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This time as I got dressed I could see the humor in it since I one of her terrible spankings waiting in the wings. The only reason for my clothes was to hide the fact that I was also his mother's toy and my body wasn't going to covered for long. Just for kicks I stripped myself and pretended that supper was already over. Then I heard them call me so I quickly put my clothes back on and giggled as I headed their way.
I guess one of them had come up to her room to get the paddle while I was in the shower. I didn't hear anybody but there it was on the table and at his place setting. From the way he was sitting I had a feeling I knew where it had used but I couldn't figure out why? She saw my confusion and said, "I told him I had no problem with him keeping you as his little tart during the day but there was no excuse for him to have you naked and writhing on the floor when I came home. He knows what time I arrive and in the future I'm sure he'll see that you're dressed and presentable when I walk through the door. I hope you don't mind that we took care of that little problem without you. He's only had about two dozen swats but it seemed to make an impression. I'm going to leave the paddle out as a reminder that it won't take much to get me to tell him to stay home and we'll have a much longer discussion in my room. Now, let me tell you about the funny thing that happened at work today."
As fast as that she was her normal chatty self and in spite of his recent chastisement he took part in the conversation. All in all it was a terribly normal and very delightful meal. As soon as the dishes were dried and put away he gave her a hug, me a kiss and was gone.
It didn't take me more than a few seconds to be out of my clothes and on my way to the living room. I got the things from the drawer and she watched as I prepared myself. She was right about how awkward it would be to get the leash and the elastic hooked properly and my nipples started their rise as her fingers verified that I had the leather corrected positioned. Then she stepped back and it didn't take long before my fingers got my little nubs ready for the clothespins. I took a deep breath and attached the first one. It hurt as much as it did the night before and it was a minute or two before I could gather enough courage to put the second one on. Then I was on my knees with my hands on my head and saying I was ready to serve her.
She let me stay in that position while I related every detail of how I spent the day. I didn't have to demonstrate how he kept me on the edge of orgasm until after I told her the whole tale. Then we took a tour of the rooms where he made me pose for him and reviewed my positions. As I would bend and twist her hands found pretty much the same locations on my body that his did. Again I was physically responding to her touch but the movements of the leash and the bouncing of the clothespins when I walked had a part to play in that also. Oh, one thing about the clothespins. When we were in an area where he would pull and pinch my nipples she did not do the same but flicked the little wooden devils with her finger instead. I can't say that I cared for that and although I didn't complain she must have seen my distorted face as I tried to will the pain away.
Back in the living room she threw all the playing cards to the floor so I could show her how I had to pick them up for Dave. Once again I had a hand on my bottom and fingers slipping between my legs but the leash prevented any intrusion. I gathered the entire deck and handed them to her. She scattered them again and I went back to work. This time she didn't keep her hand on my rear end but each time I picked up a card she would slap the portion of me that was so conveniently available. Fifty-two spanks later I had more than a few tears dripping onto the floor. Still it wasn't near as bad as most of the other spankings I had gotten in that house.
Then she took the clothespins off. It was everything I could do to keep my hands on my head and unlike last night she didn't do anything to comfort the pain. I had to stand there and endure it until it went away on its own. The leash was unhooked from the back of my collar and it was a relief. However, this time she thought I need a little comforting there and I moved my feet even farther apart so her fingers could do more exploring both on the outside edges and then wriggling delightfully inside. Next she wanted for me to show her exactly how he made me kneel on the bed when we had sex. I got into position and she knelt down behind me. The next thing I heard was the distinctive buzz of her vibrator and then I felt it slide into me. She was shoving it in and out as hard and fast as his penis had and had one hand grabbing and pulling one of my breasts as she told me to describe what I was feeling. It may be possible to use proper words in an assignment like that but the more casual and somewhat vulgar language of the street was the only way I could accurately express which parts of me were doing what and how they really liked what was happening to them. I made the mistake of saying the only major difference was the lack of my ravisher's thighs slapping against sore buttocks. I was about to add that it really wasn't that critical as the effect of her activities on me was about the same but it was too late. She simulated the missing role of his legs slamming into my rear end with her hand. Now I was getting another spanking while she was bringing me higher and higher. The two sensations of the sharp sting in back and the wonderful back and forth motion of the vibrator were too much to hold back and I grabbed and pulled the breast she had to leave so her other hand could spank me and went over the top.
She let me slump to the floor and gently stroked the area she had just spanked for a second time in less than fifteen minutes.
We had plenty of time to kill so we played a game. She said she liked cats and always they were so cute when they were chasing a string. She got a piece of rope and tied a small knot in one end. She would fling it and I was on my knees scrambling after it and doing my best to pounce on it before she snapped it back. She had going all over the room and I actually caught it a few times. I suppose I should have been humiliated by acting like a kitten but in a way it was fun and when she held my head in her lap I did my best to purr.
My leash had been taken off so it wouldn't get caught up in my knees while romping around and as I accepted her soft touch she refastened it. Then she led me around the room a few times. I was on my knees and no longer a cat. Now I was a puppy who needed to be trained to heel. Except for a few sharp pulls on the leash which were somewhat unpleasant to my neck, it was getting us both to laugh. I thought it would be funny if I lifted one leg up while we were passing the chair. Sort of like a dog marking its territory. She calmly said, "No no, bad dog. You have to be housebroken." No true dog lover would have chastised a puppy the way she punished me. She used the handle end of the leash on my rear end. Still in my role as her new pet I tried to scramble away but she had a hold of my collar and I was not going anywhere as the leather came down again and again. It was not hard enough to leave any lasting marks but it was starting to hurt and I reverted to being a slave getting a well deserved reminder of her mistress's discipline. I put me head to the floor and raised her target to meet the assault.
She moved so she was standing with her feet on either side of my head and when she brought the leash down it didn't strike me across my rear end any more. Now it was coming right down the middle and making contact where I had so gratefully accepted the intrusion of the vibrator. It wasn't quite so pleased with the attention it was getting now but I took no overt action to move it out of the way. Thankfully, she only hit me about six or seven times before deciding I had learned my lesson. I didn't really need to be taught not to urinate in the living room but what I did learn is that I would accept anything from her be it pleasure or pain.
To show her how I felt I turned my head and kissed each of her feet. She let me do that a few times and then gave a gentle tug on my leash. I moved my kissed to her ankles and with more guidance from the gentle pull on my collar I worked my way up until me head was under her skirt. My nasty little magazine articles had prepared for this too and I knew where my mouth was going to end up and what she would want me to do when I got there. Sure enough the collar tightened and I was kissing her thighs. She smell of her arousal surrounded me and after I kissed the front of her panties I tried to force my head between her legs. She wouldn't let me and stepped back. She led me to the easy chair and sat down. Once I was kneeling in front of her she raised the front of her skirt, lifted herself a few inches and pulled her underpants clear of her bottom. I took over and slid them down and off but as I moved my face closer she put her hand on my head and said, "No, use this."
She handed me her vibrator and turned it on as she slid forward. It went in with no trouble at all. As I moved it back and forth and from side to side as per her instructions she unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her two hands were busy while the vibrator and I saw to her lower portions. I looked up at her face and wondered if mine made the same contortions of pleasure when I was the one having orgasms. She let me bring her to climax four times before her hands fell away from her breasts and she said, "Enough." I settled back so I was resting on my heels for a while and thoroughly enjoyed her gentle stroking of my hair.
She looked at her watch and dreamily said, "We better got dressed. He'll be home soon. Does your bottom hurt?" I shook my head and said the spankings she gave me this evening were not too bad but if she intended to whip me with the leash between my legs again I would probably be too sore to see to his pleasure the next day. She smiled and asked if I was trying to tell her how she could or could not punish her slave. I quickly said, "No way. I'm just saying that if you whip me like that we might not be able to keep our evening activities a secret. I wouldn't think of giving you any limit on how you treat me. If you want to do that now I'll accept it but I have one small request. If you do decide to repeat that form of discipline. Tie me up first. I was on the edge of mutiny after the few you gave me and I'd rather you took steps to prevent that before it happens."
She smiled again and said, "That's a good idea. I'll tie you up tomorrow and show you a few ways a girl can be punished that are not at all pleasant but I'll keep it short of diminishing your capabilities of pleasing him. Now, take your collar off and put your things away."
We were both properly dressed and sitting side by side watching television when he came home. It was late so she sent us upstairs with the suggestion that since he had a double bed it would be more comfortable for us to sleep together there. It was.
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