I couldn't remember the last time I was so nervous. I got caught. I can't believe I got caught. How could I have been so careless? And there I was sitting in her room... on her bed... waiting. I knew I was not allowed to watch porn, but one of my friends had a video and I was supposed to have been alone that night. Things did not go as planned.
I was so wrapped up in watching the video; I didn't hear my nightmother come home early from the dinner party she attended. She walked in behind and cleared her throat loudly as I sat totally lost in the movie. I spun around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips, looking very angry. She was wearing a black, low cut, full sequin dress, the kind that shimmers and glimmers in the light. Her long auburn hair was done up and she was wearing her glasses. I quickly turned the video off and stood to face her. I could feel my face red with embarrassment. She pointed at the stairs and told me to wait in her room. Not daring to argue, I did exactly what I was told.
I looked up to see her standing in the doorway. Her evening dress glistened in the bedroom light. Her ruby red lips were smiling seductively. With one hand on the doorframe and the other on her hip, she spoke softly.
"You've been a very naughty boy, Andrew."
"Yes ma'am," I replied, "I didn't think that...."
"Be quiet," she interrupted. Her voice was now sharp and she wasn't smiling anymore. She walked in and told me to stand. "I make the rules in this house, young man. I expect them to be followed. When you break my rules you are disrespecting me. I will not be disrespected in my own fucking house. Do you understand me?" Before I could answer she continued. Now her voice was even sterner. "How dare you. How fucking dare you bring that into my house when you know it's forbidden."
She stepped back, put her hands back on her hips and said in a calm, steady voice, "Take off your clothes."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"You heard me, young man. I want all of your clothes on the floor this instant."
I stood there with my mouth open for a moment, and then I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop. I pulled my socks off, then my pants. I was standing in front of her wearing only my boxers. She snapped her fingers and pointed at them. I knew exactly what she meant. I slowly lowered my boxers completely exposing myself to her. She looked me up and down. She gazed at me like someone staring at a painting, taking it all in.
"Turn around," she said, in the same smooth tone of voice, "now bend over; elbows on the bed." I did as instructed. I heard her move across the room to her dresser. I looked back to see her pulling a leather whip out of a drawer. A sense of fear and excitement rushed through me. She was about to whip me, but my blood ran hot with a longing for what she was about to give.
"You've disobeyed me," she said, "now Nightmother is going to teach you a lesson."
She snapped the whip across my backside and I felt the sharp sting of the leather against my bare flesh. I gritted my teeth and braced for another strike. SNAP! Again the whip fell, this time a little harder. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. SNAP! She brought it down even harder and I let out a small grunt of pain. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Again and again she lashed me. I couldn't help but to wimper and moan from the marks that Nightmother's whip was leaving on my skin. SNAP! With tears running down my face, I was now yelping with every crack of her whip. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And then it stopped....
The room was quiet except for my light sobbing. I lay there across her bed not knowing what was coming next. I was surprised to feel her hands softly caressing my buttocks. It was almost like she was gently trying to touch the pain away. Her loving hands brought me comfort. The hands that moments before had beaten me raw was now so tender and caring.
"Stand up," she said. I stood, but did not turn to face her. My thoughts and emotions were twisted and running wild. It was like a raging animal inside me was trying to break loose. I knew she had even more in store for me.
"Turn around," she said softly,with a sweetness that made my whole body tingle. I turned to look at her... and it was like I was seeing her in a brand new light. This beautiful, sexy woman standing there, holding that whip; it was almost too much to comprehend. I had never seen her with such power, such dominance, and overwhelming passion. She walked over to her dresser and put the whip back in the drawer. She returned in front of me and put her hands back on her hips.
