VIRGINIA'S PETS part 2
by Harte
In which Jamie is brought into the story and
his mother is further reduced.
Jamie stood at the back door, holding a plastic shopping-bag containing the dirty toilet-seat. He was a typical teenager; tee-shirt and sagging jeans surmounting a pair of dirty trainers, hair washed, combed, and streaked with colour, and a strong perfume to hide his body odours.
"I was sent round with this, Miss" and he held up the redundant toilet-seat.
"Yes, it was in a disgusting state and had to be removed for health and safety reasons. I will replace it as soon as possible but until then you will have to sit on the cold porcelain." (Of course, she had no intention of replacing it.) Virginia then briefly explained to the wide-eyed youth that rent was owed and the arrangement that had been made to clear the debt. "So you will be my garden-boy. Report here Saturday morning at nine, ready for work." And with that she dismissed him.
Jamie returned to the Lodge furious, with his mother, with the whole world; no way was he going to be the unpaid labourer of the Lady from the Hall, and he told Mandi as such the moment he burst through the door.
"But if you don't, we will be kicked out."
"So what!"
"Could you live on the streets? No! We have no choice."
"How much do we owe?"
"£7,000"
"Fucking hell. Seven grand! I suppose that all went on your booze. I can't believe it." Crestfallen, he went to his room, betrayed.
The following morning he woke late and dressed quickly for college. It was only as he walked into the building that he realised his penis had slipped out of his boxers and was rubbing up and down on his jeans. He hurried into the toilets to do up his fly-buttons only to discover they were missing. He shoved his dick back in and hoped it wouldn't pop out again, to no avail. He spent an uncomfortable day as his prick kept popping out. Back home he hurried to change out of his defective boxers, only then discovering all his other pairs had been denuded of fly-buttons.
"Have you been in my room?" he demanded of Mandi.
"Of course not. Why?"
"I've lost the buttons on all my boxers."
"You are not suggesting I cut them off, are you? They must have come off in the wash."
A puzzled Jamie returned to his room.
Ten o'clock Saturday morning Jamie reported to the back door of the big house to find his mother at the sink washing out lingerie. She told the boy where the mower was and the instruction to put on the bib and brace dungarees to help save his own clothes. When he objected, she burst into tears and begged him to obey else, as she put it, she would suffer. Reluctantly Jamie made his way to the garden shed and changed. Almost immediately he felt a stinging sensation round his thighs; little did he know Miss Virginia had liberally rubbed the inside crutch with fresh nettles. With a wince, Jamie pushed out the mower and began work on the back lawn. Swiftly the stinging sensation subsided and he bent to his task but as he began to sweat in the warm summer sunlight his briefs got wet and after ten minutes his cock and balls began to sting like fury as the nettle-rash broke through the cloth barrier. He abandoned his task and fled to the shed where he stripped off to his tee-shirt. He still had no idea what was causing the problem.
It was at exactly that moment Miss Virginia entered the shed. No lad, however bolshie, likes to be caught with his pants down. Blushing, Jamie clutched his throbbing genitalia.
"What are you up to, young man" the lady demanded.
"Sorry" he replied. "I have been stung. I just had to strip before ...." he tailed off into silence before her relentless gaze.
"Well, I have heard some excuses in my time, but yours beats the lot." She flicked at his hands with the short cane she was carrying and Jamie was forced to uncover, to reveal his stiffening erection. "You came in here, like some dirty little boy, to masturbate, and to masturbate in MY time, on MY premises! Just look at you."
He stared down at his now fully erect penis, covered in embarrassment, face flushed. How could he deny her accusation?
A simple command, and he bent over a rough wooden bench, his buttocks exposed, and with calm deliberation Miss Virginia gave him a light caning. He was still erect when she had finished, indeed, if anything he was stiffer than ever. With cold contempt she ordered him to redress, in the dungarees, and waited whilst he did so. His body now throbbed in ways he couldn't understand, but at least the caning mitigated the stinging he had already received. And with a sob he left the shed to resume his task. It was only later he wondered how the lady of the house had turned up when she did and armed with a cane.
At lunchtime he was called in to the kitchen by his mother who fed him bread and cheese and a ginger beer. "How is it going?" she asked. "Okay" he replied, too embarrassed to say what had happened in the shed.
He was just finishing his drink when Miss Virginia came in to the kitchen. Ignoring him she turned to her skivvy ordering her to go immediately to the dining room and re-polish the table. Jamie watched with amazement as his mother dutifully bowed her head and left to go to her task.
"You are surprised" remarked Miss Virginia with a cold grin. "Pet is learning how to obey, as will you boy before I have finished with you. Have you got used to your dungarees now?"
"Yes Miss."
"I was amused by your excuse as to why you were half-naked and sporting an erection. Stinging indeed. Whatever next. You boys are all the same; just one thing in mind, the thing between your legs. I trust you will think twice before masturbating in my time."
He blushed. What else could he say or do? He had been caught hands on cock and a stiffening rod.
"If it happens again, you will be taken to the Punishment Room and thrashed. And if you want to know about that room, ask your mother. I have had to send her there more than once already!" And with that she left.
That evening he asked his mother about the Punishment Room.
"Who called it that?"
"Miss Smythe" he responded.
"It is a little room near the kitchen where I will have to stay if required over night."
"Why does she call it the Punishment Room?"
"I suppose because it is where she takes me if I am to be punished."
"You mean, she beats you?" the lad asked, and suddenly he realised his caning had been no spur of the moment act. His mother, face red with embarrassment, nodded.
The following week passed in a blur for Mandi. Her tasks become more menial, her punishments more regular. And now she was forbidden her a bra at home too. On Friday she cracked and sought refuge in the bottle. By the time Jamie got back from college in the early afternoon she had passed out and was slumped on the sofa, snoring quietly.
The phone rang. It was the lady from the Hall. "Where is my pet? She failed to report this morning and I want an explanation."
"I am afraid she is unwell" Jamie replied.
"Drunk you mean" came the instantaneous response. "Well, if she can't perform her duties, you will have to take her place. Report to the back door in twenty minutes, and make sure you are clean and tidy." And with that she rung off, not bothering to wait for an acknowledgement.
Fuck that for a lark, thought Jamie. Not my fault she is pissed out her mind. And he stormed off to his bedroom and put on his radio as loud as he could which is why 30 minutes later he failed to hear Miss Virginia's arrival.
Virginia stared down at the drunk woman with a mixture of anger and satisfaction, anger that the bitch was drunk, satisfaction that it now put her even further under her power. Time though for the boy to learn his place. She stormed into his room and turned off his radio.
Poor Jamie looked up in horror for his fly was open and his cock out and on his PC's screen a young couple were giving a lack-lustre performance of love-making.
"You were due at the Hall 10 minutes ago. Instead, you chose to stay here and masturbate like the dirty little boy you are!" She reached down and grabbed his penis. "Follow me" she commanded. He had no choice but to obey.
She dragged him next door where his mother lay sprawled and vulnerable. She pushed the lad down to kneel beside her comatose body. "Undo her blouse."
"I can't. I wont."
"You can and you will. It is time you both learnt that you are both now owned by me."
With trembling fingers he obeyed to reveal his mother's unsupported breasts.
"Wake her up by sucking on her tits!"
What could he do but obey, and to his shame his prick stiffened to its full extent as he bent to his task. Mandi woke out of her alcoholic stupor to find her son sucking on her nipples and her owner standing over them both. Instinctively she pushed Jamie away and sat up, her face crimson with shame and anger, shame at her state, anger at her son for taking advantage of her state.
Miss Victoria towered over them both as she berated the crest fallen woman. Then she turned to the lad. "This is why you are in the state you are. Did she tell you she sold you to me? No, I bet she didn't. But she did. I own you both for the next seven months whilst you pay off your rent arrears. What do you think of her now?" Jamie blinked through his tears but said nothing. "Don't you think she should be punished for landing you in this mess?" She reached down and stroked his tousled hair. "I think you should let her know how you feel. So what we are going to do is remove her skirt and panties and then you may spank her as hard as you like until she apologises."
Jamie surveyed her body draped over the arm of the sofa naked save for her open blouse, her buttocks bared for punishment. Tentatively he began to spank her bottom.
"Harder" Miss Virginia commanded. "She must learn her lesson. Take the belt off your jeans and use that! Make her squeal."
He obeyed and his jeans sagged even lower. The harder he struck her, the more his mother moaned, and the stiffer his cock became. Virginia let him thrape the fallen woman for a full ten minutes before she stopped him. Moving behind him she undid his jeans which dropped round his ankles. Next she pushed down over his mother's throbbing buttocks so his cock rested along her arse-crack. He needed no further encouragement, with animal lust he rubbed himself against her until with a cry he shot his boyish ejaculation over her bum. He rose, shaken, as he surveyed his cum dribbling down her arse-crack.
Miss Virginia lifted her pet's face until she filled her vision. "Every time from now on you get drunk, your son has my permission to strip you, spank you hard, then come over you. Together we will cure your addiction to alcohol." She turned next to the red-faced boy. "You will report to me in exactly 30 minutes and wear white shirt, black slacks, and your trainers. Nothing else. And don't make me come over here again because if I do your mother will have her revenge on you." And with that threat she left.
Jamie stood in the kitchen and waited whilst the lady inspected her new pet. A command and he turned his back to her. He felt her hand lightly stroke his buttocks. Once more he faced her.
"Why are you wearing underpants?"
"I do" he replied, puzzled by her question.
"Think back, boy. What did I tell you to wear? Did it include any underwear?"
He recalled her words for the first time. "No Miss, sorry."
"I expect my orders to be obeyed to the letter. Take them off. Now. In front of me, you dirty little masturbator!"
Blushing he obeyed. It would seem every time he met her, he ended up exposing his cock. And finally he realised it was no accident. She enjoyed humiliating him. Even the scene in the living room had exposed him as much as it had his mother. He reached down to retrieve his black slacks but she forestalled him. "You will perform your duties bare from the waist down. That will help remind you to follow orders."
For forty minutes he did the day's washing-up and, unlike his mother, he found the drying-up cloths. He surveyed the gleaming clean crocks and cutlery with something akin to satisfaction. He waited for further orders. And waited. And waited. It was a full hour before She returned.
She smiled to herself at the sight of his shrunken penis and half-retracted testicles. He showed all the signs She required from her number 2 pet. A gesture and she led him, still half naked up the main-stairs to her bathroom. Like any bathroom of a lady it oozed charm and scents, from her soaps, from her creams, from her body. Jamie almost fainted as the aromas filled his nostrils.
"Clean the toilet" she commanded, pointing to a rag, a flask of cleaning-fluid and a toilet-brush. And without further comment left him to his task. As Jamie bent to his task he suddenly became acutely aware he was naked from the waist down and, of course, realised this was no accident. She wanted him bare, wanted his bum exposed and his cock dangling. And that thought made him stiffen, so when she returned five minutes later she found him once again erect.
"You seem my boy incapable of controlling yourself" she observed. "We shall have to do something about that." And she went over to a small wall mounted cupboard where she gathered as strange metal object. It was like a small cage with metal ring attached. "Stand up and came here" she commanded. "This" she said "is called a cock-cage. It is designed to control boys with unruly penises." And with skilful hands she secured the cage round his genitalia, squeezing them into its restrictive embrace. Her hand gripped the apparatus as she she clicked shut the metal ring round the base of his cock. "That" she announced with satisfaction will control your boyish urges! Now get back to your work."
Jamie stared down at his caged cock with horror. "Take it off. Please. Let me go. It's not right." And he struggled with the apparatus; to no avail."
"I'll tell what is not right" snapped back Virginia. "You getting an erection every time you come near me and then masturbating in front of ME. That is not right. Until you learn to control yourself you will wear your cock-cage. Now get on with your toilet-cleaning duties."
Before he left for home Jamie was uncaged. He stood mute and passive as his owner caressed his penis back to life. "This" she announced "belongs to me. You must save your spunk so I can use it as directed. You are doing well and together we will cure your mother of her drink problem. Already you have shown her her place. Don't think I didn't appreciate the energy you gave to her spanking. And you were quite right to cover her in spunk. We shall do that again and again until she begs to serve me and you." She smiled at the lad and Jamie felt a glow of pleasure in her approbation. "But there is a price my boy. You must obey me in every particular, and where you fail you too will be punished. Is that clear?" He nodded. "Good. Off you go and remember your spunk now belongs to me from now on. If you want to come from now on you must ask my permission except of course if you find my pet drunk in which case you know what you must do." She paused, her hand still gently caressing his penis. Only when he was stiff and dripping did she release him and permit him to re-clothe himself minus his undies. "You can tell pet she will be punished tomorrow. She must be made to reflect on her miserable life. Bring her round to me at eleven precisely. Oh, and I never want to find you in underpants again." And she kissed him lightly on the forehead before dismissing him.
He walked back to the Lodge in a miasma of lust. How he wanted to shoot his load, but She would not permit it, unless ... Unless he found his mother drunk.
She was sprawled on the sofa, a half-drunk glass of vodka beside her, her eyes glazed with alcohol. "Hi darling" she called. "How did it go up the big house."
"What do you care" he snapped back. "I've had to do all your work."
"Sorry" she whispered.
"Sorry? You will be. She is going to thrash you tomorrow. At eleven. And I hope she makes you suffer. But before then you are going to suffer from me. I am going to spank you. Now."
"Why?"
"Because you are drunk."
"I'm not. I have just had a few drinks."
"Maybe. But I decide if you are drunk. In any case, what do you think Miss Smythe would say and do to you if I tell her tomorrow when I take you round that you were drunk and refused to strip and take your punishment from me?"
"You wouldn't be so cruel" she whimpered.
"Don't you believe it. I have just spent four hours doing your work, and now you are going to suffer for it. So get up off that sofa and strip."
She rose groggily and with faltering fingers undid her blouse. Jamie watched with growing lust as her tits emerged. A further command and she dropped her skirt. Jamie came closer and eased the blouse off her shoulders onto the floor. He reached down and touched her through her panties.
She leapt back. "You can't touch me there. I am your mother!"
"I can touch you wherever I like" he snapped back in a fury of lust and anger and then dragged her to her bedroom. He stood over her quivering buttocks as she lay face down over the end of her bed. Once more he removed his belt. His slacks fell to the floor and his rampant cock sprang out like a pole. He stepped out of his slacks; why should he hide his intention any more. Doubling the belt he gave her a sound thrashing. Only when she begged him to stop did he do so. He made her turn over and climb onto her bed. All she could see was his cock and to her shame she felt her pussy juices begin to flow.
Jamie climbed onto the bed and be-straddled her. And then slowly, contemptuously he began to masturbate. "I'm coming" he cried as he shot load after load of boyish cum over her breasts. "Rub it in" he ordered. "Rub my spunk over your tits, you pathetic whore!" And she did.
Left alone at last, Mandi cried softly, but her hand slipped inside her panties and her night ended in her first orgasm in months. And all thanks to her son!
To be continued.
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