Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

Clyde learned quickly to play the dominant role. The nervousness which could have hampered him melted fast when he thought of the lovely, mature bum that would soon be on his lap and growing red and hot under his spanking hand as she kicked, cried and pleaded with him as he and his sister had so often done.

But even as he played his role well, she was a great actress. She even shed real tears as she begged the pretended policeman first not to take her to jail, then not to spank her too hard on her tender bum.

Gaining confidence as he went, Clyde was soon looking at her nude body as she stepped out of her last remaining garment and walked reluctantly, brushing tears from her eyes to lie across his waiting lap.

It was a lap with a difference though, since he had already taken out his erect penis and kept it waving to her like a beacon calling her home.

He had difficulty controlling his emotions as the beautiful woman draped her nude form across his thighs and arched her softly curved bottom toward him.

Before beginning to spank her, he rubbed his palm caressingly over the perfectly matched slopes and felt the silk tingle under his hand. Remembering that he was supposed to continue playing his role, he began to scold her again. As he did, he patted the cheeks lightly as a preview of the spanking that was to follow.

When he could hold back no longer, he spanked a firm cheek and pressed his hand hard against it. The flesh jiggled and he felt his cock lurch wildly with desire that was going to have to wait until the woman had been well spanked.

The first few sobs escaped her and grew in intensity as he continued to spank. His hand moved from cheek to cheek and found each spank more exciting than the one before. Elizabeth was crying now and heaving her big, lush bottom wildly across his thighs as she anticipated each spank.

Both cheeks were now a flaming crimson and Clyde would have gone on spanking indefinitely except that his tool told him it was out of the question. It had held back as long as it could and was now on the verge of exploding unless something was done about it.

With one hard spank on each cheek, he rolled the woman off his lap and turned toward her, his throbbing cock demanding attention.

“Suck me,” he almost screamed. “Take it in your mouth and suck it until it pours cream deep into your throat.”

When she hesitated, Clyde reminded her that if she didn't, there was another, harder spanking coming to her. It was threat enough.

Fumbling blindly through her tears, Elizabeth took the hot, hard meat into her hands and guided it to her mouth. Her lips parted just before it arrived, her tongue licked them to add a film of moisture, then he felt the warm mouth wrap around the head as she pushed it more deeply into her month.

He had been sucked off before, but this time, her mouth felt more like a wet cunt than any mouth he had ever known.

“That's the way to do it,” he barked. “Suck my cock for all you're worth,” he said. “Draw deeply on it.”

Whether it was mouth or cunt, though, the effect was the-same. Her hot, charging lips surged wetly up and down his hard shaft. His cock was tingling as her teeth scraped over his swollen, sensitive flesh.

“Oh, suck it, that's the way,” he cried out wildly as his fingers tangled in her hair.

Her head bobbed furiously as she knelt to her task. The suction of her lips was driving the boy out of his skin. His arse bucked mightily, driving his cock in and out of her clinging lips in rhythm with the bob of her head.

He was fucking her wildly in the mouth, and her mouth was lip fucking his cock back with hot fervor. Her tongue curled and licked as her lips bobbed as they tightly Encircled his throbbing shaft. She was an artist. Clyde's body was trembling as he felt her sucking avidly, completely capturing his driving prick with her surging lips.

Now he didn't feel as if he were fucking her in the mouth. It felt more as if his cock was being fucked by her lips. They were raping his slick, swollen prick.

“Suck, suck, suck!” he streamed.

All too soon he felt himself bracing to give her everything he had. But he didn't have to give. She would take it all with those sucking, surging lips. Her lips wrapped even more tightly around his pulsing shaft. She sucked harder. He felt the first wave of the explosion breaking over him as his cock poured forth its cream.

He filled her mouth so much that some of the fluid trickled out and around the corners of her lips and poured down the shaft of his pecker. Most of the emission stayed where it was supposed to be, though, and he watched the smooth motions of her throat as she swallowed it all. Every drop of it.

Spanking, Clyde realized, was going to become a very important part of his life in the future.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

Considering his reputation, it wasn't at all strange that Harry Brougham should find himself in line for an appointment to the bench. Having been an outstanding barrister for so long, and considering that his reputation was above reproach, it was only logical that when an aging justice passed on to his reward in the sky, Harry would be considered to replace him.

If he had taken an active role in politics, the appointment would have come as a matter of course, a loyal party man would be rewarded and that was that.

Still, such was his reputation that, political support or no, those with the authority to recommend the replacement kept returning to the name of Harry Brougham.

The usual tentative enquiries were made and Harry let it be known that he would be pleased to accept a call to the bench. Although the Whigs were in power at the time, he found almost equal support among the Tories who had a say in filling such appointments.

So impressed was Harry at the sacred trust that could be his, unless something went terribly wrong, that he put an end to his sexual games with his daughter and Elizabeth. While he didn't insist that they too, turn over a new leaf and become as moral as he, he hinted strongly that they should be circumspect in their lustful activities to ensure that no breath of scandal should fall on the house. While assuring the man that they would be terribly careful in their conduct, the others went about their erotic action much the same as they always had except that they did not let him see or hear what they were doing.

“Be patient with your father,” Elizabeth coaxed the growing children. “This appointment is terribly important to him. After he has been installed on the bench, he will become the same man again and we shall return to our old ways.

For now though, let him think you nave become very moral and wouldn't say cock if you had a mouthful of it.”

Laughing, Clyde and Faith assured their tutor that they understood and would play the game she suggested. They did indeed play their usual games, but they arranged them so that Harry was not only not involved, but didn't even realize that they were going on.

In due time, Harry received a visit from the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Prawl. For all his dignity which he wore like a cloak, Lord Anthony Prawl was as dirty an old lecher as had ever pried loose a childish cherry or buggered a boyish bum.

When presiding over the courts of justice, he seemed to wear a halo, yet, when someone in the court, male or female, caught the fancy of his dirty old mind, he was not above opening his judicial robes behind the protection of the bench and fondling his amazingly agile tool while seeming to be the quintessence of British jurisprudence.

Arriving at the Brougham home late in the afternoon of a Friday, he was completely jovial as he prepared to spend the weekend with the family. Although Harry well knew that the man was there to look him over and see how he lived at home, the Lord Chief Justice made no comment to confirm this.