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Catherine Dixon's Punishment

Copyright© 2020 by Jonnyboy

Part 52

BDSM Sex Story: Part 52 - An ongoing story of a beautiful blonde 42 year old former Schoolteacher who Oblivious as to their real intentions, is persuaded by her teenage son to invite his two friends into her home on the pretext of discussing a career in the teaching profession, resulting in a life changing experience. This story involves Contains bdsm/lingerie/blackmail/incest/mmf/ff/

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Teenagers   Blackmail   Coercion   Drunk/Drugged   Mind Control   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Slavery   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   True Story   School   Workplace   Cheating   Cuckold   Sharing   Wife Watching   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Aunt   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   White Male   White Female   White Couple   Anal Sex   Bestiality   Double Penetration   Fisting   Lactation   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Teacher/Student   Prostitution  

Chapter One - Charles Smith:

When he really wanted something, Charles Smith always put a lot of time and energy into getting what he wanted, which although at times resulted in a spell in prison or battling against an obstinate boss, more often than not Charles got exactly what he wanted.

And as Charles Smith had desired and wanted the wealthy mature beauty Sylvia Harris as his own for a long time, neither a spell in prison nor an obstinate boss were going to prevent the determine Charles from Physically, Sexually and mentally enslaving Sylvia Harris.

Once out from his latest spell behind bars it didnt take long for Charles Smith to do exactly that, taking and controlling the unawares mature beauty Sylvia Harris, begining by mounting a coup dethroning his namesake Richard and the process taking control of the fetish business run by his Boss.

Once the obstacle of Richard was out of the way out of the way, Charles set about moulding the fetish business to reflect not only himself, but also into a more efficient organisation than the previously hapzard one Charles had taken over.

Then Charles began consolidating most of the BDSM side of the operation into three main properties.

One of which being the home of Victoria Preston, whose, her large secluded Property had been stolen from Vicky by the former boss Peter Harris when becoming one of his whores, who’d then converted the large house to contain a ‘dungeon’ full of BDSM and fetish equipment, along with a massage room and bedrooms for the same purpose.

And from which now worked Victoria Preston herself along with Mandy Hill and the young blonde beauty Caroline Dixon.

Along with the homes and Catherine Dixon and Annie Day, these were the properties in which a team of around ten both young and mature bdsm whores now lived and worked under the control of Charles Smith

Although generating far more income than the ‘straight’ whores working for Charles Smith, his bdsm ‘team’ also required a greater regime of discipline and with his thoughts now concentrating more on his latest ‘aquisiton’, the busty mature beauty Sylvia Harris, Charles then decided to employ the brutal Harry, the stepfather of Catherine Dixon, as his enforcer and his eyes and ears of the team of bdsm whores employed by Charles Smith.

However, as yet untrained by the brutal burly Romanian lesbian Olga, only the busty mature Kate, mother of Catherine Dixon and wife of Harry, remained living and working in her home home.

An anomaly allowed to continue by Charles Smith on the basis that not only was Kate instructed to keep a bedroom ready and available for Charles, but that Kate was recruited, controlled and probably fucked by Kates grandson Dan Dixon, who’d set up a regular flow of young men and a few women willing to pay large sums for a few hours of bdsm fun with Kate.

Having a soft spot for young Dan, Charles Smith had taken the teenager under his wing, allowing Dan to have free rein with Kate, as her pimp and enforcer and whilst Charles was teaching Dan the arts of brutal street fighting. Although in return, although certain he wasn’t gay, Dan felt obliged to give Charles the occassional head job demmanded by Charles, although at least Dan wasn’t having to endure another horrific anal fucking from the bisexual big man...

Now it the time for Charles to persuade his old friend Paul Harris to outwardly have his spendthrift wife Sylvia ‘retrained’ by a friend of Charles to become a more obedient faithful and less spendthrift wife for Paul Harris.

An idea greatly exciting Paul Harris, especially when Charles added that Paul’s wife Sylvia could be accompanied by the tall Grey lesbian Annie Day and have Annie converted into a straight sex woman by Olga.

All of which was complete nonsense, for Charles Smith wanted Pauls wife for himself and hadn’t the slightest intention of returning Sylvia Harris to her husband after ac period of painful ‘ reeducation ‘ at the hands of the fearsome Olga.

Instead, to the bemusement of her husband Paul, rather than her being returned home to Paul after Sylvia’s often brutal obedience training from Olga along with Annie Day, much to the bemusement and anger of of her husband, Sylvia found suddenly herself installed in the bed of Charles Smith.

A situation leaving the bemused Sylvia far too afraid of being returned to the brutal Olga to even consider protesting to Charles Smith or attempt to deny him the demands Charles made of her in any way Instead, under a regime of sex, spankings and bondage sessions, Sylvia very soon accepted she’d become a possesion Charles Smith and that her husband Paul would now just have to take second place to Charles.

Having successfully installed Sylvia in his manor house bedroom, Stage two of the Charles Smith was actioned, when Charles began ‘grooming’ Sylvia’s son John toward sexually desiring his beautiful busty Mother Sylvia.

A grooming begining when Charles Smith introduced the the astonished John and his stepfather Paul along to the Manor House cottage, there to witness the naked Sylvia Harris secured to a special leather bondage hammock, devised and installed in the bedroom Sylvia now shared with Charles Smith...

A soft leather hammock, held at waist hight by four metal chains dropping from ceiling beams, onto which lay Johns naked Mother Sylvia, with her wide spread leather cuffed ankles and wrists secured to the four chains supporting the leather hammock.

The first incredulous sight of John Harris on the swinging hammock, that of his naked Mothers large nipple ringed breasts and shaven cunt lips glistening with her juices, was enough for Charles Smith to witness the almost instant bulge growing in the trousers of Sylvia’s excited son John

A bulge telling Charles that if everything went to plan he’d have Sylvia’s son firmly on his side and all too willing to take another huge step foward, the next time Charles invited John to visit his Mother in her exact same pose upon the Bondage Hammock.

The huge step of John once again invited to the Manor House, only on the this occassion, the invitation from Charles was for John to fuck his beautiful naked Mother Sylvia, once again secured to the bondage hammock in the very same room, whi Johns obvious cuckold stepfather Paul helplessly naked on his knees beside his Master Charles Smith, for such was the astonishment and excitement of his face and then demeanour Paul Harris, Charles straight away knew Paul was Cuckold just itching to watch his wife brutally fucked.

Which is how everything worked out over a month ago, when having enslaved the newly trained Sylvia Harris and taken her as his own, Charles Smith then went about the enjoyable process of recruiting the rest of the Harris family.

Beginning the day young John Harris lost his cherry when fucking his beautiful middle aged Mother Sylvia.

Since that day, John worshipped Charles Smith as though Charles was his best friend, advisor and even father substitute wrapped into one, along with a burgeoning fetish inspired sexual desire.

A sexual fetish that under the approving eyes of Charles Smith and as young as he was, saw John Harris spanking his naked Mother Sylvia over his knee, along with Johns index finger discovering almost every millimetre inside of his Mothers warm wet vagina and rectum.

Having realised the weakeness within Paul Harris, Charles then set about breaking Sylvia’s husband.

Begining by Charles beating and stripping the terrified and yet sexually aroused Paul Harris, who’d afterward been forced to kneel naked with a huge erection of his own at the feet of Charles, stroking Paul’s head whilst his stepson John was fucking Pauls naked wife Sylvia

Then with Charles stroking Paul’s head, the eyes of both his wife Sylvia and Stepson John were amazed to see Paul Harris giving Charles an expert if terrified blow job before eventually swallowing the semen Charles pumped into his mouth, transforming Paul into the Slave of Charles Smith and a Cuckold almost busting his pants whenever viewing his wife beaten and sexually abused on a regular basis...

Having taken Sylvia Harris as his as his own at the Manor House, it was then a straightfoward matter for Charles to move into the large home and bed of Sylvia, relegating Paul Harris was to a lesser bedroom smaller than that of Pauls amused Stepson John.

In the course of a matter of weeks Charles Smith not only now ‘owned’ Sylvia Harris and her Husband Paul, but the burly one time enforcer was also busy taking over the large multi bedroom house belonging to Sylvia and Paul Harris.

To assert his authority, when sleeping with his new prize, Charles would often order her cuckold husband to watch him and Sylvia Harris naked in bed together, where relegated to kneeling to the corner of the bedroom, the naked Paul Harris found it impossible to prevent a throbbing erection from surfacing whenever Charles casually and possessively toyed with the naked nipple ringed breasts and body of Pauls shapely attractive equally naked wife Sylvia.

Especially when with a huge erection, the hugely aroused Paul Harris watched Charles Smith taking either his wife’s cunt or Anus from behind as Sylvia’s large udder like breasts swung freely to the movement created by the pounding of the big man’s cock inside her.

On such occassions Paul would be told by Charles to crawl across to the bed and on his knees to jerk himself off under the excited glazed over eyes of his Sylvia, herself more aroused by the sexual tension around her than any concern for her husband, for Sylvia long ago understood Paul had a fetish of watching couples having sex, although at the time Sylvia didn’t realize Paul’s greatest fantasy was watching his beautiful wife sexually used and abused by both men and women.

The very reason why Paul insisted his wife ‘purchase’ the large breasted grey haired mature lesbian Annie Day.

Perhaps the most humiliating yet sexually stimulating act endured by Paul Harris was whenever Charles ‘coached’ Paul’s stepson John in the arts of over the knees spanking of his naked hugely embarrassed and yet sexually aroused Mother Sylvia.

Most especially when Paul was ‘forced’ to watch Charles Smith teaching young John Harris how to correctly position his Mother over his knees. Then of how to gently caress his Mothers naked buttocks in preparation for her spanking and just how to his fingers between his mothers cunt lips to ensure they were wet with Sylvia’s juices and if not, just how John should massage his Mothers clitoris to ensure a steady flow of Sylvia’s juices escaped from between her cunt lips.

Finally, last but not least before spanking his Mother, John was to complete his Mothers humilstion when pushing an index finger wet with her juices as far as possibly inside Sylvia’s rectum.

Only then would John Harris administer what would become his Mothers twice weekly dozen harsh spanks, six on each cheek, whilst Sylvia counted alound each one up to twelve along with “Thank You John” after each spank.

Despite inner reservations when having embassingly orgasmed on multiple occassions during her spankings from son John, his Mother had no intention of complaining to Charles. For Sylvia’s greatest dread was her being returned by Charles to that terrible cage and the brutality of Olga, of living in a open metal cage for weeks on end whilst brutally spanked, whipped and trained by the fearsome Olga into accepting her new life of being owned by Charles Smith.

Although It was far easier for Sylvia to accept her husband Paul was her secondary concern, for she was now under the control and the property of Charles Smith.

A situation Sylvia’s second Husband seemingly accepted to the point of Paul even enjoying a similar fate to that of his wife, especially when given the ‘privilege ‘ of viewing Charles Smith fucking and often beating Pauls wife with his riding crop, along with watching his stepson John spanking his own Mother.

After which Paul was then allowed to jerk himself off.

Having accepted this was her new way of life, it hadn’t taken long for Sylvia to become aware of an ever increasing sexual attraction and devotion toward Charles Smith, much of it born through Sylvia’s respectful fear of the big man, along with a feeling a sense of sexual anticipation whenever thinking of the punishment the big man would hand out to her should she ever disobey Charles Smith.

Although Sylvia wasn’t averse to ‘testing the water’ with the odd comment in the hope of gaining more attention and more spankings from an annoyed Charles Smith

Even so, Sylvia remained unaware that through the use of his own guile, legal tricks and brutality, Charles Smith was the road toward owning not only Sylvia and Paul Harris, but also the large sprawling property owned by Sylvia and Paul Harris.

For when moving himself into Sylvia’s home and the bedroom she’d once shared with her Husand, Charles straight away began implimening the changes to the large sprawling secluded property.

Changes resulting in the property housing what would become not only a purpose built BDSM Dungeon, complete with every conceivable peice of BDSM together with a huge array of restraints and fetish clothing, but also a massage room, sauna and spa, along with the four bedrooms reserved for the ‘in house’ whores Charles selected to staff his new venture.

Then as a finishing touch, Charles was installing another two of his favourite bdsm devices, the leather and chain swinging hammock, one of which Charles sited in the bdsm ‘dungeon’ with the other in the bedroom of Charles and Sylvia, where Charles intended having great fun introducing his sex hungry friends to the naked and chained Sylvia Harris swinging upon the hammock...

For the vision of Charles Smith was the property of Sylvia Harris becoming an out of town high end ‘Fetish Club’, catering for the wealithier clients already paying top bucks for the use of the BDSM whores at the Manor house and various homes in a operation Charles decided would now come together under one roof. Charles had so far selected six women, most as yet unaware of the impending changes Charles was implementing to their working lives, who would soon find themselves working rotating weeks in the large house whilst living in the bedrooms now being furnished by a gang of well paid and discreet builders and decorators working for Charles Smith...

Chapter Two Harry:

Big Harry’s broken nose was certainly good news for the women under his control, when not having to put up with big Harry and his violence toward them for a good few weeks.

For the big man was keeping a low profile and doing only brief weekly cash collections, at least until the bone in Harrys broken nose was properly healed up.

A broken nose for which Harry’s ‘girls’ could thank Dan Dixon, when word soon spread around that ‘Big Harry’ had been taken down by the newly impressive son of Catherine Dixon.

Unfortunatly the same couldn’t be said for Annie Day, in whose home Harry now lived and ruled with an iron fist when preferring to stay away from the home Harry shared with his wife Kate. For not only was Harry’s wife Kate now under the control of and working as a mature whore his boss Charles Smith, but Kate was also closely associated with and, thought Harry, fucking her grandson and now his nemesis Dan Dixon.

So until feeling more like it, Harry was using the home of Annie Day and Annie herself in every sense of the word.

For despite Annie working her mornings until midday during the week for Charles Smith at the Manor House office, she now arrived home in ever growing trepidation that she’d once again be greeted by the surly Harry, who fully expected Annie Day cook his meals, do his laundry and to clean up after a man who didn’t appear to know the word tidy and instead continuously leaving a trail of mess whoever he went.

With Harry licking his wounds and planning his revenge upon young Dan Dixon, now wasn’t right time for Annie to even consider protesting to him and until that time came, Annie knew she’d just have to continue suffering

For the preference of Harry was to use Annie Day as his own in any way he wished whilst using Annie’s home as his own any and any way he wished.

Which for Annie Day, meant her screaming in her bedroom most nights when having to accept Harry’s massive cock stretching her Anal ring to its limits with Harry cruely fucking Annies Anus almost every night, very often after having a few sleazy pals around playing late night card games.

During such games held in her lounge with Annie dressed only in black stockings and suspenders and with her large breasts displaying the large gold nipple rings given to her by Sylvia Harris. There Annie was expected by Harry to wait upon the men providing drinks and snacks, along with a head head job whenever called for, which was all to often for Annie Day, who did so without complaint and to the best of her ability, when having so recently been trained by the fearsome Olga into accepting her position as always being ‘The property of those using her’.

Even so, having recently been beaten four square by the teenage Dan Dixon really was a humiliation to far for Harry, one he was unable to accept and one which Harry had since spent much of the time planning his revenge, not only upon the teenage Dan Dixon, but also Dans Mother Catherine, who Harry was determined to teach how to keep her big mouth shut.

“Hell,” thought Harry. “that black eye was no more than gentle slap he’d given Catherine when compared to the beating he could have given the bitch after she’d denied him the Kid I wanted to have with her ... and still do”

Harry had in fact already been told by his boss Charles Smith he wasn’t taking sides in the matter and that Harry should just take it on the chin, leave it and move on, that Harry should either get back to the job Charles was paying him for, or Harry could ‘Fuck Off’ as Charles Smith not so delicately put it.

However the furious Harry decided his business with Catherine Dixon was far too personal to accept the orders of his boss, especially with his broken nose being an ever present reminder of not only her son Dan, but when the rejection of him from his stepdaughter was so fresh in his mind.

For in the world of Harry, although thinking he just may have gone a little too far with a punch resulting in a serious black eye for her, leaving Catherine in great pain and unable to work for a couple of weeks, Catherine Dixon was still his bitch and a bitch needing to be taught to learn and to understand values of respect toward a man such as Harry.

And if that means giving Catherine Dixon a serious and lengthy punishment beating, then that’s what exactly what he’d do devided big Harry, a serious punishment teaching Catherine to never again disobey him.

The daughter of his own wife Kate she may be, but that didn’t give Catherine a free pass.

And so Harry decided his giving Catherine a few days of beatings at the remote cottage he kept for such occassions would greatly benefit his stepdaughter, who in the thoughts of Harry would emerge a new woman, completely subservient in mind and body toward Catherine’s stepfather Harry.

Especially when Catherine was told by Harry there were no shortage of wealthy people out there, people willing to pay huge sums to obtain a child they couldn’t have themselves, even a ready trained child such as her son Peter ... should the need ever arise.

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Chapter Three Dan Dixon:

“No Dan, I’m more than happy doing all this this for you,, but I’m drawing the line with that because there’s no way I’ll be having my nipples pierced and ringed for you, i’m sorry Dan, but it’s just not going to happen ... I’m happy with the way they are and I’ve had no complaints from you or any of my young men!”

Kate had earlier told her Grandson Dan Dixon in no uncertain terms when Dan broached the subject of Kate having her nipples pierced and ringed and in the thoughts of Dans boss, bringing Kate in line with Catherine and Caroline Dixon, Kates daughter and granddaughter, who along with Kates other daughter Vicky would present Dans boss with the perfect quartet of a nipple ringed family.

Although in truth, the eighteen years old Dan Dixon wasn’t overly concerned about Kates reluctance to have her nipples pierced and ringed at the behest of his boss Charles Smith, who in truth could easily arranged for his tame piercer to visit Kates home and under the instruction of Charles, to pierce and ring her nipples even if Charles Smith ordered Kate bound and gagged whilst doing so.

In fact the ‘Ringmaster’ always got off on such scenarios anyway so it would have been no problem for him.

Although Dan wasn’t about to persure the subject and alienate Kate when thinking he currently had the best of all worlds. That of Dan bedding and fucking his attractive naked busty grandmother, as Dan had been doing that afternoon, whilst also enjoying the body of his Mother Catherine along with his young girlfriend Sharon.

So Dan decided he’d leave it to his boss Charles Smith to make a final decision about Kate and those nipple rings and instead Dan resumed looking down toward the naked busty Kate, kneeling between his outstretched legs and using her tongue to clean and lick Dans semi flaccid cock.

This was a game the insatiable Kate very much enjoyed, playing with Dan’s cock, usually jminutes after he’d emptied his load into Kates willing vagina.

Kates little game of kneeling between Dans legs working on both his cock and balls with her lips and tongue, cleaning them of their combined juices whilst Kate tried breaking her own record when timing just how long it took her to work her grandsons cock toward and achieve another erection.

For Kate loved Oral sex and for Kate the younger the cock the more she enjoyed it, far more so than when taking her husband Harry’s monster in her mouth, when on far more than one occassion Kates brutal husband Harry quite deliberately choked kate with the thing until she’d almost passed out in panic.

That she and Harry were now separated in all but name didn’t bother Kate in the slightest, for she was enjoying life in a way she’d thought she would never do again, especially when having made the mistake of marrying her second husand Harry, after a whirlwind romance of Kate being treated like a princess and given the five star treatment by this new big but gentle man in her life.

Kates mature whirlwind romance was cementated during their first night in a hotel bed together, when Kate discovered not only Harry’s voracious sexual appetite, but Harrys monster cock, so huge the Oral loving Kate couldn’t wait to get her Mouth around it, even though at first hurting like hell when Kate struggled to accommodate Harry’s monster between her cunt lips.

Two weeks later, despite the objections of daughters Catherine and Victoria, Harry and Kate married in a civil ceremony.

‘ Cock Happy’ was how Kate described herself before stark reality set in. The reality she had married a brutal womaniser who thought nothing of bedding other women straight after their wedding day.

Nor had it taken long for Kate to discover the darker side of Harry, when together on the sofa one evening shorty after their marriage, wearing only a tempting black lace low cut negligee, Kate broached the subject of Harry’s womanising.

“Crikey Harry, we’ve only been married five minutes and you are fucking another woman? ... well that stops right now, or we are finished and you can leave my house” Kate told Harry in no uncertain terms.

 
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