Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

Meekly, the boy and girl, naked and no longer excited, walked down the long hall ahead of the woman as if walking to face the executioner.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

“What's the meaning of this,” Harry Brougham roared as the door to his study burst open and the two stark naked children walked in ahead of the stern looking tutor.

His rage was quite justified. Not only had the sanctity of his study been breached, but it had been done at the very moment when he was attempting to pull his trousers up.

His battle weary cock dangled limp as he hurriedly gathered it up and hid it inside his pants.

“You need not be concerned about modesty, Harry,” the woman used his first name for the first time in the presence of the children. “Wait until you hear what I have to tell you.”

In measured tones then, she told the man how she had caught them stark naked in the act of sucking each other off.

Harry was struck dumb at the enormity of her words. He couldn't bring himself to believe it.

“Here,” Elizabeth went on as she pushed Faith toward her father. “Look into her mouth, smell it, you'll find the scent of the boy's sperm is still strong there.”

Without even bothering to do as she told him, Harry knew she was telling the truth. His daughter had indeed sucked the cock of her brother. To his surprise and great shock, he was filled not only with anger, but with a frightening sexual arousal at the thought.

So often he had looked at the bared body of his rapidly maturing body while her arse danced under the cane or the birch.

He had noted then the womanly qualities of her in all their excitement. Now, the thought of her preferring her sweet little cunt to be sucked while sucking a stiff prick caused him to tremble.

As for his son, Harry felt jealousy as much as anything else. There was anger, it is true, but jealousy seemed to be even stronger. How dare the stupid, ignorant boy take from the girl what her own father had never dared. Clyde would pay for such daring, he vowed.

“They'll both be well punished for this,” the man almost screamed. “Bring whips and make them dance in payment for their evil.”

“Of course they must be punished, Harry, and punished well. May I suggest though that we should discuss the matter between us before going ahead with it?”

Sensing that the woman was in greater control of her thoughts then he, Harry nodded dumbly and, leaving the nude children standing beside each other in his den, followed her out of the room to find out what she had in mind for them.

Alone in the room, Faith and Clyde huddled together as if in doing so, they could lend much needed strength to each other.

Neither could even begin to guess how long the two adults were gone from the room. Time had become an interminable thing that could not be measured or even estimated.

From time to time, each looked at the nudity of the other as if wishing that it were possible to renew the exciting introduction they had begun in Faith's room a little while before.

But even if they hadn't been afraid of being caught again, it is doubtful that they would have. When nudity had been something they achieved out of excitement, that was one thing. Now, enforced to remain that way while a suitable punishment was planned, the magic was gone from it all.

When they heard the approach of footsteps and saw a movement of the door, Faith and Clyde looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how painful their punishment may be, at least it was going to happen and the terrible waiting would end.

There was a gasp of horror, then all was silent as Harry and Elizabeth walked into the room. Both were stark naked.

“Since you naughty children seem to take such delight in nakedness,” Elizabeth spoke calmly, with only a trace of excitement under the surface of her voice, “it seems appropriate that we be nude to administer your well deserved punishment.”

“Precisely,” Harry agreed. “It is our intention that the two of you remember this day for some time.”

As he spoke, Harry stared at the nude form of his lovely daughter. When he entered the room, his weapon had been stiff. Now, it throbbed and seemed anxious to leap at the girl.

Faith felt herself tremble. She had handled her brother's cock, had even sucked the rich juices of it and felt them bathe her throat. The one her father waved at her though was terrible in its swollen size and look of painful hardness.

Remembering how he had pushed the massive chunk of hone into the slit between Elizabeth's thighs, she felt a wave of terror sweep over her. Realizing how she had to force her own small finger to find a path in the hot narrow slit of her cunny, she sensed that she could not possible take such a thing into her without splitting in two.

“Now then,” Elizabeth spoke as it was clear that she was in command, “the punishment will commence. You are both going to be well and thoroughly spanked. Until further notice, you will be spanked constantly so that your arses will remain red at all times. Later, there will be a period of education for the two of you since you seem so interested in such matters.”

With that, the woman walked toward Clyde, took his ear between her fingers and led him to an armless chair. Sitting, she drew him across her lap and made ready for the spanking she was about to administer.

At the same time, Harry led his trembling daughter to the couch and draped her over his lap. This required a little more arranging since his erect prick formed a fleshy barrier to her body and had to be pressed out of the way with diligent care.

Fondling the buttocks she would soon spank, the tutor waited until Harry had positioned his daughter's sweetly curved bum to his satisfaction.

Exchanging glances and nods, both began to spank at the same moment. For a long time the room was filled with the clear, sharp sounds of palms spanking buttocks as well as the cries of the victims as they pleaded for an end to the spankings.

The spankings did end in time, leaving two young bums painfully red, but the relief was only a respite. Within the hour, both were being spanked again and their cries were even louder than the first time. In line with the agreement they had reached earlier, Elizabeth would take complete care of the boy while Harry did the same for his daughter.

At tea time, the four sat nude at the table. After one gasp of surprise, the maid accepted the situation as she moved around the table serving them. She easily saw why Faith and Clyde sat uncomfortable since the redness, kept alive from frequent spankings, glowed brightly.

At the end of the meal, there was another round of spankings before the four adjourned to the master bedroom where the promised education was about to take place.

The bed in which Harry slept seemed as wide as a cricket pitch so that there would be room for anything the two adults planned.

The time had come for Elizabeth to demonstrate her talents as a tutor although her subject and the manner in which she approached it could be considered rather unorthodox, to say the least.

While Harry watched with mounting excitement, his erect penis waving as if demanding a place to bury its thick head, Elizabeth had the boy and girl kneel facing each other with their knees spread wide apart.

Kneeling beside them, she began to lecture on both male and female anatomy, the differences and the purposes of those differences.

After fondling Faith's young breasts by way of demonstration, she turned to her own and had each of them take one in hand.

“Don't be bashful,” she scolded, “take the nipple between finger and thumb and roll it. You mustn't squeeze too hard, just hard enough to make it grow big and hard.”