Catherine Dixon's Punishment
Copyright© 2020 by Jonnyboy
Part 53
BDSM Sex Story: Part 53 - 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 1
“Danny boy! How are you doing my man, perhaps you are wondering why your mom hasn’t returned from shopping at the mall?”
The familiar growl of his ‘step grandad’, Harry was the very last voice Dan Dixon expected to hear on his phone, not when Dans last contact with him had been his head upon the nose of Harry, leaving it broken and dripping with blood.
Since then neither Dan or his Mother Catherine had seen or heard a word from Harry, whose regular cash collection from his Mother ‘work’ was made by Annie Day, along with an apology to Catherine that she either do as told by Harry, or suffer yet another beating from a brute who had pretty taken Annie herself and her home as his own
However, this was situation that didn’t appear to concern or bother Charles Smith, h boss of both Dan and Harry, for Charles was currently more interested in his latest project, that of taking the beautiful Sylvia Harris as his own, along with her home and family lock stock and barrel.
Not simply because he could do so, but as Dan Dixon suspected, Charles intended use Sylvia’s home as his base for the drug dealing operation Charles ensured was resurrected when released from his spell in prison.
All of which made sense to Dan, when the police were often nosing around the Manor House keeping an eyes on Charles Smith and even if Sylvia Harris or her husband were no longer in control of themselves or their property, that was of no concern to Dan Dixon when his own loyalty lay with Charles.
For since his brutal taking down of Harry and broken the big man’s nose, Dan had become more than a protege of Charles, but more a confidant of Charles, given the added responsibility of not only having full control of Dan’s attractive busty grandmother Kate, but also his Mother Catherine along with Sharon, aka Poppy, the live in part time lover of both Dan and his Mother Catherine, who it appeared from the tone of Harry was the subject of his phone call.
Unfortunately for Dan, who at that very moment, had been wondering where his Mother and infant son had got to, when one of her regular BDSM punters would soon be arriving at the house in expectation of a spanking and sex session with Catherine, leaving Dan thinking he would just have to be turned away.
For as she often did, Dans on off live in girlfriend Sharon and stand in for Catherine Dixon, had as she so often did, dissapeared a couple of days ago, since when Dan hadn’t heard from the small busty young blonde and assumed Sharon was having some lesbian fun with with one of her many girlfriends...
“Oh Yeah Harry,? well I’m sure Catherine and Peter will soon be back from their shopping trip” replied Dan eventually.
“you think so Danny Boy? well let’s go facetime and you’ll see Mom ain’t going nowhere right now and so you’ll need to collect Moms car from the supermarket “ replied Harry with an evil laugh toward an increasingly concerned Dan Dixon, before moments later, Dan was astonished to see on his phone screen, a clear video image of his naked mother, strung from by her wide spread ankles from a wooden ceiling beam with her hands cuffed behind her back.
From here, Catherine’s long blonde hair dangled toward the floor from her waist level head and where from behind Catherine, Harry began using a leather whip harshly upon the back of Dans screaming Mother, after which, Harry gave Catherine’s legs and buttocks the same treatment for a good very painful thirty seconds, when looking toward the camera, Harry told Catherines increasingly furious son
“As you can see Danny Boy, your Mom is a little busy right now, but let’s get her enjoying herself whilst she’s hanging around and then we can have a nice long chat about her “ grinned Harry across the screen of Dan’s smartphone, leaving Dan looking on in astonished ever growing anger.
Moving into the picture again, Harry was now standing beside Catherine and with a bunch of her long blonde hair in his fist, pulling her head up toward his crotch and the enormous erect cock Harry pulled from his jeans
A huge erect which Harry thrust into Catherine’s mouth, along with an instruction to Catherine she make Harry cum in her mouth in no more than five minutes, or get another beating until she learned how to do so.
One the many things taught to Dan by Charles Smith, was to never display anger and emotion toward an enemy, ‘that way you keep them guessing ‘ Charles added to Dan.
A lesson learned by Dan, who despite a growing inner anger and fury knew he needed to discover just what Harry was up to and where he was before saying or doing anything.
“Okay Harry, now I know you’ve got Catherine with you, where is little Peter and what is it you want from from me” Replied Dan as calmly as possible, knowing this was far from the first time his BDSM whore mother had experienced such a scenario, even if it was one Dan realised was making his cock grow toward an unwanted erection when watching the mouth of his helpless Mother, working hard upon Harry’s enorius cock in her efforts to make Harry shoot his load into her mouth.
“Well Dan, first up you gotta understand your Moms current situation is one all of your own making” began Harry as his fingers delved between Catherine’s wide spread buttocks, legs and then deep between her shaven cunt lips, whilst adding.
“although your Mom has seen and spoken with the kid on facetime and the nice place he’s staying in for a while, along with the childminder i hired and so Catherine knows Peter will be okay with her and well looked after until Cat is ready”
Ready for what Harry hadn’t yet said, although Dan was begining to get a pretty good idea when Harry continued.
“And you also stole my wife Dan, that’s an out her minus you and Cat have to answer for, stole her and turned Kate into a whore just like you did her daughter here ... and oh yeah, i heard all about how your sold out your Mother to that Sean Brady and how the both of you pretty much sold Catherine to that Tony Weston guy for use as his own whore”
“And It was you Dan who stole my bitch from me just when we were getting on so well, even though your Mom had cheated on me when we were trying to make a kid for me, in fact I was event willing to forgive Cat for that spot of disobedience toward me ... providing she didn’t try that stunt again and had the kid i’ve aways wanted ... and then you went and broke my fucking nose you cunt”
“jeez, this guy is a class A loony’ decided Dan and although aware he needed to keep his cool, Dan wanted nothing more that to tell Harry that to his face before breaking his nose again as Harry went on
“As for her little brat Peter, well he’s being well looked after and will be until Catherine is ready to have him back with her ... ahh Jeez ... that’s so good Cat baby, keep that up and you’ll save yourself a beating” groaned Harry whilst Dans Mother used all her expertise to draw a rush of semen from his huge cock as Harry continued.
“And i haven’t forgotten how you stole my of my job and chance to earn more money at the Manor House Dan and i’ve had enough of you taking eveything from me, so I’m taking this one back and Catherine is going nowhere until she’s well into a pregnancy and ready to produce my child.
It was by now obvious to Dan that big Harry had set in motion a clever plan to kidnap and to repeatedly fuck his Mothe, who’s Dan knew was a fertile woman very vunerable without her birth control pills, and for as long as it took to ensure the very fertile Catherine was pregnant with his child, as had been the case when Catherine had been repeatedly raped by the Harris Twins, over and again to produce little Peter and simply as no more that an evil experiment upon his Mother.
Unfortunately Dan knew only to well his Mother would once again refuse to terminate her pregnancy, when recalling Catherines angry words to him when he’d suggested his Mother should do so when Carrying the baby of Mark and David Harris.
“You must understand all human life is sacred Dan and no matter what the circumstances, i would never ever terminate a human life, even one resulting in my being repeatedly raped as I was by those evil boys”
Leaving Dan Dixon in a huge quandary and one it seemed of his own making, added to which, Dan didn’t have a clue as to where Harry was keeping his Mother, or any means of him doing so, for even though Charles Smith had advised Dan of how best to handle Harry, he’d also advised Dan not to get involved with or get on the wrong side of Harry, a man he’d spent time in prison with...
“I warn you now Dan, Harry is a guy who never forgets, one capable of anything, even when just for the hell of it and to be honest, right in my position right now i can’t afford to do much more than advise youwhen the cops are looking for any excuse to arrest me again and if things turn nasty with Harry then they’d do just that “ Charles had warned Dan.
So Dan realised he was on his own this time, and without any means of discovering just where Harry was keeping his Mother, let alone freeing her from the clutches of her possibly deranged ex lover
So just what could he do now?, wondered Dan, before wondering if perhaps he should even try cutting some form of deal with Harry, one where perhaps in exchange for visual assurances that his Mother and Peter were at all times well cared for, Dan would in exchange accept he’d be having another brother or sister, thought Dan, before on the facetime screen Harry was exclaiming,
“Oh hell, that’s it baby ... good girl Cat”! groaned Harry moments before shooting his load into Catherine’s mouth, whilst Dan looked on in no little fascination, envy and sexual arrousal as the contents of Harry’s balls shot through his massive cock and filling the mouth of his Dans unfortunate Mother, who suspended from her ankles found the white gloppy mess impossible to swallow, leaving Harry’s gift to her dribbling out of her mouth and the into and around Catherine’s nose, eyes and forehead and then on into her hair.
Although with his eyes glued to what was display of Harry’s complete domination over his utterly humiliated Mother, Dan had now a huge erection of his own and was finding it increasly difficult to resist the tempatation of jerking himself off to the incredible scenario unfolding on the screen of his smartphone. Although satisfied he’d made his point, Harry then terminated the call, leaving Dan angry and frustrated when before doing so Harry told him.
“That’s all for now Danny Boy, I really hope you enjoyed yourself jerking of to your Mom there ... but remember this Danny Boy, it only takes just one single word from you to anyone at all gets MY Bitch Catherine here some very serious punishment...”
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Chapter 2
With Harry carefully taking Catherine down from the large ceiling rings holding her ankle cuffed legs and place, he then placed the all but naked busty blonde into a soft rope hogtie and a position upon a very large bed and where for the first time, Catherine realised she was being held by Harry against her will in a large ‘Bondage Playroom’.
A large room with deep red walls holding a huge display of whips, canes, leather paddle, wrist and ankle cuffs cuffs, ropes and full bondage harnesses, whilst upon the wall opposite Catherine was decorated with an array of A4 colour photos.
Photos of Catherine either naked or wearing her erotic lingerie, in the process of either being fucked by Harry or paying homage to Harry’s giant cock with mouth and tongue, many of the photos displaying close ups of Catherine smiling up in wonderment toward Harry whilst licking his and kissing massive cock
“Take a good look around Cat, this is now your home right now and aside from my bedroom you’ll be spending plenty of time in here, at least until you’re pregnancy is visible”
Harry told the stunned Catherine whilst stroking her large breasts and helpless naked body, unsure of whether Big Harry simply had gone mad or wanted her so badly was prepared to go to any extreme to have her, leaving Catherine curiously hoping it was the latter.
having released Catherines legs from her hogtie, whilst leaving her wrists tied behind her back, Catherine was soon grimacing when once again taking Harrys massive viagra inspired erection between her cunt folds and once again experience that wonderful sensation Catherine remembered so well whenever Harry slid that enormous erect cock deep inside of her.
A huge weapon, which despite everything Harry had done, Catherine realised she’d missed terribly the moment Harry began slipping that huge weapon back and forth inside of her, leaving the helpless Catherine once again gasping, groaning and recalling the very first time she’d been fucked by Harry and just how good it felt having his huge cock inside her, overwhelming, controlling and dominating Catherine’s soul and body in ways no one had ever done before or since.
Only when Harry was ready and satisfied Catherine was once more enjoying the multi orgasms she’d always achieved from his cock and that as so often before, Catherine’s legs had wrapped themselves around the back of his thighs, did Harry let himself go and shoot another stream of his semen deep inside of Catherine, hoping this load was the one gradually creating his own baby.
Afterward, with her wrists remaining tied behind her, Catherine knew she was going nowhere soon and with mixed feelings, she had to accept she was again under the control of ‘Big Harry’, when with a tear in her eye, Harry allowed the bound and naked Catherine Dixon another facetime brief talk with her son little Peter, although Catherine was cheered a little when the smiling little Peter appeared content enough when playing with the large number of soft toys surrounding him, in what appeared to be a large clean and well furnished room, even though Catherine little realised Peter has in fact in the very same building as herself.
All too soon, Harry terminated Catherine’s precious facetime contact with her son and then placed a leather collar around Catherine’s neck, to which Harry padlocked a built in leash to the bed head and then leaving the room without another word to Catherine, leaving the helpless mature busty blonde to lay back upon the huge bed.
With a steady of Harry’s semen dripping from between her cunts lips, Catherine could only now begin digesting and speculating upon the terrifying events leading to her being naked and tethered to this huge bed, thankful only that at least her son Peter had been able only to see the face of his bound and naked Mother when Harry held the phone toward her.
In fact Catherine was as terrified as never before when Harry so unexpectedly appeared beside her in that supermarket carpet and unable to escape Harry’s iron like grip, having to look on in horror to her little Peter taken away by a woman she’d she seen before.
Then despite her protests, Catherine found herself bundled onto a matress in the rear of an old van, where ever more terrified, Catherine was stripped down to her lingerie by Harry, before handcuffing her wrists at her back, the understandably terrified Catherine continued begging Harry to release her and bring her child back to her, until annoyed by Catherine’s ceaseless pleading, Harry grabbed a fistful of long blonde hair and forcing Catherine’s face up to his own and dangling a ball gag before Catherine’s eyes, Harry snarled
“you have grown even more argumentative since dumping your Papa Harry Catherine and unless you shut the fuck up, Papa Harry will push this thing in your mouth and then call my friend looking after your kid and tell her to inform the kid his Mom doesn’t want him anymore and has given him away”
A threat which without the use of violence for a change, did the trick for Harry when the terrified Catherine immedietly stopped complaining.
‘So now say you are sorry to poor Harry for your complaining Catherine, just as you used to whenever being disobedience toward your Papa Harry” added Harry when weighing one of Catherine large breasts, only partially concealed by a black lacy Bra.
More concerned for the safety of little Peter and horrified by the prospect of him being taught to hate his Mother, Catherine had no hesitation in replying to Harry.
“I’m so sorry for being disobedient to my Papa Harry, I’m begging you Papa, please forgive your baby Cat and allow her to worship your wonderful cock” recited Catherine, using just one of the many apologies demanded by Harry ingrained into Catherine, with the liberal use of harsh spankings and other punishments to ensure Catherines complete submission toward Harry.
And Harry’s violence and sex based domination of the besotted Catherine had worked upon her, until the day in that Hotel, when Harry made a miss judgement and went too far by using his large fist to give Catherine an horrific black eye after she’d confessed to taking birth control pills, when Harry thought they were making making a baby for Himself and Catherine.
Kneeling on the mattress In the rear of his van and relieving the helpless Catherine of her black bra and thong, leaving her wearing no more than a black lace suspender belt and black seam stocking, Harry spent the next ten minutes reacquainting his hands and fingers with the curvy busty body of the silent, obedient and yet very worried and handcuffed Catherine Dixon.
Ten minute spent weighing and toying with her large breasts and hardening nipples and slipping a hand down over Catherine’s trim stomach before slipping two fingers between Catherine’s surprisingly wet cunt lips...
“Jeez Cat, have I ever missed this” began Harry whilst easing his finger back and forth inside of Catherine’s increasingly juicing cunt lips, whilst even when fearful not of only the intentions of Harry, along with the violence her could well inflict inflict upon her, Catherine found it more and difficult to prevent her body from once again responding to the sexual desires that had always overwhelmed her when Harry had behaved toward her as he now was
“The Fear Factor brings out your true nature ... it’s what you need to experience real satisfaction”,” Harry had often said when deliberately sexually and phycially abusing Catherine and yet without ever going too far, but far enough to release from Catherine a torrent of juices flooding from between her cunt lips while groaning toward another incredible orgasm, even before screaming in delight when Harry slid his giant weapon inside her.
In the rear of that old van it was happening to Catherine all over again, for despite the horror of seeing her infant son stolen from her, Catherine’s very fear of Harry and what he was capable of doing to her, set her cunt throbbing wildly and her huge erect ringed nipples tingled in sexual excitement, not only for that moment, but in nervous anticipation of what may lay ahead for her
Although an anticipation tingled with dissapointment, when satisfied Catherine was becoming a sexually aroused simply through her fear of him, rather than fucking her or event making her suck him off, Harry instead left Catherine laying there in her black stockings and suspenders, as with her juices dripping from between her cub lips Harry instead drove his old van into the countryside...
Before putting his plans into action, Harry was sensible enough to consult with Charles Smith about his new venture and intentions regarding Catherine Dixon and her family and when doing so, Harry offered Charles a generous initial tribute, one increasing on a monthly basis as Harry’s fledging business took off and increased to provide ever increasing payments without risk or financial loss to Charles Smith, who was at the time having to pass the lions share of profits made from all the women under his control to the associates of his former boss Richard.
That was a situation Charles wanted to end as soon as possible by taking much of the operation away from his associates and into his own hands when taking over the home of Sylvia Harris, who was now little more than his own personal slave.
An idea which to Charles appeared to be the solution, for there was plenty of scope to add to and alter the home of Sylvia to accomodate the women he’d take from the manor house operation.
So the plans of ‘big Harry’ proved very interesting to Charles, that of transferring in stages, the entire Dixon and Preston clan along with Annie Day, to the large secluded out of town ex hotel now owned by Harry.
This was bankrupt nine en suite bedroom Hotel and in need of renovation and which Harry had seen at an auction and for which on a whim, he’d then paid a bargain price, paying for it with a lot of his wife Kate’s money, money entrusted to Charles by Kate, money he was supposed be keeping in a trust fund for Kate.
A former Hotel Harry had kept secret from his wife and her family and which over a period of time, Harry transformed from a large run down countryside property into a more modern multi bed multi bathroom house, one fit for the kind of fetish brothel Harry had long since wanted to operate.
After temper of Harry led to him using a bit too much violence upon Catherine Dixon, Harry had then been busy modifying the en suite room Harry earmarked for Catherine and himself, whilst dividing and enlarging certain other rooms in the property.
These were rooms in which Harry intended accommodating the other women he’d chosen, along with Catherine’s son Dan and his girl Sharon/poppy, who would act as Childminder to Catherine’s son, hopefully along with the new child Harry was determined Catherine would produce for him.
Finally, Dan Dixon would be brought to the Hotel to be shown the consequenses of breaking Harry’s nose, when transorned by Harry into a eunoch type serving slave, albeit a eunoch still with his cock and balls for Harry’s entertainment.
When complete, as he’d explained to Charles Smith, Harry would in gradual stages, move in the other women he’d selected, one at a time to be disciplined and retrained by Harry, after which they’d be working in shifts under the control of Harry himself...
So the naked Photos obtained by Harry of Vicroria Preston, Caroline Dixon, Mandy Hill and Carol Hayward displayed in the ‘Playroom’ along with that Annie Day, were there for a very good reason.
Such was the brutal and perhaps even crazy plan put to Charles Smith by Harry, but one when put to him, appreared to be a no brainer to Charles Smith.
For the plans of Harry to gradually transfer these women to his own property would then take the heat from the idea of Charles to tranfer the very same women to work in what Charles now regarded as his own home, even though currently being in the name of the woman currently sleeping beside him.
For allowing Harry to go ahead with his plan meant far less of a risk for Charles, especially when he was trying to keep a low profile when building up a far more lucrative drugs business from the home of the oblivious woman sleeping beside him.
And this morning Charles continued to think so, whilst stroking the naked body of Sylvia Harris sleeping beside him whilst Charles studied a group whatapp photo Harry sent him.
This was a photo of a naked Catherine Dixon strung from her ankles, leaving Charles thinking how just how surpised and terrified Catherine must have been when kidnapped in broad daylight by Harry, who being Big Harry, certainly wouldnt have held back on punishing and humiliating Catherine for crime of running away from Harry.
Well that was Catherines problem, not his, decided Charles, although he’d told Harry he’d have to think about his also taking Catherine’s son Dan as part of his proposed stable, for no doubt Harry was probably looking toward enslaving and punishing Catherines son in revenge for Dan having broken Harry’s nose.
Although sounding a very interesting proposition and one he’d like to witness, it was also one Charles needed to think over when Dan Dixon was currently proving very useful to him, although perhaps a few months spent with Harry would do Dan some good and he’d learn to appreciate what his Mother had to go through as bdsm whore when discovering just how painful it felt undergoing real pain and punishment.
Thoughts leading to Charles once again considering John Harris, now that he’d shown his mettle, and Charles had certainly grown fond of the very intelligent son of Sylvia Harris and John was not much younger than Dan Dixon and had now returned from boarding school for Summer before going up to Uni.
So if he agreed to it, John was available to work with Charles as a replacement for Dan Dixon for a few months, which Charles was certain the boy itching to do, when he’d already groomed John toward fucking his Mother, begining when ensuring John had witnessed his naked Mother Sylvia upon the bondage hammock, and where the eyes of John and the buldge of his crotch told Charles that fucking his beaufiful Mother Sylvia was exactly wanted John wanted to do.
So why not encrouge John to do exactly that? fuck his beautiful busty blonde mother?
An offer from Charles which proved to be one John grabbed at, literally with both hands when holding his Mother chained well spead legs upon the bondage hammock, when standing between her legs John then slid his dick back and forth inside Sylvia’s very welcoming pussy, whilst the look of sheer exstacy on her face said everything, that such was her pleasure, Sylvia Harris was lost in her own world of sheer sexual desire, telling Charles everything he needed to know, that he now had complete control of the entire Harris family along with their home.
Continuing to stroke the curvy naked body of Sylvia Harris, the thoughts of Charles then drifted back toward Harrys scheme and if it proved to be a success.
For with clever accountant such as his own, Charles thought the resulting empty properties of Catherine Dixon and Annie Day could perhaps be sold by him for a vast profit, even perhaps along with the home of Vicky Preston.
For her having been given a percentage of ownership returned, the ownership deeds of the home of Vicky Preston lay in the Manor House safe, left there at the request of Charles by Richard when departing the Manor House and now there for the talking in a safe to which only Charles and as his accounts assistant, Annie Day held a key and although having a history of embezzling her former employers, Charles was certain Annie Day knew it really would be more that her life was worth to interfere with those ownership deeds.
With a beaming grin, Charles then mulled over the possibilities of him eventually selling the homes of Catherine Dixon, Vicky Preston and Annie Day, once the women were transferred to Big Harry and when Charles would have Sylvia Harris working for him whilst naked in the office.
What a great scam that would if pulled off, decided Charle, when put together, those houses could be worth over a couple million, if not not far more.
Certainly Charles was more than just tempted by this idea, one he decided he’d have his tame bent accountant looking into, when by now with a very pleasing erection Charles decided to put to good use between the legs of Sylvia Harris, who herself was unaware that thanks to that tame accountant of Charles Smith, her own beautiful home was well on its way to slipping into the ownership of another business owned by Charles Smith
A property Charles would then add to his growing drugs and property empire, now he’d moved into and taken over the entire family and home of Sylvia and husband Paul, who at that very moment was himself locked in his new very small bedroom, as always chained naked to its small metal single bed.
There, the naked Paul Harris would remain until Charles finished with Sylvia, when after she’d showered, applied her cosmetics and dressed in whatever sexy skimpy clothing Charles decided, Paul’s wife in name only, would then ask Charles his permission to to release her husand from his Chains, allowing Paul to use the bathroom he desperately needed.
Although for Paul Harris, this whole new lifestyle was one he in fact greatly enjoyed, a scenario remaining the same until the arrival home of Sylvias son John from his live in school for the odd weekend and holidays, when Paul would sleep unchained whilst John Harris continued occupying his own far larger room, fully aware his beautiful Mother now belonged to Charles Smith.
Easily lifting the gradually waking Sylvia in both hands from her sleeping position and for her to straddle his musculer body, f Charles to slide Sylvia’s already wet cunt folds over his tent pole like cock, Charles began easily fucking her and toying with Sylvia’s new gold nipple rings, bringing the beautiful mature blonde to her first of the many orgasms he’d be giving Sylvia during the day, Charles thought of and eventually decided upon the immediate futures of his protege Dan Dixon and Sylvia’s son John.
Chapter 3
Charles Smith was a man John Harris idolised from the moment Charles displayed to John his naked mother, chained to the amazing bondage hammock created by Charles.