“I didn’t know I could, Ma’am. You didn’t tell me to.”
“That’s right, I didn’t. And that’s a very good answer. You won’t need to be punished—for that. You do, however, need to be punished for calling me by the wrong name—twice—and for letting Katie put her hands down your pants and losing your hat. A spanking is in order for misbehaving in the bushes. And, just for the record, I’m neither your daddy nor your mommy. We’ll have to see what punishment best suits those lapses!” I sat down on the couch and patted my thigh. “All right, get down here now.”
Once she was settled across my knees, I fingered the chain attached to her nipple clamps. “Here,” I said. “Put this in your mouth, between your teeth, and don’t let it fall out.” It was a bit of a stretch and she had to tilt her head down a little. I knew she’d be pulling on that chain, tightening those clamps in no time.
As the first smack landed, she jerked her head up and dropped the chain. “What did I tell you?” I picked the chain back up and put it back in her mouth. “And keep it there.”
I continued with her spanking. To her credit, she didn’t drop the chain again, even though there was a lot of grunting and whining coming from between her clenched teeth. Once her bottom had a good glow going I moved my hand down between her legs. Yes, she was nice and juicy. I briefly let my fingers play in her slick pussy before removing them to her whines of disappointment.
I gathered her wrists together behind her and hauled her off my lap. With both of us standing, I could see that her poor nipples had withstood a lot of pulling and pinching and were red and swollen. I quickly cuffed her wrists and attached the cuffs together behind her back before removing the clover clamps. She squealed and shook her tits when they came off but I ameliorated her pain by bathing each nipple with my tongue and then sucking on it until she moaned. The sheen on her thighs didn’t escape my attention.
Pulling her by her bound wrists, I brought her around the couch to the back and bent her over. “Back up. I want those legs spread and that ass in the air. Now, on to the caning.”
“Oh, please, Ma’am, not the cane. I’ll be good; I promise.”
“Oh, I know you’ll be good,” I said. “You’ll be my good little piece of Girl Scout ass when I’m done with you. Maybe you remember what to call me now, but you didn’t before. It’s the cane for you, my pretty.” Just saying that made me feel like Snidely Whiplash and I wished I had a mustache to twirl.
I picked a sturdy cane out of the bunch I’d brought from the bedroom and sliced it through the air so she could hear the whoosh. She shrieked.
“That’s right, girlie,” I said, and brought the cane down in the middle of her ass. A thin white line appeared and then slowly turned red as she danced on her feet. I gave her two more swipes in quick succession, each just a little lower than the one before, and watched them color up too. A quick peek between her legs told me what I wanted to know. Her trimmed bush had swollen and split open like an overripe tomato. The inside was shiny and wet and the shine was spreading down the crease of her leg onto the inside of her left thigh.
“You really hate the cane, don’t you little girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” she sniffled.
I pushed three fingers into her cunt and said, “Yes, I can tell how much you hate it.”
“Not fair, not fair,” she cried.
I pumped her one, two, three times, until I began to feel a slight fluttering in the walls of her cunt. I withdrew my hand.
“Nooo, not fair, not fair, not fair,” she cried.
This time, I picked a thinner cane from the bunch and gave her a quick, hard swat right on the spot where her legs met her ass. She raised her hands, as if to reach down and rub the spot, but the leather cuffs prevented her from getting close to the area. Instead, she danced on her toes again.
“Stick that ass out for me. All the way out. And spread those legs; what do you think this is? Rest time?”
“No, Ma’am!” She backed up, arched her back and really pushed her ass out with her legs spread as wide as she could.
I sank to my knees behind her and pushed her cheeks apart with my hands before shoving my face into her wet pussy and licking and sucking out all the juices. I alternated between pushing my tongue inside her and biting her labia before going on to nipping at and bathing her hot, swollen clit—but not enough for her to come. I withdrew my face and grabbed her mound with my hand and squeezed until she danced on her toes again.
“Ooh, thank you, Ma’am,” she moaned. “I promise to be good if you’ll do that some more.” She wagged her butt back and forth.
“Oh, you do, huh? We’ll see what gets eaten and by whom,” I said. I pulled on her wrists, forcing her to stand up. After I made sure she was steady on her feet, I unfastened one of the cuffs and turned her around to face me before refastening it again, this time in front of her. I bent her over the couch again and kicked her feet apart with my boots. “Push that ass up. How many times do I have to tell you?” I gave it a light smack before pumping some lube into my hand and smoothing it into her ass. I lubed up a large butt plug and slid it inside her. After getting it past the first ring of muscles, her body swallowed it whole, all the way up to the jeweled guard at the end. She flexed internally, pumping it in and out of herself, getting used to the feeling of being filled. “Greedy little Girl Scout,” I said.
She whimpered and danced some more.
“Now it’s time for you to freshen up my tea. It’s gotten cold. Heat it up in the microwave. And I’d better not smell cunt juice on your fingers when you come back.”
She pushed herself to a standing position and said, “Yes, Ma’am.” She waddled over to the coffee table and retrieved my mug with both hands before waddling toward the kitchen. With each step, her body got more and more used to the plug in her ass. She was walking normally by the time she reached the kitchen. While I waited for her to come back, I stepped into my black leather harness and fastened my double dong onto it.
She came back into the living room, carrying my hot tea, and her eyes grew large. I held out my hand for the cup. “Did you touch yourself?”
She raised her hands, formed the right one into the Girl Scout salute and said, “On my honor, I didn’t,” then giggled.
“There are condoms on the table. Put one on each of my cocks and then worship them while I drink this tea.”
“Oh, Mom—uh, Ma’am!” She raced over to the table to get the condoms. Tearing open one package, she slid the latex down the largest dong and kissed the end. Then she opened a second package and slid the condom over the slightly smaller cock. On her knees, she licked, sucked and kissed the latex-covered double dong while I watched her, slowly drinking my tea. She couldn’t get them into her mouth to suck, past the tip of each, so she had to content herself with sucking on the heads and kissing up and down the shafts.
Once I’d had enough tea, I pulled her up by her cuffed wrists and told her to go get both sets of clover clamps. She whimpered but hurriedly rushed to comply. She brought them back to me and I had her bend over the couch one more time, with her legs spread. I attached a set of clamps to her labial lips, letting the chain hang down between her legs, and gave it a little pull to tighten the clamps. While I was there, I twisted the plug in her ass, for good measure. Telling her to stand, I turned her around and applied the other set of clamps to her nipples, putting the chain in her mouth again. “Raise you head, there’s a good little girl. Now, trot on over and bring me the weights.” When she returned, drool was running down the chain hanging from her mouth and her nipples were pointing up to the ceiling. She handed me the weights.