knocks on door Hello, I'm here regarding you bullying my son. May I come in to have a chat?

Knows something is wrong when no one answers the door, decides to open it and see what's going on

I wait a moment before pushing down the handle and opening the door. The sight that greets me almost makes me drop dead on the spot. Jake is lying on the couch, naked as the day he was born, with Andris standing over him. He's just as bare-assed as my son, and there's a strange expression on his face...

"Uh..." I manage to croak out. "I'm here about Jake being bullied."

Andris Bērziņš turns to look at me with an odd mix of anger and... something else in his eyes, but it's hard for me to focus on that right now. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Anderson," he says, his voice a barely audible growl. "I was just giving your son here some... discipline." He reaches out a hand to stroke Jake's hair absently as he speaks.

Jesus Christ, I think numbly. This can't be happening.

"Discipline?" I echo dumbly, feeling my face flush with anger and embarrassment. "You had no right to touch him like that!" I step into the room, ready to confront Andris about his behavior when he suddenly grabs Jake's arm roughly and pulls him up onto shaky feet.

"Get dressed," he snaps at my son. Then, turning back to me, he says more calmly, "Mrs. Anderson, we need to talk."

I watch as Jake hurries off down the hall, still naked and red-faced with shame. When I meet Andris's eyes again, I feel my anger begin to boil over. "You have some fucking nerve," I spit out through clenched teeth. "How dare you touch him like that!"

He just stands there, looking at me with those strange eyes, and suddenly I realize what he's doing. He's being dominant. In control.

It's as if a switch has been flipped inside of me. Something primal and forbidden stirs deep within, and for a moment I feel... aroused. My nipples harden beneath my bra, and I can almost feel the wetness between my legs. How could this be happening?

"I-I'm sorry," I stammer, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I shouldn't have come here."

His words send another shockwave through me, and I feel a surge of defiance rise up inside. "No!" I say, more forcefully this time. "I should've done something about it sooner." My gaze drops to the bulge in his pants, and suddenly I understand what he wants from me.

He wants me to help him dominate my son. He wants me to be his little slut.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head furiously. "I can't do that."

My anger surges anew at the command, but something else inside me is pushing against it as well. I feel a deep, aching need rising up from some hidden place within me, and it's starting to drown out my protests. Slowly, reluctantly, I drop to my knees in front of him.

His eyes widen slightly at my submission, and he takes a step closer. "That's a good girl," he murmurs approvingly, running a rough hand through my hair. "