I'm Pissed and He'll Pay

“Halle honey I told you that you can’t cum unless I say you can; did I say it’s ok to cum?”

I took my mouth off her nipple to answer, “No Mommy.”

“Ok then settle down, we don’t want an accident here, do we?”

She said accident, I understood, she meant, you cum your ass is mine.

You try that damn it, a 38D in your mouth and you’re getting masturbated or as she explained it, my clit was being played with, see if you can stop from cumming, but I did, my butt was still sore from earlier.

Another ten minutes on her breast and she laid me back against a pillow.

She rolled over on her tummy and took me in her mouth. She’d never done that before, I almost immediately started to swell. She bit me and shook her hear no.

She’d bring me to the brink then she’d stop then again then stop, she held me on the verge of climax for over fifteen minutes then she stopped.

“See Baby, you can be patient, it’s all a matter of desire and motivation, and you’ve done fabulously for the first day.”

She patted my ass, rolled over and seemed to go to sleep.

I put my arm over her, and with blue balls and a red butt, I thought I’d gone from master of my home to Mistress to my Missus in one afternoon and evening, I went to sleep.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on one’s point of view, this happened on a Friday night.

Saturday morning dawned, Lori was already up, she was just coming out of the bathroom.

“Get up honey, I want to show you how to sort the laundry, you need to do it today.”

She showed me how to sort the whites, the coloreds and the delicate fabrics, told what setting I needed to use for the washer and dryer and said,

“Go ahead and start a load, I’ll fix breakfast but you’ve got some shopping to do this morning.”

I started with the white, a little bleach and the detergent, let the washer fill then add the clothes, didn’t seem that tough.

Lori had scrambled eggs, bacon, home-made hash browns, buttered toast, tomato juice and coffee waiting.

After we’d finished and I’d cleaned up she handed me her list.

“Halle, you’re gonna need a few thing, here’s a list of the things I want you to pick up today, when you get back maybe you’d like to give me a private fashion show of our new clothes.”

“Mommy you’ve got a butt plug on here?” I questioned.

“Yeah, get a little one, here I’ll show you,” she took went to her purse and pulled out a little case, it contained two Tampax, she pulled one out, “Get one about this size but be sure it’s battery powered and has a remote control.

“Where am I suppose to get this?” I asked. I figured the internet.

She gave me perfect directions to a sex shop that was only about four miles away.

I did my shopping, it was embarrassing, try matching your size to the brassiere you’re buying or guess your dress size, at least I could try on the shoes, I got some with a two inch heels.

The sex shop was a real experience, I’d never been in one before and, of all things, the cashier was a tattooed, piercing wearing girl, I took my purchase and nearly ran to get out of there.

Once home I transferred the washed clothes to the dryer and put in the colored things to wash.

“Halle, are you ready to show me our things yet?” Mommy called to me.

“Just a second Mommy,” I answered, I carried my purchases upstairs, stowed my toilet items beside hers and pulled on my new pants suit.

Then I got a little learning experience, even in only two inch heels, going downstairs I had to relearn how to walk.

“Bring me a glass of wine and show off for me,” Mommy said.

It was early, I thought a white appropriate, I poured her a glass of Chardonnay and strutted my stuff. I handed her the wine and pirouetted before her,

“Whatta you think Mommy?”

I’d put on my padded bra, it was a 34B but I’m pretty small, I filled out the top nicely.

She patted my bottom, “Yup, you’re hot,” she said, “Let’s see the “Little black Dress.”

I hurried back upstairs and changed. I put on a garter belt and hose to compliment this one. Even I thought I looked smokin’ in the mirror.

I’d gotten a little better with the high heels, I sashayed down the stairs, did my best imitation of a model’s slinky walk and approached Mommy, she was impressed, If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought she liked girls, I mean for sex.

When I posed in front of her she ran her hand up under my dress, her hand came to the top of my hosiery,

“And a garter belt no less, I’m afraid to take you out, you’ll out shine me.”

“Ok Cutie,” she said, let’s see the lingerie.”

I nearly skipped up the stairs, I was pleasing her.

Next I displayed the baby dolls, she said I was cute.

Finally, I had six pairs of panties.

I “borrowed” one of her mid tummy camisole, it stopped at my belly button, the panties were on display but I wanted to continue the illusion of femininity, I still had my bra on, I still had breasts.

First one pair then the next I showed her.

It was after the forth pair that her eyes changed, she’d been so tickled with my appearance then it was like a curtain had fallen over her face. She let me get to the last pair before she said anything, after I’d made my last sexy presentation to her.

“Halle, come over here please,” she asked.

I walked and stood in front of her.

“Turn around,” she commanded as she pulled our new panties down, “Bend over.”

I bent, displaying myself to her, she ran her hand between my legs, I heard the rasp and I felt the rasp, my perineum had a “five o’clock shadow,” I had no idea that hair could grow so rapidly.

“Pull your panties up honey,” she said to me.

She stood and took my hand, there was a sad look on her face when she said, and “we need to go upstairs.”

She tugged on my arm and I followed, she led me to the bedroom and sat on the bed, she stood me in front of her and talked to me.

“Baby, you’re almost perfect, I want you to know how proud of you I really am but, you remember, I explained that there would be no warnings, I told you the rules and you agreed. I don’t even think you knew did you?” She asked.

“No, I didn’t realize,” I said.

“You’ll be more careful in the future won’t you?”

All I could answer was, “Yes Mommy,” I did know the rules and I’d broken one; not intentionally but, none the less I’d broken one.

“I’m gonna give you ten on the bare, do you want to take your panties down or do you want me to do it?”

My nuts contracted and my guts clenched, if she wanted to spank me I didn’t care, I wanted her to touch me even if it was her wicked hand, I wanted her to touch me.

“Would you do it please Mommy?”

She circled my body with her right hand and bent me over her lap then tugged our panties down to my knees and she slapped me.

First the one then thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack followed. She spanked me harder this time than she had the first, it hurt and I’m not a macho guy, I was sobbing when she finally stopped.

She pulled me up on her lap and comforted me; she opened her robe, lifted her nightie and put me on a breast. She stroked my hair and rubbed my back while I sucked, I truly did feel like her little girl, I was a bad girl, I took my punishment and then she succored me. Once I was able to gain control of my ragged breathing I was cooing in contentment. There was no place, not a single place that I’d rather be than at Mommy’s breast.

Finally, she said, “Let’s finish up the things we need to do.”

I got off her lap, went to the bedroom and changed, I put all of our new things in the laundry, they’re softer after they’re washed Mommy told me, put on a Tee-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties and finished my housework.

Our next few weeks were almost heavenly to me, I’d taken over the shopping, she still gave me lists, of course, she still did the cooking but I was learning, I’d adapted in ways I couldn’t have imagined, I got to taste her, drink her fragrant juices every evening when she got home, she sipped her wine, I sipped her, I thought I got far the better of the deal, then, every night she’d masturbate and suck me, holding me, making me wait. I had those blue balls more that once but she could keep me hard, waiting and wanting for over and hour now.

She’s only had to spank me once; I don’t know what happened, where my mind was. I met her at the door with her glass of wine…no, no, no it’s the robe then the wine, she had that hot Donna Karan outfit on, she walked me to the sofa and bent me over her lap. My white cotton panties came down and my butt got blistered. I won’t make that mistake again.

She even let me have sex with her last night, she’s let me cum several times now she said she thought I was ready, I was so anxious I was ready to cum just walking into her bedroom.

She made it easy for me, she undressed me, my Tee-shirt slid over my head and my panties were tugged down, I was nude.

“Help me Halle,” she asked.

I helped her out of her top, unclasped her bra, took it from her shoulders freeing her magnificent rack then I rolled her panties over her hips.

I was on my knees, I looked up in awe, the most magnificent example of womanhood ever created stood over me. Tall, intimidatingly tall, with lavishly magnanimous breasts jutting forward, a flat belly flowing down to her nicely manicured mons veneris, just a hint of pink displayed itself through the very top of her trimmed blonde curls. She was a Venus de Milo, an Aphrodite, a Goddess; I couldn’t resist, if she disciplined me later, I was prepared to suffer the consequences of my rash act. I reached for her, my Goddess and I pulled her to me, my tongue opened her, I tasted her exquisite flavor, I reveled in her redolence, I nursed on her sweet hot stem.

Mommy fell to her knees, I followed her down my mouth never left her, she rolled to her back, she lifted her legs and my tongue wandered to an abyss I’d never imagined. I was in her anus, my tongue was tasting, my nose was breathing in her earthiness and I was intoxicated, I rose between her thighs, my cock was a titanium rod wrapped in velvet, I took her, I took my Mommy, I fucked her, my little dick was a piston but I didn’t cum, no, Mommy had taught me how to hold back, how to slow down and when to, I rode Mommy for half an hour, my little cock stabbed her, she reacted, I got an orgasm then another then another from her, finally, I came, like I’d never cum before. Little spurts, hell no, not this time, I thought my guts had flowed out my cock, like a rabbit I kept ratcheting into her, she wrapped her fantastic legs around me and sucked me in.

God, I came, I blew it, jet after jet pumped from me, she was wailing, “Aaaaaah, God Yessssss, yessssss, her pussy was flooding me, I was shooting like I’d never done before.

I collapsed over my beautiful wife, her breasts were exposed, I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked. She let me, as she calmed down she let me suck her, it had become my “Security Blanket,” she let me lay across her tummy, she held me and stroked my hair while I nursed.

“Halle, do you like my breasts,” she asked in a raspy voice.

“I like you to suck me Baby, it feels so nice, you make me clench down below, you’re really becoming an accomplished lover and an accomplished little girl.”

She had me lain across her, lap, I was nursing, God how I loved being at her chest.

“Halle, did you cum?” She asked, she knew the answer; she had a cunt full of me oozing out of her.

“I’m sorry Mommy,” she hadn’t given me permission, it didn’t seem important at the moment but now Mommy was asking.

She took her nipple from my mouth and turned me so I was across her tummy then she sat up. Suddenly, I was lying across her thighs.

She was rubbing my back, kneading my bottom, caressing me, “Halle, what we did and what we’re gonna do, I think it’s fantastic, do you?”

“Mommy, I’ve never felt so good, it’s the very, very best I’ve ever felt and I thought I made you feel good, too.”

“Baby, you did, Mommy felt fantastic, you stayed in me, how long, thirty minutes. You’ve really learned to be a lover.”

She pulled me up and kissed me, she gave me a big hug then she lay me back across her lap.

“Halle, Baby, you did break the rules though, didn’t you?”

She was rubbing my bottom while she talked, “Didn’t you baby,” she asked again.

The hand that was caressing my back was now a pressure, holding me down.

I was completely unclad, open to any abuse.

My tears were already forming in my eyes; I knew what was coming, I said, “Yes Mommy, I came without your permission.”