Hilary Baxter, retired dominatrix turned boarding house matron, is always at the top of her game. She expects only the best from her girls and showers them with love and encouragement when they deliver. But when Hasiba, the mother of one of her boarders, comes to town for a visit, the tables are turned and it’s Miss Baxter who needs a helping hand.
But, unbeknownst to her, two of her girls have a plan to put the situation right. Jessica, the sociology graduate student, senses they have a past with a dynamic on the kinky side. Moona, Jessica’s girlfriend and Hasiba’s daughter, with her own kinky appetites, confirms it as a case of like mother, like daughter.
Their plan is simple: get the flustered domme Miss Baxter and the shy submissive Hasiba together for an intimate evening to reconnect and finally admit they still have feelings for each other. A little eves dropping later on, with sounds of skin-on-skin swats and a throaty moans, lets the girls know they’ve done their job.
“Oh, Jessica. I’m glad I found you.” Miss Baxter stopped me in the hallway with a toothbrush in my hand and a dreadful case of bedhead. “I was hoping I could impose upon you to drive Margo to the airport. She came all this way to visit and a taxi seems so impersonal. I would undertake the task myself, but I have a conflicting appointment.”
“Um, sure,” I said. “What time?”
“Not until two. Plenty of time for you to get yourself presentable.” Miss Baxter paused to look me over from head to toe. “You slept late this morning.”
“Yeah. Um. Two o’clock is fine.”
“Thank you, Jessica.”
I took two steps between the time Miss Baxter made her exit and Moona came bounding out of my room, still naked and clutching her phone.
“Can I at least get a shower in? I have to take Margo to the airport.”
Moona cocked her head to the side, looking at me.
“Oh, this?” she said, as she slipped her hand between her thighs. “This is what you thought I wanted?”
“Well ...”
“Oh, Miss Jessica. I think maybe it is you who are incorrigible.” Moona punctuated each syllable of ‘incorrigible’ with a lick of her now glistening finger. “I only wanted to ask you to come downtown with me.”
“Downtown? Is this about your mother?”
“Yes.” Moona licked. “No.” Moona licked the other side. “Well. It’s something for her, but she doesn’t know about it yet.”
“Um.”
“If I got pierced, would you think it was sexy?” Moona had moved her glistening finger from her mouth and was now making circles around her left nipple.
“Your, uh ...”
“My nipple.”
I blew out a breath. Things were heating up under my robe. “I ...”
Moona tugged at her crinkled flesh. “That’s not why we’re going downtown, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said. “But, I’d do it for you if you think you’d like it.”
“Um ...”
“I suppose it hurts. A lot. But, then again ...” Moona’s eyes glazed over as she turned them heavenward, making a few more lazy circles.
“I’m, um ... I’m taking Margo to the airport. Miss Baxter asked me to. Just a minute ago, actually. But, um ...”
“Go take your shower, Miss Jessica. Get your head straight.” Moona was pinching and tugging now, as if she were trying to decide whether or not running a needle through her tender flesh was still a good idea. “You know where to find me.”
“Insolent girl,” I tried, but it sounded weak, even to me.
Moona twirled on her heel and smacked herself on the ass, switching her hips all the way back to my room.
It was going to be a cold shower.
