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SONS GET EVEN 2
On the way home I was anxious to show Mike my purchases remembering our last
conversation. I had said, "The things I buy will just be for you to see right?"
He answered, "Sure Honey." but there was a note of sarcasm. I decided he meant
it as long as I didn't have to be punished and decided to be extra good for him.
I felt a little guilty though because there had been some panties no more
revealing than the ones the boys had bought but I bought the ones that were just
G-strings with a tiny triangle that barely covered my now hairless pussy. Losing
the hair made me especially naked and even more like the strippers I thought
were total sluts. The bras were no better since they only covered the nipples
and I blushed knowing how my breasts would bob and swing to delight those rotten
boys.
To my delight Mike had me join him in the bedroom to model them for him much to
the disgust and jealousy of the boys. I modeled them all for him including poses
that were so obscene I would never have imagined doing them before we were
married.
He was really happy with my choices and I decided to really make him happy by
doing the thing he had forced me to do shortly after we had married that had
been so humiliating I had cried all through it.
I went to the other end of the room and took off the bra and G-string then
crawled to him dragging my nipples on the scratchy carpet making them very hard.
When I got to him I took off his shoes and socks then kissed his feet finishing
by licking and sucking on each of his toes. then I got on my knees and took off
his pants and shorts then licked and kissed his inner thighs until my lips were
at his balls. I licked and kissed them moving them around in his scrotum with my
tongue. I kissed the shaft of his dick and then licked the head finally putting
the head of his now very hard dick in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head
tasting his slightly salty pre-cum then took it into my mouth and began bobbing
my head as I licked and sucked while he strained and moaned.I took as much as I
could in my mouth until it made me gag.Suddenly he grabbed my head and jerked me
into him driving his dick into my throat.I panicked because I couldn't breathe
but fortunately in seconds his dick began to pulse in my mouth and I felt his
cum shoot down my throat.
He was really pleased and licked my pussy saying that he didn't mind doing that
now since there was no hair to make him gag. God if I had known that I would
have shaved it on my honeymoon.
The next day the boys pestered me all day begging for a peek at my new panties
but I told them they were perverts and would never see them unless I had to be
punished and that I was not going to do anything that deserved punishment. I
gloated saying Mike was very happy with me and would not hurt me unless I did
something really bad.
They whined and said they had seen me before but I said,"You boys are sick to
want to see your mother naked and I would be sick to show you unless I was
forced into it which is not going to happen."
When Mike came home he said, "You have been so good I have brought you another
present."
He reached into a sack he was carrying and brought out a leather strap about
eighteen inches long and two inches wide with a plastic handle shaped like a
dick. His dick! It was about eight inches long and just as thick as his.
I looked at it and shuddered then said,"That is a present? It looks like it
would really hurt."
"Oh sure it will sting a lot but it won't bruise you like the paddle. From now
on the paddle will just be used on the boys. What do you say?"
I knew the response he expected and said, "Thank you Mike. I love you for not
wanting me to hurt so much."
He said, "There is more.I bought some Neatsfoot oil you can rub on it to make it
softer for you."
I thanked him not realizing the oil would make it heavier and more flexible so
every inch of it could contact my skin.
I poured some oil in my palm and held the handle in my left hand while I slid my
palm down the leather. I blushed when Bob said, "Is that the way she holds yur
dick, Dad."
Thankfully Mike said, "That is none of your business."
Then Mike said,"You aren't doing that right. Sit down on this chair, pull up
your skirt and lay it down on your thigh so you can rub the whole length."
He put a dining room chair in the middle of the room which brought back memories
of the many over the knee spankings I had received while he sat on it.
I pulled up my skirt to about mid thigh but he said,"Higher.you need to be able
to lay out the whole length."
It was so long I had to pull my skirt clear up to my crotch then sit on it to
hold it up while the fake dick was nearly touching my barely covered pussy.
Naturally the boys got off the couch where they had been watching TV and sat on
the floor directly in front of me.
I clenched my thighs together to hide myself and whined,"The boys are watching,
make them go to their room."
"No. It is normal for them to be curious. Open your legs so you can get the
edges of the strap."
I knew better than to argue so I opened them thankful I was wearing a red satin
G-string that would hide my slit although much of my lips would show.
I know it is weird but preparing the strap which would torture me turned me on.
The oily warm leather rubbing my thigh along with the occassional accidental
brush of the head of the handle on my pussy soon had me breathing hard.
I guess it excited Mike too because after I had turned it over a few times to
rub the other side he said, "Let's go to bed."
We made glorious love with something new. He had me get on top and while I
raised and lowered myself and twisted he rubbed the strap on my butt and tummy
and breasts which really added to my excitement.
After a wonderful orgasm he said."This strap is versatile. with that heavy
paddle you could only be spanked on your butt and the fleshiest part of your
thighs. This strap can be used on your back, butt, inner thighs and even on your
tummy and breasts. Would you like to try it?"
"Oh God. No. That would hurt awfully and I haven't done anything wrong."
"I promise I won't hit hard.I just want to test it to see which parts are
especially sensitive. Make me happy."
"You promise you won't hit hard?"
"Yes. Will you do it even though you have not done anything bad?"
"I guess so if it will make you happy. How many lashes do I have to take?"
"I think four on your back, four on your butt, four on your thighs, four on your
tummy and four on your breasts."
"Oh God that will hurt! Will you stop if it is too much?
"Yes if an area hurts too much I will move on to the next area."
"Okay. Should I lie on the bed?"
"No I think I would like you standing with your hands on your head. You don't
have to count. I will determine the cadence."
I got into position and he began hitting my back making a subdued smacking sound
which stung a little but not bad.Then he did my butt no harder and believe it or
not the stings were kind of pleasant. Then he stepped in front of me to strap my
inner thighs really close to my pussy. That stung a lot more but it was not
unbearable and I suddenly remembered my conversation with the girl in the sex
shop. I saw what she meant. The stings were exciting me.Then he did my tummy
which did not sting as much and was more exciting as the stings went across my
pubic bone so close to my clit. Then he did my boobs which made them jump and
stung more but the worst was the one across my left nipple. I yelped and he
said, Should I stop?' But by then I was so turned on I was panting and sweating
and said, "I can take one more."
He hit the other nipple and I almost came in spite of the pain. I stood there
shuddering in excitement when he said, "There is another place. Should I?"
I knew he meant my pussy and although my brain said no my body craved the
ultimate and I moaned, "Yes."
I opened my legs a little and he gave me two on each lip with only a slight
delay. I came! No not just came. An orgasm like a thunderbolt that forced me to
my knees.
He picked me up and put me in bed and watched my shuddering pulsating body as I
dug at my pussy to continue the orgasms.Finally I was exhausted and he said with
an evil smile, "I knew you would like that."
That was probably the understatement of the year but my response surprised him.
I began to cry and sobbed out,"Oh that was awful and I loved it. I feel so
guilty I must be the most perverted person on earth.I should be put in a mental
institution."
He began to caress me but that would not console me and I continued to sob
hysterically.
He said, "You should not feel bad. you were not hurt badly just stimulated.Many
women would have become excited by all that stimulation to all their erogenous
zones."
I sobbed, "I doubt that."
"No it is true. Just put 'Spank' in search on the internet you will be amazed at
all the women and some men who are excited by a little pain."
I sobbed, "Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do. Now more than ever. What parts of your body seemed most
sensitive."
That made me feel better and I said, "You mean which hurt the most?"
Yes and what excited you the most."
"Well my back just stung a little and didn't excite me. My butt just stung a
little except when you hit at the very bottom near my crotch but the greater
sting also excited me. The inner thighs stung a lot but the ones close to my
pussy were exciting. My belly didn't sting bad at all and was very exciting
close to my pussy. My boobs stung a lot and the nipples were terrible but it
also caused excitement. My pussy was no worse than my belly but it was really
exciting. I think it didn't hurt bad because my lips protected my clit."
"That is good to know. Now lie next to me I want to hug you until we sleep."
The next day I went to the computer. I knew how to use search since I had used
it to find recipes and home and garden hints. I had never thought about sexy
things on it. I ended up being on it all day. I was amazed at all the things I
found with suggestions to look other places.I ended up on the newsgroups and
then to chat rooms. I was amazed at how many women were into pain and what made
me feel better was that many were turned on by much more severe things than I
had experienced. I was still on it reading stories and real life experiences
when the boys came home from school so I quickly logged off realizing I was only
wearing my robe which had opened so I could touch myself while reading.
I ran to the bedroom and dressed in a simple house dress I buttoned to the neck.
It fit loosely so I was far from looking sexy.
They were disappointed and stared at the strap Mike had hung on the wall and
then to me. I saw them surreptiously move their hands on their crotches and knew
they were daydreaming about me being lashed.
I realized then that the boys I had lovingly cared for were now my enemies and I
hated them for it.
Bob said, "Mom I think the strap needs more oil."
"Not a chance you little pervert. I know you just want to look at my crotch."
"Mom. You can't blame us. You are only 28 years old and look twenty and you are
beautiful. You look as good as the girls in Playboy magazine."
It was true that even at my age I was often carded when we went to bars and I
appreciated the compliment for a moment until I realized they didn't just want
to see me naked but naked and beaten.
"You are still perverts. Normal boys would not want to see their mothers get
hurt."
Yeah but most boys don't have Mothers as pretty as you with such a beautiful
body that jiggles and squirms when hit."
I didn't know how to answer that so I just said, "I don't want to talk about
it."
I began getting dinner ready. They continued to watch me and I could hardly
believe that simple innocent acts like stretching up to get things or bending
over would make them touch the little tents made in their pants by their hard
penis's.
I decided to make Mike a fancy dinner and began setting the table with our best
dinnerware. They made me nervous and I dropped a plate on the tile floor
breaking it in small pieces.
I felt sick. That plate was part of a set his parents had given us for a wedding
present and I could only hope that I could save enough out of my household
allowance to replace it before Mike missed it.
Bob said, "Oh wow. Dad is really going to be pissed off. He really likes that
Noritake stuff."
"Oh God! Don't tell him. I will replace it as soon as I can."
"We will make you a deal. Tomorrow we don't have to go to school because of a
teacher conference. If you will do anything we want all day tomorrow we won't
tell him."
"Oh God. You would hurt me I may as well let him do it."
"No we won't hurt you. We just want to see you naked and you can be our slave.
We can't hurt you he would see the marks."
"Oh that would be terribly humiliating"
He just shrugged, "Humiliation or a real bad whipping. Your choice."
I knew the whipping would be as bad or worse than any I had received so I said,
"Oh all right. You promise not to tell him?"
"Yes. We promise but we want to make sure you are serious about it so unbutton
every button on that dress."
"But Mike may catch us."
"No he won't. He gets home every day at six thirty like clockwork besides we
would hear his car if he came home early."
That was true Mike had bought himself an old Firebird he had restored and it had
really loud dual exhaust pipes."
I began unbuttoning the dress which had buttons from the hem to the neck. That
forced me to do a slow striptease and they increased the illusion by whistling
and applauding as my skin came in to view just as if they were in a strip club.
The embarrassment made me blush furiously which only made them laugh in glee.
Finally it was open with a gap that showed my tiny G-string and cleavage nearly
to my nipples.
I said nastily, "There. Satisfied?"
"No. Take it off.
"That isn't fair. You just said to unbutton it."
"Duhh. You had to unbutton it to take it off."
I said, "Damn you." but I knew I had no choice and let it slide off my shoulders
to fall to the floor.
Ted had not said anything but I knew he was in full agreement by his delighted
staring. I thanked God this ordeal could not last over an hour.
"Okay put your hands on your head, suck in your belly and make some slow turns."
That pose reminded me of Mikes strapping and I swear I could almost feel light
stings as I presented my back and front to them. It began to excite me which
brought back my shame so the feeling went away.
He soon tired of that and said, "Okay pull your bra down under your tits to lift
them."
I said bitterly,"You monster!" but I did it only to blush anew when Ted said,
"Wow that is great! It makes them hard and pushes them out."
Bob said,"Not too hard I hope.Lean over and put your hands on your knees then
waggle you shoulders."
I did and they loved seeing my boobs sway while I blushed realizing I was now
definitely a slutty stripper.
Then he said, "Harder and faster!"
I did and that made my boobs slap against my arms.They started chanting,"Faster.
Faster." and now my boobs were hitting my arms hard enough to make them hurt.
Actually I wanted that. I should hurt for being so slutty.
Then he said "Okay take off the bottom."
I know that it may seem silly since I was already so close to naked but that
little triangle became real important to me. I said, "No. It is getting late and
I have to get dressed and finish dinner before Mike gets home."
He looked at his watch and said" Oh okay. We have tomorrow."
I rushed to my room and dressed in a baggy sweater and loose jeans to hide
myself completely.I stayed in there as long as possible brushing my hair to
avoid facing them. I could hear them talking and laughing and knew they were
planning to make tomorrow miserable.
End part two
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