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 A Father's Replacement Chapter 4 By Lee Davey Comments welcome at
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   Chapter 4 Jon bounced up and down banging his head painfully once more
against the roof of the truck as the vehicle finally pulled to a juddering
stop.  He had been manhandled into the trunk by Donna and her two sons with
little concern for his well-being; the last scene he saw before the
darkness engulfed him was the grinning face of Donna and the shamefaced
looks on the two boys as the darkness took him.  By the length of time he
had been jostled in the trunk he guessed that he had been taken to Donna's
home, a guess that was proven correct when the trunk was opened and he was
dragged to his feet on the long driveway leading to Donna's home.  Looking
around Jon could see that the driveway meandered through the middle a large
secluded lawn, the evening sun now dipping behind the row of tall trees
arranged around the garden.  The house they had pulled up in front of was a
large well-built home fronted by clean white stone, a most impressive house
as befitted the officer in charge of the nearby army base.  Jon had last
been to the house just a month ago when Colonel Stopford, Donna's husband,
had returned for a short time from his tour of duty.  Donna had taken the
opportunity to hold a small event with the local army wives to which his
mother had been invited, However Jon conceded when he had attended at that
time he had been fully dressed in his Sunday finest, whereas today he found
himself being rudely shoved up the gravel path completely naked, the loose
gravel of the drive digging painfully into the soles of his feet. 
Stumbling on the gravel he fell forward his hands and knees crushing into
the unforgiving gravel a cry issuing from his lips at the pain.  A moment
later Jon fell further forward aided by a hefty blow to his exposed
backside.  "Oooofffff" Jon fell forward his bony chest joining his skinned
knees and palms in a chorus of pain.  Jon looked back at Donna, who had
kicked him hard in the backside causing his second fall, in hurt
accusation. "Get up boy before I really lose my temper and do something we
will both regret" Donna laughed bending down.  Aiding the boy to stand by
hooking two fingers into the Jon's' nostrils and heaving the boy up, who
struggled to his feet in order to prevent his nose from being ripped off.
Pulling her fingers loose she wiped them clean on the boys' cheek, laughing
at the trailing snot that she left dribbling down Jon's face.  Still
laughing she caught Jon by the arm pulling him after her towards the side
of the house where the entrance to the kitchen lay.  Jon looked around the
kitchen absently rubbing his arm where Donna's hand had gripped him so
tightly it had left a red mark.  The kitchen was dominated by a large pine
kitchen table at which Donna had seated herself picking up a sheaf of
writing paper that lay there.  "Stand over there" Donna ordered pointing to
the other end of the table.  Conscious of his nudity and the fact that two
older boys stood close at hand Jon did as he was bid, believing that now
was perhaps not the best time to consider disobedience.  "And move those
things out of the way; stand straight to attention, arms to your side". 
Jon complied his hands moving away from covering his small genitals where
they had reflexively gone as if to protect him as he stood in front of this
dangerous woman.  "Now Jon" Donna continued when she was finally satisfied
with the boys posture, "You are staying with me because you obviously
cannot control your vile boy urges.  A lack of control that caused you to
do...unsavoury things with your mother, acts which frankly should be
unthinkable for a child your age.  In discussion with your mother it has
been agreed that I will train you in self-control.  Should you manage to
learn self-control then it may be possible for you to return to your
family. If you cannot" a sick smile crossed Donna's face, "then control
will be forced upon you.  Show them what I mean Bradley." The 16 year old
boy looked like he was going to risk but only for a moment, the look on his
mother's face indicating that any reluctance would be unwise.  Bradley
stepped into the middle of the room and pulled his t-shirt off revealing a
well-muscled body, with a sulky look that Bradley only managed to half hide
he lowered his pants and stepped out of them and then slowly walked over to
stand next to his mother.  Jon noted two things immediately.  The first was
that the teenager was not wearing any underwear.  The second was that the
boys' large penis was encased in a plastic tube.  A tube that completely
covered the boys' penis forcing it to bend down a metal tie hooked the
device around the large painfully swollen testicles of the boy.  "That is a
chastity belt Jon.  It is designed to prevent your disgusting boy parts
from becoming erect and thus being used as a method of self-abuse or as a
weapon against the female sex.  My first thought had been simply to cut you
disgusting pee pee off solving the problem for good, fortunately for you
boy your mother insisted that we call that plan 'B'.  After that I had
thought to fit you with a belt but I fear that would be too late.  Bradley
has worn one since I caught him playing with himself when he was 11, but
that was before he could even conceive of molesting a woman like you did.
Even if Bradley is no threat to innocent girls onanism is a sin and quite
unacceptable, therefore Bradley was fitted with this wonderful device, and
I as his loving mother ensure that his mind is not affected by abnormal
sexual urges and that his prostate is milked weekly to ensure his pipes are
cleaned out.  Jon was unsure what onanism meant but thought he could guess,
a wave of sympathy for the 16 year old boy came to Jon, as he thought of
going through puberty excluded from the one activity that most preoccupied
all boys of that age.  Donna ignored Jon spending her time casually
fondling her sons' muscular buttocks, a finger gently caressing the outside
of the chastity belt.  Such an action had the effect of hardening Bradley's
penis, as Donna intended, until he groaned in pain as the belt constricted
his penis and prevented his erection.  "I had planned to fit you with one
of Bradleys' or Jamie's' old belts to control yourself." Donna continued.
Jon looked over to where Jamie stood seeing a blush spread across the boy's
cheek confirming to Jon that Jamie also wore such a device.  "However you
need to take responsibility for your urges child, and the fear is that a
pervert like you may somehow find a way out of any chastity belt and force
himself on some innocent young girl.  No in your case I believe the
opposite tack may be more appropriate.  Yes I believe it would be
instructive for you to be forced into unwanted sexual activities several
times a day until you learn just how painful unwanted sexual attention can
be.  Then you may have some empathy for your poor mother and what she
suffered at your hand." Donna was panting now her hand having strayed down
to her eldest son's testicles, fondling them with increasing firmness,
ignoring the boys squirming discomfit.  "But I forget myself" Donna
released her son who gave an audible gasp of relief, "First things first I
must explain the rules of your stay in this house, and" a smile broke out
on her face, "the results of not obeying them Jon darling." Jon shuffled
his feet as he watched Donna take a pair of spectacles from a pocket and
placing them upon her nose began to read.  "Obey these little rules Jon and
your time here will go much easier, understand?  You must show the utmost
respect to all other residents and guests of this house.  You are to remain
naked at all times, unless I have given permission otherwise.  You are not
to speak to me unless in response to a direct question.  You are never to
have an erection in front of a woman unless ordered to do so.  When ordered
to obtain an erection you must do so within 30 seconds and maintain that
erection until told.  You are only allowed to orgasm when permitted to do
so by me or another adult.  When ordered to do so you must reach orgasm
within 10 seconds." Donna pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked at
Jamie who had raised his hand.  "Yes what is it son, can't you see I am
busy?" she asked tetchily as her rising excitement at the thoughts of what
she would inflict on the boy suddenly interrupted.  "Why does he get to
have erections and orgasms and such?  It's not fair I have never, ever been
allowed, not once.  And it wasn't even me it was Brad who was playing with
himself not me" Jamie pouted his anger and frustration overcoming his
common sense in speaking so to his mother.  Donna's face clouded in fury at
her son's insubordination.  "How dare you Jamie.  Just because Jon is here
do not think that you will be permitted to talk so to me.  Now go to the
basement and fetch the punishment whip, the heavy punishment whip.  I will
deal with you after I have finished with Jon" Donna thundered.  Jamie burst
into tears and ran from the room as Donna shouted at him.  Jon watched in
astonished fear at the sight.  Like most boys his age he knew spankings
were still common, after all he had had a few, but the sound of 'heavy
punishment whip' suggested something more than a few spanks on the botty.
Donna controlled herself with a visible effort before sitting down and once
more picking up the list of special rules she had prepared for Jon's
benefit.  "Now where was I...Oh yes here we go.  You are never to refuse me
or any other adult in this house, or any one authorised by such an adult
access to any part of your body at anytime, anywhere.  Permission to go to
toilet, wash, eat or undertake any bodily function must be asked for, and
you will be closely monitored at all such activities, to ensure no hanky
panky.  You will apply yourself to the variety of physical exercises that I
have prepared for you.  As hopefully you will be so tired that you lustful
urges will be more easily controlled.  So Jon if you follow these few
simple rules then your stay here will be as painful as could reasonably be
expected.  Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am" Jon replied understanding the
rules quite well, the difficulty he was having was believing them. 
Fortunately for Jon he was interrupted by the return of the still crying
Jamie before he could query the woman's mad rules.  "That's good timing
Jamie.  We can now demonstrate what happens to little boys who forget their
manners or in your case Jon" she nodded to Jon who did not see as his
attention was firmly focused on what Jamie was holding, "on little boys who
break the rules." Jon watched as Jamie walked over to the table dropping
the bulky object he carried onto the table with a thunk.  Obviously well
practiced in what awaited him Jamie immediately stripped naked.  The clear
chastity cage he wore around his penis identical to his older brothers just
quite a bit smaller.  Jamie then laid face down on the table his encased
penis just dangling off the end, legs wide apart.  Donna watched until her
son was in position before standing and picking up the object that Jamie
had dropped.  Without turning she ordered Bradley to ready the cleansing
solution, who upon hearing this walked quickly towards a large fridge
freezer that sat purring away quietly in a corner of the kitchen.  For a
moment Donna ran her fingers through the object feeling tingles ripple
through her already damp pussy.  She was she knew a sadist and obtained
much pleasure from inflicting pain, particularly upon her sons. 
Unfortunately her husband had restrained her from going too far with their
children, forbidding some of the more extreme punishments that she spent
many hours inventing.  It was for this reason that Donna had nearly leapt
in joy when Shelly foolishly confided her mistake to her.  Donna knew that
she could have used the indiscretion to make punish Shelly severely. 
However she soon went a step further and knowing the weakness of Shelly and
used it as an opportunity to give her access to Jon's defenceless body.  In
truth she preferred torturing children, their innocence being so much
higher, and their tolerance of pain so much lower.  Having two boys herself
she would have preferred to enjoy herself with sweet little Sarah's body,
or even Mary's.  However she would settle for Jon, perhaps she purred to
herself there will be the opportunity to get my hands on the girls as well.
Shaking herself back to the present she walked to where Jon stood and
dangled the ominous looking martinet before his eyes.  "This Jon is a
martinet.  Have you heard of them?  No.  Well they are rare outside of
France.  It is a small heavy whip with 10 strips of leather designed
specifically to punish small naughty boys who question their mother." Donna
stated swishing the martinet back and forth for a few moments.  'Boy that
is a very specific whip' thought Jon sarcastically 'Those French think of
everything.' Fortunately Jon was neither foolish nor brave enough to give
voice to those thoughts.  Donna caressed the smooth handle a full 10 inches
long and 2 inches in diameter, a most appropriate size for Donna to enjoy
in private after punishing her children with it.  "Now of course tough
young boys like mine" Donna continued slapping her 13 year olds pale
buttock would laugh off something as simple as a martinet.  After all some
parents frequently use them on very young children no more than 4 or 5
years of age.  No full grown children of your age need something a little
more instructive, that's why I have added a little something extra.  Jon
looked closer in morbid curiosity and saw interweaved along each of the
supple strips of leather was a metallic strip.  The strip of wire Jon noted
would easily turn a nasty tool of discipline into a flesh ripping weapon of
boy destruction.  "Now Jon Jamie here was disrespectful to me which would
normally warrant a severe punishment.  However given the stressful day we
have all had I am willing to make allowances and only give him the mildest
punishment given in this house.  What is that Jamie?" "A dozen licks Mum"
Jamie replied his voice sniffly and snotty following his tears.  Donna
grunted acceptance of the boy's response never taking her eyes of Jon. 
"Now Jon I want you to pay careful attention as I am absolutely certain you
will find yourself in a similar position very soon" Donna purred her
fingers caressing the rounded tip of the martinet.  As directed by a wave
of Donna's hand he moved to one side his eyes fastened on the pale buttocks
of the 13 year old boy bending over the table in front of him.  Jon noted
that his buttocks appeared to a have a number of pale white scar marks
across them, that Jon suspected rightly came from the boys many previous
beatings.  His gaze trailed down to examine the young boys testicles their
hairless beauty only marred by a small bar that held the boys chastity belt
in place.  Jon compared them to the older brother's testicles that spouted
a thick patch of blond pubic hairs, as Bradley came to stand next to his
mother, one hand holding a jar of some unknown substance, the other what
looked like a paint brush.  Jon's examination abruptly stopped as Donna
without warning raised her hand back and lashed a blow with all her might
against her son's buttocks.  The metal encrusted strips covered the small
boys buttocks completely, and when the lashes were withdrawn Jon could see
a number of deep red marks, a few spotted darker with pinpricks of blood.
Fwisssh, THUDDD....  Jamie's body stiffened as the 2nd blow hit the already
ravaged bum.  Jon felt sick as he saw a few streaks of blood appear of the
lashes were withdrawn for another stroke.  Two more quick strokes were
driven into the boy who somehow managed to bear them without uttering a
sound, though his upper body twisted and his mouth seemed to give of a
silent scream of pain.  Jon felt his bladder tremble at the sight of
Jamie's wealed and bloody buttocks.  The entire area from tailbone to the
area where bum become thigh was a bright red hue, marred with half a dozen
streaks of blood where the metal strips had sliced into the flesh.  "Now
Bradley will apply some anti-infection cream to prevent any infection"
Donna explained "The solution is a combination of ground rock salt crystal
and lemon juice in a honey base.  All three of these ingredients are good
natural infection preventers.  You see Jon I don't want to hurt my
children" Donna showed no indication of any irony in her words "A boys
punishment should sting a little bit not result in permanent harm." Donna
nodded to Bradley who dipped the brush into the pot and withdrew the brush
now dripping with a thick golden coloured fluid.  Moving to his brother
Bradley applied the brush in slow strokes up and down the cheeks thickly
coating the boys abused cheeks.  The effect was instantaneous at first
Jamie grunted as the lemon juice began seeping into the wounds.  When the
ground salt began to have its effect a low moan built from the boy's throat
until a sobbing screech of agony came from his lips, despite his desperate
efforts, as evidenced by a trickle of blood from a bitten lower lip, to
keep quiet.  "Arrrrggghhhh it burns, it burns, stop it, stop it
pleasseeee." Jamie begged to no effect.  "Jamie you know better than to
speak during punishment" Donna spoke calmly "That means 3 penalty strokes,
hands back and prepare child." Jamie reluctantly moved his hands back and
pulled his bleeding cheeks apart allowing his small pink starfish of an
anus to appear.  "You see Jon boys in this household are required to show
manly resolve in enduring their righteous punishment.  Squealing like a
little girl is not allowed." As Donna stopped speaking she flicked the
martinet, more gently than before, directly onto Jamie's poopy hole.  A
suppressed grunt issued from Jamie who managed to endure the stinging cut
to his now sore hole, a feat that grew harder with the next two equally
accurate stinging flicks.  With relief Jamie finally let go of his spread
cheeks and gripped the edge of the table once more to await the remaining 8
blows.  The remaining 8 blows and two applications of agony inducing honey
took over ½ an hour to apply.  Jamie despite incredible, to Jon's eye'
endurance broke down twice more, resulting in a further 6 painful slicing
cuts to his anus.  The final set of three finally causing an ooze of blood
to seep from the boys' anus.  Jon nearly lost control of his bladder as he
watched this 'mild' punishment proceed.  Watching as trickles of blood
streaked honey dripped down the 13 year old legs making it appear as if the
boy had suffered a case of bloody diarrhoea.  Finally satisfied as she
delivered the last blow Donna handed the martinet to Bradley and ordered
him to wipe the blood off of the metalled blades and return it to the
basement.  Then she helped her son to his weak kneed feet and kissed him
gently on the cheek.  "Well done my love" she cooed into the boy's ear, the
slime from her own secret orgasm she had enjoyed as she flogged her son
trickling into her panties.  Long practiced in flogging her sons she had
soon learnt to hide her enjoyment, to prevent her husband questioning her
parenting motives when he watched his wife regularly beat his sons.  "Jon
help Jamie up to his room, he will show you where it is.  For tonight you
will stay in the boys room, after tonight I will make a decision as to
where you will sleep." Her tongue licked her lips suggestively "and both of
you remember no horseplay.  Otherwise I will have to punish both of you
more severely."