Blythe needed a cheap room to rent when she came to town to attend Buttermilk State University.
There were three boys living there, all college students, and though they looked like hard customers, they seemed to do excessive chores around the house.
One boy, J-Dog, told her, "I moved out of the dorm and I'll never go back.
Blythe, I been here a year and a half now. Della is good people."
Della was a gorgeous, though tough looking blonde, and it had been a mystery to Blythe what she had in common with Specs, her short, chunky husband with the Woody Allen glasses.
Della had asked her to do was check the kitchen after Specs had cleaned it the first night, and tell her if he'd neglected anything.
Weirdly, Specs had cleaned the entire kitchen until it was sparkling, but he'd left one cup in the sink. Blythe, leaning back on the wall in her hot little leather flight jacket had said
"You just forgot one cup, Mr.Reneau, you want me to wash it and put it away?"
But Specs had smiled, and told her to report the EXACT condition of the kitchen to his wife.
Blythe had lived in a lot of weird places, but she'd never seen a landlady take her husband's pants and undies down and whip him with a sawed-off broomstick!
And then, incredibly, Della had said,
"Blythe, my arm is tired, can you give him a couple? I'd so appreciate it, and I know you must have anger to get out of your system!"
Blythe had gone to where Specs was leaning over the arm of the couch, weeping, with his pants down around his ankles, and his butt bright red.
"Are you sure, Mr.Reneau?"
But he'd nodded, and turned to give Blythe a flirtatious wink!
And this had irritated her.
The old pervert! So she'd taken up the cane and hit Specs Reneau thirty times!
He'd howled and protested, but he'd not moved a muscle...later, he'd pulled his pants up and helped Blythe with her college algebra homework.
But then later that evening, Blythe had sneaked out of bed, with the plan of smoking a joint on the balcony
But as Blythe had passed the Reneau's bedroom, she'd heard some crying.
Blythe had peeked through a crack in the door.
Della had looked up, and smiled at Blythe. "Come on in, honey. I'm just doing a little work with Specs here."
Specs was tied spread-eagled on the bed, quite naked, and Della was still wearing the tight little halter and jeans she'd been in since early afternoon.
She was running her pink nails up and down Spec's hard cock... but as he got to the point of orgasming, Blythe saw Della pick up the sawed off broom handle, and whack poor Specs right in the nuts...HARD.
Then Della had returned to her manual ministrations, and Specs had moaned and gasped...and as he became more excited, Della said...
"Hey Blythe, if you'd like a little pleasure, you can mount Spec's face...it's quite a fun time, at least in my opinion."
By the time Blythe went to bed she no longer needed to smoke a joint to feel good. She felt GREAT.
The next morning, Blythe had come downstairs, stretching lazily.
The boys had been off riding the motorcycles, (It was a Saturday) and Della and Specs were finishing breakfast.
"Do you want something, Blythe?" Specs had asked, touching Blythe's arm affectionately. "I can make you an omelet, Belgian waffles, pancakes..."
Blythe had neglected to put on anything except for a short Britney Spears T-shirt, and she reached up and gave Specs a deep neck kiss, which Della noted with amusement.
Blythe had then reached down and grasped Specs's crotch and rubbed his penis through his pajama pants for just a moment or so.
This before pulling back, giggling to herself as she watched her foster father staring at her nipples boldly hanging braless in the concert T-shirt.
"Whatever you think I need, Specs."
And then Blythe gave Della a hug, too...and this was the first time she'd ever hugged one of her authority figures!
"When you finish breakfast, make sure Specs cleans up, Blythe. And get him to straighten the living room; as well...I have to go see my boyfriend."
Blythe didn't miss the pained look on Specs's face as Della made this pronouncement. "
And if he does a good job, you can let him have his Special Reward." What was that?
After breakfast, Blythe watched as Specs cleaned the kitchen, and then, after she pointed to the vacuum, Specs went to work in the living room...
Yes and after that "I want you to clean all my tops and pants, dresses and skirts, put them in plastic bags with mothballs" Blythe said, grinning.
Finally Specs was finished with all the chores, and then Blythe slipped her panties off, and lay back on the couch, spreading her legs.
"Give me a little pleasure...c'mon you faggot!"
Specs licked and sucked Blythe to several orgasms, and then worshipped her adorable little pink butt a bit as well...
Blythe licked her lips and moaned and screamed...what a good time.
But when he was done, Blythe said "What's your special reward?
I guess I'll let you have it."
Specs smiled happily, squinting through his thick lenses at the beautiful twenty something.
He went to the closet and brought out a peculiar contraption—three strands of rope tied together.
Two of the strands had little sharp toothy clips, which he snapped on his nipples after taking off his clothes.
Specs pulled the third strand, which was attached to a small metal cock ring, around his scrotum and penis.
Blythe came up to Specs and began stroking his cock.
"What a cute little pecker you have, old man...so I get this, when your dick gets hard, it pulls on the nipple clamps? That's sweet."
Blythe rubbed the tip of Spec's dick and traveled her fingers up and down his rapidly growing shaft, and he began groaning as the weight of his bulging cock began pulling on the nipple clamps.
"And now let me get the other part of my special reward." Specs said, grinning, and went back to the closet, bringing out a fearsome looking black stick with six thick thongs of rawhide, each with a hook on the end. "This is called a knout." Specs said smiling.
"We bought it in Europe. They were initially used in Russia in the fifteenth century for flogging criminals and other offenders.
Would you use it on me while I pleasure myself?"
While Blythe fingered the knout, Specs knelt on the living room floor, and began masturbating, and as he pulled his penis, it continued to grow.
And of course as it grew, pulling the nipple clamps down, making him moan more, and his cock got harder and harder.
As he straightened up, the clamps pulled his testicles up painfully, and the fat little four-eyed geek gasped in crotch pain.
Blythe first stood in front of Specs and pulled up her concert T-shirt showing her full breasts and tiny, shaved pussy with all the vaginal piercings.
"Like this, Specs? Wish you could fuck me...you know you never will!"
Blythe toyed with one of her nipples, making it thick and hard, "Want to suck my tittie there, Uncle Specs?"
Specs groaned and gaped at the hot girl through his thick lenses, and continued to stroke his penis faster and faster, further torturing his poor nipples.
"Yes, more than anything, Blythe...you know I'd love to suck your nipples!"
Blythe smiled and rubbed her boobs together as Specs continued to choke his chicken.
"That's one tiny little wiener...sickening"
Specs's face turned red and he looked a little sad at the girl's words, but he kept jerking his dick hopefully.
As Blythe gripped the knout and walked behind Specs, he closed his eyes in anticipation of the thrashing.
"Yeah, Reno was a bad seed, but he at least had a big dick, and taught me a few things.
But what could you teach me, Specs?
You're just bad genes congealed baby...and I must punish you for wanting to fuck your little foster daughter, you bad man!"
WHACK! THWACK! SLASH! SMASH!
Blythe slashed Specs's buttocks, back and upper thighs again and again until her arm was tired.
Specs had an amazing constitution and didn't utter a sound as his punishment was meted out.
Blythe was quite pleased with the long bloody red marks and cuts from the hooks on the ends of the knout thongs, and their effect on Specs's back, buttocks, and thighs.
But Blythe heard Specs groaning and moaning.
"Are you close to cumming?" Blythe screamed. "Not yet you don't!"
She ran around to Specs's front and began using the Knout on Spec's penis and balls and soon Specs's dick was tiny again.
"B-but Miss Blythe" Specs begged, "My treat is to get to cum, now...please let me!" But Blythe was adamant.
She'd long noticed a pair of handcuffs on the coffee table, and she locked Specs's hands behind his back.
She got down on one knee and looked closely into Specs's spectacle covered eyes.
"It's not going to be that easy for you, you slutpig." Blythe said, smiling.
"I'm going to get up and raise my leg over your face, and I want you to lick me to some more orgasms.
Lick hard, and make me scream, bitch-boy!" Blythe raised her leg over Specs's face, and indeed he licked her again and again, and she was thoroughly satisfied within a few moments.
"Now then, I want you to lie on your stomach, and rub your dick against the carpet...and I'll keep you dancing with the Knout for a while...how's that?"
And she whipped Specs harder with the Knout as he ground his dick against the carpet.
Finally there was a low moan, and Specs had finally made a mess, and of course then Blythe took him by the back of the neck and made him lick it all up!
She really thought the whole foster care experience was just getting so much better!
But life got even MORE interesting.
One day, she overheard Della telling J-Dog that a B wasn't good enough...
Apparently J-Dog, who Blythe had remembered as barely being able to read, had graduated valedictorian of his high school class and was now a straight A student at Buttermilk Falls Junior College.
Yes... all since living with Della and Specs!
J-Dog still sported green hair and wore Black Sabbath T-shirts, and had a LOUD motorcycle, but was a diligent student.
Apparently not diligent enough, because Della was mad at him, and wouldn't give him something he desperately wanted.
"P-please give it to me, Aunt Della." J-Dog begged.
"I've been trying' so hard. I got A's on all my quizzes until now—"
