Jodi’s Punishment Part 6 of 6

It’s an electric flyswatter in the shape of a tennis racquet, but there are two extra batteries taped to the grip which means that this will hurt three times as much!

When I was younger, I was foolish enough to tap one of these devices against my left palm while the power was on and I screamed out from the pain, so it was no wonder that I went into a frenzied struggle as Mistress Zana approached me.

“Oh dear, does the helpless harlot finally realise what is going to happen to her?” My captor said as she inserted a key into the padlock at the back of my neck before turning it and releasing the chain that held the plastic ball inside my mouth. “It’s going to be fun to make you state how useless your stepmother is.” The ball was removed from my mouth and I moved my lower jaw up and down so that I could try to remove the aching in my muscles that was caused by my mouth being locked into place.

“Now, my bondage bitch, I think that it’s time to get the truth out of you.” She said as she stood facing me on my left, so that she would be able to strike me with the new device. “First, why do you hate your stepmother so much?” There were six blows on my bottom by the fly zapper, and I screamed out in response as my rear seemed to be on fire as I was hit again and again. “Come on, why do you hate her?”

“I don’t hate her, I don’t!” I said as I again struggled against the bonds that restrained me.

“Then (strike) why (strike) did (strike) you (strike) torture (strike) her (strike)?”

It took a few seconds to regain my composure because of my suffering, but I was not going to let her beat me down.

“I didn’t think that I would torture her, I had read her stories and as she liked them, I decided that it would make a great present for her!”

“Are you trying to tell me a ridiculous story that you did this out of affection? Why?” When I hesitated to answer the question, my posterior received six more spanks from the terrible device which encouraged me to respond.

“Yes, it was out of affection. My stepmother has been so kind to me, that I wanted to do something that would pay her back after everything she’s done.”

“Personally, I don’t see why you should have bothered in doing anything for her. That woman is so clearly incompetent that she couldn’t even bring you up right, and you screwed things up so bad because of your lack of knowledge.”

“How dare you! My stepmother is worth ten of you! She stepped in after my birth mum died and after dad passed away she devoted herself to raising me, even sacrificing any chance of having a career in the process!”

“You rebellious little slut!” Even though I did my best to remain silent, there were half a dozen cries from me as I was whipped with the racquet. “Yet, you feel these bouts of guilt with your stepmother. Why didn’t this happen with your father? After all, it never happened when he was alive.”

“I- I can’t tell you.” This response earned me further spanks from the fly swatter, and I wondered how much longer I would have to endure the agony. “Things were different when dad was still around, even when you did something wrong you didn’t feel guilty like this. I bet that it was because you loved your mum and dad, and resent the fact that your stepmother has taken their place.”

“I don’t resent her at all, she is everything to me and the most important person in the world!” At this point I was becoming so angry at Mistress Zana that I didn’t care if I was hit for my tone of voice. “I- I-“ My stuttering was interrupted by screams as I was hit time after time by the devices, and I thought that I would pass out, but it felt to me as if something else was breaking inside me, a kind of barrier that had existed since the death of my father.

“So, what is your emotional connection to your stepmother?” The woman said in a soft voice as she lowered the device to the floor.

“I love her! Okay you’ve heard it from my own two lips!” This was a surprise even to me, as I had somehow buried it deep, but now it was dug up and out in the open.

The attitude of my captor had changed and her voice remained at a soft tone. “Is that why you have felt so guilty when things went wrong? Is it because you love her and you haven’t told her?” She said as she unlocked the chain that bound my collar to my ankles.

“Yes.” I said as tears started to form in my eyes. “There’s been so many times that I wanted to tell my stepmother how much I love her, but I was never able to do it.”

“You have told your mother and father that you love them, so what is the difference between this and telling your stepmother?”

Seeing as my barriers were down due to the situation, I was able to understand why I have ended up behaving in such a bizarre manner and it was amazing to realise just how irrational it was. It had started at an early age, however, and it had become reinforced when I was eleven years old, which meant that I was unable to comprehend it at the time.

“Because my mother and father are dead! I told them that I loved them and they passed away!”

“So, you were terrified of telling Iris that you love her because she might die if you do.”

“Yes, I don’t want to lose her as well.” I wanted to say more, but the final wall was shattered and the tears rolled down my cheeks as I started to sob. My stepmother lowered the block and tackle before it was unhooked from my wrist chain and she lowered me to a sitting position on the floor, where she hugged me in her arms as she burst into tears. We must have made quite a site in that room, step mother and daughter crying their eyes out, with one dressed as a dominatrix while the other was in nude chain bondage.

After the crying was over, my stepmother helped me to stand up as she said “No more words at the moment, let’s just get some rest on the settee for the time being.” I took small hops as I made my way over to the sofa with her helping me, and she sat down before helping me onto her lap, giving me a nice soft cuddle as I rested my head on her left shoulder. After the recent eruption of emotion that we had both experienced, I felt relieved and tired so I snuggled into her and closed my eyes as I relaxed in her tender hug…

We must have both been exhausted by the events of the weekend as it was nearly six o’clock in the evening when I woke up, and my sudden movement roused my stepmother from her sleep.

“What is it, honey?” She said as her dazed expression changed.

“Sorry mum, I just woke up.” It was only after I spoke that I realised what I had said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- well, I did mean to, but I shouldn’t have said it like that without checking if you were okay with it.” My cheeks must have been blushing with the embarrassment that I had inflicted on myself at this point.

“It’s okay, you know that you can call me anything you like and if you want to call me mum, I will be very flattered.” Mum said as she smoothed my hair.

“Mum, I’m sorry for what I did to you on Friday evening and Saturday, I didn’t realise just how much I would end up screwing things up for you and I caused you so much distress.”

“I’m not sorry.”

That was a comment which took me by surprise because of what had happened. “I put you through all kinds of torments, and then you had to become other people, cruel people to help me.”

“Jodi, daughter, it’s because of what has happened that I’m not sorry. As a result we have got to the bottom of why you suffer your guilt trips, and I am very thankful for this. ”

“Where do we go from here though, mum? After all I did end up crossing over a few boundaries with what I did to you, even though you enjoyed it in the end.”

“In a literal sense we will be going to the solicitors’ tomorrow morning, because I am in a position of trust over you at present. It’s a good thing that you have teacher training this Monday. Anyway, we can start a legal process which will make you into your own person, with me no longer being your guardian. That will mean we will be equals under that law and you will also be provided with a monthly income.”

“Why would we need to do that, mum?”

“Well if we didn’t there could be accusations that I am misusing my position for a start, and neither of us wants that complication in our lives. That means no more bondage or tying up until this is sorted out, but it should be ironed out quickly. Seeing as this is the case, I’ll free my helpless daughter so that she can freshen up and get dressed while I clean up downstairs.”

I stood up with my mum rising from the settee and she took out a set of keys before removing the padlocks that held the chains in place. “I had bought a lot more than this, Jodi, but I’m thankful that I didn’t have to use it.”

“Perhaps Madam Zana could use them again, so long as she’s not so brutal about it next time.” I said as the chains were unwound. “By the way, where did you get the clothing from?”

“Well, Ian liked them so much when I was on stage that he bought them after the plays were over. There were times that I spent all night long bound and gagged in the clothing, either as a captive dominatrix or a kidnapped police officer.” The last of the chains was removed and I was free at last. “Anyway, you need to clean up.”

I left the living room as mum started to put away the items, although my movements were a little stiff as I made my way up to the bathroom to clean up after the long ordeal that I had endured. Once I had dried myself off, I went into my bedroom and put on a pair of white cotton pyjamas before covering them with a white dressing gown. As going downstairs would mean getting in the way of my mother, well my second mother, I thought that it would be best if I waited for her to come to me, so rested on the bed as I considered how our life together would continue.

There was the sound of mum coming up the stairs and entering the bathroom and after about a quarter of an hour, she left there and walked into her bedroom. Maybe about another ten minutes had gone by when there was a knock on my door.

“Are you okay in there, Jodi?”

“I’m fine, mum. I was just waiting for you to get cleaned and changed before I went back downstairs.” I got up from my bed and walked over to the door, which I opened to discover that my mother was dressed in an identical white outfit, but this shouldn’t be a surprise due to the symbolism of the colour. “Shall we go downstairs and order something to eat?”

When we were in the living room, mum ordered some Chinese take-away and after it arrived, I put on an animated movie so that we could watch it while we were eating our meal. Once the food and the film ended we chatted about what we might do once I was my own person, and sort of rules we needed to put in place given our new relationship, especially areas like conduct and safe-words.

Time passed as we talked, and it came to a point when the clock was nearing twelve, which meant we should get a full night’s sleep after our weekend adventure. “Honey, you still look tired so perhaps it’s time to go and get some rest as we have the visit to our solicitors’ in the morning.”

“You’re right mum.” I said as I started to yawn. “This has been weekend like no other, and I’m looking forward to resting on my bed without any torment.”

We both got up and made sure that everything was switched off before we left the living room in order to go upstairs, and we paused when we were outside mum’s bedroom where we hugged each other for a few minutes.

“I love you, mum.” I said as I hugged her one last time before letting go, and even though it sounds too sugary, this was something that I had held inside for a long, long time so I decided that I should be allowed a little leeway as I was on an emotional high.

“I love you too, Jodi.” Mum as she released grip on me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “You are to go straight to bed, and if I catch you switching on your computer, you are going to be punished.”

“Okay mum, I’ll be good. Goodnight.” There was a clicking from mum’s door which indicated that she had gone to bed, so entered my room and shut the door before I switched off the light. As I climbed into bed the tiredness of the past few days caught up with me and my last thoughts of the night were about sorting out the barriers so that there would be no complications.

Seeing as dad sorted everything out beforehand, it should be relatively easy...

However it became a little more complicated than that, plus biology and timing threw a few very large spanners in the works, but that’s for another time...

The End