Naughty Boy Ch. 03

Naughty Boy

by yfnsp

Chapter 3

(Jeanine has been punished for her incestuous act with her grown son. Now it's Johnny's turn.)

Johnny had been listening at the door of his bedroom where he'd been told to stay. He'd been alternately frightened and aroused by what little he could hear going on downstairs. Now he could hear footsteps on the stairs and he steeled himself to defy any attempt to intimidate him.

Susie opened the door to find her husband standing in the center of the room, his arms folded across his chest. She brandished the four-foot-long bamboo cane.

"Get your clothes off," she ordered, "Now!". She sounded fierce and implacable.

Johnny didn't move. 'Who the fuck does she think she's dealing with?' he said to himself, resisting the impulse to sneer. He didn't flinch. Not until the cane whistled through the air and cracked him hard on his shoulder. A major flinch then!

"Hey! Cut it out!" he whined, shrinking a little.

That was answered with another crack of the cane, this time on the side of his upper left thigh. "I said, clothes off. Now!" There was a look of pure rage in her eyes.

"Wait, wait..." Johnny tried to stall. But Susie didn't hesitate; the next blow struck him on the cheek, stinging him intensely and cracking the skin, raising a welt.

Now Susie spoke more calmly. "If you don't take off your clothes, I will beat you anyway, anywhere I can find naked skin." She raised the cane, and her voice. "Understand, motherfucker?"

Johnny was rubbing his stinging cheek. He looked at his hand for signs of blood. He cowered, tears of shock and pain in his eyes.

Susie drew back her arm, ready to strike again. He grasped the hem of his polo shirt and stripped it over his head quickly and started undoing his trousers.

Susie swung the cane through the air a few times, enjoying its whispering whistle while her husband stripped himself bare.

"Jeanine told us how much you wanted to be spanked. Well, now you're going to get your wish!" she smirked.

Johnny stared at her strangely as he stepped out of his pants. He stood there, blinking, his flaccid dick dangling, making a tempting target in Susie's eyes. But she resisted the urge.

"Lie down on the bed. On your stomach. Feet on the floor." Susie's words were crisp, her voice commanding. This time Johnny complied silently.

Without stopping to consider the shape of her husband's derriere, which she had often considered quite fetching, Susie set forth to stripe it with stinging blows on both cheeks. She put her whole strength into each swing as if the physicality of her blows could exorcise her pain at his betrayal and her disgust at his incestuous carnality.

Johnny's surprise at the intensity of the first stripe on his sensitive flesh struck him mute; only a gasp escaped his lips as his whole body jerked in reflex. But on the second strike, he yelped like a wounded puppy and rolled away, onto his feet. In a flash, he charged at Susie aiming to disarm her of the offending weapon.

But Susie had time to react. she sidestepped and struck him in the back with both fists as he lunged past her, knocking him head-first into the doorframe. The house shook as he fell, dazed and beginning to bleed from a gash on the side of his scalp.

The crash brought Sally up the stairs at a run with her bag of toys, eager to assist her daughter, eager to participate in the degradation of her asshole son-in-law.

Still euphoric from the satisfaction of inflicting pain on his slut of a mother, she was highly aroused and eager for more sadistic pleasure. Seeing the boy lying on the floor, she barely resisted giving him a swift kick in the balls.

"Back on the bed, motherfucker," Susie said calmly, dispelling Sally's impression that her daughter had lost control. The two women, each grabbing an arm, helped Johnny to his feet and laid him, unresisting, face down on the bed in his former position.

Johnny, his head throbbing painfully, allowed himself to be manhandled as he desperately sought a way out. 'Maybe if I just take this beating now, I'll be able to escape,' he decided.

"I was going to give you ten; now it's twenty. Do you want to earn more, or are you ready to behave?" Susie asked sweetly.

When Johnny didn't answer, she signaled to her mother, who immediately cuffed and tied his ankles to the feet of the bed. Johnny tried to get up, but it was too late: his feet were secured. Susie sat on his back while Sally expertly cuffed his wrists and bound him spread-eagle.

Now the beating resumed. "Count them, motherfucker," Susie commanded. "We're starting over from one." Feeling triumphantly vigorous after the tussle with her errant husband, Susie swung the cane even harder than before.

"One!" Johnny screamed, surprising even himself with the heights he reached in both pitch and volume, his voice cracking at the vicious sting of the supple cane, which broke the skin of his soft ass cheek.

"Two!" he sobbed, as his other cheek was striped to match. The pain was searing, burning like fire as it spread deeper into his helpless flesh, each stinging blow adding to the burn that seeped into his bones and sinews. As the blows continued, he had to focus - the counting helped - to keep from passing out...

"Eleven..." He was panting now; his breathing had become rapid and shallow, his whole body burned and vibrated spasmodically as his vindictive wife spread the blows to his upper thighs and lower back in a kind of pain-dance, rhythmic and precise. Johnny had crossed a threshold of agony around the eighth or ninth stroke; he had started to feel detached from his throbbing body.

The burning heat was making him sweat. He felt his face soaking the bedclothes and he felt as if he were outside of his body. And now a wave of euphoria washed slowly over him.

He could picture his wife, so like his mother, brandishing the cane. Face down on the bed, he could see nothing, but he imagined her naked, her big, soft breasts swinging lewdly with each swing of the cane. He let himself surrender to this world of sensation, while forcing himself to focus on continuing to count...

"Twelve," he whispered, gaining control of his breath as he found a calm overtaking his panic. "Thirteen." His voice was firmer now. He could do this... The feeling that he was overcoming the pain - was it becoming almost pleasurable? - increased his euphoria.

"Fourteen." His voice was steady. His mind-body connection had altered. His body, surrendered to his beautiful torturer, was all aglow; the searing heat, the pain, and the humiliation had melded, becoming a hot, bright light enveloping his whole body.

"Fifteen." Pure sensation, in its intensity, had become bizarrely erotic. His entire body became one enormous erogenous zone, throbbing with sexual energy.

"Sixteen!" he cried out, his body beginning to convulse, out of control, his mind now reeling in euphoric excitement.

"Seventeeeeeen..." he squealed, shaking, as his rock-hard cock, extended beneath him, began to ejaculate, out of control, pumping spurt after spurt of hot, wet cum between his naked belly and the bed.

There was silence as Susie delivered the last three strokes. "I think he passed out," said Sally, admiringly.

"Yeah? Well, he'll pay for that too," Susie snorted breathlessly.

For the moment, her anger had been assuaged, leaving only the deep throbbing in her excited pussy, the sexual arousal of sheer sadistic pleasure. She wanted only to keep on hurting him, to hurt him until it made her cum.

The two women admired Susie's handiwork. There were twenty blood-red stripes mapped out across his ass, from his lower back to his upper thighs, and nice blue-black bruises were beginning to turn his whole backside purple.

"Leave him like that until he comes to," Sally advised. "Then fuck him with this," she said, reaching into her bag.

She pulled out a strap-on harness with a thick, long dildo attached. Molded in flesh-colored plastic, it looked like the epitome of the "BWC".

"Look," she said, showing her daughter the inside of the harness. "This part fits inside you. It'll make you cum for sure, especially when you make your hubby squeal," she grinned.

"Oh, Mom, you're the best!" Susie said, giving her mother a big hug. Both women were so aroused that physical contact made their pussies throb and seep. They were both surprised by the intense incestuous attraction they felt for each other.

Sally held Susie in her muscular arms, thrilling at the soft yielding flesh of her daughter's voluptuous breasts. Susie's swollen pussy gushed as she felt her mom's lithe and supple body envelop her.

The moment was interrupted by Johnny's groans as his senses returned and he began to writhe on the bed.

"Oh... oh..." He twisted and turned, trying vainly to free himself of his restraints.

"Hold still! Your going to hurt yourself," Sally said, annoyed by the interruption and forgetting for a second that Susie was in charge.

"Please let me up," Johnny whined. "I'll be good; I promise." He sounded small and weak.

Susie was tempted to hit him again. "Shut up, worm!" she menaced, brandishing the cane.

Johnny's eyes grew big and round. He stifled a gasp as he froze, silent.

"Should we untie him?" Susie asked her mother.

"Depends," she answered. "Do you want to fuck him now?"

He was in a perfect position for pegging, Susie realized, but she wanted to build more anticipation, to increase his fear.

"Can we put the leash on him first?" she asked.

"Good idea!" Sally said, her smile both admiring and conspiratorial.

She made a quick trip downstairs to retrieve the leash and collar and placed them on Johnny's neck. Then she detached his restraints so he could start getting up.

He was a little disoriented, not least because of the pain burning his backside. He was also confused, both by his obvious vulnerability - a palpable fear of and, to be honest, a libidinous desire for, these two dominating females - and by what he had heard his mother-in-law say about fucking. He felt completely bewildered and totally at sea.

"Hey, look at this!" Sally exclaimed as Johnny rolled over to sit up, exposing the damp cum-puddle on the bedspread.

"I think we've got us a true pain-slut! See," she said, pointing. "You made him cum!"

"Seriously?"

Susie, still brandishing the cane, stepped to the bedside to examine the evidence. She dipped a finger into the slime and sniffed it.

"It's cum alright," she confirmed before wiping it onto Johnny's upper lip.

"Did you cum, you nasty pig?" she growled at him.

Johnny flinched. And he flinched again when Susie pried his legs apart with the cane and used it to lift his wilted cock from between his legs.

"Yep. Just look at his slimy worm." She let his cock drop onto his thigh. It began to swell.

"You had no right to cum, bitch!" she spoke menacingly before striking the semi-soft member sharply with the cane.

Johnny yelped in pain. His cock jumped and stiffened. It was visibly growing. Susie took another swing at it, but Johnny reacted defensively and took the sharp blow on the back of his hand.

"Ow!" he cried, with a petulant tone of childlike outrage. "You're hurting me!"

"Hold still!" Susie shouted. "And shut the fuck up!" She struck him again leaving a red welt on the side of his chest and an upper arm.

"Get the cuffs," she said to her mother, who was watching with approval and growing bemusement.

By this time, Johnny had decided it would be better not to resist, and the two women quickly had his hands fastened behind his back. His cock was fully erect now, extended obscenely in front of him as they manhandled him to his feet. He was almost alarmed at how aroused he remained.

"Here, put him back on the bed," Susie said.

The two women, working together, easily turned him around and put him on his knees with his upper half prone on the bed and his face down in the wet spot he had made when he ejaculated. The smell of fertile semen pervaded his being.

Sally straddled his back, to immobilize him, and watched her voluptuous daughter undress before strapping the harness in place with its obscene phallus aimed pointedly at her helpless spouse.

Susie crawled up onto the bed at Johnny's head and, lifting it by a fistful of hair, said, "Open your mouth, slut."

Johnny complied and she jammed the dildo into the back of his mouth, making him gag and retch convulsively. In a moment, the big plastic cock was dripping with his spittle.

"You're going to be glad I did that," Susie commented as she pushed his face back into the slimy bedclothes and returned to her position behind him. With her pussy already excited by thrusting the strap-on into his throat, she now drove the spit-slicked tool deep into his defenseless boy-hole.

The pain of anal penetration was hard for Johnny to handle without crying out, but it paled in comparison to the searing torture of his bruised and welted ass-flesh when Susie bottomed out and smashed onto his striped globes with her thrusting, twisting pelvis.

"Aaaarrrghhhh" he screamed in agony, which only served to encourage Susie's accelerating thrusts, and increase Sally's sadistic pleasure.

"Yeah, Suze, pound him!" she shouted with glee.

Susie flashed a lascivious grin at her mother as she rapaciously ravaged her husband's boy-cunt. The phallic tool was working magic on her clit and inside her gushing cunt too.

Sally could barely contain her lust. She slid forward to press her dripping pussy against the boy's right wrist where it lay cuffed in the small of his back. She watched Susie furiously fucking, watched her huge swaying breasts and the sweat that trickled down between them, down to her pretty navel. What a beautiful sight! She reached out to pinch Susie's nipples as she humped Johnny's wrists shamelessly, quickly building toward orgasm.

Johnny's cries had become deep, throaty groans that punctuated the rhythm of Sally's brutal pounding. The agony in his voice on each thrust of the merciless phallus was music to the ears of both mother and daughter, united in their delight in his torture.

Sally and Susie locked eyes, each recognizing the kindred passion of each other's lust. It was almost as if they were fucking each other. The boy was just a conduit for their flowing love and libido.

Susie lifted her pendulous breasts and held them out to Sally, an offering. Sally leaned forward and, while continuing to tweak her daughter's left nipple with her fingers, she placed her mouth on the other and sucked.

They both exploded in orgasm. So violent were their climaxes that they oh so involuntarily broke contact. Sally fell off Johnny's back onto her side and Susie collapsed on top of Johnny, who appeared to be unconscious.

"Oh, mom!" Susie exclaimed when her breathing was nearly back to normal.

Sally grinned and, getting to her feet, patted Susie on her sweaty bottom. "Can you give me the dildo, dear?" she said, winking. "I need a turn with it. I've left Jeanine on her own much too long!"