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Chapter 9 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 1-8 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.
MOF
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The Downward Spiral - Chapter 9
by Jill Smith
David and I were driving to the Morton's house to pick up their
children. I felt sorry for Megan knowing that she'd be at the
mercy of Todd Morton when we returned. The boy was rude and had
no self-discipline. Beth Morton was the only person he'd listen
to. Steve and Shelly had no control over him.
When we arrived at the Mortons Beth and Todd were ready to go.
Todd was going on and on about all of things that Eric had to do
the previous day and all of the ideas that he had for Eric to
make his life even worse. The boy was going to go nuts when he
learned that his victim was going to be Megan and not Eric.
We said our hellos to Steve and Shelly and made some remarks
about what happened the previous day. Beth had the good manners
to blush. I mentioned how I was quite proud of Eric and the way
he suffered his humiliation. Beth enthused about what a
wonderful boy he was.
Steve and Shelly are an attractive couple (the whole family's
attractive) but reserved. They are always friendly and polite
and I was surprised at the equanimity with which they accepted
Eric's humiliation. I wondered how deep their passion ran. I
wouldn't have long to wonder. As we were leaving David pointed
toward me and snapped his fingers. Shelly and Steve looked at me
impassively but their children stared in surprise and
anticipation. I dropped to my knees and assumed the position.
Another snap of the fingers and a familiar gesture and a minute
later I was once again in position, only naked, my clothes in a
pile at my side.
"Cool," said Todd as grabbed my breast and massaged it like a
piece of dough. "I really like the Smith's, don't you Beth?"
His squeezing grew more heated and was becoming painful until
David put a stop to it.
"Todd, you and Beth are coming with me," he said. "Jill's
remaining her for the amusement of your parents."
He ushered the younger Mortons out the door as Todd was
chattering on about how he'd like to be amused, too. I gazed at
my new master and mistress, wondering what my day was going to be
like. I was no longer concerned about Megan's fate. I had my
own to worry about. Steve and Shelly sat on the sofa. On the
coffee table in front of them was an assortment paddles, canes
and whips that I hadn't noticed before.
"Jill," Shelly began, "David has given you to us for the day.
You're ours to do with as we will."
Steve picked up the discourse. "You're here to amuse us, Jill.
And, as I'm sure you can guess, it will amuse us to hear and see
you suffer. Are you ready to amuse us, Jill?
"Yes, Master Stephen," I replied. Their formal tone made me
afraid and I was trembling.
"Good," Shelly said in a business like manner as she cleared the
things from the table. "Then we can begin. Be so kind as to lay
yourself over this coffee table, Jill."
I did as she instructed, lying lengthwise across the table,
gripping one end with my hands and my legs trailing off the
other. The edge of table cut across my crotch. They stood on
each side of my legs with the canes in their hands. The canes
were about three feet long and thin and whippy. Without preamble
they began whipping my ass and thighs, alternating strokes. The
canes bit into my skin and made me cry out in pain. After about
twenty strokes I was a sobbing quivering blob of jelly. My two
tormentors sat on the sofa and kissed and petted as they watched
me sob. After I regained some control they both stood, canes in
hand.
"Jill," said Steve, "I want you to undress me."
"Yes, Master Stephen," I replied.
I crawled off the table and, kneeling in front of him, began
unbuttoning his shirt. Immediately both canes bit into thighs
making double over in pain.
Shelly said, "Don't use your hands, Jill." Her voice was quiet
and understanding like a mother might speak to a recalcitrant
child.
I straightened up on my knees and began working the buttons with
my lips and teeth and tongue. My tears made Steve's shirt wet.
I managed to unbutton the lowest two buttons but couldn't reach
the third.
"May I have permission to stand, Master Stephen," I said.
Shelly smacked her cane into my ass and said, "If you must."
I got on my feet and finished with the buttons. Using my teeth I
managed to pull his shirt off his shoulders and it dropped to the
ground. Steve burned his cane into my thigh and said, "Put the
shirt on the sofa, Jill."
I picked it up in my teeth, not sure if I was allowed to touch it
with my hands, and crawled to the sofa where I deposited it. I
managed to complete undressing Steve and went to work on Shelly.
It took three or four strokes of their canes to help me finish
her. Each stroke was laid on top of welts that they had already
created and the searing pain brought cries to my lips and tears
to my eyes.
At last the Mortons were naked. Steve had blond pubic hair that
matched the hair on his head and his children's heads. Shelly
was darker in complexion and hair coloring. Her pubic patch was
black and curly. I was told to kneel forward on my elbows and
stick my ass up in the air. Shelly knelt behind me and nosed her
face into my crack. Strange, I thought. I figured I was the one
that was supposed to be doing that kind of stuff. But if that's
what turned Shelly on, so be it. She licked my asshole and drove
her tongue in as deep as she could. It felt neat and I made a
mental note to have it done to me again when I was a mistress. I
felt her finger, wet with saliva, drive itself in and work its
way around. Every now and then she'd take a break and suck
Steve's cock. Eventually, she crawled around in front of me and
laid on her back, legs spread and knees doubled. She was
breathing heavily and her sex appeared damp.
"Lunch time, Jill," was all she said. I buried my face in her
cunt and did all those things that I had been practicing on my
daughter. Steve drove his cock in my ass but I had the feeling
from the way he was stroking that all was not right. He grabbed
two cushions from the sofa and had me kneel on them. This must
have improved his angle of attack because the buggering proceeded
more efficiently.
Steve didn't last more than a couple minutes but he stayed with
me until Shelly had her orgasm.
They both returned to the sofa and I assumed the kneeling
position; back on my heels, knees spread, tummy in, shoulders
back, hands folded behind my head and pussy dripping. We talked
for a while like there was nothing unusual in our relative
positions. My ass was still burning. The caning I had received
was the worst I ever had. Either they delivered their blows
harder or their canes had more whip to them. Or both.
They had me fetch coffee for them, a task I managed mostly on my
knees. While they drank it I knelt in front of them and made
love to their bare feet with my mouth. I spent the next hour
worshiping the feet of my new masters as they talked and fondled
one another. I kissed and licked and sucked each toe and licked
thoroughly between the toes. I washed their soles with my
tongue. I fondled their feet as I cradled them in my hands and
caressed them with my tear stained cheeks. Every now and then
one of them would rise and I bent forward to receive three of
four sharp cracks across my ass and thighs. Then I'd add tears
to the saliva with which I was washing their feet.
I prepared and served Steve and Shelly a light lunch. Every time
I had to rise from my knees I was given permission which was
always accompanied with one or two blows with the cane. The pain
never ceased. For my lunch I was given a bowl of dry dog food
with a raw egg and in it, which I ate on the floor without my
hands. The Mortons didn't have a dog so I guess I was expected
for lunch.
After lunch Steve got a step stool and, standing on it, threaded
a rope through a hook that was screwed in one of the exposed
ceiling beams. Why did he have a hook in his ceiling I wondered.
Did he just put it there for my visit or was it always there? I
didn't have any trouble figuring out why it was there. My wrists
were tied together and the rope was pulled tight so that just my
toes were touching the floor. The other end of the rope was tied
off on a cleat attached to the wall. I wondered about that, too.
Evidently, there was a lot I didn't know about the Mortons.
If I stretched on my toes I could relieve the pressure on my
wrists. If I increased the pressure on my wrists I could relieve
the weight in my toes. One or the other. Not both. As Steve
was tying the rope to the cleat Shelly was approaching me, paddle
in hand. My bottom was burning from the previous beatings and I
pleaded.
"Please, Mistress Shelly. I don't think I can stand any more
pain on my bottom."
It was the first time I had ever begged for mercy. My eyes were
tearing up just thinking about the pain the paddle would cause on
my welted bottom. Shelly kissed me on the lips, caressed my
breast and moved into position. When the paddled hit my ass I
screamed. One foot left the ground as my knee doubled. On the
toes of my other foot I attempted to rotate out of paddle range
but Shelly was too quick for me. The second blow left me
blubbering and pleading, "Please, Mistress Shelly. I don't think
I can stand another. Pleeeease." The pain had me literally
dancing on my toes.
Shelly took mercy on me and dropped the paddle only to fetch a
whip. Steve had picked one up also. The thongs bit into my
breasts and then my back. The stings were sharp and painful but
no where near as bad as the paddle. The Mortons whipped me from
neck to ankles. No mater which way I turned the thongs of one
whip or the other seared into my naked body. Every time a whip
caught my ass or thighs the pain was doubled. I was performing a
manic pain dance for the amusement of my two tormentors. They
were both still naked and it was obvious that they were enjoying
the spectacle that I was providing. Steve was aroused and hard.
Shelly's muscles were taut and her body had a sheen of
perspiration and arousal. I could actually smell the sex they
emanated.
When I was covered with stripes and welts they relented. My
suffering evidently excited them because they fell to the floor
at my feet and rutted like animals in heat. I watched through my
tears and pain as Steve drove into Shelly in a frenzy of passion
and sex. I burned with pain and arousal. Steve's butt clenched
tightly and Shelly's back arched to meet his thrusting prick. Her
heels were dancing on his back and thighs. The couple exploded
in a climax of groans and sweat. Their odor engulfed me.
They lay at my feet panting and recovering as I gazed on their
naked sweating bodies. Shelly rolled so that her lips were on my
scrunched toes and she kissed and licked them. Steve untied the
rope from the cleat and I sunk to my knees. I assumed position
although it was a little awkward since my wrists were still tied
together. My sex was wet and swollen with arousal. I suspected
that some of the odor I had smelled was me.
From her supine position Shelly said, "You're so beautiful, Jill.
Sometimes I envy you."
I smiled and replied, "You better watch what you wish for,
Mistress Shelly. All it takes is a snap of the fingers." Steve
laughed.
Nothing was said for a bit so I screwed up my courage and asked,
"Mistress Shelly and Master Stephen, may I request a favor?"
"It wouldn't have anything to do with masturbation, would it?"
asked Steve.
"Yes, Master Stephen," I said. I blushed although you could
hardly tell, what with all the different colors my skin had
assumed. I found it strange that I blushed considering all that
had passed since I had arrived at the Mortons. I guess that some
conditioning can't be erased.
Shelly rose to her feet, stretched her beautiful body, and strode
off. She returned with a vibrating dildo, which she handed to me
and said, "Enjoy."
With my wrists still tied and the rope trailing up toward the
ceiling I turned the dildo on and masturbated. The Mortons
lounged on the floor within touching distance, watching every
move and nuance. I masturbated slowly, attempting to draw out
the pleasure as long as possible. My eyes never left the
Mortons. As I humped the dildo I looked in Shelly's eyes and
then Steve's. I climaxed. It was a good orgasm. Not a great
orgasm, but a good one. But, then, who ever heard of a bad
orgasm. I knelt, panting, knees spread, holding the now silent
dildo in my wet pussy. Finally I slipped it out. Shelly took it
from me and sucked and licked it clean. Shelly was what my kids
would call "hot."
I was untied and we rested and talked for a while. Steve told me
that I didn't have to kneel and the three of us lounged on the
floor, naked and enjoying each other's company. I was fidgety
because wherever my skin contacted the carpet there was an
irritating pain.
We talked about our children like parents might do after a PTA
meeting only instead of discussing their grades we talked about
the attributes of their naked bodies and how they suffered or how
they induced suffering. We wondered if my children were happier
suffering pain and humiliation or delivering pain and
humiliation. We wondered if the Morton children should suffer.
"Beth is so calm and self-possessed but she assumes control like
she was born to it," said Shelly about her daughter. "I don't
think she'd get any satisfaction from SPH. She's like Steve in
that regard."
"How about you," I asked Shelly. "You just mentioned Steve."
Shelly smiled. She had a pretty smile that made a person feel
good just to see it. "This isn't the first time we've used these
things," she said indicating the rope and implements of pain.
"We never involved the children, though. They didn't know
anything about this until Eric introduced it to them. I'm the
only one of us who has suffered in our family."
"Shelly and I have agreed to let the children choose their own
part in this kind of activity," said Steve. Neither of us
intends to guide them. Todd probably wouldn't obey us if we did
try," he added ruefully.
We talked some more and except for the pain from my beatings we
had a pleasant afternoon. When it was time to return to my house
they dressed and I crawled into the trunk of their car naked.
Upon returning home I took up residence in the middle of the
family room and assumed position. Megan was in position on the
kitchen table. Todd had a satisfied look on his face, a fact
that didn't surprise me considering he had the use of Megan's
body for most of the day. The satisfied look grew when Megan and
I were informed that we were to satisfy his desires even when not
in SPH. I thought that it would be interesting for a thirty-nine
year old mother to teach a fourteen-year-old sybarite the
mysteries of sex. I was looking forward to it.
I sat between the Mortons as their children mercilessly whipped
Eric and Megan. Shelly and Steve were both caressing my sex and
I climaxed for a second time as Beth stroked the whip over Eric's
penis. I felt guilty that I was coming during his extreme
suffering but then, that was the life we chose and I felt that if
the tables were turned he, also, would have chosen the orgasm.
That final beating suffered by Eric and Megan was end of SPH for
several weeks. The three of us had our bruises for about two
weeks. If we left the house we had to wear slacks to cover the
black and blue welts that striped across our legs.
Our only social life continued to be the Mortons and we saw them
almost every day. I frequently slept with Shelly and/or Steve
but I was their only additional partner. They said that I was
all they needed to make their sex life complete and I accepted
that. Beth confined herself to Eric and/or Megan and Todd had
sex with Megan or me every chance he got, morning noon or night.
His first encounter with me was four days after my beating at the
hands of his parents. He had asked Megan a dozen times but she
begged off for a couple days until her body healed a bit. He was
constantly feeling her breasts and ass and crotch. He thought
nothing of slipping his hand inside her clothes. After two days
Megan accommodated him a couple times and he backed off a bit.
One afternoon we were all relaxing in our family room when he
planted himself by my side. I was very casually dressed in just
shorts and a sleeveless tee, no bra. Todd placed his hand on my
thigh and looked at me with his big blue eyes and said, "Uh, Mrs.
Smith, uh, do you think that we could, uh, you know..."
"What do you mean. Todd? What do you want to do?" I was enjoying
his discomfort.
"I mean like do you think we could go to bed, like?" he soldered
on.
His hand on my thigh was sweaty and there was a bulge in his
pants. "I'm not tired right now, Todd, and I don't think I'm
ready for bed," I said. I could see the frustration in his face.
"But I'd sure as hell like to fuck," I added. "You want to do a
little of that?"
His face broke out in a huge grin. "Yeah," he said.
I took his sweaty hand and we left for the bedroom to the
comments of our families.
"Poor mom," said Eric.
"Give him no mercy," said Megan.
"Try to do a good job, Todd, dear" said Shelly.
When we got to the bedroom I stripped off my few clothes, took
his two hands and smiled at him. I don't think he was used to
such a forward approach. His mouth was open and his eyes
traveled from my face to my breasts to my bush and back. He was
tugging at my hands, he wanted to touch me so badly. I smiled at
him and said, "Patience, Todd. It's all yours but have patience.
This is what's called consensual sex, which means we're both
going to enjoy ourselves. OK?"
I gripped his tee shirt and stripped it off over his head and
placing both my hands on his chest, pushed him flat on to the bed
with his legs dangling off. "Now stay there," I said."
I knelt at his feet and stripped off his shoes and socks and
undid the snap on his shorts. His erection was obvious. I
unzipped and gripped both shorts and underwear together. Two
seconds later he was as naked as I was. After a quick kiss on
the tip of his rigid prick I grabbed his ankles and, lifting and
pushing, got him flat on his back on the bed. Before he could
move I was sitting on his thighs with my legs doubled under me.
His erection was flat on his tummy and his balls were under my
moist labia. His hands shot for my breasts and began caressing.
His tit techniques had improved. Megan was making progress with
him. I leaned forward and kissed him, poking my tongue in his
mouth. As we kissed his wandering hands explored every part of
my body that they could reach. I reached down, slipped his cock
in me, placed both my palms flat on his chest and began riding
him. He grabbed my waist and bucked his hips against my ass. I
was getting close when he shot in to me.
"Let me show you something, Todd," I panted and took one of his
hands, working his fingers into me next to his softening prick.
I directed his fingers to where I wanted them and he seemed to
pay close attention, trying to anticipate and fulfill my desires.
I gave him credit for working at fulfilling me after he had
already achieved his own orgasm. Our busy fingers were doing
their job as I grew closer and his prick regained some rigidity.
I leaned back on my outstretched hands, humped spasmodically
against his wiggling fingers and came.
I fell forward on him, torso to torso, and buried my face in his
neck, drinking in his adolescent sweat. My knees were drawn up
and pressing each side of his waist and his prick was still in
me. He was caressing my bottom. We relaxed in that position for
several minutes and I whispered in his ear, "That was very good,
Todd. You did a good job."
"Thank you, Mrs. Smith," he replied. I liked the fact that he
still called me Mrs. Smith after fucking me. It gave the whole
encounter an erotic, surrealistic feeling.
I pulled myself off his prick and stretched out beside him and we
lay on our sides facing each other. I draped one leg over his
hip and began to gently kiss his face and lips and eyes and ears
and used my tongue to taste him. Todd returned my ministrations
in kind. Our hands wandered over each other's bodies and I
slipped mine down between us and felt his renewed hardness that
was still wet and slippery with our combined excretions. I
kissed and licked my way down between his legs and took first one
testicle and then the other into my mouth and caressed them with
my lips and tongue. His prick was rock hard, once again, and his
moans were audible. I returned to his lips and whispered in his
ear, "Has Megan shown you anal sex, yet?"
He was grinding his dick against me in his renewed arousal but
stopped when he considered my question.
"No," he grinned. "What do we do?"
I took his hand and sucked his fingers making them slippery with
spit. "Use that to grease my asshole," I said turning my back to
him and drawing up my top leg to make my hole more accessible.
He poked my hole with one finger and slipped it in and then a
second finger. He massaged my sphincter and made it slippery. I
reached behind me and grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to
my mouth to resalivate his fingers and returned his hand to my
asshole where he continued his probing. I contorted my body and
placed his prick in my mouth to assure as much lubrication as
possible and then returned to my former position.
"Now fuck me in the ass, Todd. Use your hand to guide it in," I
told him.
I could feel his hard prick poking against my sphincter and then
break its way through with a groan from his lips. I again took
his wrist and guided his hand to my sex. He had learned his
previous lesson well and knew what to do with his fingers. He
pounded his prick in and out of my hole and smacking his loins
against my ass. The two of us climbed toward our second orgasm.
We timed this one well. We peaked simultaneously and crashed
back to earth, exhausted.
"God that was great, Mrs. Smith. You're awesome!"
Once again I moved my lips to his crotch and thoroughly cleaned
his limp penis. This time it stayed limp. I padded off to the
bath to brush my teeth, a luxury I never had when in SPH. When I
got back to the bedroom he was already dressed so I figured what
the hell, and walked back to the family room with him, hand in
hand, naked. Everybody applauded. Todd blushed.
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Please let me know what you think of the story.
MOF
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