PART FOUR l – Training

  When we were done, I sat and watched him clear the ptes, and put them in the dishwasher.

  "I want dressed. Follow me upstairs."

  He dressed me. After he ced my soccer spikes, he kissed my shoes.

  "That's enough. Get dressed."

  He had a few marks visible from the soccer shorts. I had him change into my sweatpants. We stretched out. We ran. We worked out. When we came back in, I was soaked with sweat. So was he. He knelt and unced my spikes, after kissing them. When he took my socks off, I had him hand them to me.

  "I'll take those. Continue…."

  The rest of my undressing continued like normal. He ended up at my feet, like he was supposed to.

  "You. Strip."

  When he was groveling again, naked this time, I let him go.

  "Its time you paid for telling me no. Do you understand?"

  He said he did.

  "Kneel up here."

  I shoved my dirty socks in his mouth, and crammed them in. I tied a bandanna around tight, and knotted it.

  "You knew not to tell me no. You did it anyways. You knew this was coming."

  I handcuffed his wrists with the regur handcuffs in front of him. His ankles as well.

  "Now bend over…"

  I tied the short chain on his handcuffs, to the short chain on his ankle handcuffs. Tight.

  "I'm going to fuck the ever loving shit out of you…"

  I put my own toy on, lubed it up myself, then stood behind him. I put my belt around his waist a little higher up than a belt goes, a hair loose but fastened otherwise normally. Using it as a handhold, I touched my jelly rubber weapon to his little rabbit hole. I heard his positively pitiful squeals and whines before I did a thing.

  "You thought st time was bad? Wait till you feel this, slut. You'll never tell me no again…"

  I grabbed him by that belt, and lined up touching him. I shoved, and entered him fully. All the way, all at once. I heard him scream in his dirty socks gag. He twitched around, and I held him securely. He wasn't going anywhere, helpless as he was. My entry was nothing short of brutal. I bottomed out, and rolled my hips around, ughing to make fun of his screams and crying. He exploded with tears and screaming and crying, and I rolled my hips around something fierce. I immediately took hold of his belt handle, and took fast, full and complete strokes. All the way out, all the way in. Banging him instantly. I held him securely, and fucked the ever loving shit out of him just as I had promised.

  With his handcuff chain tied to his ankle cuffs chain, he was completely at my mercy, and I took full advantage. I dribbled his marked up ass cheeks off of my hips like a slutty little basketball. I ughed, and told him to scream louder, that I couldn't hear him.

  "We're not done, slut. You want something to scream and cry for? You want something to pull away for? Here it is…"

  I banged his poor little rabbit hole for all I was worth. We had run a good ways, then worked out for a couple hours total. My socks were soaked with sweat. He could taste them, I was sure. Tied into his mouth, had to be a complete humiliation. Matched only by the brutal anal rape I was perpetrating on his poor little behind right now. It wasn't sex, it was punishment. He knew it. I was covered in sweat, head to toe from my morning workout. I couldn't have possibly drilled his ass harder or deeper or faster. This had to be the ultimate ass-fuck, ever. The entry sm, and the immediate banging had to register as epic. The extra loud screaming and raining tears told me the punishment fuck was getting through. Loud and clear.

  I didn't watch a clock, although I knew when I shoved the dirty workout socks in. I had no idea how long I hate-fucked his helpless asshole, but it was definitely a while. When I took a break, I walloped his completely helpless ass with the wooden paddle. I made fun of him, then raped him some more. I took turns, banging him, paddling him, back and forth. If his tears threatened to slow, I ramp-ed the torture up. If his screams showed any sign of abating, I increased the volume of my abuse.

  Over the next 90 minutes, he paid dearly for having told me the word no during punishment. Mommy? Will not be told no. When I was satisfied, I yanked him off his feet by the belt handle high on his waist. I tugged him like a helpless hogtied calf over to the bed. His hand's handcuffs tied to his ankle's handcuffs, he was in no position to argue. I ughed as I tugged him over where I wanted him easily. I took a third pair of short chain handcuffs, and double cuffed them to the bed frame leg. I tied the short chain double cuffed to the bed leg, to the chains already tied together. His wrists and ankles were together, rooted to the foot of the bed.

  He wasn't going anywhere. I id face down on the bed, looking down at him affixed helpless like he was.

  "Hi, slut. Remember telling mommy no? You're paying for it now. Don't ever do it again."

  I smiled down on him for a while, then spit on him a couple times.

  "Telling mommy no? Shows a ck of respect. If you don't show mommy respect, you get none back. In the future? Show mommy the respect you should. It will prevent unfortunate things like this. Oh. we're not done, slut. Not by half."

  I finally untied the gag and pulled my dirty workout socks from his mouth. He barely had time to recover, when I shoved the bar of soap in fully, then tied it in tight with the bandanna. I went back to ogling him essentially hogtied to the foot of the bed, now gag compining about the bar of soap tied tight into his mouth.

  "Hmm. Little slut? You spent at least an hour and a half, with mommy's filthy socks in your mouth. That means… three… whole… hours… enjoying that bar of soap. And mommy? Is going to y here, and watch. The whole three hours. I'm actually curious, how loud you scream. I hope you don't disappoint me. Oh, do not… ever… tell me no, or shake your head no, at me again."

  I made fun of his plight or taunted him, every so often. Looking down off the edge of the bed. Always smiling.

  "Wow. You look like you're having a really bad time down there. That? Must suck."

  "Don't ever tell me no again? This won't happen. Its that simple."

  "I was? Going to whip the skin off your ass for telling me no. I went with this instead."

  "You better get that look off your face. Right fucking now, slut. You think you can't be whipped right now? Think again."

  "What? We're starting over, right? Problem is… this happened before that. Fucking deal with it."

  "Older people. That told me stories, about the switch the bad kids got? Told me about the soap in the mouth punishment. I heard it was really bad. Looks to me? Like they were right."

  "Ooh. Already screaming, huh? You got so much longer to go. Better save that screaming, slut."

  "Are you ever going to tell me no again? Better think twice, mister."

  "How's your ass feel? I fucked you pretty hard."

  "You're lucky I'm not fucking your ass again, right now."

  "Ha! Look at you crying… ooh yeah, scream, little boy. Scream louder! Its just making it worse…"

  "Hey! Only another whole hour to go. Thought you might like to know that…"

  "I'm bored, watching you suffer like this. Scream louder, so its more fun for me…"

  "Louder!"

  "Fucking slut. Don't ever, tell me no."

  "Aw. Poor little slut. Getting what he has coming to him."

  "Ha! Choke on it! Fucking slut…"

  I dropped my hands down the st half hour or so, and my hands took turns tickling one helpless foot or the other. The st fifteen minutes were basically five minutes at a time, of non stop tickling both at once. The new explosion of high pitched screaming, crying and tears? Was as always, epic. Soap suds, like thering up in the shower, rolled out from the corners of his gagged mouth. It had been going on for a long time, but this made it worse. Much worse.

  "Time's up."

  I supported my chin on my hands, smiling down.

  "I'm waiting. Because I can do whatever I want."

  He had no choice but to remain there, hands and ankles cruelly shackled and tied together, roped and chained to the bed leg. The total picture of a completely helpless slut being punished.

  "I think we understand each other now. Don't we…"

  "Just one more thing. Don't ever forget this, slut. If you tell me no again? I might decide to put those dirty workout socks in down in our sub basement. I'll fuck your dirty little ass just like I did here? But I'll do it for four straight hours, the only breaks I take will be to paddle your naked little ass as hard as I can, then go right back to it. Four… straight… hours. Then? I'll leave you just like you are here, to the pole in the basement. I'll turn the light off, lock the door, and come up to bed. You can suffer like you just did now, for eight whole hours. Soap suds coming out your nose. On the cold basement floor, in the dark, all alone. Probably longer, who knows. I'll be down eventually to let you go. That's what can happen, if you ever tell me no again. So don't do it."

  I tickled both feet mercilessly for a couple minutes straight, watching the soap suds stream out of his nose.

  "I think we understand each other now."

  I unlocked his tight cuffed hands and wrists. His pulling and struggling had made neat double lines in pces on his wrists and ankles. He leaned his head over, so I could reach down and untie the bandanna.

  "Spit it out, slut."

  I held my palm out, for him to spit the soap out. It was no longer a bar anymore. It had gone wet and soft and taken on the shape of his mouth, much like an orthodontist's retainer, but made out of soap.

  I scooted around, and put my feet down on the towel at the foot of the bed, where I was undressed normally after working out. He crawled over, grabbed my ankles and buried his face all over my feet, all little kisses and licks. Afraid of not thanking me enough, with the proper respect I had taught him.

  "All right. That's enough for now. We can finish this ter, little boy. Now. Would you like mommy to make you feel a little better?"

  He did.

  I helped him up, shushing. I helped him into the bathroom and had him rinse out his mouth with warm water. Swish it around and spit in the sink. Until all the little chunks of soap cemented between his teeth came out.

  "Don't swallow, it'll make it worse. Gargle. Spit."

  "All right. Mommy's going to take care of you now. Come on…"

  I gingerly led him down to the kitchen, and took out a strange little teapot. He watched with interest while I made tea with the regur teapot, then added water until the temperature was comfortably hot. I had him bend his head over the sink, and filled up the strange teapot with the really warm, strange tea.

  "All right. You have soap all through your nose. This will clean it out. Its an herbal rosewater tea, made strong. It will take the taste and smell out. The soap will burn and sting for a second, then it will feel good. Mommy promises. You have to trust your mommy. And, if you never had a Nelly pot before? This is going to feel weird. Keep your mouth open, let it run out."

  I gently grabbed his head to hold it, and put the arm of the strange teapot to his nose and got a gentle seal. I tilted, and the warm, strong herbal tea slogged through his nose and sinuses, and dropped into his throat and ran out his mouth.

  "Gargle. Swish. Now spit…"

  I did both sides of his nose. Tender and loving. Again and again. When we were done, I had him stay over the sink.

  "Better?"

  "Thank you, mommy."

  "Hmm. I'm going to make the tea for us to drink. You'll feel better after you drink it. It'll make the taste in your throat go away. The rosewater coats and soothes. Tastes and smells better, and repces it with something good."

  I made us both a big mug of tea, and told him no milk or sugar, it would work better. He gargled and swished and spit his first little mouthful, then took a few small drinks. Relief finally spread over his face.

  "Come on, little boy."

  I led him by the hand gently into the living room, and we sat on the couch.

  "Let's talk, little boy. You can drop the mommy. Do you feel better now?"

  "Yes. Thank you."

  I put my arm around his shoulder warmly.

  "All right. Its all over now. Drink your tea. Helps, doesn't it."

  "Yes, how did you know."

  "Hmm. Grandma, when I was little. Like all grandmas, they tell little kids stories. About the old days. I heard all about how little kids that were swearing, or telling adults no? Got the soap, to clean their dirty little mouth out. Teach them a lesson. She said it was very effective, the longer you did it."

  He was quiet now. Still embarrassed from being punished.

  "Did it work? Think you'll be telling me no anymore? Hmm?"

  "N---"

  "Hmm. Its all right. When no is the good answer? You're allowed. So, will you ever tell me no again? Or do you get the soap for 8 hours next time."

  "No…"

  He had that puckering, quavering quality to his no. From the mere mention of 8 hours, after having experienced 3.

  "We'll see. Grandma told me about cleaning a little kid out with the Nelly pot, to get rid of the soap up the nose. When you're done with a long one. The rosewater tea. Aren't you gd I knew that? Hmm?"

  "Yes. Thank you very much."

  "You're welcome. As a toddler, when I was too young to help out on the busy time on the farm when a little kid would just get in the way, you stay with grandma. I was young, and heard all about the old punishments. Soap in a dirty little mouth, for one."

  "I can guess the others."

  "Normal toddler tales. The switch. The belt. The paddle. The whip down the barn, if you were really bad. There were others. I'm going to try them all out."

  "Like what?"

  "Hmm. Kneeling on corn, off the top of my head. I always wondered about that one. None of the other mommies ever mentioned it. I'm going to be first to try it, I think."

  He didn't say anything. He knew I'd try anything I wanted.

  "So. Remember st night? Mommy pyed fetch with you, took you for a walk. Gave you a treat. That was fun, right?"

  "Yes."

  "Much better than crying your eyes out, over my knee, I bet."

  "Yes."

  "When you're a good little slut, good things happen. When you're a bad little slut? Then bad things happen. You can make good things happen, or you can make bad things happen. I can py with you, or I can punish you. Its all up to you. That no punishment? That was hanging over your head, I wanted to get it out of the way. Now? If you start being good. And I mean really good. There will only be one thing left hanging over your head, until we're done."

  "What's that."