“So… have you decided, Charlie?” Amanda Ashley smirked at her school professor. Charles Erikson, twenty-eight years of age looked at his twenty-year-old student with a frown. They were in his office, a spacious private one with a big Mahogany table and ornate chairs. Charlie was done for the day so he was surprised when Amanda came in and even more shocked at her offer!

If they were in Foal isles, how this conversation would be much more different! Foal Isles had old-world laws considering a person’s legal age. There you’d get to be considered an adult when you turn twenty-one, irrespective of gender. Which meant Amanda would be the child there and him the adult!

“I asked you a question, little boy!” The busty blonde witch’s tone grew haughty and cruel. Ooh, how Charles would have loved to turn the disrespectful skank over the desk and whip her exquisitely perfect posterior with his lecturer’s rod!

Amanda could take a fair whipping too. The athlete’s butt was sculpted by hours of cheerleader practice and she often felt the bite of the paddle and cane from the female professors. Even Charlie got a chance at wielding the leathering strap on a few occasions she was egregiously belligerent. Amanda was magnificent, with blue eyes and a gorgeous expressive face with thick pouty lips and shoulder-length hair. Her attire was perhaps unrefined, torn-up jeans and a black crop top that showed plenty of skin, stretched over her voluptuous bust. She was also a poor student so…this was humiliating!

“I…uh…” Charles mumbled for time. “Need to ask for permission,” he relented at her glare.

“Your mother has already given me permission to adopt you, Charlie,” Amanda replied, folding her arms and lifting her cleavage, knowing the pervy professor would be staring. Men, really.

Well…boy, to be honest. The Matriarchal government of Fern islands deemed 35 to be the age for males to be considered legal citizens. They mature much later, the government had decided. While women got to be an adult when they turn eighteen, men needed to be under the supervision of their mothers.

Charles lived with his mother. Charles’s mother, Mrs. Cynthia Erikson was also his biological mother- which was a rarity for a boy over twenty. The law stated boys over twenty needed their sexual well-being looked after by their caretaker- which meant biological moms had to either supervise their ejaculations themselves or hire expensive specialists to do the same.

But most of the women these days set their boys up for “adoption”. This meant a girlfriend or an older boyfriend who would take in their boyfriend as their “Mommy” or “Daddy” and… usually the government would turn a blind eye to the arrangement. As long as the woman was in charge of the relationship, things were fine.

But in the case of perpetually single boys like Charles…

“Charlie, let’s stop beating around the bush. I’ve already applied for your adoption transfer certificate and both me and your mom have already signed off on the papers. It’s official – I just wanted to know if you are ready to see me as your Mommy willingly or…” Amanda smirked, “if there are going to be problems.”

Her comments sucked the air out of his lungs!

Why would mother? Well, stupid question.

Amanda Ashley was lord Ashley’s daughter, an heiress. Surely there was money involved for his greedy mom, who mooched off all of his salary anyway. Being in Amanda’s circles also had its benefits socially, whether she chose him to be her spouse when he turned 35 or if he chose to marry someone else. He would be considered a lord then after being raised by Amanda.

But…

“If you had already decided why the subterfuge?” Charles questioned. “And why me?”

Amanda just grinned. “I need to pass your Economics classes if we’re just choosing the selfish option,” she shrugged.

“Ha! Like I’m going to let you pass with your grades!”

“You’ll teach me then,” Amanda retorted. “Just like I’m gonna teach you a lesson every day for being a bully boy of a teacher who’s always finding an excuse to punish me and my friends, you pervy little brat! I know how you ‘accidentally’ rubbed your teeny weenie across Miranda’s ass last Monday and got hauled off to the principal’s office.” She didn’t need to elaborate. Charlie was shivering like a leaf now as his student bared his soul.

“That was an accident!” Charlie blubbered.

“Was it an accident how you always rub and squeeze our bare butts and graze your fingers between our crack? Touching Emily’s pussy and getting slapped across the face, filthy little boy?” Amanda stood up, towering over him. Charlie was on the short side, barely five four while Amanda was a couple of inches above six feet. “It is obvious Cynthia doesn’t spank you anymore, that’s going to change.”

“I refuse,” Charlie deadpanned. “I know my rights, you don’t get to adopt me without my permission. You can’t enforce me to come to stay with you,” he tried to bluster…but he knew she had connections. Charlie could maybe try living with friends who would take him in but his mother had full final rights. If she said Charlie was being difficult, Amanda would be able to adopt him under the criminal act and that involved public floggings at the town square.

“I can enforce you to come stay with me…but I would rather you do so willingly,” Amanda folded her arms as she stared down at the professor. He was a looker, despite his size. Handsome in the classical sense, blonde, chiseled jawline and bright blue eyes. “I’m not particularly looking at grooming you to be my husband in the long run. I need to adopt a boy to access my grandmother’s trust fund. You make your own money so I don’t need to think about spending it on you.”

“So it’s an adoption of convenience,” Charlie stroked his chin. He knew that Amanda had a gigantic trust fund from her deceased grandmother and most of the money would be locked up with numerous clauses. ‘Raising a boy’ would be certainly high on the list with a enormous monthly payout. Heck, Charles taught economics and finances – he helped draft some of those wills.

“Oh I’ll still be Mommy, I’ll still light your ass for all the shit you’ve pulled and all my friends you have humiliated,” the blonde beauty sneered. “But your professional life will be spared.” Amanda lied with a straight face.

“I have a few conditions,” said Charlie holding up three fingers. “One- you will not hit or spank me in public or in the presence of your friends or have them beat me. Two, you will call me as professor when we are at the University and you will not humiliate me in front of the other staff. And three… you won’t dress me up as a woman.”

“Like Professor Jake?” Amanda laughed. Jakob was the Principal’s sissy boy- and Charlie despised the man, he was not gonna end up like him, god dammit!!

“Agreed,” Amanda held out her hand. “You absolutely deserve to be spanked by half the girls in our class but fine, I’ll deal with you in private.”

Charles looked at her with hesitation. Was there something he overlooked?

He held his hand out tentatively and shook hers. His new Mommy, Amanda Ashley. He felt his cock twitch. Her palm was so warm and soft, she looked so exceptionally gorgeous. “Deal.”

Amanda leaned in and hugged her Professor. He was small enough to just reach her breasts, getting smothered by the soft lavender-smelling twin orbs. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Good. Now,” her grin turned predatory. “Drop your pants and underwear little boy.”

“What?” Charlie gulped. “Right here?”

“Right here,” Amanda repeated, reaching to unbuckle his belt. “You’ve whipped me four times with this belt little brat. It’s about time little Charlie got a taste of his own medicine.”

“I’m not little!” Charles huffed. He was eight years older than her!

“Oh? Then how come I can pick you up so easily?” She demonstrated her power as she yanked him towards his chair and took her seat. Charlie soon found himself bent over her knee and began vigorously smacking him over his pants.

Outside his office, a passerby surmised incorrectly that it was the professor who was disciplining a young girl with a squeaky voice. He chuckled and shook his head. Oh, Erikson, the lecherous bad-boy professor!

“Bad little boys get their booties blistered by their mommies,” Amanda wasn’t holding back. He would be spanked for a full session, she has decided. Her hand was covering every inch of his butt before she slid his pants off, leaving him in his undies as his erection poked her leg.

“You fucking filthy perv!” She grinned as she began his spanking anew. Ten minutes of uninterrupted sounds of a crying feminine-sounding man and the swing of a powerful cheerleader’s hand. When his undies came down finally, Amanda had left Charlie all sobbing and broken. And then she continued to spank till his butt was deep crimson all the way to his thighs.

“In the corner,” she said as she slid the man out of her lap. Charlie trundled off, his ass on fire and his dignity taken to the back and shot in its face. He had big fat tears sliding down his face.

“Nose in the corner. Twenty minutes,” he heard Amanda’s words and two snaps of the camera of her phone.

“Nuh…no … showing,” he could barely form words! God was he this pathetic, wondered Charles.

“Yeah yeah. This is for me,” Amanda shushed him as he heard her call home. Her mother, initially. Charlie tried to focus on her words but he was in so much pain that all he could do was stand and cry. This was his life now…and he needed to discover a way to get back at his new Mommy.