Call Me Mommy
by Marie LeClare
As I entered the adult store, my mind took me back to a few days prior when I had bought my first jelly vibrator.
I couldn’t take my mind off the mature lady that worked there. She had seen me looking at where they had the lesbian spanking videos, and had made some suggestive remarks to me that she should spank me for being underage and being in an adult store.
It’s true that I wasn’t old enough to be in the store but I had fake identification that said I was 18, so here I was back again, almost at closing time. Wondering if my appearance would interest her. Wearing a long skirt, blouse and flats, I took care in wearing my best underwear and a little makeup.
As I approached the counter shyly, she looked up, and asked if I came back because I wanted her to spank me. Looking around and seeing the store empty, I said in a very quiet voice, “yes”.
“Speak up”, she said, and I said “yes”.
Unsure what to do I just stood there waiting for her next command.
“Will you agree to serve me?” she said.
Nodding my head, I replied weakly “yes”.
“Then come around the counter here and kneel while I lock the door” she said.
As I knelt on the filthy old wooden floor, I wondered if I was doing the right thing as I waited for her return, not knowing what was coming next.
Upon her return she told me to wet my lips and beg for a spanking, and to end each sentence with the word Mommy. I said, “I’m a naughty little girl that needs a spanking Mommy”.
With that she took me by the hand and led me towards her office. As we were walking I kept thinking of the first time an older woman had spanked me and made me pleasure her.
I had just had my 13th birthday and was babysitting for the new lady down the street. After I had put the baby down I turned on the TV but they didn’t have cable so I couldn’t get MTV and I was bored. So getting up to see what I might do, my eye caught the glimpse of something under the cushion of the couch. As I lifted the cushion up I saw it was a lesbian magazine, with one of the pages folded back.
On the page I saw this naked woman bending over and getting a spanking from the other naked woman. As I skimmed through the pages I slipped my hand down the front of my jeans and rubbed my pussy, thinking I would be safe for hours.
I hadn’t heard her come in the side door and there she was standing by the kitchen looking at me. I almost hurt myself jerking my hand out of my pants when she said, “you’re a little pervert. I’m going to call your mother this instant”.
“Oh please don’t call my mother she’ll kill me. I’ll do anything”, I said.
“Anything?” she asked.
“Yes anything, but please don’t call my mother,” I said.
“Fine” she said, “since you like spankings so much that’s what I’m going to do”.
Taking me into her bedroom she made me undress and hiked up her dress before laying me over her lap. As she spanked me I wondered how this could be sexy, but the more she spanked, and I could hear her breath get shallow, the hotter I was getting. Until she stopped and told me to kneel in front of her and pleasure her pussy.
As I knelt in front of her I reached to finger her pussy, touching it with my finger, but she stopped me, saying, “Not with you finger I want your tongue. Now lick me.”
Never having done this before, she had to direct where she wanted to be licked. I wanted to finger myself as I was licking but I didn’t think she would let me. After all this was supposed to be a punishment or so I thought.
After she had her orgasm, and I suspected more than one, she had me get dressed, and told me to go home, but told me she would call me, because she wasn’t finished with me. At home, after I had masturbated furiously I went to sleep thinking about spankings.
As we entered the spacious office, she ordered me to undress, and seemed pleased that I was shy and had dressed modestly. After I had taken off my last stitch of clothing, she told me to bend over the desk and spread my legs.
As I bent over the desk and parted my legs I asked if they were far enough apart, and found out by her rough handling that they weren’t, and was reminded to call her Mommy.
Before she set out to spank me she had me kiss her hand and to tell her if it hurt. Feeling her hand rubbing and caressing my ass I thought she wont spank me hard, until the first blow contacted my ass. I flinched but didn’t utter a word.
With each blow she had me count, and tell her that I was a naughty little girl that needed a spanking. I could feel the pain slowly with every spank, change to extreme pleasure, until I wanted more and more, but she stopped at 20, wanting to give me another 10 with a leather paddle.
Holding the leather paddle to my mouth she told me to kiss it, and after the first painful blow the telephone rang, and she stopped to answer it.
I could tell it was another woman she was talking to because she told her she was giving a naughty little girl a spanking, and then she put it on the speakerphone.
The woman on the phone asked me what was happening, and I told her I was a naughty little girl and Mommy had made me undress and was giving me a spanking.
The woman on the phone then asked me if it made my little pussy feel good, but before I could answer Mommy had brought the leather paddle down hard on my ass. Time and time again the skin jumped on my ass as the paddle made contact. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
I could feel Mommy place her hand on my pussy and found it sopping wet, to which she said out loud “she’s soaking wet”.
Then Mommy asked me how I wanted to thank her for spanking me, as she sat back and hiked up her skirt, and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I knew what she wanted and asked if I could kiss and lick her pussy, and nodding she had me kneel in front of her and pulled my hair to bring my head forward.
As I licked her hairy pussy, I could feel my pussy leaking, and before I could ask permission to finger myself, the voice came over the phone, “Finger fuck yourself honey as you lick her, and I’ll finger fuck myself too.”
With that I licked her pussy furiously, and slipped my hand between my legs and felt my wetness, before slipping my finger in my pussy as deep as I could, and plunging it in and out, in a state of urgency.
As I finger fucked my pussy and let my tongue explore every crevice of Mommy’s pussy, she would lift her ass off the chair and pull my hair tighter, until all at once she started to cum. As she squirted her pussy juice into my mouth, I moaned into her pussy as I came strong.
Screaming “I’m cumming!” Mommy hungup the phone, and let me get dressed to go home.