'Hi honey,' said Sharon Mulligan brightly, as her daughter Jill came into the kitchen after school.

The woman thought: Oh God... you look sexy. Just look at those young tits. I can see them under your shirt, all proud with a hint of nipples. You're only 14 my darling daughter but they're big... big enough to squeeze and fondle and punish. And that short skirt you like to wear! I could flip it up and spank your beautiful ass until you beg for mercy while you're tied to the radiator. And as the radiator's on you'll soon be squirming and begging for release.

'Hi mom!' smiled the teenage girl at her mother, standing by the sink. She put down her school bag and glanced at the woman, taking in her mature but still shapely figure.

Fuck, you look hot today mom with your big tits spilling out of that top. It's obscene seeing you like that. If I had my way I'd whip those milk bags, or make you put them in the vise in the garage while I beat your sorry ass. I'd love to hear you holler as the vise clamps tighten and then howl as I spanked your wonderful big ass.

'Good day at school, Jill?' Sharon kept her eyes on her attractive daughter.

You know, I wouldn't even send you to school, you little whore. Why should they have you to themselves when there's so much pain I could give you? I'd keep you here all day, locked in the basement if I had my way. Home schooling? Sure, but not what they'd expect. Or you. I'd educate you to like being whipped, get you to ask for a whipping every day. You'd be saying: "Is it ass whipping first today mom, or being bound and gagged?"

'Oh sure. But Mrs Hamilton was kinda off with us.' The girl sat at the kitchen table.

That old cow's another adult who ought to be tied up and whipped. All mothers - especially you mom - should be paraded at school tied up and naked along with Hamilton. They could all be chained neck to neck and as they walk past us we could laugh at them, talk about their shape, how much their tits sag or their butts need perking up. Then we'd whip them. Butts and tits so all the old whores are crying and pleading.

'Mrs Hamilton?' Sharon looked surprised. 'She's usually okay with you, isn't she?'

Mrs fuck-me Hamilton! Last time I saw that woman in her high heels I wanted to torture her. Put a rope round her scrawny neck and tie her up to a beam, so she's really on tip toes. Shit, she has all those young girls in her class, and she just looks at them all day. I bet she gets sooo hot, staring at them, trying to look up their skirts, down their tops. I'd punish her for doing that!

'Um, yeah. Usually she's okay. But she yelled at Briony Peterson for talking.'

Hell, she wouldn't yell if I got to her. If only I could get a gag on that stupid woman. A nice big ball gag, making her drool down her front. She's always talking too loud anyway. I'd make her write on the board "I want to be ass-fucked and whipped" Huh, she couldn't say anything if it was sealed up with a rubber ball. Same for that little Briony cunt. She's got one of those stupid pouting little faces, all freckles and big "I want sex" eyes. Fuck, she deserves a gag all the time. She could go to every lesson all gagged and silent with her skirt tucked up her pants so we could all see her latest whip marks.

'I met Briony's mom at the mall. She says she's doing well in school right now.' Sharon said. 'She's real proud of what her daughter's doing.'

Oh yeah! Mrs Goddamned-high-and-mighty Peterson and her daughter tied face to face, begging not to be whipped. Jee-zuz, I'd love that, listening to them beg, all of us knowing it was going to happen, that they were going to be punished hard. I could have the mother naked and her brat of a daughter with her face bound between her tits so she couldn't breathe. Or her mouth on her mom's tits, sucking and biting.

'I guess so.' The 14 year old girl shrugged. 'What's for dinner, mom?'

How would you like to be in chains, mother dearest, while you make my meal? You could watch me eat, knowing there was only dog food for you later, on your knees in front of the dog bowl. In fact you could be a dog, on all fours with your big ass sticking out. I could shove a tail up your shithole, too! I'd teach you to bark if you wanted anything - like going out in the yard to pee. You'd even have a leash on and I could lead you round the yard. If the neighbors saw you'd they'd laugh and you would be real humiliated, being seen like that.

'I thought we could have pizza. You like pizza.'

I know what you should like. You should like being tied up on your knees, your little cunt dripping with anticipation because I'm going to beat you. We wouldn't waste time eating. Not when there's punishment for you, when you have to be whipped. Twenty strokes with a hickory switch on each ass cheek, ten on each tit. Then if you said "Thankyou" I'd let you eat. Tied in a baby's chair, so I could spoon it into you.

'Yeah. Pizza sounds great, mom.'

Fuck food. What would be really great is you bent over a table and me whipping your big fat-momma ass or sticking a vibrator up it. The only thing I'd need hot from the cooker is a branding iron to stick on your ass, so you'd be marked as mine. Mine to torture every day.

'You got any homework tonight, honey?'

If I was a teacher the homework they'd get is practising wearing gags and chains. A class full of Jill and her friends, all sat like good little whores in their chains... that would get me all hot. I'd just have to frig myself off while I looked them over, deciding who got what punishment. But they'd all get it, one way or another. They'd just sit and wait and watch what I did to each of them, all terrified knowing they were going to get the same. Or worse.

'Oh... the usual. History, math... I don't know why they give us so much.'

Kids should make their moms do it. Tie their elbows behind them and make them write the fucking answers as best they could with the pencil in their mouths. The women would get one lash of the whip for every one they got wrong. And they'd be tough questions. Lots of whippings. Yeah, I'd like that: Oh look mommy dear, you didn't multiply pi by pi-squared to five decimal places.... guess that's a cut of the riding crop for every number you got wrong.

'Well, you better get on with it,' smiled the girl's' mother. 'Guess you want to watch TV later.'

Something like a nice video of children like you, some little teenage sluts being punished. They ought to have more stuff like that on, just to please us busy moms. You could sit tied to a chair with clothespins on your sexy little nipples watching a show of kids of your age tied up and tortured. Maybe with guest mothers coming in and doing it, like some quiz show - you win money for ingenious punishments. Shit, I'd make a fortune!

'Sure.' Jill nodded.

Of course I want to watch TV, cow. You never know, there might be a show with some fat whore like you bound and gagged and a girl like me pissing on them. They could be begging for mercy as piss splashed all over their faces, and them having to swallow it as they pleaded to be spared. Kids would love to see a show called "Live: Mothers Being Tortured." It'd be cool.

'Okay. You better go and get changed, Jill.'

You want me to come with you? I could undress you slowly, show you the ropes I would have laid out for you, let you choose which gag would go in your pretty little mouth. You could choose the whip I'd flog you with, too. Or you could undress me, stroking my boobs while I tell you what punishments I have planned for you and how I was gonna hurt you.

'See you soon, mom.' The teenager got off her seat and headed out the kitchen.

Good. Now I can go and lie on my bed and frig myself, make myself cum while I think of my mom tied up, her tits being whipped by that cow Hamilton while she wears heavy chains. Or how I'd have my friends round and we'd party while the old cows are in their underwear and all wearing chains and gags as they serve us drinks.

'Don't be long, sweetie!' The woman called after her daughter.

If I had my way I'd send you up to your room and tell you to lie on the bed and frig your little clit while I tell you how you are going to be tied up and whipped by Mrs Hamilton in heavy chains. Fuck, I feel really hot. Guess while Jill's up in her room I can get playing with my hot cunt while I think about it...

'Mom.' The girl stopped by the door. 'You ever have any thoughts about, you know, weird things?'

If only you knew what I was thinking. You'd faint clean away.

'I guess I have the odd one honey, why?

More than a few. If you knew you'd run away, honey.

'Uh...No reason. Just thought it'd be kinda fun to share them one day.'

'Yeah, one day. But now it's homework first and then tea.'

The girl disappeared upstairs with her thoughts, her hand snaking up under her skirt as she got to her room. Down in the kitchen, Sharon had her thoughts as she quietly reached up her skirt.