Emily woke up at 5:30, like she did every morning. It was a two weeks after she returned to Graham's ranch, and things had settled into a rhythm. The air was turning a little cooler as the Equinox approached, and topless motorcycling was out of the question unless the day was horribly hot.
Graham and Lydia were upstairs on a Saturday morning, recovering from a Friday evening's fun. That night, family was coming out for dinner and she was invited to meet the clan. Since the evening promised to be sedate and her hormones weren't satisfied with watching Graham dribble wax on Lydia most of the evening: she wanted to set up the automatic fucking machine for a ride. Ever since Trudy's visit and her submission to the relentless action, she'd wanted to do it again, but between work in Dodge and Fall duties around the ranch there was no time. She hadn't gotten any action since Trudy's session, when the fucking machine put her in heaven.
It took a while to get things ready. There was a chair she'd set up so she could maneuver everything just right, however the machine was difficult for one person to maneuver without a target. It was awkward turning on the goat milking machine, but when she did, they felt wonderful on her nipples, and fueled her desire to get fucked by the rubber dick. She took her place and moved the dildo in a out a couple of times, then realized to her dismay there was no way for her to turn the machine on from her perch, and when she tried turning it on first, she couldn't maneuver the thrusting arm inside her cunt on her own. She screamed in frustration a couple of times, but there was no consolation in the dim twlight of dawn, so she got dressed and sulked across the back yard.
Going back into the house, she almost stormed upstairs to wake them and demand satisfaction, but Graham was never in a good mood right after waking up, and Lydia didn't like the machinery. Showing wisdom beyond her years, she broke out the pans, raided the icebox and started fixing breakfast, figuring bribery would get her more than righteous indignation.
"Something smells good in here," Lydia's voice murmured as she descended. Graham was a couple of minutes behind her, and Emily had his coffee cup ready, knowing he wouldn't be able to deal with anything else. The older couple settled themselves at the table, and Emily turned the radio to NPR, which was their normal morning accompaniment. Emily served the bacon, eggs, toast and juice and the three of them settled down to eat.
Lydia talked about the news on the radio while Graham was lost in his early glower until his plate was empty and he'd had his second cup of coffee. Emily reacted enough to keep Lydia talking, waiting until he was in the realm of the living.
His face contorted and his eyebrows went up and three times while he snorted, which was his coming to reality ritual. The younger woman turned to him, and said: "Good morning, Graham. How's it going?"
"Fine, just fine. You tried to ride the fucking machine this morning, didn't you?"
"How did you know?"
He rubbed his eyes and nose before looking at her. "The spread you laid out for us: you want something, and I've seen you eyeing the equipment ever since that night. You need to learn a little bit about safety." Lydia giggled, and he shot her a dirty look. "I don't want anybody using it alone, not even you. I didn't set it up for solo use on purpose."
"But I figured everything out. . ."
"Hush, you didn't quite, or still you'd be out there letting it pump your cunt. When you came to stay here, you made a committment to live by my rules. This is one of them. You don't use it on yourself or anybody else unless I'm there. Understood?"
"But. . ."
"There is no negotiation about this. Take it or leave."
Emily wasn't ready to leave yet, so she shrugged her shoulders, sulked a bit, and dropped the subject. In Lydia's eyes there was a glint of sympathy, but Graham turned to his third cup of coffee and listened to the radio. Standing up, the girl decided to work her frustrations out on the dirty dishes.
Car Talk came on and after about 15 minutes, Graham was in a better mood. "After the show, I'll let you try it out, but it will cost you."
"Really?" Emily said. "What's the cost?"
"Smart girl, you've learned not to say Yes until you find out what you're agreeing to. Take 15 swats with the paddle and I'll let you ride the equipment."
"Five. You know I'm a wimp about being spanked."
"Twelve. I know and you're here to push your boundaries."
"Can I give some of them to Lydia if I do something for her?"
"Yes."
She turned to her friend. "What would you like to take some of the paddling?"
Lydia put her hand on her chin and rolled her eyes to the ceiling in deliberation. "I don't know, he's pretty vicious with that paddle. Don't know why you shouldn't take them all."
"I'll give you a back rub."
"Oh, I think I want a little more than that. Maybe I'd like to do something for you."
"Like?"
"What if. . .you let me play with your clit and body while you're getting jackhammered? I think that would be fun for me."
"Is that all right with you, Graham?"
He gave a short laugh. "I don't see why not. How many is she taking for you?'
Emily thought: "Five?"
"Done," Lydia said, "You can give them to me while she's getting screwed."
"And I think Emily should take hers first."
"Oh yes, Graham; I'd like to see that. I think we have a deal."
Emily shook her head a little bit. "I think this got agreed before I said yes, but all right. I'll take seven paddles to the butt. . ."
"Naked," Graham cut in.
"Naked, and then Graham hooks me up to the mechanical dick and the tit suckers."
"Did I say that much?" Graham wondered. Lydia gave him a look, and he shrugged his shoulders after a moment. "Okay, both. Then I give Lydia five swats while you're getting machine fucked. All right with you, Lydia?"
