PART THREE o – The Deal

  I grabbed his wrist and pulled him down over my p. Cradled him over my muscur legs. Naked, he can feel the slightly rough material of my jeans. I reached down into my little beach bag, my tiny one. Two of the handcuffs in the blemished stack, were different. They were the kind that were really solid, no chain. Just a solid, sturdy hinge. Both were blems, because one side was bck, and the other side chrome. The machinery changing over. Rejects. Not a thing wrong with them, and they were top of the line otherwise.

  "Hands. Now."

  "Please…"

  I clicked his wrists into these new ones he hadn't seen yet. There was no twisting and pulling like in the normal handcuffs. Much more immobilized wrists now.

  "Legs up. Now!"

  "No… please…"

  The ankles got the same treatment. This was so much faster than using rope, although rope and the tying ritual, is a lot more intimate and deliberate. Convenience, though. I double locked both.

  "Well. Here we are again. Now, I keep hearing please… please… and that's bad enough. You're getting more for that, just so you know. Plenty more. But I just heard the word no come out of your mouth. Uh uh. When we're all done? We're going to have a very special additional talk, all about using the word… no."

  "Don't worry. No counting. You wanna know why? I think we're gonna be here so long this time, that there's no counting it all. Now. Since you like to say please so much? Now's your chance. I wanna hear the word please. Go on. If I don't hear the word please? Over and over, until I get sick of hearing all the noise you're just about to start making? I dare you. Start saying please, and we're gonna see what it gets you. Get going!"

  I started smacking his ass with my hand, as hard and as fast as I could.

  "Please! I better hear it!"

  I got a stream of please, please. His early morning switch over breakfast, had a nicely prepared burning and stinging ass all ready. Numb bum had ended long ago. I had a clean canvas to work on now.

  "Go on. We're gonna find out what please? Gets you."

  I went hard and fast. Stopping to lecture some more about the please situation. This, was what trying to bargain out of it would get you. More. Then, I went right back into it. I got my sniffles. Then I got my tears.

  "Crying already? I heard that st time. Wanna guess what crying gets you? Take a guess! I can't hear please!"

  Now I got a stream of more and more please, mixed in with sniffles and crying.

  "You better not stop saying please. You like to say it so much? You're gonna keep saying it, and it looks like all night, the way things are going."

  Sobbing started. Please, with sobbing, was getting hard to make out. I had to stop and make some taunts over that, it was too good to pass that one up.

  "I can't hear you…"

  Then the screaming mixed in with the crying, sobbing, and please, made for a cacophony of sorts. The please got unintelligible for the most part, and I would get the occasional loud please, then back to the hot mess. What this got him in return, should be obvious. My now powerful right hand.

  I stopped to give a breathing break, but made it into a taunting lecture. I reached down and grabbed the bandanna. I tied that on, and went right back to work.

  "You want to cry? You know what that gets you. Something to cry for. Every. Single. Time."

  My hand was starting to feel it, so I went for broke.

  "Scream and cry all you want now. Go on."

  When my hand was at its end of usefulness, I stood him up so he could cry standing. I crossed my arms, and waited.

  "What. I heard all this whining and crying st time. It didn't get you anything but more st time. What makes you think it'll help this time, huh?"

  More sobbing.

  "What's that? I didn't quite get that. Oh, wait. I think I know what you want now…"

  Now more of the ritual. Standing up slowly, undoing the belt slowly. Taking it off ever so slowly. Sitting there, holding it doubled over.

  "Now? You got what you asked for. Mommy took her belt off. My hand doesn't work? We'll see how the belt works. You wanna keep crying?"

  "Oh, you do. Well, that works out perfect. Let's get you something to really cry for then. Let's go. You will put yourself, over my p."

  I got a little "please", just in gag-talk.

  "Is that more please? That's it… I've had about all of this I'm gonna listen to…"

  I had to yank his wrist and put him over my p again. As soon as I started, I decided to adjust the ritual some.

  "Let's just get right to the point then…"

  I put my leg over both of his, to prevent the squirming and pulling. My hand firmly on his neck pushing his head down.

  "Let's just get right to it… you won't sit still anyway, we'll just have to give you more this time."

  I used the belt as hard and as fast as I could, before my first safety breathing pause. Which is naturally, lecture time.

  "That? Was for telling me no! You will not tell me no! I dare you, to defy me, by telling me no! Do you understand what I'm telling you? Not yet you don't."

  I went through the same routine again. The belt, as hard and as fast as I could possibly go. To the next breathing pause from screaming, to get back to normal crying.

  "That's what please gets you! What do you think? Please will get you something else? Please will get you out of it? Please beat my little ass harder, that's what I think it means! Please beat my little ass longer, is that what its for? Lets find out!"

  Again.

  "Making a mess! You're not supposed to make a mess! You're supposed to clean messes up! What do you do? You make more! You won't clean them up! So? I'll just make a mess, right here, on your little ass! A nice big one!"

  Again.

  "That's for moving around, when I was trying to be nice and give you a gentle reminder! If you don't start standing still, you don't start being quiet, when you're told to? Then you get something to make noise for! You get something to move around for! Something, that's just like this!"

  Again.

  "That? Was for making noise when you were told to be quiet! We'll just go over that one again, to see if you get it this time! You move around, and won't keep quiet? This is what you get! Every! Single! Time!"

  Again.

  "Garbage! Why do you take the garbage out, just fine, when I'm sitting there! Why is it so impossible to do it yourself! Well, if you need me to help you take it out? Here's how I help you do it!"

  Again.

  "Dishes! Once again, works perfect when I'm sitting there watching you! By yourself? Wherever the hell you feel like putting them! Well, I'm going to put my belt, wherever the hell I feel like putting it now! Guess where that is? Right on your naked little ass!"

  Again.

  "Sass! I'm tired of the backtalk! I tell you! You don't tell me back! That's backtalk! That's sass! Here's what I have to say about sass! Maybe your ears are in your ass! Is your ass listening now? I guess I'll just expin it to your ass! Wanna guess how I'm gonna say it?"

  Again.

  "And that's for not sitting still right now! You just got your ass beat, because you wouldn't sit still this morning for a little talk! Now, you want to move around for this talk too? So here's something to move around for! Again!"

  Again.

  "And that's for not keeping quiet right now! Once again, you just got your ass beat for not being quiet for a talk! Now you think its a bright idea to make more noise? Great idea! Let's just give you a little something to help you make more noise!"

  Again. Again. Again. No more lectures now. Just remarks. Taunts. You want something to cry for? Fine. You want something to pull away from? Here it is.

  When I was done, I stood him back up.

  "Stand there. You better get that whiny shit out of your system, quick. I already heard all this st time."

  I sat there and watched.

  "Stand still!"

  I crossed my arms, and did the impatient waiting routine.

  "No, go on. You were saying? Keep going. This, is fascinating…"

  Me pretending to be listening to crying as a conversation, was another new one from me this time. The ritual. It grows, it changes. He added pulling away and begging to not get it. I added this. The ritual, will become so uniquely ours, that it's all our own. As unique, as how every couple kisses slightly different.

  "Nope. You go on. Get it out of your system. I want a fresh start, for our st conversation, little boy. We're going to have another little talk. And I want this talk? Heard loud and clear."

  I sat and waited, arms crossed impatiently. Eventually, the screaming had become crying, and the crying had went back to sobbing. You have to wait for the sobbing, to go back to intermittent sobbing. When we were back to the silent tears, and intermittent quieter sobs that came and passed, I continued.

  "There. We could have been all done. But no. You? Wanted us to have yet another little talk. And this talk? Will be special. I guarantee you it will be special. Now… you? What are you. Answer…"

  I leaned and flicked the little name tag, the tag that said "slut". That said he belonged to me. That I owned him. I smiled and flicked it a couple more times.

  "You? Are my slut. You have one important job, as my slut. When I want to do something? You do it. You do it, for me. We? Do what I want, in bed. That's how it works. What good, is a slut that doesn't do what I want, in bed? I want you to expin that one to me."

  "I'm waiting. All I hear is sniffles and whiny shit. I said expin it to me! That's twice. I dare you to make me ask you again…"

  "Sniffles? That's not an answer. That's no kind of expnation. So… let me show you, how I'm going to expin this? To you…"

  I reached down into the little beach bag, and slowly brought out the wooden paddle. I got squealing and fresh sobbing at the sight of it.

  "Oh. Now, you don't want to talk about it? A minute ago, you were just talking up a storm. Well I tell you what. We're going to have this little talk. Right now. And you know something? It's not going to be a short talk, either."

  "Are you ready for this talk? I don't think you are. But you know something? I wanna have this talk. So? We're having a nice, long talk."

  I pointed at my p. He shook his head no and started sobbing.

  "Oh… bad idea. Telling me no. Refusing to get over my p again? Uh uh."

  I grabbed his wrist and yanked him over, then swung my leg up and got him nice and tight and grabbed him by the colr. Now, I know not to grab him by the back of the colr. Safety first. Because that would put pressure on his throat, which could be dangerous. The safe way to hold him by the colr, I learned by reading on my favorite Domestic Discipline website, was to grab him under it. So, my hand went up from the bottom, palm down, and pulled his head firmly down. I let him squirm his little heart out some. With my legs scissored around his, there was no escape. My hand holding the colr now this way? Escape was even less possible. Before I even began, I simply teased the wooden paddle across his stinging, burning cheeks. Little whining already, and we hadn't even started.

  "Yeah. This is obviously the exact kind of little talk we need. Before we even get started? You just told me no again. No… fucking… way. Let mommy show you? What saying no, will get you. Then? We can get started on the main topic."

  I whacked his cheeks several times, nice and hard. I was rewarded with a high pitched squealing and instant sobbing.

  "We haven't even gotten started yet, little boy. Chores? Are one thing. But giving me a problem in bed? Big mistake. Huge."

  I gave him several more, harder and faster.

  "And that? Was just for the N."

  I gave him more, nice hard ones, rapidly.

  "There's the O."

  More.

  "What's that spell?"

  More.

  "It spells no. You will not tell me no. Lets go over that again. Let's discuss it some, now that I seem like I have your attention…"

  I counted to 24, just not out loud. The screaming and crying, was nothing short of epic.

  "Now then. That was just for telling me no. Now? We're going to discuss you, not going over my p, and me needing to make you. Let's begin that discussion."

  I whacked his ass hard and fast again. The result was predictable.

  "Now. Next time? Maybe you'll go over my p, like you know you're supposed to. We'll see. But if you don't next time? Just this part of the talk, will be much longer, trust me. Now then…"

  Again.

  "That? Was just me repeating myself. You made me ask you more than once a little bit ago. Allow me to repeat that again, so I can make sure you got it."

  Again, harder.

  "There we go. Now? Let's take a little break, shall we? We have so much to talk about, and we'll spend all night here if we have to. Doesn't hurt me, not one bit. You, on the other hand… well, you can see what it does for you. We're going to start at the beginning."

  A series of hard fast cracks.

  "I am in charge? Of naughty time. Period."

  One super hard crack.

  "Got that? Since you like me to repeat myself? One more time, to make sure you got it."

  Another really hard one, other cheek.

  "Now then. You? Are my little slut. Let me spell that out for you."

  Hard one.

  "S…"

  Again.

  "L…"

  Again.

  "U…"

  Again.

  "T…"

  Four hard fast ones.

  "That spells slut. That? Is you. Now then. I wanted something this morning. Did I get it without a big, complicated rigmarole? No, I didn't."

  Nice hard one.

  "Now. I knew it was right up your alley."

  Again.

  "When we were done? You admitted, that you liked it."

  Again.

  "The second time? Much better, I admit."

  Several hard, fast ones.

  "We'll do it that way? The first time. And since you like to hear me repeat myself? I'll repeat that for you."

  Something in the neighborhood of another 24 again. Nice hard fast ones.