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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 43


“Where are we going?” I asked Mom.

“Terri Walcott is having us for lunch.”

“Will Julie be there?”

“Not today. Neither will Mike and Kari.”

I cut my eyes carefully at Mom. This was something new. I became 
a little uneasy wondering what was really going on. This couldn’t 
be just a lunch. While I prided myself at being sociable, I 
really didn’t think two grown women would want to sit around 
having lunch with a thirteen-year-old girl. On the face of it, 
neither would I usually want to have them as lunch dates either.

Obviously, something was up. While not knowing exactly what was 
unnerving, I was excited that I would be part of whatever it was 
going to be.

Mom interrupted my thoughts. “You probably ought to lock your 
bedroom door while you’re readying my diary.”

“Yeah, that was too close. Sarah asked what it was. I told her it 
was one of your old books from college. I hated deceiving her, 
although it wasn’t really a lie ...”

“I think you handled it great. If she asks about it, just tell 
her you gave it back to me.”

“Well, I did give it to you ... after she went to Jamie’s room. 
Thanks for putting it in the basement closet for me.”

“It’s fun working together for a change, huh?”

I snickered at her. It certainly was a nice change from the way 
things were before the past few weeks.

“Even if she had read it, you never used your name.”

“It’s in my handwriting, though. She’s seen it on birthday and 
holiday cards, and notes I’ve written for her and others over the 
years.”

“Do you think you might ever tell her about any of what you did 
back then?”

She seemed perplexed while thinking about that. “I honestly don’t 
know, Mel.”

“What about Jamie?”

“I think I’d sooner tell Sarah than Jamie,” she replied. “Boys 
are a different kind of animal.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Their brains and cocks are cross-circuited.”

“That’s not all bad,” Mom said, and giggled, causing me to as 
well.

As we pulled into the Walcotts’ driveway, I saw one other car 
that normally hadn’t been there in the past.

Mrs. Walcott met us at the door and led us into the family room. 
Waiting for us was the owner of the other car - Mrs. Preston.

“Hi, Melissa. It’s great to see you again.”

“Hi, Mrs. Preston.”

I glanced around the room. Mrs. Preston noticed, and said with a 
slight chuckle, “If you’re looking for a paddle, you won’t find 
one here.”

I half smiled in embarrassment as Mom and Mrs. Walcott laughed.

“Let’s eat lunch,” Mrs. Walcott said, leading us into her 
kitchen.

We all sat at the kitchen table. Mrs. Walcott had prepared soup 
and salad for us, which was perfect for how I was feeling.

As we ate, we made mostly small talk. Mom mentioned that we had 
plans to visit her parents. The Prestons also had plans. They 
were going to visit Mr. Preston’s parents. The mention of 
Jennifer visiting her father’s parents suddenly reminded me I had 
never seen my father’s parents. I really hadn’t thought about 
them for some time. I noticed Mom cutting her eyes at me for just 
a brief moment.

Mom then talked about the picture I had given Peter for his 
birthday and surprised me by pulling out a wallet-sized copy.

“When did you get that?” I asked her.

“Lori Taylor dropped by yesterday afternoon and left some 
additional prints for you. Anna was with her. She hated that she 
missed you.”

I was seriously thinking of calling Anna when I got home. I so 
needed to talk to that chica. I wasn’t sure if she would reveal 
anything to me, but I had to at least try. She was the one person 
my age I knew who probably could tell me about some of the others 
who were involved with my parents.

The ladies gushed over my picture for what seemed like an 
eternity. I didn’t mind though. Here were three grown women 
drooling over a picture of me ... with my clothes on even. It was 
a pleasant change for once.

After that, Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Preston focused most of their 
attention on me. I was beginning to feel like they wanted me to 
be their dessert.

Mrs. Preston was the first to cut the banter. “Melissa, I want to 
apologize to you about what happened last Sunday morning. For one 
thing, I didn’t fully understand everything you were dealing with 
at the time. However, my biggest error was doing what I did.

“I’ve been involved with BDSM for some time. I had planned to go 
much slower with you, but then I became so lost in the lust I 
felt for you. You’re a very beautiful girl. A very sensuous girl. 
And you were to be my first young girl.”

I glanced at Mom and Mrs. Walcott. They were watching me 
carefully.

“I actually should have known better than to assume you would 
like what I did with you, even though Colleen had told me that 
you are quite adventurous. She also mentioned that you had been 
spanked before and enjoyed it, and had seen her spanking Terri 
...”

I quickly cut my eyes at Mrs. Walcott. She had a slight smile as 
she looked at me. We had had a great time that day ... after the 
blindfold game at the Clarks when I had worn the hood instead of 
a blindfold.

“... I have had this fantasy of dominating a young girl like you. 
In my excitement about the sudden opportunity, I blew it. I tried 
to play a game I had imagined over and over. And because of my 
getting lost in the moment, I missed signals I should’ve easily 
seen. I was too aggressive, and I’m sorry.”

She seemed sincerely contrite. I remembered that morning quite 
vividly. She had used my making out with Jennifer as a ruse to 
discipline me. She clearly didn’t realize I had been on an 
emotional rollercoaster about Peter and her daughter.

“It’s cool. And thanks for the compliments,” I replied, glancing 
quickly at Mom to make sure she caught my good manners. “I think 
if I hadn’t been so wound up about Jennifer ...” I paused, and 
shrugged, not sure if I wouldn’t have reacted the same way under 
any other circumstances.

“I was still wrong in letting it happen like that. I should’ve 
had more control over my own self. While you were wound up about 
Jennifer, I was wound up about the chance to be with you.”

“Why would you though? I’ve been told you’ve done this a lot.”

“Not with someone underage. And certainly not a thirteen-year-
old. I was completely out of my comfort zone.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or anything.”

“Good, I appreciate it. I’m still very much looking forward to 
having you in my class. I want you to feel comfortable coming to 
me for any help that you may need.”

“Oh, I will. I’m determined to get an ‘A’, or Mom might whoop my 
butt!”

The ladies chuckled.

“Mrs. Preston, I’m just not into pain and stuff.”

“I now know you’re not.”

“Although, it was kinda neat having you massage me ... and use 
your fingers ... while you had me over your lap.”

“That was the one positive thing I learned as well,” she smiled.

I blushed.

“I wish I had a picture of that,” Mrs. Walcott said, smiling 
brightly at me.

“She is precious when she blushes,” Mrs. Preston added. “I’m glad 
we are still on good terms then, Melissa.”

I gave her my sweetest smile.

I asked, “Aren’t you guys ever afraid that people will find out 
that you’re swingers, and do sex stuff with underage kids as 
well?”

The three women looked at each other. Clearly they weren’t 
prepared for that question. After a while, Mrs. Walcott replied 
thoughtfully, “I’m constantly aware of the dangers of both, 
Melissa. While being swingers isn’t illegal, it could easily cost 
me my job. Brent would likely lose his as well. It only takes a 
handful of parents to make a teacher’s life miserable, and 
possibly him or her un-hirable. The competition for teaching jobs 
is bad enough without having a ‘morals’ issue haunting you. 
Getting caught with underage students would obviously end any 
teaching career and likely put any adults found involved in jail, 
too.”

Mrs. Preston snorted. “Yeah, tell me about competition for 
teaching jobs.”

“Then why do you want to take such a risk doing sex stuff with 
students?” I asked, looking at Mrs. Preston.

She took a deep breath and replied, “That’s why Carl and I 
haven’t acted on our fantasies so far. I think just about every 
teacher has at one time or another fantasized about having sex 
with some of her or his students. We are human and we are 
sometimes attracted to some of the kids we are teaching. I’ve 
been involved only this one time with you, Melissa, but one 
underage girl would be just as serious as dozens. I know it is an 
especially risky thing for me to do, but my husband, even though 
he isn’t a teacher, and I have developed a strong desire to be 
with middle and high school age students.”

Whoa. I couldn’t believe she was opening up to me like that!

“However, with the careful way the Walcotts, Clarks, Rayners, and 
your parents have gone about things, we feel the risk can be 
greatly minimized, if not controlled. But I’m certain I’ll always 
have the fear of getting caught lingering somewhere in the back 
of my mind.”

Mrs. Walcott added, “In just about all places, it’s also illegal 
to have sex with students which you have been given some 
authority over, regardless of age. I can sympathize with Janet 
about the strong desire to have sex with some of her students. 
I’ve been doing it with a few of them at times for a number of 
years now. You just have to be very careful who you become 
involved with. A student such as you, whose parents won’t go to 
school officials and the cops, reduces that risk significantly. 
But the risk of discovery is always there to some degree, 
especially if I were to get too crazy with a student. Most of 
what Brent and I do is away from school. However, it’s a lot of 
fun to be daring at school sometimes, even though it does 
increase the risk as well.” 


“I like doing things with you and your husband. The night in the 
Rayners’ backyard was a lot of fun.”

Mrs. Walcott chuckled. “Brent told me about the fun you two had 
in the hot tub. Too bad I missed it.”

She became serious again. “I still expect my students to earn 
their grades. That’s why having the student’s parents on board is 
critical. It would be too tempting for a student to threaten to 
turn me in if I didn’t give them an automatic ‘A’ even though 
they did none of the work or took any of the tests.”

“You could intimidate a student into doing more stuff though,” I 
said. “Just so they don’t get exposed as having had sex with 
their teacher.”

“It might work with a few students, but most know the teacher is 
in a much more vulnerable situation. Sure the student would be 
exposed. But everybody would assume that the student had been 
coerced into having sex by the teacher. The law automatically 
assumes that. The teacher would always lose that argument.”

Mrs. Preston then said, “No matter what does or doesn’t happen in 
the future between us, Melissa, I promise I’ll be fair and treat 
you like any other student. While I love the idea of having sex 
with someone like you, I would hate myself if it affected your 
education in a negative way.”

“I’m still thinking about some things ...” I said, not being 
specific. While it might be fun having some kind of ‘regular’ sex 
with her, I was still completely uncomfortable doing things with 
her behind Jennifer’s back.

Mom must have known what I was thinking. “Sweetie, I’ll support 
you in whatever you might decide to do with Janet, at school or 
home or elsewhere. Terri, Janet, and I have talked and I trust 
both of my friends to keep your best interest priority. Your 
school work always comes first though.”

Mrs. Walcott then said, “You will have to earn your grades, 
Melissa.”

And Mrs. Preston added, “If you don’t keep your grades up to what 
we already know you can do, any fun and games we may have will 
have to stop immediately.”

Mom couldn’t resist. “That also goes for any fun and games with 
anyone else, including Peter.”

She looked at me with determination. I swallowed hard, quickly 
recognizing the three of them were very serious.

“I understand,” I meekly answered.

Janet then said, “Melissa, if you don’t want to participate with 
me, or later decide to stop, I won’t hold it against you in any 
way. I know you’re growing up and just discovering many new 
things about sex, and I would never complicate your life even 
more by being vindictive.”

Mrs. Walcott indicated the same thing to me. I believed them 
both. As they had said, they were the ones with more to lose if 
things really went bad.


******


We talked a little longer before the ladies got up from the table 
and helped Mrs. Walcott load her dishwasher and put things away.

I tugged on Mrs. Preston’s arm. “Can I talk with you for a few 
minutes?”

Mom noticed and probably guessed what I wanted to talk about with 
Mrs. Preston.

“What a coincidence,” she replied. “I was hoping we could spend 
some time talking together about things that might be on your 
mind.”

Mom whispered something to Mrs. Walcott and the two excused 
themselves, saying they would give us some time alone.

We sat down together at one end of the table again, so we could 
be close together.

“Mrs. Preston ...”

“Please, when we’re away from school and it us just us, you don’t 
have to be so formal with me.”

“Thanks,” I replied. Taking a breath, I then said, “Jennifer is 
one of my best friends now. I would like to do things with you, 
but I don’t want to do it behind her back.”

“That does create a dilemma,” she replied, pensively.

“I know. The reason I feel this way is because of what I went 
through with Sarah after I became involved with her parents. I 
came really close to losing my best friend in the world. It 
really hurt our friendship. We were so wrapped up with hiding 
things from each other that we forgot what made us best friends - 
being able to be open to each other about practically anything. 
And, I don’t want to go through something like that with 
Jennifer.”

She looked thoughtfully at me.

I continued, “I think there is the real possibility Jennifer 
could become involved with my mom if you let it happen. I’m sure 
Mom won’t keep it from me. If Jennifer finds out about us on her 
own, she’ll feel totally deceived by me.”

Janet sighed and stared away from me for a few moments. Looking 
back at me, she replied, “I’m very concerned about Jennifer 
knowing things regarding the adults’ involvement with each 
other’s kids, like you with the Clarks and Sarah with your 
parents. My main concern is how and when to tell her without 
completely flipping her out ... not to mention Derek. He would 
likely enjoy all the easy pussy. I’ve overheard him saying ‘MILF’ 
to a friend just this week, but he would need to learn 
immediately how everything had to be concealed. It’s a lot to do, 
and if either one of them reacts badly, it could end badly for 
all of us.”

“The first step you guys should do as a family is to be open 
about Jennifer being a lesbian and you bisexual. Unless everyone 
accepts that without freaking out, nothing else can happen 
without it becoming a total disaster.”

She looked at me considerately and nodded a few times. “You’re 
pretty smart, Melissa. You also are very courageous to talk with 
me about this so openly.”

“Thanks. I just don’t want to see Jennifer hurt. You guys have a 
cool family, too. What’s good for my friend is good for all of 
you. Jennifer will eventually come out or realize she’s been 
discovered by one of you. I know Jennifer won’t have a problem 
with you being bisexual. She’ll probably be relieved she has 
someone within her own family who understands her. Your husband 
already knows. Derek’s reaction is the one we don’t know about.”

“I’ll talk with Carl and decided when and how.”

“Cool,” I said, smiling.

“Carl and I have been learning the ropes concerning about all of 
this primarily from Brent and Terri. It helps that they are 
teachers as well. Like I’ve said earlier, I’ve had fantasies for 
some time about having sex with my students. I like the idea of 
having detention for a naughty little girl and disciplining her 
appropriately in the classroom, and other similar things.”

I looked at Janet. “But I’m not a little ...” I stopped in mid-
sentence. She had an excited look in her eyes. I realized she 
really had a little girl fetish. A devious thought came to mind. 
Perhaps I could be even ‘younger’ for Janet if that was what she 
wanted. This was one time my lack of boobage would work to my 
advantage. I remembered that Doris had had sex with Julie when 
she was only nine. I giggled to myself thinking I could easily 
act like a giggling nine-year-old. Or, if that was what Janet 
wanted, like a crying and sniffling one.

“You know, Melissa, there are different approaches to BDSM. One 
of them I think you will find you could enjoy quite a bit,” she 
said confidently.

I bit my bottom lip, curious what she might have in mind. How was 
she going to spank me without spanking me?

“I want you to know that I’ve had no experience with what I have 
in mind when it comes to girls as young as you. I’ve had a few 
coeds pretend to be young girls for me as part of role playing, 
but that is it. So, if you decide to experiment with me, I plan 
to be extremely careful with an actual middle school girl. I’m 
really hoping you’ll decide you would like to be the pupil in the 
most need of ... ‘extra attention’ ... during the upcoming 
semester.”

“Janet, I have to admit I’m still not comfortable with the whole 
idea of getting whipped and disciplined. But I have talked about 
it with my mom and Mrs. Thomas. They said you wouldn’t really 
hurt me. So I guess I’d like to experiment some with you, and 
your husband, too,” I bashfully replied.

A huge grin showed on her face. “That’s terrific news, Melissa. I 
couldn’t ask for a prettier or sexier little girl to be daring 
with. And, just to help you relax about all of this, what I have 
in mind for you doesn’t involve a paddle.”

“No whips?”

“Not in the traditional sense,” she replied, with a gleam in her 
eyes.

“I don’t want to hide that I’m doing stuff with you from Jennifer 
though,” I reasserted.

“I know. I will talk with Carl tonight about how to approach 
things with both our children.”

I stood up and scooted over to sit in Janet’s lap.

“Thanks for understanding,” I said, and hugged her. Pulling back 
to look at her, I could tell she had not expected me to be 
sitting with her like that. She was obviously flustered. I 
decided to fluster her a little more.

Leaning in, I brushed her lips with mine. Her face followed mine 
as I pulled back slightly. I brushed mine against hers again. She 
closed her eyes and pressed her mouth a little firmer to mine. 
From there, we both began passionately kissing the other. Her 
mouth was hungry for mine. She held me with her hands on my side, 
very close to my breasts. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her 
hands around to touch them, just as the door to the kitchen 
opened.


******


“Sorry, you two,” Mom said, smiling, as Janet and I pulled away 
from each other. Without missing a beat, she continued, “Mel, I 
need to run some errands. Would you like to stay here while I’m 
gone? You could talk with your teachers some more.”

“Sure,” I simply replied, still feeling a little embarrassed 
about her catching us.

Janet added, “If you want, Mel, I can run by and pick up Jennifer 
if you two would like me to take you to the mall. I’ve got some 
errands to do myself.”

Mom said, “I can pick them both up later. That way you won’t be 
rushed doing your errands.”

“Too cool,” I stated. A trip to the mall without even having to 
ask!

“I’ll pick you up at seven, sweetie.” Mom handed me some bills 
and said, “Have dinner at the mall so you can spend some time 
with Jennifer.”

I was totally surprised. “Thanks, Mom, you are too cool.” I 
jumped up, hugged and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She 
blushed a little.

“I’ll call my daughter and let her know,” Janet replied.

“Sounds like a plan,” Mom said. As she began to leave, she told 
me, “Have fun, baby girl.”

As I walked over and leaned against the counter so I was facing 
her, Janet got her cell phone out and called Jennifer. They 
seemed to talk together with such ease. But then, she was being 
offered a trip to the mall as well. However, I hoped that it 
would be just as easy when they all had their big talk.

“She’s excited about seeing you again, Melissa.” Janet smiled 
nicely at me. “I’m really glad that you two have become friends 
despite the false rumors about her and Peter.”

“Me too.”

She put her phone away.

“Janet, can I ask you another question?”

“Sure, sweetie, what would you like to know?”

“Does your husband want to be with me? And is he into this BDSM 
stuff, too? Because if he does, I want to be able to talk with 
Jennifer about that, too.”

“He does want to be with you, sweetie. He isn’t into the ‘stuff’ 
like I am. He enjoys giving and taking some light spankings once 
in a while, but that’s it. Carl and I need to think about the 
implications of Jennifer knowing about all of this, and how to 
tell her. It’ll certainly be part of our discussion when it 
happens.”

“Do you want to have sex with Jennifer and Derek, or just with me 
and other kids?”

Janet blushed. “I’m not sure that my husband and I could ever 
cross that line with our children. But it would be nice if we 
could have sex with other people while our kids are in the same 
room or place together ... like the Walcotts ... and like you and 
Sarah are just now beginning to do within your families. We 
really need to consider just how to break everything to our 
children.”

Janet looked at me for a second and then took a deep breath.

“There is a lot to think about for Carl and me because it will 
change everything within our family. And we need a little time to 
figure things out. Will you please give us that time before you 
talk to Jennifer about any of this?”

She sounded rather anxious.

“I don’t want to hurt any of you. So of course I won’t tell 
Jennifer anything before you do. After she knows and is okay with 
it, then maybe you can then try some of your ... discipline ... 
on me.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I completely understand why all of our friends 
adore you so much.” She stood up from her chair, stepped over and 
hugged me.

I blushed.

“And I don’t want to hurt you either,” she said with a crooked 
grin as she held me by my shoulders. “However, I would like to 
show you a little about my craft.”

“But I’m really not into pain, Mrs. Preston.”

“Sweetie, you’ve enjoyed getting spanked, haven’t you?”

“I have. But there wasn’t any pain like when you used the paddle 
on me.”

“I know it was the wrong time and I came on too strong. You were 
soaking wet afterwards though.”

I didn’t know what to say. She was right.

“See, Melissa, there is a close relationship between pleasure and 
pain. Some pain can really enhance the sexual pleasure.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I enjoy sex without the pain.”

“Certainly. And I do, too. I don’t do this every time I want to 
have sex. But sometimes it’s fun. And I don’t really hurt the 
people I play with. Did you see any permanent marks on Terri? We 
have played a lot and for quite some time.”

I shook my head. Mrs. Walcott’s skin hadn’t shown any blemishes 
when we had made out in my bedroom or after the blindfold game at 
the Clarks when I had worn that hood.

“You see, sweetie, what I do is more of a mind game. Sure, I use 
whips and paddles and ropes and some other things. And for sure, 
there is some pain. Sometimes quite a bit with certain people 
that like it. But it is all about the unexpected and the unusual. 
Was the sex any different when you were blindfolded?”

“I was wondering who was licking or fucking me.”

“And it made the licking and fucking more intense, didn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

“That is my goal with the way I practice my craft. When you 
submit to me and I do things to you, then the sex afterwards or 
while I play with you becomes much more intense. And I can assure 
you that I am quite skilled. I know how far I can go with 
somebody before the pain becomes entirely something else.

“There are people that like to really inflict pain. I’m sure 
you’ve heard of people being called sadistic. They enjoy hurting 
people and inflicting pain. It often has nothing to do with sex 
at all. They show little regard for the other person and their 
well-being. And there are people who get some perverse kicks out 
of really getting hurt. They don’t mind having needles stuck into 
them, being hit so hard and so long that it breaks their skin, 
and so on. Breaking the skin causes permanent scars.”

She looked sincerely at me. “But that’s not what I do.”

“But my butt was quite pink after you paddled me.”

“And I bet when you got home that afternoon you couldn’t tell 
that anything at all had happened to it.”

She was right. But I was still not convinced I wanted to go 
through whatever she had to dish out. I had so much fun with sex 
already. Did I need getting paddled or worse to have more fun? I 
didn’t think so. But Mom and Doris had suggested that I at least 
give it a try.

“Melissa, do you trust me? Because I would like to show you some 
things I do, and perhaps you may want to try some of those, too.”

“Um ... when do you want to show me?”

“How about right now?” she asked, looking at me expectantly. “I’m 
sure Terri won’t mind.”

I certainly wasn’t expecting this! It dawned on me that Mrs. 
Walcott hadn’t come back with Mom. Where was she?

“Here?” I asked incredulously, glancing around the kitchen.

She half chuckled. “The kitchen would be a first for me. I know 
of a more fun place though.”

I looked down. I had a good idea of where she was thinking. I was 
a little leery knowing what Jamie and Peter had told me about the 
Walcotts’ basement. But here was a chance to finally see it for 
myself.

Janet waited me out. Finally after giving it some more thought, I 
decided to go for it. I figured I could always make a run for it 
if I needed to. And being a teacher, Janet had way too much to 
lose if she went too far with me.

I looked at her and we locked eyes. After a moment I said 
apprehensively, “I guess I trust you.”

Janet appeared very thrilled. She took my hand and led me back to 
the family room and had me sit on the couch. “Excuse me, please, 
sweetie, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait right here.”

She left the room and I figured she needed to go find Mrs. 
Walcott. I was still wondering myself where Mrs. Walcott had gone 
and why she hadn’t come back after Mom had left. Well, I assumed 
Mom had left.

Janet came back into the family room and my eyes went wide.

“Holy shit!” I muttered, staring at her.

She stood in front of me dressed in a tight black corsage and 
panties, her feet in shiny black patent leather over-the-knee 
boots, and wearing long black gloves. She had pinned up her hair 
and carried a whip.

Her whole demeanor had changed. She looked at me with a cold hard 
stare.

“Get up!” she commanded firmly. I instinctively reacted and 
complied. That whip looked menacing. It didn’t take any conscious 
thought to make that decision. I wasn’t taking a chance on giving 
her a reason to use it.

“Time for another lesson, you little bitch!”

Little bitch? What the ...

“Go!” Janet yelled at me, interrupting my thoughts, and pointed 
at the basement stairs with the whip. She struck the whip against 
her leather boots which made a loud cracking sound. Holy shit! I 
sure hoped she wouldn’t use that thing on me.

I wasn’t sure I liked what was in store for me, but at the same 
time I was excited to see the Walcotts’ playroom that Jamie and 
Peter had described to me.

At the bottom of the stairs I almost freaked as I saw Mrs. 
Walcott. She was completely naked standing in front of an X-like 
wooden cross. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the ends of 
it. She was blindfolded and gagged with a large red ball in her 
mouth. Some saliva was dripping from her mouth onto her breasts.

“Ah, the slave has been properly prepared,” Janet exclaimed from 
behind me, causing me to quickly turn around.

“Get naked!” she commanded me. “Now!” she yelled as I hesitated a 
little.

“Okay, alright,” I mumbled.

“How do you properly answer your mistress?”

I looked at her wide eyed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, hoping that was the proper answer.

“That’s better. Now strip and go over to the chair in the 
corner.”

I quickly undressed and carried my clothes with me to the chair, 
dropping them over the back of it.

“Sit!” Janet pointed at the chair. I could see the whole room 
from where I sat. There wasn’t just the cross to which Mrs. 
Walcott was shackled, but also a chest of drawers. I wondered 
what was in there. Janet had opened a drawer and was looking for 
something in it.

Close to me I saw a double bed covered with a black satin sheet. 
Some pillows were thrown on it. There was also the swing hanging 
from the ceiling that Jamie had described to me. I for sure 
wanted to try that swing sometime soon. It was the one thing that 
looked like fun. Perhaps with Mr. Walcott? He had been fun in the 
Rayners’ hot tub.

Next to the swing I noticed some cuffs attached to some ropes 
which ran through pulleys hanging from the ceiling. On the wall 
there were some hooks that those ropes were wound around. It 
looked like the cuffs could be lowered or pulled up.

In the opposite corner there was a table which was about waist 
high. Its top was padded and its legs angled to the outside. It 
looked similar to the saw horses Sarah’s grandfather had in his 
barn, except the top was a couple of feet wide. I saw shackles 
affixed to its legs near the bottom and also near the top. If you 
were bent over that and fastened to its legs, then somebody could 
really work on your butt. I cringed remembering the paddling 
Janet had dished out at the campground.

I could picture some serious shit going on in this basement. I 
glanced back at the stairs. I was sure I could run if I wanted, 
but I was becoming more curious.

She walked over to where I was sitting. She stood in front of me, 
her feet apart and her hands on her hips.

“Today you will just watch,” she snarled. “So sit quietly,” she 
commanded and cracked the whip against her boot again.

I flinched a little at the sound. I really didn’t think she would 
use it on me, but it still seriously intimidated me.

She suddenly grinned at me. “Surprised?” she asked me sweetly and 
not with that demanding voice she had just ordered me around 
with.

“Yeah!” I blurted out, relaxing a little. After a moment, I 
grinned back at her. She seemed pleased that she had been able to 
intimidate me. I was definitely confused about what I was 
feeling. My body was tingling. But I was still very apprehensive 
about what would happen next, even though I was supposedly just 
going to watch.

“Your mom got Terri ready for me after they left the kitchen so 
we could talk. Earlier this morning I called your mom, and we 
conspired to let you see this.”

Janet had a huge shit eating grin on her face.

“So just watch, sweetie, and if you have any questions, I will 
answer them. Okay?”

I nodded. “What’s with your outfit? Why aren’t you naked?”

“Do I make more of an impression naked or in this black outfit?”

“Definitely in that,” I answered, cocking my head with my 
forehead creased as I looked her over again.

“You see, it’s part of the mind game we talked about earlier. I 
feel different wearing this, and so does the person whom I play 
with when he or she sees me wearing it.”

“But Mrs. Walcott is blindfolded. She won’t see you wearing it.”

“But you’re watching. Terri agreed to let you watch what we do 
together, but she’s a little embarrassed about you seeing her 
like this.”

“I can leave. I don’t want to be here if it embarrasses her.”

“I said she agreed. She’s fine with you watching. So you can 
stay.” She leaned closer to me and softly added, “She’s getting 
off on the idea of you watching her, without being able to see 
your reactions.”

I scrunched my lips. Whatever floats your boat, I figured.

“So ... do you do this often with her?”

She grinned. “We get together when the spirit moves us. But with 
all of us being teachers, we don’t have that much time during the 
school year. And it’s not something we want to do with kids 
around.”

She looked at me rather thoughtfully for a second. Was she 
remembering suddenly that I was just a young chick? Or our 
earlier talk about her daughter? I could only guess how Jennifer 
would react to knowing about this ... or even watching her mom do 
this!

“Do you do this with anybody else?”

“There’re a couple more people that I play with. But to answer 
your next question, sweetie, I don’t believe you have met them. 
So please understand that I won’t reveal who they are.”

There was yet another secret to be discovered.

She seemed to get back in character as she said, “Well, let me 
get started.”

Janet went over to the chest of drawers and picked up something. 
She came back over to me.

She showed me the whip she held in her hand. “This is a flogger.” 
It appeared to be made out of several strands of suede leather 
attached to a short handle. She let me feel it. It felt pretty 
soft.

She went over to the shackled Mrs. Walcott and started to flick 
the flogger so that the strands hit her tummy. Mrs. Walcott 
didn’t seem to flinch. Then Janet hit her a little harder and 
Mrs. Walcott moaned and moved a little. Janet hit her tummy 
several more times before she started hitting her breasts. I 
watched Mrs. Walcott squirm. She couldn’t move much with her 
hands and feet secured. I noticed that her nipples had become 
hard and pointy.

Suddenly Janet changed directions and hit Mrs. Walcott between 
her legs directly against her pussy. Mrs. Walcott moaned a little 
more.

Janet turned around to me. “This flogger doesn’t really hurt. It 
is just the thought of getting hit and not knowing if it will 
hurt or not that makes it interesting.”

She flicked the flogger again and again against the inside of 
Mrs. Walcott’s thighs and her pussy. Sometimes it seemed that 
Janet was more or less just swishing it softly, other times she 
hit Mrs. Walcott more forcefully. It didn’t seem to leave any 
marks, and the skin didn’t even turn pink. But she was really 
squirming and pushed her pelvis out so that Janet would hit her 
pussy more intensely.

Janet stopped and grinned at me. “The slave is getting turned 
on.”

I got curious how the flogger might feel.

“Would you to try it on me a few times?” I quietly asked, still a 
little apprehensive. But the way Mrs. Walcott was enjoying 
getting her pussy hit with that thing, it couldn’t be too bad.

“Well, you’re full of surprises, little girl,” Janet said as she 
walked over to me.

Standing in front of me, she asked, “Ready?” I nodded.

“Hands behind you head!” She had her commanding voice back again.

I folded my hands behind my head. All the muscles in my body 
tensed expecting the blow. I knew it would be different for me 
because I wasn’t blindfolded and could see it coming.

Janet flicked her wrist and the soft strands swished across my 
tummy. I flinched. It didn’t hurt too much. It felt a little like 
getting slapped with a wet towel when a locker room towel fight 
broke out.

She flicked her wrist again and hit me a little harder, but it 
still wasn’t really bad. The pain was nothing I couldn’t deal 
with. She hit my boobs and I felt my nipples harden. She 
continued to hit me a few more times. I started to squirm in my 
seat and Janet stopped.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“It’s getting pretty intense, but not in a bad way.”

“I thought you would like that. It’s certainly less painful than 
being spanked with a paddle, but enough to cause your body to 
react. Allowing things to build slowly allows me to read your 
reaction. Your face and body can tell me so much. It’s how I read 
Terri like she is now with the ball gag in place. I thought I 
might be getting close to your limit, and knew I had to stop and 
ask. We’ll stop there for now ... unless you really want to 
play.” She watched me closely.

“I guess you really are experienced,” I said, smiling. I hoped 
she wouldn’t take that word like Mom had taken it this morning. 
“But I think I’ll just watch today.”

She grinned. “Let me get back to Terri then. And you can take 
your hands down, sweetie. Although, your boobs look terrific when 
you sit like that.” She smiled and turned again towards Mrs. 
Walcott.

“Well, slave, it’s time to turn it up a notch.” Janet went to the 
cupboard and picked up some things. She walked back over to me 
and held out what that looked like four metal clothes pins. Two 
of them were connected by a chain.

She gave me the pair without the chain to hold.

“Nipple clamps,” she explained. “These are soft ones with 
padding. They don’t cause any greater discomfort than when 
somebody is pulling on your nipples and pinching them.”

I squeezed one to open, it didn’t require much effort. I let it 
snap on my little finger and it didn’t feel too bad.

“Can I try those?” I asked her.

“Do you want to?”

I nodded.

She shook her head unbelievingly. “Colleen was right. You are 
adventurous.”

Janet grabbed one of my nipples and lightly pinched and pulled it 
to make it stand out more. Then she took one of the clamps and 
let it close slowly. I sucked in my breath as the clamp took 
effect. It felt like somebody pinching my nipple pretty hard. But 
some adults had pinched them just as hard.

Janet watched me closely. “Ready for the other one?” I nodded.

She repeated the procedure with my other nipple. The weight of 
the clamps pulled on my nipples while at the same time pinching 
them tightly. I squeezed my thighs together. The flogger and now 
my nipples being pinched and pulled was seriously turning me on.

I watched as Janet put the clamps on Mrs. Walcott. She wasn’t 
nearly as gentle with her as she had been with me. Mrs. Walcott 
noticeably winced as the clamps closed. Janet tugged on the 
connecting chain pulling even harder on Mrs. Walcott’s nipples. 
She was groaning and squirming in her shackles.

“Well, slave, you were getting turned on too much for my taste. 
You like that flogger hitting your pussy, don’t you?”

Mrs. Walcott quickly nodded several times.

“You like having a little girl watch you.”

She hesitated but then nodded in agreement.

“She’s a very pretty little girl. She’s also very impressionable. 
You want me to do more so she can watch.”

She nodded.

“She’s a sweet little girl, and you want to corrupt her.”

Mrs. Walcott hesitated.

“Answer me!” Janet demanded. “You want to corrupt your good 
friend’s daughter. Sweet little Melissa. You want to turn her 
into a perverted slut just like you!”

Mrs. Walcott’s head quickly moved up and down.

“You want to come in front of her. You want her to see how much 
you enjoy being my slave.”

She nodded quickly.

“You want to come now. Right here in front of her.”

Another nod.

“It’s not time yet for you to come, slave! And I know just how to 
keep you from coming, too!”

Janet walked over to the chest of drawers again and picked up 
some cuffs which were linked by a short chain. Then she took one 
of the ropes that just had a clasp at the end and pulled it over 
to the cross. She took one of Mrs. Walcott’s arms out of the 
shackle and put a cuff around her wrist. She repeated the same 
with the other arm and attached the chain of the cuffs to the 
rope.

Mrs. Walcott still had her hands above her head as Janet loosened 
the shackles at Mrs. Walcott’s feet. Then she walked her over to 
the padded table and made her bend over and lay down across it.

As she fastened Mrs. Walcott’s arms and legs to the table’s legs, 
I figured that the heavy shit was about to start.

Janet picked up a couple of things, came over, and showed me what 
she intended to use.

“This is a riding crop, and this a leather paddle. You see the 
wide leather patch at the tip of the crop? That’s to prevent the 
skin splitting. You can probably still do it if you use enough 
force or if you hit with the cane part.”

She grinned. “I’ll show you what I do with the cane part.”

She walked over to Mrs. Walcott. Her butt was up, and with her 
legs spread wide apart, I could see her exposed pussy. I could 
see the fat outer lips but not the inner ones. Janet rubbed the 
crop just below the buttocks in the line where the thighs met 
them. Mrs. Walcott started to twitch a little.

“Getting anxious, aren’t you, slave?” Janet asked as she started 
to land quick soft strokes on her friend’s butt. I guessed they 
didn’t really hurt, probably not even as much as the paddle that 
she had used on me. Her skin hadn’t even turned pink yet.

But then I flinched as Janet hit Mrs. Walcott pretty hard 
directly on her pussy lips. She groaned and bucked against her 
restraints.

Janet repeated that procedure several times, gently rubbing with 
the crop below the butt, some quick light swabs on the butt 
cheeks or on her thighs, and then hitting her pussy lips rather 
forcefully.

Mrs. Walcott’s pussy lips were changing color, and to my surprise 
I also saw some moisture appearing. Janet saw it, too, and 
stopped. She swiped a gloved finger through her friend’s slit and 
smiled at me.

“Well, well, slave, what have we got here? Looks like pussy 
juice.”

She held her finger to her nose.

“Smells like pussy juice.”

She sucked that finger.

“Tastes like pussy juice, too. You’re getting way to turned on, 
slave.”

Janet picked up the leather paddle and started to slap Mrs. 
Walcott’s butt and upper thighs rather forcefully, moving from 
cheek to cheek, randomly hitting spots. Mrs. Walcott never knew 
where she might get hit next.

Janet was seriously practicing her craft on Mrs. Walcott. It 
definitely wasn’t my thing. But I was very fascinated by what I 
was watching. I didn’t know what Janet had in mind for me, but 
there was no way I was letting her get all freaky on my ass like 
that.

Janet then changed things up. She continued to use the paddle, 
but also added the crop again with her other hand. She forcefully 
paddled the tops of Mrs. Walcott’s thighs and butt cheeks. In 
between each strike of the paddle, she used the leather end of 
the crop rather hard on her pussy lips. Mrs. Walcott groaned much 
louder into her gag than before while pulling hard against her 
restraints. She was attempting to move her ass, desperately 
trying to avoid the blows of the paddle. She could only move a 
little though. She was at Janet’s mercy.

There was nothing playful about this anymore, the brute force she 
was exerting on poor Mrs. Walcott was causing me to seriously 
wince. I was definitely tempted to put a stop to things. Her butt 
and upper thighs were rapidly turning a rather deep pink, and her 
pussy lips were swelling and turning more of a bright red as 
well. I was beginning to squirm in my chair and pressed my legs 
together as if to avoid the pain that Mrs. Walcott had to be 
feeling. I sucked in my breath several times and shook my head. I 
for sure wouldn’t like that done to me. I took the nipple clamps 
off. This wasn’t for me. I was no longer turned on at all.

Giving me a quick look Janet realized that I was quite 
uncomfortable with what was happening in front of me. She stopped 
immediately and walked over to me.

“Melissa, are you okay?”

“No, that’s too much for me, I would like to go,” I stated 
firmly.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry you feel this way. Terri enjoys pain. She 
told me that you two have talked about her liking pain.”

“I know, but I didn’t picture it quite like this.”

“It really does turn her on. Trust me, I have known Terri for a 
long time, and I know exactly when to stop and how far I can go 
with her. This wouldn’t be the way I would ever treat you though, 
Melissa.”

“I wouldn’t go for it. I know that for sure.” My whole body 
suddenly shook as the heebie jeebies crawled up and down my 
spine.

“And I respect that, sweetie, I really do. There are several 
different approaches to domination and discipline. I’ve had time 
since Sunday to consider what would be most appropriate for you 
if we did get together. I’m quite confident that you would very 
much enjoy the more subtle ways. I could make domination and 
discipline a lot of fun for you. And you would find it very 
satisfying without the need for much, if any kind of pain.”

I relaxed some at what Janet told me. But I wasn’t totally 
convinced. The paddling had hurt and what she had just done to 
Mrs. Walcott must have really hurt like hell. I was having a hard 
time imagining a subtle way of doing what I just saw. I was 
curious though. But I wouldn’t like to be gagged. I wanted to be 
able to tell her to stop if things got heavier than I was ready 
for.


******


I heard footsteps from someone coming down the stairs. My eyes 
went wide. What was she doing here?

She walked over in front of me and smiled. She knew she had 
caught me off-guard.

“Kari?”

“Surprised?”

I nodded. Stunned was more like it. I also felt rather 
embarrassed that she found me sitting naked in a chair in the 
corner like some kinda doofus.

“You know about ... all of this?” I should have figured that Kari 
knew what was going on down here. Jamie had told me that she knew 
about her parents’ basement, and I had seen her dominating and 
spanking Julie. And all the Walcotts liked to play in front of 
each other.

“Uh huh. It was one of my own discoveries. You know all about 
discoveries, Mel,” she snorted.

I knew I was blushing. I had a reputation. At least it wasn’t a 
reputation as a slut, not yet anyways.

“Did you know I was here?”

“Your mom called me and asked if I might want to join in.” She 
smiled a little shyly at me. “She thought you should know that I 
enjoy this kind of thing too.”

Kari quickly got undressed and put her clothes on the chest.

My earlier conversation with Doris came back to mind. My mom was 
letting me learn about another little secret.

I had seen Kari dominating Julie though. I was sure that Doris 
had told Mom what I had seen in our home the previous Wednesday 
night when she brought me by after church to talk my parents into 
going camping.

Janet walked over to me and said, “I’ve been training Kari some 
over the past few months. She discovered her mom and me playing 
earlier this summer. She likes the art of domination and 
discipline. I understand you have seen her doing some things with 
Julie.”

What Kari was doing to Julie was one thing. Being involved in the 
same extreme kind of stuff Janet Preston was into was a whole 
different ball game. I blushed as Kari grinned at me.

“Don’t worry, Mel. I’m cool with it. You’re a cool chica. We’ve 
had a lot fun together already. I’d like to do more with you ... 
like just hanging out together.”

“But none of this stuff?”

She turned serious. “I’m not ready to do any of this stuff on my 
own. I’ve got a lot more to learn. Janet lets me watch whenever 
she can.”

I wondered just how involved Kari was with Janet, and especially, 
her mom.

“Have you done any of this with your mom? Or with anybody else?”

Kari shook her head. “Me, Mike and Julie don’t have sex with our 
parents. We all like to watch each other, but that’s it. I do 
some domination of Julie with words and a little spanking, but no 
serious stuff. She’s not into it that much.”

I turned to Janet. “I thought you didn’t do anything with kids?”

“I don’t. Kari and I don’t have sex with each other,” she 
adamantly said. “Kari and I happen to enjoy the same fetish. I’m 
just passing along my experience.”

“But why do you want to try your discipline stuff with me? Why 
not Sarah or Pam or Julie? They’re basically the same age as me.”

“I’ve talked with Maggie, Colleen and Terri about wanting to 
become involved with a girl your age. We’ve talked about all four 
of you girls. Your mother thought you might enjoy being first. In 
fact, she was practically insisting.”

My mother? Too cool.

“Well, that’s cool then. I’m just kinda used to being the last 
one to try something.”

“I was hoping it would be you,” she said, winking. “I think 
Kari’s happy about it as well.”

I glanced at Kari. I hoped she didn’t think I was going to 
volunteer to assist in her training.

“Well, we shouldn’t let our slave wait too long,” Janet stated.

She walked back over to where Mrs. Walcott was stretched out. 
Kari walked with her and watched as Janet opened the shackles and 
ordered Mrs. Walcott to stand upright in the middle of the room. 
She hooked her onto the rope again and pulled it taut.

Janet picked up something from the chest that looked like a bar 
about three feet long with cuffs on both ends. She showed it to 
me.

“This is a spreader bar. It can be attached to the slave’s ankles 
to keep her feet apart.”

While Janet was attaching the cuffs to Mrs. Walcott’s ankles, she 
explained to Kari what to watch out for, to adjust the cuffs to 
fit snug but not so tight that the blood circulation was cut off. 
She should still be able to slip her little finger between the 
cuff and her ankle. Then she tightened the rope a little more and 
explained to Kari that for the same reason the slave should not 
stand too long with her hands so high up.

Janet obviously knew her stuff. It would be easy to hurt someone 
pretty bad if you didn’t. Kari certainly seemed to enjoy learning 
from her.

Then Janet picked up the flogger and the riding crop again. She 
flicked the flogger over Mrs. Walcott’s breasts, her tummy, and 
her thighs. In between, she slapped her pussy with the riding 
crop or rubbed it through her slit. She gave Kari some pointers 
on how and how forcefully to use each instrument on various parts 
of the body, what signs to watch out for, and how to get the 
maximum stimulation to bring the slave off.

She also explained that a braided crop provided more stimulation 
to the clit than a smooth one. As she demonstrated it for Kari, 
Mrs. Walcott began moaning again. She even pushed her pelvis out 
to make it easier for Janet to rub her clit with the crop.

Mrs. Walcott was definitely getting really turned on. Her body 
movements became more and more frenzied as the crop hit her pussy 
lips almost constantly. It looked like she would come at any 
moment! I shook my head, bewildered that she could get off on 
that kinda thing. I wanted to cover my pussy just from watching!

I watched in awe as suddenly Mrs. Walcott’s whole body shook, her 
head rolled back, her pelvis twitched, and she growled through 
her gag. And just as suddenly she went limp in those cuffs.

“Kari, take the rope down, quickly,” Janet instructed her 
urgently. She moved fast and grabbed Mrs. Walcott to steady her. 
The tension of the rope lessened and Mrs. Walcott just let her 
hands drop down limply. She wobbled, too weak to stand on her own 
feet, and leaned against Janet, who removed the gag and took the 
blindfold off.

She tenderly rubbed Mrs. Walcott’s cheeks. “Good one, huh?”

Mrs. Walcott just nodded. She was panting hard and kept her eyes 
shut. Janet bent down and quickly undid the cuffs on the spreader 
bar. She helped Mrs. Walcott walk over to the bed and let her lay 
down on it. She moved up on the bed next to her and cuddled with 
her.


******


Kari grabbed her clothes and motioned for me to do the same.

“Let’s give them a few minutes,” she said softly, taking my hand 
and leading me to the stairs.

We both got dressed in the family room. Kari offered me something 
to drink which I gladly accepted. She brought out a pitcher with 
ice water.

We sat quietly as we drank some of it. I tried to digest what I 
had just witnessed. I didn’t know whether I should be disgusted 
or turned on. Obviously Mrs. Walcott had just enjoyed the whole 
thing, and had had a tremendous orgasm from it.

“Heavy shit, isn’t it?” Kari asked me.

“Yeah, I can’t understand how being whipped, spanked, and having 
clamps used on your sensitive body parts can be so satisfying.”

“I couldn’t believe it at first either.”

“How often have you watched them?”

“About five times.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel strange to see your mother get worked 
over like that?”

Kari looked at me for moment before answering. “You know, Mel, 
being the oldest I have always enjoyed ordering my brother and 
sister around. But when I accidentally walked in on Janet playing 
with Mom, I almost freaked out completely. Yet at the same time I 
was turned on in a strange way. I wasn’t turned on the same way I 
get turned on when I want to have sex with a guy. Watching them 
got to something much deeper in me.

“They didn’t notice me right away. I couldn’t get myself to run 
off. Instead I felt myself drawn to the scene. But then again it 
was my mother that was being hit hard. Yet I saw that she liked 
it. That left me very confused.”

“I can believe that, I’m very confused about I saw today, too.”

Kari smiled at me sympathetically. “Yeah, I bet you are. After I 
saw my mother and Janet that first time, we talked about it, 
especially about my feelings. They offered to let me watch the 
next time they played. Janet explained a lot to me then about the 
connection between pain and pleasure. I was hooked after that.”

She took a sip of water. “And whether you believe it or not, Mel, 
I have a tremendous amount of respect for my mother that she can 
take such pain. We have become much closer than we’ve ever been 
through our shared fetish.”

“Have Julie and Mike watched, too?”

She shook her head. “My father has drawn the line there. Mike 
isn’t into stuff like that. He likes straight sex, baseball, 
video games, and his guitar. And Julie is too young. I order her 
around and sometimes I spank her a little.”

Julie wasn’t much younger than me. I wondered if Kari thought I 
was too young as well.

“The other week at our house, her butt looked pretty well worked 
over,” I pointed out.

“Her butt turns pink and red rather quickly. It doesn’t take much 
to get it that way. It often looks worse than it actually was.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.

Janet and Mrs. Walcott came up the stairs. Mrs. Walcott was 
wrapped in a terry cloth robe and looked still a little out of 
it. But she gave me a shy grin.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Walcott asked me a little weakly.

“Maybe I should ask you,” I countered a little concerned.

She nodded her head. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. A little tired, but 
otherwise fine. I guess knowing you were watching me made it a 
little more intense.” She sat down somewhat gingerly. “I’d like 
some water, too, please.”

Kari got two more glasses and filled them. Janet excused herself 
to change back into her regular clothes. A few minutes later she 
joined us again, fully dressed with her hair down, and carrying a 
small suitcase.

As she sat down she sipped some water and then looked at me. 
“Sweetie, how do you feel about what you saw?”

I thought about it for a minute. I began to realize that just 
about everyone had some type of fetish or kinky secret that could 
hurt or embarrass them if publicly known. That included me and my 
closest friends. After what I had just witnessed, I knew I didn’t 
want to be hit like Mrs. Walcott. On the other hand she seemed to 
have had a tremendous orgasm. To each their own, I supposed.

“That was pretty wild. I felt quite uncomfortable even just 
watching it. I know for sure that I’m not into pain like you 
guys.”

Janet eyed me closely. “Terri enjoys pain at a certain level. She 
is what is known as a masochist.”

“And you’re the sadistic one,” I said.

“I’m a sadist. It takes both to do S&M,” she smiled. “What I’d 
like to try with you is completely different.”

“Is it S&M too?”

“No, with you I would go more for the B&D stuff, some bondage and 
discipline. You’re definitely not a submissive. But I do believe 
you like to lose control at times.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“When I spanked you last Sunday morning, you became very wet.”

I cautiously nodded, hoping I wasn’t giving the impression that I 
enjoyed the way she had spanked me.

“Remember I asked if you liked what I’d done? You didn’t say you 
liked being spanked. You said something else.”

“I liked your fingers inside my pussy and butt.”

“What else was I doing while I was fingering you?”

“You had me across your lap,” I replied, not sure how that made a 
difference.

“Would you like that feeling again? The one that made you so 
wet?”

“Well ... yeah!”

“Remember how you even stood up to me, saying you planned on 
kissing Jennifer a lot, knowing my threat was to spank you 
again?”

I did remember. I also remembered being ready to make a run for 
it, too.

I nodded.

“What if you could have that feeling doing something a little 
different?”

I bit my lip. “I’m sure I’d like to try some of the other things 
you could do,” I said a little reluctantly. I smirked at her, “As 
long as I can sit down on my butt when it’s all over.”

They all chuckled.

“I promise, Melissa,” Janet said. “Your butt will be more than 
fine afterwards.”

Kari got into our conversation. “Mel, Janet is an expert at what 
she does. We talked during the week about your personality and 
what we think you would and wouldn’t like.”

“So you know what she has planned for me?” I was stunned that 
Janet would discuss that with her. It wouldn’t have surprised me 
if she had talked to Mom, Doris or Mrs. Walcott. But with Kari?

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

”Mel, I’m keeping that a secret for now, but I can promise you 
that you will have a great time.”

“Thanks a lot,” I said kinda caustically.

“Mel, when I’ve said you’ll have a great time, have I ever failed 
you?”

I sighed. She had a point there.

I looked at Janet. “What do you get out of it? I mean, you 
whooped my butt last Sunday, and you did way more with Mrs. 
Walcott just now, but I didn’t see you having an orgasm either 
time.”

She smiled at me. “Today we just wanted to show you some things. 
Normally I would have played much longer with the person I’m 
dominating, and I wouldn’t have let Terri cum that soon either. 
We could have taken some breaks in between. Then I would have had 
Terri lick my boobs and my pussy to bring me off, while using the 
riding crop or the flogger or something else on her, before I 
would have allowed her to orgasm. But this wasn’t about me, this 
was about you.”

I nodded.

“When we were camping, the situation was as new for me as it was 
for you. I had never done anything like that with somebody as 
young as you, and in my excitement I let things get out of hand 
by misreading what you would like. Today I wanted to learn what 
you might like and where your limits might be. I’m now very 
confident I know what you will thoroughly enjoy.”

Janet watched my reaction. I just shook my head. This was all 
very new to me.

She smiled. “So if you’re ready, let’s go get Jennifer and you 
can have some girl fun at the mall.”

“Thanks for letting me watch all of that domination stuff.” I 
said. I still wasn’t sure about what she had planned for me. I 
could have gone my whole life without ever watching what she did 
with Mrs. Walcott. I thought it had been quite brutal. How Mrs. 
Walcott could get off on that was beyond me.

I said my goodbyes to Kari and her mom.

Mrs. Walcott hugged me. “Don’t overthink this, Melissa,” she said 
close to my ear. “This is what I like occasionally. You’ll 
discover the games you’d like Janet to play with you. I believe 
she already has. She can make it a lot of fun.”

“I’ll think about it.”


******


As we were pulling away from the Walcotts’ house, Janet reached 
over and placed her hand on top of mine. I smiled softly at her. 
She was quiet for the first few minutes. She seemed a little 
antsy to me.

Then it became so obvious what was going on. She was more nervous 
about all of this than I was! She was trying so hard to establish 
something with me - a connection. Something like I had with 
Colleen and Doris. While my relationship with each of them was 
different, it was a relationship each of us understood. While I 
was much closer to Doris after all that had happened, I still 
really liked Colleen. I could be myself with both of them, and 
have some really hot sex too!

Janet was trying so hard to have something similar with me. I 
knew she was infatuated with me. I liked her. It would be great 
if we could play together whenever we wanted. I just wasn’t sure 
about all the S&M stuff.

I certainly wasn’t making things any easier for her with my 
insistence that her daughter know what was going on. I did know 
one thing that would probably help though.

I broke the silence. “Janet, I think Mom should seduce Jennifer.”

Surprised by my suggestion she glanced over at me.

I added, “Jennifer already knows Mom is bisexual. I think I can 
help make it happen. If she is involved with an adult, she might 
not freak out about you and your husband wanting to be involved 
with us kids. She also couldn’t complain about me doing things 
with you if she were also doing things with my mom.”

“I suppose it could make things easier with Jennifer,” she 
replied.

“I bet I could get Mom to seduce Derek, too!” I enthusiastically 
said.

“Whoa! Slow down, Mel,” she said, chuckling.

“Don’t you see? Neither of them could complain. They probably 
would be relieved to know they could do stuff like that without 
worrying about you catching them.”

“Like I’ve said, Melissa, I will talk to Carl about all of this 
tonight to see how we should handle things and how we should 
proceed.”

As we pulled into her driveway, I interrupted her thoughts.

“Janet?”

“Yes?”

“I know you want me to like you.”

She seemed a little embarrassed.

“I trust you, but we haven’t been together much. I need a little 
time. Your stuff is so new for me and so different.”

She squeezed my hand, and said, “I’ll do my best not to betray 
that trust. And I do hope we’ll become close friends.”

“I’d kiss you, but ... you know ... the neighbors ...”

“I’ll take a rain check,” she said, winking.

After blowing the horn, Jennifer came out the door and headed for 
the car. Mr. Preston stood at the door waving at us.

I quickly asked Janet, “Your husband isn’t at work?”

“He got off early. He’s rather anxious to hear about how things 
went.”

I snickered as Jennifer reached the car. I got out so I could 
join her in the backseat.

“How did you end up riding with Mom,” Jennifer whispered.

“My mom and I were over at the Walcotts. Your mom was there too.”

“Oh.”

I began telling her about this one store I wanted to check out at 
the mall, hoping she wouldn’t ask why all of us were at the 
Walcotts. I really didn’t want to lie to her.

“Jennifer, did your father give you your allowance?” Janet asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Where’s my allowance,” I whispered to Jennifer, putting my hand 
on her leg close to her pussy.

Her eyes went wide.

I whispered, “Let’s make out.”

Jennifer became all flustered. “What if Mom sees us?!” she 
anxiously whispered back.

I wondered what Jennifer would think if she knew what her mother 
wanted to do to with me.

I whispered back, “Wait till we get to the mall, there are a lot 
of dressing rooms.”

I sensuously licked my top lip.

"Mel!" she anxiously whispered back, quickly glancing toward her 
mom. “She can see you in the mirror!”

“She’s not looking,” I replied, moving my hand over her covered 
pussy, squeezing it.

As the car was about to pull up in front of the mall entrance, I 
slid my hand up her body, quickly sneaking a squeeze of a breast.

“If we get caught, I’m gonna whip your butt!”

Like mother, like daughter?


(continued in chapter 44)

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