Not the one she wanted

Tom was racking his brain. Betsie had kissed his dick. He was certain he hadn't imagined that. He was also pretty certain she had done it because he had told her to do so. However Betsie was refusing to do so now. "Kiss my dick," he said. Betsie refused. He tried to remember what he had said. "Kiss my package," Tom said. Again Betsie refused. Tom was certain that was what he said. 'I told her to kiss my package,' he thought. The look on Betsie's face told Tom she wasn't about to kiss his package anytime soon. Tom tried to replay what had happened in his mind. His dad had told him to give Betsie the package, Betsie had told him to give her the package, he had told her to kiss his package. What was different this time? She had told him to give him the package and he had told her to ... he had told her to ... he had told her to ...

"Do as you're told and kiss my package."

Betsie had been ready to push Tom out the way and take the delivery by ****. She closed the gap between them but she knew that she wasn't about to push him out the way. Instinctively Tom took half a step back again but this time, when Betsie dropped to her knees, he made no effort to push her away. She kissed his crotch again. When she looked up Tom had the biggest grin in the world. Betsie knew with certain dread her day was about to get a lot worse.

Tom looked down as Betsie kissed him again. When she looked at him, Tom couldn't help but grin like the Cheshire Cat back down at her. "Do as you're told and kiss my package." She kissed him again. "Awesome. Do you have to do everything I tell you?" Betsie didn't reply. Tom repeated himself, "Do you have to do everything I tell you?" He was met with silence again. "Kiss my feet."

"No," said Betsie as she began to stand. She was hoping Tom hadn't actually twigged on to what was the important part of the sentence.

"Ah! Do as you're told and kiss my feet." Betsie's hopes were dashed as she lowered herself to the ground. She kissed his left shoe first. "When I say do as you're told you have to do as you're told don't you?" Betsie kissed his right shoe.

"Yes," she said meekly. Betsie couldn't even look up. Her creep of a neighbour was one person Betsie could have done without finding out about her little problem.

"Awesome!" Tom couldn't hide his excitement.