This is a work of fiction, something that trickled into my brain years ago, and I ignored, until I plotted it out, having seen that both BDSM and Incest is something that people seem to like to read. This story does not relate anyone living or dead, but it is partially and very loosely based on research I once studied while researching a paper on deviant behaviours.
While this story contains scenes of incest and incest content as well as BDSM, everyone in this completely fictional story, is an adult, over eighteen and I do not recommend any of the practices outlined in this story in any way shape or form. But it is based loosely on rules followed by a few outside normal society.
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It wasn't until four o'clock that Robert came home accompanied by two other men. One she recognised immediately as their lawyer, the one that helped them draw up their prenuptial. The other, a much younger man bore are resemblance to the older man.
"Mr Johnson," Joanne said, extending her hand towards him, as she felt the pit of her stomach drop in dread.
"Mrs Phillips," Mr Johnson replied shaking her hand, "This is my son, Eric Johnson. He is taking over my firm in a few years. He will be the fourth son or grandson who has taken over the business for the family."
"Mr Johnson," She said, extending her hand to the second man, who took it limply as if he was touching something unclean.
"I'm pleased to meet you," Eric said warmly. His face and eyes showed only friendliness.
"Can you show them to the dinning table," Robert said, grim faced. "I'll go get the children."
"Why the children?" she asked, knowing in her sinking heart exactly why.
Robert went upstairs and knocked on the boys room. Timothy answered the door. As always, when not playing, he was well dressed. Henry was in the corner facing the join of the walls, naked and was busy masturbating.
"Sorry to bother you young men and interrupt your activities," Robert said, "but we have a family meeting downstairs. As our family's legal team is dining room Henry, I would appreciate you get dressed much like your brother. "
"Yes father," Henry whimpered trying desperately to finish.
"I would suggest you wash up first. And later, you will clean the walls again."
"Yes father," sighed Henry, as he stood up and walked to the on-suite.
"Please make sure he dresses correctly Tim," Robert asked. "If you need to use either the threat of no punishment or no masturbation for a month."
"I already know what will motivate him most, Dad." Timothy replied, "Go ahead and get the girls."
Robert knocked on the girls door, and it swung open at his touch. Beatrice was sitting naked from the waist up at her desk and was busy wrapping ribbons around her breasts. Sally was studying a medical textbook at her desk. Lucy had headphones on and was dancing and twirling in front of the window.
"Young ladies,' he said, and Lucy switched off her player and stood still, her sundress settling about her legs. Sally looked up and slipped a leather bookmark in the textbook before closing it. Beatrice swivelled towards him giggling.
"Sorry to bother and interrupt you," Robert said, "but we have a family meeting downstairs. The family's legal team is dining room. Beatrice, I would appreciate you get dressed like your sisters. And no breast bindings, if you want some sort of confinement, try wearing a bra for a change. I would appreciate it."
"Yes Father," Beatrice said, looking down at her breasts with a sad look on her face.
"Sally," he continued, "Make sure she dresses correctly please."