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Subject: {ASSM} "Family Discipline" -- Uther -- MF span
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Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 18:10:02 -0400
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Family Discipline
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

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"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
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