CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 9^th (Sunday) 2016. Summer has just asked what Taylor is, after Tom laid down the new rules.

“What is Fart Face anyway? A slave? A slut?” Summer had been very quiet for the last fifteen minutes as if she were absorbing everything. Her face was so heavily painted in black with white foundation it was hard to remember that she was just a teenager and not an evil clown.

“She is a cunt.” Tom said that she had one between her legs, and that made her one.

“And an asshole!” Scotty pointed out cheerfully.

“You’re right, but you’re one, too.” Tom clarified that she was, “Fart Face Swift. She’s the lowest member of the family, but she’s still family. She isn’t our slave, but she has lost the privileges that she could have because she took them for granted; and has time and again ignored all the boundaries and reasonable requests that we could have for a daughter. She is beneath Sandor, and from now on he eats before she does,” Tom said.

“So a slave?” Summer didn’t really care – she seemed to be trying to goad Tom by questioning and finding fault.

“You could say that,” Tom slapped Taylor’s ass hard with Lucifer, before adding, “but you would be wrong!”

“Seven, Sir!” Taylor grunted and thanked him for another hard ass-pounding squarely on her cheeks.

I was impressed – Tom was hitting her as hard as he hit me.

“What are you, Fart Face?” Tom asked as he slapped her ass again, just as hard.

“Eight, Sir. I am a cunt! And an asshole! Master! Such a dumb cunt! Thank you for making me realize it, Master!” Taylor was moaning to herself halfway between agony and ecstasy from Lucifer’s potent and unforgiving touch.

There was a line from the Addams’s Family Movie that I loved. Morticia is talking to Gomez and she tells him, “Last night, you were howling and braying like a wild animal, tearing and gnawing, and you really scared me….Do it again.”

It encapsulated my feelings about my husband’s raw strength and dominance.

“You will keep the hair between your ass-cheeks shaven, your pits shaven, your legs shaven, you will do it daily and develop it as a habit,” Tom told her as he flailed against her ass.

“Are you going to check me, Sir? Oouchie! That was nine! I mean eight, Master!” Taylor said breathlessly.

She had been spanked nine times.

Taylor didn’t miscount – she just made one of the classic new submissive mistakes.

Tom is very analytic and deals with network guys and software engineers every day. He would never lose count under any circumstances. Sometimes, when a girl is really wanting to ride the lightning and is actually getting off on being spanked, though, she’ll pretend to forget and drop a number just to get one more out of him.

Tom is very precise – if he says twenty, he doesn’t mean nineteen or twenty-one, he means twenty.

“Stand up,” Tom said, stopping the punishment. I thought he would set her straight right then.

“Taylor, this is no game to get your kicks.” Tom was sickened by her taking pleasure in his use of one of his most stringent paddles. He had whips and spikes and needles, but as paddles go, this one was a solid pain stick.

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to miscount.” Taylor knew she’d been caught miscounting without Tom saying she had. That confirmed my suspicion she had done it intentionally.

“I’m going to give you the choice,” Tom told her.

“What is the choice, Master?” Taylor was breathing heavy, her bare chest heaving and sighing. One of the alligator clips had actually popped off during the rough spanking. Tom told her to bend over and pick it up.

“My hands are cuffed behind my back, Sir,” she reminded him.

“I didn’t ask you if they were cuffed behind your back.” Tom told her that he had cuffed them behind her back and knew very well that they were connected. “I told you to pick it up. You have several others means you could use to pick it up. How did you pick up Janie’s fork?” he reminded her.

Taylor took a breath and dove to the floor chest first. She picked up the clip with her mouth and popped up, tits bouncing as she did.

Tom said, “Very good.” and took it from her mouth. He applied it to her left nipple before telling her that he would let her make the choice after she had had a chance to cool down. “I think these nipple clamps may actually make it harder for that to happen,” Tom took the freshly applied clip and the one that had remained steadfast on her right nipple and applied one to her nostril and the other to her tongue.

She did not look amused – her face turned a bright red.

Tom sent her to the corner where she remained with her hands behind her back.

“Can I start to prepare dinner, Sir?” I asked when there was time.

Tom told me that he needed to take a break, and that Taylor would be helping me with dinner. “Come with me.” He said that he wanted me to give me my present.

“Oh really?” I was ecstatic. I hadn’t forgotten the package he’d brought home earlier for me, but I expected him to bring it out to play with later tonight.

The kids asked if they could go do other things while we took a break, and Tom told them yes, but not to leave. Dinner would be soon, and he wanted them to know whatever it is that Taylor decided.

Tom took me upstairs and locked our bedroom door. I started to get wet immediately.

“Suck my cock, slut,” Tom ordered, and I instantly fell to my knees to obey cheerfully. Tom had trained me to use my mouth to unzip his pants and remove his cock from his underwear. I kneeled with my hands on my ass-cheeks, still wearing what I wore for our bike ride today. Tom told me to peel off my clothes and I undressed while holding his semi-flaccid cock in my mouth.

He tasted warm and inviting – like a man. I used to be disgusted by the taste of stale, sweaty balls, but now I looked forward to him stuffing my mouth. I could undress myself while I sucked his dick, and I never wore panties or a bra, so it was a simple matter to be naked.

“Titty fuck my dick, and I’ll jizz on your face.” Tom said he needed some release after what was happening downstairs.

“I understand, Master.” I wrapped his fully hard, thick member between my tits like I was sheathing a sword and began to glide up and down. I spit down onto his cock, gently letting my drool fall onto the head of his dick and lubricate it so it slid between my tits like it would have if it had been in my loins.

“No, you do not,” Tom said bluntly and stopped me from fucking his dick with my tits. “You don’t understand – I was getting turned on downstairs. I shouldn’t have been, and I’d just decided that she was going to shave her pussy and ass for me going forward,” Tom said with a guilty expression on his face.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t want to stop our love-making, and I also didn’t really want to think about the fact he was saying he was sexually attracted to his own daughter.

He clarified that he wasn’t, but that seeing bare pussy and tits jiggle were making him aroused. “Taylor…I mean Fart Face…when it’s just us it can be Taylor,” Tom sounded frustrated. “I’ve trained many girls and I’ve always enjoyed it, but I usually maintained my composure. I’m not like most of the guys at the dungeon who are looking to get laid. I know I’ve got you and I own you – and you’re what I want,” Tom assured me.

I melted a little at how sweet that was to say.

“That gives me the confidence not to be all handsy and grabby with the girls in the dungeon who want to be trained. I knew I was getting laid one way or the other. My appeal to them was they may want me and they can’t have me. I could whip a woman after tying her to a post, or dripping wax all over her body, and treat it like an experiment in discipline. However, today, I found myself getting hard several times. I obviously cannot handle this. I want to go downstairs and give Taylor a choice. She can go back to being Taylor and stop before any of this begins at her school. I’ll make it very tempting and tell her that IF she fucks up she’ll be back in this situation, and declare victory for scaring her straight.”

We used to be very active in a local dungeon that had weekend hours. You paid a small fee to come and play in a public setting with other like-minded people. Tom got to know the owner of the club and eventually started giving classes and doing demonstrations on various aspects of rope work and the BDSM lifestyle. We eventually received complimentary entry because we volunteered so much there.

“What’s the other choice, Master?” I asked – wishing he would put his quickly shrinking cock in my mouth again.

“What do you mean, ‘other choice’? That IS the choice, stop now.” Tom seemed confused by my question.

I clarified and asked what the alternative was. “If you are asking her to make a choice but only give her one option – what’s is the other option?” I asked.

Tom hadn’t thought about that – this had been a hasty retreat to confide his concerns in me. “I mean,” Tom was struggling for words, “I can’t see how she would make any other choice if I position this so we both save face. I can give her a warning and say that she had a taste of discipline and she can stop her discipline.”

“You just heard her refer to herself as a cunt, and a stupid one at that, Master.” I was still kneeling naked before my husband, so I took his cock hanging down above my head into my mouth and began to suck on it without instruction from him.

“That was in the heat of the moment,” Tom said, adding “She was saying it because I told her she was one!” He looked like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

“You’re an amazing trainer. You turn me on no matter how twisted or cruel you are to me, because I crave submitting to you, Master. Do you think those women you trained in the public dungeons during those demonstrations weren’t turned on just because you kept YOUR composure, Master?” I gobbled his now fully erect cock all the way to the base, and then released it with my mouth so that I could kiss the tip of his dick over and over as I worshipped it.

“Most of those girls were easily impressed.” Tom had a difficult time taking compliments, just like his daughter. “This is different,” Tom told me, and explained how he felt we’d crossed a line. “This is just rapidly snowballing, and I’m not sure if those two girls downstairs know their ass from a hole in the ground. I could see all this blowing up in our face.” He sounded worried.

I liked him confident – this was not attractive.

I slurped down the base of his cock, crisscrossing the vein with my tongue as I lapped playfully at his balls. I never used my hands while sucking dick – I had been trained to get him off with my mouth and to prolong or finish it based on his desires.

“You aren’t worried about those details, Master.” I didn’t want to call Tom a liar, but I knew these were secondary concerns at best. He was worried that he had gotten turned on and I understood. “There are very sexual elements to training a woman because her sex is what you use to motivate her – controlling it,” I repeated a lesson he had taught me initially when this all began. “You already told me the solution to the problem, and it is unlike you to just run away or back down from anything,” I said.

“I am not backing down.” Tom was vehement about that and added with a little more consideration that he was just considering a course correction.

“You aren’t correcting course, Master.” I apologized for being so blunt, but to continue his metaphor told him he was heading back for port.

“So what is the solution that I already came up with?” Tom was enjoying how I treated his dick like an ice cream cone with my mouth as I spoke, the vibrations from my words playing along the tender skin of his dick. I pressed my left thumb to disengage my gag reflex – I wasn’t sure if that was psychosomatic, but it had always helped me before – and stuffed his hard member down my throat a few times before I offered him the solution he’d already mentioned.

“You said that you didn’t feel anything for those girls because you knew you were going to get laid anyway. You never see the boys in a rock band grabbing all over girls. You see the girls chasing them because they can’t have them. They’re aloof and confident and are going to get laid several times while on tour by as many women as they can take. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining, but we haven’t made love in a while, Master. You could use me to dump all of your cum and sexual energy – take me anytime you’re feeling even slightly horny and then get back to disciplining her,” I suggested.

“I’ve become turned-on watching you train in the living room too – your attention when you get aroused will satiate that for me in the same way, Master,” I promised.

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“I told her I was going to give her a choice.” Tom suggested he still give Taylor the choice he was willing to offer her. I made him cum without being told – but I didn’t feel entirely guilty about it. His toes curl up nicely when he is about to ejaculate, and he shot such a hot load of cum down my mouth that even I found it difficult to swallow it all at once.

I did, of course, but I was impressed with his load – it was spectacular. I told him there was something about gobbling and swallowing cum that made me feel submissive inside on a level that was primal.

“Our daughter is actually talking to us, thanking us for things, and showing signs she’s willing to change,” I reminded him. I smacked my lips to show him the white-gummy goo in my mouth as I played with it for him. “You want to stop or stay where she is in training?” I asked.

Tom said that it should be her choice anyway. “You can lead a horse to drink, but you cannot flog it,” he mentioned an old inside joke from years ago. A drunk guy had said that to him and then passed out shortly after at the bar.

“You know, it finally all makes sense after all these years, Master.” I said playfully that the old man had always been right. “We thought it was just insane gibberish. Who knew we would be taking parenting tips from a drunk in a bar!”

“Don’t make me punish you for sarcasm,” Tom flicked my bare nipple and pinched it hard. “I was kidding, but what would you have me do, then? You heard her downstairs. She asked how I would tell if she was shaved smooth and completely. This is all escalating, and I’ve been trying to deal with it, and now you say you have a plan?”

“Well, you would tell if she’s hairless and fit for service the same way you do with me, Master?” I said.

“I inspect you by sticking my hand in your pussy, up your ass, and putting two fingers down your throat to test your gag reflex after running my hands over every crevice of your body to feel you for wetness and hair,” Tom reminded me of the ritual we performed at least once a day.

“You could do that now if you doubt I am shaved, Master. I am, after all, possibly lying about it,” I smiled invitingly.

Tom stood me up and squatted down, eye level to my bare pussy as he rubbed it with his hands. He made a fist and began working it into my pussy. I never thought I would enjoy fisting, but Tom’s rough hand in my pussy is like no sex toy in our closet!

“You could do an abbreviated version like when we first got together. You just stuck one finger in me in all three holes,” I reminded him.

“I also kept you completely naked at all times,” Tom reminded me. We didn’t have family visits, or kids, or really any vanilla friends at the time.

“The pizza guy enjoyed that,” I smirked at him, and he remembered the times I answered the door completely naked, just to see the reaction of the pizza delivery guy. Most of them were pleasantly surprised, but some said they saw women do that two or three times a week.

“Okay, here is what I will offer her.” Tom laid it out for me.

He also showed me the gift that he brought home from the Adult Mega Store.

I thought from the size of the box it was a new sex toy for the collection.

It was a simple silver ingot to be worn on a necklace.

The inscription read

The Girl Locked In This Collar Is A Slave

Demand Devotion

Punish If Disobedient.

I told Tom it was one of the sweetest gifts he had ever bought me, and that I agreed with his decision, and I would support his offer to Taylor; all while I squatted naked at his feet, basking in the taste of his semen draining down my throat.