Chapter 16: Mrs. Potter Lets Her Hair Down

"Let me put a little Vaseline on the hose tips and we'll get your little poopers all nice and clean," Mommy chirped.

"Thanks, Mommy," Kathy and Christi leaned tails up against the side of the bathtub. "This is so cool! Our bottoms will be nice and numb when Mrs. Potter tells us to bend over and spread 'em."

Christi looked over her shoulder at Mommy. "Would you mind not putting any Demerol in mine, please. I want to feel every delicious rip and tear."

"Why certainly, Christi," Mommy, smiled. "I guess you don't have a sensitive sphincter like Kathy and I do."

"Christi!" Kathy almost screamed as the tiny tube knocked on her tight backdoor. "You can't possibly be serious? She's going to put her whole arm up there!"

"Yeah," Christi said dreamily, "I know."

The girls had just finished filling Mommy when the doorbell rang. Kathy dashed downstairs to welcome their guests.

"Ho ho, Kathy," Officer Ray wrapped his arms around her waist. "Nothin' like being greeted by an eager suspect. Where's your Mommy, little girl?" He slipped an envelope into the top of Kathy's garterbelt.

"We're just giving her an enema to get her ready for you and Mrs. Potter." Kathy looked over at the tall woman with flowing raven hair who was taking off her coat and revealing a stunning, pearl-white body. She was nude except for thigh-length black latex boots and elbow-length gloves and a gigantic black phallic strap-on that rose menacingly from her womanhood.

Mrs. Potter took a black-handled riding crop from her purse, "well, Kathy, you look lovely tonight." She ran the tip of the crop across the trembling girl's left breast. "I see you've healed nicely from target practice."

"Yes, Ma'am," Kathy answered respectfully. "Mommy says we mend faster than most people." She was stunned at how different Mrs. Potter acted when she let her hair down.

"Hello, Officer Ray, we're ready to help you catch all those awful tiny criminals" Mommy giggled as she descended the stairs. She was a little wobbly from the Demerol.

"Ho ho, Kathy's Mommy," he bounded up the stairs to steady her. "And who's this?" the jolly policeman asked as Christi came into view.

"This is Kathy's little girlfriend," Mommy said. "Christi tells us we're in for a real treat, Mrs. Potter."

"My mom and I live down the block from you, Ma'am," the blue-eyed brunette slipped past Mommy and the officer and knelt humbly at Mrs. Potter's feet. "She always says how much she appreciates you and Mr. Potter taking time for a lonely widow who doesn't have a husband to keep her in line."

"It's my pleasure," Mrs. Potter cracked the crop across the cowering girl. "You're mother suffers so sweetly and," swack, "I see you do, too."

Kathy quickly slipped the envelope under a couch cushion while all eyes focussed on the delicate pattern of red welts that was forming like magic on Christi's back.