Late For Dinner
Copyright© 2001 by M Quayle
Chapter 58: Hey, Old Buddy
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 58: Hey, Old Buddy - A light-hearted romp following the adventures of student-girl Kathy and her family in an alternative version of the present where women can't say 'no'.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Mult Consensual BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Grand Parent Uncle Niece BDSM DomSub MaleDom Group Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Sex Toys Bestiality Enema Exhibitionism Size
Kathy cackled as Daddy and Grand Dad wrestled Billy into position bottoms up across the leather-covered horse.
"He's all your," Grand Dad told Mrs. Potter respectfully, "I've heard good things about your technique."
"And I about yours," Mrs. Potter returned the complement. "It's an honour to be in the presence of such a grand master. Perhaps we can compare notes some time."
"I'd be delighted, Madam."
"Oh my," Mrs. Potter eyed the exquisite welt Grand Dad had tattooed between Billy's shoulder blades, "is this your work?"
"Why, yes, it was just a little something to keep the boy quiet."
"It's so precise." She traced the exacting purple line. "I doubt that I could do any better."
"Any better!" Grand Dad snorted. "I'd like to see you do as good."
SWACK! Mrs. Potter brought her crop down on Billy's back. The boy howled as a straight line almost identical in length and width appeared just below Grand Dad's earlier work.
"No, no, Billy," Mister Potter grabbed him by the jaw, "you don't scream like that. You say 'thank you Mistress, may I have another?' when she honours you with her attention. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good. And when I give you attention, what do you say? Hum? What do you say, boy?"
"I say," Billy tried not to mumble, "I say 'thank you, Sir, may I have another?'"
"I thought you'd never ask." Mister Potter brought his crop down on Billy's bare thigh -- SWACK -- and laughed wickedly.
"Thank you, Sir, may I have another?"
SWACK!
"Thank you, Sir, may I --"
"Wait a minute," Grand Dad thundered. "Mrs. Potter and I aren't finished yet." He pointed mockingly to her mark on Billy's back. "You call this, this squiggle professional work?"
"Are you," she hissed, "challenging me, you old coot?"
"Are you challenging ME?" Grand Dad roared just inches from Mrs. Potter's stony face.
"Ah, a duel! Mistress verses Master," Mister Potter proclaimed. "And what should be the prize for the winner?" He grabbed Kathy by the hair and almost yanked her off her feet. "Perhaps this tasty morsel?"
Grand Dad's eyes narrowed. "No, not my grand daughter. Let's make this even more interesting. Let's bet ourselves. The loser becomes the winner's slave," he eyed the icy black haired beauty, "forever.
"Don't worry," Grand Dad assured Mister Potter, "I'll take you on as my apprentice and put her in your care."
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