Faith Tanner was her own woman. Very confident, independent, and sure of herself. She wasn't always like that. Faith married her high school sweetheart right after graduation. She was madly in love and was sure he felt the same way. She was also four months pregnant. Five months later little Wayne was born. Faith and her husband were extremely happy. They were living the American dream. Unfortunately, the American dream for her husband meant having an affair on the side. For four years Faith was in the dark about her husbands infidelity. Then one day she smelled perfume on one of his shirts when she was doing laundry. And it definitely wasn't her brand. When she confronted him, he admitted to having an affair. Faith was devastated. But she finally got over being depressed and filed for a divorce. Now she was on her own.

But Faith didn't have time to wallow in self pity. She had a child who was dependent on her for his well being. And she was determined to raise him to the best of her ability. So she went out and got a job. For a while she was happy just having enough to get by. But she wanted more out of life. And she wanted her son to have more as well. She thought about taking night classes to learn a trade. But she couldn't decide what career she would be happy doing. Then one night she had some friends over and they complimented her on the outfit she was wearing. When she informed them she made it herself, they were hard pressed to believe it. So she showed them her entire wardrobe and explained she made them all. They told Faith her designs were fabulous and made the comment she should make a career out of designing clothes. That's when she decided to become a clothing designer.

For three years Faith took night classes and learned the trade. When she had a portfolio of her designs, she sent them to all of the major clothing stores. But no one showed any interest. Then one day her best friend bought a pair of leather pants to impress her new boyfriend. But she really didn't like the way they felt on her or how they fit. So she took them back and asked Faith to design a pair for her. She was extremely delighted with the results and told Faith she should add a leather line to her portfolio. Faith decided she had nothing to lose. So she added the leather designs to her portfolio and sent them to several stores who sold this type of item. Ten days later she had an appointment with several executives from Fredericks of Hollywood. They were thrilled over her designs and helped her set up a plant to manufacture her leather line. They quickly became the hottest items on their shelf. Faith could barely keep up with the orders.

Faith was rolling in money in less then a year. The general public fell in love with her leather clothing line. Bondage houses and fetish clubs were placing enormous orders as well. Faith had to expand her business and open two more plants to meet their needs. In two years she was a multi millionaire. Everything was working out perfectly for Faith and her son. Wayne was ten years old now and suddenly could have anything he dreamed of. So the two of them should have been able to live happily ever after. And they did for six years. Then Wayne began to drastically change. Having money spoiled him rotten. He was used to getting his way and refused to accept anything less. At sixteen he started running with the wrong crowd and kept getting into trouble.

For two years, Faith tried everything she could think of to put Wayne back on the right path. She got him therapeutic help, took him to counseling, and even sent him to a juvenile delinquent camp in hopes it would straighten him out. But nothing seemed to work. Wayne was just to stubborn and head strong. So Faith was at a loss. Then one day he was arrested with some of his friends for attempted rape. The girl testified that Wayne wasn't one of the boys who raped her. But he did participate in her abduction. It was his first felony offense, so Wayne received a light sentence. He spent six months in jail and was released into Faith's custody with a years probation. She prayed this final episode would help Wayne see the error of his ways.

Things sailed along nicely for the next few months. Wayne kept his appointments with the probation officer and stayed out of trouble. Then it all fell apart. Faith came home one night to find Wayne and a few of his friends drunk on their ass. She sent the boys home and told Wayne to go to bed. She knew there was no sense in trying to talk to him in his condition. So she put it off until the next day. Wayne didn't argue because he was really intoxicated and ready to pass out. So he stumbled to his room and instantly fell asleep when he hit the bed. Faith removed his clothes and tucked him in. "You and I are going to have a serious talk tomorrow young man. I'm fed up with this shit." She told his sleeping body. Faith was determined to straighten out her son what ever the cost. She was formulating a plan in her mind when she went to bed.

When she rose the next morning she sat down to brush her illustrious shoulder length auburn hair. Her beautiful hazel eyes had a cold, hard look in them while she concentrated on her sons problem. Every avenue she explored to straighten out her hard headed son had failed miserably. She decided it was time for some tough love. Faith kept her 5 foot 8 inch 136 pound female body in great shape due to the hectic schedule of running her business. So she felt she was up to the task. Even though her 18 year old son was slightly taller at 5 foot 10, and much heavier at 198 pounds. But Wayne had never had any combat training. While she had taken some self defense classes when she was in high school and remembered the lessons quite well. So the 36 year old beauty was confident she would prevail if it came down to a fight. Wayne was going to become a model citizen if she had to beat some sense into his hard head.

Faith decided to dress like a disciplinarian so she would look more intimidating. So she put on a pair of black leather pants and a white blouse with a black leather vest over it. She chose black high heels over leather boots in case she had to quickly slip them off of her feet. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she walked into her sons bedroom with a purpose and shook him awake. "Get up and get dressed Wayne. We need to have a serious discussion about your unruly behavior." She ordered. "Jesus Christ mom. Can't this wait? I've got one hell of a headache." He said while pulling the covers over his head. "No Wayne it can't. Now get your ass up and put some clothes on. I'll be waiting in the kitchen with a cup of strong black coffee." She replied as she turned and left his room. "SHIT!" Wayne screamed as he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

Ten minutes later he loped into the kitchen holding his throbbing head. Faith sat a cup of coffee on the table and handed him two Tylenol and a glass of water. Wayne gulped down the pills and flopped in the chair. "This bad behavior of yours is going to stop young man. I'm not going to put up with your cocky attitude any longer. I didn't raise you to be a hoodlum and by God you're going to quit acting like one. Everything I've tried to make a better person out of you hasn't worked. So I'm making a new set of rules you will be required to live by or else." "Or else what?" He asked interrupting her. "I'll get to that. Just keep your mouth shut and listen." She sternly replied. "First of all, you will come and work for me so you won't have so much idle time on your hands. Secondly, you will stay away from your trouble making friends from now on. They're not welcome here any longer and I forbid you to associate with them away from this house. That's an order." She said with her hands perched on her shapely hips.

"In fact, I'm grounding you for three months. You'll go to work with me and remain in this house when we return home. Is that clear young man?" She asked with an I dare you to challenge me look. "Now wait just a minute. I'm eighteen years old. You can't ground me or prevent me from seeing my friends." He hatefully replied. "Yes Wayne I can. You're living under my roof, so you'll follow my rules. Or I'll throw your ass out with only the clothes on your back and cut you off completely. Then I'll sell your car and donate all of your things to Goodwill. When I'm finished, you'll be nothing but a bad memory to me. I doubt if you'll be able to survive with no money, no possessions, and no help from me what so ever. I mean business young man. So like I said, you'll follow my rules or else. You don't have any other choice." She explained in no uncertain terms.

"I'm not listening to the mad ravings of a lunatic. You can't force me to abide by these rules and you know it. So I'm going back to bed until you come to your senses." He said as he stood up and started to leave the room. Faith grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. Then she slapped the surprised young man across the face. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "I was hoping it wouldn't come down to this Wayne. But you leave me no choice." She angrily told the young man. Wayne got over the shock of being slapped and doubled up his fist. "That was a big mistake old lady. No one slaps me and gets away with it." He warned as he threw a punch. Faith easily dodged it and retaliated with a punch of her own. "SMACK!" It landed flush on his chin and knocked him back. "You'll obey my rules if I have to beat you into submission." She threatened.

Anger quickly spread over Wayne's face. "WHY YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He screamed as he threw a multitude of body damaging blows. Faith kept her cool and went into defensive mode. Her self defense training quickly came back to her. She eluded his murderous punches and looked for an opening. It came when Wayne missed with a devastating right and lost his balance. Faith took advantage of his miss and opened her offense with authority. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" The first punch busted his bottom lip. The next three pounded his slightly flabby stomach. The last punch was a brutal uppercut that blasted his chin like a speeding car. Wayne back pedalled out of control and finally dropped to his back. "I warned you young man. You should have paid attention and obeyed me. But you always were to stubborn for your own good. Now that stubborn streak is going to cause you a great deal of pain." She explained with her hands on her hips.

Wayne couldn't believe his middle aged mother knocked him down. But if she wanted to fuck with the big boys, it wouldn't take him long to show her it was a huge mistake. "I really didn't want to hurt you. But you brought this on yourself old lady. We'll see who's going to be following rules when I get through with you." He replied while climbing to his feet. Faith took a fighting stance and waited for her bull headed son to attack. Coddling his ass hadn't worked. Maybe whipping his ass was the answer to her problem. She would soon find out. "Come and get it little boy. I believe you'll find out your mother is tougher then you think." She replied with confidence. Wayne waded back in with a smile on his handsome face. Does this crazy bitch really believe she can take me in a fist fight? He asked himself. She's even dumber then I thought. This won't take long at all. He thought while he went in swinging.

Now that the fight had actually started, the nervous feeling in Faith's stomach had disappeared. It happened when her self defense training automatically kicked in without her even thinking about it. Now she was absolutely positive she would prevail in this confrontation. In fact, she was extremely excited over the prospect of teaching her misbehaving son a lesson. She remembered her long, sleek legs were her greatest asset while taking the course. So she might as well put them to good use. She avoided about a half dozen of her sons power packed punches before she decided to take over. Suddenly her right leg snapped forward with the strength of a kicking mule. Wayne was totally taken by surprise. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!" Three brutal kicks ripped into his body before the sole of her high heel slammed into his face. Wayne hit the floor like he had been pole axed. "SLAM!"

"Having a little trouble staying on your feet aren't you son?" She asked with a cute smile. Wayne didn't waste his breath answering. He leaped up from the floor to make her pay. But his ferocious attack was abruptly halted by her pile driving leg. Wayne never saw it coming. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Two drilled him in the mid section and sucked the air from his lungs. Another one crushed his chest and nearly caved it in. The last two struck both sides of his face with powerful foot slaps. Wayne staggered across the floor in a daze. Faith took advantage of his disoriented state to land a vicious uppercut to his exposed jaw. "CRACK!" Wayne keeled over backwards like a sawed off tree. "SLAM!" Faith strolled around him while he lie there in a stupor.

"Things aren't going very well for you are they son? And I'm afraid they're not going to get any better. Your mother has plenty of tricks up her sleeve you didn't realise existed. And I'm going to use them all if you continue to disobey me. Now get up and go to your room like a good little boy. Or get up and fight. Either way, you'll be under my control when I'm finished with you. So make a choice little boy." She taunted. Wayne finally regained his senses and looked up at his smiling mother. That God damn irritating smile was really getting on his nerves. And her condescending mouth was pissing him off to no end. He shook his head to completely clear his mind and climbed to his feet. "Your luck just ran out bitch. Let's see if you can run your mouth with my fist down your fucking throat." He threatened.

"I'll paddle your little ass if you persist in using foul language. Maybe that's where your problem lies. I haven't given you a good spanking since you were eight years old. Which I'm sorry to say is completely my fault. But that will soon be rectified. Now put up or shut up." She commanded. "You don't have to tell me twice." He replied while he fired massive missiles of destruction. Faith went back on defense and waited for her opportunity. She blocked or evaded his explosive punches until he began to tire. Then she opened a can of whup ass and took him apart. Wayne never stood a chance. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His head snapped up and down like he was nodding yes to some imaginary question. The final right cross dumped him in the floor on his face and stomach. He lie there moaning in a delirious state of mind.

"This is great exercise and a hell of a lot of fun Wayne. We should do this more often." She said standing over his prone body. Wayne didn't think it was fun at all. His battered body was sore and his swelling face hurt like hell. But his stubborn streak stopped him from admitting defeat. He slowly climbed to his feet and stood on wobbly legs. "Fuck you bitch." He said as he threw a pathetic right. Faith simply slapped it aside and landed a savage kick that broke his nose and put him back in the floor. "WHAP!..SLAM!" Wayne shook the cob webs from his bewildered mind and gained his feet. Losing this fight with his mother was not an option he would accept. He threw another right that was just as pitiful as the one before. Faith easily swatted it down and cracked him on the temple with a solid arc kick. "WHAP!..SLAM!" Back in the floor he went in a spreadeagled position.

"You just can't remain on your feet can you boy? Are you still drunk or just clumsy?" Faith asked while laughing at him. Wayne lost control and began to cry. It totally embarrassed the young man to be reduced to tears. He hadn't cried since he was a little boy. He knew he was crying out of frustration instead of pain. But that didn't help. Although it did renew his determination to win this battle with his mother. He had to redeem himself no matter what. He made it to his feet and chucked four punches at her smiling face with all the strength he possessed. But Faith was easily able to avoid his reckless assault. After dodging the fourth she connected with a straight right between his droopy eyes. "SMACK!" Wayne was rapidly windmilling his arms in an attempt to stop his momentum. But it was a useless effort on his part.

"SLAM!" His back struck the refrigerator with exceptional force. He slid down on his butt with his drowsy head resting on his chest. Faith curled her strong fingers in his shirt and dragged the helpless young man to his feet. She firmly held his sagging body with her left hand and slapped the shit out of him with her right. Wayne was totally defenseless against her. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "You will follow my rules from now on young man." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "No more drinking and loafing around this house with your trouble making friends." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "You'll come to work for me and stop getting yourself into so much trouble." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Or so help me God I'll beat you half to death." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Is that clear young man?" She asked her sobbing son.

Wayne hated himself for being weak. But he couldn't stand anymore punishment. His spirit was broken and his will to fight had completely deserted him. He felt so humiliated to be forced to give in to his mothers demands. But he had no courage left. He abandoned his pride and accepted her authority. "Yes.. mother. It's.. clear. Please.. don't.. hit.. me.. again. I.. give.. up. I'll.. do.. what.. ever.. you.. wish. Just.. don't.. hurt.. me.. anymore." He sobbingly pleaded. "That's better. Obey my rules and you have nothing to worry about. Back slide and you'll receive a severe punishment. There are no exceptions. If I decide you need to be disciplined, then I'll carry it out with extreme prejudice. Do we understand each other young man?" She harshly reprimanded. "Yes mother." Was all Wayne was able to say before he broke down and cried.

Faith knew he was beaten and no longer a threat. But she wanted to drive home the point that she was the boss. And she was angry over the foul names he called her during their struggle. So Wayne was about to face the ultimate humiliation for his callous, insensitive remarks. "Come with me young man." She sternly ordered while she dragged him over to a kitchen chair. Wayne stumbled along beside his mother while he sobbed like a little baby. He was ashamed of himself for crying but he couldn't help it. At least his torture was over. He thought. Until Faith stopped in front of a chair and pulled down his jeans and shorts. His heart shattered in a million pieces when he realised what she was going to do. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Please mom. Don't do this." He begged. "Hush Wayne. You deserve to be punished for calling me such foul names. So try and accept it like a man." She admonished. Faith sat down and draped him over her lap.

"WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" Her hand rose and fell like an unstoppable machine. Wayne's bare ass quickly turned a bright shade of red while she relentlessly spanked him with her hand. He wailed like a banshee but it didn't detour his mother from her mission. "Never call me those filthy names again young man. I'm your mother. And I deserve your respect." "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" "So keep your foul mouth to yourself when you address me. Because I won't put up with it. Am I making myself clear?" "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" He screamed. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Faith finally slid him off of her lap to kneel in the floor in front of her. "Good boy. Now pull your pants up and sit down at the table while I fix you some breakfast." She said with a soothing voice.

Tears were pouring out of his eyes when he stood and pulled his pants up. His embarrassed face was nearly as red as his scalding hot ass. Wayne sat down and instantly shot to his feet. The pain in his ass was to unbearable. "Mother. Can I go get a pillow to use as a cushion?" He asked with his head hanging down. "Yes Wayne if you feel you need it." She replied while suppressing a grin. "Thank you mother." He said as he scurried off. Faith was smiling from ear to ear while she took the bacon and eggs out of the refrigerator. She was confident the problem with her son had been solved. All it took was a little tough love. But just in case she was wrong, she was confident in her ability to straighten him out again. As many times as was necessary. She had plenty of tough love to give.