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After all the spanking, and cumming twice within a short period of time, I was totally wiped out. As soon as the girls left the room, I went to bed and crashed.
I woke up an hour or so later and looked at the clock. Shit, I'm not gonna get much writing done today. I need to actually get started at some point.
Unfortunately, I had to shower (again!) and eat lunch before I could even start to think about working.
As I was just about to go downstairs to eat, I got another call from my wife.
"Hey, super stud. How's it going?"
"Good, super sexy. And you?"
"Same ol', same ol' boring business crap. How's our house? Is it still standing? It hasn't been destroyed by King Dong or Dongzilla yet, has it?"
I laughed. "Nope. Although I did see Franken-Dong walking around here with his stiff outstretched arms."
She joked, "Hmmm. If he saw the girls prancing around, I'll bet he had another appendage that was REALLY stiff and outstretched!"
After some more joking and small talk, and after I briefly went to Michelle's room and looked out the window to confirm that the girls were tanning in the backyard and couldn't possibly be eavesdropping on us, she got to the point of her call. "Honey, something happened a couple days ago, and I've been meaning to tell you about it, but things have been so busy and crazy that it kind of slipped my mind."
"Don't worry. It's not some disaster, just something you need to be careful about. I happened to walk by the den, and I heard Michelle and Ruby talking. Normally, I would have just walked on by and given them their privacy, but it sounded like Michelle was giving some kind of public speech, and that caught my attention. Why would she be doing that in her bedroom? She was talking in a booming voice, saying things like 'Ladies and gentlemen,' and generally sounding like a politician. So I put my ear to the door."
"And, it turned out she was talking about you. Specifically, your determination to have them date boys. She called it 'trouble in paradise.'" My wife imitated Michelle's politician voice, and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is trouble in paradise. Read my lips: this will not stand! Are we going to quietly sit here and let this great haremocracy crumble to dust before it can really get going? No! I say we must fight! We must stand up for what we believe in! For slavery, injustice, and Daddy's dick-tatorship!'"
I couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous and bombastic that sounded.
Apparently Mindy agreed with me, since she was trying to stifle her own laughter.
I said, "I do like her parody of 'freedom, justice, and democracy' type slogans. But 'injustice' sounds a bit harsh. Ouch."
"Yeah, I thought about that too. I think she looks forward to a life in which you have all the power and can do whatever you want, while she can only serve you and your fat cock, so that's fundamentally unjust."
"Hmmm. When you put it that way, it sounds pretty bad."
"Daniel, don't be getting all moral on me again! She LIKES it! Now, listen. She carried on like that for quite a while, far longer than you would expect if she was merely joking. I couldn't see what was happening, but I figured out from the occasional 'audience' response that her audience was just Ruby. Apparently, they were psyching each other up, role-playing like politicians at a rally to rev up their energies. It was kind of cute, like some kind of very pornographic state of the union speech."
"How is that cute?" I asked.
I could practically hear my wife rolling her eyes at me. "You had to be there. It was very cute, like when she and Ruby were five and I watched them having a tea party with all their dolls."
I complained, "Miiiiiin! Can you not remind me of that kind of thing?"
"Sorry, you're right. That could be kind of awkward, seeing how you probably were fucking their faces just a little while ago."
"Sorry again." She chuckled. "In any case, the reason I mention this to you is that there was talk about action. Michelle kept declaring, 'This will not stand!' But I guess I only caught the tail end of their pep talk, so I couldn't understand most of what they were going on about. There were references to secret plans, but it was like they were talking in code."
"You know, stuff like, 'It's time for the next phase in the total submission sex slave revolution.' What does that mean? The only thing I could figure out was that they're extremely unhappy about your effort to get them to go out with boys their own ages, and they're determined to do something about it, to stop it from happening. There was a lot of talk about a 'pre-emptive strike.'"
"Uh-oh! That doesn't sound good at all."
"No," she agreed. "And for being such supposedly submissive sex slaves, they sure are damn aggressive!"
"You've got that right! This whole thing about them being 'enslaved' to me is kind of a joke. It's nothing more than sexy talk, since they do whatever the heck they want, as usual. But what do you think all that means?"
"Well, I actually tried to talk to them about it later. I brought up the dating boys topic, commiserated with them about it, and subtly suggested they might want to do something about it. I thought that would get them to tell me they were already planning to do just that, and then tell me their plans. Unfortunately, they did the first part, but not the second part. About all I could get them to say was, 'Don't worry, we're gonna take care of it. Daddy's gonna see the light. We're born and bred to be his cock slaves, and that's all there is to it!'"
I asked, "But aren't you in their confidence?"
"I thought I was, but apparently I'm not when it comes to this. When I pressed them on it, they just said that it was better I didn't know, in case things didn't work out and there were punishments meted out. Obviously, I wasn't pleased about their sneaking around, which is why I'm calling you. As for what they're up to, I suspect they're trying to get you so hot and horny, you'll break down and fuck them senseless. They probably assume that as soon as you're regularly sliding your fat cock into their tight cunts and driving deep and hard into them, you'll forget all about the dating boys idea. Once you get in the habit of shooting your thick loads of baby batter far inside their young, tight, virginal-"
I cut her off. "Okay! I get the point already! Do you have to be so graphic about it? Sheesh!" Somehow, I'd developed a hard-on about as fast as I could count to three.
"Sorry. You know I'm on your side and I'm trying to warn you, but I also am a cucquean, and I can't help getting a little carried away thinking about you repeatedly nailing our two gorgeous girls. Just the mental image of how wide their wet little virgin cunts will have to stretch in order to take your thickness gets me hot, okay? But, strangely, I get even more aroused thinking that while I'm metaphorically chained to my desk, doing BORING work on it, they'll be literally chained to your bed and you'll be doing BONING work, on them! ... Oops. I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
"Yes. Yes, you are." I was annoyed at how aroused she was making me.
She continued, "It was a fun play on words though, you have to admit."
"Conceded." I love my wife and her sense of humor.
"Anyway, it's just a guess, but that's what I think their likely secret strategy is. And frankly, I think it's a pretty good one. Er, meaning one that has a good chance of succeeding. It pains me to say this, but you're going to have to resist their ample charms."
"That's what I'm going to do," I said with false bravado. I was aware they had lots of ways to ambush me.
"And be careful! If they're more dastardly and aggressive, they may try to surprise you. For instance, imagine waking up to your usual morning tickle attack, only to find it isn't Michelle's facial lips wrapped around your cock and giving you great pleasure, it's her pussy lips! And as incredible as that would feel, no doubt, it's not the time. For instance, think of the blood and the mess as you take her virginity. Plus, I want to be there when that happens. That's VERY important to me! So lock your door when you're taking a nap, for starters."
"Okay. Good idea. I'll be careful." I sighed at how crazy this had become.
Not surprisingly, she replied, "And that's supposed to be a BAD thing that you don't want to do?! Uh-oh, my gaydar is beeping!"
After I got her to apologize for her over-the-line "gaydar" joke - can't a guy get tired sometimes?! - she wanted a detailed account of every sexual happening in the house since her last call. But I begged off. I told her that would only make me uncontrollably horny, and I'd have to go downstairs and blast some cum onto some faces.
I tried to make sense of the phone call after it ended. It's hard to figure out what to do about this threat she mentioned. If I tip my hand that I'm on to them, that might just drive them to even more extreme and secretive methods. It might also blow her cover as confidante, or at least a semi-trusted one, which I don't want to have happen either. For now, I should just be extra careful and resolute, and keep my eyes and ears open for more clues.
It's also hard to figure out Min's attitude on this. On the one hand, it does seem like she really is trying to help me. On the other hand, it seems pretty obvious she would be happier if I'm fucking our two busty Hellions, and regularly draining my balls into both their mouths and pussies. I trust her with my life in general, but on this specific point I'll have to be careful because of her conflicting cucquean feelings.
About that time, I heard the "Gruesome Threesome" come upstairs, giggling about some plan to "show him what we need."
I doubted I'd be able to make it downstairs, eat, and come back without some kind of sexy drama from the girls, and I was right. When I wandered into the kitchen / dining room area wearing shorts and a shirt, it looked like I was all alone. But the girls must have had some kind of real radar on me, because they arrived about a minute later.
They were wearing something, though I'm not sure I could call it clothes. It was more like wisps of transparent lingerie (similar to, but different from the ones they were wearing when they'd woken me up), and even those were worn wide open.
Sue Ellen and Ruby were in front, leading Michelle by a leash. Michelle's wrists were still bound, but they were on her backside this time. The leash was obviously makeshift, made from long black strips of cloth, but Michelle was acting like she was being led in chains. Her head was bowed down and she was generally playing up how "defeated" she was.
Needless to say, they looked sexy. Way too sexy! I'd heard them coming down the stairs, and shouted out from some distance as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Freeze! Now, go back upstairs and change into CLOTHES! Normal clothes, like normal girls your age wear. That's an order!"
Ruby started to complain, "But Daddy-"
I cut her off. "No buts! Look, I'm only human. My balls are totally drained dry. There's no way in hell I'm gonna get hard again anytime soon in any case, so seeing you like that is just gonna be torture. Do you want to torture me?"
Sue Ellen and Ruby quickly said "No." I couldn't read their expressions though, because I was looking at them out of the corners of my eyes. To look at them directly was liable to make me lose all my willpower.
But Michelle raised her head and defiantly said, "Yes!" Obviously, she was still mad at me for the 'love tap spanking' charade I'd given her. However, when the other two sullenly dragged themselves back upstairs, she reluctantly allowed them to pull her along.
I was relieved, because I simply couldn't take any more sexiness, not for a while. As they disappeared out of sight, I shouted, "And don't forget underwear! Panties AND bras! ... Oh, and NO LEASHES!"
I sat back and thought to myself, I can't believe I've reached a point where I have to actually say "No leashes" to my own daughters! And to my other teenage sex slave! This is beyond weird.
While they got dressed, I prepared sandwiches for everyone. Everything was prepared and I was sitting at the dining room table when they came back in.
They were dressed a little more conservatively, but not by much. Sue Ellen and Ruby wore matching nylon jogging-style short shorts. The fabric only came down about an inch below their pussies. The lines between their asses and thighs were exposed on their backsides. They also wore matching tank tops, and they were even color-coordinated within their own clothes and with each other (with Sue Ellen in matching blues and Ruby in matching greens).
I asked them, "Are you wearing underwear?"
Their mood was very subdued, almost sad. They silently nodded in the affirmative.
Michelle, though, was a different story. Naturally, her hands were still bound behind her back, and I didn't mind that since I hadn't given her her "freedom" yet. And, thankfully for my overtaxed penis, her leash was gone too. But she was wearing nothing but a bathing suit, and a very revealing one at that. It was a V-style suit that was made of nothing but two thin strips of fabric that started at her pussy, rose up so each one covered a nipple, and then went back down her back to meet inside the hidden depths of her ass crack.
This would have been revealing enough on anybody, but on Michelle with her jutting melons, it was simply obscene. On the front side, the fabric seemed not to touch her anywhere but at her pussy, nipples, and the tops of her shoulders (and even that was a stretch, in more than a manner of speaking).
As the three of them sat down, I complained to Michelle, "Are YOU wearing underwear?"
She smirked a little bit, while looking down and pretending to be shy. "Basically. I mean, a bikini essentially covers the same stuff, and this is pretty much the same as a bikini."
"I take that's a no."
"Give me a break! Who wears underwear under a bikini?! I would have done better, but I'm planning on going swimming right after we eat."
"You? Swim? How? Need I remind you that your hands are bound behind your back? You could drown."
"I'll manage. Sue Ellen and Ruby will be right there to help me at all times."
I sighed in frustration. Clearly, Michelle was being her usual willful self. But I just wanted to eat my lunch in peace without a big argument. Besides, I enjoyed the display she was putting on. So I merely chided, "Shelle, you're really pushing your luck."
She just shrugged, clearly undeterred.
We started to eat. Sue Ellen and Ruby helped Michelle eat her sandwich, since her hands were bound in such an inconvenient way. One of them would cut bite-sized portions and then the other one would feed it into her mouth.
Michelle seemed to like this a lot. "Daddy, I must say, keeping me bound like this is one of your more brilliant ideas. It almost makes me not want to kill you in a slow and torturous manner for your lame ass non-spanking spanking... almost. Can we do it a lot more?"
I didn't want to answer that question, because I was liable to say yes. So I complained, "Can we talk about something else, please? Does everything around here have to revolve around sex?" I could see what they were about to say, so I quickly added, "And that was a RHETORICAL question!"
Sue Ellen could see I was genuinely annoyed, so she volunteered, "Let me tell you more about myself, Master. You still don't know much about me."
"Yes! Thank you, Sue Ellen. I would love to hear more about you. Where did you grow up? Obviously somewhere in the South, from the way you speak, but if you told me, I can't remember."
"Pointerville. A small town in Georgia," she began.
Happily for me and my exhausted penis, Sue Ellen carried the conversation for the rest of the meal, talking about her background. She seemed resistant to talking about her childhood and instead focused on her year in college.
Ruby seemed fine with Sue Ellen talking, and she was interested in what was being said.
But Michelle was obviously miffed. She kept trying to turn to the conversation back to sex, but to no avail, since the others weren't helping. She was frustrated on that front, but she had her V-suit to fall back on. Even though her hands were bound, she managed to get one or both of the straps to fall off by subtly wiggling her shoulders.
Ruby was sitting next to her, and kept pulling the straps back into place, only to have Michelle "accidentally" wiggle them off yet again.
I was annoyed, but I didn't put my foot down to stop her antics because, dammit, my blonde bombshell daughter looked too sexy to be believed! I pretty much had no defense against her jutting torpedoes, and everyone knew it. Worst of all, she knew it.
By the end of the meal, Ruby had given up the thankless and hopeless task of trying to keep Michelle's massive hooters covered, and Michelle sat up stiffly and proudly, knowing that all eyes were on her magnificent rack. Not for the first time, I wondered what she'd look like in twenty or thirty years' time, when sag set in. But it also occurred to me that if she had kids, her tits could be even BIGGER! That thought just about blew my mind.
Sitting across from Michelle was starting to get to me, despite Sue Ellen's decidedly non-sexual conversation. My resistance was visibly weakening, I'm sure, and she looked to take advantage.
Once everyone had finished their plates, Michelle stood up and announced, "Daddy, I'm going to go swim in the pool now, like I said before. But can you help me? I really need your strong, manly hands to apply suntan lotion all over me. Especially my tits and my nipples; they're soooo pale and sensitive! Not to mention big!" She sucked in her gut and thrust her chest out. She didn't need to pin her arms behind her back, since her bindings had her that way regardless.
I thought, Shelle, you're pure evil! And the pale line is a pure crock. Her tits are as evenly and deeply tanned as the rest of her. God, she's such a fucking sexpot! But I have to be strong, if I'm gonna truly master her. I can't go to pieces every time she flashes her F-cups. And if I start slathering lotion all over those perfect melons, I'm a goner. I won't fall into her trap!
I said, "I'm afraid Ruby or Sue Ellen will have to handle it. And don't go into the water above your waist with your hands like that. That's an order. Even with the others around, I don't want to risk losing you."
Michelle looked crushed, and visibly slumped. "Daddy, you're no fun!"
Somehow, I made it back to my upstairs office without giving into temptation. I probably wouldn't have made it if my dick were in any condition to get hard again, but for once, my age catching up on me worked to my advantage.
I realized, The situation is at a knife's edge. Yes, we have some kind of harem now, but who is really in charge? Me? Mindy? Shelle? The answer certainly isn't clear to me. And although I know next to nothing about harems throughout history, I know enough to be certain such an unresolved situation is a recipe for disaster.
I don't worry too much about Mindy, even though she does get carried away at times with this cucquean stuff. The main problem is Michelle. She been troublesome since she was in diapers, but the stakes are a lot higher with sex in the picture. She keeps pushing me to go well beyond what I still hope are at least some sort of reasonable bounds for a father-daughter relationship. I'm worried I'll become so addicted to her charms that I won't be able to tell her 'no.' We've already crossed the line with blowjobs and titfucks, but she wants so much more, and she isn't exactly shy about it. On top of that, she's surrounded by enablers.
If I let her run roughshod over me and over our whole family, and it brings out all her worst instincts, then I'll have trouble looking at myself in the mirror for the rest of my life. It's bad enough that I've already gone so far with my lusts for my biological daughter, but if I let her take control, then I will have completely failed as a parent.
I have to be tough, tougher than her. That's the only solution. I can't always just think with my dick, no matter what the situation was, no matter how great the pleasure. The "love tap spanking" was a good start, at least. I can use that as a punishment that will be far more effective than the harshest "real" spanking I could manage.
I was able to focus on writing for a few hours, and the girls thankfully didn't bother me even a single time. I was able to get back into the groove of my untitled swashbuckler novel, which had become much more of a harem story. (I usually don't come up with book titles until I'm all finished.)
Now that I'd agreed to Mindy's suggestion that I detail all the sex scenes for the benefit of myself and my family, I went even further "off the deep end" with X-rated sex scenes. No doubt, I was directly inspired by all the events that had happened to me earlier in the day. It may not have been very productive in terms of finishing the censored version of the novel, but it was a heck of a lot of fun. Fortunately, I did make some progress on the non-sexual scenes as well.
II had such a resurgence of willpower that I even resisted the temptation to look out the window to see if the girls were frolicking nude around the pool (as they almost certainly were). However, I do have to admit that I had sex on my mind nearly all the time, thanks to the sex scenes I was writing.
Three o'clock came and went, which meant that Sue Ellen had left for work, since she'd said she had to be at the restaurant at three. I was a bit disappointed that she'd gone without saying good-bye, but I decided it was probably for the best. My penis had recovered enough that a good-bye kiss was likely to evolve into much more, and I had to save up my sexual stamina for later.
It was weighing heavily on my mind that I'd promised to spank Ruby, Mindy, and Cindy for their naughty behavior the night before. And it wasn't going to be a sexual spanking this time, but a true painful spanking meant as a serious deterrent. (Unfortunately, I could tell the "love tap" spanking style wouldn't work on them like it did on Michelle, although it might work on Ruby to some extent.) I couldn't back out of that, or they'd walk all over me more than they already did. I knew I was too easy-going and lenient, but I also knew that I had to change big time if I wanted this harem idea to work out. This was a big test for me.
I wanted to spank all three of them together, but, unfortunately, both Ruby and Michelle had to work at the video store starting at five and Mindy had to work at her office until after five. I didn't know about Cindy's schedule, but I figured she probably had to work until about the same time as Mindy, since she'd started in the morning.
Around four, I snuck out of my office and went downstairs to where we had a ping pong table we rarely used. I remembered a set of wooden paddles came with it. I swung an orange-covered one through the air a couple times. It had hundreds of tiny bumps on each side, I guess to give some traction to the smooth ping pong ball. I decided it would suit my purposes just fine. I wanted something that wouldn't cause too much pain, or leave permanent marks, but would let me spank harder without hurting my hand. I was amused and aroused to think how it would give serious traction to some other very smooth, round surfaces too.
Now that I had a good implement and a plan of action, I didn't need to sneak around my own house. I wandered around the first floor, looking for the Gruesome Twosome.
I found them in the den, cuddled together, naked and sleeping. I thought, Doesn't anyone wear any clothes around here anymore? That's a heck of a lot of fun for all of us for just one day, having them naked and horny basically all the time, but how can I handle this level of sexual stimulation day after day after day? They're gonna kill me.
My heart swelled with pride and love as I thoroughly ogled them. Just look at them, smiling in their sleep, their hair all tussled and beads of sweat or cum here and there. So adorable! And look at how Ruby's cupping Shelle's privates even while sleeping. I swear, it's all I can do not to pile on and fuck them both right now!
I walked up to them and gently tapped Ruby's bare ass with my ping pong paddle. "Wake up, you sleepyheads."
I kept lightly tapping them, one ass and then on the other, until they both stirred.
While they were still groggy and adjusting to the light, I said, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to be a downer again. I'm here to give Ruby, and only Ruby, a serious spanking. A punishment spanking! This shouldn't be fun or arousing for anybody. So, Shelle, you can either leave or stay and watch. But if you stay, you have to free your hands and fully dress, with underwear and everything."
Michelle's face turned annoyed and angry. "Daaaaaddyyyyy! What the hell?! That sucks! Then I'll leave, 'cos I'm not gonna take these panty-ropes off. I love being your helpless and bound sex slave, so there!" She stuck her tongue out at me.
I said, "May I remind you, you have to go to work in less than an hour, and you'll have to free your arms before then anyway."
"Oh. ... Shit. ... You ARE such a downer. Sheesh!"
"Hey, someone here has to maintain at least a vague grip on reality around here. Since everyone else is in la la fantasy land, it falls on me. Now, what's it gonna be?"
Michelle replied, "I'll stay here and watch, but fully bound. But I'll be good! I won't even masturbate myself. Heck, I can't, with my hands behind my back."
"Not good enough, kiddo." I held out my hand for Ruby. "Come on, Red. Let's do this upstairs behind locked doors, where Shelle can't go."
Michelle suddenly exclaimed, "Okay, okay! I'll fucking do it your way already. Sheesh! You're as heartless as you're well-hung. As if I would miss out in a million years. Ruby, can you untie me?"
A few minutes later, we reassembled in my bedroom. Ruby was nude, but Michelle was fully dressed and unbound. The spanking went forward in a very efficient and non-erotic manner. Ruby was bent over the edge of the bed instead of lying across my lap, to reduce my fondling temptation. In fact, there was no messing around of any kind, just the steady whacking of the ping pong paddle.
I didn't say how many smacks I would deliver in advance, because I didn't know how effective the paddle would be. I ended up smacking her over thirty times, with Ruby saying the number and her "thank you" line after each one. I stopped once I was convinced Ruby was well and truly crying. I did check her pussy to see how wet she was. She was a little wet, but it was clear she hadn't come close to cumming.
It broke my heart to see her reduced to tears, but I knew it had to be done. It wasn't really that she'd committed such a serious offense, but I needed to assert control over my harem.
When it was over, I sat down on my bed, picked her up, and sat her on my lap. I kissed her for a minute or two, until her tears stopped flowing. But all the while, she was squirming around, and when the kissing finally came to an end, she quickly pulled away and stood up.
"No offense," she exclaimed, "but it's my ass. I really need to stand." She gingerly rubbed her ass cheeks.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think." I stood up too, and kissed her some more, but this time we were both standing and she didn't wiggle.
Eventually, she was relaxed and smiling again. She purred happily and all but melted in my arms. I guess I'm kind of strange, but I get an extra kick out of holding a nude woman when I'm fully dressed. I was careful not to let my hands wander down to her ass though. And while my dick was erect, I didn't allow her to get her hands on it.
I asked her, "So how do you feel? Did you find that arousing at all?"
"No! God, no!"
I knew her well enough to know she really meant that, even if she might have gotten a little bit horny at the start. "Would you want me to do it to you again?"
"Never! The other kind of spanking, yes, anytime. But not THAT kind of spanking!"
As my hands wandered, I made sure to check out her pussy. I was relieved to discover it was dry. That helped confirm she was telling the truth when she said that kind of spanking wasn't arousing. I was tempted to play with her pussy until she was good and wet, but I remembered I had to avoid associating this type of spanking with pleasure.
Instead, I said, "Ruby, remember that I love you very much, just as much as I love Michelle or Nicky. You're just as much my daughter as they are now. I did this because I had to. If we're going to have a harem around here, it can't survive with everyone running wild, just doing whatever they please and not thinking about the consequences. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Daddy, I do. Normally, I'd be against this kind of corporal punishment, especially since I'm a grown woman, but this isn't a normal situation. You're not just my father, you're my master, and your control over me, and us, has to be absolute. And I'm not just saying that because it's totally hot, but also because this is the only way to get us to behave. We've been too out of control, but not anymore. I'll be better from now on, I promise!"
Those were my sentiments exactly. I just wished I could believe her. She was a basically good kid, but far too susceptible to Michelle's influence.
She kissed me on the lips and we French kissed for a while. They were tender and loving kisses though, not tear-our-clothes-off-and-get-wild type kisses.
Eventually, it occurred to me that Michelle was still in the room. I looked over Ruby's shoulder and saw Michelle sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, which was where I'd seen her last. She had been fully dressed, but she'd pulled her pants and panties down and she was masturbating herself with her eyes closed.
I barked, "Shelle! Don't you ever stop? This is not the time for that!"
She snapped to, and sheepishly pulled her pants back up. "Sorry. It's just that what you did was so arousing. THAT'S the way you need to spank me!"
I shook my head. "You really are too much, you know that? Didn't you see that Ruby suffered?"
"Yes, but I'm made of tougher stuff. I don't think it's possible for you to spank me too hard. Besides, just the symbolism of you whaling on our asses is too hot to take!"
I was secretly discouraged by that response. I said, "I'm interested in results. For you, right now, the only thing I know that works is the anti-spanking method, so if you misbehave, that's what I'm going to give you. That, plus no penis access."
Her face turned sour. "What, you mean those pathetic love taps you gave me earlier? I HATE that!"
"Exactly. That's the whole friggin' point. That's why they call it a punishment. Anyway, we've wasted enough time on this. You both need to shower and get ready for work. I'll drive you there."
Michelle stood up, but was still looking pissy. "Oh, great! Talk about a sucky day. It started out pretty incredible with the three of us getting to pleasure your cock for so long, and it's had some more awesome moments, but now it's turning to shit. Daddy, you're far too strict! You should just give in and have sexy fun with us all the time. And having us go to that crap job has GOT to stop!"
I was still loosely hugging Ruby as I said, "Shelle, listen to me. This is a new me now. No more Mr. Nice Guy. You've made me this way. I love this harem too much to see it fall into complete chaos. That's what happened to all those hippie free love communes. 'Anything goes' is great at first, but it can't last. Somebody needs to be firmly in charge, and it's fallen on me to be the one. Now, either you get ready to go to work this very minute, and do a decent job there, or I'll think up more punishments that I know you won't like."
"Arrgh! I HATE you!" She stomped angrily out of the room.
Ruby gave me a couple of reassuring tight hugs, and explained, "She doesn't mean that. She totally loves you, more than you can imagine. She's just feeling frustrated."
I chuckled a little bit, because Ruby was explaining the obvious. "I know. I'm not mad at her, and I'm not mad at you either. I couldn't possibly love either of you more than I already do, despite you two being so willful. I just need to lay down the law."
"Mmmm!" She licked my neck, and up to my ear. "That sounds sexy! Even with my ass burning in pain, when you say 'I need to lay down the law' in such a masculine and commanding voice like that, I have this urge to lie across your lap so you can whale on my red butt cheeks some more!"
She paused, and added with a giggle, "Tomorrow, though!"
Despite Michelle's grumbling and foot-dragging, I was able to drive the two Hellions to work on time.
Not long after I returned home, Mindy and Cindy came in the house together. They both looked forlorn, and they insisted that I get their punishment over with right away.
I was a bit surprised, since Cindy's status vis-a-vis our group had been thrown into confusion, and I thought that needed to be straightened out first. But if they wanted to do it this way, that was fine by me.
Their spankings closely followed what happened with Ruby's spanking. Admittedly, it was pretty arousing for me to see both of them strip in front of me and then bend over the edge of the bed, side by side.
It was encouraging that Cindy was willing to get completely naked for me without even covering her privates with her hands, despite the doubts she'd expressed to Mindy. She blushed furiously, but she hung in here. From that, I felt pretty confident that I'd be fucking her a lot more in the future. The big question was if she could handle the humiliation of "cock slave" status.
I also found it particularly arousing to be disciplining my wife. It gave me a heady sense of power. But other than that, the spankings were quick, efficient, and non-erotic. They turned out to be a bit tougher than Ruby's, because Mindy and Cindy resisted more, for instance fighting the urge the cry. I wound up giving each of them over forty firm whacks with the paddle until they finally started crying. I resisted having them say a line after each smack, since Cindy's status was still up in the air and I wouldn't know what I'd want Mindy to say in any case.
But the big difference was when I was done, Mindy said, "Daniel, I appreciate that. It needed to be done. But can you leave us now? We want to be alone with just each other for a little while to talk things over."
I'd been looking forward to doing a little consoling, if you know what I mean, but I left them alone.
It soon became clear that they were going to be awhile, especially since I heard fresh bouts of crying from both of them from behind the closed door. That couldn't have still been the pain of the spankings; I figured they were having an emotional scene with each other. So I went ahead and cooked dinner, since no one else was doing it.
I didn't see them for a while after that. They showered, one after the other, and then dressed and prettied themselves up for dinner. By the time they strolled into the dining room area, their eyes were no longer red. They were dressed to kill in low-cut blouses, smiling, and seemingly happy and content. Not even Cindy showed any resentment that I'd just given her a harsh spanking.
Mindy walked straight up to me and kissed me a little while, and Cindy stood back and watched. The aura wasn't that erotic though, and we all stayed fully dressed.
Mindy said, "Thanks, Honey, for being so patient. Cin and I had a heart-to-heart, and a lot of important things came out. The spankings served as a catalyst somehow. Amongst other things, the spanking you gave her made her realize that she needs you in her life in a big way. She admits that she's a natural submissive and needs a strong man to keep her in line. But she's also not comfortable with the 'cock slave' name or job description, if you can call it that. At least, not yet. She wants to be a part of this family, including sexually, but she's not quite sure how she'll fit in. So can you take it easy on her for a while?"
I looked back and forth between Mindy and Cindy. Cindy was looking down and profusely blushing. I said to my wife, "Okay, but why are you telling me this? Has Cindy been struck mute or something?"
"No," Mindy replied without even looking her way. "She's just shy. It's extremely embarrassing for a mature, independent woman to admit these things, you know. Since women's liberation... Well, let's just say that Cindy's stance would be a terrible disappointment to most of her female friends. Ditto with the spanking. It goes against everything she believes how an adult woman should behave. But she can't deny her powerful feelings."
"Is that true?" I looked at Cindy standing near me.
Cindy nodded silently.
I said to her, "Look, I'm sorry, but you're not going to get away with just a nod. You need to say what you want with your own lips. We're all friends here, and we all love each other, so don't worry. Whatever you say, I'll support you."
She was quiet at first, and looked anywhere but at Mindy and me, but finally she said, "It's like what Mindy just said. I can't deny that I love you - I've secretly loved and lusted after you for ages. I love having sex with you, and I love the way you treat me, even including the spanking. I think you're exactly what I need in my life right now, in so many ways."
She continued more reluctantly, "But... I have my pride, and being called a 'cock slave' is just too much. Mindy and I have talked about just what I could be... A second, backup wife? Assistant wife? A mistress? Lover? I dunno. Maybe we don't need a name, at least not just yet? ... This is so hard for me. I've been hurt by love, and by my husband in particular. I've been burned so badly. I'm afraid to commit, and I'm just... afraid!"
I pulled away from Mindy and went to Cindy. I smothered her in a hug.
She started to cry. Before long, she was bawling like a baby while holding onto me for dear life.
Mindy came close and hugged her from behind, so Cindy was completely enveloped between in hugs. She seemed to like that.
We were content to hug like that for a few minutes, but after a while I felt obliged to point out, "I've made some lasagna, and it's getting cold. Why don't we pour some wine and have a cozy dinner together?"
They both liked that idea, and a few minutes later the three of us were seated at the table and eating.
Very little was said as we ate, but there was a new and deeper bond between us. It felt like we'd come to a new understanding, although technically we hadn't yet. We all knew our futures were going to be closely entwined. The specifics had to be worked out, but our unified future was taken as a given now.
Once we'd finished eating, I suggested, "Cin, I'd love to hear what's bothering you. Maybe we can help."
She sighed. "It's not one thing, it's a bunch of things. I've been unhappy for a long time. I had a crap marriage with a crap husband for far too long, and since the divorce, all I can find are crap men who only want to have sex with me. You would think having a pretty face, exotic dark red hair, and a crackin' rack would be a plus, but my looks are actually a minus most of the time, because guys just want to have sex with me. Sadly, I was so sexually dissatisfied and needy that I gave in a few times, and that made me even more upset with myself. Naturally, the sex was crappy anyway."
She snorted derisively, obviously recalling some unsatisfying encounters. "When I compare those, or my ex-husband, to what you did to me last night at the dance hall... The way you just took me and fucked me... Good Lord!" She shook her head, as if trying to shake herself out of a daydream. "But let's not go there right now."
She continued, "I have a crap part-time job that's going nowhere and barely pays the bills. And 'cos it's only part time, I'm bored doing nothing but crappy cleaning around the house much of the time. My crap boss is a creep who seems to spend most of his time trying to stare down my blouse. I'll be hitting the big 4-0 soon, and that scares me to death."
She paused, and then went on, "Let's see, what else? My daughter - the only really bright spot in my life - has decided to become a cock slave to you, and that still disturbs me, but it arouses me even more. I'm seriously tempted to join her! How fucked up is that? I've just been spanked like a child, and totally humiliated in the process, and yet somehow that was one of the highlights of my week so far! Heck, of my YEAR! I don't understand what my body wants, but I seem to have some pretty fucked up fetishes or something. I don't know! Basically, my life is completely fucked up." She put her elbows on the table and her face in her hands.
I thought about what she'd said for a few moments, and then replied, "You know what I think? Maybe I'm out of line, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Until recently, I never thought much about dominance and submission, but now that's obviously on my mind a lot these days. I've known you for years, and you look confident enough on the outside, but when it comes to making tough decisions, you dither. Then, when you finally are forced to choose, you make bad choices. I don't know how to say this without sounding like an arrogant asshole, but I think you need guidance. You need somebody to tell you what to do. Frankly, you need to be dominated."
Cindy stared at me with her mouth and her eyes wide open, as if I'd just suggested she should have sex with a dead pony. But as she continued to stare, her gaze softened. Finally, she dropped her head, and said, "You're right. ... It's fucked up." She practically shouted, "I'm so fucked up!"
After a heavy sigh, she continued, "The scary thing is, when you say that, it gets me all aroused. Just hearing you say that one sentence, that I need to be dominated, sent shivers up and down my spine, and... other feelings elsewhere!"
She appeared too embarrassed to detail what those other feelings were. "There must be something wrong with me. It's probably genetic, and that's why Ruby is this way too. And based on a few things I suspect about my mother, not to mention my sister, I think the women in my family have a history of sexually serving strong, dominant, and virile men. The whole female side of the McGrath family is fucked up!"
Mindy spoke up. "Now, hold on. Why are you so convinced this is fucked up? There are a lot of different people in the world. Some are natural leaders and some are natural followers. Maybe it's our society that's fucked up to insist that everyone should try to be a leader, and there's something wrong with them if they're not."
I said, "Wow, nice, Sweetheart. Very perceptive, and not even a single joke in there."
"Actually, there was a fart joke in there, but it was very subtle and sublime. Much like the way my farts smell, by the way."
We all chuckled at that.
Mindy continued talking to Cindy, "Now, I'm not a natural leader like Dan here, but I'm not a natural follower either. I'm somewhere in between, and I suppose there are millions of people like that too. But when it comes to you, somehow, I find it easy to tell you what to do. The problem is, you usually don't take my advice. For instance, I told you for years and years to get rid of that loser husband of yours, and you never listened."
"That's true," Cindy replied sadly. "I wasted a good ten years of my life because I didn't listen. I dithered, just like Dan says."
I spoke up. "As an aside, I just want to mention that I don't know where people get the idea I'm a natural leader. In fact, I-"
"Awww, shut up," Mindy said, shocking me with her bluntness. "Sorry to be rude about it, but now's no time for modesty. I'm sure you really do believe that, but it's simply not true. Just look at how you're gathering cock slaves like bees to honey. You may not FEEL dominant all the time, but you give off a confident air that makes others want to follow you. Hell, you LOOK like a leader. You've got the kind of rugged and handsome face that makes for a good Hollywood leading man. It's something in the eyes, I think."
She furtively kicked me under the table for good measure, trying to make sure I got her message to stop my modest statements.
I realized what she was trying to do. Whether I was or wasn't naturally dominant was irrelevant. The important thing was that I had to project a 'take charge' image to Cindy, because that was what she needed right now.
My wife furthermore said to me, "Besides, you're hunky, rich, smart, successful, sexy, caring, and nice, and people naturally follow winners."
I certainly didn't feel as great as she said I was, but again, this wasn't the time to go on about my petty complaints. I'd been thinking off and on all day how I needed to be more decisive. "No More Mr. Nice Guy" was my new mantra. Now was the time to walk the walk and not just talk the talk.
I clapped my hands together, causing Cindy to raise her head from her hand and straighten up. "Right. Folks, I've just made a decision. Cindy, you ARE going to be one of my cock slaves from now on. I'm not going to be in your face about it, and we don't have to call you that all the time if it makes you feel uncomfortable, but the fact is, I'm going to take total control of you and your life. Especially sexually! From now on, I'm going to make all the important decisions in your life, with your and Mindy's input, of course."
Cindy stared at me for a long time, with one eyebrow raised. She seemed to be mulling that over without really showing her feelings.
I was growing increasingly nervous that I'd totally fucked up, but mindful of Mindy's hint that I had to at least appear dominant, I kept a resolute face.
Finally, Cindy asked, "And what if I don't like that?"
"Tough," I replied firmly, although I was all butterflies on the inside. "You can dither about everything else all you want, but you're NOT going to dither about your exact role as a part of our family. You are now a cock slave, period! Every day, your duty will be to serve me and my cock. I am your master. Period! You've gone through the ceremony and it's a done deal. Do you have a problem with that?"
At the edge of my vision, I could see Mindy giving me the thumbs up.
"Not now." Cindy exhaled heavily, and looked around the room like she'd just realized where she was. "Oh my gosh, it's true! I really DON'T have a problem with that."
The astonishment was clear on her face as she carefully searched her feelings. "Dan, you're so right! What you said is exactly what I needed. I've been stressing and crying all day about what my relationship to you should be. I probably would have gone weeks, if not months, still stressing and feeling guilty as hell about it, constantly changing my mind and never fully committing. But now it's like a great weight has been lifted. I feel so much better, just like that!" She snapped her fingers.
Frankly, I was a bit surprised she didn't up and slap me instead. But once again, I'd taken a risk and it had paid off.
Mindy was delighted and didn't try to hide it. However, she pressed Cindy, "Wait a minute, girl. Remember the whole package. I don't want there to be any kind of misunderstanding as to what you've agreed to already. You're not just agreeing to become Dan's good friend with benefits or something like that. You have turned yourself, body and soul, over to him. He owns you in every way, does he not?"
Cindy bent down and shyly nodded. She started to fiddle with the top button on her blouse.
I thought Mindy had made her point and I was about to speak again. But my wife continued, "A cock slave is just that. It means... No, you tell me, tell us, what it means to you."
Cindy continued to stare at the table, afraid to make eye contact with anyone, and most especially with me. Her face was reddening. Finally, she said, "It means... It's like you said. Dan owns me, body and soul. I'm his... his... his slave."
She quietly whispered the word 'slave' like she was revealing the most shocking secret imaginable. "I'm his sex slave, obviously, er, or one of them, I mean... Any time he wants to fuck me, he can, and he will. But, uh... I'm his slave in every way. His control over me is total!"
"Very good," Mindy said, like a teacher approving of a student who'd been studying hard and was finally doing well.
Cindy was still absent-mindedly fiddling with her buttons, and she'd unbuttoned the top one and was working on the one below it. Her cleavage was starting to come into view.
Mindy leaned over the table towards Cindy, her questions getting more urgent. "And why are you called a 'cock slave,' and not just a slave?"
"Because... because... God, this is so hard!"
Mindy reached across the table and stroked Cindy's upper arm encouragingly (she couldn't hold hands since Cindy was still fiddling with her buttons). "It's okay. We all love you. Tell us how you feel."
Cindy took a deep breath, gathering courage. "It's because Dan is not just a natural master, he's a man. And he has a cock. And... it's a wonderful, thick, demanding cock! VERY big! Very demanding! Very special! It needs... it needs to be... served. Serviced. Constantly!"
Her chest was heaving as her arousal grew. "As a cock slave, I'm literally a slave to his cock! My job is to keep his cock hard and happy, so he'll always be happy. It's up to me to pleasure it with my mouth. A cock slave has to be a great cocksucker first and foremost. Everybody knows that. But I'll also pleasure him with my hands, my breasts, my pussy... even my ass! Basically, my entire body is a vessel to stimulate and satisfy him!"
She was extremely distracted, still staring at the table like it held all the answers, so I doubt she consciously realized what her hands were doing. She was no longer just fiddling with her buttons, she was rapidly unbuttoning her way down the front of her blouse. Her deep cleavage was quickly coming into view, only slightly hidden by the fact that she still wore a bra.
Mindy continued to press, "Good answer. But does it bother you to be a mere cock slave, to be merely one of his cock slaves, along with your own daughter?"
"YES!" Cindy exploded in frustration. "God, yes! So much! It shames me! I hate it! But I..." - her voice dropped down to a whisper - "but I love it too!" Her voice grew in strength a little bit. "I don't understand why, but I do. I've never been so... happy! So... satisfied!"
I asked, "So why do you look like you're about to break into tears?"
"Because I am! But I don't know if they're tears of sadness or joy, or what! I'm just emotionally overwhelmed!" She let go of her blouse and waved her hands frantically in the air.
"Come here," I commanded. "Sit in my lap."
She didn't hesitate. She came to my chair and plopped right into my lap, and then squeezed me tight. "Oh, Dan! This is so hard! I know it's the right thing to do, but it's torture too. I'm so set in my ways, and this is such a big change. I was about to call you 'Master,' but I can't. Not yet. This is like... torture!"
Naturally I had a boner after this conversation, and she sat right on it, but I pretended not to notice. I stroked her reddish-brown hair. "Don't worry. If it's not something you want, you don't have to do it. I don't want you to feel tortured."
She sat up somewhat, gathering her willpower together. "No, I'm good. Don't let me back down now. I'm in this all the way. I want to be your slut, your slave, so very, very much! I want you to lust for me and want me just as much as you want your wife and your other slaves. But society tells me I shouldn't feel that way. But... but... I want to! No, I NEED to!"
She continued, "It's just that I ask all of you to have patience with me. It's one thing for the girls to eagerly leap into this; they don't know much else. I'm sure that, soon, they'll be unable to conceive of any other kind of existence except being your slave. Your cock is the only one they'll ever know and love. But not me. I'm used to marriage and other normal relationships. So it's gonna take me longer to adjust. Plus, as you point out, I'm a waffler. But I can do this. I can!"
I tenderly ran a hand through her gorgeous dark red hair. Since I was on a roll, I said, "Good. Tomorrow, you're going to quit your job."
She looked up into my face, aghast. "I can't do that!"
I gave her my best "brook no dissent" stare. "You can and you will. You'll give your two-week's notice, and by the end of those two weeks, we'll find you a better job, one that you might actually like. Look at it this way, it can't get any worse, and your boss can't get any worse."
She fretted, "I don't know about that. I've had a lot of disappointments in my life, and one thing I've learned is that things most definitely CAN get worse. Besides, I'm barely scraping by. If it weren't for my ex-husband's alimony-"
I interrupted, "I may be your master now, but I'm a kind and loving master. I won't let you hit hard times. Mindy and I aren't hurting for money, and we'll cover you if need be, until you get back on your feet. Right, dear?"
Mindy nodded and said, "Of course. This means we ARE family. The bond between master and slave is as strong as the bond between husband and wife, and even more permanent, since divorce is not an option. We have your back on this and much, much more."
She leaned over and whispered to me, "I really like what you're doing. Keep it up!"
Naturally, Cindy heard that too, since she was in my lap, still hugging me.
Emboldened, I continued, "Frankly, Cin, you're gorgeous, and that means money. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you becoming a hooker or stripper or anything like that. I'd never let something like that happen to you, not least because I want you all for myself. Mostly though, I love you, and I'm going to look after you and not let anyone exploit you."
"Except for you," Mindy butted in. I couldn't tell just how serious she was, and she seemed amused, but it basically was a valid point in any case.
I decided to really hype up the dominant-submissive theme, since she was eating that up. "Yes, except for me. When you wake up in the morning, I want your first thought to be 'What can I do to make Dan's life better and his cock more satisfied?' And when you go to sleep at night, I hope it's with a pint of my sperm in your stomach, and another pint in your pussy, plus a satisfied smile on your face." (I knew the "pint" part at least was wildly impossible, but I was speaking for effect.)
Cindy whispered, nearly inaudibly, "That is so fucking hot! I'd love to feel your cum sloshing around inside me, like I was... some kind of partly-filled water balloon! Is that weird or what? But I love it!" She unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her blouse, even as she remained in my embrace.
I continued, "Cin, everybody loves a beautiful woman and a pretty face, not to mention an impressive bust. So what I'm thinking is that you've been wasted and underpaid in your job. There's no shortage of service industry jobs where you can make a killing just from smiling and looking good. Plus, you have good secretarial skills from past jobs, and you're smart too. You could make a lot of money as an executive secretary to some big muckety-muck. Let's face it: most of those are male, and all things being equal, he's gonna want some nice eye candy."
She still seemed uncertain. "But what if that guy expects me to put out?"
"Guys can always hope, of course, but with all the rules about sexual harassment these days, nobody can force you to do anything. And if they try, they'll have to answer to me. I'm going to guide you and protect you, and keep you from harm."
"Really? You'd do that for me?!" She squeezed my upper torso tighter. She bounced a little on my boner trapped under her ass too.
"Cin, you and Min have been pretty close friends for years, maybe even the best of friends. I've come to know you pretty well along the way, and even love you. True, until recently, it was agape love, plus a serious appreciation of just how beautiful you are. But now we've actually fucked, and I love you in every kind of way."
I continued to sincerely explain, "The way I look at it, being a cock slave is not just a one-way street. For instance, I consider your sexual pleasure just as important as my own. As your master, you're in my care, and I have to take full responsibility for you. Look what happened to Sue Ellen. I met her old boyfriend, who was being difficult, and I was fully prepared to fight him, even though he was bigger than me. Luckily, that didn't happen, but I was willing to get hurt for her. And I'd do the same for you, or for anyone else in our new family. I love you."
I realized as I said it just how true every word of that was. It felt really good being able to say 'I love you' point blank like that, and not have to try to minimize or brush away my feelings. She was so much like Mindy, but Mindy was tough, whereas Cindy had more of a 'wounded bird' aura. I wanted to hold her and keep her safe, and now I was finally in a position to do just that.
Cindy looked at me with amazement, like she was seeing me for the first time. "Dan! You'd do all that for me?"
"I wouldn't even have to think twice about it," I said confidently. "We're going to turn your life around, starting now. Actually, you don't really have it so bad. Nobody's died or been seriously maimed or anything permanently undoable like that. It's just that you've been down in the dumps and drifting for ages. I think your problems are easily fixable, and we're going to fix them."
Cindy seemed speechless. She squeezed me so tightly, I thought she was going to break something. "Dan! Thank you! Thank you so very much! I feel so loved! I already feel like a million dollars!" Then she kissed me on the lips.
As Cindy seemingly tried to both kiss and squeeze me to death, I looked over at Mindy, still sitting next to me. I gave her a look that basically asked her if she was okay with all this. After all, I'd just announced that I loved Cindy in every way, and most women would have felt threatened by that.
Mindy did look a bit apprehensive, but she silently nodded that she was approving of what I'd said. She moved in close and hugged both of us.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of IBT, gmbusman, Soralynd, Wayac, Yellow Peril, Ecchi Spud, Johnny Galt, and Xinunar, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.
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