PART THREE c – The Deal

  I had a little morning fun in bed. Door wide open. No music needed. No cmped hand over his mouth to stifle little noises. He could y on his back handcuffed, with the double locks it was safe. Slightly uncomfortable, to be sure, but safe.

  I knelt over his face, and had his face on both of my holes. Talking and directing him. I bent down and gave a wet sloppy on him, but never finished. I quit like a huge tease. I shoved him out the door, and told him to be careful going down the steps. I held his forearm carefully and solid. Safety with handling a captive. You're responsible for everything once you have them helpless, and there's no second chance. If you forget, and something as simple as a fall gets them injured? You'd never forgive yourself. So? Never, ever forget the safety. Here, its another level of intimacy. Holding him tight and secure. Telling him its because I love him and don't want him hurt. A lurid description of what could happen, scary thoughts for a little extra fun.

  I smiled like an idiot, watching his bewildered face when I walked him into the kitchen. When he started to lean in and speak urgently, I shushed him.

  "Be quiet. Or, do you need punished right out in the open? Shush. Now sit. I'm making breakfast, its your birthday. God, I'd hate for the girls to catch you like this. You would be so embarrassed. How bad would you blush? I love it when you blush, its so cute. I can't tell you that enough. Hmm. Maybe, mommy decided to come out of the closet on all this. You never know. This is the best way to come out with something kinky like this. You just… let them see, and act like its normal. Show you off like this for breakfast. They're gonna giggle. And point. Tease you. Ha. Now… over easy? Yeah. That's what I want. And you? You're having over easy too."

  I made no effort to control kitchen noise, and looked over and smiled when I dropped a pte, or shoved a cupboard shut with a little smile. I hummed while I started breakfast for him.

  "Over easy. Ha! That's gonna be you a little ter, you know that? Think about it. I can bend you over anything I want, anytime I want. Just like that. And you? You… are easy. Very easy. Anything I want, you're so eager to please. Over… easy… so? You get your eggs like that. You like cute wordpy, puns. There you go. You're rubbing off on me, I think. Oops! There's another one. Rubbing off on me. Hmm. Maybe I'll have you hump my leg and finish on it. Then, might as well tell you to clean up your mess. And if you don't do it? Well… we both know what happens then."

  I finished cooking our breakfast for him, and put on a little show. Bending over, shaking my ass. I stood with my feet apart to bend over, to give him a lingering view while I threw a napkin away. Smiled to let him know to enjoy it… then smmed the under the sink cupboard door to the little wastebasket shut.

  "Oops. There I go again. I gotta watch that. I keep forgetting."

  I id out our breakfast, and sat down and started eating. He couldn't of course. Handcuffed. I fed him a little while, and wiped him with a napkin, like a little toddler. Made mommy jokes. The mommy theme was too good.

  "Girls! Breakfast! Up and at em! Mommy has a surprise for you! Get down here, you zy whores! Come on! Shake a leg!"

  I sat down and ate more. Smiled at him.

  "Girls! Come on!!"

  I went back to eating, and occasionally putting a fork full into his mouth for him, and wiping his mouth. Laughing.

  "Okay. I was having some serious fun there all morning, wasn't I? Ha. The girls left early. Fishing trip with the two boys for a date. The boys don't want to miss first light, so. Oops, there's another one. First Light? She's gonna catch more than fish on the little fishing camping trip I bet, huh? She asked me what to do for a fun big date. I suggested going camping and getting away. There they go. I just wonder, if the boys will have fun like you did, or if Light will be the one to… whatever. I never heard the girls make jokes, so, probably not."

  He looked at me. Nervous smile.

  "Oh. Number three? She skedaddled off to… who even knows. Yeah, we had the house to ourselves since, what? Before 4am? So, too good to pass it up. Did you like your little scary ride?"

  He did.

  "You were really scared a little there? Thought I actually decided to out us like that? Hmm. I'm rotten. Gd you had fun. And, we got all day. All night. Tomorrow and tomorrow night, too. The girls? Staying at the boy's rooms for their first over niter. The other one? Said don't expect her back for a couple days. I texted to make sure. Oh, and Jay and his buddy, said happy birthday. To have fun. You… having fun already?"

  He said he did.

  "Hmm. Fun's just starting. Go on. Try to eat without your hands. I wanna watch. Go on… we're alone."

  I put my chin on my hand, elbow on the table supporting me. He tried to gingerly get some messy egg and toast, and there was no way. I giggled, and ate my own extra careful, smiling as he saw me pop each bite in my mouth carefully. When I was done, I carefully dabbed the corners of my mouth with a napkin. I walked over to him, then inspected his face and the mess hitting the table top. Time for some scenario fun. Mommy time.

  "What's this? A mess. Your face is one thing, but look at the table top. You see that? More mess. And while we're on the subject, don't think I didn't notice how you don't wipe up carefully after we eat. You have so little chores, and you know what's expected of you, so that's deliberate. Uh huh. So you stay right there. I'll be back. We need to have a little talk. About making a mess. Then, another little talk about cleaning up a mess. Then? We might as well get the dishes talk out of the way too. The dishwasher's spoiled you, and you can't handle that, huh? I'll fix that too. Don't go anywhere. You think you can test me just because its your birthday? Uh uh. I was gonna let wiping up, slide. Let the dishes talk? Slide. But now you go, and make a new mess. I can see what letting you slide, is getting me. I'm gonna fix that right now. You just wait and see. Nice little talk coming about all that. Enjoy."

  I walked upstairs, and brought the long thin switch with me. I swished it a couple times. I put it under his chin.

  "You wanna test me? Fine."

  I moved the dishes to the far side of the table to make room, and told him to bend over the table. Before he could, I showed him the drops of yolk and crumbs, pointing at it and shoving his face in it. Stern mannerisms now. Mean. Pissed off mommy voice. All threats and promises.

  "We'll do things the 1910 way. When little boys like you, knew what happened when they misbehaved. We have no clothes on. Your hands? You know I expect manners. You made a mess, didn't you? Now… lick it up. Every drop, every st crumb. You're going to learn to do things carefully in the kitchen."

  I slid the pte back over. I pushed his nose down in the runny yolk, then rubbed his nose beside the pte.

  "Mess. Lick it up."

  I did it again, more. I ughed and made fun of the situation. Pointed at it sternly, with an even sterner punishment voice.

  "Lick! Every drop, every crumb."

  "Now. I can see you're actually enjoying this…"

  I bopped his interest meter with the long thin switch.

  "Since you're enjoying it so much… enjoy it a little more."

  I held his pte up, smiled. And put it down on the floor. I pointed down at the floor. I got kisses.

  "You wanna eat messy, like a little doggy? Fine. You can be mommy's little doggy. Dig in. I want that pte clean. Every drop. Every crumb. Make it quick."

  I put my feet on his shoulders, and rubbed them around a little.

  "How you doing down there, hmm. You, are gonna learn not to make a mess at the table. Show some manners."

  When he was done, I bent over and looked.

  "Good job on the pte. But you made another mess."

  I took the pte up, and pointed at the unavoidable crumbs and drops of messy yolk that were the obvious and unavoidable result. I pointed at it in front of my bare feet, and ordered him sternly.

  "Lick it up. Every crumb. Every drop. Now! And if I have to tell you twice? Well, what you're about to get will be a lot worse. Get moving."

  When he was done, I brought him up and had him bend over the table once again.

  "Now then. How old are you? 24, right? Yeah. That's 24 birthday swats. Now. Listen carefully. Every swat? I want you to count. One swat. Then two… just like that. All the way up to 24. You will not move. You will not make a sound. Or we'll do it all over again."

  I gave him the first hard birthday swat, and enjoyed hearing my result, followed by the ritual counting.

  "One swat."

  "Good. We'll continue. See if we're getting anywhere, trying to get you to listen carefully to me, when I speak. I hope for your sake, its working. If not? We have all morning to work on it, as you can see."

  I gave him the next one, equally hard. Nice swish noise, nice tight crack on impact.

  "Two swats."

  We continued, all the way up to 24. Then I put my hand on his neck, and held him down so I could get in his ear and hiss at him.

  "You don't listen carefully. That, is the problem. That, is the problem we're trying to correct. I said one swat, just like that. Up to 24. I did not say to switch to swats, from two on up. Are you trying to lecture me on proper English? That's bad manners. You don't correct me. I correct you. Now. When I say swat, I mean swat. Not swats. If I wanted to hear the word swats? I would have said it. Now? All over again. See if you can get it right this time. Let's do it again."

  I repeated it again. Loud swishes, nice tight cracks. He counted each one, and said "swat" after each count. I got my hand on his neck, and was in his ear again.

  "Better. You were told not to move. You did anyways. So we do it again. You're going to learn to listen to what I say, and listen carefully. This is how we're going to accomplish that. Again."

  I repeated his 24 birthday swats, and he counted and said "swat" one more time. From 20 to 24 though, I got some little noises.

  "Better. You almost kept still. Now? You made noises. You were told not to make a sound. Again!"

  We repeated it one more time. I held his neck and hissed in his ear again.

  "Uh uh. Worse. Now, we're moving backwards. Not happening. Moving and noises. Again. Last chance this time. You better get this right, or I swear. You know what will come next. Again!"

  We repeated it again. Naturally there was movement, and some more little noises. My hand back on his neck again, my stern voice in his ear. Ritual. I whispered hoarsely in his ear.

  "Now. You know what comes next. All you had to do, was pay close attention to what I said, and do exactly what I said. No. That was too easy for you. Same as everything else I tell you. You don't listen. You stay still. Let's check the big garbage can. If there's garbage in there? Ooh. I'm going to check the cupboards now too. You know what shelves the ptes go on, you know what shelf the gsses and coffee cups go on. I bet they're not where they should be, either. Is it important what shelf they go on? Not really. No. But that's not the point. The whole point is, that you do what you're told. And you don't, do you? Well, let's check. Stay."

  "There we go. Garbage? In the can. I knew without looking. Cupboards? How did I know. How difficult is it. Ptes go on one shelf. Cups and gsses go on the other one. That's it. I've had it. You stay right there. You don't want to listen to the polite reminders? Fine. We'll do it your way. I'll be right back. Don't you dare move, you stay right there."

  I went upstairs, and I came down with some pieces of our fun time rope, and several pairs of the new handcuffs.

  "Spread em. Now. Out to the table legs. You wanna move around? I know how to fix that."

  I clicked both handcuffs of a single pair on only one ankle, and tied the little chain to the bottom of the table leg. Then, I repeated it on the other side. His legs were spread nice and wide now. More helpless. I was suddenly reminded of my first chance encounter with this at the pool all those years ago. My first make out boy spreading his to the bench legs. How it became a ritual that got repeated. Naked butt. Ankles spread out to the table legs. Wetness down there came over me. My ritual, and its here again. I smiled, warm all over. The rush.

  "Now. Let's see those hands."

  I put handcuffs doubled on each wrist, then tied the little chains together. Impressing myself with my ingenuity and creativity like this. I tied a piece of rope between the other two table legs taut. I tied the rope holding the two little cuff chains to the taut rope strung between the sturdy table legs. I pulled gently, and drew his hands towards me, stretching him down and out on the table. I hitched it to the taut rope, securing him. I stepped back and admired my craft work. Oh yes, this was more like it.

  "There. You can move around all you want now. And I'm going to make you do the moving. Noises? Uh uh…"

  I shoved a clean dishrag not used yet into the mouth.

  "That comes out? I will tie it in, and I'll go get the other two long switches, and I promise you, I'll whip the skin right off your little ass with all the switches. Test me. You spit that thing out? I dare you. Now then. You were getting 24 birthday smacks. Had to get them several times. Wouldn't sit still, wouldn't keep quiet. Now? You can't count. There's no need anymore. Now? You can't move, so, took care of that for you too. We'll see if you listen to what I say after this."

  I gave him a nice, long switching with my favorite, the long thin one. Lots of burn, and plenty of sting. Red marks that were only surface blemishes. Perfect for extended fun like now. I went non stop, hard and fast, until I got the tears. We took a break, and he got another lecture. Then more. Breaks for lectures and speeches and further threats. Safety first. Breathing breaks. Gag for safety, to prevent vocal cord injury. When I had the twitching and steady tears and sobbing I wanted, another break.

  "Now. It would be all over. But… there's the garbage can. While we're here, we might as well have that little talk too. You like these little talks? You must, we keep having to have them. Now then. About the garbage can. You already know what the problem is."

  I started in again, and stopped for lectures about the garbage can. We moved into the screaming part. Then finally, we were over that "talk".

  "Now. Once again. It would be all over right now, but no. While we're here, we'll go over how the dishes get put away."

  We had that little talk, which carried us into "all cried out". I ran my finger tips over my craft work showing all over his ass cheeks. All burning, all stinging, all the tears and commotion with no underlying tissue damage. Perfection. The thin red lines of the long thin switch, made for raised red lines that were all close together in random patterns. They felt like running my fingers over corduroy. A couple test hand smacks? Brought instant sobs. Again, perfect. A nice long break, and the numb bum would fade. The little pattern of surface markings would repce the red corduroy lines. When it came time for my hand, over the knee? It would be perfect. My hand swats would have the super heroine power that turned me on so much. The power to punish and abuse a little child over your knee with a nice, long, "talk".

  "I'm going to be nice. I'm going to let you go now. And you better listen. You made a mess of tears on this table. When you're let go? You'll clean up your mess. And you know how now, don't you? Uh huh. We'll just leave this stuff on the table, for any future talks we need to have over the next day or two. Trust me, there will be plenty more where this little talk came from? If I don't see immediate improvement. You reading me here? Test me. I dare you."

  I slowly unlocked all the double locks on the cuffs. Wow. A new ritual. It was as good as the slow, methodical tying ritual. Intimate. Personal. Hmm. Then I slowly unlocked one cuff on each limb, then told him how lucky he had been, that he didn't spit the gag out, or that would have been "serious". This? Was not. But it could get serious, real quick, if he gave me the word. Test me. I dare you. Ritual. Our ritual.

  I finally unlocked all the limbs slowly. First both hands. Then a pause, and a final inspection of my craft work. More feeling red corduroy with my fingertips. The warm red skin, already. The fresh sobs from hard hand smacks. Wow. What a rush. Then I unlocked the st ones on the ankles.

  I sat down and crossed my legs, then crossed my arms.

  "Stand up."

  "Much better. I get some results when I speak now. Let's see if that keeps up. Lace your fingers behind your head. Keep them there."

  "Better. See where I'm pointing? Nose on that wall, you're going to stand there, until this whiny shit quits. It better be quick. If I have to listen to too much of it? No reason for me to hear it. Move. Nose on the wall, so I can see your marks. Stay. I'll tell you when you're done."

  I muttered under my breath, and went about making another coffee. I sat and blew on it, sipped it. Admiring the craft work. Ritual. And that warm rush.

  "Now, maybe I can enjoy my coffee, without any interruptions. I'll talk. You? Will listen. It'll be a new concept."

  "Now then. Manners. Mess. You get a gentle reminder? You won't even listen during that. So, we have what we just had. Garbage. Dishes. All right. Get the fuck over here, and see to cleaning this puddle of tears up, before I get it on me. Now. Fingers stay behind your head while you do it. Move."

  I sat and sipped my coffee, giving him the stern smile.

  "I'm in charge. Not you. You'll do well to figure that out. Quickly."

  "Stand facing me. I'm going to talk to you. Mouth shut. Stay still. Or? As you can see, we have all the stuff ready, for another little talk. Stay here, I want to show you something…"

  I took my coffee, and came back with the medium thickness long switch, and id it on the table.

  "See it? Another talk? Will be identical to this one. Only difference will be, the talk will be conducted with that one. Test me. I dare you."

  "Uh huh. Finally got your attention now. Good. I can see I have to sit here, and watch that you do everything you were supposed to have already done. You'll go upstairs, and get my practice shorts I like seeing you in. Nothing else. Move."

  He came back wearing them.

  "Better. I spoke, you did exactly what I said. See? We're getting somewhere. Slowly, but we're getting there. Another couple little talks like this one maybe we'll actually get somewhere. Now then. Garbage. Take it out. Now. I don't care if it isn't full. You see the giant industrial sized roll of big garbage bags we get? Free. Five year supply. Use them. Or I'll use your ass like I just demonstrated, except longer and harder. Move. Get it done quick."

  Garbage was out and he was back in record time.

  "Now then. Dishes. You clearly have some kind of problem with just loading and unloading the dishwasher properly, and the dishes are going on the wrong shelf. Get all these dishes from breakfast, every single thing except for our coffee cups and the coffee pan, and you'll wash them by hand. Thoroughly. They better be spic and span. Move it. I don't intend to sit here all morning, supervising what should already be done, that you already know should be done correctly. Move!"

  I sat and watched his ass marks, while he did the dishes. I had him run up and get a clean towel.

  "Dry them. One by one. Carefully. Open the cupboard door, leave it open. You'll put them away as you dry them, one by one. Let's see they go on the right shelves. Move."

  "Garbage. Dishes. When I'm sitting here watching it, its perfect. Fucking amazing, ain't it."

  "Get me another coffee. Here. Not one drop, or you'll clean up any drops you make. You will not need told to do it, you will not need told how it gets cleaned up. Now."

  "Good. Sugar. Milk. Do I need to tell you everything? You know how I take it."

  After my sugar and milk, I blew on it, before setting it down.

  "Now then. Tomorrow morning? We'll see what you learned this morning. It will be the same routine. Exactly. You will not make a mess, you will do it carefully. Understood?"

  It was.

  "If we need to have another little talk? It will be with this one, instead. You know it hurts a lot more. You wanna sleep face down for a couple days? Not able to sit down? Fine by me. I'll just tell everyone you had too much to drink for your birthday, you're not used to it, and you can spend a couple days face down in bed. Showing me your damaged little ass. Is that how you want it? Works for me."

  "This is not all some game. We're going to have our own pce, as soon as we graduate. I'm not living in some pigsty, like we do here. You see my room, the whole house is going to be like that. Believe me."

  I blew on my new coffee and started a little sip.

  "Tomorrow morning? If there's a mess, you already know what will happen, how the little talk will go, and you can see here exactly what we'll conduct that little talk with. Instead of licking up your drops and crumbs? I'll throw your pte on the floor. And put the pte in the sink. I'll sit here, and I'll eat my breakfast, and I'll watch you eat yours the messy way you want. Off the floor. Every drop, every crumb. Licked. Is that what you want? Yes or no."

  He didn't.

  "I know, right. That would be humiliating. But I'm sick and tired of being humiliated every time someone comes over to the house. You will not have an ass to speak of, if this doesn't get fixed, pretty much immediately. Now… follow me."