Chastisement

"Um..." Elly... Elly blink- blinked away the half moon of her mother's bare brown buttcheeks.

"Um, huh?"

"I said - you're not hurt?"

Hurt. God, she...

Oh.

"N-no." Elaine shook her head. "No, I... no. It was just her. Herself, hitting. Uh, chasing. S-slapping."

"Hitting..." Elly stole a glance at her mother's bare brown breasts, firmly nestled in Brand's hands.

Oh... oh, god.

Nestled. Stroked. P-petted. Elly found a place on the wall to look, the same place she'd been unsuccessfully trying to study for the last minute.

What was...? What...?

"I - I'm sorry," Elly whispered, even... even while she held back...

Brand was so close to her mom. He... her... partner - her boyfriend w-was touching -

"It's not you, Elly." Brand, not looking at her...

Petting her mom's...

"There's a girl. Much better, Nessie."

The older woman's breasts were let down, and Elly - Brand made no move to cover them. He just kept them... kind of hanging out, loosely, with the flimsy black slip her mom had been wearing pulled down around her hips, and bunched up around her butt. Elly only got a kind of... a side profile, but...

Elly's stomach rolled, butterflies fluttering and bees stinging. Uncomfortable anxiety a-and jealousy jumbled and fighting like...

"You don't have to be sorry, Elaine. What set her off?"

Set her... E-Elly... Elly opened her mouth, and -

Interrupted.

"B-Brand, I..."

Her mother's voice. Elly flinched. She -

"Nessie, don't interrupt. You had your chance. Now, what happened?"

What...

"Elaine?" Oh. Elly s-straightened. Swallowed. "What happened?"

Her mother...

"She wanted her..." Under her mother's gaze, under the big, sorry eyes atop her mom's stripped, almost naked body, the black teen trailed off.

"Elly?"

It was... felt like a betrayal. Like - telling on her, tattling, like she was... caught.

"Belt." Elly whispered, and cleared her throat. Her mom's eyes, pleading with her daughter, dropped to the floor. "She, ah, said she has a chastity belt. O-on. She tried to show me. She wanted it off, begged, asked for me..."

Brand nodded. Nodded, and smiled sympathetically, and stepped away from Elly's mom to hold the colored teen's hand.

To be with her.

"Um," Elly blushed, and words that had barely stumbled out before rushed from her lips. "I wouldn't let her touch - she was touching her," Elaine gestured to her own breasts, drew Brand's eyes to her cleavage. Not on display like h-her mom's, but he...

"I didn't let her. Not like that. That's... I think all that started..."

A deep breath. Elly looked, with Brand, in time to see that the older woman had only just begun to shamefully cover her chest with her arms and hands.

"I see."

"I should have warned you, Elly. But - you may not have understood, anyway, not really."

Understood. Elly didn't understand. How could her mom...? She didn't.

"Elaine, I want you to take your mother to the living room. I'll be with you in just a moment - and I think its important you do this on your own."

With... alone?

"Elly - you'll be safe. I'm right behind you, and Nessie - you're not going to make another mistake, are you Vanessa?"

"N-..."

The bare-chested, middle-aged executive hung her head.

"No, Sir."

Elly gasped.

Even after... even with... E-Elly...

Elaine, for the first time really feeling some... some of... and mostly seeing her mom shrink - shrink in stature, shrinking...

"Come on, Mom."

Elaine quietly took her mother's wrist, and led her away. Ignoring the bumbling, jiggling weight behind her, she led. The-the spanking the previous night... everything...

'Sir'.

It should have been nothing, in comparison. It made sense. It...

Her mom - there was something wrong. Really wrong. Elly knew it, before. Knew it in the worst way. But this...

Taking the lead, Elaine led her mother to the living room.

Turning, standing, Elly swallowed.

"You can cover up, now, Mother."

The older woman's hands shifted on the wobbly brown flesh they contained. Nothing more.

Nothing.

Christ. Elaine pressed her palm to her forehead.

M-moving her mother's hands away, subjected to her mother's hanging breasts at full frontal, w-without touching skin, the teen carefully slid the flimsy front of her mom's slip up, over a pair of thick nipples, over bulging brown flesh.

Elaine slid the straps of her mom's slip over the hapless older woman's shoulders, only getting a whisper of help right at the end.

Help. A thumb. Fingers. A hand, t-touching.

"Thank you..."

Elly struggled not to recoil outright. The teen extracted her hand from her mother's touch - casually, deliberately.

And tried to make wiping the back of her hand on her shirt look as subtle and as natural as possible.

"Um, th-thank you, Elly. E-Elaine."

... Said that already. Elly sighed.

"Let's just try to keep those things covered, Mother."

The teen's tone was a little harsher than she intended. Annoyed. But - boobs freshly clothed, butt still hanging out, the older woman nodded earnestly. Almost enthusiastically, except her lip was quivering and...

Jesus. Elly smirked. She couldn't help it. It was messed up, but battered face and all, there was something so... so...

"Sorry. Thank y- "

"Mom! Don't sit!"

"Mother, your thighs," Elly hissed, smirk gone. She didn't even want to think about...! And - her mom looked as ready to break down as Elly felt.

Brand. Elly needed -

Where was - ?

Footsteps, down the hallway. Both black women looked at each other.

Both... Elly straightened. And her mom, her bare-bottomed mom, did too. The older woman even -

A tiny, audible intake. Elly's mother sucked in what little tummy she had.

That - !

That was enough to set Elaine's eyes ablaze. Sh-she -

Brand. B-Brand.

Elly stepped forward. Forward, and a little in front of her mother.

"Everything okay? Elaine?"

He asked her. Her. Elly... "Yes..." She breathed. And, no - serious, firm, "Yes, Brand. Under control."

Jesus. She sounded like a -

Brand smiled warmly.

"Good. You did really well - and got your mother covered up. Or did she do that herself?"

From behind Elaine, a kind of pathetic whimpering noise -

"I - " A wire handle flyswatter was placed in Elly's hand.

She could, unfortunately, imagine what the container of wet wipes Brand held was for. But a... "I... I-I-I..." A-a fly... a flyswatter?

With an experimental twitch of her wrist, the colored teen whipped the thin rubber head.

Elly swallowed. He... he couldn't be serious. Giving her...

"I - I did. Me. I had to."

Mom...

Elaine avoided her mother's gaze. Ignored a second whimper, and shifting feet.

"Of course you did. She needs that kind of help."

Elaine flicked her wrist, feeling the weight. It -

"It's clean - the swatter. I don't think it was used, but I sanitized it just in case."

Elly's hand tightened around thick wire.

"B-Brand, I..."

"It's perfectly safe for her. Safer than stumbling after you, hurting herself - right?"

God, her mother stumbling, swinging... Elly's skin c-crawled just -

"Elly, your mom is going to get hurt either way." Brand's matter-of-fact voice was punctuated by whimpering, shifting - maybe even some half-formed word -

The white man continued, his hand brushing Elaine's hip, "... At work, at home. You need to establish boundaries that she can respect, with consequences she understands."

Elaine's teenage heart pounded arrhythmically, as confused as she was.

Talking about her... her mom this way...

"It's for... y-you want me to..."

"You know exactly what it's for, Elaine."

God. She... did.

"Little, necessary physical punishments are a great teaching tool."

Punishments. Like s-spankings, and...

Elaine hadn't been raised with spankings.

Lectures, scoldings, **** essays, grounding - never hitting. Never. But her mom... her mother had stories about her mother.

"She," The older woman swallowed loudly, throat bobbing, looking not at her, not at her flyswatter - at Brand. "I, she - "

She had to... lead. Together, her and Brand...

"Mom." She - what Brand said. She... "H-hands on the... turn around. The armrest."

N-nothing. Quiet nothing.

Like a half-dressed lump, eyes barely meeting hers, Elly's mother - nothing. Just uncomfortable, heavy silence. A - a defiance. Elly...

B-Brand?

Nothing. Nothing there, either, except a sly, maybe even condescending little smile that -

Elly cleared her throat. Frowned. Full height, "Mom."

N-

"Mother!" On impulse, the teenager cracked the fly swatter into her palm.

Whssp!

A whooshing sound, a resounding snap at the end, followed by a surprisingly harsh sting.

Her mom jumped. Her mother...

Did it.

D-did it.

Holy... Elly's mother, her ultimate authority figure, turned at Elly's word. Bent over.

Slick thighs slightly parted, jumping to attention, Elly's mom leaned over. The older woman put her bare black butt cheeks on display.

E-Elly almost l-laughed. Shocked, queasy, surpr-

Ooh! Blushing, she jumped and r-rubbed...

Brand laughed, a-a-and pinched the teen's round butt.

"Perfect. Elly - you're a big girl. Nobody wants a repeat of what happened. For her own good."

Elly, muscles ready to spring, to release...

Over her mother's shoulder, big round doe eyes stared into Elly's eyes, pleading.

"E-E-Elly - p-... I love - "

Reflex. Ready muscles moved on their own.

Whsssp!

The slender red rubber grid whistled through the air, and hit her mother's bare, round butt with a smack.

Elly flinched, r-ready to...

Old instincts... boundaries and feelings - one eye squinted closed, she looked, looked at her mom, preparing for... expecting...

N-not sure what to expect. Wire and a rubber mat were b-bent, connected to her hand, and resting on her mom's butt. Right where the stinging blow landed.

And n-nothing.

The black mother, her mom, took it with a jiggle, a quiver of her legs, and a little squeak.

With her fear released, her tension vanishing, Elly Lockley laughed. Really laughed.

Her mom whimpered. Elaine - she d-didn't mean to laugh! She - she shouldn't have laughed -

"I didn't mean to laugh." Swallowing, w-worrying, l-looking to Brand -

The big white man was smiling down at her, smiling with her. He r-ruffled Elaine's hair, and smoothed it.

"Don't worry about it. In an awkward position, a laugh is perfectly natural. Again, Elaine."

Palm sweating, hand tightening on wire...

I-it was electric. It - she swatted her mom. It... the jealousy and anger she had felt before - and more. Further back. J-James. A lifetime...

The colored girl's eyes narrowed. Sighted.

Whsssp!

Elly's mom flinch-closed those big round eyes. Kept them closed, squeezed them shut tight and clamped her mouth closed - and took it from Elaine.

"Perfect, Elly. You're a natural." The warm male hand on Elaine's hip, on h-her butt...

Went under her shirt, in the back. Rested against her teen girl panties.

"I - I play tennis." Elly...

The teenager's mom opened her mouth.

"Ell-"

Whsssp!

"Eee-!" The big butt black woman shut her mouth, and only a weak little high-pitched sound escaped.

WhssP!

A harder blow. Flicking her wrist at the end... Elaine could feel it though the wire, and hear it vibrate in the air.

"Ff-! Nnh...!"

"Right. Tennis." The white man murmured.

"Don't forget to remind her what she did wrong, why she needs this. That's important."

Breathing... breathing far harder than her mild exertion, hand trembling, Elly... "Needs?"

Elaine had almost... the exhilaration, p-power..m the 'why' had slipped her. Just -

"Has your mom been peeping? Isn't that what made you feel uncomfortable?"

"P-peeping?" A little squeak from... flyswatter in hand, squeaking mother bent over, chest rising and falling, Elly...

Peeping. Was that... was that what it was?

"She... it wasn't peeping." Elly wrung the rubber head of her swatter. Peeping - at her. Her mom... "I - She..."

Elly wriggled her toes. Spread them. Scrunched the carpet beneath them.

"Elly - it was peeping. I saw. You did, too." Saw... she did. See. But... peeping?

"Your mom knows it, too. And, she knows better."

Interrupted by a pathetic voice, muffled by couch cushions, "S-sorr... E-Elly..."

Sorry.

The last thing Elly wanted to see - her mother looked back at her. Sorry.

Whssp!

"Mom - !"

Whsssp!

U-ugh! "Mom - ick!"

"Try alternating cheeks."

Brand... Elly's s-smile - it wasn't funny! Peeping! A-aiming for the other cheek -

WhsssP!

"Ick! Peeping! Mom!"

WhssP!

Mom! The older woman, brown butt jiggling with every blow, feet k-kicking -

Angry, confused, disgusted - a-and with a strange adrenaline-giddy flutter in her tummy, Elly...

"Trust me," Brand cleared his throat, "It's nothing new. At work - "

Work! "Mother!"

Whssp!

"Peeping at work?!"

"Puh-pease-"

WhssP! WhsssP!!

"Ng-Guh!"

"... Girls?" Elly sneered.

Whssp!

"Nn-NN-!"

God. Jesus. It was true. Hovering, pressing the hard rubber mat into her mother's butt flesh, threatening the exact spot she intended to hit -

"Girls," Elly stated evenly and, wrist cocked, raised her arm to full height.

WhssSP!!

Something happened.

"NG-Guh!"

The black woman in front of Elly yelled, and flopped. Jerked forward, feet twitch-kicking in the open air.

It was... bizarre. Almost silly, in its exaggerated -

Whssp!

Without thinking about it, Elly swatted one upturned pink foot bottom experimentally.

It jerked out of reach, swinging up and away at the knee, but the other...

Whssp!

The teen ignored Brand's laugh. Ignored, except for a scowly smirk of her own, that she couldn't quite wipe away.

"You're going to stop taking my clothes, Mother."

Pausing... waiting... feet -

Now!

WhssP!!

"Nuh- ss- sorr-"

"And going into my room."

Foot... there - !

Whss-p!

A glancing blow. Elly frowned. The other foot -

Whssp!

"Ghh!"

"Aheh-! ah- E-Ell- "

"You'll dress appropriately for your age."

Whssp!

"You'll act appropriately for your age." Wait -

Whssp!

"That's no chasing."

Whssp!

"No - ugh. No exposing."

WhssP!

"N- Nuh-!"

"No scratching."

Whssp!

"Absolutely no slapping."

Whssp!

Each swat, the moving targets returned. One or the other or both. Challenging pink soles and toes for the teen tennis player to expertly -

Whssp!

Backhand!

WhsssP!

"Mother - what did I say?"

Muffled by couch cushions, between sobs, "N-n-no scr-scra-atch... s-slap... slap-p-puh-"

Whssp!

"Good." Elly nodded.

"And no."

Whssp!

"More."

WhssP!

"Nggh!"

"Hump-" H-Humping... H...

Elly... arm in the air, ready to -

Hump. G-god. Her mom...

Hump.

Elly... she... suddenly ashamed - herself, her mom...

A foot kicked out, dangled, and the teen's muscle reflex -

WhssP!

"A-and... and w-wash my comforter."

Aiming past her mom's feet - one cheek.

Whssp!

Elly... the casual command in her voice had dropped off. She... quietly, almost petulantly, "You stained it. It's filthy."

Whssp!

The other cheek.

"S... sorr..." Her mother, a blubbering mess of dangling feet and quivering brown flesh...

Elly had her hand raised. Ready. R-ready. Chest rising. Falling. Breaths shuddering. Sh-she...

"That was just fine, Elly."

A big hand wrapped around Elly's. Guiding her. Lowering her arm, gently prying her fingers away from the wire flyswatter, while a second hand e-extracted the abusive device.

"Let's get her cleaned up before she has to wash the armrest too, huh?"

A strangled half sob, half laugh choked its way out of Elly's throat.

"C'mere, Nessie," The flyswatter joined the other items on the coffee table, and with a gentle brush of white fingers across the twin ashy white spots Elaine had created on her mom's black butt...

E-Elly felt her queasy tummy flop, and her fists clench.

"Are those feet sore?" A muffled groan, a little whimper... "I bet they are. Let them rest."

"Down we go."

The upended mother, supported shoulder and tummy, got a lift off the armrest of the couch...

And lowered to the floor, feet up. Butt up. She was placed, rested, on her forearms, elbows, and knees.

"F-feet..."

"No." Even Elly, fists still clenched and tummy tumbling - even she flinched at the quiet strength in Brand's denial.

"You can try your feet when you're clean and ready. This is best for now." Strong hands ripped the tub of wipes open.

"There's a girl," Patting the negro mother's head, smoothing her tangled sweaty hair, "Lots of lessons, Nessie. It's okay."

"Thank your daughter, now." Patting, a-almost petting her... "Shes here to help."

Thank? That... no. Elly... g-guilt. Guilt a-and mixed - being thanked would f-feel -

"Um..." Elly's mother, on her arms and knees...

Elly almost opened her mouth to stop the ritual. 'Thank'. A thanks would be ludicrous. Worse. It -

But her mom, butt up on the floor, looked at her legs.

The teen frowned, and pulled down her shirt, and wished for a split second the swatter was back in her hand.

"S-sorry." Elly's mom - those wide brown eyes dropped to the floor beneath her nose.

The floor underneath her. Not Elaine's feet, not even for a moment.

Not glancing back up for a last look. A last... peep.

They stayed on the ground, where they didn't make Elly's skin crawl. M-maybe swatting her wasn't... wasn't all wrong.

Maybe...

"Th-thank... thank you. Elly - "

Her mom's eyes never left the floor. She whispered, thick lips touching the carpet.

"Thank you..."

"... Much better. Good girl."

A wipe. Without any further... Brand took a wipe from the bucket.

"Messy girl."

The white man, seated on the couch, prompted the mother's thighs apart and wiped her.

A slow wipe, starting almost at the back of her knee, and up her slick brown thigh.

"Maybe... can't she just shower?" E-Elaine...

"Mm. Not a bad idea. Or the hose?"

Elly laughed nervously. Fidgeted, eyes averted.

Brand. Her... friend, and her mom...

"There's no shower at work, though, is there Vanessa? She's used to it this way, and until - until things get better at work..."

"You...?" Elly swallowed, the corner of her eye catching her mom's form, struggling ever so slightly. Face down and butt swaying a-as if to... Brand... "A-at work?"

"Me? No!" Brand laughed, and patted the cushion next to him.

Patted...

E-Elly... Elly, not sure. Not. But with his attention on her mother, on her mother's...

Elly ceased all the breathing through her nose she could, and s-sat.

"D-don- "

"Miss Cheryl does that, right Nessie?"

Miss...

"-Nt!" Shaking, quivering black -

Trying to ignore her m-mom's - Elly shoved her mom's butt out of mind as well as she could with the metal strapped thing quivering in front of her.

Cheryl? "Cheryl? Mom's Cheryl? I - I mean Mom's secretary - a-assistant... whatever?"

"Yeah. I think she has a little bit of a crush on Miss Cheryl, to be honest."

"Cheryl." Elly stated flatly, summoning an image - a young woman, dark hair, serious when attending her mom's work - but with a pleasant, genuine smile for Elly -

Even ignoring the 'crush' bit...

"Cheryl does... this."

"Nnt..."

The cushion next to Elly shifted with Brand's weight.

"Well... maybe I shouldn't say. But I do think for this sort of a cleaning, keeping boundaries - it might better coming from a woman."

"... You could try."

A clean white wipe, dangling... from the corner of her eye, perversely drawing her in.

"I - I couldn't," Elly felt her throat close up just thinking about it. Her mother's brown curves...

"I, really - "

"Of course." The dangling wipe floated away. E-Elly took a deep, shuddering - "You're being very brave, very grown up, just being here at all. You can't. I understand." The white man, Elly saw it. Him. Tenderly t-touching... spreading...

Not out of the corner of her eye.

In full view, Brand's hand, both hands - hands on her mom's naked thighs spread the older woman. Touched her.

Wiped her.

Wet hot jealousy bubbled and buzzed in the teen's belly. Belly and... lower. Her gut painfully squirming w-with...

Jealousy a-and some protective instinct and a-a bit...

A bit of something like curiosity. A bit of curiosity. A little.

Brand folded his cloth, prepared a fresh side.

"No."

The word tumbled out.

She - Brand stopped, and she... "N-no. Partners." Elly grabbed Brand's wrist. Stopped her lover from touching her mom too intimately, and with her breath held and her nose s-stopping all the musk it could, Elaine **** a smile for her boyf-

... For him. "I'll do it."

She scooted even closer.

Partners.

Elly scooted squarely behind her mom's upturned brown butt and parted thighs. A metal strip, dividing her cheeks a-and... oh god. Glistening wet, w-wiry hairs. The whole length - starting somewhere in her crack and running their way down to a veritable swampy forest o-of -

Brand laughed.

"Sorry - it's just your face." E-E-Elly, the grimace twi-twisting her lips i-into -

"Don't overthink it, okay. It looks a little like a train stuck in the damn Amazon, doesn't it?"

"-Buh!"

E-Elly... in spite of herself, she smirked. The silver-parted jungle in front of her -

Still grimacing - she smirked at the too-accurate description her mom's locked-up nethers, so close to her own thoughts, and tried her first wipe. Even avoiding the crack a-and swampy pubic area, there -

Ugh. There was plenty.

The colored college girl slid her hand up her mom's smooth thigh, picking up a river of vaginal secretions as she went.

"See? Its not so bad."

E-Elly didn't answer that. W-wiping.

Concentrating on wiping, concentrating on not thinking about what she was wiping. She...

She k-kind of grabbed the globe of her mother's buttcheek. Her wiping hand was shaking enough on its own, a-and the swaying of the older woman's... all that movement, she was going to get seasick.

"Hold still, Mom."

Rocking. Swaying. H-hump-

Elly slapped at her mom's hip and firmly grabbed her black butt. "I-I swear I'm going to swat you! I said still!""

... Some kind of sick.

The tense brown cheek under Elly's hand slowly stopped moving. Swaying. And Elly - relieved, sea sickness retreating... "Better."

"Much better. Good - "

G-good... job. Jesus. Elly shut her mouth a-and... and wiped.

"You're so good with her, Elaine."

A... a moment of silent work. Touching, wiping, and looming silence -

"Thank you," Elly finally whispered, flushing.

Brand handed her a fresh, clean wipe.

"Th-thank you."

"Of course. This is so important. Work aside, these spankings and scoldings are stressful for her. Little gestures like this are important to help her maintain and cope."

S-spreading firm cheeks, touching and breathing in hairy... Elly started high, touched smooth metal, warm skin, and gently pulled wiry hairs.

"Like when she was hurting herself earlier - hurting her more wouldn't have helped, would it?"

Maybe. Her hand feeling along... along and in her mom's butt crack, Elly... "N-no."

"No, she needs both. Positive reinforcement, positive feelings, and negative. See, she's much more still now, no unseemly wobbling or pressing. Good job, Nessie!" The older man's pleasant voice -

"... You try."

... What?

"I..." Try...? "I-I - "

"Something small. Something that acknowledges her improvement. Go on."

Go on. W-wiping.

Elly...

"Much..." Elaine licked her full lips.

"Better. Better, Mom."

Wiping down, closer, around the sweet-sweaty hairy edge of her mother's lips, right next to her belt -

"Good job. M-Mom."

The... the musk was clogging up her head. Everything was. Even the compliment. Elly...

"Good..."

Elaine wiped, where she had been avoiding. She wiped, stretching her mother's soft skin, her hairy black s-stuff.

It needed cleaning. Soft, hairy, p-pulling, wiping...

It did.

"That little piece there - you see the edges?" Brand pointed right at the flared-wide metal, made to completely cover the...

"I - y-yes..."

The hole underneath. "She can slide it back to pee. It'll need cleaning."

Slide... o-open.

Using her wipe - the small metal piece slid easier than Elly had thought. A... an odd wide spaced mesh... "There are other options - here. A urethral insert, even, for peeing... or nothing, no option."

"This seemed simplest. It needs proper care, though. We don't want your mom's coochie smellier than it has to be."

Just underneath her finger, underneath the disposable white cloth protecting her, pulsing, swollen black folds...

'C-coochie'.

Elly was already wiping it, her finger tracing bumpy mesh. Hovering over...

E-Elly slowly, carefully... she wiped her mom's pee opening once more.

... T-took a peek, and with her jaw clenched tight, very carefully slid her mom's pee insert closed.

And shuddered.

"Do... do I have to clean...?" Resting above her mom's... between her buttcheeks, a small circle of protruding metal-

Elly, carefully touching, prodding the piece centered over her mom's anus, c-couldn't imagine seeing, wiping -

"-Nn!"

... Jesus.

"Oh, no." Brand, fingers alongside Elaine's, gave the protruding metal piece a firm poke.

"Ell-l-!"

"That won't be necessary, it's not like the front. That's... just so she has something to hold onto."

"Hold..." Elly swallowed. "Hold with her - "

"It helps her, to have something to squeeze on. She can't get the pulls she likes but -"

P-pulls...! Likes...? Elly f-felt her own little butthole sympathetically twist tight.

"Buh! E-Elly - pl-!"

Flinching -

"Nessie! Don't get excited!"

"...p-"

"Now, we could change it out for an open piece," Poking her, pressing the band into the squirming negress, Elaine's mom, "... Or one without any insert - but it'll be much worse for her without anything to squeeze. You see - "

"S-stop," Elly gasped. Jesus! This was her mom! "This... isn't this...?"

"Well," Brand frowned doubtfully, fishing a small silver key with a heart bow, "The only alternative, really, is to let her out like she wanted."

"No!"

Elly backpedaled, hands up and off her mother. The image of the wild-eyed African-American, hands slapping, coming after her...

"I..."

The image of her mom rubbing the railing, hooting -

"N-no," Elly tried again, quieter - ignoring the whimpering black butt bouncing in front of her, the tapping, kicking little toes.

"Nessie - no."

Elly's mom -

"Tell you what," Brand pressed the key into Elly's palm, and wrapped her fingers around it.

Wrapped her fist in his hand.

"I have two keys. I planned to leave one with Miss Cheryl at work, but - why don't you hold onto it while we are home? You can decide if shes following her lessons, and if she can be trusted... free."

"Okay?"

Elly's head was spinning. Spinning. Sights and smells and feelings a-and...

"Okay." Wrapped in Brand's hand, wrapped in her fist, Elly... her mom...

Dizzy. And... power. A-and...

"It's settled. Nessie - turn around. Knees."

The big brown moon in front of Elly turned, spun, and was r-replaced by her mom's face. The familiar-yet-not lips and nose and eyes of her mom were turned up, looking up at her, somehow the reversed perspective, looking down at her mother, was even more peculiar and disorienting than the hairy black butt that had been the center o-o-of-

A male voice grounded Elly. Brand.

"You're not getting out of your belt except for maintenance, Vanessa. Not unless it comes from Elaine. Do you understand?"

Elly - her mom's eyes were practically bulging. Bloodshot and glassy, she...

Lips moved. Hoarse, "My... daughter?"

"Vanessa - not me. Look at Elly. Tell her - do you understand?"

Elly shifted uncomfortably while her mom's eyes - the older woman seemed unsure where to look - Elly's eyes, then her feet, then her hand - her key-holding hand.

Finally the floor, in front of her teen daughter, while Elly... "U-um, I," a quick glance to Elaine's eyes, and down, "I understand. I - "

Dark skin flushed darker...

Elly needed her away. A sudden, belly-aching need that - god. Enough. So enough. Her kneeling, blushing mom -

Elaine cleared her throat. Clenched her key-fist tight.

"My blanket. My comforter." A blank stare. Elly wasn't even sure her mom understood - "Mom. Blanket - " Blank eyes...

"Mom!"

"Yes. Yes." Nappy hair suddenly bobbed, "Yes, I remember. Sorry. I - yes, Ma'am."

Embarrassed silence. Elaine -

"S-sorry." Voice so small that it barely a squeak, Elly's mom hugged her chest, a-and, "Yes, Elly. Thank you. Your blanket. I'll..."

A smile. ****, fleeting. Gone.

"I'll be good. Better. Elly. E-Elaine."

Her mother, head hanging. Being... good. Key wrapped in her hand, Elly watched her mom stand, almost tip, and go. Bob and sway her way... looking back once, as she shuffling off and up the stairs.

Brand's hand on Elly's thigh. Speaking. Something about more work. Interrupted. The hand brushed up, away, and she - Elly smiled for him, said something in parting.

Something about catching her breath, maybe. Not quite that. Something like...

E-Elaine...

Elly looked around. The teenager was alone.

Self consciously, guilty and... Elly looked around again. Making sure. Alone. With her ears pricked for any sign she might be observed...

Moving quickly, hardly thinking, the colored girl grabbed, stole a couple wipes for herself.

She - just a quick wipe. She could take her swatter with her for protection, and use the bathroom. It was simply a good idea, and...

A-and maybe - a change of clothes, too, wouldnt hurt. Once her mom was out of her room. She could wait, make sure they didn't meet in the hallway.

Y-yes. A quick change of clothing, a change of outfit, and...

Elly took an extra wipe, for her swatter, before closing the tub.

... And a pair of dry, fresh panties.