This is a continuation of the story "All in the family part 1". It will make more sense if you start from the beginning.
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"Hey mom," Jodi said as we entered Mrs. B's kitchen. "What's for dinner?"
Mrs. B was Jodi's mother. She was in her late fifties and had recently lost her husband to cancer. She was having a hard time adjusting to living alone after nearly forty years of marriage so we stopped by for dinner once a week. After dinner I took care of her yard work while she and Jodi chatted.
When I first met Mrs. B. she was about forty. She was a MILF. She had a trim body with tits that a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader would envy. They were large and firm and still defied gravity. She was a looker; that was for sure. If you looked 'cougar' up on the internet, her picture would be there. Now, her hair had a hint of gray to it, her face was slightly more rounded and she wore glasses. Her large tits required a support bra to defy gravity and the forty or so pounds she had gained had gone straight to her hips.
I still considered her an attractive woman, but nothing compared to how she looked when I first met her.
"I thought we'd do some burgers on the grill and eat on the patio." Amy Baxter said. "Meghan and Brenda are stopping by too. Jim, would you mind being our grill master?"
"Absolutely." I replied cheerfully.
Meghan and Brenda were Jodi's younger sisters. Meghan was thirty. She was cute but plump. She was one of those women who always seemed to be trying a new diet. She did go to the gym regularly, but probably spent more time checking out the guys than actually exercising. She wasn't obese, but she did have to check out the plus section in the stores when shopping for clothes.
Brenda was the youngest at 28. She was hot and knew it. A natural blonde with long straight hair, she had that California look. She had a beautiful tan that she kept year round and had a tall, slender body that were adorned by larger than average boobs and a bubble butt that would give a priest an erection. She worked as a lingerie model and made good money doing so.
The girls showed up a few minutes later. Meghan looked like she had just come from work. She wore a business suit with a button up shirt and knee length skirt. One thing Meghan inherited from her mom were her breasts. They were gigantic and today she had partially unbuttoned her blouse to allow them to breathe.
Brenda was the tease in the family. She wore a halter top that just covered her nipples and a pair of spandex shorts that were shorter than short. I had a hard time taking my eyes off her crotch, and the camel-toe that she made no effort to hide. If she was wearing anything under those shorts, you couldn't prove it by me.
When she walked past to put something in the cooler, I noticed the spandex helped to lift and separate her butt cheeks, not that they really needed any. When she bent over, she spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist, giving me a view that made Mr. Happy jump to attention.
Dinner was pleasant. After eating I started on the yardwork while Mrs. B and the girls cleaned up. When I finally came inside, the girls were sitting with their mother at the dining room table drinking some wine. I heard a lot of giggling and noticed that Jodi had her cellphone out. When I entered the room everyone got quiet.
"Jim, grab a beer and join us." Mrs. B said. "Jodi was just telling us about the latest thing she read in Femme. The article was about spanking and how it improves sexual performance. She says you've been letting her try it on you. Is that right?"
Femme was one of the woman's magazines that Jodi read. A lot of the articles discussed ways that women could assert themselves, both in the business world and at home. It was one of the magazines she read that we often had discussions about.
"Well... ah..." I stuttered. "Yeah, we've been playing with it a little."
"Well, after seeing the pictures that Jodi just showed us, I think it's working." Mrs. B said. "You look pretty aroused in a couple of them.
"And your butt is awfully red." Meghan added.
"Yeah, I really liked the facial... you know the one where you must of just finished pleasing Jodi." Brenda said.
"You know I used to spank your father," Mother Baxter said. "Whenever he was bad he got a spanking just like you girls did. Only it was more severe than anything you received."
"Mom, you didn't." Jodi said. "We never heard anything..."
"There's a lot I never told you." Mrs. B announced. "We attended a lot of sex parties before you girls were born. Sex was uninhibited back then. There was a group of us that got together pretty regular. I guess what we did was tame compared to some of the stuff I read about now. Back then we used the word 'radical' to describe it. We'd swap partners and have orgies and experiment with ..."
"Mom!" Jodi yelled. "You... and Dad? Wow... Tell us about it...Please."
"There was one couple that we really liked to play with." Mrs. B continued. "Maureen and Jack were their names. Jack liked to be tied up and spanked, and Maureen was happy to oblige him. She taught me how to do it too. I'd practice on Jack while Maureen taught your dad a thing or two. Jack had a massive cock and a talented tongue. I enjoyed using him, but what I really liked was watching Maureen work on your dad. She really knew how to make him submit, and she taught me all of her tricks."
"You tied Dad up and spanked him?" Meghan asked. "...and swapped partners?"
"We didn't do it all of the time." Mrs. B replied. "It was mostly role playing. My favorite was pretending I was your father's secretary. He'd tell me to suck his cock or he'd fire me. While I was sucking him, Maureen would catch us. She pretended to be his boss and threaten to fire him instead if he didn't submit to both of us. We'd tie him up and pretend to punish him while using him to satisfy our carnal urges. There were other scenarios too, but that was my favorite."
"Occasionally, if your dad did something to really piss me off, I'd really punish him." Mrs. B continued. "I guess he submitted to them just like children submit to their mother's spankings; but he didn't enjoy them. In fact, he was always crying and begging for me to stop before I was done and he always promised to be a better husband after it was over."
"Why didn't we hear you?" Brenda asked. "Whenever you took the strap to us, everyone in the house could hear it."
"Remember when you visited my mother? That's when we had our discipline sessions." Mrs. B replied.
"I remember one time when she kept all of you for the entire weekend. That's when your dad received his most severe punishment." She continued. "I had planned his punishment for a couple of weeks. He had done several things that needed correction. I just kept track of them until I could make arrangements with my mom to watch all of you."
"...and." Meghan prompted. "Did his ass look like Jim's does in the pictures?"
"Yes, much more so." Mrs. B replied. "I had several implements I often used, and that weekend I used all of them. I'd usually spank him with the hairbrush to start. No warm up, just take him over my knee and begin. Then he'd stand in the corner while I scolded him. The strap or wooden paddle usually was next but he had bought a new paddle for me off the internet. I hadn't administered more than ten strokes when it broke."
"I was really mad." she continued. "It was a piece of junk. I told him he would pay for wasting money on such a piece of trash. I got out my trusty wooden paddle and soon he was crying. After spending some time in the corner, I continued the punishment with my leather strap. Back he went for some more corner time. I left him to watch TV while he cried like a baby."
"I made him do housework for a couple of hours after that." She added. "I'm sure he thought the punishment was over. After dinner I bent him over a chair and let him feel my Spenser paddle. It was made from oak and was about two foot long and an inch thick. He hated it. It had holes drilled in the business end to reduce air resistance and it really made a 'thud' every time it landed. He got three rounds that night, and I guarantee you each round made him cry."
"I always finished his punishments with a caning. Usually he got six strokes, but that night I gave him an addition four dozen; one for each dollar he spent on that blasted paddle. The next day I was still mad. I saw the broken paddle lying on the table and thought about the money he'd wasted. I repeated everything I had done the day before and made him do all of the housework naked so I could admire my work."
"Ouch!" Jodi exclaimed. "I bet he never bought anything else of the internet."
"No he didn't." her mother replied. "...but the sex that night was fantastic. I don't know if the spanking aroused me more than usual or he just felt guilty for what he did, but we spent a wonderful night together while you girls were at my mom's."
"We didn't tell her about the play parties, but she knew all about the discipline sessions." Mrs. B said." She wanted to hear all of the details so I made your father keep a journal and let my mom read it. I even took some pictures. The pictures are gone but I still get the journal out every so often and read it. It helps me remember what a wonderful man your father was."
"Mom, tell us more." Brenda said as the women sat around the table drinking their wine.
"Okay." Mrs. B said. "We didn't go to many parties after Jodi was born, and stopped altogether after Meghan. We kept in touch with our friends for a while, but eventually lost track as the years passed. The responsibilities of raising a family became the most important thing in our lives. Your father and I continued to role play at home every now and then, and I occasionally administered a punishment session when he did something to make me mad; just like I did when you girls were naughty."
"Things started to change when Brenda left for college and the nest was empty." Mrs. B continued. "There was a woman's group that I belonged to that met a couple times a month. Sometimes we'd meet for coffee or lunch and other times we'd play cards. Mostly it was a gossip session."
"We were at Rhonda Henry's house drinking coffee. We could see that she had been crying and asked what was wrong. She told us she thought her husband was having an affair. We tried to console her but wasn't having much success. Anyway, the subject soon turned to husbands and their shortcomings. After hearing all of the women complain, I told them I didn't have any of those problems and explained how I spanked your father. We decided that's how we would deal with Rhonda's husband."
