Too much love.
Chapter 1 – (cbt, Fm, spank, humil)
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Helen groaned as she heard the screams echo from the front room. Without looking she knew what was going on. Her son Ed was fighting with one or other of his sisters again. Hearing a crash she hastily stood and rushed into the room to see what disaster he had wrought to her house once more.
As she entered saw her 13 year old son sitting astride his older sister. His knees pinning her arms to her side, his hands holding her face casually as she struggled swearing and cursing at her brother.

“Edward Tonny get off your sister this instant.” She tried to command but to no one’s surprise Ed only gave her an insouciant grin ignoring her. Turning to his sister he began to dramatically snort and gargle creating a huge sister splattering lugee ready to deposit on his horrified sister.

Helen stood helplessly watching; ever since her husband and the children’s father died two years ago Ed had become ever more insolent and rebellious. She had tried grounding him but he simply left his room anyway; she tried stopping his allowance but he simply took it from her purse when she wasn’t looking, she had even once smacked him, but so lightly that Ed had laughed at her as she done  and pushed her away as she sat there crying at her failure.
Her two daughters Amy who was struggling with her brother and the youngest Beth were still well behaved, it was just Ed he was uncontrollable. Was there nothing that cold stop his bad behaviour?

“Here goes Sis..” Ed taunted as he leaned over ready to drip his foul excretion upon her. Amy desperately went for the nuclear option. To aim Ed had raised himself up and forward slightly. Enough to present Amy with an opportunity. With a furious movement she snapped her knee up hard and first in between her brother’s legs and drove into him with all her strength.
The thud could be heard rooms away as her knee connected with Ed’s testicles driving them up into the boy’s pubic bone. Ed’s eyes grew wide a burble of agony escaped his lips as he keeled over curling into a foetal ball his world now a small ball of pain.

Amy now free rose up and proceeded to flail in anger at her brother ineffectually. Raining hits and kicks upon her torment trying to gain a measure of revenge for his constant bullying.

Helen shook herself out of her surprise and leapt forward bodily hauling the furious teenage girl off her brother, pushing her away she ordered the girl to calm down and leave before turning to look at her son.

Ed was in agony, in more pain than he had ever faced in his thirteen years, more even then when he had broken his arm falling from a tree when he was six. Gasping he rolled back and forth a hand cupping his bruised balls. Fuck that cow has broken them he moaned, I’ll get her he vowed as his senses eased him back to reality. Rolling to his knees he used his free hand to brush the tears from his eyes, it was only then he noticed his mother.
Helen stood passively watching as her son slowly stopped rolling around in pain and regained his senses. Her arms were crossed over her bosom.
She did not like seeing her son, any of her children, in pain, but to her surprise she did not find herself rushing to her beloved little man and hugging and reassuring him. In fact she quite enjoyed the sight. Yes it was wrong of Amy to knee her brother, well knee her brother in that place, and quite so hard but without question he did deserve it. Not just for today’s fight but for the teasing and taunting and bullying of the last few years.

Helen’s main fault was that she was nice, too nice. The children’s father had been the disciplinarian, the one to say no, and command obedience with a scowl and a frown. Not Helen she was just too … nice.
But she was a caring mother and she knew her son was on the border. The border between child and teenager, the border between boy and man, and the border between becoming a good or a bad person. She knew her job was to give her children the best upbringing that a widower could, to bring them up happy and bring them up to be good people. She was succeeding with her daughters, but she was failing with Ed.

She refused to fail her son so, she would help him, she would love him, and she would make him a man.

“Mom” Ed whined as he managed to secure enough air back in his lungs to speak, “Did you see what Amy did?” 
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do? Ground her? You would me.”
“Actually I’m thinking of thanking her.” Helen replied a small smile on her lips at the outraged face of her son.
“Yes Ed. Thank her. For showing me a solution. A solution to your brattish annoying behaviour.” She spoke calmly but her words seemed to hand heavy in the air somehow.
Ed watched eyes wide in true surprise as his mother walked up to him. Gently she moved her sons hand away from his genitals and brushed an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulders as she looked him in the eye.
“You have skipped school repeatedly; you have stolen from me, broken things around the house in a fit of pique, sworn at me. And no matter what I did you wouldn’t stop.”
“Ed’s face twisted in anger at his mother’s words. He had heard them before but did she not realise he was not a boy, what did she know. She always sided with his sisters. She did not care. He hated her. All these thoughts and more raced through his mind in a second, snarling he tried to twist from his mother’s grasp and find something to break, some way of hurting her, some way of showing her how much he hurt since his father had left them.

To his surprise his mother onto him rather than letting him go as normal. Her hands gripped so tightly on his shoulders that he winced in surprise. Before when there had been physical interactions he had always been the stronger. Now he realised he had only won those times because of his mother’s weakness of will, not the weakness of her muscles.
“Let go of me you bitch.” He said the word without thought.
Helen’s hand snaked out a slapped her son in a hard but controlled slap, and then a backhanded slap to the other cheek leaving two bright red marks on her sons formally white cheeks.

“You hit me…You hit me…” Ed repeated the surprise and shock writ plain on his face. For a second Helen nearly broke and moved to hug him and apologise, but she stopped. A memory flooded back of the face of Beth. The seven year old girl was distraught her face broken tears rolling down her eyes as she surveyed the remains of the dollhouse she once played with. Ed stood in the corner laughing at the sight of the ruined toy, a toy he had deliberately broken in response to some childish dispute between the two children. 
The dollhouse had been made by Beth’s and Ed’s father. It was not that well-made, it was not pretty or special, save that it was the young girl’s last real link to her father. That was the time she had tried to spank the boy turning him over her knee and slapping his bottom. Her spanks though were too light and had no effect, the boys mocking laughter causing tears in Helen’s face as the boy left leaving a mother and daughter to share tears together.
Her hand moved down with no thought controlled subconsciously as it grasped her son’s small penis and testicles in a firm grip through his trousers. Given the earlier abuse even this relatively light grip caused him to yelp in pain and surprise.
“ENOUGH. Stealing, swearing, truancy, all those I could forgive. I tried to be understanding to give you leeway due to the loss of your father. But … but you have ruined the lives of your sisters and of mine. We have lost too you know?” her voice raised in tone as with each word her grip tightened like a vice on her sons testicles.
“He was their father too; don’t you care what they went through, what they are going through? He was my husband don’t you think I hurt. Could you not help me instead of trying destroying this family?”

Ed could not speak his head was red in agony as his mother’s hand now tore pain from him like nothing before, he thought he would throw up when her hand tightened, he thought he would throw up when the hand continued to tighten, he knew he would die as the pressure continued even more. Through the pain though he heard his mother’s words and they hurt even more, well no they didn’t, but they did hurt he conceded.
His mother suddenly let go causing his to fall heavily to the floor writhing in pain and dry retching.
“I’m sorry Edward but I can’t allow you to ruin this family or your own life. I tried to be understanding of your needs as a boy going through changes, but I most do what is best, even if you don’t understand.” Helen’s heart hurt at the sight of the pain she had caused her son. Her hand seemed to burn in shame where it had torn torment from her son’s body, yet her head ruled all. She now had a way of controlling her son, she could control him, it would not be pretty she knew. And she knew too that despite this initial victory over her son the war against the boy’s internal anger was far from over. No today was but the beginning but she smiled serenely as Ed crawled away and slunk to his room in pain and shame, it was certainly a promising beginning.

Helen ruffled Beth’s hair as she walked past her as she ate breakfast causing a snort of annoyance from her as she patted down her maternally ruffled hair. Smiling she left the kitchen and walked up the stairs her smile fading. It was almost 8.00 a.m. and her son was not up yet. True it was Saturday and normally she would have let her son’s tardiness slide, but she knew that she had to follow up on the vents of the night before.
She had searched her soul after punishing Ed trying to decide whether what she had done was right or not. She knew something had to be done, but was this the right way? How could a mother do what she planned to do? The truth was she had no choice, all other types of punishment had failed the boy was wild and out of control, and now he was entering puberty and growing she could not physically restrain him. At least without exploiting the boy’s one God given weakness.

She opened the door and saw an amorphous lump on the bed where her son lay hidden under a duvet. With a quick movement she reached down and whipped the duvet off and dropped it on the floor exposing her son naked save for a pair of blue briefs. Ed came awake looking left and right in shock at the sudden exposure, his eyes soon focused on his mom and he squealed “Mom.” As he tried to cover himself as his mother looked down on his near nakedness.
“Up.” Helen barked taking Ed by the arm and hauling him up not giving the boy time to gain his equilibrium and resist. 
“And why are you wearing those.” She snapped pointing at the briefs that he had left on from the previous night.
“Have I not told you to put all your used clothes in the basket before you go to bed?” her eyes looked around tightening as she saw the boy’s other clothes splayed around the floor rather than in the basket.
“Take them off and in the basket it’s time for breakfast.”
“No way.” Ed replied shocked knowing his mother would see his nakedness, his boy bits, for the first time in many years.
Helen with shocking speed caught the retreating boy and pulled him back onto his bed. Straddling his body she pulled the briefs free from him exposing him. The fight from Ed stopped as soon as she had stripped him. Ed could not comprehend what had changed in his previously meek mother and his nakedness caused him to feel more vulnerable then he felt possible. Not to mention that he could still feel the ache from his mothers and sisters actions the night before, an ache that meant he was not really in the mood for much sudden or energetic movement
Helen could not help but look at the boy’s penis and testicles as she stripped his underpants of him. Organs she had not seen since she last bathed him at the age of 6. His penis had grown slightly and his testicles also, although that may also be due to the swelling and redness that were still apparent from last night’s punishment. She was not sexually attracted by the sight. He was her son, and he was small down there, in comparison to his father’s penis the only one she had seen in her life. He was at best average and that was being generous yet his adult penis far outstripped the small wrinkled one before her eyes. Uncircumcised unlike his father, they had seen no reason to change that; it was if anything she conceded really quite cute in a strange way.
Shaking her head free of these thoughts she stood up dragging Ed with her she pulled him towards the door.
Ed did not argue sensing no was perhaps all things considered not the best time to argue. That was until he realised that his mother was taking to him to the kitchen. Taking him to the kitchen where his two sisters were eating breakfast. His two brattish sisters who would see his floppy bits, oh God no….
“No Mom, No I’m naked.” He protested anxious that he was not humiliated in front of his two horrible sisters.
“Don’t argue. Times have changed for you.” Helen replied calmly and moved her hand from Ed’s shoulder and instead gripped the boy’s testicles in an unrelenting grip pulling the now, significantly less resisting boy after her.

Amy nearly choked on her cornflakes as she saw Ed being dragged into the kitchen by his mother. When she saw by what her mother was leading him she did choke, dribbling milk down her chin. Beth who was sitting with her back to the door looked at her older sister’s face quizzically before turning and gasping in horrified delight at what confronted her. 

Ed was squirming in embarrassment yet his mother would not relent.
“Edward here is going to apologise.” She declared to the two girls letting his testicles free but taking hold of his shoulder as he first attempted to bolt to safety and only then reluctantly settled for covering himself from his sister’s gazes.
“What for?” he whined.
“What for! Perhaps for being a spoilt brat who has made everyone’s life in this house a misery. For fighting, stealing and breaking things. Perhaps that’s why.” Helen replied sarcastically.
‘Yeahhh’ exclaimed Beth who still harboured her brother ill-will for his destruction of her dollhouse. 
“Amy was fighting as well” Ed protested ignoring the look of anger that his older sister shot him “and as you say the oldest should set an example.”
“Quite right, that’s why Amy is grounded for the weekend” Helen replied ignoring the ‘oh Mom’ complaint from Amy.
“You grounding me then as well.” Ed sneered knowing that that really was not much of a punishment, and if he grew bored he would simply leave grounded or not.
“No”.
“That’s not fair.” Amy exclaimed “He started it, and he has been such a brat” she added sullenly as Ed grinned believing that perhaps he would be getting off, well getting off other than having to apologise in the nude. After all his sisters had seen him nude before, if a few years ago, and an apology was only words.
“No I’m not grounding you Edward, after all that has failed so many times before. No I’m going to spank you.” 
Ed sniffed disdainfully he knew that his mother could not spank hard, and even naked as he was he would not suffer much, he could live with a little bit of embarrassment after all.
Using a foot Helen dragged a spare table chair from under the table into the room and sitting down pulled Ed after her. For a second Ed had not resisted expecting his mother to take him to his room and give him a few slaps like last time away from the prying eyes of his siblings. He was therefore already over his mother’s lap bare bottom up before he realised that his mother was going to spank him in front of his sisters. This was a fate worse than death for him knowing that he would lose face before them. With an effort he struggled attempting to escape but to his surprise he was unable to escape, his mother moving quickly capturing one leg under hers and spreading his bottom wide.

Beth and Amy shared a grin of wild delight as they saw that they would get to watch as their brother got his long due comeuppance. This was so improbable a turn of events that they could not believe their luck, staying silent in case they attracted their mother’s attention who might get them to leave no realising that they were still there.

They need not have worried Helen knew that a few spanks would do nothing to help Ed behave. That had failed so badly before. She did not why and she could not explain how she knew, but she did now with a certainty of purpose that brought light to her life. She knew in her heart that Ed must be broken down into a little boy again so that he could be rebuilt into a man. Such a task would require humiliation, it would require time and it would also require pain.

One hand holding the squirming boy still she used her free hand to ease her son’s testicles and penis back so they laid pointing backwards away from him resting against her thigh. Ed’s squirming stopped instantly as he felt his mother’s hands on his sore ‘bits’. Yet to his relief she did not squeeze or hurt them this time. In fact as far as Ed he could assess his mother was simply moving them out of the way so they weren’t crushed beneath him when she spanked him. He was wrong.

Amy looked curiously at the small wrinkled sac that was now visible. She had only just started dating a boy of her age, and her experience with him had gone no further than a few chaste kisses, a state of play that would not change soon Amy was clear on. But she was becoming more interested in boys, particularly certain bits of boys. Her curiosity would not permit her not too look. Even knowing they were small and belonged to her brother there was something inexplicable about the little things that rested against her mother’s leg. However what she saw did not impress to her eyes they looked like no more wrinkled prunes, just why were boys so proud of them? 

Helen knew the girls were watching a fact which discomfited her. However this was the only solution that she could see. It was with a heavy heart she lifted a heavy hand and with a gentle but firm slap she landed the first blow upon her son’s recalcitrant body.

The scream was unearthly causing Beth to drop her spoon in shock and horror at the sound, even Amy with her behaviour of the previous night looked shocked that such a sound could come from a human being.
There shock was as nothing to Ed’s. His mother’s hand descended to his bottom but had not hit it directly. Instead it had fallen upon his exposed balls stinging them painfully and compressing them against his mother thigh. He felt bile rise in his throat as he screamed his pain. Hoping beyond hope that this was merely a misaimed blow from his mother, inexperienced as she was at spanking.  The second blow disabused him of that notion as the maternal hand descended one more slapping his testicles causing them to bounce and flop between his outstretched legs.
Were his stomach not empty he would have emptied it on the kitchen floor as four more slaps hit his balls. Each blow was no harder than the one before. And no one blow was in truth hard. But each blow hurt a thousand times more than the one before as pain radiated like a visceral rip inside his body, causing his mind and senses to shut down save for the pain.

His mother released him and he slumped to the floor moaning in a private world of pain. The whole affair had taken less than 20 seconds yet a lifetime had passed for Ed. Through the pain he realised that things had changed. His mother loving but useless had changed now she seemed more terrible and vindictive than could be believed. Ed hated her, hated her with more passion than he felt possible yet was there also respect? He did not know his mind not yet capable of functioning at such a level the pain taking every cell of his brain to fully process.

Helen almost cried her chest bursting in her own pain as she saw the mess she had made of Ed, her son, her only son. Yet she also saw the looks of hope in the eyes of her two daughters and she knew that she would have to endure the pain she was feeling to save her family. She could not relent now. No indeed she would have to push on further.

“Edward I hope you have learned your lesson. Your behaviour will no longer be tolerated. That applies to you two as well.” She swept a look at the two daughters hurting inside once more as she saw them physically shrink back from their mother now, anxious not to receive similar treatment.
“Understand I will not hesitate to spank you again Edward. Harder if necessary. Do you understand?” she asked the boy who still mewed on the floor holding himself.
Ed did not reply but Helen understood that this failure was not indiscipline rather incapability so she took no action.
“Well then Edward after breakfast you can join your sister in staying in your room all weekend. You’re joining your sister in a weekends grounding. I’m quite sure that this time you won’t, neither of you”” she looked sternly at Amy who lowered her eyes, “will think of escaping when my back is turned.” 
Ed who would have required a stretcher to escape at this precise moment agreed with his mother and with a herculean effort hauled himself up of the floor and collapsed on a chair staring at his mother like a mouse before a cat only able to nod his understanding.

“That’s settled then.” Helen added brightly as if nothing had just happened, “Well Ed do you want cereal of toast for breakfast?”


