The Attic Master
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - In a large Victorian style house that’s been in her husband’s family for a century, a mother inadvertently and slowly, begins to grow her stable of girls, alpha-bulls, and beta-cucks. With an attic remodeled as an airy dungeon, she learns the tools of the mistress trade, applying it then to the making of several doormat girls (including a younger sister). A little B&D play has gotten out of control!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Hypnosis Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Swinging Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Pegging Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports
“Great!” I muttered under my breath as I gazed down from the attic into the back yard. “Liz has returned,” I said to my bitch husband, who was currently tied over a chair. I hated bondage tasks, but fortunately most were accomplished with Velcro and zip-ties rather than rope. “She brought her luggage,” I remarked as I watched her chatting with our kids. SMACK went my paddle on his ass.
“AHHH!” my helpless bitch yelled out. SMACK!
“I fucking blame you—your too easy on her ... she’s fucking lazy...” SMACK! “She’s messy!” SMACK! “I have to stand over her or she won’t even wash dishes.” SMACK! “Fuck!” For the first time in days I looked at the strap-on dildo, wondering if today was the day to break it in. Then I looked down at Liz and couldn’t help but imagine what I could do to her with it. Disgusting thought, I warned myself.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I told my bitch as I lubed up a butt-plug then slowly slid it into his asshole. It was on a whim!
“Ughhh ... ohhh ... ahhhh...” he complained at the intrusion.
“Guess I need to gag you,” I declared as I went to a box that was heaping full of gags and shit. There was one custom designed for the leather hood he was wearing, but wasn’t broken in yet so was a bit stiff. No time like the present, I told myself as I stuck the inflatable part past his teeth.
“Mmmphh ... mmm...”
“Hush ... you love it,” I cooed down at him as I fitted the straps that made up the gags harness, “Don’t want Liz hearing you beg, understand?”
“Mphhmm.”
SMACK! “Understand?!”
“MMPHHH!”
“Better...”
I had three flights of stairs to descend to get to the ground floor, so I was tired and pissed by the time I tracked down my niece, Liz. This house was huge, so my husband and I hadn’t been too burdened by having her stay with us for a few months. She was nineteen, and it turns out, a bit of a lazy tramp. First one boyfriend then another, which is why I think her mother had eventually kicked her out I assumed. I gave her a brief hug of welcome, which I hoped she could tell, wasn’t so sincere.
“Danial upset you?” I asked as I sat down at the kitchen table, inviting her to do the same.
“He’s a jerk,” she pouted, “Is ... is it ok if I stay here again for a while, Aunt Rita?”
I couldn’t help but notice she was calling me her aunt, a rarity in the past, so she must be desperate, I thought. Liz went through boyfriends at the rate of about one every three or four months. What’s worse is she couldn’t hold down a job. Always it was the employers’ fault, she claimed, but that stopped being believable after the fourth or fifth job. She was just lazy!
“Well...” I said carefully, “ ... I didn’t miss you much, I admit ... suppose the kids did, and Uncle Josh maybe. Are you different now?” She gasped after I asked this.
“I ... try to be...”
“Hmm, let me guess you went through another job or two—am I right?” She stared down at the table now for a moment before shrugging off the question. “Well, your family ... so I guess I can’t say no this time.”
“Thank you,” she muttered.
“Last chance though, understand?”
“Yeah...”
“I’ll schedule some tasks for you to do,” I said as I thought about the bitch in the attic for a moment for some unknown reason. “Chores, if you want to call them that. We both know you’ll probably slack, am I right, Liz?”
“I’ll try harder ... I just ... get sad.”
“The word is lazy,” I said as I stood up feeling a twinge of pity for her, “Now let’s work on it—you can have the same room. Some of your stuff is still there in the closet.” I rolled my eyes as she turned away and began hauling her luggage toward the stairs. She was cute enough still, I could see, so no doubt would have another horny guy climbing on top of her in no time. Where and how she found them, I could never figure out. I would love to paddle that ass, I told myself as I followed her. Josh would love it too; I’m sure and maybe something would sink into her thick head If I did.
“Oh, the attic is totally off limits to you and the kids. I catch you up there, it’s goodbye! Understood?”
“Yes, Aunt Rita,” she replied with a quick glance of curiosity at me.
“Uncle Josh has some delicate business related stuff up there,” I lied.
“I won’t bother it,” she said in a defeatist tone.
“Good, because I’ll paddle you if you do!” I couldn’t resist throwing that little threat at her. Don’t know why, really.
She whined, “Aunt Ritaaaa.”
“I will, and if you resist it’s the road!”
“Nooo...”
“Promise me!” This got her to pause on the stairs and look down at me to see how serious I was being. “Do you want me to show you the paddle ... so you know what’s coming?”
“No ... maybe...” she smirked.
“Well then, I’ll bring it down. Maybe I’ll let you slack for a whack,” I joked.
“Aunt Rita, you’re being cruel,” she pouted as she started up the stairs again.
“You want Uncle Niel to do it—I can ask him?” I threatened.
“No, he’s scary sometimes,” she quickly replied.
“Very! I’ll paddle you first ... then we’ll see if he’s needed.” A dominate rush ran through me as I watched her bubble-butt lead the way. God, I wanted to paddle it now. A rage was growing in me as I thought about all the crap she’d given me over the months.
“Can I wear jeans?” she said halfheartedly.
“No ... bare butt ... that’s how I do it.”
“To who?” she gasped.
“Everyone who needs it—no exceptions!”
SMACK! SMACK! It was a warmup for my niece; I told myself as I paddled my bitch husband for no reason. He flinched and groaned nicely, I thought. This was getting me so turned on that I grabbed his cock and began stroking it furiously as if I was getting ready to be fucked by him. Then I just as suddenly let go and walked away with paddle in hand, not saying a word.
“You like it?” I asked Liz as I tossed the paddle onto the bed beside her. She had her luggage laid out on the floor at her feet, and I could guess it would likely sit like that for days. Liz was just that way. She smiled a little as she picked up the paddle to examine it, then handed it back with a slightly worried look on her face.
“I’ll judge you at the end of each day,” I declared, “You’ll get three whacks just because. Less if you’ve shown initiative.”
“Well ... how do I do that?” she asked with concern.
“Be normal ... clean up after yourself ... do your chores—like everyone else,” I said sternly. “I’m warning you, I don’t spare anyone!”
“Ah!” she exclaimed in disbelief, “What about Uncle Josh—is he going to paddle me?”
“You want him to paddle you?”
“No! You ... you said you didn’t spare anyone ... that’s sexist...”
“Don’t get sassy, girl,” I warned as I pointed the paddle at her as I thought carefully about saying more. “I wear the pants in this family, that’s all you need to know.”
“Haa,” she giggled, “You really paddle him?”
“For two whacks, I’ll tell you all,” I said in a bragging fashion, figuring there was no way she would. I was right, she didn’t take the bait. After a little more chit-chat and some hints about putting her clothes away, I helped get her bedroom up to my standards. It wouldn’t last two days, I figured. “You keep your door open unless your sleeping,” I told her.
“Ok,” she said with a slight pout.
“Unless Uncle Niel is around ... then lock yourself in. Do not tempt him!” I warned as I shook the paddle at her, “He does not take flirting as flirting ... understand?”
“Kind of,” she said with a thoughtful look, “But ... can you really tell me who you paddle?”
“Cost you two,” I told her again as I motioned for her to turn around as I closed the door. “Don’t worry, it’s mostly just noisy with the way it flaps. Gets the job done though,” I assured her as I reached around her from behind to unbuckle her pants. She resisted until I told her, “The whole truth and nothing but the truth, but you’ll have to take it to the grave with you.”
“Oh my god,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at me with an excited look on her face. I got her pants unbuckled then and so began sliding them down to reveal some sexy black panties. Why did I know they’d be black? “Not hard,” she pleaded as I exposed just enough of her bubble-butt to whack.
“Hush,” I told her as I aimed. Smack! It wasn’t that hard I thought, but she did cry out. “Hushhhh!” I growled as I aimed at the other cheek.
“Please, please...” she begged as she tensed up onto her tiptoes. SMACK! This one was nearly full force, causing her to fall to the bed and to grasp at her naked butt. Looking over her shoulder as best she could at her own butt, now gave me a shot of her pussy. Well used, I told myself.
“Now ... what do you want to know?” I asked as I stepped back and let her pull her pants up.
“I thought you were going to tell me everything,” she said with a disappointed look.
“Really! You want everything? Because it needs to be kept in the family. No pillow-talk about it to any boyfriend ... or bastard you sleep around with. Can you promise me that, Liz?”
“Yeah ... I’ll not tell anyone if it’s that weird?”
“Weird is an understatement,” I muttered.
“Say your oath again,” I pressed in a whisper as I paused at the top of the attic stairs and stared at the door.
“Umm ... I’ll not tell anyone without your permission,” Liz said softly, “And I won’t come up here uninvited. If I do, I have to move out immediately.”
“Good! Now back up a few steps,” I whispered, “I’ll sack the bitch I have up here ... and put some earplugs in his ears.” Carefully unlocking the door, I then closed it behind me before getting my tasks done. My bitch had been up here for a good hour I figured, which I was proud of at this point. Good training!
“Is that Uncle Josh?” Liz whispered nervously from the doorway once I let her in.
“It’s just a bitch when they’re up here,” I smirked softly as I decided to put headphones on my husband as well, being sure to turn up the volume. “I’m pretty sure naughty girls could end up like this,” I teased as I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Ahhh...” she gasped softly.
“I’ve had female bitches up here, so don’t think I don’t know how to punish them to,” I declared as I aimed at my helpless bitch’s ass. SMACK! “Hurts, huh?” I turned to ask Liz, who quickly nodded her head as my husband squirmed in pain. I could tell she was enthralled at this point. “Want a shot?” I asked as I offered her the paddle. She declined with a quick shake of her head. Sub bitch, I told myself.
“Now ... what are you going to do to enamor yourself with me ... hmm?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
“Well ... you’re going to hang this attic shit over me ... unless I have something on you. Make sense?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Then come up with something. Whack his dick, whatever!”
“Ha...” she laughed nervously, “ ... can I just paddle him?”
“Hmm ... here,” I said as I handed her a little remote-control device. “Turn it on, then give him a few swats.”
Buzz went the butt plug I put in his ass earlier, which seemed to confuse her for a moment, then she grinned with a red face as she ran the butt-plug through its paces. This got an occasional moan out of my husband, which made us both laugh to the point where we had to sit down. I pointed to the paddle which she then hesitantly picked up. Smack!
“Harder!” I growled.
SMACK!
“Maybe not that hard,” I suggested as she prepared another blow. SMACK! SMACK! “Hit his balls,” I told her next.
“What,” she gasped.
“Not hard ... just ... a little hard.”
“I don’t know how hard,” she whined, so I showed her. Taking the paddle, I then bounced his balls on the tip, harder and harder until he groaned in obvious pain. She then followed my lead, perhaps giving him more pleasure than I thought possible as she swished his balls around a bit.
“So, we have an agreement?” I pressed as she played with his balls some more, clearing trying to tease the hell out of him as strings of pre-cum began coating the paddle.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“No guessing—how many whacks a day do you get?” I asked sternly.
“Umm ... three...”
“For no reason at all, understand?”
“Yes,” she said with a sincere nod.
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