Lara's POV
"This can't be..."
Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom.
Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering. But to Lara's surprise things had taken an unexpected turn.
She could hardly find any fault in any of the chores, she had expected the lazy masturbator to mess up somewhere but true to Jenna's previous words Cal had indeed completed everything almost perfectly. Sure, there were a few small imperfections but they were mostly due to inexperience rather than neglect. She could have pushed for a punishment for those, but her conscience wouldn't allow for such false punishments. She was a firm believer that people's hard work must be rewarded, especially considering her own life experiences. As much as she wanted Cal to cower at the sight of her, holding her belt, she didn't want to come off as fake and forceful.
Cal had worked hard to please and Lara didn't want to negate that, rather she wanted to encourage him. The reward was a carrot as opposed to her belt which acted as the stick.
'I guess he does deserve some care and affection, too much humiliation and punishment might end up breaking him the wrong way or turning his feelings into true hatred.'
"I told you, Cal's a perfectionist. He never does any work half heartedly. That's one of his very few winning qualities that I admire.
Cal let out a muffled protest at his mom's dig about him having 'very few' winning qualities.
"Hush dear, the women of the house are talking. I'm not wrong here and many people will back me up on it. Now stay quiet like a good servant unless you want to have something more stuffed in your mouth."
Cal turned his head away but stayed silent till the end of the inspection.
"No fair Jenna, I thought you were on my side in this. Now he'll cruise through the week of chores without any punishments."
Cal let out another burst of muffled mumbles. Probably to say that Jenna was a neutral party.
"Hush slave, don't get cocky just because you escaped your chores, there's still a few pending from this morning. You'll feel my belt on your ass pretty soon."
Cal shuddered a bit and made begging noises at his mom.
"Don't look at me, it's up to her. I am neutral in this, but I am leaning towards her since she's the victim here. Also, all this talk about taming you and your ego and making you respect women has me partially convinced. I've left you too unrestrained, even when you were disrespectful to me sometimes in the past. It's about time that stopped. Any form that takes, I'm willing to go along."
Cal looked speechless at his mother's declaration. Lara moved behind Cal and cut him loose before leaning forward and whispering in his ear.
" I'm not going to deny you what's yours, so... Good Job slave. You can expect a nice reward at the end of the day once Jenna turns in."
She ruffled his hair a bit making Cal swat her hand away while blushing.
"Moving on, I believe there's still the matter of dinner left. I'm starving so serve us slave, we, your mistresses will eat first, then you can have dinner."
Cal had expected something along those lines and silently set up the dinner he had cooked up.
He removed the lid and the scent of the steak was so appetizing that his mother was licking her lips in anticipation.
"Oh dear, you shouldn't have. It seems Cal has decided to take things seriously my dear Lara."
"We are still yet to taste it..."
Lara's feeble protest fell on deaf ears as she herself was being drawn in by the heady aroma.
Cal proceeded to cut a share for each of them before pouring some sauce and stock on top.
" Bon Appetit, mademoiselles''
Both the women didn't wait long before digging into their food, relishing the juicy meet and the tasty stock.
There was hardly any conversation other than for Lara to have Cal kneel under the table and pamper their feet.
"Massage our feet while we enjoy dinner slave. I expect to feel a few kisses and some sucking while you are at it."
"Oohh, me first, as the mistress of the house I demand it."
Cal was reluctant to do something like that with his mother of all people. He could justify doing it with Lara as she was close in age to her and the sexual tension was palpable but acceptable. But it creeped him out a bit to do it to kiss and lick his mother's feet.
Jenna, having noticed his awkwardness, grabbed his hand and had him kneel down next to her. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look up into her eyes.
