Charity did notice it though and before long, the handyman reluctantly packed his precious tool and left the best damned job he'd ever had.
For almost ten years, Charity managed to keep life in her neglected body. At last, with nothing more than a moderate cold troubling her, she seemed to convince her body that it was reason enough to provide her with an escape from a life that had become intolerable.
Her death came as something of a shock, but Harry quickly saw that he had become a brave, tragic figure. Sorrow fled as of that instant. He nourished the image well and let it be known that he would carry on alone with the education and development of his children.
He hired an old man to tutor them, but before long, it became obvious that the children were too spirited to be handled by the trembling old shadow of a man. It was then, remembering how effective corporal punishment had seemed to be, that he went in search of the type of tutor who could do the job well.
Never for a moment did he consider the possibility of a male. To him, the dominant, punishing figure was female and looked much like the mother of his boyhood friend.
For a long time, he advertised his need and interviewed many applicants until at last, he discovered Elizabeth.
When everything else had been checked out and found to be satisfactory, he asked for her opinion as to the most effective methods of discipline.
There was a hint of a new light in her eyes as she described the efficacy of the cane, birch and strap in the training of children. He hired her instantly.
On the very first day of her employment in his home, Elizabeth found it necessary to take Faith across her lap, bare the nicely developed behind and spank it thoroughly. Harry watched the punishment in silent approval.
From that time on, Harry spent as much time as possible at home. He did his studying there and prepared his most difficult cases in his study with one ear cocked for the sounds of discipline in the next room. Elizabeth agreed that he demonstrated the proper paternal interest in his children by wanting to view their punishment and, from time to time, concluding it by administering a few spanks to the already well warmed bum of the culprit.
Harry felt confident that she didn't realize how each time he watched a punishment, whether or not he participated in it, his cock stiffened instantly and, after it was over,-he hurried away to jerk his stiff cock until, with a rush of wonderful release, he moved his hand away and saw the proud bird spurt juice in a high stream.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER FIVE
Now, after almost six years, the thrill of watching one of the children being beaten by the beautiful, stern woman was even greater than ever.
As the children developed fleshier posteriors and thighs, especially Faith, Harry found his cock growing strong and excited even at the mention of a spanking or a beating with cane or birch.
Frequently, he would summon Elizabeth to his den for a discussion of punishment methods, recent beatings and the reaction of the children to them.
As they talked, he sensed that he was not alone in his excitement, yet he didn't dare press the issue for fear that he would alarm the woman and she would leave his employ. That, to Harry Brougham, would have been the ultimate disaster.
And yet, more and more lately he sensed that the tutor was waiting, almost begging him to advance the employer-employee relationship another step into a new world of excitement.
Time after time, Harry promised himself he would do it, but each time, his courage deserted him at the crucial moment.
Now, sitting in his library the day after viewing the delicious birching of his maturing daughter, Harry felt his cock stretching until he felt it would tear right through his pants.
As if his thoughts had been transmitted through the walls of the mansion, there was a firm knock on the door of his study and, in answer to his call to enter, Elizabeth strode gracefully into the room.
After first confirming that it was convenient for him to talk at that time, she proceeded to give him a rundown of the progress his son and daughter were making in their education and their submission to discipline.
Although he displayed a keen interest in everything she said, Harry found himself wondering why she had bothered. What she said was nothing more, really, than a rehash of previous reports.
It's almost, he told himself, as if she's giving me an opening to say something, as if she's offering me a chance to make a commitment of some sort.
But if Elizabeth was disappointed, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she turned the subject to the matter of discipline. With seeming coolness, she described the way of the children reacted to various types of beatings.
Elizabeth may have sounded cool as she talked, but the result was that Harry was very far from being cool. Behind the protection of his desk, he looked down to see his rigid tool throbbing against the front of his pants.
She chose that precise moment to tell him about a new strap she had purchased earlier in the day. Taking it out of a narrow chamois bag, her hands caressed it lovingly as she held it out to the man for his inspection. She did it in such a way that it was necessary for Harry to stand.
As he did, Harry realized that the woman would see in an instant how his cock bulged and throbbed, and yet there was an air of abandon about him as he did it. She saw his straining bulge at once because she had been looking for a sign that he was aroused.
“You'll notice it's a relatively thin strap,” she let her voice fall to a sexy whisper, “but just think of how a light strap such as this will caress a, plump buttock so as to sting the sensitive skin and hold the little needles of fire there.”
Harry was indeed thinking of that. In his mind, warm and growing hotter with passion, he saw his daughter Faith submitting to the light strap in the hand of the woman who now held it. She was bent and her plump buttocks arched in pained anticipation.
With a small grunt of passion, the woman would swing the strap. There would be the sweet sound of leather kissing taut flesh and the strap would caress and hold for a long moment before falling away to reveal the bright red line it had drawn.
Harry heard the loud crack of the strap and looked up. The smooth black leather lay across the palm of her left hand where she had slapped with it. Above, her eyes gleamed with an insane light. For years the woman had contained her latent passion, now, it was threatening a glorious eruption.
“Strip. Naked.” She hurled the two words at him with stunning force.
“What?” he asked weakly.
“I said strip,” she repeated. “You are going to submit your naked arse to the caress of my little strap. Your cock is hard and throbbing now, but my strap will make it throb until you come. Strip.”
There was no way he could resist the woman. Tears welled up in his eyes, but his hands began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Her arms crossed below her heaving breasts, Elizabeth eyed him narrowly as he dropped his clothes one piece at a, time until he stood nude before her, his straining whacker sticking out stiff and eager.
“I've watched you for years when I was beating the children,” her voice was firm and filled with authority. “I've seen how your cock jumped and throbbed with hunger. This time, you won't have to watch. I'm going to strap your arse.”
As she completed her speech, Elizabeth held the strap in her right hand while her left reached high behind her back. There was a rustle of cloth, then Harry saw her gown begin to fall away.
As it cleared the mounds of her breasts, she held it for a moment. His eyes focused on the twin delights, creamy white hills coming to delicious points where pinkish brown tips darted out toward him.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt no revulsion at the sight of a woman. More than anything, he wanted to take the sweet cones into his mouth and suck them.
He lunged toward them with his mouth open wide, a trickle of saliva dribbling from the
corner of his lips. There was another loud report and this time his cheek flashed with fire. Her open palm had slapped him hard.
“How dare you attempt to touch my body. Kneel before me.”
Tears rolling down his cheeks, Harry obeyed the order. She was just inches away from him as she allowed her gown to fall slowly. In front of his eyes, he saw the swell of her white, silken belly, then, as the gown fell lower, his breath caught in his throat as he saw the tangle of black hairs in the triangle at the bottom of her belly.
There were flashes of white and her thighs were bared as the dress fell to her feet. She raised one leg at a time to step out of the discarded dress.
In the lifting of her legs, she provided his eyes with just a hint of a view of the secret of her tender cunt. Harry could almost see the heat radiating from it. Again he wanted to reach with his mouth, but the memory of the slap still burned his cheek and he held back in fear and trembling.
“So you want to touch my body, do you?” Her voice held the same hypnotic touch. “Then you shall, but you shall touch it only with your belly while you turn your arse up to meet my strap. Come.”
Turning her back to him, she walked across the room to an armless chair. Then, carrying her lush, nude body with the regal grace she wore so well, she sat straight and proud. Her firm breasts jutted, the teats stared out straight.
“Get over my lap so that I may punish you.”
“But why?” the voice was that of a little boy as he asked. “What have I done?”
“What have you done indeed? Rather what haven't you done. For years, you've watched me beat the children and know how I was excited, how my cunt screamed to be filled with a stiff prick. You had that stiff, throbbing cock in your pants, but always you ran away and jerked it off in your hand. Now, you're going to be punished for that by my lovely new strap. I really bought it to use on your arse, you know.”
“But what about the children?” he asked. “I'm going to cry. They'll hear it.”
“You'll do more than just cry, Harry. You're going to scream like a little boy. You're going to beg me to stop, but they won't hear. I've sent them to another part of the house. Come here.”
He advanced silently toward her, his head down, his strong, hungry cock pointing up.
Reaching out, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his muscle and drew him toward her waiting lap.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER SIX
The children had been sent to another part of the house, but that did not ensure that they would stay.
Although Clyde, the fourteen year old son, was unschooled in the ways of a man and a maid, he sensed something strange about Elizabeth's manner as she sent him and his sister to the far wing of the house.
When she turned away, breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling under her gown, he followed very close behind. When she knocked and later entered his father's study, Clyde was watching from around the corner at the far end of the hall. Faith stood behind breathing so loudly in her nervousness that her brother was afraid they would be detected.
They weren't though and as soon as the door closed behind the tutor, he was hurrying silently down the hall. Passing the door of his father's study, he quietly opened the next door and hurried inside. Faith followed close behind.
While exploring the house as a very young child, the boy had made a discovery that had seemed of no great importance until now. All of a sudden, it became terribly important and exciting.
Moving quietly in the darkened room with just a little light coming through the open door behind, Clyde walked to the wall and silently lifted the picture that hung there. Behind him, Faith gave a little intake or breath as she realized what he was doing. Two small holes appeared in the wall and through them, light poured from the room next door, her father's study.
Clyde took up his position at one hole and indicated that his sister should peek through the other. Not only could they see into the room clearly, but they could also hear the words that were being spoken. They watched the woman slap her hand with the strap and saw all the rest as it developed.
They watched incredulously as their father stripped naked and gasped at the size and strength of his cock. Never before had Faith seen anything like it and she couldn't control the forbidden thrill which swept over her.
They both trembled with erotic excitement then as their tutor began to bare her body. They were breathing deeply when finally she stepped out of it stark naked.
And then she was walking toward the chair carrying the leather strap in her hand as their father followed. Meekly, he draped his nude form across her waiting legs with his bare bum turned up as if her were a naughty little boy.
Both the children had assumed the position frequently and knew what it meant. For them, it was tears and pain as the strong woman scolded and beat them. Surely, they both thought she isn't going to strap daddy on the bum as if he were a little boy caught being naughty. Peering closely, Faith saw that the head of her father's great prick rubbed against the smooth thigh of the woman.
“Oh, look how big daddy's cock is,” Faith whispered to her brother.
Her brother said nothing. He was breathing hard in his excitement.
Faith trembled as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have such a big prick rubbing against her bare leg.
Then, as both Clyde and Faith watched, Elizabeth raised her right arm, brought the strap high, held for a moment, then slapped it down across the naked behind of their father. He yelled like a child at the first stinging slap.
Elizabeth smiled and drew her arm back for the next stroke. Again and again she slapped the reddening arse as the man writhed and rubbed against her thighs. With each slap, his arse bounced and raised as if to advance higher to meet the next stinging slap.
When Faith became aware that her brother's hand was under her gown rubbing the cheeks of her bum, she realized that he had been doing it for some time and it felt very good.
“Ummm, that feels so nice,” she purred as her brother's hand continued to rub over her firmly curved behind.
She bent back a little and allowed her buttocks to rub his hand. In doing so, she heightened the sensation of enjoyment for both of them.
Clyde continued to caress his sister's firm bum with his hand. She was now squirming wildly against his hand. She moaned softly as she did.
Her little hand went to her brother's behind and she began to stroke it in the same way that he was stroking hers. She poked her stiff finger into the cleft between his buttocks and he gasped. She continued to poke with her finger and stroke as they watched the scene before them. Both children were heating up with desire.
“What do you think Elizabeth is going to do after she finishes strapping daddy?” Faith asked her brother in a whisper. As sigh broke from her as her brother squeezed the right cheek of her behind.
“I don't know.”
“Well, what do you think daddy's going to do? I mean it seems so crazy her spanking daddy like he's a little boy…”
“I know. Maybe daddy will hit her back.”
“Do you think so?” Faith asked, excitement in her voice.
“Maybe. But I'm not sure. I don't know. We'll just have to watch and find out.”
“Yes. I guess so. Isn't this exciting?”
When Elizabeth finally stopped strapping their father, she pushed him off her lap. Standing with his hands clapped over his blistered arse, their father was dancing furiously from foot to foot, his still very erect cock waving like a long cork bobbing on a strong tide.
Wearing an animalistic expression, the woman got up and walked slowly, languorously toward the leather covered couch. There, slowly she lowered herself into the cushions and hid her firmly rounded buttocks, the same firmly rounded buttocks on which young Clyde had been feasting his eager eyes.
“Look what she's doing now!” Faith said
to her brother breathlessly.
“I see, I see!” Clyde panted, his fingers firmly gripping his sister's young, firm bottom.
Elizabeth's knees were bent up and her thighs were drawn wide apart. Even from their vantage point, the youngsters were able to see her dark cunt.
“Look at her cunny,” Faith whispered.
“I am!” her brother said with excitement.
The youngster's view was partially obscured for a moment as Elizabeth reached between her firm thighs with her long fingers and drew the lips of her quim open to reveal the warm looking red slash crowned with curly black hairs.
“Oh, look, look,” Faith breathed. “What's she going to do?”
“Maybe she's going to make daddy do something!”
In a trice, they saw their father drop to his knees in front of Elizabeth.
“What's he doing?”
“I don't know,” Clyde answered his sister in a feverish voice.
“He's on his knees in front of Elizabeth.”
Their father's red arse arched and bobbed as he pressed his face between the silken columns of Elizabeth's thighs.
“What's daddy doing to Elizabeth?” Faith whispered to her brother.
“He's kissing Elizabeth's cunt,” Clyde answered.
“He's kissing her cunt…” Faith said in a murmur as she watched her father and the tutor.
Their father remained too long to be merely kissing, though, so Clyde turned and whispered what he thought their father was doing to the woman.
“He's not only kissing her cunny,” Clyde said.
“What else is he doing?”
“He's licking it and sucking on it.”
“It looks like fun, Clyde.”
“Yes, it does look interesting.”
“You'll have to do that to me,” Faith whispered with heated excitement to her brother.
“Yes. We ought to see what it's like, I think.” “It does look like it's jolly fun.”
The brother and sister agreed that what their father and tutor were doing seemed to be terribly interesting.
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