Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 060
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: mf MF D/s

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 60
Breakfast at Nellis'

      Ten minutes' time found Robert sitting at the table, staring pensively
into his coffee cup as he tried to anticipate the next requirement of their
new situation.

      "Master?" Merry asked diffidently, "About the $20 thing..."

      "Yes?" Obviously, from his tone, this was dangerous ground.

      "I spend hundreds at the grocery store, regularly..."

      "But individual items of food seldom cost $20.  On the other hand,
much of the ancillary crap that comes in the door does.  I expect you to
discover the difference between what we need and what you want - and I
expect you to impart this lesson to our daughter!  No DVDs, no clothing, no
expensive 'stuff' that doesn't even get used - I will beat you if you leave
me with the perception that you fail to understand.  DO you understand?"

      "Y-yes, Master."

      "Good.  Now, I think you need to go around and collect the family and
their guests and determine what we're having for breakfast, don't you?"
Robert went back to his coffee.

      Merry found Dina and Bobby on the couch.  "Dina, you were SUPPOSED to
sleep in your room!"

      Dina opened one eye.  "S'Okay, Mum - we didn't..." The eye focused.
"Uh..."

      Merry looked down upon her daughter and smiled gently.  "Get used to
it, Dear - I bit the bullet.  This will probably be the least of it."

      Dina giggled.  "Oh, boy, life is going to be interesting around here!"

      Merry smiled, "Well, you predicted it!"

      Bobby rolled over and opened his eyes, being careful not to dislodge
Dina. "Good morning Mrs. N-n..."  Speech petered out as he goggled at Dina's
mother, standing in front of the couch stark naked!

      "Good morning, Bobby," Merry smiled gently while contriving to ignore
his loss of composure.  "I'm trying to discover what everyone wants for
breakfast.  Any ideas?"

      Dina's brow wrinkled momentarily. "Waffles," she announced.

      Merry accepted this and turned to Bobby.  "Bobby?"

      Bobby tore his eyes from the visual feast, and replied, "Uh, yeah -
that sounds good!"

      Merry smiled benignly.  "Fine.  You two go get cleaned up.  Dina, I
may need help in the kitchen if your father decides to buck the current."

      Dina directed an, "Okay, Mum," at her mother's departing back as Merry
swayed out of the room.  Turning her attention to Bobby, she announced, "So
now you know what I'll look like in 20 years and after two children.  Think
it's a selling point?"

      Bobby tore his eyes away from the sway of Merry's departing hips.
"Uh, yeah!  Like I needed to be further sold!  What's up?"

      "Mum and Pop have been redefining their relationship. They needed it,
bad.  Apparently, Mum sold herself into slavery this morning, and Pop told
her she could do without clothes."

      "She's gonna be like that ALL DAY?!"

      Dina was unperturbed, "I'm thinking that it will be for the
foreseeable future.  Fortunately for us all, she's not hard to look at..."

      "Huh!  I'll say!" Bobby retorted.

      "You must have died and gone to Heaven!  How many naked women have you
seen this week?" Dina teased.

      "Four!" Bobby grinned.  "And I'm NOT complaining!"

      "Let's go get cleaned up."


      Merry opened Rick's door and strode in.  Mandi was sitting astride
Rick, obviously impaled upon his erection, rolling her hips gently while he
massaged both of her breasts.  "Morning, Dears!"

      Both froze, caught first by her surprise entrance, then by the picture
she presented.  Mandi began to scramble off Rick.

      Merry stuck her hands out, "No, no, don't stop!  That's why I walked
right in!  I knew that if I knocked, you two would be interrupted!"

      Mandi settled back onto Rick, and resumed her motion, eyes locked with
Merry, who smiled.

      Rick reached back up and resumed mauling Mandi's nipples, while
watching his mother's crinkle at the sight of their activity.  "Yes, Mum?"

      "I'm taking breakfast orders.  Dina and Bobby have requested waffles.
What would you like?"

      Mandi grinned, "I've had breakfast!" licking her lips.

      Merry grinned back, "So have I - but wouldn't you like some
carbohydrates to go with your protein?"  All three of them laughed.

      Mandi continued moving.  Her eyes were beginning to glaze, helped
somewhat by the picture Merry presented. Waving at her dishabille, Mandi
asked Merry, "Does this mean what I think it does?"

      Merry nodded gravely.  "I submitted permanently this morning.  Robert
hasn't beaten me - yet - but the iron fist has escaped the velvet glove a
couple of times.  I've escaped serious consequences by being VERY compliant,
but it's a minefield out there."  Turning her attention to Rick, she
continued, "Dear, this is how your father has indicated he wants me to go
around the house."

      Sweat was beginning to bead on Rick's upper lip; Mandi was having an
effect on his second hard-on of the morning, and the sight presented by his
nude mother wasn't helping - or maybe it was, depending on your point of
view. "Good for him!  You've kept that hidden for too long!  That's a
helluva body!"

      Merry blushed, "Hmmm.  Yes.  Well, back to breakfast?"

      "A waffle might be okay, but I think I'd like an egg or two, too.
Maybe some bacon," Rick replied.

      "Okay.  Eggs the usual way?" Merry asked.

      "Yeah."

      Mandi was working hard to stay with the conversation.  "How is that?
I'll need to know."

      Merry smiled, "Over easy. What about you?"

      "The same, I think.  I - (gasp) - don't remember.  Does that include -
ooohhh - a waffle?"

      "Yes, Dear."

      "Okay."  Mandi waved vaguely.  The rotations had become a distinct
bounce, and Mandi had no more attention for anyone but Rick.

      Merry backed out, smiling.  As the door closed behind her, Mandi cried
"I need THIS over hard - NOW!"  She dropped forward over Rick, who grabbed
her to him and rolled until he was upright, then began stroking at a pace
designed to sate their increased urgency.


      Merry arrived downstairs somewhat flushed.  As she entered the
kitchen, Robert took in the breathlessness, the flush, the tight aureoles,
and the elongated nipples. "Something up?"

      Merry blushed.  "Rick and Mandi were ... engaged."

      Merry's obvious arousal provided an opportunity that Robert decided
not to pass up.  "Come here," he directed, "and tell me about it."  Merry
came close, as directed. "Be graphic," he continued, locking eyes with her,
"...and masturbate."

      Merry blushed an even darker shade. "I-I can't! It'd be..."

      "It'd be what I TOLD you to do!" Robert remonstrated firmly. He
reached out and began teasing an erect nipple.

      "O-Okay." Reveling in Robert's caress, Merry slipped a hand down to
cup her pudenda, and began slowly sliding a finger along her nether lips
from the bottom to the hood of her clitoris.  She took a deep breath,
soaking in the wicked sensations that her master had relieved her of the
responsibility for seeking.  "I heard noises outside the door, so I walked
right in, figuring that if I knocked, they'd start scrambling around and
stop what they were doing. Mandi - she's quite beautiful, you know? - was
straddling Rick, facing him.  When I came in, she was just rotating her
hips, but I surprised her and she started to get up.  It became obvious that
she had been impaled on Rick's cock - he's quite well endowed, you know?
She rose up as far as she could without moving her legs before I stopped
her, and he was still inside!"  Merry stopped to gasp.  The flush was even
more pronounced, and she had begun to tremble.  Soft, liquid sounds were
coming from the vicinity of the now puffy lips of her quim, where her hand
was working furiously. Robert began enveloping her breasts with his hands,
starting around the base and caressing toward the nipples, which he pulled
and tweaked before starting again.  "Uh, she settled back down, and they
began to go at it again.  Rick was mostly just lying there - ummmm - and
Mandi was rotating her hips.  I could see that seeing me was arousing for
both of them.  Ahhhh... I told them of my submission, and that you had
instructed me to remain nude, and - uunh - Rick, bless his heart, approved,
loudly.  Ohhhh... We managed to work our way through the breakfast order,
but it was a near thing for Mandi."  Merry stopped and gasped.  She was
glassy-eyed, remembering the scene, while her hand blurred over her clitoris
and Robert mauled her nipples. "She - uhh - stopped rotating and started
moving up and down, and - ooh - obviously had little attention to spare.
Rick - ahhh - was also losing his composure as I left them alone. Uhh - I -
ooh - heard them flip over as I closed the door so Rick could start - eeee -
stroking..."

      Both of them had had enough. Robert surged out of his chair and
directed, "Bend over the table!"  Merry complied, and Robert rubbed the
dripping head of his engorged cock along the open lips of her slit.

      "Oh, please!" Merry whined, and Robert drove his erection into Merry
in one long stroke. Such was Merry's level of excitement that the single
stroke triggered her orgasm. "Waaah! Ogodogodogodogod! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Follow-
on strokes just added to the joy.  Robert was ruthless with her, but she was
more than ready, eagerly driving back to meet his pounding strokes.  They
were quick - no more than 90 seconds elapsed before Robert collapsed over
Merry's back, spewing spunk into her welcoming channel - but Merry was
already on her second orgasm, the contractions from which had triggered
Robert's final ascent.  After a moment, Robert managed to pull her down,
still impaled, to sit on his lap on a chair, relieving their shaky legs.
Merry contrived to rotate 90 degrees, so as to sit across Robert's lap.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she bussed him firmly on the lips.
"Thank you, Master!  That was incredible!" she bubbled.

      "It WAS quite a show!" declared Dina from the kitchen doorway.  Merry
and Robert looked up to find Dina and Bobby standing in the doorway.  Dina
was somewhat flushed, and Bobby had obviously forgotten the hand he had
wrapped around her right breast under her nightie in his surprise at their
deliberate exposure.

      Merry blushed to the roots; Robert was apparently unperturbed. "Get
used to it," he announced, "From here on out, I plan to take your mother
whenever and wherever it pleases me - and having an audience adds a certain
amount of spice to the act!"  He stuck his tongue in Merry's ear, eliciting
a squeal, then swatted her on the rump.  "Up, Wench!  Breakfast!"  Merry
collected herself, and headed for the bathroom, to be stopped by Robert's
roar, "WhereintheHell are YOU going?"

      Merry turned to face her master.  "Um, I was going to clean up,
Master," she responded tentatively, indicating the white dribble that had
begun rolling down the inside of her left thigh.

      "Hmph.  I went to a lot of work to put that there.  You can clean it
up when it hits your ankle - or anything that jumps to the floor directly -
otherwise leave it, for now.  I find it mildly erotic."

      "Kewl," Dina approved.  "Mum cooking breakfast with cum running down
her leg.  How domestic!"  Bobby nodded in agreement.  His biggest fear was
that he would cum just looking at her.

      "Very well, Master." Merry turned toward the cooking area.

      "Oh, and where hygiene allows, lick it up."  Robert smiled like a
shark

      Merry considered for a moment, realized that he had already granted a
certain amount of latitude with the hygiene clause, and resumed her duties.

      Robert turned his attention to Dina and Bobby.  "Bobby..." he
murmured, staring pointedly at the hand still attached to Dina's right
breast.

      Bobby blushed and dropped the hand, but Dina took issue: "Give it up,
Pop.  Bobby's on short numbers for having ALL of me!"  At Bobby's start of
surprise, she smiled, "You proved yourself some time back, Sweetie.  I'm
gonna keep ya!"

      Bobby let out a war whoop, and gathered Dina into his arms for a big
kiss.  Robert just shook his head.  Hurricane Dina had struck again.

      Robert was shaken from his reverie by the distinctive sound of bacon
frying.  "Merry!"

      "Yes, Master?" Merry turned from the stove to regard him.

      "In the kitchen, you may wear whatever amount of apron you can find to
provide adequate protection while cooking.  You are specifically authorized
to make the purchase.  I don't want to see burns on those pretty tits!"

      Merry smiled, "Yes, Master!"

      "It comes off when you leave the kitchen!" Robert warned.

      "Certainly, Master." The smile remained.

      At that point, Rick and Mandi entered the room, both bearing a look of
satisfaction.  Mandi was as gloriously nude as Merry; at Robert's raised
eyebrow, Rick waved at Merry, and responded, "It seemed only fair."

      Dina pouted and whined, "At this rate, I'm gonna have to go nekkid to
get any attention around here!"

      Mandi moved to assist Merry with the cooking.  After a moment, Merry
turned to Mandi and asked conspiratorially, "Everything go all right?"

      "Mmmm, just fine!" Mandi replied, smiling. A companionable silence
ensued for a few moments, then Mandi murmured, "M - Merry, is it?"  Merry
nodded. "You're leaking," she continued, watching a fat white drop slide
down the inside of Merry's left thigh.
       "We got in a bit, too," Merry replied, grinning. "My Master forbids
me to just wipe up after, but he says I can lick it up..."

      "Allow me!"  Mandi bent, collected the runaway juices on a finger, and
presented it to Merry, who sucked in the finger as if it were a miniature
cock.

      "Thanks!" Merry said, and the pair giggled conspiratorially.  Merry
shot a glance at Robert, who had caught the byplay and was grinning
approval.

      Breakfast, other than the unaccustomed display of feminine flesh, was
relatively normal.  However, as Dina and Bobby began to drift from the
table, Robert stood and cleared his throat.  "Excuse, me - I need everyone's
attention for a moment.  As I'm sure you're all aware, relationships have
changed this morning.  Because the legal ramifications of this change are
dubious, I feel the need to have Merry declare her status publicly to as
many witnesses as possible, for both our protection."  He looked around,
ensuring their collective attention. "Merry?"

      Merry sank to a kneeling position with her knees spread, facing at an
angle that allowed her to see both her audience at the table and her
standing husband/master.  She reached behind herself, capturing one wrist in
the other hand, forcing a vertical position with her breasts presented, and
looked toward her audience.  "I am slave," she announced. "This morning I
submitted myself to my Master," turning the attention to Robert, "and I am
his until he disposes of me in some manner.  I have no possessions.  My body
and the fruits of my labors belong to my Master, and his word is my law.  I
renounce all rights I might have to terminate this situation - it will end
if and when my Master sees fit, or I die."

      Everyone sat quietly for a moment, then a smattering of applause broke
out.

      Robert began laying out the ground rules.  "Merry is MY slave; she is
NOT yours!" he announced.  "As for you two," picking out Rick and Dina with
his eyes, "she is still your mother and will be treated with the proper
respect and obedience.  Any deviations from this pattern will be directed or
approved by ME!  No one is to take advantage of Merry's peculiar situation
without my approval.  Merry will remain nude at home, because I enjoy seeing
it.  While I don't intend to interfere with your social life, parading your
friends through here just for a thrill is frowned upon.  That doesn't mean
you cannot bring friends home, just operate normally - no peep shows! If
anyone is to make a buck off of the situation, it will be ME!  Understood?"

      Catching the eyes of his two children, he got solemn nods from both,
then continued, "Dina, this is going to cut into your lifestyle somewhat. I
have given Merry some strict spending guidelines, and they also apply to
expenditures on your behalf.  What I am saying to you is that if you wrap
your mother around your little finger over some expensive doodad, and she
breaks those rules she will be punished, and it will be YOUR FAULT.  Do you
understand?"  Robert glared at Dina for a moment, and she attempted - but
failed - to look properly contrite.  "Hmph, I see that you don't.  Very
well."  Robert left the room for a moment, then returned.  What he was
carrying when he did wasn't really recognized until he used it to deliver a
resounding whack to the top of the dining table.  Everybody jumped about a
foot, and Robert got everyone's attention, instantly.  He brandished the
whip, which appeared to be something resembling a riding crop, and looked
significantly at Dina. "When I said that your mother would be punished, I
meant that she would be beaten - severely - NOT given a 'good talking to'.
NOW do you understand?"

      Dina's eyes got as big as saucers, and she regarded her father with
new respect.  "Yes, Sir."

      Merry's eyes were also huge, and in a moment she began to shake.
Robert turned and regarded her, speaking gently, "Merry, thus far you have
been extremely compliant, and I am extremely pleased with you.  However, at
some point, you are going to make a mistake. You will balk, or disobey, or
exceed your station.  And you will meet with this..." Gently, he drew the
fringed end of the whip across her breasts.

      Stark terror awoke in Merry.  Her nipples awoke to the whip's caress
with apparent arousal, but they were errant traitors.  Merry's mother and
father had been of the old school, and Merry had been a stubborn child.
There hadn't been that many occasions when they resorted to corporal
punishment, but they had been memorable.  Merry knew pain.  Her father's
favorite instrument had been a thin, flexible switch freshly removed from a
living tree, which inflicted incredible pain and left vicious welts across
her bare bottom and upper thighs.  Those memories surged to the fore, and
with them came the serious resolve to do ANYTHING to avoid punishment.

      Robert continued in the same gentle tone, "Would you prefer an object
lesson - something to remember when contemplating disobedience?"  This might
sound crueler than it actually was; Robert didn't know of Merry's
experience, and thought that it might really be instructive.

      "N-!" Merry didn't finish the word - intelligence won out over her
terror. Taking a deep breath and composing herself, she delivered a more
schooled response, "M-master will do as he pleases - but this slave has been
beaten before. She begs her master to consider the lesson to be -
unnecessary."   Merry then broke position - in order to wrap both arms
around Robert's ankle and lay her head upon it.

      Robert considered, then: "Since you phrased it so adroitly, I will
accede to your request.  I am unsure, however, that I am doing you any
favors.  For while you may remember pain, you as yet have no respect for me,
and have no idea what punishment I can and will deliver.  Well, experience
is a great teacher."  Producing a small, bound book of blank, lined paper,
he continued, "This is your punishment book.  You are to be able to lay
hands on it at a moment's notice.  In it will be annotated the list of your
transgressions that occur between punishment sessions.  Then, at the next
session, we will total them up and 'reconcile' to the book.  Do you
understand?"

      "Yes, Master."  The fear was back.  Now Merry KNEW that the whip was
going to be impossible to avoid.

      "Position!" Merry snapped upright.  Robert handed her the book.  "Here
it is.  You may wish to - decorate it, or something.   Remember, while you
normally will find it inconvenient to carry it, you must be able to lay
hands upon it at a moment's notice.  Failure to be able to do so will incur
its OWN punishment!  Initially, you may hand write your declaration of
submission in it, until we can obtain a document with more legal validity."

      "Master, may a slave acquire a writing utensil?" Merry was obsequious
in the extreme.

      Robert grinned.  "Certainly.  Ensure that it is filled with ink.
While I may write in your punishment book in pencil, your entries must
always be in ink.  I recommend that you keep one of each with your
punishment book - it might save you pain.  Go! Quickly!"  Merry ran.

      Mandi had sunk unconsciously into the ready position during Robert's
period of instruction.  "Wow!" she breathed, into the silence.

      Rick whirled.  "You said something?" he demanded, severely - then
grinned.

      Mandi grinned back.  "Your Dad's incredible.  I get wet listening to
him!"

      "Merry has other needs - doesn't she?" Rick inquired.

      "Yes..." Mandi reflected.  "Still, if you should ever feel the
need..."

      "You'll feel the lash," Rick agreed.  "I like the punishment book idea
- I may get you one."

      Dina wisely kept her silence.  Bobby took mental notes.