Message-ID: <18681eli$9901212136@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18681.txt> From: M Quayle <okieram@telepath.com> Subject: A "Farrell" Story (Late for Dinner) Chapter 36: Special Treatment (S&M Family Fun, modesty) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3687F85A.2ADC@telepath.com> Your comments and plot ideas always welcome. New chapters are posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories, and alt.sex.stories.moderated. You can also find complete story in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive at www.qz.to/erotica/assm (December 1998 file). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content and Lame Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was safe or conformed to the laws of physics. If you are under or over the age of 18 or reside in a state (or state of mind) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this stuff immediately or you’ll never get a golf date with Christi!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< copyright 1998 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner Chapter 36: Special Treatment Mommy was on the phone as Kathy came down the stairs for breakfast. She was talking to Grand Dad. “Yes, Dad,” Mommy looked worried. “We’ll ride them for a half-hour each week.” She bit her nails and listened to the deep voice booming through the ear piece. “No, Sir, we won’t use Spanish fly cream for lubrication,” she reached out for Kathy’s hand as the sleepy girl passed. “Yes Sir, either shattered glass or raw & bleeding formula. Yes, Sir,” Mommy pulled Kathy to her. “Yes, Sir, full power for the entire thirty minutes,” she held her daughter tight. “Yes, Sir, I’ll send you a videotape of each session.” Kathy could hear Grand Dad’s voice rumble from the telephone, but couldn’t make out his words. “Yes, Sir,” Mommy affirmed, “Becky is to do fifteen minutes a week starting when she gets back from Japan and I’ll tell Christi she can ride, too.” Kathy could feel Mommy tremble. “No, I’m not sure when they’re coming back.” “Yes, Sir, we’ll be ready,” Mommy switched ears. “Very good, Dad, we love you, too. Bye-bye.” “What’s the matter, Mommy?” Kathy soothed as her mother hung up the phone and stared at the three gleaming silver dildos that stood like sentries along the living room wall. “Oh, Grand Dad was just reminding me that we both have a standing date with his electric dildos,” Mommy swallowed hard. “I told him we’d ride every Sunday afternoon and send him a videotape after each session. He’s really serious about disciplining us for what happened at Junior League.” “I know Mommy,” Kathy comforted, “it’ll be all right.” “I know it will, Sweetheart,” Mommy sighed, “but he’s added another weekly task for us to perform.” “What’s that?” Kathy asked with trepidation. “He wouldn’t be specific, but a car will pick up every Wednesday afternoon at three and take us somewhere for what he calls ‘special treatment’. He says it will take a couple of hours and then we’ll be brought back here in time for dinner.” “That doesn’t sound too bad.” “That’s not all. We have to wait for the driver on the street corner,” Mommy’s voice trembled, “and we have to be completely naked when he picks us up.” “You mean without our stockings? Mommy,” Kathy blushed, “we can’t go out in public with bare legs, what will the neighbors think?” “Probably that we’re a couple of sluts,” Mommy shook her head and looked down at the white nylons that covered her naughtiness from the tip of her toes to mid-thigh. “He says we need to learn a little humility.” “Well, that will do it,” Kathy turned an even-deeper shade of red. “Remember what Daddy did to my ‘dear’ brother when he caught him with that awful movie where the girls took off their hose before they had sex?” “I sure do. I’m the one who had to shove ice cubes up his ass and masturbate him with Vic’s VapoRub every day for a week,” Mommy sighed. “You guys talkin’ about me?” Billy mumbled as he slunk down the staircase. “Oh, no, Dear,” Mommy quickly turned to hug her son. “We were just talking about Grand Dad.” “Yeah, he called me last night and told me to make sure you two ride your ‘horsies’,” the boy grinned wickedly. “And he put me in charge of discipline until Daddy gets back. By the way, Kathy, where’s your ‘girlfriend’?” “She’s still asleep, why?” “Oh, no reason,” Billy turned and ran back up stairs then disappeared in the direction of Kathy’s room. “Ten, nine, eight,” Kathy began the countdown, “seven, six, five, four, three, two, one --” “EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Christi’s familiar scream pierced the morning calm. “You’d think she’d learn not to sleep on her stomach,” Mommy chuckled. “She likes it” Kathy rolled her eyes. “She gets up in the middle of the night and oils her bottom just so she’ll be ready for Billy’s ‘wake up call’.” “Sweetheart, you know I love Christi as much as you do,” Mommy said seriously, “but she’s weird.” “Yeah, the weirdest,” Kathy grinned. “That’s why I get all squishy just thinking about her.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>index