PART ONE g – The Third Date

  I had already kicked my athletic shoes back off the minute I came back, and got into my familiar position. Face on the tops of my feet. I had a pile of what were now an assortment of switches. I told him he was not forgiven yet by any means, but he was allowed to look up.

  "Now. Here we are. We're right on the edge of things. Will you be forgiven? Or will you take mommy's dare, huh? You will not dare me. I will dare you. You need to learn the difference. This is my game, not yours. And don't you dare speak, until you're told to."

  "Look at those. Mommy's presents, for her little boy that misbehaves. Those? Are not sticks. Those? Are willow switches. I grew up on a farm. Everyone hears the old tales. The willow switch? Was one of the most feared things to give a naked ass the stick with in the old days. Look how many we have. You give me any shit? We'll use them all, one by one, as long as I feel like it. And as you just saw? I'll tell you when your lesson has been learned. You will not tell me. You'll learn that, I promise you."

  "You ever hear about the willow switch. After a couple of serious negotiations with a naughty child, you just had to say they were going to get the switch, and they immediately listened. That's because it works. Very well. Crying. Screaming. Marks. The neighbors, a long ways off? They could hear when someone was getting the switch, and getting it good. The other children? Would hear the child that was getting it. All the way down the barn. They could hear that screaming and screeching. It would go on for a while. They learned their lesson, just hearing it. But really, hearing something? That's a half measure."

  I picked up a long one, and swished it several times. I put it under his chin, standing up, looking down at him helpless in the belts.

  "Oh yeah. Dare me? No no no… I dare you. Give me the slightest indication, that you're even thinking about it? I have no problem with it. Go on. Dare me. No?"

  I swished one, then another. Then all of them in turns. Laughing. Touching his chin and face and anywhere else I felt like with them.

  "You might be curious. Here's how these little beauties work. Shorter? Handier. Let's say you need to use one in a confined space. Fits in luggage, so you can handle a child on a trip or staying at a retive's house. Its handy, you got one. Now. The long ones? Ooh. Those, are the legendary ones. You ever hear the phrase, wait till I get you home? That, is because the long one was at home. The short one, worked quite well, on the road or staying over, but… that was just temporary. Wait till I get you home. Because… when you got home? That whole rest of the trip? You knew what you were going to get. The long willow switch. The bad one. And you knew what was coming."

  "Now. You? Don't know yet. You, might think I'm making this all up. I'm not. Some more information, you might find interesting. Short ones. Like I said, handier. Great for a woman to go into a closet and still have something that was effective. But the long one… that stood in the corner. Where you could grab it up when you needed to correct some misbehavior. Now then. Its not just about short and long. No. There's more."

  "Thick, thin, and in between. The thinner, the more sting. The faster it can come in. You get a really long, really thin one? It was said to quickly turn into… how did that one book say it? Oh yeah. A badly sunburned ass, getting stung by pissed off hornets. The thick ones? They hurt more than sting. You can cause some damage with a long thick one. Short and thick was the remedy for something to go into the suitcase. Something handy you could swing in the backseat of the car, if a kid needed corrected while out to dinner. You took them out to the backseat of the car, and when they finally came back? Listened very well. Like magic. So."

  "Which one do you want? Short thick. Long thin. Long medium. How about long and thick. Hey… I dare you. The long thinner ones, were great because even little women could swing them fast enough to sting and burn that naked ass quick. And the long big ones? Well. Do I look like I can't swing a thick one fast enough? Again, little boy. Dare me."

  "All right. Honestly, I think you need to make an informed decision. Two with each. Nice, hard swats. Every one of them. You need to see the differences. Then? I'm going to pick my favorite, not you. And? Then you'll get as many as I say, as hard as I can swing it. Dare me. Go on."

  "I didn't think so. Come on. Lets get you up… there we go. You're not going anywhere like that are you? Ha. Two each. Good ones, too."

  I took my time swishing and threatening and taunting him, before I started with short thin. Then short medium, again two fast hard swats. Finally, the thick short one? I came under to hit just below the butt, to avoid any serious damage. I already had tears, I already had dancing. I just held the upper belt to keep him still and upright.

  Then, we took a little break and I made quite a show of the long thin one.

  "You know? Three each. Dare me, huh?"

  I gave him three long thin ones, fast and hard, and I got the squealing and tears I was looking for.

  Then more swishing the long medium, then three with it as well. More screaming and screeching, on that already sore ass. I took my time swishing the long thick one. Smiling. Taunting him. Teasing him. Finally, I gave him three fast, hard ones. Again, coming up from below to the bottom under any previous marks.

  "Now then. Do you have a favorite? I think the long thin one is the right tool for now. How about ten really good ones, huh? Burn. Sting. Tears. You know what? Dare me to do twenty, with this long thin one here. Go on. Whats that? You do? Sure thing."

  I gave him twenty fast hard ones, on the upper legs. Tears and sobbing.

  "Now. Let's go back where we were, before I figured out how to solve this misbehavior problem. I think I got it licked now. Oh, I made another funny. You get licks with the switch. You like that? I'm so funny, ain't I. Yeah… I'm gonna be a regur ugh riot if you dare me any more. I dare you. You do not dare me? I will dare you. You got that?"

  He nodded.

  "I don't believe this… that's ten more. And you? Will say yes, and thank you? Every time. Or? We start all over again with 20 and see how that goes. Dare me.

  I got my yes, thank you… ten times.

  "That's better. Now. You can see I picked a favorite. Long thin one. For now. Could change at a moment's notice. Whatever I think I need, to eliminate misbehavior? Now, I got something that might work. I promise you, we're gonna cure the sass. One way or another."

  "Time to let you go. You? Will kneel. You know what to do down there. Keep the tears clean. You get a snot on my foot? You'll pay for it. Here's some napkins. Blow when you need to. Then the face goes right back where it belongs. No need to wait for that whiny shit to stop. Start begging. Apologizing. Promising. Thanking me. And you better hope I decide to forgive you. Or else. Your hands are free now. Hands on my ankles, face on my feet. Go. Don't you dare look up until told to."

  I enjoyed standing there, getting the long begging and pleading. I made sure it went on for a while. I enjoyed these kneeling moments, and he did admit ter on that he thought it was hot. In the words of the one website? I was slowly forming my own personal scenario. Our personal scenario. Just for us.

  Eventually, I told him he was forgiven then it was time for a thank you session. Then? I announced if he wanted to try to kiss and make up, I would see how it went. We moved onto another twat licking for me, I was soaked. Just the one quick one, to sort of give me a quickie and clean some of my love grease up, and wipe the rest on his face.

  "Now. Here's the thing. I wanted fucked. I was originally pnning, on you getting 20 and then it was 40, whatever. Nothing earth shattering. Then, the st thing, was you were going to see what its like when I fuck you. I like to ride tops. I can start, stop, speed up, slow down, I got all kinds of wiggles I do. I can tease, I can giddy up and stroke it fast. Thought you'd enjoy that. Make you tell me when you were getting close, so I could stop, and then ter on I start again. Keep it going. I can run for hours in a game, go figure I can ride your cock with me on top like no one's business. I grew up on a farm, these legs can grip a horse… now what do we have. A damaged ass, I can't ride tops."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Yeah. I know you're sorry. I'm the one who made you sorry. But that doesn't fix it. We can do me bent over the hood again, but… we did that already. You, are going to have to go on top. Now, will you listen to my instructions? Faster. Slower. Deeper. Harder. Just the tip. Finger my clit. Stop the clit. Hold it in. I want instructions followed. Still not as good as me on top, you're really missing out, I'm telling you. We'll just have to save that treat. If you pn on sticking around long enough, to get ridden like a horse. That sound like a fun night? Mommy rides you hard and puts you away wet, more than once?

  "Yes please."

  "Yeah. Well, lets get started…"

  I kissed him some sips of brandy, and I had a few. We finished a little more of the joint passing it back and forth. Then we went back to him riding me. I couldn't help picking up a switch and touching him gently, then it occurred to me to teach him what the stick touches meant, until I could get most of the important commands through without a word.

  "Train you like a naughty little fuck pony…"

  When we were done, we went back to kissing and making up. He went on a little binge of thanking me in my neck. I will admit, it was something I enjoyed. Begging me in my neck to keep him, promising to behave.

  We ate again, and actually small talked now. I winked at him, and asked if tricking him into the third radio touch was cute on my part or not. He admitted, he wasn't sure as he did it if it was okay or not, because I had told him to touch it. I smiled, and admitted I wasn't sure about that rule. But, I pointed out I was the coach as well as the ref, so… my decision in bed, was final.

  I told him we were going to have to stay home from parties, to get the three room mates gone so we could have some kind of fun once in a while. I told him as the room mate longest in our apartment, I was head of household on the lease, so I had the basement keys and wasn't to give them out. We'd try the basement and see if it was any fun for the hell of it. Then there was always the car. I told him we have a game of sneaking in to the practice stadium's showers in the middle of the night, and we know how to turn on only the lights you can't see from outside, so… I would be able to have him in the big community shower to myself for some fun. We all did it before, it was fine.

  "Oh. Can I get… ridden by you, in the girls locker room after hours then?"

  "Sure. Wooden benches this thick, on posts in the cement floor, lines all the lockers. Belt around your chest, belt around your knees, to the bench… then mommy will ride you, and tease you, until you scream my name and beg to finish. Leave you like that, and go wander off. Scare you I left you helpless like that. Blindfolded. When I wander back from my drink of water at the fountain, you'll get tickled and teased some more, then a naughty story to get you up for another… midnight ride."

  "Now, that sounds fucking hot."

  "Hmm. I'm thinking about the showers. You know what? How in the hell, do I not own handcuffs. Hey, I forgot to ask you. Did you like being tied up? Only did it once, a long time ago. If you didn't like it…"

  "No. Its fine. You mean there's a possibility of being tied up for you to fuck me, without crying?"

  "If you behave, sure. Handcuffs though, would be so convenient. I'm thinking at least two pairs. Maybe four. Quick to get you in and out of them. Secure, too. I can cp another pair on your ankles. Tie the cuffs to something to make them even more handy. I mean, I'm picturing a chunk of rope and a pair or two of handcuffs… to take you into the showers."

  "Ooh. Do tell. How would that go."

  "I'll have to make this up as I go along."

  "Then you can do it, right?"

  "Yeah. I'd make you strip in the middle of the girls locker room. Rope on a pair of handcuffs. Cuffed in front of you, lead you along the locker room on the rope. Like leading a horse around. Make you do whatever tricks I want you to learn. I'm sure I'd need a switch handy, just to make sure you need to listen. Probably wouldn't need used. Because by that time? You'll already know. That polite suggestions should be followed when I give them, right."

  "Yes."

  "Uh huh. We'll see. I want you to watch me. I'll tie that rope on the cuffs, to a pipe that runs along in the girls shower room. Little hands, up in the air. Helpless. You'll have to watch, naked. As I slowly get undressed. Teasing you right at the doorway, so I can drop my clothes on the bench there. The other pair of cuffs on your ankles once you're there like that. I want completely helpless. When my little show is over, I'm gonna take my shower. Probably start with shaving my legs for you. Slowly soap up. Rinse off. Wash and moisturize my hair. Maybe do my after shower skin oil. I'll be washed, soaking wet, and all oiled up."

  "Yes please."

  "Then its your turn. I'll wash you, slowly. Everywhere. Tease you. Tickle you. You won't be able to do anything about it. Helpless. At mommy's mercy. I think you'll be hard as a rock, by the time we eventually get to your… final after shower oil up. Hope I don't forget you there, little hands in the air, helpless, feet together. I mean, what if someone comes and finds you like that. Then I'll remember, I left something in the shower. You. Then… we'll tease you. Then, finally? We can fuck under running water. I'm gonna have you dry me off. Head to toe. Slow and careful. Cream my skin for me. That's one time, anyways."

  "There's more trips to the girls locker room and showers."

  "Oh yeah. If you behave? Sure. I told you. If you please me, I'll reward you. I could see me getting you to wash me, rinse me, do everything for me, slowly. Then its your turn. I'll throw a wet towel on the floor, and we fuck. All oiled up, soaking wet. I'll be on top for that, though."

  "Why."

  "The slut goes on the bottom. That's you. I'm in charge, that's what I want. I'm sure that will be okay, right?"

  "Yes please."

  "Good answer. Maybe I get a rubdown in there. Then oiled up and pounded from behind, like on the hood of the car. You're going to be required to give me hard quickies like that, from time to time. I like them. I expect you to give it to me good, too."

  "I promise."

  "You better. You can get a body rub too. No, the showers are endless ideas for me. Then? We're definitely going to sneak into the pool in the middle of the night. I know how to turn the heat up, the night before. Warm water, skinny dipping, middle of winter. I know the schedules, I know how to get in. Athlete thing."

  "I guess that about covers the locker rooms and showers."

  "Hmm. How about the gymnasium? Middle of the night. Bnket right in the middle of the floor, on a gym mat there. Ride you like a horse, you can pretend the bleachers are full and people are cheering for you to score. Ha… a little naked one on one."

  "Can you really get that…"

  "I can get the key to the gym. I know who has it, and how to get it."

  "You? Are something else."

  "If you're loyal? If you're nice to me? I like this as much as you. What, you think like a lot of guys, sex is some chore for the girl? You need to… be on your toes, doing things to get the treats? Uh uh. If you've ever had it like that? I hate to tell you what's going on. I'm a girl. We all know the games."

  "I had that one. What game was being run on me."

  "Oh shit. You? Were wining and dining it, weren't you? Dinners, flowers, buying drinks. Presents. Oh, she likes you, but… she's not sure. She likes you, because you don't rush her. You're a nice guy… you? Let me guess. I'm a good girl. I don't sleep around. I need to be with a guy a while… right? While you're footing the bill for every date, every meal, every present, every drink. She's deciding… maybe this many months in, its time. How am I doing here…"

  "How long were you stalking me? I had a couple of those."

  "Oh. Let me guess. Something happened. Some… misunderstanding. About a week or a month, before… it was get serious date set. You know, where you actually start getting sex. Or, real sex starts. No more hand jobs in the car to tide you over. Come on, how am I doing."

  "Like I said. Like you were there."

  "You know what was going on, right?"

  "Oh, I can't wait…"

  "This went on in high school, of course."

  "Yeah…"

  "Poor guy. Standard girl game. You? Were the show boyfriend. Let me guess. Good grades. Sports. Polite to the parents. Well groomed. Never in any trouble. Took you to meet the parents, for dinner. You, thought you were the real boyfriend. No. You? Were compining to your friends you weren't getting any. You were a gentleman to their little princess. Your other job, was to give her rides. Do anything she needed. Pay for everything. Then? She was fucking the real boyfriend or boyfriends, on the side. That was the nights with her friends. Girls night out. No boys allowed. That? Was so she could get raw-dogged, in every hole, by some… pot dealing thug, in his 20s. You? Make the parents happy. She gets you to pay and do everything. Then? Every time. Some misunderstanding happens, just before you get to the serious level. She's sorry. Its not you, its her. Its just not working out."

  "I had three of those."

  "She passed you off to the next one. Who probably paddled you down the river like a fucking canoe. Twice as long of a wait, though. You already were dumb enough to fall for it once, why not try it twice as long. No, you were determined this time. Better impression to the parents. Probably offered to cut dad's wn, shovel snow without being asked. Oh, you were trying this time, baby. Bet you had a better part time job, better dates, better presents. You? Were gonna win this time. Same thing though. A month before… some girl cimed she saw you out and lied. You don't know why she'd do that to you…"

  "The third one pulled that one. This one just… it wasn't working out."

  "Uh huh. Third one… I mean, after the first two? That st one, she knew she could really take you for a ride. I bet… one year, but wait… we're getting engaged, after we graduate. I'm a good church girl, but… if I get my ring, I'm gonna start to sleep with you. One year ends? You did even more this time… got you the same result. I bet you just think you have bad luck, huh."

  "Yeah. After high school? Disgusted. Sports, so. Service. 4 years to get college money. Here I am."

  "You get ridden like a bitch with girls in the service?"

  "Once or twice."

  "I'm sorry to be the one breaking this to you. I'm not making fun of you. I'm just telling you the truth."

  "Why will… no girl will ever tell me. There were friends, that knew…"

  "Truth? To most women, guy friends? Are… there to do things for them. For nothing. Never even a kiss. You're on their little, entourage. You give rides, you loan 20 bucks, you help do things. Never gets you anything. That's not a friend… those girls were all in on the game. All us girls know the games."

  "What about you."

  "Oh. I had male family on the farm. Male farmhands. I liked riding dirt bikes. With the boys. I pyed wiffle-ball and tackle football. With the boys. I don't… think like a girl, that way. I grew up thinking like a boy, without realizing it. Tell the truth, do unto others. I'm a tomboy. We're like that, a lot of us. Lot of us ain't though. Most of the sports girls? Picked these games up te, and use them. Not me. I refuse."

  "Wow. Where were you, when I just needed your advice, in high school."

  "Yeah. Girls won't tell on each other for their games and their lies and the bullshit. All the cheating. I didn't want in their… click. I'd as soon go hang out with the guys and ride dirt bikes. I'd tell any guys I knew, what was up. The girls can talk shit, but… can't scratch my eyes out, girly girl. She's giving me shit, I told her. You? You? You? You're all a bunch of lying, cheating, sneaking, bitches. Well there's more than one of us… ha. I knocked the shit out of a couple in the bathroom. It got pretty ugly. I don't pull hair, except to hold you while I close your eye."

  "What was their deal. Girl mafia?"

  "Pffft. All girls are in on it. They all got each others back. You want popurity? You py along. I got a taste of their shit they were pulling? I went back to riding dirt bikes. Started telling my guy friends, who were my real friends I grew up with… what shit was being pulled on them. So, they thought they were gonna give me the shits for telling. Surprise. Name calling, and making up stories is one thing, but… 3 or 4 girls gonna start pulling my hair in the bathroom? I… grew up fighting with the boys. Literally."

  "Fuck me."

  "I just did."

  "Funny."

  "Yeah. This battle royal is going down in the senior bathroom. I got in the door way after it started, I got them trapped. I let the other girls go. Two of my guy friends were waiting for me to go to css with them. I told them to hold the door shut. We needed some girl time. Hey, I'm one of the guys. I got 'em trapped now. I beat the shit out of those four girls. It was supposed to be three, then the other one got in on it. I hit more like a boy, if you're some little girly girl. They can't throw a punch. I can. People were talking about the blood in the bathroom. They closed it, after one girl said it looked like a murder scene."

  "The hell…"

  "Oh. Bloody noses. Fat lips. Eyes beat shut. Kicked around on the floor. I'm wearing my work boots. Four on one pulling hair? Fuck that."

  "Kinda trouble you get in."

  "Oh, that. Yeah. I got 2 weeks out of school suspension. The girls thought they were gonna sue daddy, police threatened, etc etc. Daddy's farm wyer? Had a talk with the police. He had witnesses, that three or four girls were attacking me at once. Lawyer said it was clear cut self defense, if anyone tried anything in court, they were gonna be the ones get the shit sued out of them."

  "Did you get the… willow switch?"

  "No. I got attacked. My parents let me go ride dirt bikes all two weeks. My guy friends were taking turns ditching school, to ride with me. We all had a ball. Then, the principal showed up at the farm."

  "Why?"

  "Hum hum hum. Now see here, sir. The information, that I have been receiving… hum hum hum… is that your daughter, is not being punished, and she's running free all two weeks. This was violence, and as we all know violence solves nothing. I think as a parent, we need to have a talk, and you need to be on board with…"

  "How did that go."

  "Daddy got me, to come and hear it. Farmhand knew where I was. Me and my two guy friends came in on dirt bikes. The boys stayed behind the garage. I mean they're ditching school and there's the principal there. But they're peeking around the corner behind the garage. Daddy said, I want you to hear this, honey. You? Here's the number of my wyer. The police? Refuse to file charges. Self defense. You call my wyer. Now, if the police refuse to file charges? Fuck you, and getting on board with your pn. Violence is wrong? Why isn't violence wrong for four girls jumping one girl. So, fuck you. Call my wyer, get off my nd. That's my daughter not yours, she's not in any trouble, she did nothing wrong. Go ride bikes with your friends, dear. The principal? Was just leaving. Oh. You still here? You need me to throw you out myself? Get your ass moving."

  "You get kicked off the sports team?"

  "The principal thought he was gonna go that route. The coach went after his ass. Coach wanted to know why the four girls weren't suspended. Principal says, because they got hurt, they learned their lesson. Coach said he ain't having it. Four girls jump on one girl, and don't get into any trouble. Now, the victim is getting in trouble? No way. My pyer, I heard the police have statements from witnesses, that those four girls jumped one of my pyers. No charges filed. I'll take it up with the school board. The principal caved."

  "You didn't lose your schorship?"

  "Principal tried that, too. The wyer went and had some kinda talk with the school board, everyone sat down. One of the police came to the school board meeting, and expined what self defense was, and how were the four girls that initiated the conflict, which was how he said it, were not getting in trouble. The school board was scared to get in trouble. All they could do was, teacher whining. Violence is never the answer… sniffle sniffle."

  "Yeah. So, this expins you being a…"

  "Goon?"

  "I was gonna say, goonie bird, but yeah."

  "Hmm. College coach? Took one look at me, apparently he'd talked to my soccer coach from high school… he could use a big girl like me. My coach finds me… useful. Off the field as well as on it."

  "Sleeping with the soccer coach. Now I know how you got to be a starter as a freshman… you little farm slut…"

  I ughed. It was a funny joke and pun, but I couldn't help winking and putting on my little act.

  "Does mommy need my willow switch? Hand me my favorite. Right… now."

  He handed it to me. I winked at him to let him know it was a joke, but I stood up and put it under his chin. The long thin one he had gotten a taste of.

  "Number one. Tone of voice? All wrong. Choice of jokes? Funny. But still… not in good taste. Now then…"

  I swished it around. Then pointed at the ground in front of me on the bnket.

  "Kneel. You know where your hands and face go. Don't make me tell you twice? Or I take that wink away. I'm gonna count to three. One…"

  He knelt at my feet, and put his hands on my ankles, and his face on my feet I put together for him.

  "Don't look at me. Don't speak. Don't move. Or you'll be in for it. Do not test me. I dare you. That's better. Stay there, while I finish."

  I waited a while to make sure he didn't move, and drew out the suspense. I touched him with the long thin new toy.

  "That's better. I would permit this? If we weren't both naked, and not still fooling around off and on. Things don't go normally, when we're in the bedroom. You need to understand that. Now then. Stay there, while I expin it."

  "Ahem. Off the field? When upper css team mates give a freshman the shits, and it gets out of hand. Coach doesn't want good pyers getting picked on and quitting. Most girls all lie and stick together. Me? I don't. I report, secretly, to the coach when there's any ongoing… problem. If I tell him, the freshman isn't at fault? He authorizes me, unofficially, to… befriend the new girl, and pick on the older girls. You know, till the new girl gets some friends, and has her own click going."

  "Now then. Back to me, you, and your little sass. First off. Jokes of a sexual nature about me, and the coach. Not funny. Actually, it would be funny, but… you crack jokes like that around my team mates that are my room mates? These are girls. Jokes get around. Rumors start. They take on a life of their own. So, even though, I admit it technically is funny? We're going to bel jokes like that. Not funny. Do I make myself understood? And I mean… fully understood. Go on. Open your mouth. Say one single word. I dare you. Huh? That's what I thought. Well. We're finally getting somewhere, aren't we. No talking. I expect cute little kisses on the tops of mommy's feet. Get to it. I'll tell you when to stop."

  I swished a little.

  "Now then. Point number two. Sexual jokes, brings up something here. Some of the upper css girls, who were used to beating up the freshman girls. Because they were in a click, and if they didn't like a girl personally, they thought they were gonna smack her around and make her quit. That's where mommy comes in. Guess what happens. Yeah. I'm honest, I don't lie, I was raised like that. The coach likes my services. Now then. Moving right along. These upper css girls, who suddenly can't gang up on new girls, and pull their shit. Guess what happened to them? Right. Problem. After they found out I wasn't fucking pying around? They started spreading the rumor, that mommy? Was a lesbian. You know, its like prison. The new girl needs a bigger older girlfriend, to protect her. When I found that shit out? Well, guess how that worked out. We went from me pushing the older girls around, so they had a taste of seeing what it was like, to… well… you know where this one ended up. Don't look at me, don't speak, don't move. I haven't decided what to do with you yet…"

  "Let's recap what we've gone over here. Jokes of a sexual nature, concerning me and the married male soccer coach? Not funny. I'll never hear it again. You? Will undergo a long, and very thorough lecture, in private… if it ever comes out of your mouth again. And if it came out of your mouth and the girls in my apartment heard it? We will definitely, be having the exact, same, conversation… twice. Maybe? Three times. Are we understood? Speak."

  "Yes."

  "I don't find lesbian jokes, if they concern other pyers and me… funny. There's enough of it going on, and rumors of more that weren't doing it… well… just don't. We'll file this under the same as the coach jokes. Not funny. I hear one? Same punishment as the coach jokes. In front of any of the girls to overhear? Two or three times in a row. Are… we… understood. You speak to answer me, then you go right back, to kissing mommy's feet. Go."

  "Yes."

  "Moving right along. You will remember, the jokes that mommy admitted was funny, about the… professional dominatrix pervert shit? You might wonder why I don't like the joke. We're all tall, strong, girls most of us. Some of the girls, have cute faces and hair. Our team pictures? Are on the internet, on the school website. People online, find our pictures… and… the girls, me included, get emailed from perverts. Some of these perverts? Are running escort services. Escorts my ass, these are fucking hookers. Now. Tying up fat, rich, married pieces of shit out cheating like lying sneaks… will pay thousands of dolrs, for a… well… have you been having fun this weekend, little boy? Speak then return to the kisses down there. Go."

  "Yes. Very much…"

  "Uh huh. I know. Because I'm the one giving you such a good time, ain't I? Speak, then right back to those kisses. I like them. Go."

  "Yes. Its hot."

  "It is. Now then. Given the nature of girls in general, what do you think if you had to guess, is going on? I'll tell you. There are sports girls, who answer these emails. We've contacted the authorities. The girls, are over 18. Apparently, its not illegal to spank a rich, fat, disgusting pervert. Cheating on his wife and kids, and paying thousands of dolrs to do it. We lose pyers. Good ones. Yes, we have girls that disappear every weekend, and magically? Have money to pay cash for new sports cars, jewelry, you name it."

  "Now. Me, you? We… are boyfriend and girlfriend. This is a fun game for us. I will never, be a fucking hooker. I don't care how many thousands I am offered per night, and the fact I don't have to y a finger on the pervert, is beside the point. Legal or not, it makes me want to puke. I would like to get the wives and families and jobs of these perverts, to know what's going on. Now then… do we understand that certain jokes are technically not funny, even though they kind of are, and why we'll bel them not funny, and your lips will not utter these jokes again. Ever. Are we clear? Yes or no. Speak, then go back to the kisses. Mommy likes it."

  "Yes. Very clear. I'm sorry."

  "You better be sorry. And if I don't believe you really are sorry? I have proven twice tonight, that I know how to make you sorry. Haven't I? I have. I'll do it again. Dare me. The only thing saving you right now? Is mommy enjoys what you're doing. You, better keep it up."

  After a while, I ordered him to stand up. He did.

  "I remember giving you permission to stand up. I don't remember, giving you permission to look at me. I need to do something about it. Do you know what I've decided to do to you, to teach you a lesson? Ask me, what I'm about to do with you. Speak."

  "What are you about to… do with me."

  I winked at him, and dropped the switch. Smiled and stuck my tongue out, and acted silly.

  "How about… a wet, sloppy, blowjob. Would that teach you a lesson, you think?"

  "Oh. Definitely. I mean, you winked at me before you started, so I knew you were kidding, but… then you said you took the wink back…"

  "Hmm. Am I getting better at this? Kinda fun. Gets me wet."

  "You, are getting very good at your… speeches. Very… hot."

  "Do I sound silly?"

  "No. You… sound like a mom? You sound mad when you do it. You got the thing down about pat, I'm telling you."

  "Hmm. When I said I took the wink back, did you get a little scared? You've had a whip across your ass, so…"

  "Um… when you said you took the wink back, I'm thinking, okay… then, I don't know. When you started with the whole, long conversation about it. Repeated two or three times… I got butterflies in my stomach, a little, yeah."

  "Hmm. You sure you like the… speech thing?"

  "Hot. Its as much fun as the… action."

  "Yeah. Your little… interest meter? Says you enjoy it too."

  "Oh. Him. He likes you. Very much."

  "Oh, by the way. Pictures…"

  I showed him.

  "This? Is your boo boo butt, from the first one. This? Is after my hands were on you. Notice anything?"

  He studied the phone pics. Back and forth.

  "Are you sure? Identical."

  "Yeah. You cried, I know it hurt, but…"

  "It stings. After you marked me up good the first time? The hand thing was… stinging, burning… not hurting, if that makes sense."

  "Okay. And the long thin one?"

  "Stings. No matter where you use it."

  "Third picture. After that."

  "Eh. Nothing again, on the main…"

  "Yeah. You can see where the st, long, big switch hits below your butt went. I didn't wanna hit the butt with the big one… that's the red lines on your legs. Um. Starting from scratch? Honestly, that's the way to go, I think. I can get tears, without all this… mess on your poor bum."

  "I'm so gd mommy is looking out for me. What would I do without you."

  "Well. First off? You would still have a choice. Get girls running games on you, while you spend your time, money, and exasperation… running in circles, chasing your own tail… while they're out fucking drunken bums and criminals."

  "Been there. Done that. Got the T shirt. What's behind curtain number two…"

  "You, could go back to getting told you're too nice. But wait, when the girl is fat, pushing 40, got a string of babies from whoever fucked her whatever night… hey, your good luck? She's now ready to settle down. She wants… a nice guy, with a good job. She went to church for 2 weeks, she's a good girl now. You should jump on that deal, huh?"

  "Yeah. Let me get right back to you on that. Just in case I don't like that one… what's behind curtain number three…"

  "Try to find a girl. Who isn't like all the other girls."

  "Uh, they all say that."

  "Yeah. They do. But in my case… its actually true. You'll find out in short order what my tricks are, but… "

  "This girl number three. You know her?"

  "She… is very close to me. Yes. I know her almost as well? As I know myself."

  "I see. She sounds like a good deal, but tell me. She isn't into anything… weird, is she?"

  "No one really knows. So let me ask you a question."

  "Shoot."

  "You like this… fun time."

  "Oh yeah. It was your idea. You do too."

  "Definitely. Now that you had a taste of… adventure? Would you really wanna go back. Stare at my legs, if you need time to think."

  "We've been on three dates. Now? You got me convinced. You're my girlfriend, and I didn't really get a say in the matter."

  "I admit, you could call it crazy. You could also choose to call it non traditional. Well, traditional wasn't working for either one of us by the way. Non traditional might be the best option. When you look at it that way, maybe traditional was the real crazy. I mean, the way normal is now and all."

  "First night together, crazy as it is. What happens, three to six months down the road. When you get bored. When you have a headache. When you don't feel like it."

  "Oh. That bullshit. When you're footing the bill, and they're not in the mood for too long? They are in the mood. Just not for you. Your job? Pay for stuff, do what she tells you. She's out blowing some… I like bad boys! Tee hee!"

  "Wonderful."

  "Listen. How many girls have you dated, you were allowed to just show up. Unannounced. Allowed to borrow their ptop, their cell phone. Without supervision."

  "Fuck me. You're right."

  "My pro tip? Demand those things. Here's what you'll hear. Common courtesy, its rude, its not polite, you have trust issues, this is a privacy thing, you have issues, you're paranoid, have you seen a doctor for these problems. If you don't trust me, that's the basic problem."

  "Huh."

  "Uh huh. That? Is exactly what's going on. Any man falls for that girls night out, I just like a night every week for me and my girls… its cock night. All of them are out on the make. Telling you, girls hate me, all I do is tell the truth."

  "You're different, even though they all say they're different, and almost never are…"

  "You wanna borrow my phone? Laptop? I don't give a shit. Stop over unannounced? I don't care. If I ain't there? Make a sandwich and watch some TV. I'll be back. If you call me? I don't shut my phone off except for css, practice, and games. You can stay over every night, if you don't interrupt homework time. I'm not majoring in basket weaving."

  "Hmm. How much do you cost."

  "I don't cost anything. I live and eat, before you showed up. I'll still live and eat, if you disappear on me. I just won't be doing my little happy dance."

  "Hun?"

  "Yes dear."

  "Fun time. Its… like a drug."

  I smiled. Winked.

  "You? Don't listen to mommy very closely. You should have been paying better attention, when I told you I studied the chess board, and it was mate in three."

  "Two dates in. Drive out here? We were starting our third date. You just announced, out of nowhere, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. That there was no escape. Third date… mate in three… we're… mated?"

  "What did I tell you, right around then."

  "I don't know. You were dancing, something about free will, I was waiting for some… philosophy lesson."

  "I said. Very very soon? You will no longer have free will. You? Will only have the illusion of free will. You will create this illusion for yourself, because that's what people do. Then? I sent you to the car, and basically ordered you to get this, that, and the other. Get my feet dirty? Please. My fucking jogging shoes are right next to me. You like my body, you can't take your eyes off me. I do the one thing you got a tiny taste of, and crave. I give it to you by the pound. Its what I crave, too. Its a compulsion."

  "You're serious."

  I smiled.

  "You wanted to date a girl that looks like me. You were slowly trying to find one of us. One after the other. I was already interested in you, and… got hooked. I suspected on the first date, we met at the party, but after three dates… the jokes… I knew. Couple drinks, couple jokes."

  "Then you cut the crap, and brought it up."

  "I know the jokes. The innuendo. I used them too. No one but people with the same compulsion as us picks up on it. If you don't do it, even if you say something… oh, I was making a joke. Everyone makes jokes. But me and you? We know different. There's… some glint in the eye, that only we pick up on. How long did it take, to go from a few jokes, to…"

  "Not long. You… moved fast."

  "Once I smacked your butt and felt that… interest meter, and… hit your manual over ride and dumped the load… I knew I had you. Right there. I simply analyzed the board, and announced I had won the game."

  "You? Are crazy. But I love it."

  "Now you love me. You just said it. Thank you, dear. Now… I don't allow you to marry me, until we've both graduated. I allow you to propose to me? Anytime after we both have graduated, both have jobs in our careers going, and we're… situated. Then? I allow you to ask me. Actually? I'll probably… just tell you. You'll have to wait till then."

  "You have this all pnned out. I can't escape."

  "I called mate in three. You, are a man. You happen to be extra logical, and have an IQ, I'm quite sure of it. I asked around the computer and math department. You? Are eccentric, but… you get called a lot of things, and dumb isn't one of them. Go on. Analyze anything you want, with that big brain of yours. Pick the logical, the best choices. That give you the best results. They're the easiest, and logical choices. The conclusion? its inescapable. You have no free will. It has become an illusion. You? Are now my property. You belong to me. I will do what pleases me, with what I now own. As long as I'm fair, and nice to you, and treat you well? You, will stay. Not because I make you, because you want to. Let's py a game…"

  "Could… we not change the subject for a second? Please."

  "Same subject. The game, is the subject. Indulge mommy. I don't need the whip any longer. I don't need the willow switch. Oh, its going home with me, trust me, but… just come over here. Come."