PART THREE g – The Deal

  "Okay. You're behind us. Can you hit the drain…"

  I felt. There it was.

  "Okay. You gotta do the hot water. Not too much. Go a little at a time…"

  By releasing a little water, and putting in bursts of the hot, we got it back up to skin reddening pleasure. The jets made it our little hot tub.

  "Some more brandy?"

  "Are you trying to get mommy drunk?"

  "Maybe just a little bit."

  "Hmm. What's your pn."

  "Well. I'm gonna blush, but…"

  "Go for it."

  "The third date in the woods?"

  "The third time is the charm. Yes."

  "You had some apricot brandy. And you really cut loose. The third time you did it hard…"

  "Oh. Yeah."

  "Can't hurt then."

  "Hmm. Actually, it could hurt more then…"

  We ughed. It was funny.

  "You know what I mean."

  "Conventional safety with Domestic Discipline? You watch alcohol and drugs. A gss of wine to get in the mood, is great. A drunk dominant, a drunk submissive? Not recommended. Remember, this is all based on 1910 discipline. The days when child abuse was actual discipline. A drunk parent, a misbehaving child. The parent cuts loose… you can see what can happen."

  "Mm. A little of that, you know."

  "Remember. The fantasy, needs to be… not something dove into. Remember what happened that first time. We both went a little bit too far, which just happened to end up okay. Doesn't mean we don't need to be cautious."

  "After so far? Cautious isn't really in our vocabury tonight."

  "If you want your mommy to have a couple drinks, so she can loosen up even more than this morning? Be careful what you wish for, little boy. You still have things coming, and you have no idea what they are yet. Then, there's still over my knee at the end. And I have to top st time."

  We stayed and had another gss of brandy.

  We finally hit the point we were in too hot of water for too long, and didn't want to really get out, but you can't stay in hot water forever. We reluctantly got out, and I stood and leaned on the sink for my drying off. Lifting my feet and doing nothing else. I looked down at him. Gave him the look.

  "Ooh."

  "Ask. You want disciplined, child abuse style 1910 discipline? You want it from a mommy had a little too much to drink and really gives it to you? Go on. Beg for it. See what you get."

  I winked.

  "I fucking dare you. Go ahead. Test me. You want every time to be like that first night? You want it like that again? Go on. Here. Fill my gss. No ice. I'm gonna show you now. Do it! Tired of pying this game."

  I winked again.

  "What's the matter. Called your bluff. You scared now?"

  "Nervous. Yeah, a little scared."

  I leaned down.

  "That's because you should be. That's it. Fill both gsses. No ice. Now. Move. Its done, that's it now."

  He filled both gsses after dumping the ice into the hot bath before releasing the water and shutting the jets off. He knelt down in front of me and handed one to me. I took both. I drained one, then the other.

  "Fuck it. And now? You'll start paying for that. Soon. You? Go get yours. Do it."

  He filled both little juice gsses up, and under my demands, slowly sipped and drained them. I was in mode now.

  "All right. Enough fucking around already. Towels and washrags. In the washer. Get them washing. Now."

  He ran and complied, and was back giving little kisses.

  "Yeah. Great. That's not saving you now. Enough. Get the candles. Bring the incense. Fresh towel on my bed. Move it. Let's go. Bring the gsses, and the bottle, and the bowl of ice. Don't make me ask you again. Shoo."

  When I turned out the lights, smiling, I walked into the bedroom. He had the candles and incense going, and the lights off. My fresh towel was on the bed, and he was on the floor at the foot of the bed.

  "Kisses ter. Get my massage going. Make it a good one. You haven't screwed up yet, you want to keep it there. Trust me. I, will tell you, when the massage is over. When you get to my ass? You know what to do. Don't risk me having to tell you what to do with your slutty little tongue. Every time you go over my ass massage? Do it. And do it well. When you're on the front of me? Don't even think about touching my twat, and be gentle with my nipples. You? Have been warned. Get started. You want treated like a slut? I'll treat you like a slut. You'll see. Lets go! Chop chop."

  I got a nice, long full body massage, and he tongue fucked me back there without needing prompted any further. I wasn't very drunk, just drunk with power. After a long time I abruptly stopped him.

  "Now. You saw what's on the table downstairs. At the drop of a hat? I got more cuffs in my stack, I can make a little talking to station up here on the bed. Give me one single reason? I'll make one up here too. And you'll go on it, and I'll whip the skin right off your little ass. Test me. You asked for it rougher. Fine. Now you're going to suffer the consequences. You'll see ter. Now then… get the baby oil. It's time. I want my ass fucked. A little rougher and quicker than normal. Get to it. Hurt mommy a little. Warning you though. You go too far, too fast, anything like that? The skin comes off your ass. You keep that in mind. Now get moving. I wanna see what all these turbo-whores are raving about. I'd say we don't have all night? But… we do. Make me feel it."

  He lubed me and him up, and started gingerly. He was nervous, I could feel it. I could sense it. I had to goad him into it. It was true, I was able to rex just enough to let it happen without as much pain, but it was still uncomfortable.

  "More."

  I started out ying ft, my legs spread wide. When it started happening, I did like I had recently for hard from behind. I got up on my knees, and spread my knees, my feet and shins pointing a little inwards.

  I found my corner of bnket. I ate it. I forced some more in, and bit on it. I reached back for his hands, and after holding hands for a little, I squeezed his hand to let him know it was all right. Then I put his hands on my hips. He finally got his first full stroke on, and I was squealing with my mouth full of my corner bnket sandwich I fed myself to keep from yelling.

  I looked back at him. Eyes half slits. A little mouse in a mouse cage, taking it quick and hard. My noises, muffled by the bnket I ate greedily, came through. Each stroke brought it. I let him see me tearing up and puckering with a mouth I had self-filled with bnket.

  "Mm… mm… mm…"

  Then I winked with an eye that drove a tear out, and put my cheek on the bed and let it happen. I nodded so he could see me nodding my head, to go for it. He finally picked up speed, as I was fully rexed now. He gripped my hips and used me. I wanted to feel what it was like to be a whore, a little slut, used for my hole. I got it. If curiosity kills the cat, well, this just killed my hole. I teared up and screamed into my bnket, short little ones in time with the banging I was getting now.

  "MM… MM… MM…"

  I had to wink and nod, scraping my cheek on the bedclothes, so he wouldn't be scared to finish. I finally reached a hand back, and he squeezed my hand again. I brought it up and around and put it in between the front of my legs.

  He put his slick oiled finger to my clit, and pyed with me. My breathing was already ragged and got worse. I screamed and moaned into my corner of bnket snack and finally came. Then I just nodded more so he wouldn't quit, and whimpered into the bedclothes while he finished it out. A couple more minutes of pitiful noises while I felt the delivery. Hot, wet, gooey. It would squirt in, a little thrust and again, until it was well milked and done. He moved gently while I whimpered into the bedclothes, while he went slowly a little soft and gently retracted.

  I finally took my corner of bnket that I was eating and biting for dear life out, and whispered to him before continuing with my dying whimpering dispy.

  "Its okay… just… hold me. Shush me… tell me its going to be okay. Until I'm… please…"

  I slowly dropped ft from up on my knees, and brought my legs more together. I still ate my bnket, and used it to hide my teary eyes and puckered up face. A few little sobs he could feel wrack though me. I'd take it out and whisper it was okay, please just hold me, tell me it'll be okay… then I begged for it, and went back to my bnket and its security it somehow gave me.

  He held me. He rubbed his hands on me. He told me "shh", how it was all over, how it would be okay now. I finally rolled over to face him now, and he held me and kept it up, until I was better and could speak. The extra drinks that were hitting me, had helped and allowed this to happen. I realized why girls taking it like this, were associated with being drunken whores. It helped you rex, it deadened the discomfort and what pain it still generated. Sexual pain though, and the feeling of being used rough. An advanced version of me liking it bent over and taken hard in my twat and railed for everything I had. Just as I liked that once in a while? Less often but still every once in a while, this.

  When I could finally trust myself to do normal speech, I gave him a little smile. He smoothed my wet hair, and kissed me. Assuring me it was all over, how well I had done, and it would be fine now. I smiled more and nodded. Then?

  "Thank you. You wanna know a secret now?"

  He nodded.

  I whispered in his ear.

  "Remember it. You? Are going to pay for that. Later. That's why I wanted it. Don't even ask. You won't miss it. You'll just know."

  He nodded.

  After we sipped some brandy, and I had composed myself fully? It was time for something new.

  "All right. Movie time. Naughty movie time. You? Couch. I'll be down."

  He was on the couch, and I walked in. I had a little beach bag with me. It had sentimental value. My first rough encounter I was in charge of? This bag. Same one that had accompanied me, among other things, to the third date in the woods. It now held a few things.

  "Hi."

  "Hello yourself."

  "Naughty movie night, huh?"

  "Oh yeah."

  I just stood there, smiling.

  "What's in the bag?"

  "Stuff. You'll see. Here… put these on. In front…"

  I tossed him a pair of handcuffs from out of the bag, and he cuffed himself for me in front. I came over and tightened them a click each, then did the double lock, then took the key back. Smiled and winked.

  I sat down next to him, bag on my other side to keep it all a surprise. I reached in and brought out my cell phone.

  "Here. Do your… TV trick?"

  "Screen-casting."

  I put the voice on instantly.

  "Watch the sass. You've been told, you know. I'm in charge, when its naughty fun time. We're naked. You? Are in handcuffs. So. You don't sass me. Talk over me. Interrupt me. Or? Correct me. I, will correct you. And right now? If you only knew. You, would watch your mouth."

  He was sorry.

  "Fuck sorry. You don't do it. Then? No need for sorry. Sorry is for when you do it, then sorry is the bullshit afterwards. You want sorry? Don't worry. We'll get to that part, where you're really sorry. So don't correct me again. Don't say a word, just hand me my phone back, if I can py it now."

  I selected a photo and it came up, full size on the screen. I could swipe through boo boo butt pictures now.

  "Naughty movie night. Watch. See if it gets you going. I like seeing it."

  It was his over the knee in the basement a couple weeks ago. From beforehand, to after the end. I had put the phone up with a view of the action, and had video in high def, and sound. It began pying.

  "And? Story time. I know how you just love your naughty stories. Here's one for you. You get proof at the end. Just listen."

  "Okay."

  "When I was young, you know I grew up on a farm. Farm kids are all in this farm organization. The kids part, you get first a chicken. You groom and wash this chicken. Its treated like a treasured pet. Its a damn show chicken. At the county fairs? We show these chickens. Its the first animal you do like that. Every year, you move up. You care for and groom and show… a goat. A sheep. You're working your way up to the cow, the st one. Now, this is okay. But, it gets old. Not that I didn't like it, or like the animals. But… other people are doing other things."

  "For instance, while you're constantly cleaning dried sheep shit, out of a woolly sheep's fur constantly? A fun procedure, let me tell you. You wet it with warm water, and you pick these greasy cy bits of clinging shit, grown into the fur out… then wash it… you get the idea. There are things slightly more fun than that, am I right? Yeah."

  "Other kids, are showing horses. Putting on demonstrations. They? Get credit for what you get, for just riding their horse around some barrels. Lots more fun, than digging greasy sheep shit out from under your nails. Catching my drift here? I wanted to do one of the demonstrations, not pick sheep shit. I mean, go figure."

  "There are stars that put on demonstrations for the crowds. While you're showing off your well groomed show sheep. Some of them? Quite unique. You weren't into the farm thing, so I doubt you ever heard of the Caballeras. Been to county fairs? You know the shows they put on, off and on, all day and night."

  He nodded.

  "But you probably never saw or heard of, the Caballeras. You speak Spanish. Know the word Caballero?"

  "Heard it, not ringing a bell. Sorry."

  "Don't be. I'll give you sorry, more than once, ter on. Don't have to force it. A Caballero is the Spanish word, for gentleman. In farm and cowboy and western, it carries the connotation that a Caballero is a gentleman cowboy. Not the cowboy worker, the rancher. The gentleman. He owns the ranch, he rides around on the horse, overseeing things. Right?"

  He nodded.

  "Good. There are Spanish words for cowgirl. Mexican Spanish words. Got into the western vocabury. Among the Mexican cowgirl words are… let me see… Escaramuza, Charra and Vaquera. Crowd favorite? One of the traveling demonstration shows. Three girls, in Mexican… cowgirl fantasy outfits. They would come out, and put on a demonstration. They had bullwhips. Now, these girls would do fancy tricks. Crack crack crack crack… four cans go flying, lickety split. Accuracy. Loud cracks. Power. One could use two at once, hitting targets, sending things flying. Another one? Could grab things with hers. She could wrap it around something like a small stump, and move it. She would move all kinds of things with it. She could pick up things in one circle, and drop them into the other circle, the target. Sound like something you would cheer?"

  "I'll give you three guesses."

  "Uh huh. I figured. All the guys loved this show. Farm girls. All with dark tans. Looked like something out of a movie. They were all Americans, but supposed to look like Mexican farm girls. The final part of the show, they all competed. Who could knock more things over, more accurately. For accuracy, for time. A final contest."

  "I'm… getting a mental image. Trust me."

  "I? Will just bet. So, that was their stage names. Collectively? The Caballeras. There is no such word, its the dy version of gentleman, Caballero. They're supposed to be… dy equivalents. Dressed in leather outfits, the works. The Mexican words for cowgirl? Were their stage names. Escaramuza, Charra and Vaquera. Now, as a young kid, you see this show. Its a real farm you live on. There are whips around. We had a big old bullwhip in the rafters in the storage in the barn. I got it out, I cleaned it. I oiled it, I rubbed it, I worked it and got it going. Not the best, mind you. A low end old one. I refurbished it. Now, bored? I would practice hitting cans, trying to move a little chunk of small wood, move a paint can. I got to be able to do it. Some."

  "Just so you know? I am so hot right now. You have no idea how hot."

  "I'm guessing that would be the case. So. I'm 14. I see the Caballeras at all three county fairs. We lived in more or less the middle of the three counties meeting. We watched all three, every year. I would see these girls put on their show, all three times. Caballeras, have a sign up on their… traveling trailer they use. Any female, who can actually use a real bullwhip, and wants to try out? Can."

  "No…"

  "Yes. Vaquera, this is her st year. Graduating college. You're auditioning, for Vaquera's spot. I'm technically too young, but, I'm tall. I'm filled out. These girls have the look. Tall, look the part, and the outfits finish the look off. Like something out of a cowboy movie. Imagine the wife of the Caballero Spanish rancher gentleman, dies and the wife is now the rich rancher, how she might look in a cowboy movie. Like that. I pass audition number one. I can hit stuff. I can move a few things. Not like Vaquera, but still. I can do something. I'm tall. I'm tan. I guess I'm just cute enough, they want my second audition, to model the outfit. Vaquera's outfit had adjustable buckles to fit her outfit all over. They get me adjusted in it, and they agree, I don't look bad. My dad is shaking his head at this."

  "Another audition?"

  "Some girls are older, way more beautiful. Look great in the outfit, but… can't use a bullwhip for shit. They just swing it around and fp into things. They can't crack it, they can't do shit. I can. I'm tall enough, they want to do my hair, and makeup, and see me py with the other two, in a closed tent, a private show for audition. Naturally, the owner of the show is sweet talking my dad. Well, I can't hold a candle to these other two, they've been doing this professionally for years now. Instead of fucking around with chickens and cows and goats and cleaning shit out of a sheep's fur? They spend all their time practicing for this big show once a year, and hit all the county fairs. More than our three, like ten others. Dates are all staggered, so all the performers can move around and make them all. Only so many county fair performers. I get full credit for all the farm organization stuff, too. No more sheep shit, all year I just practice my show."

  "Oh my god."

  "All I have to do. Is keep practicing, and next year? If I don't get fat or whatever, I'm the new Vaquera."

  "Please please please… give me my happy ending."

  "Oh. You know it. So. I love you. You? Are my special private property. I have secrets on you, that you would die if I told anyone. You? Have secrets on me, that I would die if you let it out. Love. Trust. We share a secret… compulsion. It is your birthday. When you're done watching yourself bawling like a slut over my knee? Next video will be hot."

  He watched to the end, blushing. Shy. I was giving him speeches, and giving him something to cry for now. I pointed and giggled. Teased him. He got so red, it was unreal.

  "Ready?"

  "I will die happy."