In this short story that involves F/M spanking, Incest, assworship, and a few added kinks, I hope that you enjoy it. If these things are offensive to some, I give you my apologies.
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My House, My Rules!
Cal Adams had no choice, and that is what bothered him the most. He was currently twenty-two years old, and he was out of work, basically broke. The pickup truck that he was driving would probably be repossessed sometime soon. But that was not even the worst of his problems. Cal was going home. Home to the house that his father built and his stepmother, Wendy ruled!
His stepsister Cassie, who was still living at home, and she was just as smug as her mother was, possibly even worse. Cassie was now nineteen, and growing up in the same house she used to always be a little squealer. She was always trying to get Cal into trouble. Cal wondered if things had changed at home, but he highly doubted it. Not based on what he heard when he called home. His stepmother, Wendy, was just as he expected, chock full of questions and Cal wasn't exactly sure how to answer them. Cal just up and moved out not telling anyone that he was leaving. And he did not keep in touch much at all, less than a handful of times. So Wendy was putting on her superior demeanor and Cal didn't or couldn't blame her one bit.
Wendy just said, "Alright, Cal... Why don't you stop by tomorrow morning and we will have a cup of coffee, and then we will sit down and discuss your situation, and your options. I will tell you what would be expected from me, that's if I allowed you to move back home."
Wendy wasn't surprised by her stepson Cal's phone call, she was kind of expecting this phone call sooner. With Cal's father's job requiring months of travel throughout the year, Wendy had to raise Cal since he was an adolescent. She knew that the problem with Cal was that he just couldn't buckle down. He constantly needed a firm hand for guidance.
Wendy felt her thoughts going back to those times when she had to discipline Cal. Spanking was the only way to get through to the problematic, Cal. Bare bottom spankings, and at first it was just with her hand. But when those became a bit to trivial, and they were not having the desired effect, Wendy began to use a hairbrush or paddle, and she even bought a leather strap.
Cal was going to be surprised, because if he did move back home, Wendy was fully intending to resume spanking Cal.
She had just made up her mind that Cal would be going over her lap again, probably sooner, than later. Naked, I will spank him stark-naked, nothing will change. He will be expected to follow my rules or else he will suffer the consequences.
Wendy felt herself getting flustered just thinking about it. She shook her head, she said to herself, "Oh my, Wendy... You are already looking for a reason to spank him."
Wendy hadn't had sex in over eleven months. Her husband, Roger, was gone so much and even when he would come home he was usually too busy to throw her a good fucking, which she desperately needed!
However, now when she spanked Cal after he became an adult, it started to excite her. She could not understand why because he was legally an adult now. Did that make him suddenly sexually appealing to her? He was blessed with a large penis, that's for sure. But since he came of age, those spankings changed. It was like a switch was turned on as he became a man. After his punishment was over and he was sent naked to a corner for time to reflect on his current behavior problem, Wendy would sometimes leave the room and take care of her newfound guilty pleasure.
Wendy was starting to wonder if Roger was dipping his wick in some other woman's warm wax. Resigned, she decided that it would be another date night with her realistic-looking dildo. She knew that she was going to have Cal on her mind when she was masturbating later, and how she would spank him.
Wendy was still very attractive at forty-five, with her shoulder length jet-black hair and light blue eyes. Her body was still in rather good shape, her tummy was getting a little bit of soft roundness along with a heart-shaped ass that was a bit fuller, a little bit rounder.
Wendy looked at her phone, it was nice to hear from Cal, even if when he left they weren't on the best of terms. Wendy sighed, she was already making plans inside of her head, and they involved her handsome, nicely-hung stepson.
Wendy thought about the last time that she spanked twenty-year-old Cal, he was stark naked when he came into the living room. And that last time she paddled his bare ass, of course Cassie as usual was hanging around to watch her big brother get his bare bottom spanked. Wendy recalled when Cal walked into the room, his penis swaying from side to side, then of course there were his beautiful hanging balls right there on display. When he stood in front of Wendy, his shame and embarrassment were at this time long gone.
Wendy began to spank Cal's bottom with her wooden hairbrush. Wendy spanked hard and fast. Like an artist, her brush covered Cal's entire bottom and sit spots, even the back of his thighs. Wendy recalled that Cal became erect on her lap, it wasn't the first time that it happened. But that last time, his hard cock felt so big and hard pushing into her lap as Cal's body squirmed and bucked.
Wendy noticed after Cal was let up from her lap he was still hard and a silvery strand of his sperm dripped off the head of his penis. That wasn't all, her skirt was dotted with small milky puddles from where Cal's cock had leaked and dripped.
Wendy shivered as she remembered that last time. She stood up and taking her phone in her hand went to her bedroom for some much-needed sexual relief.
Cal sighed as he turned down the familiar street that used to be home. The neighborhood was very upper middle class, they weren't filthy rich, and they were far from poor. Roger Callin was a great provider for his family, as a sacrifice he just wasn't home very often to enjoy his family, or the fruits of his labor. Cal wished that his father and him were closer. But, it was Wendy who carried the load and brought Cal up after his real mother passed away.
Cal started feeling all sentimental, he was almost tearing up a couple of blocks away from home. Letting out a long sigh and then a deep breath, Cal turned into the driveway and put the truck in park. He looked through the windshield at the house that he used to call home. Although Cal had only been gone a little over a year, it was still emotional sitting there and looking at the house. His memories of certain things and times that he experienced were going through his mind. Even those disciplinary moments. How at first they were very embarrassing, having to strip and report to his stepmother who was usually sitting on a straight-backed chair with her trusty wooden hairbrush in her hand, waiting in the living room.
Then Cassie always seemed to have a front-row seat for his spankings, almost as if she were some sort of a clairvoyant or something. Cassie would be sitting there on the couch taking in his bare bottom spanking while looking like Eve, sometimes even eating an apple, and smirking at him.
Cal sighed and opened the door and walked up onto the porch. The neighborhood was quiet except for the singing and chirping of the birds. Cal pressed the doorbell and waited a moment, and then the door opened and Wendy stood there. She still looked beautiful and along with her air of authority to Cal as she looked at him over her glasses. Her blue eyes were very stunning, and she smiled saying, "Well, hello stranger, come on in."
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