Mommy Morgan is very frustrated with you! How many times have I asked you this summer to keep your bedroom clean? You just roll your eyes at me.
I am not a Mommy who yells and screams at my special boy. You smile at me and promise to clean your room after dinner. You cuddle and snuggle with me after dinner and your chores don’t get done again. My friends advise me to close the door and ignore your dirty room. The ladies tell me that eventually you will clean your room.
This morning, you really go too far and push Mommy’s buttons. You have the nerve to complain to me that your lucky baseball shirt is dirty. It was left on bedroom floor instead of putting it in the laundry room. I find you another shirt for you to wear and send you out the door to your game still complaining about your shirt. I am steaming! I am mad! You need to be taught a lesson here today!
I think of a devious and humiliating punishment for you. I always believe that the punishment should fit the crime. I have had enough! I call my girlfriends and invite them over to witness your punishment.
I clean your room, bake some homemade cookies and send you a text to come straight home after the game. You find me in the kitchen. I am wearing a sexy French Maid’s costume. All my friends are teasing you about you treating your Mommy like your own personal Maid.
I lift up my skirt and flash my sexy panties. I tell you that your maid has done her job, your laundry is done, your bedroom is cleaned, and I baked special treats…and now it is time for you to pay up. I make you get down on your knees, lift up my skirt and service me with your tongue with all my lady friends teasing and humiliating you until you have paid your debt to Mommy.
