Nov 2, 2010: Mavis

After begging and pleading and jumping through hoops to avoid wearing just a sweater down there, I arrived in raincoat, hose and heels and wearing the bunny tail. At Jody’s insistence, I carried a copy of my time with mw last month to share with Mavis.

I stripped the raincoat off in the garage and dashed inside the house and found Mavis waiting in the living room watching the tube. As I handed her the copy, she said, “What the hell is that on your ass,” referring to the bunny tail plug. I showed her and she broke into stitches of laughter. She said there has to be a story connected to this and I told her the whole story about my rant, the subsequent punishment of 50 spanks that I am to request from everyone I see, and having to go naked and wear the tail. She listened patiently, giving me that smirk as only she can do then looked at the document I handed her, wrinkled her brow and said “eight pages?” I nodded. She said she’d read first and for me to get my white rabbit ass in the kitchen and make her some tea.

When I came back she was still reading and told me to stand patiently with my bunny butt pointed to her. I did. She finished and told me to turn around, then slowly said … so you’re fucking society women for money now? I nodded and said it was a special occasion. She dismissed that and said, but you know what that makes you … a true whore, a prostitute, a street walker and a hooker. She threw out every term imaginable. Then she got very philosophical about my behavior. She said I had a streak in me, she knew that from the beginning, that it was, to her, my way of trying to redeem myself but I wasn’t strong enough to break the way I was or what I was doing. she said its not unusual for hookers to rebel against their john’s; the difference in me is I should respect the people who made me what I am.

Then she said she’d gladly give me 50 spanks for mouthing off but she intended to add a few more for whoring. She got up, sauntered into her bedroom and came back with a wide, thick braided belt. She told me to take the hose and heels off, take the plug out. I did. then she had me stand behind the chair and bend forward, fold my body over the top of the chair back until I could grab the arms of the chair with my hands, spread my legs to the legs of the chair, keeping my back parallel to the floor, though my head was slightly lower than my hips. I had to stand on my tip toes in order to keep this position. She stood in front of me, doubled the belt over, let me see it and said I’d get 50 for mouthy behavior with the belt doubled over. She moved behind me with the belt and began spanking, first my ass, covering each cheek thoroughly, then down to my thighs, my legs, inner thighs. She’d hit each if those places then move it around again so I couldn’t predict where she’d hit me next. She did it in sets of 10. In between she barked at me for being no more than an insolent child and an ungrateful slut. She used those words over and over.

When she finished the 50 I had tears in my eyes and my flesh was stinging. She let me chill but told me to remain in that position. She left the room and came back and stood in front of me and told me to stick out my tongue which I did. From her pocket she pulled out 2 clothes pins and clamped them on the end of my tongue. I shrieked in agony. She told me it’s my tongue that gets me in trouble and if she could she’d spank it but the pins would serve the purpose. I was drooling, groaning, muttering nonsense words and grabbing the arms of the chair as hard as I could. She said a few minutes like this will give me a better perspective on my attitude. I groaned, moaned and slobbered saliva while she snapped at me about how my tongue feels. She slapped my face and asked me if I understood why she was punishing my tongue. I nodded. She took the pins off and snapped them on my nipples, then raised her house dress, lowered her panties and backed her ass up to me and told me to stick my tongue in her asshole. She said that’s what my tongue is for and if I couldn’t remember something that simple, she’d pierce it. She pulled her cheeks apart and told me to suck deeper, to soak my tongue against her rim. I sucked her ass while she said multiple times that’s what my tongue is for.

She moved away and she told me she would use the belt like a whip and give me 50 more for becoming a hooker and a street whore, sucking off strange women in dark alleys downtown and sucking society women’s shit. She moved behind me and started swatting me again, whipping the same places; buttocks, thighs and legs but this time adding a few strokes of the belt against my tits, hitting the pins and driving me insane. She kept going, again, spacing things out in groups of ten strokes, pausing and continuing. When she finished she roughly yanked the pins off my nipples.

She moved to the sofa, told me to drag my ass over there. When I did she handed me the bunny tail plug and told me to stick it up my hole. Once I’d done that she opened her legs, pulled up her dress and told me to lick her pussy. I did and once I’d settled in between her thighs, she pulled the dress down over my head. Somehow, for an instant I felt dehumanized, objectified and used; nothing more than an ass with a bunny tail and half a visible body sticking out of her dress. I went after her with all I had … my tongue, teeth, lips and fingers. I brought her off far more quickly than I can recall in the past. I slurped and sucked at her, nuzzled her cunt with my face and kissed her pussy.

She had me slide out from under her dress and kneel with my ass toward her, knees tucked under my tummy, ass and bunny tail in the air and face to the floor. She let me frig slowly, calling me a whore and a hooker. I frigged, she watched and let me cumm. She wanted me to stand and let her see my body and what marks she might have left. They weren’t severe but certainly obvious.

That was it for the evening. She told me if I was going to whore, I better do it sooner than later because I wasn’t exactly getting any younger. Then she said almost retrospectively, that the things I did, age didn’t really matter. I felt kind of cheap, but I thanked her, told her I’d love to see Daphne sometime and left.