Author's note: This is a continuation of my Best Friends series. If you have not done so, I strongly recommend you read Best Friends Ch. 03 in the "Toys and Masturbation" section. Enjoy and Please vote.
It was difficult to guess just how Sarah had planned to pull it off, but she had implied that she wanted to bring her 24 year-old daughter, Carrie, over so that I could introduce her to "chaining". In my thoughts, I had tried to anticipate every possible approach Sarah had in mind. I needn't have bothered, because what actually transpired was not in any of the scenarios I had envisioned.
What I knew for certain, was that Carrie's contempt for me was equaled in the visa-versa. Carrie was a spoiled rotten little bitch that treated her mother like shit. Carrie's world revolved around Carrie, and when things didn't go Carrie's way, she berated her mother until mother would finally give in. It had been that way since Carrie was 5 years old.
I also knew that it had been 30 years since I have dipped my fingers into a twenty-year old pussy and if it happened, it would probably be the last time. Being a good Boy Scout, I got prepared. The chain I had purchased for Sarah was cleaned, inspected carefully for any rough mill marks, and sanitized. I had also prepared a towel, plastic bag to protect the carpet, a bowl and a tube of lubricant. With those items placed at the ready, I set up the video camera, out of sight, on a shelf in the corner of the living room. I showered, dressed in a tee shirt and boxers, and awaited their arrival.
Things went badly right from the get-go. Sarah had to practically drag Carrie out of the car when they arrived. Once inside, Carrie let me know that she had a date and they weren't going to be staying long. Sarah ignored her daughter, poured a glass of wine for the three of us and took a seat in the living room.
Carrie grew immediately impatient. "You don't have time for socializing. What are you, Deaf? I told you I need to get home!" Carrie was standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and glaring at her mother.
"Relax, Carrie." I injected.
"You stay out of this!" The little bitch barked at me.
Sarah ignored her daughter, she had spied the length of chain on the coffee table. "Is that for me?" She said with a gleam in her eye.
Following Sarah's lead, I replied. "Sure is, it's a bit longer that the other, but I think you can handle it." I guessed that Sarah was trying to spur Carrie's curiosity about the chain, but it didn't work.
"If you're going to sit there and talk about a chain, give me the fucking car keys! I'm going home!"
"George gave me the most incredible orgasm with a chain, yesterday, I was hoping to have him do the same for you." So much for being subtle.
Now at this point a simple "NO" would have sufficed and it would have ended right there, but that was not Carrie's style. "You what?" She screamed. "What a pathetic old cow you are! Can't get a real cock stuck in that shriveled old cunt of yours, so you need a chain. What a fucking whore you are! Jesus, I can't believe you, Dad is right, you are a slut. If you think for a half a minute I am going to let that disgusting mother fucker over there (she pointed at me, I told you she loved me) get any where near me with a chain or anything else, not only are you pathetic, but you're crazy, too! No thanks! I can still get a real man. I'm getting the car keys and getting the fuck out of here!" Her tirade complete, Carrie turned and began to leave the room.
Whether it was reference to Sarah's ex-husband (who was a useless drunk), the names she called her mother, or years of pent-up frustration or a combination of all doesn't really matter, despite the cause, the effect was the same. Sarah jumped up from her seat, grabbed the exiting Carrie from behind and with a move a Judo expert would be proud of, swept Carrie off her feet, causing both to fall onto the floor. Carrie landed on her back, with her mother on top of her.
Sarah tried to use the initial shock of the tackle to her advantage. She tried to grab her daughter's arms and roll her onto her back.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Carrie screamed.
Sarah didn't answer, she conserved the energy for the struggle and she continued to try getting a hold of Carrie's now flailing arms.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Carrie screamed and with a burst of strength managed to shove her mother off of her and get to her feet.
Sarah recovered and grabbed the top of her daughter's skirt, ripping it.
"YOU CRAZY CUNT," Carrie yelled. "I PAID EIGHTY BUCKS FOR THIS SKIRT."
The daughter no longer tried to get away, but went on the offensive. Sarah was wearing a denim dress. Carrie grabbed the shoulder straps and tried to roll her mother off of her, but the thread holding the snaps gave away and Carrie found herself holding just the straps and lost the leverage.
Sarah managed to get her hands wrapped around Carrie's wrists, and pin the girl's arms on the floor. Carrie kicked and bucked, and managed to twist her head and bit her mother's arm. Sarah's hand released Carrie's wrist, giving Carrie the chance to land a solid slap on the older woman's face.
Trying to regain the advantage, Sarah grabbed the front of Carrie's blouse, but the buttons on it ripped off, exposing a lacy bra, that was ripped away with Sarah's next grab.
Both mother and daughter are of equal height- just a little over five feet. The daughter, however, at maybe ninety pounds, gave up about twenty pounds to her mother. It was the weight difference and rage-fueled adrenaline that gave Sarah the final advantage. After three or four minutes of grappling, clothes ripping and clawing, the mother managed to get her daughter rolled over. She then sat on her daughter's back, facing the girl's feet. As soon as Sarah got the girl pinned, she collected Carrie's arms and placed them under her own knees. The only thing Carrie had left to fight with, was her legs, but all she could do with them was hit air.
Both women were panting from the exertion, but that didn't stop Carrie from screaming oaths and epitaphs at her mother. She only stopped her verbal barrage when the weight of her mother on her chest made it difficult for her to breathe.
Red-faced and out of breath, Sarah rested a moment, while maintaining her perch. Turning her head, she said. "I've thought for a long time, that you've needed a good spanking and fucking. Well, now's the time!"
Carrie tried to speak, but her mother shifted her weight, causing only a grunt from the daughter.
Sarah grabbed the tattered remains of Carrie's tropical print dress and ripped it the rest of the way off. The dress was the wrap around type, which tied at the waist. Sarah ripped the heavier material from the top of the dress, freed one of Sarah's arms, tied the cloth around it, then grabbed the other arm and securely tied the two arms together behind her back.
Once Sarah was assured that Carrie's arms were securely bound, she slid off of her back. Feeling the change, Carrie tried to roll in the opposite direction. Her move was rewarded with a hard slap on her ass, forcing her back onto her stomach.
Sarah's actions had taken me by complete surprise. When the wrestling match first began, my initial reaction was to intervene, but I immediately thought better of it. Seeing the determination on Sarah's face made me realize that this was something that the woman had to do. She knew that the little bitch needed to be put in her place, and only she could do it-albeit a little late. I sat back and decided that I would only step in if either of the women was going to be seriously injured or my property was going to be damaged.
When Sarah had finally managed to pin her daughter, Carrie's head was pointing at me and Sarah's back was blocking my view. When she rolled off, I was treated to a clear view of Carrie's cute, little, firm ass. The fabric of her thong underwear disappeared between two perfectly shaped, bare cheeks-each not much larger than my own hand.
I wasn't certain that Sarah would follow through with her threat of spanking, but her first blow on her daughter's naked cheeks, removed all doubt.
Carrie's reaction to the first blow was another vitriol of oaths. Then she said, "When I get away, I'm going to call the cops and have your flabby ass sent to jail."
The words sent a chill through my spine. Carrie was an adult and what Sarah had just done and was going to continue to do, was nothing short of assault. And if she followed through with her promise of a "good fucking", the cops would add rape to the growing list of felonies. I looked over at the video camera, and made certain that the little red light was blinking. At least I would have proof that I had not been involved.
Sarah ignored her daughter's threat, and landed another blow-followed by three more, each harder than the last. Carrie was no longer talking, but crying in pain. Three solid spanks later, her defiance was gone and she was pleading, between sods, for her mother to stop. She didn't.
"I should have done this years ago!" Sarah exclaimed, just before landing another spank.
"It's time you learn a little respect!" Another spank. The girls' cheeks were now a bright crimson and decorated with a number of raised welts.
Carrie's sobbing, became a full cry and scream with the new blows. I had seen enough. Just as Sarah wound up for another blow, I grabbed her wrist. Sarah's head turned, her anger now focused on me. Tears were flowing from her eyes.
"I thinks she's had enough," I said softly.
Sarah looked at the result of her handy work on her daughter's ass. "I suppose you're right. But, I am not done, yet." She got to her feet. "Don't move!" She commanded Carrie.
Without the benefit of the shoulder straps, Sarah's dress puddled around her feet when she stood. She simply stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She was not wearing underwear, and I immediately noticed her clit protruding prominently from her labia lips. Strangely, the confrontation had aroused her and a quick inventory check made me realize I was aroused, as well.
Sarah collected the chain, lube, towel and plastic I had set out. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a vibrator she had brought with her. The she walked back to her sobbing daughter, and instructed her to roll over and spin around. Carrie didn't immediately honor her request, so Sarah threatened her with another spanking.
With her hands still bound, it was difficult for Carrie to comply, but eventually, she managed the task. Mercifully, her bound arms kept her tender buttocks from touching the floor.
