At Her Feet

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  “Are you ready?” she asks.

  Of course I’m not. She has a paddle in her hand and I’m not naked. She’s not behind me eating me out. She’s got a paddle in her hand, and she’s waiting for me to be ready for an actual punishment that I earned.

  “Yes, Mami. I’m ready.”

  It comes in stages. The first strike sends me forward. The first impact is the contact on my ass and then the sudden burn as she pulls away. The pain travels up to my chest. And then to my throat. It comes out as a stunned screech, but I clench my teeth to keep some part of it in. The second strike comes quickly. This time I hold my scream all the way in.

  “Pull up your pants,” she says.

  I do as she tells me, and miraculously, I manage not to cry. Two tears escape, but I don’t consider two tears to be the same thing as crying. Pilar puts the paddle down on the bed, then wipes my face. I straighten my shirt. My butt hurts, but my feelings hurt more.

  “Do you need more time before we eat breakfast?”

  “No. I’m fine.”

  “Why are you crying?” she asks. Her tone is serious, but not condescending. She wipes my face again because three more tears break loose.

  “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “Did I say I was disappointed?” I shake my head. “I’m trying to teach you the way I like things, and if you don’t like the way I want things, you need to tell me so we can talk about it. I don’t want you to hold things in.”

  I shake my head again. “I just don’t want to disappoint you. I like the way you do things, and I like that you want to talk to me.”

  She leans forward and lays the softest kiss on my cheek. “I am not disappointed. You’re learning. We’re learning together. Okay?”

  I nod. The tears have stopped. She lightly pats my butt. It doesn’t really hurt at all anymore. “We’re having waffles and some strong coffee.”

  We eat, and Pilar doesn’t do something weird like force me to talk. She touches me, my face and my hair, while I eat my waffle. She waits for me to say something. Eventually, I ask her how the show is going. She tells me it’s going just fine. They’re almost done shooting, and they’ve already been renewed for another season. She might try to book a movie during her hiatus. She hasn’t decided yet. I like listening to her talk.

  She walks me to my car. It’s early still, but it’s already warm out. I open my car door, and when I turn to say good-bye, she takes my face in her hands and kisses the hell out of me.

  “Trust me,” she says. “I’m far from disappointed.”

  I can’t see straight and birds are singing in my ears. My butt feels great.

  Chapter Five

  It’s Friday again. My week has been a mix of the lowest levels of marketing hell and the highest peaks of Pilar-related bliss. Katie and I have joined forces. I slap 21 And Up with a ridiculous budget for the paper-doll site. Then I tack on a bunch of money for the overtime they’re demanding for the new deadline on the mobile site. Valerie backs me up by assuring the client that I’m completely on top of all projects and that the money they spend will be well worth it. It will. I’m confident of my abilities. Liam’s art design is gorgeous, and our web architect, Felicia, will work around the clock as long as she’s getting paid. We’re going to finish these stupid projects, and then I’m going to take my vacation days.

  In the meantime, though, there’s Pilar.

  We don’t spend another night together before the weekend, but we talk every night. I send her pictures from work, and at night I send her dirtier pictures. One night she sends me one back. She can put her whole nipple in her mouth. When I see that little skill, I almost fall off my bed.

  I come up with an idea. I want to give her a fantasy on our Friday night. I ask her politely if we can play a game. At the Century City AMC 15. I explain further that she’s my teacher. I know the school year isn’t over yet, but I’m eighteen now.

  She’s particularly quiet for a few moments.

  “Mami?” I say.

  “What if people see us?” she finally says. I bounce on my bed, then regain my composure.

  “Um. Well. That AMC has assigned seats. I could buy us tickets. Leave one for you at the guest-services counter and you could meet me inside. It’ll be dark and no one will see us.” She’s quiet again.

  “I’ll wear a skirt?” I suggest. “A short one. And I’ll surprise you with the underwear.”

  “Pick a nine o’clock movie and I’ll buy the tickets.”

  “Do you care what we see?” I ask.

  “I won’t be watching the movie and neither will you. Good night, baby.”

  She hangs up before I can say anything else. She is that excited. Horny and a little flustered. I got to her. I did that all by myself. I bounce on my bed again and squeal. Then I call Liam. He’s a night owl. I know he’s awake.

  “You’re naked in a cage on the side of the freeway, and you need me to come save you.” That’s how he says hello.

  “Close. I need a schoolgirl outfit. A good one. By tomorrow.” Liam has useful connections and a knowledge of Los Angeles that only a native to the city would have. I can point you to a few Starbucks; that’s about it.

  “Oh, God, yes. Thank you for letting me be a part of this.”

  “Uh, you’re welcome, weirdo. Will you help me?”

  “Yes. Text me your dress, shirt, and shoe size. I’m taking an extra long lunch tomorrow. If anyone is looking for me, you tell them I think I have warts on my dick and I have to get it checked out.”

  “You really want that around the office?”

  “Can you think of anything more gross, but not life threatening, than warts? Warts get me missing. Life threatening gets Val checking up on me Monday morning asking if I need medical leave.”

  I laugh. “Warts it is.” Though I’ll probably just tell people he has a regular doctor’s appointment.

  “Good. I’ll enjoy my lunch and you’ll look like a barely legal Catholic-schoolgirl tramp.”

  “Realistic, not trampy,” I whine.

  “I know. Text me your shit. Bye.” I’m still bouncy when I get off the phone with Liam.

  *

  I’m buying Liam a car, or a nice bike, or a puppy. I’m in the bathroom at AMC theaters and I look perfect. A few women look at me. Well, they all look at me. I’m clearly in my twenties and wearing a Catholic-school jumper. It’s a little longer than I imagined the night before, but it’s the real deal. He found it at a thrift store, ran it home, dropped it off with Gary. He washed it for me and brought it to the office before five thirty. I owe them both a puppy.

  I go for it full with my hair: braided pigtails and all, with ribbons. I have on knee-high socks and Mary Janes. Finally, a woman flat-out stares.

  “I’m going to a costume party,” I say. She looks embarrassed, and then she smiles before she remembers she was washing her hands.

  I put my brush in the backpack I dug out of my closet. My work clothes are in there along with my heels. I look like I’m about to be in a porno because there’s no fucking reason in real life for me to be in the school uniform. But this is my awesome sex life where I get to do seemingly ridiculous but incredibly hot things with my Mami.

  I grab a soda and some candy and wait for the last of the cleanup crew to come out after the seven p.m. show. Once they’re done, I’m the first person into the theater. There’s that awesome movie-theater radio playing. I text Liam to thank him again. He texts back demanding reaction pics of Pilar’s face. I tell him I love him and there’s no way in hell.

  The theater starts to fill up. Pilar comes in when it’s about thirty-percent capacity. She’s nearly the last person around the carpeted corner, wearing dark slacks and a button-down shirt, and a tan jacket that looks very adult. Her hair is up in a tight bun and she’s wearing glasses. I look forward and stop myself from bouncing in my seat.

  She slips past a few guys at the end of the row and makes her way to me. She doesn’t say a word when she sits next to
me. I take a sip of my soda. And then I turn to her. It’s over the top and a little obnoxious, but I’ve been planning this all semester.

  I grab her forearm. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say. My voice is close to a whisper, but it’s not quite there. “My parents think I’m studying with Katie.”

  She looks down at my hands. “Not yet.”

  I turn back around in my chair. “I’m sorry, Ms. Castillo. I—I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Just be patient.”

  So I’m patient. I wait through the weird commercials they show before movies now and an hour of previews. We’re watching the most recent release from Marvel Studios. It’s already been out for a month so the theater isn’t full. There’s a lot of explosions, so many that the audio should cover my moans, if we ever get down to business.

  I grab my candy and shove a few pieces into my mouth. Pilar doesn’t move a muscle. Something on the screen blows up. I think about tipping the whole box of candy into my mouth.

  Pilar holds out her hand. I think she wants the candy, so I put the box in her palm. She takes out one piece and holds it out for me. The way her hand is, the hand that’s closest to me, it looks like she’s thinking about scratching her head. I shift around so my feet are under my butt, then prop myself up on the armrest. I take the candy from her fingers with my mouth. She holds out another like she’s waiting for me to do something specific. This time I suck her finger and she watches me. That seems like the right thing. We do this again and again until her fingers are sticky.

  She reclaims her hand and licks the sugar and my saliva off. It’s crazy sexy to watch. She takes her coat off then, and then she unbuttons and unzips her pants. She reaches for the armrest, and when it’s out of the way, she puts her arm around me and pulls me close. I put my head on her chest and look at the screen. She takes my hand and guides it into her pants. She’s wearing this stretchy satin underwear. I wonder what color it is as I run my fingers over the smooth fabric.

  Pilar’s wet. My fingers part the trimmed hairs over the height of her slit and find her clit. My fingers slide lower and she covers my arm with her jacket. She’s soaked. Her underwear is wet, too. I go to town. I rub her slow. I rub her fast. I manage to slip two fingers inside her pussy for a time before I pull them back out and finger her clit some more. She holds on to me, doing her best not to moan. She’s huffing air out through her nose instead. I know she’s going to come soon, so I don’t stop.

  The guys at the end of the row are watching us, but they can’t see anything, and even when the screen lights up the whole room, they can only imagine what’s going on under her coat. They have no idea just how swollen and wet my Mami is and how I made her that way. They have no idea that she’s figured out she can reach my right breast from the way we’re sitting. They can’t see that she’s squeezing everything around my nipple, and they don’t know how wet it’s making me.

  Pilar grits her teeth and rests her head on top of mine as she comes. She squeezes my breast even harder and I want her inside me so bad. As she’s coming down, she takes me by the back of my neck and she kisses me.

  “I’m going to take care of you when we get home, little girl. What I want to do to you we cannot do in public,” she says.

  My hands are still in her pants. “Okay,” I whisper. I wiggle my fingers and she kisses me again.

  The movie is pretty good even though I’m confused about one guy till the very end because I wasn’t paying attention when he was introduced. Pilar holds me and I keep my fingers where they are. Toward the end she moves her hips again and I realize she’s good to go, again. So we go again.

  *

  People are watching us as we walk through the parking garage. Pilar is holding my hand. She has the strap of my backpack and her jacket draping over her other arm. We pay our three bucks apiece for parking. Well, Pilar pays for mine because she doesn’t want to wait for me to dig through my bag for my money when she already has her wallet at the ready. She walks me to my car, and once my stuff is in the backseat, she turns to me. She’s all business. Eight ways of business. It’s only been a little while, but I’ve never seen this kind of focus on her face.

  “You are going straight to my house. Don’t speed. You’re going to beat me there anyway. Drive safely and wait for me in your car. When I get there, we’re going straight into my bedroom, and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

  I smile a bit. “You said a swear.”

  “I’m in charge. I’m allowed to swear.” She’s still all business and I think she’s becoming more aroused. “Go home right now. When I get there, we’re fucking.”

  “Yes, Mami.” She kisses me, then practically puts me in the car. I drive slowly, slow enough. It’s L.A., I can’t go that slow. I do get there before her, but only by a minute or so. I grab my backpack and Frank, then hop out of the car the second she pulls up behind my Jeep. She goes straight for the front door and holds it open for me. I go right for her bedroom as I hear the front door close. I hear Pilar dropping things like her keys and her purse. I hope she doesn’t drop-kick her phone. I put Frank and my bag in her rocking chair and wait patiently by the bed.

  She’s a tornado when she comes into the room. Her clothes go flying. Her dildo comes out, but she tosses that on the bed. She orders me to sit on the comforter. Once I’m on her bed, she starts pulling off my shoes.

  “I don’t have time for it now, but at some point I’m getting a picture of you in that uniform,” she says. Still all business. She leaves my socks alone, but her hands shoot up my skirt and she almost rips my underwear off my legs. They get caught up in the tornado. My undies go flying across the room and my legs go over Pilar’s shoulders. I bite my tongue so I don’t curse again. I feel her tongue on me and her hands on my hips. I love the way she’s making me feel, the way she’s making me writhe on the bed, but I start to get hot. I barely manage to sit up. Her face is still buried between my legs.

  “Mami, can I take this off?”

  “Yeah. Let me get you out of that thing.” She stops immediately and helps me stand. I’m sweating already by the time we unzip my jumper. When I turn around, I see how patient she’s being. Her eyes are all fire and lust. She wants to devour every inch of my body, but she wants me to be comfortable. She’s being patient for me. I shuck my jumper and then I kiss her. My hands are between us, unbuttoning my shirt, but our lips are tugging at each other. I can taste myself on her tongue. When I’m naked, she grabs my waist and nearly tosses me on the mattress. She’s on top of me, kissing me again, grinding me into the bed. Her lips move to my ear.

  “I want you to fuck me, baby. With the cock. You think you can handle that?” She pulls away so she can look me in the eyes when I answer.

  “Yeah. I can do it.” Even though I don’t expect this request from her.

  “Good girl.” She reaches for the strapless dildo and gently inserts the short end into my pussy. She rubs my clit as she eases it in. Then she situates herself on top of me and sits on the longer end. Her eyes close as the length fills her. I moan as her weight causes the other end to rock against the muscles inside me.

  She rides me. I rise up to meet her, but she’s guiding us. She’s directing both of our pleasure. I see exactly why she likes this toy. I feel like she’s fucking me with thick, blunt strokes. Her arms come down on either side of me and we kiss again.

  I come. My body has been ready for hours. I orgasm hard with my head digging back in the pillow and incomprehensible sounds coming out of my mouth. My Mami lets me ride it. She reads me well and lets me ride the peaks until I start to come down. She leans back then and starts to ride me even harder. Her large breasts hang over my mouth. I grip them both and rub my lips over her nipples. She makes a deep whining noise as she continues to work her hips.

  I keep at her breasts, trying to ignore the shock waves that are still pulsing between my legs. If I think about where we’re touching and how, even though there’s an artificial length between
us, I can feel her skin everywhere…if I think about those things, I know I’ll come again. When she takes the cock in deep, her juices smear on my skin. I can smell her. I can taste her. She’s moaning louder the more I suck on her breasts. Suddenly, she freezes, and then tremors begin to rock her body. She’s coming and I love to watch.

  I reach for her face and press my lips to her forehead. She lets me. Her eyes are still closed, but all traces of strain start to leave her face. She is still rocking against me, but slowly now. I want to tell her I love her, but it’s the lust talking, the infatuation and the endorphins. I keep my mouth shut.

  We have to separate for a moment. Pilar climbs off my lap and slips the cock out of me. It goes somewhere, but I don’t see. When she’s back, she rolls me on my side and wraps her body around mine. Her fingers come between my legs and she’s fingering me for the closeness, not to make me come. Soon though, I find my hips moving, my ass rubbing against the curve of her hips. She rubs me with purpose now, kissing my neck and my ear. I knew we weren’t done yet. I want more and so does she. Her other hand is on my breast and I cover it, urging her to squeeze harder.

  We’re rubbing against each other, her fingers stroking me and her pussy coating my butt and my thigh. We both become frantic at some point, another rough thrust and stroke. She pinches my clit and I’m done. I roll my head on the pillow, arching into the sweet pain as my pussy quakes. But she does her best to hold me still. Her leg comes over my hip and she fucks herself on my skin. I’m still shaking and she starts to come on me again. Her leg stays draped over me for a while. My head is fuzzy and I like the weight of her, so I don’t mind. Eventually, she pulls the sheets over us and we sleep.