Chapter Forty-Three

“Where are we going?” I asked Mom.

“Terri Walcott is having us for lunch.”

“Will Julie be there?”

“Not today. Neither will Mike and Kari.”

I cut my eyes carefully at Mom. This was something new. I became a little uneasy wondering what was really going on. This couldn’t be just a lunch. While I prided myself at being sociable, I really didn’t think two grown women would want to sit around having lunch with a thirteen-year-old girl. On the face of it, neither would I usually want to have them as lunch dates either.

Obviously, something was up. While not knowing exactly what was unnerving, I was excited that I would be part of whatever it was going to be.

Mom interrupted my thoughts. “You probably ought to lock your bedroom door while you’re readying my diary.”

“Yeah, that was too close. Sarah asked what it was. I told her it was one of your old books from college. I hated deceiving her, although it wasn’t really a lie ...”

“I think you handled it great. If she asks about it, just tell her you gave it back to me.”

“Well, I did give it to you ... after she went to Jamie’s room. Thanks for putting it in the basement closet for me.”

“It’s fun working together for a change, huh?”

I snickered at her. It certainly was a nice change from the way things were before the past few weeks.

“Even if she had read it, you never used your name.”

“It’s in my handwriting, though. She’s seen it on birthday and holiday cards, and notes I’ve written for her and others over the years.”

“Do you think you might ever tell her about any of what you did back then?”

She seemed perplexed while thinking about that. “I honestly don’t know, Mel.”

“What about Jamie?”

“I think I’d sooner tell Sarah than Jamie,” she replied. “Boys are a different kind of animal.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Their brains and cocks are cross-circuited.”

“That’s not all bad,” Mom said, and giggled, causing me to as well.

As we pulled into the Walcotts’ driveway, I saw one other car that normally hadn’t been there in the past.

Mrs. Walcott met us at the door and led us into the family room. Waiting for us was the owner of the other car - Mrs. Preston.

“Hi, Melissa. It’s great to see you again.”

“Hi, Mrs. Preston.”

I glanced around the room. Mrs. Preston noticed, and said with a slight chuckle, “If you’re looking for a paddle, you won’t find one here.”

I half smiled in embarrassment as Mom and Mrs. Walcott laughed.

“Let’s eat lunch,” Mrs. Walcott said, leading us into her kitchen.

We all sat at the kitchen table. Mrs. Walcott had prepared soup and salad for us, which was perfect for how I was feeling.

As we ate, we made mostly small talk. Mom mentioned that we had plans to visit her parents. The Prestons also had plans. They were going to visit Mr. Preston’s parents. The mention of Jennifer visiting her father’s parents suddenly reminded me I had never seen my father’s parents. I really hadn’t thought about them for some time. I noticed Mom cutting her eyes at me for just a brief moment.

Mom then talked about the picture I had given Peter for his birthday and surprised me by pulling out a wallet-sized copy.

“When did you get that?” I asked her.

“Lori Taylor dropped by yesterday afternoon and left some additional prints for you. Anna was with her. She hated that she missed you.”

I was seriously thinking of calling Anna when I got home. I so needed to talk to that chica. I wasn’t sure if she would reveal anything to me, but I had to at least try. She was the one person my age I knew who probably could tell me about some of the others who were involved with my parents.

The ladies gushed over my picture for what seemed like an eternity. I didn’t mind though. Here were three grown women drooling over a picture of me ... with my clothes on even. It was a pleasant change for once.

After that, Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Preston focused most of their attention on me. I was beginning to feel like they wanted me to be their dessert.

Mrs. Preston was the first to cut the banter. “Melissa, I want to apologize to you about what happened last Sunday morning. For one thing, I didn’t fully understand everything you were dealing with at the time. However, my biggest error was doing what I did.

“I’ve been involved with BDSM for some time. I had planned to go much slower with you, but then I became so lost in the lust I felt for you. You’re a very beautiful girl. A very sensuous girl. And you were to be my first young girl.”

I glanced at Mom and Mrs. Walcott. They were watching me carefully.

“I actually should have known better than to assume you would like what I did with you, even though Colleen had told me that you are quite adventurous. She also mentioned that you had been spanked before and enjoyed it, and had seen her spanking Terri ...”

I quickly cut my eyes at Mrs. Walcott. She had a slight smile as she looked at me. We had had a great time that day ... after the blindfold game at the Clarks when I had worn the hood instead of a blindfold.

“... I have had this fantasy of dominating a young girl like you. In my excitement about the sudden opportunity, I blew it. I tried to play a game I had imagined over and over. And because of my getting lost in the moment, I missed signals I should’ve easily seen. I was too aggressive, and I’m sorry.”

She seemed sincerely contrite. I remembered that morning quite vividly. She had used my making out with Jennifer as a ruse to discipline me. She clearly didn’t realize I had been on an emotional rollercoaster about Peter and her daughter.

“It’s cool. And thanks for the compliments,” I replied, glancing quickly at Mom to make sure she caught my good manners. “I think if I hadn’t been so wound up about Jennifer ...” I paused, and shrugged, not sure if I wouldn’t have reacted the same way under any other circumstances.

“I was still wrong in letting it happen like that. I should’ve had more control over my own self. While you were wound up about Jennifer, I was wound up about the chance to be with you.”

“Why would you though? I’ve been told you’ve done this a lot.”

“Not with someone underage. And certainly not a thirteen-year-old. I was completely out of my comfort zone.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or anything.”

“Good, I appreciate it. I’m still very much looking forward to having you in my class. I want you to feel comfortable coming to me for any help that you may need.”

“Oh, I will. I’m determined to get an ‘A’, or Mom might whoop my butt!”

The ladies chuckled.

“Mrs. Preston, I’m just not into pain and stuff.”

“I now know you’re not.”

“Although, it was kinda neat having you massage me ... and use your fingers ... while you had me over your lap.”

“That was the one positive thing I learned as well,” she smiled.

I blushed.

“I wish I had a picture of that,” Mrs. Walcott said, smiling brightly at me.

“She is precious when she blushes,” Mrs. Preston added. “I’m glad we are still on good terms then, Melissa.”

I gave her my sweetest smile.

I asked, “Aren’t you guys ever afraid that people will find out that you’re swingers, and do sex stuff with underage kids as well?”

The three women looked at each other. Clearly they weren’t prepared for that question. After a while, Mrs. Walcott replied thoughtfully, “I’m constantly aware of the dangers of both, Melissa. While being swingers isn’t illegal, it could easily cost me my job. Brent would likely lose his as well. It only takes a handful of parents to make a teacher’s life miserable, and possibly him or her un-hirable. The competition for teaching jobs is bad enough without having a ‘morals’ issue haunting you. Getting caught with underage students would obviously end any teaching career and likely put any adults found involved in jail, too.”

Mrs. Preston snorted. “Yeah, tell me about competition for teaching jobs.”

“Then why do you want to take such a risk doing sex stuff with students?” I asked, looking at Mrs. Preston.

She took a deep breath and replied, “That’s why Carl and I haven’t acted on our fantasies so far. I think just about every teacher has at one time or another fantasized about having sex with some of her or his students. We are human and we are sometimes attracted to some of the kids we are teaching. I’ve been involved only this one time with you, Melissa, but one underage girl would be just as serious as dozens. I know it is an especially risky thing for me to do, but my husband, even though he isn’t a teacher, and I have developed a strong desire to be with middle and high school age students.”

Whoa. I couldn’t believe she was opening up to me like that!

“However, with the careful way the Walcotts, Clarks, Rayners, and your parents have gone about things, we feel the risk can be greatly minimized, if not controlled. But I’m certain I’ll always have the fear of getting caught lingering somewhere in the back of my mind.”

Mrs. Walcott added, “In just about all places, it’s also illegal to have sex with students which you have been given some authority over, regardless of age. I can sympathize with Janet about the strong desire to have sex with some of her students. I’ve been doing it with a few of them at times for a number of years now. You just have to be very careful who you become involved with. A student such as you, whose parents won’t go to school officials and the cops, reduces that risk significantly. But the risk of discovery is always there to some degree, especially if I were to get too crazy with a student. Most of what Brent and I do is away from school. However, it’s a lot of fun to be daring at school sometimes, even though it does increase the risk as well.”

“I like doing things with you and your husband. The night in the Rayners’ backyard was a lot of fun.”

Mrs. Walcott chuckled. “Brent told me about the fun you two had in the hot tub. Too bad I missed it.”

She became serious again. “I still expect my students to earn their grades. That’s why having the student’s parents on board is critical. It would be too tempting for a student to threaten to turn me in if I didn’t give them an automatic ‘A’ even though they did none of the work or took any of the tests.”

“You could intimidate a student into doing more stuff though,” I said. “Just so they don’t get exposed as having had sex with their teacher.”

“It might work with a few students, but most know the teacher is in a much more vulnerable situation. Sure the student would be exposed. But everybody would assume that the student had been coerced into having sex by the teacher. The law automatically assumes that. The teacher would always lose that argument.”

Mrs. Preston then said, “No matter what does or doesn’t happen in the future between us, Melissa, I promise I’ll be fair and treat you like any other student. While I love the idea of having sex with someone like you, I would hate myself if it affected your education in a negative way.”

“I’m still thinking about some things ...” I said, not being specific. While it might be fun having some kind of ‘regular’ sex with her, I was still completely uncomfortable doing things with her behind Jennifer’s back.

Mom must have known what I was thinking. “Sweetie, I’ll support you in whatever you might decide to do with Janet, at school or home or elsewhere. Terri, Janet, and I have talked and I trust both of my friends to keep your best interest priority. Your school work always comes first though.”

Mrs. Walcott then said, “You will have to earn your grades, Melissa.”

And Mrs. Preston added, “If you don’t keep your grades up to what we already know you can do, any fun and games we may have will have to stop immediately.”

Mom couldn’t resist. “That also goes for any fun and games with anyone else, including Peter.”

She looked at me with determination. I swallowed hard, quickly recognizing the three of them were very serious.

“I understand,” I meekly answered.

Janet then said, “Melissa, if you don’t want to participate with me, or later decide to stop, I won’t hold it against you in any way. I know you’re growing up and just discovering many new things about sex, and I would never complicate your life even more by being vindictive.”

Mrs. Walcott indicated the same thing to me. I believed them both. As they had said, they were the ones with more to lose if things really went bad.

******

We talked a little longer before the ladies got up from the table and helped Mrs. Walcott load her dishwasher and put things away.

I tugged on Mrs. Preston’s arm. “Can I talk with you for a few minutes?”

Mom noticed and probably guessed what I wanted to talk about with Mrs. Preston.

“What a coincidence,” she replied. “I was hoping we could spend some time talking together about things that might be on your mind.”

Mom whispered something to Mrs. Walcott and the two excused themselves, saying they would give us some time alone.

We sat down together at one end of the table again, so we could be close together.

“Mrs. Preston ...”

“Please, when we’re away from school and it us just us, you don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“Thanks,” I replied. Taking a breath, I then said, “Jennifer is one of my best friends now. I would like to do things with you, but I don’t want to do it behind her back.”

“That does create a dilemma,” she replied, pensively.

“I know. The reason I feel this way is because of what I went through with Sarah after I became involved with her parents. I came really close to losing my best friend in the world. It really hurt our friendship. We were so wrapped up with hiding things from each other that we forgot what made us best friends - being able to be open to each other about practically anything. And, I don’t want to go through something like that with Jennifer.”

She looked thoughtfully at me.

I continued, “I think there is the real possibility Jennifer could become involved with my mom if you let it happen. I’m sure Mom won’t keep it from me. If Jennifer finds out about us on her own, she’ll feel totally deceived by me.”

Janet sighed and stared away from me for a few moments. Looking back at me, she replied, “I’m very concerned about Jennifer knowing things regarding the adults’ involvement with each other’s kids, like you with the Clarks and Sarah with your parents. My main concern is how and when to tell her without completely flipping her out ... not to mention Derek. He would likely enjoy all the easy pussy. I’ve overheard him saying ‘MILF’ to a friend just this week, but he would need to learn immediately how everything had to be concealed. It’s a lot to do, and if either one of them reacts badly, it could end badly for all of us.”

“The first step you guys should do as a family is to be open about Jennifer being a lesbian and you bisexual. Unless everyone accepts that without freaking out, nothing else can happen without it becoming a total disaster.”

She looked at me considerately and nodded a few times. “You’re pretty smart, Melissa. You also are very courageous to talk with me about this so openly.”

“Thanks. I just don’t want to see Jennifer hurt. You guys have a cool family, too. What’s good for my friend is good for all of you. Jennifer will eventually come out or realize she’s been discovered by one of you. I know Jennifer won’t have a problem with you being bisexual. She’ll probably be relieved she has someone within her own family who understands her. Your husband already knows. Derek’s reaction is the one we don’t know about.”

“I’ll talk with Carl and decided when and how.”

“Cool,” I said, smiling.

“Carl and I have been learning the ropes concerning about all of this primarily from Brent and Terri. It helps that they are teachers as well. Like I’ve said earlier, I’ve had fantasies for some time about having sex with my students. I like the idea of having detention for a naughty little girl and disciplining her appropriately in the classroom, and other similar things.”

I looked at Janet. “But I’m not a little ...” I stopped in mid-sentence. She had an excited look in her eyes. I realized she really had a little girl fetish. A devious thought came to mind. Perhaps I could be even ‘younger’ for Janet if that was what she wanted. This was one time my lack of boobage would work to my advantage. I remembered that Doris had had sex with Julie when she was only nine. I giggled to myself thinking I could easily act like a giggling nine-year-old. Or, if that was what Janet wanted, like a crying and sniffling one.

“You know, Melissa, there are different approaches to BDSM. One of them I think you will find you could enjoy quite a bit,” she said confidently.

I bit my bottom lip, curious what she might have in mind. How was she going to spank me without spanking me?

“I want you to know that I’ve had no experience with what I have in mind when it comes to girls as young as you. I’ve had a few coeds pretend to be young girls for me as part of role playing, but that is it. So, if you decide to experiment with me, I plan to be extremely careful with an actual middle school girl. I’m really hoping you’ll decide you would like to be the pupil in the most need of ... ‘extra attention’ ... during the upcoming semester.”

“Janet, I have to admit I’m still not comfortable with the whole idea of getting whipped and disciplined. But I have talked about it with my mom and Mrs. Thomas. They said you wouldn’t really hurt me. So I guess I’d like to experiment some with you, and your husband, too,” I bashfully replied.

A huge grin showed on her face. “That’s terrific news, Melissa. I couldn’t ask for a prettier or sexier little girl to be daring with. And, just to help you relax about all of this, what I have in mind for you doesn’t involve a paddle.”

“No whips?”

“Not in the traditional sense,” she replied, with a gleam in her eyes.

“I don’t want to hide that I’m doing stuff with you from Jennifer though,” I reasserted.

“I know. I will talk with Carl tonight about how to approach things with both our children.”

I stood up and scooted over to sit in Janet’s lap.

“Thanks for understanding,” I said, and hugged her. Pulling back to look at her, I could tell she had not expected me to be sitting with her like that. She was obviously flustered. I decided to fluster her a little more.

Leaning in, I brushed her lips with mine. Her face followed mine as I pulled back slightly. I brushed mine against hers again. She closed her eyes and pressed her mouth a little firmer to mine. From there, we both began passionately kissing the other. Her mouth was hungry for mine. She held me with her hands on my side, very close to my breasts. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands around to touch them, just as the door to the kitchen opened.

******

“Sorry, you two,” Mom said, smiling, as Janet and I pulled away from each other. Without missing a beat, she continued, “Mel, I need to run some errands. Would you like to stay here while I’m gone? You could talk with your teachers some more.”

“Sure,” I simply replied, still feeling a little embarrassed about her catching us.

Janet added, “If you want, Mel, I can run by and pick up Jennifer if you two would like me to take you to the mall. I’ve got some errands to do myself.”

Mom said, “I can pick them both up later. That way you won’t be rushed doing your errands.”

“Too cool,” I stated. A trip to the mall without even having to ask!

“I’ll pick you up at seven, sweetie.” Mom handed me some bills and said, “Have dinner at the mall so you can spend some time with Jennifer.”

I was totally surprised. “Thanks, Mom, you are too cool.” I jumped up, hugged and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She blushed a little.

“I’ll call my daughter and let her know,” Janet replied.

“Sounds like a plan,” Mom said. As she began to leave, she told me, “Have fun, baby girl.”

As I walked over and leaned against the counter so I was facing her, Janet got her cell phone out and called Jennifer. They seemed to talk together with such ease. But then, she was being offered a trip to the mall as well. However, I hoped that it would be just as easy when they all had their big talk.

“She’s excited about seeing you again, Melissa.” Janet smiled nicely at me. “I’m really glad that you two have become friends despite the false rumors about her and Peter.”

“Me too.”

She put her phone away.

“Janet, can I ask you another question?”

“Sure, sweetie, what would you like to know?”

“Does your husband want to be with me? And is he into this BDSM stuff, too? Because if he does, I want to be able to talk with Jennifer about that, too.”

“He does want to be with you, sweetie. He isn’t into the ‘stuff’ like I am. He enjoys giving and taking some light spankings once in a while, but that’s it. Carl and I need to think about the implications of Jennifer knowing about all of this, and how to tell her. It’ll certainly be part of our discussion when it happens.”

“Do you want to have sex with Jennifer and Derek, or just with me and other kids?”

Janet blushed. “I’m not sure that my husband and I could ever cross that line with our children. But it would be nice if we could have sex with other people while our kids are in the same room or place together ... like the Walcotts ... and like you and Sarah are just now beginning to do within your families. We really need to consider just how to break everything to our children.”

Janet looked at me for a second and then took a deep breath.

“There is a lot to think about for Carl and me because it will change everything within our family. And we need a little time to figure things out. Will you please give us that time before you talk to Jennifer about any of this?”

She sounded rather anxious.

“I don’t want to hurt any of you. So of course I won’t tell Jennifer anything before you do. After she knows and is okay with it, then maybe you can then try some of your ... discipline ... on me.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I completely understand why all of our friends adore you so much.” She stood up from her chair, stepped over and hugged me.

I blushed.

“And I don’t want to hurt you either,” she said with a crooked grin as she held me by my shoulders. “However, I would like to show you a little about my craft.”

“But I’m really not into pain, Mrs. Preston.”

“Sweetie, you’ve enjoyed getting spanked, haven’t you?”

“I have. But there wasn’t any pain like when you used the paddle on me.”

“I know it was the wrong time and I came on too strong. You were soaking wet afterwards though.”

I didn’t know what to say. She was right.

“See, Melissa, there is a close relationship between pleasure and pain. Some pain can really enhance the sexual pleasure.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I enjoy sex without the pain.”

“Certainly. And I do, too. I don’t do this every time I want to have sex. But sometimes it’s fun. And I don’t really hurt the people I play with. Did you see any permanent marks on Terri? We have played a lot and for quite some time.”

I shook my head. Mrs. Walcott’s skin hadn’t shown any blemishes when we had made out in my bedroom or after the blindfold game at the Clarks when I had worn that hood.

“You see, sweetie, what I do is more of a mind game. Sure, I use whips and paddles and ropes and some other things. And for sure, there is some pain. Sometimes quite a bit with certain people that like it. But it is all about the unexpected and the unusual. Was the sex any different when you were blindfolded?”

“I was wondering who was licking or fucking me.”

“And it made the licking and fucking more intense, didn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

“That is my goal with the way I practice my craft. When you submit to me and I do things to you, then the sex afterwards or while I play with you becomes much more intense. And I can assure you that I am quite skilled. I know how far I can go with somebody before the pain becomes entirely something else.

“There are people that like to really inflict pain. I’m sure you’ve heard of people being called sadistic. They enjoy hurting people and inflicting pain. It often has nothing to do with sex at all. They show little regard for the other person and their well-being. And there are people who get some perverse kicks out of really getting hurt. They don’t mind having needles stuck into them, being hit so hard and so long that it breaks their skin, and so on. Breaking the skin causes permanent scars.”

She looked sincerely at me. “But that’s not what I do.”

“But my butt was quite pink after you paddled me.”

“And I bet when you got home that afternoon you couldn’t tell that anything at all had happened to it.”

She was right. But I was still not convinced I wanted to go through whatever she had to dish out. I had so much fun with sex already. Did I need getting paddled or worse to have more fun? I didn’t think so. But Mom and Doris had suggested that I at least give it a try.

“Melissa, do you trust me? Because I would like to show you some things I do, and perhaps you may want to try some of those, too.”

“Um ... when do you want to show me?”

“How about right now?” she asked, looking at me expectantly. “I’m sure Terri won’t mind.”

I certainly wasn’t expecting this! It dawned on me that Mrs. Walcott hadn’t come back with Mom. Where was she?

“Here?” I asked incredulously, glancing around the kitchen.

She half chuckled. “The kitchen would be a first for me. I know of a more fun place though.”

I looked down. I had a good idea of where she was thinking. I was a little leery knowing what Jamie and Peter had told me about the Walcotts’ basement. But here was a chance to finally see it for myself.

Janet waited me out. Finally after giving it some more thought, I decided to go for it. I figured I could always make a run for it if I needed to. And being a teacher, Janet had way too much to lose if she went too far with me.

I looked at her and we locked eyes. After a moment I said apprehensively, “I guess I trust you.”

Janet appeared very thrilled. She took my hand and led me back to the family room and had me sit on the couch. “Excuse me, please, sweetie, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait right here.”

She left the room and I figured she needed to go find Mrs. Walcott. I was still wondering myself where Mrs. Walcott had gone and why she hadn’t come back after Mom had left. Well, I assumed Mom had left.

Janet came back into the family room and my eyes went wide.

“Holy shit!” I muttered, staring at her.

She stood in front of me dressed in a tight black corsage and panties, her feet in shiny black patent leather over-the-knee boots, and wearing long black gloves. She had pinned up her hair and carried a whip.

Her whole demeanor had changed. She looked at me with a cold hard stare.

“Get up!” she commanded firmly. I instinctively reacted and complied. That whip looked menacing. It didn’t take any conscious thought to make that decision. I wasn’t taking a chance on giving her a reason to use it.

“Time for another lesson, you little bitch!”

Little bitch? What the ...

“Go!” Janet yelled at me, interrupting my thoughts, and pointed at the basement stairs with the whip. She struck the whip against her leather boots which made a loud cracking sound. Holy shit! I sure hoped she wouldn’t use that thing on me.

I wasn’t sure I liked what was in store for me, but at the same time I was excited to see the Walcotts’ playroom that Jamie and Peter had described to me.

At the bottom of the stairs I almost freaked as I saw Mrs. Walcott. She was completely naked standing in front of an X-like wooden cross. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the ends of it. She was blindfolded and gagged with a large red ball in her mouth. Some saliva was dripping from her mouth onto her breasts.

“Ah, the slave has been properly prepared,” Janet exclaimed from behind me, causing me to quickly turn around.

“Get naked!” she commanded me. “Now!” she yelled as I hesitated a little.

“Okay, alright,” I mumbled.

“How do you properly answer your mistress?”

I looked at her wide eyed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, hoping that was the proper answer.

“That’s better. Now strip and go over to the chair in the corner.”

I quickly undressed and carried my clothes with me to the chair, dropping them over the back of it.

“Sit!” Janet pointed at the chair. I could see the whole room from where I sat. There wasn’t just the cross to which Mrs. Walcott was shackled, but also a chest of drawers. I wondered what was in there. Janet had opened a drawer and was looking for something in it.

Close to me I saw a double bed covered with a black satin sheet. Some pillows were thrown on it. There was also the swing hanging from the ceiling that Jamie had described to me. I for sure wanted to try that swing sometime soon. It was the one thing that looked like fun. Perhaps with Mr. Walcott? He had been fun in the Rayners’ hot tub.

Next to the swing I noticed some cuffs attached to some ropes which ran through pulleys hanging from the ceiling. On the wall there were some hooks that those ropes were wound around. It looked like the cuffs could be lowered or pulled up.

In the opposite corner there was a table which was about waist high. Its top was padded and its legs angled to the outside. It looked similar to the saw horses Sarah’s grandfather had in his barn, except the top was a couple of feet wide. I saw shackles affixed to its legs near the bottom and also near the top. If you were bent over that and fastened to its legs, then somebody could really work on your butt. I cringed remembering the paddling Janet had dished out at the campground.

I could picture some serious shit going on in this basement. I glanced back at the stairs. I was sure I could run if I wanted, but I was becoming more curious.

She walked over to where I was sitting. She stood in front of me, her feet apart and her hands on her hips.

“Today you will just watch,” she snarled. “So sit quietly,” she commanded and cracked the whip against her boot again.

I flinched a little at the sound. I really didn’t think she would use it on me, but it still seriously intimidated me.

She suddenly grinned at me. “Surprised?” she asked me sweetly and not with that demanding voice she had just ordered me around with.

“Yeah!” I blurted out, relaxing a little. After a moment, I grinned back at her. She seemed pleased that she had been able to intimidate me. I was definitely confused about what I was feeling. My body was tingling. But I was still very apprehensive about what would happen next, even though I was supposedly just going to watch.

“Your mom got Terri ready for me after they left the kitchen so we could talk. Earlier this morning I called your mom, and we conspired to let you see this.”

Janet had a huge shit eating grin on her face.

“So just watch, sweetie, and if you have any questions, I will answer them. Okay?”

I nodded. “What’s with your outfit? Why aren’t you naked?”

“Do I make more of an impression naked or in this black outfit?”

“Definitely in that,” I answered, cocking my head with my forehead creased as I looked her over again.

“You see, it’s part of the mind game we talked about earlier. I feel different wearing this, and so does the person whom I play with when he or she sees me wearing it.”

“But Mrs. Walcott is blindfolded. She won’t see you wearing it.”

“But you’re watching. Terri agreed to let you watch what we do together, but she’s a little embarrassed about you seeing her like this.”

“I can leave. I don’t want to be here if it embarrasses her.”

“I said she agreed. She’s fine with you watching. So you can stay.” She leaned closer to me and softly added, “She’s getting off on the idea of you watching her, without being able to see your reactions.”

I scrunched my lips. Whatever floats your boat, I figured.

“So ... do you do this often with her?”

She grinned. “We get together when the spirit moves us. But with all of us being teachers, we don’t have that much time during the school year. And it’s not something we want to do with kids around.”

She looked at me rather thoughtfully for a second. Was she remembering suddenly that I was just a young chick? Or our earlier talk about her daughter? I could only guess how Jennifer would react to knowing about this ... or even watching her mom do this!

“Do you do this with anybody else?”

“There’re a couple more people that I play with. But to answer your next question, sweetie, I don’t believe you have met them. So please understand that I won’t reveal who they are.”

There was yet another secret to be discovered.

She seemed to get back in character as she said, “Well, let me get started.”

Janet went over to the chest of drawers and picked up something. She came back over to me.

She showed me the whip she held in her hand. “This is a flogger.” It appeared to be made out of several strands of suede leather attached to a short handle. She let me feel it. It felt pretty soft.

She went over to the shackled Mrs. Walcott and started to flick the flogger so that the strands hit her tummy. Mrs. Walcott didn’t seem to flinch. Then Janet hit her a little harder and Mrs. Walcott moaned and moved a little. Janet hit her tummy several more times before she started hitting her breasts. I watched Mrs. Walcott squirm. She couldn’t move much with her hands and feet secured. I noticed that her nipples had become hard and pointy.

Suddenly Janet changed directions and hit Mrs. Walcott between her legs directly against her pussy. Mrs. Walcott moaned a little more.

Janet turned around to me. “This flogger doesn’t really hurt. It is just the thought of getting hit and not knowing if it will hurt or not that makes it interesting.”

She flicked the flogger again and again against the inside of Mrs. Walcott’s thighs and her pussy. Sometimes it seemed that Janet was more or less just swishing it softly, other times she hit Mrs. Walcott more forcefully. It didn’t seem to leave any marks, and the skin didn’t even turn pink. But she was really squirming and pushed her pelvis out so that Janet would hit her pussy more intensely.

Janet stopped and grinned at me. “The slave is getting turned on.”

I got curious how the flogger might feel.

“Would you to try it on me a few times?” I quietly asked, still a little apprehensive. But the way Mrs. Walcott was enjoying getting her pussy hit with that thing, it couldn’t be too bad.

“Well, you’re full of surprises, little girl,” Janet said as she walked over to me.

Standing in front of me, she asked, “Ready?” I nodded.

“Hands behind you head!” She had her commanding voice back again.

I folded my hands behind my head. All the muscles in my body tensed expecting the blow. I knew it would be different for me because I wasn’t blindfolded and could see it coming.

Janet flicked her wrist and the soft strands swished across my tummy. I flinched. It didn’t hurt too much. It felt a little like getting slapped with a wet towel when a locker room towel fight broke out.

She flicked her wrist again and hit me a little harder, but it still wasn’t really bad. The pain was nothing I couldn’t deal with. She hit my boobs and I felt my nipples harden. She continued to hit me a few more times. I started to squirm in my seat and Janet stopped.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“It’s getting pretty intense, but not in a bad way.”

“I thought you would like that. It’s certainly less painful than being spanked with a paddle, but enough to cause your body to react. Allowing things to build slowly allows me to read your reaction. Your face and body can tell me so much. It’s how I read Terri like she is now with the ball gag in place. I thought I might be getting close to your limit, and knew I had to stop and ask. We’ll stop there for now ... unless you really want to play.” She watched me closely.

“I guess you really are experienced,” I said, smiling. I hoped she wouldn’t take that word like Mom had taken it this morning. “But I think I’ll just watch today.”

She grinned. “Let me get back to Terri then. And you can take your hands down, sweetie. Although, your boobs look terrific when you sit like that.” She smiled and turned again towards Mrs. Walcott.

“Well, slave, it’s time to turn it up a notch.” Janet went to the cupboard and picked up some things. She walked back over to me and held out what that looked like four metal clothes pins. Two of them were connected by a chain.

She gave me the pair without the chain to hold.

“Nipple clamps,” she explained. “These are soft ones with padding. They don’t cause any greater discomfort than when somebody is pulling on your nipples and pinching them.”

I squeezed one to open, it didn’t require much effort. I let it snap on my little finger and it didn’t feel too bad.

“Can I try those?” I asked her.

“Do you want to?”

I nodded.

She shook her head unbelievingly. “Colleen was right. You are adventurous.”

Janet grabbed one of my nipples and lightly pinched and pulled it to make it stand out more. Then she took one of the clamps and let it close slowly. I sucked in my breath as the clamp took effect. It felt like somebody pinching my nipple pretty hard. But some adults had pinched them just as hard.

Janet watched me closely. “Ready for the other one?” I nodded.

She repeated the procedure with my other nipple. The weight of the clamps pulled on my nipples while at the same time pinching them tightly. I squeezed my thighs together. The flogger and now my nipples being pinched and pulled was seriously turning me on.

I watched as Janet put the clamps on Mrs. Walcott. She wasn’t nearly as gentle with her as she had been with me. Mrs. Walcott noticeably winced as the clamps closed. Janet tugged on the connecting chain pulling even harder on Mrs. Walcott’s nipples. She was groaning and squirming in her shackles.

“Well, slave, you were getting turned on too much for my taste. You like that flogger hitting your pussy, don’t you?”

Mrs. Walcott quickly nodded several times.

“You like having a little girl watch you.”

She hesitated but then nodded in agreement.

“She’s a very pretty little girl. She’s also very impressionable. You want me to do more so she can watch.”

She nodded.

“She’s a sweet little girl, and you want to corrupt her.”

Mrs. Walcott hesitated.

“Answer me!” Janet demanded. “You want to corrupt your good friend’s daughter. Sweet little Melissa. You want to turn her into a perverted slut just like you!”

Mrs. Walcott’s head quickly moved up and down.

“You want to come in front of her. You want her to see how much you enjoy being my slave.”

She nodded quickly.

“You want to come now. Right here in front of her.”

Another nod.

“It’s not time yet for you to come, slave! And I know just how to keep you from coming, too!”

Janet walked over to the chest of drawers again and picked up some cuffs which were linked by a short chain. Then she took one of the ropes that just had a clasp at the end and pulled it over to the cross. She took one of Mrs. Walcott’s arms out of the shackle and put a cuff around her wrist. She repeated the same with the other arm and attached the chain of the cuffs to the rope.

Mrs. Walcott still had her hands above her head as Janet loosened the shackles at Mrs. Walcott’s feet. Then she walked her over to the padded table and made her bend over and lay down across it.

As she fastened Mrs. Walcott’s arms and legs to the table’s legs, I figured that the heavy shit was about to start.

Janet picked up a couple of things, came over, and showed me what she intended to use.

“This is a riding crop, and this a leather paddle. You see the wide leather patch at the tip of the crop? That’s to prevent the skin splitting. You can probably still do it if you use enough force or if you hit with the cane part.”

She grinned. “I’ll show you what I do with the cane part.”

She walked over to Mrs. Walcott. Her butt was up, and with her legs spread wide apart, I could see her exposed pussy. I could see the fat outer lips but not the inner ones. Janet rubbed the crop just below the buttocks in the line where the thighs met them. Mrs. Walcott started to twitch a little.

“Getting anxious, aren’t you, slave?” Janet asked as she started to land quick soft strokes on her friend’s butt. I guessed they didn’t really hurt, probably not even as much as the paddle that she had used on me. Her skin hadn’t even turned pink yet.

But then I flinched as Janet hit Mrs. Walcott pretty hard directly on her pussy lips. She groaned and bucked against her restraints.

Janet repeated that procedure several times, gently rubbing with the crop below the butt, some quick light swabs on the butt cheeks or on her thighs, and then hitting her pussy lips rather forcefully.

Mrs. Walcott’s pussy lips were changing color, and to my surprise I also saw some moisture appearing. Janet saw it, too, and stopped. She swiped a gloved finger through her friend’s slit and smiled at me.

“Well, well, slave, what have we got here? Looks like pussy juice.”

She held her finger to her nose.

“Smells like pussy juice.”

She sucked that finger.

“Tastes like pussy juice, too. You’re getting way to turned on, slave.”

Janet picked up the leather paddle and started to slap Mrs. Walcott’s butt and upper thighs rather forcefully, moving from cheek to cheek, randomly hitting spots. Mrs. Walcott never knew where she might get hit next.

Janet was seriously practicing her craft on Mrs. Walcott. It definitely wasn’t my thing. But I was very fascinated by what I was watching. I didn’t know what Janet had in mind for me, but there was no way I was letting her get all freaky on my ass like that.

Janet then changed things up. She continued to use the paddle, but also added the crop again with her other hand. She forcefully paddled the tops of Mrs. Walcott’s thighs and butt cheeks. In between each strike of the paddle, she used the leather end of the crop rather hard on her pussy lips. Mrs. Walcott groaned much louder into her gag than before while pulling hard against her restraints. She was attempting to move her ass, desperately trying to avoid the blows of the paddle. She could only move a little though. She was at Janet’s mercy.

There was nothing playful about this anymore, the brute force she was exerting on poor Mrs. Walcott was causing me to seriously wince. I was definitely tempted to put a stop to things. Her butt and upper thighs were rapidly turning a rather deep pink, and her pussy lips were swelling and turning more of a bright red as well. I was beginning to squirm in my chair and pressed my legs together as if to avoid the pain that Mrs. Walcott had to be feeling. I sucked in my breath several times and shook my head. I for sure wouldn’t like that done to me. I took the nipple clamps off. This wasn’t for me. I was no longer turned on at all.

Giving me a quick look Janet realized that I was quite uncomfortable with what was happening in front of me. She stopped immediately and walked over to me.

“Melissa, are you okay?”

“No, that’s too much for me, I would like to go,” I stated firmly.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry you feel this way. Terri enjoys pain. She told me that you two have talked about her liking pain.”

“I know, but I didn’t picture it quite like this.”

“It really does turn her on. Trust me, I have known Terri for a long time, and I know exactly when to stop and how far I can go with her. This wouldn’t be the way I would ever treat you though, Melissa.”

“I wouldn’t go for it. I know that for sure.” My whole body suddenly shook as the heebie jeebies crawled up and down my spine.

“And I respect that, sweetie, I really do. There are several different approaches to domination and discipline. I’ve had time since Sunday to consider what would be most appropriate for you if we did get together. I’m quite confident that you would very much enjoy the more subtle ways. I could make domination and discipline a lot of fun for you. And you would find it very satisfying without the need for much, if any kind of pain.”

I relaxed some at what Janet told me. But I wasn’t totally convinced. The paddling had hurt and what she had just done to Mrs. Walcott must have really hurt like hell. I was having a hard time imagining a subtle way of doing what I just saw. I was curious though. But I wouldn’t like to be gagged. I wanted to be able to tell her to stop if things got heavier than I was ready for.

******

I heard footsteps from someone coming down the stairs. My eyes went wide. What was she doing here?

She walked over in front of me and smiled. She knew she had caught me off-guard.

“Kari?”

“Surprised?”

I nodded. Stunned was more like it. I also felt rather embarrassed that she found me sitting naked in a chair in the corner like some kinda doofus.

“You know about ... all of this?” I should have figured that Kari knew what was going on down here. Jamie had told me that she knew about her parents’ basement, and I had seen her dominating and spanking Julie. And all the Walcotts liked to play in front of each other.

“Uh huh. It was one of my own discoveries. You know all about discoveries, Mel,” she snorted.

I knew I was blushing. I had a reputation. At least it wasn’t a reputation as a slut, not yet anyways.

“Did you know I was here?”

“Your mom called me and asked if I might want to join in.” She smiled a little shyly at me. “She thought you should know that I enjoy this kind of thing too.”

Kari quickly got undressed and put her clothes on the chest.

My earlier conversation with Doris came back to mind. My mom was letting me learn about another little secret.

I had seen Kari dominating Julie though. I was sure that Doris had told Mom what I had seen in our home the previous Wednesday night when she brought me by after church to talk my parents into going camping.

Janet walked over to me and said, “I’ve been training Kari some over the past few months. She discovered her mom and me playing earlier this summer. She likes the art of domination and discipline. I understand you have seen her doing some things with Julie.”

What Kari was doing to Julie was one thing. Being involved in the same extreme kind of stuff Janet Preston was into was a whole different ball game. I blushed as Kari grinned at me.

“Don’t worry, Mel. I’m cool with it. You’re a cool chica. We’ve had a lot fun together already. I’d like to do more with you ... like just hanging out together.”

“But none of this stuff?”

She turned serious. “I’m not ready to do any of this stuff on my own. I’ve got a lot more to learn. Janet lets me watch whenever she can.”

I wondered just how involved Kari was with Janet, and especially, her mom.

“Have you done any of this with your mom? Or with anybody else?”

Kari shook her head. “Me, Mike and Julie don’t have sex with our parents. We all like to watch each other, but that’s it. I do some domination of Julie with words and a little spanking, but no serious stuff. She’s not into it that much.”

I turned to Janet. “I thought you didn’t do anything with kids?”

“I don’t. Kari and I don’t have sex with each other,” she adamantly said. “Kari and I happen to enjoy the same fetish. I’m just passing along my experience.”

“But why do you want to try your discipline stuff with me? Why not Sarah or Pam or Julie? They’re basically the same age as me.”

“I’ve talked with Maggie, Colleen and Terri about wanting to become involved with a girl your age. We’ve talked about all four of you girls. Your mother thought you might enjoy being first. In fact, she was practically insisting.”

My mother? Too cool.

“Well, that’s cool then. I’m just kinda used to being the last one to try something.”

“I was hoping it would be you,” she said, winking. “I think Kari’s happy about it as well.”

I glanced at Kari. I hoped she didn’t think I was going to volunteer to assist in her training.

“Well, we shouldn’t let our slave wait too long,” Janet stated.

She walked back over to where Mrs. Walcott was stretched out. Kari walked with her and watched as Janet opened the shackles and ordered Mrs. Walcott to stand upright in the middle of the room. She hooked her onto the rope again and pulled it taut.

Janet picked up something from the chest that looked like a bar about three feet long with cuffs on both ends. She showed it to me.

“This is a spreader bar. It can be attached to the slave’s ankles to keep her feet apart.”

While Janet was attaching the cuffs to Mrs. Walcott’s ankles, she explained to Kari what to watch out for, to adjust the cuffs to fit snug but not so tight that the blood circulation was cut off. She should still be able to slip her little finger between the cuff and her ankle. Then she tightened the rope a little more and explained to Kari that for the same reason the slave should not stand too long with her hands so high up.

Janet obviously knew her stuff. It would be easy to hurt someone pretty bad if you didn’t. Kari certainly seemed to enjoy learning from her.

Then Janet picked up the flogger and the riding crop again. She flicked the flogger over Mrs. Walcott’s breasts, her tummy, and her thighs. In between, she slapped her pussy with the riding crop or rubbed it through her slit. She gave Kari some pointers on how and how forcefully to use each instrument on various parts of the body, what signs to watch out for, and how to get the maximum stimulation to bring the slave off.

She also explained that a braided crop provided more stimulation to the clit than a smooth one. As she demonstrated it for Kari, Mrs. Walcott began moaning again. She even pushed her pelvis out to make it easier for Janet to rub her clit with the crop.

Mrs. Walcott was definitely getting really turned on. Her body movements became more and more frenzied as the crop hit her pussy lips almost constantly. It looked like she would come at any moment! I shook my head, bewildered that she could get off on that kinda thing. I wanted to cover my pussy just from watching!

I watched in awe as suddenly Mrs. Walcott’s whole body shook, her head rolled back, her pelvis twitched, and she growled through her gag. And just as suddenly she went limp in those cuffs.

“Kari, take the rope down, quickly,” Janet instructed her urgently. She moved fast and grabbed Mrs. Walcott to steady her. The tension of the rope lessened and Mrs. Walcott just let her hands drop down limply. She wobbled, too weak to stand on her own feet, and leaned against Janet, who removed the gag and took the blindfold off.

She tenderly rubbed Mrs. Walcott’s cheeks. “Good one, huh?”

Mrs. Walcott just nodded. She was panting hard and kept her eyes shut. Janet bent down and quickly undid the cuffs on the spreader bar. She helped Mrs. Walcott walk over to the bed and let her lay down on it. She moved up on the bed next to her and cuddled with her.

******

Kari grabbed her clothes and motioned for me to do the same.

“Let’s give them a few minutes,” she said softly, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs.

We both got dressed in the family room. Kari offered me something to drink which I gladly accepted. She brought out a pitcher with ice water.

We sat quietly as we drank some of it. I tried to digest what I had just witnessed. I didn’t know whether I should be disgusted or turned on. Obviously Mrs. Walcott had just enjoyed the whole thing, and had had a tremendous orgasm from it.

“Heavy shit, isn’t it?” Kari asked me.

“Yeah, I can’t understand how being whipped, spanked, and having clamps used on your sensitive body parts can be so satisfying.”

“I couldn’t believe it at first either.”

“How often have you watched them?”

“About five times.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel strange to see your mother get worked over like that?”

Kari looked at me for moment before answering. “You know, Mel, being the oldest I have always enjoyed ordering my brother and sister around. But when I accidentally walked in on Janet playing with Mom, I almost freaked out completely. Yet at the same time I was turned on in a strange way. I wasn’t turned on the same way I get turned on when I want to have sex with a guy. Watching them got to something much deeper in me.

“They didn’t notice me right away. I couldn’t get myself to run off. Instead I felt myself drawn to the scene. But then again it was my mother that was being hit hard. Yet I saw that she liked it. That left me very confused.”

“I can believe that, I’m very confused about I saw today, too.”

Kari smiled at me sympathetically. “Yeah, I bet you are. After I saw my mother and Janet that first time, we talked about it, especially about my feelings. They offered to let me watch the next time they played. Janet explained a lot to me then about the connection between pain and pleasure. I was hooked after that.”

She took a sip of water. “And whether you believe it or not, Mel, I have a tremendous amount of respect for my mother that she can take such pain. We have become much closer than we’ve ever been through our shared fetish.”

“Have Julie and Mike watched, too?”

She shook her head. “My father has drawn the line there. Mike isn’t into stuff like that. He likes straight sex, baseball, video games, and his guitar. And Julie is too young. I order her around and sometimes I spank her a little.”

Julie wasn’t much younger than me. I wondered if Kari thought I was too young as well.

“The other week at our house, her butt looked pretty well worked over,” I pointed out.

“Her butt turns pink and red rather quickly. It doesn’t take much to get it that way. It often looks worse than it actually was.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.

Janet and Mrs. Walcott came up the stairs. Mrs. Walcott was wrapped in a terry cloth robe and looked still a little out of it. But she gave me a shy grin.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Walcott asked me a little weakly.

“Maybe I should ask you,” I countered a little concerned.

She nodded her head. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. A little tired, but otherwise fine. I guess knowing you were watching me made it a little more intense.” She sat down somewhat gingerly. “I’d like some water, too, please.”

Kari got two more glasses and filled them. Janet excused herself to change back into her regular clothes. A few minutes later she joined us again, fully dressed with her hair down, and carrying a small suitcase.

As she sat down she sipped some water and then looked at me. “Sweetie, how do you feel about what you saw?”

I thought about it for a minute. I began to realize that just about everyone had some type of fetish or kinky secret that could hurt or embarrass them if publicly known. That included me and my closest friends. After what I had just witnessed, I knew I didn’t want to be hit like Mrs. Walcott. On the other hand she seemed to have had a tremendous orgasm. To each their own, I supposed.

“That was pretty wild. I felt quite uncomfortable even just watching it. I know for sure that I’m not into pain like you guys.”

Janet eyed me closely. “Terri enjoys pain at a certain level. She is what is known as a masochist.”

“And you’re the sadistic one,” I said.

“I’m a sadist. It takes both to do S&M,” she smiled. “What I’d like to try with you is completely different.”

“Is it S&M too?”

“No, with you I would go more for the B&D stuff, some bondage and discipline. You’re definitely not a submissive. But I do believe you like to lose control at times.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“When I spanked you last Sunday morning, you became very wet.”

I cautiously nodded, hoping I wasn’t giving the impression that I enjoyed the way she had spanked me.

“Remember I asked if you liked what I’d done? You didn’t say you liked being spanked. You said something else.”

“I liked your fingers inside my pussy and butt.”

“What else was I doing while I was fingering you?”

“You had me across your lap,” I replied, not sure how that made a difference.

“Would you like that feeling again? The one that made you so wet?”

“Well ... yeah!”

“Remember how you even stood up to me, saying you planned on kissing Jennifer a lot, knowing my threat was to spank you again?”

I did remember. I also remembered being ready to make a run for it, too.

I nodded.

“What if you could have that feeling doing something a little different?”

I bit my lip. “I’m sure I’d like to try some of the other things you could do,” I said a little reluctantly. I smirked at her, “As long as I can sit down on my butt when it’s all over.”

They all chuckled.

“I promise, Melissa,” Janet said. “Your butt will be more than fine afterwards.”

Kari got into our conversation. “Mel, Janet is an expert at what she does. We talked during the week about your personality and what we think you would and wouldn’t like.”

“So you know what she has planned for me?” I was stunned that Janet would discuss that with her. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she had talked to Mom, Doris or Mrs. Walcott. But with Kari?

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

”Mel, I’m keeping that a secret for now, but I can promise you that you will have a great time.”

“Thanks a lot,” I said kinda caustically.

“Mel, when I’ve said you’ll have a great time, have I ever failed you?”

I sighed. She had a point there.

I looked at Janet. “What do you get out of it? I mean, you whooped my butt last Sunday, and you did way more with Mrs. Walcott just now, but I didn’t see you having an orgasm either time.”

She smiled at me. “Today we just wanted to show you some things. Normally I would have played much longer with the person I’m dominating, and I wouldn’t have let Terri cum that soon either. We could have taken some breaks in between. Then I would have had Terri lick my boobs and my pussy to bring me off, while using the riding crop or the flogger or something else on her, before I would have allowed her to orgasm. But this wasn’t about me, this was about you.”

I nodded.

“When we were camping, the situation was as new for me as it was for you. I had never done anything like that with somebody as young as you, and in my excitement I let things get out of hand by misreading what you would like. Today I wanted to learn what you might like and where your limits might be. I’m now very confident I know what you will thoroughly enjoy.”

Janet watched my reaction. I just shook my head. This was all very new to me.

She smiled. “So if you’re ready, let’s go get Jennifer and you can have some girl fun at the mall.”

“Thanks for letting me watch all of that domination stuff.” I said. I still wasn’t sure about what she had planned for me. I could have gone my whole life without ever watching what she did with Mrs. Walcott. I thought it had been quite brutal. How Mrs. Walcott could get off on that was beyond me.

I said my goodbyes to Kari and her mom.

Mrs. Walcott hugged me. “Don’t overthink this, Melissa,” she said close to my ear. “This is what I like occasionally. You’ll discover the games you’d like Janet to play with you. I believe she already has. She can make it a lot of fun.”

“I’ll think about it.”

******

As we were pulling away from the Walcotts’ house, Janet reached over and placed her hand on top of mine. I smiled softly at her. She was quiet for the first few minutes. She seemed a little antsy to me.

Then it became so obvious what was going on. She was more nervous about all of this than I was! She was trying so hard to establish something with me - a connection. Something like I had with Colleen and Doris. While my relationship with each of them was different, it was a relationship each of us understood. While I was much closer to Doris after all that had happened, I still really liked Colleen. I could be myself with both of them, and have some really hot sex too!

Janet was trying so hard to have something similar with me. I knew she was infatuated with me. I liked her. It would be great if we could play together whenever we wanted. I just wasn’t sure about all the S&M stuff.

I certainly wasn’t making things any easier for her with my insistence that her daughter know what was going on. I did know one thing that would probably help though.

I broke the silence. “Janet, I think Mom should seduce Jennifer.”

Surprised by my suggestion she glanced over at me.

I added, “Jennifer already knows Mom is bisexual. I think I can help make it happen. If she is involved with an adult, she might not freak out about you and your husband wanting to be involved with us kids. She also couldn’t complain about me doing things with you if she were also doing things with my mom.”

“I suppose it could make things easier with Jennifer,” she replied.

“I bet I could get Mom to seduce Derek, too!” I enthusiastically said.

“Whoa! Slow down, Mel,” she said, chuckling.

“Don’t you see? Neither of them could complain. They probably would be relieved to know they could do stuff like that without worrying about you catching them.”

“Like I’ve said, Melissa, I will talk to Carl about all of this tonight to see how we should handle things and how we should proceed.”

As we pulled into her driveway, I interrupted her thoughts.

“Janet?”

“Yes?”

“I know you want me to like you.”

She seemed a little embarrassed.

“I trust you, but we haven’t been together much. I need a little time. Your stuff is so new for me and so different.”

She squeezed my hand, and said, “I’ll do my best not to betray that trust. And I do hope we’ll become close friends.”

“I’d kiss you, but ... you know ... the neighbors ...”

“I’ll take a rain check,” she said, winking.

After blowing the horn, Jennifer came out the door and headed for the car. Mr. Preston stood at the door waving at us.

I quickly asked Janet, “Your husband isn’t at work?”

“He got off early. He’s rather anxious to hear about how things went.”

I snickered as Jennifer reached the car. I got out so I could join her in the backseat.

“How did you end up riding with Mom,” Jennifer whispered.

“My mom and I were over at the Walcotts. Your mom was there too.”

“Oh.”

I began telling her about this one store I wanted to check out at the mall, hoping she wouldn’t ask why all of us were at the Walcotts. I really didn’t want to lie to her.

“Jennifer, did your father give you your allowance?” Janet asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Where’s my allowance,” I whispered to Jennifer, putting my hand on her leg close to her pussy.

Her eyes went wide.

I whispered, “Let’s make out.”

Jennifer became all flustered. “What if Mom sees us?!” she anxiously whispered back.

I wondered what Jennifer would think if she knew what her mother wanted to do to with me.

I whispered back, “Wait till we get to the mall, there are a lot of dressing rooms.”

I sensuously licked my top lip.

"Mel!" she anxiously whispered back, quickly glancing toward her mom. “She can see you in the mirror!”

“She’s not looking,” I replied, moving my hand over her covered pussy, squeezing it.

As the car was about to pull up in front of the mall entrance, I slid my hand up her body, quickly sneaking a squeeze of a breast.

“If we get caught, I’m gonna whip your butt!”

Like mother, like daughter?

(continued in chapter 44)