Message-ID: <19834eli$9902100431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19834.txt> From: M Quayle <okieram@telepath.com> Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 56: I Needed That (S&M Family fun) 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: <36C12A79.37BB@telepath.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 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 now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 56: I Needed That “It’s about time you got home!” A big voice boomed as Kathy closed the front door. “Grand Dad!” Kathy threw her arms around the smiling man. “I didn’t know you were coming for Billy’s party.” “When your Daddy told me what the little scamp had been up to, I canceled my cheerleader training in Dallas and flew right over.” “Well, I’m glad you’re here.” She gave the family patriarch a big wet kiss and slid invitingly down his muscular body. The basement door flew open and Daddy shoved Billy into the living room. Billy’s hands were firmly bound behind his back and his ankles were shackled to prevent him from kicking. The naked youth was marched to a heavy wooden chair that had been nailed to the floor in front of the room’s curtained picture window. “Sit down, boy,” Grand Dad ordered. Billy protested as he sat his bare bottom on the rough wood, but didn’t resist as his ankles were tied to the front chair legs and his wrists were tied to the rear. “There you go, birthday boy,” Grand Dad taunted as he pulled a black eyeless hood over Billy’s head, “you just hang out while we get everything ready for your party.” “But, Grand Dad -- ” Billy tried to protest. “Not one word,” Grand Dad bellowed with a voice that shook the house, “or this will be a whole lot worse. Nod if you understand. Do you understand?” Billy nodded. “Good, now you just stay there and think of all the nookie you’re not getting ‘cause of that nun.” Billy’s cock was fully erect and swollen from the extra sex stimulants Mommy had been putting in his food. The sight of the upturned rod inspired Kathy to add ring toss to the list of party games for the evening. The girls ran upstairs and returned with the first of the many boxes of favors they’d bought at the Torture Boutique. Soon the living room sported long black & blue banners that read “Happy Birthday Billy” and “You Ain’t Gettin’ Nun.” Kathy had to stop Christi from hogging all the Mood Clamps, but let her have enough to give her breasts and lower lips a festive green glow. She put the rest in bowls next to the snacks so the guests could help themselves to the delightfully painful pincers. Kathy brought in Daddy’s whip stand and added the silver handled riding crops to the ample mix of cat’o’nine tails and bullwhips. Then she lined up two rows of lubricants -- some for pain, some for pleasure -- on the coffee table and tossed two bags of self-piercing “O” rings and a box of high test alligator clips into the autoclave. The men, meanwhile, assembled a black-leather covered horse and hung chains and wrist cuffs from the ceiling at various points in the room. Grand Dad checked his prized dildos to make sure they were operating properly and Daddy helped Christi lube her backdoor with the very special jell she’d found at the store. “Ouch!” Daddy winced as he yanked his finger from Christi’s sphinkter, “what do you have up there, a raiser blade?” “Oh, it’s just a little surprise for Billy.” The pretty brunette smiled adoringly at her Daddy-Master. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she cooed as her mood clamps glowed a blinding cherry red. “Hey, what about me,” Billy mumbled. “How long are you going to-- ” “I TOLD YOU NOT ONE WORD!” Grand Dad bellowed as he whipped out a riding crop. SWACK! The crop crackled across Billy’s shoulder blades. “AND I MEAN IT,” he screamed at the hooded face of the howling boy, “NOT ONE WORD! Nod if you understand me!” Billy nodded and tried futility to pull away from the thundering man. Kathy stared in wonder at Grand Dad’s crop work which left a piercingly defined welt on her brother’s bare back. “Wow, Grand Dad,” Kathy exclaimed, “that’s really cool I don’t think even Mrs. Potter could make one like that!” “Thanks,” Grand Dad patted her blonde head, “it comes from years of practice.” “Would you teach me sometime?” Kathy begged. “Christi would just love it if I could mark her buns like that.” “Yes, please, Grand Dad-Master,” Christi begged as she knelt humbly at the master’s feet. “Please, teach her to crop me.” “I’d be delighted.” Grand Dad smiled down into Christi’s eager blue eyes. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, young lady, I like your attitude. Now lift up your skirt and show me that pretty round butt and we’ll begin your lesson right now,” Grand Dad commanded. SWACK! The crop cut into Christi’s smooth white skin. “Thank you, more please!” She squeaked as the mammoth man drew back for his next swing. “You see, Kathy,” SWACK! “it’s all in the swing and the snap.” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came so quickly that Christi’s mood clamps flew left and right and skittered across the floor. After the twenty-fifth SWACK!, Grand Dad stopped to admire his handiwork. “There you go, sweetheart,” he smiled breathlessly, “you just cool down for a while then we’ll let Kathy give ya ten.” “Thank you, Grand Dad-Master,” the grateful torture mouse groveled, “I needed that.” Kathy’s eyes grew big as saucers as she gazed at the painfully purple plaid pattern on her beloved’s beautifully beaten bottom. “Wow, Grand Dad, do you really think I can learn to do that?” “Sure, sweetheart, it runs in the family.” Oh, goodie! Did you hear that, Torture Mouse?” “Cool,” Christi quivered, “as long as still get to Dom you sometimes, too.” “Of course, you silly.” Kathy dropped to the floor. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you have all the fun. And, anyway,” she kissed Christi’s sweet mouth, “it just wouldn’t be a Saturday night without one of your nylon necklaces.” -- +----------------' 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>