“Dis boy in need of some big-time healin’,” Selena muttered under her breath.
She got a large, heavy, long, black, plaited leather whip.
“No! No! Really rough!”
She dropped the whip and “thunk” on it for a minute. Then she remembered an heirloom, way down deep in a trunk in her closet; a big, bodacious, leather razor strop that had belonged to her granddaddy!
“Yeah! Yeah! Now we strokin’!” Gaddys giggled when he saw the big ol’ thang in her hand.
I’m gonna have to charge Ted and Margaret extra for this one and I’m gonna need a heating pad for this arm when we through, she thought. She rotated her arm a few times to loosen up, then thought of some suitable spank music.
She didn’t have to think long. She found a CD of a live, forty-five-minute version of “Lickin’ Stick” by James “Butane” Brown, the Godfather of Soul (and Hardest Working Man in Show Bidness), and fired it up on the box.
She snapped the strop. At just the sound of each snap, Gaddys jumped and moaned.
“Don’t hold back, give it to me,” he begged.
Selena let him have a taste of it. Gaddys jumped and said, “Again.”
Selena laid the razor strop hard across his glistening, quivering butt like an ol’-time Loosiana field hand. He jumped. “Again! Harder! Bitch!”
At that, she let herself go, raining blows, snaps, and cracks across his as
s. She was an expert. The idea, after all, is not to flay the victim alive but to, as Gaddys said, “walk that fine line between pain and pleasure.”
She never broke the skin on his butt, though she did raise some nasty welts. Selena whipped him until she was hot and sweaty. With each blow his dick got harder and harder. Gaddys screamed and wriggled with delight with each blow, more and more.
On and on it went, until her arm felt like lead and she was panting and sweat was running down and she was getting more than a little turned on herself.
Finally, Gaddys screamed and fell over. Cum spurted all over the carpet. He lay there like he was dead.
Thank God, Selena thought as she collapsed exhausted on a couch. I don’t think I could have laid one more on him.
They both were silent. Breathing hard for a long while.
Damn, if I wasn’t a righteous black woman I could get to like summa dis, Serena thought. I must use this power only for good. Wonder if bruhman got a cigarette on him?
Finally it was Gaddys who spoke.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he whined.
“I’m not your mommy, William,” Selena said. The script was all the way flipped, but she couldn’t leave him like a turtle, helpless and on his back with his feet waving in the air.
“I’m yours to do anything you want with,” he whispered.
She had taken him all the way down, now she had to bring him up.
“You’ve done a lot of bad things. Hurt a lot of people, William. And you’re going to have to atone for that and make it up to them. That’s all I want you to do for me.”
She started to get up to untie him. Gaddys got up first, crawled over to her on his knees, and put his head between her legs.
“I will. But first I want to do more,” he said, beginning to flick his tongue between her thighs.
“Actually, William, that’s all you have to do,” she said.
He kept licking and kissing, higher now.
“Really, William. That’s all you have to do,” Selena said. She was surprised to find she was getting turned on.