Chapter 29
Sandy didn't know what woke her up at first. She felt her father's arm wrapped around her waist. Then, she heard it, "Sandy, Aaron?" It was her mother's voice.
"Mom?" Sandy called out, noticing her mother, who was backlit by the hallway light and standing in the doorway.
"Honey, wake your father up, and both of you get up. We have a task from Master."
Sandy felt a pang of joy thinking of it as she gently shook the arm over her body. "Daddy, wake up."
"Baby?" Aaron groaned.
"Mom says we have a task."
"Oh!" He said excitedly, hopping up from the bed fast. "Honey?" He asked toward his wife.
"Master Steven ordered me to make him breakfast in bed and wake him with a blowjob, and I have an idea that you two can help with..."
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The first thing Steven noticed as he returned from sleep was a mouth over his cock; stiff from morning wood. The next thing he noticed was a tongue licking his balls. And then a third tongue began licking his nipple. So as his mind caught up with what he was counting, he realized three tongues meant his father was doing something to him as well, which annoyed him a little after last night trying to separate himself from his father. But then he realized that his slaves likely didn't see last night the same way he did.
He opened his eyes and saw that the room was lit by the less bright bedside lamps. The first thing he saw was his sister's red hair in pigtails, licking his chest. Then he looked around her and saw his mother's red hair, also in pigtails, sucking his cock. Then finally, he saw his father's dark hair, in tiny 'pigtails', squeezed under his wife, licking his testicles. "That's nice," he said.
"Master!" Sandy said excitedly, jumped up off the bed, and then posed. She was wearing the schoolgirl costume that they bought at the mall. Then he noticed his mother was as well, and now that Sandy was no longer blocking his view, he saw that his father was as well.
"Dad?" Steven said a little confused at the sight.
His father disentangled himself from under his wife, jumped up, and stood next to Sandy, "Good morning, Master!" He was wearing enough make-up to make it noticeable, even in the dimmer light. He had the same outfit as Sandy, but the skirt's color differed. He had thigh-high socks, black low-heeled schoolgirl shoes, a very short blue plaid skirt, and a white belly shirt tied over his chest, and because the skirt was so short, Steven could see he was wearing white cotton panties as well. As he was hairless, with a thin frame, had a flat stomach, and a toned ass, he actually looked good; a little too good, as Steven was aroused for a second before clearing his head. Sandy was exactly the same, except the skirt was red.
"Morning, Sir," she said in a sultry, slightly baby girl voice as she wrapped an arm around her father. "We've been bad girls, sir. We might need to be punished," she moaned at the end of the sentence. His mother continued to suck his cock.
"Kat, stand next to them," Steven said.
She pulled her mouth from his cock with a plop and said, "Yes, sir." She hopped up and stood next to her husband. The only thing different about her outfit was that the skirt was green. As they stood next to each other, Steven's cock twitched looking on. His father's jaw was just a little too strong to make him 'hot' but with the make-up and outfit, he was close. Add into that two women that Steven literally had wet dreams about and it became incredibly sexy.
"Kat? Was this your idea?" Steven asked.
"Yes, sir," she said with pride.
"It's very sexy, but these were not my instructions, were they?"
"Not specifically, sir, but I did make the meal," she pointed to the side table. "And I was the one to do the blowjob," she said abashed, looking down. "The rest I thought you might enjoy looking at while you ate."
Steven swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked at his standing slaves, "kneel." They dropped down to their knees. Steven was too inexperienced here. His mother had followed his instructions, it was very sexy, and if he knew it was an option, he might have ordered it. But, he didn't know if his subs were supposed to follow his instructions to the letter, or if they were to anticipate their master's needs. Steven used his foot to lift up each of their skirts in turn as he thought about his options. He realized Sandy had provided him with an out here; punishment and reward in the same action, no need to confirm for his slave if he was happy or upset. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he said it with a slight smirk in his voice.
"Yes, Sir," Kat said with a shivering sigh. "I've been bad," she added in a higher-pitched baby voice.
"Red. Come here," Steven said.
She slowly walked over until he took hold of her arm and just pulled her over his lap. He was in total control. He flipped up her skirt and brought his hand down on her, spank! The first fell, followed by another. Smack. Smack. Smack. Three in a row. Not really hard, but enough to know that it had begun. Then five rapid-fire blows rained down. Trying to make the sting build up to a slight crescendo, making her squirm and creep slightly in response. His spanks followed her movements. Smack. Slap. Thwack. "Let's get these off," Steven said as he pulled her panties down her thighs.
He stroked her ass and kneaded her naked bottom. It was his to use. A rhythmic series of spanks followed quickly, with a slightly greater amount of force than the purely pleasurable ones. Then he picked up the pace; a half dozen more lighter blows.
"Oh, Master! That's so good! Please..." Steven could tell she didn't know if the plea was to stop or to keep going. The crescendo built up for the second time. She squirmed away in response and Steven stopped the spankings. He paid more attention to her rear end, as he massaged her butt in a very strong and controlling way. It was his ass to fondle as he saw fit. He brought his hand down hard three more times in quick succession. Her legs kicked out from their position as she tried to escape from the sting of his hand. And she slipped and ended up kneeling on the floor in front of him. He got up fast looking down at her. She rose into a natural recovery position moving back by her father. Hands on her knees and breathing hard, as she pulled her panties back up, looking ashamed at giving up.
Next in line was his father, this was the reason he didn't want his father to come to him without Steven making the call. He couldn't make one of his other slaves spank him here and if Steven did it himself, it'd be another line crossed. A choice he didn't want to make so soon after the last one.
Steven bent down and pulled out the sex toy suitcase, he opened it and pulled out a small paddle; about the size of a ping pong paddle. "Rexy Girl. Up here," he said. He knelt there looking at the paddle, breathing hard. Then he stood up and turned toward his master. "Bend over with your hands on the bed." He didn't hesitate for even a moment. Then spread his legs apart in the 'ready position' and placed his hands on the bed. Steven lifted the skirt, which caused him to look back and see the paddle for an instant, before, whack! The first blow from the paddle. It was harder than his hand, by a large stretch. After the first blow, another landed, followed by a third. Steven paused for a few moments then, smack. Whack. Slap. Rex's body twisted involuntarily from the force of the paddle. He was grunting from the pain. It took him a few seconds to recover and then he moved back into position over the bed. Steven lifted the skirt again, and then another swat from the paddle. Rex moved forward slightly with each and every blow. Whack, then thrust forward. Return to position and, whack. Jump forward and return. Rex started to shake and breathe deeply.
Steven observed him for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He still had the paddle in his hand as he motioned his father back over to his kneeling position. Rex dropped his head and whispered, "Thank you, sir." His body relaxed and his breathing slowly returned to normal.
"And finally Kat. Stand here." He said pointing in front of him. She rose and took a step forward. He grabbed her ass and pulled her forward until she was between his legs. "Were you a bad girl?" he asked in a husky tone.
"Yes, sir, I've been bad." Her voice quivered.
"What happens to bad girls?"
"They get punished, sir."
"That's right." He said as he reached under her skirt, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. "Over my lap." He said firmly.