Message-ID: <61440asstr$1314396602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <CAKLTewdhDObeAKN2iB_JxaLcdKNaui4zw4JqapyCE1vo4RTuPQ@mail.gmail.com> From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 11:55:48 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} "Family Discipline" -- Uther -- MF span Lines: 292 Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 18:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61440> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman This material is copyright, 2011, by Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at nogardnePrethU@gmail.com . All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Family Discipline by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com MF span "Are you ready for another game, Terry?" Faith asked. She'd been prepared two nights ago, but lost the coin flip. "Not really." But she was obviously ready, and what was his objection except that he hadn't thought out his game? Well, there was a solution to that. "Tell you what, let me get out of the rest of this stuff and give me the coin." When he'd stripped, she handed him the nickel. Terry took one look at it and slapped it down on the bed, not flipping it at all. "Well, what do you know? Tails," Terry said. Faith went to the closet and fetched out what remained of her childhood doll collection. The Princess doll was still like new. She'd been too old, and too awed, to really play with it. She could have given it to some relative who would muss it the way she hadn't, but the idea had never appealed. Teddy, on the other hand, had been leaking too much to play with by the time she was six. The older Barbie and Ken had remained when she'd given the other pair and all the costumes to her niece, Bonnie. That had been a while ago; Bonnie was now at State. She lined them up on a chair and her dresser. Terry sat on the book which elevated him above the kitchen-chair seat and watched. Faith's legs didn't look all that long when she was standing up, but they tended to trail out a long way when she was lying over his lap. "Michael," she said, "not in front of the children. What would our dear queen-empress think?" "She would think, my dear, that they deserved to know that misbehavior brings its just punishment." He now knew who he was and what period it was. "When they misbehave, you see me punish them. When you have misbehaved, they should see that you have been punished." "But Michael, Husband..." "They stay. That is my last word. Now come here and remove your clothes." "Michael!" "The rules are clear. And you might ask your children what happens to miscreants who seek to delay their punishment." Faith, who was already down to her panties, mimed removing blouse, skirt, petticoats, and a slip. She stood in her panties, feigning reluctance. "Remove your pantaloons, then confess standing." Now Faith's slowness in stripping wasn't feigned reluctance. What had Martha done wrong? Adultery didn't call for spanking; it called for horsewhipping. Well, what the hell? She pulled her panties off the last foot and stood at attention to Terry's -- or Michael's -- right side. "I, Martha, confess that I bought an ottoman for the front parlour without asking your permission. It was a terrible violation of my promise to obey my rightful husband." "Very well. Lie down across my lap." At least he knew who he was spanking now. "That calls for 25 spanks before the punishment for trying to delay." 'Martha' lay down over 'Michael's' lap. Her four 'children' were in a row behind her with a clear view of her ass. He fitted his hand over her ass, raised it, and brought it down hard. "Ouch! One." She might as well count. Somehow it emphasized the spanking. He slapped her hard four more times. She counted each one. Then he rubbed over the sore ass cheeks. A finger stroked between them. "Husband! In front of the children?" He immediately slapped her again. She, after all, was the one who'd wanted the audience. "Oh, six... Oh! seven." Then the finger returned. Okay, she was a little wet. Between the spanks and the exposure to the 'children,' what did he expect? For that matter, she could feel him rising against her bare stomach. When his finger left her slit, she tensed for another blow. It didn't come, and she began to relax. Then it came, and stung her. "Ow. Eight." His hand rubbed the sore ass cheeks before returning to the slit between them. He circled her entrance before stroking down towards her clit. The nearer he got, the slower he stroked. She couldn't help wriggling her ass when he finally touched it. When he removed his hand this time, it was to adjust himself. She felt him hard against her side. He found himself trying to shield his cock from the doll audience as he shifted it to a more comfortable position. His hand already off her butt, he slapped her again, as hard as he could. Giving his arm a rest meant giving her butt a rest, but that couldn't be helped. "Oh. Nine." "And this is ten." He brought his hand down on her butt again. Her movements against his cock were making him worry whether he could keep himself outside her as long as he needed to. "Ow. Ten." The rubbing on her sore ass was becoming more perfunctory each time, and the strokes along her slit were lasting longer. This time he brushed across her clit three times. She could tell he was trying to keep it as light as possible, but she could feel it. Oh, how she could feel it! "Move further out on my knees, Martha. I can't get enough vigor in my swing when you're this close." As opposed to how much vigor he got in his cock. "Oh, Michael, it feels quite vigorous to me." But she got far enough away that she was no longer touching his cock. He swung again. This did, surprisingly, give him a better swing. The "vigor" had merely been an excuse to keep her from rubbing over his cock. While she counted, he spread her nether lips. Let the kids get a good view of where they came from. He stroked down the near lip almost to her clit and then up the far one. She was swaying on his lap. He poked a finger into her warmth. "Michael!" He was finger fucking her in front of the children. That brought another spank. "Oh, twelve." Half way there, nearly. He swung as hard as he could. "Ow! Thirteen." He went back to rubbing her butt and then her lips. These were beginning to stick out to show that she was really aroused. He stroked between them to bring some moisture all the way to her clit. She swayed her butt back and forth. "Bend your knees, Martha. You are raising your nether regions in a truly indecent manner." When she did bend her knees and lower herself further on his right leg, he swung again. This time, he hit her lower butt -- one cheek with his palm and the other with his fingers. The part of his hand in between got close to her lips. "Ow! Fourteen." She could feel her ass sting. She felt even more aroused by that spank than by the previous caresses. "Oh. Fifteen... Oh. Sixteen... Oh. Seventeen." "Martha, lie still." He rubbed her butt once more, more interested in easing the sting on his hand than on her. Her lips were puffing out quite nicely now, and he brushed over them while rubbing her cheeks. He lightly gripped them between thumb and index finger and rubbed them together. "Lie still, I said." But instead of lying still, she was responding to his attentions by moving her butt under his hand and her thighs against his leg. His next spank covered only one cheek, but his fingertips did reach her lips. "Ow. Eighteen." That stung, and not just on her ass. She shook, partly from pain, but even more from arousal. "Oh. Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-one." These were more gentle, but she could still feel them on her lips. He needed to last until twenty-five. They both did. She was much wetter when he went back to rubbing her lips together. He stroked more liquid down to her clit, not really necessary in this position, and stayed there a while. As he stroked up and down, her body swayed back and forth pushing his legs from side to side. When he circled her clit, trying to just miss it, her butt shifted in a circle chasing his finger. "Oh. Twenty-two." She'd started off needing the spanking. Now, she probably needed completion more. Couldn't he finish <b>something</b>? But he stroked her lips again, getting her more excited but further from any completion. When he finally touched her clit, she moved it harder against his finger by raising her whole ass. But he moved his finger back just out of reach. She pumped up and down, only getting the sensations on her lips. He had to get in twenty-five, and that butt waving in the air was too tempting a target to resist. He gave it a swat that left his hand stinging. "Oof!" She dropped down hard after that spank. "Twenty-three." The warmth was spreading from her ass to her cunt, or maybe it was going in the other direction. Whatever was happening, she felt hot all over that region. He rubbed her lips together while the pain in his palm eased. She was moving without pause on his lap now. He brought his left hand down from her back where it hadn't really been necessary to hold her down. He reached her breast and slid his hand down it until he could tweak a nipple. He rolled it gently between thumb and finger. He stroked the middle finger on his other hand down along the edges of her slick inner lips. He teased her clit for a minute until she was really swinging her ass. Then he struck that tempting target again. "Oh. Twenty four." She was hot all over. Even her hair was sticking to her forehead with sweat. He went back to stroking her. At least, this time, he paid enough attention to her clit. As he stroked it, circled it, stroked it again, she got close. She got so close her whole body tensed. She could feel it about to happen with one more direct stroke on her clit. "Ouch!" That spank had hurt. But it took her over. She clenched. He thrust a couple of fingers in her, and she squeezed them. Again the climax tore through her, and again. "Go to your rooms, children," he said as he felt her relax on his lap. "Your mother and I have other things to discuss." As he lifted her shoulder, she sank down on her knees. He got up. She managed to get up from the floor with his help. The bed was only a few steps away. When she lay down, he rolled her over flat on her back. She wasn't really on her side of the bed, but he didn't seem to mind. He lay on the edge and kissed her. When she managed to kiss back, he moved over her and knelt between her legs. Terry felt her heat surround him as he slid into her. When he was fully in her, mixing his pubic hair with hers, she tightened around his shaft. "Welcome back," he said. He slid out to his tip and then slid all the way in again. The warm smoothness around him made the trip each way delightfully arousing. "Likewise." She felt full, and his motions while he was filling her were bringing her back from her lassitude. Her ass was still warm and his weight on her loins was pressing it hard against the mattress. His motion from side to side moved his cock within her and rubbed her just right around her clit. And he'd been so generous and knew her so well. "Twenty five," she said suddenly. He chuckled. Her mind was fully present. And her body was not only present but hot. He stroked out, kissed her, and pressed in again. The slickness was still hot. She was holding his shoulders with her arms and his legs with hers. As he stroked into and out of her, her arousal spiraled upward. She met his rhythm, pressing against him as he pressed into her, easing back as he withdrew. He was so firm as he moved in her; she was so full as he pressed down. She was close; she could feel it. Then, he pressed more firmly into her, filling her even more, and throbbed. That pushed her over. The fire shot through her once more. He was trying to hold back to wait for her, but she was so smooth, so responsive, so hot. He buried himself in that heat and pumped himself into her center. And, as he pulsed, she pulsed around him. They lay like that, both climaxing, and then both spent. Finally, he rolled off. "You, my love," he told her, "are something else." "So are you, and so generous." "Dunno. I beat you twice for buying a stupid sofa." He reached down to pull the covers over them. "I have to put the dolls away," she said. She couldn't make the effort to get up just then, though. "Don't worry about the kids. I sent them to their rooms. The dolls can be put away tomorrow." "You, wonderful as you are, are slightly weird." "Well, it was your role-play." The end Family Discipline by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com 2011/08/18 This story was improved by suggestions from participants of: http://www.desdmona.com/fishtank.php The Fish Tank An earlier story about Terry and Faith: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/heads.htm The index to almost all my stories: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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