Chapter 10: Mummy’s Bedroom
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We were in the kitchen after breakfast, washing up and tidying away, when Daddy called out to us.
"Come to my office, babes."
Unlike the previous day, we stood facing his chair while Daddy looked at us.
"Turn around, then bend over, hands on calves."
We obeyed our Daddy. I stole a sideways glance at Babaa; he gave me a quick look, grinned, and winked. I felt my skirt being lifted, and then there was an almighty slap on my bum. I squealed in surprise, then heard the second strike on Babaa. He let out a short grunt.
"I want a bit of sport with my cane this morning. Shuffle over so your bodies touch and lift your arm over the other’s back."
We duly shuffled. I lifted my arm to cross his back and felt him do the same.
"Now for my little fun."
The first blow came as a shock; we were struck simultaneously. I squealed, and he grimaced and grunted.
There was no pause between a whole series of hits. Silently, I counted up to twelve, by which time I was sobbing in pain, and I could hear Babaa exhaling, trying to contain the hurt in his inflamed flesh.
"Good, babes, you’ve shown yourselves to be top-class pain sluts. You can stand up now."
We stretched up, still joined by two arms across our backs.
Daddy stood before us, lovingly caressing the cane in his hand.
"When you have finished in the kitchen, your duty this morning is to clean and tidy Mummy’s bedroom. Off you go!"
We went into the bedroom, a huge space with a deep bay window facing the front garden. There were mirrored wardrobes along one wall, a dressing table with large backlit mirrors above along another wall, and a huge double bed. The bathroom was visible through a partly open door. I hadn’t realised there was a second entrance when I was there with Mummy.
A couple of hours later, when we were just about finished, Mummy arrived. She was lovely in a soft knit dress and black leather calf boots. She looked around approvingly.
"Nice job, babies. Now put away your cleaning gear and come to sit with me."
We put our stuff out in the hall, then returned to find Mummy sitting in a comfy feeding chair placed in the middle of the window bay.
"Sit on the floor, please, one on each side."
Curled up there, my knees bent under me, looking across at Babaa, then up at Mummy, made me feel we were a real family, two children and a beloved mother. All families have tiffs; parents are human and make mistakes; this is one of life’s great reveals we all experience. I had forgiven Mummy for her mistake; she had apologised and suffered a horrible punishment. I was ready to move on; now it was her chance to take us forward.
"First, babies, I want you both to know I love you and would never want to harm you. I made a mistake and have accepted the consequences. We will play together today, here, in my personal space."
I looked up at her, felt love, and saw love.
"Babaa, look at me."
He tipped his head back, gazing into her eyes. Mummy put a hand under his chin and lifted it a bit more, then leaned forward and put her lips on his. The kiss was long and passionate; their cheeks flexed and bulged with the play of tongues inside. Watching their arousal affected me, deep within my pussy there was an awakening, a tremor, and an excitement.
As they broke apart, Mummy turned to me, cupped my chin, and pushed her lips against mine. My mouth opened to welcome her in, and as her tongue flicked around in my mouth, the tremors in my pussy increased in intensity. Our kiss was as long as her previous one with Babaa, but nothing lasts forever. She withdrew and sat upright in her chair.
"I am going to play with Baby K, Babaa; you are going to watch, but you must not play with yourself, because I will want you later."
She looked at me.
"On the bed, Baby!"
I flopped across the duvet face down and relaxed in its soft embrace, quite unprepared for Mummy’s opening gambit. She lifted my little maid skirt, then smacked each of my cheeks in turn while gently fondling my flesh, running her hands up and down my thighs. At one stage, she pulled my panty crotch aside and played with my pussy. Inside, my desire and need were growing.
I wanted Mummy’s love, but I was not ready for her next move. She pulled my legs around and then walked over the duvet until she was straddling my body. Then Mummy sat down on my back, took hold of my hair, and pulled my head up.
"Let me see your tongue."
I stuck it out as far as I could.
A hand appeared in my vision, holding a fearsome-looking knife. The blade came closer and closer to my face, and then I felt the steel pressing into my tongue.
"I could slice that pretty thing apart right now."
Somehow I felt this was a game, a demonstration of my restored trust in Mummy, but then there was also a quiver of fear that she might go a bit too far.
"Do you trust me, Baby?"
My answer was, "Yes," but with my tongue immobilised, I wasn’t sure if it sounded right, so I repeated the attempted noise. The knife lifted from my tongue but just shifted to my throat, and the cold steel slipped across my exposed flesh.
"Yes, Mummy, yes, yes, I trust you."
"Good, Baby."
She dropped the weapon, then moved off me, kneeling on the bed beside my legs. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at her, wondering about her next move.
She jumped on me, knocking the air out of my lungs, then forced her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into her mouth. Our legs were interleaved, and she was using my leg to ground her pubic bone, so I raised my knee a bit so her clit got the stimulation she craved.
Gradually, her urgency abated, and then she sat up between my legs and picked up the knife again. This time she ran the blade up and down my sternum, but I wasn’t frightened anymore, and she seemed to understand we had turned a corner.
Mummy reversed the blade, then, in a swift motion, cut through the top part of my maid’s dress, and in a second, made another cut through the centre of my bra. The clothing fell away to each side, and my breasts were exposed. The knife was discarded, and she leaned down to suck each nipple in turn before she sat up and searched around for something. I watched, intrigued when she picked up a silk square and folded it in half. Mummy turned back to me, leaned forward, and wrapped the folded silk around my head. I lifted a little to let her knot the material behind me.
Mummy kissed me with a peck on the lips before I sensed she was sitting up again. I felt my panties being pulled aside, and then Mummy’s fingers explored my pussy lips; her fingers slid up and down, spreading the juice, before pushing inside me, three fingers working over my clit, pressed hard onto my pubic bone. My hips started to flex in pleasure, and then she withdrew. I sensed her lean towards me before the same three fingers were pushed into my mouth. I licked and sucked greedily, tasting my own pussy juice.
"Is this fun, Baby?"
"Yes, Mummy, I’m enjoying it all!"
"Goody, time to strip."
I felt her pulling my maid’s dress down my tummy, and then she unlocked each of my wrist restraints in turn, pulling the dress straps down my arm and over my hand, before locking me up again. I lifted my hips to let her pull the whole garment down my legs and away from my body. I was naked, other than hold-up stockings and a blindfold.
There was a tug on my collar chain, suddenly it was very tight, pulling me up.
"Stand up, Baby,"
I shuffled across the duvet, my wrists sticking out in front of me as she yanked on the connecting chains. Once I was standing, I felt Mummy behind me. Her arms slipped around my body below, and her hands started to knead my boobs. Her breath was in my right ear, so I turned my head towards the sensation. Her lips found mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues flicking together in love.
Next, she sucked my right nipple, it was very sensitive, and I groaned with the sensation. Then I felt her reach to pick something up before running a cold metal object over my boob and nipple. I was sure it wasn’t the knife, as was confirmed in a few seconds when my nipple was clamped tight in a metallic embrace.
"Urgh, it hurts, Mummy."
Almost immediately, she moved to suckle my left nipple, which, like the other one, was hard and sensitive, so when the clamp was applied, I let out another groan of pain, and, as my body shuddered, I felt the weight of a chain connecting my two nipples swing gently, increasing the soreness of my two teats.