Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

No one said a word for several long seconds. E.G. took another sip of, the wine and shook his head impatiently. "Well, do you admit I am master, or not?" he demanded. "Have I not shown you all who disciplines the best?"

Dashiell was smiling thinly. "Not quite, E.G.," he said at last. "You only showed us how vicious you could be!"

He pointed to his mother, lying on the terrace, moaning softly. "That proves nothing to me," he continued. "I learned long ago how cruel and brutal you could be when you wanted to. We all did."

"I am master," insisted the old man. "I have proven I discipline the best!"

Maggie laughed knowingly. "You didn't prove you lead someone into the beauty of punishment," she said pointedly. "You didn't show us that you could take someone to the moment of ecstasy with your discipline. She didn't appear to enjoy that at all."

"That's right, that's right," agreed Winston Talbot, now. "Mother hated every moment of it. She showed no joy of punishment!"

"Not as I did," echoed Nola, standing up and glaring at the man, now. "She can not merely suffer. That is not discipline, that is merely inflicting pain!"

Maggie came around the edge of the table, smiling thinly. "Discipline must be instructive," she insisted. "Punishment must teach a lesson, not merely hurt! I don't think Laurel learned anything, other than how savage you can be."

"You can not do this to me," the old man growled. "You can't play these kinds of tricks! This is my arena, I make the rules!"

"Then we shall show you how to play by them," the young woman said, grimly.

She turned to her husband who was on his feet, by now. He too was smiling, a cold, wicked glare that spoke of anger held in check, calmness in his rage. He walked over and joined his wife, turning her around by her shoulders, firmly.

"Have you annoyed me by arguing with Nola, Maggie?" he asked harshly.

"Yes, I have, master," she said, nodding. Her voice was utterly serious, with neither amusement nor fear. "I embarrassed you earlier, I know."

"And what must happen now, because of that, woman?" he demanded in a cold, stern fashion.

"I must be punished, Dash," she replied simply. "I must be disciplined for causing the disruption."

"Do you wish this punishment, bitch?" he growled, still quite in control of himself. "Do you desire this disciplinary action to take place?"

"Of course, Dash," she replied sincerely. "I must learn my place. Each time I forget myself, I have to be punished by you."

"What does it mean when I discipline you, Maggie?" he asked.

"It means that you love me, Dash," she said, an honest smile of affection on her lips now. "If you care enough to punish me for my mistakes, it means you love me very much to take the time and effort to do so."

"You would endure anything for my love, would you not, Maggie?"

The woman nodded gravely. "I can go through any amount of punishment, master," she said determinedly. "Nothing can sway my love for you, nor the joy I take in your discipline whenever you give it to me!"

He turned and smiled to the rest. "Perhaps you don't believe us," he said evenly. "Perhaps you don't think that this is real. But we shall show you how much our love is real. We shall show you, clearly, how much discipline my wife can take. How much she can suffer, and still please me!"

He turned back to the woman, now and hissed at her sternly. "Remove your clothing, woman," he snarled. "Prepare to be punished, and service me at the same time!"

Nodding meekly, the young woman unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it to slither down over her shoulders. Her firm, ripe breasts rode high on her rib cage, and her nipples were pink and taut with anticipation.

She unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside, quickly, then slithered out of her panties in a smooth, graceful dipping motion of her knees. In seconds she was completely naked, her slender, exquisite body damp with perspiration, gleaming beneath the sun overhead. Her father-in-law and brother-in-law gazed at her hungrily, her lovely flesh more enticing than they had imagined.

She turned to face them and they gasped at the view they had of her cunt mound, moist and slippery with juice, and her tits, bobbing delightfully up and down on her chest, now. It was obvious that both men yearned for her, and the idea thrilled and excited her as she saw the lust in their eyes.

"Since you all need proof of who the best master and slave are," Dashiell said, quietly. "We shall show you. Not only will she be disciplined as she services me, but you shall do the punishing!"

"I am going to take my master's manhood in my mouth, and suck him to a climax," Maggie explained. "While I do that, both of you can beat me with your belts as hard as you like!"

"She is in perfect control of herself," Dashiell added. "She will not pause for moment, nor cause me any harm, no matter what you do!"

The two men could not believe what he was saying. They watched, stunned as he pushed on her shoulders, now, and forced her to kneel in front of him. She went to the stone floor of the terrace willingly, and reached up, and unzipped his trousers.

"Come, begin your discipline of her," Dashiell said to the two men. He beckoned them forward with his hand. "Do whatever you wish, she shall not falter in her duty!"

Maggie had his trousers open now, and was taking his thick, long shaft from within them. She wrapped her fingers gently around the expanding rod, squeezing it as she held it in her tiny, delicate fist.

Dashiell moaned quietly as he felt his wife kneading his cock. Her slender digits worked gently up and down the length of the rod, squeezing and pinching his flesh in a careful, measured fashion.

Winston approached the kneeling woman from behind, shaking his head in disbelief. "She'll never be able to stand it," he hissed, pulling on his belt. "She'll quickly turn away, once I start hitting her with this."

"Do what you must, master," the young woman murmured over her shoulder, her fingers still caressing her husband's shaft. "You may begin my punishment whenever you like!"

Dashiell nodded, and as his wife cupped his balls in her soft, warm palm, Winston struck the first blow. She recoiled under the impact of the hard, wide belt striking her shoulder blades, and screamed softly as the first blow landed. Her body trembled with the pain that seared her flesh, but she did not stop what she was doing, only gripped his cock harder in her fist, and began to knead his balls with her other hand.

Winston lashed the belt he was holding viciously at her shoulders once more, and her scream of pain echoed the sharp, sickening crack of the leather kissing her flesh. She jerked with the pain she felt, but steadily moved her fingers up and down on Dashiell's prick, none the less.

She began to roll his balls over her knuckles as Winston cracked the belt as hard as he dared against her lovely, curved- buttocks. The wet smack of it greeting her skin was loud and vibrant in the air, and her scream of pain and ecstasy followed it at once.

"Yes, harder, please, harder," she moaned, shivering as the lingering sting of the belt remained her in fleshy half moons. "Ummm, the punishment is so nice, so very nice, indeed!"

Winston could not believe that the young woman was enduring the beating so casually. He brought the belt down as hard as he could, now, lashing her savagely against the base of the spine.

Her body bucked with the harsh power of his blow, but she merely threw her head back and sobbed, while she rolled the thick, hard head of her husband's prick between her thumb and forefinger.

Dashiell shuddered as the pleasure of her caress rippled through his shaft. He felt her nails digging into his meat as she ran her fingers back and forth along his rod, giving him a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as she fondled his growing manhood in her hand.