The Painter's Daughters

                         Copyright 1995
                     by mule@tpe.com (Mule)
                               and
                 farnorth@alaska.net (Farnorth)

                            Chapter 6

Kim got up and put her arm around me, she held me close to her
and began to wipe my tears. "There, there, Tina dear. I know how
difficult this is for you. Now I want you to pull up your panties
and Mistress will give you a big kiss." I pulled up my panties.
Mistress stared into my eyes and kissed me lovingly, her sweet
tongue exploring my mouth insistently. As I savored the wonderful
taste of her lipstick, she spun on her heel and walked out of the
kitchen, down the hall to the bedroom.

"Get your ass in here," Linda commanded. "You're not going to
paint in that outfit! Get those clothes off. Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," I murmured.

"We'll have none of that 'Mistress' crap with me. Look, Kimmie's
all for that feminine stuff. I'm of a more practical sort. I'm
not your Mistress. Mistress implies some sort of romantic
attachment. I may be emotionally involved with you, by I am not
romantically involved with you. It's like my dog, I am
emotionally involved with him. I'd hate to lose him. But to think
that I would be romantically involved with him ..." She laughed
heartfully, "I may be kinky, but even I draw the line somewhere."

"In fact, the relationship between you and me is a little like
the one I have with my dog. I like playing with him for my own
pleasure, and he just loves me obediently and unconditionally.
That's what I expect from you: obedience, unconditionally. No
romantic involvement, no Mistress mysteries."

"No, this is a pure lust situation. I'm out to get as much sexual
pleasure out of you as I can. If you must address me, address me
as 'Ms. Worthington' and we'll get along just fine."

I stripped completely out of my feminine garments and gently
folded and laid each piece on a chair as Kim had taught me.

"Put these on." She tossed me a pair of sneakers similar to the
ones she was wearing. "They're K-Mart specials. $3.99 a pair. You
don't think I'd waste good money on you! They're size 11, the
largest they had."

I soon found that women's size 11 shoes were significantly
smaller than men's 10. I could barely get my feet into them. My
toes were wedged together and folded over. My instep pushed up
against the tongue.

"Let me lace them up for you." Linda said. She did so tightly,
and without mercy. My feet were in agony.

She sat on the bench-high platform she used to torture me the
previous day. She pointed to the floor in front of her. Kimmie's
teaching paid off. I knew what to do without being told. I knelt.

She pulled off one of her sneakers and handed it to me. I put it
to my face and started to inhale. This time the experience was
even better. The shoe was fresh from her foot. The inside of her
sneaker was like a tropical jungle; hot and steamy with strong
fragrances.

I inhaled deeply, and relished the warm, moist sensation in my
sinuses and nasal passages. I felt I was experiencing her
intimately. She didn't even comment, and just let me enjoy. My
penis throbbed and I could feel the precome dripping out of it. I
reached for it.

"Not now, dickhead!" she warned. She slid off her other sneaker
and allowed me to worship it as well. "Painting makes my feet so
hot and sweaty. I think my feet need to be cleaned. Don't you?"
Linda said, bringing her foot up to my face.

"TONGUE!" I presented my tongue and followed her directions as
she told me how she wanted me to lick and kiss her feet. She
really liked having me run my tongue up and down in the spaces
between her toes. She also liked having her toes nibbled on.

My cock and balls were aching. "When will she let me come?" I
wondered. "She let me come before. She's not going to change that
now. Is she?"

Linda had me lower one end of the board to the floor. "Oh no," I
thought, "she's not going to tie me up like she did yesterday." I
hadn't had sexual release for nearly 24 hours. Under normal
circumstances, I would have been at the very least, horny. But
these circumstances were anything but normal!

I knew that my ordeal was going to be different this time when
she had me straddle the board facing downhill. She had me lay on
my stomach and put my hands behind my knees and she tied my
wrists together under the board. I was concerned about the rough
wood against the sensitive parts of my body. With all the blood
in my penis, the slightest prick by a splinter on my penis might
cause me to bleed out. I was in a most uncomfortable position.

Linda had the solution. She padded my penis by placing it inside
one of her sneakers. The heel of the shoe cupped my balls nicely,
and the head rested just about where the balls of her feet were
minutes ago. The cushioned insole yielded a little to my
inevitable probes.

My eyes were closed and my mind was elsewhere when the first slap
came. POCK! It sounded like a racquetball being hit by a racket.
It felt like a fat blackjack impacting my behind. "OW!" I yelled.

"No, 'ow,'" Linda corrected me. "That's one. You'll count off
every spank I give you."

I looked back to see Linda standing there with the other sneaker
in her hand. She was holding it by the heel and using the sole as
the spanking surface.

"ONE!" She suggested again.

"One." I said.

"Kimmie is my sister, and I love her dearly." POCK!

"Two."

"But she doesn't have a full understanding of the discipline boys
need." POCK!

"Three."

"She's more of the philosopher type, and that's OK." POCK!

"Four."

"You boys need to know why you are inferior to women." POCK!

"Five."

"But also you need to understand it more than intellectually."
POCK!

"Six."

"I don't like seeing men in skirts and panties." POCK!

"Seven."

"You don't deserve it. You aren't worthy enough." POCK!

"Eight."

"I don't think boys should be honored by allowing them to wear
feminine garments." POCK!

"Nine."

"In fact, the only use I have for men is how they can use their
bodies to please me." POCK!

"Ten."

"Sometimes I just like to have them do something humiliating to
amuse me." POCK!

"Eleven."

"I like making them jerk off. I really liked watching you piss on
yourself." POCK!

"Twelve."

"I also like to make a boy use his tongue to please me." POCK!

"nn-Thirteen."

"It's nice to have something wet and pink between my toes." POCK!

"Fourteen."

"And it doesn't matter if that something is a penis or a tongue."
POCK!

"Oof - Fifteen."

"Other than that, I really have no use for a boy's body." POCK!

"Ouch - Sixteen."

"Boys are such babies. They need disciplining." POCK.

"S-seventeen."

"For me that means physical disciplining." POCK! POCK!

"EIGHTEEN! Nnn-nine-teen."

"I don't care if I discipline his penis, his ass or his tongue."
POCK! POCK! POCK! POCK! POCK!

I screamed and the tears broke loose. It wasn't wholly from pain.
Each spank pushed my penis into her sneaker. The board bounced
with our activity and I got the stimulation I needed mentally and
physically, and front and back. I came and flooded her sneaker
with my come. I could feel it welling up around my penis.

Linda rubbed my hot ass with the sole of her sneaker lovingly.
"There, there. Is that better?"

"Yes, Mistress." POCK! "I mean MS. Worthington."

She untied me and I stood up. I looked behind me to see how pink
my behind was. The sneaker made an excellent paddle. It spread
the impact over a large area and flexed just enough to make the
slap last a fraction of a second longer. It stung nicely, but it
was difficult to do permanent damage with it. I knew I'd be ready
for another spanking in an hour or two if Linda wanted to give me
one. I was hoping she did.

"Now, you naughty boy." Linda told me. "Go stand in the corner
with your hands on your head."

I did as she said. "No you asshole. Turn around and face the
corner. I want to see what I've done to you. Sheesh! What an
idiot!"

I stood in the corner for about 15 minutes as I listened to Linda
prepare for the next phase of the painting project.

"Come here," she finally said. "Now that you know what a corner
looks like. I want you to paint them for me. I can't get the
roller in there, so it's important you do it right. You got that,
Tommy?"

"Yes, Ms. Worthington."

"Just to make sure you do it right, and don't get paint on the
ceiling or molding, I want you to use this brush." She handed me
a brush that was about a half inch wide. "This will take
forever," I thought, but I knew better than to express my
complaint.

"Here, put this on." Linda said, holding up a frilly apron for me
to walk into. "I don't want to get paint on my property." I was
totally naked in the back, and Linda just loved to look over at
my ass. I thought of the first day when I ogled her buns. So this
was payback!

The task didn't take forever. It took over two hours. My feet
were killing me in those sneakers. I couldn't take a normal step
since my foot wouldn't flex and I couldn't rock from heel to toe.
My shins and calves started to ache. If I kept this up much
longer, I'd be lame.

I knew I wouldn't get relief until I finished my task. By that
time we were almost ready for lunch. However, I had one more duty
to perform.

Linda held up her spanking sneaker and said, "This one is empty.
Time for you to make another deposit." She saw the terror in my
eyes. In spite of my earlier estimates, I wasn't ready for
another spanking.

"Don't worry, dick-brain," she chided me, "I don't have time for
games now. Lose the apron. You can beat yourself off into this
thing." She sat on the punishment bench and held the sneaker out.
I disrobed, dropped to my knees in front of her and jerked off.
She caught every drop in her shoe.

"Stay there," she said. She stood up and turned around pushing
her pink short-clad ass into my face twice as she put her foot on
the board to lace up her sneakers. She stood up when she was
finished and turned around to face me. "There," she said wiggling
her toes. "That's what I think of men. The only thing they are
good for is to squirt come for a girl's amusement."

"Semen," she said pointing to her feet, "is the greatest physical
gift a man can give a woman. See what I think of it?"

"Kimmie, mealtime!" she shouted. "I think we'll keep you
barefoot, naked and in the kitchen." It took me a minute or two
to pry the sneakers off my feet. Every seam was imprinted on my
feet.