A New Toy
by marmot
in which Daisy tutors her cousin in math and other things...


"X minus three, quantity, squared!"

Sixteen year old Daisy smiled at her intelligent little cousin.  At only 15, 
he was already mastering calculus.  She only half listened to his excited 
explanation of his result; Ethan's brown eyes sparkled and he looked so 
inviting.  But she did catch his last sentence.

"...It's just because Daisy Moo Cow is such a good math tutor!"

That had been his nickname for her for as long as either could
remember.  And it had been an irritant for just as long.  Daisy
thought that, after she spanked him last time he used it, he had
learned his lesson.  She should spank, but the little male looked so
cute!  Perhaps a simple reproof would do.  Self-conscious about the
comment, she felt her considerable bosom.

"Thank you, dear."  Daisy replied, "but speak more respectfully to
me."

"Sorry Daisy...Moo Cow!"  Ethan's eyes danced mischeivously.  Daisy
was shocked and irritated.  Why did they beg for spankings?

Daisy stood her cousin up and yanked down pants and undies at once.
His prick hung between legs as small around as Daisy's arms.  She
didn't pause to admire her cousin's large, delicate privates; she
had another part of him in focus.

She held him standing still with one hand and spanked his naughty
bottom with the other.  Just a dozen swats, but she let the
irritation she felt be heard as she scolded her charge.  He was
naughty for his disrespect and she would not tolerate it ever.  When
she was done, his cheeks had tear-tracks running down them, and those
expressive eyes looked at her so fearfully.

"I- (sniff) I'm sorry, Daisy!" her little cousin sobbed.  "Please
Daisy, (choke) please forgive me."

Daisy wrapped her arms around Ethan, held him close with his face
pressed into her huge tits, like she knew he liked so much.  She
could feel his thick penis pressing against her, warm on her thigh.
She kissed the top of his head, resting her cheek against his curly
brown locks.

"Silly boy," she said to him.  "Of course I forgive you!  Daisy
loves Ethan, but she never allows disrespect."

She reached to pull up his undies.  She stopped just under his
privates.  He had gotten so big over the last couple years!  And despite 
local custom, he managed to reach 15 without ever being fucked.  She planned 
to play with him, make his privates her new toy later, but for now, she just 
pulled his undies up over it and pulled up his britches, fastening them and 
patting his covered genitals lovingly.

Ethan gave her that lost-puppy look that males get when they want a
woman (as she thought of herself).  He adjusted his pants, that big
prick of his growing perceptibly as they stared into each other's
eyes. Daisy knew she should guide him back to his studies, lest he
forget them in his ardor.  Standing, she took his hands and gently
helped him back into his chair.

Daisy sat on the couch in the living room, her legs folded under
her. She read from the _Bear Valley Gazette_, stared out the big
front windows at Mirror Lake, and thought about her small cousin
sitting at the dining room table with his big erection.  "How's it
going, little dear?" she finally asked.

"Um, ok."  his response was distracted.  Daisy suspected it was not
that he was so engrossed in his math, but was glad that he submitted
and obeyed anyway.

"I'm going to the bathroom.  Think you'll be done by the time I am?"

"I think so, Daisy."  Ethan almost jumped out of skin as she walked
by. He slammed shut his _Calculus with Differential Equations_ as she walked 
up to him.  She kissed the shy little male, and then left him to his work.

As she returned from the bathroom, Daisy decided that if Ethan had
done well on his math, she would reward him by giving his newly
accessible toy a good long fuck.  It would feel good to stuff that
big prick inside herself.  "Are you done, dear heart?"

In answer, Ethan jumped up from the table and hurriedly knelt before
her.  In a small, trembling hand, he held out a folded bit of paper.
Confused, Daisy took the paper and looked at it.  It read "I Love You
Daisy."  It was cunningly folded and written upon repeatedly, so that
if she opened it only part way, the paper always had her name, "I
Love You," or both. Intertwined with the writing were daisies, their
stems drawn so that it always gave the same picture.  When she opened
the page fully, thee was a drawing of a cow, laying down, with a calf
nestled against it.  The cow was obviously her, and the calf, Ethan.
Above them ran the now familiar script:  "I Love You Daisy"

Daisy was shocked.  Over an hour she was waiting to fuck this little
male and he was doodling!  Yet what a sweet present.  She looked at
her disobedient young charge.  His eyes were brimming with tears,
his lower lip trembled.  He looked so fragile.  Daisy knew that when
she opened the paper, she was opening his heart.  Whatever her
response, he would see it as her judgment of what she found there.
She squatted down in front of her foolish, disobedient little charge.

"You dear little boy,"  Daisy looked into those nervous doe-eyes.
She felt a mixture of adolescent lust and maternal love.  Her sex
felt so hot, yet she wanted nothing more than to cuddle this
worshipful little boy to her breasts.  She grasped his small male
hands gently.  "I love you too!"

She punctuated the joy that brightened his face with a soft kiss.
His lips eagerly parted, and she indulgently slipped her tongue into
his mouth.  He jumped when she brushed her loins against his.  She
could see his chest rising and falling in gasps, and knew that this
could go a lot further real quick.  She wanted it to, but she also
wanted him to be as obedient as he was romantic.  Still holding his
hands, she stood.

"Oh, I love you, little Ethan!" Daisy exclaimed.  "More than
anything I want what's best for you."  She asked, as gently as she
could, "Tell me, did you do your math?"

"Um...no, Daisy."  The lad replied, worry playing across his
features.

"Thank you for your precious gift," Daisy slipped the refolded paper
into a pocket of her jeans.  "I will always treasure it, and the
love which prompted it.  Now we will have to address your disobedience and 
disrespect toward me in ignoring the work I gave you
to do."

Daisy watched the nice big bulge in Ethan's pants shrink as she
began to scold him.  It was for the best, she told herself; males,
even cute ones like her cousin, needed to obey, and they needed women
like herself to ensure they did obey.

"You were a very naughty little boy," she scolded, resting her hands
on her hips.  "In your love for me, you should have given me obedience. 
Submitting to a female is better than giving her presents, because you're 
giving her your heart and actions."

"I'm sorry, Daisy," the crestfallen boy replied.  "I was just--"

"Be quiet, Ethan.  Instead of trying to excuse your naughtiness,
just listen to me.  I love you, and I think you are a sweet person.
But you need to obey!  Boys who won't obey are no good to themselves,
nor to me nor to any female.  You're a good boy.  Disobedience and
disrespect have no place being in good little boys."

She pulled her cousin up from his knees, her grip firm on his lithe
shoulders.  He trembled in front of her, sad and afraid.

"Ethan, do you love me?"  She asked.

"Yes, Daisy, a lot!"  He hugged her.  She gently detached herself.

"I love you too, and I want you to be an obedient, respectful boy.  Do
you want that too?"

"Yes I do, Daisy," came the sincere reply.

"If I do something to help you obey, will you trust me?"

"Um, yes, Daisy." Though his features were so anxious.

"I think you know what that something is.  Tell me what will make you
obey."

"A--a sp-spanking." the words spilled out as tears spilled down his
cheeks.

Daisy turned one of the dining room chairs around and sat down.  She
pulled Ethan's pants and undies down to his bare feet, and had him
step out of them.  Then she unbuttoned and removed his shirt.  She
looked at Ethan standing before her, naked, fearful, defenseless,
and felt the hot wetness between her legs.  "You're mine!" she
thought fiercely, "And I'm going to enjoy you and your thick penis.
But first..."

She pulled her young charge over her lap, nestling his tender privates 
safely between her plump thighs.  She rested her hand on his
behind and began to scold more, punctuating her words with hard
spanks.  Then she she started spanking in earnest, interspersing her
spanks with scolding.

Ethan pleaded with Daisy to stop, promised to be good, said how much
it hurt, said how sorry he was.  But Daisy continued to scold, and
to rain down blows on his bare fanny, until the room echoed with his
cries and her scolding and the sound of the spanks.

Daisy felt the boy stop struggling as exhaustion overcame him.  She
felt her hand stinging as she spanked him.  She could feel the heat
radiating from his crimson behind.  And she also felt the heat in
her sex as she punished this helpless little boy.

She finally stopped hurting Ethan when she heard him making quavery,
high-pitched absolutely despondent weeping noises.  Her Aunt Joan
taught her years ago how to know when her cousin was broken.
Anything beyond that would have been cruel and a waste of effort.

Daisy talked to him then, soothing maternal encouragements falling
on him as lightly as the snow falling outside.  She gently stroked
his fiery hot backside, and felt such motherly sympathy for this
broken, hurting little male.

She turned Ethan over and held him to her breast, rocking gently and
stroking his face and saw in his eyes love and submission that made
her heart pound.  She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and they sat
together cuddling.

When Ethan had recovered his composure, Daisy felt it safe to move on to 
other things.  She stood the naked little boy on his small feet and smiled 
cheerfully at him.  Shyly, her well-spanked cousin smiled back.

"Love you, Ethan."  Daisy looked fondly as the little male's eyes
once more filled with tears.  She stood.  "Come on, dear one, I want
us to do something together."

She led him to the couch, had him kneel in front of it.  Daisy enjoyed the 
awe she saw in Ethan's eyes as she lifted off her heavy
sweatshirt.  She wore no bra, and her cousin's eyes were riveted to
her large breasts.  She slid down her jeans and her now wet panties,
and stood naked before the adoring little boy.

Daisy sat on the couch, leaning back, scooting her crotch forward.
Ethan needed no prompting; they had played this game before often
enough.  Still kneeling, he kissed her thighs.  She loved it when he
did that.  She let him tease her for a few minutes before grasping
his hair and leading him to her sex.  She kept him there licking and
sucking at her clitoris, moving him to her vagina and pulling him
back again for more repeatedly until she came powerfully, pressing
her little cousin against her sex.

As Ethan licked her clean, Daisy marveled at how tractable he was -
all males were - after a spanking.  His contrition and desire to
please were so evident, and this submissiveness, even more than his
worshipful licking,  made her hot again.  She pushed him back.

His big prick was now fully erect, and looked so inviting.  Gently,
she pushed the little male onto his back and lay down on him, her
soft, plump hands holding his wrists to the floor.  She covered his
adorable face with kisses, and finally tongue-kissed him deeply,
while swallowing his penis within her vagina.

Her cousin didn't expect this treat.  His eyes bulged and Daisy
laughed aloud.  He was so cute!  She rocked above him, moving him in
and out of her, and he came almost immediately.  She kissed him, and
whispered her love to him.  He was rapturous, nearly incoherent.

Daisy lay on the floor with Ethan for a while,cuddling him, watching
him recover.  She buried his face in her bosom, squeezed and fondled
his penis.  She would have to make him to his homework, but first
they would play some more with this new toy.