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I’ll Try to Do Better, Sir

Prologue

Ted Martin was a man to be reckoned with. He was in his late 30’s, but, beside his handsome good looks and smooth talk, he was, as a partner in a law firm, well-off financially and had managed to keep his body fit with twice a week workouts at the gym. In short, he was, on the surface, most women’s dream of the perfect man. What most women didn’t know was that he had a God complex and looked at women as totally inferior and existing solely to serve.

It took his first wife ten years to realize that he would never change, and that her only option was to leave him and their two sons in the lurch. He had indoctrinated both boys, Will and Andrew, to see things as he did over the years, leaving them spoiled and somewhat overbearing in their attitude toward females, in general. His wife was tired of the frequent spankings, whippings and demeaning treatment he had handed out on a regular basis over the years. She also had been assured by him on a regular basis that, as a lawyer, there was no way, if she left him, that she would be able to sue him for money or custody of the boys. He told her he would bury her if she tried. She finally took off one night with a suitcase and pocket-money and never contacted them again.

Ted dated frequently after his first wife left, but it took him four years before he finally found the right woman to replace her. Jen was a pretty, svelte 20 year old, when Ted met her. In spite of her good looks and attractive body, she had been raised in a strict environment by two parents who believed the old adage about spared rods and spoiled children. Their three daughters were well-mannered but totally lacking in self-confidence. As a result, Jen was still living at home and working for the minimum wage at the local McDonald’s, when she caught Ted’s eye one day. He found her retiring manner much to his liking, and her blond good looks and sylphlike body just added to the attraction.

He was able to sweep her off her feet immediately, impressing her with his looks, education, easy manner of speaking, and expensive meals at fancy restaurants. Her parents were equally impressed and encouraged her to cater to Ted’s desires. When Ted got to know Jen’s folks and learned of their disciplinary attitude toward their daughters, he realized he’d found the girl he was looking for.

He courted her for six months, gradually fomenting her dependency on him. After their marriage the previous year, Ted began a concerted program of instilling Jen’s trust in him to guide her and the gradual belief that whatever he said was gospel. Besides debasing her frequently, often in front of the boys, he began spanking her on a regular basis, normally after the boys were in bed, ‘saving’ the discipline until bedtime. With her family background she soon came to believe such punishments were deserved.

Of course Ted found the spankings, always with Jen totally naked, to be exceedingly erotic and invariably demanded sex after the beating, often making love to her on the floor. He enjoyed the thought that Jen was suffering additional pain on her poor abused red buttocks, as his body lay atop hers, driving her against the cold hard floor-boards, as he plowed his penis into her vagina, which was usually still dry from lack of any stimulation before he entered her.

He frequently found fault with her, when there was no reason for it. He criticized her cooking, even though she was fairly proficient at it. He would scold her house-keeping, if he could find anything out of place or someplace that she had forgotten to dust. Sometimes he would intentionally hide something he needed, blaming Jen when he finally unearthed it. Again, because of her strict upbringing, she had been so subdued by her parents, that it was easy to convince her that even occurrences for which she was not at fault were somehow shortcomings on her part. And, because the boys had been exposed to this indoctrination from the time they were very young, they accepted Jen’s delinquency and guilt, just as they had their mother’s.

Chapter 1                    

Ted opened the front door after a difficult day at work, and, entering, walked into the living room and sank down with a sigh onto the plush sofa.  Jen stood silently in the center of the room, anxiously awaiting some comment from Ted. When he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, she waited a few seconds more before speaking.

?How did your day go, Dear??

Without opening his eyes, Ted spoke after a long pause. ?It was a mess. I lost a big account, thanks to my fucking secretary’s failure to mail a contract out on time, had to fire her, and I got a flat tire on the way home.?

?I’m so sorry.  Is there anything I can do??

?No!? Then Ted lifted his head from the sofa, looked accusingly at Jen and asked, ?Did you get everything done on the list I gave you this morning??

Jen rubbed her hands together anxiously, speaking hesitantly. ?Well, some of it, I think.?

?What do you mean some of it? I told you I wanted it all done today? Didn’t I??

?Well, yes, but things came up, and I didn’t have time to finish the list.?

?You had all day. Why couldn’t you finish??

??Uh, well, ?Linda stopped by. She had a terrible fight with Jack last night, and he hit her, and she was a wreck. She spent most of the day crying on my shoulder. I just couldn’t tell her to leave.?

?I don’t care about your fucking sister’s sad travails. I gave you chores to do, and I expect you to get them done!?

?I’m so sorry, Dear. I’ll do them first thing tomorrow. I promise.?

?I thought we’d agreed you were to call me ‘Sir’ from now on.?

?I’m sorry. You’re right,? Sir. I forgot.?

?Well, you’d better stop forgetting things from now on. Did you at least remember to mail off that mortgage check this morning??

?I don’t remember you mentioning a mortgage check, Dear?.Uhhh, Sir.?

Ted leapt up from the sofa, hurrying over to stand before Jen with fire in his eyes, drawing back his right hand. Suddenly his hand shot out and slapped her cheek with full force. Her head spun to her right and almost immediately a duplicate of his handprint appeared on her face. Tears began to stream down her face.  

?Okay, that does it! Get those clothes off right now, Jennifer! You’re in for a doozey this time!?

Jen replied, almost in a whisper. ?Really, Ted?Uhh, Sir? I don’t think you mentioned anything about a mortgage check to me.?

?Well, I don’t care if you remember or not. I distinctly mentioned it just before I left the house this morning. There it is sitting on the dining room table, where I left it. Your Goddamn memory is getting to be like a sieve. You’d better straighten up, young lady. Now get those clothes off, NOW!?

?Really?.Sir. The boys will be home from school in a few minutes. Can’t this punishment wait until tonight after they go to bed??

?Not this time! You’ve been asking for this spanking for a long time, Missy. I’m not waiting until tonight. Clothes off, NOW! Unless you want me to rip ‘em off!?

Very slowly Jen began removing her dress. Soon she was standing in her underwear, sobbing, and the tears continued rolling down her cheeks. Unable to prolong it any further, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it slipped down her arms, she slid her hands down to her hips and pushed her lacy panties downward until gravity allowed them to slip to the floor.

Standing before Ted, naked, her nipples beginning to harden and goose-pimples beginning to pop out on her hairless pussy, she so wanted to slip her hands down to cover her slit, but she knew if she did that Ted would smack her hands away, as he had done several times before.

As he grabbed her wrist to pull her over to the sofa, the front door opened and Will and Andrew appeared, fresh off the bus from school. They both were awestruck as they watched their naked step-mother being pulled across their father’s lap.

?Come on in boys. Take a seat and watch this bad little girl get the spanking of her life.?

Both boys had heard their father spanking Jen in the master bedroom several times in the past, but they had never watched one, much less seen a naked woman before. This was too good to be true! They both hurried to sit down and watch. Will was the first to grab the seat next to Jen’s bare feet, as she lay across Ted’s lap. At the moment Jen was doing her best to keep her legs together, aware of Will’s ability to see everything between her legs if she didn’t.

Andrew, on the other hand, by sitting across from his Dad had a wonderful view of Jen’s breasts, as they bobbed around under her. He was more than content.

Ted wasted no time once he got Jen in position with one arm holding her hip against his middle. His upraised arm reached well over his shoulder before he brought it down with a mighty smack to her buttocks. She gave out with a slight whine. Rapidly he raised his arm again and again, delivering five fierce spanks in a row with resounding slaps followed by louder and louder squeaks from Jen.

Then he paused a few moments, running his hand gently but seductively over the area he’d just covered. This was the pattern, then, that he set. Five hard slaps followed by a smooth gliding over the affected area, occasionally letting his hand slide between her legs momentarily. Then the next five spanks.

Jen was able to take the first twenty-five or so with only slight moans and sighs, but the flurries continued, and gradually she began to cry out and plead with Ted to stop. Ted was in no mood to stop, however, and, if anything, increased the ferocity of the slaps. Around the fiftieth blow, Jen’s pain became so intense that she forgot about her modesty, letting her legs wobble and spread as she cried out her protests and pleas.

Her tears had begun early on and by the fiftieth her face was a mess. It turned splotchy, tears streaked down her cheeks, and spittle dripped from her mouth. Will began to get an eyeful when Jen’s legs began shaking and quavering, getting a bird’s eye view of Jen’s bare labia spreading and undulating provocatively.

Quickly he prodded his brother and whispered, ?She’s got no hair down there!?  Both boys chuckled.

On the other hand, Andrew was delighted with the sight of Jen’s tits bobbing around as she tried desperately to rise from Ted’s lap. Ted, himself, was having trouble keeping his prick from popping through his fly. It was growing harder and harder as the beating continued, and Jen’s efforts to resist the spanking were causing her stomach to rub continually over his rising tumescence.

By the seventy-fifth blow Jen’s protestations had taken the form of screeches and bellows, and she had lost all sense of modesty. Her legs were spreading and bicycling all over the place, her breasts were jumping around like softballs, her prominent nipples had hardened, and her face was a total mess. Her buttock cheeks had turned a vivid crimson. When Ted reached the hundredth swat, Jen’s head had sunk down almost to the floor, and her body had become as limp as a dishrag.

At this point Ted stopped and had to force Jen to stand on her own. Her head hung down to her chest, and her whole body reminded one of a rag-doll.

?All right, bad girl, I want you to lie down on the coffee table.? Jen slowly ambled over to the coffee table and obediently plopped herself down on the table on her front.

?No, no. I want you lying on your back.?

She turned her head, looking pleadingly over to Ted. ?Oh, please, no, Ted?uhhh, Sir.  My rear end hurts so much.?

With a look of stern reproof, Ted’s voice became more demanding. ?Do as I say, NOW, Jennifer, unless you’d like another dose of spanking.?

With a bit of a struggle she hastened to do Ted’s bidding, groaning in pain as her inflamed bottom slid across the rough wood of the table. When she finally lay corpselike on her back, she was astonished at his next order.

?Now, spread your legs so that they hang over the sides!?

Jen looked at Ted in shock, realizing this would open up her womanhood in the most vulgar way possible. ?Whhh..What?Why??

?Don’t question my decisions, young lady. Just do as I tell you!?

Her face turned a bright red, as she hesitantly spread her legs as far as she could, until her knees were resting against the sides of the coffee table. She could feel her lower lips spreading obscenely. She had never felt so indecent in her life. The thought of her sexual organs being exhibited before her two teenage step-sons in such a salacious manner had to be the most demeaning thing she’d ever been forced to do.

It reminded her of the time her father had beaten her, when she was 18. She and her sisters were always punished in the nude, and on this occasion her aunt and uncle were visiting. After the spanking, she’d been forced to stand directly in front of her uncle for over ten minutes, with her hands behind her back as they talked, and her uncle not so surreptitiously ogled her entire body. She remembered being mortified at the time, which was her father’s intent. But today was far worse. She closed her eyes in shame.

?I’m making you do this to insure that you feel some shame for your thoughtlessness, Jennifer, in the hopes that perhaps you will try harder from now on to carry out your chores. I also think it will be a valuable anatomy lesson for the boys. I think it’s time they had a better idea of the differences between the male and female anatomy. I have some work to do in the cellar. While I’m gone they may examine your body as they see fit.?

?Ohhh, Ohhh, no, Ted, uhh?Sir, please! That’s not right! Don’t do this, please?PLEASE!?

In one stride Ted was standing over Jen’s rigid body and hauled off and backhanded her face two or three times. ?Don’t you ever question my judgment again, Jennifer. Do you hear me??

?Yyyyyessss?.yes sir?..I’m sorry.? Once again the tears began to slip rapidly down her cheeks.

Ted turned and strode to the cellar door before disappearing down the steps, being careful to close the door behind him.

In a matter of moments both boys were standing over Jen’s prone body, leering down at her like vultures who’d just found road-kill. They were content to stare at her naked body at first, drawing their faces down to within a foot or so above her. Jen squeezed her eyes shut, but she could actually feel the warm breath of the boy’s on her skin. Then she felt a tentative hand slide across one of her tits, eventually resting gently on her nipple. Then not so gently, the hand became a finger and thumb squeezing the nipple. She let out a little moan, which only encouraged the hand to squeeze harder.

Next she felt fingers probing her bare open slit, at first just rubbing her labia, but, getting no negative reaction from her, becoming more daring and sliding in to touch her barely visible inner lips. ?Oh, God,? she thought. ?This is the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me.?

The shame only got worse, as she felt the finger slide farther down between her pussy lips, then back up, eventually reaching the hood of her tiny clit. The prober, she didn’t know which one it was with her eyes closed, knew enough female anatomy to center in on that area, so that, in spite of her feeling of total degradation, her clit began to loose itself from its protective hood and stand out, seeking the tactile satisfaction of the vacillating finger.

The continued stimulation began to affect Jen sensually, and, in spite of her disgust and the shame being forced upon her, she could feel the sexual excitement beginning to stir within her.

?Oh, God, no! Please don’t let this happen!? she pleaded with her psyche. But the feelings of sexuality increased and increased, in spite of her wishes, and soon her hips were involuntarily rising slightly off the table, encouraging the working finger to finish the dreaded work it had started. She moaned slightly, in spite of herself, and just when she began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm, the finger moved away from her clitoris and descended to her vaginal hole, digging itself an inch or so deep.

?Oh, no?.don’t leave,? she thought to herself as she moaned again, this time in frustration.

Then the one who had been fingering her nipples stopped, and she felt relief that that stimulation was over. Suddenly she became aware that the fingers had been replaced by a mouth, and it was not sucking or licking, but biting, and not gently. At first she felt she could put up with the slight soreness being generated by those awful teeth, until the teeth dug deep into her tender flesh, and she simultaneously tried to shake off the biter, while she let out a pitiful shriek. She opened her eyes long enough to notice that her tormentor was the older brother, Will. Fortunately he relaxed his jaws and began sucking away at the nubbin, as though he was seeking mother’s milk. She couldn’t help letting out a little sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the probing finger in her hole had become two fingers, and then three and had dug deeper into her maw until they were knuckle-deep and then began delving in and out of her vulva. It took several minutes of this before Jen began to feel sexual pleasure from it. Then one of the fingers pulled back from her vulva and began stimulating her clit again, as the other fingers continued to slide in and out of her hole.

In spite of everything she could do to hold back, eventually the oncoming climax built and built. Her breathing became more pronounced and, as hard as she tried, she couldn’t suppress the excited groans that signaled an imminent climax. Regrettably she could not hold back, and, finally, her mouth opened wide, emitting an explosive scream of ecstasy, that could be heard all the way down in the cellar.

By the time Ted returned a few minutes later, the boys were back in their seats looking lasciviously at the limp body of their exhausted step-mom.

?Well, did you guys get to know your step-mother a little better while I was gone??  He received enthusiastic nods from both boys.

?Jennifer, I think it’s time you put on a robe and started getting supper ready. Come to think of it, forget the robe. You can stay naked for a while longer as part of your punishment. I’m sure the boys will find supper much more nourishing, if they have something to look at while they eat. Now, hop to it!?

Chapter 2

Jennifer was busy checking the pots on the stove, stirring the spaghetti sauce, setting the table, pouring milk for the boys and wine for Ted and herself, still totally naked, as ordered. Ted was reading a magazine in the living room, and the boys were sitting in the dining room, their eyes glued to every move that Jen made. She was still teary as she moved about the kitchen.

?Hey, Dad! How come Jen doesn’t have any hair down on her pussy??

?Well, we decided that since Jennifer acts like a little girl, forgetting things and making mistakes all the time, that she ought to look more like a little girl, until she starts to act like an adult. Didn’t WE, little girl??

This response brought on a whole new set of tears as Jen continued bustling around the kitchen. Both boys smiled at each other.

?I asked you a question, little girl. Do we need another spanking to learn to be polite and answer when someone asks a question??

?..?Nnnnoooo?.Sir.?

?Are you telling me we didn’t decide to shave all your pubic hair off of your pussy until you learn to behave like a big girl??

??..No sir, we did decide that. I’m sorry I didn’t answer you right away.?

Will then asked, ?Is supper about ready?  I’m staaarved!?

Tearfully, Jen answered, quietly, ?Almost. I’m going as fast as I can.?

?Don’t get nasty, little girl, or we’ll have to wash your mouth out with soap the way I did the other day, you remember??

?Yes, sir, I remember. I didn’t mean to sound nasty.?

As she was getting ready to set the salad bowl on the table right next to where Andrew was sitting, he reached beneath and ran his hand between her legs touching the pink lips of her vagina. She was so surprised she almost dropped the bowl on the floor.

Turning in shock, she looked down at Andrew and muttered, ?Andrew, please don’t touch me there.?

?I was only touching your butt.  It’s red as a tomato.?

?That wasn’t my butt, and you know it. Now, please don’t.?

?Do we need to have another anatomy lesson, little girl?? asked Ted.

?No, sir.  I just was afraid I was going to spill the salad bowl. I’m sorry.?  She quickly moved back into the kitchen.

Finally dinner was ready and Jen moved the spaghetti sauce into the dining room and went to pour the boiling water and spaghetti noodles into the sieve in the sink. In the process, however, a few drops of the boiling water splattered on her unprotected naked stomach causing her to scream out. As she finished pouring, Ted moved into the kitchen and ordered Will to go get the salve from the medicine cabinet.

It was really not that painful, although the pink splotches where the water had landed on Jen’s stomach were definitely in evidence. When Will returned, Ted ordered him to apply a few dollops of the salve to the affected spots on her stomach.

Jen softly demurred, but Ted insisted Will could see the burned places better than she could. Obediently Jen placed her hands behind her back and awaited the application of the ointment. Will placed a blob of the salve on his finger and touched each pink spot on Jen’s stomach very gently. She was beginning to think maybe he actually had some kindness in him, after all, when his hand dropped down, and she felt his finger move against one of her plump labial lips, sliding up and down the pink protrusion before pulling away.

Jen’s eyes popped open in surprise, and she looked down at Will reproachfully, though she knew better than to say anything. Will looked up at her with a smirk, saying, ?I thought it looked like some had spilled down there.?

They all sat down to eat, and Jen could feel the eyes of both boys glued to her swaying breasts, as they began passing the various bowls. Conversation was at a minimum as they ate, which made her chagrin at being ogled even more embarrassing. She couldn’t help blushing somewhat, knowing she was the star attraction.

When they had finished the meal, Jen was glad to have the opportunity to clear the table of all the dishes and bowls, though she knew that the boy’s interest in her swaying breasts as she moved back and forth to the kitchen was even more intense.

As she was finishing and had put the dishes in the dishwasher, Ted suggested they all go into the den and watch tv. Everyone was seated, when she finally got there. She was about to sit in one of the chairs, when Ted, sitting on the couch, patted his lap, indicating he wanted her to sit on it. She wanted so badly to scream ?NO!? but docilely moved over and started to sit sideways on his lap. Ted let her know he wanted her facing the tv, just as he was, so, resigned, she spread her legs slightly and sat with her back to him.

Almost immediately Ted’s hands came up to grab both of Jen’s breasts and begin kneading them roughly. He was intently watching the show on tv, but his hands were moving around squeezing and mauling both tits as if on a mission. Meanwhile both brothers were intent on catching the action of Ted’s hands, completely ignoring the entertainment on television.

There was no gentleness in his touch, as his hands continued to manipulate Jen’s sore milk bags. Eventually his hands centered on her pink nipples, pulling, twisting and pinching them until they began to swell and turn reddish. In spite of the harsh treatment, Jen began to feel stirring in her sex, as little streaks of warm sparks started rising in her vaginal area.

At one point her head turned to look at the boys. When she saw that they were both intently watching every move that Ted’s hands were making, she quickly turned away and closed her eyes in shame. Although Ted’s actions were having a heyday with her libido, she was determined not to let any of the males know she was warming to his groping hands. She was able to suppress a moan as she felt her nipples getting harder and harder.

Then she felt Ted’s hands moving south, and soon he was prying her legs wide apart, so that they were stretched out on either side of his separated limbs. She opened her eyes and looked down to see her pink lower lips were spread apart as well, and, with no hair there to hide them, she looked absolutely obscene. Her face began to redden in shame, and for the umpteenth time today, she started to cry.

Ted’s hands were quick to take advantage of her split vagina, as one hand moved in to insert itself up at the top of her pussy, sliding down the open gap until he reached her little rosette. Then back his hand came to squeeze her left labium, twisting it slightly before running his thumb and finger up and down the pink ridge. He repeated his actions on the right side.

Next she felt his finger move up to her now hardened clitoris and begin moving back and forth across it. After some fifteen seconds of this, Jen lost control of her senses and issued a low moan, followed by a more audible whine. She was upset with herself that she didn’t have more ability to limit her emotions. She knew the boys could hear her utterances and was mortified that they could see how easy she was to stimulate.

While Ted’s hand was busy massaging her clit, his other hand returned to her right boob and centered in on her now-stiff nipple, twisting and squeezing it unmercifully. Now she was having a mixture of signals racing through her body, pain in her pink nubbin above and ecstatic sensations in her pink nubbin below. Eventually the vibrations below came to the fore, and she felt the beginnings of one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

The streaming lightning bolts that were affecting the whole lower part of her body were now grabbing every part of her body, and she was unable to suppress a mighty squeal, even though she was trying to keep her mouth closed. The squeal turned into a bellow, and the knowledge that she was exhibiting her uncontrollable emotions before her two step-sons was so humiliating to her, that she wanted to disappear. Ted’s hold on her body made that impossible, so she had no choice but to lie there on top of her husband and shudder in embarrassment.

What made it even worse was that Ted continued his manipulations with her clit and breast, and, try as she might, she couldn’t prevent another oncoming climax. This one took less than a minute after the previous orgasm to evolve. ?NO, NO, NO!? she thought. ?I won’t let this happen again!?

But her libidinous senses had more control than she did, and soon she could feel the pin-pricks of exaltation racing through her body. Her resolution to keep the boys from knowing what a slut she was went out the window, and her squeals became loud shrieks of passionate rapture.

As she lay there on Ted’s lap, panting, totally exhausted, all thoughts wafted away and she was drifting somewhere between cloud nine and ten, until Andrew broke the mood.

?Wow! I wish I could cum like that.?

Jen was brought back to the real world with a bang. Ted made it even worse.

?Yeah, she does like to be diddled. No doubt about it. ‘Course she makes almost as much noise when she’s screwing like a bunny.?

?I’d like to see that, Dad. It must be a great feeling ramming your rod up that little hole of hers?

?Well, that’s something you’re not gonna find out. You guys can fool around with her and get her to help you get off, but you’re not to screw her. Understand??

?Sure, Dad! Whatever you say.?

Jen listened to this conversation with growing anxiety. Was Ted actually offering her to these two teen-agers with the single limitation that they were to refrain from having vaginal sex with her? No, it couldn’t be!

She vaulted up off of Ted’s lap, and, turning to him, arms akimbo and fire in her eyes, she exclaimed, ?I think I have something to say about this, too. I’ve put up with a lot of your demands, but this goes too far. These boys don’t touch me, do you understand? I’m married to you. Period!?

In a flash Ted had grabbed one of her wrists, and, before she knew what was happening, she found herself lying across Ted’s lap once again, her naked rear end sticking up awaiting his next punishment. This time there was no gentle rubbing of her buttocks. It was all business, and it was as if Ted had found extra energy somewhere. The slaps to her bottom were as ferocious as any her parents or he had ever delivered.

Of course the fact that she had already been spanked less than two hours before meant that the pain was excruciating from the very beginning. Her already red cheeks quickly became crimson in color, and after fifty or so smacks, they began to turn splotchy and blue in spots. Jen’s legs flailed in all directions, giving the boys an exciting view of her hairless pussy as the lips spread and scissored. Her breasts danced merrily about, as her body jumped around in agony. Her cries and pleas were ignored and her head cast about trying to look at Ted, hoping her pitiful expression might soften him.

Jen’s face had turned red, and the tears streamed down her cheeks, as spittle dripped in a stream from her mouth. As before, eventually the beating took its toll on Jen’s strength, and her body began to sag and her head drooped toward the floor. Ted did not count the number of times his hand descended upon Jen’s naked ass-cheeks, but he had smacked her well over 125 times before the soreness in his palm caused him to stop. He let Jen lie limply on his legs for a couple of minutes before finally setting her on her feet. She was still weeping, as he grabbed her wrist tightly and looked up at her sternly.

?Don’t you ever try to tell me again what I will or won’t do, you little bitch. You seem to have forgotten that you belong to me now.? With this he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her nipple  between his thumb and index finger again, twisting it cruelly back and forth. Jen screamed.

?Now, you will apologize to me and the boys for your impertinence, and then you will go up to bed. I’ll be up to put some ointment on your butt in a few minutes.?

There was a long pause, as Jen closed her eyes, hoping to shut out the ignominy of what she was being forced into. Ted twisted her nipple with more force.

?I’m waiting for an apology, Jennifer!?

?AAAAiiiiieeeeeee!.  I?.I?.Iii’mmm sorry.?

Twist again.  ?Aggghhhh!....I?I?I’mmm sorry boys.? Twist. ?OOOuuu?I’m sorry, SSSirrrr!?

?Now, GO!?

Jennifer, head drooping, edged her way to the steps and disappeared upstairs.

?Boy, you sure know how to handle her, Dad. I bet she won’t sass you again.?

Chapter 3

A few minutes later Ted arrived in the master bedroom with the jar of ointment in hand. Jen was lying naked on the bed and had started to cry again, when she heard him coming up the stairs.

?Slide over on your stomach, Jen, and I’ll slather some of this stuff on your butt.?

Her whole body ached and she groaned as she slid onto her stomach.

As he began applying the goo to the cheeks of her buttocks, Ted began the speech he had been preparing for the last few minutes.

?I know you’re upset, Jennifer, and you’re probably thinking you want to leave here. I suggest you think hard about it first. Where would you go? You have no money, so your only choice would be to move back in with your parents. You already know they would be terribly upset if you came back.?

?They would lose the use of the new car I lent them to replace that old clunker of theirs, that was on its last legs. On top of that, what you don’t know is that I’ve been sending them a check for $200 every month, since we got married, because I knew your Dad was only able to work part-time, and, with your two sisters still living with them, things were really tight.?

?If you don’t like the spankings I give you, just imagine how often you’d be getting them from both your parents, if they suddenly lose the car and all the money I’ve been sending them.?

?I can take what you do to me, ?Sir, but the idea of your sons being free to do anything they want to me is wrong. It embarrasses me and it’s not normal.?

?Well, it’s time you start realizing that in this house, that’s the way it’s going to be. I decide what goes on in this house, and you need to learn your place. It took a while for my first wife to realize that what I say goes, but she finally buckled under.?

?But the boys weren’t doing ?. things to her.?

?Of course not! That would have been incestuous! But, in your case that doesn’t apply, does it? And they need to learn what a woman’s place in life is, just as you do? Who knows, they may even find out your big sexual secret. Wouldn’t they love that? And so would you, I suspect.?

Jennifer winced. ?Oh God, I hope not?Sir. That would be awful.?

Ted smiled. ?Oh, you say that now, but if they find it out, I think you might look at it differently. Now you go on to sleep, and we’ll talk further tomorrow about your new responsibilities and the consequences if you don’t follow them.?

Ted patted Jen’s buttocks several times with more than a little force, and, as Jennifer winced again, he got up, turned out the light and went back downstairs. Jen managed to cry herself to sleep, but it took her close to an hour to do so.

Chapter 4

The next morning, still feeling the stings from her spanking, Jen awoke early, heard Ted puttering around in the kitchen, and, wanting to catch him before he left for work, she threw her soft wooly white robe on over her naked body, put on a pair of scuffs and went downstairs. He was finishing a cup of coffee, sitting at the counter, when she entered. Somewhat hesitantly she slid into the seat next to his, and, after taking a moment to get up her nerve, she spoke.

?Ted,?Sir?I’ve decided I’m leaving. I can’t take this treatment any more, now that you’ve added the boys to the equation. I’m going back home.?

?I don’t think so, Jennifer. I called your dad last night, after I left your room. He was adamant that, under no circumstances, will you be allowed to come back home. As far as he’s concerned, you’ve made your bed, and you can sleep in it, but not there. He’s very happy with their new car and the money I’ve been sending them, and he feels strained as it is, supporting your mom and both your sisters. So, if you leave what will you do?  Go back to work at MicKey D’s? I’d be interested in seeing you support yourself on the minimum wage. I guess you could sell your body, it’s in pretty good shape, but I don’t think you’d want to make a living that way, would you??

Jen’s eyes began flooding with tears, and, as they began to coarse down her cheeks, she lowered her head onto her folded arms on the counter and began to sob.

?Look, I’ve got to get to the office. I’m interviewing a couple of new girls for the secretary’s job today, so I’ll see you later. Have a good day, hon.? Ted patted Jen’s head, as he started out the door.

And that was the position the boys found her in, when they came down for breakfast fifteen minutes later.

Will said, ?Well, look who’s here.  It’s Mama Mia!?

He sidled over and sat on the stool that had been vacated by Ted, as Andrew moved to the stool on the other side of Jen. She had not picked up her head, when she felt Andrew’s hand insinuating itself between the folds of her robe and sliding over one of her breasts.

Jen’s head jerked up, and with tears still dripping down her face, she made an effort to remove the intruding hand, but to no avail. Before she knew what was happening, Will had released the sash to the robe and managed to pull the robe off of her shoulders, watching as it slid down her body.

Grabbing her other boob rather forcefully, Will whispered into her ear, ?Got any milk in here, Mama??

In a matter of seconds both boys had fastened their mouths onto one of Jen’s nipples and were sucking away, as they held her arms to her sides.

?Oh nooooo, please don’t ?.pleeeease doooon’t?.Ohhhhh Godddd, OHHHHHHUMMMM?AHHHH, OHHHHH?.You can’t?..OOOOOHHHHH GOD?.OOOOOOO?AGGGGhHHHHH?OOOOO?UMMMMMMM!?

Suddenly both boys began to realize she wasn’t fighting them at all. She was actually having an orgasm. She was actually climaxing through the stimulation to her nipples. They continued suckling at her breasts, as she gradually finished one orgasm and started into another.

?EEEEEAAAHHHHH!...OOOOOHHHHH GGGGGGODDDDDDD?.OHHHH YESSSSSSS.  MMMMMOOOORRRREEEE?.UUUUUUMMMMMMM?..OOOOHHHHH JJJJEESSSSUUUSSS!!!?

Both boys felt as though they’d been given the keys to the U.S. mint, as they continued to suck away.

It didn’t take a minute more of both boys sucking away before Jen began moaning and shaking her body in exultation again, and they knew they’d hit the jackpot. Yet again they continued to suck away at the hard reddening nipples, eliciting sighs, then shrieks as Jen climaxed for the third time.

This time when they continued suctioning her large nubbins, she began struggling for the first time since they had begun. ?NNNNoooo mooooore, pleeeease. I can’t ?.take?.annnny mmmoorre?.ppppleeease!!!?

Eventually she was able to pull herself away from the boys, and, placing her hands in front of her pussy and tits, she began trembling.  ?Pleeease, Let me rest for a bit. I?can’t take more than four orgasms in a row. It’s just too much.  Please, I’ll do anything. Let me rest, please.?

Will was the first one to answer. With the cunning inherent in all crafty young teens, he found a solution.

?Okay then, Mama Mia, how about you do the same for us. He dropped his boxer shorts, his only apparel at the moment, and stood there with his fully erect prick sticking out before him, wobbling before his step-mother. Seconds later Andrew had emulated his brother and stood naked, his penis bobbing excitedly before the crouching woman.

It took her just seconds to analyze the physical properties of both boys.  Will’s prick was fairly long and thin, she noted, not as long as his father’s, but probably a good 6 to 7 inches long. Andrew’s, on the other hand, was probably only 5 inches long, but much thicker than Will’s.

Knowing what the boys wanted and, aware that it would allow her a hiatus from their sucking frenzy, she sank to her knees and moved forward to face Will’s erection head on. She didn’t dilly-dally, taking Will’s penis in her hand and beginning to slowly move it back and forth, enjoying the warmth and strength of his hardness as she manipulated it.

?Uhuh! I want a blow-job, Mommy! Take your hand away and put your mouth on it. I want you to lick it all over before you start sucking.?

Jen looked up at Will dubiously, not anxious to include fellatio of her step-sons in her repertoire. Will quickly pulled her hand away from his hardness and pushed the back of her head toward his erection. She tried to back away, but Will was stronger than she, and her mouth was soon mashed up against the head of his penis. ?Lick it, Mommy!?

Jen reluctantly stuck her tongue out and began laving the head of Will’s prick. He then guided her mouth along the side of his stiffness until she started offering to perform on her own, when he let go of her head and watched while her wet tongue produced a film of moisture all over his prick. He finally ordered her to proceed with the sucking of his penis head, and she subserviently followed his orders. Soon he was jabbing his prick at her, indicating he wanted her to take the whole thing in her mouth.

It was just long enough that, when it hit the back of her mouth, it jiggled against her uvula, causing her to gag and cough. When she attempted to pull back his hand was there at the back of her head again, pushing it further and causing her to choke slightly. He finally let up on her head enough for her to take in a large gulp of air, before his hand once again had her face buried with her nose rubbing against his pubic hair. He continued throughout the blowjob to force her to deep-throat him, thus eliciting constant gagging on her part. She was finally relieved to know she was almost finished, when she felt Will releasing his load of thick creamy goo hurtling down her throat. He held her there until the last of his sperm had plunged to her stomach, cutting off her air supply to the extent that she almost blacked out.

?My turn!? chirped Andrew, and Jen thought she’d throw up.  She’d sucked Ted’s prick many times, but, at least, there was love involved there, she thought. She didn’t quite hate the boys, but there was certainly no love there, and she could feel a strong dislike, if nothing else, for these two. Her love for Ted had certainly taken a serious hit since his edict last night, but her feelings for him before that had almost been worshipful.

Jen looked up at Andrew, who looked down at her like a kid who had just been promised a Popsicle. She smiled to herself ruefully as she thought, ?Yeah, but I’m the one who has to eat the Popsicle!? She raised her head to the level of Andrew’s rampant penis, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and slowly let the head slide forward until she had engulfed the head of his prick between her ‘hungry’ lips.

Soon she was sliding her mouth up and down on Andrew’s slippery sausage, able to manage its length, as long as she controlled the speed and depth of her service. It took next to no time before she heard him beginning to pant and then moan rapidly. Her head continued to bob and weave with little care for how well she was doing. This was a chore, and the sooner it was over, the happier she’d be.

Suddenly she had lost control, however, as Andrew grabbed Jen’s head between his clasping hands and pulled it forward, so that her mouth was entirely enveloping his length, and the head was brushing up against the front of her throat. She was back to being unable to breathe, as his cock-head buried itself at the top of her throat. She made motions to pull away, but his grasp was too strong, and Jen found herself once again gasping for breath. She felt the gism pouring down her throat, as her hands pushed fruitlessly against Andrew’s thighs.

Finally Andrew let her head pull back enough that she could gasp some welcome air into her lungs. He did not release her head for another half minute, as he reveled in the feel of his rapidly ebbing erection, as it sank back to its flaccid normal limpness. She finally jerked her head away from him entirely and coughed several times.

?Man, that was powerful! We’ll have to do that a lot from now on.? Jen let her head sink to her chest, as she realized she had no say in anything from here on.

Chapter 5

Several weeks passed, and, as Ted entered the house from work, Jen met him at the front door in tears.

?Oh, please, Ted, sir, something has to be done. I can’t take any more.?

?Well, let’s sit here on the sofa, and you can tell me what’s wrong.?

?It’s the boys! They’re ruining my life?When they get home from school, I have to meet them at the door in my robe, and, as soon as they’re inside, and the door is shut, I have to remove the robe and stand there, while they?paw me, ?pulling my nipples, French kissing me with their tongues deep in my mouth, and, if I don’t get my tongue far enough in their mouths, they spank me.? By now the tears were streaming down Jen’s face.

?I know all this. We’ve been through it all before, Jennifer, and I told you, you must let them learn how to deal with females.  These are things their fellow female students wouldn’t let them do, and they need to learn how. Now, I’m getting a little tired of these entreaties of yours every night, when I get home. You know the rules!?

?I know that, sir. But yesterday was terrible. They wound about ten big rubber bands around each one of my ?boobs, as they call them?and they wouldn’t take them off until just before you came home, and you were much later than usual, so my ?boobs?had turned purple by then. They used other rubber bands ?they’d stretch them as far as possible against my ?my nipples?and then let go of one end, so the rubber band would hit me directly on the nipple.  They did it over and over, and it hurt so much? and they would stand there and laugh. I didn’t say anything to you last night, because you were tired and?kinda grouchy, and I didn’t want to bother you.?

?Okay, so now you’ve told me. As I told you before, boys will be boys. You have to give a little, when you’re dealing with teen-age boys.?

?But then today?they?.they used those butterfly clip things on my nipples.  That was bad enough?and they left them on so long I began to scream, so they gagged me with a handkerchief. I was still screaming, and then they got the idea to do it on my?my?clitoris. They massaged it until it was sticking way out, and then attached a clip to my clit.  I thought I’d lose my mind. If my arms hadn’t been tied behind my back I’d have yanked it off myself. And that’s what they did finally, pull each one off of my nipples without squeezing the ends. I thought they had pulled the nipples off with the clips. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much pain in my life. Fortunately they squeezed the ends of the one on my clitoris or I know I’d have fainted.?

?Well, slip your robe off and let me look at your breasts.? When she had followed Ted’s orders, he looked closely at both nips, fingering them gently. ?They’re a little red and swollen, but I don’t think they did any permanent damage. Your breasts seem to be back to their normal size from yesterday. I don’t blame the boys for wanting to play with these beauties.  They’re so luscious.?

With that, Ted lowered his head farther and slipped one nipple in his mouth, while he continued to finger the other. His teeth nipped lightly at the one nipple, eliciting a sharp pained hiss from Jen.  He continued to nip and suck at the hardening nubbin for a couple of minutes, as she began to feel tremors begin to run throughout her body, coursing down to her vagina. Soon she was moaning in passion, the climax building in her, until, with a huge screech, her body stiffened and then relaxed in ecstatic torpor.

Sitting back up, Ted looked at Jen a bit sternly, uttering, ?Now I’ve told you before, Jennifer, you’re being unreasonable. The boys have every right to play with you and learn how to deal with women. If they spank you, it’s probably because you deserve it. If I keep hearing these complaints every time I come home from work, I may have to start in punishing you again myself. It’s been several weeks since I last whipped your ass, but I may start up again any time.?

Jen, at this point was all but asleep, and cared little about Ted’s utterances. Ted grabbed her shoulders and roughly shook her back to her senses.

?Did you hear what I said, Jennifer? I don’t want to hear any more complaints about the boys from you. You will obey!? He removed his hands from her shoulders and bringing his right hand back, he slapped her across the face, shocking her out of her lethargic after-climax. She looked at him in numbed surprise  and immediately broke down in tears. Covering her face with her hands, she sobbed miserably. Ted sat watching her for half a minute or so before rising finally, and, looking down at his sobbing wife, said, ?Well, what’s for supper? I’m starved!?

During the meal Ted and Jen sat in complete silence, while the boys chattered away about school.  Between bites Jen kept her head lowered, on the verge of tears. When they’d finished, Ted stood and said, ?Well, I need to go balance the checkbook for the month.  Boys, why don’t you give Jennifer a hand with the dishes.?

Jen looked up in dismay and stuttered out the fact that she’d do it all herself. ?Nonsense! They’ll be glad to help you, won’t you boys?? He gave them a wink, and they heartily agreed. Ted went off to his office, and the boys and Jen began removing the dinner plates.

Jen began rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. Suddenly Will was standing behind her, loosening the belt to her robe, nuzzling her neck, as his hands pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.

?NNNNoo, pppplleeaase don’t, Will. Let me doooooo the dddissshes, ppppllleeaase.?

?What’s the matter, Momsie.  Don’t you want to share your titties with us??

?NNNooooo, ppppplllleease.?

?Aww, come on, Momsie. Baby needs some milkie.?

With that he began massaging her breasts, before finally turning her to face him and lowering his lips to her already turgid nipple. Within seconds, Andrew had moved in and was sucking on her other hardening nubbin.

Moaning softly Jen sank to the floor, begging them to stop and watching nervously as they sucked away noisily at her areoles. In less than half a minute Jen was gurgling and sighing, as a result of the boy’s suckling, and shivers began shooting from her breasts down to the source of her sexual being. The raptures grew and grew until Jennifer’s body stiffened in ecstatic joyfulness. The boys continued to suck away at both breasts until Jen had reached the crest twice more. She had to beg them to stop, and, finally, first Will, them Andrew pulled away and stood up. Chuckling to themselves, neither of them offered to help their wasted step-mother to stand up. She eventually pulled herself up and, naked, started to continue loading the dishwasher.

With her back to the boys, she failed to notice, when Will grabbed a dish-towel and, standing a few feet from her snapped the towel right at her naked buttocks. She was right in the process of moving a plate from the sink to the dishwasher, and the smack on her ass surprised her so much, that, with a squeal she ended up tossing the plate in the air. As a result the plate fell to the floor and crashed into pieces.

The sound of the breaking plate was enough to bring Ted bounding from his office. As Jen stood looking down at the broken plate in horror, she heard a roar of anger escaping Ted’s mouth.

?You stupid bitch! Look what you’ve done. That was a Wedgewood plate that was a wedding gift to Marge and me.?

?It?it?wasn’t my fault. I was??

?Don’t try to get out of it by blaming somebody else.  You dropped it, didn’t you??

?YYYYesss, sir.but I??

?That’s all I needed to hear!?

Ted instantly grabbed Jen’s arm and pulled her into the living room, and, seating himself, pulled the startled girl over his lap. In moments the spanking had begun, and, this time, there were no short intervals of gently rubbing her sore buttock cheeks. His hand rose and fell on her already very tender ass cheeks over a hundred times.

It was hard enough for him to continue, since his hands were still smarting slightly from the earlier spanking, but his pain was nothing compared to the agony Jen was suffering.  Her buttocks were still a vivid pink from earlier, so it took no time at all before they had turned a glowing burgundy color, eventually turning almost lavender. During most of this her pain was so intense that she was screaming and pleading, as her arms and legs flayed about like a freshly landed fish on a hook.

The pleas soon turned to murmurs and then to quiet moans, as Ted continued to belay her poor backside. Eventually, when his hand finally gave out, Jen lay in almost a reverse ?U? shape, totally spent, and almost unconscious. Ted allowed her to revive for a few minutes before pushing her to a standing position and ordering her to stand in the corner until he told her she could leave.

Tearfully she dragged herself to stand facing the corner of the living room, as Ted returned to his office.

The boys had, of course, watched the whole punishment, enjoying the sights and sounds immeasurably. Finally, Andrew moseyed over to stand behind his step-mother. Soon he was rubbing his crotch against Jen’s burning ass-cheeks, as his arms reached around her to grab both her breasts in his clutching fists.

She let out a low howl as she felt his rough denim jeans abrading her super-sensitive skin. Not to mention the feel of his squeezing fingers digging into her already-irritated boobs.

?Ohhh?OHHH?Pppplleeease don’t. I  hhhhurt soooo badddd.?

Andrew snuggled his chin against the side of her neck. ?I’m just trying to help, Mumsie. Doesn’t this help??

His fingers gripped her sensitive nipples and twisted them cruelly. Jen gave out a bleat that could be heard throughout the house.  ?Shhhhh, you don’t want to get Daddy down here again, do you?? He gave her tit another wicked twist, and, heeding his advice, she was able to swallow the ensuing bleat, that she so wanted to vocalize.

Chapter 6

A week or so later, Ted announced that he had invited a woman he’d met on a BDSM website, of which he was a member, to dinner.  She was a lawyer, as well, and had a daughter, that she was bringing along. When the doorbell rang that evening, Ted answered it. He was pleasantly surprised to find a pretty woman in her late 30’s. She was well-dressed in a form-fitting business suit, her blondish hair done up in a rather severe bun on the back of her head.  Her figure was very well proportioned, a rather sizable bosom, tapering down to nicely-shaped hips and a pair of legs, that had obviously seen a number of hours running on a treadmill. She extended her hand and, while shaking hands, introduced herself as Patricia.

Stepping to her right, she pulled a fairly cute short young girl in her teens forward before her rather forcefully, explaining this was her errant daughter, Wendy. Wendy was the complete opposite of her strong-willed mother. Considerably shorter, she gave the appearance of a gutter-snipe. Though her facial features were attractive, her hair was uncombed, brownish and obviously in need of a good washing. She appeared somewhat mousey in a dress that was too small for her and hugged her figure tightly. She appeared to be slim, though a bit curvy in the bust. The girl was obviously cowed, almost to the point of tears.

Patricia forcefully pushed her daughter through the doorway into the living-room, explaining as she followed, that she had almost left Wendy at home, but she was uncertain what kind of trouble she might get herself into, if left alone.  After introductions were made, and Ted had offered them seats, Patricia sat in one of the comfortable chairs, but Wendy came and stood at her side.

Ted offered her a chair, as well, but Patricia explained that she imagined that Wendy would probably prefer to stand, as she had received a beating just before they had driven over, and her butt was probably too sore to sit. She explained that Wendy had knelt on the front seat on the way over to avoid having to sit.

Ted asked with a smile what she had done to deserve her beating.

?She was dawdling, because she didn’t want to come, and then, when I ordered her to hurry up, she began to cry like a little baby and begged me to let her stay home. I guess she was scared, because I’d told her she was going to get a spanking when we got here, for not finishing her housework today. Show them your tookus, slut!?

Without any hesitation Wendy immediately lifted her skirt well above her waist. It was evident that Wendy was used to obeying Patricia’s commands, however embarrassing they might be. To everyone’s surprise and the boy’s delight, she wore nothing underneath. Those in front of her saw an almost hairless puffy-lipped tight-slitted pussy, with thighs and hips splotched with purple and yellowish marks, indicating signs of an earlier beating of some days previous. Those sitting behind Wendy saw indications of a wicked beating, with red stripes up and down her buttocks and thighs, separated by harsh white raised welts and an occasional spot of dried blood. It was also clear that this was not the only beating she had undergone recently.

The teenager continued to hold her skirt up, as the eyes of the Martin family perused her bare skin, until Patricia finally gave her permission to lower it.  Jen was horrified and quickly turned her head away. She had received many a spanking and some whippings with Ted’s belt, but nothing to compare with the brutality of this whipping. The males in the family, however, were pleasantly surprised and a little disappointed that the skirt had been lowered so quickly.

Patricia and Ted spoke about their chance meeting online at the ?Marquis de Sade Lovers? site, and how much they enjoyed the availability and interconnection it offered its members. Ted was particularly pleased with the videos that members submitted regularly, while Patricia seemed to appreciate the ability to intermix with other members online. This was the first time either of them had gone to the extent of meeting anyone in person.

Jen excused herself to go tend to preparing the dinner, and Ted suggested that Wendy and the boys go on down to the den in the basement and get to know each other. When Patricia nodded to Wendy to let her know she agreed, Wendy reluctantly joined the boys, as they started to move downstairs. She had seen the vulpine expressions on the boys’ faces, ever since she’d been ordered to lift her skirt and wondered what further embarrassment she might be experiencing once they got her alone.    

When they reached the den, Will and Andrew sat on the couch facing Wendy, who chose to continue standing.

Will asked, ?So, does your mom spank you very often??

?Yeah, three or four times a week?or more, but it’s not usually a spanking. Sometimes it’s a belt, sometimes a hairbrush, sometimes a branch.?

?Naked??

?Oh, yeah! She says it doesn’t hurt me so much if I have clothes on.?

?Your butt must be sore all the time.?

?Yeah, it is, but it’s not always my butt. Sometimes it’s my back, sometimes my tits, sometimes my pussy. She prefers my tits. Says she likes to watch ‘em floppin’ around.?

?Jesus. Why don’t you run away??

?I tried that. The juvenile authorities brought me back. Turned out Mom knew the head guy from working in court. I tried to show him where she’d beaten me. He said I probably deserved it and left.

?She gave me the worst beating I’ve ever gotten, after he left.?

?Can we see where she beat you again??

?No, I’d rather not.? She started to back away from the couch, but Andrew grabbed her arm, and Will began unbuttoning her dress.

Wendy struggled, but Will whispered,?You wouldn’t want us to tell Mommy that you were being slutty, would you??

Wendy immediately stopped struggling and got a horror-stricken expression on her face.

Will finished unbuttoning her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. She was totally naked underneath. Her breasts, which were the size of half oranges, were slightly pendulous for a teen-ager, and wobbled easily. They had several red stripes crossing horizontally, one directly across her very pink, very puffy areolas, which were almost half the size of her breasts.

Both boys stopped to look down at the beauties before them. The term ?mouth-watering? certainly applied in this case, as far as they were concerned. They took a step back to view the rest of Wendy’s nakedness. Her body was very attractive, had it not been for the many bruises and wicked-looking stripes that covered so much of it. Some fresh, some obviously a little older, but all harshly applied.

Wendy moaned slightly, as the boys touched her here and there, at first more like a scientific investigation, but eventually they zeroed in on her naked butt cheeks and large erect nipples. She was afraid if she made much noise, her mother would come and accuse her of exposing herself to the boys. As a result, she stood almost statue-like as the boys mauled her, only muttering slightly when one of them hit a sore spot. Soon she was looking down at Will busy sucking away at one of her swollen sore nipples, while Andrew played with the other one, as his other hand dipped between the lips of her vulva.

Andrew’s fingers soon found her secret spot and were toying with it, as though he knew what he was doing. Of course with the experience he’d had diddling Jen in the course of their many sessions with her, he, in fact, did know exactly where to find what he was looking for. Between them, the brothers soon had Wendy in the throes of early rapture, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning in delight.

As the ecstatic feeling grew and grew she began to press Will’s head harder and harder against her stiffening nubbin. Finally, she couldn’t control her oncoming climax and excitedly let out a shriek, loud enough to be heard upstairs. Moments later Ted appeared in the doorway, his mouth agape as he watched his sons attacking their naked victim. He strode over to the threesome, and, grabbing Wendy by the arm pulled her still nude body upstairs and thrust her into the middle of the living room.

?Look what I found downstairs!?

Wendy tried her best to cover her breasts with one arm and her moist love grove with the other, looking somewhat like a disheveled September Morn. She didn’t stay in the middle of the living room for long.

In seconds her mother was out of her chair and, grabbing the terrified girl by the arm pulled her over to her chair. Plopping herself back down, Patricia yanked on Wendy’s arm pulling her body over her lap.

?So, slut, you just couldn’t wait. You just had to tempt those poor boys by showing off your trampy body in all its nakedness.?

?Nnnnooooo?MaMaaa?it wasn’t that way??

Patricia slid her finger along the groove of Wendy’s slit and, finding moisture, rubbed her finger around before pulling it out and holding it up for Ted to see.

?Just as I thought! Wet as a mackerel’s mouth! Don’t tell me you haven’t been down there whoring with those boys. I know you too well.?

?No, no, MAmAAAAA??

Wendy was stopped by her mother’s hand smacking viciously across her already painfully reddened buttocks. Then, for nearly five minutes, she felt that hand slapping against her poor butt cheeks, opening up the few existing dried bloody spots, and wreaking havoc on her entire backside. The pain that she had felt as a result of the whipping Patricia had given her earlier was nothing compared to the stinging torment her mother was inflicting on her now.

Tears flowed down the teen’s cheeks unendingly, and her screams could be heard throughout the house. Unmindful of her total lack of modesty, Wendy’s legs flew about, exposing the area between them more brazenly than if she’d been trying to expose herself to anyone interested in seeing the female anatomy at its lewdest. Halfway through the spanking, the boys appeared from downstairs and watched in rapt fascination as Wendy’s body flailed about.

By the time Patricia finally stopped her brutal smacking of her daughter’s hind-quarters, Wendy lay limply across her lap, tears dripping onto the floor in a small puddle. Patricia forced Wendy to stand before her and proceeded to slap her outthrust breasts several times, before ordering the abject girl to stand in the corner at attention until she was told to move. Shuffling miserably over to the nearest corner, Wendy faced it, wanting so much to rub her super-tender backside, but knowing that was against the rules that had been established by her mother long ago. Miserable and still dripping tears, she threw back her shoulders as she had been ordered to do so many times, thrusting her reddening tits out. She stood looking at the corner, sure that her buttocks must be glowing like a beacon.

Fortunately for her, Jen came in to announce that dinner was on the dining room table, and for everyone to please come and eat. Wendy would have preferred to stand in the living room, but her mother ordered her to follow them into the dining room. Not wanting to take a chance on any of the blood on her behind staining the beautifully upholstered dining chairs, Patricia, moving Wendy’s chair aside, ordered Wendy to kneel at her place next to her mother. When she did, the teen’s nose was even with the edge of the table.

?Don’t you dare spill a drop of food on this beautiful carpeting, slut, or you’ll be in for another lambasting!?

With that, everyone else sat and began passing plates around. Jen felt so sorry for Wendy, having felt similarly humiliated by her family a number of times before, but she was pleased that it wasn’t her for a change.

The meal was a meat stew and Patricia piled an extra helping on Wendy’s plate.  By reaching up as far as possible Wendy was able to extend her lips to the edge of her plate. Patricia handed her a fork and told her to ?dig in!?

The best Wendy could do under the circumstances was to place her lips against the plate and scoop mouthfuls of the stew into her open mouth. Conversation became sporadic, as everyone watched the trembling girl attempting to get the food in her mouth without spilling any. She was mostly successful, but at one point a piece of meat missed her mouth and tumbled to the floor.

?You careless girl! Now suppose you bend down there and lap up that food. I better not see a stain on that carpet, or your ass is grass, Missy!?

Bending over, tears welling in her eyes, Wendy managed to slip her tongue under the wayward piece of meat and slip it into her mouth. Just to make sure, the frightened girl stuck her tongue out and ran it over the carpet to catch any remaining sauce that might have fallen, immediately returning to her place next to her plate.

The portion Patricia had given her was far more than she would normally have eaten, but Wendy knew that her mother would not let her stop until the plate was empty. She finally managed to scoop the last spoonful into her mouth and swallow it.

With a delightful menacing tone, Patricia asked, ?Wouldn’t you like some more of this wonderful stew, slut??

Wendy’s reply was heartfelt. ?Oh, please, no more, Mama. I’m really full.?

?Well, we’ll discuss your impertinence to me, when we get home, but I guess we don’t want you upchuking all over the place, so we’ll let it ride for now.?

Everyone, except Jen, who busied herself clearing the table, returned to the living room, and Patricia had her daughter stand near her chair with her hands clasped behind her neck.

?Tell everyone what I caught you doing yesterday, and why you got your whipping yesterday, slut.?        

?Oh, Mama, please don’t.?

‘You’d better straighten up, bitch, or I’ll give you another whuppin’ right now. I don’t expect any lip from you, especially now.  Now tell ‘em!?

?I?.I?.was?mas?tur?bating in my room, and Mama came in and caught me.? A new dribble of tears began to flow down Wendy’s cheeks.

?Friggin’ away with one hand buried in her pussy and one pulling on her little nip. Right there, lying in bed for everyone to see. I think she likes to show off that hairless little slit of hers. Don’t ya, slut??

Wendy closed her eyes and failed to answer.

?DON’T YOU, SLUT!?

?I?I?I? guess soooo, Mamaaa.?

?I’ll bet you’d like to show ‘em right now, wouldn’t you, bitch??

The horrified girl, shaking her head, pleaded, ?Oh, no, please, Mama. Please, no!?

?Sure! Get those fingers busy, right now, girl, before I begin tanning your hide again.?

Hesitantly, and sooo reluctantly, the girl brought her right hand down to her crotch, still hesitating to insert it between her puffy lips.

?And you’d better hurry. We have to get going, and I know, as much as you like having an audience for your big finale, they don’t want to sit around while you draw out your orgasm. Now get busy!?

Quickly, fearing another dreaded spanking, Wendy slipped her finger between the lips of her pussy and began searching for her little source of ecstasy.

?Spread those legs, girl, and bend your knees, so everyone can see what dirty little girls do behind their mothers’ backs.?

The miserable teen duly spread her feet to about shoulder width and lasciviously bent her knees to make the view that much more enticing. Her finger began sliding up and down between the slit rubbing fervently against her little nubbin of joyfulness.

?Don’t forget those juicy little milk duds that you like to play with so much, bitch!?

Wendy’s left hand tentatively moved up to her well-developed breast and began fingering her hardened nipple. The embarrassment of having to perform before an audience made the approach of an oncoming pleasurable sexual spasm much harder to reach , but eventually Wendy felt those little sparks begin to ignite in her pussy and eventually they became so overpowering that she sunk to her knees as her climax began to reach its zenith.

?Get back on your feet, girl. They can’t see what a slut you are, when you’re down on your knees.?

In the midst of what was becoming the throes of a most satisfying orgasm, Wendy had to force herself to push her body back to her feet. The force of her climax, in spite of her reluctance to have her audience observe it, made her throw her head back in rapturous squeaks. Her buried finger was sweeping back and forth across her clit as rapidly as it could move.

Slowly the ecstatic feeling subside. She so wanted to drop to her knees to savor the passion that was tingling throughout her young body, but she knew that would cause at least a rebuke from her mother, and perhaps another whipping for her willfulness. Finally she stood drained of energy, waiting for her mother’s next demand.

?All right, go down to the den and get your dress, girl. It’s time to go home. We’ll deal with your pig-headed attitude when we get home.?

Wendy dragged herself to the basement, carefully pulled her dress on over her aching body and returned to the living room. Patricia thanked Ted for a ?lovely evening? and pushed her remorseful daughter out to the car, and they were gone.

All the males in the living room heaved a satisfied sigh and hurried off to their respective bedrooms to satisfy their aching libidos.