PART THREE u – The Deal

  I uncoiled my whip out loose, and handed it to him.

  "Go on, take it. Its not a trick. Feel it. Its the real thing."

  He felt it all over, dropped it into his hand.

  "Its a custom one. Top of the line. It was expensive. I was around, turning 14. When I saw my first Caballeras performance. Remember the old movie? The one with the… archaeologist, he has adventures. He has a bullwhip and a leather jacket and hat? You know the one."

  "Oh. Sure. Watched it as a kid."

  "Yeah. After that came out, I read all kinds of people started pying with bullwhips. It wasn't just for people with livestock anymore. People who normally would have had no business or interest, were getting one and pying in the backyard, as you can imagine. It was a thing. Most people, I'm sure, just got the standard thing. Dirty book store bullwhip. A few people who could afford one, got real ones. Even a custom, like mine. I want you to kiss it. Start at the handle. Go down the entire thing, slowly, to the tip of the sh. I'll tell you about it. Go on. Start. I want you to lick it, too. Lick it like a slut would, trying to impress mommy with how well you intend to lick my twat when we go back upstairs."

  He started to kiss and lick slowly down the thing. Blushing up a storm.

  "Every type of whip is different, and has a different purpose. If you don't grow up on a farm, its not normal to have them around to py with like I did growing up. Just like the people that got hats and jackets, and pyed with a whip? I saw the Caballeras, and then found the old bullwhip up in the rafters of the barn. It was old, and dried out. I knew enough about caring for one though. You soak it in water, and see if it comes apart. That gets the leather dry dust off of it, they slowly come apart over time, dried out. I saved it. It was just about to start going to whip heaven."

  He was into the kissing and licking of it now. Still blushing, which I liked. I rubbed his hair and smiled.

  "You wet it and dry it a couple times, to clean it. Get the dry dust out of the weaves. Its not a braid, its not a weave. This is called pited. You pit leather straps to make one. Its time consuming and all but a lost art now. Machine made ones? Just not the same. A master whip maker gets it tight, and knows how tight to make it, so it can st forever. Machines can't feel. They start out too tight, and loosen up over time. It takes time and patience, and experience. Hence, the cost. Because few people do it anymore."

  "After cleaning it and drying it a couple times, and seeing I saved it in time? I had to work it, and oil it. You work it in your hands, and oil it, and keep working it. Takes a while to get there. When there's no work to be done on a farm, and its raining or snowing? You py in the barn. I amused myself learning to try to use it. I wanted to learn to snap it, and make the cool noise. Its hard to get it right, and do it on demand."

  When he got to the end, kissing and licking the sh? I told him to go back the way he came, then he could do it again, until I told him he was done. I told him he looked like a little slut, showing me how naughty he could be with his tongue, and that he was pleasing me.

  "The snap is called a sh stroke. As your tongue is feeling, its very thick off the handle, and very slowly tapers down, all the way to the end. The st part? Is the sh itself. Handle, body, sh. When you make the motion, it goes faster as the whip gets thinner. The energy of your stroke is the same throughout. But as the whip gets thinner, the motion speeds up. By the time it gets to the thin sh end? It moves so fast it breaks the speed of sound. That's where the earsplitting crack comes from."

  "I would jump up on a hay bale, and try to hit things I put up on other hay bales. Like I saw the Caballeras doing in their show. The easiest thing to learn first, is ying it on. You whirl it around to get your speed. The big trick is getting your distance down perfect. You want just the sh to hit the object. Going from right to left on cans? Too far you don't hit your can. Too close, and you take out other cans. When you just hit the first can, you knock it off, and can do the rest. Took a while to do all in a row, without missing, or knocking extra cans over."

  "When I y it on you? I want this part of the sh, to hit ft… like this…"

  I held up the thin end, and stretched it out while he helped me, to line it up and match it to a red welt on his chest.

  "I'm good enough, I'm not accidentally wrapping around, and risk taking out any of your back ink. Only the lightest ying it on strokes ever hit your back. I wouldn't want to ruin your back piece. Worse, with a really hard y it on stroke? The sh end can wrap around and dig in between ribs."

  I smiled and rubbed his hair and my hands on his cheeks, and told him what a good job he was doing, practicing with that naughty little tongue, so he was going to be ready to please mommy with it so much very soon.

  "Next, the wraparound stroke. You want to be able to estimate to get a full wrap, like this…"

  I wrapped it around him, and he helped me, blushing.

  "You can get a full wrap. Or more, or less than a full wrap. Distance is critical here. I learned to get what I wanted. Practicing on a barrel. Takes time. Now, when I wrap on you? There's a ying it on effect, and at the end, its going faster. Like here…"

  I smiled and licked my lips down at him, and wiggled my tongue for him, obscenely.

  "Then the sh stroke. That's an air crack, that nds. Too close, you don't get the full snap. Too far back, I miss. When I get it just right, though…"

  I scraped my fingernail lightly along one of the several dark red teardrop formations and he winced.

  "Yeah. Very painful. The sh is traveling faster than the speed of sound, and trying to sort of dig in. In slow motion, you'd see how it sort of punches in, then comes off. It would resemble a pebble dropped in the water. This is the most dangerous stroke to use on you. I have to hit you somewhere where the skin can punch in and rebound. Like on your chest muscle, or your belly. The naked ass cheek is the best, and its the safest. I stayed off your ass, for obvious reasons. The fronts and backs and sides of your thighs were my other safe targets."

  "Having a bullwhip used on you is actually very dangerous, if I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I'm very accurate. If I missed a fleshy part, and hit somewhere ft, like… a rib cage, or a shin? The skin and fat can't punch in, and the scraping motion moving faster then the speed of sound can rip your skin in two. Bad. I'm not being overly dramatic to scare you, either. I could easily rip your testicles open, or even off. You could lose an eye, or have a cheek ripped off. You would need stitches, bad. You could easily bleed to death before we got you stitched up."

  I saw the nervousness on his face. Scary ride fun.

  "That's why I blindfolded you. So you can't see it coming and move. That's why I snap several times before I sh. That's why your wrists and ankles were in the hinged handcuffs so you can't hardly move. That's why I strung you up so securely, on your tiptoes. I would actually love to see you dancing around, screaming. But its not safe. You need to be held completely still and helpless, for safety."

  "Now. The back and rib cage, has very thin skin. It can rip, because the skin can't punch in like it needs to. You would see your ribs, and see the lungs underneath. And it should be obvious, that a sh that came in on the worst possible angle, and nded between ribs? Can not only rip the skin. It can rip the lung underneath, too. You would die."

  "The bull-whip's real original use, was for driving rge animals. Like full grown bulls. Hence, the name. Bullwhip. A rge bull can be over two thousand pounds of pure muscle. You can't get his attention with anything less. His skin? Is about as thick as my thumb in pces, and its leather. When you're driving bulls, you need to keep them moving. They turn around on you? It can be bad. You use the noise, to spook them and keep them moving. If they insist on stopping, you can sh their ass, to get them moving again. Because if they turn around and go for you, you can get killed."

  "The bullwhip wasn't invented for sexy fun time. That's why they make shitty dirty bookstore versions. Light, thin, and short. They're harder to use, and once you get to using it some finally, they're harder to control. Then, they're still dangerous. Its made for full grown bulls, not naughty little boys. You, are actually very lucky you got this from me, and not some ditsy halfwit who thinks she's a professional whatever. I've read about it, people end up in the hospital, and die. I wasn't even allowed to work the bulls and run the livestock with the men when we did it, until one of the farmhands saw I could actually use the one I found so well."

  "People got a kick out of it, I guess. Seeing a tall 15 year old farm girl, running full grown bulls down chutes, and had my grandfather's old whip oiled in and knew how to use it. The older teenage boys and young men that normally do that work at farm auctions and big livestock shows? Naturally teased me. But, I've jumped in front of guys that a 2,000 pound bull turned on him and opened up the nose or the face, and got him back around and moving again. The jokes stop after they see that."

  I complimented him again on how well he was showing off his naughty little slutty tongue for his mommy, and how wet mommy was and couldn't wait to have him use it on her.

  "By the time I tried out for a spot to repce the original Vaquera, I had practice under my belt. I had practice using it for part time work, too. That's how I won my spot. Now, I knew how excited you were going to get, seeing my videos from my performing days. I knew you'd want a couple licks, that's why I gave them to you, handcuffed to the pole in the regur basement above us. I wanted you to see, this thing is very serious."

  "You need to understand this though. After you make your spot, and become my fully trained personal slut? I don't want you acting up, trying to get this used on you. You don't want me to use this thing on you with any anger. When that time comes, and you want some special naughty fun? Come and ask mommy for it, and we'll pn for some fun if you want. I'll be more than happy to give you all you want, and a little more, too."

  "Now. Something else. For the next couple weeks, I'm going to be training you. Most of your punishment will be on your naked ass. Unless you do something particurly ridiculous, you will not be getting this bullwhip for a while. I'm pretty sure we established, that going over my knee is no ughing matter anymore. When mommy's belt comes off, you're in for it. That paddle, too. And as you saw when you acted up, and got extra belt and paddle time, I can handle you fine without using this on you."

  "But. Don't get fooled. No matter how good you learn to behave over the couple weeks I'm training you now? You still need a lesson taught to you, and I'm going to leave a real impression on you, that will stick in the back of your mind long after you get to appreciate that the nice mommy is back. When its time, I'm going to take you away. Probably two weeks or a little more. Now then, you'll be getting close to earning your spot. I'll tell you its time, and you can be extra special good, and really show mommy how you don't need any punishment, and are so good, you don't even need any correction."

  "You should be pretty well trained by then. I'm going to have a completely unmarked bum to work with, not a mark on you. I want a virgin fresh canvas. Not because you were bad, but you need to know what could happen. I'm going to drive you out in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the night, I'm going to string you up like down here. You'll be completely helpless, and blindfolded and gagged and everything. You'll be on your tiptoes like that, on a bnket."

  "Now. I'm going to give you a very serious talking to with this bullwhip. Not a nice little talk like down here just now. A much longer, much more serious conversation. Its going to take a while, and I won't lie to you. Its going to be pretty bad. Its not punishment, its so I make an impression on you. What I can do to you if you're ever really rotten and acting up. You need to know what can happen. You're going to get seriously marked up. When I'm finally satisfied, and let you down? You're going to scream and cry on the bnket, and y in a puddle of tears. I'm going to then give you a little lecture, and you better remember it."

  "Now. You noticed the baby oil, I'm sure. That's not just for show, or for fun. A bullwhip is a serious thing, and I oiled your skin all up, for safety. If you remember, I didn't just oil you up. I oiled you up, then worked and rubbed it in really good. Then oiled up a top yer again. That was to protect your skin from ripping or tearing. Mommy loves you, and doesn't want to permanently injure you. You need punished, not maimed or killed."

  "Now. I'm going to need a heavier oil than regur baby oil for that lesson when the time comes. I have a special oil, that's more of a clear grease. Its much thicker and heavier than regur baby oil. Once I have you strung up, I'm going to grease you all up really good. Then I'm going to spend some time, working it in and rubbing it in really well. Then, you're going to get a heavier top coat of it after its rubbed in, just like I did with the baby oil."

  "Baby oil was fine for just these really light strokes. That lesson will be a lot more severe, and st much longer. It will make it safer for me to really open up on you, and give you a serious talking to, without maiming or killing you. And after I let you down, and give you your lecture to remember it… you're going to crawl to me, and grovel. You'll beg and promise me, how you belong to me, how I own you, how much you love it. When I'm satisfied, I'll tell you. I'm going to then be extra special nice to you. I'm going to clean you up, and I'm going to care for your marks, which are going to be really bad."

  "We'll have two weeks or a little more, so, you'll have plenty of time to recover. I'm going to be very sweet to you, and do things for you like never before. I'm going to let you use me, any way you want. More than once over that time. Because all this time, you won't be getting to do that. Nice mommy will be back, and she is going to want used like never before. I won't spoil your surprise, but you'll get a new treat I'm sure you're going to love. You'll have earned your spot, as my personal slut forever. A couple days up front, to get the nasty thing out of the way and then recover, but, the next two weeks will be serious fun."

  "The heavy clear oil, the light grease, will protect you from permanent marks. When we get back two weeks ter? By then or shortly after, all your marks will be gone. I'll take you for your permanent mark. You'll permanently be owned by me, with my personal stamp and number on you. After that, I'll never want anyone else. You'll be my own, trained, personal slut. Unashamed to do anything I ever think I want to try. Not only do I already trust you now, but on top of that? You'll carry around little marks on your butt, and when they fade you'll get new ones, I'm sure. You won't be able to drop your pants and let any bar slut see you. I'll continue to mark you as mine, a little bit at a time. Forever."

  "Now. Couple more things. When we graduate in two years? I told you, we get our own townhouse. Just so you know, how we'll celebrate getting it. Uh huh. Some serious discipline, just for my own personal fun, down in our very own sub basement just like this one. Maybe that serious bull-whipping will have faded slightly from your memory by then, and I want to remind you of what can happen. Then? Nice mommy will be back, until you ask for strict mommy for special requests. I'm really looking forward to spending graduate school, and getting our doctorates, living with you. Just knowing I can bend you over and have any kind of fun with you I want, and you're willing and loving it? Is going to be great. When I wake up in the middle of the night, and grab you and fuck you however I want, then go back to sleep? Heaven."

  "Coming home after getting beat up at practice or a game and being cared for perfectly, is going to make me the happiest girl in the world. And. If we end up with me getting a farmhouse somewhere for us, you can expect the same moving in celebration. If I have a barn and some privacy to use it for that, instead of just a basement? Well. You get the idea."

  "Oh. Fun fact. They make a special bullwhip. It's made out of lighter leather, and it's still long and tapered and banced. I'm going to get it, because it will let me use it on you for much longer, as hard as I want, and not kill you. That one will be for special naughty fun when you ask for it. But, if you ever see this one? You'll know you did something, and you're going to really get it. If you ever start pissing me off, and you don't take the hint? When you see this one taken out, you'll know what's coming. I'll tell you when we're getting married. And if I ever have any serious problems with you? I'll be damned if I file for divorce. I have a way to fix anything I need to, and I will not be the least bit shy about doing it. I'm really sure, after you see what I do to you on that two week and a little more break? You'll know."

  "Hmm. You asked me to make you afraid to get punished. I swear to you, I'm going to give you just that. Long before we're done over the coming weeks? I promise you, when I give you that look, and start taking my belt off? You're gonna start puckering up. And… once you get your serious talking to with this thing at the end of your little slut training camp? You'll fear me. I guarantee it. You're gonna see, I promise you. The first time I get tears from taking my belt off? That will be something, I'm sure. In the future, if I take this thing out, still oiled and coiled up, and threaten you with it? I guarantee you, you'll tear up, and beg like the biggest slut ever, not to get it used on you. I know, I'm never going to have any serious problems with you. Ever. And if I do? They will get fixed. Pronto. Don't ever test mommy. You'll pay dear for that."

  "Now. I think I expined how this is going to go in fairly good detail. I won't lie to you. This is not going to be uncomfortable the next several weeks? I'm basically going to torture you. For fun. It's going to make me very wet, every single time. I enjoy it. You made a serious mistake asking for this, but now you're stuck with your choice. You'll literally pay for asking for this with your ass. Now. Its not all bad. There will be a little bit of fun along the way. And? Big fun after you get your serious talking to at the end. Just try to listen, and take your correction, so you can avoid serious punishment. But… you're getting plenty of that, trust me. You wanted a strict mommy? Well now you got one, and mommy is going to show you some very strict discipline. You will show me strict obedience. Or else."

  "Hmm. You can taste mommy's whip oil. I told you about what some of the other girl groupies put up with. You, are my little boy groupie. A little slut. You know the thing about a little slut? They like it. They like anything you do to them. The dirtier and the more humiliating, the more they love you for it. I started out calling you a slut, and my little groupie, as just a pet name. But you know, I realized along the line somewhere. You really are a dirty little slut, just a boy slut. Our third date, the first night we slept together? Come on. I smacked your naked ass with my whip. You loved it. I bent you over the car, and you loved it more. By the time you got tied up and got a serious whip across your ass? You were in love."

  "You know I'm right. You don't make sluts. You find them. And I found you. You were going around to all the tall, strong female athletes, just waiting to get picked up. I'm just the one that wanted you. You're mine. You're very lucky you got me, and not one of the other ones. They? Would have used you and thrown you away when they were done with you. Passed you onto the next girl. You wouldn't have known they were sharing you and taking turns with you, until you were all used up. Good only for a fun night to do anything with, then tossed out like an empty beer can when the party was over. But I found you, and I'm going to keep you. I'm taking the trouble and putting out the effort, to train you. To be my very own, permanent slut."

  "Now. You asked to be allowed to submit to me. You begged. Its time. Beg one final time. Make it good. Grovel at mommy's feet. Beg like only a little slut can beg. Let me hear you."

  He did beg and grovel. Kissing my shoes, rubbing my ankles, lifting my jeans cuffs up, kissing and licking without stopping on my ankles, before going back to my jogging shoe ces.

  "More… not like an ordinary slut. For my own personal slut? I want a dirty shameless one. Beg…"

  I got it. Wow. This was more fun than I thought. Taking charge in bed was one thing, this was the ultimate fulfillment of it. There were plenty of ideas for this part, where they pledge to submit to you. For training. To be accepted. Almost all of them, involve the groveling at your feet. Whatever you decide to call your submissive you take in. Sve, little doggy, slut. This is part of what they call the humiliation ritual. When I read that, I remembered back to our first night sleeping together. I had him put his face on the tops of my feet, and he had started kissing the tops of them of practically his own accord. He wanted this, before he even knew.

  "All right. Promise me. How much you love me. Tell me how loyal you'll be. How you swear, you'll never, ever seek this or anything else from any other girl. Ever. Tell me you understand what I'll do to you, if you ever lie to me and I find out. Beg me to believe you. How dedicated you'll be. How you'll submit to me, completely. My every whim. No questions, ever. Promise, and beg."

  He did. Fervently. Wow, this was fun. Why don't all girls do this. They really don't know what they're missing out on. This is so much more fun that a conceited jerk using you and treating you like a tissue. This is like the olden days, when men would beg you to have them. Promise to be loyal and true, to the death. All we have left of it, is the st vestiges of it. One knee to be asked to be married. Then even that's just a formality, it doesn't mean shit. God, this is a rush.

  "Tell me you understand. For the next several weeks, what I'm going to do to you. I know you can't predict it, but tell me you submit to it. I'm going to hurt you. Bad. I'm going to punish you, severely. I'm going to humiliate you, and treat you like a complete and total slut. You'll beg for it, you'll beg for more. You'll ask for it. I'm going to do things to you, that I wouldn't do to a farm animal. Beg me for it."

  I let this go on for a while. Oh lord, this was the best thing ever. I felt powerful. I realized I now was. It was no longer a fun private joke. I actually owned my boyfriend's body. It belonged to me. He was my own personal property. My fuck dirt bike. I could beat on it, and get it dirty, and it would always start and run and ask for more. I couldn't wait to take my new dirt bike out for a spin and beat on it some.

  "All right. Kneel up here. Look at me."

  He did.

  "You, are picked out of slut tryouts. I believe you, that you love me, and that you want to be my own personal slut. I'm going to train you, to serve me. You already have a good idea what I like. The dressing and the undressing, are personal favorites of mine. Work hard on it, and make those times perfect. Remember, I will let nothing slide now. You forget something, you do it out of order? You'll get corrected, or worse, punished. You also know by now, that my shower and bath time, is my favorite. Take serving me in there very seriously. You'll get huge rewards for doing it well. I'll correct you or punish you for forgetting anything at all now. Mommy loves it, and after mommy is all beat up after a hard practice or a game? I'm going to really enjoy that."

  He promised he would make me happy with both dressing and undressing, and shower and bath time.

  "Now. This isn't all one way. I intend to reward your loyalty and devotion. I promise you, that I'll never use another boy, for this or anything else. Ever. I think you already know that, but I want you to know I promise. I've been studying this and preparing for this, so I was ready. I'm shocked to learn, that one of the favorite features of this arrangement? Is that other people's mommy's have more than one slut. You? Don't get used like that. You'll only have one strict mommy. Me. I will not have a… stable of little sluts. Just you. I'm going to be very strict with you, but it's because I'm training my own, personal slut for my very own. To keep. Forever. You'll be surprised, when I'm on the websites where I read this stuff. I'll show you, and you'll be surprised how common it is."

  "I'm serious. You're very lucky, to have a good mommy. Other mommies? Are very bad. When they're bored with their little slut? They give them to other mommies, to have fun with. Tell them to have fun with them, and you can imagine how horrible that would be. I love you, you're my boyfriend, and I'm going to make you marry me when the time comes. Can you imagine what disgusting things another mommy that didn't love you and care about you, would do to you? They get drunk and anything goes with a rental slut, is what they call it. You'll never get thrown away like that. I'll show you, they actually trade sluts for the weekend, then brag which one did the most disgusting things to them, and ugh about it. I'll never do that to you. Now, thank me for being a good mommy to you, and being loyal, even though I'm going to be very strict with you over the coming weeks."

  He thanked me and wouldn't stop. God, this feels good.

  "Now. There is an upside for you. Most mommies have a pn like I have been giving you, so the slut has some idea what to expect. Now, the usual thing? Is they're just having fun trying you out. Then they do terrible things to you, and make you give up. You, that will not happen to. I already want you for my own personal slut, and I'm training you to know what I expect out of you. You'll make it through this. But, the reason is because you wanted to have no way out. And I accepted you. So, its kind of a catch 22. You'll make it and earn your spot, but you also can't quit and get away. You? Are trapped."

  "Now, its kind of not fair in a way, that you know you'll earn your spot… but, to be fair and make up for that? I've decided to be the absolute strictest mommy I can be. Now that means you're going to get very severe punishment. For very small things that would normally get overlooked. You? Are going over mommy's knee down here, and are really going to get it. Worse, and more often than any of the others I read about. I'm not kidding, and I'm not exaggerating. I won't lie either, I'm going to enjoy it. I know that's kind of fucked up, because you know I get wet when I hear you scream and cry. Do you understand what I'm telling you, and do you accept that."

  He did, and he promised he would be good and do anything I wanted. Man, the rush this gives you.

  "Now. You've told me your personal… slut history. You got fun birthday and Christmas smacks, twice. Then never again. When you liked it, she should have tried to please you. If you haven't noticed, I give you lots of special treats all the time. I actually like doing it, and you like having it done. We're a perfect match. When this is over, we'll go back to that. I promise you, I'll never ignore you, and not give you what you want like that, okay? Now kiss me like a slut. Lots of wet, sloppy tongue. That's how little sluts like to kiss."

  I draped my arms around him, and kissed him in the wettest, sluttiest manner I could. I enjoyed it, too. When I was done, I doggy licked his face several times, up both sides. Long, slow, sensual licks.

  "And that? Is how you kiss a little slut. You like it, don't you."

  He did.