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Now that she was totally unclothed I told her I thought she was beautiful. She did a slow twirl so I could see her from all sides. Dave was staring at her. I think he agreed that she was worth taking a good look at too. She may have been twenty years older than us but she was in great shape. I could only hope to be as good looking when I got to be an old woman like her. Of course to me the most amazing thing is that she was almost forty and still interested in sex. But I digress.
There was a look of pride about her to realize that her son was taking such an active role in directing how she was going to get spanked. After her pirouette she said, "I want you to watch this without the any real distractions so you can take the clothespins off." They both enjoyed my pained look as I complied but like the last time I removed them, I kept my hands and fingers from providing any comfort and neither one of them offered to help.
Then she took my hand and said, "I haven't been spanked with anything like the paddle in a long time so this one's going to hurt a lot more than the spankings he gives me with his hand. I'll tell him when he should stop but it might sound like I'm in a lot of pain and I don't want you to be scared. Actually I will be in a lot of pain but its because I've requested it. Will that bother you?"
I said, "No. I can see the difference and to tell the truth, I'm looking forward to learning what the two of you find so fascinating about spanking me."
She smiled and gave me a good squeeze before bending over the arm of the chair. Her arms were hanging over the far edge and her body formed a 90-degree angle. She pushed back just a little so her bottom was more pronounced and she was ready for her first taste of the paddle. He moved behind her and she had one more thing to say to me. "I want you to feel free to walk around. To truly appreciate how this affects me you should see where the paddle lands and also move to this side so you can see my face. Yours was so cute when I watched him spanking you."
Dave was getting impatient and said, "Are you done talking?"
She barely had a chance to say, "Yes" before the first blow landed.
She closed her eyes tight for a moment and then smiled at me. She repeated this but the time between the grimace and the smile grew longer and longer. After number six I moved to get a better look at her other end. Now the smile that greeted me was Dave's and he held my hand so sweetly as his other one, the one holding the paddle, swung forward and then bounced back after the resounding slap. She finally started groaning by number ten but I was impressed by the lack of any other noise from her. He stopped at an even dozen and stepped forward to feel her. He brought my hand to the same surface and I was amazed at how warm it was. She could tell the difference in our touch and at mine she said, "It's going to get much warmer and you should feel it after each segment." I appreciated her concern about my education but I could tell it was getting harder for her to speak clearly.
She stood and you could just see her hands working at keeping themselves from rubbing some of the pain out as she put herself on the couch. In this location she had her head on the cushions and her bottom raised very high. The angle she formed was much more acute and from the way he was staring I gathered that she normally kept herself reasonable flat and legs together. What she had hidden in those previous spankings was fairly visible to him for the first time. After a minute she turned to look at him and sighed, "Yes, I have one of those too. Here." She moved her knees as far apart as she could given the limitations of the width of the couch. She kept them like throughout the next dozen. I was standing so I only had to move a little to each side to see both ends of her. There was a feeling of serenity and calm that radiated from her even though her voice and face were expressing extreme discomfort that grew with each swat. And the other end of her was getting splotched with red marks and aside from the instant jerk at contact the skin rippled only slightly.
When he stepped away I followed her instructions from before and felt the heat of her rear end. I rubbed it softly and between her tears she said, "I lied to you." I took the hint and slapped my hand on her. Her skin was so soft and her muscles so firm. She gave a quiet cry and I added a few more spanks while I said, "Yes you did. And there was no reason for it. I would've been your slave with him here if you only asked me or better yet, just did it. You didn't have to be sneaky about it." Of course I was slapping during my little speech but not really very hard. I had a number of reasons to go easy on her. First, she was going to spank me later and I knew whatever I gave her now would be paid back with interest. Second, I wanted to see her over Dave's knee and if I hurt her too much she might say she had enough and not go through with the last set. Third and most of all, I loved her and couldn't really bring myself to punish her for anything. She was my mistress.
I stopped and moved to her face where I kissed the tears away just as she did for me when I was in that position on the couch.
When she forced herself to get up she gave me another hug and then wrapped her arms around Dave. She sniffled as she said, "She told me you do a good job at spanking and had learned a few things from me and I can see she was right. Give me a minute and then let's do the rest." I got her a glass of water and she drank it down in one gulp. Then with a deep breath she walked to his side. He was already on the chair and she was taller than me so her hands and feet were both touching the floor as she put her behind in jeopardy a third time. He only got to give her six before she choked out, "Enough." He immediately stopped and began to stroke her bottom. I had an idea.
I asked what he usually did that after her previous spankings and he said, "As soon as she says she's had enough I have to leave the room. Why?" I avoided his question and got him to help me get her off his lap and face down on the floor. We raised her rear end and moved her knees apart so she was in the same posture as she was on the couch. I had the vibrator and it slid right in. She moaned and I knew I had made the right decision. I tried to remember how I liked it when he would take me from the rear after a spanking and remembered her little trick of giving me a few slaps while the vibrator was doing its job. She didn't give me any indication that she thought that was a bad idea either. Eventually she rolled over and actually ground her aching rear end into the carpet as my free hand was moving from one of her breasts to the other.
Seeing his mother naked and giving her a damn good spanking was one thing but he couldn't bring himself to touch her in this manner so it was up to me to give her as much stimulation as I could. I was successful and in gratitude she said, "That was wonderful. Thank you. I hereby give you one `Get out of a spanking free' card." It was my turn to smile as I said, "I don't need one. Except for the spanking my folks told you to give me I always had the right to refuse any of the other spankings I've gotten in this house. You might notice that I didn't. You promised that you and Dave were each going to spank me tonight I'm holding you to your word."
About that time I felt his hands unhooking the elastic cord from my collar and I had almost forgotten about the leash running under me until he removed it. He left the clip attached to the front of the collar and used that to pull me away from her. I couldn't help but notice that there was nobody wearing any clothes in the room anymore but that's not entirely true, part of him was sheathed in thin rubber. The leash rubbing me and watching that erotic and terrible spanking had me all hot and bothered too so I was a happy slave who was moved to a few feet from Aunt Joan and lay on my back with my legs spread in open invitation. He drove me across the floor inch by wonderful inch. She crawled along with us and helped his hands maul my breasts and pinch and pull my nipples and it was her teeth biting them as he let the world know he had found the release of the tension he had built up in the last hour.
We all lay on the floor for a while and then it was time for me to be their plaything again. They got dressed and I put the leash back in its little slot. I had to sit on the couch and pull my ankles up and out as high and wide as I was able so they could see exactly where it was. I had been in similar positions during the last three days but that didn't make it any less humiliating and it was physically uncomfortable. He got some ropes and they tied me in that pose and managed to get my legs really stretched so it was more than just uncomfortable. She stayed with me as he went down to the basement. I heard some sort of power tool running for a few seconds and then he was back with us.
He had two more clothespins but he had drilled holes so he could attach some old fishing weights to them with string. My hands were tied wrist to elbow behind me so my chest was pushed forward and my legs were tied so wide apart that there was nothing to prevent them from seeing my breasts or, as you may have guessed, putting the new clothespins on. The extra weight didn't make them hurt all that much more but he assured me they would prove to be very interesting when I got up. To demonstrate they released me from my bondage. My arms stayed tied and they made me walk around. I saw what he meant. I tried to move very slowly but even the tiniest step got those things to swinging and pulling my nipples left and right. For my next act I was bent way forward and she was holding me up by my shoulders. My chore was to knock over some empty soda cans on the coffee table. She was very helpful and moved me enough to get the weights swinging in a circle and then I had to keep them moving until I had sent each can onto the floor. I had a hard time concentrating on the task but then again, the real objective was not to get some cans off the table but to watch me suffer and that part of the plan was the part I had my mind focused on the most.
As a reward for sending the last of the six cans on its way she took the little devils off me and there were two mouths providing comfort to my screaming nipples. However, one of them was also pulling the leash and trying to saw me in two. It was a wonderful agony.
They tied me in a few more positions and each one was cleverly designed to embarrass me and be downright painful after more than a few minutes. This will be a surprise for you, I was in each one a lot more that a few minutes and they were thoroughly enjoying every little complaint I made. I endured each torment for as long as I could and eventually I was begging to be released only to add to their pleasure and they would keep me in whatever agonizing posture they liked for a little while longer. I got a chance to try and work the soreness out of my joints and muscles for only a minute or so before I was being repositioned for another display of my immobile and aching charms.
After the last one my thighs had been stretched and I foolishly asked if I could have my hands free so I could rub a little life back into them. She took that as her cue to give me the hand spanking I had been promised. Somehow, at the time I last talked about her spanking me I thought it would be almost romantic. I felt like a good little slave and I guess as I lay across her lap I still was but that didn't make her hands slapping down on me any easier to take. She was thoughtfully getting the blood flowing back into my thighs by concentrating her swats there. Although it was the back of my thighs that were hurting before it was nothing compared to what they were getting now and she was so kind, she didn't want the insides of them to feel left out so while he pulled my legs apart she commenced spanking me there. I think I let them know it was not where I preferred to be spanked. She could only get a really hefty swing at the one next to her so he was a good son and assisted his mother by doing the same action on my outer leg.
That almost ended the evening as my arms were freed and I was told to put the collar and stuff away. I was ready to head upstairs and get to bed, especially since I hoped to get a little action out of him before we slept and I did my sexy slink up to and against him to give him the idea. When I put my hand on his crotch I saw or actually felt that my message had gotten through. But instead of waiting for us to be alone he unzipped his fly and pushed me down to my knees. Aunt Joan winced as she sat of the easy chair but otherwise was fascinated to watch me suck on Dave and she clapped her hands in glee when I swallowed everything. As I felt him deflating I had a feeling I had just blown my chance at a little under the covers action. It was even worse then that.
They sent me to use the bathroom and tied me to the bed in the guest room. I hadn't worn any panties to bed since I got there but now even the pajamas were gone. Then she used the vibrator around and in me while he played with my breasts and they got me so close before they stopped, covered me and left the room. I was affixed so there was no way I could reach down to finish the job or rub myself against anything so I had to lie horny and frustrated. As she left she took the vibrator and said, "I can't wait to get into bed with this. It's going to feel so good to have a couple of orgasms. You should try it sometime. Good night."
I awoke the next morning with someone's hands stroking my legs and working their way up higher and higher and then just as the were about to meet he started at my knees again. He did this until I was guilty of using a naughty word as I begged him to use me for his pleasure. That's what I said first and he said he was. It was his pleasure to see me aroused and writhing in frustration. That's when I made my desires very clear and unequivocal and he said I would be punished for my foul language later but I got my wish. I was staked out to be ravished and he did a wonderful job of taking advantage of my vulnerable state. I might point out that now that his hands were free he was able to use them on my breasts and I was helplessly unable to do anything about it except to tell him how much I liked everything he was doing.
We went downstairs together and Aunt Joan had breakfast going but she was in her bathrobe. After good-morning hugs she said, "I've decided to skip work today. It would be much too uncomfortable to sit at my desk and I'm afraid it would be obvious to my fellow employees that I had gotten special attention to my bottom. So I'm going to stay home with you. Did you sleep well?"
I had to laugh as I said, "No. You guys really got me going and somebody in this house is awfully noisy when she's busy with her vibrator and kept at it for the longest time. Can I assume you slept soundly after that?"
She smiled and said she slept like a baby although she usually likes to sleep on her back but that was out of the question. The she asked if I liked the way Dave woke me up. I was feeling very bold so I did my sexy shuffle to my alarm clock and sat on his lap. I gave him a kiss that a girl would not normally deliver in front of her boyfriend's mother and said, "I could wake up like that every day." We did some more kissing and he had his hands where a boy would not normally put them on a girl in front of anyone. At last she said breakfast was ready to eat.
I had almost gotten used to sitting on a sore rear end but the backs of my thighs where they had given me my last spanking were suffering the most on the chair. She said it was not lady-like to sit on the edge of the seat so I had to have the sorest part of my body in contact the whole meal. And they put all the condiments and things I wanted just out of reach and since I was told I was not allowed to stand it meant I had to lean forward and put even more weight on my legs. I was never so happy washing dishes as I was after my time at the table.
Then she asked me which one of them should give me my morning spanking. First of all, I hadn't realized I was due for one. The only time my bottom was attended to in that manner before lunch was the first day. Of course, if they thought I needed to start the day with a sore rear end who was I to raise any objection. The real problem was in picking one of them. I had gotten used to being his toy during the day but I also liked being her slave. I didn't want to hurt either of them by making them feel left out or not my first choice. I looked from one to the other and back again numerous times. Thankfully she understood my dilemma and had anticipated it. She had the deck of cards handy and told us to follow her. In the living room she scattered the cards and I had to pick them up. I kept my legs straight as was now my habit for getting things off the floor and I would hold that position as I told them the suit of the card I held. If it was a club he gave me a hard swat and she did the same when I found a diamond. Hearts and spades were freebies unless it was the jack or queen. That meant I got fifteen swats from each but I have to admit they were just making a game of it and not striking as hard as they could have which is not to say my bottom wasn't stinging considerably.
She said it was time to take a shower and get dressed. I figured only half of that suggestion pertained to me. He took his shower in the smaller bathroom and Aunt Joan and I were together in the larger one. I said she was beautiful last night but covered in water her skin shone and she was absolutely gorgeous. I reached up to touch her and got my hand slapped. I was to keep my hands at my sides. She was going to wash me starting with my hair and then she washed my hands and arms before sending them to rest on my head while she cleansed the rest of me. Then I watched as she rubbed soap on herself and wished it could be my hands on her body. She rinsed us both and I was not allowed to use a towel. She was completely in charge of me and I was being treated like a princess but I had to stand in me normal in-house nudity until she got dressed and led me to my room. For the second time in less than a week I was naked and kneeling on the floor as someone brushed my hair. I could get used to that. Then she surprised me by saying, "Now, lets get you dressed."
Did this mean I wasn't going to be their slave? She selected my clothes for me. There was nothing special about the underwear she chose. It was all good sturdy cotton stuff my mother bought for me and nothing that you could really call sexy. Then she put out my best slip and the dress I was supposed to wear to the restaurant but it didn't go with my `how dare you treat me like a child' attitude that first night. Mom made me bring it and I hate to admit but I liked it a lot. It wasn't one I could wear to school, it was very conservative and modest. The hem was knee length and very full. There was smocking at the waist and the bodice was more fluffy. It made it look like my breasts were a little larger than they actually were without being obvious. Aunt Joan dressed me like I was a little doll and then stood back to judge her efforts.
She smiled and took my hand and I had to run to keep up with her as we went downstairs to find Dave. She presented me with a little fanfare and I could see his eyes open wide. When Aunt Joan said, "Isn't she just the prettiest thing?" He showed him complete command of the English language and said, "Wow." Now it was me doing the twirl and spinning fast so the hem would flare out. The only things missing to complete my outfit were stockings and shoes but I didn't need them for what she had in mind.
First there was the collar to put on but they decided against the leash. Then I became a mannequin to be posed and positioned again. Sometimes on my own but most of the time with the aid of a few ropes. I remembered my feeling of embarrassment when I put on my bra and panties for him the first afternoon. I couldn't explain that I was less upset about being nude than I was to be seen in undergarments. Magnify that a thousand times and picture me in my prettiest dress going into very revealing positions. If my hands were free I had to flip up or otherwise get my dress clear of their view. I've worn bikini bottoms at the beach that covered a lot less than my panties but it was humiliating to show them like this. The dress buttoned up the front so it was conveniently opened for my bra to be displayed also. Once again I was humiliated and wished I was naked. While I was tied in one particularly uncomfortable and much too revealing position when they unhooked my bra and slid it up so my little breasts were freed. I had a feeling it was not done just to give them a look and when I saw the clothespins I knew I was right. At least the pain of them taking a bite out of my nipples made me forget the pain of my over stretched muscles. Not content to just humiliate me with my special displays they commented on each one. They talked about how attractive I looked and gave a few zings about what kind of slut would pose like that while wearing a dress as nice and demure as mine. The crotch of my panties also seemed to be a point of interest. First for their fingers and then to tell me how wet it was getting. Believe me, this was not news to this horny slave.
The morning ended with me in what was becoming their favorite position. I was tied like this twice yesterday and this was the third time today that I was sitting, if you could call it that, on the couch with my arms firmly bound behind me. My feet were tied to ropes running down the back of the couch and were even with my head but very widely separated. My semi-bare breasts were adorned with the wooden clamps and I was not comfortable. Unfortunately, since he had used two new clothespins for holding the weights it left the other two to wait idly in the drawer. I had a funny feeling I knew where they were headed as she knelt in front of me with them and I begged her not to put them there. She chastised me for using the more common term for that part of my anatomy but told me not to worry, they weren't going to go there. Instead, she pinched a little skin from my thigh and they found a home that I discovered to be as painful as they would be a little higher.
She stood up and said it was time for lunch and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had prematurely anticipated my freedom. They left me to squirm in agony while they made some sandwiches and they took turns feeding me. I don't want you to get the idea that they were unkind. For my dessert he pulled my panties to one side so he could fill me with the vibrator. It felt so good but he didn't move it in and out right away. I tried to hump myself on it but it was impossible. If they wanted to hear me beg again they got it. I was successful in my plea and it was coming and going hard. He didn't stop as she took each clothespin off and I rode my wave to the top of my mountain and jumped off the peak.
I had a considerable amount of difficulty standing on my own but when she held out her arms I stumbled to be embraced. She suggested that I get dressed in more casual clothes and we could go to the shopping center. He had another idea first. With her concurrence he wanted to have sex with me while I was still dressed up. I offered to strip for him instead but they knew how embarrassed I would be to satisfy his lusts in front of her when she was looking so prim and proper and I was showing that underneath the nice clothes I was still nothing but a very horny slave. I was bent backwards over the arm of the easy chair and he raised my dress. I held it up as he pulled my panties off and pushed in. Then his hands were busy with my breasts and his lower parts were thrusting wonderfully. It was only embarrassing and humiliating when we started. It didn't take long before I didn't care what I was wearing or who was looking. I was getting the kind of attention I had been craving all morning.
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