A Friendly Game

The continuation to parts 1 and 2

That evening, Diego's mother noticed his distracted mood.

"Are you okay, Mijo?" Hearing the familiar term of endearment brought him back to the dinner table.

"Fine, Mama. Just worried about the upcoming semester, I guess, now that the break is almost over."

"You? Worried about school?" his dad asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "Since when do you think twice about classes? How about worrying about changing the oil in the Buick before you leave?"

His dad had been reminding him that he needed to do some basic maintenance on his car but his thoughts had been so preoccupied with Ms. Carson that he'd forgotten. "Sure, Dad. I'll run to AutoZone after dinner and pick up the filter. Does anyone need anything else while I'm out?"

No one needed anything and he excused himself to head to his car. It was a short trip into town. While standing in the inevitably slow line at the store, he got a text from Jake. He agreed to stop by on his way home. He couldn't avoid his friend forever, although he wasn't sure what he was going to tell him about his encounter with Ms. Carson. He certainly wasn't going to admit he'd let her spank him and then put him in a cage.

The friends had shared stories of their sexual adventures in high school, except Diego had never contributed much. Jake had had a steady girlfriend and Diego had known about each step they'd taken, from "first base" to senior prom night when Jake had hit his first "homerun." Freshman year, Diego had made the mistake of telling Jake he thought their science teacher looked "hot" in the casual jeans she'd worn for a field trip and had to endure years of ribbing about his crush on the teacher. He'd been close friends with a girl who was at the top of their math class with him. They'd often studied together, and would competitively compare grades on every exam. Everyone always assumed there was something romantic there, despite his protests.

"C'mon, Dude! You can't possibly just be studying all that time you spend with Chelsey. We want the dirt!"

But there honestly wasn't any dirt. He respected Chelsey and when it was time for prom, he'd asked if she'd wanted to go with him in nerd solidarity. She'd laughed and agreed. She looked beautiful in her gown and as he placed the flower bracelet around her wrist, he fleetingly thought how it might be if he felt more than friendship. They had a lovely evening and even tried to dance a little, which turned out to be a disaster, but left them laughing hysterically. "We should stick to math," Chelsey had said between shaking breaths after they'd stepped on each other's feet the third time.

They also got their fill of amusement watching Jake paw his girlfriend. The whole group of friends knew of their plan for after the event. "Too much PDA!" all the friends had teased.

He was in lighthearted spirits when he and Chelsey pulled up to her house in his mom's borrowed Subaru at the end of the night. He was completely taken off guard when they reached the top porch step and she'd leaned in for a kiss. He'd managed to avoid her lips and peck her on her cheek. He'd seen a brief disappointment in her eyes. She shook her head and said softly, "Goodnight, Diego. Thanks for saving us both from going stag to the big dance," and disappeared inside her house.

All of his friends were annoyed with him for not at least kissing Chelsey, and he felt frustrated with himself for hurting his study buddy. But he just couldn't make himself feel something he didn't. And he wasn't about to admit that he touched himself every night thinking about the science teacher. Or the viceprincipal. Or Jake's mom. Especially not about Jake's mom.

He couldn't explain it, but girls his own age just didn't interest him.

Jake was waiting on the front porch when he pulled up.

"Dude, you abandoned me." Diego knew he was here to discuss the broken window.

"Dude, you were in there a long time." Jake countered. "What happened?"

"We came to an arrangement." Diego knew it wouldn't be enough but he had to start somewhere.

"Do tell."

"There's not much to tell. I'm going to help pay for the window," he lied. "If you guys want to chip in, that'd be great. But her homeowner's insurance will probably pay most of it. I'll let you know."

Jake knew his friend was hiding something. "That's it? She was hot," Jake looked directly in Diego's eyes. "And your type."

Diego blushed. Perhaps he hadn't hidden his preference for older women that well after all.

"Okay, fine. We had lunch today."

"LUNCH?" Diego nodded. "You break a lady's window, and then have a date a few days later?"

"She wanted to go over our agreement when we'd both had time to think about it."

"SHE invited YOU?"

Diego sighed. "Listen, she's really nice and there's nothing to tell. Seriously, I'm just a kid compared to her. What did you expect?"

Jake stared at him and finally decided to let it go, for now. "My mom made her famous key lime pie. Have you had dessert?"

Diego wasn't about to turn down a chance to see Jake's mom AND have some of her pie. She was always bringing the most delicious dishes to potlucks and school events. She was also charming and liked knowing her son's friends. Jake's parents had always welcomed the boys into their home. They figured that was the best way to keep at least one eye on the teenagers.

When he left Jake's, he found himself going a few blocks and pulling over next to Ms. Carson's house. Her blue Honda was in the driveway. He felt a little weird, like he was stalking her, but she'd said to stop by anytime. The window was covered with thick plastic sheets. He wanted to go knock on the door, but didn't feel brave enough. Instead he just sat, thinking about what had happened inside those walls, trying to come to terms with the confused feeling of his dick trying to get hard but being prevented from doing so by the physical restraint, knowing she'd caused both the arousal and the denial.

He suddenly wished he could keep the cage on for much more than three days.

Daisy brought her fresh cup of decaf chai tea to bed with her. She set her glasses on the bedside table and picked up her Kindle. It was hard to concentrate on her book. Her eyes wandered from the device to the piano bench, which looked a little blurry without her glasses on. But the memory of what had happened there was sharply in focus.

She set the reader aside and let herself think of that evening. Diego had stood before her trustingly, his cock hard and on display, with no idea what she was going to do. Her pussy began to pulse as she thought of that moment that he'd bent over her knee, willingly ceding control. She reached down and began to stroke herself, feeling the liquid begin to trickle out of her. It had been awhile since she'd touched herself, but the encounter with Diego had unexpectedly reawakened parts of her she'd purposely put to sleep for a while. She went slow, relishing the feelings.

The thought of his ass cheeks under her hand made her whole body flush with excitement. She dreamed of how it would be to have the chance to linger there, petting and playing with him, exploring in places she guessed no one else had touched him yet, to be the first to take his anal virginity.

She let herself continue to fantasize, thinking of his cock trapped in the cage at that very moment. She wondered if he was lying in bed, horny thinking of her, but unable to do anything about it. He'd accepted the cage without any question, as if he'd been waiting for someone to finally put his dick where it belonged. She imagined being in front of him and being the one to put it on, after sucking on that sweet little thing but not allowing him release, listening to him beg but accept her decision to make him wait, keeping him turned on for her.

She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and fished for her vibrator. Miraculously, it was still charged. She gingerly touched it to her clitoris, easing into the intense sensation. She dreamed of having Diego on his knees in front of her, his tongue doing the work the electric toy was doing now. Now she imagined her feet on his liberated dick and as he came in the fantasy, she reached her masturbating climax. "Fuck!" she said out loud to the empty room. She shivered and curled up into a little ball on her side then drifted off to sleep.

She woke the next morning with that sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen. She didn't bother to dress to go to the kitchen and make her coffee. She sat naked at the kitchen table in the same seat where Diego had sat only a few days before. That boy had her Domme instincts unexpectedly revved up and her sexual arousal surging. It felt good to *feel* that way again.

It also felt scary. Things hadn't ended so well the last time, and Diego was even younger than Samuel had been.

Diego had managed to say his goodbyes and get on the road early. His mom always got emotional when he left for college, but he reassured her he'd be home in a few weeks. In the back of his mind, he was hoping to have extra reasons to return more often.

His dad cleaned the windshield and checked the oil one more time, then handed him a twenty-dollar bill. "Get yourself a snack on the road," he'd said as he lightly hugged his son and patted him on the back.

Diego pulled into the rest stop about ten miles outside of town. Ms. Carson's car was nowhere in sight. His dick was throbbing, excited to know it might soon be free, perhaps even more excited to think it might not.

He got out to walk around, feeling too anxious to just sit and wait. There was a little path behind the stone building. A couple was walking with a German shepherd on a leash. A little boy was running ahead of his mom who chased after him, both clearly happy to have a moment of not being cooped up in the car.

When he'd completed the little circuit and stepped out of the woods, Ms. Carson was sitting at a picnic table facing him. She gave a little wave. His face lit up at the sight of her.

"Hi!" He sat across from her. "You look beautiful, as always."

"Thank you, Diego. You're sweet." She'd worn jeans, a brown leather jacket that hid her form and matching boots. A blue knit hat was pulled down over her ears. She wasn't trying to look anything but warm, but accepted the compliment gracefully.

She didn't waste time. "How was your punishment?"

"I have bad news, Ms. Carson."

"Oh?" She seemed surprised. "Did something happen? Why didn't you call me?"

"No, nothing like that." he quickly assured her. "No, Ms. Carson. The problem is, once I got over the initial discomfort and horniness of it, I actually liked it."

She said nothing, just staring at him. He thought he detected a little bit of sadness.

"So, the punishment failed. Again."

She chuckled at this. "Oh, Diego, what am I going to do with you?"

"I was wondering the same thing," he was feeling braver and dared to flirt with her a little this time.

She laughed and fumbled with the collar of her jacket, pulling the necklace out. "It has been with me the whole time."

"Ms. Carson?"

"Yes, Diego?"

"I was wondering...would it be possible for me to keep wearing the cage? Just until I come back in a few weeks?"

She took this in. "You really did like it."

"Yes. I know it sounds crazy, but I liked feeling like my cock..." he had planned a speech in his head for days but now it didn't want to come out. "Like *I* belonged to you."

Ms. Carson took his hand from across the weathered table. "Diego, it's not crazy. I knew from the way you responded to the spanking that you were a natural submissive. I wanted to play with you a little, a game, to give you a chance to experience these feelings. There's so much for you to learn." She definitely looked sad now. "But not from me."

Disappointment flooded over him. "But, why? Did I do something wrong? I'll pay for the window..."

"It has nothing to do with the window, dear. You have been perfect. You just deserve someone who can care for you and right now, that isn't me." Natural submissive or not, she had expected him to be happy to be freed from the cage. But the look on his face said he was crushed. "Diego, you can't wear the cage so far away from me. Something could go wrong." She tried to be reasonable. "And it wouldn't be much fun, being so far apart."

"But I have a car now, I can come home. It's not that far."

"I definitely don't want to be a reason that your studies suffer."

"My studies have never suffered, Ms. Carson." Diego pronounced. He had always been a bit arrogant about his grades and hearing this in his voice brought her out of her sadness a little.

"I don't doubt you are very smart." she grinned. "And humble, too, it seems." He grinned back. "The truth is, Diego, I'm just not in a place to play these games right now. I'm sorry."

Diego wanted to argue with her but sensed it would be useless. He'd lain in bed the last three nights, unable to sleep, fantasizing about coming home to more spankings, about how it would feel to go to his classes in the cage, about other things she might do to him. For the first time in his life, he'd felt like a woman understood him, even though he didn't quite understand any of it himself. The thought that she wasn't going to teach him more made him want to cry. He wondered if he'd ever feel such a connection again.

As if she'd read his mind, she said, "I'm sure there's groups you can get involved with at the university where you can meet people who will be happy to guide you. I'll do some research and send you some links."

There was not much left for him to say. "Let me help you with the necklace, at least."

She nodded and lifted her hair. He pulled the clasp out from inside her sweater, her skin warm compared to the cold outside air. He breathed her in, trying to memorize her scent. He removed the chain and set it on the table between them, just like in the diner. Except this time it represented the end of his punishment.

Which felt more like the real beginning of his punishment.

He sat across from her, not wanting to take the key and go inside the cold musty building to free himself. She pulled the pouch from her pocket and set it next to the key.

"Thank you for all you've shown me. I always knew I wasn't quite like the other guys. I still don't know what exactly all of this means, but I will always remember you as the first one to teach me there's something different out there."

"You can keep in touch, Diego. Let me know if you go to one of the meetings and learn anything new if you like. And, I'll let you know how my window is going."

He picked up the key and pouch and left to go to the restroom. He returned quickly and set the pouch down in front of her. "I should get on my way. There will be a lot of traffic since everyone will be headed back to campus today."

"Take care, Diego." She turned, lifted her legs over the bench and rested her back against the picnic table.

She watched him lower himself into the old Buick and roll down the window. He stuck his hand out and waved, giving her a brave smile, then drove away, happy to be alone in the car so no one could see the tears wet his cheeks, the first sensation Ms. Carson had given him that he wished she hadn't.