The Bet

Susan wagers her oldest daughter's grades and comes up short!

"Wider slut," commanded Ellen.

Susan, naked except for a pair of very high heels and little girl socks with lacy tops folded down around her ankles moved her feet further apart. Now they were wider than her shoulders. She blushed. Being naked in front of her neighbor wasn't bad, but this was the first time Anna, Ellen's daughter, was involved and being seen like this was intensely humiliating. And she had the feeling it was going to get even worse.

"Position."

Slowly Susan squatted down until her thighs were not quite parallel to the ground. It was a difficult position to hold and Susan knew she probably wouldn't be able to hold it as long as she would be required to.

"Now what was our bet?" Ellen asked.

"If Amy got better grades than Anna, then I would be able to punish you," she said.

"But she didn't, did she?"

"No ma'am."

Ellen shook her head sadly, "You never learn. You've never won one of these bets and yet you still keep making them. You must like to lose."

Susan said nothing.

"So," continued Ellen knowing that the longer she drew this out, the more likely it was that Susan would fail to keep her position. "What were the terms?"

"Whoever lost would get a punishment based on the number of points the highest grade average was."

"And what did my beautiful Anna get?"

"I got a four-o, mom," said the girl. She was sitting there in a thin tank top and a very short skirt. Susan suspected she had nothing on under it and the thought of the naked girl made her pussy wet. She knew Ellen would see it but worried what Anna would think of her.

"That's right, my good girl," beamed Ellen. "And a four point o in four classes is sixteen. So what does that mean for you Susan?"

Susan swallowed.

"It... uh it means I'm going to get sixteen strokes with the tawse across my breasts..."

"Tits, you stupid cow, tits. Jesus, no wonder your daughter didn't win if she got her brains from you."

"Tits," said Susan blushing. In point of fact, the two girls differed in their grades by only one point -- Julia having gotten a ninety-nine on one test to Anne's one hundred.

"Each tit," corrected Anne.

"What?" stammered Susan. "No... it was..."

"Each. Tit." Insisted Anne.

Swallowing, Susan nodded her agreement.

"C'mon slut," said Anne, apparently really enjoying what was going on, "say it."

"Sixteen strokes across each tit."

"Good," smiled Ellen. "And?"

"The other sixteen were winner's choice," said Susan, then hopefully added, "Maybe using the cane on my ass?"

Susan trembled a bit -- her legs were already starting to shake a bit from the stress position she was in.

Ellen laughed loudly.

"Oh my no," said the tall blonde. "You're not getting off that easy. No, I have something special planned."

Susan flushed, her pussy getting wetter. She knew she shouldn't be turned on by all this, but of course she was, and couldn't do anything to stop it.

"But we'll start with the tawse," continued Ellen.

Susan licked her lips. Even when she wore heels, the the beautiful blonde was the taller woman as well as being very athletic. And Ellen never held back, so Susan knew this was going to hurt.

She was right. Susan's breath went out of her as the first CRACK of the leather sank deeply into her tit. The pain quickly followed and Susan started to pant to control how much it hurt. She was sure by the time Ellen finished, both her tits would be covered with welts and be bruised for a week. She let out a short scream, almost losing her position as the second stroke hit her other breast. Her eyes filled with tears, but she knew Ellen wouldn't stop until the terms of the bet were complete.

She panted, moaned and yelped her way through each vicious stroke. Ellen was an expert with the tawse, and Susan's long nipples were often caught between the blades of the strap, adding to her intense pain as her tits were slowly and methodically beaten.

Ellen was especially cruel, since she made Susan keep a separate count for each breast, and she didn't hit them evenly. Plus the position she was in, with her mostly flat chest pushed out, ensured each stroke was especially painful. Even worse, it was obvious that Anne was getting off on this, as she leaned back in her chair, pulled her legs up and exposed her delicious looking pussy. The young blonde was a smaller version of her mother, and it was impossible for Susan to keep her eyes off Anne's sweet pussy while she was being whipped. By the time Ellen was finished, Susan had tears streaming down her face and her tits were a deep red and covered with welts, one or two of which dripped blood.

Ellen smiled at her and slid a hand between Susan's trembling legs. It came away coated with globs of sticky goo.

"Is this from watching my daughter play with herself or having your excuse for tits beaten?" asked Ellen.

Susan blushed, humiliation rushing through her.

"B...both Mistress," replied Susan. "May I stand now?"

"Of course..." Ellen paused and waited until Susan started to stand straight then continued with, "not."

Groaning Susan got back into her partial squat, her thighs burning and trembling. She really doubted that she'd be able to maintain position throughout the next portion of her punishment. And if she didn't she knew that Ellen had something, she didn't know what, but something especially nasty planned for her.

"Are you ready for your next sixteen?" asked Ellen, running her fingers over the hot, damp skin of Susan's breasts, taking each bruised nipple between her fingers and squeezing hard.

"Ow, ow... please, Mistress, that hurts so bad, please!"

"Of course it does slut," giggled Ellen not letting up one bit. "And I'll stop doing things like this to you when your cunt stops leaking when I do them. Now ask me nicely to hurt you more."

"Please... please hurt me more," gasped Susan, more tears leaking out of her eyes.

With one last vicious twist and pull, Ellen let go of Susan's throbbing nipples.

"Since you asked so nicely," she whispered in Susan's ear. "You'd better be prepared though. This next part is really, really going to hurt. And if you break position, you're mine for the rest of the weekend, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you ready?"

Susan just nodded, whimpering.

It turned out she wasn't ready.

Pain exploded between her legs as Ellen's bare foot snapped up and slammed into Susan's soaking cunt. Her breath exploded out of her, the pain shooting all through her groin and making her feel like she'd been punched in her stomach. She collapsed to her knees and doubled over.

Ellen walked in front of her and smiled.

"I guess you weren't ready after all," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. She grabbed Susan's nipples and pulled up, forcing Susan into a standing position. "Because it's Christmas time, I'll give you that one for free. Get back into position, and if you break it again, then you lose the second part of the bet."

Slowly, painfully, Susan got back into position, knowing she'd already lost the second part. There was no way that she'd be able to endure fifteen more kicks to her sensitive pussy.

"Oh, and of course, that one won't count, so we'll start again."

Susan whimpered and closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes cunt," ordered Anne.

Susan opened her eyes and was treated to the site of Anne's slimy fingers playing with her obviously wet cunt. Then Ellen struck again and Susan yelped, but managed to keep position. Two more kicks, each one surprisingly painful, had more tears streaming down Susan's face and her entire crotch burning and aching. She could feel her cunt lips swelling. The next kick was either especially hard or especially well placed, as it mashed her fat clit into her pubic bone. Susan gave a short scream and collapsed to the ground, curled into a ball in agony.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd make it," said Ellen with satisfaction. "And now you're mine until Monday morning." She walked around to Susan's face and looked down. "You got your cunt slime all over my foot. Clean it off."

Moaning and still trying to cup her throbbing cunt, Susan shifted around seeing that the top of Ellen's foot was wet with her own cunt juice. She stuck out her tongue and started licking, the taste of herself both humiliating and arousing.

Once she finished Ellen grabbed her hair and pulled her to a kneeling position. She tilted her head back and drooled a large glob of spit on her face.

"Hands and knees cunt," she ordered, and once Susan was on all fours, she grabbed her hair and dragged the woman forward, straight towards Anne's spread open legs.

"No, no please, she's your daughter!"

"Yes, and since you're my slave until Monday and it's Christmas, I'm going to share you with her all weekend. So get used to being used by a freshman."

Ellen pulled Susan's hair again to tilt her head up and Anne looked at her.

"Open your mouth," she ordered.

Susan opened up and Anne leaned forward and spit a huge wad of saliva into her mouth.

"Swallow," ordered Anne, laughing as Susan complied. Then she lazily reached out and slapped Susan hard in the face. Since Ellen still had a grip on her hair, it really hurt. Then she felt a hand sliding over her hurting cunt and Ellen held it in front of Susan's face. It was coated with her sticky slime.

"Jesus, the slut loves this," said Ellen, wiping her hand off on Susan's tits. Susan was surprised she hadn't wiped it over her face, but seconds later realized why. "OK cunt, move forward. Get your face right between my daughter's legs."

Susan was pulled forward by her hair and her face was pushed only an inch from the girl's cunt. She jerked back from the smell of a recently well fucked cunt. Anne's perfect little pussy was coral red and scummed over with cum that was obviously both male and female. Anne shifted, exposing her asshole, and it was immediately clear that her cunt hadn't been the only hole that had been used.

"Yeah," giggled Anne, "Ricky and Jon fucked me good this morning. There's a couple of loads in my ass and cunt. They're pretty thorough."

Susan wanted to feel sick, certain that she'd be cleaning that filthy flesh with her mouth, but all she felt was a lustful throbbing in her sore cunt. Anne scooted forward until Susan's mouth and nose were less than an inch away, forcing the woman to inhale the rich scent of well fucked cunt with every breath.

"Keep your head in place," ordered Ellen, who then walked behind Susan and kicked her knees apart. "Time to continue. Since you fucked up, we'll have to start again, of course."

Susan whimpered, wanted to beg for mercy, but she knew there wouldn't be any. Seconds later, her breath rushed out as her cunt exploded once again with pain. Her face was pushed into Anne's fragrant cunt as the girl giggled. Susan managed to keep her position through the next five kicks. Then Ellen stepped around to the side and kicked her in the left tit. Susan's right arm came up to protect it and Ellen yelled at her to get back into position. Kick after kick landed, not only on Susan's cunt, but her tits as well. Susan's face was continually pushed in to Anne's cunt, and she dropped to the floor several times. Fortunately Ellen decided not to restart the count, and eventually she finished.

"Well, that took a while," she said looking down as Susan lay curled on the floor, sobbing. She was soaked with sweat and her face was covered in Anne's cunt juice. "Since you're already down there, get on your back."

Slowly and painfully, Susan complied, groaning and sobbing in pain as she tried to lay flat. Ellen had no patience for waiting and pulled her ankles until her legs were straight, then spread them as wide as she could.

"Now it's time for you to service my daughter," smiled Ellen as she reached into a drawer and pulled out a strap-on harness and a powerful vibrator. She'd used both on Susan before and the high setting from the vibrator was actually painful -- although the pain hadn't kept Ellen from forcing Susan to cum with it. The dildo, however, was far too big in length and width for her to get any pleasure from it. Especially since Ellen always used it on her ass. "She's got a lot of cum in her and hasn't has time for her shower today. So get to work."

Anne squatted with her asshole almost touching Susan's mouth and began grunting. Susan opened her mouth as glob of discolored cum oozed out of that well fucked hole. She shivered as she swallowed.

"Get your tongue in there whore," ordered Anne, pressing her ass down onto Susan's mouth. This meant her cunt was covering Susan's nose making breathing hard. Susan pushed her tongue through the tight ring over her lips, listening to Anne coo in pleasure as she performed the disgusting act.

She felt someone settle on her stomach and heard the vibrator start. Then she shrieked as the powerful thing pressed hard against her bruised clit, swollen more than twice its normal size from the beating her cunt had taken.

"Now let's see if we can make you cum," said Ellen. "Your daughter's going to be here soon and I just know she's going to want to use your whore mouth."

Susan was barely able to process that, between her tongue being buried deep in Anne's ass and the incredibly painful vibrations on her clit. And her rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Oh hey, I just got a text from Amy," said Anne, shifting to grind her filthy pussy on Susan's mouth. "She said she'll be here soon and she's gotta pee like a race horse. I told her I had just the spot where she could go."

Susan's orgasm ripped through her as she struggled against the two bodies holding her down.

"I can't want to see her drink her daughter's piss," continued Anne.

"I'm sure Susan is looking forward to it too," laughed Ellen, as she shifted around. Susan felt the blunt head of the thick dildo press against her asshole, then screamed from the burning pain as it forced its way inside. The vibrator pressed against her clit and she screamed again, but it was muffled by Anne's cunt.

Mother and daughter laughed. It was going to be a great weekend.