I have appreciated everyone's feedback on the previous chapter of Anna Takes Control, both positive and negative. Thank you for giving constructive feedback and not just, "this sucks." As a growing writer, I am trying to improve, both for myself and you the reader.
This is fiction. There are elements of this story that are ridiculous and highly unbelievable. This is intended for adults so if you are not of legal age to read such things, go play video games. All characters are 18+ and are entirely fictional.
If spanking, sex between a mother and daughter, or degradation offends you or these just aren't your cup of tea, that is cool. I do suggest you find something else to read. This chapter is considerably shorter than the previous entries in this series. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the continuing saga of Anna.
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Maggie stood naked and alone in the bedroom that was once Christine's, her girlfriend's mother and lover. Anna, her girlfriend, just demanded she "shave her cunt, take a shower, and put on make-up." As quick as she said it, she left with the oddly familiar naked blonde woman. Maggie couldn't figure out who the blond woman was. Her make-up was caked on, she had pierced nipples, what appeared to be a new tattoo, and was that a pierced clit? If only the blonde would talk, say anything, Maggie could identify the mysterious woman.
After standing by herself for a few minutes, she decided to take a shower as she was told. She walked to the bathroom, shy, and attempted to cover herself. Anna was waiting at the end of the hall.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to leave the room. You have 52 minutes to shower, shave, and put on make-up. You better look acceptable or you will be punished." Anna growled. Her eyes were burning daggers through Maggie's soul. "Oh, and Mags, don't close the door."
Maggie scurried across the hall and ducked into the bathroom as fast as she could. "This isn't Anna, my girlfriend," Maggie thought to herself as she stood in the shower, the water raining over her head. Rubbing a dollop of shampoo into her scalp and dark hair. Once she conditioned her hair, she saw the razor. She has kept her bush trimmed and respectable. It could never be described as a forest but there was definitely some hair covering her pussy. She liked it, more importantly, it was her pussy.
"I have cried all weekend hoping she would take me back. I know I fucked up. Would I even talk to her if the shoe were on the other foot?" Maggie pondered as she covered her cunt with shaving cream. Unbeknownst to Maggie, Chrissi left make-up on the bathroom counter. Moments later Maggie stepped out of the shower, no hair below her head. She felt clean for the first time in days, if not a bit more exposed than she would like. Seeing the make-up, she rolled her eyes.
"Is she serious, bright pink lipstick, and what color is this?" Maggie held up the eye shadow, it matched the color that was on the familiar blonde woman's face. Finishing her make-up, she walked out of the bathroom.
Anna and the blond woman were waiting for her in the living room. Looking at the clock, "You have 30 seconds to spare. Good job, Maggie. You have avoided being punished, for now. I will make this clear, here and now, you are not my girlfriend. You are my bimbo slut. You will never be my girlfriend again, but if you are lucky, and only if you are lucky, I may let you cum. Isn't that right, slut?" Anna looked at the blonde woman as she nodded in agreement.
Maggie felt claustrophobic as her world came crashing down on her. Tears started to form as Anna continued to berate her. "Don't even think to cry, Mags. This is all your fault. If you didn't spread your legs for that whore, I would have been on one knee asking the woman I loved to marry me. Now that I know your true colors, I will treat you as such. A slut."
Anna holding the blonde woman's hand, leading her to the couch, pointing to the floor. The blonde woman kneeled on the floor, her ass sticking out, as Anna spread her legs. Without being told, the blonde woman began to lick Anna's pussy.
"You better be taking notes, Mags. See how she is servicing my pussy without being told, this will be you one day."
"Anna, stop this. Stop all of this. I fucked up, okay! You have made your point. STOP!" Maggie screamed as tears were pouring from her eyes.
"Obviously, I haven't made my point, Mags." Anna's voice was cold, "Your little outburst proves I haven't made my point. You are my bimbo slut and will be treated as such. I will give you one more chance to leave. Get out of my house and my life if you can't handle the consequences of your actions." Anna let out a lust-filled moan as she pushed the blonde woman's head deeper into her pussy.
Maggie was shocked, in udder dismay. She wanted to leave, regain the control of her life that she is quickly losing. Her feet betrayed her as she watched Anna grind her pussy against the blonde woman's face.
"Leave my house now, Mags. If I cum and you are still here we will not speak of this again. You will be my newest bimbo slut."
Maggie could tell Anna was close, she could see it in her face, hear it in her tone of voice. She looked around for her clothes and then looked at the door. Maggie's feet were planted to the floor. "I need to leave NOW!" Her inner voice begged. She didn't move as she watched Anna face fuck the blonde woman.
The moment Maggie saw Anna's toes curl and legs stiffen, she knew her time was up. In her mind's eye, she hurriedly opened the door, got in her car, and drove away as fast as her car would let her. In reality, she watched her girlfriend cum on a blonde bimbo's face. Her entire body was numbed to the realization she never took one step. Tears were covering her face as she watched her girlfriend's blatant infidelity.
"You made your choice, I see." Anna's breath was heavy, her voice husky in her post-orgasmic state. The blonde woman kneeling next to Anna's leg, her face glistening from Maggie's girlfriend's cum. "Tell me, how many months did you cheat on me, Mags?"
"Two...two months," Maggie stuttered.
"How many weeks is that, please round up."
"Eig..eight weeks," Maggie's voice was breaking with each syllable spoken.
Anna leaned down and whispered something in the blonde woman's ear. Maggie's jaw almost hit the floor as she watched the blonde woman crawl away to another room.
"Come here, Mags," Anna patted her lap. "I want to see that pretty ass of yours." Maggie was shell-shocked as she slowly moved towards Anna. Before she knew it, she was lying on Anna's lap, her ass in the air.
"You will thank me after each spanking. If you forget I will start over. You have earned at the very least 8 spankings, one for each week you were licking that whore's cunt."
Maggie watched the blonde woman crawl into the room carrying a paddle. Her brain couldn't process words. Before she knew it, the paddle was gripped by Anna's manicured hand and she felt the first sting. Crying out in pain, she didn't thank Anna for the spanking. Anna grinned, knowing the spanking count has just moved up to nine. The blonde woman kneeled in silence as she watched Anna lower her arm and the paddle smack Maggie's pale ass. Once again, Maggie let out a cry, not thanking Anna.