PART ONE e – The Third Date

  "Do you think this is mean, or would you agree that its best to have our talk in an orderly fashion. Do you agree?"

  "I agree with you."

  "Great. I will begin. I expined to you, my difficulties. I expined to you, how small my pool of applicants really is, how difficult this is. I realize that might meet the definition of desperate in some way, but in my case, I feel that's unfair. If I was desperate, that would mean I was dropping standard after standard. I'm willing to lower or even eliminate one or more standard or standards, in order to be reasonable. But, I'm not willing to lower or eliminate practically all the standards, in order to simply have someone. So, I'm not desperate. I've been sticking to my guns. Now, this will not get you in any trouble. Do you agree with me, that I'm not desperate, and its something else?"

  "Yes."

  "Thank you. I regret that we have to have this talk this way, I was honestly picturing it going better. There's simply no other way, so here we are. When I ask you a question, do not tell me the answer you think I want to hear. You tell me the truth. You won't get in trouble right now for it. What would get you in trouble right now, or even bigger trouble down the road, would be to sugarcoat something, or try to phrase it so it sounds more acceptable. I want the truth. I expect clear, direct answers. Do I make myself understood?"

  "Yes."

  "Do you really like tall, strong women?"

  "Yes."

  "A tomboy is a girl that isn't a girly girl in one, or more, or even many ways. If she has enough characteristics that aren't girly girly, we use the word tomboy. Tomboy does not mean gay or bi. A tomboy still likes only men. Example. The girl that wears jeans and T shirts, and rides a dirt bike with the boys instead of pying with dolls, and might even keep up with those boys in the pack of dirt bikes. Do you understand what tomboy means here?"

  "Yes."

  "You like tall, strong girls. Do you also like tomboys."

  "Yes. A lot."

  "Do you like tall strong girls more than dainty girls? Be honest. Its perfectly all right to find both attractive, so don't lie to me. Do you like the big girls more than the dainty girls?"

  "Yes."

  "Now then. When did you start to notice that you liked tomboys, and found tall, strong women attractive? Estimate from what age."

  "As far back as I can remember."

  "You really like watching women's Olympics? Because you like seeing those kinds of girls."

  "Yes."

  "Other women's sports? Always because you found them attractive."

  "Yes."

  "How about female bodybuilders."

  "Not all."

  "Here's your first chance, to expin something. Expin the difference between the female bodybuilders you like, versus the ones you don't like. Go. Be truthful and honest."

  "Okay. The face, the hair, has to be… feminine. A crew cut, or a weird face, ruins an otherwise perfect one. I can't expin it, but, some of even the biggest and most cut ones? There's still something very feminine about the body. If I put my hand over the body, and see just the face and hair? its still pretty and feminine."

  "Hmm. Okay. I understand that. Question. Do you find one more attractive over another one, simply because she's bigger or more cut? You can add an expnation, if you wish."

  "No. The taller, or the bigger, or the more cut one? Is not automatically the most attractive one. Sometimes the shorter or lighter weight css one is way cuter."

  "Does this sudden interrogation about dy bodybuilders, and all the essay answers, leave you wondering why I am concentrating on this subject so thoroughly? Be honest. You're permitted to expin."

  "I'm scratching my head on this one."

  "I believe you. You just made mommy very happy. I'm very pleased with you right this second, did you know that?"

  "No."

  "Well, I am. Would you like to know what you just told me, that made me so happy?"

  "Yes. Very much."

  "You, just find tall, strong girls attractive, that's all. You aren't a… amazon fetish person."

  "Can…"

  I stuck the riding crop a bit more firmly up under the chin, and gave him a firm look.

  "Would you like to ask a question?"

  "Yes…"

  "The proper way to ask a question, politely, is to say please. Try it again."

  "Please."

  "Do it that way for the remainder of this talk. Yes?"

  "Can I please ask a question."

  "Yes. Go ahead."

  "I understand, there's a difference. Would you tell me what the difference was, how it came out of what I said? Please."

  "Hmm. Okay. The fetish weirdos, always pick the taller bodybuilder over the shorter one. The thicker or more muscur one, over the smaller one. The more ripped one, over the softer and more rounded one. For them size is as important, or even more important, than the feminine features. Does this answer your question?"

  "Yes."

  I reached back and gave him a hard single whack with the crop. It ended up nding somewhere back on a thigh, I didn't care where it really nded. Then I smiled.

  "Just a gentle suggestion, to say thank you. Now. Let's practice it again. Does this answer your question?"

  "Yes. Thank you."

  I ran the riding crop around him and touched his face with it. I wore my hard look I had used for his little correction, then softened into a smile as I firmly pushed up from under the chin.

  "You're welcome. In general, you're not under risk of punishment, before I've expined something to you. After I've suggested something, though? I expect my suggestion to be followed. Now. Once I expined to use please, doesn't it really seem logical, that thank you should go right in without being told?"

  I reached back without looking, smiling, as I gave him several notably harder whacks, before returning it back to under his chin.

  "It would be polite, to say thank you. So, we'll try that again."

  I reached back giggling, and he got perhaps twice as many, harder yet, randomly nding on the outside of that thigh somewhere.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  I studied him some, smiling, before I held the crop out to the side, and ceremoniously dropped it.

  "That? Is my indication to you, that I want you to to feel under no obligation to… color the answers to sound better. Be honest. Honesty here, is way more important than trying to please me. Is that clear?"

  "Yes."

  "Okay. Don't get too free with your little yap, or forget your manners so quickly, either. Its right there for me to pick up and use, whenever I feel the need. Understand that suggestion?"

  "Yes. Thank you."

  "Good. Very good, actually."

  I indicated to him with my open palm pointing at him, cocking my head and smiling, prompting him.

  "Thank you, thank you very much."

  "All right. When you're given a compliment, its polite to say thanks. Now then. Onto the honesty counts for more than anything else questions. You will not be punished for how you answer the questions, as long as its honesty. You could obviously get punished for how, but not for what you say. Be nice, but be completely open and honest. Is that in any way unclear?"

  "Very clear."

  "Now then. You find girls that look like me, surprisingly attractive. That much is clear to me. I'm fttered. I'm very fttered, I'm… beside myself. You make me feel very, very lucky to have found a boy I find attractive and I'm attracted to, that has this. Do… you feel at all lucky to have found me?"

  "Yes. Very, very lucky. You have no idea."

  I smiled warmly, and caressed his cheeks gently.

  "Shh. You don't have to go overboard. You really like me, don't you."

  "Yes. Very much."

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  "Hmm. I already know without asking, that you like to get swats. Now, be honest. There will be no punishment of any kind, for saying no to this one. What I am doing right now, the way I'm doing it. Do you like it?"

  "Yes. Its… fun."

  "Fun, like you enjoy the swats?"

  "Yes."

  "This doesn't have to be a thing, what I'm doing right now. I don't even know what to call this right now. I figured this would make the conversation easier and quicker. We had misunderstandings, hurt feelings, in both directions. We both got one or more wrong ideas, we both accidentally said the wrong things, and the other took it the wrong way. I'm doing this, this way, to eliminate that. I need you to understand that. I'm not doing this to have fun doing it, although it is fun for me. Now. Let's get into the… muddy part and clear the water up. Okay?"

  "Yes. Thank you."

  "All right. I don't want you getting the impression, that I think of you as any kind of a… male cheerleader groupie, at all. I don't think of you like that. My feelings? There's a piece of gss ying in the alley, and me and the other girls were walking past it every day back and forth to school, and not giving it a second thought. I started to notice it glimmered. I picked it up, and looked at it. Huh. I feel like I went around asking about it, and eventually found out its actually a very valuable uncut diamond. I feel very, very lucky to have noticed it, and very lucky that I figured out what it is. I need you to understand this. Do you believe me? I'm not mad if you don't, and I'm… perfectly willing to… go though some period of… probation or something, in order for you to decide I'm telling you the truth. If you're unsure, that's fine, admit it. But I'm asking if you believe me."

  "I believe you."

  "Really? You don't have any lingering suspicions, that I'm just trying to pick out a groupie, and make them feel special, like… a football jock sweeping a cheerleader off her feet, only for her to find out she was being pyed."

  "I believe you. You seem sincere."

  "I am. Now, I won't lie to you. I'm a girl. There are some parts of me that are very feminine. One of those things? Is a girl wanting a boy. Every girl wants to be able to get boys, just like you boys want to be able to get girls. Now, most people, value their partner based on how high their peers rate them on their catch. Very few people, don't. I'm one of those people. I think its silly, that the other girls, and by other girls I mean the sports girls, superficially find you more than attractive enough to take an interest in you? Then magically get turned off, when they discover that you're smart, you're eccentric, and a computer god or whatever. That, in and of itself? Doesn't bother me one bit. From day one. If that was the only thing, we might have been having this conversation a ways back. Okay?"

  "Yes. Thank you very, very much."

  "You're welcome. Now then. Most girls, definitely do get turned off by nice guys. They whine they can't find a nice guy that will treat them with respect and kindness, then every time they get a hold of one? They drop them quick, with this oh, he's too nice bullshit. I'm not like that, I don't believe in that shit, and honest to god when I read women's magazines? I'm yelling who in the hell writes this shit, its retarded. Yeah, I could sit with the guys and the old men somewhere, and bitch like I know men do about that crap. Feminism and feminists can suck a fart out of my ass, as far as I'm concerned. Ask anyone, I call women's magazines? Retard Monthly."

  "Thank you."

  "Now. Just so you know I'm being truthful with you? Here we go. If I was trying to butter you up or sugarcoat things, I would skip this. But, I demanded honesty? I'm giving it back to you. I was starting to get somewhat interested in you, like I said, a ways back. I won't lie. I don't fall for the jerk asshole routine, that all the other girls do. I tell them, and their jerks, to their faces at the drop of a hat? This isn't a bad boy, this isn't a tough guy… this is an asshole that just runs his mouth and acts up. I ain't impressed one bit. Now, that doesn't mean I'm not turned on by an actual… masculine man. I am. The difference though, is I don't fall for that act. Here's me being truthful. I was turned off by the… I'll just say it. The reputation of being a sissy. Now, under no threat of any punishment, of any kind? Say or expin what you want."

  "I don't care. If being quiet, polite. Considerate or thoughtful, makes me unattractive or… too nice? Then I'm not interested in that girl anyways. She's half shallow and the other half stupid. I don't care what other men, or women, think. And as far as the pecking order macho boy bullshit routine goes. Real tough guys, I mean actual trained fighters? Don't get their ego hurt by being called a pussy, or any of that shit. Anyone in it for an ego boost? Has the wrong attitude. Its pretty rare for me to take the bait. I don't get… a big man feeling? If I win a fight. I feel the same as I did before it happened. If I can avoid a fight, simply by saying word X? I say it. I think you saw in the video? I don't have anything to prove, do I."

  I smiled. I rubbed my hands on his cheeks, and I blushed. I ended up lowering myself down to y on him, and gave him slow, wet, sloppy kisses for a little bit, before putting my palms on his shoulders and returning myself back to my upright riding position. I sighed before continuing.

  "Will you forgive me?"

  "For…"

  "I'm ashamed. To have to admit it, but… I was attracted to you. Noticed you. Then, I found out, what. You were too smart? I was willing to overlook being too smart as some kind of fault? I'm an idiot. I cim I want a smart man, and I'm put off by one. Then, the pushover thing? Yeah. I was willing to overlook that, too. Which was another big sin on my part. But, my biggest sin, that I'm… going to actually beg your forgiveness for? Was… I'm ashamed to admit, that when I found those videos, because I was intrigued by the weird story I heard… yeah. I heard the story, all of a sudden I'm interested again. Then I saw the videos? I… got wet. There, I admit it. I'm… no better than all the other dippy girls, I thought I was better than. I wouldn't bme you if you didn't want to forgive me for that right away, or, if you didn't forgive me at all for that. I'm sorry."

  "Its fine."

  "I'm… forgiven? You don't hold it against me."

  "Its fine."

  I smiled, I blushed, and I came back down and went back to the slow, wet, sloppy kiss routine. Shushing him, cooing, begging for forgiveness. Admitting I didn't deserve it, and thanking him for being so sweet and understanding. I promised, in lurid detail, to make it up to him and to please him in bed. It took me a while to compose myself, and to try unblushing and regain my… whatever I was doing back again.

  "Thank you. Very. Very. Much."

  "You're very welcome."

  "Hmm. You? Are really something. So…"

  Trying to think how to do it, I tapped his chest idly while I figured out how to approach the next one. Fuck it.

  "We're dating. But… I don't know how to ask it. If I should ask if you would take me as your girlfriend, or if you want to be my boyfriend, or which. So, will you… have me? Can… we try it? Please? I'll… beg some, if I have to. I'm… not above it right now. Please… I promise you, I'll… you know. Do these things you like. I promise, I won't start turning it into a birthday and Christmas only thing. You have my word on that. Trust me, I'm… very naughty, and can potentially get naughtier. If that sweetens the deal. Pretty please, will you at least think about it? I swear by all that's holy, I'll try to be a good girlfriend, I promise. I'll… I swear, you'll never have to worry about me, you know, running around, or… having side fun. I honestly don't believe in that. Ask around, I don't have a bread crumb trail of guys in my wake, ask anyone. I'm choosy, I don't sleep around even when I'm single… I swear. Please, will you at least think about it?"

  I felt silly, and was blushing bad and I knew it. Sitting there on him, biting my lower lip, biting my thumb, looking I suppose for all the world like any other dippy girl for once. I hated it, but I wanted something, and this was the only way to get it.

  "Yes. Please."

  "Really? You, don't want time to think about it?"

  "Yes. Please."

  I naturally at this point fell into yet another routine of lowering myself down onto him, again the wet sloppy kisses in slow motion. I ended up going with a few doggy licks up his face, then some neck kissing and biting. Then, back and forth among these things. My hand went from palms on cheeks, to roaming naughty hands, then back up again. I finally slowed it all down to extremely slow kissing, with me barely moving around a little, palms on his cheeks. I stayed at that point for quite some time. I went through a litany of little shushes and thank you's, before ending with my wet lips on his ear. I gave him one of the naughty bedtime stories he seemed to have enjoyed so much.

  "Hmm. You are so lucky, mister. Because if this didn't work? I was going to have to resort to much harsher techniques to get you to say yes. This was very important to me, and I was willing to do anything to get my way. I was prepared to tie you up. Completely helpless. Not nice, rope so tight it burns and digs in. Painful to move, and even painful from being too tight just sitting there. The kind of tied up, that the next day your wrists and ankles would have all those pitiful little rope bruises showing. And that's nothing. The whipping would have been simply forever. Tears, screaming, just for a start, before we really got down to business and I really gave it to you good. Oh yeah, until you said yes, pffft. We're talking until you agreed to beg and plead to be my property. Then, make you ask officially, when it was over. Kneeling at my feet, face on my feet, begging. And who knows, maybe even another whipping after that one. So you got my message loud and clear, that you belong to me, and that's all there is to it. But, you said yes, so… we get to avoid all that unpleasantness."

  Then I sat up, smiling. I slid down a little, to check his interest level. The interest meter was quite up, leaking. I smiled and flicked it, to watch it bob around a little, showing the leakage.

  "Someone sure does like their naughty bedtime stories, I can see that."

  "Thank you. Very, very, much."

  "You're welcome. Now. As fun as this part ended up…"

  I picked up the riding crop again ying there waiting, and held it aloft, before going back to running it over him, as I had been doing before.

  "We? Have to now establish ground rules. Some of these won't really apply to you. I mean they apply to you, believe you me, but what I mean by they don't really apply to you, is that I don't picture you pulling that shit. But."

  Whip up under the chin firmly.

  "Ask mommy nice, to expin some ground rules to you."

  "Will you please, expin the rules to me?"

  "Very good. Why yes, I would be delighted. I thought you'd never ask. So. We already know the most important rule, which is of course that our naughty little secret? Is our secret. Do not share this secret with anyone. I am not going to be made a fool of, all over campus, people pointing at the circus freak, made into a ughing stock. You won't get punished, you'll get immediately kicked to the curb, and there will be no more me and you. You already know that one? Bears repeating. People talk about setting boundaries up front? That's a huge one. I don't have any really strict rules on sharing or not sharing other stuff, but use some common sense and discretion. I would prefer that everyone at the bar or the coffee shop or wherever the hell you hang out at? Not know all our personal sexual details. This rule? Non negotiable. I intend to have a degree or degrees one day, and work in offices and be a professional. Not going to be the circus freak, trying to be taken seriously. Understand this rule? Yes or no. Speak."

  "Yes."

  "Good. Promise me, that you understand this rule. Its very important."

  "I promise."

  I leaned back and did the hard, random outer thigh crack. I must have nded on another earlier one, because he made a slight wince. Whatever.

  "Great, you promise. What exactly, are you promising. Expin it properly what you're promising to, so we're crystal clear on this rule."

  Another hard swat.

  "Ah. I promise, I promise I understand this rule. I promise I won't ever tell."

  Another harder swat.

  "Not good enough. You won't ever tell what?"

  Another hard one.

  "Ah. I promise, I understand the rule, I will never, ever tell anyone our naughty little secret. I promise, I swear."

  Another good one.

  "Not bad. Again."

  He went through it slightly different. We went through this several more times, before the swats got really hard, and got to be several at a time, between each "again" request.

  "And that? Will have to do for now. Not bad. You get the basic idea. We'll be going over this rule quite frequently, until I'm sure you have it committed to memory. Mommy was nice, in not going into further detail about how important this rule is. Do we need to go over this much more thoroughly? Not a problem. We can cover this quite in depth, if there's anything you're fuzzy on. Or are we crystal clear about this. Speak."

  Another now routine random outer thigh smack.

  "Where's the politeness? Thank mommy, for expining this so nicely. Because otherwise, I will have to assume you don't appreciate nice, and we can go over this rule the much longer, much more uncomfortable way. Your choice."

  He thanked me profusely, amid several more swats.

  "Okay. This one shouldn't even need to be a rule, but. You will not be running around on me. There's this shit where the guy cheats, gets caught, then there's the arguing and then the makeup sex? Fuck that shit. I personally don't think you'll do this? So don't take it personal. I see this shit all over. It just happened, my fucking ass. It was an accident? Bullshit. You don't accidentally fall down and your cock nds in a strange twat, I ain't buying that shit. Some of the other girls, due to a short supply of guys for us, are forgiving this shit, and they're passing the guys around. Not me. I been doing without long enough, that I'd rather go back to doing without, than forgiving the unforgivable. Not doing it, don't ever ask, don't ever try. You understand this rule? Indicate you both understand, and agree. Then promise it. Go."

  There was another round of swats, and "again", swats and "again", until I was sure I made my point about that one. Then, another series of fairly hard ones, and we went through the thanking for expining it the nice way, and exactly what we were promising not to ever try. Satisfied, I moved on.

  "Now then. You listen to me, and you listen good. Again, not saying this is you? Don't take it personal. Part two of this once again, monumentally important rule. If you ever do manage to trip, and your cock nds in a strange twat? You had better be smart enough to just cut your losses and go. Because, I swear to god and by all that's holy. If you're making the rounds of the girls, and I find out, and you haven't left? Oh, my, god. What you will be in for. You, will think you're getting tied up all helpless for standard naughty bedtime fun? And boy, will you be in for a surprise. You'll get kicked to the curb, after I'm done working you over. Don't speak yet, there's more."

  "Now then. There's a thing, they call it prior selection. You might have noticed, when a guy has a steady girl, more so when married. Their options suddenly open right the fuck up. Why? Women are retarded cunts most of them, and they read Retards Monthly magazine. Here's the deal. Once everyone in my circle sees I pce high value on you, and I do. That? All of a sudden makes your stock quote jump. Because if another girl cims a guy, he must be a quality guy. That's how the guy makes the rounds of the girl's friends. Do not fall for this shit. Don't speak, there's a third part."

  "How do you handle it, if or when it might happen? Easy. You have two choices, when a girl hits on you. Option A. You ignore it and move on. Option B? You come and tell me. I'll handle it. Either way works for me. Now, I somewhat prefer to be told, although that's your choice, no penalty for ignoring it. But, if you come and tell me. Show me the text or whatever? You'll be greatly rewarded. Mommy rewards loyalty, most women simply demand loyalty and take it for granted. Not me. We're talking breakfast in bed level of treatment here. Don't speak, another part."

  I calmed down, and somewhat dropped the level of the mom tone a couple notches. I dropped the whip like before, and put my palms affectionately on his chest.

  "Look honey. I'm not a jealous and possessive crazy woman. I want to reward good behavior. If you show me loyalty? I will constantly and consistently reward it. You'll see, there's a whole undry list of retarded shit, that all women are known for, you will not have to put up with. Your guy friends will be jealous. I will not talk down to you, or order you around, trying to impress the girls. I see this all the time. The girls all get bragging, how under their thumb their man is, how he knows better than to open his mouth? So, they all have to try to show off and outdo each other, to back their bullshit up. Then? They wonder why their guy is cheating! These retards browbeat their man in front of their friends and take him for granted. Then a friend will remind the guy how he's treated. Oh, she treats you so horribly, she doesn't appreciate you, you don't deserve to be treated that bad… boy would I show you how nice it is to be appreciated… come here and give me a kiss. Wait to speak, almost done."

  I sighed, and shrugged.

  "Look. I think I got most of the stuff all the guys compin about all the same things? You won't get out of me. You know that period bullshit? Nope. That, is made up bratty bullshit, I'm a woman and I can say it. There's no excuse for being a cunt every 28 days, and the period's the excuse. Money and finances? Non issue. I don't want or expect anything. I don't want a guy, because its financially advantageous to have one. I just want you. Not your wallet. I want to spend time with you. I want someone that looks forward to curling up on the couch and watching a movie with me."

  I picked up the crop, and dropped it again immediately.

  "That? Is a toy. For sexy fun time. I can't make you do things, or prevent you from doing them. I ask that you come talk to me about anything, especially us. You don't need advice on how to handle me. You don't need… this sure fire pn that always works, to get her to do X. You wanna go fishing or hunting? Go. You wanna buy yourself a major purchase? You don't need to ask me. Example? Some girl is showing off her new phone she got that her guy bought her. He bought himself something expensive? She somehow used that as leverage she could use a new phone, and its way less than he spent on himself. She knows my thoughts on the matter. When she bragged to me how sly she is? I told her she's a gold digger, how does she think this makes her look good. If you give having me as a girlfriend half a chance? I think, in a short time, you'll see I'm not whistling Dixie."

  I smiled as warmly as I could, and patted his chest.

  "So, in all seriousness. Does this sound like a good deal?"

  "Yes. It does."

  "Thank you. I think? I hope, anyways. You know how growing up poor, makes a person appreciate a job and money and they don't waste what they finally have? I'm hoping that going through my thing, will make me appreciate a guy that actually thinks I'm gorgeous. I think a lot of people make these same speeches, then they don't see bad habits they pick up from their friends creeping in over time. If you see something like that happening, bring it up. Don't cheat. Don't tell our secret. From what I've seen and heard about you, as far as I know? Just keep being you, and I'll be happy to have you spend your time with me. Okay?"

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  I shook my hair, and picked the whip up, and dangled it like a pendulum.

  "Do you… really like the whole… this routine?"

  "Its hot. I'm pretty sure those drips got worse that you saw st time you checked."

  I "checked", he wasn't wrong, then I slid back up to my riding seat.

  "You know how I got wet from giving swats?"

  "Oh yeah."

  "You can check if you don't take my word for it."

  "Ooh."

  "Now. Wanna ask you something. Be honest."

  "Yes."

  "My intention? Was to schedule you for 40. Hard ones, tied still. You… added 10 at a time here and there, and then the whole tab got up to 70, 80 then 100. That? Is quite a tall order, little boy. We should talk about that one."

  "What's there to talk about?"

  "Are you… trying to impress me, trying to make me as wet as a leaky faucet?"

  "Yes. From what I felt before, I'm trying to imagine how much you'll enjoy it."

  "I don't think you need told, there's people that are dominant in the bedroom, and submissive in the bedroom. I'm pretty sure, we don't need to sort that one out, do we."

  "Pretty sure we know who's who."

  "Yeah. You… look. Me getting 100 hard, tied? That, is a… fantasy swatting. Something I would expect in, an erotic novel. Not something I ever in my life dreamed, that I could get. That sounds more like a naughty bedtime story, than something I should be getting spoiled with. Are you sure, you want to try something like that? That's…"

  "If you think you'll enjoy it."

  "Oh yeah. Without question there."

  "Can you?"

  I smiled as wickedly as I could, and nodded yes, that I certainly could.

  "You seriously haven't tried anything like this before?"

  He shook his head no, that he hadn't.

  "Well…"

  I picked up the whip and lifted his chin with it, my stern bedroom persona was back.

  "Now then. Let's have another little talk, shall we."

  "Yes."

  A hard random thigh shot went out.

  "Yes please."

  I gave him several more.

  "Again."

  "Yes please, yes please."

  "Much better. Now then. You will be getting 100 strokes with this whip. On your bare ass. Do you understand that?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. Doesn't really matter though, because if you don't understand? You soon will. Trust me."

  "I understand."

  "I don't think that there's any way you could sit still for this, so you'll get tied up tight for it. Do you understand that?"

  "Yes."

  "Excellent. Your little mouth is going to be gagged nice and tight. You will not be able to tell me to stop, so feel free to try. I'll just hear some more… mm mm mm, that sounds like all the rest of the whiny shit you'll soon be putting through you. Got that?"

  "Yes."

  "Moving right along then. You felt light. You then felt medium. I gave you a teeny taste test, so you knew what hard felt like. You got 5 hard, so you knew what you'd be getting into. There's also an extra hard, the st of the 5 was one. Here's how this is going to go. You ready to hear it?"

  "Yes."

  "You'll get these five at a time. Four hard, the fifth one extra hard. For the original 40. That was what your sample was? That's how they'll go. That, leaves 60 more. I'm going to give you the next 30, one after another. Every fifth one? Will be that extra hard one that made you dance. They'll come in at the normal speed of the original 40. That? Leaves the st 30. That, will be mommy's special treat for you. I'm going to give you those st 30? Fast. All extra hard. Is this understood?"

  "Yes."

  "Marvelous. You'll be fairly guaranteed to cry. This ride only stops in an emergency, and crying is no emergency. Is that understood, little boy."

  "Yes."

  "You need to understand, that you crying? Is an understatement. You are going to be a hot mess, before we're done. Screaming, crying, having the snot beat out of you. When we're completed with your punishment, you'll be a blubbering mess. I would untie you and let you go, so you could y there in a puddle of tears more comfortably, but… mommy has pns for you, that you need to stay tied for, so… when you're done? You can y there all helpless and tied up, crying your little eyes out, as long as it takes you to get the annoying whiny shit out of your system, you got that?"

  "Yes…"

  "Well, you better. Don't expect me to feel sorry for you, and don't think that giving me the sad puppy got punished eyes will get you anything, except some more for even trying it. You'll y face down, with your I guarantee you, your highly marked up ass, up and showing so I can admire my handiwork. You? Will be face down, on my feet, waiting for your whiny shit to go away. When you finally get your whiny shit under control? You'll be begging my forgiveness, for making me punish you. You got all that?"

  "Yes."

  "Great. When all that's done? Not going anywhere, anytime soon. You will remain tied up, nice and helpless, because Mommy's twat is going to be soaked. On account of I get off on smacking naughty little boy's asses just like yours. The more tears, the more screaming and crying? The hotter and the wetter I get. I'm getting a nice, long twat licking. Its going to take a while, so get comfortable. You? Will be getting instructed, on exactly how I like that task performed. This, will involve an extra hard swat now and then, on an already injured backside, which will probably keep you crying into my twat most or all of the time. Just gonna make it hotter for me, so pn on it. Pretty sure, your little ass is going to hurt so bad? That any extra hard swat, just one? Will bring fresh tears, and fresh sobbing. Enjoy it. When we're done with that? You will once again have your sad little face on my feet, begging my forgiveness once again. You'll get no pity from me, for being punished severely. Want to know why?"

  "Yes…"

  "Because light swats, did nothing. You did it again. Medium swats did again, nothing. You did it a third time. Defying me. Daring me. You will soon find out? You do not defy me, you obey me. You do not dare me, you beg me. You better learn this quick? Or things just like this, or even worse, will keep happening. You? Were scheduled for 40 hard and tied. That? Was an appropriate amount to introduce you to the idea of being punished. That, wasn't good enough for you. To be treated nice, with some respect for your poor little ass. Don't speak. I'm not done."

  "What did you do? You took me light. You were told to answer me quickly, you didn't. Ten more. I don't care, was what I heard. I don't care, I don't care, with every 10 more, that you apparently thought I wouldn't do? You're about to find out how wrong you were, because not only will I follow through and give you exactly what I promise you? I'll enjoy it. We'll see if you take me light after this. We'll see what kind of a sass mouth I get after this. We'll see if you need reminded to be polite after this. I think this is going to fix a number of things, very quickly. I'm very disappointed in you right now, and you're about to find out what goes on when that happens. Nothing good, I can promise you."

  "All right. Hand me those bandannas, and give me the rope. Its time for you to get taught a very serious lesson. And I'm not only not going to feel sorry for you? I'm going to ugh. I don't care, huh? We're going to see if you care or not, after we get done here. Now. Don't look at me. Face down. Move it. Wrists together, behind your back. You give me the slightest trouble getting you ready, pulling away, trying to bargain your way out of this? I dare you to try it. You do that? I'll finish it, then I'll start all over again, and repeat the entire thing. Try me."

  I knelt over his hips and he held his wrists together for me to rope him nice and tight, uncomfortably tight. The thought of the rope burned and rope bruised wrists the next morning, made me hot too. I left half of the long rope dangling off his wrists, and cut it off after the knot. I used that length to repeat the procedure on his ankles, again tight enough to ensure the rope bruises and burn marks the next morning, which I would have fun teasing him about when he noticed them. I used the bandannas to make a nice, tight gag that was secure and bandannas filled up his mouth inside. They were held in by the final one wrapping around, that got knotted tightly around his head.

  I then sat beside him, and waited. Every time he made the slightest wiggle, I swatted the back of a thigh and told him to keep still. Eventually I started.

  Working with the scheduled five at a time pace, four hard and fifth extra hard, I worked my way with a little break in between each five, until I got to 20.

  "That? Was what the original thing was supposed to have been. That was all I had pnned for you, to very nicely introduce you to the idea of there being consequences for breaking my rules. But that wasn't good enough for you, was it. Oh no, you ended up with extras. Wouldn't sit still. Wouldn't keep the hands on the hood. Well, since you asked for them, you can enjoy the next 20, because you asked for it."

  I repeated the first 20, the exact same way. I had significant wiggling, and attempted rolling away by the end of the first 20. I made fun of it, asked where he thought he was going, expined what helpless meant. Tears started near the end of the first 20, and the tears were flowing freely by the time the second 20 were over. Little gag whines that were the hallmark of the first 20, turned into squeals and other noises by the end of the second. Sobbing freely began right around the time the 40 were ending.

  "See? 20, like I wanted for you? Would have been nice. No, you had to dance around, lift your hand, all that? So here we are at 40. Crying and blubbering already. What do you think the next 60 we have left are going to be, huh? The next 30, are going to come in with no breaks in between every five. You'll have time to think about listening to me next time, when I tell you hey, maybe this isn't a good idea. I don't care, huh? Well, this is what comes from not caring. The next 30 is what comes from that kind of sass. Enjoy it. Its what you asked for."

  The next 30 as a set with no breaks, produced significant attempts at rolling. I ended up yanking the wrists up higher, to stop it. I had to sling one of my muscur legs over his knees, to keep the position steady. The screaming and crying and sobbing were something else, and I couldn't help ughing, and imitating it to taunt him. I also asked him where he thought he was going every time a fresh rolling away movement was prevented. Every fifth extra hard shot, produced a change in gagged scream quality.

  "Why would you make me do this to you. Why you would sass me and say you didn't care, I have no idea. Seem like a bright pn now? I bet it seems like a little bit less of a good idea, than when you did it, huh. Sorry now? I bet. Well, you're about to get even more sorry. Last 30 coming right up, and these are 30 fast ones. All extra hard. One after another. This? Is definitely going to teach you a nice little lesson in manners, and about sassing me when I'm trying to give you a polite suggestion."

  I sat astride his legs, just above his knees to securely hold him for these. Roped wrists yanked up tight. Rolling and wiggling were impossible now, and I told him about it. I brought the whip down about as hard as I could from over my head, down onto the ass cheeks that dipped in with the impacts, and bubbled back up. Right left, right left. Fast, hard, accurate shots. The screaming, hitching and heaving, and sobbing and streams of tears were nothing short of epic.

  When I was done, I stood up and walked around him, admiring my work. I was so turned on, my upper inner thighs were coated with my own grease leaking out. I went and got the water jug and sat down in front of his head on the bnket, my knees drawn up under my chin. I pced his sobbing, gagged face on the tops of my feet. I had a few sips of water, and sat patiently for the whole whining and crying show to start to die down. I took a napkin, and wet it… then another napkin and wet it, and pced each gently over a well marked up ass cheek.

  "There. That's the end of my sympathy. You get what you ask for. Don't ask for it? This won't happen. Next time, maybe you'll think twice about not listening. About not caring. And? You better get this boring whiny shit under control soon, or you just might get something to cry for."

  I was speaking softly, and matter of fact. I sipped water now and again, as I waited for the screaming and louder crying to quit. It took a while, and I patiently waited while he cried his little eyes out on the tops of my feet he rested his head on. When the louder stuff was down to a dull roar, I told him I was going to take the gag off but he had better make a much better effort to control the loud stuff, or it would go right back in. That then he would get more of the same, for not obeying me telling him to quiet down. I smiled because I knew that there was no stopping it. I knew that his attempts to stifle it just made for intermittent pent up outbursts, that were somewhat amusing to watch him desperately attempt to get under control.

  When the louder stuff was finally under control, there was just the occasional outbursts of littler streams of tears and puckering and sobbing. Since his hands were tied, wiping his nose occasionally was the extent of my sympathy dispys. I finally did what I figured was the most humiliating thing to my helpless tied victim, and I directed him to "blow" into the napkin over his nose, like a mom caring for a toddler. He kept his eyes off me and closed in embarrassment, then his face went right back onto the tops of my feet where they stayed for quite a while longer, until the outbursts were complete. Sure, the occasional sobs wracked and the occasional hitches in breathing came and went, but it was much less annoying now.

  When it was finally all over I told him to kiss and lick my feet clean, and I didn't get any arguments. He kissed and licked the tops of my feet, until he was told he was done. After some further resting time like that, I started in on calmly expining what the punishment was for. How the next time when I politely suggested that 40 was a better idea, he should heed my friendly advice because I was only looking out for his best interests.

  I patiently expined that I was very disappointed in particur by the I don't care attitude and statements and that he had better start caring immediately. After another short break, we went into the apology phase, which was the same except he did the talking, with my comments and apology shaping ideas. All suggestions were immediately wonderful ideas, and followed to the letter.

  "Now. I know you're sorry, but you're not in any way forgiven yet. Remain where you are, and start begging me for my forgiveness. This is a very important part of your punishment, and I advise you to take begging for my forgiveness? Very, very seriously, little boy. If I am not pleased with the manner in which my forgiveness is begged? I might grow impatient and decide a little more punishment is in order. I strongly suggest it be sincere, and that I believe it. You can begin now. Don't just repeat the same me shit over and over. You better move around in your begging, in order to find just the right spot to touch in me. When you've been finally forgiven? You'll know, because I'll tell you that you've been forgiven. And you better take this seriously. Begin now, and don't stop until you're told to stop, or else."

  After an actually random amount of time, which was when I got bored and wanted to move onto the next thing really out of novelty? I told him he could now stop, that he had my forgiveness, and that he should consider himself lucky to actually be forgiven.

  "And now, since you've been forgiven? We can make up. Would you like to kiss and make up with mommy?"

  "Yes."

  "Before we kiss and make up, since you've been forgiven? I need one more thing. The entire time we're kissing and making up? I expect you to be thanking me for punishing you. I want to hear all about how much you enjoy getting your swats. How its you favorite thing. How lucky you think you are, to have found someone who shares what you enjoy. I expect to be congratuted on a job well done, making sure you learn to behave as well as I think you might behave now. You can feel free to add in, how well you'll behave for me from now on. Make sure you tell me how well you understand why correcting you is needed. Leave nothing to chance, in being nice to me. If you're not sweet and polite about this, in any way whatsoever? You can imagine what might happen, and don't test my patience. This is to be taken as seriously as anything else. Its very important to me that you acknowledge that I feel you like the things that I do for you, that you have trouble finding anywhere. Never forget, that without me in your life? You don't get the things you like so much, so be thankful you have me. Now, go on and tell me all about it, while we very slowly and over time, kiss and make up."

  I couldn't have him y on his back, not only because his hands were tied but mainly because of his now well injured ass. I id on my side next to him, and gently rolled him on his side enough, that we could kiss and make up. I kissed him slowly and sweetly, and told him to make sure he behaved from now on. Being thanked now to no end, for punishing him was a new thrill too. I hadn't pnned on enjoying this as long as I did, but I kept extending it and enjoying it, and hearing it from his lips how much he enjoyed and needed me.

  Eventually, I told him we were all done, but he still had duties to perform. I had him y with his face where it needed to be, and directed the action and experimented around until I found what was the best licking experience I've ever enjoyed before. It took no small amount of time, and I coated his face with my moistness, and wiped myself on his face as needed. I had originally pnned on giving swats with every change in command during this licking phase, but the poor state of his ass cheeks seemed to preclude it. I found that simply suggesting anything at all though, produced spectacur results. He had a new found enthusiasm for hanging on my every word.

  When I was satisfied, and by satisfied I mean of course satisfied more than one time, I told him he had done a spectacur job and that I appreciated it, and that I was very happy with him for learning how to please me so well that way. I untied him, and reminded him it was time for me to get a lengthy full body massage, starting with a foot rub then moving all over, and restarting all over again and again.

  Oh god, this was heaven. In the middle of this quite lengthy procedure, I added in the concept of a tongue bath. Somehow the moisture went in with the body massage. The only pce I told him to avoid was the bottoms of my feet and my toes, but not to miss the tops, where he ys his head. I id there in rapture. The process was repeated over and over. Foot rub, followed by each leg rub, one after another. A short hand rub, then arm rubs. I gently rolled over, then he did the backs of the legs, then the neck and shoulders, ending with a short back rub. I asked for a tiny butt rub st. Right before he asked if it was time to start again, I told him yes but would he pause a second.

  I practically blushed when he immediately stopped, and started all but softly begging and pleading. Gushing, was it all being done right, begging for another chance to do them all better, would I please allow him another chance to try. My face went darker red as I let him continue a little bit and I got a slight moisture down there from it. This was a guilty pleasure I was enjoying and I'm almost ashamed to admit it that I enjoyed it. The begging and whining, would I please not punish him for not doing it good enough touched me. I knew what I had just done to his ass, hell, I was the one who had done it to him. I was hearing actual fear that I might in any way be the tiniest bit displeased. So, I let the falling all over himself begging and apologizing continue while I enjoyed it.

  After a while, and somewhat longer than I anticipated I would wait, I shushed him.

  "Shh. You, are being a very, very good boy right now. There's no trouble to get into, settle down. Now, all I wanted? I wanted to ask you, if you would maybe do something special mommy wants. Are you open to the idea."

  He was, whatever it was, he was sure he wanted to do it.

  "Hmm. Now, there's no punishment being risked, you're fine. Now, I'm asking, just in case you might not be into it, that's fine. Let's say I wanted… and I don't want to, mind you, just an example. What if I wanted to know if I could pee on you. You, might be phobic about this, and I could understand. That's why I ask, just to see. In a sort of… hey there, what the hell manner of asking, okay? Now, you risk nothing, but what do you say to licking me down there."

  "If you want licked more…"

  "Not there. Not like that."

  "Where, just tell me…"

  "Shh. Where are you, when I stopped you, and asked? What were you finishing up doing."

  "Butt rub, butt massage…"

  "I want my bum licked. If I can get it… added to the little routine you got going. Hmm?"

  "A lick, or…"

  "Or… like you lick the other one, except you lick there. Will you try it? You don't have to, but, if you wanted to try to be extra sweet to me… please…"

  Next thing I knew, he started with bum cheek kisses, then I felt the warm tongue go up, tentatively, would he… then I felt it. I gave him a dramatic little moan and wiggle to let him know it was what I wanted, I liked it. Next thing I know, it was getting licked like it was a completely different hole. It didn't happen all at once, and it got better each pass around, but it happened and got added in. After several passes, I used a partially curt voice.

  "Yeah. Its fine, I can tell. Now get your tongue up there, and quit fucking around, would you? Yeah… that's right. Tongue-fuck me… that's it… good boy…"