Chapter 4

We drove back to Thandi's house and she asked me to make dinner. While I busied myself in the kitchen, she sat at the dining table looking over a stack of papers. I was worried about some of the things that had happened earlier that day, and I tried to think about dinner, but I just couldn't lose the sense of apprehension.

Thandi came in and poured a glass of wine. "How's dinner coming along?"

"It will be ready in a few minutes, ma'am."

"You are going to turn heads tomorrow when you show up with your new look," Thandi said.

"I've got to talk to you about that ma'am." Even after every humiliating thing that had happened at the mall, I could only think of one thing.

"Is there a problem?" Her look suggested there better not be a problem.

I steeled myself. "Ma'am, I can't take those clothes home. My husband... he's out of work and he'll be upset about-about..."

"That you spent money. Why? It's your money."

"We don't have a lot right now."

"Leave the clothes here. You'll change at my house before and after work. Okay?"

"Thank you," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

"What?" I asked, hesitantly undoing my buttons.

"You heard me. Just because I said you could change here, doesn't mean it was okay. Now, take them off, or do you want to go for a strapping?"

"No ma'am." I was a blur. Within seconds I was naked in front of her, my clothes piled at my feet. The chicken breasts popped and sizzled in the fry pan.

"I'm afraid you've gotten me rather bothered," Thandi said. "Kneel."

"But the food-"

"Kneel NOW."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and did. She cut the heat on the stove down, opened a drawer, took out a wooden spoon, and stripped off her shoes and hose. "Time to test out those new fingernails little Pussy-girl. Go on do it. Get those nimble little fingers moving."

I tickled my fingers through the soft curly hairs of her sex, teasing her and making sure she was ready. I needn't have worried. She was soaked.

Then she leaned forward and... SPLAT! Pain radiated from my ass. She had spanked me with the spoon! The nerve!

"Look at me girl," she warned.

I did. It was difficult. You understand. I was on my knees, and she was standing there with her breasts in the way. I did my best, watching her from between her cleavage, with my fingers fumbling around, trying to bring her off, but having no such luck.

The look of displeasure on her face grew more and more pronounced, while I grew more and more frightened. Afraid of what she would do to 'motivate' me.

I soon found out when she leaned forward and rained blows down on my helpless and exposed bottom. My chance of bringing her off grew even more hopeless. I could barely reach her with her leaning forward as she was and the blows to my ass didn't help matters.

Tears of despair welled in my eyes and my ass burned. What could I possibly do?

"Girl you better figure out a way to entice me, cause your fingers aren't doing shit," Thandi said.

I did the only thing I could think of, I threw my arms around her dark thigh and begged. "Please Ms. Moore. I'm trying so hard to be good. I want to be a good Pussy girl for you."

The blows to my ass slackened. Seeing my opening, I sought hers, snaking my hand between her thighs, capturing her tiny nubbin between forefinger and thumb, and oh so gently manipulating it.

"Does that feel good Miss? Do my fingers feel good?" I looked up hopefully, my heart leapt as her face softened, her lips parted slightly, and she dropped down to her knees. I had done it. I had finally brought the bitch down to my level!

She must have somehow sensed what I was thinking, because her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a sly grin. She grabbed my ear and tugged me down onto my elbows. "Don't forget your place Pussy girl. Get down there and go to work."

She started spanking me again and I was in just as bad a fix as I was in before. I had to support my weight with one hand, which meant I could barely pleasure her with the other.

Eventually, I got around this by wrapping one arm around her waist, which I held her skirt up with, and with my other, I could easily pleasure her. This put me a little closer to the black bitch than I would have liked, but it was better than the alternative.

Even without looking at her face, I could tell I was pleasing her. I could feel it in my fingers she clenched with her sex, I could feel it in my arm wrapped that rode on her dancing bottom, and I could feel it in my cheek that rested on her thrusting pelvis.

She placed the wooden spoon under my chin and tilted my head up. "You still think I'm a bitch?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Good," she said, smiling down at me. "Then you're not going to be disappointed when I do this." And then she took the spoon and spanked me on my flank. Then again between the cheeks of my arse. Then my other flank.

Flank-arse-flank.

She repeated it this over and over again, the blows landing in the same place each time, while I pleasured her. There was no way to escape the blows to my flanks, and I hate to admit the way I escaped the blows between my cheeks.

Dear Lord, I arched my back and spread my legs wider, causing the flat of the spoon to land squarely on the sensitive flesh of my arsehole. I grunted as each blow landed. I felt the effects not only on my arse, but inside. I even felt it in my sex.

It hurt, but somehow, I craved more of this wicked sensation. I went so far as timing her blows and even humping my hips back and up as the spoon landed. Soon the blows stopped landing on my flanks, and rained one after the other on my tender nether hole. The pain grew more intense, but so did the pleasure.

"You're such a dirty whore," Thandi teased. "This is meant to be your punishment, but instead you like it. Just look at you humping your hips, you little ass whore. I bet you must have begged all your white boyfriends to fuck your dirty hole, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"No, Mistress," I gasped.

"But, I bet you wanted to," she groaned, pumping her hips in pleasure at the same time. "What stopped you? You didn't want them to know what a cheap whore you are."

"Yes, oh God yes," I cried, admitting the truth to her. The blows rained harder and faster. So fast I could no longer buck my hips in time to them, only spread my legs and offer myself up to her. I held on to her tighter, as my knees grew weak.

Thandi tossed the spoon away and pushed me down on my back. She climbed over me and straddled my shoulders. Her pussy towered over me. Over my face.

"That's it," she said. "Bring me off my little Pussy- girl."

I played her pussy like a piano, probing, thrusting, and manipulating her tender flesh. She undid her blouse and cupped her breasts, while she perched atop me. I watched her face. I had never seen her so out of control before. She bit her lip. She grunted and groaned like an animal.

I you thought for a moment, it would make her less demanding you were wrong.

"Fuck me you white bitch. Faster. Faster or so help me, you'll wear that belt for months. That's it. Right there. Faster... faster... oh-oh- oh- weeee!" she cried, as she orgasmed.

Afterwards, she bucked thrice and curled atop my head, totally surrounding me - enveloping me in her thighs - her stomach - her sex.

"Oh God-oh God" she panted, repeating it over and over again. It was hot beneath her, trapped under her skirt, as I was with her thighs on each side of my face, and my nose tucked somewhere in the region of her bellybutton, but I dare not move. Even though the very air was heavy with her musky fragrance.

And then... I don't know what possessed me. Maybe the fact that we had shared something wonderful, even if she had been the one who received it, while I had been the one to give it. But whatever the reason... I kissed her. I kissed her lean stomach and tasted the salty flavor of her sweat. I tasted something else as well. The flavor of her sex.

It was then I realized I was much lower than I thought I was. My chin rested in the groove of her sex.

"Whew," she said, sitting back up, her aroused sex still too close to my face for comfort. "That was a good one. I'm tempted to give you two points for it, but you messed it up at the end. Do you remember what you did?"

I wanted to whine. I wanted, no needed an orgasm. Needed it in my very bones. "No, ma'am."

"Oh, I think you do." She smiled, closed her eyes in bliss, made a V with her fingers, and licked between them lewdly in an exaggerated manner. "Ring a bell?"

I blushed. "I didn't do that. My-my lips were dry, so I licked them."

"That better be all you were doing," she said. "Cause this is bizness relationship. Keep your mind and your eyes and especially your tongue off of my pussy."

I realized I had been staring at her very well used sex, and tried to focus on her eyes, but her nipples were in that direction. What was happening to me? I wasn't sure, but I did know that if I didn't get an orgasm real soon, I was going to be in big trouble.

She stood up and helped me to my feet. I tried to dress, but she just tossed me an apron instead. It didn't hide much. My breasts were constantly falling out of the sides and my ass was bare. God, it was humiliating. We ate dinner as if nothing in the world had happened. It was overcooked and dry due to inattention, but by then I was so hungry, it was the best meal of my life. Afterwards, I washed dishes and began to dry them and put them away.

"Leave them, Tracy," Thandi said. "Let's get you showered and back home to hubby."

She led me to the bathroom and began to put a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists.

"I'm going to take off the belt, and I don't want you to get any funny ideas."

Take the belt off? I didn't have to be asked twice. I meekly submitted as she bound me and secured my arms above my head. Then she stripped and joined me in the shower. Her body was lean and athletic, yet she still had a firm pair of breasts and a large rounded arse. She lifted the key to my belt from between her breasts and brought it to my lips.