Chapter 4

That evening I was put to the task of cleaning, dusting, and ensuring that everything in Francine was in its proper place.

“A place for everything and everything in its place,” she delighted in saying. She also worked on my posture and the way I walked. I thought I had good posture, but nothing was ever quite good enough for a perfectionist like Francine.

“You walk like a clumsy ape. Try gliding across the floor with some measure of grace. If you must move, why can you not do so in an appealing way, Piggy?”

“I will try, Ma’am,” I was eager to learn and quickly accepting that if I had to be here all weekend, it would be easier to comply and not receive as many whacks with the ruler. Francine taught me to walk shoulders back and eyes cast down.

“Stop ogling me. You make me uncomfortable. I would imagine you stare at my granddaughters the same way you stared at those young girls today?”

That was an unfair question. If I answered yes or no, it meant I was admitting to leering at the girls. “I will try to do better, Ma’am.”

“Trying involves the possibility of failure, Jasper. You are going to learn to behave yourself. I asked you a yes or no question. Yet, you have chosen to ignore it and provide an inadequate response. How much of my time are you going to waste with these frequent corrections?” She sighed as she ordered me to grab my ankles again.

“I am sorry, Ma’am. I was not aware that I stared at the girls today. I was in a bit of a panic when they saw me naked,” I said as I grabbed my ankles. I was getting better at being able to reach lower after several spanking sessions.

“Those girls had no interest in seeing your little tallywhacker. I am sure yours wasn’t the first that they had seen. As unimpressive as your package is, you may have ensured they will choose the life of a lesbian rather than be unsatisfied.”

I blushed as she spanked my ass with the ruler and reminded me I still hadn’t fully answered the question.

“One, I do not ogle my daughters, Ma’am,” I assured her.

“Bullshit, I have seen you staring at them. At the few family events that I have tolerated your presence, I have often seen you staring at them. They are growing increasingly full-figured like their mother. They are beautiful, and you admire their bodies – don’t you?”

“Yes, my daughters are beautiful, and I admire them, too!” I admitted. I had no dirty thoughts about my daughters. However, I have to admit that I had noticed Myra and Athena wore small thongs and had exposed cleavage in the bikinis they chose for the beach. I hadn’t said anything about it because I didn’t want to embarrass them by drawing attention to what they wore.

“We are never going to get anywhere if you are not truthful with me, Jasper. I can see right through a little piggy like you. My granddaughters are exceptional beauties. If you didn’t notice their budding sexuality, then I would consider you a fool. I should teach them to control you– as Kim has clearly allowed you to become lazy.”

That little comment was enough for me to realize that my wife probably had no idea that I was going to be subjected to discipline like this. I had so many questions for Kim when I finally saw her. My main concern was whether or not I should even admit I did these things with her mother. I continued counting out strokes as Francine grilled me about my daughters. She wanted to know how they did in school and whether they were well behaved. She never once asked about Freddy.

“You are welcome to visit and see them anytime, Ma’am,” I volunteered as I rubbed my sore ass after she finished giving me ten swats on the behind.

“That would be a decision for Kim and not you, and no I am not welcome in your house,” Francine sounded dour. I realized I had just spoken out of turn without being spoken to first, but Francine didn’t punish me for it.

If my wife and her mother had a falling out, then why had Kim sent me here this weekend? I still had so many questions, but I knew better than to probe too deeply with Francine.

Francine considered me a little man with little ideas and no authority in my own house.

It was true – I don’t push anyone around or tell them what to do. She told me that it would remain that way for the foreseeable future. “Don’t go home and start trying to bully my granddaughters or Kim either just because you think I was too hard on you this weekend. I’ll find out and I will bust your balls into tiny little pieces and hang them around your neck!”

“I would never dream of it,” I assured her.

That evening after I steamed her drapes and washed all of her windows she showed me where I was to sleep.

There was a space for me under the stairs. It was a small closet of sorts – about three feet high and three feet wide. There were chains bolted to the walls, and it looked like a make-shift mattress was in there.

Francine removed my butt plug and patted my head while I sucked it clean. I didn’t complain, but I blushed considerably. The patronizing way that she treated me was so shocking that it made my dick bulge in the cage I was still wearing.

“You will sleep here, Piggy. This is more than you deserve considering the pitiful work you put in today.

In the morning, the plug goes back where it belongs in that dirty hole of yours. If you piss on this mattress you will be sleeping in it the following night.”

I obediently crawled into the stairwell closet and allowed her to apply shackles to my legs and wrists. The chains were taut so that I could not easily touch myself, but I could sleep on the mattress.

“If you snore, or bother me tonight, I will put you outside on the patio. I hope you appreciate being able to sleep in the house.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as she closed the door and left me in the dark. I thought I heard her turn a lock. I was locked into the room – so that even if I managed to yank the chains from the wall, I would probably not be able to escape.

I was tempted to masturbate. I still had the cock cage locked around my dick, but I desperately wanted to play with myself now that I was alone. Unfortunately, the chains did not have enough give to allow me to do that. I satiated my lust by dry humping the mattress a few times. Getting fully hard was quite painful, but I wanted nothing more than to ejaculate.

Kim and I did not have a wild sex life. We had a reasonable amount of sex – usually once or twice a month. I never initiated because I wanted to ensure that Kim was in the mood. I started to think about her. I wondered if she and the kids were having fun at the beach.

It was hard to fall asleep. I was used to a nice warm cozy bed at home. I often didn’t snuggle with my wife – I didn’t want to bother her while she was trying to sleep. I felt like if she was here, I would have held her all night as tightly as I could.

I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was more afraid of where this all led. Was this new situation what Kim wanted at home as well? How would that even work around our kids? I’d never even walk out in my underwear around them.

I also wondered if my wife was cheating on me. I never thought about it until Francine started talking about it. It could have been entirely possible that my wife was meeting some man at the hotel and considered me a wimp. I had a lot of self-doubt at that time and so many unanswered questions. I was making myself crazy with the possible scenarios. What was she doing at the beach without me? I wanted to be there so badly.

I gave some thought to the possibilities;

Either Kim knew that her mom would discipline me, or she didn’t.

If she did, then she didn’t warn me, and she wanted it to happen.

If she didn’t, then I was probably going to be in trouble for allowing her mother to whack me off and plug me.

Speaking of the plug – I really missed it. I had grown used to it over the course of that afternoon into the evening. It had made me feel full – and had turned me on. Francine mentioned something about prostate milking, and I got the impression the plug was designed in some way to excite me – as much as it was to humiliate me.

I drifted to sleep with thoughts about Kim and her possible reaction to hearing about my weekend. I also went to sleep thinking about how huge Myra and Athena’s tits and asses were getting – and how much I had actually noticed and not thought much about until Francine made me accept that I HAD looked at them.

That morning I was plugged and once again subject to sucking my liquid breakfast from a baby’s bottle nipple. When Francine took me outside to allow me to wash my face and use the lawn to do my business, she offered me a “rare treat.”

“Lay on your back and lift your legs over your head,” she instructed. She had me use my arms to brace my back so that I was in a sort of makeshift headstand with my shoulders flat on the ground. She unlocked my cock cage, and my dick immediately sprang to life.

“Just as I thought, a lot of wet dreams last night,” she shook her head in disgust. “Open your mouth wide,” she insisted. I did as I was told, and she let my erect cock dangle so that it was right over my mouth before she touched it.

It didn’t take her long to make me cum. A few short jerks, and I was squirting my own cum into my mouth. “Stop making faces – you love the taste of your own semen.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I agreed. It was gross, but I quickly swallowed it. I felt intense shame as she made me hold the position and stare up at my cock. I felt if I could drop my legs a little lower, I might even be able to suck my own dick in this position.