The Family Man

by Edward Cartwright

  “Yes, I have,” Clyde said, smiling with pride.

  “So quickly?” she said, registering surprise that he had so quickly finished.

  Elizabeth took his work and checked it quickly.

  “Why this truly surprises me, Clyde,” she said. The quality of his work also surprised her. In spite of the speed with which he had completed it, the quality was excellent.

  “I cannot find fault with your work. You have done your work with excellence,” she said.

  “You are pleased?” Clyde asked.

  “I am indeed pleased. Now that you've finished so early, Clyde,” she said as she sipped at her drink, “what are you going to do to kill the rest of the day?”

  “Oh, I've been giving that some thought.”

  “You have?” she smiled, trying to read the boy's young mind.

  “Yes, I have been giving it a great deal of thought, Elizabeth. After I finished so quickly, well, I started to think.”

  “And, what did you think about, my boy?”

  “Oh, I thought about a lot of things,” he said, playing for time, fearful not to rush things.

  “Well, tell me some of the things that you have been thinking about, Clyde.”

  Clyde had feared that he would not have the courage to ask for what he wanted. And now, for the moment, his tongue just would not work for him.

  “Come now, Clyde, don't be bashful. Tell me.”

  Her voice was low and sultry. It promised what Clyde wanted. Suddenly, his worries fled him. The words tumbled out of his mouth as he explained his great desire to spank a beautiful, mature woman such as she.

  “So, you want to give me a spanking, do you?” Elizabeth said with a wide smile.

  “Yes, I very much want to,” Clyde said eagerly.

  To his unutterable delight she did not even act even a little bit surprised. And, there was no trace of horror on her face as she smiled at him.

  “I've known all along that you were different,” she said, congratulating him.

  “You have?” he asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say. He decided to let her now take the lead. He had asked. Now it was up to her.

  “Yea, I've always known that you were different, Clyde,” she smiled. “I could see by the way you look at my bum that you would love to spank me.”

  “You could see that, Elizabeth?” he said, amazed.

  “Oh, yes, I could,” she laughed.

  “But how could you? I don't understand.”

  “You're very young. I have much more experience. I can read things in your face. I can see your desires in your simplest mannerism.”

  “I never dreamed that you could know so much just by looking,” Clyde said, dumbfounded.

  “Oh, my dear Clyde, I knew that you wanted to spank my bum all along. But I wasn't going to say or do anything about it until you made the first move.”

  “Oh, if I only knew,” Clyde said, disgusted with himself.

  “Well, now you know, and now you'll make the first move,” Elizabeth laughed.

  “Do you mean that you'll let me do it?” He sounded as if he could not believe it. “You'll really let me spank you on your bare bum?”

  “Of course I will, you goose,” she laughed in a kindly way. “Mind you, it mustn't be just a case of hammering on my arse.”

  “No? What do you mean?”

  “You'll have to give the whole thing a sense of meaning and form,” she said.

  “I'm not sure that I understand what you mean,” Clyde said. He wore a worried expression engendered by the realization that he was so close to the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow.

  “Don't worry about it, dear,” she said comfortingly. She slipped an arm around him and brought his face close to the swell of her breast through her thin gown. “I'll help you to understand.”

  Patiently then, she slowly explained to him that in order for a spanking to be truly real fun, it was necessary to establish a fantasy situation or else to have absolute authority over the victim as was the case when she spanked him or his sister.

  “If you're to spank me, then we must establish a fantasy whereby you have that authority and I understand so that I obey your every command. A spanking without that,” she went on to explain, “is just a matter of slapping a bum and that isn't any fun at all.”

  Although he had finished his school work for the day, Clyde listened attentively and really added to his education as she described various fantasies that could add the required thrill to any spanking.

  Clyde listened carefully and learned fast. Before long, he realized how right she was and how little real enjoyment there would have been if she had consented to his original request that he put her over his lap and spank her bare bum.

  As they discussed the method they would employ, they moved closer together and Clyde moved a hand up to cup a full breast through her gown. Among other things, it was agreed that he would spank her only with his hand and she agreed that he could spank as hard and as long as he could before they moved on to other things.

  The other things to which they would progress were clearly understood between them and Clyde congratulated himself on being in for a most thrilling afternoon which would feature his spanking of the beautiful and mature Elizabeth on her bare bum.

  As her hand rubbed across the front of his pants, she felt his arousal and understood what a momentous event it would be in his young life. Normally, Elizabeth preferred to give rather than receive spankings, but in this case, she was prepared to make an exception and knew it would be thrilling for her as well as for the boy.

  When both were sure that the rules of the game were mutually understood, Clyde ceased being the boyish student and took control of the situation.

  Taking the glass of sherry from her hand, he tipped it to his lips and swallowed a big drink. Putting it down on the table, he turned slowly toward her.

  “Well now Miss,” his voice was strong and gave him the confidence he needed, “you understand that as a policeman, it is my duty to arrest you for your crime.”

  “Oh please, officer,” she begged with feeling, “don't take me to jail.”

  Clyde learned quickly to play the dominant role. The nervousness which could have hampered him melted fast when he thought of the lovely, mature bum that would soon be on his lap and growing red and hot under his spanking hand as she kicked, cried and pleaded with him as he and his sister had so often done.

  But even as he played his role well, she was a great actress. She even shed real tears as she begged the pretended policeman first not to take her to jail, then not to spank her too hard on her tender bum.

  Gaining confidence as he went, Clyde was soon looking at her nude body as she stepped out of her last remaining garment and walked reluctantly, brushing tears from her eyes to lie across his waiting lap.

  It was a lap with a difference though, since he had already taken out his erect penis and kept it waving to her like a beacon calling her home.

  He had difficulty controlling his emotions as the beautiful woman draped her nude form across his thighs and arched her softly curved bottom toward him.

  Before beginning to spank her, he rubbed his palm caressingly over the perfectly matched slopes and felt the silk tingle under his hand. Remembering that he was supposed to continue playing his role, he began to scold her again. As he did, he patted the cheeks lightly as a preview of the spanking that was to follow.

  When he could hold back no longer, he spanked a firm cheek and pressed his hand hard against it. The flesh jiggled and he felt his cock lurch wildly with desire that was going to have to wait until the woman had been well spanked.

  The first few sobs escaped her and grew in intensity as he continued to spank. His hand moved from cheek to cheek and found each spank more exciting than the one before. Elizabeth was crying now and heaving her big, lush bottom wildly across his thighs as she anticipated each
spank.

  Both cheeks were now a flaming crimson and Clyde would have gone on spanking indefinitely except that his tool told him it was out of the question. It had held back as long as it could and was now on the verge of exploding unless something was done about it.

  With one hard spank on each cheek, he rolled the woman off his lap and turned toward her, his throbbing cock demanding attention.

  “Suck me,” he almost screamed. “Take it in your mouth and suck it until it pours cream deep into your throat.”

  When she hesitated, Clyde reminded her that if she didn't, there was another, harder spanking coming to her. It was threat enough.

  Fumbling blindly through her tears, Elizabeth took the hot, hard meat into her hands and guided it to her mouth. Her lips parted just before it arrived, her tongue licked them to add a film of moisture, then he felt the warm mouth wrap around the head as she pushed it more deeply into her month.

  He had been sucked off before, but this time, her mouth felt more like a wet cunt than any mouth he had ever known.

  “That's the way to do it,” he barked. “Suck my cock for all you're worth,” he said. “Draw deeply on it.”

  Whether it was mouth or cunt, though, the effect was the-same. Her hot, charging lips surged wetly up and down his hard shaft. His cock was tingling as her teeth scraped over his swollen, sensitive flesh.

  “Oh, suck it, that's the way,” he cried out wildly as his fingers tangled in her hair.

  Her head bobbed furiously as she knelt to her task. The suction of her lips was driving the boy out of his skin. His arse bucked mightily, driving his cock in and out of her clinging lips in rhythm with the bob of her head.

  He was fucking her wildly in the mouth, and her mouth was lip fucking his cock back with hot fervor. Her tongue curled and licked as her lips bobbed as they tightly Encircled his throbbing shaft. She was an artist. Clyde's body was trembling as he felt her sucking avidly, completely capturing his driving prick with her surging lips.

  Now he didn't feel as if he were fucking her in the mouth. It felt more as if his cock was being fucked by her lips. They were raping his slick, swollen prick.

  “Suck, suck, suck!” he streamed.

  All too soon he felt himself bracing to give her everything he had. But he didn't have to give. She would take it all with those sucking, surging lips. Her lips wrapped even more tightly around his pulsing shaft. She sucked harder. He felt the first wave of the explosion breaking over him as his cock poured forth its cream.

  He filled her mouth so much that some of the fluid trickled out and around the corners of her lips and poured down the shaft of his pecker. Most of the emission stayed where it was supposed to be, though, and he watched the smooth motions of her throat as she swallowed it all. Every drop of it.

  Spanking, Clyde realized, was going to become a very important part of his life in the future.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Considering his reputation, it wasn't at all strange that Harry Brougham should find himself in line for an appointment to the bench. Having been an outstanding barrister for so long, and considering that his reputation was above reproach, it was only logical that when an aging justice passed on to his reward in the sky, Harry would be considered to replace him.

  If he had taken an active role in politics, the appointment would have come as a matter of course, a loyal party man would be rewarded and that was that.

  Still, such was his reputation that, political support or no, those with the authority to recommend the replacement kept returning to the name of Harry Brougham.

  The usual tentative enquiries were made and Harry let it be known that he would be pleased to accept a call to the bench. Although the Whigs were in power at the time, he found almost equal support among the Tories who had a say in filling such appointments.

  So impressed was Harry at the sacred trust that could be his, unless something went terribly wrong, that he put an end to his sexual games with his daughter and Elizabeth. While he didn't insist that they too, turn over a new leaf and become as moral as he, he hinted strongly that they should be circumspect in their lustful activities to ensure that no breath of scandal should fall on the house. While assuring the man that they would be terribly careful in their conduct, the others went about their erotic action much the same as they always had except that they did not let him see or hear what they were doing.

  “Be patient with your father,” Elizabeth coaxed the growing children. “This appointment is terribly important to him. After he has been installed on the bench, he will become the same man again and we shall return to our old ways.

  For now though, let him think you nave become very moral and wouldn't say cock if you had a mouthful of it.”

  Laughing, Clyde and Faith assured their tutor that they understood and would play the game she suggested. They did indeed play their usual games, but they arranged them so that Harry was not only not involved, but didn't even realize that they were going on.

  In due time, Harry received a visit from the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Prawl. For all his dignity which he wore like a cloak, Lord Anthony Prawl was as dirty an old lecher as had ever pried loose a childish cherry or buggered a boyish bum.

  When presiding over the courts of justice, he seemed to wear a halo, yet, when someone in the court, male or female, caught the fancy of his dirty old mind, he was not above opening his judicial robes behind the protection of the bench and fondling his amazingly agile tool while seeming to be the quintessence of British jurisprudence.

  Arriving at the Brougham home late in the afternoon of a Friday, he was completely jovial as he prepared to spend the weekend with the family. Although Harry well knew that the man was there to look him over and see how he lived at home, the Lord Chief Justice made no comment to confirm this.

  Their first dinner together was a dreadful thing. Elizabeth, sensing that the old man was nothing if not human, tried to keep the tone of the meal light, but Harry was so sonorous and so sincere in everything, that the meal was a dismal flop.

  All through the evening, Harry toadied after the old man so that, it reached the point where Lord Prawl was quite sure he was going to vomit if the tone didn't soon change.

  “Damn it all, Harry,” he grumbled as they sat before the blazing fire drinking port after dinner, “don't you sometimes think you take the law too seriously?”

  “Ah, Milord,” Harry smiled in reply, “I know you're testing me, but I won't fall for that. Of course I take the law seriously. It is a very serious institution and the very bulwark of the empire. There is a time for levity, of course, but not where the law is concerned.”

  When the old man snorted and took a big pull at his drink, Harry assured himself that he had given the right answer and was paving the road to the judicial bench he so wanted.

  The following day, Saturday, promised more of the same and it would undoubtedly have been that if Lord Prawl had not taken a hand in matters to give fate a gentle goose.

  Harry was shattered when he received a command to appear before a committee at Lincoln's Inn that afternoon. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have thrilled him, but while the Lord Chief Justice was his house guest, he didn't want to spend a moment away from the house.

  Not only did Harry not want to miss a moment of his opportunity to figuratively kiss the man's bum, but deep in his mind was the terrible fear that his daughter, not aware of the importance of protocol, would do something rash, such as making a play for the old lord's whacker.

  Should that happen, Harry shuddered at the thought, it's all over. I can forget then about ever being named to the bench. Without luck, in fact, he moaned silently, I'll more likely be named to serve time in Wormwood Scrubs or some other filthy prison.

  With a heavy heart, he summoned a carriage and began the tiring, frightening trip into the city, leaving his distingui
shed guest in the care of his family. In that moment, Harry Brougham not only wished he had never taught his children about sex, he wished he had never discovered it himself. Life could have been so easy, his future could be assured, he reminded himself, if it weren't for the fear that his sex-mad daughter, whom he had guided along the road to sensuality, would lose control of herself and try to lure the Lord Chief Justice into her turbulent snatch.

  But while the enforced departure saddened Harry and filled him with dread and foreboding, Anthony Prawl reacted in the opposite manner. The minute the sincere barrister left the house, Lord Prawl seemed to throw off a great weight and become a much younger and more vital man.

  Sensing that Elizabeth had been appointed a substitute guardian to keep an eye on him and ensure that he had no enjoyment at all, he took the offensive and decided to get her off his tail at once.

  Tail was not the fartherest thing from his mind at the moment. He had looked her over well and decided she would be a great roll in the hay, but at the moment, she was not his cup of tea.

  He had looked even more closely at the young beauty who was Harry's daughter and decided that he would be in her crotch before her father returned or would donate his old pecker to the ladies' aid at the local church.

  Although Faith had not said or done a thing that was amiss, he was confident that the young beauty with the face of an angel, had the cunt of a harlot. The older he got, the younger he liked his quail and this one looked to be just the right age. He would never even have considered the thought of robbing the daughter of Harry Brougham of her virginity, but his skilled eye told him that the act had already been perpetrated and he would, while ploughing seldom-farmed soil, not be breaking virgin ground.

  Talking at length with Elizabeth, he cunningly was able to confirm his opinion that she had been left in charge of the young ones and that her job was to keep them away from him.

  In his usual manner, he swore by the king's arse that he would get the shepherdess away from the young flock. For good measure, he allowed his vow to include the left teat of the queen and felt comforted that under such distinguished patronage, he could not fail in his mission.