Wayne Tanner had pretty much behaved himself after his mother Faith implemented her tough love treatment. The harsh beating and terrible spanking she gave him quickly straightened him out. But giving him an executive position in her designer clothing business went to his head. Wayne got full of himself and constantly pissed off all of her employees. Faith was ready to administer another brutal beating to the young man when the head of her Marketing Department took care of the problem for her. Jasmin Ling got fed up with Wayne's condescending bullshit and beat him to a pulp. She feared her job was in jeopardy when Faith walked in on them. But Faith not only approved, she joined in to help punish her trouble making son. Then she forced him to accept a new rule. Each time he got out of hand he was disciplined in front of the harassed employee and they were allowed to break one of his bones. After Wayne received a broken arm and two broken fingers he finally got the message. For several months now his behavior has been exemplary.

Faith was just getting comfortable with her well behaving son when the roof fell on her head. Tax time was just around the corner and Faith liked to be well prepared for anything. Her company was going over their inventory so her schedule wasn't as hectic as usual. She decided to hire an accounting firm to make sure her books were in order. She completely trusted her accounting department and they knew it. It was just good business to have an unbiased eye make sure everything was on the up and up. The accounting firm soon discovered the inventory and the books didn't match up. Over sixty thousand dollars was supposedly paid for material that wasn't there. On further inspection they found nearly twenty thousand dollars missing from petty cash. When they followed the paper trail it led straight to her son Wayne. The accounting department never dreamed of questioning the owners son so the error wasn't caught by them. Faith was furious with Wayne. Unfortunately he was on vacation at the time so she couldn't get her hands on him.

By the time Wayne returned a week later Faith had discovered his weakness. Her money grubbing son had developed a gambling habit. And he was using company funds to pay his gambling debts. When he walked through the door carrying his bags that Saturday afternoon there was a huge smile on his handsome face. He had no idea his secret was out and his mother was pissed. The smile rapidly left his face when Faith grabbed his lapels and tossed him across the room with a judo throw. "SLAM!" Wayne hit the floor and tumbled several feet before coming to a stop. He was still slightly groggy when his irate mother jerked him to his feet and clobbered him on the chin with a devastating right cross. "SMACK!..SLAM!" Wayne was back in the floor and thoroughly stunned. Faith stood over him with her hands on her hips and stared down at her lying, thieving son.

"I was just getting use to you acting like you had some sense when I find out you have a serious gambling problem. Which in itself is bad enough. But when you steal company funds to support your disgusting habit you stepped way over the line. Fortunately I have the perfect cure for your outrageous stupidity. And we have the rest of the weekend to put you back on the straight and narrow path." "NOW GET YOUR ASS UP!" Wayne was absolutely terrified. His mother was more angry then he had ever seen her before. And her hard hitting fists and mule kicking feet scared him to death. She looked especially menacing wearing her black leather pants and six inch spiked high heels. Although the long sleeved silk blouses like the pink one she had on now had always struck him funny. Like she was trying to add a touch of femininity to her tyrannical demeanor. But he wasn't laughing now. Because he knew he was in for a severe beating and was about ready to shit his pants.

"Wait mother. Please. I can explain." He pitifully whimpered. "No explanation you can give will satisfy me you little bastard. You took advantage of my generosity and tried to play me for a fool. Now it's come back to bite you on the ass. You know the harsh punishment for the despicable crime you committed so shut your whining mouth and get on your feet. I won't tell you again." Faith warned. Wayne slowly climbed to his feet and began to back away. Faith went after him with a smile on her beautiful face. The first beating she gave her son to straighten out his ridiculously bad behavior was given as a last resort. Everything she tried before that had failed miserably. She assumed it would set him on the right track and that would be the end of it. But when he screwed up and had to disciplined again, she discovered the thrill of dominating another person was intoxicating. Seeing the fear in his eyes while he crawled at her feet was the best high she had ever experienced. It was a drug she had to have. And Faith was about to overdose on it.

"Come to mama. We have an extremely serious matter to discuss." Faith said as she grabbed her trembling son by his shirt. Wayne was so frightened he nearly passed out. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "SMACK!" His left eye was in enormous pain. "I didn't raise you to be a thief." "SMACK!" Now his nose hurt like hell and his eyes watered up. "Stealing from me or anyone else is completely unforgivable." "SMACK!" She bruised his jaw. "You have gambled away your last penny you ungrateful fucking weasel." "SMACK!" His lip busted and turned puffy. "If I even suspect you have been gambling again I'll chain you up in the basement for the rest of your pathetic life." "SMACK!" She nailed him on the cheek and it slightly swelled up. "Am I making myself clear young man?" "WHAP!" Her right foot clubbed him on the side of the head and deposited Wayne in the floor. He lay there feeling sorry for himself while his heavy tears uncontrollably poured out like a hard summer rain.

Faith closed her eyes and savored the overwhelming power she felt flowing through her veins. Dominating Wayne was as good or better then having fantastic sex. Her 5 foot 8 inch 136 pound female body was tingling from head to toe. When the exotic rush had totally filled her shapely body she hauled the sobbing Wayne to his feet. "Time to resume your punishment wimp so let's continue. Mother knows best you know." Wayne simply sagged in her grip and cried his heart out. He knew it was useless to fight back so he accepted his fate. Faith cranked his arm one way and then jerked it another. Wayne's slightly chubby 5 foot 10 inch 212 pound frame went flying like a bird. "SLAM!" He hit the floor and rolled. He was barely coherent when Faith lifted his legs and tucked them under her arms. Then she began turning in circles until his body was off of the floor and spinning like a top. After building up considerable speed she turned him loose. Wayne sailed across the room like a frisbee.

"SLAM!..BOUNCE!..BOUNCE!..BOUNCE!..SLAM!" Wayne hit the floor and skipped across the room like a flat rock over a pond. The wall finally stopped his momentum. He was unconscious when Faith reached his motionless body. She wasn't about to let him get off that easy. Faith roughly snatched him up and brutally slapped his face. "SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!" "Wake up you worthless piece of shit. I want you to feel every bit of the torture I'm going to put you through. So open them God damn eyes." "SLAP!..SLAP!" Wayne came to and instantly felt the excruciating pain. When his mother dragged him to his feet he broke down and bawled like a broken hearted child. But Faith felt no sympathy at all. "Cry all you want you useless prick. It won't save you from the beating you richly deserve. Now stand still so your mother can practice her Karate kicks. Good boy." She said as Wayne stood on wobbly legs when she released him.

"WHAP!..SLAM!" The sole of her shoe crushed his face and knocked him against the wall. He was in the process of sliding down on his butt when Faith helped him back up. "Steady there weeny. I've been rather busy lately and haven't had much time to practice. So stop wasting my time and stay on your feet. There you go. Hold it right there." "WHAP!..SLAM!" The toe of her shoe slammed into his chin and snapped his head back. He crashed against the wall again and started to slide to his right this time. "Whoa boy. Can't you follow simple orders? I told you to remain on your feet. You really don't want to piss me off any more then I am. So be a good boy and do as you're told." She chastised while she steadied her helpless sons slumping body. Faith decided to remove her shoes so she wouldn't accidentally poke his eye out with her spiked heel. She didn't want him permanently disabled.

"WHAP!..SLAM!" The sole of her foot plowed into his face and slammed him against the wall for the third straight time. Wayne's nearly unconscious body was about to fall forward when she jammed her foot under his chin and pinned him against the wall. "Refusing to obey my orders is exactly why you get into so much trouble." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" Faith slapped his face back and forth with her foot before jamming it across his throat again. "One of these days you'll eventually realise I mean business." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "But until that happens, I'll gladly discipline you for not behaving." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "It's not painful for me at all." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "While I'm positive it is for you." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "Fortunately that doesn't bother me." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "So you better learn to obey my commands or you'll constantly be in pain." "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!"

Faith caught her sleeping sons body before he could collapse and firmly held him in her strong grip. She decided not to wake him up because the first punch she threw would only knock him out again. She drew back her hard fist and commenced to beat the poor young man senseless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Blood and teeth were flying in every direction. His face ballooned up to the size of a basketball and was covered with every color in the spectrum. But that didn't detour Faith from her mission. She continued to beat her defenseless son to a pulp without a touch of remorse. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She finally let him slump to the floor and grabbed the back of his collar. Then she dragged the savagely beaten young man over to the sofa and propped him up on his knees. She pinned his head down on the cushion and began to destroy his mid section with extremely powerful kicks. Each time her foot struck his lifeless body it jerked like he was having an epileptic fit.

"WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" His poor stomach eventually broke down and turned to mush. But Faith was immensely enjoying herself. So she repeatedly tattooed his ruined stomach after the muscle was long gone. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Her leg started to tire so she decided to switch positions and work on his ribs. Faith straddled his shoulders and pinned his head to the sofa with her ass. She hooked his useless muscular arms with her gorgeous legs to make sure they would be out of her way. Then she doubled up her fists and attacked his ribs with extreme prejudice. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" The resistance she encountered when she first started was quickly and efficiently hammered into submission with her hard fists. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" After a while it felt like she was striking a soft pillow. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SNAP!..SNAP!" The fourth rib on his left side and the third on his right, finally succumbed to the pressure.

Faith clearly heard his ribs break and was surprised to find out she felt no pity for her son. In fact, the exact opposite was occurring. When she felt his ribs give way under her striking fist it was strangely exhilarating. She stopped torturing her helpless victim long enough to let the glorious sensation wash over her adrenaline filled body. It enveloped her in it's euphoric cocoon until she was cooing like a happy little baby. Faith finally shook herself out of the trance she was in and took a satisfying deep breath. "DAMN THAT FELT GOOD! WHAT A RUSH!" She said with a smile. Faith collected herself and climbed off of her badly beaten son. When she was absolutely sure her body was under control she slapped Wayne awake. He felt the unbearable pain as soon as he opened his eyes and attempted to scream. But his broken ribs forced him to cut it short. He simply knelt there and soaked the sofa cushion with his unstoppable tears.

"Have you learned to behave yourself you thieving little bastard?" Faith sternly asked her thoroughly broken son. "Yes.. m.mother. I.. pr.promise.. I'll.. never.. st.steal.. from. y.you.. again." He sobbingly whimpered. "Oh I already know that. In fact I can guarantee you'll never steal another penny. And your gambling days are over. If I even catch you flipping a quarter I'll put your sorry ass in the hospital. Is that perfectly clear?" "Yes.. mother." He whined. "It better be boy. I've had it with your sarcastic attitude and foolish behavior. You're going to become a well behaved son who gives people the respect they deserve or I'll beat you to death. And I'll enjoy every second until you take your last breath. So you better heed my warning if you want to stay alive." She adamantly threatened. Wayne could tell by the scowl on her angry face that she meant every word. Her hazel eyes were cold and frightening to look at. He couldn't stop his body from trembling.

"Teaching you a lesson has turned this room into a complete shamble. Some of the furniture got moved out of place and you knocked over one of the lamps. There is also blood stains on the wall and carpet and your teeth are lying all over the floor. Get on your feet and clean this mess up." She ordered. "I don't think I can get up on my own. Help me mother." He whimpered as he extended his arm out. "Sure son." Faith replied with an evil grin. She grabbed him by the wrist and slammed her foot under his armpit while savagely yanking on his arm. It easily separated from his shoulder joint and limply fell to the floor when she dropped it. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Wayne's broken ribs didn't stop the ear piercing scream from escaping his wide open mouth. Unfortunately he didn't pass out from the terrible pain she inflicted on him and had to suffer through it.

"You never learn do you you fucking moron? A simple please would have been sufficient enough to bring me to your aid. But that word never entered your idiotic brain. Did it you mindless fucking wimp?" Faith snatched a hand full of his hair and threw him down on his back. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Wayne couldn't suppress the high pitched scream that filled the room. His dangling arm slapped the floor hard and his broken ribs were on fire. He was squalling like a spoiled brat when Faith mounted his chest and pinned his right arm down with her knee. Wayne's face turned as white as a sheet when she raised her male beating fists in the air. "SMACK!" "MANNERS BOY! YOU BETTER LEARN SOME REAL QUICK!" "SMACK!" "I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR SELFISH ATTITUDE!" "SMACK!" "YOU'RE NOT NEARLY AS IMPORTANT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE!" "SMACK!" "HOPEFULLY I CAN BEAT THAT NOTION OUT OF YOUR MIND!" "SMACK!" "OR YOU'LL CONSTANTLY BE IN A WORLD OF PAIN!"

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Wayne's loud shrieks lasted about ten seconds before he mercifully passed out and couldn't feel the awful pain. Faith continued to beat him long after he went to sleep. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She finally stopped when her arms grew tired and she couldn't lift them anymore. Poor Wayne's face was so mangled he looked deformed. But compassion was an emotion Faith never expressed. She was teaching her hard headed son a valuable lesson. So a mothers love for her child was completely forgotten. He had it coming and she was dishing it out. In her mind it was as simple as that. When she climbed off of her badly beaten son her anger was still at it's peak. Her arms were useless for the moment but her legs were in perfect working condition. Being barefoot however wouldn't cause him much damage. So she retrieved her spiked high heels and slipped them on her feet. Then she strolled back to the broken pile of flesh lying in the floor to wreck more havic.

"STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" Her feet rose and fell like an unstoppable jackhammer. Wayne regained his senses and repeatedly screamed in terror. "AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" His mournful wailing didn't sway Faith from her solemn duty. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" When her punishing feet stopped raining down on him, Wayne's ruined body was covered with angry red blotches. As a final touch, Faith lifted his right leg in the air and snapped a forceful kick to the side of his knee. "SNAP!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" It shattered like a twig and fell lifeless to the floor. Faith stood over her crying son and smiled. "That should teach you some manners you pompous asshole. Now get up." She commanded. Wayne was frightened out of his mind. The woman standing over him was certainly not his mother. She was a hideous creature who was out of her mind with hatred. And he was utterly defenseless against her.

"STOP MOTHER! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" He begged. "Then do as you're told and get up. You know I hate repeating myself." She spitefully answered. Wayne used his good arm and leg to maneuver his body so he could struggle to his feet. He was afraid of what his mother was going to do to him when he got up. But he was even more afraid to disobey her and remain in the floor. That would have been committing suicide. Luckily for him his mothers anger had finally ran it's course. "Let's get you to the emergency room so they can patch you up. You have a job to return to Monday morning and I expect you to be on time. I'll be watching your every move so you better treat my employees with extreme kindness. Is that understood young man?" She sternly asked. "Yes mother. I'll behave. I swear." He whimpered. "You better. You know what's in store for you if you don't. So take my advice and follow my orders to the letter. Now get your ass in the car." Wayne hobbled as well as he could on one leg and did as she commanded.

The Doctors and Nurses in the emergency room were appalled over his battered condition. They couldn't understand how three men could be cruel enough to beat someone that bad during a mugging. That's the story Faith told and Wayne wholeheartedly went along with it. They worked on Wayne for hours to repair the severe damage. One Nurse even had to leave the room and vomit because his mangled face was so repulsive. His left eye was completely swollen shut and there was barely a slit to see out of from his right. His nose was broken in several places and was slightly crooked. Both of his lips were puffed way out of proportion with his top angled to the right and his bottom to the left. Seven teeth were missing from his mouth and two others were nothing but jagged pieces. His screwed up face was covered with every color known to man except pink. You had to look at his lower neck to find any visible signs of pink flesh. The top of his left ear was ripped down about a half an inch where her spiked heel caught it while she was kicking the shit out of him. And his entire head was swollen at least three times it's size and profusely bleeding in numerous places. However the red spots all over his battered body had them stumped. Wayne said he was out cold and had no idea what the three men used on him. It was nearly impossible for Faith to suppress her impish grin.

Wayne showed up for work Monday morning as ordered with his leg in a cast and his arm in a sling. He was courteous and respectful to everyone he met. The employees didn't have to ask to know why he was in such horrible condition. However they were surprised at how far Faith went to punish her asshole son. A few felt a little sorry for him. Even though they hated his guts as much or more then the others. They thought no human being should have to suffer through such a terrible ordeal like that. Wayne looked like he had been in a cataclysmic car wreck and then was trampled by an angry herd of elephants. But no one expressed their opinion on the matter. It certainly was nice to have Wayne treat them like they were important instead of dirt under his heel. So they let it slip from their mind and went about their work. Faith kept an eye on him like she promised and was satisfied with his good behavior. Maybe I did beat some sense into his hard head. She thought to herself. But if he forgets his place and back slides, I'm more then willing to repeat the performance. In fact, she found herself hoping he would fuck up. "A mothers job never ends when it comes to her children." She said out loud with a smile.