Tricia the Trashcan

By Raphael Rake

Published on Apr 10, 2020

Lesbian

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Tricia the Trashcan, by Raphael Rake

Ch 2: The Impudent Burp (Fg, ped, inc, gross, spank, no sex)

Suzy and Tricia walked back into their house, Tricia still smiling and letting out the occasional giggle. Suzy looked at her daughter with amusement and asked:

"What are you so happy about?"

Tricia gave another giggle, then paused as if a thought had just struck her.

"It's a secret." she said, a mischievous grin growing on her face, "You have to come close so I can whisper it."

Suzy decided to play along, and bent down so that her face was level with Tricia's. Instead of speaking into her ear, Tricia put her face right in front of her mother's, gave a high-pitched burp right into her face, then collapsed laughing. Suzy was annoyed, but her daughter had always been a master at exasperating adults, and she'd endured too many of Tricia's little pranks to be unduly put out by such a minor one. But then she caught a whiff of Tricia's burp, a foul seafood odor that drove all other thoughts out of her mind.

"Good god Tricia, what on earth have you been eating?" she said in a flummoxed tone.

"Raw squid!" replied Tricia, her peals of laughter redoubling at the sight of her mother's reaction.

"Raw... squid." said Suzy, in a flat and icy tone. She believed it, since it fit with what she'd smelled, and since Tricia was both fearless where food was concerned and honest to a fault. But she couldn't believe that Lisa, who'd seemed so nice and level headed, would have given her daughter something so disgusting and unhygienic to eat. She turned around and headed back towards the door.

"Stay here Tricia," she said in a strained voice, "I'm going back over to Lisa's house to have a little chat."

"Why?" asked Tricia in a bewildered tone, "Can I come too?" She sensed that something had shifted, and that her mother wasn't in the mood for any more kidding around.

"I'm going to find out why she was giving raw squid to a ten year old girl." said Suzy, her tone now dangerous.

"No! Wait Mom! She didn't give it to me, I grabbed it myself and ate it without asking for permission! She never gave it to me!"

Tricia was panicking and on the verge of tears. She'd finally found someone who could match her in both boldness and grossness, and now the glorious friendship she'd imagined was on the verge of being destroyed before it had even really begun.

"You ate it yourself? Without her telling you to? Tricia why on earth would you do something like that?" Suzy was far from being truly mollified, but that did sound like something Tricia would do.

"Lisa was cooking the squid," babbled Tricia, frantic to appease her mother, "and then she said I wouldn't like the squid since American kids are wimps, and then I said I wasn't a wimp, and then she gave me the squid, and then I ate it, and then..."

"Wait a minute!" interrupted Suzy, "You just told me that she didn't give you the squid!"

"No no! That was the cooked squid!" pleaded Tricia, "I ate the cooked squid and then I bet Lisa that I could eat a more gross thing than her, and then I grabbed the raw squid and ate it all by myself! She never asked me to Mom! It was all my fault! Please, please don't get mad at her."

"Well, I'm amazed Lisa didn't throw you out of the house." sighed Suzy, still trying to process all this new information. "What did she do then?"

"She was grossed out, but she didn't want to lose the bet, so she ate a squid too, and then when I was leaving she burped in my face! She's as gross as I am!" Tricia's voice faltered after that excited declaration, afraid that she'd said too much.

"Is she really?" said Suzy softly, with a considering look on her face. She wasn't quite sure what to think of all this, but for some time she'd been worried by Tricia's tendency to try and disgust everyone around her. Tricia was a rebel and an exhibitionist, traits which Suzy shared but would never admit to her daughter, and she was afraid that Tricia would get herself into real trouble if she didn't have some kind of outlet. Perhaps having a friend to play gross games with was an answer, as long as things didn't go too far. But by the sound of it Tricia was the one pushing Lisa's boundaries, and it seemed like Lisa was ok with it...

"Are you still mad?" said Tricia, breaking into Suzy's thoughts with a worried look on her face, "Can I still go over to Lisa's house?"

"I might let you go back over there, but you have to follow two simple rules."

"What rules? Whatever it is I'll do it, I promise!" pleaded Tricia.

"The first rule is you must tell me everything that you do with Lisa, and I mean everything. Is that clear?"

"Of course Mom, I always tell you things."

"I know that dear, but this is a special case, and I want to make it clear that if I let you keep going over there you can't keep any secrets from me." said Suzy, her tone softening.

"The second rule is that you can't tell anyone else about this. Not your friends, not your teachers, nobody. Most people don't like the idea of little girls playing gross games with grownups, and if anyone finds out then all of us, you, me and Lisa, will be in big trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mom, I promise not to tell anyone, ever!"

Tricia was incredibly relieved, she threw her arms around her mother and gave her a big hug. Since she was a head shorter, her head ended up right in her mother's ample breasts, and though they were still covered by her mother's flannel shirt, she could feel how soft they were, and she nestled her head in them. That slight movement was enough to dislodge the button over Suzy's breasts, which was already straining to keep them contained, and the shirt popped open. Tricia found the feeling of her mother's soft skin against her face much nicer than the scratchy flannel, and she wiggled her head further until her face was comfortably resting in her mother's bare cleavage.

Suzy was a bit taken aback, but she hugged her daughter back, and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. The feeling of Tricia's skin against hers, and the regular puffs of warm breath from Tricia's mouth right into her cleavage, were making her feel a bit flushed and hot, but she didn't want to break the moment they were having. Her daughter gave a sigh of contentment and squeezed harder, pushing her face deeper still, and the heat in Suzy's face increased.

Finally Suzy decided that she couldn't handle it anymore, and she let go of her daughter. Tricia let go too, stepping back and giving her mother a shy smile with a hint of mischief in it, and Suzy saw that her daughter could tell that she'd had an effect. Suzy had been wrestling with herself on whether to punish Tricia for the burp, but she now resolved that Tricia needed to be put back in her place a little.

"Well Tricia, that was nice, but there is still the matter of you burping in my face." said Suzy, stern once again, "I know you were excited about making a new friend, but that's no excuse for rudeness."

She walked over to the couch and sat down, and then patted her lap twice in a commanding gesture. Tricia's smile faded. She knew what that gesture meant, and her stomach plunged. She also knew it was useless to argue with her mother when she used that tone of voice, so she walked over to the couch slowly, scuffing her feet and trying to delay the inevitable.

"NOW Tricia!" barked Suzy, and Tricia, now terrified, scrambled forwards and laid herself face down over her mother's lap. The shout had shocked her, and her heart was pounding, making her breathe heavily as she lay with her belly on her mother's legs. It had been a while since she'd been spanked, and old fears were welling up. But they were combined with another feeling, almost like eagerness, that made her squirm with nervous anticipation.

Suzy noticed her daughter's jittery wriggling, and gained a perverse pleasure from the knowledge that now she was the one making Tricia uncomfortable. She grinned, glad Tricia couldn't see her face, and decided to draw it out. She took hold of the back of the waistband of Tricia's jeans and began to slowly pull it down, revealing Tricia's red and white striped underpants, which covered her entire bottom. Tricia's breath stopped, and it was clear that she was expecting the spank to come.

"Oh no Tricia," taunted Suzy, who was starting to enjoy herself, "you're getting older now, so it's going to be bare bottom spankings from now on."

She hooked her index finger over the back of Tricia's panties, the tip resting in Tricia's ass crack, and pulled the panties down, sliding the finger down the crack as she did so. Tricia felt a tingling where her mother's finger had touched her sensitive cleft, so unused to any sort of contact, and she squirmed even more, giving a whimper as she did.

Now Suzy could see all of Tricia's ass laid bare before her, two small unblemished mounds of pale flesh, jiggling slightly as Tricia fidgeted. Suzy felt a strong urge to pinch it, but decided that would be going too far, and instead satisfied her urge to touch the perfect globes of baby-fat by stroking a finger across them. Tricia, again expecting a spank, jerked and gasped at the surprising touch on her silky smooth skin.

By this point Tricia was breathing heavily, driven wild by her mother's teasing. Suzy decided to put her out of her misery, and swiftly brought her palm down on Tricia's left asscheek with a resounding smack, causing her to shriek and buck. Suzy held her down, partly so she could admire the bright pink patch she'd just made on Tricia's rear, and partly just because she enjoyed restraining the writhing ten year old. Before Tricia had time to get out more than a couple of sobs, Suzy smacked her right cheek just as hard, causing another pink mark to bloom.

Tricia went limp, so overloaded with physical sensations that she didn't know what to do. Her ass cheeks were on fire, and the cheeks on her face felt almost as hot. She was crying, and the force of her mother's arm holding her down made her feel helpless and vulnerable, but a strange feeling of belonging was coming over her, a sense that despite her discomfort she was right where she should be.

Suzy waited a little while, letting Tricia process what her body was feeling, before spanking her again on her right cheek. Pain seared across the already sensitive skin, and Tricia spasmed and yelled briefly, but quieted down quickly. The next smack, on her right cheek, elicited a groan, but no more. Suzy enjoyed her daughter's panting sobs for a few moments, then stuck each of Tricia's cheeks again in quick succession, but she was rewarded with only a couple of yelping gasps. She did notice, however, that Tricia was subconsciously grinding the front of her hips against her mother's legs in a vain search for relief she didn't even realize she needed.

Suzy stopped pressing down on Tricia, but she didn't seem to notice. She was still too caught up in the tangle of sensations that were engulfing her, the stinging pain in her small exquisite buns fading into a tingling heat. Suzy, still feeling a bit sadistic, decided to cut the moment short.

"Have you had enough?" she asked, her tone artificially sweet. Tricia didn't reply, so Suzy gave in to her earlier urge and gave one of Tricia's pink asscheeks a pinch. Her daughter yelled and jerked in her lap, suddenly brought back to reality.

"I asked you if you'd had enough Tricia."

"YES! Yes Mom! Sorry! I've had enough! I've had enough!" cried Tricia frantically, desperate to avoid more pinches.

"Well alright then dear, you can get up now. Let me help you get your pants back up." Suzy was once again glad that Tricia couldn't see the look of glee on her face as she pulled Tricia's panties back up over her ass. Even the touch of the soft cotton fabric on the sensitive skin was enough to make Tricia whimper, and she trembled as her mother pulled her jeans back over her ass, reluctantly hiding it from view once again.

Tricia shakily got to her feet, and began to walk out of the room. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at her mother, her face streaked with tears..

"Mom..." she said, hesitantly, "I lost the bet today, and I don't know what kind of punishment Lisa's gonna make me do. What do you think's gonna happen? Will it be painful?"

"I don't know dear," said Suzy, considering, "but next time you really shouldn't make any bets before you know what the stakes are going to be. Remember this though: us Jensen girls never, ever welch on a bet, so whatever she wants you to do, you'd better follow through. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mom." said Tricia, still nervous.

"You did something bad today, but you took your punishment like a good girl, and you can handle whatever Lisa comes up with, I know you can." Suzy reassured her daughter, and they smiled at each other before Tricia turned and left the room.

Next: Chapter 3


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