My son Andrew is buckled into the passenger seat beside me. My new gf is riding in the back. He is just old enough to not require a baby carrier seat. I am casually stroking the crotch of his jeans and can feel that he is erect. Even though he knows where we are going, and what is going to happen he seems unconcerned. 3 years ago when he was 2, my sister and I figured out that he is a born masochist. Andy is on his way to his Aunt Jen's house for a spanking.
My husband left me when he found out I was pregnant. Believe me it was no great loss. On our wedding night he told me it was his duty to beat the devil out of me and I wasn't able to show myself in public for weeks. Sex was rapes, with me not enjoying a second of it. I was blamed for his lack of total satisfaction with face slapping and belly punches. He was a serial cheater, even bringing home some of his girlfriends to show me how much they liked to be abused, slapped around and spanked, and how I was "weird" to not like it. One night he told me of his abhorrence of having sex with pregnant women. I vowed to do just that, get "caught". I used everything I learned about him to get him to impregnate me, even as far as begging him for a spanking. Finally it took, and I couldn't wait to tell him. He was packed and gone in less than a week.
3 months later I invited my little sister Jen to move in with me. We almost immediately became lovers. There was only the one bedroom, and only the one bed. During "girl talk" in the bed together one night, she is stroking my growing tummy and I am stroking her hair, and suddenly we are kissing like lovers. One thing leads to another, and we re-invent the sixty nine position, both on our sides. The next morning there are no regrets, no shame, and our affair continues to this day.
As Andy is coming to term, Jen starts to bring home more and more FemDom tracts from her new found friends in the radical feminine left. "Look here, Liz, it says it's never too early to start a boy's training" I'd had an ultrasound and got "scrotum identified". "They are sexualized from birth, and need to be taught control right from the beginning." I'm not the least bit sure what she means, but Jen goes on the Internet every night for weeks to learn more.
Jen loves my new "outie" bellybutton and swears she can get me to cum just by sucking it. It turns out that if I think only of her eagerness to pleasure me as she plays there, I can. Who knew?
Andy is born on the fourth of July. It was a long hard labor and difficult delivery, but because of my crappy insurance I was sent home the next day. I just went to bed and let Jen take charge. When she joined me at night she would giggle at my stretch marks, though kindly, and did the bellybutton thing because I was just too sore. She was the one to get up at night to bring Andy over to me to nurse him. After putting him back down, she would suckle herself for a few minutes before going back to sleep. After about a week I decided I was getting too spoiled by her and wanted to take over some of the chores, like diaper changes. It turns out that Jen had instituted a few unusual routines.
"Well if you aren't careful, he'll poop all over a fresh diaper while you are changing him, so you stick your finger up his butt so he won't do it. Then that makes his pee pee hard so you have to use 2 fingers to jerk it to make it soft so the diaper fits right. Some say you should spank it, but I didn't know if you'd approve of that. Of course if his pee pee is soft sometimes he pees all over the place, so you have to squeeze it real hard to stop that. And if he does that, I turn him over and spank his bottom hard while I'm squeezing so he knows I mean it."
I've never heard of one week old infant toilet training, but Jen is earnest and sincere. Come to think of it, I hadn't heard Andy cry for days now. I ask her about this.
"Well after I spank him, if I let go and there's just a few drops or dribble, I take his thing in my mouth and he really seems to love that. After a while I hold him over the toilet and he pees."
Who am I to argue with success?
For several years I allow Jen to use those and other somewhat bizarre methods to raise "our" son. Andy grows out of diapers, then outgrows hand spankings from Jen because he is so used to them. Her and I discussed at length "spanking his pee pee" and after she showed me the relevant information on the web, I agreed, as long as it was not nearly so common as bottom spankings. By the time Andy is 2, he is getting three or four bottom spankings a day between Jen and I. Jen uses a belt now, I prefer a paddle. When Jen takes Andy into her mouth, he gets erect, but of course he can't orgasm. Jen is very particular about those erections. If she doesn't feel it's appropriate, off comes the belt, and down it comes on his erection. I've watched "pee pee spankings" a number of times. Usually the erection is gone after 5, maybe 6 strokes.
Bottom spankings have become very ritualized. Andy is allowed, and in fact encouraged to have erections during a "formal" bottom spanking. Neither of us accepts even the littlest bit of "sass" from him, so that is most often the cause. Andy is asked to take off his pants and underpants and is prohibited from covering his pee pee. If I am using the paddle, Jen kneels down in front of him and takes it into her mouth. If Jen is using the belt, I take it in my hand and begin to stroke (the whole taboo incest thing I guess) in either case the spanking stops with his dry orgasm. And he tries sometimes to fake it, but Jen and I have become experts at knowing.
When Andy is 5, Jen meets a totally butch, but otherwise wonderful older woman and moves in with her, with my complete approval and blessings. I find a much, much younger girl at a lesbian "scene" bar, very submissive, who I invite to move in with me. She swears she's 18, but apparently she isn't even old enough to get her own driver's license. I don't even ask for any excuses, I just love the way she smells.
It wasn't easy, but I found a school for him that didn't frown when I tell them my prerequisites. I want him subject to corporal punishment, and a full report when he gets it so I can punish him again at home.
(I got a very unexpected call one night; my "husband" died in a car crash, and never cancelled a million dollar life insurance policy. I'm actually quite comfortable now, and can afford the best.)
The school is a Baptist academy pre-school. I spoke with his teacher at length. She told me that many of the parents insist on severe punishment for their children. I felt right at home. She had a checklist for me to fill out, some was obviously not appropriate, like getting caught smoking, but much of it was intriguing. There was a "sin" then a check off of how many swats the sin would deserve. The range was 1 to 50 in 10 swat increments. Also selectable was covered, underwear, or bare. At the top was a disclaimer "Most children will collapse before 20 swats. Swats will be continued regardless of the mental state of the child. Please choose carefully."
The first ten "sins" sounded like the Ten Commandments. "Name of the Lord in vain" stuff. If Andy makes the mistake of saying "Goddammit" he gets 40 swats. The next ten are all respectful of parents oriented. I'm invited to share our at home experiences with the staff just in case he refuses to clean his room, or any other "offense". The next 6 are all schoolwork oriented. How many swats for an "F", how many for a "C" etc. Then most interesting is "general deportment". When I ask about this, the teacher says that I can pretty much sentence Andy to dawn to dusk paddling if I want to. Depending on my choices, I am giving the teacher complete and total discretion to paddle Andy at will. I need some time to think about this. Back in my car I get out my cell and call Jen and invite her and Lucy to dinner out.
Jen is gorgeous, her love for Lucy just makes her glow. Lucy has just had one more haircut. I love the woman, but this Sade look is just a bit much. I rub my hand on her almost bald scalp and get a purr from her in reply. "I hear you got a useful little slut, is it Karen?"
I'm not surprised she knows. Lucy edits a gay oriented weekly newspaper and knows everything. "Had her?"
"Not my type, Sweetie, but I can tell you this, she is all but a virgin. Clean. She's a runaway, maybe 13, 14. You definitely don't want to mess with her daddy, though. Way bad news. A tat of mommy on his arm, ya know?"
I give Jen a huge hug, and a very wet sloppy kiss. Jen and I both enjoy that Lucy looks jealous.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Mr Double's Palisade A MrDouble Production:
Changes last made on: Tuesday, April 22, 2003