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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.