Caught and punished by Tasha's mom Three Wishes chapter 23 by Anderson and novar

You try your best to wade through the thick carpet, but your little body quickly becomes sticky. You've barely made it halfway to the door when Tasha's mom steps out of the bathroom naked, toweling her hair, and spots you immediately. "You little shit!"

She gasps, looking shocked and then quickly turning angry as she rushes towards you. Running is futile as you're swiftly snatched up in her fist, and carried roughly back over to her nightstand.

You know you're going to be punished so you try to call for help, hoping that was Tasha you'd heard coming in and maybe she would hear and come to save you. But her angry mom's hands' fingers squeeze you way too tightly as she throws aside her hair towel and rummages inside the nightstand.

"I guess all that time inside my pussy didn't teach you anything!?" Tasha's mom is spitting mad! You can't see what it is, but she pops the lid from something and sits roughly on the bed. Next thing you know, her other hand, covered in some kind of thick grease, swoops down and slaps down on you, covering your head and shoulders.

You can't see and struggle to breathe through all the stuff covering your face, as she roughly works the stuff down your body to around your waist and buttocks. Then, you feel her grip let up just as suddenly, just as you've managed to spit enough thick, greasy coconut-tasting stuff out of your mouth to gasp for breath. But you've barely sucked your first lungful of air, before the hand that's holding you starts moving around again.

There's a quick jerk, then a slower, more careful movement somewhere - with your hands pinned down by your waist, you still can't wipe away the goo around your eyes to see more than blurs - as a shadow creeps over you and you hear Tasha's mom say: "You could be back with Tasha, resting up and getting a good night's sleep while I go to work! But that was your third and final warning, now it's time for Plan B!"

Your head bumps into something, and at the same time, a fingertip from her other hand comes down carefully on the other side of it. You realize what is happening too late, as she pushes down and guides your head inside her asshole. She makes a little sound somewhere between a grunt and moan as you try to recoil and bend and twist, pulling your head back out of the awful trap it's in. Instead it just clamps down around your neck as her hands effortlessly straighten your figure out again.

Even though this all seemed to go by for you in slow-motion, Tasha's mom is angry and impatient, as well as hurrying for work, and it hasn't even been a minute since she caught you. She has things to do, after all. So no matter how annoyed she is, once she has your head inside, she only takes about a second to welcome you to your new destination with some vindictive squeezing around your neck, quite literally flexing on you to remind you of your place in this house.

Then, with a slight gasp, she shoves you in unceremoniously to your waist. "Is this your first time? Mine too." She grunts sarcastically, under her breath, wasting no time in pinching your legs and pushing them in the rest of the way with a sloop of leftover lube.

"It feels a little strange, but who knows? If you don't shape up quick, I might start getting used to it!" She chuckles darkly, standing up, sealing your fate as she briskly goes to wash her hands and dress into her nurse's uniform.

You find yourself once again trapped in Tasha's mom as she get dressed and goes about her business, but even worse this time. You're somehow quaking even more with her steps when she moves, and it wraps around you even tighter, so you can't even reach your arms up from down at your sides. And the entrance is sealed completely shut, behind, you, obviously.

Otherwise, at least it's not that different from what you're used to with this woman. Hot, loud, and slimy. Thankfully, there's still enough lube covering your nostrils that you can't smell anything, but the muscly walls of your accursed prison constantly contract in waves, pushing you down against to the exit until your feet push against it, only for a quick flex from Tasha's mom to send you shooting back up to repeat the process. You feel the lube thinning out, as this goes on.

You can only hope it doesn't start washing away enough to unplug your nostrils, because if that happens, you don't know if you can get through this hell without it breaking you.

...

"Hey, mom!?" Inside Tasha's mom, you faintly hear Tasha's voice from outside as the bedroom door slams! She must be asking about you! She goes on: "Did you take my little man again? He's not where I left him!"

Yes! She's worried! Go, Tasha!

Her mom's voice booms around you with a lecturing, parental voice, sinking your enthusiasm: "Well, sweetie, I'm not sure he understands the house rules here yet. I saw he wasn't in his cage today. Did you train him so he'd stay where he was told?"

"I- he wouldn't run away from me! C'mon, mom! I'm worried and if you don't have him, something bad could've happened and he could be in trouble!" Tasha pleads.

Her mom gives a patient, sympathetic little smile, reaching out to give her worried daughter a reassuring rub on the arm. "That's right, honey. A little man like that can get in a lot of trouble, wandering around on his own." She agrees, more softly. "That's why we have the house rules for little men, sweetie. But..."