The Family Man

by Edward Cartwright

  “I truly did,” Faith agreed.

  “You did?” Harry roared.

  “I did,” Faith laughed. “He has a whang on him that would do justice to a horse.”

  “He does?”

  “Indeed he does, daddy. “And he hammers the thing home like a master craftsman.”

  “Then that settles it,” the man crowed with jubilation.

  “That settles what, Harry?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

  “Yes, what does it settle, daddy?”

  “Well, come the sabbath,” Harry said, “we shall all be in church listening carefully while the reverend condemns the sins of the flesh.”

  There were waves of laughter even though all present sensed that Harry was correct in guessing at the content of the Sunday sermon. Harry and his family did not often attend services, yet there was never any scolding on this count since he was generous in his support of the church.

  Next Sunday, though, they would be models of propriety and, if they could arrive early enough, would sit in the front row so that the pious man could look at Faith while he preached the sermon.

  “It will be a ball-breaking laugh for all of us,” Harry laughed uproariously.

  “Oh, Daddy, I can't wait until he sees me sitting there in the front row,” Faith giggled.

  For the remainder of the week, Faith's seduction of the churchman remained the prime topic of conversation in the household.

  On Sunday, bright and early, the family was dressed and on their way to church. They arrived early indeed and would have walked directly into the church if Elizabeth hadn't stopped them by catching her breath and tugging at Harry's sleeve to get his attention.

  Near the entrance to the church was a board listing the name of the minister, the hours of services and the title of the sermon for this Sunday.

  It read, simply, “Have Faith.”

  There was a moment of silence. Then all four of them erupted into gales of laughter.

  “Oh, this is too much,” Harry said, his voice choked with gusts of laughter.

  “Careful, Daddy, or you'll truly break your balls laughing,” Faith laughed merrily.

  “It's worth broken balls to read that sign,” Harry laughed.

  Pausing to draw breath, Harry looked in toward the door of the church just in time to see the minister ducking for the sanctuary inside.

  “Damn it,” Harry muttered under his breath to Elizabeth. “Now that he knows that we're all in on it, I'll wager that he won't go through with it.”

  “You just might be right,” Elizabeth agreed.

  “Oh, I hope you're wrong, daddy,” Faith said.

  As if acting on impulse, Harry walked toward the side of the church. He was not at all surprised to see the reverend scurrying for the safety of the manse. It was Harry's confirmation that the curate would take the service today and would deliver the sermon. Since Harry felt that the reverend had broken faith by backing out of the sermon he had promised, Harry saw nothing wrong with taking his family home without even entering the church.

  “Damn coward, that's what the reverend is,” Harry muttered, angry because he had been cheated.

  During a leisurely lunch, Elizabeth regaled the others with another lurid account of what she had seen and heard while she and Clyde had watched the man of the cloth getting out of his cloths and into Faith. It provided for a meal of great gaiety.

  “If he lights a candle tonight, I can't blame him,” Elizabeth said. “Faith wore out the big candle between his legs. He'll have to light a candle to it.”

  “He was a glorious fuck, though,” Faith said, “even if he turned out to be too cowardly to give his sermon.”

  It wasn't surprising, all things considered, that Harry should decide on a quiet afternoon at home for his family. To ensure a sense of fair play, lots were drawn for the first partners. The draw gave Faith to her brother. Elizabeth and Harry would pair off.

  “I'm going to fuck your brains out,” Faith whispered to her brother.

  “You'll never drain my cock of cream,” Clyde snapped back.

  “I've done it before and I'll do it again,” Faith boasted to her brother as she gave his cock a friendly feel with her hand through his trousers. “When I get done with your tool it'll be little and soft. It'll droop its head in shame and I'll still be ready for more.”

  “Never,” Clyde said bravely.

  So, brother and sister were paired and the father was paired off with the tutor. It would not stay that way. There would be switching later. That was understood by all. But the game would start that way. By way of change, they separated so that there was only one couple to a room.

  Before leaving the children, both Harry and Elizabeth watched the byplay between Faith and Clyde. She already had her hand inside of his pants, and her hand was gripping and caressing his hardening tool.

  “Faith has hot blood,” Elizabeth whispered to Harry.

  “Hot blood? I'll say. She's really cock-crazy, that daughter of mine,” he laughed.

  “She certainly is. Look. She's got Clyde's cock out of his pants already.”

  “By the way in which she is holding Clyde's cock, I'd say that Faith has things well in hand,” Elizabeth laughed.

  “Let's leave them to their fucking while we adjourn to have ours.”

  Before finally adjourning to the master bedroom, Harry asked Elizabeth to fetch her newest strap. The sudden gleam in her eyes told him that she was all in favor of what he had in mind. She knew that she would be the stern mistress. And, she knew that Harry would be her naughty little boy who would require to have his arse well strapped and would then willingly carry out any order that she gave him.

  As Harry waited for her in the bedroom, he was no longer the head of the household. His mind carried him back over the years, far back to the time when he was a curious boy who, with his friend, waited in a closet to see a girl being spanked by her mother.

  Again he would be caught by a stern woman who would undress him, take him over her lap and spank him until he cried loudly for mercy and was willing to do anything she demanded.

  Waiting, he reached down the front of his pants and felt the throbbing desire that had already built up. His penis was rock hard just at the thought of what was to come. He began to stroke it through the cloth and was still doing so when Elizabeth entered the room with the leather strap dangling from her right hand.

  Harry gave a strangled gasp of passion as he saw her. Her face wore an expression of complete dominance. She was teacher, mother and queen at the moment and he was her absolute slave.

  “So, you naughty boy,” she commanded in a stern tone, “I've caught you playing with your bird again have I?”

  “Oh no, Miss,” he defended himself instinctively as a lad would have done under the circumstance. “I was just itchy and scratching myself.”

  “It that so?” she sounded unconvinced. “I shall just check to see if you are telling the truth.” Dropping her strap to a chair beside her, the woman bent and began to open the front of his trousers. Having seen the bulge there, she well knew what she would find. Her hands were smooth and efficient and a moment later, she withdrew the stiff throbbing cock which she gripped firmly.

  “You denied that you were playing with yourself, you naughty boy. What would you call this thing I have in my hand? I see that you are not just a dirty little boy who plays with his bird until it gets hard, you are also a liar, for that, you are going to be punished.”

  “How are you going to punish me, Miss?” he asked in a sniveling tone. “Are you going to make me stay in my room?”

  “Such a foolish suggestion,” she snapped. “I am going to take your clothes off, lay you across my lap and spank you very hard so that you will cry like a baby while your naughty bum burns like fire.”

  “Please Miss, I'll be good. Please don't spank my on my bare bum.”

  Her hands were alr
eady working on his clothes as she continued to talk. “You may snivel all you like, you bad boy, but your bare bum will dance under my strap. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Miss,” he sobbed. “Please don't spank me too hard. It hurts.”

  Harry was naked then except for his socks which she permitted him to keep on since she found they heightened the impression of nudity.

  His tool jutted out hard and straight, begging that she strap him even as his voice pleaded that she not do so.

  “Now then, you bad boy,” she scolded as she sat on the bed in front of him, “you are going to answer some questions and for every lie you tell, I shall add another strapping. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed in a stunningly accurate portrayal of a little boy. “I'll tell the truth.”

  “Very well then,” she commenced the interrogation, “what were you thinking of while you were playing with your bird in that naughty way?”

  There was a pause, then he began to answer in the same sobbing tone. “Please, Miss, I was thinking about your bum. It's so pretty.”

  “How dare you,” the voice cracked like a whip in the silent room. “How do you know what my bum looks like? You've surely never seen it.”

  “Please, Miss, one night while you were undressing for your bath, I peeped through a slit in the wall. I saw you with your back to me as you soaped and rinsed your pretty bum. The water made the pretty cheeks all shiny and nice and I wanted to rub it the way you were doing.”

  “So, you're a spy in the bargain. Well, you dirty boy, I'll give your bare bum a rubbing but it won't be a pleasant one for you, I'll wager. Get over my lap.”

  Before permitting him to do so though, Elizabeth raised her bottom from the bed and jerked her gown up high over her waist. The lap she commanded him to mount was her sleek, bare thighs.

  With a last strangled sob, Harry was a very little boy as he draped hid bare body across the silken thighs to receive his spanking. His whole body trembled then. Really, he was no longer a man at all, but the young boy he pretended to be and a fear ran through him which sent his cock into a new state of excited hardness.

  For a few moments, the woman patted and stroked his buttocks as she continued to scold him. Then, without a warning, her right hand raised and the palm slapped hard in the first spank.

  Harry let out a little cry of pain and the big palm slapped hard on the other cheek. For a long time, while he cried and pleaded, she continued to spank his heaving bottom with her hand so that it turned a bright red hue.

  There was a pause in the spanking then as she reached across his trembling body to pick up the strap. Bringing her hand back slowly, she permitted the strap to slide on the tingling buttocks as a warning of what was to come.

  Gripping him tightly around the waist and raising her right leg to elevate his behind a little, Elizabeth brought the strap down with a stinging slap that wrenched a cry of pain from the boy.

  Raising the strap, she watched as a line of deeper red blossomed against the color her hand had imparted to the cheek. She brought the strap down again.

  After a half dozen stinging slaps with the strap, Elizabeth sensed that he would be content to have the beating end there and move on to other things. It was not going to be, though. She was enjoying it with a wonderful relish and could feel herself building toward climax.

  Again and again the biting strap slapped the churning buttocks as Harry howled and begged for mercy. At last, dropping the strap, she rained a series of spanks all over both cheeks with her hand, then, gripping one cheek and squeezing with her fingers digging into the sensitized skin, her body lurched as she enjoyed a truly magnificent come.

  Elizabeth rested for a little while, staring at the glowing buttocks and dreaming of what was yet to come. When she was ready, she stood the still sobbing Harry on his feet and began to undress. She was entirely nude so that he stared at the bare bum he had boasted of having seen while she bathed. He reacted to the sight not as a man, but as the little boy he still pretended to be.

  “Now then, you terrible boy,” she looked over her shoulder as she spoke, “is this the bare bum you peeped at while I bathed?”

  “Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed.

  “Then I think you owe it an apology. You see, you beastly little boy,” she patted the curved cheeks as she spoke, “it is a very good bum and it doesn't get spanked as naughty bums do. Let it know you're sorry you peeped at it.”

  “I don't know how,” he wailed.

  “Then I'll show you, Harry. I'm going to kneel on the bed with my bum up. You are going to cover both cheeks with kisses, then you're going to part them very gently and kiss my hole. After you've kissed it, you're going to push your tongue deep inside and lick it until I tell you to stop. Do you understand that? Do you realize that if you don't do it well, my strap will sing again and your arse will be on fire?”

  In a sobbing, little boy voice, Harry assured her that he understood what she meant and would do it even though he wasn't very happy about it.

  Managing to hide her superior smile, Elizabeth lowered herself carefully onto the bed with her knees well apart so that her bare bum arched invitingly toward him.

  Moments later, he was kneeling on the floor between her feet and she felt first his hands then his lips begin to graze over the silken skin of her buttocks. He covered both cheeks with kisses and when she reminded him sharply, his hands parted the smooth globes to bring the dark hole and all of the valley into view.

  His kiss was tentative at first then his tongue was licking the full length of the valley and returning often to center on the tight hole.

  More and more then, he licked the anus and began his task of pushing his tongue inside. Elizabeth felt fluids filling her bum crack and knew that he was bathing her as he had been instructed to do.

  Only when her twat began to throb with hunger did it end. Turning over on the bed, she lay on her back with a wide smile of satisfaction as she parted her thighs wide, bent her knees and presented her cunny to him.

  “Lick it and suck it, Harry. Make ma have a come or your arse will pay a terrible price. Suck me off so that I'm very contented or I'll use my strap on your arse once again. You won't like that, Harry. It will make you cry and plead. Start sucking. Suck… suck… suck…”

  It was all the warning Harry needed. His buttocks still throbbed from the strapping and he wanted no more. Seconds later, his hands cupped her buttocks and drew up as his face pressed into the fragrant warmth of her hot, moist cunt.

  As he sucked and licked, he made small eager noises which were a blend of the sobs still generated by the tingling in his behind and his growing passion as his mouth burrowed greedily into the softness of her warm, throbbing crotch which rewarded his seeking tongue as it lapped up the juices she provided in abundance.

  When she came this time, Elizabeth went completely wild. Her thighs closed tightly around his face and she dragged him onto the bed as her body rubbed and jerked so that for a moment, it appeared she would suffocate Harry as he fought for breath in his silken trap of thighs, quim and buttocks.

  When the two finally stopped writhing on the bed, he was lying on his back while she sat on him, the full curves of her bum rubbing his face, her heat consumed twat, rubbing against his nose, feeding him the aroma of aroused twat.

  Sensing his overwhelming need for relief, Elizabeth moved along the bed and claimed his erect penis in her hand as he curled in the position of the womb. Gently, she began to stroke the stiff meat.

  Under the circumstances, she reasoned, it would be out of the question to expect him to fuck her.

  Instead, she cooed wordless comfort into his ear as her hand moved back and forth along the shaft of his cock in the gentle, maternal manner she was now so able to affect.

  Before very long, his cock began to spurt and she watched the thick fluid splash onto his belly. As she continued to rub his weapon and produce m
ore and more cream, her other hand rubbed it into his skin as if it were a soothing, healing balm that would restore his maturity.

  It was and it did.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Clyde attempted to concentrate on his studies, but it was difficult. If it hadn't been for the bad luck of the draw, he would have spent yesterday afternoon with Elizabeth and felt the thrill of possessing her mature body.

  It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with his sister, on the contrary, they had enjoyed a delicious afternoon. It was just that Elizabeth's maturity was a prize he held above all others.

  Hearing the sounds of strapping and the resultant cries, he had known that she was strapping his father. His blood had boiled with passion then and it was still registering high above normal. It would stay that way, he knew, until he found himself in the superior position with Elizabeth lying over his lap with her bum bare and waiting to be spanked by him. Nothing short of that would release him from this tension which gripped him in his loins and spread throughout his body.

  It was at this point, when his despair was at its deepest, that he realized he wasn't going to achieve his goal merely by wanting. He was, he knew, going to have to do something to bring it about.

  The first thing he could do, he reasoned, was to get his work finished so that he would have the free time to pursue his goal. Once that had been clearly established in his mind, he began to work like a demon. The pen now flew over the pages and, within minutes he finished the work that would have taken hours, at a normal pace.

  It was still early afternoon and the rest of the day stretched out ahead like an oasis in the desert. All he had to do now, he told himself, was to find Elizabeth in the right frame of mind, explain his burning desire to her and take it from there.

  He found her in his father's study, sipping sherry and looking very alert. That encouraged him. From there, experience told him, it required just the right nudge to push her over the edge into a state of boiling passion.

  “Have you finished your studies?” Elizabeth said, frowning as he entered.