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It was about a week later ,on the Friday at tea, life had fallen to a quick screw each evening at bedtime twix whoever was the allotted pair and the momentous spanking had not been mentioned, though gran had sat on a cushion all week, and on the Thursday in bed Alec had spent time soothing the bruises and wondering at the yellowing marks.
It was gran herself who brought up the rota, at tea on Friday she said “that though the rota shared out the sex evenly, it was fine as far as it went, but sex must not be compulsory or life would become a chore, it was she said “just to be used as a guide!”
This then was agreed but at Tinas insistence either Friday or Saturday needed to be designated as proper sex nights , and a bit more special, preferably Saturday as she was at WI on Fridays they could “all get over it on Sundays, before school on Monday or Alec would be slipping academically and that would never do!”
Alec was not as keen, but went along with it as in his words sex on Saturdays was better “than nothing” and they all laughed, when Tina said, “there was little chance of that in this house with two randy women… and an eager stud!”
She turned to Beryl, and asked about last weekend, wondering “if it had resolved her needs?”
Beryl smiled, then after a little thought said, “I needed to be used, don’t ask me why, I couldn’t tell you and I felt completely and utterly used thank you, I can`t describe the feeling of… well, giving myself, knowing I would be unable to influence the outcome of the evening, knowing my master, however young was going to do whatever he wanted to me, do his will… anticipation was a big part of it, and once I was secure, being helpless to avoid it…wow it was something else believe me!” she smiled said that “the bruises were fading now but my arse is still tender, but the memories of that roped down feeling had been with me all week, and it was something special, especially when Alec had announced that the punishment wouldn’t be over till he came inside you Tina, it filled me with delicious dread!” Alec by now was grinning broadly, and he asked about the gag.
She said “that was another twist, I`ve read about choking the victim, restricting the airflow, to heighten the sexual reflexes, but I thought I was going to die at the end to be honest, when I nearly swallowed those bloody panties, but it was megga!
Though my daughter-in-law`s used panties perhaps are not the most hygienic things to suck on, but it made it more degrading and sadly in my excitement It nearly choked me on them at the last minutes, but that was down to me!”
Tina then, looking interested and a little eager asked, Beryl “was it a one of, or do you wish to do it again, and if so, could she please do at least some of the whipping, as the sound of that leather on skin had had her in raptures, and it had been going round in her head ever since…”
Beryl grinned broadly and said “when your secure Tina, you don’t have a choice who does what to you, or how, but yes I will enjoy that again soon but not too often as it would lose its appeal if it happened regularly.” She smiled at her daughter-in-law and said seriously, “perhaps you both should experience being the victim sometime, just to understand the whole feeling of helplessness and its effects…” there was a silence you could cut, Alec obviously hadn’t ever considered being bound, though Tina smiled and said “strangely I was going to suggest that for myself, your orgasm was awesome last weekend, I`ve never seen anyone so excited, that Cyril, he had me screaming a time or two, or at least his clients did,
But it was a case of just pain, not joy, just being used… being an unloved lump of meat for their specific use.”
Reluctantly Alec said, “he supposed it was only fair to play victim once in a while, but he was not keen, and he had really enjoyed being master last weekend!”
They grinned and his Gran said, “that was very obvious!” to which they laughed though Alec said he had had misgivings after, about the gag and was sorry if he had gone too far! His gran leant to him and kissed him saying, “life`s a learning curve, you will think next time, and there will be a next time belive me, but we will uses another method of restricting breathing…, OK?” Of course, it was OK, he smiled, “yes gran, if you say so…”
They laughed once more at his gushing response, then Beryl said, “look I am still pretty bruised, so you are not getting to use me as victim this weekend and as you both need to try being victim, and as I`m off to the WI tonight and I need to be getting ready, we need to get on. But before you leave this table, toss a coin for it and lets play tomorrow, the winner can experience the anticipation I did before last weekend,” she noted the effect the word ‘winner’ had, she laughed and explained that, isn’t it obvious? “the winner only has to anticipate his or her fate for 24 hours…
but the loser has a whole week till next Saturday…” then chuckling she reached for a coin.
Tina called “heads… “
Gran tossed the coin which flipped and twisted in the evening light twirling, then clattered to the tabletop, five eager eyes scanned the thing.
He was declared tomorrows victim, Tina being the unlucky soul with seven days to stew on her coming fate.
Tonight, mother and son after a round of vanilla sex, would sleep in each-other`s comforting arms, while gran enjoyed her pots of jam and a lecture on keeping ferrets as a hobby, from some distant cousin of the secretary. It was a funny sort of life.
Breakfast was at ten, a slow Saturday morning start, Gran as usual was bustling about her kitchen when Tina, still half asleep appeared, they were into the second cup of coffee when Alec appeared, hair tousled, and still in his PJ`s, they fed on full English, less the black pudding which none of them liked. Again, they sat after the meal and Beryl regaled them with the high point of last night`s meeting and the speaker… who at one point lost control of a white polecat which ran amok amongst the ladies feet.
Apparently too screams and rapid exit`s, till Liz, unflappable Liz, caught the thing in her basket. Alec suggested it was as well it was a polecat, not a big cat…
Tina cleared away the plates and it being her turn washed up, Alec was just edging towards the door when his gran caught him and with Tinas help, he soon found himself on his back and secured to the table, naked, both women laughing as the pj`s were replaced by ropes and his look of shock at their efficiency was worth a good look. He lay back and his grandmother gently tickled his balls till his errection stood up and proud, five, nearly six inches of youthful errection and a pair of balls that were sizeable for his age-group. She laughed and said the balls were that size due to the exercise they had had! For his part he was terrified, he had near choked her last Saturday on her daughters knickers and he was worried she would get her own back this week. He was not wrong to worry.
Tina blindfolded him, which made his plight worse, he could hear a clicking, his mind wondering what the sound could be and doing somersaults the women were not giving him any clues, a soft hand eased back his foreskin, he wondered if it was his mothers or his gran`s hand, whoever it was, was now blowing on the exposed glans.
It was not the most horrible thing that had ever happened, and his mind focused on the enjoyment side of the situation… the gentle breeze both cooled and excited him in one go. The fingers opened the pee slit it felt sexual exciting and erotic in one. Then the first spot of hot wax hit, it was a complete shock, it hit the tip of the helmet half in and half out of the pee slit, he screamed, as it cooled instantly. his focussed mind realised that the click was the lighter lighting the candle, he knew with clarity there would be more much more…
Drip after drip followed, each one that touched the skin causing him another small cry of excited pain, the bell was soon covered, and the foreskin returned to its place though this time over a layer of warm wax. The tool was eased onto his belly and drips hot and liquid fell onto the underside of the thing and his balls he tugged at the bindings, but they were just too good, was this how Gran had felt, secure and unable to move, his mind reeled, knowing whatever these women had in mind it was going to happen, was going to be completed, he was theirs, but next week it would be his turn… more drips fell, pinpoints of brief pain, he could hear that clicking again, neither woman had spoken, he knew it was pre-planned, in his blacked out world every drip was massive, his nipples now came in as targets hot drips on his nipples, then back to his balls, he knew he was going to come soon and he said so, which caused laughter and grans voice in his ear saying “I wouldn’t, you have a wax stopper in your pipe laddie when you come it will be an agony of pressure, just wait and see.” His imagination ran riot, then the voice said you have a choice, we can just leave you, and you can come or piss which you will need to soon and it will be agony, or you can have us remove the wax with these knotted leather bootlaces that we will used as whips, 20 lashes each, which I promise will ease the pressure, but will be another sort of agony… and your balls and prick will be marked big time, it`s your own choice but as it stands you can`t even piss!”
His mind did cartwheels again, he had no idea how far inside his tool the wax had set, the spurt of his seed against that plug would hurt horribly he had no doubt, and as to that cap of wax in and outside that foreskin… oh god what should he do… take the lashes which would crack and remove the wax, hopefully before he blew his wad…
The voice asked “well?”
He began to whimper, his choices were limited, and he didn’t want to make any hasty decisions, but the voice whispered in his ear again… “Well?”
Near to tears he managed to say… “don’t you too whip me… please!”
The voice chuckled, he heard the kettle boiling, were they going to do something with the boiling water… melt the wax perhaps…no even these two sadists wouldn’t scald him….surely... then the voice said “Not so funny now is it…” and he heard them pouring coffee and slipped out to sit at the back door on a now sun-drenched bench, as a bonus, knowing he had not emptied himself yet, they left the tap noisily trickling and splashing water into the sink.
Twenty long minutes passed, his mind churning, he knew he would be more thoughtful about his masterly dealings. That was a fact, but, he was still secure he couldn’t move, his balls and knob were encased in a crust of wax, cool and stiff now, but his bladder… oh his bladder, that tap was making things worse, that sound was egging his own water on, it felt near to bursting… perhaps he could ease things if he dribbled just a little out… he tried urine control dribbling a little in the hope it would wash but wax away, but to his horror the pipe in his prick soon filled as the exit was well blocked… pressure was building… oh the pain.
Where were they, surely they wouldn’t let his dick explode…
The women returned, placing the coffee cups on the side and removing his blindfold, happy faces smiled down as he blinked against the light, he began gibbering about the pain, the pressure in his pipe, and his mother chuckled then said, “Do we get to whip your blockage away then…?” by now he would have agreed to anything, “please help me… please…!”
The women chuckled then naked now and one on either side of him they began peeling the wax from his bell end, the final lump the first drip just inside the pee hole his beloved grandmother picked out with her fingernails and the pee pressure behind the plug.
His bladder drained splashing like a waterfall down onto the quarry tiled floor, the relief was magic though the tool remained stiff, if slack, still held up by the wax covering like a form of splint. The women took up their bootlaces, each a good 18inches long and tight knotted at the ends. He knew what was coming, his gran took the first swing, the leather wrapped itself round the hard shell of the erect shaft. There was little feeling bar the dull plop of the leather hitting the wax. His mother struck as soon as his grandmothers leather had fallen away, again a dull thud as the swinging leather wrapped around the waxen shaft. Neither stroke had been hard, but he dreaded the loss of the wax shield.
Again, they struck, a crack appearing in the wax as the second stroke hit home, his defence was beginning to crumble. By the tenth lash a piece of hard wax shell fell into the puddle on the floor, the air felt cool on the exposed skin, then the lashes fell this time on some wax but across the soft skin of the exposed prick.
His body jerked another piece of wax fell away this time from his ball sack. Relentlessly those two thongs fell consistent and not over-hard, his wax coating fell away bit by bit, the exposed rod stinging now as the last of the wax went and they ceased their ministrations his tool hot, sore and throbbing his mother straddled him, stood on the low kitchen stool, facing away from him, not an easy trick as he was bent backwards over the table edge but she managed to impale herself on her only sons shaft with just a little help from the older woman. It was short and to the point, a climax was taken regardless of the lads discomfort, her breathless body slipping from him and being replaced by his gran, again in that same stance.
This time the sore shafted lad managed to cum just as his gran did, his seed sending her into orbit, and her stepping from the stool to stand desperately trying to regain her breath while clutching Tina for balance.
Alec was soon released, and they cleaned up together, while explain to the lad about limits and respecting the victim, a lesson now learnt in the most practical way!
They made coffee again, and with homemade buns they retired to grans big bed for a sleepy afternoon of gentle dozing and less taxing sex.
It was about a week later ,on the Friday at tea, life had fallen to a quick screw each evening at bedtime twix whoever was the allotted pair and the momentous spanking had not been mentioned, though gran had sat on a cushion all week, and on the Thursday in bed Alec had spent time soothing the bruises and wondering at the yellowing marks.
It was gran herself who brought up the rota, at tea on Friday she said “that though the rota shared out the sex evenly, it was fine as far as it went, but sex must not be compulsory or life would become a chore, it was she said “just to be used as a guide!”
This then was agreed but at Tinas insistence either Friday or Saturday needed to be designated as proper sex nights , and a bit more special, preferably Saturday as she was at WI on Fridays they could “all get over it on Sundays, before school on Monday or Alec would be slipping academically and that would never do!”
Alec was not as keen, but went along with it as in his words sex on Saturdays was better “than nothing” and they all laughed, when Tina said, “there was little chance of that in this house with two randy women… and an eager stud!”
She turned to Beryl, and asked about last weekend, wondering “if it had resolved her needs?”
Beryl smiled, then after a little thought said, “I needed to be used, don’t ask me why, I couldn’t tell you and I felt completely and utterly used thank you, I can`t describe the feeling of… well, giving myself, knowing I would be unable to influence the outcome of the evening, knowing my master, however young was going to do whatever he wanted to me, do his will… anticipation was a big part of it, and once I was secure, being helpless to avoid it…wow it was something else believe me!” she smiled said that “the bruises were fading now but my arse is still tender, but the memories of that roped down feeling had been with me all week, and it was something special, especially when Alec had announced that the punishment wouldn’t be over till he came inside you Tina, it filled me with delicious dread!” Alec by now was grinning broadly, and he asked about the gag.
She said “that was another twist, I`ve read about choking the victim, restricting the airflow, to heighten the sexual reflexes, but I thought I was going to die at the end to be honest, when I nearly swallowed those bloody panties, but it was megga!
Though my daughter-in-law`s used panties perhaps are not the most hygienic things to suck on, but it made it more degrading and sadly in my excitement It nearly choked me on them at the last minutes, but that was down to me!”
Tina then, looking interested and a little eager asked, Beryl “was it a one of, or do you wish to do it again, and if so, could she please do at least some of the whipping, as the sound of that leather on skin had had her in raptures, and it had been going round in her head ever since…”
Beryl grinned broadly and said “when your secure Tina, you don’t have a choice who does what to you, or how, but yes I will enjoy that again soon but not too often as it would lose its appeal if it happened regularly.” She smiled at her daughter-in-law and said seriously, “perhaps you both should experience being the victim sometime, just to understand the whole feeling of helplessness and its effects…” there was a silence you could cut, Alec obviously hadn’t ever considered being bound, though Tina smiled and said “strangely I was going to suggest that for myself, your orgasm was awesome last weekend, I`ve never seen anyone so excited, that Cyril, he had me screaming a time or two, or at least his clients did,
But it was a case of just pain, not joy, just being used… being an unloved lump of meat for their specific use.”
Reluctantly Alec said, “he supposed it was only fair to play victim once in a while, but he was not keen, and he had really enjoyed being master last weekend!”
They grinned and his Gran said, “that was very obvious!” to which they laughed though Alec said he had had misgivings after, about the gag and was sorry if he had gone too far! His gran leant to him and kissed him saying, “life`s a learning curve, you will think next time, and there will be a next time belive me, but we will uses another method of restricting breathing…, OK?” Of course, it was OK, he smiled, “yes gran, if you say so…”
They laughed once more at his gushing response, then Beryl said, “look I am still pretty bruised, so you are not getting to use me as victim this weekend and as you both need to try being victim, and as I`m off to the WI tonight and I need to be getting ready, we need to get on. But before you leave this table, toss a coin for it and lets play tomorrow, the winner can experience the anticipation I did before last weekend,” she noted the effect the word ‘winner’ had, she laughed and explained that, isn’t it obvious? “the winner only has to anticipate his or her fate for 24 hours…
but the loser has a whole week till next Saturday…” then chuckling she reached for a coin.
Tina called “heads… “
Gran tossed the coin which flipped and twisted in the evening light twirling, then clattered to the tabletop, five eager eyes scanned the thing.
He was declared tomorrows victim, Tina being the unlucky soul with seven days to stew on her coming fate.
Tonight, mother and son after a round of vanilla sex, would sleep in each-other`s comforting arms, while gran enjoyed her pots of jam and a lecture on keeping ferrets as a hobby, from some distant cousin of the secretary. It was a funny sort of life.
Breakfast was at ten, a slow Saturday morning start, Gran as usual was bustling about her kitchen when Tina, still half asleep appeared, they were into the second cup of coffee when Alec appeared, hair tousled, and still in his PJ`s, they fed on full English, less the black pudding which none of them liked. Again, they sat after the meal and Beryl regaled them with the high point of last night`s meeting and the speaker… who at one point lost control of a white polecat which ran amok amongst the ladies feet.
Apparently too screams and rapid exit`s, till Liz, unflappable Liz, caught the thing in her basket. Alec suggested it was as well it was a polecat, not a big cat…
Tina cleared away the plates and it being her turn washed up, Alec was just edging towards the door when his gran caught him and with Tinas help, he soon found himself on his back and secured to the table, naked, both women laughing as the pj`s were replaced by ropes and his look of shock at their efficiency was worth a good look. He lay back and his grandmother gently tickled his balls till his errection stood up and proud, five, nearly six inches of youthful errection and a pair of balls that were sizeable for his age-group. She laughed and said the balls were that size due to the exercise they had had! For his part he was terrified, he had near choked her last Saturday on her daughters knickers and he was worried she would get her own back this week. He was not wrong to worry.
Tina blindfolded him, which made his plight worse, he could hear a clicking, his mind wondering what the sound could be and doing somersaults the women were not giving him any clues, a soft hand eased back his foreskin, he wondered if it was his mothers or his gran`s hand, whoever it was, was now blowing on the exposed glans.
It was not the most horrible thing that had ever happened, and his mind focused on the enjoyment side of the situation… the gentle breeze both cooled and excited him in one go. The fingers opened the pee slit it felt sexual exciting and erotic in one. Then the first spot of hot wax hit, it was a complete shock, it hit the tip of the helmet half in and half out of the pee slit, he screamed, as it cooled instantly. his focussed mind realised that the click was the lighter lighting the candle, he knew with clarity there would be more much more…
Drip after drip followed, each one that touched the skin causing him another small cry of excited pain, the bell was soon covered, and the foreskin returned to its place though this time over a layer of warm wax. The tool was eased onto his belly and drips hot and liquid fell onto the underside of the thing and his balls he tugged at the bindings, but they were just too good, was this how Gran had felt, secure and unable to move, his mind reeled, knowing whatever these women had in mind it was going to happen, was going to be completed, he was theirs, but next week it would be his turn… more drips fell, pinpoints of brief pain, he could hear that clicking again, neither woman had spoken, he knew it was pre-planned, in his blacked out world every drip was massive, his nipples now came in as targets hot drips on his nipples, then back to his balls, he knew he was going to come soon and he said so, which caused laughter and grans voice in his ear saying “I wouldn’t, you have a wax stopper in your pipe laddie when you come it will be an agony of pressure, just wait and see.” His imagination ran riot, then the voice said you have a choice, we can just leave you, and you can come or piss which you will need to soon and it will be agony, or you can have us remove the wax with these knotted leather bootlaces that we will used as whips, 20 lashes each, which I promise will ease the pressure, but will be another sort of agony… and your balls and prick will be marked big time, it`s your own choice but as it stands you can`t even piss!”
His mind did cartwheels again, he had no idea how far inside his tool the wax had set, the spurt of his seed against that plug would hurt horribly he had no doubt, and as to that cap of wax in and outside that foreskin… oh god what should he do… take the lashes which would crack and remove the wax, hopefully before he blew his wad…
The voice asked “well?”
He began to whimper, his choices were limited, and he didn’t want to make any hasty decisions, but the voice whispered in his ear again… “Well?”
Near to tears he managed to say… “don’t you too whip me… please!”
The voice chuckled, he heard the kettle boiling, were they going to do something with the boiling water… melt the wax perhaps…no even these two sadists wouldn’t scald him….surely... then the voice said “Not so funny now is it…” and he heard them pouring coffee and slipped out to sit at the back door on a now sun-drenched bench, as a bonus, knowing he had not emptied himself yet, they left the tap noisily trickling and splashing water into the sink.
Twenty long minutes passed, his mind churning, he knew he would be more thoughtful about his masterly dealings. That was a fact, but, he was still secure he couldn’t move, his balls and knob were encased in a crust of wax, cool and stiff now, but his bladder… oh his bladder, that tap was making things worse, that sound was egging his own water on, it felt near to bursting… perhaps he could ease things if he dribbled just a little out… he tried urine control dribbling a little in the hope it would wash but wax away, but to his horror the pipe in his prick soon filled as the exit was well blocked… pressure was building… oh the pain.
Where were they, surely they wouldn’t let his dick explode…
The women returned, placing the coffee cups on the side and removing his blindfold, happy faces smiled down as he blinked against the light, he began gibbering about the pain, the pressure in his pipe, and his mother chuckled then said, “Do we get to whip your blockage away then…?” by now he would have agreed to anything, “please help me… please…!”
The women chuckled then naked now and one on either side of him they began peeling the wax from his bell end, the final lump the first drip just inside the pee hole his beloved grandmother picked out with her fingernails and the pee pressure behind the plug.
His bladder drained splashing like a waterfall down onto the quarry tiled floor, the relief was magic though the tool remained stiff, if slack, still held up by the wax covering like a form of splint. The women took up their bootlaces, each a good 18inches long and tight knotted at the ends. He knew what was coming, his gran took the first swing, the leather wrapped itself round the hard shell of the erect shaft. There was little feeling bar the dull plop of the leather hitting the wax. His mother struck as soon as his grandmothers leather had fallen away, again a dull thud as the swinging leather wrapped around the waxen shaft. Neither stroke had been hard, but he dreaded the loss of the wax shield.
Again, they struck, a crack appearing in the wax as the second stroke hit home, his defence was beginning to crumble. By the tenth lash a piece of hard wax shell fell into the puddle on the floor, the air felt cool on the exposed skin, then the lashes fell this time on some wax but across the soft skin of the exposed prick.
His body jerked another piece of wax fell away this time from his ball sack. Relentlessly those two thongs fell consistent and not over-hard, his wax coating fell away bit by bit, the exposed rod stinging now as the last of the wax went and they ceased their ministrations his tool hot, sore and throbbing his mother straddled him, stood on the low kitchen stool, facing away from him, not an easy trick as he was bent backwards over the table edge but she managed to impale herself on her only sons shaft with just a little help from the older woman. It was short and to the point, a climax was taken regardless of the lads discomfort, her breathless body slipping from him and being replaced by his gran, again in that same stance.
This time the sore shafted lad managed to cum just as his gran did, his seed sending her into orbit, and her stepping from the stool to stand desperately trying to regain her breath while clutching Tina for balance.
Alec was soon released, and they cleaned up together, while explain to the lad about limits and respecting the victim, a lesson now learnt in the most practical way!
They made coffee again, and with homemade buns they retired to grans big bed for a sleepy afternoon of gentle dozing and less taxing sex.
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