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  In the bedroom, the woman was adjusting the partly naked girl across her thighs and wrapping a strong left arm around her bare waist. The beautiful bum had been elevated to place it in a better position for spanking.

  As she scolded, the woman ratted the white cheeks lightly as if in warning of what was to come. And then, her right hand raised high and the open palm descended to land on a quivering cheek with a loud slap. Harry heard his quick intake of breath.

  When the woman's hand raised again, he saw a faint pink flush on the pure white bum cheek. He wanted to touch it with his hand and his mouth and his hot, throbbing prick.

  Again and again the open palm slapped from one cheek to the other. The girl was crying and pleading now and it made the spanking more exciting. She writhed and bounced over the big thighs and Harry was able to see more and more of her.

  Between spanks, the woman scolded. She was breathing deeply and, Harry was able to sense, enjoying spanking the bouncing arse on her lap.

  At length, she began to spank more quickly and Harry sensed with regret that the spanking was coming to an end.

  Both buttocks of the girl flamed a bright crimson and her voice was choked with exciting tears as she pleaded with her mother…

  “Mommy, mommy… oooh… ow… SPANK, SPANK my poor bum… boo… hoo… hoo… owww… SPANK… ow… SPANK…

  So carried away had Harry become by the excitement of the spanking that he didn't realize he had been pulling his prick until he felt the explosion building in his loins.

  With a shock, he discovered it was too late to stop. Already the cream was pouring into the channel of his hard bird and was going to splash through the grating of the door.

  Turning at the last moment, he reached out instinctively and grasped a garment. It was thick and silky and felt cool as he wrapped it around the hot head of his bird. And then he felt himself gushing and spurting, his whole body trembling.

  Not until he saw his friend staring at him with horror in his eyes did Harry realize the enormity of what he had done. But even that didn't seem to justify his friend's expression of terror. Only then did Harry wonder if he had perhaps made the usual grunting sounds when his bird jerked off.

  In the room, the woman hurriedly put a stop to Mildred's dance as she hopped around the room caressing and rubbing the brilliant red cheeks of her bum.

  A moment later, the girl was pulling her bloomers and hurrying from the room. Standing, the woman looked toward the closet door and began walking with slow determination.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Now then you evil child,” she hissed the words as she jerked the door open, “get out here so that I can teach you a lesson you won't forget.”

  For just a moment, the woman turned pale with shock as she realized that her son was not alone in the closet. Looking more closely as her eyes became adjusted to the relative darkness, she gasped aloud as she saw the two exposed peckers, one still wet and limp looking from just having spent.

  From there, she made a closer examination and found the gown that had been spoiled by Harry's emission. It was too much.

  Her voice lost much of its careful control as the two culprits were led into her bedroom to receive a degree of justice that promised to leave them standing for a long while.

  Only when her voice had tired of scolding did she grab a smooth backed hair brush from the dresser and, tugging her son's pants down, drag him kicking and pleading across her lap.

  The brush rose and fell many times to punctuate her lecture on evil and dirtiness. Each time it made a loud exciting sound that Harry did not miss.

  Despite his instinctive knowledge that he too would soon be crying and kicking as the brush slapped his bare bum, Harry felt himself going wild with excitement. He had tucked his bird back into his trousers, but already he felt it throbbing and jumping to life as he watched his friend's arse turning a bright red and wriggling. He couldn't wait for his turn to come no matter how much it made him cry.

  And then his friend was scrambling off the lap and running for his room as he pulled his trousers up to hide his hot, red bum. The woman looked strangely at Harry. It was his turn now and suddenly he wondered if being spanked was going to be such a thrill after all.

  It was too late for doubts though, the woman was pulling his pants down to bare his body. As she did, she lectured him on the evil of peeking at girls having their bare bum spanked and daring to pull off his bird and make her lovely gown wet and sticky.

  He felt her hand brush against his sensitive dick and thought it was an accident. The hand brushed again and this time it clutched and held.

  Before taking him over her lap, the woman stood and pulled her gown high again. When she did press him into the desired position, his belly and bird rubbed against her naked skin. It felt even silkier than the gown had felt and it was warm and exciting.

  She began spanking then only she used her hand instead of the brush she had used on her son. Not only did she slap his tender young buttocks, but her hand also squeezed and pinched, it pressed too and rubbed his body against her smooth thighs.'

  Being spanked, Harry decided, was, in spite of the terrible sting, a wonderfully thrilling experience. Her voice was strong and firm and that too made it more exciting. He had never known a woman such as this and wanted this to go on forever.

  But it didn't. Even before he expected it, she stopped spanking and walked to the bed with her hand gripping his arm so tightly that it brought fresh tears to his eyes as it hurt even more than the tingling in his bum.

  Sitting on the bed and having Harry stand before her holding his shirt up, the woman began to question him at length. Her skillful questions elicited the fact that the boy had never previously seen a female body, had never felt or seen a spanking until then, and that he had been so excited at watching Mildred that his bird had become stiff and he had pulled it until it spurted.

  Moments later, Harry was kneeling as the woman turned her back to him. Making good the threat she had just issued, she pulled her skirts up high above her arse. She wore no bloomers and Harry stared at the naked bum just inches from his perspiring face.

  “Start kissing,” she demanded. She bent so that the big cheeks curved against his trembling mouth.

  For a little while, Harry was content to feel the silken smooth cheeks against his lips, but it was soon made clear that she wanted more. Reaching behind with both hands, she parted the heavy cheeks and bared the crack and the tight, dark hole.

  Following her stern orders, Harry pressed his hot mouth into the shadowy valley and, while she directed, he licked and sucked as the mature body writhed against his face with a passion he could feel without understanding completely.

  When she took her arse away from him, Harry felt a sense of loss and privation. Overcoming his nervousness, he had come to enjoy licking and sucking a woman that way. Never would he have guessed how lovely and exciting a bare arse could be.

  But the woman wasn't finished with him yet. Pulling her gown even higher, she fell back on the bed and curtly ordered him to kneel before her. When he had done so, she slowly parted her legs wide and began to raise them over her body.

  Harry thought his pounding heart would crush his ribs as he stared into her crotch at the mysterious looking gap that was her cunt. The lips looked thick and filled with blood. There was a moisture there that he could detect and from it there wafted an aroma that was completely different to anything he had ever known. It was at the same time, both exciting and sickening.

  The woman gave him just a little time to view it before he saw her hands reaching to touch it. While he watched in stunned amazement, she placed her fingers into the softness of it and parted what appeared to be thick, soft lips. He saw the wet redness inside and was able to sense that it was terribly hot and sticky there.

  He began to cry when she ordered him to pr
ess his mouth against it to kiss and suck, but the tone of her command was such that refusal was out of the question.

  Pressing his mouth quickly into the hot patch of open flesh, he inhaled and drew back as if stung by what he had tasted and smelled.

  “Get your mouth into it and start sucking or I'll tear your arse to shreds with a whip,” she almost screamed.

  Filled with terror, the boy brought his trembling lips back to the steaming cunny and began to lick it. After a little while, he got used to the smell and the taste so that he could go on with the job, but he still didn't like it at all.

  He wished she would turn over and give him her lovely smooth bum to lick again, but it was obvious that she was not going to do so.

  Holding back the rising tide of revulsion that filled and soured his stomach, Harry kept licking deep inside her and feeling his mouth fill with fluid until he had to gulp it down to keep from choking.

  And then it changed and her unbelievably silken thighs started to massage his cheeks so that she almost smothered him. Her body raised off the bed and her cunt rubbed hard against his trapped mouth.

  For a few seconds, she trembled all over, then she let out a long drawn moan so that the boy thought she was dying. He shuddered at the thought of being trapped like that with his mouth pressed into the slit in the belly of a dead woman who would turn cold and ugly. He was still shivering when the moaning stopped and, opening her legs, she released him and pushed him away.

  He fell to the floor and she dropped beside him. He watched her licking her lips.

  “So you like to make juice come out of your cock, do you?” she asked. “Then I'll show you how it's done.”

  She knelt astride his body with her bum curved just above his face. Without being able to see what was happening, he knew what she was doing when her mouth closed around the head of his dick and began sliding up and down the small, rigid pole which was drawn deep into her moist, warm mouth.

  After a few such motions, the woman drew back the skin of his bird and bared the sensitive head. Her lips closed tightly around it and she began to suck. Despite his having shot his cream so recently, Harry felt it all building up again for an explosion he knew would be wilder than anything he had ever known.

  It began to happen then and she trapped him there when he tried to tear his cock away. Her mouth held him tightly, her crotch pressed down on his face, smothering him with flesh and the smell of woman cunt and arse.

  His cock wasn't spurting now, she was draining it with her sucking motion, draining not just the cock, but deep into his belly so that he became weak and knew he was going to faint.

  He did.

  When Harry woke, the woman was sitting on the bed smiling at him in a strange way. Her gown was pulled high and one finger moved back and forth inside her open cunny.

  After a little while, she threw her head back, moaned again and closed her thighs tightly trapping her finger inside. Harry guessed the same thing was happening as when he had done that to her with his mouth.

  His stomach was still sour and heaving. His arms and legs felt weak. Still, he told himself, he had to get away before she killed him.

  While she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed, Harry forced himself to his feet and pulled his trousers up into place. Moving quietly, he crept to the door, threw it open and began running.

  He was vaguely aware of hearing his friend calling to him, but he didn't stop to answer.

  Outside, the air seemed raw and chilly but it helped to give him strength. He ran all the way home, his mind filled with ugly, evil smelling pictures of a woman with her legs apart and her cunt open and spewing out the vile odor and taste.

  Harry had to stop before reaching his house. For a long time his stomach heaved until it was empty of everything but the smell and the memory. On weakened legs, he made the rest of the trip home and fell onto his bed.

  His first taste of woman had been enough to cure him. He avoided his friend after that and had nothing more to do with him.

  In time, his memory managed to conjure up a picture of Mildred being spanked on her lovely, bouncing bare bum. It was lovely and exciting. When he persisted too long with the image though, it was replaced by one of her mother. That one always terrified him.

  Spanking, he decided, was a lovely thing, especially to watch. If only it could be done without all the other things the woman had done.

  After that, he was carefully selective about his dreams. Always, a lovely girl or woman was being spanked. She was crying as the firm hand spanked her bare bum and the firm voice scolded.

  Outside his daydreams though, Harry made no attempt to find such excitement. The price demanded had been too high and convinced him that women were dirty, evil smelling creatures.

  He found contentment by pulling his bird and thinking of girlish bums being spanked red and hot.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER FOUR

  As the boy developed toward manhood, his revulsion to women remained strong. For a long time though, warm thoughts of spanking drifted through his mind. Although woman with her legs apart and her hot wet cunny showing was something unsanitary and evil, the female lying with her smooth bum poised for spanking was exciting and good to contemplate.

  As his education progressed and he began to read of the law, he became more able to control his mind so that he thought more of the disciplined majesty of the law as thoughts of females and spanking drifted back where they did not disturb him so much.

  Harry was still a young man when he completed his bar examinations and was admitted to the exalted circle of those who met to discuss and practice law in Lincoln's Inn.

  Before long, he was admitted to the inner temple and his reputation as an outstanding barrister was established. Quick to recognize the emergence of an outstanding talent, the crafty solicitors began to bring their best cases to him.

  Displaying a cool detachment toward others of his own age, Harry spent more and more time with the older, more learned men of the profession. He met justices of the supreme court, had tea more than once with the Lord Chief justice and generally let it be known that he wanted to rise to the pinnacle of jurisprudence.

  Somewhere along the way, it was mentioned in a subtle manner, that the stability of marriage and a family lent a greater dignity to a young man who wanted to be recognized as one of the top legal talents in the country.

  Just as simply as that, Harry decided it was time to take on the cloak of respectability that came with a bride. He made a careful survey of eligible young ladies whose family background was beyond reproach.

  Of them all, one, Charity Durnsford seemed the most suitable by far. Not at all a worldly woman in appearance, she seemed to have a good mind and all the necessary qualities to make her an excellent chatelaine of his home.

  Prior to their marriage, Harry forced the discussion to matters of Godliness as opposed to the world of the flesh and carnality. Her answers were so right that he almost saw a halo bloom above her primly held head.

  They married and his prim virginal bride came to the matrimonial bed with a book of poetry and chaste thoughts. At least, that was how he felt about it.

  Before long, Charity was acting in a most worldly manner indeed as she made it clear in many not so subtle ways that it was not a fit thing for a wife to retain her cherry.

  Feeling himself being backed into a corner, Harry decided it was time they produced a child. With that in mind, it was not too difficult to face the task of lying a top his nude bride and actually pressing his cock into a slit that was warmer and softer than he imagined for a woman of such spiritual appearance.

  After the pain of the rupture had passed, his wife threw her legs around him and pulled him deeply into her cavern. He was shocked at her conduct, but tried to make allowances on the basis of the shock involved in the loss of her virginity.

  When she re
peated her request the following night, he was appalled. After all, he reasoned, once should be enough to produce a child. With as much dignity as she could muster under the circumstances, Charity informed him that in reading the orderly tombs of the law, he had neglected his education in biological matters and induced him to keep screwing her if he wanted a child.

  Only when her belly was obviously swollen with child did she admit to the fact that she was pregnant. His job done, Harry was content to leave off the unsanitary task of filling her slimy slit with his cock which felt so much better when he rubbed it in his clean hand until it spurted.

  In due time, the child was born, a healthy girl whom they named Faith. To Harry's delight, his wife stopped pestering him to toy with her cunt and he felt that life had become beautifully orderly again.

  What he didn't realize was that, tired of having to beg her husband for her ration of hot meat in her oven, Charity had solved the problem by ascertaining that the handyman was handy with one tool more than Harry was aware of.

  He was a well built fellow with a lovely big whacker who knew how to use it and used it well and as frequently as possible with effects which delighted Charity and kept her quim hot and throbbing at all times.

  His effect became too good, however, and Charity discovered she was with child again. When she was four months pregnant, she thought nothing of telling her husband it was time to produce another child.

  Overcoming his nervous protest, she opened her legs that night and brought his semi-limp tool into her box. She almost had to hold it in place with her hand and finally masturbated it with just the head sticking in between the lips of her cunny.

  Pretending that it had been wonderful, she informed him that her womanly instinct told her he had done the job well and that she would have a baby. When she did have a husky son five months later, Harry, all lawyer and no mathematician or biologist, seemed quite delighted and didn't even notice a resemblance to the handyman rather than to himself.