Kyra was in a cheerful mood as she buckled me into my car seat and drove home.  I reflected on my miserable life on the way, and particularly on Amy’s semi-betrayal.  At least having her in my life would probably turn out to be a good thing; she had shown me the closest thing to respect I had seen in weeks, and I was encouraged by her offer to treat me like a grown-up ‘if I acted like one.’  It was the best offer I was gonna get, and I resolved to make the most of it.

And then I remembered another encouraging thing: the doctor’s offer to give me the antidote this evening.  I just had to get there, no matter what.  As we drove, I planned when to make my move – how about when Kyra took a shower?  Or even when she went to the bathroom, if need be.  I fingered the piece of paper in my pocket, where I had written his address.  I recalled that it was fairly close to my house, but still easily 10 minutes or more on foot.  But all I had to do was escape the house without her knowing, and then she wouldn’t be able to find me.

We pulled into the garage around 5:40.  I pulled the handle on my door, but to my surprise it didn’t open.  Kyra chuckled and told me, “Child safety lock.  It only opens from the outside.  For your protection, of course.”  She smirked and walked around to my side to open my door.  But as I was about to step down I felt her strong arms grab me again and lift me back up onto her hip.

“Bar—I mean Mommy,” I whined, narrowly avoiding the forbidden B-word, “I can walk myself.”

“Oh, Jimmy, but I just love carrying you like this,” she told me happily.  “You look so small and helpless in my arms.”  She walked inside, and instead of putting me down she proceeded up the stairs and into my new room.

She gestured to the piles of boxes I had set there with all my things.  “Now, Jimmy,” she told me condescendingly, “While I make dinner, I want you to take all those grown-up things out of your room and set them downstairs by the door.”  Of course, when she said ‘grown-up things,’ she meant all of my belongings – all except my kiddie clothes.  “I’ll want to look through them to see if there’s anything I want for myself before we get rid of them.  Have this done before dinner, sweetie.”  She set me down and went downstairs.

I grudgingly started carrying the boxes away.  They weren’t huge – not nearly as big as moving boxes could be.  But I still found them to be surprisingly heavy; I had lost 8 pounds since yesterday, and every pound was crucial now that I only had 65 of them left.  I had intentionally packed the boxes lightly, but it still proved quite a struggle to carry them one-by-one down the hallway.  And descending the stairs proved both difficult and potentially dangerous, as I had a hard time keeping my balance and finding my footing with the heavy load I had in my arms.

I managed to haul the first two boxes down without incident, although I had begun breathing hard and my arms were getting shaky already.  I went back up and counted 10 more boxes.  This was going to be tough.  I picked out a particularly heavy one and decided to carry it next while I still had some strength left.  Getting down the hallway was not much of a problem, but as I started to step down the stairs I became unstable.  The farther I went, the more I stumbled about, bumping into the railing and almost dropping the box.

As I was two-thirds of the way down, Kyra spotted me.  “Jimmy!  You’ll hurt yourself!”  She rushed over just as my arms were about to give way and spill the contents all over the kitchen floor.  Catching the box, she easily lifted it away and set it down next to the others.  I took a few more steps down and Kyra approached me, still taller than me even though I was four steps up.  “You should know better than to carry something heavy like that!” she scolded.  “I should never have let you move those.”  She beckoned me towards her outstretched arms, and I reluctantly leaned forward to let her pick me up again.

She returned to the kitchen and set me on the counter.  “I don’t feel safe having you out of my sight anymore.  You’re going to sit here and watch me make dinner.”

Dejected, I had no choice but to sit helplessly as Kyra prepared the meal.  As I watched her work, though, I couldn’t help but be impressed at how quickly she had learned to cook.  I couldn’t remember her ever cooking anything that didn’t involve the microwave, but as I watched her expertly maneuver around the kitchen and create what would surely be another delicious concoction, it was clear that she was naturally a much better cook than I was, even after years of practice.  Was there anything that she wasn’t ridiculously good at?  I reflected that I couldn’t think of a single thing that I was better at than her, except for my engineering work which took me many years to learn.  Although technically I couldn’t really even count that now since my job was taken away from me…  I sighed and shook my head as my amazing daughter/mother finished up.

“All done!” she said cheerfully as she served up our plates.  Then she came to me, lifted me under the armpits, and plopped me down to the floor.  She gave me a gentle nudge in the back and guided me to my seat.  Looking down at me patiently with arms folded, she waited for me to try her food.

I took a bite of the glazed salmon and my taste buds were in heaven.  “This – this is amazing!  It’s the best salmon I’ve ever had!” I told her truthfully, genuinely forgetting my horrible situation for the next few moments.

“Why, thank you, Jimmy!” she beamed down at me.  Then she pulled a few strands of hair back from her eyes, bent down, and planted a warm, juicy kiss on my forehead.  Meanwhile, I was already greedily putting another bite into my mouth when I looked over and saw her massive form leaning towards me, her cleavage spilling out of her top beautifully.  My mouth dropped open in wonderment and awe, causing the last bite to fall right out of my mouth and onto my lap, as the fork slipped from my grasp and bounced off my thigh and onto the floor.

“Oopsie!” Kyra giggled, still filled with glee from my reaction.  “Did Jimmy drop some food on himself again!?” she cooed playfully.  Her mood suddenly turned serious.  “You really need to be more careful with your food, after what you did to Ms. Adams today,” she scolded, referring to Amy.  “But I suppose I will let this second incident slide, since you’ll be receiving corrective treatment tonight anyway.”  My face darkened at the reminder of my impending punishment.  But Kyra’s face brightened up again as she reached for a napkin and told me, “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

She slid my chair away from the table and leaned forward even more—while showing even more cleavage—to pick up the bits of salmon off of my lap.  “I can do it myself, Mommy,” I whined, but she simply ignored me as she removed the food bits.  But then my situation took a turn for the worse as she began to rub diligently on my lap to remove as much sauce as she could.  Unfortunately, I had dropped the food right in the area around my crotch, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body as she inadvertently massaged my privates.  I was losing control of myself as my eyes darted frantically down to her hands rubbing my crotch, then up to the gaping maw of cleavage laid out before me, jiggling deliciously side to side as her hands worked vigorously to remove the stain.  “Mommy, stop!” I begged frantically, reaching down to try to divert her hands.

Kyra looked up at me in surprise, still oblivious to the effect she was having on me.  She pulled her hands back a bit and finally noticed my strained breathing, flustered face, and anxious fidgeting.  Kyra tilted her head quizzically but slowly realized what was going on.  To confirm her suspicions, she brought her hand back down to my lap and rustled around a bit until her fingers met my rock-hard member.  This produced a loud gasp from my mouth as I frantically pushed her hand away and exclaimed, “Mommy, don’t!”

She gave a delighted chuckle at my reaction.  Then an evil smile crept across her face as she lowered her hands to her knees, causing her boobs to press together to give an even more eye-popping display.  “My, my,” she said slowly as she seductively licked her lips.  “What’s wrong, little boy?”  She gave an innocent pout and continued, “Mommy was only wiping the stain off your pants; I don’t know what could possibly be bothering you so much.”  I just wanted to crawl into a corner and die.  But even now, I couldn’t help but steal frequent glances at her cleavage hanging just below my eyes.

In my incredible discomfort, I tried to slide out of my chair just to get away from this situation.  But Kyra quickly grabbed my arms and slid me back into place.  “Uh-uh, Jimmy,” Kyra breathed lustfully, shaking her head slowly at me.

She just let me sit there and squirm for a few seconds, and she was loving every moment.  “Mommy, I … uh, I really need to go to the bathroom,” I lied in an attempt to escape.

“Not until you finish your dinner, little boy,” she replied, reveling in her power over me.  She then quickly stood up straight and turned away.  My gut reaction was to reach down and pull myself out of the chair.  But Kyra saw me immediately and boomed, “Stay still!”  I immediately drew my hands back and sat still as a log, more as a reflex than an actual conscious decision.

Kyra sauntered over to her side of the table and picked up another cloth napkin.  She then walked back to me and put her hands on either side of my seat back to pull my chair closer to her, which of course subjected me to another extreme close-up of her immense tits as she bent way, way over.  Just to ensure I had the best view possible, she pulled back her hair which had been partially obscuring her bosom as it hung below her head.  With her back straight and her chest thrust proudly out, she told me, “So, Jimmy, obviously you’re just going to make a mess if you try to feed yourself…”  As she said this, she tucked a napkin under the collar of my shirt like a bib.  I began to protest, but she put a finger to my lips.  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jimmy.  Lots of boys your age have trouble keeping their food in.”  She took the other napkin and placed it on my lap, pressing down harder than necessary on my crotch as she did so, causing me to writhe in both pleasure and discomfort.  “Whoopsie, looks like I missed a spot!” she exclaimed.  I sure as hell didn’t see anything there, but supposedly she saw another splotch of sauce which happened to be directly on top of my penis.  She made sure to give it a good, vigorous rub and didn't even bother to mask her delight at my writhing response to her touch.

Finally, she relented and placed the napkin neatly across my lap.  Then she rose and pushed my chair back in front of my plate.  She walked back to her own seat and sat down.  Seeing me sitting there looking at her with a distraught expression, she cheerfully encouraged, “Go ahead, baby.  Eat up,” as she began to eat her own serving.  I gave a small sigh, relieved that Kyra was finally giving me some space.  I was more than happy to return to the scrumptious meal she had prepared.  God, it was delicious.

But I soon found out that Kyra had no intention of letting up.  At first, she struck up an innocent conversation, saying, “Well, Jimmy, I just loved meeting everyone at your old work.”  She just had to specify ‘old,’ didn’t she.  “Your boss is just a delightful lady, isn’t she?”

I didn’t respond at first, focusing on my meal, but she raised her eyebrows at me expectantly.  “Oh, uh, yeah I guess,” I mumbled, deciding it wasn’t worth it to disagree and say my boss was a B-I-T-C-H.

“And Amy must have been such a wonderful coworker, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I replied morosely.

“Well, come on Jimmy, tell me about her!” Kyra said enthusiastically.

I didn’t mind talking about Amy at all, but the humiliation Kyra had so willingly just put me through still weighed heavily on my mind, and I was in no mood to chat lightly as if nothing had happened.  But Kyra’s stern gaze quickly changed my mind, and I began to tell her about my best friend.  “Uh, well, Amy is … really nice, and I’ve known her for 2 years now.”  I heard Kyra’s shoe hit the floor as she slid it off underneath the table, but I thought nothing of it.  I continued, “Umm … we sometimes work on the same projects, and she’s fun to work with, and—“

My body jolted to attention as I felt something warm move up the inside of my thigh.  My eyes bulged as I realized Kyra’s nylon-covered foot was slowly inching its way closer to my crotch.  I saw a fiendish twinkle in Kyra’s eyes, but otherwise she pretended that nothing was amiss.  Her foot was getting dangerously close, and I pushed my chair back from the table.

“Uh-uh, Jimmy, I never gave you permission to leave the table,” she scolded, with the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips.  “Pull your chair back where it was and finish your food.”  I gulped and hesitated, but a stern look from Kyra told me it would be wise to comply.

I slowly pulled myself closer to the table, although intentionally not all the way back to where it was.  “Jiiimmmmy,” Kyra warned, “you know you should sit closer to the table.”  I felt her foot raise up again to my thigh, halfway to my crotch.  My frail body began to shake from the tension of the moment, but I knew she would only make my life even worse if I disobeyed her.  I slowly dragged myself closer, letting her huge foot slide further and further up my thigh while forcing my legs apart.

I stopped when her toes reached just an inch or two from my scrotum.  Kyra reacted by raising her eyebrows threateningly and saying coldly, “I won’t ask again.”  I gulped loudly, my legs shaking more and more with every passing second.  But I had no choice.  I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as I pulled my crotch within range of Kyra’s waiting toes.

“Thank you, Jimmy,” Kyra said simply.  Then she continued on as if nothing had happened.  “I agree, Amy seems very easy to get along with.”  Of course, her foot began to slowly work its way back and forth across my junk, softly at first, but gradually pressing more and more firmly into me.  The sensations she was causing me with the simple action of her foot were mind-boggling.  I was unable to hide my reaction as I began twitching and moaning under her ministrations.  But all the while Kyra continued the conversation, still pretending as if nothing was happening.  “It’ll be awfully nice having a friend already when I start my internship.  Do you think she’ll be willing to help me out when I get there?” she asked innocently.

“Ggg – uhh – I ddon’t knowww,” I managed to force out through clenched teeth.

“Aw, come on, Jimmy, tell me more about her, won’t you?” she asked sweetly as she casually took a bite of salmon.

To my surprise and relief, her foot stopped its gyrations for several seconds.  Well, at least she's letting me talk finally.  I started in, “Umm, she’s really nice and she will DEFinitely”—just as I said the last word, her foot playfully flicked across my shaft, causing me to yelp in surprise and pleasure.

“Hmm, Jimmy?” she asked innocently.  “You were saying…?”  She was having way too much fun with this.

Cautiously, I continued, “S-she, uhh, will definitely help you neXT WEek”—I spasmed as she flicked her toes again.  She looked at me patiently, waiting for me to continue.  I hated her so freaking much for doing this to me, but I knew I had to go on.  “As I was saying … uhhh…” I couldn’t focus on what I was saying, as I was getting more and more nervous for her next strike.  I began again but jumped when I saw her twitch her arm.  She was just playing with me, delighted by how frightened she had made me by such a simple action.  I was starting to sweat and my hands felt cold and clammy as I told her—no, begged her—“Uhh, M-Mommy, can I p-please just eat my f-food now?”

“Oh, of course, sweety!” she replied cheerfully.  “You can tell me about her after dinner.  Wouldn’t want your food to get cold.”

“Oh!  Uh, thanks,” I replied, pleasantly surprised.  I picked up my fork and took another piece of fish, although the nervous shaking of my hands made it quite difficult.

But I should have anticipated that she would take this opportunity to continue molesting me.  Her foot began to work itself into me even more enthusiastically than before.  Holy Christ, her foot felt soooooooo wonderful.  How the hell could she know how to work a man so well, with so little experience?  But my musings were quickly drowned out by the ecstasy of the moment, as I felt myself about to come…

Kyra’s foot immediately pressed hard, and rather painfully, into my crotch.  She knew exactly how to take me to the edge –and exactly when to stop me.  I yelped and lurched forward in a violent spasm.  “Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” she asked sweetly.  I didn’t respond.  After about 15 seconds of recovery, Kyra asked me, “Well, aren’t you going to eat your food?”

I was scared to find out what more she had in store for me, but all I could do now was just eat.  I picked up the fork in my hand, still shaky, and began to eat ever-so-slowly.  But, inevitably, her foot began to massage my crotch yet again, this time slowly and rhythmically.  I let out a low moan as I tried as best I could to focus on my meal.  But it proved far more difficult than I had imagined, as my twitching, convulsing, and just general shaking made it next to impossible to navigate the food from the plate all the way to my mouth.

“Are you OK, Jimmy?” she asked in feigned concern.  “You’re not going to drop any more food, are you?”

I hardly heard her as I was totally focused on the food on my fork.  Several bites of salmon managed to find their way to my mouth.  But Kyra was slowly picking up the intensity.  I was halfway done with my fillet and started to pull another bite to my mouth.

Anticipating this, Kyra dug her toes sensuously into my crotch, causing me to spasm wildly.  The fork flung out of my grasp and hit my lap, depositing the bite of fish before falling to the floor with a clang.

This was the moment Kyra had been waiting for.  “Jimmy!” she said sternly.  “This is the third time today you’ve spilled!  Clearly you can’t be trusted to feed yourself anymore.”  Before I could react, she got up and pulled her chair around the table, setting it next to mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Don’t worry, little boy, Mommy is gonna help you.”  She placed her hand on my shoulder as she sat down, ostensibly to provide balance but, from the way she slowly and exaggeratedly drew herself down and thrust out her chest inches from my face, it was clearly meant to get me even more flustered.  She then moved her hand from my shoulder to the seat back and pulled my chair in even closer to her massive frame as she pulled her own chair up to the table.  Even sitting down, the top of my head didn’t reach her shoulders.

Wrapping her left arm behind my back, she picked up her own fork and broke off a piece of my salmon.  As she brought the fork not towards her own mouth but to mine, it dawned on me that she was trying to spoon-feed me like a baby (or fork-feed me, in this case).  “Open wide!” she said eagerly.

This had gone too far.  “No!” I exclaimed, pushing the fork away, causing even more fish to fall onto my lap.  “It’s not fair!  You—“

“Jiiimmmmy,” Kyra warned.  “Do what your mother tells you.”  She wrapped her left arm more tightly around me in a warning squeeze.

I quailed as I looked up into her disapproving eyes.  What could I possibly do?  But I had to try to retain some dignity, I just had to.  My defiant resistance was replaced by a timid plea as I meekly asked, “Mommy, can I please feed myself?  I can do it, I promise.”

Kyra sighed and shook her head.  “No, Jimmy, I won’t have you making a mess any more.  Just look at how your hands are shaking!” she said, holding out my arm as evidence.

“But Mommy, that was only because I was about to –“  I cut myself off, not wanting to admit it.

“About to what, Jimmy?”

“Nothing!” I replied quickly.

Kyra set the fork down on the plate and lifted my chin up with her free hand.  “James Michael,” she said softly but sternly, “you will answer me when I ask you a question.  Now, what exactly were you about to do?”

I cringed under her stare.  ‘This is bullshit,’ I thought.  ‘She knows exactly what she was doing to me.’  But I was forced to suck it up and reply, with great shame, “I was about to come.”

She gave a gasp and said, “Naughty Jimmy!” in feigned astonishment, although I had to hand it to her that her acting was quite good.  “You were about to COME at the dinner table!?  Shame on you!”

I protested, “But you were—“

“Oh, no, don’t try to blame this on me,” she scolded.  “You know full well that you are only allowed to come if I let you, before you go to bed.  And only if you’ve been extra good that day.  Which you most certainly have not, young man.  And I’m warning you, Jimmy,” she said, pulling my body even closer, forcing me to crane my neck painfully up at her, “if you come when you’re not allowed, the punishment will be severe.”

Her treatment of me was so obviously and totally unfair that I didn’t know how to react.  She was lecturing me for something that she was wholly responsible for and she knew it.  She was really on a power trip and was probably just dying for me to protest further, when she would really lay down the hammer.  But I knew I couldn’t give in to her games.  “Yes, ma’am,” I said, starting to sob.

“Hmph.  Good boy.”  Picking up the fork, she took another piece of salmon and brought it to my face.  “Open wide,” she told me.  I complied, and she brought the fork into my mouth and said, “Now close up.”  I did, and I began to chew.  “Don’t let any spill out of your mouth again, OK?”  This brought on more sobs as I was now being lectured and spoon-fed by my 18-year-old (former) daughter.

The tears continued to stream down my face as she continued to feed me the salmon as well as the side of rice.  At one point, she paused and asked, “Would you like to feed yourself now?”  Astonished, I nodded eagerly. This was too good to be true.  “OK, but on one condition: you have to promise me that you won’t spill any more food.”  As she said this, she set the fork down and laid her hand on my upper thigh.  “Can you promise me that, Jimmy?”  Her hand began to massage my thigh, working its way closer and closer to my crotch.  My penis immediately sprang to attention, and I again felt my breathing quicken and my body begin to shake.  She watched me intently, enjoying the effect she was having on me.  “Can you absolutely guarantee it, Jimmy …??”  By then, I realized that she was just toying with me; if I said I would feed myself she would relentlessly fondle me until I would be sure to drop some food, and I could only imagine what my punishment would be when I did.

Defeated, I hung my head and replied, “I want you to feed me.”  Kyra beamed.  That was exactly what she wanted to hear.  A new wave of tears rolled down my cheeks.

She resumed the feeding.  From time to time, she would lift the napkin from under my chin and dab the tears from my cheeks without remorse.  Once that was finally finished, she pulled her chair back over to her side and ate from her own plate.  I started to get up, but she snapped her fingers and commanded, “Stay.”  I slumped back down as she continued, “That’s terrible manners, Jimmy.  You need to wait until everyone at the table is finished.  Now, tell me more about Ms. Adams.”

I managed to shrug off the humiliation I had just experienced enough to tell Kyra in some detail what my work experience was with Amy and what she was like.  Then, when she was done eating, she handed me her cell phone and told me to wait patiently on the couch while she finished the dishes.  Confused about the cell phone, I nevertheless complied.  While sitting, I remembered the one task that I desperately needed to complete that night: I had to escape and reach the doctor’s house at all costs.  But so far I could see no possibility for escape, with Kyra keeping me in her sight at all times.  But she would have to go to the bathroom at some point …

Kyra came over after the dishes were done and sat next to me.  She was still in a serious mood.  “Open the phone,” she told me.  I obeyed.  “Find Amy Adams’ number … OK.  Set it to speakerphone and call her.”  The phone began to ring.  “Hold the phone up while I talk to her.  And don’t speak unless spoken to, Jimmy.”  I had a bad feeling about this…

“Hello?” I recognized Amy’s voice.

“Why, hello there!  This is Kyra.”

“Oh!  How nice to hear from you!  Hope everything is going well…?”

“Actually, no, not so well.”

“Oh no!  It’s not … Jimmy, is it?”

“How did you guess,” Kyra replied sarcastically.

“Well, I guess it’s not hard to believe after his behavior earlier.”  I cringed as I realized Amy was still sore about that spill.  And everything else.

“You’ve got that right,” Kyra replied, looking down at me haughtily.  “In fact, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.  It’s clear now that that was not an isolated incident.  Just now, at dinner, Jimmy spilled twice—“

“What!?” Amy interjected.  “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so,” Kyra replied.  I desperately wanted to speak up, but one look from Kyra kept me quiet.  “He spilled all over his lap and the floor as well.  Fortunately no one else was near him, THIS time.”

“Well, good thing you have luck on your side, otherwise that boy could have ruined your outfit too!” Amy replied with indignation.  Wait—did she just call me ‘boy’!?  That was a big blow to me.  I doubt she would call me that to my face, but she didn’t know I was listening in.  Still …

“Don’t I know it!  Anyway, I said enough is enough, and I went right over and spoon-fed him the rest of his food.”

“Oh my goodness!” Amy replied, a bit taken aback.  At least she would think twice about degrading me like that.  But my heart sank as she continued, “Well … that’s unfortunate, but I guess there’s not much else you could have done.  I just can’t believe he would be so careless, after what he put me through earlier!”

“Oh, Amy honey, I know.  Such a shame.  And that’s not all; when we were sitting at the table, he nearly–" my eyes went wide with panic.  She wouldn’t tell Amy that I almost orgasmed at the dinner table, would she!??  To my infinite relief, though, Kyra finished, “Well, suffice it to say, he was extremely naughty.”

“Oh my gosh, whatever he did, it sounds bad!  I can hardly believe how much James has changed since I knew him.  He's just such a little ... Well, I don't even want to say it.”  Amy paused, then asked timidly, “So, have you … you know … punished him yet?” She was clearly still a bit uncomfortable at the idea.

“Not yet.”

“Well, Kyra, I just … do you think your punishment will be enough?  I mean, I hate for James to suffer, but then again … maybe you should pick it up a notch or two??  I just really want to make sure he learns his lesson, that’s all.  And from the sound of it, he has a lot of learning to do.”

A sinister smile crossed Kyra’s face as she peered down at me victoriously.  “Those were my thoughts exactly!” Kyra exclaimed.  “I just felt that I ought to get your permission first.”

Amy sighed on the other end.  “Yes, go ahead.  But …”—she still seemed hesitant—“you’re not going to make him, like, cry or anything, are you?”

“Amy, dear,” Kyra told her soothingly, “I’m afraid we don’t have a choice; if he doesn’t even cry, then he hasn’t really learned his lesson.  We need to enforce an actual change in his behavior, otherwise he’ll just say he’s sorry and then go back to the same bad behavior tomorrow.”

“Oh … I see,” Amy replied uncertainly.

“I’ll tell you what, Amy,” Kyra added confidently, “We’ll run a little before-and-after experiment.  Think back to this afternoon and try to remember his apology after spilling on you.”

Amy sat there in silence for a few moments, then exclaimed, “Oh my God, I had forgotten about that!  He never even apologized once!  As a matter of fact, when I calmly tried to explain to him all the ways he hurt me today, that little brat just tried to make excuses and blame me or you!”

This was so extraordinarily unfair!  No one had let me get an apology in edge-wise!  But I was far too scared of Kyra to pipe in.  “Argghh, after what he put me through!" Amy added.  "The nerve!  If he were here, I could just –“  Fortunately, she didn’t finish that thought.

“Well, you know, Amy, that can be arranged.  I’ll bring him over this instant and you can deal with him as you see fit.  Where do you live?”  Kyra’s eyes were wide with excitement at this new prospect.

But Amy had calmed down.  Thank God she was good at controlling her emotions (at least, after the initial outburst).  “No, no, I could never do that to James.  Especially now that he’s so small and defenseless.  But you go ahead, Kyra, and do whatever you need to do.  Really, whatever you feel is best.”

“Thank you, Amy.  I won’t let you down.  And if it will make you feel better, I had a punishment in mind that won’t cause him as much pain as a spanking, but I think it will be every bit as effective.”  That brought chills to my spine.  What the hell was she going to do to me?

“Oh, well that sounds ideal.  I still hate to think of little Jimmy in pain.”  That was nice to hear – Wait, did she just call me ‘little Jimmy’!? 

“Then it’s settled.  This brings me to the other half of the experiment: the after.  Why don’t I give you another call after I’m done with him, and you can hear his apology first-hand.”

“That sounds wonderful!” Amy exclaimed.  “But do you really think he’ll apologize?”

Kyra laughed confidently.  “Oh, you’ll see, darling.  A little punishment can do wonders for him.”

“Well, I’ll be eagerly awaiting your call then,” Amy said giddily.  They said goodbye then Kyra took the phone from my hand and closed it.

Kyra sat next to me, peering down in silence.  A growing sense of dread consumed me as Kyra slowly licked her lips.  I felt like a juicy steak that had just been tossed to a lion.  I tried to squirm away from her but she shook her head slowly, threateningly.

Kyra broke the silence by saying, “Well, well.  That’s quite a friend you have, Jimmy.”  She brought her hand up and started stroking the back of my neck lightly, causing my entire body to break out in goose bumps.  “She must really care for you, willing to punish you so you could learn a valuable lesson.  How nice of her.”

Kyra stood up and beckoned for me to do the same.  The last thing I wanted to do was disobey her right now, which would only amplify my impending punishment.  She stared down at me –way, way down at me—and my entire body began to quiver from head to toe.  I was scared shitless of Kyra, and even more terrified of finding out what she had in store for me.

After looming over me for a minute or so, she told me in a sinister tone, “Spanking you is becoming a bit … wearisome, wouldn’t you say?  I think we can come up with something a little more sporting.  I’ll be right back; don’t move a muscle, understand?”  I nodded vigorously.  Then she turned and headed up the stairs, and I realized this was my chance.  As soon as she was in her room I had to make a run for it.

As the moment approached, my heart began to pound faster and faster.  As she neared the top, I started to have doubts.  What if she heard me leave?  What if she caught me?  But the doubt that surprised me the most was this: maybe I shouldn’t try to get the antidote.  I shuddered to think what Kyra’s punishment would be if she found out I not only ran away from home, but took the antidote as well.  I was now so mortally terrified of Kyra that I began to consider whether her punishment would even be worth the reward of not shrinking.  This line of thinking chilled me to the bone.

But as she reached the top of the stairs, I found a new resolve and decided to risk it.  My entire body was tensed in anticipation as she opened her bedroom door.  I was seconds away from making a move that would change my life.

But at the last second, Kyra paused and turned back toward me.  Did she know about my plans to see the doctor?  No, certainly not.  But perhaps she sensed that there was a chance I would try to flee nonetheless.  “On second thought, Jimmy, why don’t you join me?”  My hopes were dashed on a whim.  I scampered after her, desperately wanting to flee but hoping that a time would come tonight.

I followed her into her bedroom – her Master bedroom, to be specific –and she turned to me and simply commanded, “Strip.”

“Wh-What, everything?” I asked, taken aback.  But she simply raised her eyebrows impatiently.  I obeyed, quickly removing my clothes as she watched me intently with hands on her hips.  I felt so pathetic, a puny little man being forced to strip naked before this towering giantess of a woman.  Soon I was down to just my boxers, but she impatiently motioned for me to remove them too.  Cringing, I had to comply and was now standing buck naked before her.  I sheepishly tried to cover my private parts as I cowered before her, standing well shorter than her breasts.

“Hands at your sides,” she ordered.  I grudgingly complied, and she let me stand there for a while as she inspected every inch of me with her eyes.  I felt so exposed and violated, but I knew the punishment hadn’t even begun yet.

“Now me,” she commanded.  I was confused, but she gestured to her own clothes.  I was to undress Kyra now.  Growing impatient at my hesitation, she cocked her eye down at me and said forcefully, “Now.”  I immediately sprang to action, awkwardly fumbling with the buttons on her top.  She had on a businesslike jacket thing with a thin belt around her midsection, with a low-cut tank top underneath, as well as a short, tight skirt and nylons, and of course those high heels.  It was very professional, yet devastatingly sexy at the same time.  She continued to stare at me uncomfortably as I undid her belt and buttons.  My quavering hands didn’t help as I reached above my head for the two buttons covering her breasts.  Normally I would have objected to her leaving so many buttons undone, as it revealed far too much cleavage, but for once I was grateful for this since I had a hard enough time reaching the bottom of her breasts as it was.

Once everything was unfastened, and her jacket lay open on her torso, I waited for her to remove it so I could continue my task.  But to my dismay, she just stood still, not helping me out in the slightest.  “Did I tell you to stop?” she demanded.

“Um, could you help me out some?” I asked hopefully.

“I thought I told YOU to undress me.”

“Well, yeah, but—“

Her hand darted out and slapped me square across the face like a bolt of lightning.  “NOW!” she commanded.  My hands went up to my cheek in pain, but through the welling tears in my eyes I saw her and knew I didn’t have any more time to waste.  I reached up as high as I could, trying to reach her collar.  Even on my toes, I couldn’t quite reach high enough.  Jesus, she was huge.  I went around behind her and tugged as high as I could on the back of her jacket, and with some effort I was able to pull it off her shoulders and down her arms.  Fortunately, Kyra was kind enough to remove her hands from her hips and leave them extended at her sides.  With a small sigh of relief, I finished removing the first article of clothing and tried to figure out what next.

I was very worried about her tank top, but I decided to put that off for now.  I went for the low-hanging fruit instead, going for her skirt which was level with my chest and shoulders.  After a brief search around her tree-like legs and wide hips, I found the clasp to undo the skirt.  Reaching around both sides of her waist, my arms could just barely meet on the other side to undo the skirt and pull it off.

“Hurry up; this is taking way too long,” Kyra chastised.  I couldn’t help it, undressing a woman twice my size!  I tried to pick up the pace as I peeled down her nylons.  As I did so, I couldn’t help but be awed by the sheer size of her legs.  Each one of them stood almost as tall as my entire body, and I knew that my own waist couldn’t be much bigger around than each of her thighs.  I pulled the nylons down, down, until finally reaching the floor.

I hadn’t realized, but the entire time I was undressing her I was becoming more and more aroused.  The feel of her warm, firm body blown up to ridiculous proportions was more than enough to get me going.  No doubt Kyra saw my erection as she continued to study my body like a lab rat.

I took a deep breath as I tried to plan how to remove her tank top.  I extended my arms but could barely even reach the bottom of her spaghetti straps.  I tried in vain to pull them off her shoulders but I had no leverage and her entire top was tight on her body.  “Umm, Mommy, it’s too high,” I whined.

She regarded me coldly.  I added, “Please, could you help me out some?”

She answered with another hard slap, saying, “You’re stalling, aren’t you?  You just don’t want to move on to your punishment, so you’re refusing to take my clothes off.”

“No!  I really can’t!  Please, if you could just stand by the bed so I can get higher…”

She gave an exasperated sigh.  “Fine.  But since I’m being so helpful, I expect you to finish much quicker now.”  I gulped, but knew that it was my only choice.  She stood beside the bed as I quickly climbed up and stood on the bed, just barely shorter than her now.  But now I had the necessary height and leverage.  I bent down and lifted up her top starting from the waist.  It was going fine until I reached those two huge orbs that were her breasts.  I tugged upwards, but her boobs were jutting out so far from her chest that my efforts were in vain.

I looked pleadingly at Kyra, but she just returned an icy stare.  I gulped loudly and then spent the next 30 seconds pulling and tugging with both hands from various angles.  I realized, though, that I still didn’t have good enough leverage, with her breasts at the level of my upper abdomen.  And when I was able to make some headway, the steep slope of her rack would simply pull the tank top back down where I started.  But worst of all, the longer I went on tugging and pulling at her breasts, the more uncontrollably aroused I was getting, especially from this rare vantage point of being able to look down at her breasts and cleavage.

“You’re really starting to piss me off, Jimmy.”  Her gaze was terrifying at this point.

“I’m trying!  It’s just that your … your … breasts are so big.”

She gave a vicious frown.  “My BREASTS are so big!?  Is that what you’ve been doing this whole time!?  It was just an excuse to fondle my big breasts!?”

“NO!” I shook my head wildly.  “Not like that!!  I just can’t—“ WHAM!  The hardest blow yet slammed into my face, causing me to stumble back onto the bed.

“Naughty boy!  Your mother’s breasts are off-limits, do you understand?”

I picked myself up off the bed, dazed by the force of her blow, and through my sobs I said, “Yes, ma’am.”

She then proceeded to easily remove the tank top herself, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.  “See, was that so hard?” she mocked.  Then she swiftly picked me up and set me down on the floor beside her.  Turning her back to me, she said, “Now finish the job.  And hurry up.”

What!?  Did she want me to strip her naked?  Evidently so.  I approached her with trepidation, but to my shame also a burning desire to see her naked again.  Damn it, what was wrong with me?  I took a deep breath and reached above my head to undo her bra.  To my chagrin, it was not easy, with all the tension from her breasts pulling the straps tight, as well as the poor leverage I had again.  “Jiiimmmmy,” Kyra warned as I tugged away at her bra.   But, to my infinite relief, I barely managed to undo one clasp, then the other.  I stood on my toes to pull the straps off her shoulders, and Kyra let it fall to her feet.

As she turned around, I was confronted with the awe-inspiring sight of her shapely melons hanging above my head.  I found it hard to breath, I was so aroused.  Seeing me ogling her, Kyra impatiently put her hands on her hips and said, “You’re not done yet.”  I realized she meant her underwear.  I quickly pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her stark naked in all her feminine glory, the mere sight of which was making me dizzy.

Kyra, on the other hand, didn’t acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation, nor the remarkable effect she was having on me.  Right down to business, she told me to go fetch her sports bra, athletic shorts, and white panties from her drawer.  I obeyed immediately, and she started putting the bra on, telling me, “There’s no way I’ll let your perverted self put this on me and touch my breasts again.”  I hung my head in shame, although she did turn around and tell me to fasten the clasps.

Jesus, and I thought taking her other bra off was hard.  Having to put this one on proved impossible for me; I reached up and pulled the clasps together as hard as I could, but I couldn’t bring them closer than a few inches apart.  “You gotta be kidding me!” Kyra yelled as she brusquely slapped my hands away and fastened the bra herself.  She then put her underwear and tight-fitting short shorts on by herself and turned to face me.

“After all the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into today, you’re still finding ways to piss me off,” Kyra sneered.  I tried to convey to her that I tried as best I could, but she was having none of it.  “Now, to start things off, I want you to pretend that I’m Ms. Adams, and apologize for the horrible things you did today.”

I was thrown off-guard by the odd request, but I gathered my composure and delivered what I thought was a solid apology.  In my clearest, sincerest voice, I said, “Amy, I’m so, so sorry for what happened earlier.  It was an accident, and I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, and I swear it will never happen again.  If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, anything at all, please let me know.”

Kyra frowned.  “Is that it?”

I looked at her in confusion.  “Uh … yeah,” I answered uncertainly.

Kyra gave a long, exaggerated sigh.  “Oh boy, this is gonna take some work.”  She snatched my wrist and began to tow me out of her room and down the stairs.

“But Mommy, I’m really really sorry!” I cried.

“Hmm, that’s a start at least,” she replied, but didn’t stop pulling me to the living room.  Once we were there, she told me, “I want this whole area cleared,” referring to the living room floor.  I quickly pulled the coffee table aside, with considerable effort, and set aside some loose pillows and papers sitting around.  Then Kyra had me lay out a large, plush blanket over the carpet.  What was this all about?

Kyra went down on her knees in front of me.  Even still, she loomed almost an entire head above me.  “Listen, Jimmy, and listen good.  Frankly, that apology was pathetic.  But I’m going to be nice and give you another chance to convince me.  The two of us are going to have a little wrestling match, of sorts.”  Seeing my astonished look, she added, “Obviously, you don’t stand a chance against me.  But that’s the point; even knowing you can’t win, I want you to give it everything you’ve got, and I mean REALLY try, and maybe, just maybe, through your effort and perseverance you can convince me of how deeply, truly sorry you are.  And if you do well enough, we can even forget the whole punishment thing altogether.  Of course, if you don’t,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at me, “it could be a much more … difficult process.  Understand?”

I gave a puzzled look.  It was certainly an unusual way of proving my sincerity, but on the whole it seemed even better than I could have hoped for – I could even get out of this mess unscathed.  I nodded and said with confidence, “I won’t let you down.”

Kyra almost laughed when I said this, telling me, “We’ll see, little one.  So anyways, I’ll let you start out easy.  I’ll give you a big advantage by staying down on my knees while you can stand.  All you have to do is knock me down before I knock you down.”

I wouldn’t exactly call it an advantage, since she was still taller than me even on her knees, and far bigger in every way, but I would take what I could get.  “OK, let’s do this,” I said, still acting as confident as possible to send Kyra the right message. 

We locked arms on each others’ shoulders, with Kyra having to bend hers way out due to the length difference.  I gulped, coming face to face with the sheer enormity of Kyra compared to my puny little body.  Even though she was only lightly holding my shoulders, I already felt trapped by her long, toned arms surrounding me on either side and her taut stomach and chest filling my vision.  Despite telling myself that just knocking her off balance would be easy, deep down I already knew how this would go.

“Ready, Jimmy?” Kyra asked.  I nodded.  “OK, get set, and … Go.”

I immediately thrust forward with a huge surge of power right off the bat, trying to catch her off-guard.  But instead of propelling forward, I found myself hurling straight backwards, knocking my naked body clean off my feet.  Nothing could have prepared me for the completely opposite effect of my pushing; it was as if all laws of physics had been reversed in that instant, so that pushing became pulling and I was thrust backwards with as much force as I had applied moving forwards.

The reality, of course, was that Kyra was so easily able to overpower me, pushing with more than twice the force I gave.  I lay on my back in a dazed stupor, seeing stars from the blow to my head, trying to find my bearings as Kyra’s hands pressed me firmly into the makeshift wrestling mat.  “Are you OK?” Kyra asked, genuinely concerned.

“Uh … yeah, I’m fine,” I replied after pulling myself together.

Kyra pulled herself back up onto her knees, lifting me onto my own feet in the process.  “Why didn’t you push back?” she asked, concerned.  “I asked if you were ready.  You could have gotten hurt.”  She truly thought I hadn’t even tried.

Was I really that weak?  I guess it made sense, since I was only 65 pounds to her 155 or so.  But I remembered what she said about trying my hardest, so I sucked it up and said, “Sorry.  Let’s go again.”  I just had to pray that she’d go easier on me this time.

“OK then, why don’t you start this time, to make sure.  No need for a countdown; just begin when you’re ready.”

Locking arms again, I put the last defeat out of my mind and focused my strength, glad that this time I would get a chance to push first.  Now I could really get the jump on her.  With just as much force as last time, I suddenly burst forward, digging my feet into the ground to get maximum leverage, and laid into her with everything I had.

For the first second, I felt her give way, and I was glad to see that physics was operating in the correct direction this time.  But I had only moved her shoulders back maybe 6 inches when I felt a tremendous resistance suddenly kick in, and almost immediately I was being pushed backwards again, although this time she didn’t drive me into the ground, only pushing me off of her as I stumbled a few steps backwards.  All my hopes went dark as I realized after my best effort she still wasn’t even remotely close to falling.

“Here we go,” Kyra said with a competitive jeer.  “Now I really want you to try, OK?” she reminded me, her arms braced towards me ready for the wrestling to begin.  It dawned on me that she thought I had only given a small shove to start things off, instead of a mighty heave to win it then and there.

But she would soon find out just how weak I actually was.  As I rushed recklessly towards her outstretched arms, I didn’t even pull close enough to reach her shoulders before her hands clamped onto me and held me at arms’ length.  I struggled mightily against her hands, my face beet red with exertion, as I tried to break loose and push forward, but it was no use as I felt a crushing weight descend upon my shoulders.  My struggles quickly changed from trying to press forward to merely trying to stay standing, but the overwhelming force of Kyra’s arms quickly brought me to my knees.  Another few seconds, and I toppled over onto my back, again pressed strongly into the ground.

“Is this a joke to you?” Kyra said, flustered not from any sort of exertion but from anger at my seeming lack of effort.  “Did I not explain to you what would happen if you didn’t try?”

Short of breath from the herculean effort I just expended, I managed to say, “I tried!  As hard as I could!  You’re just too strong!”

She frowned down at me.  “You expect me to believe that’s all you’ve got?  I didn’t even try last time.”  Picking me up off the ground again, she told me, “I’ll go even easier on you this time, and for your own sake you had better show me something good.”

This was not going well.  I focused everything I had on the next engagement, hoping that I would at least demonstrate my effort even though I could never hope to beat her now.  This time, she let her arms down, still ready with palms facing me, but allowing me to get in closer.  I charged like a banshee, hurling myself towards her chest.  But as soon as I was within grabbing range, I felt her hands clutch either side of my rib cage, halting my progress completely.

Nonetheless, I was at least able to grab her shoulders now and gain a bit of leverage.  I bucked side to side, trying to pull her sideways with me, but there was very little give.  Instead, she shoved me back a few steps with her hands and yelled, “Come on!  Is that really all you've got!?”

Not yet defeated, I changed my tactic and came at her from the side, hoping to topple her where she was most vulnerable.  She was caught completely off-guard by this, and I actually managed to tip her far enough over so that she had to extend her hand to the ground for support.  I kept heaving into her to press my advantage, but her opposite arm easily braced her body against me.

“Not bad, Jimmy, keep this up,” she encouraged with absolutely no strain in her voice, even as I was grunting and struggling with all I had.  But she only allowed a few more seconds of this, until her other arm, the one closer to me, wrapped behind my back and gave me a little push to the side.  This caused me to deflect away from her, and in my desperate heaving I had no way to stop myself from careening forward, toppling ungracefully and landing flat on my face in front of her.

“Whoops,” she quipped, giving a short laugh.  She was clearly enjoying the futility of my struggles.  I picked myself off the ground and looked into her face.  Her haughty smirk kindled a fire within me, or at least a flickering flame, and gave me a renewed determination to prove myself to her once and for all.  My teeth clenched in grave seriousness, I lowered my head and charged again, this time aiming for her midsection.

She allowed me to make contact with her stomach, and although I felt as though I hit her like a linebacker, her abs felt hard as a rock, and my blow produced no effect from her except a giggle.  “Watch where you’re going, little guy,” she jeered.  Furious, I wrapped my arms as far around her waist as they would reach and heaved with all my might.

Kyra remained motionless as I struggled.  After another bout of giggling, Kyra told me, “Hell, Jimmy, do your worst; I won’t even try to stop you.”

She was true to her word; I spent the next couple minutes tugging and pushing on her body from all angles, trying desperately to knock her off balance, while she simply sat up on her knees, hands on her hips, letting me wear myself out.  I tried driving my feet into the ground as I pushed against her, but she just tensed her muscles to compensate and completely negate my efforts.  I tried coming at her from behind, hoping to topple her forward, but she simply leaned back, her weight too much for my 65-lb frame to overcome.  She found my struggles more and more amusing as I went on.  To an onlooker, it must have surely looked like the pathetic struggles of a little boy trying anything he can to get his lollipop back from a big mean bully.  I just prayed that this bully wouldn’t grow tired of me and put me down once and for all. 

Soon enough, she started having fun with me.  As I put my arms back on her shoulders, trying to jostle her side to side, her arms suddenly clasped onto my own shoulders and jostled back.  The only difference was that her jostling tossed my frail little body to and fro as she laughed hysterically.  She began to pull me around in a circular motion, causing my arms to flail about helplessly.  When she finally let me go, I stumbled sideways and collapsed in my dizziness, prompting even more boisterous laughter from Kyra.

“This is so much fun, Jimmy!” Kyra exclaimed in delight.  As I stood myself up for the umpteenth time, I gave a hurt look and hesitated.

“What’s the matter?  Aren’t you having fun too?” she taunted.  I sulked, out of reach of her arms.  “I sure hope you’re not giving up yet,” Kyra chided.  “I would hate to get the idea that you weren’t TRYING HARD, so we would have to move past the fun time into the punishment.”  She gave a mirthfully vicious grin as I grimaced at the suggestion.

Fine.  If she wants to belittle me she can go ahead, but I’m going to keep going and show her once and for all just how hard I can try.  I circled around her slowly, looking for some weakness I could exploit.  The sight of me crouching, tensed, preparing to strike brought another round of laughter from Kyra, but I didn’t let it faze me.

My entire body was worn out from the constant effort I had been putting up, and I knew that I couldn’t possibly use brute force anymore (not that I could to begin with).  Knowing this, though, I came up with a plan that I was sure would work.  Well, pretty sure anyway.  I came at her from her right flank, hoping that she would brace against me so I could catch her off-balance, as instead of pushing into her, I reached out and latched onto her shoulder and the top of her arm, jumping off the ground so that my entire weight would swing around and contribute to a last heroic attempt to capsize this towering giantess.

As if in slow motion, I watched her face change from laughter to surprise as her body began tilting towards me.  I coiled around her arm tightly, finally seeing a glimmer of hope, truly believing that she would fall and I would be absolved of my punishment.

But as she began to topple, she darted her left arm out as a counterweight, and for a few brief moments we teetered on the brink.  Alas, to my horror, I felt her body tilting back to the left, slowly at first, but then finally settling back down on her two knees as her ship was righted.

Her face lit up in triumph.  “Well, that was a pretty good try, I have to admit,” she laughed victoriously.  But before I managed to let go of her arm and descend back to the ground, I felt Kyra’s entire body shift.  I clutched her arm and shoulder tighter than ever, even wrapping my legs around her, as I found myself being hoisted far up into the air.  She stood up, bearing my small weight upwards with her.

Looking down, I suddenly remembered my fear of heights and I gripped her shoulder as tightly as I could.  Giving a second look, I realized I could probably make it, though; I was a good two feet off the ground, which to my small body felt like much more, but even still, if I could ease my way down her arm a bit then I could let myself down with little difficulty.

But Kyra made sure I had plenty of difficulty.  She began to rather violently swing her arm side to side, causing me to hold on for dear life, or so it seemed to me at least.  I had a hell of a time hanging on as she bounced me about, absolutely delighted by what she could so easily do to me.

“P-Please, let m-me down!” I cried, almost losing my grip as she flung my body about.

“What’s the matter, Jimmy?  You’re not going to let go, are you?  You wouldn’t want me to think you have trouble holding on to things, like me, or your FORK with all your FOOD on it, would you?” she taunted.

I closed my eyes and hoped I could keep my grip on Kyra’s shoulder and arm.  But she didn’t make it easy.  She began to hop up and down, rattling my teeth as she did so.  Then, worst of all, she told me, “Hold tight, sweetie!” as she began twirling her body around in a circle.  I shrieked in fear, not just of displeasing her, but in actual fear for my life as I had no idea where I would land if I was flung off, as she kept spinning faster and faster and faster …

Slowly, I felt my grip slipping.  I began to slide down the length of her arm, and I was too weak to pull myself back up.  Finally, the last of my strength gave out, and she slipped completely out of my grasp, flinging me wildly away from her.  I fearfully awaited my impending doom, until…

I landed on the couch.  Shocked, I lay motionless looking up at Kyra, contemplating how lucky I was not to have broken anything in the fall.  I reckoned that she didn’t realize just how dangerous that could have been.  Or else she was just having too much fun to care.

But she didn’t give me long to recover from my fall, brusquely picking me up off the couch and setting me on my feet before her.  She managed to wipe the smile off her face and get right down to business.  “OK, Jimmy, playtime is over.  I know you've just been fooling around so far, but that had better change starting now.  This is your last chance.”

Holy Christ.  I had just put forth every last ounce of my strength trying whatever I could to impress her.  And now that I was physically and mentally exhausted from it all, she wanted even more!?  I had almost nothing left to give.  Dejected, I hung my head and begged, “Mommy, please, I can’t do any more.  I tried my best.”

I felt Kyra’s strong hand lift my chin so I would look her in the eye.  Furious, she said, “Listen to me, you little brat.  Whether you cooperate, or whether I have to beat the living shit out of you, you will learn your lesson today.  I promised Amy I would change your attitude tonight, and so help me God, I am going to live up to that promise.”

I trembled in fear as she turned and stepped back onto the wrestling surface, then crossed her arms and waited for me with cold, brutal eyes.  I stood frozen for a few moments.  But even though victory in this situation was utterly impossible, the hope of lessening my own suffering proved to be a powerful motivator in its own right.  I charged.

Slamming into the bare skin of her massive thigh and rock-hard stomach, I battled ferociously and managed to gain an inch.  Just one inch, though, as the impact caused her to step back slightly before rooting herself in place and watching me struggle below her.  I kept heaving into her for some time, until every last bit of my strength was sapped.  Dizzy and exhausted, I collapsed to the ground at her feet.

“Is that really the best you can do?” Kyra sneered.

I began to sob and grovel at her feet.  “Please, Mommy, please please please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.  “I’ve given all I can give.”  I felt truly pathetic at this point.  Kyra had beaten my last will and resolve just by standing still.

“Get up,” she commanded coldly.  I slowly rose and looked pleadingly up into her eyes.  “While you are pathetically weak, Jimmy, I will say I am impressed by your effort.”  My eyes went wide in astonishment.  Was she really satisfied!?

“So,” she continued, “you’ve made a good start.  But I need to see even more from you this time.”

WHAT!!  It can’t be!!  She must know I’ve spent literally all of my energy by now!  At this point, I was pretty sure that even if I could give even more this time, she would only expect me to go even harder the next time.  She wouldn’t stop until I was utterly crushed.

I shook my head in despair, but she crossed her arms again and stared daggers down at me, commanding me to try again or else.  I sighed a deep sigh of defeat as I prepared for my impending doom.

I ran, or, more accurately, stumbled, into her, feebly flailing my arms against her flesh and digging my face into her belly.  Knowing she would be disappointed, I began to bawl, tears streaming out of my eyes and wetting her stomach.  “Please, I give up!” I cried.

At that moment my entire world went spiraling out of control.  In a blinding flurry, Kyra lifted me clean into the air and came down on top of me, pressing her entire weight down and pinning me to the ground.

“I told you to try harder!!” she bellowed.  I was completely unable to breathe as this teenager, weighing about 2.5 times my own weight, crushed me into the blanket.  I writhed feebly under her, trying in vain to squeeze a breath into my lungs as my eyes were forced shut from the pain.

Mercifully, she lifted herself off me and sat up, but unmercifully she dragged me up and put me into a choke hold, which she squeezed tighter and tighter around my neck.  As I lay there helplessly in her grasp, she barked, “Why aren’t you struggling?”  I immediately began to flail about pathetically, unable to make any sort of concerted resistance whatsoever.

“You really aren’t sorry, are you?  After all my efforts, you still refuse to let me help you.”

I had to do something, anything.  I found a last reserve of strength from somewhere inside me, and with a last ditch effort I kicked and punched at whatever I could reach – Kyra’s legs, her arms, her stomach – and yelled as loud as I could, though garbled through my constricted throat, “Let me go!!”

“Yessss, that’s it, keep struggling.”  She responded by squeezing my neck even tighter.  Somehow, though my consciousness was rapidly fading, this was able to prompt another burst of adrenaline from me, and I was able to keep up the struggle for what seemed like a lifetime, although in reality it was less than 10 seconds.  The entire time, she continued to tighten her grip, and I soon reached the breaking point as my body went limp and I blacked out briefly.

Her grip loosened, and although she kept her arm bent around my neck I was allowed to breathe freely again.  She let me lay there for a couple minutes, slowly regaining some tiny remnant of strength and willpower.

At long last, she let me slip to the floor as she stood over me.  “Get up,” she said again, and with a herculean effort I managed to rise onto my own two feet, although I hardly had the strength to raise my head to her.  Again, she complimented me by saying, “Good effort again, Jimmy.”

But then I heard the words I least wanted to hear in the whole world: “But I’m still not convinced.  You need to do more to show me you are really sorry.”

That was it.  I couldn’t handle any more.  I broke down completely.  I would tell Kyra anything that she wanted to hear, anything at all.  Falling into a heap at Kyra’s feet, I cried profusely and exclaimed, “I’m sorry!  It was my fault!  I’m just a boy, an immature, pathetic little boy, and that’s why I dropped my food!”

Kyra removed her foot from my groveling, and I thought I was done for.  But through my sobs I heard the dialing of a phone.  A few seconds later, I was lifted up off the ground by a single arm and was plopped down onto Kyra’s lap as she sat down on the couch.

Someone answered the phone.  Kyra replied, “Hi Amy, this is Kyra.  Jimmy here has something he would like to say to you.”

She held the phone to my mouth, and, hardly realizing what I was saying, I blurted out, “I’m so so so sorry, Amy, please forgive me!  It’s all my fault, everything!  I should have listened to you and respected you and treated you like an adult and not bothered you and not eaten near you since I’m so little and weak and helpless and I can’t take care of myself anymore and can you please please forgive me for ruining your clothes and ruining everything???”

There was a pause at the other end, during which I thought I heard her snuffle.  When she did speak, I could tell she was deeply moved by my apology.  “James, sweetheart, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to hear you say that!  I forgive you!  Oh James, you truly have changed since this afternoon, haven’t you?  Now we can finally put all this nasty business behind us and from now on we’ll be closer than ever!”

After my rambling apology, it slowly started to sink in what all I had said.  While I was deeply glad that Amy was now completely back on my side, I wondered at what cost this victory was won.  Would she ever see me the same way again?  I softly muttered, “I-I’d like that ...”

“Oh, you’re just wonderful, James,” Amy said, with great cheer in her voice.  “Now can you please hand the phone back to Kyra?”

Kyra, listening in on our little conversation, pulled the phone to her and asked, “I hope that was sufficient?”

“Oh my God, Kyra, you are a miracle worker!” I heard Amy exclaim.  “I don’t know how you did it, but … well, you did it!”

Kyra laughed affectionately.  “Oh, it was my pleasure, Amy.  I’m just glad I could help.  And just as an extra precaution, I’m going to send Jimmy to bed now to reflect on what he’s learned so we can make sure it sinks in.”  It was only 7:40.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Amy replied.  “Oh, can I say goodnight to him first?”

“Why, of course you may,” Kyra replied, lowering the phone back down to me.

“Uh … hi, Amy,” I said awkwardly.

“Hi, sweetie!  Kyra tells me you’re going to bed now.  I hope you have a wonderful sleep, and I just can’t wait to see you again!”

“Uh … thanks.  You too,” I replied, again unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Good night, Jimmy!”

“Good night, Amy,” I replied, although it wasn’t until after I said this that I realized she called me Jimmy again, not to mention how she seemed all too happy to have me treated like a child now.  I just had to hope that she had meant what she had said about moving past this and treating me like an adult in the future.

Kyra took the phone back and told me, making sure Amy could hear, “Alright Jimmy, go brush your teeth and put your jammies [short for pajamas] on, and I’ll come tuck you in soon.”  I just hated, absolutely HATED how Kyra was not only treating me like a child, but doing so in front of my best friend.  And it seemed to be rubbing off on her, too!  But any resistance I had had been thoroughly beaten down for now, so I obediently got off Kyra’s lap and trudged upstairs.  I turned once I got to the top and saw Kyra sitting there, legs crossed, chatting away with my own best friend while I was forced to go to bed early.

I brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas (since I was still bare naked from the ‘wrestling match’), then sulked into my new tiny-ass room and climbed into my tiny-ass bed (though at least it was more than big enough now at my size).  Still rather dazed and confused by what had just happened, and also tired as hell from all the exertion, I was already drifting off to sleep when Kyra came in.  Walking up quietly, she laid a tender kiss on my cheek and whispered, “I’m proud of you, Jimmy, my little boy.  Good night,” then turned out the light and gently shut the door.