The Perfect Beginning Ch. 09

"Come here."  She patted the bed next to her.  She loved her boy and decided she felt like making out for a few minutes.  She'd let him ask to kiss her feet in a few minutes.

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This is fucked up and gone on way too long!  

Michele was at her desk doing her homework.  He barged in ready to have it out.  

"Michele, we have to talk.  I'm sorry, but your homework needs to wait.  This is important and has waited way too long.  We are talking now."  Tim was impressed.  He sounded like an adult even to himself.

Michele's eyebrows raised in surprise.  She was surprised that he'd found the courage to approach her like this.  Yet she was neither shocked nor unprepared.  "Alright Tim, if this can't wait...what is it?" she asked with a tired sigh.

"It's your affair with Becky!" he said shrilly.  He tried to collect himself and his nearly hysterical voice and it proved a challenge he was not quite up for as, while nearly hyperventilating, he revealed to Michele how wrong it all was and his feelings of betrayal.  "You can't do this Michele, it's not right!  You have to treat me better than that!"

Smiling brightly, "You mean this is what your little tissy fit is about?"  She started laughing casually with genuine mirth.  Her sense of being a girl was still so much a part of her identity.

"Yes, yes it is!"

Michele relished the thrill.  She savored the goose bumps on her arms and her hard nipples made her feel wonderfully wicked.  As the rush shot through her body,

Mmmmmm this feels good!  

"Well look at you.  Your trying so hard to be a big boy.  Did someone put on his big-boy pants this morning?"  She smiled brightly at his blustering stand.  The girl had not lost her appetite for drama.  "You are wearing your panties, I hope?"

Suddenly rigid with fear, "Oh yes, Miss, I am!"  She saw clearly his imagined panty boycott and pinned him to the wall with her insight.  He was so relieved he did not dare disrespect her that way but then cursed himself as he discovered he was already distracted from his purpose.

"You have to stop this.  I...I...I forbid you to see her anymore!"

She made a dramatic gesture of moving her head back suddenly while making her eyes go large in surprise.  "Really?" she said in disbelief.  Still smiling, "You forbid me?  Do you now?  You are going to forbid me? Oh my god, get over it.

"You are about to get me angry Timmy.  Actually...you have already kind of pissed me off, just a little," said with a focused and determined smile.  "God, I'm tired of all your drama."

Yet her smile, tone and everything about her body language suggested she'd enjoy putting him in his place.

He almost said, I don't care, but held his tongue.  

"It's no big deal so just get over it," she said intentionally minimizing his feelings, something she took pleasure in doing whenever it was convenient.

"No, Michele, it is a big deal," he said on the edge of hysteria.  "You can't do this to me!"

Springing up, she said with total contempt, "Oh no, not again.  You're not going to cry are you?  Don't you dare cry!  Don't you dare!  God, you are so emotional!  You always cry! It's so manipulative. It's so weak." 

She felt her whole body come alive.  Every part of her was firm and flush.  She was the cat pouncing on her boy-prey.  She was the huntress.

He hated when she did that.  He knew he was not going to cry.  He'd been nowhere near to tears...until she mentioned it.  It almost seemed like she wanted him to cry.  He felt his lower lip quiver in that all too familiar and totally involuntary run up to a good cry.  He had to will the tears not to spill. 

Anger was his only aid...but anger always earned him a slap down or worse and in the face of her response, he felt his anger flagging.  It was getting very difficult to breath and he was awash in anxiety.

Overwhelming him emotionally and causing him to cry was one of her most favorite things to do and because of all the foundational work she'd done on their relationship, it was so easy to achieve. Fear, humiliation, despair, shame and tears were always hers for the push of a single button.

Tim was anything but aroused, but Michele was.  In a calm and controlled tone, "It's not like I was sneaking around.  I showed you exactly what was going on between us.  And it's no big deal.  It's not like we are breaking up or anything.  PMS a little?  God, what a little girl.  Just a weepy, little girl at heart."  Michele was being absolutely reasonable.

Tim felt his little penis in his soft, snug little panties and hated that he was forced to wear them. 

Why...why does she do this to me?  Doesn't she know I'm in love with her?

"It is to me!" he said when the tears did come at last.  "I'm in love with you."

"God, you are such a crybaby!" said with the most condescending and contemptuous smile.  "Total drama queen. It's like we can't even have a conversation without you crying like a little girl.  Anytime you try to wear your big boy pants, you forget what you have on underneath.  What are you wearing under your big boy pants, Timmy?"  She asked with the biggest smile. 

Her arousal was peaking.  In this moment, she had two inch talons for fingernails and sinking them into her boy was an exquisite delight.  

As he faltered, "Come on now," she prompted.  "Who are you at your core?  What are you wearing underneath?"

"Panties."  

To Michele, that single utterance was so beautiful.  Of course there was anger, but there was so much more.  It was mostly about defeat and arousal.  There was certainly no way he could look at her when he said it.

As he said the word, she had a little orgasm.

"That's right, let us not lose sight of that: you wear little girl, under-panties.  You wear them because I make you.  Get in touch with that.  It's meaningful.  You are nothing but a panty-cock.  You have a little penis named Missy who comes obediently whenever she's called.  Isn't that true?"

"Yes," he said to the ground.

"Certainly.  Missy's a good, obedient, little bitch.  I should not have to explain to you the position that puts me in.  If you weren't so incredibly selfish, you'd understand that I have needs too.  I have needs you know nothing about and could not possibly satisfy...ever. 

"A panty-cock isn't going to cut it!  Why should I sacrifice?  I think I've sacrificed way too much already! 

"You wear panties for god's sake!  You are a panty-boy," as though that explained everything. 

"You don't think I'm tempted to go out and find my equal, someone who could take care of my needs? Go on Mr. Big-Man, tell me: Why should I sacrifice any more than I already have?"

This was where he was to push his point and take it to her.  This was the where and the when he was to explain to her that love and relationships required a commitment that was by its very nature a sacrifice.  This was when he was to express his need and because she cared about him, she needed to sacrifice. 

He needed to say all these things and more, but she'd easily ridden out his fight.  He felt the weight of her on his back, the spurs in his flanks and the bit in his mouth. 

He looked at her standing there in her tiny, cotton shorts and wife beater t-shirt and her aggressive stance and that angry, joyous and victorious expression.  She was in her happy/angry mode.  She was a vision. 

He knew how incredibly lucky he was to have found the love of his life.  This was all so wrong and made doubly so when he felt his penis rising in his panties.  He too felt the mean little Barbie scissoring his hard, little penis.  Happily she rode and mastered his manhood all the while kicking her heel backward into his balls.

"Because...because...I don't know..."  He was a confuse and emotional mess.

"I want you to think about the spanking you are going to get while you finish with the kitchen.  Think about how rude you've been to me and how selfish you've been." 

As if to herself, "To think I actually brought her to him to share!  God that pisses me off!" 

Back to Tim, "You think about that and then come and find me.  You have an appointment with the paddle, young man.  And just know that when I'm spanking you, you will need to explain all of it to me."

"Okay, Ms. Michele," he said in shock.  "I'm sorry."

"Sorry is a good start.  We'll get to that spanking when you are ready."

*

He did his housework with a far away look on his face. 

He was angry...or he was sure he should be

...but is Michele right?  Am I being selfish? I can't satisfy her as a man and I can't satisfy her as well as another woman. 

He knew he could not compete with Becky as she was physical and sexual perfection. 

He still felt like what she expected of him was wrong

But maybe it's not?  If I can't do my job, if I can't totally satisfy her sexual needs, is it fair to keep her from taking care of her own needs.  She satisfies me. 

He was so lustful of his girl that he managed to exclude from his very manipulated thoughts the minor detail that he was still a virgin and  aside from the few times her mockery of him caused him to suffer a premature ejaculation, she'd never so much as provided him with a single orgasm. 

I mean, if I can't satisfy her, maybe I'm lucky she stays with me.  Maybe it isn't such a big deal if it is what keeps her from leaving me?  I know Michele is right in that sometimes I can be so selfish. And now I get a spanking. 

And then he felt his despair.

*

As Tim approached her, "Are you ready for your spanking?" she asked with a smile.  She seemed in a buoyant and almost jubilant mood.

"Yes please," he responded in a daze.

She smiled again brightly.  "Go to my room and hold your cute, little paddle.  I'll be right in."  Tim could not get over how happy she was.

She let him wait a few extra minutes and enjoyed the additional anxiety it caused him.  Meeting him in her room, she stood before him and let him hold the small, hairbrush sized, wooden paddle she'd made in wood-shop.  She beamed up at him joyfully, "Ask me nicely now."

She did not mind in the least at letting her good mood show.  She always loved lowering his shorts and he did not disappoint her, Tim's cock was big, hard and pulsing in his Kitties.  She loved that he could be this frightened and totally aroused. 

Often as she administered a punishment spanking, it was at this point, just before she draped him over her knee that he began to cry for her. She'd lecture and he'd begin tearing up. With his tears, he was all hers and even when angry, she was delighted. Always his breath began to hitch and this always spurred her on.

Oh yes! Fear me! You should be scared, little boy.

If she required a verbal response, she joyed as he labored breathing always made his words catch.

"Look at me, little man."

He looked down at her beautiful seated form.  Though happy, she also looked predatory and hungry. 

"You are going to get a hard, little spanking now."  As he looked at her with tears down his cheeks and fear all over his face, she went from smiling to making a little "poor you" pouty face and then back to smiling.  "Over my knee now," she said sweetly. 

She loved the familiar feeling of his cock touching her thigh.  "Now, I'm going to give you a nice, hard little smack bottom (that was a British term she got from her pen-pals Miranda and Dorothy.  "But I'm going to try letting you give the scolding."

Tim's head was swimming with confusion.  

"I'll spank and then every time I stop, you will scold yourself by explaining how wrong you were, how naughty you were, exactly what you did wrong, how you are deficient and how you can be more supportive ... and how you need to behave." she said brightly.  "Make sure to get it right or this spanking will just go on and on," she said happily.

Tim could not remember the last time she seemed so carefree and happy.  And he corrected his earlier thought: she was not almost jubilant, she could not have been more jubilant...and he did not understand why.

"Okay, this is going to be fun...well, for me at least."  Often when Michele punished Tim, she easily projected a stern, no nonsense bearing.  Not this time. "I'll spank and when I tell you to, you can tell me what you need to say.  Okay, sweetie?  Here we go."

Tim braced himself. 

SPANK   SPANK   SPANK   SPANK  

The first four always felt wonderful, yet he was filled with dread for he knew what followed was agony.

"Now."

"I've been, very, very bad!" 

Michele laughed happily.  "Good."

Spank   Spank   Spank   Spank   Spank  

She touched his shoulder.

"Ouch, ouch!  I've been so naughty because I've been so selfish...so selfish!

SpankSpank   SpankSpank   SpankSpank

She signaled him.

"Owwwww, please," he begged.  "I've been so selfish because I've not been able to take care of Ms. Michele's needs and...and told her Becky could not do for her what...what I couldn't.  I'm selfish!  And that is wrong!  I'm a bad boy. I'm so sorry!"

SPANK SPANK   SPANK                   SPANK

His crying was unabated.

Owwwww god! 

Prayer seemed not to help.

"I should never, ever tell her anything like that again...ever!  If I can't please her, it does not mean that Becky shouldn't!"

SPANK                                          SPANK

"That's right. Keep going; your doing very well," she encouraged warmly. "You really are on the right track."

"I'm...I'm just a little boy and you are a grown up.  Little boys should never tell grown ups what to do!"

SPANK                                     SPANK SPANK

"Good. That's a very important one. Little boys never tell grown ups. Never."

"I'm just a little boy and need to always do what you say!"

"Of course, Timothy, obedience is foundational to our relationship. Little boys always obey.

"You are doing very well," she said with warm, maternal pleasure.  "Keep it up, little boy."

Tim's eyes were huge with pain, despair and confusion.  He knew he was being punished, but she was so happy, pleased and

...aroused? 

She sounded aroused to Tim but he was having a difficult time trusting his own judgment at the moment.  It was then that he noticed that his erection was still pressing into Michele's leg.  Usually when he remained hard throughout a real punishment spanking, he was too distracted to know it.

Spank             Spank          

She put down the paddle.

spank  spank  spank

Though they burned terribly, the just administered spanks were noticeably lighter.  He knew he really was getting it right.  It was then that he realized what he must do.  Though it was painful, both physically and emotionally, he could not deny a certain rightness to it.  He needed Michele more than anything in his life and needed to do anything and everything to keep her. 

She'd made great concessions to be with him so it only seemed fair that he do likewise.  "I have to stop being so selfish!" he admonished himself. "I'm a bad, bad boy.

"Yes, little one, you've been terribly selfish. Naughty, little boy."

"I'm not good enough!  I...I know you need more.  You have grown up needs. I'm not able to totally satisfy you myself...I'm sorry."

"Exactly right!  But how are you inadequate?  Say it!" she demanded.

"I'm not a real man.  I...I have a baby...a baby dick.  I'm a panty-boy.  I'm your panty-boy.  You're the adult.  A...a little boy can not satisfy a grown woman and...and sometimes adults need to be with other adults. I know that."

"Could a little boy ever satisfy a grown woman?"

"Never. It's not possible." His heart sank with the admission. he knew he could not ever completely satisfy Michele.

How could anybody, though?

Michele paused and laughed happily. What he said was perfect. He sounded sincerely contrite to Michele and uttered through his tearful sobbing, it was music to her ears. 

Almost there, little boy.  Almost there.  Just a little bit...  I know you can get there.

spank   spank   spank   spank   spank   spank

It was clear to Tim that she'd stopped spanking him in earnest.  What she just administered was akin to a spanky or a play spanking.  She was pleased with what he said and he was sure she was encouraging him.  His erection pulsed harder into her leg.

"Please...I'm sorry.  If you want to..."

spank         spank        spank

"What were you saying, baby boy?  A little louder."

His head was spinning now as he could not believe what he was going to say...what he wanted to say.  Arching his lower spine and thrusting his ass up toward Michele's spanking hand, "Please, Ms. Michele, I want you to sleep with my best friend...if that's what you want."

They appraised one another in the spanking mirror.  Michele looked as though she was relishing a predatory joy.  Her smile was fierce and her eyes were half lidded as her orgasm overtook her.  Tim looked lost in confusion and sexual need.  His eyes were half lidded as well, as he felt the strong stirrings of his own approaching orgasm.  

Michele knew what was just beyond his reach and laughed joyously as she delivered a startlingly hard spank to his tender backside attempting to short circuit his pending wet pleasure.  Michele had no intention of supplying her boy with orgasms.  It simply was not appropriate.  That's his job.  He's my pleasure-boy.  "Good bitch."

She smiled as she watched him shiver.

It was then that Tim became consciously aware of what he'd quietly accepted some time ago: good bitch, were the most effective and beautiful words Michele had ever said to him.  He all but came undone with love, arousal and adoration for Michele whenever she bestowed this uniquely condescending praise upon him.  It made him shiver as a rush of submissive desire pulsed through his entire body and validated his role as her simpering, love struck bitch.

I love her so much.

Michele was a bit surprised by her own level of arousal.  She'd just had a small orgasm and knew she'd use her boy for another as soon as she'd recovered from the first.  It was then that she discovered another surprise.

She decided to prolong the spanky since she was enjoying herself so much. He'd just encouraged him to sleep with his best friend and she'd never felt closer to him.