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51 Penny and rick pt c
Friday afternoon came and school was agony, old Benson, the history master droning on about the roman occupation for hours on end, and then double maths a torment to any scholar, especially while his mind was flitting round that outhouse, mingled with images of his mother, his lover, fleeted across his brain despite desperate attempts to concentrate. The clock dragged its hands round seemingly slower than it had ever before, the teacher, a Miss Derbyshire, was frumpy and single, still she featured in most of the schoolboys dreams, and Ricky was no exception, his mind still really on the outhouse, not maths flitted across the teachers tweed rump, wondering what it would be like to swish his mothers whip at the her, would she scream, would she enjoy it, would she..... BANG!!! the board rubber hit him and brought him back literally with a bang to her class, “Ricky South, do you want detention” she screamed, to the classes enjoyment, his mind reeled, detention , god no I don’t want to even be here! Instead red of face he whispered “no miss” which she made him repeat louder, to his intense embarrassment, she then swept on about algebra, as if they would use it daily in their lives as gardeners, cowmen, and tractor drivers!
The bell was the welcome relief it always was, but for him it was like a starting gun. His old bike rattled as he rode just too fast on the track to the cottage, indoors he ripped of his school clothes, donned working clobber and set about his chores with a will, Penny he knew would have gone shopping on the local bus, the chores over he started on his homework, it would never do to have her find it undone she probably would cut off his treat, unthinkable, he glanced at the clock regularly. The bus was due at six, at a quarter too, he set off and was waiting her at the track end and it had been a long wait for him when the bus slightly late, rumbled up at five past
Happy now his strong youthful arms relieved her of some of her heavy bags, and together they walked in the gathering gloom towards the distant cottage. She asked about his day “slow“, he replied, “very slow and very boring”
She knew the weekend `adventure’ was playing on his mind he having being more restless as the week progressed; she asked him “if he had made a decision yet, if he wanted to watch her client use her?” It was an unexpected question he was still unprepared for and stuttered that “he was still unsure; he knew he would hate to see her used and hurt, but on the other side he wanted to watch and enjoy the spectacle of the pain, if only to understand!”
She stopped and faced him, “you must forget it`s me your mum, and just think of me as a someone else or just a piece of meat when we are in the playroom, forget I am your mother or your lover, or whatever you think I am, just think that I am a woman that enjoys the pain, and you will be able to cope”
He smiled wanly at her, thanked her, and then asked if they could get on as the bags were stretching his arms and the plastic bags slowly cutting into his fingers. She smiled and they went on, the moment past.
As they were finishing putting away the shopping, knowing that the women teachers were the only women he normally would be in contact with she asked him if he had had sexual thoughts about anyone other than her now he knew what it was all about. He thought for a moment then mentioned a couple of women on the TV that he always had the hot`s for, Katherine Jenkins the singer and that dark haired one that he could never remember her name, then to her surprise added Miss Derbyshire who she knew to be about her age and not the most attractive of women, either in looks or attitude so she asked “why her?” and was told hesitantly but with a chuckle that he would like to do unspeakable things to her for humiliating him in class even if he was daydreaming. She laughed, stopping what she was doing and facing him, she suggested that this then was the answer; as soon as they began to play he was to imagine her as Miss Derbyshire, not Penny South, and then whatever happened it would be easy for him to cope. He said that he still worried that he would intervene, to which she replied that she had thought of that herself and that she had thought of a way to be sure that would not happen, so he was not to worry about it anymore. She did not enlighten him further so it was a relieved if curious youth that sat down to eat with the mother he loved that evening, he now had a solution, a way to manage the fears he had had all week.
After the meal he asked her over the usual cup of tea, if she was not frightened of what the client could do to her, after all he had nearly got carried away himself and had only used the whip for moments. She sat for a second or two then told him that once, at the beginning she had worried about it, now having regular users she did not have that worry, and yes she was scared, each time from when she knew the date she slowly became more agitated, more uptight more terrified and more excited all in one though this was all part of the build up the excitement the thrill. She saw his face, and said that “he was never to worry, as yes, she was scared who wouldn’t be facing those leather whip`s in the hands of a sadist, but she had been there many times before now, and she would talk him through the preparation and the process.” Till this moment; he had just thought it was a case of strip, the client hit her whipped her or whatever, paid her then left her to pick up the pieces, but she now was telling him of the whole ritual, the thought process and the cold blooded preparation for pain.
However (and his blood ran cold at this,) she said she “knew the old squire had had her insured, so that if he killed her which he had promised to do one day it would have set you up for life.” She looked wistful and distant then said “it was not to be though and he dropped dead before he fulfilled the wish”. To his distress she did not explain if the wish was hers or the squires.
She then began to explain that unlike the others, she had to dress for this particular client `Master John’ and had to wear fresh clothes for him each time, that he picked and ordered then paid for then she just collected them from a certain shop that had his account her sizes on file. Pointing she indicated one of the bags she had fetched that afternoon, she had no idea what she was yet to wear, she was to stand for him while he would attach wrist and ankle restraints, then secure her in any way that took his fancy.
She had to beg him to please punish her hard, before he would begin first cutting off each item of new clothing with an open bladed razor he carried. He always drew a little blood doing that then he would then sit for a while savouring the tiny nicks while choosing what he was going to do to her before selecting his weapon, and doing whatever it was. During the whole session she was forbidden to scream, till the last five designated strokes, even though he tried his utmost to make her, while she desperately tried not to as he would add a stroke for every scream. She would finally collapse from climaxing and he would stop, and then leave her hanging or however she was secured while he masturbated or took her in whichever way was his fancy. Finally he would dress, release just her wrists and leave in silence, the money would be left in the house where he would change his clothes, and there would be no contact till the next time they arranged a meet. He had agreed to the lad watching but in silence and with no input unless he was asked. Ricky sat as they say `gobsmacked’, unable to speak for the images whirling round in his mind, his tool stiff as a poker.
She knew he was stunned and told him that “Master John was not her only client and that all the three were different,” and that “I always sent you away on some errand when the others were due, as when you were not around `Master Jack’ would prefer to have me ready with my wristlets on and walking to meet his car totally naked before he lead me to the chamber as he calls the outhouse, I have always to have a full bladder to begin as he likes me to piss myself with pain. `Master Peter’ however has his driver remove whatever clothes I am wearing preferably outside then it was he who would be allowed to have her by the well before fitting her with a collar and lead before handing on my body to his master.” She explained that Master Peter, who not having much of a dick, as a compensation would take pleasure in hurting her for enjoying the driver, who by then was waiting in the motor. Luckily he, the worst of the three, only normally graced her once a year on his birthday in early December and paid extremely handsomely, which she added paid for your Christmases this last few years.
“God mom whatever does he do to you?” Ricky asked, but tears formed as she shook her head refusing to tell him by saying “you are not ready, not yet son, but soon I promise.”
“Do I still get my treat this weekend mum?” he asked, and she laughed, asking if watching her with Master John was not enough of a treat for a lad of his age, his answer was that that was Master Johns treat not his.
She laughed again, “oh all right you win, I will allow you to have me after he leaves, but nothing before, as he would not enjoy me being used and he`s the one paying!”
The lad looked crestfallen, asking if she would be able to have him if she would be in pain and she answered that she would previously have had to care for herself and cook for him and keep the house after a session so she thought she could cope. Ricky asked what time this master would arrive and was told the next day, Saturday, at 11am so she would allow him to dress her and get her all ready and share her wait then the whole experience.
They watched the TV, in a vaigue way neither really being able to settle or concentrate, so as a distraction Ricky asked his mother to tell him of some of the adventures she had had over the past few years. She was a little reluctant, but he insisted and she slowly started to tell him of the late squire and her early days with him, how on one occasion he had “had a few friends round and had set a hound to her” an experience she referred to as both degrading, very uncomfortable, but fulfilling and exciting with the biggest cock she had ever used being knotted for a good time. They each paid her well and the squire had told her he would “set her to his hunter one day soon” luckily that never happened though he threatened it on many occasions, saying that it would be the death of her if it was his big hunter. She looked a little glazed and Ricky asked if she would have gone through with it, to which she said he had known the answer to that and that`s why he had insured her.
They were soon off to bed, she to pass a restless and nervous night, and he to masturbate over the image of his mother with the hound and the thought of tomorrow.
Friday afternoon came and school was agony, old Benson, the history master droning on about the roman occupation for hours on end, and then double maths a torment to any scholar, especially while his mind was flitting round that outhouse, mingled with images of his mother, his lover, fleeted across his brain despite desperate attempts to concentrate. The clock dragged its hands round seemingly slower than it had ever before, the teacher, a Miss Derbyshire, was frumpy and single, still she featured in most of the schoolboys dreams, and Ricky was no exception, his mind still really on the outhouse, not maths flitted across the teachers tweed rump, wondering what it would be like to swish his mothers whip at the her, would she scream, would she enjoy it, would she..... BANG!!! the board rubber hit him and brought him back literally with a bang to her class, “Ricky South, do you want detention” she screamed, to the classes enjoyment, his mind reeled, detention , god no I don’t want to even be here! Instead red of face he whispered “no miss” which she made him repeat louder, to his intense embarrassment, she then swept on about algebra, as if they would use it daily in their lives as gardeners, cowmen, and tractor drivers!
The bell was the welcome relief it always was, but for him it was like a starting gun. His old bike rattled as he rode just too fast on the track to the cottage, indoors he ripped of his school clothes, donned working clobber and set about his chores with a will, Penny he knew would have gone shopping on the local bus, the chores over he started on his homework, it would never do to have her find it undone she probably would cut off his treat, unthinkable, he glanced at the clock regularly. The bus was due at six, at a quarter too, he set off and was waiting her at the track end and it had been a long wait for him when the bus slightly late, rumbled up at five past
Happy now his strong youthful arms relieved her of some of her heavy bags, and together they walked in the gathering gloom towards the distant cottage. She asked about his day “slow“, he replied, “very slow and very boring”
She knew the weekend `adventure’ was playing on his mind he having being more restless as the week progressed; she asked him “if he had made a decision yet, if he wanted to watch her client use her?” It was an unexpected question he was still unprepared for and stuttered that “he was still unsure; he knew he would hate to see her used and hurt, but on the other side he wanted to watch and enjoy the spectacle of the pain, if only to understand!”
She stopped and faced him, “you must forget it`s me your mum, and just think of me as a someone else or just a piece of meat when we are in the playroom, forget I am your mother or your lover, or whatever you think I am, just think that I am a woman that enjoys the pain, and you will be able to cope”
He smiled wanly at her, thanked her, and then asked if they could get on as the bags were stretching his arms and the plastic bags slowly cutting into his fingers. She smiled and they went on, the moment past.
As they were finishing putting away the shopping, knowing that the women teachers were the only women he normally would be in contact with she asked him if he had had sexual thoughts about anyone other than her now he knew what it was all about. He thought for a moment then mentioned a couple of women on the TV that he always had the hot`s for, Katherine Jenkins the singer and that dark haired one that he could never remember her name, then to her surprise added Miss Derbyshire who she knew to be about her age and not the most attractive of women, either in looks or attitude so she asked “why her?” and was told hesitantly but with a chuckle that he would like to do unspeakable things to her for humiliating him in class even if he was daydreaming. She laughed, stopping what she was doing and facing him, she suggested that this then was the answer; as soon as they began to play he was to imagine her as Miss Derbyshire, not Penny South, and then whatever happened it would be easy for him to cope. He said that he still worried that he would intervene, to which she replied that she had thought of that herself and that she had thought of a way to be sure that would not happen, so he was not to worry about it anymore. She did not enlighten him further so it was a relieved if curious youth that sat down to eat with the mother he loved that evening, he now had a solution, a way to manage the fears he had had all week.
After the meal he asked her over the usual cup of tea, if she was not frightened of what the client could do to her, after all he had nearly got carried away himself and had only used the whip for moments. She sat for a second or two then told him that once, at the beginning she had worried about it, now having regular users she did not have that worry, and yes she was scared, each time from when she knew the date she slowly became more agitated, more uptight more terrified and more excited all in one though this was all part of the build up the excitement the thrill. She saw his face, and said that “he was never to worry, as yes, she was scared who wouldn’t be facing those leather whip`s in the hands of a sadist, but she had been there many times before now, and she would talk him through the preparation and the process.” Till this moment; he had just thought it was a case of strip, the client hit her whipped her or whatever, paid her then left her to pick up the pieces, but she now was telling him of the whole ritual, the thought process and the cold blooded preparation for pain.
However (and his blood ran cold at this,) she said she “knew the old squire had had her insured, so that if he killed her which he had promised to do one day it would have set you up for life.” She looked wistful and distant then said “it was not to be though and he dropped dead before he fulfilled the wish”. To his distress she did not explain if the wish was hers or the squires.
She then began to explain that unlike the others, she had to dress for this particular client `Master John’ and had to wear fresh clothes for him each time, that he picked and ordered then paid for then she just collected them from a certain shop that had his account her sizes on file. Pointing she indicated one of the bags she had fetched that afternoon, she had no idea what she was yet to wear, she was to stand for him while he would attach wrist and ankle restraints, then secure her in any way that took his fancy.
She had to beg him to please punish her hard, before he would begin first cutting off each item of new clothing with an open bladed razor he carried. He always drew a little blood doing that then he would then sit for a while savouring the tiny nicks while choosing what he was going to do to her before selecting his weapon, and doing whatever it was. During the whole session she was forbidden to scream, till the last five designated strokes, even though he tried his utmost to make her, while she desperately tried not to as he would add a stroke for every scream. She would finally collapse from climaxing and he would stop, and then leave her hanging or however she was secured while he masturbated or took her in whichever way was his fancy. Finally he would dress, release just her wrists and leave in silence, the money would be left in the house where he would change his clothes, and there would be no contact till the next time they arranged a meet. He had agreed to the lad watching but in silence and with no input unless he was asked. Ricky sat as they say `gobsmacked’, unable to speak for the images whirling round in his mind, his tool stiff as a poker.
She knew he was stunned and told him that “Master John was not her only client and that all the three were different,” and that “I always sent you away on some errand when the others were due, as when you were not around `Master Jack’ would prefer to have me ready with my wristlets on and walking to meet his car totally naked before he lead me to the chamber as he calls the outhouse, I have always to have a full bladder to begin as he likes me to piss myself with pain. `Master Peter’ however has his driver remove whatever clothes I am wearing preferably outside then it was he who would be allowed to have her by the well before fitting her with a collar and lead before handing on my body to his master.” She explained that Master Peter, who not having much of a dick, as a compensation would take pleasure in hurting her for enjoying the driver, who by then was waiting in the motor. Luckily he, the worst of the three, only normally graced her once a year on his birthday in early December and paid extremely handsomely, which she added paid for your Christmases this last few years.
“God mom whatever does he do to you?” Ricky asked, but tears formed as she shook her head refusing to tell him by saying “you are not ready, not yet son, but soon I promise.”
“Do I still get my treat this weekend mum?” he asked, and she laughed, asking if watching her with Master John was not enough of a treat for a lad of his age, his answer was that that was Master Johns treat not his.
She laughed again, “oh all right you win, I will allow you to have me after he leaves, but nothing before, as he would not enjoy me being used and he`s the one paying!”
The lad looked crestfallen, asking if she would be able to have him if she would be in pain and she answered that she would previously have had to care for herself and cook for him and keep the house after a session so she thought she could cope. Ricky asked what time this master would arrive and was told the next day, Saturday, at 11am so she would allow him to dress her and get her all ready and share her wait then the whole experience.
They watched the TV, in a vaigue way neither really being able to settle or concentrate, so as a distraction Ricky asked his mother to tell him of some of the adventures she had had over the past few years. She was a little reluctant, but he insisted and she slowly started to tell him of the late squire and her early days with him, how on one occasion he had “had a few friends round and had set a hound to her” an experience she referred to as both degrading, very uncomfortable, but fulfilling and exciting with the biggest cock she had ever used being knotted for a good time. They each paid her well and the squire had told her he would “set her to his hunter one day soon” luckily that never happened though he threatened it on many occasions, saying that it would be the death of her if it was his big hunter. She looked a little glazed and Ricky asked if she would have gone through with it, to which she said he had known the answer to that and that`s why he had insured her.
They were soon off to bed, she to pass a restless and nervous night, and he to masturbate over the image of his mother with the hound and the thought of tomorrow.
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