“You’ll have to bury them deep,” said the amused boy. Tiffany looked confused. The boy, surprised at the disconnect in the girl’s thinking, gently suggested: “Use the spoon.” A look of understanding appeared on the girl’s face, but to the boy’s surprise she put the bowl of the spoon to her bunghole. He had expected her to use the handle, but he had to confess that she had had the better idea.
Tiffany grunted as she worked the spoon into her tight bunghole and again as she worked it deep into her derriere until only a few inches of the handle remained in view. She stopped then and seemed to be awaiting further suggestions. The boy smiled. Taking hold of the handle, he guided her back to the bed. He pulled up on the handle and she quickly scrambled up on the bed but remained on her hands and knees, with her head down.
The boy now told her: “When you wake up in the morning, your nipples will still hurt like hell; but, since the wasps you killed are an endangered species, you’ll feel guilty about killing them; and you’ll feel even more guilty if your nipples get any relief. In other words, you’ll feel better about yourself if your nipples hurt; and the more they hurt, the better you’ll feel. That’s why you’ll refuse to do anything to relieve the pain.”
The girl was slow to respond, so the boy jerked up on the handle again, so that it pointed up at an angle. The girl’s head jerked up as she went down on her elbows, and she quickly nodded her understanding.
Satisfied, the boy got ready to leave. For a moment he considered leaving the spoon where it was, but immediately thought better of it. He didn’t want her to wake up to find her ass plugged with the spoon and wondering how it got there. He placed his left hand on her bottom and pulled steadily with his right until the bowl stopped his progress. He paused for a few moments to consider how best to proceed; then shoved the spoon deep again and immediately yanked back on it in order to gain some momentum. The spoon pulled free with both an audible pop as Tiffany’s anus opened wide and shut tight in an instant and an audible gasp as Tiffany’s mouth opened wide at least.
She moaned softly: “Thank you.”
Surprised but pleased, the boy grinned and patted her affectionately on the bottom and said: “Hope you didn’t get any splinters!”
The boy walked to the door and glanced back at the girl. She still seemed to be fast asleep; and if she had actually been awake as he now believed, well, that was even better. Either way, he was going to have a lot of fun playing with her.
Tiffany slowly opened one eye and watched as the door closed quietly behind the boy. She smiled, thinking of how she had fooled him into believing she had been asleep the whole time: He’d be sure to come back now.
In the meantime, Tiffany almost wished her nipples didn’t hurt so much; but, since she thought that having pain-wracked paps was her just reward for having killed those poor wasps, she felt she really had no cause for complaint. If anything, Tiffany felt she deserved to do even more penance for her misdeeds.