But where has Father Goose wandered off to, and who will take Mother in hand when she ventures too far?
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, sex, and a perspective on nursery rhymes you'll never forget!
From "Little Bo Peep"
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And can’t tell where to find them.
Leave them alone,
And they’ll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
“Peep!” The voice shook the room and the startled girl looked up as Mother came in. “Do you know where your sheep are now?”
“No, Mother.” The girl looked up from her position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. “I penned them before I left, I swear it.”
Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin sashes.
“You are a pretty little one,” Mother said, lifting the girl’s chin and studying her face. Mother’s eyes moved over the girl’s body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep’s rosy little nipples. “Sometimes I think you’re just playing dumb.”
“No, Mother,” Peep implored, shaking her head. “I penned them, I promise you.”
“Is that so?” Mother asked, standing again. Peep looked up Mother’s long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters, the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for easy access.
Mother had taken to wearing black since Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her toe in front of Peep’s knee, folding her arms over her ample breasts that were pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the sheer, lace peignoir that she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.
“Mother, please,” Peep pleaded. “I will go tend them, if you let me.”
Mother walked over to the cabinet and the girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and anticipation. “I think we need a little correction, don’t you?” Mother’s voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat o’nine tails from her collection.
“Please,” Peep pleaded again, her eyes downcast. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“Yes,” Mother murmured, coming to caress the her cheek with her soft hand. “You will.”
Mother reached behind the girl and began untying the pink satin ribbon that bound her. Peep sighed in relief, rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet, but then the older woman stopped.
“No… this is good,” Mother said, tightening the sashes at the girl’s ankles, chuckling. “Turn around, Little Bo Peep, who’s lost her sheep, and doesn’t know where to find them.”
Peep did as she was told, turning her face toward the wall on her hands and knees, using her hands to slowly work herself around. She felt Mother’s hand caressing her ass, and she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman. Mother was squatting down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps of the cat o’nine tails over Peep’s behind like a little leather waterfall.
“Peep’s little puss,” Mother whispered, parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the pink treasure. “I love peeping at Peep’s little puss.” Mother giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl’s clit.
“Oh, Mother!” Peep moaned, lifting her bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together at the ankles.
“That’s right, Peep,” Mother encouraged, with her finger and her voice. The girl’s clit was swollen and pulsing. “You like it so much, don’t you?”
Peep nodded, glad her long blonde hair was covering her red, flushed face. Mother’s fingers were rubbing there, making her moan with pleasure. Peep’s little puss was incredibly responsive, her lips swelling, the pink color deepening to a rosier shade.
“You’ve been a naughty shepherdess, haven’t you, Peep?” Mother asked, standing behind her. The girl nodded, her blonde hair falling in waves falling over the stone floor. She felt the first blow from the cat o’nine tails, almost a gentle thing, with just a little sting. She twisted and squirmed.
“Oh, Mother, please,” Peep whispered. Her pussy was still throbbing from the older woman’s attention.
“Yes, tell me.” Another blow, and then another. Mother waited.
“I lost my sheep,” the girl sobbed, feeling another blow, and then another. Her bottom felt hot. She cried out as she felt three more stings from the cat o’nine tails in quick succession. “Oh, Mother! Please!”
But the older woman was catching a rhythm, now, and Peep could hear her working hard. She lashed the girl again and again, until Peep’s bottom felt red and raw and huge, and her pussy—it was on fire, throbbing with longing. She hid her shamed face behind her curtain of hair, her tears falling onto the stone floor.
“Now, are you going to find those sheep, Miss Peep?” Mother asked, grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her head back, looking down at her tear-stained face. Peep nodded, moaning softly, looking dazed, her eyes glassy. “But first, you are going to do penance, aren’t you? On your knees.”
Peep nodded, tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Yes, Mother.”