Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Taking that as a cue, Winston slapped Nola hard across the cheek. "Silence, bitch," he grumbled. "You'll talk when I tell you to!"

"I'm sorry, Winston;" she mumbled submissively, smiling in triumph at the young woman across from her. "I deserved that!"

"And what about you?" E.G. growled, glaring at his younger son. "Don't you think that bitch of yours needs a little straightening out?"

"I'll punish her when I'm ready, E.G.," the young man replied, softly. "We may be playing your game, father, but we've got a few rules of our own!"

The old man stared harshly at his son, for the first time appearing to be a little confused and shocked. He had not expected such a twist and was at a loss as to how to deal with it.

"You see, E.G., we have decided that discipline is more than just giving punishment," Maggie explained softly. "It is also a fierce sort of passion. A method of enjoying oneself. We are trying to refine it, make it more exciting!"

"We are no longer going to deal with merely mindless punishments," Dashiell went on. "We are making the stakes of this game higher. You are all going to have to come up with something original to win!"

This clever game of cat and mouse was unsettling to E.G. Talbot. He felt a bit of his power and control slipping away from him, for he could not argue with their logic. He had invented the game, and now they were turning it back on him.

"I make the decisions around here," he blustered angrily. "I am master of this house, remember that!"

"You are only master so long as you can control, E.G.," corrected his younger son. "Once you lose the right to that, you lose everything!"

"Are you trying to tell me you're taking over?" the old man said with a vicious laugh. "That's impossible, and you know it!"

"For the time being, perhaps, E.G.," Dashiell said, grimly. "But we shall see, won't we, who is on top in the end."

Winston Talbot glanced back and forth between his father and brother now, something stirring in his mind. He gazed intently as Dashiell, a smile now coming over his lips as he began to speak.

"You mean, if we do better at the game of discipline and punishment than he does, we can beat him?" he asked softly.

Maggie nodded. "He's trapped, even mother will have to agree," she whispered urgently. "He has to play by the rules, he has no other, choice!"

They all looked to the woman at the other end of the table, her lips tight in a thin line. They were pale and trembling, for suddenly she had been cast in a role she had not chosen. Carefully, she searched for the right thing to say.

"I… I don't know," she whispered, avoiding her husband's glare. "I… I have never even thought of such a thing."

"You have to go along, Laurel," Nola hissed savagely. "Otherwise, there is no point to this, and none of us will continue!"

"By God, you'll not defy me," snarled E.G. Talbot. He slammed his hand down hard on the table, tipping over the glasses with the force of the blow. "I am master here, there can be no other!"

Laurel Talbot gazed at her husband now, realizing for the first time her power in this situation. Everything they owned was in her name also, though before this moment, she never gave a thought to defying his wishes. Now, she realized, he was powerless, if she did not agree to his decisions.

She smiled meekly and bowed her head. "Whoever proves the best, should be the master," she said almost in a whisper. "It's the only correct way of doing things!"

E.G. Talbot stared at his wife in shock. "You have gone mad, woman," he hissed. "How can they possibly be better at discipline and punishment than I?"

"As I said, E.G., that remains to be seen," his younger son said casually. "It all depends on who can prove themselves to be the most clever and amusing. Who can find more ways of taking punishment to a high art! After all, we are all accomplished craftsmen, here, it's a noble challenge for us, I think!"

The table fell silent in that moment. All of them suddenly realizing that the game was wide open now, with no one in command. It would be up to all of them to prove they were the better disciplinarian. Up to each to them to show who could enjoy punishment the best.

Already, Maggie was growing excited. She glanced back and forth between the people seated around the table, grinning savagely with excitement. Her loins trembled with excitement and her flesh felt the need of a vicious beating almost as if she could feel the pounding already.

"What are we waiting for?" she hissed wildly. "There's no sense in prolonging this contest. Let's find out once and for all, who is the better of us all!"

"Yes, yes, let's get to work," hissed Nola, now. "I want to show you people what being punished is all, about! I want you to see how one can thrill to their agony and humiliation. I'm ready, are you?"

There was a harsh, whispering murmur around the table and all eyes went to E.G. Talbot at last. The big man was staring impassively at them, his hands trembling as if he were about to lash out at all of them.

"All right," he whispered softly. "Let's begin!"

They drew lots for who would go first. Maggie waited breathlessly, a surging fear and excitement mingling in her body and mind. As the numbers were revealed, she wanted to scream with delight at the results.

Nola and Winston would be the first couple to perform. Luckily, for Maggie and Dashiell, E.G. and Laurel would go next. She and her husband, would have the last act to perform. Already, the young woman felt her confidence building.

She smiled coolly across the table at Winston and Nola, the other two returning her smile with angry glares. The woman turned to her husband and nodded her head, determinedly, as she rose from her chair.

"Let's show them, darling," she hissed. "Let's show them just what pleasure is all about!"

Nodding abruptly, but nervously, the man got to his feet. His wife led him out into the garden, chuckling to herself as they reached the rose bushes. She turned and smiled coldly at the rest of them, now.

"Tell them what a pig I am, darling," she hissed to her husband. "Tell them how much I deserve to be punished in the worst way possible!"

Gulping, the man glanced back at his father and the rest of them, and nodded grimly. "You're a bitch, all right," he said, his voice quivering as he forced himself to speak the words. "You're worthless scum, and you need to be taught a lesson!"

"I know, my love," she murmured softly. "And I'm going to take the painful punishment I deserve! In fact, I shall begin my punishment myself!"

She thrust her hand into the rose bush, gasping as the thorns tore her flesh. The wicked spikes cut into her skin and she moaned in pain as she grabbed hold of one, long vine.

She pulled wildly on it, then, tearing it from the earth, even as the pointed barbs of the vine drove deeply into her palm. The blood was already dripping from her torn hand as she handed the vine to her husband, carefully.

"You see," she said to the rest, wincing as tile pain throbbed in her hand, wildly. "You see how eager I am to endure the punishment, now?"

The others were staring at her intently, now, watching with a singular fascination as she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the ground, then quickly slipped out of her skirt and panty hose.

Her pudgy body was trembling with excitement as the smiled at her husband and beyond him, to the others. "I am eager for his discipline," she whispered softly. "I can not wait for him to begin."

Her breasts swayed from left to right, the nipples pink and growing even as the excitement rushed through them, now. She glared at her husband, hissing, in a cold, ruthless voice to the man, now.

"Beat me, darling, punish me for offending you with my arguments at the table," she moaned. "Do it; now, darling, do it, now!"