PART FIVE b - Vaquera

  Using my free hand, I touched the mute button on my little waterproof remote and the loud music came on. I grabbed the handle of the thick leather strop. I keep it oiled with a particurly heavy oil. It keeps it supple. Flexible. It weighs more, so it hurts more than usual. I like it that way. It's like an unbelievably thick leather paddle. I'm strong, able to hold a squirming, scared boy over my p and hold him still for this. I don't fool around. I gave it to him fast, hard and with no mercy. I could mute the music to talk, then go back to work.

  "Can't get away, huh?"

  More.

  "Aw. Crocodile tears. How cute…"

  More.

  "Told you you'd cry. They all cry."

  Harder now.

  "We're just getting started…"

  Faster and harder.

  When the screaming started, I shoved my washrag tight into his mouth and went right back to work.

  "You like crying? I'm going to give you something to cry for…"

  "Shut up!"

  "Sit still!"

  "That's it! You don't wanna shut up? You don't wanna sit still? Fine… I'll give you something to cry for!"

  Lots more.

  "Now? You get something to scream for!"

  More again.

  "And now? You were told to sit still! I'll give you something to really pull away for!"

  Always more.

  "Do we understand each other yet?"

  He nodded his head yes yes yes. Screaming and crying and sobbing in the washrag gag.

  "You just think we do. Now, I'm really going to give it to you, little boy…"

  Music back up. I really went to work. As hard and fast as I could bring that thick, heavy leather strop off his ass, I did. When I was done, I cut the music to listen to the pitiful sobbing over my knee. Great wracks of shuddering and hitched breathing. When I touched his ass with my fingertips instead of the leather strop, it was warm to the touch. He twitched and squealed with every touch. I ughed at him.

  "We'll wait."

  When it was down to a minimum, I pulled the washrag out of his mouth.

  "What's my name? Say it."

  "Vaquera."

  I cracked his ass once.

  "My whole name."

  "Vaquera… Caballera. Vaquera Caballera."

  I cracked his ass again.

  "Wrong! My name? Is Mistress Vaquera. You will never call me anything else."

  I cracked his ass for an excmation point every time I spoke. I handed him the washrag to stifle his squeals and whining with, but he could still talk when I needed.

  "You? Will address me as Mistress Vaquera. You will know your pce. You will speak to me politely. With great respect. And you will never tell me no, ever. The only time you're allowed to say… no Mistress Vaquera? Is when it's the correct answer."

  I gave him another one.

  "You will not look at me, unless told to. You will keep your eyes down, until told otherwise. You will do what I say, as soon as I say it. Is that clear?"

  "Yes!"

  I walloped his ass several times, and he screamed into his washrag.

  "Yes what!"

  "Yes, Mistress Vaquera."

  "Again."

  "Yes Mistress Vaquera."

  "Again!"

  "Yes Mistress Vaquera!"

  "That's better. Never forget it. I speak once. I don't repeat myself. Now. You might have noticed. I didn't ask you your name. What's your name, little boy?"

  He started to tell me, and he ate his washrag again, because I walloped his ass some more.

  "Wrong. Your name? Is slut. When I say slut? Now you know I mean you. Do we understand each other, slut?"

  "Yes, Mistress Vaquera."

  "You've been given to me, to pay off a debt. You belong to me now. I'm going to use you, for a fuck toy. Your girlfriend? Gave you to me. I will use you, any way I see fit, any time I want. Is that understood?"

  "Yes, Mistress Vaquera."

  "Now? Normally, having introduced myself properly. Having set the ground rules… I would enjoy my shower. Teach you how you're going to serve me when I shower. But? There's something else we need to get out of the way first."

  "What's th---"

  I beat his ass again.

  "That's for speaking without permission. Don't do it again. You will never be anything, but polite, and completely respectful when you're with me. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not interrupt me when I'm speaking. Don't you ever, correct me or talk over me. Or you will pay with the skin off your ass. You don't have to answer me, I know I'm making myself understood, loud and clear."

  He sobbed down my leg. All the fight was gone out of him now. I pulled his wrists, and pced them behind his back.

  "You will keep them there, slut…"

  I had several long lengths of rope hanging over the shower shelf where I kept bath care products. I wound one tight around a wrist. I took my time wrapping it. The rope was really rough and coarse. I had a loop peeking out from under the top when I was done making a neat wrist cuff of carefully wrapped rough rope. I shoved the long end left over through the little loop I had left wrapped over. I snugged it tight, then yanked suddenly on the short end peeking out below the rope wrist cuff I had created. He whined when he felt the rough rope scoot hard against his wet skin, as I pulled the loop down tight. It left a neat rope cuff, and a long rope trailing out a ways.

  I did the other wrist the same way. Then I grabbed an ankle, and created the same. I followed it with the st ankle. When I was done, I smiled at my craft work. Eight inch long, neat tightly wrapped rope cuffs. Cinched tight and secure, impossible to get free from, and cutting into his skin because it was so rough. He squealed when I drew the little noose peeking out the tops down, feeling how rough the rope was scratching his skin up. It was uncomfortable to be sure. When he struggled and pulled, which he would, and quite frequently. I always make sure they struggle. It would cut in and burn and bruise him more. When I finally released him? He would wear my marks on his wrists and ankles for some time.

  "Now. Stand up, slut."

  He stood, and marveled at his new bonds.

  "Wrists out."

  He held them towards me. I tied them using one of the long free ropes coming from the rough rope cuffs. I wound it around the cuffs, and knotted it tight.

  "Hmm. Struggle all you want, slut. You'll never get out of those."

  I made him sit down, and put his ankles up on my p, so I could do the same to them as well. Again, I tied them with one, and left the other dangling out a long free rope. His wrists were now securely cuffed and tied with rough rope, and I had a free rope to control him with. The same for his ankles. I helped him stand up before me.

  "Now, as I started to expin a moment ago. I would normally get started on my shower. But… we have another matter. Your girlfriend? Part of this… little deal. Was that I punish you. Severely. Apparently, you like to look at other girls, and make her jealous. She either can't or won't address this problem properly. She asked me to take care of it. So? I'm only too happy to oblige her. I'm not only allowed to hurt you? I've been requested to do this."

  I yanked him easily over my p, and scissored his legs once again. I'm sure it surprised him with the ease with which I could move him around at my whim. It always does surprise them the first time. I picked up what he must have thought was a back scrubbing brush. A heavy, hardwood, old fashioned one. I shoved it in his face.

  "See that? That leather strop, is how I like to introduce myself. But for serious punishment? I like to use this. Allow me to expin punishment, slut."

  I tapped his ass gently with the big and now very scary brush. He jumped and twitched.

  "When a little boy misbehaves? Mommy will take him over her knee. Just like this, and swat his butt a few times. The little boy squeals and makes some noise. The nice, soft mommy? Lets him go. That's shit. The little boy? Is actually in control. When he makes noise? He ends his own punishment. Its absolute shit."

  "Not a strict mommy. Oh, no. They know how things are done right. One day, when the little boy misbehaves one time too many? He goes over the strict mommy's p. She pulls his little pants down, and smacks his naked little ass. But this time? Its suddenly all different. She gets done with her hand, and she picks up mommy's little helper. A belt, a wooden spoon. Anything, really. Me? I prefer to use this big brush."

  I rubbed his cheeks, and enjoyed his squirming and jumpiness.

  "Like I said. Its different, this time. The strict mommy? Doesn't just swat his butt some, then he cries and squeals, and gets let go. No, this time its very different. Mommy is fed up. The little boy realizes he's completely helpless, held over mommy's p, and he can't get away. Just like you are, now. Helpless. She tells the little boy, what he did so he knows what its for. Same way I just told you, what this is going to be for."

  "Nothing works this time. Squealing. Whining. Crying. Screaming. Carrying on. Nothing stops it, like the misbehaving boy is used to. Because this time? Its different. He's not getting a polite correction, like the other times. This time, he's going to get punished severely. Just like you're about to get, right now, little boy."

  "The more the little boy cries? Mommy just gives him more. You give them something to cry for. The little boy screams? Pffft. She gives him something to scream for. Pulling away? No. He gets it even worse, and gets given something to move around for. And that, is exactly what is about to happen to you, little boy. Right on your naked, wet ass. Right here, right now."

  "You see, a sweet mommy? One like yours. Can't bring herself to do what's needed. She doesn't have it in her. So, she tells daddy to do it. Maybe there's no daddy to handle it. So, she'll ask a mean aunt, maybe. Whoever knows how to do things right. Has the stomach to do what needs done. And that mean aunt? That's me, little boy. You've been sent here, to get taught a very serious lesson. You? Are going to learn that lesson. Right here, and right now."

  "You like looking at other girls. A sass mouth. When I'm done with you, you're going to learn your pce, little boy. I asked what she wanted out of this. I was told, to teach him a lesson, that he won't forget. And from now on, as part of our little deal? Even after its all paid off… if you don't listen to her, every bit as good as I teach you how to behave? You're coming back. And I'm going to expin it to you. Again. I'll take you down into my basement. Where no one can hear you scream, and I'll really give it to you, then send you back. No, I was told to do the job right, once and for all. And that's exactly what I'm about to do. You? Are going to sleep face down for a couple nights, little boy."

  "I don't mind you looking at me. I like it. But you've been told more than once, to stop. And you don't listen. Your soft, sweet mommy? Can't or won't do what's needed to fix the problem. Well, little boy. Here we are. You asked for this, now you're going to really get what's coming to you. When we're done here? We'll get back to my shower. I like to fuck naughty little boys like you. Hard. I'm going to fuck you, like you've never been fucked before. I've seen the videos. She makes love to your ass, all sweet and gentle. You get to beg her to go slow, and not hurt you. And she does. I've seen it. Its pathetic. Not me, little boy. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, then I'm going to keep giving it to you all night. You, are going to learn to appreciate your sweet mommy."

  I tapped his squirming ass with the big brush.

  "Oh. I almost forgot."

  I tied the short, thick pstic tube into his mouth, and knotted it behind his head.

  "Now? You can scream and cry all you want, little boy. See what that gets you…"

  I proceeded to whack his ass with the big, heavy hardwood brush with no mercy. I went right to it. I gave it to him as hard and as fast as I could. I should have stopped before I did, but I was getting off on it. So I gave him some more. He became the little boy, held tight and helpless over a strict mommy's p. No pants on, humiliated. I did what I had promised I would. I broke his ass, and beat him into complete and total submission. The hot water raining down on us, washed his tears and snot down my leg and down the drain. His rough tied hands hanging helplessly down, clutched for something to hold on to, to grab at anything to hold on to. He ended up grabbing my ankle, and holding on for dear life.

  When he squealed and whined, I gave him something to whine and squeal for. When he cried, he got something to cry for. When he finally screamed? I made him scream louder, and then I gave him something to scream for. And then some. When he pulled, he got more for pulling. When he twisted, he got more for that, too. Then when it was just uncontrolble sobbing and shuddering, I really started to give it to him good. The hot water rained down over us, and the big paddle brush rained down onto his helpless ass.

  I watched blushed cheeks turn to defined red marks. They overpped until they took on a new and brighter shade of red. I saw the little red dots appear, then they mated and multiplied, and quickly spread over his ass. The more I saw, the harder and faster I whacked him with my trusty brush. This very strict mommy's little helper. I couldn't hit him any faster or harder, so I drew back far over and behind my head for a longer and more developed swing.

  The cracks off of his ass echoed in the gss and hard tile rge shower. He screamed and cried to me his pitiful apology, which I didn't accept. It brought him more. When the red dots that multiplied and grew together to form rger dots that continued to reproduce before my eyes, I began to finally see the little tiny red marks appearing. The ones that looked red and wet. Tiny bright, wet pinheads at first, they grew slowly. Until I finally saw the small, red, raw, sores that came. That was what we needed here. Whacking those little sores? Brought the high pitched screeching. That spurned me on to keep at it, to complete a merciless and completely humiliating ass beating.

  I took little breaks, because I know to let them breathe. Its no fun beating a passed out victim. They have to feel it. I need to hear the cries and feel the struggling, to get off on it. The warm water raining down washed my wetness off of me, as surely as it washed his tears away.

  When I was finally done, I had a scared little boy helpless over my p. Fierce marks on his damaged ass. No more pulling and twisting, he was pyed out and exhausted. The washrag and the tube gag that held it tight into his mouth, prevented him from scarring his throat and vocal cords. No more screaming, he was too exhausted even for that. He had completely given up in the end, and now just y helpless. Draped loosely over my strong p. Limp and barely moving. Sobbing and heaving uncontrolbly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

  I calmly put my big brush back where it hung on its hook, and waited for the noise to die down. I turned the music down to enjoy the pitiful sobbing and heaving. I made fun of him. I swatted his ass with my hand, and enjoyed the new explosions of streaming tears and the helpless sobbing that accompanied it. I scraped a fingernail over the raw ass, and heard the screeching. I ughed and did it again.

  "In the future? Part of the deal was that I handle this for your girlfriend. If she gives me a bad report on you? This happens again. Except worse. Much worse. Now that I know you aren't supposed to be looking at my legs at the club? If I catch you so much as sneaking a peek at me? I'll take you right into my office, and you'll get worse. Right then, right there. People will hear. When we come out of my office, with you in tears? Everyone will know. Same goes for all the other girls at the club. I catch you sneaking a peek? Same thing. Don't test me. I'll bring the girl in that tells on you? To watch and ugh."

  "Now. Maybe you think this just goes when I'm actually there? Oh, no way. The girls tell me you've been sneaking peeks at them? Not keeping your eyes down like a good little boy, when you come in to pick up your girlfriend. I'll tell you what will happen then. I have little parties, and have some of the girls over. Once we get a few drinks in? You, will be the entertainment. I will put you naked and helpless, exactly like you are right now, across my p except right in front of a room full of the girls. I will do what I just got done doing? Several times in a row, taking breaks. And when the party's over, and the girls leave? Oh, you will wish you were dead, little boy. Because then I'll take you down into my soundproof basement, and I'll beat your bloody little ass even harder and longer. I dare you to try me. Go on. Test me. See what happens."

  "Your girlfriend? Pns on having you do chores around the apartment. To earn your keep, little boy. I get a bad report on that? We'll end up right back here, for a much longer talk."

  "Get that whiny shit out of your system. Or you'll get it again. Right here, right now. I dare you."

  When he was reasonably quiet again, except for tears and littler sobs that wracked through him, convulsing his body that made him dance and jerk while dangling helplessly over my p… I removed the tube gag and the washrag.

  "You will now thank me, for punishing you. And you better remember to address me properly, little boy. Or I'll do it all over again. Twice. Do, not, test, me. Speak!"

  He sobbed out "thank you, Mistress Vaquera, for punishing me."

  I stood him up, to sniffle and sob standing in front of me.

  "When you're done? I'll begin teaching you how I like taken care of in my shower. I suggest you get it right. The first time. I speak once. I do not repeat myself."

  When all I got was more sniffling and pitiful sobbing? I grabbed him up by the colr, and snatched the brush off of its hook, and id into that ass several times more. Big, full swings. Coming all the way back, and swiveling my hips and thighs into it. I lifted his poor little standing ass up with the fast, hard impacts. I hissed at him coolly.

  "What do you say, slut."

  He squealed out what he had been taught to say.

  "You're little ass is mine now, slut. You've been given to me. To do with as I please. As you are finding out? What pleases me, is not always fun. As part of our little arrangement I now have with your nice mommy? I'm now allowed to use you. And the more I look at your nice, fit body? I'm going to."

  "I'll pretend its any of your business, what me and your mommy decided. It's going to be about five and a half weeks left, in your… little training program game she told me about. When you need disciplined? She's going to call me. And I'm going to handle that from now on. And what you just got? Is going to be nothing, compared to what you'll get down in the basement here, if I get anything less than a perfect report on your progress. You will from now on treat your mommy, like you treat me. If I hear different? I'd like to be able to say I feel sorry for what happens to your ass. But I honestly don't care. You've been sold to me, you've been given to me. You're just a fuck toy to me, that's all you are now. And you will quite soon find out how I use a fuck toy."

  I had his complete and undivided attention, as I expined how to serve me in the shower.

  "That's right, slut. Use those rough ropes on your wrists. Scratch my back. Nice…"

  "You will kneel. Eyes down. You told your girl you thought I had cute feet, hmm? Show me. I'm clean. You just cleaned me from head to toe, twice. Tongue bath, little slut. Get every little piggy. Yeah, that's right. Now? Get the bottoms… now, that's a good slut. Again, little boy."

  When I was near to done showering, I had him kneel in front of me, as I leaned up against the wall. I grabbed the little gss I'd been enjoying the occasional sip of brandy out of, and rinsed it out then filled it with some water. I grabbed his face and peed on it, ughing.

  "That's right, you're a dirty little slut. You think that's bad? Just watch…"

  I put the st couple little squirts of my pee into the gss with hot water in it, and made him drink it. When I was finally done introducing him to my shower needs, I stood him up.

  "I'm getting ready to fuck you now, slut. You're all hard, I already know you like being used rough like this. Help me into my favorite toy. Make it nice and snug. Be my good boy."

  I sat down on my chair, with the water on hold.

  "Kneel."

  "You will now show me the respect I deserve…"