PART FOUR q – Training

  I had what I wanted. He seemed positively terrified of the big brush, and I already knew about the holy grail and his thoughts. I switched back to nicer mommy. Voice, tone, mannerism. Christ, I love this. I'm getting almost schizophrenic, but I'm loving it. He was nervous now, and I got him over and ying down, and calmed him down by kissing him and teasing him for stopped kisses. I get off now on keeping him nervous, frightened, scared.

  I'm smiling and enjoying sitting across him, supporting myself above him, looking down and smiling. I can amuse myself by running the buggy whip over him. Little taps flipping it onto him. Watching him twitch at first, before settling down when he finally realizes he won't get more. It's been firmly established now, that he likes what he gets. More importantly, that I like doing it to him. I love talking about what I might do, teasing him about it. A tiny naughty story that forces him to silently admit it makes him hot.

  "You know, once I start preseason practice? There won't be a lot of fun in the shower. I'm going to be wiped out. You're going to have to put me to bed after. The season doesn't st forever though. I'll make it up to you when it ends. Once it starts snowing? Mommy will be all yours then."

  Fucking your new submissive in the ass, is quite common. It goes on in nearly any dominant submissive retionship. Its about like pying the national anthem before the big game starts. No national anthem? Probably not a big game. No forced anal? Probably not a dominant submissive retionship. I knew why this was, as soon as I saw how common it was in all the instructions. Once again, being raised a farm girl made me clued in. Just as I told my boyfriend before. People are mammals, and mammals fuck.

  Animals that have any social structure, usually have a pecking order. On a farm, you see what your parents call "pying leapfrog" when you're little. That doesn't st that long, and eventually you figure out the birds and the bees more or less on your own. Hey, you're watching and assisting with births to get you raised around it all.

  When you figure out that male animals are "pying leapfrog" after you know what mating is on any level, you ask. An adult has to expin to you that the animals are showing who's boss. Who's dominant. Who's the alpha. There's a pecking order, and they adjust it constantly to see who the top alpha is, who's next. On down the line it goes, to the st animal. That st one, never dominates any other animal in its pecking order, and any other can do it to them.

  Yes, male cows hump each other after pushing them around and cow tailing them. Yeah, most of it doesn't go anywhere, but… as a bored kid you get the right angle looking. It goes in the other male's ass sometimes. You see this across the animal kingdom, and in barnyards across America. If you have more than one dog, you can see it in your own home. Cats, goats, even fucking hamsters and mice will dispy this male on male domination ritual to establish superiority through humiliation and force.

  Viewed from that angle, its entirely normal in that sense, to see it being as common as drinking a gss of water in any dominant submissive driven sexual retionship. Your "herd" is two human animals. One is going to dominate the other, in a particurly sexual manner. That I'm demonstrating my sexual domination of him, and mounting him from behind and banging him in the ass by force is practically a requirement.

  The sexual submissive quickly gets used to the idea, and begins to first accept it. Then tolerate it. Then accept it. Finally they like it. Whether he actually likes it yet, or is merely trying to please me is immaterial. Its a strong signal that he's accepted the hierarchy of me being above him during sex. Its a strong signal that he has submitted completely to me. His submission to me now is very real to both of us.

  The only difference for me and him, is that in our case? I'm doing it to him instead of the more normal case of the other way around. Once I've broken that barrier, broken that ice, broken his little rear end in… the rest is a set path. When he abashedly asked me for it, no stronger signal could be given to me that his submission to me is complete.

  I was on top of him, pinning his hands above his head to the bed firmly. I was having fun kissing him super slutty, then teasing him about it. Pretending to come in for the next slutty kiss then stopping and pulling back, ughing. Then doing it suddenly and stopping. It turned me on to feel him squirm under me. The way he pretended to fight it, but not really.

  "Hey. You sure about asking me to bang you in the shower the way you asked for it?"

  "Pretty sure."

  "It was very sweet of you to ask me. Do you think you really want that again, or maybe you're just trying to please me. Tell me."

  "I definitely want you pleased."

  "Do you think you'll like it, or just like that you know you're making me happy by asking. There's no penalty for being truthful, there's no wrong answer. Don't be afraid."

  "I know I want to give myself to you. Will you like that?"

  "I will. Very much."

  "You'll make me like it. Just like… the first time you made me like it. On the table."

  I gave a look of mock concern. I'm being horribly naughty. Oh well. Strict mommy pops up out of nowhere.

  "Oh… you said, you wanted it like your no punishment. Just in the shower. That's what you asked mommy for, right?"

  "Um…"

  "What kind of answer is um, anyways, little slut? You know you're supposed to answer mommy when asked a question. Ten swats. Do I have to repeat my question…"

  I ran the buggy whip ying on the bed over him, more menacingly than when I was running it over him pying, just before strict mommy's appearance. He immediately caught the voice and the look, heard the ten swats and my threat about repeating myself. His eyes got concerned, his entire shy and embarrassed demeanor about asking for a painful and humiliating hard fuck and talking about it frankly and openly, shifted gears quickly, to damage control. He began to gush.

  "I'm sorry I didn't answer you… yes, that's what I asked for."

  "So. This is what I get, for taking a little while to py with you. Trying to be nice to you. I didn't hear you address me as mommy just now. Am I some whore you dragged home from the bar? I thought you were taught how to address your mommy. That's ten more. That's twenty. Again."

  "I'm sorry I didn't answer you, mommy. Yes, that's what I asked mommy for."

  I gave him the strict mommy look intently now, gazing down at him and watched his face melt. My voice got even more serious.

  "I thought we went over the whole sorry routine. How I don't like hearing it. You were told. That's ten more. Thirty. Expin what's wrong with sorry while you do it. Again."

  "I'm… I didn't answer mommy. I didn't answer mommy properly. Yes, that's what I asked mommy for. Sorry is what I am after being… punished. Not some magical word that makes what I did okay."

  "Better. But part of your whole training program? Is to take the shame out of you. We talk about things openly. We don't avoid talking about them. So. I'm adding ten more. That's forty total. One more time, and this time you tell mommy… exactly… what you asked for. Be explicit. Again."

  "I didn't answer mommy, then I didn't answer mommy properly. Sorry is what I am after being punished, not something I say to make doing it okay. Yes mommy. I asked for the no punishment again, but in the shower. My no punishment was… being fucked really hard."

  I sighed, and he studied my eyes and face for what was still wrong. I had him hanging on my every word. Delicious.

  "Just fucked hard, huh? I remember smacking your naked ass while I was fucking you hard for punishment. Ten more. We're up to fifty now. Make this the st time. Again."

  He went through it all again, and now added in that he got his naked ass smacked, while being fucked extra hard. He blushed from being made to talk about it frank and open.

  "Now. There's not a thing that just went on? That couldn't have been avoided. Is there. You know to answer me when I ask you a question. You know how to address me properly. I already expined to you, that I want to release you from the shame you feel from being my slut. How do you think it makes me feel, that you're ashamed of how you please me. Are you ashamed of having a strict mommy?"

  His eyes were all concern. He gushed about how he wasn't ashamed of me, how he never meant to make me feel bad by not talking about it directly. I let him go on for a while. I was interested if he was just trying to avoid extra punishment, or if he was simply trying extra hard to please me. I let his second wrist go, and supported myself over him. Staring into his eyes, studying his face. He begged, that it wasn't his intention to make me feel bad. I let him go on.

  His body nguage, his face and eyes, all indicated he was concerned. Nervous and afraid, but also concerned. There was no stiputed punishment for making me feel disappointed, yet that was what his begging concentrated on. How he didn't want to inadvertently make me feel bad. He wanted to run his hands over me, and he ever so slowly held his hands up while begging at length. Testing. Moving slowly, seeing if he got a look or a sharp word for moving to put his hands on my skin. I watched his hands, then his face. I let him go. His hands slowly found my wrists, and he practically winced when he made contact.

  He was feeling me out, if he was allowed to touch me. I stared at his hand on my wrist, and nodded. I softly told him to not dare to touch me anywhere sexy, not when I was correcting him. He thanked me softly and sweetly, blushing really bad, for being granted permission. He slowly moved his hands a little. Up my forearms, then back to my wrists. When he moved his hands again, it was further, then back again. Testing gently, making sure he was pleasing me.

  I gave him the stern look the whole time, while his hands slowly rubbed all over me. He carefully avoided my breasts and my pussy. I told him it was off limits, and he respected my instructions. He blushed something fierce the entire time. I finally spoke softly, but with soft strict mommy voice.

  "The problem here, is that you're backsliding. You're falling right back into bad behavior, that I'm trying to correct. You're supposed to be moving forward. Not taking one step forward, then one step back again. If I allow that, then what's the point. We can spend six weeks, going over the same things over and over again, and never get anywhere. I'm not having that. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

  He did.

  "Now. When I go to preseason camp? I'm not perfect, coming in from off season. I run ps for little bad habits that creep in. Otherwise, I'd let the team down if I was allowed to do that into the regur season. Do you want to let me down, let us down when your own preseason camp's over?"

  He didn't, and he gushed at the prospect of letting me down.

  "Now. You've built up some correction. I don't see you staying quiet, and standing still while being corrected, giving mommy fifty. That means, it will get repeated. You won't be able to stay quiet and stay still for that, any more than the first time. Which means, a trip to the basement. A trip to the basement, would be very bad for you now. The trip to the basement, would come after fifty, then fifty again. Then we put the long talk in the basement on top of it… that would be a very bad time for you."

  I could see the look pass over his face. I waited. I was definitely getting somewhere.

  "Ask mommy nice to keep you out of big basement trouble, while being corrected. Beg. If it sounds sincere enough, I'll think about it. Go."

  He ran his hands all over me, nervous gushing to beg me to keep him out of trouble while teaching him a lesson.

  "Not good enough. Expin to me, how you know you need corrected. Make it better."

  He did. I told him quietly with strict mommy face and demeanor, and tone of voice, that I would "think about it". Then I went back to just studying him. He thanked me over and over again, for thinking about it.

  "I said think about it. I still might choose to punish you. Which is a nice, long talk in the basement. Don't you ever think its automatic. You'll accept mommy's decision. My word is final. You need to understand that."

  "Whatever mommy decides."

  I studied his face and eyes. I was looking for signs of submission, and I was finding it. Good. I kept strict mommy up and running the show. I went to the foot of the bed. I snapped my fingers and pointed down, with a stern look. He came over and did his thing. Kissing my socks.

  "Stop that. And don't speak. Eyes down."

  "Now. You need to understand. I can obviously make you do anything I want. You need to understand why. When you wear your colr for me? It shows you have respect for me. Kneeling. It shows you have respect for your mommy. How you address me? The way you talk to me? Shows respect. If I have to keep correcting you on things you've already been taught, that doesn't seem like respect to me. Punishing you and making you do what I want, isn't enough. You aren't trying hard enough, and its obvious. Beating you to make you do what I want? Not good enough. You need to be trying. Seeing you do things you already know are wrong. Seriously now. I'm very disappointed with today's performance. Don't speak."

  "This was shit, what I just saw and heard. Admit it. You know you performed like shit, and you know better. Tell me. Now."

  He did.

  "Stay here. Don't speak, and don't move… It'll just be shit anyways… "

  I walked out of the room, covering my mouth as soon as I got out of the room. I honestly don't know how I keep a straight face for these performances, but its getting easier. Lightning in particur, was an athletic young girl. She has all the trappings of a young girl that showed speed and bance. I walked down to her room, and looked. Messy as all hell, yet the least messy of the three zy whore's rooms. Standing up in the corner was her wide, ft snowboard. She likes to make ramps and go down hills in the winter when the snow is right, and get some speed and do tricks. Light grew up in ftnd, a couple states away. We have rolling hills here, so her snowboard she picked up cheap from a graduating senior girl on our team was a great novelty for her to enjoy her first winter.

  I grabbed her snowboard and brought it back to my room.

  "All right, little boy. When a horse gets to the farm, and all they're good for is doing what they're told, and even then only when you're there standing over them? About all they're good for, is a work horse. Apparently, that's you right now. You want to be about as useful as a work horse? Fine. You get treated like one. Not a word out of you. Stand up and stay still. Let's go. Move it. Up!"

  I put the horse bit in his mouth, and put it under his tongue. I used one of the many thick leather straps to go behind his head, through both rings on the sides, and back to get belted in. I left a tiny bit of sck selecting the hole to buckle into, so he could just breathe. Then I tied a rope to each of the rings at the ends. Reins. I ran a rope through the heavy metal ring on his colr, and tied both ends to one of the solid posts at a corner of the bed. I had another longer rope coming back to me.

  "This is how you punish a bad horse. One that's being useless. Just like you."

  I blindfolded him st. Then I stood back, and pulled on the rope to his colr, tight. It stretched out the rope tying him to the corner post of the bed, and I stood back far out of harm's way of anything he could possibly do. I yanked on his reins and tugged tight, closing off his throat by lifting his tongue up by the bit, then let it go loose.

  "Feel that? That will keep you quiet, for every stroke you're about to get. It will keep you out of trouble, just like mommy promised you. You can feel how two tie points, attached to your colr, will keep you still enough to take your strokes. Once again? Mommy is being nice, and keeping you out of trouble. Now, you'll stay still for your strokes. I'm going to give you the buggy whip. All fifty hard strokes. This is how you punish a bad horse down the barn, for not listening. You deserve it, and you're about to get it…"

  "Now. If you think for one second, you're just going to stand there, while I correct you? You're sadly mistaken. You have blinders on, so you can learn to concentrate on my voice. Mommy's voice? Is where you're commands come from. I suggest you learn to listen carefully, to what comes out of my mouth."

  I tied the second colr tie point off, to a heavy desk leg. That held him still. I kept his reins in my hand, so I could yank back and snug the bit up, and cut off any noise.

  "You will not stand there doing nothing. After each stroke I keep you nice and quiet for? I'll release your bit. You'll repeat what you're being taught. Now listen up! The first ten strokes you receive, will be for not addressing mommy properly. You will say… thank you mommy, for teaching me how to address you properly. Each time. Now then. We'll begin…"

  I yanked back on his reins, cutting his air and ability to make noise off, and I gave him a nice, hard stroke with the buggy whip. I held it snug, then released it. He repeated what I told him to say. I then yanked the reins snug, gave him another really hard cut with the buggy whip, and released to let him repeat it again. We went through all ten hard strokes using this procedure.

  "We'll take a very short break, while you get ready for your next ten strokes. They'll get harder. You'll concentrate on my voice, you'll learn to listen to it. You're being disciplined, and you will learn from it."

  I gave him a short break, then expined quietly what the next ten were going to be for, and what he was to repeat after each one. I went through those ten hard buggy whip strokes.

  "Getting the idea, slut? You will listen to my voice, you will take commands from my voice. Now then…"

  I went through each of his ten strokes, and exactly what they were for in this strict manner. After a short break when his st ten were done, making fifty good buggy whip strokes in total, I told him he would now get ten more. These were for me being nice, and keeping him out of trouble by moving or making noise during polite correction. So, he was to thank me for correcting him nicely.

  It was so much fun, I couldn't stand it hardly. I felt my rush, and I got wet. I told him he would stand there, and I untied the second tie off rope to his colr. Then I used the really rough rope I had bought, and created a kind of harness. A loop of rough rope formed a big "X", and I clipped a carabiner to the center of the "X" at his back, and tied a rope going back to the base of the front boot of Lightning's snowboard. Once I was done, I untied his rope from the bedpost leg to his colr, and untied it from his colr.

  "Now? You're an all but useless work horse. All that you're good for? Is pulling me around. We'll teach you how."

  I stood on the wide, ft snowboard with my feet next to the boots, because I'd never fit in them anyways. Not correctly. I could break my ankles. I got my stance, and I yanked back on his reins. Hard. I gave him a nice, hard cut with the buggy whip and said "Pull!". Blindfolded, he strained and got me moving. When he got to the far wall, I cracked him with the buggy whip again, and announced "Stop!", as I yanked back on the reins hard.

  "Pretty easy. Even a useless work horse like you can handle it. Now. Listen to my voice, slut, and listen real good. When I do this…"

  I yanked the left rope rein, fairly hard.

  "You go that way… and… when you feel this?"

  I now pulled the right one, equally hard.

  "You go that way. Not fucking rocket science. Now. You're at the wall… turn around…"

  I yanked the left rein rope, cutting his air off, until he had pulled me back around. I didn't release him for air until he had completed his turn. When I released the bit and he could breathe, he gasped for air.

  I gave him a vicious cut with the buggy whip, and announced "Pull!", then a short time ter, another whip crack and "Stop!".

  "Not bad, slut. Now, concentrate on my voice. When I tug gently, like this…"

  I gave a light tug on the right rein, and the tug on his bit could be felt.

  "You go a little that way. Same for the other way. But when I pull hard…"

  And I did it, nice and hard for several seconds before releasing it to let him gasp air again.

  "That's the command to turn around. You will turn around in that direction, and you will not get let go, until you have turned me around enough. Just listen to my voice, take the commands. Nothing else matters in your world. Only my voice."

  I gave him another sharp cut with the buggy whip.

  "You will obey my commands."

  A hard one.

  "You will learn to concentrate on my voice."

  Another one.

  "You have blinders on, so you listen only to my voice, and will not get scared or distracted."

  Yet another.

  "You will trust me, to keep you safe. Obey my voice, obey my commands. Or you will go down the steps."

  A particurly vicious cut with the buggy whip again.

  "You learn to obey my voice? You'll get less of the whip. You make mistakes though…"

  I gave a series of fast, hard strokes while yanking back on the bit rein ropes, whipping him mercilessly, before releasing him to breathe.

  "Now. Let's begin…"