Milf Master Ch 04

I stood up and arched, knuckling the small of my back and gave a soft groan of relief. I was finally fucking done. I reached down and pulled off the knee pads, glancing across at the flooring that I had spent the day installing. "That had better have been one fucking expensive sweater." I mumbled to myself for what seemed like the twentieth time as I gathered up my tools. The kitchen floor was done and I deserved a beer.

I was in the garage having finished putting away my tools and just pulling that long awaited beer from the fridge when Kate's car pulled up.

"Hi Tim." Kate called in a cheerful voice as she skipped up and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I was startled, but hugged her back as best I could without touching her with my dirty hands. She was wearing a tight white tank top and denim skirt, the ragged hem reaching about mid thigh. Her hair was done up in a pair of braided pig tails that fell to her shoulders and she smelled like a vanilla cupcake. She pulled back and looked up at me with twinkling brown eyes, her lips glistening with gloss and I struggled to keep my eyes off of her tits when she took a deep breath.

"What? After what we did last week you can't even hug me?" She chided playfully.

"I didn't want to mess you up." I replied, stepping aside and opening the door to the house. "You look too good for a grubby guy like me to touch."

"Aaaawww, that's so sweet. Maybe I want you to mess me up, ever think of that?" She replied, punching me playfully in the shoulder.

Shit. Shit, shit, fucking shit! I thought to myself as I tried not to look like I was scurrying into the house. She was flirting with me, and she damn well knew that Catherine wasn't here. Of the list of things that could go wrong this was one of the top three. My mind raced over the various ideas I had come up with to handle this situation.

"Uh, your mom isn't home right now. She should be back in a couple of hours if you want to wait." I told her as I maneuvered through the kitchen to place the counter between us.

She followed me into the house, placing her forearms on the counter and leaning over to give me a clear view of her tits that strained against her top. "Alright, any ideas on how what we can do while we wait?"

"Kate, I really think...." I started to say, then froze as I heard another car pull up into the drive. I glanced out the window to see Catherine's Audi, she was home early. Either I had just been saved by the bell, or it was yet another alarm in this five-alarm fire I had going on here. Kate glanced over too and pushed herself upright when she saw her mother's car. I was still trying to figure out how to handle the situation when Catherine walked in the door.

"Tim, what is Kate doing here?" She asked, then froze when she saw her daughter and how she was dressed.

I started to reply but Kate spoke up. "I came over to visit, is that a problem?"

"No, but I would appreciate knowing when you are coming." Catherine replied, setting her purse down and crossing her arms.

"Oh, now do I have to book an appointment to visit my own home? I'll call your first secretary next time." Kate replied in an angry tone, crossing her own arms and raising her chin.

Fuck. Catherine was pretty meek and quiet around men but she could be a total bitch when dealing with women. It looks like Kate inherited that charming aspect of her personality and now they were like two alley cats arching their back and starting to spit. I needed to stop this and fast before someone said something that they couldn't take back.

"Ladies, please. Let's stop and...." I may as well have been a pop-up ad given how much they ignored me.

"Don't take that attitude with me young lady." Catherine announced sternly, lowering her brows and giving Kate a glare that would have frozen me in place. Kate shrugged it off, I guess she had seen it before.

"That 'young lady' crap hasn't worked in years Mom. Stop trying to intimidate me and just say what you mean." Kate replied in a voice so full of insolence I wanted to slap her.

Catherine's jaw dropped, then she took a breath and before she could say something we would all regret I slammed my hand down on the counter with a bang.

"Stop, both of you. Shut your fucking mouths!"

Both women jumped then looked at me as if they had forgotten I was even there. Catherine's mouth was still open but her eyes were wide with surprise. Kate spun around then stepped back, stumbling over a stool.

"This is exactly what I was afraid of. Look at you two, squabbling like fucking teenagers." I snarled.

"Tim, Tim I.." Catherine stammered but froze when I fixed her with a glare.

"Quiet. One more word out of you and we are done. I will pack my shit and leave."

I didn't think her eyes could get any wider but they did and she uttered a small squeak of fear. Her her hands rose to cover her mouth that way women do when they are shocked.

"No, no Tim please. Please this isn't what...." Kate blurted but I slammed my hand down on the counter again, the meaty smack echoing through the kitchen causing both women to jump again.

"Silence!" I bellowed.

Catherine and Kate cowered fearfully. Catherine had seen me like this before, but it was always after she had initiated, and I was sure that on some level she knew I was acting. She knew now that I wasn't acting. Kate had never seen me like this but knew it was her fault and desperately tried to control herself before I got even madder.

I stalked around the counter, grabbing Kate and Catherine by the arms and hurrying them into the living room. Catherine's heels clattered on the newly laid floor and Kate stumbled along in her sandals until we were in the living room. I pushed them down, forcing them to their knees in front of me.

"Stay there, don't fucking move and don't say anything." I snapped and both nodded their heads, lips sealed as they struggled to stop shaking. I went out to the garage and into my workshop where I had been working on a surprise for Catherine. This wasn't how I wanted to reveal it, but it seemed like a suitable tool for what I had decided to do. When I came back in they both looked up at me nervously, then at the armchair I set down on the floor with a thud.

It was a simple wooden chair with a straight back. I had fastened some Velcro cuffs to the arms and legs and there was a hole drilled just forward of the center of the seat. I snapped my fingers, pointing to Catherine then to the chair. Hesitantly she rose then shuffled over and seated herself on the hard seat. She got the idea and positioned her arms and legs so I could fasten her wrists and ankles to the chair, then another thick strap went around her chest just under her tits.

"You trusted me with this. You asked me to help you with Kate and told me that you trusted me to do what was right." I said as I looked down at her. Her brown eyes were glistening with tears and her lip trembled. She nodded, afraid to speak.

"But you didn't, did you. If you did, it wouldn't matter if you had come home to find Kate naked and bent over the table. If you trusted me to honour our agreement, you would have known that I wouldn't do anything without you being here. That was the deal."

Her mouth worked silently but in her eyes I saw the recognition of what I had said.

"Everything we do is based on that trust, the trust that I won't do anything you don't want me to. Well, now I am going to test that. I want to know not only if you still trust me, but if I can trust you. Were you telling the truth, or did you lie to yourself and me about you being good with including Kate in our relationship."

She had a scarf loosely knotted around her neck, I took it off then folded it and wrapped it around her eyes. I picked up the remote and pulled out one of the batteries, pressing it into her hand. I put my mouth next to her ear and growled in barely controlled fury.

"I am going to do exactly what you asked me to do. I am going to bind, beat and fuck that girl and you are going to sit here while I do it. If you want me to stop then just drop that battery and I promise to stop. But that will mean that you lied to me, and yourself. And I don't want to be in a relationship with someone who does that, understand?"

Catherine sobbed and nodded; her hand clenched the battery in a white knuckled grip.

I wasn't done. I tugged Catherine's dress up and bunched it around her waist, she was wearing blue lace underwear, but I resisted the temptation to stroke her crotch. I pulled the vibrating wand out from a bureau drawer and slid the handle through the hole drilled in the seat. The head stuck up just ahead of her pussy, not touching it but within reach if she slid her hips forward. I switched on the vibrator and it buzzed with a powerful hum.

"You won't see what is going on, but you will hear it. You can admit it is Kate here, or pretend it is someone else. Either way, you have the choice of enjoying yourself like you promised you would or denying yourself. It has always been your decision Catherine, I just ask you to be honest with yourself over which one you want to make."

I looked over at Kate who was still kneeling on the floor. Her face was flushed and her firm young tits strained against the tight material of her tank top as she breathed in short fearful gasps. I noticed that her fingernails were painted pink while the grasped at the hem of her skirt to keep her hands from shaking.

I went back to the bureau and opened another drawer, I pulled out a set of leather cuffs and tossed them on the floor at her knees. We had these kits scattered around the house for whenever the urge took us, now I was using them to either save or destroy everything.

"Strip, then put those on."

She hurried to comply, pulling her top over her head then unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs. Soon she was standing naked with her hands clasped in front of her, the white leather of the cuffs gleaming against the tanned skin of her young firm body. I hooked my finger and she gingerly walked over to me. I spun her around, roughly grabbing her arms and clipping the cuffs together behind her. I pushed a second battery into her hand.

"I am going to teach you a lesson, a lesson in boundaries and respect. This will be painful but no more than you deserve. If you want it to stop at any time, drop the battery. There isn't any green or yellow bullshit here, just red. Understand that if you drop that, everything stops, everything. If I decide to forgive your mom, then we go back to the way things used to be. What happened before, never happened and will never happen again understood?"

Kate nodded and gripped the battery with the same ferocity that her mother had. I looked over at Catherine, she was turning her head to hear anything she could. When I moved Kate and bent her over the arm of the sofa, she turned her blindfolded eyes as if she was watching us. Her knuckles were white on her grip on the battery and the vibrator hummed along between her legs still untouched.

I traced my finger down Kate's spine, over the cool leather of her cuffs and along the crack of her ass. Her figure wasn't as mature as her mothers, still tight with the easy beauty of youth. Her ass was clean and unblemished, and surprisingly free of tan lines. I went back to the bureau and pulled out three familiar tools, a leather crop, paddle and strap, and set them on the sofa under Kate's eyes.

"These are the tools of discipline, each inflicts a different kind of pain." I said in a calm lecturing voice.

I picked up the crop. "This is a crop, it is small so it's pain is sharp and precise. You can feel each stroke in a different place." I set it down and picked up the paddle. "This is a paddle, it's surface is wider so the pain is more general. It leaves a burning sensation that lingers even after the lesson is finished." I set down the paddle and picked up the strap. "This is a strap, it is thick heavy leather. Its pain goes deep, right to the muscle and bone and can be felt for days if delivered properly."

Kate's eyes were wide and she was shaking, but her hand was clenched tightly and she made no move to pull away when I stroked her hair. I crouched down and turned her head so I could look her in the eye.

"Kate, why am I angry with you?"

She looked at me, then at where her mom sat strapped to the chair. "Because I came here without permission?" she asked in a hesitant voice.

"No Kate, this is your home, more your home than mine and you are always welcome. Kate, why am I angry with you?"

She paused, glancing at Catherine again. "Because I came her to seduce you. I dressed sexy and planned on having sex with you." She said in a shamed voice.

I patted her head but shook mine. "No Kate, that's not the reason. We have already shared something beyond simple sex, it is only understandable that you may want to do it again." I grabbed one of her pig tails and tugged her head up sharply, not enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention.

"Kate, stop lying. Stop lying to me and especially stop lying to yourself. What we showed you was built on trust, trust that you could accept your limits and my trust that you would tell me before I passed them. If I can't trust you to tell the truth, then I can't trust you at all. Kate, why am I angry with you?"

She bit her lip and I saw tears start to well up in her eyes, tears not of fear but of shame. She shook her head in my grip. "Please, please don't make me say it." She whispered.

I stood and stepped back where she could see me and her mother easily. "The choice is yours Kate, it always is. Either tell me the truth, the truth you don't want to admit, or drop the battery. You have the power here."

Kate sobbed. "I came here to, to... I came here to try to steal you from my mom, if only for a little while."

I heard Catherine gasp her own choked sob, but Kate continued. Now that the dam had broken it flowed out of her.

"It's not fair, its not fair. She has you every day, every night, and I have no one." She bawled. "I thought I could wait, could 'share' you with her, but I'm so lonely. I just wanted you for myself, just for a little while. I just wanted to pretend that you were mine as much as you are hers."

I was glad that Catherine couldn't see the anguish on Kate's face but she clearly heard it in her voice. She choked back another sob as she shook in her bonds, the chair creaking under her weight. I walked back over to the sofa and crouched down, lifting Kate's chin and wiping tears off of her cheeks.

"Thank you Kate, thank you for admitting the truth. We can't have anything between us without trust, and I need to trust you as much as you trust me."

She nodded, sniffling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I know you are, but you almost ruined everything. You almost drove a wedge between your mother and I that could have split us forever, do you understand that? Are you ready to accept your punishment for what you did?""

She nodded again, struggling to control herself as she bit her lip.

"If you ever want me to stop, drop that battery. I need to trust you." I picked up the crop, making sure she could see it. "This is for what you did to your mother. She loves you, more than you can imagine, and you hurt her very much. It took you three tries to admit that, so I will give you three blows. I want you to count them, understood?"

"Yes sir." She said quietly, then rose up on her toes pushing her ass up in the air. I saw her eyes clench in anticipation, her streaked mascara making them look like black holes in her face.

I struck her with a sharp smack, it was only a half power swing from the wrist but she still yelped in surprise and pain. "One" she gasped.

I hit her again then again, I didn't need to draw it out to teach her the lesson. The unfamiliar pain was enough without the torture of anticipation. When I was done there were three red streaks across her previously flawless ass and she moaned in relief when I set the crop down. She groaned again when I picked up the paddle.

"This is for me. The best time of my life has been with your mother, and you almost destroyed that with your selfishness. The selfishness of a child who will be paddled like one, understood?"

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry sir." She whimpered, the gasped when the paddle hit her ass with a meaty smack.

"One, no four, no." she stammered.

"Five." I said as I swung.

"Five" she screamed, then "Six" when I struck again then she sagged into the sofa her sobbing muffled by the leather cushion.

I looked over at Catherine. Her face was contorted with grief and the scarf was stained with her own tears. In noticed that she was pushed back from the vibrator, taking no pleasure in listening to the disciplining of her daughter but the battery was still clutched tightly in her hand.

I picked up the strap and Kate struggled to lift her head when she heard the thick leather slide across the sofa then smack into my hand. She looked up at me fearfully, her mouth working silently in unspoken pleas.

"This is for you, the hardest punishment for the biggest mistake. You lied to yourself, you tried to remake reality to suit what you wanted it to be instead of what it really was. You betrayed our trust for your own wants, then tried to lie to yourself of the reasons because you were ashamed. If you don't understand your own feelings, your own weaknesses then how can you tell them to others. How can we trust you to know your limits if you don't admit them to yourself?"

I knelt down and stroked a stray her hair out of her face. "I don't want to hurt you Kate, I don't get off on it. Some people do, they revel in the pain and fear that they inflict on their partners. Not me, I want you to enjoy what we do together which is why I need to trust you. If you can't handle this, if you think this is beyond what you can accept then please, please drop the battery."

She looked in my eyes, then over at where her mother sat shaking with anticipation. "I need to learn my lesson. I will accept my punishment, whatever it may be."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you Kate, you may have just saved us all."

I moved behind her and swung the strap lightly but firmly, hitting the back of her thighs instead of her already punished ass.

"Seven, eight, nine!" she screamed then collapsed onto the sofa with a gasp of relief when she heard the strap fall to the floor. "Oh god, oh god it hurts." She sobbed.

I gently ran my hand over her tender reddened flesh, she flinched at the touch. "Yes, it hurts and the hurt will linger. But there is a benefit to the punishment, it makes the reward so much better."

She didn't move or respond, she was just laying there over the arm of the sofa. Her body was shaking and her reddened ass jiggled slightly. I gently slid my finger along her ass crack and down between her pussy lips. That got a reaction.

"Oooohhhhh" she moaned softly.

"I told you." I murmured, nudging her legs apart and settling down onto my knees behind her. "The pain gets the nerves stimulated, makes every sensation more intense." I gently pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid my tongue up the length of her pussy.

"Aaaahhhhhhh" she gasped, arching her back and lifting her head off of the cushion. I heard her cuffs jingle as she tugged at them.

"No, no. You stay right there little girl. I'm not done with you yet." I told her then slid the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips and worked it up and down, tasting her fluids as they started to flow.

"Oh fuck, oh my god." She gasped. "Mmmmmmmmm"

I slowly slid one of my fingers into her now lubricated cunt, working the tip back and forth along the inside of her pussy while my tongue continued it's slow rhythmic up and down licking. Her hips squirmed in my face, struggling to push herself back in order to get me deeper inside her.