Chapter 3

After a while, Miss gave me an order, “Go get the wooden spoon.”

Snapping back to reality, I did what I was told. I knew what she would do with the wooden spoon. I used it to lightly spank her bottom in the past when she was naughty, but I haven’t spanked her in many years. Even then, I just gave her a few little taps over her clothes. She remembered, though and I was about to get some payback.

I returned to the living room. Miss held out her hand without a word and I gave her the wooden spoon. She smacked her palm a couple of times then pulled me over the arm of the sofa. My butt made a perfect target for her. I kept my legs together, hoping she’d let me have that bit of modesty.

“W ... why are you spanking me?” I asked meekly, “haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t need a reason to spank my Mommy, do I?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and gave me a few playful swats on my cheeks and thighs. They sounded worse than they felt. Then she started increasing the severity until she started to really hurt my already sore bottom. I shifted my weight from foot to foot as she switched from swatting my left cheek to my right and back.

“Go find something else,” she ordered.

I stood and went into the kitchen. I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t give me any specific instructions. Was the wooden too severe or not severe enough? I just wanted to make my daughter happy. I decided that I should find something more severe. I rummaged through the utensils. Nothing really seemed more severe. I grabbed a metal spatula and started back to the living room.

Then I had a thought. I came back into the kitchen and grabbed a few more items. I thought this would make Miss very happy.

I returned to the living room and placed the items on the coffee table. My cunny was quivering in anticipation of her reaction.

“Wow! I asked you for something else and you brought me four things,” she said, “I’ll use them all on you.”

There was the spatula, plus a baster, a wire whisp and a cooking brush. The wooden spoon was still there, too.

She picked up the spatula and slapped her palm a few times, “I bet this will feel good!” she said.

Then the baster, “Hmmmm ... I wonder where I should put this?” she said coyly, looking at me with a sexy look. I blushed.

“These are interesting,” she said, picking up the wire whisp and cooking brush with a confused look.

“I ... I thought you m ... might w ... ant to tickle me,” I stammered in reply, my pussy drooling.

“Ooooo! Maybe I do!” she replied clapping her hands and hopping in place, “You’re such a good Mommy!”

I was so happy that I pleased her.

“But still no cumming for you!” she continued.

“OK, I understand,” I replied disappointed.

Still wanting to please Miss, I got back into position over the arm of the sofa, without being asked. I expected to feel the spatula on my sore bottom.

“Spread your legs,” I was ordered, “more ... MORE!”

I felt the spatula on first my left, then my right thigh. Miss slapped them to get me to spread wider.

“Ow ... Ow ... Ow...” I cried as I spread my legs wide.

After a moment, I felt what I assumed was the baster rubbing my cunny lips.

“You like that?” Miss said with a sexy little voice I never knew she had.

“Mmmmmm ... Yes, Miss ... Mmmmmmm,” I answered.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“Ahhhhh ... Mmmmmm ... Ahhh ... Mmmmmm” I cried and moaned.

Miss was rubbing the baster along my cunny lips while spanking me with the spatula. She got me on the edge in no time.

“P ... Please ... I...” I muttered.

She worked the baster over my clit and kept up the spanking with the spatula.

“I ... I’m gonna cum ... Please...” I wanted to cum so badly but didn’t want to cum without permission.

“Don’t you dare,” she replied, not letting up at all.

“Please, Miss ... Please ... I don’t ... I don’t want to ... I don’t want to disrespect ... AAAAAAHHHHH!”

In mid-sentence she pushed the baster up into my cunny and started fucking me with it.

“Oh ... Fuck me! Please fuck me harder!” I begged.

The swatting with the spatula stopped.

“Oooooo ... Here I cum...” I was ready to give in. One more pump of the baster and I was going to cum on it.

“Noooooo!” I cried as she pulled it out, “Please...”

“Naughty Mommy!” she said and laid into my butt with the spatula, “I said, no cumming for you!”

She gave me about ten hard, quick swats with the spatula and then stopped, leaving me panting there over the arm of the sofa.

“But I think I need to cum again,” she said, “time to break in the living room.”

While I struggled to get up off the arm of the sofa, Miss made her way over to the easy chair. She looked it over for a moment and then climbed up and knelt on the arms, her legs spread wide, facing the back of the chair. She inched back until her knees were at the ends of the arms, grabbed the back of the chair and arched her back to push her spread pussy out. Her lips and clit were dark and swollen.