Wedding approval

It seems strange, but even though I accept my role as a submissive man, I still suffer agonies of embarrassment whenever I am humiliated. My mother conditioned me well with frequent spankings, whether I deserved them or not! It didn't seem sexual with her, she was always so matter-of-fact about it. And she wasn't bothered if anyone else was there, her friends, my friends, family members; anyone, in fact. I had to take down my pants and bend over her knee, then, after my spanking, I had to stand in the corner with my hands on my head until I was given permission to get dressed again.
All of this preamble is just to try and explain why I accepted the following and confess to the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.
When my girlfriend and I decided to get married, she said that, if I was really serious about marrying her, I would have to be 'approved' by her mother. I said it wouldn't be a problem. I mean, how hard could it be?
I pretty much forgot about it and then when I called for her one night, she invited me in and led me to the living room. Her mother was sitting on a chair and we exchanged greetings. She went on to say that Fiona, my girlfriend, had told her we wanted to get married. Aha! This would be the approval interview. However, her next words shocked me into silence; she ordered me to drop my trousers and pants! I turned to Fiona, but she just said that, if I wanted to marry her, I had better do as I was told. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment as I unfastened my belt, undid my trousers and let them fall to my ankles. I hesitated at pulling my underpants down, but Fiona's mother snapped at me to get on with it. I stood there, grateful that my shirt was covering my genitals, until I was ordered to take that off too! I had been in similar situations before and knew I had to stand up straight with my hands clasped behind me. Then I was told to come closer, so I shuffled forward, the pants around my ankles adding to my humiliation. When I was stood in front of her, she reached out and cupped my balls in her hand and 'weighed' them. 'Not bad,' she said, 'there should be plenty of grandchildren in there.' She started to stroke my cock and I could only cringe as it hardened. 'Mm-hmm, you should be able to satisfy my daughter with this.' She went on to say that there could only be one boss in any successful marriage and Fiona would be the boss in ours! I was made to say that I understood and accepted this. To 'prove my commitment', I was told to bend over Agnes' (future mother-in-law's) knee. My previous conditioning kicked in and I automatically obeyed, despite my feelings of shame and embarrassment. Agnes wasn't playing around, and I couldn't help yelping as her hand landed on my bare buttocks and my girlfriend sat and watched. After about a minute, my buttocks were stinging and Agnes asked Fiona if she had spanked me yet. When Fiona admitted that she hadn't, I was made to shuffle across to her seat, my cock swinging from side to side with the awkwardness, and bend over her knee. Agnes felt that Fiona was being too tentative and ordered her to spank harder. Once I was yelping again, Agnes was satisfied and I was sent to stand in a corner while Fiona got ready to go out.
When Fiona came back, I was told I could get dressed now and Agnes announced that she approved of me and that we could get married. We both thanked Agnes with big grins and hugged her before we went out to celebrate.
Fiona warned me that her mother would visit us once a week after our wedding, to make sure I wasn't forgetting my place, and I grew to really look forward those visits.

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