Chapter 7

“Well, I just got off the phone after getting the strangest text,” my wife, Jackie, declared with a sarcastic look on her face as she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast table, where I was just about to serve breakfast to our daughter, Rina. “Seems this state requires parental permission for some things.”

I looked around questioningly, seeing now that Rina looked a bit confused as well, then seemed to go uncharacteristically silent. “Important, ma’am?” I asked as I went to the stove in order to cook breakfast for my wife as this was now one of my cuck duties.

“Nooo ... not important,” Jackie replied as she glared at her daughter, “Just that someone got bitched!” This got a cringe out of Rina, who lowered her eyes and began toying with the food on her plate.

I could see that this was becoming serious, so I did my best not to distract my wife, fearing her obviously growing wrath would get directed at me, though I normally preferred this attention, but now didn’t seem the time to do that. When she did turn to give me a murderous look, I immediately dropped to my knees and then crawled to her feet and began kissing them. I was becoming well trained, I told myself.

“I never got a solid answer on why you took your cage off!” she growled down at me, “Do you two think I’m stupid?”

“No,” Rina muttered with eyes still down.

“Hmm ... a bun in the oven and a free roaming dick! Did I get this right?”

Neither of us answered as I continued to gravel at my wife’s feet, until she told me to turn around. “Ughh!” I grunted when she kicked me sharply in the balls. As usual, I was wearing only my flowery apron, and so with my ass pointed her way she had a clear shot, and didn’t miss. I managed to remain on my hands and knees as the ball-kicking sickness consumed me for a minute.

“Who’s the guy?” My wife demanded to know of her daughter, making me wonder if I should claim the triumph or not, guessing now that it was likely me. My cock hoped it was, which was so bewildering for me to accept, but I did. It was a goal, a fucking despicable goal, I told myself as I recovered my composure. Not that I wanted this for Rina, but rather just for me, and it felt now like a life’s goal had been achieved. This I would never admit too anyone, I promised myself.

“It just happened,” Rina replied with a shrug as tears welled up in her eyes. It was hard for me to silently watch, even more so, I imagined for my wife.

“Someone’s cock just slipped in?” her mother asked rhetorically. “Maybe it was rape!”

“Nooo...” Rina protested as she dared to look at her mother for a moment.

“Hmm! Who?” her mother pressed, but she got no answer, even after waiting nearly a full minute. “Well, let’s start shopping for baby clothes then—too early to decide on pink or blue...”

“Mom!” Rina pleaded with tears streaming down her cheeks now.

“Crying about it won’t help, Rina!” Jackie declared as she got up from the table, took a step, then turned and let me have it in the balls again. This one floored me!

The kitchen was silent now after my wife stormed out, except for my moans of agony, which took me several minutes to get a handle on, until finally I managed to climb up into a chair. Rina was watching me closely, I could see, with a look of horror on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“No ... no ... my fault, miss,” I coughed out. Eventually, I gathered enough composure and courage to whisper to her, “Is it mine?” to which she nodded her head, causing me to regret my earlier conclusion that this was indeed a triumph.

“Wendy thinks she’s pregnant too,” Rina said as she stared down at her plate.

“Whoa,” I muttered, feeling now my cock getting harder, despite the persistent aching of my balls. My spiked cock-cage dug in deep now, especially the hollow spike at the end, which was now being forced up my pee-hole. “Your mom will come around...”

“No, she won’t,” Rina replied. “She’s going to punish me—I know it.”

“Yeah, but this is pretty extreme!” It turned out that she was right, and I was wrong.

“Decide to tell me yet?” my wife asked Rina as the two of them sat down for dinner as I prepared to serve them. “I can wait,” she said as she took a byte of the lasagna I’d baked, which was her favorite. I picked this dish to try and get some pity out of her for Rina’s sake, but it was clear it wasn’t working when my wife added, “I don’t think you can wait, Rina.”

“Mom,” Rina whined.

“I’ll kick him in the balls again,” my wife threatened, “and I’ll do it until he bleeds. Now admit to me it was my bitch.”

“Ummm,” Rina pleaded, until she saw her mom turn toward me and point to the floor at her feet; the command for me to crawl close.

“It was him!” Rina called out with a look of defiance, saving me for the moment.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now go put your apron on—you’ll be wearing it a lot!”

Rina hesitated for a moment, until her mom stared her down, after which she hurried to retrieve it from the kitchen, then stood across the table as she tied it into place. I now had the thought that if Rina had been your average girl, she would have run out of the house at this point, likely hiding for days until the police found her. Rina, however, was afraid of her mother and I supposed she always had been. She loved her mother for sure but feared her as well.

I now fully expected Jackie to make her daughter serve her like a waitress, and to clean up the table when done. My jaw dropped when my wife commanded her daughter to kneel and kiss my feet. Rina looked incredibly sad as she slowly walked around the table toward me as if giving her mom time to reconsider. Jackie didn’t!

“Do it or another week goes by!” Jackie warned with a mean look at her daughter.

“Umm,” Rina pouted as she slowly dropped to her knees then made a halfhearted attempt to kiss one of my feet.

“A week!” Jackie threatened.

“I’m doing it,” Rina whined as she alternated kisses to both my feet.

“Now tell him you’re his bitch—because that’s what you are now until I say otherwise!”