Bonnie & Pam
      Submitted on 08/04/06


They kept me busy all morning long.

Bonnie and Pam were 'baby-sitting' me basically, at my mother's request, 
while she was at work. It's a long story, but briefly my mother caught me 
masturbating one day when she came home early from work, and ever since she's 
been keeping me in check- too busy to relieve myself, and with the threat of 
punishment if I did, too worried. Her latest plan was to loan me out to the 
neighbors- Bonnie- and let me do her housework when our own home was clean. 
Bonnie of course was more than happy to help out, and worse, she knew about 
my little fetish for feet and submission, as she had been there that first 
night when my secrets came out. Hell, she had been the one to initiate that 
first night of heaven/hell for me.

And now I was little more than her slave, at least for the day, as Mom had 
given me over to her friend to 'keep' until she got home from work later 
that night.

I learned quickly that in those little things where my mother held back a 
bit, Bonnie had no such compunction. Mom had just a shred of decency in her- 
maybe even love as I was her son, but Bonnie had no qualms over putting me 
through my paces, and hers. She told me to strip down to my briefs and 
directed me to work without the slightest hesitation. Then her daughter Pam 
got into the act.

Pam was- is Bonnie's daughter and just a couple years older than me. Despite 
the age difference, she has more often than not acted as my baby-sitter in 
reality. My mother and father apparently had no faith in me to be on my own 
when they were away, and Pam was always there when they went out. Little did 
my parents know that Pam was little better than Bonnie in making me seem 
less than I was. It doesn't really matter now I suppose, as I am little more 
than a drudge to all three of the women, being punished because I grew up 
and needed that little bit of occasional, sexual release.

They don't care, and use my sexual frustration against me. They love it 
actually, or so it seems to me.

Bonnie and Pam watched television and simply relaxed as I cleaned. Bonnie 
had a nice long list of things to do, even though her house was clean, 
spotless even. It was busy work, scrubbing the kitchen, sweeping, vacuuming, 
doing dishes, dusting, etc. Her house was cluttered, but very clean, so I 
knew that she was just keeping me busy throughout the morning, she and her 
daughter simply watching me as I worked- slaved for them in my briefs.

All the while they relaxed; Bonnie in a recliner and Pam sprawled on the 
sofa, watching TV and demanding attention. I lit cigarettes and brought them 
drinks and snacks. I had to change the channel for them while they enjoyed 
the good life. Every time they called me into the living room I was made to 
crawl before them, the both of them showing extra effort to twirl their 
ankles and feet or recross their legs. Both were dressed to excite, in my 
humble opinion; Bonnie in shorts and a tight top, a pair of soft white 
leather clogs dangling, and Pam now in denim cut offs, camisole shirt and 
her black rubber flip-flops. They wiggled their toes and twisted their feet 
whenever I came near, knowing that they were driving me crazy but never 
letting me at their feet- at least until they were ready.

I was scrubbing out the bathroom when they demanded lunch. I had my head in 
the toilet- almost literally- trying to get the stains when Bonnie ordered 
me to fix them sandwiches. I was sweating bullets and got up with a sigh, 
cleaning up in the sink before getting back onto my hands and knees and 
crawling back to the kitchen. They both gave their orders as I passed 
through- simple luckily. The day was hot, and they wanted something light.

I went to the kitchen and made their lunch, carrying the tray with several 
sandwiches back into the living room where they waited watching some Talk 
Show. I was allowed to walk to carry the tray, but they made me kneel to 
present their food, and then kept me there while they ate, watching their 
show and enjoying the free time that I had created for them. It took awhile, 
but I did as I was told, totally cowed and defeated, kneeling there between 
them.

"Hungry, Billy?" Pam finally asked as she dabbed at her lips with a napkin. 
I glanced up and nodded.

"Yes, Miss." Bonnie had told me to call Pam miss, and her ma'am.

I saw her smile as she tossed her plate to the floor. She apparently did not 
like the crust on the bread, and had left that for me to take care of. I 
looked to her cast off leftovers, then back up to her. Pam was staring at 
me, grinning.

"Well, dig in."

I looked to the crusts again, some had fallen from the paper plate and as I 
lowered my head Pam planted the sole of her thong in the middle of my 'meal' 
and twisted. She left her foot there as I stared and Bonnie chuckled.

"Go ahead."

I leaned in and started eating at the bread crusts poking out around her 
foot. There wasn't much actually, and when she saw that I had gotten at all 
that I could she raised her foot. The bread crusts dangled from the bottom 
of her rubber sandal as she tilted her foot, crossing her leg.

Both women laughed as I leaned in and started eating away at the ground and 
gritty bread that was stuck to the bottom of her flip-flop. It was crusted 
with dust and bits of gravel, but I leaned in and ate, actually licking at 
the soft rubber sole of Pam's thong knowing that if it was not clean she 
would get mad and probably punish me.

After I cleaned up their lunch plates, Bonnie directed me outside and into 
the backyard to do some yard work; mow the lawn, edge and prune, scrub the 
patio. They accompanied me out back and settled into lawn chairs to watch me 
again as I worked. I settled them into their chairs with iced tea and 
cigarettes, then got down to business.

It was hot and humid. Hot as hell, and I knew that's where I was now...

Still, I did as I was told.

Pam and Bonnie were both lounging in lawn chairs under the covered patio as 
I mowed the lawn. I was sweating bullets, and annoyed as I knew that they 
had a power mower, but Bonnie had instructed me to use an old and rusty push 
mower that barely moved and cut the grass as the blades were so dull. I'm 
sure that my watchers loved the scene though, as I had to go over the lawn 
several times to get it right for them.

And of course, I had to rake up all the cut grass. That's what I was doing 
when my sitters kicked things up a notch. I had raked the lawn's trimmings 
up into a couple of piles and was making my way about the yard, scooping up 
the cut grass and dumping same into a lawn and leaf bag. I was on the last 
heap, which was right beside the patio, shoveling up the refuse to put in 
the bag and when I turned, the end of my rake butted up against Pam's leg.

Apparently she had gotten up for some mysterious reason (I think to make me 
drop my load) but I did not know, and as I turned I thumped her and dumped 
the load of grass all over her feet.

Shit.

"Prick!" she said and her hand shot out, slapping me upside my head. I 
winced as she did not hold back, looking to her. She looked angry to say the 
least as she reared back and slapped me again, this time right on the cheek 
and with enough force to drive me to my knees again-

SLAP!

I dropped my rake, my hand going to my cheek as I felt tears in my eyes. Pam 
had a helluva swing.

"Stupid shit," she shouted, lifting one foot and then the other, shaking off 
the grass. "Can't do a simple chore?" She reared back to slap me again and I 
cringed, but it never came. After a moment, I looked up -

"Clean my feet, bitch," she commanded, pointing at her flip-flops, "and then 
clean up this mess you made."

I could hear Bonnie's harsh laugh as I bent low at Pam's feet. She simply 
stood there as I licked and sucked up the grass, her toes wiggling a bit as 
I licked between them, giggling occasionally. They were clean for the most 
part, just a bit of smudge between her big and second toe. They smelled of 
lilac as well, and I assumed that she had bathed recently, probably that 
morning. She made me lick at the patio about her feet, eating up the cut 
grass there too, and sucking it in. Finally she sat back in her lawn chair 
and crossed her left leg over the right, cocking her ankle to present the 
gritty bottom of her shoe. I looked at her and she just grinned. I leaned 
forward and licked at the filthy bottom of her rubber thongs for some time 
until she was satisfied, the grit and mud accumulated there crunching in my 
teeth, the stench of the old rubber and cut grass and bath beads making me 
gag.

I felt Pam's foot atop my head just before she pushed me down and away. I 
sprawled at her feet there in the freshly mowed lawn, looking up as she sat 
back into her lawn chair. I glanced at Bonnie as light flared; she was 
lighting a cigarette and grinning widely. Pam extended her long and shapely 
leg, pointing her toes at me as she leaned back -

"Remove my thong, William."

I reached forward, but she angled her foot away.

"With your teeth."

I nodded and leaned forward. As she held her beautiful foot steady I opened 
my mouth and reached out, gripping the rubber between my teeth. Something 
told me not to bite down too hard as I gripped it and leaned back, sliding 
the thong from her foot. I stared as she flexed her toes.

"Present it to me."

I heard Bonnie laugh as I sat up, begging like a dog with a bone and offered 
Pam her flip-flop. She looked down at me with a sly grin, then finally 
leaned in and took her sandal in hand. She leaned back and patted her darkly 
tanned thigh -

"Assume the position, boy."

I blinked, staring at her as she brushed her hand along the smooth skin of 
her thigh, wondering what position she meant. I bowed down and felt her foot 
thump the back of my head.

"Over my knees, stupid," she snapped, placing both feet on the cement patio. 
"The mess you made, you need to be punished," Pam slapped the sole of her 
thong into the palm of her hand, "just so you don't do it again."

My eyes went wide as I stared at Pam. Surely she did not plan on spanking 
me? The mess I had made had been her fault, and, jeez I just dropped some 
grass. Pam patted her lap again and I looked to Bonnie. She just took a drag 
on her cigarette and eyed me evilly, loving this new turn. I looked back to 
Pam.

"Well," she asked, still playfully slapping the sole of her flip-flop in her 
hand. I sagged, defeated.

"Yes miss."

Her legs were warm as I crawled up and lay over her lap. I was sweating and 
hot, and I got all the hotter as Pam adjusted, jiggling her legs to support 
me as she eased me further forward. My head was almost touching the ground 
as she finally found a comfortable position- for her. I was forced to hang 
there, draped over her lap and staring at her sexy feet as she ran a smooth 
hand over my back and butt. I felt my cock stirring as her hand slid under 
the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down to reveal my buttocks. I 
blushed, but grew harder as she poked at my as cheeks.

"Getting a little wide in the ass there Billy," she said, her fingernails 
grabbing and pinching until I started to squirm and squeal. "better tell Jan 
to watch your diet, hunh?" I moaned, nodding as Pam pinched and poked.

I heard metal grating on stone and suddenly Bonnie's white leather clog was 
dangling right in front of my face as she slid her chair forward and closer. 
Her foot eased forward, the toe of her shoe pressing at my lips until I 
opened my mouth. She shoved her shoe in as far as it would go, until I was 
gagging and breathing through my nose -

"To keep him quiet," Bonnie said, pressing her foot in, wiggling until I 
started sucking on the soft, worn leather -

I lurched forward as a stinging pain bit into my ass. I scrambled, writhing 
and screaming into the gag of Bonnie's foot. It took all of my will not to 
bite down, and Bonnie just rammed her shoe deeper into my throat as I 
gasped. I felt her other foot on the back of my neck, even as Pam locked her 
leg over mine to stop my thrashing.

"Count!" she commanded, slapping the sole of her flip-flop to my ass again.

And again.

"Count!"

"Rrreeee." I mumbled around Bonnie's foot and felt a quick flurry of 
spankings, fast and furious.

"No, stupid!"

SLAP!

"At the beginning!"

SLAP!

"Nnnnhhh."

SLAP!

"Oooooo."

SLAP!

"EEEeee."

and so on.

I lost track of the swats eventually and simply grunted as I writhed in 
pain. That was what they really wanted anyway- to see me suffer. I was 
struggling and crying, trying to draw breath through my snotty nose and 
around Bonnie's foot jammed into my mouth. After awhile Pam stopped and 
simply shoved me to the ground where I lay sprawled at her feet crying and 
rubbing my abused ass. She tossed her flip-flop in front of me, extending 
her leg and pointing her foot at my face -

"Kiss my toe," she commanded. I sniffled and raised up, planting a gentle 
kiss on her big toe without hesitation.

"Say you're sorry."

"I- I'm sorry, miss," I said, snuffling again and hanging my head. I WAS 
sorry- sorry enough that I did not want her spanking me again.

"Good. Now put my shoe on my foot and get back to work."

I picked up Pam's black, rubber flip-flop without a thought of hesitation. 
Gingerly I eased it forward and slipped it onto her waiting foot, gently 
sliding the thong between her toes. She pulled away and twirled her ankle in 
front of my face, slapping the rubber against the sole of her foot. Then her 
foot angled, pointing to the remnants of the spilled grass still on the lawn 
and patio.

"Chop-chop!" she said, snapping her fingers, and I heard Bonnie's harsh 
laugh again. She was loving this.

My knees were green and aching by now. My ass was aflame from the spanking I 
had just received. I was sun-burned and beet red from humiliation, but some 
how I managed to scramble about and start to gather the clippings that I had 
dropped. Every single last blade of grass.

Pam made certain of that.


To be continued.


Story © Carnaj 2006