Dear Taryn
I met my husband at my place of business, along with a lot of other strange people.
I go by Scamper. They called me that since I was young and it was less boring than the boring crap on my birth certificate. My husband says he likes to "pamper Scamper" which I've always thought was a great attitude.
So where I work, Becca's Toybox, is kind of an eclectic place. I wasn't into the scene when I went to work there, not initially.
I remember the first day so well. This kind of quiet, dark haired woman, she was a scientist of some sort, not sure how that came up in conversation at the cash register.
But she came in, her name was Salome, to look around, with her husband, and his girlfriends. Yes, you heard me right. Talk about keeping it all out in the open!
Salome's husband and his slut were kind of loud, cheerful types. On ensuing visits I discovered they met each other where they worked as volunteer firefighters.
"Hey" the girlfriend said when she came up to talk to me. "I am in search of a nice, hard, fiberglass cane."
Salome just sort of stood there quietly, her hands on her purse primly as the other chick spoke, and the husband stood back, whistling, taking it easy.
I led the three of them over to the cane display, they had all sorts of light bamboo and rattan canes, and yes, a kind of scary looking fiberglass thing.
"There are also Delrin and acrylic canes here." I was kind of out of my depth.
The girlfriend took a kind of purple cane, two feet long in her hands and bent it slightly. At the end was a wooden handle covered with leather, and at the end of the handle was a loop.
I guess the loop was so you could carry the thing around? Scare your slave by having it in public?
Salome was modestly dressed in dark slacks and a sort of turquoise sweater. She had a pair of tits on her, and was a lot better looking than the girlfriend.
But the other girl didn't care. After she bent the cane a bit, she said. "Well, I got to try this out before I get it. No buyer's remorse, you know?"
She looked at Salome significantly.
Salome tried to smile. "Ryanne, I'll buy it, and if you don't like it, we can return it later." She smiled at me hesitantly. "We can return things, right?"
Before I could nod, Ryanne scoffed. "No, I should know now. Take down your pants, Salome, we'll see how this thing shapes up."
"P-please, Ryanne, not here." Salome blanched, clutching her purse.
The husband stepped up. "Salome, Ryanne gave you a command. Don't get all embarrassed now."
There was an ominous pause.
"But-Guthrie I..."
"This is what you said you wanted, Salome. If you give Ryanne or this nice clerk grief, it will be considerably worse for you when we get home."
Salome had bit her lip that first day, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me.
"Hey," I said firmly. "This is not-"
But Salome had reached down below the turquoise sweater and she'd unsnapped her pants and pulled them down, revealing quiet beige panties.
And then as the husband looked daggers at her, Salome had choked back a sob and pulled the panties down as well.
And before my astonished eyes, Ryanne did something worthy of a Pilate's instructor, she bent over completely, and grabbed her ankles!
Ryanne slashed the cane across Salome's curvy white cheeks four times. Salome had a pretty ass, her pubic fur tufting out from behind.
"It seems to hold up" Ryanne said, looking at the cane critically, while Salome quivered, her hands still gripping the ankles.
"You can't hit harder than that, honey?" The husband took the cane and looked at it appreciatively.
I thought Ryanne had hit Salome pretty hard, but the husband swung like he was chopping wood, and long red welts appeared on Salome's ass.
"Let's try the acrylic cane now." Ryanne had said adventurously. "I can't believe something this thick is made of the same shit that I use for fake nails."
I guess I didn't understand power exchange then. The couple tried out six different canes on the poor girl's butt before selecting two.
Salome had finally risen, blushing, and buttoned her trousers while her husband and his scuzzy girlfriend necked behind her. The demure microbiologist handed me a Platinum Visa, and I went to ring up the purchases.
But I had noticed that when Salome pulled on her panties, the panties immediately soaked up, which meant that it had been quite arousing for her.
I mean, soaking!
After Salome buttoned up, Ryanne came up behind her and wrapped her arm around Salome's shoulder.
"Tell the nice clerk what's going to happen when we go home, Sally-ho."
"I-I've asked you not to call me that, Ry-" But Salome's protest was cut short when Ryanne, her right arm still around Salome's neck, used her left hand to slap her so hard that her glasses fell off.
"Go down and get them." Ryanne said coolly, and I watched Salome drop to her knees to get her specs.
"I should crush her glasses under my feet, but this is the third pair this month." Ryanne said sweetly.
When Salome rose again, carefully placing her glasses on her nose, Ryanne prodded her. "Tell the clerk now, Sally-ho, what's going to happen."
"I-I will strip and Miss Ryanne will use our purchases on me, and then she and my husband will make love while I kneel outside the bedroom. And then I will go in and clean up."
"That's right-and we'll smoke cigarettes, which Sally-ho thinks is disgusting, and probably use her mouth as an ashtray...it'll be a ball." The husband said this as he came up...
"You'll really make her clean you up and then swallow your cigarettes?" I asked in bemused horror.
"With her mouth." Ryanne said, smiling. "She knows how to clean up. And then I'll beat her some more, and then maybe I will let her masturbate, right Salome?"
Salome just looked hopeful.
That same day, an attractive older gal came in with her son. who was probably in his late thirties.
The lady had me search for a "two finger tawse" a long leather thing which she said could be used on Junior's naughty "member."
Feeling mischievous, I told the lady that implements could be tested here at the store.
Taking the tawse in her hands, the matron smiled at me. "I have to convince Cully here that he should be focusing on his work, and not carnal pleasures."
"Mother, I've been keeping my hands off it, I really have." Cully had said before remembering that I was standing there, and blanching.
Truly, it was embarrassing for him to be put through this in front of a hot girl of twenty-five!
"I know, darling, but you keep looking at the neighbor girls, those poor college kids. I know what you want to do with them, and your interest in your secretaries...it's so impure."
I remember watching like it was a jungle documentary as Mom had unzipped Cully's crotch and pulled his dick out, and whacked it once or twice.
Cully's eyes had teared up, but he'd stood obediently, his dick out in the wind, as his mom had gone for it big time.
He was otherwise clad in a Brooks Brothers suit, but she'd had him remove his jacket and vest, and then she'd pulled his dick and balls out of his pants, not even unsnapping the buttons.
"Do you mind if I lay his nasty thing on this low counter, dear?
You're such an obliging young woman. You see, aren't you ashamed that I have to put this poor kid through this, Cully?"
And then the adamant dowager asked me if I wanted to take a crack at it, and she offered me a tip.
And I love money!
"Notice-your name is Scamper? Note dear, that if you take Cully's bloated thing in your pretty fingers and manipulate it, just a bit, it gets harder, even with the punishments we've administered...
Yes, you see, he can't take his eyes off your cleavage, my son is just like his father, depraved. Yes, hit it a few more times with the tawse."
Apparently, I am one hell of a sales woman, because she bought a bunch of leather crap before leaving the store.
A bubbly blonde came in the next day, Jeez, she was tall, and asked me if I sold any sort of liniment that she could put on welts her master had left on her boobs.
Right there, she showed them to me (no one who came into Becca's Toybox had any sort of shame at all.)
I am more than a little bit bi, and I offered to rub her boobs with the cream as she'd gasped. He'd done quite a number on them, but the black and blue marks had faded under my nimble fingers.
She really had luscious breasts. I closed up the store for a long lunch hour.
A few weeks later, the guy who had been in the store with his domineering mother came back.
Momma had special ordered a corset or something to be altered, some piece of perversion, and Cully was back to pick it up.
"Cully's such an interesting name." I guess I'm a flirt.
"Yes, the first named son in our family has always been Nicholas, I guess since the czar in the old country. Dad goes by Nick, so I use the second half of the name, Nick-Cull-as. Scamper is a much cuter nickname if you ask me."
Cully was a big, strong guy, not the type you'd see as a wimp.
Cully told me that his mother was quite strict with him, but that it had done him much good.
He told me that just that morning, his mom had caned him, but she'd been pissed that he kept clenching his bare butt to avoid pain.
His mom apparently had found that defiant, so she'd made him stand naked in the corner for an hour holding the cane in his butt fold by forcing his cheeks together, just to see how long he could do it!
"She had my sister Albany sit behind me and blow needles through a straw at my rear whenever I dropped the cane."
