Mike smiled to himself as he gazed at the bare ass of his Aunt Beth, unconsciously stroking his hard cock straining against the material of his running shorts. Beth was bent over the big oak desk in his grandfather's office, waiting for ten strokes from the switch that lay on the desk next to her. As he stroked at his cock, Mike reflected on the events that had led to this situation.
Mike, now a strapping nineteen year old, had been orphaned fours years earlier when his Mother, Father and Uncle Dean had been killed in a plane crash. Beth was Mike's Aunt by marriage to Uncle Dean.
After losing both sons in the accident, Burt Williams had taken his Grandson in to his home. A wealthy businessman, Burt had spared little expense in giving Mike the best money could buy.
Beth had gone her own way, but had turned up several months ago drunk, penniless and unable to pay her substantial gambling debts. Despite their previously turbulent relationship, Burt had felt an obligation to help out and so had taken her in under strict conditions. There was to be no drinking, gambling or bringing men friends to his home.
Mike had laughed about that last condition. He had heard Beth described many times as a "frigid bitch" and he had not seen anything to change his mind about that. Mike detested her and resented her coming into his life, always interfering and giving him a hard time just for the hell of it.
Finally he had come up with a plan to change the situation to his advantage. He had become aware that Beth was not abiding by his Grandfather's rules, so he had used some of his generous allowance to set up surveillance cameras throughout the house.
Last night he had hit pay dirt. His strategically placed cameras had recorded a drunken Beth arriving home with Bob Elliott, followed by sex on the couch in the living room. Truth be known, it had been closer to rape, but Beth had been smashed and in no position to say yes or no. It turned out Bob had been collecting interest on Beth's gambling debts.
His confrontation with Beth had worked out just as he had hoped. Still hung over and feeling ill, she had caved into his demands with barely a whimper. The scene from the previous evening played back through his mind...
Calling Beth into the study he held up the ripped remnants of her panties that he had found on the floor by the couch.
"These yours?" Mike asked politely.
"I...I...I..." she stammered, her previously pale face turning bright red as she fell back into the large leather chair.
"Perhaps this will help to jog your memory." Mike hit the play button, and the images started to flicker across the monitor. Beth rose unsteadily from the chair and peered at the screen. She gasped and held her hand over her mouth as she saw herself and Bob Elliot staggering in the door and stumble to the couch in the living room. As she watched, Bob pushed her onto the couch and knelt over her and ripped the front of her dress open. His hands pushed her bra up, exposing both of her breasts clearly for the camera, and then he grasped her delicate nipples and twisted them viciously.
Beth clasped her hands to her breasts as the pain seemed real all over again and tears blurred the horror unfolding on the screen. Now he was leaning back, reaching under her dress, grasping her panties and ripping them from her body. He quickly opened his pants and his cock sprang out, a short stubby steel rod, and he fell on her again pushing her legs wide open, quickly thrusting into her delicate, unready pussy.
She remembered the burst of pain that had accompanied the penetration of her vagina. Beth watched as Bob thrust hard into her, then shuddered violently and fell on top of her. He lay there for a few seconds then rose, cursing loudly as he zipped his fly and stumbled from the house.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and the room started to sway and she fell back into the chair.
"Its not what you think," she sobbed.
Unmoved by the tears, Mike kept a straight face as he struggled to contain his mirth.
"Not what I think," he said incredulously. "This speaks for itself. You were drunk and having sex on the couch with Bob Elliot. I also know that you've been gambling again and you owe Bob money."
"Please Mike, let me explain," she begged, tears streaming down her face now.
"No," he yelled at her.
Beth clutched at her stomach as the fear hit her. When Burt saw this he would kick her out of the house. She had nowhere to go, no money and no friends or relatives who would help her out of this jam.
"I don't need any explanation from you. Nor will Burt when he sees this. Your ass will be out on the street," he barked.
Beth recoiled as if he had struck her.
"You have treated me like shit ever since you came here. I hate you Beth, you miserable bitch and when I show this to my Grandfather you'll be on the street." He paused a moment, then in a softer voice he said, "However I am prepared to offer you a choice."
Beth lifted her head at the words. "What choice? What do you mean?"
"Well you could leave right now, or you could wait until Grandpa gets home and I show him this. I mean he might let you stay..." Mike looked intently at Beth for a moment, "But I doubt it, don't you?"
Beth nodded her head slowly in agreement.
"My option would allow you to stay here, but under very strict conditions."
Beth wiped her face and looked at Mike with wide eyes. "I'll do anything Mike. Anything. I know I haven't treated you very well, but I'll change, honestly I will."
Mike leant back against the big oak desk before speaking. "Well you're on the right track Beth. If you stay you will do exactly as I say. If you don't, Grandpa sees the evidence and you're on the street."
"I understand Mike. You will be the boss. I'll do whatever it takes."
"Its much more than that Beth. You will be my personal slut."
Beth gasped. "You can't mean that. It wouldn't be right..."
Mike interrupted her. "Shut up and listen," he said viciously. "This is not a debate. If you stay you will be my slut, my sex toy. You will do anything I want, whether it is sex or something else. If you fuck up you get the switch across your bare ass. If you refuse to obey me, you're on the street."
Tears were streaming down Beth's cheeks again. "What kind of choice is that?" she sobbed.
"It may be a hard choice, but at least you get to decide," said Mike, unmoved by the tears.
Looking at the distraught woman slumped before him, Mike said, "Well, make your choice."
Beth looked at him, defeat showing clearly in her demeanor. "I'll do whatever you want," she mumbled.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Just remember, you can change your mind anytime you like. All you have to do is pack your bag and leave. Do you understand?"
