PART FIVE d - Vaquera

  "Up. Stand up. Don't even try the puppy dog eyes. You? Go into the kitchen. Right now, and bring me out a chair. Put it right here, the middle of the living room. Move!"

  After he brought the chair, I gave him the look and the voice.

  "Strip…"

  He did it. I sat in the chair, and had him stand with his back to me.

  "Wrists. Now."

  I clicked the short chained cuffs on him, clicked them tight, and double locked them with my neck charm key. I amazed myself, how slick and well practiced I'm getting with it. I bent over, and did the ankles with the other short chained regur handcuffs. Locked tight and double locked, lickety split. Cuff key dropped back around my neck before I knew it for safekeeping.

  "You. You know the rules, and you funt it in my face like you just did? Uh uh. Soft mommy, huh. We'll see who the soft mommy is. You better beg. I better really feel it. If I don't? I'm using this brush. Right here, right now. Go."

  He started begging and whining and pleading. I ughed at how pathetic I decred it.

  "You call that begging? I'll get better than that, in ten seconds ft. Dare me… watch me, if you don't believe me…"

  I pulled my socks off, and dangled them, smiling my strict mommy smile.

  "I know how not to annoy the neighbors now. I love hearing it? But, they probably don't appreciate it. You see, I have respect for the neighbors. I don't do things that annoy them. But you? No respect, none at all. You already know what not to say and do, and you do it anyways. Defy me, huh? I said beg!"

  I menaced him with the brush, like it was a knife or a gun or some other deadly weapon. I had the puckering lips. I had the whining and begging. Come on… give mommy's naughty compulsion what it craves. Give me those precious little tears, before I even touch you. Come on. I willed the tears to come, then I saw them. There we go. Goal scored.

  I gave him the perturbed strict mommy. Crossed arms. Too quiet voice. Stern face and eyes. Quiet but extra stern voice. Strict mommy's dangerous voice.

  "Let's go over your absolute shit performance, just now. Shall we? To start off, I granted you extra, specially granted? Normal time. You would think, you would appreciate that. But no. Keep it zipped, you're in enough already."

  "Now. Its bad enough, when you break mommy's rules. While in preseason camp to boot. But? I warned you, to watch what came out of your mouth. And what did you do? You made fun of me! My precious Vaquera? She calls that a soft mommy, ha ha. Bad enough to make fun of me, that alone calls for it. But right after being warned you were treading on dangerous ground? Oh. That's daring me."

  "I was prepared to let that one slide. Pffft. Soft mommy, I guess. Then what did you choose to do for an encore. Be sweet, to make up for it? Oh no. You had the brass balls, to correct me!"

  "Ooh! Then, you were told, more than once. You watch your sass, until we go back to normal. This whole thing was nothing but smart-ack. Soft mommy, huh? Hmm. Let me think about that one, mister."

  I dangled the socks at him, like an evil fetish spell.

  "We celebrate the extra, specially granted normal time? By making fun of me, and ughing in my face. Right after being warned, no less. Just funting it, what you just made fun of me for, huh? Nice. Then, you correct me."

  "Oh, wait. Let me get it right… sweet mommy."

  I walked up to him, and walked around him, standing helpless. I hissed in his ear.

  "Hey. Is your special sixth sense warning you of something bad coming on? If it isn't, you should get that thing checked."

  More hissing in the ear. Like a snake's warning.

  "Oh. Sweet mommy can't handle you, huh? Well. You liked your precious Mistress Vaquera so much… how about we call her up. Right now. Maybe it'll get your dick hard, to have her take you down to the basement right now. I can call her right up. I can have her here? Just like that!"

  I snapped my fingers to show how quick.

  "Defy me. Ignore my warning. Make fun of me to my fucking face? Then, you have the audacity, to correct me."

  The compulsion whispered seductively. You have to do it now. You don't follow through on a threat, you just keep circling day one over and over again. It whispered naughty sweet nothings in my ear again. Go on. Do it. You watched the naughty movie, he loved it. She beat him into submission, then you saw how hard he got, and how he loved it, for hours. Don't you want loved like that? Take it for yourself. You can't threaten him with the brush and not use it.

  I was reminded of the old cartoons. The little devil on one shoulder, the little angel on the other. Vaquera? She was the devil. Whispering the naughty compulsions to me. You saw with your own eyes how much he loved it, how much he fell for me, in one night after it. You can't threaten the brush and not use it, you have to follow through now. I would. Sweet mommy on the other shoulder whispered. Oh, honey. The more you pretend its not a game, the more it is, and you know it. Just use your hand, lightly. You already got what you want, and what you need. Tears from a simple threat. There you go! Six weeks of work, in one night, on a silver ptter.

  Strict mommy sat on top of my head, listening to both of them argue. You know they're both right. You can't do both. You either pick one? Or… mix them. Then Vaquera ughed at me. Don't be a fool, Hurry. He's been in love since he first saw me and what I can do. His tongue rolled out for me. You're me, aren't you? Do it. I made him go the extra inch and nded you the big goal and won you the whole game, and I booted it into the net. The st bit of submission, and I handed it to you on a silver ptter. He gave the little cry. You heard him beg for more, you heard him plead to never let him be without this. Who do you think just handed you tears from a threat, proof of actual fear, which guarantees the respect? Me. If you let this slide, you're throwing away this golden moment. You risk being so happy with that one big game won? That you go soft and lose the series, the big series, the championship. Its there, just take it with both hands.

  Angel sweet mommy said, you risk him hating you. It defeats the whole purpose. Devil Vaquera chuckled seductively. He loves me now. Hate you? No, nothing of the sort. He'll love you more. You're giving him, what his naughty compulsion wants. Fulfill his fantasy. Fulfill your fantasy.

  Vaquera won, and cpped her hands in glee. Sticking her tongue out at sweet mommy. I looked up at him with extra strict mommy face, and her venomous hiss when she was too quiet, and had enough. I grabbed him by the elbow, and dropped him over my p. Naked and helpless, waiting. I whispered into his ear, seductively, as I crammed my used socks into his waiting mouth, just opening to beg more effectively. I crammed them in tight.

  "Put a sock in it, slut. Your begging was absolute shit. You liked Vaquera so much? Well. She's here now. I'll just back out of the room, and let you two get reacquainted some…"

  I started with my hand. As fast and as hard as I could swat one cheek after the other. The waterworks and crying started immediately. After a while, the screaming came quick. I didn't yell. There was no music to talk over. No music to lower and raise. I hissed calmly, like it was a joke I was telling him. Too quiet, strict mommy voice.

  "Crying? Already? Allow me to give you something to cry for…"

  Some more of the super heroine hand.

  "Screaming, huh. Here's a little something to scream for, little slut…"

  More.

  "Trying to get away. And just where the fuck do you think you're getting to? Just into getting something to move around for…"

  More hand. More whispering secret little jokes.

  "That, little boy? That… was for ignoring my warning, to watch your mouth. I smelled it coming, and I warned you. Ignore my polite suggestion again. I dare you…"

  Lots more hand. Lots of screaming and movement. Call and answer. Ritual. Ritual feeding of the naughty compulsion. Let it feed.

  "And that? Was for making fun of me, to my face. Laughing at me. Calling me sweet mommy. Let's continue…"

  More hand, by length of time, by speed of swats, by any metric you applied.

  "Ooh. That? Was for the overall sass mouth. Now, pay attention closely, little boy…"

  I gave it to him good, for the longest time yet.

  "That? Was for correcting me. You don't correct me. I correct you. Let's go over that one again. That was important…"

  I went for another even longer time.

  "Oh yeah… is that how Mistress Vaquera does it? Oh, I forgot. She doesn't even piss around with her hand, does she? Silly me. I want to be just as cool as she is. Now, wait for it. Ooh… you feel that, don't you. You know what that is. Yeah, that's mommy's belt coming off. Thought sweet mommy didn't have it in her? Guess you and Vaquera were wrong. Dead wrong, little boy…"

  He started to get the belt. A complete recapitution of the hand series, now with the doubled over thick leather strap I wore around my waist. I got the squirming and high pitched squealing of anticipation of its arrival on his ass.

  "That? Was for ignoring my warning. Never again, ignore any warning I give you. Those polite suggestions are to help guide you. Let me guide you now…"

  Longer belt time.

  "That? Was for making fun of me, to my face, calling mommy names. You never make fun of me until this is over. You never call me names until this is over. Ever. Let me help you remember that one… its very important…"

  Much harder and longer belt time.

  "That? Was for the sass… now is your ass listening? Because your ears sure don't. Let me make it loud and clear to your ass… don't ever correct me again until you're out of preseason camp, you dirty little slut…"

  Epic belt time. High pitched screeching to go with it. Delicious. Yum. I was wet.

  "Now. What would your ever so precious, sweet Vaquera do, hmm? Let… me… think about it. Oh, that's right. She would give you, the big brush. Wouldn't she? Sure she would. And then I saw how much you loved her for it, so, I want loved like that…"

  I gave him several swats on alternating cheeks with the new, big brush. That just hit it out of the park.

  "Ignoring my warning? Never ignore any polite suggestion I ever make, you dirty little slut…"

  More swats, hard fast ones. Beyond epic reaction, and what else would any audience member expect by now.

  "Never, ever, make fun of me and call me names until you're out of the doghouse…"

  Even more, faster and harder.

  "That? Was brought to you by sass mouth. Another fine product, brought to you from? Slut industries."

  I finished up with those over the head gigantic swats, and more of them in a row than anything yet given to his ass.

  "And that? Well… that's for the next time you get any of these bright ideas."

  I stood him up, and sat there. Threatening to give it to him all over again, from the top, if he didn't knock the whiny shit off quicker than usual.

  I took one cuff off of one ankle and one wrist. I sat him down in the chair I vacated. I cuffed his ankles under the chair, around the cross member underneath, ankles up off the ground and back. This guaranteed all his weight was on his ass and he couldn't lift up. The crying would never stop like this. Wrists behind his back, around the central vertical back support.

  Then I went and got on the far end of the couch, so I could see the TV around him. When the soft crying wouldn't quit? I just put a DVD on and watched a movie. I ignored him. I simply turned the volume up to drown it out.

  I went out for a cold soda, and on the way out smacked him smartly across the mouth when I paused at him crying.

  "Make fun of me, huh?"

  I did it again on the way back in. Nothing impressive, just an attention getting sort of face swat, not a mark leaving thing.

  "Making fun of soft mommy… brilliant work there."

  Eventually the movie was over. I extended the time, by watching one of those little "making of" miniature documentaries on the special features menu. Then, I was done.

  "You. I'm letting you off the chair. But to keep you out of trouble? Keep a sock in it. The socks come out? The brush goes right on your ass. Dare me. I'm not putting up with this shit."

  I got my cuffs back, and took them over with me to sit there where I was.

  "You. Go stand in the corner. Fingers ced, behind your head. No? Better yet, kneel there. I'll tell you when naughty corner is done. You move a muscle? Brush. Stay."

  I watched another DVD.

  "Your ass? Looks really precious right now. If you want some more of the same? Try not listening again. I dare you."

  "Wow. I can do without a pair of used socks, but I guess what they say really is true. Silence is golden. Keeping you out of more trouble."

  Time for another mini documentary on the making of… a shit movie I was just killing time with. Another cold drink. I walked up behind him, and opened the can on the back of his neck, so he could feel the cold spray.

  "Mm. Really hits the spot. How's my dirty socks taste. Huh."

  "All right, slut. Naughty time out corner? Done. Get the hell over here."

  I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ground at my feet.

  "Stay. Those? Stay in. And you're lucky? You're not enjoying an eight hour soap in the mouth fun time. And don't tempt me, that sounds really appealing to watch that fun show again. Mm. We might go there. Eyes down."

  I felt little kisses, but with just the nose and socks rubbing on my bare feet. I kicked at him, irritated.

  "Don't even think about giving me those little kisses. You don't get to please me. You know, I'm not so much mad any more? As I am… really disappointed in you."

  I screen-cast off of my phone, his most recent punishment. I rewound it, making him watch it several times.

  Approaching a couple hours now with my used socks in his mouth. They would be soaked now. He'd be dry mouthed, and they're soaking wet. He has no choice but to suck on them. Gross.

  "All right. Time to eat. Follow sweet mommy to the kitchen. Let's see how much of a pushover she is, hmm? Now. I'm having instant fvored oatmeal. Oh, that's right. One of your favorites. Well? Let's let sweet mommy just spoil you and reward you for your bad behavior. Follow me…"

  He followed me upstairs. I had one of the two empty bowls out for the instant fvored oatmeal. I took the socks out. Gross.

  "You? Can guess what's coming. You want to talk to me, like I'm some kind of dog? You can drink like one. Get a drink. Go."

  He drank the water, that he knew still had that tiny squirt of pee in it.

  "Watch…"

  I filled up the empty bowl, with water from the bowl he had just drank from.

  "Drop those gross socks? In the washer. Then follow me."

  Back downstairs, I let him watch me empty the packets of instant oatmeal into his toilet water bowl, and make his that way. I tossed it on the kitchen floor, and he ate it off of my feet for a fork I fed him with. I made him clean me up extra good.

  This went on more or less all day. Ignored was the best he got, anything else was just another humiliation ritual, always in some way a reminder of what he had done that pissed me off.

  Shower time was fun. I put the chair near the shower door, and hung the brush on its hook.

  "You can see the chair, you can see that brush. And? you liked Vaquera's special attentions in here so much? Use your imagination what happens, if you mess one, single, thing about my bath up."