Stepmom’s Deal part 3
for that. It’s great for anti-swelling and anti-inflammation. It’ll help your little butt recover faster from our little...session."
Baruch felt the tension in the room shift as the pain began to dissipate, his stepmother’s gentle ministrations replacing the agony of the belt. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards her. Her touch was firm yet gentle, and he found himself leaning into it, the cool gel providing a stark contrast to the heat of his skin.
After five minutes of her tender care, Wanjibli patted his butt one last time, her hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"There, good as new," she said with a wink. She lifted him off her lap, her strong arms surprising him once again, instead him on his feet before getting off of the couch herself.
Standing in front of him, she asked, "What prize do you want for playing my game so well, Baruch?"
Her voice had returned to the sweet, motherly tone that had first coaxed him into accepting her deal. His eyes lit up upon remembering that part of their agreement, and he thought for a moment before blurting out his request.
"I want a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts," he said, his voice still shaky from the pain. "Three glazed three chocolate frosted with sprinkles, three strawberry frosted with sprinkles and three devil’s food please?”
Wanjibli’s eyes lit up at his request. "Oh, you do, do you?" she purred, taking out her phone from her purse and opening the Dunkin' Donuts app she had downloaded just for occasions like this. She picked out the donuts by the number and design that he had asked.
"Alright, honey," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You go lie down on the couch and watch some TV until I get back, okay?"
Baruch nodded, his eyes still glossy from the pain and the tears. He walked over to the couch and flopped down on his stomach, his rear end sticking up in the air. Though the gel had helped, it hadn’t completely healed his butt and he knew it would still hurt if he sat on it. Wanjbli watched him for a moment, her eyes lingering on his reddened skin, before heading to the door. Her purse was over her shoulder. She made sure to lock the knob and then the deadbolt, giving it an extra tug to ensure it was secure.
“No one touches my little man except for me,” she said to herself in a protective tone of voice. She quickly walked down the hall to the elevator. Once she had reach around for level, she took out the keys to Baruch’s father‘s car, which he had left for her so she wouldn’t have to take the bus or subway, which he decided to take to his job, got in it, and then drove off to get her stepson the sweets he desired.
Baruch waited approximately ten minutes for his stepmom to return. The TV was playing a nature documentary about the mating rituals of penguins, which was oddly relaxing after what had just happened. His mind drifted to the thought of the donuts, his mouth watering in anticipation of the sweet taste and fluffy texture. Next he watched a sitcom, then a cartoon, his mind trying to distract itself from the sting that was slowly subsiding.
Finally, he heard the sound of the key turning in the lock, and the door swung open. Wanjbili walked in with a box of Dunkin' Donuts, and after locking the door behind her, opened it, revealing the heavenly treasure within. The sweet aroma of freshly baked donuts filled the room, causing Baruch's nose to twitch with excitement.
She sat on the floor behind the couch about 3 feet away. He lifted himself up over the back of it, making sure not to touch his bottom against the cushions, and looked at her.
"Come here, Baruch," she beckoned, patting her lap again.
"I want to keep playing with your butt while you eat, and make sure you eat the donuts over the open box so no crumbs will get in the carpet."
Baruch nodded vigorously, his stomach rumbling with anticipation. He practically leaped off the couch and runs around it, his bare bottom bobbing as he goes. He popped down over her lap and she said with a laugh, “Somebody’s eager!”
He started to eat, picking up a glazed donut first and taking a big bite out of it, but making sure to chew so that he wouldn’t choke, knowing the dangers of gobbling down his food. The boy continued until the glazed donut was fully eaten and then moved onto a devils food one.
Wanjbli, as promised, had begun to rub his butt as soon as he was in position. She used the same hand that had wielded the belt with such precision, but this time her touch was gentle, almost loving. She raked her nails across his bruised cheeks, sliding them against the toughened skin. The sensation was oddly pleasurable, a stark contrast to the pain he had felt earlier. Each pass of her nails sent a shiver down his spine, mixing with the sweetness of the donuts he was consuming. The sound of his teeth sinking into the donuts and the occasional crunch of sugar crystals was accompanied by the faint noise of her nails on his skin.
After eating four donuts, Baruch’s stomach was full. Wanjbli stopped rubbing his behind and lifted him off of her left before taking the box and going to the refrigerator putting it inside.
“We’ll save these for later,” she said with a smile in his direction. Then the stepmom turned to face her stepson and said she had a surprise for him and reached into her purse which was still on her shoulder.
Baruch’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she revealed two video games, Sleeping Dogs and Saints Row, which she had hidden in her purse. He had heard of these games from his friends at school, whispered rumors of the intense violence and mature content that were strictly forbidden by his father. The fact that Wanjbli not only knew about them but had bought them for him was a thrilling revelation. He threw his arms around her in a tight embrace, his voice muffled by her shirt. “Thanks, Wanjbli!” he exclaimed.
“You’re welcome, my dear,” she replied, giving his backside a firm pat that made him wince.
“Now, let’s go to your room so you can show me how good you are at playing games.” Wanjbli said, a twinkle in her eye. She led him back to his bedroom, asked him which game he wanted to play first, and then opened up the video game case for sleeping dogs took out the disc and put it into his PlayStation 3. She plugged in his controller, and then once the start screen from the video game appeared, Wanjbli sat down on his bed, on the opposite side of where she had spanked him before and patted her lap with her right hand, saying she wanted to play with his butt some more.
Baruch, not needing to be, told twice, eagerly settled over her knee again, his stomach doing flips at the thought of the fun they were about to have. He picked up the controller with his right hand and began to play the game, his eyes glued to the screen. As he played, Wanjbli’s left hand began to roam, her fingers tracing light patterns on his still-sensitive skin. The Lakota Sioux stepmother also raked her nails over her Assyrian stepson’s ass again. He gasped as she applied just the right amount of pressure, her touch both tender and possessive. His cheeks grew pinker under her ministrations, not from pain this time, but from a new, confusing mix of feelings that he couldn’t quite put into words.
As he played, Baruch found himself lost in the world of virtual carnage, indulging in the bloodlust that he had been denied for so long. He ran over pedestrians with reckless abandon, his stepmother’s giggles egging him on with every squish and scream. He punched and kicked his way through crowded streets, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones and the splatter of blood with every button press. It was exhilarating, a rush of power and freedom that he had never experienced before.
After two hours of causing chaos in the digital world of Sleeping Dogs, Baruch’s eyes grew heavy, and he swapped the disc for the one of Saints Row 2. The game was even more over-the-top than the last, with a sandbox world that encouraged players to indulge in every conceivable vice. As he took control of the male protagonist, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of kinship with the character, a shared rebellious spirit that thrilled him to his core.
Wanjbili watched with amusement as her stepson eagerly dove into the game, his eyes glinting with mischief as he explored the game's more risque features. One of these was the "Ho-ing" mini-game, where the main character could become a male prostitute, catering to the desires of various clients, male and female. The game’s crude humor and lack of inhibition made Baruch feel alive, a stark contrast to the sheltered life his father had imposed on him.
Feeling a strange comfort in his stepmother's firm yet gentle grip on his sore butt, Baruch took a deep breath and decided to share a secret fantasy that had been swirling in his mind for quite some time.
"Wanjbili," he began, his voice a mix of excitement and hesitation, "I sometimes dream of having a bunch of women all over me, you know, like a harem. They'd all want to, like, grope me and stuff, and maybe even..."
Wanjbili's laughter filled the room, a rich sound that seemed to shake the very walls. "A harem, huh?" she said, her hand pausing in its gentle stroking of his bottom. "That's quite the imagination you've got there, Baruch."
Her words didn't feel like a rejection, though. In fact, there was a hint of something else in her tone, something that made his heart race even faster. He looked up at her, his cheeks flaming red, but she just met his gaze with a knowing smile. "Since you’re so nice and so handsome, I’m sure one day your dream will come true.”
Baruch blinked, not quite sure what to make of that. He went back to playing, feeling both thrilled and embarrassed at the same time. Wanjbili’s hand began to move again, her nails digging into his skin a little deeper, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He found himself leaning into her touch, his hips rocking slightly in response.
Baruch felt the tension in the room shift as the pain began to dissipate, his stepmother’s gentle ministrations replacing the agony of the belt. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards her. Her touch was firm yet gentle, and he found himself leaning into it, the cool gel providing a stark contrast to the heat of his skin.
After five minutes of her tender care, Wanjibli patted his butt one last time, her hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"There, good as new," she said with a wink. She lifted him off her lap, her strong arms surprising him once again, instead him on his feet before getting off of the couch herself.
Standing in front of him, she asked, "What prize do you want for playing my game so well, Baruch?"
Her voice had returned to the sweet, motherly tone that had first coaxed him into accepting her deal. His eyes lit up upon remembering that part of their agreement, and he thought for a moment before blurting out his request.
"I want a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts," he said, his voice still shaky from the pain. "Three glazed three chocolate frosted with sprinkles, three strawberry frosted with sprinkles and three devil’s food please?”
Wanjibli’s eyes lit up at his request. "Oh, you do, do you?" she purred, taking out her phone from her purse and opening the Dunkin' Donuts app she had downloaded just for occasions like this. She picked out the donuts by the number and design that he had asked.
"Alright, honey," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You go lie down on the couch and watch some TV until I get back, okay?"
Baruch nodded, his eyes still glossy from the pain and the tears. He walked over to the couch and flopped down on his stomach, his rear end sticking up in the air. Though the gel had helped, it hadn’t completely healed his butt and he knew it would still hurt if he sat on it. Wanjbli watched him for a moment, her eyes lingering on his reddened skin, before heading to the door. Her purse was over her shoulder. She made sure to lock the knob and then the deadbolt, giving it an extra tug to ensure it was secure.
“No one touches my little man except for me,” she said to herself in a protective tone of voice. She quickly walked down the hall to the elevator. Once she had reach around for level, she took out the keys to Baruch’s father‘s car, which he had left for her so she wouldn’t have to take the bus or subway, which he decided to take to his job, got in it, and then drove off to get her stepson the sweets he desired.
Baruch waited approximately ten minutes for his stepmom to return. The TV was playing a nature documentary about the mating rituals of penguins, which was oddly relaxing after what had just happened. His mind drifted to the thought of the donuts, his mouth watering in anticipation of the sweet taste and fluffy texture. Next he watched a sitcom, then a cartoon, his mind trying to distract itself from the sting that was slowly subsiding.
Finally, he heard the sound of the key turning in the lock, and the door swung open. Wanjbili walked in with a box of Dunkin' Donuts, and after locking the door behind her, opened it, revealing the heavenly treasure within. The sweet aroma of freshly baked donuts filled the room, causing Baruch's nose to twitch with excitement.
She sat on the floor behind the couch about 3 feet away. He lifted himself up over the back of it, making sure not to touch his bottom against the cushions, and looked at her.
"Come here, Baruch," she beckoned, patting her lap again.
"I want to keep playing with your butt while you eat, and make sure you eat the donuts over the open box so no crumbs will get in the carpet."
Baruch nodded vigorously, his stomach rumbling with anticipation. He practically leaped off the couch and runs around it, his bare bottom bobbing as he goes. He popped down over her lap and she said with a laugh, “Somebody’s eager!”
He started to eat, picking up a glazed donut first and taking a big bite out of it, but making sure to chew so that he wouldn’t choke, knowing the dangers of gobbling down his food. The boy continued until the glazed donut was fully eaten and then moved onto a devils food one.
Wanjbli, as promised, had begun to rub his butt as soon as he was in position. She used the same hand that had wielded the belt with such precision, but this time her touch was gentle, almost loving. She raked her nails across his bruised cheeks, sliding them against the toughened skin. The sensation was oddly pleasurable, a stark contrast to the pain he had felt earlier. Each pass of her nails sent a shiver down his spine, mixing with the sweetness of the donuts he was consuming. The sound of his teeth sinking into the donuts and the occasional crunch of sugar crystals was accompanied by the faint noise of her nails on his skin.
After eating four donuts, Baruch’s stomach was full. Wanjbli stopped rubbing his behind and lifted him off of her left before taking the box and going to the refrigerator putting it inside.
“We’ll save these for later,” she said with a smile in his direction. Then the stepmom turned to face her stepson and said she had a surprise for him and reached into her purse which was still on her shoulder.
Baruch’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she revealed two video games, Sleeping Dogs and Saints Row, which she had hidden in her purse. He had heard of these games from his friends at school, whispered rumors of the intense violence and mature content that were strictly forbidden by his father. The fact that Wanjbli not only knew about them but had bought them for him was a thrilling revelation. He threw his arms around her in a tight embrace, his voice muffled by her shirt. “Thanks, Wanjbli!” he exclaimed.
“You’re welcome, my dear,” she replied, giving his backside a firm pat that made him wince.
“Now, let’s go to your room so you can show me how good you are at playing games.” Wanjbli said, a twinkle in her eye. She led him back to his bedroom, asked him which game he wanted to play first, and then opened up the video game case for sleeping dogs took out the disc and put it into his PlayStation 3. She plugged in his controller, and then once the start screen from the video game appeared, Wanjbli sat down on his bed, on the opposite side of where she had spanked him before and patted her lap with her right hand, saying she wanted to play with his butt some more.
Baruch, not needing to be, told twice, eagerly settled over her knee again, his stomach doing flips at the thought of the fun they were about to have. He picked up the controller with his right hand and began to play the game, his eyes glued to the screen. As he played, Wanjbli’s left hand began to roam, her fingers tracing light patterns on his still-sensitive skin. The Lakota Sioux stepmother also raked her nails over her Assyrian stepson’s ass again. He gasped as she applied just the right amount of pressure, her touch both tender and possessive. His cheeks grew pinker under her ministrations, not from pain this time, but from a new, confusing mix of feelings that he couldn’t quite put into words.
As he played, Baruch found himself lost in the world of virtual carnage, indulging in the bloodlust that he had been denied for so long. He ran over pedestrians with reckless abandon, his stepmother’s giggles egging him on with every squish and scream. He punched and kicked his way through crowded streets, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones and the splatter of blood with every button press. It was exhilarating, a rush of power and freedom that he had never experienced before.
After two hours of causing chaos in the digital world of Sleeping Dogs, Baruch’s eyes grew heavy, and he swapped the disc for the one of Saints Row 2. The game was even more over-the-top than the last, with a sandbox world that encouraged players to indulge in every conceivable vice. As he took control of the male protagonist, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of kinship with the character, a shared rebellious spirit that thrilled him to his core.
Wanjbili watched with amusement as her stepson eagerly dove into the game, his eyes glinting with mischief as he explored the game's more risque features. One of these was the "Ho-ing" mini-game, where the main character could become a male prostitute, catering to the desires of various clients, male and female. The game’s crude humor and lack of inhibition made Baruch feel alive, a stark contrast to the sheltered life his father had imposed on him.
Feeling a strange comfort in his stepmother's firm yet gentle grip on his sore butt, Baruch took a deep breath and decided to share a secret fantasy that had been swirling in his mind for quite some time.
"Wanjbili," he began, his voice a mix of excitement and hesitation, "I sometimes dream of having a bunch of women all over me, you know, like a harem. They'd all want to, like, grope me and stuff, and maybe even..."
Wanjbili's laughter filled the room, a rich sound that seemed to shake the very walls. "A harem, huh?" she said, her hand pausing in its gentle stroking of his bottom. "That's quite the imagination you've got there, Baruch."
Her words didn't feel like a rejection, though. In fact, there was a hint of something else in her tone, something that made his heart race even faster. He looked up at her, his cheeks flaming red, but she just met his gaze with a knowing smile. "Since you’re so nice and so handsome, I’m sure one day your dream will come true.”
Baruch blinked, not quite sure what to make of that. He went back to playing, feeling both thrilled and embarrassed at the same time. Wanjbili’s hand began to move again, her nails digging into his skin a little deeper, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He found himself leaning into her touch, his hips rocking slightly in response.
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