Peeping Tom Punishment

         As Tom's mother was wondering what to do with him, Tom was starting to have second thoughts about the kind of situation he was in, racking his brain for ways to get out of it. Trish had put a finger to her lips in mock contemplation for only a moment before her stomach started to gurgle, making its presence very well present in the small attic the two were in. "Oh my, that breakfast sausage is not agreeing with me." She accidentally let slip a wince as the noises started to increase in frequency and volume before hurriedly starting off for the small door that led back to the rest of the house. Suddenly she stopped, slowly pivoting back towards Tom with a grin that made him melt in his seat with fear and dread.
         "You know Thomas, I just had the funniest idea; why make a dead sprint for the bathroom, getting all up in a hurry, when I have a perfectly acceptable waste dump right here?" Trish stepped back over to Tom, roughly tipping his chair over, grinning all the way. "Getting a mouthful of yourself is going to serve you right for getting a stiffy over your own flesh and blood like that mister." She kicked off her old what-used-to-be-white sneakers, grabbing the loops of her jeans and starting to wrestle with them as all the color drained from Tom's face.
         "Wait, no it's… You got it all wrong! It was an accident—I didn't even see Lisa down there!" Trish just scoffed, forcing her pants down over her butt before sliding them over her pale, slick legs.
         "Now what's the purpose of lying other than just to make me angry?" She shook her head in disappointment before throwing her jeans and panties over her shoes and straddling Tom's tightly bound body. "That's just insane Thomas, and they were fully clothed for Pete's sake. How did you even manage to get a stiffy over that? That's just shameful and proves you're right for this job. Now open wide." She slowly squatted, lowering herself down so that Tom's mouth could make acquaintances with the brown storm that was about to erupt from her. Tom threw his head to the side, stretching it away while screaming.
         "No please Trish, don't do this! Dear God please, I know what I did was bad but please-please-please no!" He twisted and squirmed, but it was no use, she just continued to lower herself onto his screeching, helpless body.
         "You know if you don't get this all in your mouth the first time, I'm just going to make you lick up the rest. Tsk-tsk." Her cheek started to graze his, and the sounds started to shift from her stomach to her bottom. Tom felt the heat already start to consume him, and with it came a foul stench like no other. Just as Tom was about to scream for help to escape the torture, Trish was ready to release hell upon Tom's sobbing and sniveling form. With so little time left and low on options, Tom decided that he should…