I'm Pissed and He'll Pay

Carrack, she hit me.

“The rules Halle, the rules,” she intoned as she hit me four additional times. Heck, I almost felt blessed; I only got five instead of the usual ten.

Then she asked, “Want the other five or will you do Mommy a favor?”

She still had me pinned to her lap, the next five or how many she chose to give me could rain down at any time of her choosing.

“I want to do Mommy a favor,” I answered in a fearful raspy voice.

She helped me get into position; she had me lying so that my face was at her crotch. I’d had unimaginable pleasure right here over the past few weeks, every evening I got my heady mixture of scent and taste, every evening I had the absolutely stupendous gratification of making Mommy proud of me and my efforts.

Not tonight though, my choice was evident, take the spanking or clean her. Normally no choice, I’ll go for her pussy over any sweet dessert, she’s exquisite, but now, she’s giving me the choice, clean up what I put in her or pay the price.

My tongue snaked into her; she lay back, opening her legs, opening herself.

She wasted no time explaining what she wanted, “Halle, suck my cunt, get all the juices out of me, I want to see you swallow, swallow every thing that’s in me.”

She probably couldn’t lubricate when I was done, I’d vacuumed her better that I ever did when I was cleaning. She gave me a break that night; we went to sleep in each other’s arms.

A couple of weeks later she phoned me at mid-day, it was again a Friday, she told me how proud she was of me and told me to get dolled up, my slinky black dress, my high heels, garter belt and black hoses and some really sexy underwear, we’re goin’ out tonight, be ready, Baby, I’ll be there at seven-thirty.

This is really the first time, we’ve been out to a couple of lounges, testing my outfits, testing my attitudes but this is the first time I’ll be out there as a gal, a stand alone woman. I’m nervous.

Upstairs, I take a warm relaxing bath, I use the same bath scent that Lori and I share, I soak, spending time. Then the water starts to cool I get out and towel off then I start to get ready, Lori has taught me how to use make-up, not a lot, I apply a little shadow to my eyes, a line to my brows and just enough lip stick to make my lips glisten. I put on some really sexy undergarments and shimmy into my “Little Black Dress.”

When Lori came in, I did greet her as I’m supposed to, I wanted to service her, I’d grown to crave her taste,

“”Not right now, maybe later but we need to get to the restaurant, I want to have a drink or two before dinner; you may call me Lori while we’re out.”

They were having their second cocktail, there would be wine with their meal but Halle was on her second McClelland’s and Mommy was working on gin and tonic with a dash of bitters number two; she said,

“Tonight’s your night Halle, I’m gonna make it real special for you, I hope you like it.”

Her special treat for me, well it gave me a little chill but it gave me a cramping way down low, I feared it and I wanted it; what ever it was.

The meal was all I could ask for; we started with crab stuffed baby artichoke as our salad then we had filet mignons cooked to perfection, twice baked Idaho potatoes and asparagus spears. We had a vintage Zinfandel with the meal and, in the dessert room we split a flan while we sipped on a finger and a half of a1954 Madeira. She drove me home.

Mommy led me upstairs. In the bedroom she undressed me; she unzipped my dress and helped me step out of it, she left my bra on, I didn’t have breasts without it, she unfastened my garter belt, tugged my hosiery to my feet and rolled my panties down and off then she undressed.

She got out a brand new set of baby dolls and a pair of satin slippers, “For you,” she said.

As I put them on she donned a matching set, Hers and Hers outfits.

“Lori this is so nice,” I told her.

With a sad smile she turned to me and took my hand.

“Thank you Halle, but we’re at home now not at the restaurant.”

As she led me to the bed I realized my slip, “I’m sorry Mommy.”

“I know you are honey, I know it was just a slip of the tongue but we have our rules.”

She lowered me to her lap and pulled the back of my panties down. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, just five and she really didn’t put much effort into it.

She pulled my panties up and stood me up.

“Would you like to taste Mommy?” She asked.

I knelt between her legs, rolled her panties down; she lifted herself so I could get them over her hips.

I feasted on her, her slick love juice was like drugs to an addict, I licked her.

She was petting my hair; she hadn’t cum, “Ok honey, that’s enough for now,” she said, “Mommy has a few things for her baby.”

She went into the bathroom; I heard her rummaging under the sink. When she came back she had two bottles with nozzles on them, Fleet enemas, and a tube of KY Jelly.

She sat, pulled me back across her lap and took my panties off.

“We won’t need there anymore,” she said as she tossed my underwear over on the chair.

“Mommy’s going to show Halle how to douche,” she said.

She spread my cheeks and, with her finger, daubed a little of the KY on me. She inserted the first bottle and squeezed.

“Just lie here ‘til you need to go,” she said as she rubbed my back.

I felt a fizzing in my bowels; I got up and went to the bathroom.

When I came out, I went back to her lap, she repeated the process.

When I’d finished I returned to the bedroom. She’d turned out the lamp but had lit several scented candles; they provided illumination and the aroma of gardenias, my favorite flower.

She helped me out of my top and bra and lay me on the bed, “Baby’s gonna get a massage,” she said as she turned me onto my tummy.

She had a scented lotion, also gardenia; she started on the bottom of my feet and worked up. When she got to my back she straddled me, I could feel her heat and dampness against my bottom.

She turned me over, “My, your little clit seems stimulated,” she said as she slowly stroked me. Then she massaged my front.

As she finished she gave me a little kiss saying, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

When she came back she had something in her hand, but I hardly noticed, just the sight of her was awesome.
I was still lying on the bed; she towered over me. She had on a full length white satin robe, the top was open enough that I could see her breasts, she’d removed her baby dolls, on her feet were five inch high heel Marabou slippers, she took my breath away.

“Halle, let me put your bra and top back on, I like you with breasts.”
She fastened my brassiere in place and helped me back into my baby doll top. Then she took a pillow and put it at the edge of the bed.
“Help Mommy,” she said as she rolled me onto the pillow. I was on my back, my hips were elevated.
She slowly stroked me as she whispered, “I hope Baby likes her little surprise.”
She lifted my feet and put them on either side of the pillow, from the night stand she took one of the things she’d put there and inserted it in my anus, I felt a cool gel being pumped into me, it was Astroglide Stroke, she took the second and added it then rubbed some of the KY around my hole, I felt squishy.

In a tremulous voice I said, “Mommy,” it was a question, a fearful question.
She dropped her robe to the floor. She stood over me naked except for a flesh colored strap-on penis, it was at least eight inches long and more that twice as big around.
“Halle, every girl’s got to lose her virginity sometime, tonight’s your night.”
She guided the head of that monster until it pressed against me.
She’d stopped stroking me, her free hand was resting on my abdomen, she could feel my tension.
Rubbing me with a circular motion she said, “Relax baby, Mommy won’t hurt you, just relax.”
I did, her soft voice, her soft touch; I let my muscles go; when my sphincter eased the head slid into me.
I gave a little wince and mouthed, “Unnnnh,” when she entered me; there was a little pain but nothing like I’d feared.

She took it slow with me, she was still stroking my body as she inched her faux phallus deeper. I could feel myself being stretched to accept her girth, not painful, me ceding my body to her. She was taking me like a man takes a woman, I was her virgin, she treated me gently.
As she inched into me I felt an incredible fullness. She smiled at me, I could feel her harness against me, she was in, all the way in.
Slowly, ever so slowly she began to stroke, she’d empty me then refill me, empty then full, she made contact with my prostate, my cock jumped.
She took me in her hand and pumped.
“You can cum honey, do you want to cum now or would you like Mommy’s pussy, you can cum in me if you wait.”
I took her hand, stopping her from masturbating me.

She lifted my legs over her shoulders, her hands gripped my hips, she leaned into me driving her cock deeper with each stroke. She was brushing my prostate with every penetration, I was on the verge of orgasm, I mentally thanked her for having taught me patience and control. I didn’t want to cum, not yet.
She sped up then pulled me back on her, her eyes glazed and she trembled, I saw her reach down under her cock, she was cumming, then I felt her cock shooting into me, she was cumming and she was cumming in me. Realistically, just like a man would, she slowed her pumping then stopped and pulled out.
She was unstrapping her device as she asked, “Did Baby like her surprise?”
I could honestly say yes, I’d enjoyed the fullness in my bowels but most of all, I felt like I’d given myself to her, I was hers to do with what she chose and she chose to love me and make love to me.
“Yes Mommy,” I voiced, low and softly, “Yes Mommy.”

She handed me the apparatus, “Wash this, please then put it under the sink for next time.”
I took it into the bathroom, I cleaned it but I took a moment to check it out. There was a nub that fit against her clitoris, that’s why she’d climaxed. The balls were a hollow reservoir; she’d filled them, when she squeezed them the fluid was forced out, that’s how she came in me.
She was waiting on the bed when I came out. I walked to her and she lay me down on my back.
She straddled me and guided me in. She lowered herself; smooth as butter she slid down on me.
“Aaaaaah, Heaven,” I breathed.