Chapter 5

An interesting Experience.

“Er ... MoM.”

“Right now, David ... and this is the last time I call you David ... you are Master and I am Slut ... and don’t you forget it. I need this. I will always need this. I don’t need to go looking for someone who knows. And you are handy ... understand?”

“Umh ... ah ... no ... explain ... m ... er ... slut.”

“My grandfather ... What?”

“Grandpa?”

“Grandpa ... my first master ... Grandmother said, “He’ll teach you the things a slut needs to know.”

“Grandma?”

“Yes ... she was the one who recognized what I needed. I was fourteen and the ‘Need’ was upon me. I was jilling off ten or twelve times a day and couldn’t suppress the itch. The only thing that calmed me was spanking. The first time Grandpa spanked me it was through my clothes. I giggled ... infuriated him. He stripped me and striped my bare bottom. Willow stick. I started orgasming ... leaking and humping my clit all over his knee. Making a racket ... grandma told him to stick something in my mouth to shut me up. He did.”

“Grandpa?”

“Grandpa.”

“He spanked you.”

“And my first blowjob. First ass reaming. First fucking.” “All three holes in a day.”

“Grandpa?”

“Biggest cock until I saw yours.”

“Fourteen?”

“You could be his son. I’m pretty sure the Sergeant was the donor ... but grandpa was up in there daily. He made your daddy marry me ... had photos. Woulda ruined him as a cop.”

“Grandpa?”

“I used to go looking for trouble so he’d spank me again.”

“Calmed me down ... got good grades ... quit teasing the boys. A good ass whipping followed by a screaming fuck was the saving of me.”

“Grandpa.”

“He taught your dad what to do ... first time the Sarge went overboard, Grand dad told him they’d never find his body. Said he’s feed his living flesh to the pigs a piece at a time ... and make him watch while he cut ‘em off. ‘A good spanking followed by plenty of sex is what she needs ... She don’t need bruises. People ask questions then.”

“Grandpa?”

She laid that belt ... was a razor strop ... on the bed, shucked her shirt ... no panties and laid down next to the belt. Her pussy winked at me and drooled.

I was still picturing Grandpa. Starched up strict grey old man. Churched and when we visited he took ... TOOK ... us to church. Had his own pew ... and tithed to keep it.

“Man don’t attend church of his choice and take his family ... he’ll do no business in town.”

“Please, Master, this slut NEEDS this. And make it snap...”

Well, Shit fuzzy. What to do, what to do? Mom?

I shook all over ... made a decision. “Slut...”

“Master?”

“I need to get a feel for this. I’m using the palm of my hand ... you tell me when to stop.”

I whapped her a good one ... stung my palm, it did.

She giggled.

I hit her ass cheek hard enough to raise a blister and she giggled ... again.

I took a full swing put some power behind it ... and she GIGGLED?

Gawddamn ... that hurt ... she giggled? Bitch! We’ll just see about that!

I picked up that strop and laid into my work.

She bounced a foot in the air and came.

“Oh God! Master!”

Pissed me off. I stuck a finger in her nose and jerked her around where she could see me.

“You don’t cum until I say.”

“Oh God ... I knew you were the one...”

I gave her ten for luck and stuck my cock down her throat. “Don’t spill a drop.”

I had no idea I was like that! Holy Shit!