What Next?

I am writing to try to settle things in my mind for what comes next.

I am a 56 year old retiree on a disability from a large manufacturer. I sold my house and moved to the southwest after the accident. Thankfully I sold 6 years ago before the market tanked. I spent some time in Houston with my daughter before she moved to Washington state. Then I moved here to the same city as my son and family in December of 2010.

In January '10' my daughter-in-law went on a diet, she had been extremely attractive before two children and weight gain. I had a sideline when I was back East, a hypnosis clinic that I ran out of my home. My wife was my biggest booster, but cancer got her six years ago, and I stopped completely at that time. I stopped doing a lot of things when she passed

My son, Andrew, told Becky, his wife, I could be of help with her weight loss. Nothing happened for three or four months, before she asked about hypnosis for weight reduction. I did eight sessions with her and her weight loss continued steadily instead of the loose then maintain she had been doing.

Then one day mid-summer I had spent the early afternoon on Literotica and was horny as I had purposely had not relieved myself when she called to say she would be late for our session. I had forgotten completely.

Somewhere about 15 -20 minutes into the session I did a depth check. She was a 32 on a 0-36 scale. This is a good depth for implanting subliminal suggestion without post visit conscious recall of the suggestion. I gave her the suggestion that, if at any time I embarrassed or humiliated her she was to, when alone, pull down my pants and spank me.

I don't know what came over me.

Time passed.

In early November I went to their house one Sunday for dinner. While there I said a local town councilor was stupid and bigoted. Becky disagreed, he was her candidate. After thanking her for the fine meal I kissed my grandkids and went home.

That Monday at just after three I got a call from Becky asking if I would be home for a while, she wanted to talk. I said "Of course"

Twenty minutes later she walked in the front door. She walked to the dining room table and pulled out a chair. She hung her coat on the back and turned the chair around facing the living room couch. I was standing n the middle of the room.

She then proceeded to tell me how I had made her feel with my comments about her candidate. Strongly! With a pointed and shaking index finger. I stayed in the middle of the room not moving.

Then in a firm voice she said, "Come here!"

As I got in front of her she reached out and grabbed my belt and stripped it out of my pants. It made slapping noises as it whipped out.

"Get those pants down and get over my lap!"

I had no control. I wanted this. I did as I was told.

Some twenty plus hard swats with my belt later I was told to go stand in the corner. When I was in the corner I saw a light flash. She was taking cell phone pictures. Then I was posed looking over my shoulder so both my face and ass were visible.

Then she grabbed my prick and pulled me into the kitchen. She knew where everything was kept there as she cooked occasional meals for us there. She went into the junk drawer and pulled our two zip ties. These went around the base of my scrotum and the second pulled as far away snuggled up against my balls. I was pushed up against the kitchen counter with my balls laid on the counter. She then went to the garage and got a hammer, which she laid next to my balls. She took more pictures. She told me to not move and went to the back of the house for maybe ten minutes.

Upon returning she grabbed my balls and pulled me into my office. There on my computer screen, as wallpaper, were the pictures she had taken.

"You will not remove these from your computer. Ever! They are there to remind you of what happened today and will happen in the future. And maybe even what might progress from these pics.

" I like the color of your nuts, but I do have to feed my family. So have fun trying to get the ties off," she said giggling.

"Oh, for the future, you will be free of all pubic hair!"

And with a solid slap on the ass, she put on her coat and left.

It was five weeks before she returned another afternoon. It has averaged out to be every three weeks or so since. This allows the bruises to fade. The docs put me on aspirin after the amputation healed. She no longer uses my belt but a wooden spoon from the kitchen. She says it leaves sperm shaped marks on my ass.

She continued to lose weight. One evening Becky showed up with a grocery sack which she poured out on the kitchen table. Panties.

"These are all size 8s. I no longer need them. We are going shopping for 7s." She then pulled up her skirt to her waist and told me to remove the ones she was wearing. This was the first time I ever got to see her bare butt, and so far the last.

We then went to my bedroom where she moved my t shirts in with my boxers. The empty drawer was filled with her panties.

And we went shopping. Kohl's, J.C. Penny's and Victoria's Secret were all on the schedule. A sales girl, late 20's, thought we were a couple from the way she kept showing me various styles and colors.

Her face got very red when she was told, "No this is my father-in-law. He'll get to see them some more when I spank his bare butt over my lap. But, he'll never see what's inside them."

I didn't know panties cost twelve to twenty-two dollars a pair. I paid for sixteen pairs, just over $300 after tax.

I was told to wear the pair she had worn to my house over my head until I woke up the next morning. She skyped me that evening to be sure I was looking out of the leg holes.

I am invited over for family Sunday supper every two weeks unless there's a holiday or something. Grandpa gets to see the grandkids. One Sunday in February during and after dinner there was a big storm. Andrew agreed with Becky that I should stay over the night. So my grandson Billy was moved and I slept in his room.

During the night I woke to hear Becky asking if I was awake. "I am now", I replied. She unplugged the nightlight and then I felt her weight pressing down on the side of the bed. Something brushed over my face. Then I realized that she was kneeling alongside my shoulders.

"Both of you get a treat tonight. Your silly son thinks that if he doggies me his pathetic little prick will go deeper. I can go deeper with my little finger. But he does like to see my butt bounce when he thrusts. What a twit!

"Now you get the treat of cleaning his spew out of my pussy. Lap it up! Clean it all out! And I'd better cum at least twice!"

It was pitch dark, I never got to see anything. But Gawd did she taste good, and smelled even better.

The first weekend of May this year I ate Sunday dinner at their house. The atmosphere was very tense with Becky and Andy sniping at each other. I was afraid to say anything.

That Monday Becky came storming in at two o"clock stating she had almost two hours and I had better be ready quick. She can do that as she is a mortgage loan officer and is frequently out of the office. That day I received a 50 count strokes and was stood in a door frame and told to spread my legs and hold the top of the door frame. WHAM! I was kicked in the nuts! While I was down on my hands and knees I was kicked twice more. I did everything but puke.

All the time she was yelling about how I had produced such an idiot son. A "pencil dicked, four and a half inch long wimp who wouldn't ask for a raise" And it went on and on for about an hour and a half.

Just before she put back on her slacks and heels she told me to kneel. She turned and pointed out her birth control patch on her hip. "Kiss it as it is the only thing that is keeping me married to your asshole son" And I did.

Two weeks later she showed up at ten thirty one morning. After I finished stripping she grabbed both nipple rings she had had me insert after I'd had them pierced. She took them in hand.

She twisted, squeezed, pulled and bit my tiny nipples. She was on her way back to work after a mammogram. Then my balls were squeezed. She pulled them back between my legs and walked pulling me around the house backward

Oh, Becky is now a perfect size 6.

What this all leads up to is—my youngest, Marsha, called yesterday. She needs to move back in ASAP. She is gay. She is very friendly with Becky, they are 8 years different in age. She is putting everything into storage. She is driving out from Philly and hopes to arrive next Tuesday, her 23rd birthday.

WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW??!