Katy sat in the toilet of her dorm room at her university full of anxiety and panic. It was mid-February, and the second term was in full swing, but she could not focus on any of that at the moment. Her legs pressed together trembling as she sat on the seat. She knew what she had to do but also didn't want to be burdened by confirmation of her fears. Her hands trembled in unison with her legs as she reached to the sink and took the small cardboard box and opened it....
<< Two months earlier >>
Katy sat in her car, stuck in traffic on the highway on a mid-December evening as she tried to get home for her first winter break from university. The pace had been crawling along in the frigid weather for some time but had long since come to a complete halt. No swearing under her breath or striking the steering wheel could make the cars in front of her move any faster. She sighed heavily and put the car in park and crossed her arms in disgust. At this rate it would be terribly late by the time she finally arrived at her parents' house. She would certainly miss dinner and end up having to settle for some drive-thru meal on the way home.
The conundrum in which she currently found herself seemed to be a fitting end to the month she had been having. In her naivete, she had overloaded herself with classes her first term. It felt as if she barely escaped the semester with her life. For the last several weeks, she seemed to be in a constant state of stress over her studies and final exams. Today was supposed to be the first chance for her to relax in the comfort of her old room, but the universe seemed to be dead set on prolonging her suffering.
Just as she was about to pull out her phone and stave off boredom, the line of cars inched forward enough to put hers back into gear, but not for long enough to make any meaningful progress. The lack of meaningful progress only added to her frustrations because what she really wanted to do to ease some of her pent-up stress was masturbate.
Katy had a bit of a dirty streak though she did a good job of hiding it. In fact, she did such a good job of hiding it that most of her sexual experiences at university left her a bit disappointed. She found they lasted far too short and were bereft of any imagination. After the first few months away at school she began to think that other girls must be completely fine with the brevity and lack of intensity that seemed to plague her own experiences. She was often left to take care of herself after the fact and that usually involved reading dirty stories with content that she liked or searching for themed videos. Katy would be the first to admit that her tastes perhaps ran a bit darker than most her age, but she also could place the blame squarely on her parents.
Katy had blossomed into a beautiful young woman by the time she turned eighteen early that same year. She stood just a couple inches over five feet, sported B-cup breasts that suited her curvy frame. Her brunette hair always seemed to carry with it a potent mixture of grace and sensuality. Her hips had a rhythm that could best be described as "hypnotizing" and her hazel eyes gleamed with a permanent spark that was part beauty and part mischief. She had several experiences with boys her age by the time she was off to college, but the true beginnings of her descent into fetishes began on a warm spring night earlier that same year. She had come home one evening from working at a nearby diner with her teen libido in full swing. It was a Friday night, so she was at the diner until closing and got home well past dark. Her mind was set on getting upstairs and into the shower to both cleanse herself of the smells and oils that come with work in food service, but chiefly to get herself off on the hand shower. The house was dark, and she walked up the stairs without a care or notice until she heard noises coming form down the hallway.
The noises in question were slapping and yelping, with the yelping coming from her mother. At this point, in retrospect, she probably should have pieced together what was happening, but at the time it didn't occur to her. She crept along the hallway as the sounds grew louder. Her father's grunts and moans began to accompany the yelping of her mother. By the time she realised what was happening, she was peering through the crack of her parents' bedroom door and caught an eyeful of her father spanking her mother illuminated by the street lamp that was situated just at the right spot outside the bedroom window to cast a soft blue light over the entire scene.
Most, at this point, would probably have averted their eyes and ran back into their room and try to blot the scene from their mind, but Katy was transfixed. Whether it was a result of her being a bit horny already, or if this was a key moment in her sexual awakening, she would never be able to tell. But the sight of her mother bent over her father's lap and being spanked like a girl that had been caught doing something very untoward burned itself into her psyche.
Katy lingered long enough at her vantage point to hear her father call her mother "a dirty little slut" and then finger her to orgasm while still laying across his lap before she finally broke her gaze and tiptoed off to the bathroom for a shower. She could feel the slick arousal building up between her legs as she walked gingerly down the hall, careful to miss any creaky spots in the floor. Once in the safety and privacy of the hallway bathroom, she furiously removed her clothes and fingered herself until she had, to that point, the most powerful climax of her life. In her most honest moments, she had been chasing that dragon ever since.
That began a personal journey for Katy into erotic literature and porn that centered itself around dominant figures, spanking, and consensual non-consent. Though not all at once, her descent into that world of erotica was steady and she found herself becoming more and more aroused the deeper she plunged herself in it. Unfortunately for her, those particular themes were not openly spoken of or addressed, especially by people her own age. She often wanted to sign up on sites where she could meet like minded people but had not yet summoned the courage to commit to it. There were also safety factors at play for a girl her age.
Just at the time her frustration was beginning to transform into hopelessness, the line of cars began to move steadily. She had texted her father that she would likely be late making it home and to not wait on her for dinner or any other evening activities they had planned for her arrival. And with that, the exhausted and sexually frustrated college girl finally was on her way home at highway speed.
It was nearly ten o'clock by the time Katy finally pulled her car into the long drive of their family home. It would just be herself and her parents in the house for the balance of her holiday break. She did have an older sister, but she had long since become estranged to the family, causing no small amount of stress on her parents. Katy parked her little red sedan, went around and pulled her bag from the trunk, and trudged up to the door, now an equal mixture of frustration and exhaustion.
Upon entering, she could see her mother sitting sideways on the sofa and her father planted in his usual lounge chair reading. As the door clicked open, both of her parents looked over at her and stood up to come greet her.
First to arrive at Katy's side was her mother. In many ways, she was a carbon copy of her mother's physique. The same curvy build, the same brunette hair, and apparently the same predilection for naughty scenes. Her mother hugged her from the side, looking nearly as exhausted as Katy was.
"Hello dear... so glad you're finally home!"
"Hey mom, glad to finally be here. There was a time where I was sure I'd never make it!"
"I hope you won't think me rude, but I'm getting to bed." Her mother continued. "I've got some early calls in the morning... leftovers are in the fridge!" she said as she wearily strode off and up the stairs.
Her father was next. Jeff and Katy shared quite a bit less in their physique. Jeff was nearly six and a half feet tall and towered over her. His long and powerful arms wrapped around her in a bear hug at his turn to welcome his daughter back to the house.
"You didn't have to run anyone over to get here, did you?" he joked with his signature dry chuckle.
Katy smiled as best she could with her current levels of fatigue and frustration before replying. "Quite nearly"
"Go on and get yourself settled. I'll be reading down here for a bit longer if you wanted to chat with your old man before bed."
"Thanks daddy," she replied before toting her bag back up to her room.
Upon reaching her bedroom, she tossed her bag onto her bed with a sigh and immediately went over to her dresser and rummaged through the drawers. The first thing she pulled out was a red hooded sweatshirt that was several sizes too large for her. Truthfully, it had belonged to an ex-boyfriend from high school. She held onto it for no real sentimental reasons, but it was a very warm and very comfortable thing to wear around the house on chilly winter nights. She kept sweeping her hand along the back of the drawer until she found the second item she was looking for. Her hand came back into view with her little bullet vibrator clutched in her fingers.
"You're coming with me," she muttered under her breath as she took both the toy and the sweatshirt directly across the hall to the bathroom.
Before shutting the door, she caught a glimpse of her parents' bedroom door at the end of the corridor. It was cracked in a similar way it had been the night she had spied on their spanking episode. She was already yearning for a release, but the flash memory that swept back through her mind sent waves of heat ripping through her torso from between her legs. She clicked the bathroom door shut, turned on the showerhead, and dropped her trousers in a heap on the floor before sitting on the toilet and assaulting her throbbing pussy and clit with her buzzing toy.
At the onset of her session, she fought to keep the images of her father spanking her mother out of her head. Even though it was what set her trajectory into the world of fetishes that she now enjoyed, lingering on the images still was a bit much for her. But as she became more aroused and stimulated, she found herself focusing on them and the more she focused on them, the closer she got to her own climax. This theme carried until her shapely thighs started to quiver and she felt herself clenching as she remembered her father's fingers disappearing into her mother's cunt until she moaned out. Katy nearly dropped the vibrator as her body clenched and released. Her breaths were quick and punctuated against the steam that was building up in the room. She muffled her moans as best she could until her body calmed down.
Katy felt some of the stress of the last few weeks melt away after that orgasm. She showered and let the warm water soothe the rest of her tension before hopping out and toweling off. She pulled the red sweatshirt over herself, suddenly feeling quite hungry, and ventured back down the stairs to see what leftovers her mother had spoken of.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw her father back in his chair in the living room. This time, he didn't have a book in hand, but his phone and a sly smile on his face. His attention was pulled away from his phone when Katy appeared in his view.
"Hey sweetie... suppose you're down to get something to eat?" he said as he began to stand up from his chair.
