Anika lurched through the door with several boxes in her arms. She dropped them on the bed and staggered out the door, closing it behind her.
Brenda had a big smile on her face as she looked at the boxes, but then she rembered that she was supposed to be distraught about being punished, so she managed to wipe the smile away.
Suzanne dropped her domineering pose montarily because curiosity got the best of her. "What’s all this then?"
"Let show you!" Brenda practically leapt to the bed. As exciting and arousing as everything had been up to this point, the idea of being physically punished, and by her most powerful and dominant of mistresses, no less, made her nearly giddy with delight. Plus, she was proud of her collection that she’d been secretly amassing for years while still trying to hide her submissive nature, and was thrilled to finally share it with sobody. She started opening boxes.
Suzanne peered in. She’d expected a few paddles, and maybe a couple of other things like nipple clips, but she was amazed at what she saw. There were things in the boxes that Suzanne didn’t even know existed. She held up a hollow long brown leather contraption and frowned at it. "What’s this?"
"Oh, that? It completely covers my arms and binds them together behind my back, sort of like a hogtie. And see these things here, those are so you can hook a rope through there and tie the whole thing to the ceiling. In fact, since you like to have my hands behind my back, maybe you should use this on right now so I’ll be in a completely helpless state for the whipping you’re going to give !" Her eyes lit up at that prospect.
Brenda paused and montarily fantasized what it would be like to be hogtied in it, grimacing in pain as Suzanne stood behind her, whipping her ass into a flush ruby red. She sighed longingly.
Then she rifled through another box and reverently picked up what looked to be an oversized ping pong paddle. "Or, if you’re going to get ward up with a spanking, I suggest you use this. It’s the paddle my mother Anna used on in my weekly spankings, so it has a special place in my heart."
Suzanne rolled her eyes when neither Brenda nor Adrian could see. Then she leaned down to Brenda, who was sitting on the bed right below her, and whispered, "Rember that Adrian’s watching and you’re supposed to be hating this."
Brenda’s eyes went wide, then she said, "You... horrible... an person, you. You wouldn’t REALLY whip , would you?"
Suzanne nearly had to laugh again because Brenda’s acting job was so bad.
The quality of her performance didn’t matter though, because Adrian was so stunned and amazed that he wasn’t thinking clearly in the first place, and a good portion of his brain was focused on nothing but watching and enjoying every move his naked mother made.
When he saw the two won holding up so of the items from the boxes, and heard his mother begging not to be whipped, he felt his heart flutter. He wanted to stop Suzanne, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t that he was frightened of the pain - he was used to pain after all his beatings at school. It was the psychological intimidation that he had no answer to. All he could do at the mont was hope and pray that Suzanne would choose to be lenient. He hated himself for not acting.
Suzanne took charge again and grabbed the paddle out of Brenda’s hand. "Slave, stand back at attention!"
Brenda hopped up off the bed and resud her lewd stance.
Brenda expected that Suzanne would bark out new orders, but Suzanne didn’t do so. Instead, Suzanne remained completely quiet while closely inspecting her. She slowly walked around the improbably busty woman, looking her up and down in a clinical manner like she was inspecting a new car for even the slightest scratches.
This unnerved Brenda greatly. She wondered what Suzanne was trying to accomplish, not realizing that Suzanne had no motive for doing that except to get her increasingly flustered.
Suzanne slowly circled Brenda twice and then began a third circuit. Her inspection seed to go on and on forever. Walking around brought her face to face with the wardrobe at tis, but she always kept her eyes down when pointing in that direction.
Finally, Brenda couldn’t take it anymore and asked, "Excuse , Mistress, did I do sothing wrong?"
Suzanne erupted, "YES! Did I ask you to speak? Who gave you permission to ask a question?!"
Brenda was shocked. She just barely managed to eke out, "N-n-n-no... Nobody?"
Suzanne asked in a rapid-fire delivery, "Is that a question?
Are you daring to ask another question? Where did you get the gall to ask so many questions?"
"Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know!" The questions were coming so fast that Brenda didn’t even know which one she was answering. She brought her hands from behind her back as part of her submissive stance and put them on her head as a gesture that seed to say, "Stop asking so many questions; my head hurts."
Suzanne grinned because Brenda’s taking her hands out of position gave her sothing else she could harp on and fault her for. "Slave! BAD Tit Slave! You know, I don’t even know if you’re deserving of ’tit slave’ status. I just might have to demote you to regular slave status."
"Oh no! Not that! Please!" Up until that mont, Brenda didn’t even know that being a tit slave was an extra special thing (because the idea had just popped into Suzanne’s head). But now that she heard that, there was almost nothing more important to her than keeping that title.
"Where are your hands?"
Brenda took her hands off her head like she’d realized she’d just put them on hot coals. They flew to her backside. "Behind my back, Mistress!"
Now Suzanne really got into Brenda’s face, staring at her from re inches away. "Behind your back?! Behind your back?! Did you really say that? You think you can LIE to , while I’m watching you? You don’t take for so kind of fool, do you? Did you think you could get away with that?" Again, she asked more than one question in rapid succession that had opposite answers so Brenda would almost certainly answer incorrectly.
Brenda was in no condition to give a coherent answer such as, "Yes, I really said that, but no to all the rest." Instead, she flailed about, turning her head because she couldn’t stand the close stare. "Yes, Sir! No, Sir! Whatever you say! I just... I- I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say!"
"Look in the eyes." As Brenda forced herself to turn her head back, Suzanne drew even closer, until the tips of their noses were actually touching. "Did I hear you correctly? Am I losing my mind, or did you just call ’sir’?! Is my very gender in question?" She subtly shifted her posture and closed in. "Can you not feel my breasts pressing into yours? What do you think those are? Answer , Tit Slave!"
Brenda flinched and yelped. "Aaaaiiieee! I-I-I don’t know! Help ! Sobody help , I can’t say anything right!"
Knowing full well that Adrian was hiding just a few feet away and listening, Suzanne said, "There’s nobody here but you. So nobody can help you." She hoped that would get Adrian to start seriously thinking about rescuing his mother. "Now, answer the question! Yes or no! And stop looking away already!"
Brenda didn’t even know what question she was supposed to reply to, since she’d been hit by so many. And having to keep her eyes looking into Suzanne’s eyes from only about two inches away was completely frazzling her and undermining what little remained of her ability to hold herself together.
And as if that wasn’t enough, Suzanne knew just how to use her body. Her aroused nipples were pushing hard into Brenda’s exposed and pillowy breasts. Suzanne subtly rotated her shoulders in small circles, causing her stiff nipples to repeatedly rub over Brenda’s equally stiff ones. It was just one more thing driving Brenda to distraction.
Taking a wild stab at an answer, Brenda replied in a ek voice, "Y-y-yes?"
Actually, Suzanne would treat any answer Brenda gave as the wrong one, but a "yes" made it particularly easy for her. "Yes?! So you ARE questioning my gender, aren’t you! You don’t think I’m a man? Or don’t you?" She was additionally trying to trip up Brenda with a confusing use of negatives.
Brenda started to pull back, realizing that she was just digging herself in deeper and deeper. "Yes! I an, no! I an, you’re a woman! All woman, Mistress! Help!" She looked towards the wardrobe in desperation.
Suzanne looked angrier than a fire-breathing dragon in full fury. She raised up the paddle she’d been holding all this ti and held it above her head nacingly.
Brenda took several steps backwards while Suzanne stepped forwards just as much, pursuing her.
Again, Brenda looked desperately at the crack between the wardrobe doors. Adrian had just opened them wider so he could still see what was happening as Suzanne and Brenda stepped out of his field of vision.
Adrian saw the pleading look on his mother’s face and couldn’t take it anymore. He thought, It’s one thing for kids to beat up. I’m used to it, and besides, I’m just a no-good nobody. But Mama! She’s precious! I can’t let this happen to her! I’ve got to DO sothing! I know I’m dood to lose against the likes of Suzanne, but at least I have to try!
Without having any sort of plan or even a clear idea what he was doing, he burst out of the wardrobe. It wasn’t the most suave move in the world, since he had to push his way through the sweaters and hangars and he stumbled a bit as he staggered out and regained his footing on the carpet. But his heart was in the right place, and that was to protect his dear mother at all costs, even though he was certain his effort was dood from the start. Suzanne seed to be completely in command and unstoppable in getting exactly what she wanted, and he didn’t have a clue how to combat that.
Heedless of the fact that he was buck naked and still sporting a very stiff erection dripping with pre-cum, he waved his hands wildly and shouted, "No! Stop! Don’t hurt her!
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