I began to pull on my shorts and pants, and then button my shirt as I responded. "You know, I just ate a couple hours ago, but all that dancing and running around has made me a bit hungry. Let's go." I figured if she was going to be in charge of me the following eight hours I best start things off on the right foot.
I followed her out to her car and she drove us to a nearby greasy spoon we used to frequent when we were dating. I could not help but wonder whether she wanted to relive "the good ole days" or if she just really liked to eat there. Regardless, I was hungry and she was buying, so I was not complaining.
"Your wife is so lucky to have you," Heather said, as we sat down. "I should have held onto you while I had the chance."
I did not know how to respond, so I didn't. I just took a long drink of my coke and waited for her to finish.
She went on to say how wonderful a boyfriend I had been, but she thought she wanted someone with more of an edge. Then she said that it was really her mom's fault, because she kept telling her how young she was, and that she needed to play the field more.
The conversation went on with that general theme for the next hour. No matter how hard I tried to change the subject, it always came back there. I was able to find out that she was still single and still stripping. A number of Sugar Daddies, which she kept interested by never actually allowing them a taste, kept her bank account full, as well as her garage. Unfortunately, despite never lacking funds, she felt her life was empty.
As our meal came to a conclusion she paid the bill and we went out to her car. As we drove she began to tell me what I was going to do for her over the next eight hours. She started out by revisiting the fact that it was her mom's fault that we were not together and that was something she has never been able to get over. Then she said that she wanted me to punish her mom for her.
I shot her a look of disbelief as we pulled into her mom's driveway.
"I've got it all planned out. Follow me," Heather said, as she grabbed a bag from her back seat and we went inside.
"My mom won't be home until after three. She always goes to see grandpa on Sunday afternoons and she never gets back before that," she said, as she pulled a strange bottle from her bag and threw it to me.
"What's this?" I asked as I looked over the bottle.
"The bouncers where I work use it to knock out unruly customers without hurting them or causing a scene. You are going to use it on my mom." She responded as she pulled several other items from her bag and explained the rest of her plan.
After Heather told me what she wanted to do, I offered this solution to her, "How about I tie you up to a chair in front of the door, so your mom sees you the second she walks in and is distracted while I come from behind and put the cloth over her face to knock her out. Then from there I will toy with both of you to make it look good."
"I love it," Heather said, obviously excited about my proposition.
I had Heather strip down to her bra and panties and then tied her arms behind her in the chair and her legs to the sides. Once she was secure, I messed up her hair and undid the front clasp of the bra. I really did this for my own sake, but I told her it would look more believable. She bought it.
A couple minutes later, I heard the garage door open as her mom returned home. I took my place just around the corner so that I could grab her the second she saw her beautiful daughter all tied up.
A moment later, she walked in with her head down messing with something in her purse. "Heather, are you here?" she called out, without looking up.
"Mom," Heather gasped, as though she was terrified by what was going on.
"Heather, what happened to you?" Liz said, finally looking up and seeing her distressed daughter bound half-naked to her dining room chair.
While Liz moved towards her daughter, I quickly slid out of my hiding place and wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed the soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggled briefly and then went limp in my arms. I carried her gently over to the large dining room table and quickly began to disrobe her.
"Let me go, first," Heather shouted at me.
"You really aren't in a position to be making demands," I said, as I stripped her mother down to just her thong.
As I turned her over onto her stomach, I could not help but notice how good a shape she was in for a woman her age. (She looked just like Heather except a couple more wrinkles and her breasts sagged a bit. Basically, she was a typical MILF.) Then I took some duct tape and taped her wrists to the corners of the table and tied her waist securely to the table. After that I went back over to where Heather sat.
I pinched her nipple a bit and teased that maybe I should just leave her tied up. Then I came up with a better idea. After I released her, we carried the coffee table closer to the dining area so that it was in perfect line of sight for Liz when she woke up. Then Heather lay down on her back and I tied her spread-eagle to it.
Once I was happy with the stage I had set, I went to the kitchen and found a pair of scissors and cut Heather's panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. Her glistening, shaven pussy revealed to me that she was already incredibly turned on by this chain of events.
I went to the dining room and released one extension on the table so that Liz's legs and ass fell off the end and she was now held on the table by just the tape on her wrists and the rope around her waist. As soon as her body slid into this position, she began to wake up.
Soon, she got her bearings and caught sight of her daughter and realized the position she was in. "Where is he?" she hollered angrily as she jerked her head around trying to find me. "When I get through with him, he is going to wish he was never born."
"Are you looking for me?" I asked coyly as I walked up from behind her to where she could see me better.
She immediately began to cuss and threaten me even more and tell me how worthless I was. I did not want to hear it.
I grabbed the scissors from the counter and slipped them under the fabric of her thong and clipped them off. All the while she kept yelling about how much trouble I was in. Then I took her panties and shoved them in her mouth and slapped a piece of tape over them to keep them in place.
"Finally, some silence," I mocked, as I began to remove my shirt and pants. "Now it is my turn to tell you what is going on."
I went on to tell her how this was Heather's idea to get back at her. Then I made up a part about how I liked the idea but decided to turn the tables on Heather as well. I told them that they'd both better cooperate if they knew what was good for them. After a little prodding, some hair grabbing and such, they both agreed that I was in charge. Once I had them under control, I removed the gags from their mouths.
Then I stepped behind Liz and began to caress her bottom. "Not bad, not bad at all," I commented, as I gave her tush a little squeeze. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she kept quiet.
Then I shuffled around the kitchen a bit and then returned with a wooden spatula. "I think it's time we get started on that punishment." I said as I ran the wooden instrument across her ass.
SMACK!
I swatted her bottom with the spatula. She winced just a bit. She practically dared me to do it harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
This time I put a bit more into it and she was struggling to compose herself.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Now I was really having fun. In spite of the increasingly red marks on her bottom, I began to sense she might be enjoying it too.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"That was ten," I said. "Now tell Heather you are sorry for breaking us up." Then I rubbed her bottom while I waited.
She paused for just a moment, and then spoke. "I'm sorry, Heather." she blurted, with relative sincerity.
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