Chapter 7: Mother Punishes Her Bratty Slut

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

Natalie’s big, fake titties bounced and jiggled as she jogged on the treadmill. Her naked body gleamed with sweat. It was an inspiring sight to see. Two of the maids, women who’d been bitches and now served me in my home, knelt beside her, one patiently holding a towel the other a squeeze bottle full of water.

I couldn’t help but admire the lines of Natalie’s body, slender and athletic, her red hair swaying behind her in a simple ponytail. My cock twitched hard. She had made the last six months interesting. Natalie had an eye for punishing bitches and assholes. She delighted in it. After being bullied, she hated it.

Had creative solutions to it.

Just last week, when a woman had coughed in her face, not caring about spreading diseases, Natalie ordered the woman to fly to Africa and volunteer to care for the truly sick. Not the usual sexual punishment I would give, but the rude woman would learn the importance of covering up when coughing and do some good in the process.

Me, I would have probably just made her beg for every sick person to cough in her face so she could incubate whatever form of the flue they had. Probably have her be naked, just a pervert aching for spittle and mucus. Just the idea sickened my stomach.

Perfect for the bitch.

“What is it, Sir?” Natalie asked, not even looking at me. A smile spread on her lips. “Or did you just want to stare at me.”

“I do enjoy staring at you,” I said. Natalie was the only person I didn’t have to mind-control. She was like me in so many ways. “But it’s time. I found where Coach Schmidt and her daughter moved to.”

Natalie’s perfect stride broke. She snapped her head towards me, grabbing the handles to keep from falling as the moving tread pulled at her feet. She started jogging again as she fumbled to turn off the machine.

“Truly?” she gasped, a look of ecstasy brimming on her face.

“Truly,” I said. “Time to punish another bitch.”

Four girls in her past had bullied her. Coach Schmidt’s daughter had been one of the worst, always criticizing Natalie’s form in the gymnastic class taught by the mother. The glee on my redheaded lover’s face made me smile.

I never thought I could find a woman to love, yet here was Natalie. A ray of sunshine.

“Sir,” one of the maids said. She came in with a gym bag. “I have purchased everything on the list you ordered.”

“And did the clerk test them all out on you?” I asked the African-America maid. She wore a frilly, white collar about her neck, a white apron around her waist that hid her pussy, and nothing else.

“Yes, sir. He was very thorough.”

“Excellent,” I said. “You’ve been with me, what, a year?”

She nodded.

“I think you’ve earned your freedom. From now on, your that man’s maid. You’re going to love him, serve him, and beg for him to test every last toy he sells on your body. You’ll be there for any customers to see how the toy works by using it on your body. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Sir,” she said, smiling like it was something she wanted and not my power twisting her mind.

“We’ll need a new maid,” Natalie said as she was toweled off. “I hope we run into a bitch on this journey. Just the right sort of cunt to serve us for the next year.”

I laughed.

Once Natalie was showered and dressed, we left. I petted our bitch on the way out. I couldn’t remember her name any longer, but I’d met her on the same day as Natalie. The bitch barked, looking cute crawling around on the floor with her butt plug tail and makeshift leash and collar made from a jump rope.

“You, make sure she gets walked,” I said, pointing to a random maid. “You may enjoy her tongue, but only in the middle of the walk where everyone can see you.”

“Yes, sir,” an Asian woman said with small breasts. She had talked loudly on her phone in an elevator with me. No consideration for others. She thought being an executive for some dumb company made her special.

It wasn’t long before Natalie and I were at the airport. I didn’t need to go through TSA and my flight was always approved to go ahead of everyone. My commands were thorough. My pilot was a great guy. I straightened out his wife and made his daughter into his personal cock-sucker. He was a happy man, thrilled to fly me around the world with his wife and daughter working as the stewardesses.

It was a three-hour flight and was late afternoon when we arrived in the city where Coach Schmidt had relocated. A limo awaited. Natalie kept staring at the bag with interest on the ride to Prancing Beauties Gymnastics. She squirmed in her tight dress. It clung to her body and those big, fake tits of hers.

I hoped that the plastic surgeon was enjoying his rewards for the masterpiece he made out of Natalie’s boobs.

“Thank you, Sir,” she moaned as we arrived. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

I smiled. “It’s my pleasure.” The simple truth. My life had become somewhat boring and repetitive. Natalie added that zest. And it was fun punishing specific people. I had never been bullied. My powers had grown up with me. “Shall we?”

Natalie

“Let’s do those stretches, girls,” Alicia Schmidt said, clapping her hands and staring at the group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls as they stretched in their leotards.

Memories of my own childhood flashed through my mind. That was how old I was when I started training for Coach Schmidt and with her daughter, Alicia. It looked like my old bully was the assistant coach now, moving around in her own leotard.

She had long, black hair. Her boobs had blossomed, C-cups now, jiggling and round, verging on too big to do gymnastics. She looked fit, but not as athletic as she used to. It was clear she wasn’t competing any longer.

Gymnastics was hard on the body.

Coach Schmidt observed the students stretching. She had the same black hair as her daughter but cut into a short bob. She looked good, in her early forties and still toned and athletic in her leotard. Her boobs were smaller, B cups, and she looked in great shape.

“Vanessa, you can bend over more than that when stretching,” Coach Schmidt barked, the woman folding her arms.

“That’s right,” Alicia quickly said, marching over like she had spotted the issue. “Bend over. You have to have perfect form. You need to be as graceful as me if you want to succeed.”

“That’s right,” the coach said. Best student ever.

I wanted to gag. “Your daughter had the worst from in my year, Coach.”

The coach’s head snapped around. Her brow furrowed. “Is that you, Natalie?”

Alicia glanced at me and sneered. “You’re one to talk. You botched every landing you ever did. You never did it right. Girls, this is who you don’t want to imitate.” Her eyes flicked to my boobs. “And I see that you went the easy route to land a man. Fake tits and a rich guy, huh? Where’s the skill in that? Where’s the dedication. You never had the commitment to training.”

I had tried so hard. I practiced all the time, and even though I did better than Alicia, her mother never would see it. Alicia was always perfect. Had the best technique. Did the still rings the best, the pommel horse, and her floor exercise always “outshined” the rest. And how she gloated. How the cunt put us in our place.

“Girls,” the Man said, his voice calm, even amused, “classes are over today. Don’t be a bitch like Alicia. Be considerate of others, and you’ll go farther in this world.”

“A bitch?” gasped Alicia. She looked shocked. “Mom, he called me a bitch.”

Coach Schmidt marched up, her face darkening with fury. “What did you call my daughter? She’s a generous and kindhearted young woman.”

“She’s a cunt who bullies others so she can feel like she’s any good,” I sneered.

The exiting girls gasped as they rushed out of the classroom. They would grow up to be good girls, though. The Man had gotten to them young. Before they made the mistakes that had twisted Alicia into thinking she was amazing.

“I can’t believe you called me that!” Fury spread across Alicia’s face. “Mom, Mom! Did you hear what she called me? I’m not a cunt.”

“Of course you’re not.” Coach Schmidt reached me. Though we were the same height, she almost loomed. “I didn’t train you to have that attitude, Natalie. You were a mediocre gymnast at best, but that’s no reason to come here and insult my daughter.”

“Mediocre?” I arched an eyebrow. “I took second in our last tournament. What did your daughter place? 17th?”

“I hurt my ankle,” Alicia muttered. “That’s all. I could have done better.”

“And the time you took 24th?”

“Pulled a muscle. Right, Mom?”

“That’s right, honey,” Coach Schmidt said. “You’re the best girl I ever coached. You just had bad luck at tournaments.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So your daughter really is the best, huh?” the Man asked. I shivered at the pleasant tone to his voice. I could feel him setting the trap.

“Yes, she is!” Coach Schmidt declared

“So she could do an amazing job on the parallel bars?” asked the Man. He glanced over at the two bars, one higher than the other, that gymnast swung from in complex and exciting ways. “Even with a distraction.”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect.” He thrust the duffel bag at her. It had to have sex toys in it. But what type? “Open it up and adorn your daughter with those, and we’ll see just how amazing she is. And Coach Schmidt, you need to be honest and have no bias. View your daughter as you would any other girl you’ve coached. And, remember, she’s so amazing she should be perfect even with the distractions. So those can’t be an excuse if she fails.”

“She won’t!” the woman said, snatching the bag from him. She ripped it open and I smiled.

Alicia Schmidt

“Oh, my,” Mom said as she peered inside of it. “You’re going to have to strip naked for me to do this, Alicia.”

The sneer I had for Natalie melted off. “What?”

“You need to get naked,” Mom stated in that voice she used on her students. That cracking town that demanded obedience.

I flinched before it. She never talked to me like that. I faced her and trembled, seeing her had, brown eyes peering at me. Her breasts quivered in her leotard. I swallowed as she pulled out a vibrator from the bag.

“W-what is that doing in there?” I gasped.

“You’re not an idiot, Alicia,” Mom said. “You know what a vibrator is. So get naked so I can shove this up your cunt. I know you have one underneath your bed in the shoe box.”

“Mom!” I gasped, glancing at Natalie and the tall and handsome man she was with. He had money from the way he dressed. Clearly, Natalie had used her big tits to entice him into some sort of sham marriage.

“Strip!”

“B-but, I can’t—”

“I just boasted that you can do the parallel bars perfectly even with a distraction, and you are not going to prove me wrong!” She dropped the bag and the vibrator and marched at me. “I’ll rip that leotard off of you myself if I have to.”

“But Mom!” I whined while Natalie’s smile grew. She was enjoying this. That little bitch.

Mom grabbed my leotard’s neckline and pulled it down. It stretched over my shoulders and rolled down my torso. My breasts popped out in my sports bra. My cheeks blazed as she tore it down. This was so humiliating. The man and Natalie were both staring me, a slight smile on his lips and undisguised glee in hers.

What was going on? Why was this happening?

“Mom, you can’t mean for me to do the parallel bars with a ... a...”

“Vibrator shoved up your cunt?” she demanded. “I absolutely can. You’re going to do it and it better be perfect, Alicia!”

I swallowed, fear rippling through me. Of course, it would be perfect. I always did perfectly. I just had bad luck at competitions. Like the time that someone had left the bars greasy and I fell off. Or how the mat hadn’t been even so I tripped during my floor exercise. I was perfect.

Mom said so.

She yanked my leotard down to uncover my black panties. I swallowed, my cheeks blazing as she rolled my leotard down to my feet. I stepped out of them. I shouldn’t be doing this, but my mother was scaring me right now.

“Let’s get these off, too,” she said. “Why are you wearing such dainty things for practice.”

“I like how they feel on me,” I muttered.

“‘I like how they feel on me,’” Mom repeated in a sneering tone. “This is gymnastics. You should be wearing comfortable panties, not whorish things like this.”

“Mom!” I gasped as she ripped them down my thighs. My eyes bulged as my trimmed bush came into view. I shot my hands down to cover my pussy. I wanted to die of embarrassment. My butt-cheeks clenched as she rolled the panties down my thighs. I stepped out of them, whimpering. My bare toes dug into the blue exercise mat. “Why are you talking to me like that?”

“It’s how I talk to all my students who are disappointing me,” she snapped.

“D-disappoint?” Tears stung my eyes. “I’ve never disappointed you.”

“Did you get naked when I ordered you to?” she demanded and stood up. Then she shook her head. “Arms up in the air. Sports bra has to come off, too.”

“M-mom?”

She grabbed my arms and yanked them up so they thrust over my head. She shook her head and grabbed my sports bra. She peeled it off my tits. They spilled out, jiggling. My cheeks burned. I squeezed my thighs together. I was naked now. She pulled the sports bra over my head, rustling my hair.

“See!” she spat. “I have to do everything for you. I thought you were an adult. If you don’t want to disappoint me, then obey.”

“Y-yes, Mom,” I said, fighting back the tears. I wouldn’t cry in front of Natalie. I was better than her.

She had her arms folded beneath her giant tits, a smug smile on her lips. Why did she have to come here?

Mom picked up the vibrator. “Legs apart. Stop hiding that twat. I have to shove this in you.”

The man grinned.

I whimpered and spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This—

My mom thrust the sex toy into my pussy. She thrust it deep into my cunt. I gasped and rose up on my tiptoes. Then she twisted the base. It hummed to life. To my utter shame, a moan burst from my lips. Pleasure rippled out of me.

I started to grow wet.

My pussy clenched down around the buzzing toy. I whimpered as I felt it buried deep in me. I quivered there as she pulled out a pink oval from the duffel bag. It looked too small to be a vibrator. The man whispered in her ear and she nodded. She pulled out a roll of black tape with it. She shoved it against my nipple and then quickly taped it in place with an X. She pressed both ends of it.

It buzzed to life.

“Mom!” I gasped as it vibrated against my nipple.

Tingles shot down to my pussy, meeting the buzzing bliss the vibrator there churned up. I groaned, trembling. My cheeks burned as the heat built and built. Natalie licked her lips as she witnessed the humiliating assault on my body.

The Mom taped a second egg on my other nipple. I groaned as it hummed way, stimulating my nub. They both throbbed, drinking in the buzzing. My body shook, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. A sudden fear rippled through me.

What if I orgasmed with these humiliating things on me?

Then Mom pulled out a smooth cone with a handle at the base. She grinned and said. “Turn around and bend over, Alicia.”

“Y-yes, Mom,” I groaned.

Just when I thought this couldn’t get more humiliating, it did. I turned away from them and bent over. I felt my pussy and ass aimed at Natalie and her rich husband. I felt my butt-cheeks parting, my asshole on display. I was utterly exposed.

I blinked back tears. My body shook. I was on the verge of crying even as the vibrators assaulted my body. My pussy clenched about the thick shaft in me. My nipples grew numb from the aching buzz against them.

“Spit on her asshole for lube,” the guy said.

“Yes,” moaned Natalie. “Oh, Sir, this is so amazing. I’m so wet right now.”

“So’s my daughter,” Mom said in disgust. “You’re getting dewy, Alicia. Are you a whore?”

“I have a vibrator in my cunt, Mom what—”

Hot spittle splashed on my asshole. My mom actually spat on me. Then she pressed that cone. I realized it was a butt plug. I had heard about them but never used one. I had never done anything back there. That was an exit only hole.

Until now.

“Mom!” I groaned, the first tear spilling down my cheek. “W-why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re the best!” she snarled, twisting the butt plug to drill it past my tight anal ring. “And you’re going to prove it, aren’t you, Alicia?”

“Y-yes, M-mom,” I sobbed, the tears spilling down my face while my asshole stretched wider and wider.

I groaned as the butt plug popped into me. It was so thick, spreading apart my bowels. A round base remained outside, trapped between my butt-cheeks. Mom pushed it. The cone burst into wild vibrations.

“N-no!” I cried, my body shaking. The tears flowed now.

My entire body was under assault from the buzzing toys. I straightened up, my breasts swaying. My legs felt like jelly from the vibrating assault. I swallowed, struggling to stop my crying before I turned around. I wiped at my cheeks.

“Well?” Mom asked.

“W-well?”

“Stupid girl, the parallel bars! Start your routine!”

I flinched. Stupid girl? Mom had never called me that before. I was a smart girl. A good girl. I shuddered and stumbled towards the bars. I felt so ungraceful. I had those naughty toys buzzing away in me. My pussy and asshole were stuffed full. I couldn’t close my legs. My nipples throbbed.

I couldn’t do this. But I had to. I reached the parallel bars. I swallowed. The man, Natalie, and my mom were all watching me, judging me. More tears wanted to spring down my cheeks. I licked my lips. I bent down to a bag of chalk nearby and covered my hands in it, the butt plug shifting in my asshole. The vibrator buzzed happily in my cunt.

I grabbed the lower bar with both hands. I whimpered as I forced my legs closed. The vibrator and butt plug hummed away in me. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I drew in deep breaths, waves of buzzing pleasure rippling through my body.

Then I jumped and pushed up with my arms. I kicked my legs out to the side, groaning as the vibrator and butt plug shifted in my asshole. I swept my legs over the low bar and then grabbed it with the back of my knees. I swung backward, intending to flip up and grab the high bar.

The world spun around me, my barest heaving. Nipples buzzed. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the humiliating pleasure surging through my flesh. My legs spasmed. And came free of the bar before I completed my spin.

I hit the mat on my back, tumbling over onto my knees. I gasped, my bowels clenching about the butt plug. My pussy gripped the vibrator. I threw back my head, an almost climactic bliss rushing through me from the shifting toys.

“What the hell was that?” Mom hissed.

I flinched. “I-I have toys in my p-pussy and my b-butth—”

“And?” she demanded. “You fell off doing a simple trick. You’re embarrassing me!”

I cowered beneath her words. “I’m s-sorry, Mom.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean—”

“You’re sorry?” Mom sneered. “That’s your excuse for that miserable display. You think words can fix it. I said you were the best. You’re making me look bad. What’s Natalie and her friend going to think about my coaching skill.”

“That it can’t be good if you fail at something so simple,” Natalie said, such glee in her voice. She had her hand between her thighs, her skirt bunched around her waist.

She was masturbating.

“Get up and try again, you little sow!” Mom hissed. “And stop crying! You’re nineteen. An adult.”

I nodded and stood up, my shoulders shaking. The vibrators hummed against me. They made my nipples throb and ache. They felt so naughty. I swallowed my discomfort as I moved back to the lower of the two bars. I grabbed it, my pussy melting around the buzzing shaft reaching so deep into me.

I inhaled. Exhaled. Jumped.

I did the same mount as last time, my insides buzzing away towards rapture. The dildo and butt plug shifted around in me. I grabbed it with my legs and swung backward. This time I grabbed the high bar, whimpering. My nipples throbbed, my breasts moving. I hit the bar with my stomach, bending my body to increase my spin and...

I gasped at the buzzing rapture in me. I slipped from the bars again. I landed on my back, groaning. I lay there, couching, the vibrators and butt plug melting my holes. My nipples begged for release. They were all watching me.