[This story features what some might regard as incest and include scenes involving significant physical discipline. There are references to defeat and anal play. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
I got back from my week away on a business trip. My time away was better than usual, as I met a couple at the meeting who invited me for dinner. First, I was in a breakout group with a middle-aged (40’s) man who was coming from the same direction I was in terms of how to manage a personnel matter. We chatted after the session, exchanged our coordinates, and he asked if I were staying in the headquarters hotel. When I said he was, he smiled and suggested that I join him and his wife at the bar, and then perhaps we’d all go to dinner. My first reaction to him was positive, based on his contribution to the session and his attractiveness.
Gary was smooth, tall, cool, and funny. Jan, his wife, was relaxed, nicely outfitted in a classic black dress which set off her blonde hair. After a nice repast, they invited me to join them in a room they had which was like a junior suite where they had laid in some champione and fixings.
It didn’t take long until Jan and I decided to shed all our clothes except bra and panties. I lay down on the large bed and Jan got between my spread legs and kissed me ever so sweetly on my puss over my panties. I asked her to take them down and she laughed, “If I take them down for you, it means you’ll get a spanking, sweetie.”
I laughed and she went ahead and softly slipped them off while Gary got behind my head and managed to unhook and remove my lacy bra. I was feeling no pain.
He helped me stand and admired my nude figure. Jan joined me in dropping her undies and taking off her bra; she had a nice, tight, charming shape–tits that were exactly right, not too big for her frame and a beautiful flamencing red bush.
She sat down on the armless chair pulled away from the desk and tapped her lap. I knew I needed to get across her thighs. She made it easy by helping me balance myself. Then she locked her arm over my wait while she picked up a little black rod–it must have been graphite–and gave me some strokes with it on my can. They weren’t too hard, so I could tell she wasn’t trying to whale me.
Gary nicely brought the “spanking” to a conclusion by lifting me off Jan’s lap and carrying me to the bed. On my back, I had little desire to do more than spread my legs. Gary smiled happily, doffed his clothes until he pulled off his blue boxer briefs. Then he climbed on me most gently and I enjoyed guiding him right into my puss–which was quite wet by this time.
He knew what he was about and knew how to please me, anyway. He thrust lightly, touched all the right spots inside me, and kissed me as sweetly as anyone has ever done. This got me fired up and I began feeling myself clamp and release his member inside me. Suddenly, I knew I was overthe top. I told him shyly that he might want to join me. Was I surprised when no sooner had I said it but I felt his spurts blast into me!
Jan saw what was happening and, far from being jealous, she seemed proud of his ability to respond instantly. When we came down, I rose up and walked to her and took her in my arms. I led her back to the bed where she got between my legs and licked her husband’s cum mixed with my juices as it all exited my hole. After she finished, I had us turn over and I gave her a royal licking that I could tell got her clip upstanding.
She got me at the point of cumming yet again. Then she surprised me by letting her forefinger move between my legs and head down to insert itself in her bottom. That was all she needed. A giant orgasm followed, and I had to move away from her. Then I took her in my arms, and we pressed our tits against the other’s in our embrace.
We slept together and I was glad Gary didn’t try to fuck me again because I was bushed. I made it through my last workday and headed home.
My cell rang and it was my Aunt Debby, my mom’s younger sister, a lot younger. When she heard my driving route, she invited me to stop for lunch and I readily accepted. I liked Deb. She had some gumption, enough to send her crummy husband packing when he cheated on her. Her kids were roughly my age–well, Katie’s was the same as mine and Laurens was older, about Jack’s 26.
Like Jack and me, they all worked, including Deb. Thus, it was not what I expected to find all three greeting me with hugs and kisses. They lived a little way out of our town in a huge house. I was still taken aback when Deb began to explain what they were thinking.
“We know you and Jack are living in that huge manse Your folks left you,” Deb began. “To put it plainly, since you have a lot of room, would you consider having we three join you there? We certainly can help you with the upkeep and the bills, and we won’t be a drain because we all work, as do Jack and you.
I told them I liked the idea. I asked if they knew I was in charge now at the house. Deb, Katie, and Laurens grinned.
“Jack filled us in on how things work at your place. We’d like you to be in charge of us, too,” Katie contributed now. “We all love you, Karen, and we think this would work out well. If for some reason it doesn’t, you can give us notice.”
“Well,” I responded coolly. “I do also like your idea, Kate. Although I assume Jack told you where I was when you called, he probably didn’t mention that we do have two particularly good friends of mine living with us.”
“He mentioned them and said that things were working out well,” Deb chimed in. “We are fine with lesbians. After all, You could say when we want to join you, we’re thinking about what other people would see as kinky.”
I liked the idea of spicing up our menu. “That all sounds fine to me,” I responded. Then I looked at Katie and asked her if we could talk for a fewWhen we got up and walked into the next room, I decided to see how she’d react when I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, “that was really nice, Karen. Thanks.”
I smiled and then told her in a stricter tone, “From now on, sweetie, it will be ‘Miss Karen’ to you.”
Suddenly made aware of how the tenor our relationship had already changed, Katie grinned but very respectfully responded, “Yes, Miss Karen. Thank you for correcting me.”
“Has your mother distributed you or Laurens or both of you since you came home from college and went to work?” I asked. “You both have good jobs, and I would think you all have no problem maintaining this house?”
“My mother is the one who needs disciplining,” she answered. “Not that my brother and I are averse to it–Miss Karen, all three of us tend toward the submissive side and we just think the world of you. But Mom has been being irresponsibly lately in terms of household maintenance and general behavior. I took her aside and said that from now on, I was going to supervise her performing her responsibility and that she would be disciplined if she kept avoiding what we expect from her. After all, Larry and I work hard and she’s acting like she should just enjoy herself with our support–financial and otherwise.”
“Have you distributed her yet?” I asked.
“No, we were hoping that you might take the lead now,” Katie replied.
“I’m ok about doing that,” I responded, “but I want to have you play a role to establish your authority over her. Don’t worry, I’ll discipline you if and when I feel you have earned it.” I figured that would shake her a little, but she said that she had hoped that both those things would be actions she would like to see me take.
Kate and I returned to the room where Aunt Debby and Laurens were sitting.
“Katie has confirmed, Debby, that you have not been fulfilling your responsibility in terms of household maintenanceand general behavior. Under the circumstances, I have decided that you require disciplining now,” I said firmly.
I saw that Aunt Deb had a shocked look on her face and she responded as if in a trance. “Karen, I think you’re being a little hard on me for this to happen so soon,” she said in an apologetic tone.
“First of all, Deb, it will always be ‘Miss Karen’ when you address me,” I began. Second, you, Kate, and Laurens requested to live with us and agreed that if I consented, you would be subject to discipline,” I went on. “Unless you want to incur increased punishment, I suggest you now stand before me and lift your skirt above your waist or if it cannot be lifted, unzipped and removed.”
Deb did a double take but stood and walked to stand in Front of where I was seated on an armless chair. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, folding it, and placing it on a side chair.
“I appreciate your prompt compliance, Deb,” I advised her. “That will always betook into consideration when determining your discipline.” I now reached out and placed my thumbs in her full white briefs and pulled them down smoothly below her buttocks. Baring both her bottom and her public area, she moved to cover the latter, but I told her curtly to place her hands at her sides.
For a woman approaching 50, Deb was looking good, at least to me. Her bottom was unmottled and free of aging signs such as veins or far-from-smooth skin surfaces. I know she was embarrassed when I patted my lap as a signal for her to place herself across it–something that generations of family spankers have used to treat the person to be spanked in a childish way.
Deb placed herself across my lap and I adjusted her position to make sure her legs were off the carpet as her head was facing the carpet at her other end. Without scolding her or further discussion, I began giving her a thorough hand spanking, alternative cheats with increasing harder spanks. I knew I needed to iPress not only her, but Kate and Larry, that when I spanked or imposed any discipline, I mean business.
Deb began groaning soon and then starting to emit little cries of shame and mostly pain, I concluded. I ended the hand spanking with a fusillade of hard strokes delivered very quickly and intensely. She burst into tears but quietly down when she felt me place my hairbrush on her bottom. I had taken it out of my handbag.
“Oh, please, Miss Karen,” she pleaded, “Not the hairbrush! I’ll be a good girl!”
I was charmed to hear her plead in such classic phrases.
“You’ve been needing this for some time, Deb,” I told her, “and now you are receiving what is due.” Deb was now moving her bottom in a desperate effort to diminish the pain. I began applying the hard side of the hairbrush and sooner than I expected, she was screaming. I only gave her 30 hairbrush strokes before I ended that instrument’s application.
Deb already realized that if she pleased more with me to end the spanking, she would prolong it. I saw that Kate and Larry were impressed with the seriousness of the spanking she received. I also noticed that Deb’s face was red, partly from crying and partly from being warmed throughout her body by the castigation of her bottom.
I reached into my handbag and took out a rectal thermometer and a small package of Vaseline. “I now will take your temperature, Deb, to make sure your getting red hasn’t raised it unduly.” With that, I pushed her cheese apart, rubbed some of the Vaseline on the thermometer and pressed it into her anus with my forefinger. She protested against this humiliating invasion, but I told her to stop that and start acting like a grown woman. Then I slipped the grossed thermometer into her anal opening as she gasped in surprise. I suspect that it had been quite some time since her rectum was invaded by a thermometer or anything else.
I knew that Kate and Larry were impressed by seeing the thermometer obscenelysticking out of Deb’s deeply recessed, dark-colored asshole. After the required three minutes, which probably seemed far longer to the shadow-faced Deb, I carefully took out the thermometer and inspected it.
“Your temperature is normal, dear,” I said patronizingly, “but I’m sorry to have to note that the thermometer emerged dirty.”
Deb’s face was crisis with shame now that I had disclosed that The inside of her rectum clearly had traces of her last bowel movement or the start of her next one. Kate and Larry looked suppefied at this imposition of severe humiliation on their mother.
“Do you feel you need or will need soon to make a doody?” I asked, purposely using the childish term.
“Yes, Miss Karen,” Deb now replied in a small, fearful voice, obviously horrified at having to admit a need to defeat, but afraid to deny it or fear that it might emerge soon on its own voltage.
“So, you believe you need to go now?” I followed up.
“Yes, Miss Karen,” sherepeated in a sad voice.
“Then I want you to get up off my lap and squat in front of me, where I will place some paper towels,” I told her as she cringed at what she was about to have to do, “You may squat and do your business.” I placed a small bowl from the sideboard on the floor under her as she squatted, exposing her pubes and vulva as well as her crinkled anal opening.
She grunted and clearly strained a bit before a large, brown, thick turd slowly emerged from her stretched anal ring. It keep moving out of her hole and finally tailed off and dropped on the towels. Then her bladder released, and she peed a strong stream into the bowl. We all heard the turd hit the paper and then her pee burble into the bowl. I then handed her some toilet paper and said she should wipe herself, using as much as she needed to get her intimate areas clean.
She wiped from front to back as she had been taught long ago but shrunk at showing me the paper. I let her drop it into the bowlor on the paper. Then I told her she could pull up her panties and take the bowl and folded-up paper towels containing the toilet paper to the bathroom for disposal.
When she had left the room bearing the products of her defecation and urination, Kate and Larry dared to speak, “You were incredibly severe with her, Miss Karen,” Katie said with a critic in her throat. Larry nodded and said he was surprised by how thoroughly I had humiliated their mom.
“You said she wasn’t maintaining her share of responsibility here,” I responded, “so I wanted to impress her that she wouldn’t get away with that at our place, because everyone shares in taking care of things there. I will tell her that if this made her reconsider her request to join us, that is fine although I do love her, as well as the two of you, and hope you do come to live with us.”
Later, Kate spoke more with me in her room. “I didn’t mean to challenge you at all, Miss Karen,” she said, “but I was surprised at the ferocity of her punishment. Yes, she deserved it. And I’m also forced to confess to you that I became highly aroused at her spanking, and especially at her temperature being taken and her being made to move her bowels and empty her bladder in such humiliating fashion.”
“Do you feel you need to be distributed for that?” I asked her blandly, not knowing how she would respond.
After a moment or two of hesitation, Katie cleared her throat and answered me, “Yes, Miss Karen, I was a naughty girl letting myself get so excited by my mother’s being distributed that my panties are now soaked, and not from pee,” she let out a giggle.
“Katie, I appreciate your honesty, really,” I said, trying to appear as sympathetic as possible. “Please pull off your panties, however, and hand them to me.”
Surprised and frightened by my request, she hesitated for a moment and then reached under her skirt and took her little red bikini panties down and off. She shamefully handed them to me./p>
I inspected the crotch which was wet, and I sniffed it and sensed the powerful odor of an aroused female’s vagina.
“I’m not going to spank you, Katie,” I told her, and she seemed relieved. “However, I’m going to insert a butt plug into your anal opening for a time. You will want to put a pantyliner in the crotch of your undies or wear a pair of the new period panties, so the wetness doesn’t irritate you down there.”
Katie knew she needed to bend over. I extracted a medium-sized plug from my handbag, took some Vaseline and rubbed the plug, and slowly pressed my lubed forefinger into her cute anal opening. Then I eased the plug into her bottom.
I thanked all of them and said I hoped they would decide to join us soon. I added that they should let me know as soon as they had made up their minds. Then I put my arms around Aunt Deb and kissed her sweetly as we hugged. I did the same with Katie and then Larry.
“We really did appreciate your visit, Miss Karen,” they said together, “even if some of what happened took us by surprise.” Kate grinned at me, obviously relishing her being distributed lightly for her arousal. Then they all said, “Have a good trip home, Miss Karen.”
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