Mom and I sent Dad to the nearby drug store for sunblock, something we'd been running short of. We looked on as he got dressed. I couldn't stop smiling, in fact I was on the verge of bursting out laughing, as I watched him go about it. The brown film on his nose fascinated me.
"Get moving, shit-nose." I said, and Dad began to hurry. His foot got tangled in his pants leg and he stumbled.
"Did you hear your daughter, you moron? She said 'get moving', not 'fall over' ". Mom said, giving him a kick that sent him stumbling again. This time, he fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry, dear. I shouldn't have hurried." Dad said. He was blushing, and I could see beads of sweat forming on his upper lip.
"If anyone asks what that is on your nose, you tell them you've been nuzzling your wife's asshole. Understand me?" Mom continued, standing over him.
Dad struggled to his feet, finally getting his pants on, and securing the belt.
"I will, dear." he said.
"Let's roleplay it," I said. "just to be sure you get it right. I'll be the checkout clerk.
'Goodness, Mr Carne! What's happened to your nose? Can I offer you a Kleenex?' "
I began.
"No, thank you, miss. I had my nose up my wife's asshole, and this is the result. I wear it proudly. I am a loser, a small-dick lowlife, and there is no higher honor for me than to display my inferiority in this way. Thank you for your concern,miss, just the same"
I could see through the front of his pants that old Dad was getting off on the exchange. Jeez. What a mess of a man!
"That stain had better be there when you get back, Robert. Do you hear me?" Mom said, ominously.
"Yes, dear", came Dad's meek reply. We sent him on his way.
Mom and I donned our bathrobes and went to the kitchen. I popped open a bottle of white, and we sat at the table to chat.
"So, Jen, what do you think, so far?" Mom said, swirling the wine in her glass.
Mom, I think this is a blast!" I said. And, indeed, it was the most fun I'd had in quite awhile. "I can't believe Dad is out there looking like that! I love it." I said, giggling.
"Well, I think he may get a few curious looks, but nothing more. Still, some insightful person might surmise the truth. And that, dear, is another area where we hold the reins. Sending him out in public like this. There's always a chance of him being found out for what he is."
"You mean, like, a loser?" I said, knowing full-well that's what she meant. I just liked saying it.
"Exactly, Jen. As far as any meaningful sexual relationship is concerned, being a loser is the high point for your father. Doing as a woman tells him to do, that sort of thing. When he gets back, we'll work on establishing your role. I'm sure he's dying to worship you."
"Okay with me!" I chirped. I definitely had developed a taste for seeing Dad begging. All I needed to do was stand in front of him and he would become just a big piece of pathetic putty,. ready to be wrapped around my finger. That much had already become very clear from our encounters up till then.
"First, we'll punish him for his mistakes. He knows full well that he's not to look at either of us without our say-so. And he's failed twice today."
"So," I began hesitantly, "the belt?"
"Yes, hon. I haven't shown it to you yet, have I?"
"Is it just for... you know, like, whipping him?" I said, and I could feel power and a beautiful carnal sensation flowing through me as I said this.
"That's what it's for. I'll show you how to handle it. It takes a bit of practice." Mom said.
"You have an eager student on your hands, Mom!" I said.
When Dad returned, we went back to the bedroom where he stripped and put his loser outfit back on, then knelt before us.
"Hey, Mom. Can we get one of those fake nose-and-eyeglass things? I think that would look hilarious." I volunteered as I appraised Dad. It was kind of like having a Barbie doll that I could dress up as I pleased.
"We can, and we will, Jenifer." Mom said, giving me a smile of approval.
"But for now, we need to address your father's errors. Why don't you remind him of what he's done." Mom said, then went to her dresser and removed a coiled belt from the top drawer. She unfurled it, and let it dangle at her side as she walked around Dad.
"Look at me, Rob." I said, and Dad raised his eyes.
"little Rob, little, little Robbie," I began, pointedly staring at his diminutive penis.
"Taking sneaky looks at Mom, looking at me without permission. You've been bad, haven't you, little Robbie?
"I'm sorry, Jen. I didn't..."
I was getting good at face-slapping, and the one I delivered then was perfection itself.
"That was a question, dopey." I said sharply, as Mom draped the belt over Dad's shoulder.
"I have! I have been bad, Jen!"
"That's better." I said,
"Kiss the hand that slapped you, turd." I said, holding out my hand to him. Dad immediately planted the softest, sweetest kiss to the back of my hand.
"When you're bad, what happens?"
"Your mother gives me a strapping, Jennifer. I often need it."
"Well, looks like you need it again, mister shit-nose." I said, getting into the role.
Mom chimed in. "This will serve as a tutorial for Jennifer, Rob. She needs to learn how to whip you properly." I came closer to him, and said in a quiet voice: "How does that sound, Robbie?"
"I deserve it, Jen. I guess I'm just a fuck-up."
"Ain't no guessing about it, Dad. You are a fuck-up for the ages. Kiss my feet."
Old Dad got way down and began groveling at my feet, kissing them.
"Good boy. That's my Robbie. That's my Dad." I said appreciatively. He really could be very tender!
"Okay. Get up." I said. "Your wife is going to show me how to use that belt on you."
Dad got up, his pitiable little penis pointing to the ceiling. Boy, this was going to be good. "Go to the closet." Mom said, and Dad scampered over to it. The door was open. He clutched the side of the door with both hands, facing away from us. Mom approached. I could see Dad's knuckles turning white with the anticipation of the blows to come. Mom went to where she could face Robbie. She held out her hand with the belt wrapped around it.
"Kiss it." she said, and Dad gave the belt a fervent kiss. Mom went behind him and took a spread-legged stance.
"I've found this to be the best way, feet apart. It helps control where and how it lands." she said.
"Got it, Mom."
"Okay, then." Mom said. She rewrapped the belt around her hand so that the optimum length was free for swinging.
"About sixteen to eighteen inches, Jen." she instructed. I waited breathlessly.
Mom took a good swing, and the flat of the belt came down on Dad's right buttock. He flinched slightly, but otherwise did not move.
"See, Jen? Watch, if you come at him from the level of his ass cheeks, it will land properly. Observe."
Again, Mom swung, and this one was even harder. It made a great sound, too! Whack!!
"You've really got it down, Mom." I said, watching the two stripes emerge rosily from Dad's cheek. I walked to the side for a different perspective. Old Dad's boner hadn't subsided one bit. This freak was enjoying it!
"Does the whipping make you hard, Robbie?" I said with mock interest.
"Your mother... your mother... she whips me when I've done wrong." Robbie said through clenched teeth. Dad was definitely suffering in all kinds of ways.
"Yes," Mom said. "I keep him down."
Suddenly Dad had some kind of fit. He started crying and trembling. I tried remembering stuff from my first-aid class.
"I want to be ... I'm trying to be... good!" he said between sobs. I looked on in disbelief. "Robert! Control yourself at once." Mom seethed, and Dad started to pull himself back together. Mom rained down blows on Dad's legs, his ass, his back. But he had shut up.
We took a break, first duct-taping Dad to the toilet in the bathroom beside their room. We knocked out one bottle of wine while preparing our snacks. We were having a good old time! I did some impersonations of Dad when he was doing all his sissy crying and blubbering.
I fell to my knees in the kitchen.
"Oh! I want to be such a good little boy!" I protested, my body quivering with fright.
"And he does, too." Mom said., chuckling "He has the mentality, the vulnerability, of a child. Deep down, he is a frightened little boy. And that gives him a certain value in our circles. To have a slave who is so thoroughly weak and dependent is uncommon.It's like finding a rare mushroom. That sort of thing. That incident now, Rob just falling apart, that's the little boy living in a middle-age man's body. Those moments are the creme de la creme. It'd when I feel I own him completely."
