8 comments/ 514993 views/ 21 favorites Punishing Mum... By: Jackie c Punishing Mum (That Was The Plan) I'm writing this story 5 days after my first lesbian experience. I had to put this down on paper because I still can't believe it happened. Maybe when I read this in 2 years I still won't believe it, but it's all true so here we go. My name is Jacquelyn but people call me Jackie it all started on Friday morning when, Sara and I were going up the coast for the weekend to relax and enjoy ourselves away from the city dramas. We had only been gone 3 hours when Sara became extremely ill and wanted to return home. She didn't want to spoil our weekend away and suggested we do it another weekend. We arrived at Sara's house about 3 p.m. and said our good byes and I was off home. Mum didn't know I was coming home and I thought I would spend a quite 2 days lazing around. I hoped I wasn't going to spoil her weekend alone. You see mum has been divorced now for 6 years, she married very young due to me. Being pregnant at the age of 18 and marrying my father was the right thing to do at the time, but now at 38 she could live her own life and not have to answer to any one (except me of course). My mum is still a very attractive woman with soft flowing auburn hair, flawless skin and a very shapely figure with just the right amount of chubbiness on her hips. I arrived home and let myself in the back door expecting to go straight to the toilet, as I hadn't been for a few hours when, I heard this moaning coming from the lounge room. I snuck through the kitchen and peered past the door to see my mother sitting on the lounge, dress pushed up around her hips with one hand rubbing her pussy through her panties. She was holding something in her other hand, I strained to see what it was then I realized it was my diary. Boy was I pissed off all my private thoughts were in that book not to mention the pictures. "PICTURES" I peered through the door and sure enough there they were lying on her stomach. Those pictures were of me and my former boyfriend Todd doing things that belonged in xxx rated magazines. I couldn't believe my mum was doing this to me so it was time to confront her. As I entered the room mum had her eyes closed and didn't see me. I quietly walked up to the lounge and watched my mum rubbing her pussy moaning lost in her own little world. The funny thing was I myself was becoming aroused at the site of her getting off. I felt my nipples tingling and the familiar dampness forming in my panties. I tried to push this feeling aside as I had something more important to do. "And what do you think you are doing with my diary" I said firmly. Mums eyes shot open and her body went stiff with fear. "I can't believe you would go through my personnel stuff what were you thinking" I said. Mum said that she was cleaning my room and knocked over my bedside table and It fell on the floor, and the pictures came out at the same time. " When I went to put them back in I couldn't help but look at them," she said. Then she told me she started to read all the explicit details in my diary and how it turned her on and that's when I came in and found her. Man was I pissed off at her I had to get her back for what she did and I was now running on pure rage. I noticed her dress was still around her hips and there was a definite wet spot on the front of her panties. The picture of me being eaten out by Todd was still lying on her stomach. "You liked looking at this picture of me didn't you It got you all wet" I said as I reached over and ran my hand along her wet panties. Mum jumped under the feel of my touch, her panties were wetter than I thought and she let a little sigh out. "Then maybe you should get a closer look at my cunt" I said. I stood up on the lounge in front of her, lifted my dress up and pulled my damp panties to one side to expose my shaved slit. "JACKIE what do you think your doing" mum yelled - " You liked the feeling that my pictures gave you now feel THIS YOU BITCH," I screamed as I pushed my pussy onto my mothers mouth. Mum tried to pull her head out of the way but I grabbed it and held it in place. "EAT ME JUST LIKE TODD WAS DOING" I told her. Mum tried to struggle free but realized she had done wrong. She obviously wanted to redeem herself and I started to fell her tongue licking my now swollen lips. The touch of her tongue was better than expected and I could feel my juices flowing freely. Mum must have started to enjoy it to because she was rubbing her pussy through her panties again. I didn't care at that stage weather she was or wasn't I had something else on my mind revenge. "You like it don't you," I said. A little moan escaped her lips so I took that as a yes (little did she know that I was starting to enjoy it as well). "Well try this then" I said and started to piss right into mum's mouth. This was my revenge on her; I hope she would be totally disgusted in what I was doing, push me off and throw up on the floor to teach her a lesson. To my total shock mum started to swallow my hot piss. I pushed harder to force more into her mouth hoping to drown her but to no avail, she was drinking everything I had to give her. Mums hand was now inside her panties rubbing furiously and the other was pushing on my ass forcing my pussy deeper into her mouth. My planned revenge was backfiring on me I have never felt so sexual aroused in such a short time it was incredible. My mum was going crazy on my pussy; this was not suppose to happen, she was supposed to suffer for what she had done. She pushed her finger into the crack of my ass searching for my puckered anus. I tried to push my ass back to stop her but it was to late she found hole and pushed her finger in with ease. That was it I lost control of the situation and moaned to mum that is was going to cum, I bent my legs and pushed my steaming cunt further into her mouth and exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life. After recovering from my orgasm I tried to regain myself esteem, I was the one in control of this situation not her or so I thought. I pulled my dripping pussy off her mouth and stepped down on the floor. "I hope this taught you a lesson not to go through my stuff, " I said in a raised voice hoping she got the message. As I turned to walk away and ponder what just happened mum grabbed me by the arm and said "Where do you think your going - get down here and finish what you started." She pulled me down onto my knees in front of her grabbed my head and pushed it into her soaking crouch. The last time I had my face this close to her pussy was when I was born. Her panties were dripping in cunt juice I wiped my tongue across the material and tasted her. It was much sweeter than my juices and I found myself sucking her panties into my mouth. "Ooohhhh yeeesss Jacquelyn suck mummy's cunt " I heard her saying. This was something I never planned on. Here I was sucking another woman's pussy for the first time ever and it was my mum's and boy was I enjoying it. I could feel my own clit becoming hard again aching to be rubbed. Mum lifted her bum up and started to pull down her panties and I found myself helping her. When I had pulled them off she grabbed them and started to lick her own juices from them. I found myself back between her legs this time with no help from her as I drove my face into her sopping snatch licking and sucking all I could get. I pulled her ass of the lounge, as I wanted to get to her asshole like she had done to me. Mum pulled her legs up onto her chest to give me easier access and I jammed my tongue deeper into her pussy as I fingered her asshole. "Jaacckiie you have to try this" she moaned. I thought she meant the position she was in but boy was I wrong and then suddenly my mouth was filling with her hot steaming piss. I was disgusted and excited all at the same time. My rage had turned into lust and I wanted more. The taste was not what I expected it had I slight tinge of yellow to it but tasted almost like stale water. Mum must have drunk plenty of fluid to dilute her piss like that. I found myself drinking all that mum had to give. It was such an erotic act that I came right there filling my panties without even touching myself. When mum had finished pissing I jammed my tongue into her tight little asshole and rimmed it for all it was worth. I was rubbing her clit with my palm while my thumb was buried in her cunt as she screamed out, " OOHHH GOD I'M CUMMING YOU FUCKING BITCH I'M CUMMMMING". As her asshole gripped my tongue I felt her juices pour from her steaming cunt all down over her ass and my face. Mum pulled me up from her crouch panting her eyes all glazed and started to lick her cum from my face. Then she drove her tongue into my mouth and gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever had. "I'm sorry Jacquelyn if I invaded your privacy I didn't mean to hurt you in any way darling" mum said - "if you ever do that again expect the same treatment next time" I said with a smile. We both went and cleaned up and treated ourselves to a dinner out. During the meal we discussed what had happened earlier. Mum told me that after the divorce she thought about turning gay because she hated dad for what he had done. She even fantasized at night what it would be like to have sex with another woman, but was to scared to follow through with it. I told her I had never had any feeling towards another woman before, and the pissing part was to punish her for what she did, but then the tables turned and the incredible feeling of lust that I felt couldn't be ignored. Mum also said that one of her old boyfriends pissed on her in the shower once and it was a big turn on, so when I started to piss in her mouth it brought back those memories. We both agreed to keep it our own little secret and pretend it never happened. When we came home later that night mum went to bed and I stayed up and read my diary. It got me all worked up again so I went into mums room where I found her lying there rubbing her tits, she looked at me and said "I couldn't help it dear I shaved my pussy just like yours and have cum twice already". I looked at mum with that lust in my eyes again, and stripped off my cloths and slid in beside her and said, " My pussy's all wet again and I need to have a pee can you help me mum". - "Well bring it up here and let me have a look then". And with that said we made passionate wet love all weekend long and I've been sleeping with my mum every night since. Our little secret has turned into our big secret and we will just see how long it lasts. (I hope for a long time to come) Punishing My Husband his is Betsy Ginsburg, and I would love to express my side of this true lifestyle and activity. I love Michael (and he hates being called Michael, he prefers "Mike") immensely, but he and I are both in agreement that he needs to be punished for his childish behavior. He doesn't mean to do wrong, and his misbehavior isn't usually real bad, but he an I feel "behavioral modification" is the best "medicine". At times I feel guilty about kneeing him, and squeezing his balls as hard as I do, but he has accepted this as part of his punishment routine. Having him over my lap with his hands tied behind him arouses us both. During a over-the-knee spanking, with his erect penis hanging there just inches from my naked vagina, while I am exerting such power over him really turns me on. It's just funny how he starts to cry like a baby just minutes into a spanking session. Our "makeup" sex is tremendous. It usually occurs, on the average, two days after a spanking session. His bum is usually still quite sore, and I'll usually insist that I am on top so his thrusting action into the bed gives him that special reminder of his spanking. During a spanking, I also get "wet" looking down at his cute little bum. I find it difficult to explain to our daughters, Wendy, Lauren and Sarah why their Dad has to be punished. This is since Michael and I feel it's inappropriate to involve them with the details of a "punishment period". So they know he cries during a "session" and is left locked in our bedroom alone, during the "cool down period". I have decided to include four to five of my closest lady friends if I ever need to punish Michael as much as I did the day Carol helped me out. When I'd take Michael up to each of the ladies at the nudist camp, making him stand there with his purple bum and tiny genitals exposed, the shame on his face made me feel good. One of the facts Michael didn't include in this true story, was that several of these ladies I forced him to approach during the nudist camp visit looked done at his crotch and then look at me, and ask something to the effect: "Well, I sure hope his technique is excellent, for he sure isn't equipped at all, is he??" These ladies were all, I'd say, in the late teens or early twenties. So they were old enough to know something, but young and inexperienced enough to not "know any better". Sure enough, I was lucky to have a quick and good learner. He keeps me VERY happy on every level. He has showed me that I have never needed a man who was actually hung like a man. He is a great father to the girls, a wonderful provider, and keeps me happy both physically, mentally and emotionally. Punishing My Pet "How are you, my pet?" You feel my breath unexpectedly against your neck as I whisper my question. Moments ago you were fully clothed, standing outside the door of my apartment. Now you are naked, blind-folded, and tied to the straight-backed chair you know I keep expressly for the purpose. "Good, Mistress." You hear your own voice quaver as you speak. You know you'll eventually find pleasure, but you don't know how long it will take or what humiliations and pains I might make you endure in the meantime. My hands idly stroke your shoulders as I come around to stand in front of you. "You're sure the cuffs aren't too tight? I want you secure and immobile, but I don't want to cut off circulation." You hear me chuckle softly before I continue, "I'm still not sure how long I'm going to make you wait for me, and I don't want to hurt you unintentionally." You flex your hands and feet as I've taught you to do, testing the tightness of the leather restraints. There is a little bit of give, but not enough to make movement possible, so you respond, "They are just right." You hear me take in breath sharply, then feel pain as I pinch your left nipple hard. "They are just right, what?" I let go and you hear me stride away a short distance. Trying to avoid the inevitable, you whisper, "They are just right, Ma'am." I return, and you feel clamps being quickly attached to first your right nipple then the left. "Too late, Pet. I've told you time and time again to address me properly, as Mistress or Ma'am, but you refuse." To prove my point, I jiggle each clamp to increase the pain you are experiencing. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll try to do better." My hands stroke gently down your torso as I sit on your lap, straddling you. I move in to kiss you softly, almost chastely, pressing my torso into yours and causing more jangling pain as I put pressure on the nipple clamps. I lean back, still seated. With my legs parted like that, you can smell my arousal. You imagine what this scene must look like from the outside -- me, in my favorite rich burgundy corset with the matching thong, my skin pale and luminous against the fabric, black thigh high stockings and stilettos, sitting on your lap, and you, naked except the blindfold and leather restraints. You have been erect since I ordered you to strip for me, but with this image in mind your cock twitches, becoming even harder if possible. You hear me give a short laugh and know that I've noticed the movement. "Oh, look a hard cock all for me. Whatever shall I do with it? What do you think, Pet? What should I do with this piece of meat?" My enjoyment of your state is clear from the amusement in my voice. You choose your words carefully, hoping to please me. "However my mistress would like to touch me would be heaven for your unworthy pet." "Hmm, well spoken, sweet boy." You feel my finger tips teasing across your lower stomach, just above where your cock is jutting out. They trail lower, across the tops of your legs to your inner thighs. Suddenly you feel a change in the pressure I'm applying as I add another level of pain by scraping my fingernails down your legs. My hands are removed, and you feel my weight shifting on your lap for a moment, then I'm still again. "Open your mouth for me, Pet." You comply unquestioningly, unsure of what I'll do, then you feel something entering your mouth. A second later, you realize I've placed two of my fingers in your mouth. What's more, you realize why my weight was shifting as you experience the unmistakable taste of my pussy juices washing over your tongue. Greedily, you latch onto my fingers, sucking and licking, savoring the tangy flavor you've come to love. My fingers are withdrawn from you, as I whisper, "Did you enjoy that, my good boy?" But before you can answer, I've have slid into you , pressing my barely shielded cunt against your cock. That sensation interrupts any thoughts you had, and you are consumed with the feelings of heat and moisture. A moment passes before you realize you have neglected to answer me. "Hmm," I say to you, "I thought you were going to be a good boy, but if you can't even respond to a simple question about being allowed to taste me, I guess I have no choice but to punish you further." With those words, I am out of your lap. You feel the restraints at your ankles being removed first, then the ones at your wrists, and then the blindfold is removed. "Open your eyes, bad boy," my tone is firm as I speak to you, "and stand up." Doing as I asked, you know better than to try to apologize for your mistake. You look down at me, hoping that I am not too displeased, and see me bending to remove my thong. "Open your mouth wide," I command. As you do, my thong is shoved into your mouth. You can feel and taste how turned on I am as you close your lips around the panties. You watch as I walk over to the couch and sit on its edge before turning to look at you. "Over my lap, now." With unsure footsteps, you cover the short distance between us, and kneel over my lap. You want to hang your head in shame for displeasing me, but you know that will only anger me more. I have strict rules about punishment times, and you keeping your head up unless expressly told otherwise is foremost among them. You feel me leaning away from you for a moment and return. I position myself so that no part of me is touching you, then you hear me speak, "Look at what I am doing between my legs, but move no part of your body other than your head." In response, you bend down to look beneath you, and see me slowly entering myself with a small dildo. My moaning is soft, but it is clear I'm enjoying what I'm doing to myself. I push it in as far as it will go, leave it there for a moment, then remove it. To be this close to me, and yet not allowed to touch, is excruciating enough as it is, but to see me pleasuring myself makes it even more difficult. "Look away again, Pet." As you raise your head, you feel something cold and wet drip down the crack of your ass, and you realize what I'm about to do a split second before I do it. The feeling of the dildo at your anus confirms your suspicions, and you relax your muscles to accept the toy. When it is fully inside you, you feel a shudder of pleasure coursing through your body. Ever since you confessed your fantasies about being taken anally by a woman to me, you have known it would come to this, you just didn't know when. My tone still firm, I speak again. "Since I want you to be able to speak, you are going to have to relinquish my thong. Spit it out onto the couch in front of you as I speak." You open your mouth, regretting the loss of the taste of my pussy, but you know better than to hesitate. "Now, that dildo better not budge, Pet. Grip onto it tightly, or else those clips on your poor abused nipples will be moved to your scrotum. You might enjoy the punishments I normally mete out to you, but I know you won't enjoy that one, will you?" You feel me gently swat first the clamp on your left nipple, then the one on your right. "No, my beloved mistress, I would not enjoy that at all." "Very well, then. You keep my cock in your ass no matter what, and if you do, I will let you fuck me. Not only that, but if you can endure what I'm about to do with it kept in place, I won't even make you ask permission to cum." You feel me thump with what you can only assume is my fingers against the base of the dildo, and the corresponding sensation in your ass makes you shiver. "Now, my bad boy," I say to you, my tone softened to the loving one you know means I am happy with you, "I am going to spank you. You are going to count each swat, and then thank me for it. And because I am a kind mistress to you, I will give you a choice: fifteen swats with a paddle, or thirty with my hand? You may take a moment to consider your decision." In the silence that follows, you feel my hand stroking along your ass and then moving lower to tug gently at your balls. A rebellious part of your mind knows that I am purposefully making it hard for you to think, and that I am pushing your limits as I've promised to do, as you want me to do. Then you surrender even that resistance, and answer more truthfully than you ever have before. "Mistress, I would like thirty from the paddle." Hearing my gasp, and the tenor of my voice as I speak, you know your honesty has made me happy. "Kneel back, darling boy, so I can get my paddle for you." You do so, and see me move quickly to the bag I brought out from the bedroom. Returning with the wooden paddle, I pause before sitting. My hand caresses your cheek as I speak. "Look at me, Pet." When you meet my gaze, you see pride and happiness in my expression. I lean in to kiss you passionately for a quick moment, and then I pull back. In rapid succession, you see me take my former seat on the couch, and feel my hand gently pressing against the back of your shoulder. You resume your position, and try to relax your muscles while still gripping the dildo, knowing that the paddle will hurt regardless. Sudden pain explodes at the first contact of wood to flesh, surprising you despite the fact that you've experienced its bite before. "One. Thank you, my mistress." The swats come slowly at first, one after another, carefully placed so as to avoid making contact with your scrotum. From what you can tell, I am spreading them evenly over the surface of your ass. After the twentieth one, you notice that I start concentrating on the center of your ass, and it almost feels as if I am hammering the dildo more deeply into you. After thanking me for the paddle meeting your ass for the thirtieth time, you realize that if you are going to be allowed to fuck me you won't be able to hold your orgasm off long enough for me to cum. The sensation of the dildo fucking you has brought you almost to orgasm by itself. Trying to decide whether or not to tell me, your thoughts are interrupted by the bright, sharp pain of the nipple clamps being removed. Feeling your cock throb, you know you must say something. "Mistress?" You gasp the question, asking permission to speak. "Kneel back and then speak, my good boy." As soon as you raise up, I get up off the couch once more, going to my bag of toys. The sight of me bending over, exposing my wet pussy as I rummage around, distracts you for a moment, but you manage to remember your problem and you tell me, "I'm already close to cumming, and I know I won't be able to hold out long enough for you to cum if I'm inside you." Having voiced your concern, you hang your head, feeling close to tears. You want so badly to please me, to make me feel good, that it hurts to have to admit you might not be able to do so. You hear me walk back over to you, and I whisper, "Look at me, sweet one." You look up, not wanting me to see the shame on your face, but knowing you have to surrender even this to me. You see me smile gently, and then I say, "You have pleased me so very much by asking for more punishment than I offered, and you have earned this orgasm you are about to have." You hear a small rip of paper, see me look down for a moment, then look back up. "If we were short on time," I continue as you feel me slowly start to unroll a condom over your still hard and throbbing cock, "it would be different, but I plan to take you every which way I can today. Trust me, you'll be making me cum over and over again before I'm done with you. Besides," I say with a smirk as I move around to lie in front of you with my legs spread on the couch, "I think you should take your orgasm now, because it will likely be hours before you're allowed to cum again." With no further hesitation, you move to cover me, guiding your cock to my opening with your hand and then plunging inside. You pause for a moment to delight in the feeling of my cunt gripping you, and then you feel my legs lock around your waist. Unable to resist any longer, you pick up a rapid rhythm -- plunging into me again and again and again. As you knew would happen, in only a few moments, you feel your orgasm crash over you, blocking out all other sensations. What seems like an eternity later, your awareness returns and you realize you've collapsed on top of me because you feel me holding you tightly to my chest. "Thank you, my beautiful mistress, for punishing me, for your dildo in my ass, for letting me fuck you. And thank you for letting me cum." You push your arms beneath me to hug me tightly. You hear me laugh softly, and then you feel my breath against your neck again as I say, "If this is how you react to my dildo held stationary in that lovely ass of yours, I can't wait to see how you are after I've fucked you with the strap-on I bought."