After getting into trouble at school, Charles’s Father sent him to Grandpas, where the strict old man put him in a shirt and tube socks with strange patterns and lines on them, along with some tighty whities. When Charles put them on something shifted in his brain, like the whole weekend was a dream he couldn’t wake up from.
Soon enough he was flat on Grandfather’s lap. “Charles, you’re not a rebel. You’re a good boy.” Charles’s cock jumped. “You obey your teachers.” Charles smiled. Of course. He’s always been a teacher’s pet. “You obey your Father.” Of course. Charles always does what Father says. Father knows best. “You’ll wear these socks every day from now on and keep your mind so happily obedient.” Charles nodded as Gradfather spanked him once more. Of course he’d stay in trance now. After all, good boys obey.