McDonald’s mistress part six
Zeta and her mother continued to scrub my body clean and shampoo my hair respectively. When she was done with his chest and stomach, the McDonald manager ordered him to stand up. I obeyed and when I stood, this forced Miss Sabbath to stop lathering his hair with shampoo. Zeta started washing his crotch, penis, and testicles, hips, thighs, and buttocks. I winced tremble as the rag moved over the welts and tiny stripes left from the belt and MARTINET which brought a smile to both women’s faces.
“ Lift your feet Darius so I can clean your calves, the top of your feet, your souls, and those cute little toes.”
Without a word, I obeyed Zeta again, lifting my left foot, and letting her scrub the calve and then my feet. I laughed as she reached the soles of my feet in my toes, which made her smirk and say, “, Ooohhh someone’s ticklish!”
She repeated the same action with my right foot, and I laughed again. Then her mother ordered me to nail down the tub and dunk my head into wash out the shampoo. I said yes, ma’am, which pleased her immensely and grabbed my nose with my right hand and enter the water, feeling the soap disperse from my black hair.
When I resurfaced Zeta handed me the rat should’ve been watching me with which is dark blue to wipe the water off my face. after I did, she said, “normally weed fuck you one at a time after punishing you, but since you’re whole body is covered in pink stripes, thanks to my lovely, MARTINET whip, and it would hurt moving around during sex, I’ll give you a break for a day.”
Her mother went to get me a towel that it was in the bathroom that had a tie-dye design and handed to me so I could dry off. As I was starting with my hair and head, both women unashamedly stare at my nude body. Even though they had just seen it when they’ve been punishing me apparently that they couldn’t get enough of it. Once I was done drying myself off ending with my feet, Miss Sabbath put the towel back on the towel bar, which was silver and square shaped. Then she and her daughter escorted me to. Zeta’s bedroom. Both of them laid me on the bed, which had a white tiger lying on a field of grass designed into the bed cover, and then Miss Sabbath spoke.
“Rest here for as long as you need honey. After your nap, I’ll drive you back home in my truck and you can put your bike in the bed of it just like you did last time.”
I nodded at the sin, vegan woman contrasted by her plum daughter, and then both of them lean down to give one of my butt cheeks a 10 second kiss. I grin during a kiss and grown again when they gave my butt a gentle pat and walked out of the room. Before closing the door behind them, each of them blew me a kiss.
I rested for an hour and a half before I came down the stairs in front of the two of them in the living room. Both of them smirked at me, and then Zeta walked to the cellar to get my clothes. She told her mom to have fun, and as soon as she was out of sight, her mother grabbed my chin and butt firmly and slammed her lips into mine. I grabbed her waist, again, fearful that if I grabbed her butt, she would punish me. We only stopped making out when Zeta reappeared. Then both of the gorgeous dominant and manipulative women dressed me, letting their hands linger as they slide my clothes back onto me.
Once arriving at my cabin, miss Saba said it for the next week or two if I wanted, she and her daughter could help my butt heal so that I’d be spotless for the next session. I hesitated for a few seconds and then I agreed causing her to grab my cheek and kiss me again for about 20 seconds. Then I got my bike out of her truck bed and roll towards the house while she drove off.
This time it only took a week for my butt to be for your bruises and blemishes. This is because both of them worked on me at the same time. At varying times of the day, but never after dark they would knock on my door, I’d answer it and they’d be carrying something to soothe my bottom. The first time was ice cubes and I shivered, clenching my bedsheets, tightly eyes both women rub 24 ice cubes, one by one until they melt it over my battered backside. They of course, looked at me like they were playing a video game, enjoying the discomfort they were causing. The second day both of them came with syringes that had yellow caps and vials of ibuprofen. I didn’t want to be pricked. I still obeyed when they told me to bend over my couch. Then the two of them took 10 seconds injecting the maximum safe dose of medication into each of my butt cheeks. When the needle first pierced to my sore flesh I let out the sound of a cat that has tail pulled, which they giggled at girlishly. As the day when I noticed that they never use the same technique to treat my glutes twice. On the third visit, I had all oil rubbed into me, on the fourth visit it was buttermilk, on the fifth visit it was aloe Vera gel, on the sixth visit it was avocado milk like I’d used last time, and on their seventh and final visit, they rubbed warm oatmeal, which was also great for stopping swelling, onto my butt.
On the eighth day, I showed up at the McDonald’s again and asked for the manager. One of the people at the counter, a man that looked to be a mixture, between Latino and Chinese told me to wait right there. Seconds later, I heard the manager door burst open in Zeta came to hug me.
“Let’s check out that butt baby see if it’s all healed up!“ She exclaimed into my ear. She moved behind me and pushed my shoulders, and I open the door to her office. Not even bothering to unbutton my tan khaki pants, and I was wearing a crocodile, swimming through a river-designed shirt, she just yanked them down with all her mite, and I shiver slightly from having my nights and boy bits exposed to the cool air. She put her face close to it and I’d every last inch of it before saying, “It’s all spic and span! Now me and my mom will have a fresh canvas!“ Then the corpulent manager walks to her desk where her purse was, and took out her cell phone, darling Miss Sabo’s number.
“Mom, it’s ZETA. Yes, he came here. Yes, his ass has recovered nicely thrown any of the marks we left. I want you to come down here and restrain him while I punish him. Yes, you can take your turn too. I’ll just use my hand and you can use some implement. Great! Get here as soon as you can. I’ll be expecting you.” Then ZT hung up the phone, put it back in her pocketbook, and turn towards me asking, “have you eaten lunch yet sexy?!“ I answered in affirmative, and she said, “good! You’re going to need all of your strength!“ we waited for about five minutes for Miss Abba to arrive. Then I heard a car pull up and knew it was her mom’s truck. She went out, not just agreed to her mother because no one could simply enter the manager’s office without their permission. A few seconds later, two of them came back in.
Lie down on the floor!” ZETA said in a mockingly Stern, tone voice that both aroused and frightened me. I promptly obeyed, driving to my knees and sliding down on my hands onto the carpet. Zeta walked over to me straight out of my legs, and then bend down, trapping them between her knees.
“You restrain his arms, mother!“ She instructed Miss Sabbath, who eagerly scurried over, straddle my back, and then bend down her leg, sliding under my arms. She close them together, trapping them between her legs, and also gripped my waist tightly.
“Time to play patty-cake with your butt, Darius!“ ZETA sadistically declared before, raising her left hand and bringing it down as hard as she could my left butt cheek. I screamed and just a second later she hit my right but cheek with her right hand. I was given no time to recover or prepare just like when her mother had spanked me with her hand, the chubby manager of this McDonald’s used all the power in her body to deliver slap after punishing slap to my unprotected kiester. Her snacks were very effective, after only 15 of them, I was begging, completing with her to stop.
“Please ZETA?! You’re gonna smack my butt right off! Your hand feels like a brand!” But just like her mother, Zeta ignored me continue to brutally slap my behind. My pleas only seemed to enbolden her, and she hit my bare bum, even harder. After five minutes and 300 slaps, 150 each two both of my glutes, she stopped and wrote to my butt with both hands first up and down there from side to side.
“Your turn mom!” The fat McDonald’s manager, who had seduced me, said her mother was a smile. Miss Sabbath, not in the both of the women got off me with ZETA lifting me up by the waist.
“Bend him over your desk, my dear,” ZETA’s mother order gently. Her daughter rushed to comply, actually picking me up in the air, and then laying me over the desk, pinning my arms behind my back. She gripped my wrists tightly and pressed her stomach and bosom onto my back, enter enforcing my head into her crotch. So I could breathe she opened her legs and placed my head in between them. I got hard as I smelled her scent through her black sweatpants that had a white drawstring. ZETA was wearing a shirt that had red raspberries designed onto them. Her mother was wearing a pink sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. They both had the number 10 printed on them. Miss Sabbath reached into her left, sweatpants pocket and pulled out a flyswatter that was also pink and had a white wire handle. She slapped it against her right hand, and I shivered, never having considered that she would use such an implement. As she approached the desk, I tensed my body and shut my eyes shut tightly. ZETA’s mother started to rub the wire handle against mine now inflaming, but and I moaned at the cool material slightly soothing my rump. After 15 seconds she stopped and I expected her to slap the pervertible against my butt, but instead she gently tapped it. She repeated this routine, switching between my butt cheeks 30 times taunting me with the anticipation of pain. Then she put her arm back sideways and whipped the flash water across both my butt cheeks. Feeling it flash across my sore bottom was like electrical or fire Sparks hitting it and I screamed like a cow being gutted. A second later, she brought it across my ass again, this time with a sideways backhand motion. After only six hits, I was pleading with her to stop even though I knew it would do me no good. My throbbing bottom was sensitive and a flash water felt like a bull whip that was tearing my skin.
“I’m begging you please stop miss Sabbath! I can’t take it!”
“You can take it and you will take it Darius! You endured me and my daughter’s punishment and you will endure this!” ZETA‘s mother responded in a merciless playfully, sadistic voice. “ harder, mom! Make him screech like a banshee!” Miss Sabbath took her child’s advice and began to swing the flash water at my butt with both hands instead of one. I struggled to get free, but ZETA had me pinned. I was supposed to take whatever punishment her mom chose to dish out. Finally come after another five minutes The thin vegan lady stopped thrashing my butt. She folded her arms with a flyswatter, still in one of her hands and looked at my punished ass with pride. ZETA got off me and let go of my wrist and walked around to stand next to her mother. “His butt looks so beautiful mom with my handprints and the fly water marks. We’re not just spankers. We’re spanking artists!”
“Yes, honey, we are,“ Miss Abbott an agreement. Then she walked around the desk and stood in front of me asking, “Do you want your mommy’s to kiss your butt all better Darius?” I nodded vigorously and she replied,”Then you better ask nicely.” as embarrassing as it was I complied, asking them in a shaky, cracked tone of voice to please kiss the boo-boos on my butt, all better. The two of them couldn’t help but snicker and then Zeta walk in front of me alongside her mother and ruffled my hair saying, “We’d be glad to baby.” Then she walked back behind me along with Miss Sabbath, and the two of them nailed down, started to kiss my butt. I thought they would just stick regular smooches but now after each of them had given me 20 regular kisses they started licking my bottom with their tongues and I let out a sound there was a baby gurgling. They’re wet, slimy, tongues lashing my exposed ass felt weird, painful, and incredibly erotic all at the same time.
“ Lift your feet Darius so I can clean your calves, the top of your feet, your souls, and those cute little toes.”
Without a word, I obeyed Zeta again, lifting my left foot, and letting her scrub the calve and then my feet. I laughed as she reached the soles of my feet in my toes, which made her smirk and say, “, Ooohhh someone’s ticklish!”
She repeated the same action with my right foot, and I laughed again. Then her mother ordered me to nail down the tub and dunk my head into wash out the shampoo. I said yes, ma’am, which pleased her immensely and grabbed my nose with my right hand and enter the water, feeling the soap disperse from my black hair.
When I resurfaced Zeta handed me the rat should’ve been watching me with which is dark blue to wipe the water off my face. after I did, she said, “normally weed fuck you one at a time after punishing you, but since you’re whole body is covered in pink stripes, thanks to my lovely, MARTINET whip, and it would hurt moving around during sex, I’ll give you a break for a day.”
Her mother went to get me a towel that it was in the bathroom that had a tie-dye design and handed to me so I could dry off. As I was starting with my hair and head, both women unashamedly stare at my nude body. Even though they had just seen it when they’ve been punishing me apparently that they couldn’t get enough of it. Once I was done drying myself off ending with my feet, Miss Sabbath put the towel back on the towel bar, which was silver and square shaped. Then she and her daughter escorted me to. Zeta’s bedroom. Both of them laid me on the bed, which had a white tiger lying on a field of grass designed into the bed cover, and then Miss Sabbath spoke.
“Rest here for as long as you need honey. After your nap, I’ll drive you back home in my truck and you can put your bike in the bed of it just like you did last time.”
I nodded at the sin, vegan woman contrasted by her plum daughter, and then both of them lean down to give one of my butt cheeks a 10 second kiss. I grin during a kiss and grown again when they gave my butt a gentle pat and walked out of the room. Before closing the door behind them, each of them blew me a kiss.
I rested for an hour and a half before I came down the stairs in front of the two of them in the living room. Both of them smirked at me, and then Zeta walked to the cellar to get my clothes. She told her mom to have fun, and as soon as she was out of sight, her mother grabbed my chin and butt firmly and slammed her lips into mine. I grabbed her waist, again, fearful that if I grabbed her butt, she would punish me. We only stopped making out when Zeta reappeared. Then both of the gorgeous dominant and manipulative women dressed me, letting their hands linger as they slide my clothes back onto me.
Once arriving at my cabin, miss Saba said it for the next week or two if I wanted, she and her daughter could help my butt heal so that I’d be spotless for the next session. I hesitated for a few seconds and then I agreed causing her to grab my cheek and kiss me again for about 20 seconds. Then I got my bike out of her truck bed and roll towards the house while she drove off.
This time it only took a week for my butt to be for your bruises and blemishes. This is because both of them worked on me at the same time. At varying times of the day, but never after dark they would knock on my door, I’d answer it and they’d be carrying something to soothe my bottom. The first time was ice cubes and I shivered, clenching my bedsheets, tightly eyes both women rub 24 ice cubes, one by one until they melt it over my battered backside. They of course, looked at me like they were playing a video game, enjoying the discomfort they were causing. The second day both of them came with syringes that had yellow caps and vials of ibuprofen. I didn’t want to be pricked. I still obeyed when they told me to bend over my couch. Then the two of them took 10 seconds injecting the maximum safe dose of medication into each of my butt cheeks. When the needle first pierced to my sore flesh I let out the sound of a cat that has tail pulled, which they giggled at girlishly. As the day when I noticed that they never use the same technique to treat my glutes twice. On the third visit, I had all oil rubbed into me, on the fourth visit it was buttermilk, on the fifth visit it was aloe Vera gel, on the sixth visit it was avocado milk like I’d used last time, and on their seventh and final visit, they rubbed warm oatmeal, which was also great for stopping swelling, onto my butt.
On the eighth day, I showed up at the McDonald’s again and asked for the manager. One of the people at the counter, a man that looked to be a mixture, between Latino and Chinese told me to wait right there. Seconds later, I heard the manager door burst open in Zeta came to hug me.
“Let’s check out that butt baby see if it’s all healed up!“ She exclaimed into my ear. She moved behind me and pushed my shoulders, and I open the door to her office. Not even bothering to unbutton my tan khaki pants, and I was wearing a crocodile, swimming through a river-designed shirt, she just yanked them down with all her mite, and I shiver slightly from having my nights and boy bits exposed to the cool air. She put her face close to it and I’d every last inch of it before saying, “It’s all spic and span! Now me and my mom will have a fresh canvas!“ Then the corpulent manager walks to her desk where her purse was, and took out her cell phone, darling Miss Sabo’s number.
“Mom, it’s ZETA. Yes, he came here. Yes, his ass has recovered nicely thrown any of the marks we left. I want you to come down here and restrain him while I punish him. Yes, you can take your turn too. I’ll just use my hand and you can use some implement. Great! Get here as soon as you can. I’ll be expecting you.” Then ZT hung up the phone, put it back in her pocketbook, and turn towards me asking, “have you eaten lunch yet sexy?!“ I answered in affirmative, and she said, “good! You’re going to need all of your strength!“ we waited for about five minutes for Miss Abba to arrive. Then I heard a car pull up and knew it was her mom’s truck. She went out, not just agreed to her mother because no one could simply enter the manager’s office without their permission. A few seconds later, two of them came back in.
Lie down on the floor!” ZETA said in a mockingly Stern, tone voice that both aroused and frightened me. I promptly obeyed, driving to my knees and sliding down on my hands onto the carpet. Zeta walked over to me straight out of my legs, and then bend down, trapping them between her knees.
“You restrain his arms, mother!“ She instructed Miss Sabbath, who eagerly scurried over, straddle my back, and then bend down her leg, sliding under my arms. She close them together, trapping them between her legs, and also gripped my waist tightly.
“Time to play patty-cake with your butt, Darius!“ ZETA sadistically declared before, raising her left hand and bringing it down as hard as she could my left butt cheek. I screamed and just a second later she hit my right but cheek with her right hand. I was given no time to recover or prepare just like when her mother had spanked me with her hand, the chubby manager of this McDonald’s used all the power in her body to deliver slap after punishing slap to my unprotected kiester. Her snacks were very effective, after only 15 of them, I was begging, completing with her to stop.
“Please ZETA?! You’re gonna smack my butt right off! Your hand feels like a brand!” But just like her mother, Zeta ignored me continue to brutally slap my behind. My pleas only seemed to enbolden her, and she hit my bare bum, even harder. After five minutes and 300 slaps, 150 each two both of my glutes, she stopped and wrote to my butt with both hands first up and down there from side to side.
“Your turn mom!” The fat McDonald’s manager, who had seduced me, said her mother was a smile. Miss Sabbath, not in the both of the women got off me with ZETA lifting me up by the waist.
“Bend him over your desk, my dear,” ZETA’s mother order gently. Her daughter rushed to comply, actually picking me up in the air, and then laying me over the desk, pinning my arms behind my back. She gripped my wrists tightly and pressed her stomach and bosom onto my back, enter enforcing my head into her crotch. So I could breathe she opened her legs and placed my head in between them. I got hard as I smelled her scent through her black sweatpants that had a white drawstring. ZETA was wearing a shirt that had red raspberries designed onto them. Her mother was wearing a pink sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. They both had the number 10 printed on them. Miss Sabbath reached into her left, sweatpants pocket and pulled out a flyswatter that was also pink and had a white wire handle. She slapped it against her right hand, and I shivered, never having considered that she would use such an implement. As she approached the desk, I tensed my body and shut my eyes shut tightly. ZETA’s mother started to rub the wire handle against mine now inflaming, but and I moaned at the cool material slightly soothing my rump. After 15 seconds she stopped and I expected her to slap the pervertible against my butt, but instead she gently tapped it. She repeated this routine, switching between my butt cheeks 30 times taunting me with the anticipation of pain. Then she put her arm back sideways and whipped the flash water across both my butt cheeks. Feeling it flash across my sore bottom was like electrical or fire Sparks hitting it and I screamed like a cow being gutted. A second later, she brought it across my ass again, this time with a sideways backhand motion. After only six hits, I was pleading with her to stop even though I knew it would do me no good. My throbbing bottom was sensitive and a flash water felt like a bull whip that was tearing my skin.
“I’m begging you please stop miss Sabbath! I can’t take it!”
“You can take it and you will take it Darius! You endured me and my daughter’s punishment and you will endure this!” ZETA‘s mother responded in a merciless playfully, sadistic voice. “ harder, mom! Make him screech like a banshee!” Miss Sabbath took her child’s advice and began to swing the flash water at my butt with both hands instead of one. I struggled to get free, but ZETA had me pinned. I was supposed to take whatever punishment her mom chose to dish out. Finally come after another five minutes The thin vegan lady stopped thrashing my butt. She folded her arms with a flyswatter, still in one of her hands and looked at my punished ass with pride. ZETA got off me and let go of my wrist and walked around to stand next to her mother. “His butt looks so beautiful mom with my handprints and the fly water marks. We’re not just spankers. We’re spanking artists!”
“Yes, honey, we are,“ Miss Abbott an agreement. Then she walked around the desk and stood in front of me asking, “Do you want your mommy’s to kiss your butt all better Darius?” I nodded vigorously and she replied,”Then you better ask nicely.” as embarrassing as it was I complied, asking them in a shaky, cracked tone of voice to please kiss the boo-boos on my butt, all better. The two of them couldn’t help but snicker and then Zeta walk in front of me alongside her mother and ruffled my hair saying, “We’d be glad to baby.” Then she walked back behind me along with Miss Sabbath, and the two of them nailed down, started to kiss my butt. I thought they would just stick regular smooches but now after each of them had given me 20 regular kisses they started licking my bottom with their tongues and I let out a sound there was a baby gurgling. They’re wet, slimy, tongues lashing my exposed ass felt weird, painful, and incredibly erotic all at the same time.
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