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Obeying Mrs.Carine

Older woman gives young man his first lessons in obedience.
I was still in high school and working odd jobs in an attempt to make enough money to buy my first car. I played sports through the school year round which didn't leave me with enough time in the day for even a part time job, so I started hitting up all the neighbors for work I could do.

I ended up mowing lawns, trimming tree branches and bushes, washing cars, etc. I had just finished walking an elderly neighbor's dog and still had a whole day left with no other work planned. I decided to venture to the higher end neighborhoods in search of new customers.

After being declined a few times I found myself at a corner house. Very well maintained lawn and exterior, no sounds or signs of dogs; probably another decline but I decided to go ahead and try.

A very attractive woman in her 30s answered the door and allowed to me to recite my speech of looking for labor without interruption. She seemed to size me up, probably trying to determine if I was capable of doing a good job or if I was a waste of time and money.

I stood waiting, sweating from the heat of the day, and anxious to be off if she was just going to decline me. She seemed to realize the heat she had me waiting in and, still without answering my proposition, she invited me inside her air conditioned house.

I was immediately in awe of my surroundings. These people had money to burn. Huge rooms, leather couches, expensive rugs, etc. I suddenly thought of my dirty shoes and wondered if I should take them off before leaving even minuscule amounts of grime on their carpet.

My host closed the door behind me, then walked past me while saying, "This way."

She lead me into a huge and impressive kitchen, pointed at a table, and instructed me, "Sit there."

I obeyed without a word. She had the type of voice that demanded compliance.

As I sat, she went to the cupboard and returned to the table with two glasses of ice water. She continued to stand while she started to question me.

"I've never seen you before, boy. Where do you live?"

"Um, just a few blocks away," I suddenly felt like I was in trouble even though I hadn't done anything.

She started firing questions at me, allowing me just enough time to answer before she was already asking the next. My glass of water sat untouched as I didn't have time to even raise the glass to my lips.

"Do you live with your parents?"

"Yes, they..."

"Have siblings?"

"No, but..."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen, and I'll be..."

"I have no use for you. See yourself to the door, boy".

I was completely confused of what was going on. She seemed acceptable of all my answers except that of my age. Feeling a little mad but also hurt that I didn't satisfy her, I stood up, gulped some water down and slammed the glass back on the table. Then I pushed past her to make my way back to the front door.

Over my shoulder I spat at her, "Oh, and if you listened half as much as you talked than I was going to tell you that my birthday was in a week."

I grabbed the door handle and froze at the sound of her voice; that powerful demanding voice.

"Stop."

I listened. My hand remained on the handle and I kept my back to her. Maybe I had over reacted and now she was going to demand my parents' phone number to tell them.

"Turn around and look at me when I address you, boy."

I felt my jaw clench, but still obeyed her and turned to face her. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen and looking at me with such intensity that I again felt like a child who was about to be put in the corner for misbehaving.

"No one talks to me like that, boy. As a gentlemen you should never raise your voice like that at any woman, regardless of circumstance. Learn to control that nasty temper and I may have a job for you."

All I could do was nod my head after being chastised by this woman, but of course, I also realized she was right.

"You will say, 'Yes, Mrs. Carine' or 'No, Mrs. Carine' when asked a question, boy. Do you understand?" By now she had approached me and her hands were gripping my shoulders almost painfully.

"Yes, Mrs.Carine."

"Very good. Return in two weeks. Sunday. 4pm."

She had almost shoved me out of the house while speaking and now the door closed with a loud boom as she finished her sentence.

I stood dumbfounded, looking at the door, then slowly turned and walked home as my brain tried to make sense of the whole thing.

The two weeks passed. I celebrated my 18th birthday, did more odd jobs, saved a few more bucks towards my car, and soon found myself ringing the doorbell of Mrs. Carine's house exactly at 4pm as instructed.

This time she answered wearing a long, white, silky, robe-type garment that had long sleeves and was left open. Underneath she was wearing a matching white bikini top and bottom. Finishing off her look were sandals on her feet and a big straw hat on her head. Her hair was down this time and her golden locks flowed over shoulder and caught in the sun. In short, she was the most exotic thing I had ever seen.

"Good afternoon. Your punctuality is appreciated." She opened the door wider to admit me.

"Good afternoon," I replied as I stepped inside.

I mentally noted that she didn't refer to me as 'boy' any longer and wondered if my turning eighteen had something to do with it.

She took the lead and we ended up in the back yard. She sat in a wooden lounge chair shaded by large oak trees, and sipped a drink that had been pre-made and waiting for her return.

The yard was quite large with many flower beds of different species, a pond, a fountain, and rock pathways winding in and out. As I studied the yard, she studied me. I could feel her eyes crawling on every inch of my body.

"Remove all the weeds, boy," she said suddenly.

"Yes, Mrs. Carine."

 So she hadn't stopped calling me 'boy' after all. I looked around for any tools or gloves I could use but found none. Slowly I started towards the first of the flower beds and began hand pulling the offending weeds.

It was nearing dark, I was hot, tired. My back ached from being bent over all afternoon, my hands had blisters starting to form from the weeding, and I was dying for a drink. But I continued to work. Something told me I wasn't to stop, not even for a short break, else Mrs. Carine would be disappointed again.

Finally, she instructed, "That will do for today. See yourself out, boy. Return next Sunday. 4pm."

She stood and disappeared into the house. I let myself out through the gate and went home. Too soon the following Sunday had come and the previous Sunday's scenario replayed itself.

She was wearing a similar outfit and again retired to her chair while I worked, this time I had a pair of my dad's borrowed gloves to aid me.

It was incredibly hot that afternoon. I removed my shirt and draped it across my neck which was burning from being in the sun. After two hours of work she called me to her.

"Come here, boy. I need you."

I went, removing the gloves and flexing my cramped fingers. She handed me a bottle of some type of oil and told me to apply it to her back. She dropped her robe-like garment as she stood with her back to me.

As my callused hands applied the oil she moaned and sighed, instantly arousing me. I had started high on her shoulders and now worked lower down her back and sides. She continued to occasionally moan and soon I had reached the band of her bottoms. I hesitated.

"Don't stop, boy!"

I knelt and oiled the backs of her thighs, slowly rubbing more and more towards her inner thighs. Then, risking it, I attempted to rub higher and 'accidentally' brushed the tip of my thumb against her womanhood.

She spun around, looming over me as I was still on my knees, and demanded, "What are you doing, boy?!"

"I... Sorry... I..." I couldn't think of anything to say for what I had done.

"Stand up! Did you like that, boy? Do you think about touching me while you are here working?"

She noticed my raging hard-on standing stupidly proud beneath my shorts, "I see you do."

I remained, unmoving; afraid to look her in the eyes, my heart hammering away in my chest and my stupid dick still standing tall. I moved my hands to cover it from view while I waited for her to yell at me.

Instead, her hands moved over mine and forced them away to my sides. Her hands lightly ran up my forearms, over my shoulders. She dragged one, red painted fingernail down the center of my chest, painfully digging into my skin, and down my abdomen. I clenched my teeth together to keep from making a sound.

When she reached the edge of my shorts she very gently ran her palm over the protruding outline of my dick. With a turn of her wrist she rubbed her thumb up and down my dick's head which jumped and twitched with every stroke.

"Do you like when I touch you, boy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Carine."

"Remove your clothes. Let me see how much you enjoy it."

She sat on the edge of her chair, legs crossed, and waiting for me to obey. I wanted to please her and I knew that although not massive, I was well-equipped and not lacking. I tossed the shirt around my neck to the ground then immediately dropped my shorts to my ankles and stood before her judging eyes.

Her eyes roamed over my body that had been formed from years of football and track. I felt them go over my broad shoulders and chest, down my defined abdomen, and across my lean hips. She spent more time examining my manhood, standing at it's full 8 inches and removed of all pubic hair.

I finally met her eyes, wondering if she approved, but her face revealed no clues.

"Do you masturbate, boy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Carine," I said softly, my face turning red and my ears burning.

"Show me."

I had never masturbated in front of anyone else before and felt really awkward and shy about it. I continued to stand in front of her unsure of what to do.

"What's the matter, boy?" She asked irritably.

"I... I've never done it like this before, Mrs. Carine."

She sighed, stood a few inches in front of me and grabbed my left hand. She placed it on her breast and closed her hand over mine making me squeeze.

"Close your eyes, boy. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them."

"Yes, Mrs. Carine," I managed in a whisper.

I shut my eyes, my cock throbbing in excitement with the sensation of her warm tit in my hand.

She stepped away out of my reach so I stood patiently waiting for her next orders. I heard her moving about then jerked as I felt her naked body press into mine. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, determined to obey her and not allow them to open.

Her fingers stroked through my hair and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed up against my chest, her slightly hairy mound gently grinding against my rock hard cock. I felt the tip of her tongue slide up my neck, then her teeth graze and tug my earlobe. I tried to remain quiet but a deep groan escaped me.

She pulled away again and I feared I'd disobeyed her in some way. But then she was taking my left hand and guiding it towards her again. I felt a brush of the hair covering her mound against my fingers, followed by the warmth of her womanhood; the tips of my fingers encountering her wetness.

I licked my lips and my breathing quickened as I cautiously moved my fingers against her. A low moan passed through her lips at my touch. Motivated, I started moving my fingers more. Parting her lips and gliding between them as I pressed upward. Then slowly rubbing in circles, spreading her wetness over her clit when I reached the top. Her hand released my left one leaving it to play with her. In exchange, she grabbed my right hand, guiding it around my hard rod.

She kept a hold of my hand, forcing it closed around my member and slowly guiding both our hands from the base of my shaft to the head.

She continued to guide my hand up and down my full length. We would stroke a couple of times nice and slow, then follow with several fast strokes where she would squeeze my thumb and forefinger tight together with the occasional twisting motion. As pre-cum leaked she would take her thumb and spread it over my tip for me. This, combined with the oil still on my hand from earlier, providing us with a nice amount of lubrication.

My hand against her pussy would match the action being given to my cock. As we stroked my shaft slowly, I would run a finger softly between her lips, rolling lightly over her clit.

As the stroking quickened on my cock, I would use two or three fingers to slide up and down against her pussy in quick motions; stopping to flick the pad of my thumb fast over her clit.

Her wetness began to increase, soon coating my fingers. She moaned and sighed quietly encouraging me. Even in the midst of the garden, surrounded by different flowers' perfumes, I thought I could just make out her own scent.

I couldn't contain my groans of pleasure any longer. With every stroke I became closer to my reaching my release. My hips started to move against our hands on their own accord, my balls tightened in preparation for exploding. My legs felt weak and I was breathing heavily through my open mouth.

She sensed my approaching end and pulled her hand off mine, leaving me to stroke myself as I willed. She took my hand away from her pussy and moved it up to her mouth where she sucked her juice off my fingers.

This last move was too much for me. Pushed over the edge, I started coming, groaning loudly as she continued sucking my fingers clean. As I finished I felt faint, swallowing hard, gasping for air. She released my hand and grabbed my spent cock, stroking it firmly and milking all of my come out.

Her other hand grabbed my chin, pulling my mouth to hers as she kissed me. I could taste her juice on her and moaned into her mouth in pure ecstasy. Then she slapped me across the cheek causing my eyes to fly open in surprise.

I quickly scanned her naked body before me. Her full, round breasts with hardened pink nipples. Her flawless cream colored skin. The patch of dark blonde hair above her mound which glistened with her moisture. My eyes shot obediently to hers as she began to speak.

"The next time I tell you to do something, boy, I expect you to do it without me holding your hand."

"Yes, Mrs. Carine," I said obediently.

She immediately slapped me once again across the cheek.

"Also," she continued, "When I give you an order you are to follow that order no matter what may take you by surprise!"

Her eyes burned into mine and I quickly shut them tight again, realizing the second slap had been for disobeying her initial orders.

"Yes, Mrs. Carine... I'm sorry."

I again stood with my eyes closed and waiting. A soft breeze blew over my naked body, cooling the come that had landed against my abdomen and covered my spent cock. After a moment she spoke from behind me.

"Count to thirty then open your eyes. Let yourself out, boy. Return next Sunday, 4pm."

"Yes, Mrs. Carine," I said, but she was already gone. The sound of the backdoor opening and closing confirmed this. I smiled and started to count to thirty in my head, determined to obey her.
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