Message-ID: <37334asstr$1026817805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020716010724.50891.qmail@web21105.mail.yahoo.com> From: Jane Parks MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 18:07:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Puppet (f/F Humil) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 07:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Puppet Jane Parks (f/F Humil) I kind of stole this one from Cowgirl. I hope she doesn't mind too much. Lacy's mother Vera rolled down her car window and angrily called out to her. "Lacy! Stop wasting my time and get in this car right now." Lacy glanced over her shoulder to where her mother was waiting for her in front of the mall entrance. Then she made a point of turning back around as if she had heard her mother but didn't care and continued talking with her friends. Her grin of sinful satisfaction at frustrating her mother spread as her girlfriends looked on in wonder. Vera beeped her horn impatiently. A chorus of embarrassed giggles from Lacy's little teenybopper buddies met her impatience. Vera heard the derisive giggles and, despite her anger at Lacy, a little twinge of excitement fluttered inside her. Her daughter was making her look like a powerless fool. And something about that sent a tiny thrill of humiliation coursing through her body. "Hey Lacy," Lisa giggled. "Your mom is really starting to get pissed off. You better go right now or you'll be grounded for life." Lacy giggled at her friend's observation. "Yeah, Lisa. I guess I better. But it's such a trip making her wait for me. She gets so impatient with me these days. Just because she has to take me everywhere 'cause I'm not old enough to get my license yet." Seeing her daughter still chattering away with her friends as if she weren't there, Vera leaned on the horn again. This only called attention to her inability to make her daughter obey. Several adults walking either to or from the mall entrance chuckled to themselves as they watched the humiliating little drama unfold. Most, if not all of them, had had similar experiences with their adolescent kids at one time or another pushing the envelope of parental control, and they knew just what the poor woman in the car must have been going through. Vera could see the indulgent little smirks on their faces, and it just made her all the angrier. By the time Lacy had finally disengaged herself from her girlfriends and had plopped herself into the passenger side of the car, her mother was almost beside herself with anger. Vera knew that if she said something to her daughter right then it would start a big fight that would last all the way home. So she just clamped her mouth shut and drove. She couldn't even bear to look over at Lacy, who sat stiffly in the passenger seat with a blank expression on her face. Secretly, Lacy reveled in the obvious fact that she had infuriated her mother once again. It was becoming one of the highlights of her day to make her mother angry. And she had scored yet again. As soon as they got in the house, Lacy put her hand on her mother's arm to stop her from going away. Vera tensed at her daughter's restraining touch, but her almost superhuman self-control kept her from lashing out. "Mommy. I forgot to tell you. I need a ride Thursday afternoon after school. I need to go over to Lisa's house to study with her for Friday's English test." Vera looked daggers at her daughter. "You need another ride. Lacy, you know I work the twelve to eight shift Tuesdays and Thursdays. I can't get off work just to haul your butt over to Lisa's house. Get her study notes during school and bring them home to study Thursday night." Lacy immediately got that whiny look on her face that she got whenever her mother told her 'no.' "But, Mommy. I *need* to study with Lisa. You know my grades in English are terrible this term. And I need to study with someone or I'll probably fail the test." Vera's fury grew even more intense as her daughter continued to whine. "Your grades would improve, young lady, if you spent less time with Lisa, not more. I said 'no,' and I meant 'no.' Lacy puffed herself up, and glared at her mother. How could she be so cruel? "Mommy, I'm really getting tired of asking you for reasonable things like helping me study and you always saying 'no.' You're being a real bitch today." Lacy had never, ever used the "B" word before to refer to her mother. And her use of it just now was simply the last straw for Vera. Without even thinking about it, the older woman suddenly lashed out and slapped her daughter hard on the cheek." SLAP! "Just who do you think you are, young lady? Talking to me that way. You act as if I'm some kind of little puppet that you can make prance around to suit your every whim. Well, I can assure you that I'm not. I know you've been trying to take control of our lives away from me just like the bratty teenager you are. And I won't stand for it. I'm your mother. And you better remember that." Lacy rocked back on her heels in response to being slapped by her mother. She fought with all her might not to give Vera the satisfaction of knowing that she had hurt her. So, it was war between the two of them after all, war for control. Well, if that's the way her mother wanted it, then Lacy would show her what war really was all about. Vera's sudden red haze of anger disappeared as swiftly as it had arrived. When she could focus her eyes again, what she saw made her feel dreadfully contrite and ashamed of herself. Lacy had fallen to the floor, holding her hand up to her slap reddened cheek. And she was sobbing almost hysterically. Vera immediately fell to her knees beside her daughter. She wrapped the whimpering girl in her arms, cradling her in a remorseful hug. God. What had she done? "Oh, Lacy. Lacy, baby. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me, baby. I'm soooo sorry." Lacy felt her mother's arms constrict around her, comforting, consoling, apologizing. But she didn't want to be comforted, or consoled, or apologized to. She was most assuredly way past that point. Lacy's mind wrapped itself around the stark fact that her own mother had actually made so bold as to slap her. And while the pain of the slap wore off pretty quickly, the humiliated anger of being slapped only grew. How dare her mother lay hands on her. She wasn't a child anymore to be treated that way. Lacy suddenly decided that her relationship with her mother had gone way far past apologies, now. Things were going to have to change. Lacy continued to cry, even though the pain in her cheek had almost completely subsided. She looked into her mother's eyes. "Mommy, you hit me," Lacy whimpered. Vera tried to hug her daughter even closer. What could she have been thinking to slap her own daughter? What could she possibly do to make things up to her little girl? She was so sorry her outburst of anger had let to a slap. "I know, Lacy. I know," Vera almost sobbed out the words herself. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. How can I make it up to you, baby?" Lacy continued to weep. But she had heard her mother's imploring question, and it set her head to spinning. "But you hit me, Mommy." "I'm sorry, honey. I really am. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Lacy looked up at her mother until their eyes met. Vera saw the cutting hateful look in Lacy's eyes and tried to glance away. But her daughter refused to allow her to break contact. "Mommy. You hit me. You hit me hard. I don't think the child protection folks are going to like it very much when I tell them that you actually hit your own daughter." Vera flinched at her daughter's words. Suddenly, the dire consequences of her precipitous action began to dawn on her. If Lacy told the child protection agency people that she was the victim of child abuse at the hands of her own mother, Vera would have some tall explaining to do. Lacy's cheek was still red from Vera's slap, so there wouldn't be any way for her to deny it. "But I said I was sorry, Lacy. You just made me so angry. I won't do it again. I promise. And I'll get off work and take you over to Lisa's Thursday if that's what you want." Lacy raised her hand and touched her slap reddened cheek. Lacy's brain began to whirl around. "I don't know, Mommy. If you could hit me once, you might hit me again. You really were a bad Mommy to hit your own daughter." Vera looked worried. Maybe Lacy would really make good on her threat to report her mother as a child abuser. The girl's mother didn't think she could face the humiliation if her neighbors and friends ever thought for one minute that she was capable of child abuse. She began to tremble as sick fear invaded her mind. Lacy stared deeply into her mother's slightly unfocused eyes. "Weren't you a bad Mommy?" Vera tried to make sense of her daughter's last question. "Wasn't I what, baby?" Lacy looked even deeper into her mother's eyes. "Weren't you a bad Mommy hitting me like that?" Once again, Vera tried to break eye contact with her daughter. But Lacy reached out her hand and cupped her mother's jaw, preventing her from turning her head away. "Well. Weren't you?" Vera sagged a little. She couldn't deny it. Lacy was right. She had been a bad Mommy, striking her daughter. Vera blinked back tears of despair. "Yes, Lacy. I was a bad Mommy." As she said the words, Vera felt a little erotic flash flow through her body. She had said it out loud. She had admitted out loud that she was a "bad" Mommy. Images of her own childhood suddenly flashed through her brain. Images that she hadn't experienced in years. Images of being punished by her own stern-faced mother for all sorts of trumped up little infractions. Images of being spanked bare bottom across her mother's knee. And with the images came all the remembered feelings; degraded feelings, submissive feelings, humiliated feelings, nasty feelings, wanton feelings, sick feelings. Lacy looked at her mother very seriously. And as she watched Vera's facial expression change, she knew that it was time to strike. "Yes you were, Mommy. And do you know what happens to Mommies who are bad to their daughters?" Another little flutter flashed through Vera's body. Was Lacy going to tell the child protection authorities and get her into a whole lot of trouble? Or could it be that Lacy was thinking about something else entirely? Vera trembled as she contemplated her fate. "I don't know, Lacy. What happens to Mommies who are bad to their daughters?" Lacy kept her face perfectly serious. "Why, they get spanked." Vera sucked in her breath. The flutter inside her became a more powerful thrill. Had she heard her daughter right? "What did you say, Lacy?" Vera whispered. Lacy didn't blink an eye. "They get spanked. They get put across their daughter's lap, and then they get their bad Mommy skirts pulled down around their knees, and then they get their bad little Mommy panties pulled down past their bad Mommy butt butts, and then they get a good spanking on their bare Mommy butt butts for being such bad little Mommies." Vera opened her mouth to protest. Then closed it again. Lacy smiled. "Or... they get turned in to the child protection folks." Lacy paused. "So which will it be, Mommy? Which punishment do you want?" Vera's breath began to come in little pants. She could feel a slight stickiness between her legs. God, where was this going? Lacy began to stand up. As she did, her hand began exerting pressure on her mother's jaw, making her rise as well. "Which, Mommy?" Now mother and daughter were both standing facing each other, eyes locked, breathing heavily into each other's faces. Lacy slid her other hand slowly down her mother's flank until it came to rest on her hip. "Well, Mommy. Which punishment do you want?" Vera tried with all her might to pull away, but Lacy held her jaw and wouldn't allow it. Vera's heart began to race wildly in her chest. Confusing, tantalizing images whirled through her head. She had already said that Lacy had been vying for control of their lives. Perhaps now was the time to just let her have it. Her vulva began to itch in lewd expectation. Then Vera whispered the words. "Bad Mommies get spanked." Lacy sighed deep in her throat and let go of her mother's jaw. Soon each of her hands had engulfed one of her Mommy's rounded buns. Vera whimpered expectantly at her daughter's intimate touch. Lacy pressed her mother's warm, pliant body very close against her until their breasts mashed against each other's hard and their loins ground together in a sensuous rhythm. Lacy squeezed her mother's buns positively until Vera squealed. Then the young girl remembered something her mother had said and she giggled. Lacy leaned very close to her mother's ear and whispered, "But do you know what bad Mommies do before they get their butt butts spanked?" Vera whimpered once more deep in her throat as the heat and power of her daughter's body had its way with her. "No, Lacy. What do bad Mommies do before they get spanked?" Vera was finding it so hard to breath, being held so tightly by Lacy. But she wouldn't have traded places right then with anyone else in the whole world. Lacy let the very tip of her tongue lick around the edge of her mother's ear before answering. Her reward was Vera's little squeal of lust. "Well, Mommy. What bad Mommies do before they get spanked is they take off all of their clothes and prance around the house in front of their daughter just like little puppets. You said that I wanted to make you prance around like a little puppet. And, guess what, Mommy. You were right." Vera moaned deep in her throat as Lacy slid her hand under her mother's skirt and began probing with her curious little finger. "Don't you want to be my little Mommy puppet from now on?" Vera sobbed deep in her throat, and nodded her head slowly. "That's my bad little Mommy. And, you know what? If my bad little Mommy prances around for me just like the nasty little puppetslut she is, I'll reward her with a really good spanking. And when I'm through spanking her real good, then she can help me undress. Won't that be fun? And then, she can thank me very respectfully for spanking her. Can't she, Mommy?" Lacy's other hand was now stroking her mother's cheek, her fingers pressing against Vera's parted lips. Vera obediently opened her mouth and let her daughter's finger dart inside. "I bet there's a sweet little Mommy tongue in there that can show me just how thankful and respectful you are. Isn't there, Mommy?" Vera whimpered again. "That's right, Mommy. Everybody knows that little Mommy puppets like you always stick their tongues way out of their mouths when they prance around all naked and all. That's the best way in the whole world for you to show me that you are ready for your spanking. Don't you agree?" Vera moaned at the thought of how utterly humiliating it was going to be for her, naked, her long legs prancing around with her tongue stuck out and her bare breasts bouncing. Lacy slowly removed her finger from her mother's mouth and placed her saliva-coated fingertip inside the waistband of Vera's skirt. Then she slid it teasingly inside her Mommy's panty waistband and soon discovered just how ready for her debut as Lacy's puppet Vera really was. Oh yes. Vera wanted to be her daughter's prancing puppet all right. And she wanted her spanking, too. She deserved it. And she really wanted to show her daughter just how respectful she could be with her tongue. Lacy giggled. "I think that you really do want it to be puppet time real soon, Mommy." Lacy gave her mother's turgid clit a little tormenting stroke. Vera was already unbuttoning her blouse as fast as she could. Just like she had told her daughter she would. Soon it would be puppet time. And as it turned out, Lacy was just the perfect kind of puppeteer. This work is copyright (c) 2002 by Jane Parks. You may download and retain a copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. Jane Parks can be reached at: janeparkshot@Yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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