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Mum smiled at the nervous admiring faces around her.
"Why thank you ladies. This is...unexpected..."
I took the riding crop from Polly and gave it to mum.
"Please mother. My friends have heard so much about your facility with the crop...it would mean so much..."
My friends confirmed my words.
Mum was flattered. And excited. She gave us all a weary look and sighed.
"Very well girls. But it must be brief. I've had a very very long day."
As her glass was refilled two of the girls made dad bend over mum's lap.
I was astonished by the ferocity with which mum flayed his arse with the crop. It only lasted two minutes but by the end she was panting and sweating. And dad was sobbing, crying with gratitude and devotion.
As she passed the crop back to me she thanked me, whispering:
"God Ruby, I needed that. You were right."
Then she had two of my friends pull her boots off, undress her, run her bath, bring her clean towels, more wine and attend to her bath by scrubbing her back, shampooing her hair. The rest of us ran around tidying up and scolding dad.
By the time I left for university I was happy to see that mother was finally getting the most out of dad. And that he was happy, subservient and being regularly punished.
Mother had a group of devoted admirers; my friends, who would step in whenever she was out of town or busy with work.
Not only would the girls dominate dad, but they would serve mum as well. It turned out she was as willing to take the crop to their bottoms as to my father's. And to my surprise they were keen to serve her and be spanked by her as well.
I found myself feeling a little jealous of my friends, and my father. Silly, why would I want mum to smack me? I chided myself for believing my fiction about mother. But still...something stirred..
At the railway station we kissed and said our goodbyes. As I bent down to pick up my luggage I felt a sharp smack on my bottom and turned round to see my mother's cruel smiling face, the riding crop in her gloved hand.
Then she was gone. Leaving that lasting impression with me for the long autumn term.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agomy adult step-daughter had watched her Mom use, abuse, and humiliate me, so it was natural for her to step in after her Mom left. her cousin snuck up on my porch and watched me for 45 minutes or more as i used Doc Johnson's dildo ball to bounce on as i was putting on a show for my internet fans, and reported everything i was doing to my daughter on her cell phone. On nite she was living with me & came home late in her hottest mini skirt and crop top...She walked past my open bedroom door, saw me in my French maids uniform watching interracial porn jerkin off....She laughed at me, reached up her skirt, pulled of her sticky, wet panties, threw them at my face,
and as i started licking the gusset, told me....If you can tell me whose cum it is, you may come lick the rest out of my pussy...i picked the correct one, but on my third try!!! She was still horny, so She called me to eat her creampie anyway!!! She said Third time counts!!! She used her riding crop on me the next morning because i was so good at it.
jim28over 2 years agoGood story, just the way a male should be treated and abused.
My ex made sure her adult granddaughter heard my nightly beatings and I was feminized in front of gd. GD spread the word around the family and they all knew what went on here. Her ex even commented at a family dinner about my getting kicked in the balls.
She also routinely pissed on me and/or made me drink it.
Instead of just spreading the word around the family, I wish she would have done it all in front of them. She did invite her sister to participate at times.
cdCindy1over 2 years agoI've never been a fan of drinking piss, whether it's from a man or a woman. Not into that. However, I did enjoy this story because it was told by the daughter. A female voice to the story made me hard and made me fantasize about me being in the dad's position, serving his daughter, her friends, his wife, and his neighbors too.
I enjoy all of your stories. Please keep up the good writing.
mattenwalmost 3 years agoSorry, I just read your bio and saw that you are British. I take everything back! Brits need that of course!
mattenwalmost 3 years agoAnd the next day his wife and daughter and all the other participants were in jail. The divorce papers were served and he was a free man! Maybe it goes into your head that masochistic men or women have a psychological defect and need therapy and not crazy sadists! Incidentally, sadists also have a defect!
