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The next day being Saturday there was little to be done round the house, it was raining, so the garden was out, so her having fetched a tray of tea and toast, they lay in their bed, nibbling on the toast and listening to the rain on the windows while just enjoying being together.
“Do you think I`m strange wanting pain as I do?” she asked between mouthfuls of toast, he thought for a moment swallowed, then looking deep into her eyes said, “well most folk would run a mile rather than endure what you have that is true, and to get sexual satisfaction from pain is exceptional, but not unheard of, and in reality I love it too so who cares?” he took another slice, as she drank her tea, then said that she had “loved pain as a young girl so it can`t be all blamed on the brothers, oh they knew her needs instinctively, and used it to the full, but my father years before had found out, in the woodshed when he gave me his belt , !” She paused , then went on to explain “it was dads way of chastising us girls a stroke or two of his belt on our bare arses, and he would line the three of us up have us bare our arses one at a time and bending us over his saw-horse he would administer as many strokes as he felt we deserved that week always in age order and me being youngest being last.” By now he was finished with the toast and hanging on her every word. “Matty, your aunt Matilda was always first, and always cried, running back to the house afterwards, still with her knickers in her hand, Alice, well she would cry and with some dignity put on hers before she left and walked to the house, but me, well once they had gone I would take off everything, and lay over the horse naked, and love the whole process, begging him for more!” he looked at her seriously then in a measured tone said, “And did he?”
“Not at first, he thought it was a ruse, to defy him, or get off with no punishment, at first, but, later, oh yes later he realised I was serious and obliged me a little though he knew mum would be unhappy if I had too many marks!”
“Wow!” he muttered, “and did it go any further?” “you mean did he have me?” she smiled, “yes I`m afraid he couldn’t resist me. Later mum, took the other two to visit her mother who was unwell, I couldn’t go as I was doing some exams at my school that week, and dad, well he couldn’t resist me!” she smiled as if lost in memory, “I slept in his bed all week, he had me, every night, luckily he used condoms, but he also used my arse as foreplay with his belt, and I loved it!” he looked at her with a mixture of amazement and excitement asking how old she was, her answer of “13 or 14ish” came as a shock.
“And did it go on after mother got home?”
” Suspicious mother clicked on straight away, crafty as always she had counted the condoms in the box, and did it again on her return, things were never the same in our house after that!”
He asked how? And was astounded when she said that “well mother hated sex and all about it, blamed sex on losing her figure, dur to pregnancy, and had done it as a duty once a week for the last few years, his chastising us had been his foreplay though of course we girls didn’t know it!” she paused, “I must have been a gift from heaven for him, and in a funny way her too, anyway she sent the girls out and asked us, dad and me, if we had been at it and had he had the other girls too, he didn’t deny having me but said he had not touched either of the others, well I`m not surprised, you’ve seen them straight faced baggage’s… but he did say he was sorry and begged her to forgive him, she in turn saying that he had had her for the last time, and there was to be no more chastisement for the other girls, and that if he wanted to slate his lust on this little slut he could, but not to let the others find out!” she paused , not meeting his eye now, perhaps a little tearful.
He looked at his mother in shock, he had known his grandmother till her passing and was amazed that she was like that…as she went on “l had sex with him every few days whenever we could, and my arse was striped each time, it was like a ritual, mum even watching me belted, bound over her own kitchen table most times, when the girls were out of course, it was like she hated me for taking her man, but loved me for the relief, if that makes sense.” He nodded she went on that her dad had suddenly lost his errection`s when she was 17, it broke his heart, especially when she began “walking out with your dad,” though she said he still used his belt occasionally, sometimes even with my Jim. “The rest of course you know it`s in the albums” he put the tray on the floor and turning to her he kissed her, “god I want you, you make me so bloody horny.” She smiled, saying, “she was all his, but ‘to recreate the old days’ she would like a good belting first!” they both knew it was a kitchen table job, so, without a word said, they descended the stairs, he taking the tray with him, a moment or two behind her, having stopped to fetch one if his belts, a black 2” wide leather one, that would he hoped stand up to the stress better than some of the others he owned.
In the kitchen, he found the table had been cleared, and she was sat still in the flimsy dressing gown she had thrown over her shoulders as she left the bedroom. If anything, it made her look more vulnerable and desirable.
The kitchen, a big stone floored traditional old-fashioned cavern of a place, the centre dominated with a huge scrubbed six-legged, wooden table solid and Victorian. The tray deposited on the draining board he took a seat next to her and asked for the details of the ritualistic beatings.
She said that “her mother would be at the head of the table, sat down in her favourite chair waiting, she dressed more or less as I am now. I would present my wrists to her and she would attach two ropes to them, I would be bent over the table end and the two ropes attached to the leg`s so I could not move then daddy would appear fold the gown up over her back and then egged on by mother he would begin striking me. it was an extasy of pain, he would continue till I could not walk sometimes, her eyes never once leaving mine, and she alone knowing when to call a halt, father she knew would not have had the willpower!”
“The blows,” she said, “were always delivered in fives, a second or two between the groups, and if mother called him to stop, regardless of when, he would always finish the five!”
She paused, “Now my boy, here is the ultimate test for you, I want to be secured and you with your belt may strike me, but stopping will be up to you, there is none to tell you stop, so it`s your chance to show control, a feeling of power will overcome you, but, too early and I shall not enjoy it, too late and I won`t be capable of walking. Its as simple as that!” she held out two short blue ropes and waited. The inference was obvious.
He was quick about adding the ropes kissing her, then leading her to the table end. The height was just perfect, the table edge just at her sex height. She bent herself forward, spreading her arms and waiting patiently for him to secure the rope tails. He then lifted the gown almost reverentially, wondering at this opportunity, marvelling at her willpower. She looked to him perfection. Oh, she was no youngster with a bubble butt, but her cheeks were still full and a perfect target, pale and ready under the kitchen light.
He asked if she was ready, perhaps playing for time, wrapping the belt buckle end around his hand, as she said determinedly, “I am, yes please daddy”, it was no whisper as he had expected, it was a clear and precise request.
The leather left a red stripe, left to right, red and livid, her body jerked a little as it struck, but not a sound was offered. A rush of power such as he had never before enjoyed coursed through his body, ‘swat’ a second, then swish splat, swish splat swish splat, five red lines, welts, wonderful red welts, he moved to the other side of the table, again the feeling of power as that wicked belt swung once more thwack , thwack, steady as a metronome thwack , thwack, thwack , the five fell, the leather tail curling round towards her opposite hip,
Again, he changed sides, as she began to whimper, god this power, this marvellous feeling of control, he had never before felt this, it was magic, he started again, five, move, just five, move another five, by now she was tearful, sobbing, her butt cheeks red welts and purple lines of shear pain, criss-crossing the seat of his poor mother. He began again, odd strokes hitting her legs just below those damaged cheeks almost as if he didn’t want to strike the already painful welts, strangely these odd strokes seemed to hurt her more than strikes on her battered cheeks. Oh, how he was enjoying the game, she was head back now, wailing, screaming, her face flushed, he was suddenly aware he needed to stop, just four more then, crack, crack the leather struck, her wrists red from pulling hard against the hard and rough ropes, spurred on by each stroke, crack, another scream heartrending echoing round the big kitchen, the final stroke just under those lovely but now damaged cheeks. He threw the belt to the floor, turned to her once more and slammed his rampant meat deep into her wet slot, she grunted over her sobs, he began slamming himself into her, grabbing at handfuls of her hair as if to pull himself deeper, it was savage, brutal sex, raw and uncompromising. She knew he would not stop until she had received his offering, she had come herself twice so far, massive orgasms, the pain having accelerated the effects, her arse sore against his pubic hair on each stroke, her scalp sending still more messages of pain to her brain and her wrists securing her from rising, working against his body and her pain at tugs of her hair.
Suddenly he collapsed on her back, her guts full of his seed, she knew it was over, slumping forward onto the plain scrubbed wooden surface, he was spent.
Twenty minutes past, he had laid for some moments on her, his stand slowly collapsing, his, and indeed her breathing, returning to a more normal rate, he withdrew, noting as he did the livid purple welts, and the cum, his own offerings, still dripping from his mother`s sex lips. He release the ropes, fortunately easy opened slip knots, he having pre-thought the tension on the ropes, helping her to her feet and undoing the rope from her red wrists where it had cut into her skin, her pain having instinctively made her pull at the rough rope till it had hurt.
Slowly on shaking legs she tried to walk, but it was beyond her, she slumped back onto her table-top, he helping her up until she lay face down like a sacrifice on an altar. He fetched creams and salves, enjoying applying the balmy creams to the welts he had inflicted. Her sex lips were also marked though he had not realised he had targeted them, again he applied the cream realising now, why the shots under her butt had been so much more painful. She had not uttered a word since bending for him, he needed her to give him her blessing, her validation so he asked if he had stopped too early or too late? to which she smiled in a sad way and said… “It was Perfect daddy, perfect, we must do this again” smiling weakly then adding, “And there`s three albums yet!”
The next day being Saturday there was little to be done round the house, it was raining, so the garden was out, so her having fetched a tray of tea and toast, they lay in their bed, nibbling on the toast and listening to the rain on the windows while just enjoying being together.
“Do you think I`m strange wanting pain as I do?” she asked between mouthfuls of toast, he thought for a moment swallowed, then looking deep into her eyes said, “well most folk would run a mile rather than endure what you have that is true, and to get sexual satisfaction from pain is exceptional, but not unheard of, and in reality I love it too so who cares?” he took another slice, as she drank her tea, then said that she had “loved pain as a young girl so it can`t be all blamed on the brothers, oh they knew her needs instinctively, and used it to the full, but my father years before had found out, in the woodshed when he gave me his belt , !” She paused , then went on to explain “it was dads way of chastising us girls a stroke or two of his belt on our bare arses, and he would line the three of us up have us bare our arses one at a time and bending us over his saw-horse he would administer as many strokes as he felt we deserved that week always in age order and me being youngest being last.” By now he was finished with the toast and hanging on her every word. “Matty, your aunt Matilda was always first, and always cried, running back to the house afterwards, still with her knickers in her hand, Alice, well she would cry and with some dignity put on hers before she left and walked to the house, but me, well once they had gone I would take off everything, and lay over the horse naked, and love the whole process, begging him for more!” he looked at her seriously then in a measured tone said, “And did he?”
“Not at first, he thought it was a ruse, to defy him, or get off with no punishment, at first, but, later, oh yes later he realised I was serious and obliged me a little though he knew mum would be unhappy if I had too many marks!”
“Wow!” he muttered, “and did it go any further?” “you mean did he have me?” she smiled, “yes I`m afraid he couldn’t resist me. Later mum, took the other two to visit her mother who was unwell, I couldn’t go as I was doing some exams at my school that week, and dad, well he couldn’t resist me!” she smiled as if lost in memory, “I slept in his bed all week, he had me, every night, luckily he used condoms, but he also used my arse as foreplay with his belt, and I loved it!” he looked at her with a mixture of amazement and excitement asking how old she was, her answer of “13 or 14ish” came as a shock.
“And did it go on after mother got home?”
” Suspicious mother clicked on straight away, crafty as always she had counted the condoms in the box, and did it again on her return, things were never the same in our house after that!”
He asked how? And was astounded when she said that “well mother hated sex and all about it, blamed sex on losing her figure, dur to pregnancy, and had done it as a duty once a week for the last few years, his chastising us had been his foreplay though of course we girls didn’t know it!” she paused, “I must have been a gift from heaven for him, and in a funny way her too, anyway she sent the girls out and asked us, dad and me, if we had been at it and had he had the other girls too, he didn’t deny having me but said he had not touched either of the others, well I`m not surprised, you’ve seen them straight faced baggage’s… but he did say he was sorry and begged her to forgive him, she in turn saying that he had had her for the last time, and there was to be no more chastisement for the other girls, and that if he wanted to slate his lust on this little slut he could, but not to let the others find out!” she paused , not meeting his eye now, perhaps a little tearful.
He looked at his mother in shock, he had known his grandmother till her passing and was amazed that she was like that…as she went on “l had sex with him every few days whenever we could, and my arse was striped each time, it was like a ritual, mum even watching me belted, bound over her own kitchen table most times, when the girls were out of course, it was like she hated me for taking her man, but loved me for the relief, if that makes sense.” He nodded she went on that her dad had suddenly lost his errection`s when she was 17, it broke his heart, especially when she began “walking out with your dad,” though she said he still used his belt occasionally, sometimes even with my Jim. “The rest of course you know it`s in the albums” he put the tray on the floor and turning to her he kissed her, “god I want you, you make me so bloody horny.” She smiled, saying, “she was all his, but ‘to recreate the old days’ she would like a good belting first!” they both knew it was a kitchen table job, so, without a word said, they descended the stairs, he taking the tray with him, a moment or two behind her, having stopped to fetch one if his belts, a black 2” wide leather one, that would he hoped stand up to the stress better than some of the others he owned.
In the kitchen, he found the table had been cleared, and she was sat still in the flimsy dressing gown she had thrown over her shoulders as she left the bedroom. If anything, it made her look more vulnerable and desirable.
The kitchen, a big stone floored traditional old-fashioned cavern of a place, the centre dominated with a huge scrubbed six-legged, wooden table solid and Victorian. The tray deposited on the draining board he took a seat next to her and asked for the details of the ritualistic beatings.
She said that “her mother would be at the head of the table, sat down in her favourite chair waiting, she dressed more or less as I am now. I would present my wrists to her and she would attach two ropes to them, I would be bent over the table end and the two ropes attached to the leg`s so I could not move then daddy would appear fold the gown up over her back and then egged on by mother he would begin striking me. it was an extasy of pain, he would continue till I could not walk sometimes, her eyes never once leaving mine, and she alone knowing when to call a halt, father she knew would not have had the willpower!”
“The blows,” she said, “were always delivered in fives, a second or two between the groups, and if mother called him to stop, regardless of when, he would always finish the five!”
She paused, “Now my boy, here is the ultimate test for you, I want to be secured and you with your belt may strike me, but stopping will be up to you, there is none to tell you stop, so it`s your chance to show control, a feeling of power will overcome you, but, too early and I shall not enjoy it, too late and I won`t be capable of walking. Its as simple as that!” she held out two short blue ropes and waited. The inference was obvious.
He was quick about adding the ropes kissing her, then leading her to the table end. The height was just perfect, the table edge just at her sex height. She bent herself forward, spreading her arms and waiting patiently for him to secure the rope tails. He then lifted the gown almost reverentially, wondering at this opportunity, marvelling at her willpower. She looked to him perfection. Oh, she was no youngster with a bubble butt, but her cheeks were still full and a perfect target, pale and ready under the kitchen light.
He asked if she was ready, perhaps playing for time, wrapping the belt buckle end around his hand, as she said determinedly, “I am, yes please daddy”, it was no whisper as he had expected, it was a clear and precise request.
The leather left a red stripe, left to right, red and livid, her body jerked a little as it struck, but not a sound was offered. A rush of power such as he had never before enjoyed coursed through his body, ‘swat’ a second, then swish splat, swish splat swish splat, five red lines, welts, wonderful red welts, he moved to the other side of the table, again the feeling of power as that wicked belt swung once more thwack , thwack, steady as a metronome thwack , thwack, thwack , the five fell, the leather tail curling round towards her opposite hip,
Again, he changed sides, as she began to whimper, god this power, this marvellous feeling of control, he had never before felt this, it was magic, he started again, five, move, just five, move another five, by now she was tearful, sobbing, her butt cheeks red welts and purple lines of shear pain, criss-crossing the seat of his poor mother. He began again, odd strokes hitting her legs just below those damaged cheeks almost as if he didn’t want to strike the already painful welts, strangely these odd strokes seemed to hurt her more than strikes on her battered cheeks. Oh, how he was enjoying the game, she was head back now, wailing, screaming, her face flushed, he was suddenly aware he needed to stop, just four more then, crack, crack the leather struck, her wrists red from pulling hard against the hard and rough ropes, spurred on by each stroke, crack, another scream heartrending echoing round the big kitchen, the final stroke just under those lovely but now damaged cheeks. He threw the belt to the floor, turned to her once more and slammed his rampant meat deep into her wet slot, she grunted over her sobs, he began slamming himself into her, grabbing at handfuls of her hair as if to pull himself deeper, it was savage, brutal sex, raw and uncompromising. She knew he would not stop until she had received his offering, she had come herself twice so far, massive orgasms, the pain having accelerated the effects, her arse sore against his pubic hair on each stroke, her scalp sending still more messages of pain to her brain and her wrists securing her from rising, working against his body and her pain at tugs of her hair.
Suddenly he collapsed on her back, her guts full of his seed, she knew it was over, slumping forward onto the plain scrubbed wooden surface, he was spent.
Twenty minutes past, he had laid for some moments on her, his stand slowly collapsing, his, and indeed her breathing, returning to a more normal rate, he withdrew, noting as he did the livid purple welts, and the cum, his own offerings, still dripping from his mother`s sex lips. He release the ropes, fortunately easy opened slip knots, he having pre-thought the tension on the ropes, helping her to her feet and undoing the rope from her red wrists where it had cut into her skin, her pain having instinctively made her pull at the rough rope till it had hurt.
Slowly on shaking legs she tried to walk, but it was beyond her, she slumped back onto her table-top, he helping her up until she lay face down like a sacrifice on an altar. He fetched creams and salves, enjoying applying the balmy creams to the welts he had inflicted. Her sex lips were also marked though he had not realised he had targeted them, again he applied the cream realising now, why the shots under her butt had been so much more painful. She had not uttered a word since bending for him, he needed her to give him her blessing, her validation so he asked if he had stopped too early or too late? to which she smiled in a sad way and said… “It was Perfect daddy, perfect, we must do this again” smiling weakly then adding, “And there`s three albums yet!”
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