(ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 59: Pretend I'm Not Here (S&M Family fun, career changes)
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WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual
Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of
satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any
way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or
physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state
(or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right
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Late for Dinner
copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym)
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Chapter 59: Pretend I’m Not Here
“Jealous?” Kathy tickled Christi’s ribs as they watched Grand Dad and
Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel.
“Exquisitely, dar-ling,” Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised
bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded
by putting her head on her beloved’s shoulder.
The contest was about to begin. Daddy used a marker to draw a line down
Billy’s spine to separate the contestants’ entries. It was also decided
that drawing blood would mean an automatic forfeit.
With a deft flick of the wrist, Mrs. Potter’s crop came down firmly --
SWACK! -- on the left side of Billy’s back. A lovely horizontal dash
appeared on the young man’s skin.
“Thank you Ma’am, may I have another,” Billy shouted through gritted
teeth.
“But of course.” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came in quick
succession creating a five pointed star immediately below the left
shoulder blade. “Now, you try, old man,” Mrs. Potter sniffed as her
audience admired her handiwork. “I think I’ll make you my gardener.”
“Over my dead body, Madam.” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows
came so swiftly that Billy didn’t have time to give thanks. An
identical five-pointed star appeared in pulsing red and purple on
Billy’s right side.
“Imitator!” Mrs. Potter huffed as another blow went SWACK! onto the
stunned boy’s shivering flesh. This line was a smooth curve that
connected two points of the left star.
“Hum, going for a pentangle, I see. How appropriate, you old witch,”
Grand Dad chortled.
Mrs. Potter’s violet eyes blazed like rubies as the crop again made
contact. SWACK! Then three more SWACKS! and Mrs. Potter’s work was
done and a perfectly formed star inside a circle pulsed painfully on
Billy’s back. But, just as the black-haired beauty opened her mouth to
taunt her opponent, a drop of sweet red blood trickled from the top tip
of the star and ran smoothly down, cutting the pentangle neatly in half.
“I believe,” Grand Dad seized his shocked opponent by the hair, “that
means you now belong to me. Now, down on your knees, slave, and wait
there while I get a collar for you from my brief case.”
“You’ll never collar me, old man!” The defeated beauty spit as she
stood shaking with rage before the victorious master.
“I SAID KNEEL, SLAVE!” Grand Dad yanked her hair hard, spilling her
onto the floor. He then ordered Mister Potter and the family to help
hold her while he searched his case for a collar.
Kathy and Christi tried to grab the struggling woman’s feet while Mister
Potter -- who had obviously done it before -- pinned his wife’s arms
behind her. Carol and Becky took her shoulders and raised her long hair
over her head so Grand Dad could slip the collar around her neck.
The raging ravenette bared her teeth and snapped at Grand Dad’s crotch
as he locked the thick, shiny black collar into place. Mister Potter
tied his wife’s wrists in front of her and, with the girls’ help, forced
her to kneel on all four and attached a spreader bar to her ankles.
Grand Dad then told Kathy to relieve Mrs. Potter of her strap on.
“It’s all yours, now,” Grand Dad smiled as his grand daughter disengaged
the massive latex member from between Mrs. Potter’s smooth, spread white
thighs and held it aloft in triumph.
“That’s better,” Grand Dad smiled, “now she’s ready to serve. Becky?”
“Yes, Grand Dad?”
“Why don’t you go let Mutzi in, I think our newest slave’s ready to put
on the dog.”
The little freckle face made a red streak to the back door and returned
with the family’s German shepherd. The mighty dog quickly surmised the
situation and happily trotted over to give the protesting woman’s bottom
a friendly little sniff.
“Get him away from me, you beast!”
“Who are you calling a beast, slave? I told you I was going to put you
to work in the kennels,” Grand Dad laughed and scratched Mutzi’s big
black and yellow head. “Now just hold still and we’ll have you baying
at the moon before you know it. Come on, boy,” the amorous canine
hopped up on Mrs. Potter and, with a little help from Kathy, slid
inside.
“Oh, God, Harold,” she cried to her husband, “do something! He’s making
me do it with a dog!”
“Sorry, Myra, a bets a bet and, anyway, its not everyday a guy gets the
chance to study under the president emeritus of the Trojans.” He gave
Grand Dad a smart salute. “You’re wish is my command, Sir. How can I
be of service.”
“Well, I think you were about to give Billy a little lesson when this
whole thing started,” Grand Dad winked.
“Oh, yes, Bill-ly,” Mister Potter, er, Harold grinned wickedly, “I’d
almost forgotten about him.”
“It’s okay, Sir, you can forget about me all night,” Billy gulped as he
watched the smiling man lube his huge black member. “Really, just
pretend I’m not here. I, I, Ayeeeeeeeeeee!”
Kathy snatched up Mommy’s video camera and recorded the scene. In the
foreground a stunningly beautiful pale-skinned woman struggled vainly to
escape her four-footed lover, while, in the background, a handsome
dark-skinned man gave “dear” brother a strong taste of his own
medicine. Kathy was going for a close-up when big hands gripped her
waist tightly from behind.
“All this excitement’s getting me horny, sweetheart,” Grand Dad roared
just inches from Kathy’s ear, “and I think it’s time I took my favorite
grand daughter.”
“Wouldn’t you rather take Becky first?” Kathy suggested as Grand Dad
fingered her back door. “After all, she’s the youngest.” She cringed
in horror as he forced her open, then winced in agony when she realized
he was using menstrual cramp formula lubricant.
“Becky and I’ll have a go later, but right now,” he lifted Kathy off her
feet and threw her unceremoniously to the floor, “I’m going to do to you
what I did to your mother not that many years ago.”
Oh, well, Kathy pouted silently, a good hostess should never expect to
enjoy every minute of her own party. She gritted her teeth, raised her
convulsing bottom, and met Grand Dad’s one-eyed buddy in mid-stroke.
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