Erotic fiction by David Stewart
Part 1 is here. Now read on for Part 2:
Two months later David was due in Glasgow on business. His wife asked, “Where are you staying?” and as David hesitated about which hotel she added, “Let me arrange your accommodation”. That night she telephoned her mother and during this said, “Anyway Mother, David is up on business next week and I thought he should stay with you so you can keep an eye on him for me. He will be busy most of the evening doing stuff for me anyway but will be company for you.” David’s ears pricked up at this. “Surely not?” he thought. It was not discussed further.
The night before he left that his wife asked, “Have you got your lines jotter?”
David said, “Surely not, as I am staying with your mother?”
“She knows David, she knows, and I think it will help your humility a bit anyway. I also should tell you mother and I have discussed at length how we each deal and dealt with our spouses and much as I was surprised I can understand her thinking, so be prepared.” The conversation ended there.
David started to dread that stay as he was acutely embarrassed by the previous incident and more fearful than ever of his host. The previous thrashing had never been discussed, although when daughter and mother spoke the question, “Are you still keeping David in check?” was always asked.
The arrival at his Mother-in-law’s house was just after 6pm. After a kiss on the cheek he was told, “You are in the upstairs back bedroom David. I believe you have a ritual with my daughter and that has to be maintained. You can write in the drawing room as I will also be working.”
The ritual was a text asking if he could write his lines. These were 200 lines of “The more I stay away the more lines I will write.” He then had to send a further text asking, “Do you wish me to write more lines Ma’am?” Depending on his behaviour, her mood or whatever she would text back a line and number, usually 200 more to ensure he was kept busy all evening.
David changed and received confirmation of his 200 lines and went to the drawing room, sat and commenced his lines. He was aware that his mother-in-law was watching frequently and after an hour she sat opposite him, doing some work of her own. David felt acutely embarrassed about doing the lines and often found his mother-in-law smiling at him. He instantly lowered his head when this happened, and, he was sure, blushed a deep red.
His lines complete he sent the next text and the message came back saying “200 lines ‘I must accept discipline in my mother-in-law’s house as I would in my own home.”
His mother-in-law asked what the text said. She smiled when the contents were revealed, remarking, “Very apt!”
They stopped for a meal just after 8pm and David continued to write till 10.25pm.
His mother-in-law inspected the lines and made comments about the number already in the jotter and pressed him on how he felt about lines as a punishment. She was rather picky, checking the lines. She discovered several errors and commented, “I don’t know if my daughter accepts these but I would not. You need to learn punctuation, spelling and proper grammar, my lad!”
She also confirmed David’s discipline had been discussed at length. This embarrassed him acutely. He had to admit that he found lines rather cathartic in nature and accepted his more submissive role to his wife as “part of our lifestyle.” He accepted discipline as “a necessary part of maintaining their relationship.” It was often a painful experience but he found himself talking openly to his stern mother-in-law. He felt drawn to her.
The fact she had confessed to thrashing his father-in-law over the years made David think “Like Mother like Daughter.”
During the chat she was no longer as dismissive of David. She was interested in what he had to say. David felt more at ease with her than ever before. That would change.
They had a glass of whiskey as a night cap and David spoke to his wife on the phone shortly after to say goodnight. His mother-in-law then asked to speak with her and the short conversation ended with, “Do you wish to tell him, or should I just go ahead?”
The phone was handed back with “Your wife wishes to speak with you.”
“Now David mother is going to be using the hairbrush on you so I want you to be respectful and treat her as if it was me. Do you understand me?” David said he did and the conversation ended with his wife saying, “And I think you have always wondered what she would be like thrashing you so now you can find out first hand. I think you are in for a fright!”
Mother-in-law, although not privy to the conversation, smiled almost sarcastically at her son-in-law. He was nervously anticipating his fate, as he hung up.
At 11pm it was announced that it was time to retire and matter-of-factly his mother-in-law said, “I expect you to come to my room at 11.15 in whatever you wear to bed. Knock and wait.” She then left the room.
David changed into his shorts and T shirt and wondered exactly what awaited him, although he had a reasonable idea. He knocked at the allotted time and got a “Wait!” It was five minutes before the door was opened.
“What did the line you wrote tonight say?” He repeated it for her. “Good I am glad you have learned it, now come over to the bed and bring that hairbrush with you.”
David took the hairbrush that was on the side of the dressing table and handed it to his mother-in-law.
“This was what I used on your wife for many a year and often she cried real tears over my knee. Your father-in-law also suffered the same fate and now you are about to as well. Now take your pants off for me, and your top.”
David automatically did as he was told, rather like a robot. He had an embarrassing erection. His mother-in-law smiled and tapped his cock with the brush. “A common reaction, but one that I will soon make you lose! Now what do we say?”
“Alison I deserve to be punished, will you do it please?” A rhetorical question if ever there was such a thing he thought.
“Certainly I will, David,” she said with a wry smile. David was taken over her knee and the hairbrush, so familiar to his wife, smacked down rapidly. The strokes came in rapid succession and every one burnt David’s rear. He was well used to being thrashed but this seemed harder and he was soon in real agony! He wanted to shout out that he was sorry. For what he did not know, but it felt like the right thing to say.
The spanking over, David was told to stand in the corner, hands at his side, while his mother-in-law tided the room.
“Now David you may retire but I expect you to be washed and shaved and knocking on that door for 7am sharp for a repeat session. You will be naked when you do so. Oh by the way, there had better not be any silly stains on my sheets OR ELSE!”
David could not sleep but he left his stiff, throbbing cock alone. He was well trained.
Showered and shaved it was right on 7am when he knocked on the door again. He was called in immediately.
This time his mother-in-law was dressed in her business suit and ready to leave for work. This vision caused him to have an enormously humiliating erection and the sight of the brush displayed on the bed made him even stiffer.
“Right then David, we will complete this today and from now on any time you stay with me you will get the same, whether your wife is with you or not. My house, my rules and my discipline. Understood?”
David shyly said, “Yes Alison.”
“I believe in disciplining males and I think you need it. But first I wish you to go to the bathroom, get some tissue and come back here.” David did so and when he returned the brush was in his mother-in-law’s hand.
“Now David I want this to be a proper lesson. We’ll do it the way your late father-in-law was used to. I want you to play with yourself till you cum into the tissue. Start now please!”
David started to do as he was told, feeling humiliated and confused.
“You see this brush is far more effective when one has no sexual lusting for it. The pain it provides is doubled when the balls have just been emptied. Today I am going to spank you very, very hard with this brush. I am going to send you home to my daughter with an embarrassing tale to tell her. You my boy are going to be broken today and from now on I think my daughter will be doing this as well!”
At that David’s cock spurted cum and the tissue was filled. David felt totally humiliated. His mother-in-law laughed. He feared what was to come. With no sexual inclination at all, he felt every bit the naughty lad about to be spanked hard.
“Now David, I think you have something to ask?”
“Yes Alison, sorry but I deserve to be spanked. Will you do it please?”
She sat down and covered her knees with a towel had David over in a flash. Soon the brush was working its very special magic. David could not contain himself and long before it was over he was shedding real tears. The brush kept landing viciously, blow after blow. His mother-in-law never appeared to tire of it.
“Naughty boys get a good spanking! Shout all you want David! This is just what you need and are going to get until I see you are learning to behave. Now you’ll see what a spanking is all about!”
Eventually the spanking stopped and he was allowed to stand. “You see David, at heart you are all just little boys.”
David replied, “Thank you, Alison.” The pain in his bottom was severe. Never before had he been punished after having spent his semen. It felt different, more like a real punishment.
She picked up the phone and called her daughter. She handed the phone to David. On the other end of the phone his wife was almost consoling and said “I knew what was going to happen. I’m sure it did you good. If my memory serves me well, that brush will have left a real message.”
“Yes Ma’am it has,” David admitted. The call ended and he handed the phone back to his mother-in-law.
“Now David, go to that drawer and bring me what you find.”
In the drawer David found a crook-handled cane. He winced, dreading what was to follow.
“This is what I keep for special occasions, when the brush is not enough.”
”Bloody hell!” David thought to himself. “When the brush is not enough?”
“I have never needed to use it frequently as it tends to focus the mind, once introduced.” He started to have some more admiration for his late father-in-law. “If you ever deserve this then you had better be ready for some serious discipline, David, because I can make any grown man behave with this. Would you like to sample it now?”
“No Alison, sorry, please not now.”
“Ah, so you wish to sample it some time?”
“No Alison, not really thank you.”
What a magical sight Alison was in her business suit, flexing the cane. Unfortunately, it was beginning to turn David on. He had another erection! Even more unfortunately, she noticed!
“How dare you show such disrespect in my company David? I have just thrashed you hard and long and you show signs of this!” at which she tapped the tip of the cane on his cock.
“You will get a taste today after all! Now over to the bed! Bend over and hold on.”
David moved over, his erection now going.
“This is a taste of what I am sure will follow. Six strokes for now but just consider what thirty six be like!”
The cane was tapped on his bottom and then lifted and the sound of a whapp followed by a stinging pain that exploded and pushed David forward. He yelled loudly and was almost immediately hit with the second stroke. “Ah shit!” he exclaimed.
“Tut tut, David! We’ll start again.”
David took six more burning strokes of the cane which made him cry like a little boy. Unlike his wife, her mother was very vocal when using the cane. “You need this David,” WHAP…”I will teach you to be respectful!” WHAP… “You may find the idea titillating David, but I assure you the reality is far from it,” WHAAAP. “I could make your father-in-law shed tears. He feared the cane and so will you!” WHAAAAP! He was used to his wife caning him, but this was something different. The cane looked thicker and darker, or perhaps it was the experienced hand of the chastiser that was making the difference…
“Stand and face me David! Not so aroused now are we now?” With his head bowed, David replied in the negative.
“I believe in discipline. Men benefit from it. That is why you are going to do what I tell you now, are you not David?”
“Yes, I will, I will,” he eagerly stuttered out.
“Good. Now you have two strokes left. Please ask me in a nice polite way to give you the final two strokes as hard as I can. Then it will be over.”
Obviously dismayed, and to the amusement of his chastiser, he said submissively, “Please Alison, please give me the final two strokes as hard as you can.”
“Really, is that what you want or are you saying that because I told you to David?”
“I am only saying it because you told me to Alison.”
“Good, that is how it should be! Now bend back over.”
The cane was tapped then lifted and a voice said “This will give you something to think about!” WHAAAAP…. fire lit his already seared cheeks and he yelled long and loud, almost a wailing sound.
“The only way is through pain David and think what thirty six will be like, and with my daughter watching next time perhaps!” Before he could respond another fearsome WHAAAAAP sound as the final stroke stung more tears out of him.
They parted for their two very different days. David, with a contented smile, eagerly dealt with the business of the day. He was even more eager to return to his loving wife.
He was indeed a very fortunate chap, even if the long drive home was uncomfortable. “Would she really give me thirty six strokes with that cane?” he asked himself.
Were he aware of what the future held, then he may not have been so happy. His wife and her mother were in discussions about the secret life of the marital home.
To be continued
Story ©2012 by Dave Stewart