A New Toy (f/b, femdom, oral, rom)

by Leowulf

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A New Toy

"X minus three, quantity, squared!" 

Sixteen year old Daisy smiled at her intelligent little cousin.  At only 
12, he was already mastering algebra.  She only half listened to his 
excited explanation of his result; Ethan's brown eyes sparkled and he 
looked so inviting.  But she did catch his last sentence. 

"...It's just because Daisy Moo Cow is such a good math tutor!" 

That had been his nickname for her for as long as either could 
remember.  And it had been an irritant for just as long.  Daisy thought 
that, after she spanked him last time he used it, he had learned his 
lesson.  She should spank, but the little male looked so cute!  Perhaps 
a simple reproof would do.  Self-conscious about the comment, she felt 
her considerable bosom. 

"Thank you, dear."  Daisy replied, "but speak more respectfully to me." 

"Sorry Daisy...Moo Cow!"  Ethan's eyes danced mischeivously.  Daisy was 
shocked and irritated.  Why did boys beg for spankings? 

Daisy stood her cousin up and yanked down pants and undies at once.  His 
prick hung between legs as small around as Daisy's arms.  She didn't 
pause to admire her cousin's large, delicate privates; she had another 
part of him in focus. 

She held him standing still with one hand and spanked his naughty bottom 
with the other.  Just a few swats, but she let the irritation she felt 
be heard as she scolded her charge.  He was naughty for his disrespect 
and she would not tolerate it ever.  When she was done, his cheeks had 
tear-tracks running down them, and those expressive eyes looked at her 
so fearfully.   

"I- (sniff) I'm sorry, Daisy!" her little cousin sobbed.  "Please Daisy, 
(sob) please forgive me."   

Daisy wrapped her arms around Ethan, held him close with his face 
pressed into her huge tits, like she knew he liked so much.  She could 
feel his thick penis pressing against her, warm on her thigh.  She 
kissed the top of his head, resting her cheek against his curly brown 
locks. 

"Silly boy," she said to him.  "Of course I forgive you!  Daisy loves 
Ethan, but she never allows disrespect." 

She reached to pull up his undies.  She stopped just under his 
privates.  He had gotten so big over the last couple years!  And now he 
was 12 and, according to local custom, able to be fucked!   She planned 
to play with his new toy later, but for now, she just pulled his undies 
up over it and pulled up his britches, fastening them and patting his 
covered genitals lovingly. 

Ethan gave her that lost-puppy look that males get when they want a 
woman (as she thought of herself).  He adjusted his pants, that big 
prick of his growing perceptibly as they stared into each other's eyes. 
Daisy knew she should guide him back to his studies, lest he forget them 
in his ardor.  Standing, she took his hands and gently helped him back 
into his chair. 

Daisy sat on the couch in the living room, her legs folded under her. 
She read from the _Bear Valley Gazette_, stared out the big front 
windows at Mirror Lake, and thought about her small cousin sitting at 
the dining room table with his big erection.  "How's it going, little 
dear?" she finally asked. 

"Um, ok."  his response was distracted.  Daisy suspected it was not that 
he was so engrossed in his math, but was glad that he submitted and 
obeyed anyway. 

"I'm going to the bathroom.  Think you'll be done by the time I am?" 

"I think so, Daisy."  Ethan almost jumped out of skin as she walked by. 
He slammed his algebra book shut as she walked up to him.  She kissed 
the shy little male, and then left him to his work. 

As she returned from the bathroom, Daisy decided that if Ethan had done 
well on his math, she would reward him by giving his newly accessible 
toy a good long fuck.  It would feel good to stuff that big prick inside 
herself.  "Are you done, dear heart?" 

In answer, Ethan jumped up from the table and hurriedly knelt before 
her.  In a shaking hand, he held out a folded bit of paper.  Confused, 
Daisy took the paper and looked at it.  It read "I Love You Daisy."  It 
was cunningly folded and written upon repeatedly, so that if she opened 
it only part way, the paper always had her name, "I Love You," or both. 
Intertwined with the writing were daisies, their stems drawn so that it 
always gave the same picture.  When she opened the page fully, thee was 
a drawing of a cow, laying down, with a calf nestled against it.  The 
cow was obviously her, and the calf, Ethan.  Above them ran the now 
familiar script:  "I Love You Daisy" 

Daisy was shocked.  Over an hour she was waiting to fuck this little 
male and he was doodling!  Yet what a sweet present.  She looked at her 
disobedient young charge.  His eyes were brimming with tears, his lower 
lip trembled.  He looked so fragile.  Daisy knew that when she opened 
the paper, she was opening his heart.  Whatever her response, he would 
see it as her judgment of what she found there.  She squatted down in 
front of her foolish, disobedient little charge. 

"You dear little boy,"  Daisy looked into those nervous doe-eyes.  She 
felt a mixture of adolescent lust and maternal love.  Her sex felt so 
hot, yet she wanted nothing more than to cuddle this worshipful little 
boy to her breasts.  She grasped his small male hands gently.  "I love 
you too!" 

She punctuated the joy that brightened his face with a soft kiss.  His 
lips eagerly parted, and she indulgently slipped her tongue into his 
mouth.  He jumped when she brushed her loins against his.  She could see 
his chest rising and falling in gasps, and knew that this could go a lot 
further real quick.  She wanted it to, but she also wanted him to be as 
obedient as he was romantic.  Still holding his hands, she stood. 

"Oh, I love you, little Ethan!" Daisy exclaimed.  "More than anything I 
want what's best for you."  She asked, as gently as she could, "Tell me, 
did you do your math?" 

"Um...no, Daisy."  The lad replied, worry playing across his features. 

"Thank you for your precious gift," Daisy slipped the refolded paper 
into a pocket of her jeans.  "I will always treasure it, and the love 
which prompted it.  Now, we will have to address your disobedience and 
disrespect toward me in ignoring the work I gave you to do." 

Daisy watched the nice big bulge in Ethan's pants shrink as she began to 
scold him.  It was for the best, she told herself; males, even cute ones 
like her cousin, needed to obey, and they needed women like herself to 
ensure they did obey. 

"You were a very naughty little boy," she scolded, resting her hands on 
her hips.  "In your love for me, you should have given me obedience. 
Submitting to a female is better than giving her presents, because 
you're giving her your heart and actions." 

"I'm sorry, Daisy," the crestfallen boy replied.  "I was just--" 

"Be quiet, Ethan.  Instead of trying to excuse your naughtiness, just 
listen to me.  I love you, and I think you are a sweet person.  But you 
need to obey!  Boys who won't obey are no good to themselves, nor to me 
nor to any female.  You're a good boy.  Disobedience and disrespect have 
no place being in good little boys." 

She pulled her cousin up from his knees, her grip firm on his lithe 
shoulders.  He trembled in front of her, sad and afraid.   

"Ethan, do you love me?"  She asked. 
"Yes, Daisy, a lot!"  He hugged her.  She gently detached herself. 
"I love you too, and I want you to be an obedient respectful boy.  Do 
you want that too?" 
"Yes I do, Daisy," came the sincere reply. 
"If I do something to help you obey, will you trust me?" 
"Um, yes, Daisy."  Though his features were so anxious. 
"I think you know what that something is.  Tell me what will make you 
obey." 
"A--a sp-spanking."  the words spilled out as tears spilled down his 
cheeks. 

Daisy turned one of the dining room chairs around and sat down.  She 
pulled Ethan's pants and undies down to his bare feet, and had him step 
out of them.  Then she unbuttoned and removed his shirt.  She looked at 
Ethan standing before her, naked, fearful, defenseless, and felt the hot 
wetness between her legs.  "You're mine!" she thought fiercely, "And I'm 
going to enjoy you and your thick penis.  But first..." 

She pulled her young charge over her lap, nestling his tender privates 
safely between her plump thighs.  She rested her hand on his behind and 
began to scold more, punctuating her words with hard spanks.  Then she 
she started spanking in earnest, interspersing her spanks with scolding. 

Ethan pleaded with Daisy to stop, promised to be good, said how much it 
hurt, said how sorry he was.  But Daisy continued to scold, and to rain 
down blows on his bare fanny, until the room echoed with his cries and 
her scolding and the sound of the spanks. 

Daisy felt the boy stop struggling as exhaustion overcame him.  She felt 
her hand stinging as she spanked him.  She could feel the heat radiating 
from his crimson behind.  And she also felt the heat in her sex as she 
punished this helpless little boy.   

She finally stopped hurting Ethan when she heard him making quavery, 
high-pitched absolutely despondent weeping noises.  Her Aunt Joan taught 
her years ago how to know when her cousin was broken.  Anything beyond 
that would have been cruel and a waste of effort. 

Daisy talked to him then, soothing maternal encouragements falling on 
him as lightly as the snow falling outside.  She gently stroked his 
fiery hot backside, and felt such motherly sympathy for this broken, 
hurting little male. 

She turned Ethan over and held him to her breast, rocking gently and 
stroking his face and saw in his eyes love and submission that made her 
heart pound.  She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and they sat together 
cuddling. 

When Ethan had recovered his composure, Daisy felt it safe now to move 
on to other things.  She stood the naked little boy on his small feet 
and smiled cheerfully at him.  Shyly, her well-spanked cousin smiled 
back. 

"Love you, Ethan."  Daisy looked fondly as the little male's eyes once 
more filled with tears.  She stood.  "Come on, dear one, I want us to do 
something together." 

She led him to the couch, had him kneel in front of it. Daisy enjoyed 
the awe she saw in Ethan's eyes as she lifted off her heavy sweatshirt. 
She wore no bra, and her cousin's eyes were riveted to her large 
breasts.  She slid down her jeans and her now wet panties, and stood 
naked before the adoring little boy. 

Daisy sat on the couch, leaning back, scooting her crotch forward. 
Ethan needed no prompting; they had played this game before often 
enough.  Still kneeling, he kissed her thighs.  She loved it when he did 
that.  She let him tease her for a few minutes before grasping his hair 
and leading him to her sex.  She kept him there licking and sucking at 
her clitoris, moving him to her vagina and pulling him back again for 
more repeatedly until she came powerfully, pressing her little cousin 
against her sex.   

As Ethan licked her clean, Daisy marveled at how tractable he was - all 
males were - after a spanking.  His contrition and desire to please were 
so evident, and this submissiveness, even more than his worshipful 
licking,  made her hot again.  She pushed him back. 

His big prick was now fully erect, and looked so inviting.  Gently she 
pushed the little male onto his back and lay down on him, her large 
plump hands holding his wrists to the floor.  She covered his adorable 
face with kisses, and finally tongue kissed him deeply, swallowing his 
penis within her vagina. 

Her cousin didn't expect this treat.  His eyes bulged and she laughed 
aloud.  He was so cute!  She rocked above him, moving him in and out of 
her, and he came almost immediately.  She kissed him, and whispered her 
love to him.  He was rapturous, nearly incoherent. 

Daisy lay on the floor with Ethan for a while,cuddling him, watching him 
recover.  She buried his face in her bosom, squeezed and fondled his 
penis.  She would have to make him to his homework, but first they would 
play some more with this new toy.

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A New Toy