A Riddick Chronicle
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1-Do You Have A Big Dick? Why Not?Chapter 6 free porn video
“No, by all means, please continue with the beatings until morale improves!” Betty chuckled at her own joke while her daughter quivered like a naked puddle of Jell-O in my lap. I was shocked that she’d allow me to beat her daughter’s naked ass but at the same time I guess it made perfect sense in this house.
I continued to compare everything to how “normal” it is in my house but to them naked spankings in the living room on camera was “normal”.
Betty clearly had no sympathy for her daughter’s blubbering and liked what she saw me doing. That really surprised me but at the same time as I said it didn’t surprise me.
Betty had all these whips and chains in her bedroom although I assumed they did that stuff for pleasure. I wasn’t sure how whips and chains were pleasurable but since I saw them in places like Spencer’s gifts in the mall that is what I thought they were for. I really had never given it much though. I just associated it with sex and this was something else – although there was something very sexual about it.
What I just did hadn’t been pleasurable for Hayden although it definitely gave me a thrill and the online chat room liked it!
“You are a natural Dom, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Betty encouraged me to pick the paddle back up and continue to beat her quivering naked daughter. Hayden’s lower lip was flapping up and down as she balled.
Waverly teased me that I would probably make a better “Service Submissive” but her Mother glared at her and Waverly stopped putting me down and encouraged me.
I didn’t know what a Dom was but my Uncle later explained it was a BDSM Dominant Master. There is no way looking at me that you would ever get the impression I am one of those.
“You should have been here earlier, he was really knocking them out one at a time,” Waverly was now supportive of what I was doing to her Sister. I appreciated the way they made me feel like I was doing it right. I was worried I was screwing up.
I picked up the paddle again reluctantly and looked down at Hayden who quietly nodded for me to continue as she blubbered on me with her legs still open.
She had them raised up and bent. Betty pulled her daughter’s legs wide apart so that I could hit her with the flat of the paddle on the pussy lips.
Her body weight felt great as she lay across my lap. It was like when a big dog falls cuddles up on you. I know that doesn’t sound sexy but I liked having her on top of me is what I am trying to say. It was hot as hell seeing her exposed and vulnerable. I could look straight into her pussy from this angle.
I cracked the paddle against her ass and I knew it must have stung her. She yelped slightly and breathed through her mouth.
“Forty Eight Sir, thank you, please may I have another!!” Hayden’ doe like eyes scanned me as she looked over her shoulder at me as if looking into my soul for the first time. It was as if perhaps she was pleading for mercy and yet she waited with her legs apart vulnerable and exposed for me to hit her again.
“Ask another of your questions,” Waverly encouraged me as I hit her sister again for the forty ninth swat right on her pussy with the flat of the paddle. I heard a sploshing sound as the labia meat that hung down from her pussy squished between her legs and the juices squirted out of her. Hayden gripped my arms tightly with her hands and held herself in place so she didn’t fall off of my lap.
“Whose pussy is this?” I asked. The reason I asked this question is twofold. I couldn’t think of any deep and thought provoking questions now that Betty was there. It felt really taboo to be hitting her daughter in front of her. I know it shouldn’t have but I was having trouble getting over the idea that her mother would be watching and even supportive of her spanking.
I also remembered the two black guys asking Betty if her booty belonged to them and she answered yes.
“My pussy is YOURSSSSSSS, Ssssir!!!!!! Forty Nine, thank you please another right there, Oh God!!” Hayden grunted enthusiastically and sort of kicked her feet almost shaking herself right off of me.
“Are you sure?” was my final question. It seemed weak but when I hit her again she sobbed that “It is, it is all yours sir! I belong to you, oh my fucking god, please stop, please, please Sir! I will behave!”
Hayden was a mess of sweat and tears as the chat room went wild with the next set of punishments that she would have to endure. Betty waved to the camera and said “Bye for now, we’ll be back on at the regular time!!” and turned off the laptop abruptly while blowing some kisses.
“Damn, Son you really surprise me,” Betty told me that she didn’t think she’d see me again after that last night. “You didn’t come sniffing around the next day and I assumed you had seen more than you cared to see and we scared you off,” Betty laughed and her belly shook. Hayden fell to the floor sobbing and whimpering in a ball.
Waverly continued to eat and watch TV as she lay on the couch comfortably.
“No, Hayden told me not to come around,” I explained. I wasn’t intending to get Hayden in trouble for that. I am just kind of naïve and so I said the truth.
“Is that true?” Betty asked and Hayden shook her head as she sobbed and rubbed her pussy. “You got one more week of restriction for that!” Betty said and Hayden sighed in protest but Waverly laughed. “You got three more weeks of restriction now. I had to take out an Amscot loan just to pay off the garage to fix the damage you did! They won’t even take blowjobs at fucking Tire Kingdom! Imagine that? What is the world coming too when a mechanic won’t take a little off the bill for some head, am I right, Jonathon?” Betty clung to my arm.
“Justin,” I corrected.
“I knew that. I was just testing you, baby,” Betty smiled and kicked Hayden with her foot to get off the carpet. “There is cum and all kinds of roaches down there. Collect yourself, wash the stank off you and then get your thong back on,” she told her.
Waverly kept smiling and grinning as her little sister did as she was told. I felt bad for Hayden but Betty wanted to talk to me.
Waverly stuck her nose into the conversation as I sat on the couch and Betty warned her eldest daughter she could be on restriction as well.
“What for?” Waverly put down her yogurt cup.
“Because you encouraged Hayden to steal the car and provided her with my keys?” Betty’s eyes lit up as she accused her eldest daughter.
Waverly shrugged and said that wasn’t a big deal. She didn’t actually DO it so she didn’t see the problem with it at all. They obviously had a much more grey idea of morality and right and wrong than I did.
“Well, our tips take a huge bump when one of you is on restriction, so if I say you are on restriction you’ll get on restriction,” Betty assured her daughter and Waverly didn’t challenge that at all. She just took another spoonful of yogurt and nodded. I was shocked. Waverly was playful and strong willed but her mom seemed even stronger willed. Waverly totally didn’t challenge her what her mother told her.
I wasn’t sure if that was because she didn’t think her mother would follow through and it wasn’t worth arguing or she really wasn’t scared of it. I had a hard time believing that she was just this obedient little follower though.
I had a hard time processing the idea that any of them could be submissive given that they were such smart asses and had such strong personalities. I guess what little I knew about submission came from online porn where the girl is this helpless doormat. They didn’t seem like that at all even when on my lap and crying I felt like Hayden could stand up and smack the shit out of me if she actually wanted too.
It actually turned me on a little bit more than I thought it would having this virile, strong girl submitting to my whims.
“Now, Justin,” Betty put her hand on my knee. “I was really impressed with you the other day at Mr. Stone’s house. You did what you were told and you didn’t ask a lot of questions,” she told me that was a good thing.
I nodded in understanding.
“I didn’t think you had a two nuts and a sack swinging between your legs though, because you let my little girl push you around and play with your emotion, get all up inside your head,” she said of the past few days. That seemed like a really powerful observation.
Hayden HAD managed to get in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or any of this really. My personal self-esteem was tied to getting laid but now I wasn’t even sure what to think – I was past that.
I nodded in agreement again.
“You can stop nodding like an idiot and say things back to me, you know?” Betty told me. She told me to wait there while she poured herself some wine. She unstoppered a different wine bottle with the anal beads she had used to seal the one bottle I had bought her a few days ago and poured the contents into two large glasses. I assumed one was for me but they were both for her. She just didn’t want to get up and get another one.
She told me I could put my dick away now and zip up my pants. I had totally forgotten and been so used to it that I didn’t think about it. “You won’t need it just yet,” she tapped the head of my cock playfully while I zipped myself back up.
I think my eyes were wide like a kid staring at all the toys laid out under the tree on Christmas morning because Betty seemed amused at my enthusiasm and told me to pace myself.
“Girls are kind of like ketchup bottles,” She licked some wine from her fingers. “You have to turn them over every now and then and really whack their bottoms to get anything out of them.”
That was funny, clever and made sense. I tried not to smile but she told me it was okay to laugh.
“It isn’t abuse when it’s done with love. We laugh in this house, don’t we girls? At our own pain, at each other’s pain, because what else can you do?” she asked her daughters and they agreed with smiles.
Bondage porn online came in two basic varieties;
1. Glam Photos: Soft-glossy photos of really hot women posed with whips and chains. They would never sweat, no hair was out of place and they had on make-up. I never thought about what the girls were doing before or after those pictures but it wasn’t bondage because these girls sweat and their hair was all messed up. They were breathing heavy – this was a physical activity that was nothing like those.
2. Torture Photos: Women tied up in the woods with a branch shoved up their ass, or suspended in elaborate ropes or cages and then beaten. They looked sweaty and terrified usually like they were being abducted. I’d often wonder where this guy who ran “Insex” found all these hot young girls to be willing to be tortured like that.
This wasn’t like that either. Yes, Hayden was a quivering blob but there was something more or at least different to what I was experiencing. An emotional connection? I couldn’t explain it and even if Betty had told me right then I wouldn’t have understood it. I just knew this wasn’t like those photos either.
I did believe this wasn’t abuse though. I still hadn’t reconciled how I could hurt or hit someone I liked though.
“Sometimes I have to be cruel to be kind. Do you understand?” Betty asked me.
I didn’t and she said that was okay. “You will learn in time. The girls understand. What do I mean by that Hayden?”
“Mistress means that when she isn’t strict and lets me run amok my natural bitch tendencies get the better of me, Master Justin” Hayden said. She was still sniffling and shaking but had composed herself somewhat.
“Yeah, but I mean that was intense!” I admitted. I just wanted to hold Hayden and comfort her. She looked like she had enough and yet she was ready for more!
“It was intense wasn’t it?” Betty looked down at me and smiled knowingly. “You probably never get in trouble at home? Not real trouble. You don’t steal, set fires, run off with wild women at night? At least not until you met us right?” she chuckled. Betty didn’t expect an answer. “My girls do really shitty things, and so do I. We need really shitty consequences or else we don’t change our ways. We are stubborn that way, but all those bruises and welts heal. You probably want to get up and kiss all her boo-boos, don’t you? Make the pain go away?” Betty asked me.
I did. She could see it plainly on my face that I felt guilty about what I had done to her daughter with the paddle- especially to her cunt lips. I just imagined what that would feel like on my nut sack and I could feel sympathy pains.
“Tell him how the pain helps you, Hayden?” Betty asked her daughter.
“Mistress is right. If you spoil me then I get spoiled. You didn’t hit me all that hard but the things you said really gave me a lot to think about and the pain helps to underscore it. The throbbing sensation will sting and keep me from taking your words lightly. I hate to admit it because its unpleasant medicine, but I need a good whack every now and then, Master Justin!” Hayden said. Her shoulders were up straight. Her back was not slouched. She was standing with tits out and pressed to the wall and her nose as far into the corner as she could push it. If she wanted to run away she could have at any time but she chose to stand there. There was no gun to her head.
She seemed to like what I did and at the same time resent it. I wasn’t sure if she resented me or resented her need for it. This experience was a lot to process.
“Every now and then or every day?” Waverly underscored her sister’s words and pointed out that Hayden probably need a spanking all the time.
“Just while I am on restriction, Miss Waverly!!” Hayden shook her head back and forth sarcastically as she called her sister Miss Waverly in a patronizing manner.
“If you two bitches would shut your cock holes and stop jabbering maybe we could work something out here right now,” Betty warned her daughters to shut up. She used the word “Cock hole” to mean mouth, cunt and ass at different times. I assumed she meant mouth just then.
Betty sat close to me on the couch and turned herself in such a way that her cleavage was fully exposed towards me. It seemed like instinct to her. I had seen her tits many times but I have to admit that just looking at her cleavage was breath taking. She had such boulders for tits and they jutted out so that they looked like stones or watermelons underneath her shirt and the space in between was big enough for the largest dick – my hormones told me I just wanted to place my hard cock on her breast bone for some reason.
“You can help me out, I can help you,” her offer was clearly meant to be seductive and I saw no reason not to accept it or be skeptical. I knew she was manipulative but I really didn’t think I had much she could really want anyway though. She seemed to have no end to interested guys who wanted to put their dicks in her and her daughters. The chat room had been electric with interest.
“First, I assume that an innocent little mug like you got caught coming back in the house after our little field trip last night?” Betty was right about that. “What kind of punishment did your parents give you?” she asked.
“Actually, my dad was so proud I got a girlfriend he gave me a hundred dollar a week allowance and they were just glad I was alright,” I explained.
Betty’s eyebrows raised and she licked her lips. I told her that I was down to twenty dollars a week for toiletries now that I am not dating Hayden in case she got any ideas about that money.
“Good news, you are back dating Hayden,” Betty told me that was conditional on providing the hundred dollars to her to pay for rent. I told her I really didn’t know what toiletries were anyway and she laughed and said of course I didn’t.
“So your family is rich?” she asked. I explained we were not rich and that my dad was just super proud that I had a social life. I also told her that my mom would want to talk to her because she was upset that I went out at 4am. “Give her my number, I’ll have a nice little chat,” Betty wrote down her phone number.
I wasn’t sure what she would say to my mom but I took the napkin. Betty had drawn a penis but made the balls in the shape of a heart. She apologized and said that was how she signed her name. “I used to be a famous stripper in my glamour days. I toured the country doing shows. The theme to my show was a tribute to Alice Cooper!”
“I don’t know who she is,” I said. Betty laughed pretty hard at that. My uncle explained later he was some kind of old rock guy now. I really looked like a fool on that one.
“I used to be one of his favorite groupies,” Betty told me.
Waverly shifted uncomfortably and sighed “Oh my gawd” as she had obviously heard this story before.
“Waverly’s dad is probably Glen Buxton!” She said with pride. She pointed to an autographed guitar and told me it was worth millions. She had to explain that Glen was Alice Cooper’s original guitar player. “He was so much better than Nita!”
I later learned that Betty hated Alice Cooper’s current guitar player Nita Strauss and vowed to pull her hair out at the roots. I was told never to bring her up which was good since I had no idea who any of these people were. Betty had a long list of people she absolutely hated and wanted to destroy and Nita was apparently high on the list because they apparently had a rivalry. My take away was that Betty had obviously at one time rolled with Rock stars (even though it was one I never heard of) and that was pretty impressive.
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