CHARLENE

BY OAK

[ part 1 ]

I’m a single mom to a 12-year-old daughter. She’s a real redhead, very temperamental and as I’m quite meek. I’d all to often given in to her whims, to avoid scenes. With the result that she’s totally in control of me. She decides what clothes I wear, when I get to bed, when I get up, what I eat and with whom or what I’ve sex with. It’s been like that for almost a year now and according to her it’ll stay like that forever.

It all began a day, I’d promised to fetch her up from school. But I talked with a friend and forgot time, with the result that I was ½ an hour late. Knowing her temper I was quite nervous, when I rushed into the school. As soon as she saw me she blew me up and she even slapped my face. I became so surprised that I didn’t even argue. But just bowed my head and apologized. I should of course have stopped her. My humble attitude evidently encouraged her, so she continued to rant and rage and dragged me by the ear out to the car. To the great amusement of her friends. Stupid as I was, I still didn’t protest or back out. But just followed her along, whimpering over the pain in my ear.

She stopped by a litterbin and ordered me to take my panties of and drop them in the litterbin. “But Charlene….” I tried to argue, but she simply pulled harder in my ear, until I stood tiptoe, and repeated her order. Once again I gave in all to easy, reached up under my quite short dress and slid my panties down, until they slide down around my ankles. She let go of my ear, I bend down, picked up my panties, while I was bend over, she raised my skirt, so everybody could see my bare butt. Blushing deep, I dropped the panties in the litter, followed by her friends’ scornful laughter; she pulled me the whole way out to the car.

I hoped that she would calm down on the way home. But she didn’t as she continued to nag and told me that I was in for a proper spanking when we got home. I thought that she was joking, but she surely wasn’t. Because as soon as we got home, I was ordered to undress and stand in the corner. Once again I did it all to easy for her, as I simply did as told. I could hear her bustle about, but I didn’t dare to turn around to look what she was doing.

“Come here” Charlene said. Meekly I followed her into my bedroom and became very frightened when I saw the implements she’s laid on the bedside table. There was a hairbrush, a ping-pong bat, the carpet beater and her riding crop. Nervous I tried to calm her down, which just resulted in another slap in the face. Silly me, I decided to let her spank me, hoping that it wouldn’t be too hard. I never thought of what it would lead to.

She’s arranged my cushions and duvet in a pile in the middle of my bed. She ordered me to lay on my stomach over it. Still I meekly followed her orders and did as told. I really made it very easy for her. It wasn’t until she began to tie my arms and legs to the bedposts I noticed the ropes, she’s tied to them. When I was securely tied to the bed, arms and legs widely spread. She began to spank me, first with the hairbrush and it only took a few strokes, before I began to cry and beg for mercy. But it only encouraged her to hit harder and faster. At long last she stopped hitting me, I was totally dissolved in tears. Hoping it was over, I’d forgotten all about the 3 other implements. Next was the ping-pong bat. As my poor butt already was very hot and sore. I began to cry and beg for mercy after the first stroke. With the same result as before, I don’t know how many strokes I got. But it felt like hours before she stopped. My poor butt was on fire and dark red. The only sounds were my sobbing and Charlene’s’ heavy breathing. She stood still for a while, and then she reached for the carpet beater. It hit and I uttered a screech of pain and shock. It was much worse than the other 2 implements, as it hit the whole butt at the same time. She continued to beat away on my butt and I screeched and yelled from the pain. When she stopped it took several minutes for me to calm down again and I just cried and cried.

She began to look in my drawers and found my sex-toys! A dildo and a butt-plug. She grabbed them and placed herself between my widely spread legs. With an evil laughter, she forced the butt-plug up in me. As I was totally dry, it hurt a lot and I once again cried out in pain. When it was pressed in to the bottom. She took the dildo, pressed it into my, strangely enough, quite wet pussy and began to fuck me with it. At the same time she fucked me with the butt-plug too. My reaction really took me by surprise, as she brought me close to an orgasm. As she realised it, she stopped fucking me and gave me several blows, on my sore but. Then she began to fuck me again, with the same result as before, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, followed by more blows. She did it over and over again, driving me mad. With a laughter she said, “Beg me to let your come” … I forgot all about modesty and honour. I needed to come so badly and begged “Please Charlene, allow me to come?” With a smug smile, she continued to fuck me and with in minutes I got a huge orgasm. She turned the dildo on, and left me lying there.

After a while, I don’t know how long she’s gone, as I couldn’t see the clock, but it felt like hours. She pulled the dildo out, but left the plug in and untied me. I hoped of course that she would let me go, but I was ordered to lie down on my back instead. It’s very painful and unpleasant, due to my still very hot and sore but and the butt-plug.

She took the riding crop. Ups I’d forgotten all about it. I wondered where she would use it, as I was lying on my back. I was all to soon to find out as she began to hit my tits with it, causing me to shriek in pain again. She cut away on my tits and especially my nipples, my stomach and inner thighs. Until thick, red, swollen stripes covered them and I, once again, was dissolved in tears. She stood on the bed, with a leg on each side of my body. I wondered what she was up to, when she began to slide the riding-crop, up my totally exposed pussy. With horror I realised, that she’s going to whip me there. “No Charlene, please not there” I cried out in panic. In vain of course. She gave me 10 hard lashes, causing me to scream and cry from the intense pain and beg for mercy. “Who are in command in this house from now on?” She asked. I got confuse and didn’t know what to say. With the result, that I got 10 lashes more and she repeated the question. I surely didn’t want to get my pussy whipped any more so I replied “You are Charlene, you are” With a smug laughter she placed the riding-crop on my pussy and asked “Who’ll have to do what ever I say?” As I still didn’t reply fast enough, she gave me further 10 lashes and I cried out “I am Charlene, I am”. My poor pussy was so raw, that I was convinced that I never would be able to have any pleasure down there again.

My reply obviously satisfied her; she stepped down from the bed. She sat down and explained all the new house rules to me. From now on I only was allowed to wear skimpy outfits, short dresses and skirts, small flimsy tops, very tight shorts and no underwear. I was only allowed to have hair on my head, all body hair, including my pubes had to be shaved. Beside that I should be to hers and her friends’ disposal, when ever and where ever she wanted it. It seemed like she’s been planning this for some time. When I’d agreed to her rules she untied me.

I thought that it’s one of her whims and that everything would be back to normal the next day. Once again I was all wrong. As it, as already mentioned, has lasted for almost a year.