Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

Next Sunday, though, they would be models of propriety and, if they could arrive early enough, would sit in the front row so that the pious man could look at Faith while he preached the sermon.

“It will be a ball-breaking laugh for all of us,” Harry laughed uproariously.

“Oh, Daddy, I can't wait until he sees me sitting there in the front row,” Faith giggled.

For the remainder of the week, Faith's seduction of the churchman remained the prime topic of conversation in the household.

On Sunday, bright and early, the family was dressed and on their way to church. They arrived early indeed and would have walked directly into the church if Elizabeth hadn't stopped them by catching her breath and tugging at Harry's sleeve to get his attention.

Near the entrance to the church was a board listing the name of the minister, the hours of services and the title of the sermon for this Sunday.

It read, simply, “Have Faith.”

There was a moment of silence. Then all four of them erupted into gales of laughter.

“Oh, this is too much,” Harry said, his voice choked with gusts of laughter.

“Careful, Daddy, or you'll truly break your balls laughing,” Faith laughed merrily.

“It's worth broken balls to read that sign,” Harry laughed.

Pausing to draw breath, Harry looked in toward the door of the church just in time to see the minister ducking for the sanctuary inside.

“Damn it,” Harry muttered under his breath to Elizabeth. “Now that he knows that we're all in on it, I'll wager that he won't go through with it.”

“You just might be right,” Elizabeth agreed.

“Oh, I hope you're wrong, daddy,” Faith said.

As if acting on impulse, Harry walked toward the side of the church. He was not at all surprised to see the reverend scurrying for the safety of the manse. It was Harry's confirmation that the curate would take the service today and would deliver the sermon. Since Harry felt that the reverend had broken faith by backing out of the sermon he had promised, Harry saw nothing wrong with taking his family home without even entering the church.

“Damn coward, that's what the reverend is,” Harry muttered, angry because he had been cheated.

During a leisurely lunch, Elizabeth regaled the others with another lurid account of what she had seen and heard while she and Clyde had watched the man of the cloth getting out of his cloths and into Faith. It provided for a meal of great gaiety.

“If he lights a candle tonight, I can't blame him,” Elizabeth said. “Faith wore out the big candle between his legs. He'll have to light a candle to it.”

“He was a glorious fuck, though,” Faith said, “even if he turned out to be too cowardly to give his sermon.”

It wasn't surprising, all things considered, that Harry should decide on a quiet afternoon at home for his family. To ensure a sense of fair play, lots were drawn for the first partners. The draw gave Faith to her brother. Elizabeth and Harry would pair off.

“I'm going to fuck your brains out,” Faith whispered to her brother.

“You'll never drain my cock of cream,” Clyde snapped back.

“I've done it before and I'll do it again,” Faith boasted to her brother as she gave his cock a friendly feel with her hand through his trousers. “When I get done with your tool it'll be little and soft. It'll droop its head in shame and I'll still be ready for more.”

“Never,” Clyde said bravely.

So, brother and sister were paired and the father was paired off with the tutor. It would not stay that way. There would be switching later. That was understood by all. But the game would start that way. By way of change, they separated so that there was only one couple to a room.

Before leaving the children, both Harry and Elizabeth watched the byplay between Faith and Clyde. She already had her hand inside of his pants, and her hand was gripping and caressing his hardening tool.

“Faith has hot blood,” Elizabeth whispered to Harry.

“Hot blood? I'll say. She's really cock-crazy, that daughter of mine,” he laughed.

“She certainly is. Look. She's got Clyde's cock out of his pants already.”

“By the way in which she is holding Clyde's cock, I'd say that Faith has things well in hand,” Elizabeth laughed.

“Let's leave them to their fucking while we adjourn to have ours.”

Before finally adjourning to the master bedroom, Harry asked Elizabeth to fetch her newest strap. The sudden gleam in her eyes told him that she was all in favor of what he had in mind. She knew that she would be the stern mistress. And, she knew that Harry would be her naughty little boy who would require to have his arse well strapped and would then willingly carry out any order that she gave him.

As Harry waited for her in the bedroom, he was no longer the head of the household. His mind carried him back over the years, far back to the time when he was a curious boy who, with his friend, waited in a closet to see a girl being spanked by her mother.

Again he would be caught by a stern woman who would undress him, take him over her lap and spank him until he cried loudly for mercy and was willing to do anything she demanded.

Waiting, he reached down the front of his pants and felt the throbbing desire that had already built up. His penis was rock hard just at the thought of what was to come. He began to stroke it through the cloth and was still doing so when Elizabeth entered the room with the leather strap dangling from her right hand.

Harry gave a strangled gasp of passion as he saw her. Her face wore an expression of complete dominance. She was teacher, mother and queen at the moment and he was her absolute slave.

“So, you naughty boy,” she commanded in a stern tone, “I've caught you playing with your bird again have I?”

“Oh no, Miss,” he defended himself instinctively as a lad would have done under the circumstance. “I was just itchy and scratching myself.”

“It that so?” she sounded unconvinced. “I shall just check to see if you are telling the truth.” Dropping her strap to a chair beside her, the woman bent and began to open the front of his trousers. Having seen the bulge there, she well knew what she would find. Her hands were smooth and efficient and a moment later, she withdrew the stiff throbbing cock which she gripped firmly.

“You denied that you were playing with yourself, you naughty boy. What would you call this thing I have in my hand? I see that you are not just a dirty little boy who plays with his bird until it gets hard, you are also a liar, for that, you are going to be punished.”

“How are you going to punish me, Miss?” he asked in a sniveling tone. “Are you going to make me stay in my room?”

“Such a foolish suggestion,” she snapped. “I am going to take your clothes off, lay you across my lap and spank you very hard so that you will cry like a baby while your naughty bum burns like fire.”

“Please Miss, I'll be good. Please don't spank my on my bare bum.”

Her hands were already working on his clothes as she continued to talk. “You may snivel all you like, you bad boy, but your bare bum will dance under my strap. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Miss,” he sobbed. “Please don't spank me too hard. It hurts.”

Harry was naked then except for his socks which she permitted him to keep on since she found they heightened the impression of nudity.

His tool jutted out hard and straight, begging that she strap him even as his voice pleaded that she not do so.

“Now then, you bad boy,” she scolded as she sat on the bed in front of him, “you are going to answer some questions and for every lie you tell, I shall add another strapping. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed in a stunningly accurate portrayal of a little boy. “I'll tell the truth.”