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Chapter 7 in the on-going saga of the Smith family. Does anyone care?
Doesn't matter. The story continues.
If you're new to the series, and if you have the fortitude, you should
read chapters 1-6 first. They're found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
This story is MMmff, humil, spank, oral and stuff like that. The usual
caveats apply.
If you're not an adult do what I did when I was your age. Lie. No, no,
no. I didn't mean that. I meant go somewhere else. Disney.com or
something.
MOF
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Chapter 7
by Eric Smith
I had graduated to the ranks of sodomites. I had sodomized my
mother and sister. As I sodomized my sister, Megan, I drove a
vibrating dildo into her cunt. I thought she was going to
explode. I think every muscle in her body contracted. The
noises she made were inhuman. That night she slept with my
mother and I slept alone. David left specific instructions that
when he returned Monday morning he better find us on our stools.
All he said was that he wouldn't arrive before 9AM.
I figured that we were off SPH until 9 but mom and Megan would
have none of that. They were sure that SPH was implied and that
we had to remain naked and crawl and eat on the floor out of our
dog bowls. I knew that if I didn't follow suit David would find
out and I'd pay for it. Of course, I was going to pay anyway.
All I had to do was look at Mom's and Megan's blistered behinds
to know what mine was going to look like before the day was over.
I did the SPH thing anyway.
At nine we greased each other's assholes and mounted our dildoes.
Mom and Megan both winced as they settled their abused butts on
to the stool. The stools have something like stirrups that we
put our ankles in, thereby spreading our legs. Until David
showed up and told us to dismount, our only view was each other's
naked bodies and prominently displayed sex. We had nothing to do
but talk and gaze on each other. We talked about anything and
everything. That morning I wondered aloud what my day was going
to be like.
"I sure hope you get the paddle," responded Megan, "and I hope
that I get to help. You made me jump. It's going to be payback
time." She was smiling. Thinking about payback seemed to please
her.
"I had to paddle hard," I protested. "David said I had to."
"He didn't tell you to swat harder than he did," she said.
"Do I paddle harder than David?" I asked. "You just thought it
was harder because I paddled you second and you were already
sore. What do you think mom?"
"You paddle harder," she replied, smiling. "But don't worry
about it. We'll live. Besides, it just means that when we get a
shot at your behind we'll respond in kind."
"Today's your day, Eric," Megan said. "I'm going to feel much
better when I'm through with you."
"Well, if I got it coming I guess I got it coming, then," I said.
"Was all that pain worth it? I've never seen you two come so
hard."
"It was worth it as far as I was concerned," said mom, still
smiling. "I don't think I ever had a more intense orgasm. And
I've had a bunch."
"It was worth it," said Megan. "Where did you get those dildoes
from? That felt great!"
"I don't know," I replied. "David got them someplace."
We went on in this vein, talking about orgasms and sex and our
beatings. After an hour we became sort of stiff (our muscles,
not our genitals, although my prick had bouts of stiffness,
too.). It was difficult to move because we were impaled on the
dildoes. All three of us would occasionally slide ourselves up
and down on the phalluses to get some movement and because it
felt good.
David didn't show up until eleven and we were ready to get off.
Mom and Megan more than me because they wanted to get off their
sore bottoms. Fortunately, he gave us permission to dismount.
Mom and Megan were taken off SPH but I wasn't so lucky. They
remained naked for a while but then they both put on a pair of
boxers. They said it was more comfortable than sitting on their
raw bare bottoms. I had one master and two mistresses and they
kept me busy. I cleaned the dildoes and fetched their boxers and
did everything else they desired. I fixed lunch and served it
and cleaned up afterwards. Since I was still on SPH I ate out of
my bowls on the floor. After I cleaned up my torment began.
David had me kneel in position. "You know, Jill," he said,
"Eric's a very pretty boy."
I blushed. I didn't like being called pretty, although it might
have been a fair statement. My features were small and
attractive and my build, although masculine, was slight. I kept
myself in excellent shape and had little body fat.
Then David said, "Lets shave him."
"Cool!" said Megan. "I'll get the stuff."
Off she went to the bath and quickly returned with a basin of hot
water, a safety razor, shaving cream and some towels. She looked
and sounded excited. She liked the idea of shaving her younger
brother. Mom joined her to help. They had me lay on my back and
the two of them proceeded to soak my pubic hair, soap it and
shave it. They did an excellent job. Their busy hands made me
hard, something that elicited a number of rude jokes. I had to
return to position and they checked out their handy work. All
three felt that it was an improvement. I felt even more naked.
But the two women in my life weren't through.
Mom said, "I think maybe we should shave his armpits, too. What
do you think, Megan?"
"I think you're right," she responded. Then she got excited.
"Let's shave everything!" she enthused.
I was squirming. I didn't like having my crotch shaved, let
alone everything. I'd look like a cue ball.
"No," said mom. "I refuse to shave his head. Let's say the neck
down. What do you think, David?"
David acquiesced. I didn't like it a bit but no one bothered to
ask me what I thought. Beth took off and returned with fresh
water and more towels and the two of them went to work. They
shaved my armpits and then my arms. They shaved the hair off the
top of my knuckles and the half dozen hairs on my chest. They
shaved my legs, both top and bottom and any hairs the found on
the top of my toes. They shaved the few hairs they found on my
back. They even shaved my ass. Megan spread my cheeks and mom
wielded the razor right to the brown border if my anus. A few
hairs at the bottom of my crack gave them trouble and they picked
those out with tweezers. They decided that in the future a
depilatory would work better in my crack.
Mom and Megan had a gay time fussing over me and discussing all
my body parts as they shaved away. When they were finished you
can't believe how naked I felt. My arms and legs and ass and
genitals were smooth like a young boy's. It was an eerie
feeling. They couldn't stop petting me and exclaiming how good
it felt. I found the whole ordeal to be humiliating and
arousing. My life was narrowing down to one of pain, humiliation
and arousal. It was strange that I found such a life to be so
satisfying.
When mom and Megan were satisfied with their work David decided
that it was time for my beating. He had me place one of the
kitchen chairs in the middle of the family room floor. Then he
had me fetch my paddle. I was growing more and more nervous as I
did these things because I knew what was coming. Mom and Megan
didn't help. They kept making comments about what they intended
to do to my rear. Finally, I was bent over the chair, gripping
the seat, waiting to get my butt pounded.
Mom was first. Her job was to deliver five. She laid on three
hard smacks that had me squirming. After the fourth David said,
"That's not hard enough, Jill. Try to be a little more
merciless. That one doesn't count." I got two more. They took
my breath away.
Megan's turn. When she said payback, she meant payback! Her
five had me crying and I was only half way home. After they were
delivered I saw through my tears that David was naked and his
prick was hard. Time for my buggering to begin. Tenderize and
sodomize. He stuck his prick in my mouth and told me to get it
nice and slippery. I did the best I could. He had some trouble
forcing it past my sphincter so her returned to my mouth for more
saliva. This time I tasted shit. My shit. My buggering
continued for several minutes with David driving it in to the
hilt causing me to pant and groan. Back to my mouth for another
cleaning. Back to the paddle.
Mom gave me five more swats that were more ferocious and more
painful than her previous swats. Arousal was sending strength
into her swinging arm. I was quivering and shaking andsobbing.
Megan's second turn at bat. There was no mercy. The harder she
hit, the harder I cried. The harder I cried, the harder she hit.
When her last swat crushed my ass I had no consciousness other
than the agony in my ass and thighs.
I was indifferent to David's prick in my mouth and then my ass.
I was more conscious of his loins pounding against my suffering
cheeks than I was of his prick driving in and out of my rectum.
I was still sobbing when he shot into me. I was still sobbing
when he withdrew his softening prick. Five minutes later I was
still bent over the chair, still gripping the seat and still
sobbing. Finally he allowed mom to comfort me. She took my hand
and we simply stood in place, our arms wrapped around each other,
my tears dampening her hair and neck. Eventually the pain had
subsided to a point to where I could control myself.
"Well," said David in a cheerful voice. "Time to get ready for
dinner at the Mortons."
I had forgotten about the Mortons. I could cover my bruised ass
but what about my arms and legs. They'd notice for sure. And
how could I sit all the way through dinner. This was going to be
mental and physical agony. I began crawling toward my room when
mom said, "You're off SPH, now, Eric. You can walk."
I struggled to my feet and to the bathroom. I viewed my backside
with dismay. My ass cheeks and upper thighs were a mass of
purple bruises surrounded by beet red skin. I showered and
suffered as the hot water splashed off my bum. I suffered some
more as I pulled on my underwear. I wore slacks to cover the
fact that my legs were shaved and sandals instead of tennis shoes
hoping that the summer look of sandals would offset the winter
look of slacks. I chose a shirt with the longest short sleeves
that I could find.
I suffered as my seat contacted the car seat. My thighs hurt
more than my seat. At least my pain distracted me from my
embarrassment about my shaved arms.
When we arrived at the Mortons their daughter, Beth, ran to greet
us. She was cute and pretty and she bubbled enthusiasm. She
hugged Megan and turned to me. She took my arm (I made a
conscious effort to not jerk my arm away) and gave me her
coquettish look and led me toward their back yard. I loved Beth
and always had. She was way too young for me (when you're
eighteen three years is a lot) and I knew it but that didn't mean
that I couldn't dream about her. I know that it was just a kind
of puppy love, but isn't that the best kind in some ways? No
commitment, just unrealized passion. And, of course, I had
chosen a life style that precluded any kind of normal
relationship.
In spite of all that I enjoyed being with her and drinking in her
zest and erotic youth. She was erotic. She had developed from
adolescence to teenager with blazing results. Every movement
exuded grace and youth and vitality. Am I laying it on too
thick? Probably. But that's the way I felt.
Todd was his usual obnoxious self. Full of snide remarks and
obvious double-entendres. Always hanging around Megan making a
pest of himself. She had to fight him off like housefly. He had
a thoroughly obnoxious way of coping a feel and then turning his
bright blue eyes on her and saying, "Oh, gee. I didn't mean to do
that." At one point during the afternoon I heard Megan hiss at
him through her teeth, "If you do that again I'm going to
castrate you, you little shit!" He just smiled and said he was
sorry in a way that you knew he wasn't.
The four of us played croquet while our parents sat inside in the
air conditioning and had cocktails. It was hot but I enjoyed
myself in Beth's company and no one had noticed my shaved arms so
I began to feel comfortable. My ass still hurt, of course, but
the pain had become nothing more than a minor irritant and most
of the time I didn't even think of it. Beth teased me about the
long pants and I just laughed along. Beth and I tried to include
Megan and she was kind enough to leave us to ourselves. There
was nothing hot or romantic between us. We just had fun laughing
and teasing. When we were called for dinner Beth took my hand as
we walked toward the house and my heart skipped a beat. I
couldn't believe that after all of the things that went on with
Megan, mom and David that I could still be turned on holding a
pretty girl's hand.
When we sat down to dinner I gave an involuntary wince as my rear
met the chair seat. I looked to see if anyone noticed and both
mom and Megan were smiling at me. I turned red but no one else
noticed. Dinner was good and afterwards all eight of us gathered
in their family room and talked and laughed.
During one of those inevitable lulls in the conversation I could
feel David looking at me. I turned toward him and he raised his
hand and pointed his forefinger at me. Then he snapped his
fingers. My heart leapt to my throat. I couldn't breath. He
couldn't possibly mean it. But it was obvious that he did. I
was to be put on SPH. What should I do? I didn't have to obey.
I could just give my head a shake, telling David no, I'm through,
and that would be that. The alternative was falling to my knees
and assuming a subservient position in front of the Mortons. In
front of Beth. And if I did that I knew that there would be
another snap of the fingers and I'd have to strip. And show my
hairless body. And my bruised ass.
Everybody in the room was looking at me. Beth with a quizzical
look. Megan with an expectant, almost hungry look. Todd with a
disdainful look. Mom with a loving look.
I fell to my knees and spread them as I sat back on my heels. I
pulled my stomach in, thrust my chest out and folded my hands
behind my head. I looked only at David and waited for his next
command. The command that would destroy the last of my dignity
and at the same time begin building a new kind of dignity. The
fingers snapped and he touched his shirt collar. I tried to
separate myself from the room. To look at nothing and pretend I
wasn't there. I stripped off my shirt and reached behind me to
remove my sandals. I heard Todd exclaim, "He's shaved!"
I thought of Beth and blushed and tears welled up in my eyes.
The tears made me blush even more. I could feel the red travel
to my neck and chest. I unbuckled my belt and lifted my bottom
off my heels as I slid my pants to my thighs. I dropped my butt
to the floor and moved my legs to the side and proceeded to slip
my pants off over my feet. Every eye in the room was watching
me. Nobody said a thing. My underwear followed my pants and I
returned to position, displaying my shaved genitals. Mrs. Morton
and her husband were sitting behind me and I heard her gasp when
she saw my exposed, bruised bottom.
Todd was visibly excited. He jumped up and squatted down beside
me, touching my bare thigh and saying, "Look, Beth. Every hair
on his body is shaved. He's like a little girl. Did you see his
butt?" He jerked his hand away, afraid that he might seem queer,
touching me.
Beth came over and knelt beside me. Her hand reached out and
stroked my arm. My penis was erect.
"Your beautiful," she said quietly.
"I think he's like a girl," said Todd excitedly. "Let's put some
lipstick on him like a girl." He was bouncing around like he
couldn't contain himself. It occurred to me that the Mortons (at
least their children) had readily accepted the situation. They
knew immediately that I was simply there for there amusement.
Whatever they wanted of me they could have, as long as David OK'd
it.
Megan knelt beside Beth and looked critically at me. "He might
be cute with some makeup. What do you think, Beth?" When given
the chance, I was going to kill my sister.
Beth smiled into my eyes. It wasn't a malicious smile. More of
a mischievous smile. "Let me see what I can find," she said and
got up to hunt for implements to make my humiliation complete.
Megan looked at David for his OK and he nodded in return. Beth
returned with a small bag of makeup. My prick was hard and I was
crying. Not bawling or anything, but my eyes were wet. I had
lost control of my emotions when I gave up control of my body to
David. The two girls proceeded to apply the lipstick. They
instructed me how to stretch my lips as they put it on and I
obeyed. The lipstick was followed by followed by some kind of
rouge and eyeliner. Beth used a tissue to dab the tears out of
my eyes before she applied the eyeliner. It's impossible to
describe the emotions that the small gesture created inside me.
When they were through with the makeup they sat back and admired
their work. I could hear mom and David and the Mortons talking
and laughing quietly but I couldn't make out what they were
saying.
Todd went on and on with statements like "Oh, she's so pretty,"
and "She's such a pretty little girl but what's that nasty pole
between her legs."
"Let's do his nails," said Beth. I couldn't believe that she was
caught up in humiliating me. She was only fifteen, for Christ's
sake!
They had me sit on the floor with my legs extended. Megan did my
fingernails and Beth painted my toenails. They used a red polish
that they said matched my lipstick. As Beth knelt over my feet
and did my toes every erotic emotion known to man (and woman?)
coursed through me. When they were through Megan had me sit with
my knees bent, feet flat on the floor and my hands on my knees.
And my legs spread wide. Can't forget to show my hairless sex
with maximum exposure. In this position my nail polish was
allowed to dry without becoming marred.
Beth had humiliated me with the makeup and nail polish. I think
she was playing with me like she used to play with her dolls. I
amused her. But, somehow, I think she cared for me. I know that
sounds silly but I imagined that there was more motivating her
than simple cruelty.
With a concerned look on her face, she said, "Your bottom looks
terrible. Does it hurt to sit on it."
More humiliation. I thought the question was humiliating but I
had to respond and address her as I'd been taught and that was
going to be even more humiliating.
Without looking at her I said, "Yes, Mistress Beth. It hurts to
sit on it."
Beth smiled and had the grace to blush. Todd picked up on the
honorific immediately.
"Hey you with the hard-on," he said, "What do you call me?"
"I have to call you Master, Master Todd," I responded.
"This is so cool," he said. "I'm your master! Whatever I say
you gotta do. Right?"
"Yes, Master Todd," I replied. Tears were welling up in my eyes
again.
At this point David interrupted. "Is your polish dry yet, Eric?"
he asked.
I checked and responded, "Yes, Master David."
"Then I want you to get back in position. I have a small
exercise I want you to complete."
I didn't like the sound of that but I complied.
"Beth, can you bring us a bowl, a cereal bowl or something?" he
asked.
"Sure," she responded and fetched the bowl.
David looked at me and said in his quiet way, "Eric, I want you
to masturbate in the bowl. I don't want you to lose even one
drop of semen. You may hold the bowl or, if Beth would like, she
can hold it for you."
Beth knelt between my spread knees and with her two hands on the
bowl, held it under my hard prick. She smiled at me and said,
"I'll hold it for you, Eric dear."
In that one sentence my feelings for her had gone from puppy love
to lust. Pure, unmitigated unfulfilled lust. Through eighteen
years of conditioning I was still humiliated, a fact augmented by
the presence of Todd and Beth's parents. But I knew that this
was as it should be.
I put one hand on my naked, hairless thigh and began stroking my
prick with the other. My red nails contrasted with my white
skin. Beth was watching my prick intently so that when it
started squirting she wouldn't lose any cum.
"Maybe you need some lubrication, Eric," David said. "Would you
like to spit on his hand, Beth?" Of course she would! What a
dumb question!
Beth looked at me mouthed the word "OK." I held my open palm
under her chin and she bent her head forward and dropped a glob
of saliva in it. Before I could withdraw my hand she grabbed it
with hers and held it under her mouth. She worked up some more
saliva and deposited that in my palm and also. Then she returned
both hands to the bowl and fastened her eyes and her attention on
my prick. I began stroking again. It didn't take very long. I
shot a prodigious amount of cum into the dish. We both had our
heads bent forward watching the cum eject from the end of my
penis. Never had there been an ejaculation with more
concentrated attention. Beth caught every drop.
"Wow," said Todd. "Way to go, Erica." I'm gonna kill that kid
someday, I thought.
Beth knelt between my naked thighs, holding the bowl of cum in
her lap, as I recovered from my orgasm.
"Now drink it up, Eric. Every drop. Lick the bowl clean. If
she'd like, Beth can hold the bowl for you."
Beth raised the bowl to my face. I placed my hands over hers so
that we were both holding the bowl and so that there was physical
contact between us as I lapped up my own semen. I licked and I
slurped and she giggled slightly at the noise. I paused and
raised my head to look in her face and had some cum on my chin.
I buried my face in the bowl managing to lick it clean. With my
hands still over hers we lowered the bowl to her lap and the
backs of my hands rested on her thighs. Everyone seemed to be
mesmerized by my humiliating experience. But for me humiliation
had evolved into a whole new kind of love for Beth. I found that
I did, indeed, love Beth. But it had to be this new kind of
love. Love defined by David's control. I wondered if this was
to be consummated love. That was up to David. And Beth. I
somehow knew that when it came to SPH, Beth would never be a
recipient.
"It's getting late," said David. "It's been a long day and we
better get going. You can ride in the trunk, Eric. Beth and
Todd can bring your clothes over tomorrow when they visit."
David looked around to confirm that this was OK with everybody
and not hearing any objections he said, "Good."
David, mom and Megan piled in the car and David backed it up to
the garage so I could crawl in the trunk without being obvious.
On the way to the garage Beth took my hand. Just the two of us
were in the garage together and she placed her hand on my butt
and caressed it feeling the hard bruises. She whispered in my
ear, "I love you, Eric."
I whispered back, "I love you, too, Mistress Beth."
She kissed me on the cheek and gave my butt a painful squeeze.
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