fetish. I know it’s not easy to be a good boy. As a result, sometimes It’s much easier to be a bad boy and deal with the consequences. 