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WARNING: If you're a male under the age of 18, you shouldn't read this.
Females mature earlier.
Keeping the Womenfolk in Line
by Washington Irving
--Dedicated to VP Viddler, the Master of the dialogue form.
PART 1 - Rules are Rules
"Ashley, get down here! NOW... Ashley, do you hear me?"
"Yes, daddy, please, I was in my room. I came as soon as I
heard you, really... I'm sorry."
"I hear from your mother that you should have a more important
reason to be sorry, you bad little girl."
"Daddy, I'm sorry, really. I was only 10 minutes over my limit."
"Only 10 minutes? That limit is supposed to last you all
afternoon and evening. You went over before I even got home
from work."
"But Vicky just wouldn't stop talking, and... Oh, daddy, I won't do
it again. I'm so sorry. I'll stay off the phone all evening, and
tomorrow, too."
"You certainly will. But you aren't getting off that easy. How
many times does this make this year."
"Uhh, I know I'm supposed to know... Uhhh, it's twelve, I think.
Oh Daddy, I'm so flustered."
"Twelve is right, and you'd better keep track or you'll get twelve
extra on your bare little heinie. It's only May! AND this's the
third time this month, so you're getting less obedient, not more.
We'll just have to find a punishment that will discourage you
from breaking the rules all the time. What punishments have I
tried, to make you more responsible in your phone use?"
"Daddy, please, do I have to say? Okay, okay, don't be mad, I'll
tell you. You've spanked my bare bottom, and you've paddled
my bare bottom -- oh, that hurt so much, Daddy -- and you've
spanked my... my... well, between my legs."
"Between your legs? Do you mean between your knees or your
ankles? Say it right, young lady. Now, what did I call it?"
"You... you called it a 'pussy spank', Daddy, but that
embarrasses me. I'm twelve, almost thirteen, now, and I don't
want to say words like that to you."
"We'll see how much more we can embarrass you! Maybe that
will keep you a good little girl, nothing else seems to work. Now,
do you confess to breaking the rules, and think you should be
punished for it?"
"Oh, please, no, Daddy! I mean 'yes' -- don't get mad -- 'yes' I
broke the rules for the twelfth time and I deserve to be
punished."
"Well, I'm waiting..."
"Here, Daddy? In the living room?"
"Here in the living room. Now. Give me your clothes as you
disrobe... My, those candy-kiss nipples are getting even bigger.
Now your shorts and panties. Hmmm, a little more hair, but still
fine and silky and above your puffy baby slit."
"Oh, God, Daddy, please don't say things like that, I feel
obscene."
"Well things are going to get obscenely bad for you unless you
get at parade rest and ask to be punished like you're supposed
to. Shoulders further back, now. Chest out. If you'd ever learn
to have your hands at the waist in the back, that would happen
naturally. Legs further apart. There, that's almost good. Now
will you remember what parade rest is, or do you want to
practice it here in the middle of the living room, undressed as
you are now, the next time we have company?"
"Oh, God! No, Daddy, I'll remember... Uhhh, please punish me,
Father, for breaking the rule on using the phone -- but it was
only 10 minutes, Daddy, so please..."
"Ashley! I don't remember whining as part of the recitation for a
punishment session.
Oh, hello, Tina, managing to peek at your daughter naked a few
times during the punishment, I see."
"Oh, Bud, that's not true and you know it. I just looked in to see
when I should start dinner."
"Calling me a liar, eh? Well, I have a question, then. Why was
Ashley wearing this bra? I think you'll agree that her cute little
tits are firm with no hint of a sag."
"I... I don't know, dear."
"Ashley. Why were you wearing a bra?"
"Mom said I have to... all the time except when I'm in bed."
"That's queer. Tina, you say you don't know, and Ashley says
you told her to. I think this means that one member of my family
is lying to me. Would it possibly, conceivably, be you, Tina, my
dear wife?"
"Dear, the school has a rule that girls over eleven wear a bra.
I'm sorry, I should have explained."
"Explained? I think you should have told the truth to your
husband! And what does a school rule have to do with what she
wears at home? Here, take Tina's clothes out on the back
porch. Oh, and while you're out there, remove all your clothing
and leave it with Ashley's. Then, report back in here; it looks
like I have two bad girls to punish."
"But.. but, dear, it's still light out and some of the neighbors are
in their yards... and shouldn't we resolve our differences in
private? Ashley's too young..."
"Do what I say! Now! Or I'll have you strip buck naked in the
middle of the back yard, then diddle yourself with a rake-handle.
You and Ashley are going to be punished together, and I mean
TOGETHER.
"Ashley, while we wait for your mother, get me the paddle. This
time you're going to be paddled on that tiny ass and pussy-
spanked, too. And be prepared for some additional little
surprises, so that this will be the LAST time you monopolize our
phone."
"Here's the paddle, Daddy, but when you p-p-pussy-spank me,
could Mommy not be there? It's sooo embarrassing."
"That's the point, little one. Ah, here's your naked mama. How
do you like her rings and bald look?"
"Mom! Are your nipples pierced? You won't even let me get a
belly button ring. And why have you shaved off the hair between
your legs?"
"Quit saying 'between the legs', we've been through that before.
She means your pussy hair, dear. Tell your daughter why you
look like such a slut."
"Your Daddy wanted me to have n-n-nipple rings and a b-b-bald
p-p-pussy, Ashley, and..."
"And? Tell her, Tina."
"And, because, because I-am-a-slut."
"Slower! Or shall I send Ashley for a rake-handle?"
"Ashley, because I-I-I am a slut. I AM a slut, Ashley."
"Mom! Don't say that! That's awful."
"Make your decision based on what she does, girl. But I have
two punishments to administer before dinner, so let's begin.
Hmmm. Tina, lie down on the floor on your back. Spread your
legs a little... Do it. Now!
"Okay. Ashley, you can stare at your mom's pretty open cunt
later. Now, I want you to lie down on top of Tina. On your
stomach. Tit to tit, belly to belly. Put your left leg between your
mother's legs and the other outside."
"Daddy. This isn't right. I'm touching mom's bare..."
"Bare everything, that's the point. Move a little higher. There.
Now Tina, wrap your arms around your daughter, and raise your
left leg between hers. That's right, push it tight against her -- a
slut's instincts are always right."
"Bud! Please. I don't want to be like this, not with my child."
"Right. Just keep saying that, because now Ashley gets her
paddling!"
Slaaaap! Against the young girl's left ass cheek, driving her
thigh against her mother's smooth crotch.
Waaaap! This time on the right. The young girl's virgin slit rams
against her mother's thigh.
Slaaaap! Waaaap! Slaaaap! Waaaap! The two females are
squirming against each other. Nipples rubbing nipples, legs
clasping legs. Tina begins to moan. Ashley is sobbing and
pleading.
Slaaaap! Waaaap! Slaaaap! Waaaap! Slaaaap! Waaaap!
Tina's hips are moving, lifting her daughter's pelvis and buttocks
high to receive each stroke. Each thunderous stroke, that
propels the youngster's thigh into her crotch, her pussy, her
reddened, swollen clit. Ashley becomes almost incoherent with
pain and a fierce unbidden tingling from her young cunt.
Slaaaap! Slaaaap! Slaaaap! Three straight times the paddle
drives the left side of Ashley's body against her mother's core.
The first two elicit short wailing screeches, the third an
unending scream as Tina is engulfed by a savage wave of
ecstacy and her hips raise her daughter's tortured cheeks three
feet into the air and hold them there as quiver after quiver of
completion ripples through the woman's belly.
Finally, Tina collapses on the floor, hands pressing her pubic
area, and Ashley rolls off her to the floor, her buttocks beet red,
her body wracking with sobs.
"Ashley, look at your mother! Now you know how a true slut
behaves. While you were being beaten and hurt, she used you
to masturbate with!"
"Mom. Mom, I hate you! Why, Mom? You pushed me into the
paddle. I thought you loved me!"
"Ashley, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Didn't you feel it a
little..."
"We'll see if she did or not. You see, Tina, now it's your turn to
be paddled."
Stay tuned for Part 2 -- Mommy's Turn to Ride.
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From: Washington Irving <caesar@america.net>
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Subject: Repost with editing: Keeping the Womenfolk in Line - Part 2
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WARNING: (See Part 1)
Keeping the Womenfolk in Line
Part 2 - Mommy's Turn to Ride
"Oh, God, Bud, must we continue with this? You've made me
perform, just like you always do, but this time you may have
taken my daughter's love away. Please! Enough is..."
"Enough is never enough for you, my darling. Your crying is
very unconvincing. You just want to stop because it's your ass
I'm going to blister. Now Ashley, it's your turn to lie down on
your back. But I'm not totally heartless, so get that pillow -- yes,
the soft one -- from the couch and put it under the most bruised
part of your butt. You'll have to spread those legs quite a bit
wider than that. Your mom is petite, but a woman's thighs are
thicker than an adolescent's. That's it. I just love your little cunt,
you know. Tina, give it a nice kiss and maybe your daughter will
forgive you."
"I-I-I can't... Please don't make me. You bastard. I'll do it, I'll do
it, I'm sorry!"
"Mmmmommm..."
"That was sooo touching. Now lie down on that cute little body.
You both know what to do. Hold her tighter, Ashley,
squeeeeeze her to you. Now, an ADULT paddling!"
He puts his whole body behind the swing. Splaaaack! The left
buttock cheek burns brightly. A groan comes from the mother's
throat.
Craaaack! Her right hip is pounded into her daughter's soft
pelvis as the sting of the paddle emanates through her body.
Splaaaack! Craaaack! Splaaaack! Again and again the paddle
whips down. Tina is bawling, blabbering, pleading, promising
her husband every perverse pleasure if he will stop. Gradually,
after an eternity to Tina, her daughter beneath her begins
rotating her girlish hips and gasping in virginal surprise at the
sparks of stinging sensuality heating her vagina. The gasps turn
to moans then her hands begin raking her mother's back, and
finally, she cums in little shrieks, her whole body stiff with shock.
"Tina, get up on your hands and knees, your paddling isn't over.
A slut's punishment goes on and on. That's right, beg all you
want, but keep your legs apart and rise to meet your pain."
"Oh Daddy, don't beat her any more. If... if she's a s-s-s-slut, ...I
am, too. I had my first sex pleasure from her pain!"
"Just five more hard ones. Lying is the worst offense, you know
that, Ashley. If you want, you can kiss your mom's ass to make
it better when I'm done...
"All right, you two. you've laid there on your sides and cried long
enough. Tina, go fix dinner. Ashley, I assume you have
homework. Get it and bring it downstairs, you can work in here."
"Dear, can we get dressed?"
"If I would have wanted you in your clothes I would have said so.
You both can just wriggle your slutty red tails for the evening."
"But Daddy..."
"Turn around, Ashley."
"Daddy, wha... Yes, Daddy."
"Now wriggle that butt till I tell you to stop. No, no, no. Come
on, you can do it well enough in a miniskirt with your music
blaring. Let me remind you that you still have at least half of
your punishment left. Are you trying to make it worse? Now
bend over and keep wriggling. Just as I thought, your pussy's
sopping wet from your cum. Do you want to keep this up while I
spank you some more?"
"No, no, Daddy. I'll get my books."
.......................
"That was a good meal. Who wants to watch what on TV?"
"I think it would have been better if Ashley and I could've eaten
at the table instead of kneeling on the floor."
"If you wish, I'll bring one of those wooden chairs in here and
you can sit on your sore ass on it all evening. No? Move closer
to me. That's it. Ashley, why don't you join us on the couch?"
"I'm OK... Well... yes, Daddy."
"<Bud, don't do that, my nipple's starting to grow. Ashley is right
next to me. Please. If you want to do something let's go
upstairs to our bed.>"
"Ashley, your mom suggests that we all go up to our bed."
"<Bud! No. I won't. Not that. You CANNOT be serious.>"
"<Do you want your daughter to see you hanging by your rings,
instead? I thought not.> Ashley, your mom is anxious for you to
see your parents loving together, aren't you, Tina?"
"Oh, come along, Ashley. But, please, Bud, be kind."
..................
"Ashley, sit on the foot of the bed, but feel free to move around
for a better look. I'm going to help Tina show you that being a
slut is fun. Isn't it, Tina?"
"Bud, must you? Yes, Ashley, I, and a lot of other normal
women think being a, well being a s-s-slut is fun... Oh, God."
"Mom, are you going to let Dad do IT to you? What's Dad
whispering? Mom, I'm leaving. The way you're spreading your
legs, you must be going to do IT! Daddy, don't twist the rings,
mommy's crying. Wait, I'll stay, I'll watch it all, don't hurt
mommy. Doesn't Daddy biting your nipples hurt, mom? And his
fingers -- oh, God, they can't all fit! Are you acting like you enjoy
it just for me? It can't be fun, can it? ...Oh, God, oh God, oh
GOD! Daddy, that thing's too big, much too big! It's as big as
my arm. No, no, NO! I can't look."
"It's OK, my baby. It fits perfectly. Watch it sprrread meeeeee.
It's soooo filling! It makes Mommy act like she did downstairs,
while you were being punished. I'm sorry about that, but oooow,
I must be a slut! All I want to do is FUCK!!"
"Ashley, stop playing with your pussy right now! When I'm done
with your mother, I've still got to spank that little peach of yours.
Oh, shit, yeah, Tina, move that butt! The surf is rising, you slut,
and here it CUMMMMMSSSSS!!"
"Ooooooh, yes, yes, YES! Fill me up, you bastard!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"Wow!"
Stay tuned for Part 3 -- The Juicy, Red Peach.
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From: Washington Irving <caesar@america.net>
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Subject: NEW: Keeping the Womenfolk in Line - Part 3 - The Juicy Red Peach
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WARNING: No One with any Morals or Ethics should read this.
Keeping the Womenfolk in Line
Part 3 - The Juicy Red Peach
“Ah, yes. Ashley, your mom is quite a fuck. We’ll get to your
pussy-spank after I rest for a few minutes. Tina, clean my
crotch. Get back here! You can LICK it up, you don’t need a
washcloth. Get that stricken look off your face. Maybe you’d
like to show your daughter where you licked me last night. Shall
I roll over? No? Ahhh, that’s good. Ashley, watch your mom
lick. See how she nuzzles under my balls to get me real clean?
That’s part of being a slut.”
“Daddy, that’s icky. Is that sperm she’s slurping up? Why can’t
you just wash it off? Oh, gross!”
“Hear that, Tina? You’re disgusting your twelve-year-old
daughter. Just nurse on ol’ Peter down there for a while, and no
teeth, unless you want to be really punished this weekend.
“OK, that’s enough. Ashley, how am I going to finish your
punishment?”
“You’re... you’re going to... do I have to keep saying it? NO, I
will, I will. You’re going to pussy spank me. Oh daddy, please,
not too hard.”
“I’ll spank you purple if you don’t quit whining. Now, on your
back. Legs in the air. OK, grab them at the knees and pull them
back over your shoulders. Spread them wide. Wider! Can you
hold that position or should I have your mom sit on your face
and hold your ankles?”
“BUD! I couldn’t...”
“No, daddy, I’ll hold them and try to keep still. I feel so exposed,
so naked.”
“Well, that’s not too unreasonable since your cunt-lips are so
stretched I can look down into your hole. Ha, you’ve got quite a
damp cave there, you little slut. Now, keep still.”
He raises his hand and brings it down on the sensitive soft flesh
as if he were slapping a mosquito, bringing a muffled squeal
from his young daughter. The slaps start at five second
intervals, and quickly the girlish labia swell and darken like a
mature woman’s. He speeds up gradually, increasing the force
until Ashley is grunting with each spank. Finally, her hips begin
moving up to meet his hand in a rhythm of their own. He
matches the rhythm, alternating hands and slapping like he
would play a drum. The girl’s entire pelvic region is now bright
red and for perhaps its first time ever, her developing clitoris
swells like a crimson pearl at the top of her slit. Suddenly her
whole body stiffens and begins a vibrating trembling.
“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, Daaaaaddy! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Her father stops slapping and grinds the heel of his hand
against her pussy. He can feel her yawning vagina rhythmically
contracting with her seemingly endless climax.
As her muscles relax, Bud removes his hand and moves down
with his face between his young daughter’s legs. The pussy IS
like a red peach, but shiny with her adolescent secretions. He
can’t resist the girlish fragrance. He nuzzles his nose and
mouth against the peach and tastes his daughter for the first
time. His cock starts to harden, but he decides to save her
deflowering for a later time. He smiles as he hears her moan of
pleasure at his lingual exploration. Hmmm, he thinks, she may
purposely disobey again soon for two climaxes like these.
“See, Tina, your little girl is a slut just like you. After she relaxes
for a bit, the two of you can go out on the back porch and put
your clothes on. Her first, then you. Oh, and be sure to turn the
porch light on before you go out there. I wouldn’t want either of
you to trip over anything. I’m going down to check on the sports
scores on TV.”
....................
“Morning, dear. Good morning, Ashley. So the school rules say
you have to wear a bra, eh?”
“Yes, daddy. A lot of the girls complain, but if they can tell
you’re not, they send you home. They sent home Ann, next
door, a couple of weeks ago. Boy, was she mad.”
“Ann Fuller? I’ll bet there was lots of bouncing under HER
blouse. I always thought she was Miss Priss, though. Ah well,
the question is, are panties required?”
“Daddeee. There’s no rule, but they’ve just got to be required!
No girl would go to school without panties.”
“Well, if there’s no written rule, I know one girl who’s going to
school without them.”
“Oh, noooo. I’m wearing my miniskirt today. Someone will see!
Can I at least change into jeans?”
“Hmmm. Are you in the habit of flashing your panties? Well,
well. More evidence that I have a little slut on my hands. Now
off with the panties, and, today, keep wearing that mini-skirt.
For the future, though, I don’t care whether you wear pants or
skirts. No panties, no tights, no pantihose, no anything under
your outer clothes. And as soon as you get home from school,
off comes the bra. Understand?”
“But... no, please. OK, I understand.”
“I see you’re still a little pink and puffy, fore and aft. Very sexy.
Now get off to school, my pretty one.”
“Bye, daddy. Bye, mom.”
“Dear, we need to talk...”
“Tina, if you’re going to criticize my parenting of Ashley, you’re
in for a real bad day.”
“No. Oh, no, Bud. It’s not that. I think you’d better know what
happened last night on the porch. Danny Fuller came out of his
house and saw me.”
“Just you? How did he miss our maturing little daughter?”
“She was straightening up her tee shirt when he came out, so
she slipped on her shoes and ran in. But I was still there stark
naked in the light. He came through the hedge and was right
outside the screen when I started dressing. The brat even had
the nerve to say, ‘Hi, Mrs. Bond, what’re you doing?’ as I was
stepping into my panties. I’m scared, Bud. What if he tells his
father?”
“Hmmm. My guess is that if he tells his dad, you’ll have two
neighbors craving your sexy body. Ever since his wife left him,
Dick Fuller has talked as if he’s quite the pussy hound. But
you’re right. I’m glad you told me. The risk is that Danny will tell
his friends and it’ll spread to the wrong people. Do you see
what a good husband I am, Tina? I don’t want EVERYONE in
town to know you’re a slut and a whore.”
“I’m not... Oh, Bud, I love you, so I’ll be your private slut, even in
front of our daughter, but, please, let’s keep this just in the
family. I don’t like or trust Dick Fuller, and his son is a sneaky
little bastard.”
“Well, I’m going to have a talk with Danny. He may be a sneaky
shit, but I’ll bet you went up to bed and played fish finger like a
whore just thinking about him watching you. Didn’t you, my
love?”
“NO. I was embarr...”
“Tina! Don’t lie to me. Now what did you do?”
“I... I... I got out the vibrator, damn you. Yes, the big one. And I
was almost there when you came up, but I stopped before you
could catch me. I’ve been frustrated all night, and right now I’m
so horny I could scream!”
“Well I have to go to work to keep this family fed. While you’re
alone, no playing and no cumming. I’ll tell you what. If you
want, when Ashley gets home from school you can strip down in
front of her and demonstrate how you ream yourself with that big
dildo. Otherwise, you wait till I come home. Got it?”
“Oh, God, Bud. You can’t be... OK, damn you, I’ll wait. SHIT!”
“I love you best when you have tears on your cheeks and fire in
your eyes, my precious little whore. Bye, now.”
Stay tuned for Part 4 - Oh, Danny Boy!
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From: "Washington Irving" <caesar@america.net>
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Subject: NEW PART: Keeping the Womenfolk in Line -- Part 4
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Keeping the Womenfolk in Line
Part 4 - Oh! Danny Boy.
"Oh, Bud, you startled me. You're home early."
"And you seem to be starting without me. Didn't I mention something about
no rubbing your snatch until I came home? Where's Ashley?"
"Dear, I always stroke myself when I watch the soaps. Really, I wasn't
going to let myself cum. Ashley went to Vicky's and took her schoolbooks.
She'll be eating dinner there and doing her homework with Vicky. I hope
that's OK with you. Now we've got the whole house to play in -- and,
darling, I want to PLAY!"
"Well, I'm glad you're in the mood. I was thinking at work that we don't
socialize with our neighbors enough, so I took a few hours off to see if I
could remedy that. Fortunately, as I drove up, Danny Fuller was sitting on
his front steps, bored (like all teenage boys always are). I talked to him
for a while and he said he did tell his Dad about your shameless
exhibitionism..."
"I was obeying your orders, and was never so embarrassed..."
"Don't interrupt. I know you, Tina. I KNOW YOU. To continue: He told his
Dad and asked him if he could tell his friends. Dick told him to "sit
tight." So everything is all right as long as you keep Danny happy."
"All right? How can I ever look Dick Fuller in the eye again. I'm so
humiliated! And I WON'T 'keep Danny happy.' First incestuous behavior,
and now I take it you want me to contribute to the delinquency of a minor
-- he's only 15!"
"You probably fucked every 15 year old at your high school, so don't play
'Miss Virtuous' with me, my dear wife. But you don't have a choice. You
be his sex slave or there'll probably be 5 or 10 other horny teenagers
knocking on our door for a piece of the action (pun intended). Are you
going to resist them, too, so that they tell their parents that Tina
Schultz flashes young boys? My advice, dear, is to stick to one neighbor
boy, keep him very happy, and hope he has a big dick. What are you wearing
under that robe?"
"Bud Schultz, you are a complete and utter bastard. I'm not wearing
anything under it, why?"
"Because Danny's going to be knocking on the door in, let's see, about 3
minutes. OK, your hair's combed, you have on a touch of makeup -- which is
all you need -- and those slippers with the built-up heels are great for
your long legs. Perfect. Now remember, Danny's a good little boy, you're
the one who stripped for a teenager."
"Damn you to hell."
"Don't be testy. Your cunt is dripping, isn't it... ISN'T IT?"
"OK, OK, it is. Bud, I just can't help it."
"There's the bell, Tina. Why don't you greet our young neighbor."
"Hello, Danny. It's nice to see you."
"Umm, Mrs. Schultz, your husband asked me to come over, about, umm, last
night."
"Yes, I did, Tina. You see Danny says there was a shameless naked woman in
the neighborhood last night. He wasn't looking at -- I mean -- he didn't
see her face, so the only way he could identify this slut is by her...
Well, as an analogy, how did the prince find Cinderella?"
"Bud, I know what you're getting at, but, please..."
"Listen to me, Tina! I told young Danny here that you would be happy to
accede to his inspection. This is a serious matter. I told Danny that if
he finds this whore, he should punish her for the rest of her shameless
life. So if you'll just remove that bulky robe, he'll be able to eliminate
my pure, modest wife. She is buck naked under the robe, Danny, but it's
the only way to be sure. Do you mind inspecting Tina, Danny?"
"Uhh, no, NO, not at all. I want... I mean, I need to see her body."
"Well, Tina?"
"Nooo, Bud. Maybe in the bedroom. Please."
"Danny, you are witnessing what happens when you let a woman get too
willful. You've got to nip this type of behavior at the bud (no pun
intended). I'm afraid after you've inspected her; she's in for a paddling.
You really should watch, so you'll know how to treat any female that comes
under your... control. Strip, you damned slut."
"Bud, dear, I'm sorry. There, I'm totally uncovered. Here, I'll even
stand at parade rest, my legs are as far apart as they'll go. Don't spank
me. Please."
"Jeez. I couldn't see the rings last night, Mr. Schultz, and I thought the
bare pussy was a trick of the light or how she was standing. She's a wet
dream, all right."
"From what you just said, Danny, my wife must be the slut we're looking
for. Now don't go jumping to conclusions. Inspect her carefully. Touch
her, stroke her, squeeze her softness. This is important. If she's the
one, she'll have to be your slave any time I'm not using her. You'll be
able to come over whenever you want and play with her rings and use her and
abuse her. That's right, shove a finger or two up her, it may jog your
memory. Believe me, that moan wasn't pain, it was horniness. She'd fuck a
rattlesnake right now!"
"Mr. Schultz, I'm sure. Do I really get her whenever I want?"
"You sure do, Danny. Just don't tell anyone but your Dad about her. Now,
if she's cooking dinner for me, or something, I hope you'll let her finish.
We have to share now, don't we?"
"Oh, sure, Mr. Schultz. Mrs. Schultz, will you do what I want?"
"Danny, from now on, you can just call her Tina or 'Slut'. I think 'Slut'
fits her best, but it's up to you. Slut, from now on you'll call our young
neighbor 'Master Fuller.' Now assure him that you'll be pleased to be his
slave and slut and whore."
"Ummm, Dan... I mean, Master Fuller, I want to be your slave and slut and
whore. I'll perform any sex act you can imagine for you. You can punish
me when I'm bad and let me cum for you when I'm good."
"Jeezus Chrrrist!"
"She must really be hot right now, Dan. It looks like you're hot for her,
too. If you'd like, I'll leave now and postpone her punishment until
you're through with her."
"Uhhh, no, Mr. Schultz, I'd like to watch you first, to see how it's done."
"OK. Tina, get the paddle -- and wriggle while you walk."
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"There, 30 hard strokes delivered. And remember the wrist snap as you hit,
Danny, so you don't bruise her to the bone."
"Damn, she's moaning and crying. Is she all right? Will she be all right
to..."
"Tina, get over here. Danny, ram a few fingers up her cunt. The only way
to check a woman's mood is to see how wet she is."
"You're right, Mr. Schultz. It's like someone poured gravy up into her.
She's a lot hotter that even when I 'examined' her."
"Yup. She's ready. Tell her what you want and if she even hesitates for 5
seconds, wave this paddle in her face and say, 'Another 30?' She'll be
very sure you are very, very satisfied. Now, I have to cut the grass. I
won't come in until you leave, so you have the whole house to amuse
yourself in."
"Ummm. Can I ask... ahhh, Mr. Schultz, can I, errr, tie her up? "
"Hey, Danny boy, you're cooler than I thought. Tina will be happy to get
the ropes for you, won't you, Tina?"
"Oh my God, oh my godddd..................... Yes, Danny, I will."
"Bye, now. Have fun, you two!"
"Slut, hee hee, get the ropes while I find a ceiling hook. I'm in
heaven!!"
Stay tuned for Part 5 -- Swing Music