Ms. Nelsons New Boy

"Aaagh, Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

Ms Nelson's thighs contracted around his head so tight as she bucked against his mouth, Paul thought his head might be crushed. He could make out her muffled screams of pleasure as she rode his face.

Toni arched her back, pressing the fullness of her pussy onto the boy's face as she came. She held him there for a moment after and then pushed him out from between her legs onto his sore bottom.

"Apology accepted," she said, with a blissful grin on her face.

Paul sprawled before her bemused and broken. She could see a bit of the wine colored bruising spreading over his cheeks.

"Stand up and turn around. Paul."

He obeyed with admirable speed, rising to his feet, trying to hide his growing tumescence out of a misplaced, but incredibly cute, sense of modesty. He turned away and displayed her handiwork. As she took in the tapestry of contusion, she was surprised that she had allowed herself to go so hard on a virgin, and more surprised to see how well he took it *along with his superlative reaction.*

"Stay here, Paul."

She fetched some soothing lotion from the bathroom and made her way back to the living room, pleased to see the Boy standing there, perfectly still, breathing slowly. She took her seat and pulled him towards her by his hip.

Paul felt weird - strangely calm and giddy. The palpable heat coming off his abused ass told him that he should still be in a rather large amount of discomfort, but he felt... floaty, oddly at peace about having being harshly punished and forced to go down on his neighbor, not that he wouldn't have jump at the offer if he had been given a choi-

Ms. Nelson was tugging at his hip, so he stepped backwards towards her, allowed the to adjust his posture.

He winced when she applied the cool lotion to his fever hot behind. The gentle contact with his mottled red and purple flesh stung and made him want to flinch away, But he stayed, calm in still in her hands 'til she was done, and she pulled him onto her bare lap.

"So what do you think?"

Paul became aware that she had been talking to him for the last few minutes as she cared for his bruises. Everything she had said had failed to register as anything other than soothing noises intended to comfort him while she treated the wounds she had gleefully caused earlier.

He made a thinking noise, "hmm, uhh" trying to figure out what she might have been saying.

"If you aren't comfortable I understand, but..." She reached into his lap to handle his prominent yet unnoticed erection. "I think it's pretty clear at least part of you enjoyed this. Why don't you think it over tonight. If you'd like be my boy..." She have him a few pumps for emphasis. "...come over tomorrow at nine. You can tell your parents you're going to mow my lawn, which will be true by the way, and we'll discuss the arrangement in greater detail."

Two Months Later

The unreasonable August sun beat down on the patio, causing Toni to perspire as freely as her pitcher of sangria. The New Boy, as she still thought of him, was just starting on the back yard. She kept an older mower with no push assist around, so he had really worked up a sweat in the front lawn as she relaxed back here.

By her request, or order rather, he'd doffed his baggy basketball shorts and was mowing the fenced-in back yard in just cotton briefs and tennis shoes. Mowing front to back gave her a marvelous view of his legs and ass as he pushed the stubborn mower down the yard and let the watch him, struggle to walk straight with a hard on when he pushed towards her sunning in a barely there yellow bikini.

She had surprised herself by how relieved she was to find that he was going to university in town. His dorm, she already knew, was about fifteen minutes from her work.

Not that they could play there. Much.

Today she had planned sort of an informal two month anniversary. Watching the *new* Boy mow the lawn was supposed to get her keyed up for turning his butt five shades a purple, but she could hardly wait. Scratch that. She couldn't wait. He could finish the yard later.

Toni signaled for him to cut the engine.

"Boy, I need you to take care of something inside."

Paul, knew the drill. He helped her up, and then turned on the garden hose, before giving the nozzle to his Miss and removing his shoes. stood on the edge of the patio waiting for Miss to hose off the errant grass cuttings that had adhered themselves to his sweaty skin.

"Undies too!" She said with a smile, immediately before drenching him with the high powered nozzle. "Aww, too slow. It seems you'll have to finish up with out them. Now hop inside, and if you drip on my carpet, I'm going to be very upset!"