Chapter 2

My phone told me there were seven minutes until ten when I reached the Fenton front door. I knocked and winced. My ass was still sore, but that wasn’t why I winced.

Grady greeted me from his open doorway. “Ah, Lila, right on time. Come, let me show you where your present is.” He led me to the front bathroom.

I didn’t dare step into the brightly lit room. “Just tell me what it is.”

Grady pulled me in anyway and pointed to the counter beside the sink. There, a black dildo wrapped in plastic, sat. “I figured you’d try to cheat me, but you’re only cheating yourself. I told Rabb that I’d go easy on you, but I am not a happy man.” He picked up the dildo and presented it.

I saw the flange at the base. My dildos didn’t have them, but my husband’s butt plug did. I retreated by one step, ready to run.

Grady grabbed my hair. “Get over here and bend down, bitch!” His voice was steel! He slapped my sore ass, and the pain was awful! He shoved my face upon the bathroom counter. “This is me going easy on you. You want me to get rough?”

I said, “No, Grady!” One swat was enough to cut through my chuff. “I’m sorry! I was stupid.” My body shook with fear. “I did what you asked about Nina and the baby.” I stared at the ass dildo. “We argued for an hour. I told you she won’t listen to me!”

The black man countered, “You will make her listen, but you have a more pressing problem at the moment.” He pulled down my pants and panties. “I don’t have time for your whining.” He thrust the large, black silicone plug in my face. “Kiss it!”

I thought, What? How stupid is that? I masked a growl by clearing my throat. Sure. Whatever. I puckered up and kissed the black tip. Is that all? I already knew it wasn’t.

Something dropped on the counter in front of my face. It was so close to my eyes, I couldn’t read the label, but I recognized the container’s shape. It was a jar of petroleum jelly. “That’s nasty stuff.” I said automatically.

“You’re the one who’s full of something nasty. If I wasn’t unhappy with you, I’d have helped more.” He popped the jar’s top off. The acrid scent wrinkled my nose. “Now dunk that plug, and then stuff it where it belongs.”

I stalled as best I could. The situation wasn’t dire, but the last thing I wanted was to get butt-plugged! “Grady, I ate a big dinner!” Just looking at the black, silicone knob made me want to poop.

“I don’t care if you’re full of shit, or not,” he said with a smirk. “You’re going to take this up your tight white ass, and you’re going to deal with it.”

I said, “Why are you doing this? I’m just regular old mom. Is this really about skin color?” My panic was growing. “I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot this afternoon. I accept that was my fault! I talked to my daughter, just like you wanted. I completely disagree with your choice, but I did it anyway! Don’t you care how much I had to compromise my beliefs to do as you asked?”

He answered, “Because, Lila, you’re a white bitch that needs to learn her place. I asserted my anal authority over you once. This is level two. I predicted you would defy that authority.” Grady said, his tone cold. “As for your beliefs and compromises, they don’t mean bull to me. Skin does mean something, but not what you think. White is the color of your soul. Now, get your ass on that pot, and if you don’t produce results in ten minutes, I’ll assume you like being full of it.” He struck my bottom again.

“AAAA!” My behind was so sore! But the man had relented about my need to poop, which surprised me. I was too afraid of the answer to ask how long he was going to plug me.

When he let go of my hair, I immediately plopped my bare ass onto the toilet. I nearly fell in! The seat wasn’t down! My butt and the back of my thighs wiped up whatever had spilled onto the ceramic rim since its last cleaning. It hurt like the hells too, after getting hard spanked twice in six hours! I began crying.

Grady called out, “TIMER’S TICKING!” as he was going out the door. He even shut it. “When I come knocking, you better be wearing your present, or I’ll pull out my belt.”

There’s nothing like pooping under pressure to give you instant constipation.

I’d heard it’s not good to strain when you’re on the pot. I was so afraid of him belting my bruised behind, I didn’t dare spend the seconds required to wipe off my thighs and cheeks or put down the seat. I girded my inner muscles until my face grew purple! There was something in me. I could feel it, but it was taking its time to move. I alternated between straining and relaxing, hoping to coax the doo out.

It was nearly impossible to relax sufficiently, because I kept staring at the black spade that was going to seal my nether hole, regardless of whether I pooped or not. The worse scenario was getting plugged just before my poop was ready to pop. I closed my eyes and practiced breathing exercises to calm my nerves. Oh, did I mention how bad the toilet smelled? Grady kept a clean house, but maybe bathrooms weren’t his tidying forte. Must. Empty. My. Mind.

The downside of mindfulness was losing track of time. I nearly cried with joy when not one but three plops sounded from the ceramic echo chamber. I wiped quickly and flushed.

Unfortunately, that was Grady’s cue to barge in, before I could deal with the plug. I could only hope it hadn’t been ten minutes.

Grady threatened, “You better not have been playing games with me, Lila.” He picked up the black plug and held it before my nose. “I don’t see any grease on this ass fucker. Is that how you want it?”

I blurted, “No!” “I was just going to lube it.” I pointed at the open tub of yellow jelly.

“Too late for that, Doll. Bend over.” He grabbed my wrists and yanked me into bowing by pressing a knee against my hips. “Spread ‘em.”

I started screaming when the tip was first inserted into my dry hole, and all the while he pushed it deeper, its girth increased! I was howling from sheer agony! “STOP! I BEG YOU!”

“You should have done as you were told, Lila.” He worked the plug home to the base. A searing POP sounded when my anus clenched around the stem. He ignored my howls. “We’ll let that marinate a while.” His anal authority exerted, he pulled up my pants and panties and motioned for me to zip up.

He led me into his living room. Each step was a new experience of pain as the dry plug’s flange rubbed against my aching behind and pulled at the skin. I couldn’t stop crying, and the world receded into self-escape. Reaching his leather couch, he grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees. I twisted and sobbed into a cushion. It was the room where he had first violated me.

Grady asserted, “You’re going to learn to behave around this black man,” as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. “I don’t want to hear another peep out of you, except to thank me for being so merciful.”

I choked back my sobs, but he wouldn’t get any thanks from me. I was thinking only of how I could prove his abuse of me in court. My colon felt like I hadn’t pooped for days, but I was as quiet as a mouse.