PART TWO c – The Townhouse

  After a while, I flicked my foot.

  "Shush. Stay. Don't make me tell you twice. You got enough of a problem right now, don't do a thing to make it worse. I'm actually very mad, and I have every reason to be. I think you know, how bad your ass is going to hurt very soon, don't you?"

  "Yes."

  "Yeah you do. I've given you examples of how it can be. Problem right now is? That was for fun. This is serious. This is different. I would tell you, that I'm about to give it to you so good, that you can't sit on your ass for a week or more, but… that would imply you'll even have an ass when I'm through with you. All night till te, and that's at the very least. Maybe they don't get back till tomorrow morning. That's all night. That's some more tomorrow morning, too. If I get all day tomorrow, too? Oh well. You? Had better pray they don't take off all weekend, mister. I intend to make myself crystal clear, and the more time I have to do it? I'll take every minute of it. When I py in a game? I give everything I have, every second, start to finish. That's why I'm a starter. This? It isn't a fucking game. Its serious business what's happening. I'm even more serious about this, than any game. So… I'm going to keep making my point, until that zy whore gets back. If I were you? I would pray that happens sooner rather than ter. While you still have a scrap of skin left on your ass."

  I flicked my foot up again.

  "Shush. You were told to keep quiet. That's twice I had to tell you. Don't do it a third time."

  Trembling in my foot.

  "Moving around, huh? You know stay means stay. Sit still, means sit still. Go on. Dare me. Worst possible time in the world, to defy me. You? Clearly, have absolutely no idea how mad I am right now, that's obvious. But that's okay. I'm going to show you. Then? I'm going to keep showing you."

  I got up on my knees, and slid my panties down. Walked in pce with my knees, until they slid over my knees, then I fingered them down my shins, over my calf muscles, and finally picked them up from where they came to rest on my ankles. Just the T shirt now. I wiggled around for him, making him watch me.

  "You like that? You want a show, you come to me for it. I'll give you all the show you want. But… you don't go watching shows from any other girls. Before I'm done with you tonight? You're going to learn that important lesson."

  "We're going to get started. First things first. There's no way you'll be able to sit still for all this. That's why you're helpless right now. Now. You already know, that sometimes a phrase doesn't have to just be a phrase. Example. I'm going to give it to you so good, that you won't be able to sit down. You learned that night, that it's not just a phrase. You like word games so much, good. Here's another one to add to your collection. Put a sock in it. It means shut up, and stay shut up, right? It does. That's not necessarily just a phrase either."

  I rolled my socks up, and wrapped my panties around them, inside out. So he could taste my holes. Both of them. I shoved the rolled up package carefully into his mouth and wiggled it in, putting the ass of my panties on his tongue, so he could taste me the whole time. Then I wrapped one of the bandannas around his mouth to hold them in nice and tight.

  "Helpless? Now quiet. You? Can now beg, and cry, and scream all you want to. Not going to help you one bit, it's just asking for more of the same. Oh yeah, and those helpless little puppy dog eyes you're going to be giving me? Uh uh."

  So I blindfolded him with the second one.

  "There we are. Let's get started, little boy."

  I pulled him up into the middle of the bed. I sat on him kneeling, just above his hips.

  "First lesson. I feel horrible right now. I don't know which way to turn. I want you, to feel that. This might give you some idea how that feels. Enjoy."

  I started tickling him, and I didn't stop for a while. I ughed, and I made fun of all the noises he started making. Then, I did it more. Once I figured out all the spots that were the worst ones, I dove in and worked on them. I had crying quick, turn to sobbing, turn into bawling and into screaming. I'd stop, and taunt him some.

  "What's that? I didn't quite catch that. You, were told to put a sock in it. You must be asking for more. I'll give you some…"

  And I did. Several times, over and over. When he was a hot mess, I pulled at his hips, and dragged him down again to be kneeling over the foot of the bed.

  I treated him to some swishing noises. While he got his breathing under control, I kept it up. When it was safe for me to continue, I grabbed his tightly trussed up wrists and held them up tight in the air. I gave his helpless, exposed ass cheeks a serious switching with my favorite one. The long thin one. I gave him hard strokes, and the thin one just makes burn and sting. No damage, just surface blemishes. It can't make the thick, hard, damaged tissue yer underneath.

  So, I didn't have to worry. After a couple minutes and fresh squealing, I paused.

  "So. Dancing legs and pantie peeping shows for you, when I leave you here, huh? I was gone about twenty minutes. That's a twenty minute show for you to have not noticed. So, I want you to enjoy my very own twenty minute show that I'm about to give you. And I just bet that you notice this one… call it my hunch."

  I gave him twenty minutes of the long thin switch. The little red lines appeared across his cheeks. They went into a sort of generalized red marks, but composed of the red lines. When I was done, I ran my fingers over them. Red marks, but very little raised welts. I told him not to move from that position, because we hadn't even gotten started yet.

  Later, I did it again. I've learned that I can make a long stroke, that makes the swishing sound, and quit just before I make contact. I wanted burn and sting right now, not even surface damage. After several shows like this one repeated, I had another trick. When you deliver a lick from a switch, you get a way better sting out of the stroke, if you quickly retract it. You can retract into another big lick, or wait for the next one, as you prefer. If you don't retract, it deadens the blow a bit.

  Several of these twenty minute shows and me using these two tricks, made for all burn and sting and red marks, and allowed me to do it more. To extend the fun. When I wanted to take a break, I could pull him up onto the bed again, and put his face on my feet, and give him a nice, long lecture. Of course, he wasn't getting the point, so… another tickling torture session. Or, dragged down to bent over the bed yet again, for another of those switch sessions.

  By working like this, and taking nice, long lectures and speeches for breaks, I was able to fill quite some time up. I felt his ass under my finger tips. All red marks, and only the faintest raised welts, like corduroy material. I could drag this out, and extend my naughty fun time to the extreme. After enough of them, the marks would make what would become bruises tomorrow morning. But only surface marks. No thick, padded, hard damage yers inside. I'd have the perfect ass to use my hand on ter, I didn't even have to wait for morning. I love it when my hand makes him cry and jump. Its like the power an adult has with just their hand, over a misbehaving child.

  I didn't choose to have him call me "mommy" for naughty fun time for no reason. The cssic 1910 child abuse discipline scenario, calls for it perfect with us. Mommy has to punish a misbehaving little boy. A cssic is a cssic and you enjoy it for that reason, that's why its so popur for a scenario.

  Over what, four or five weeks? I've had time to get a half decent repertoire together. Enough I could string together both action and breaks for him to get the breathing back under control. Reading on websites constantly, all about my fun new hobby. They emphasized it in no uncertain terms. When you tie someone up helpless, when you gag them so they can't use safe words and such, you're completely responsible for their safety. Screaming and sobbing and crying and begging is fun for both of you, if you like hearing it, and they willingly ask for it. If you have the privacy to do it, have fun. If you're open about what's going on in your bedroom? Let the neighbors hear and its just you bragging its a fun night.

  We can't. Also, the gag becomes necessary if you both like an extended time of that sort of thing. You don't want to damage the throat and the vocal cords. A hoarse voice that will heal is bad enough, but you can permanently damage it to stay that way. Scarring of the throat and the vocal cords. Even with enough privacy, I have to go back to thoroughly gagging him, to watch it. Coughing is a sign of damage already done. I have never heard a cough, and I never will. A certain amount of it, in brief non-gagged periods of pantie wetting fun, is enough at a time. You can go back and forth as long as you want. It just works into the scenario. Yeah, I wanna hear you make some noise. Gag out. Nah, its annoying. Gag back in, so I can really give it to you this time.

  He doesn't know I've read how to slow the swing just before impact, and they don't figure it out if you give enough strokes before you start doing it. He has no way to know I'm not retracting the swat immediately after impact, either. Again, after the up front warm up, he can't tell the difference. That's for me to know that I'm extending the fun. He thinks that he can take more. He thinks that he's pleasing me more. And he is, but you know what I mean.

  He dared me that first time, and I took the bait. A submissive that knows they enjoy it, can ask for more than what's enough. Trying to please you. Trying to show off. Fulfilling their fantasy too much. It's my job, to keep it sane. To keep him safe, as silly as that sounds given what you now know goes on.

  Also, their little butts go sort of numb. They asked for crying, and you have to give it to them. If they go sub numb, and you're trying to get there? You can easily get more damage than what's safe. I can give the full swats as I want to, in between other patches of controlled chaos. Works out perfect, too. I'm really going to give it to you now, I hope you're happy… then he gets to hurt a little more. I'm not swinging harder, I'm just not stopping swing just before impact, and I'm not failing to retract.

  The fear of the scary ride is part of the fun. This all too perfect scenario I picked up on? Allowed me to give it to him. Ha, give it to him. I'm a comedienne, I guess. But no, experience taught me how to break it up, and move around through the fun games. To extend it. I now get to enjoy the fruits of that. I get to take longer and longer face on feet time. Enjoy more of my lectures and speeches. More fun for him as well. More fun for him too, that he's actually worried and scared tonight. My gift to him. His birthday is two weeks away. He hasn't put two and two together, and I won't tell him to spoil it until we're all done. He thinks I'm actually frustrated and angry right now, and shing out. I'm actually fuming at my team mate room mate, and her very real second warning is coming when her drunken zy whore's ass finally makes it back home.

  If my boyfriend comes and reports her doing anything simir ever again? She's getting the shit knocked out of her, and I know I can do it and so does she. She's all skill and speed, and not a goon at all. That's my job, and we both know I can do it. Now, as fun as this is, it serves a very real function in our retionship we both care so much about. I saw he wasn't noticing what I told him she would do, and I was just waiting on it to happen. This will serve as a very real eye opener, to watch out. He's going to be crying enough tonight, that I doubt he'll forget it.

  But that's all ter. Time to ramp up the fear and the fun factor.

  "Oh. You want something to cry for? Keep it up!"

  "I told you to keep quiet. You want something to cry for? Fine…"

  I went and swished the long medium one around.

  "This, is the long medium one. I'm so mad, I was stopping myself from using it on you, little boy. You want some of it? Good."

  I bent him over the foot of the bed, and touched it to his red but undamaged ass.

  "You can't count, but you can sure as hell sit still. You don't sit still when you're told? You're asking for more. You're asking for harder with this one. I'm warning you… I'm actually pissed. I'll give you exactly what you ask for now. Do not test me. I dare you."

  Of course he can't sit still. He gets another little speech. Then he gets more. The first ten are the "real" ones. Full force, retracted into the next ones. Fast, hard licks. The rest after that? Safety licks, that again, he doesn't know about. Stopping short. Then dead licks. Of course he can't not scream and cry. He gets more. They always get more.

  "How are you showing me, that you're going to pay attention to this very serious problem I have, huh? You won't even listen, when you're told to y still. Defying me. You won't stop that whiny shit, when you're told to knock it off. Again. Defying me. Daring me. You better knock that boring shit off, and sit still. I'll stand right here and wait, and you better not make me wait too long."

  Which is another little break. Little humiliations are part of it all too. Just like he admitted from night one, that the scary ride is half the fun, he admits that the little humiliations are too. Kissing my feet. Laying his head on them, while he gets a lecture. Holding my ankles if he's not tied up, like I taught him to. That's ritual. That's our ritual. Our ritual has come out of what works for both of us, and it's uniquely ours. Its like a secret code we share.

  Example. We're sitting around the living room, with the others. If I catch his eye and smile or wink, I can put my feet together on the floor in front of me, and he gets the reference. He'll smile, and sometimes blush. No one else gets it, because its such a uniquely personal code, that its unreal. If I simply draw my knees up, and pull my feet up? Its another big one. He'll blush looking at it, if I catch his eye. If I so much as take my shoes and socks off now, and put my feet together? He looks away blushing.

  I was waiting for the right time to do the used socks in the mouth trick. He doesn't know I changed them out. How humiliating, to get gagged with my dirty socks tied into his mouth all night. They're clean socks. My worn ones went under the covers, and I grabbed the clean ones. He'll never know that though. The panties were real. Tasting my holes he already licks and craves is fine. That's why the panties are wrapped around them, inside out for him to taste me. The little added humiliation that I'm making him taste my ass.

  When he finally settles down, kneeling over the bed sobbing, its under a constant stream of intermittent speech. I'm waiting. Move it. Still waiting, it's getting worse every second. Get a move on. Finally, a final ten hard and fast long medium switch licks. I'm supposed to be actually mad right now. I've spent four or five weeks, with the long thin one. Because I don't want to actually hurt him. This also gives me the fun of teasing him, that if I want the long medium one? It's right in the corner of the closet. You give me a better reason? The long thick one, is right next to it.

  Actually getting to taste the long medium a little? Is really a treat, and also "proof" how mad I am right now. He's scared and I want to keep him scared. He's actually worried he almost lost me, and that he still could. I want that continued, too.

  Another speech now that we're done with medium. Back to the middle of the bed for another face on feet lecture. Then some more being ridden while tortured by tickling. Some more speeches, then back to the long thin one. I want a burnt and stung ass, that will scream from my hand ter. He asked for the over the knee "intimate" position, and I've been putting him off. Saving what I learned camping. When we're finally "done" here? A long break, not forgiven yet, interspersed with speeches and lectures, will get rid of the numb bum. It will hurt finally. Then? Over my knee, and my hand will be something else. A real, honest to goodness, over my knee spanking. Given something to cry for, given more to squirm for. Then finally, re-gagged and I'm going to "really give it to him".

  A nice long one.

  We went around all the games which are "serious" this time some more. Then, he still won't sit still, he still won't shut up. Still defying me. Still daring me. I fumed over, because I "lost my cool", and got the long thick one out. I menaced him, and I speech-ed and lectured.

  Ten fast hard ones, on a burnt and stung ass. Ten, ordered to start listening, and get the extras. Stopped short, with dead falls. But he doesn't know that. Eventually, he manages to sit "still enough" to make it "back" to the long medium. Uh oh. Someone doesn't appreciate the nice gesture? Bad idea. Eventually, we make our way back to the long thin one. I have what I need now, and I can give him a nice, long, string of hard fast ones to finish his ass off. Undamaged, but well marked and feeling it.

  I'm watching the clock. I know when they'll be back. Its now time for a nice, long, apology and for him to thank me. I'll tell you why ter, how I know. But for now, that's enough.

  Thanking and begging my forgiveness, takes a long time. Its one of my favorite parts now. He finally gets the "dirty socks and panties" gag out. I enjoy this phase. Of course, I'm not sure. He's not forgiven yet. I have to decide what would make me grant that. His face is pnted securely on my drawn up feet. The little kisses I generously allow him now. He's to lick the tears up, as they fall.

  "Have you noticed something? No sex tonight. This is serious. Its not for fun. I think you know that now. Don't speak until you're told to. Do you want forgiven? I'm starting to just now think it might be time. But we need to understand each other, how big a problem we have. Its our problem, not my problem, not your problem. Our problem. I need to know, that you want this problem solved. That you're going to be on board, helping mommy out. Are you? Because if you don't come and tell me next time, this is going to be worse. A lot worse. We can go somewhere for privacy, and have a week long talk about it, if we have to. Don't talk. I'll do the talking. You do the listening."

  I wait.

  "All right. Here's your big chance, to be forgiven. Ask me nice and polite, to demonstrate that you want to be forgiven. Ask me for one final reminder. Beg me for it. Then, I'll give you that final reminder. Then we can see about actually being forgiven, after I know you understand how serious this is. Ask me polite, that you want to be shown how important this is. Go."

  "Please… show me how important this is to you, I…"

  "This isn't important to you, too? Start over."

  "Please. I'm begging you, to show me how important this is to me and you."

  "Again. Add in the part you left out, that you want to be made to behave, because you know you need corrected. Start over."

  "Please, show me how important this is for us. Please make me behave. Please make me be good. I want to make you happy. Because I love you. Please… correct me and make sure I understand. I'm begging you, please. I want you to forgive me. I'm so sorry this happened and I didn't help. I promise I'll come and tell you if it happens again. I swear. Please show me…"

  "Not bad. This? Is a lot better than we started. Its not enough you don't actually cheat on me. You need to keep your eyes open, for shit just like this. It shows you care. Like I care about you. Now. Are you sure you understand what you're asking me for, and what its about?"

  "Yes. Please…"

  "All right. We're going to see about this st reminder. Get yourself dressed. Don't stall, do it quick. Show me you can listen to me. Go."

  I untied him. He quickly got dressed and came back, and started to kneel where I was sitting at the foot of our bed.

  "Not now. I need dressed too. First off, I need dry socks and dry panties. I'm not sitting around in wet panties and wet socks. This is going to take a while. Get them for me."

  He brought me clean panties and dry socks. Both matched what I had taken off, he was trying to please me. Good.

  "Kneel. You? Are going to dress me. Do it slowly and carefully. It shows you care. Go on…"

  I held out one foot, then the other so he could put dry socks on me to repce the ones that got soaked. He held out the dry panties for me to step into, then held them while I stood up so he could pull them up. He held out my jeans for me, and I stepped into first one leg, then the other. He tugged them up carefully. Then zipped them ever so gingerly. Then buttoned them. Finally he redid my farm girl belt for me. I sat back down and leaned forwards, so he could stretch up and put my shirt on for me. He even flounced my hair after pulling the head through, and arranged my T shirt so it hung evenly. He put my jogging shoes on for me, then put his face on them.

  "Thank you. You did a good job. Are you ready? To get your final reminder. So you can actually be forgiven."

  "Yes. Please."

  "All right. Hand me my phone. Then get me my keys, off the dresser. Please."

  He handed me both.

  "Hand me both ropes, that I untied you from a little bit ago. Roll them up for me before you hand them to me, please."

  He handed me both coiled up, and I stuck them into my back pockets.

  "You? Will follow me. With a closed mouth. I want you to bring a bandanna, and you're gag socks and panties. Keep them carefully like you find them. They're going back in your mouth soon, and I'm not ruining more socks and panties. Go get them and show me."

  He came back instantly.

  "Now. Follow me, and keep quiet…"

  He followed me out of the bedroom, and I locked it behind me. I had the switches out. If anyone came home early, I wasn't risking it.

  "Go pee. And get a drink of water. Your mouth is dry from being gagged and yelling in it. Don't make me wait on you long."

  He was back quick, and he followed me down and out the front door, which again I locked behind me. We went for a short walk, to get around to the back of the row of townhouses. I unlocked the lower basement door. We have a normal basement, but this is the bigger completely underground one. It's for storage and some maintenance stuff. The townhouse rows, are on a hill. Our regur basement, the door from the kitchen and down the stairs, is half underground. Things like the heater, the duct work, electrical, and all that. Like a normal basement. The storage one, is the one under that.

  Its completely underground. It can't freeze in winter, and it has storage cages for the four tenants to have secure storage of things they might want kept. If they leave and owe money, their shit ends up in "their" cage, until its either gotten rid of, or they pay to get it. This sub basement, smaller than the main one, sort of "heats" the one above it. No frozen pipes in winter. If a tornado came? This is the premium pce to hide. The locals call them "fraidy holes", and no luxury rental would dream of not offering one. Its a thick, cement box basically. It gets double duty as the secure storage area. The cement walls and the steps leading down to the door, let you know you're completely underground. Ha. Sub basement. Another little funny from your favorite comedienne. I'm a fun girl to be around.

  I locked the door behind me. We had both taken turns before, switching pces and seeing it was completely soundproof. We couldn't hear each other scream, from the regur basement above us, let alone from the living area. We couldn't hear loud music, either. This is where I had come to get his study carol desk to match mine for him to have, and his matching chair. One of the room mates, hadn't wanted the desk and chair, for more room. Stored down here.

  "Do what you're told. Don't talk unless I tell you. Go bring me the other chair you know is over there. Move."

  He brought it over to me.

  "Put it behind me, and politely push it in when I go to sit down. Be a good boy, and show some manners."

  He did it, and came back around the front of me. When he went to kneel, I stopped him.

  "We're not doing that. Stand up."

  He stood patiently and waited.

  "Strip."

  He pulled his clothes off quickly. Stood again. I waited.

  "All right. Turn around, and give me your hands."

  I grabbed a ball of rope out of the one back pocket. I tied his wrists securely, over my athletic wrist bands protecting his wrists from my rope marks. To keep our secret safe. I pointed just to the right of me seated.

  "Stand there and wait."

  He did.

  "Can you guess what's about to happen here? Tell me."

  "Over the knee."

  "That's right. Now bend over my knees. Don't make me yank you down. You, will offer yourself politely to me. Now."

  I pointed to my p, and he bent down and I helped him over it.

  "Put your hands on the cement, and support yourself. I want your ankles up. Don't make me force you. You're offering yourself to me. Willingly. Now."

  I tied his ankles as securely as his hands, again over my athletic wristbands. They're mine, they have my jersey number on them, they have a soccer ball and some pink to the school university colors, to show its the girls soccer team, and who they belong to. Just like he belongs to me.

  "I'm fully dressed, because this isn't for fun. This is serious. I'm really going to give it to you good. I will not stop for tears, I will not stop for crying. You'll get more. Do you understand me."

  "Yes."

  I swatted his ass, each cheek, one after the other, hard and fast.

  "Yes please. Again."

  He got four, two on one, then two on the other.

  "Yes please."

  Three hard fast ones, first one side, then the other. I got another delicious yes please.

  He got four each. A sniffle.

  "I want to hear the following. Thank you, please correct me. Every time. Do I make myself understood?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. We're going to begin soon. You saw how this went. You'll get one hard swat on each ass cheek. Then, you will say thank you, please correct me. Then? You'll get two each. You will say it again. This? Will continue, until you can no longer say anything, because you're going to be screaming and crying. By then? You will be crying, instead of saying what you were told to say. Which means, that you're asking for it. You'll get what you're asking for by crying instead of saying what you know you're supposed to. I'm going to listen to those screams and those cries, and I'm going to keep right on going. Eventually? You'll start pulling and twisting away. When that happens? My leg is going over your legs, and you already know, that you can't get away like that. That? Is you telling me its time to gag you tight. And then I'm really going to give it to you. And I mean good. Do we understand each other?"

  "Yes"

  Nervous. Good. Being fully clothed, reinforced that I was in charge. It was another little extra humiliation to be over my knees, helpless and naked ass in the air, waiting on it.

  "Good. You're simply going to get more and more. You're not sorry yet, you just think you are. I can do this all night. Once that gag goes in, its going to get faster and harder. When I finally have to put my leg over yours to hold you still? You're really going to get it. And I mean really bad. Once that starts? Better get comfy. Because its going to take a while. We'll see how well you listen to me after this. After this? When I say basement, you'll know what I mean. You better hope and pray, that basement is for fun. Because if I need to correct you? It will be for a long talk, worse than this one. You can get the switch down here, too. You're very lucky I chose not to bring it down. I don't have much reason to be nice to you right now, do I. So? Tell me how thankful you are, that I didn't get the switch, and that you appreciate me being that nice to you."

  "Thank you, for not giving me the switch. I appreciate it."

  "You damn well better. I can leave you here and I can go get it, if I think you need it. Remember that. And if you screw up what I told you to say, and I mean one, single, time? Before you're crying too hard to say anything? That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go, and get that switch. All three of the long ones. Then? You're really going to get it. Bad. Real bad. You better appreciate that you're just getting my hand, little boy."

  "Thank you. I appreciate it."

  I started over from one each, and he said what he was told to say. Then we went on. Each time, was one more per cheek, and each time he said it. Tears started, and we continued. Squealing, and then crying soon after. I continued.

  "You damn well better not fuck up what you were told to say. If I don't think you're trying hard enough, its going to be a very long night down here, with us getting to know each other better. Me, you, and all three long switches. Used on you like you won't believe."

  I did what I promised, and eventually, around 40 or so, the crying got to where he couldn't say anything coherent.

  "We're just getting started, little boy. Stand up. You'll get no breaks. I'm taking a little break. So I can give it to you better, the way you need, so you understand how serious this all is. Don't move, and don't annoy me."

  "Now. Bend down. Open mouth."

  He had handed me the socks and panties bundle before we began, so I could tie his wrists. I put it back in, then secured the bandanna around it to hold it in.

  "Now. Back over. Offer yourself willingly to me. Now? You can scream and cry your little eyes out. All you feel like it. That's what the gag's for. There's no one can hear you anyways, and everyone else is out for the weekend, too. Just me, you, and my hand. And you better keep yourself still for long enough, that I think you made an effort to try hard enough. I think you didn't try hard enough? Time for the switch. We'll see if that makes a better impression on you and your behavior. Because I was very unhappy with what I saw, and I better see an immediate improvement, with you helping me watch out for it."

  I started again, this time in earnest. Over from one. With no counting, It was one number each cheek in turn, followed by the next. We got up to a much bigger number, moving quicker this way.

  "Sit still! This is shit! Try harder!"

  "I'm warning you. You want the switches instead? I'll go get them. Then you'll really get an excuse to start pulling and twisting like this. You better knock it the hell off…"

  There was an immediate improvement, the instant the word "switch" came out of my mouth, and I ughed. Every time I said just the word "switch", he tried to stay still for it. Eventually, he lost the battle and couldn't. I had to put my leg over his legs, and hold him securely. I pushed down on his neck, so his hands could reach the floor to steady himself. I swatted him as hard and as fast as I could, stopping only to tell him things, or warn him about the switch being brought down, or just to taunt him and ugh.

  When I was satisfied, I had him stand back up.

  "Now. My hand hurts. Which is pissing me off, because this is supposed to hurt your ass, not my hand. Don't you move a muscle. You're lucky, I'm not leaving you and bringing the long switches down. Or is that what you want. You tell me, do you want the switch? I can be back with it in no time ft. Give me the word. Dare me."

  He shook his head no, and several times.

  "Oh. You don't want that. You, want mommy to be nice about finishing what we started, is that it?"

  He shook his head yes.

  "You want the switch? Or is mommy going to have to take her belt off, so I can really give it to you good, like we need to have happen here. I'm not pying around. I'm serious."

  Tears and sobbing.

  "What's that? I didn't quite catch that. You do want the switch? Was that what I heard?"

  Squealing and more crying, and shaking his head no back and forth quickly.

  "Oh. For a minute, I thought I wasn't making myself understood. You sure you don't want the switch? Not a problem."

  No, no, and no.

  "Then you must want the belt. Tell me yes, that's what you want. You want mommy to take her big belt off, don't you."

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "If you're sure now… you don't have to be ashamed if you want the switch. Its no trouble at all. You sure?"

  No, no, no.

  "No you don't want the belt?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Or is that yes you want the switch."

  No, no, no.

  "Last time I ask. Do… you… want… the… belt…"

  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

  I stood up and smiled, letting him see me take it off. Slowly unbuckling. I pulled it slowly out, as seductively as I could.

  "Last time? You just got the loose end. That was me being nice. This time? We're doing it right. Doubled over, so it actually hurts more. You understand me?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  I yanked him back over, and pushed his head down, and scissored his legs tight.

  "You don't understand how serious I am yet. You just think you do. You better get it through your head exactly how important this is. You ready?"

  Yes.

  "Doesn't matter now. I'm ready. Get comfortable. Gonna be here a while getting better acquainted, little boy…

  I gave him the belt hard and fast, taking practically no breaks, except to taunt him.

  "You mean to tell me, that's all the louder you can scream and cry? You can do a much better job crying for me. Let me show you…"

  "That's more like it. Go on, try to pull away some more. I'll give you something to pull away from. We have all night to work on your behavior. And we're not finished, until I'm satisfied I made my point, and you understand how serious of a matter this all is. You think you understand?"

  Yes, yes, yes

  "Yeah, right…"

  I started again, and in earnest this time. This, was just surface marks. This hurt, and brought crying and sobbing, but didn't make the hard pads under the cheeks. He'd be able to sit. He didn't know that, though.

  "Okay. Lesson time, little boy. You having fun? This is what happens, when I have a problem with you, and some girl…"

  I smacked his ass as hard as I could, as fast as possible. I got a set of screams that were pretty convincing.

  "Lets go over that one again. This is what happens, when I have a problem, with you and some girl. Enjoy it."

  I did it again, and I must admit that I enjoyed the ensuing commotion.

  "Oh, its fun to give mommy a problem with some girl, isn't it? Let me show you how much fun it is… to watch some slut, dancing around in her underwear…"

  I did it again, for much, much longer.

  "And, one more time. We are going to keep going over how much fun it is. Tell me now how much fun that was, huh? Tell me! I can't hear you…

  Another long period with the big, thick belt.

  "Looks like we're going to have a couple hours of more fun. Look how much fun we're having now… come on, let me hear how much fun you're having! Oh. Not so much fun now, to piss mommy off about some slutty girl, is it? No, it isn't, is it now…"

  More. Lots more.

  "That's it. You just keep on letting me know how much fun this is. Oh, am I pissed right now…"

  Gobs more.

  I kept asking him if he understood yet, he kept frantically shaking his head yes, and I went right back to work. The little breaks? Were so he could catch his breath. So there was no real danger. He didn't have to know that.

  Eventually, the screaming and crying started to show a break. That was what I was waiting for. They call it crying it out. There's only so many tears. They eventually slow down to a trickle. The screaming and crying subside into just sobs. That's what I had been working towards.

  "Quit crying, or you'll get the switch. I mean it. You're really pissing me off now… defy me, go on, I dare you right now. Not the time to test me, bent over my knee, is it? No, it's not."

  The crying subsided to the little stream I had read about, the screaming and crying went to just sobbing. There. All cried out.

  "Finally. Starting to listen. A little bit. That? Is a start. We'll work on this some more, so you don't forget. Ever. Next time? You'll get more. Lots more. Can you imagine a switch instead of the belt and my hand? All you have to do, is ask me. By misbehaving. I dare you."

  "Now. Stand up. We're done, for now. Maybe, you understand how serious I am about all this."

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Better be. Now you just stand there. Don't move. You? Get yourself quiet. And don't take too long, or there's plenty more where that came from. We have all night ahead of us, if we need it."

  I waited, with my arms crossed. Watching him.

  "I'd be on my very best behavior, If I was you. Don't you agree?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "If you're taking polite suggestions now? And taking them seriously?"

  Yes yes yes.

  "For the time being? I would suggest, that you take the garbage out, and don't forget it. That's every day, whether it's filled up or not. Think that's a good idea for a little while?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "I would do those dishes, I would wipe the kitchen down, after every meal. Breakfast, lunch, and especially dinner. One minute a meal, three minutes a day, is easier than waiting. Think that's a good idea?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Spray the bathroom with the foam wand built in there, that's what its for. Once a week, without being reminded. And try not to forget to flick that red switch, so it dries out, before we get back. Another good suggestion?"

  Yes yes yes.

  "All right. You're just about forgiven. But if I was you, I'd make sure I was a good little boy, and on my very best behavior, if just for a little while. Wouldn't you agree?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "And I already know, you'll never fail to watch out for what I saw today coming home. And that you'll come running and tell me, won't you?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "We'll just have to see, won't we? And for the time being, until you're told otherwise, and things are back to normal. You will not sass me. I will not get the slightest bit of backtalk. You, will hang on my every word. I won't embarrass you in front of the girls or anyone else, but… I think you know what will happen if you don't follow these polite suggestions for a while, and your forgiveness becomes… let's say permanent. You're going down the basement. No fun, naked and over my knees in my jeans. The discussion? Will be even longer than the one we just had. Do I make myself clear?"

  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

  "And if I need to have another, longer conversation like this one we just had? It will go the same. It will end the same, which is to say with the belt on your ass at the end. The difference will be, You will then get tied helpless, on that extra table. I'll use the switch, all three of the long ones. I'll use them all, and I'll use them for quite some time. That's after what you just got, which you will get again. Followed? By three switches across your ass, that you will not believe. Do we understand each other, and do we understand what will happen. Tell me now."

  Yes, yes, yes

  "We'll see. Do not test me. I'm all out of patience. All right. Get your mouth over here… and you better watch what comes out of it, until I tell you that you're out of the doghouse."

  He bent down and I untied the bandanna, and took out the little panties around socks package that was his highly effective gag tonight, and handed it to him.

  "Now. You think we understand each other better now?"

  "Yes. I understand, I promise you…"

  "We'll see. Hold your hands out."

  I untied him.

  "Sit, and let me get your ankles untied."

  He sat down, and I untied his ankles.

  "Back up. Take the chair back where you got it from. Then get dressed."

  I checked the time on the cell phone. Perfect. I still had time for them to get home. You see, when he went upstairs? I managed to corral the other two, in the kitchen when she went to her room to change. Go figure, she went to go put some clothes on. I expined to the other two, what I had seen coming in. Showed them the video and the pictures. They had their hands over their mouth, trying not to lose it ughing. She was known for sport-fucking, and for teasing their guys they brought home. They were on board with me roughing her up a little. I had given them both an extremely polite warning, that this was my boyfriend, and that I really liked him. The one that had sport-fucked pre med boy? Got a hair sterner warning. I mean in private so as to be polite about it, I mean go and figure.

  I told them, I wanted a chance to talk to my boyfriend. Get back when the bars close. I'll be waiting up. That I was gonna show her the phone, and toss her around some. Their job? Keep me from killing her. They were content to have me smack her around, I expined that I was just making a less polite warning, though it would be the st one. They agreed, this would be fun. Then I went up and joined him in the bedroom.