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Catherine’s Punishment
Part 4
Catherine meets Joan
Catherine Dixon’s lovely body stirred upon her
large double bed as she gradually came awake.
Slowly, opening her eyes, Catherine began to recall the events that led
to her deep exhausted sleep, telling herself she must get up and take a bath
before her son Dan came home from his football practice.
Catherine’s eyes
strayed to the bedside clock were shocked to see it telling her it was now 7.30pm., two hours since
Sean had left her, and, ‘oh god, Dan must be home by now, what on earth would
he think of me, sleeping away the afternoon’
Stretching her aching,
sexually abused body, Catherine vividly recalled that afternoon’s events, but
when her mind pictured herself being led into Dan’s room, Catherine suddenly
recalled, with mounting concern, Sean removing her Bra and thong whilst in
there. ‘Oh Lord, what if Dan found them?’
All of a sudden
Catherine knew she would not relax until, one way or the other; she had
retrieved her red satin underwear..
Throwing back the
bedclothes Sean had tucked her into before he had left, Catherine, noticed her bedroom
door was open, quickly she threw a silk dressing gown around her naked body, realizing also that she still wore her red
suspender belt and black stockings.
Hurriedly Catherine
looked around her bedroom but could see no clothing of any description lying
around. Quickly dashing across to her bedroom door, Catherine, gazing left and
right, could see or hear nothing. Would
Dan be in his room?
Anxiously, her heart thumping, Catherine made
her way along the landing toward Dan’s room, his door though, was closed.
Recalling that Sean had led her, by her collar
and lead, from Dan’s room, Catherine was certain it was not her who had closed
the door.
Tentatively Catherine
knocked on the door.
‘Dan……..are you in
there, darling’?
Lying on his Bed, a smiling Dan had already
turned off his TV monitor, pushed his erection to one side and zipped up his
Jeans as if expecting his Mother to knock on his door, which, indeed he had!.
Leisurely he pushed his mothers’ thong deeper into his jeans pocket.
‘Sure Mum, come on in”
Dan replied cheerfully.
Catherine, fearful the
next few moments could perhaps ruin their relationship irreparably, hesitated
for a moment or two, and then pushed slowly on Dan’s bedroom door.
‘Hi Mum, have a good
nap?, you left your door open so I couldn’t help but
notice.’
Catherine was aware
her son was looking closely at her dressing gown, and black stockings whilst he
spoke, she wondered for a moment if he suspected something, but then she saw
her Bra, lying on the carpet just under Dan’s Bed, almost hidden by his
oversized bedspread, and, somewhat relived, Catherine assumed her thong must
then also be under Dan’s bed and that Dan, too busy with his video games , had simply not noticed his Mothers underwear beneath
his bed.
‘Yes, thank you
Darling, I had such an awful headache, after, err, earlier, so I though a lie
down would help but I must have dozed off’’ Replied Catherine, her spirits
lifted a little, although she still had to find an opportunity to retrieve her
underwear.
‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear
that Mum, I hope its better now, say, Sean hasn’t been too demanding of you
Mum,, I hope, I met him on my way home and he was telling me he was really
enjoying his visits, that you were showing him so many things.’
Catherine, too intent on
her Bra and thong to notice Dan’s
Deliberate innuendoes, did though feel a
little uncomfortable at the way her son continued to gaze at her breasts. She
pulled her dressing gown tighter, unaware by doing so she was giving Dan a
great display of nipples that for some reason were once again rock hard and pushing
against her thin dressing gown.
.
‘No, not at all
darling, Sean and I had a very good discussion, I expect he’ll come again next
week, it just gave me a headache that’s all,
Darling, but it’s much better
now, in fact, I think I shall take a long hot bath and then make us both a nice
hot supper.’
‘Okay Mum, you do
that, Hey, you want me to make you a coffee and bring it up?’
‘That would be great
Darling’ replied Catherine, seizing the opportunity to retrieve her underwear.
Dan, rose from his bed
to go downstairs and make his Mothers coffee, not before though, taking the
opportunity to kiss his mothers cheek. Marveling at how good she smelled, Dan
assumed it had to be the aroma of Sex. His Mothers Sex, Sean’s Sex, his own sex!.
After waiting a moment, Catherine, dashing
over to where her Bra lay under Dan’s bed, collected the garment but,
frustrated at being unable to find her tiny thong , was soon scrabbling around
under her son’s bed in desperation, but of her thong there was no trace.
Catherine, could only
hope the tiny garment, had not fallen into Dan’s hands, she walked back to her
bedroom and on into its bathroom before running herself a bath. On hearing Dan
telling her he had bought up her coffee was suddenly nervous.
Her little boy, she knew, was growing up, his
hormones were changing, and some of her friends had told her tales of finding
their own underwear, soiled with semen, hidden in their son’s bedrooms.
That thought may well
explain it, but, if Dan had seen removed her thong from his bedroom floor, then
he would certainly have wondered why his Mother’s lingerie was in his bedroom.
Catherine could only
think of telling Dan she may have dropped some laundry on his floor, a
singularly lame excuse but it would have to do.
‘Hey, got your coffee
mum, it’s on your dressing table, Hey, you got a new cell phone Mum, looks cool
‘
Belatedly remembering
Sean had left the cell phone for her future ‘instructions’ Catherine hastily
told Dan she had indeed treated herself to the cell phone, wondering just how
many more times she would have ‘to cover up’ her indiscretions.
Saddened by this
thought, Catherine dragged her aching body into the steamy water, but, once
again the awful sense of betrayal toward her family washed over her as she sank
deep into the relaxing soap suds.
She was, Catherine
reasoned, being led down a pathway of sexual awakening, obviously calculated to
cumulate with her total Submission toward Sean, Okay, even his ownership of her
body.
So who could she now
turn to for advice?
After the first
instance, she should, Catherine thought, have really told her husband, but, she
had made no immediate complaint, not to anyone, so how could she approach him
now.
‘Oh hello darling, whilst you were away I was Caned
by Dan’s friends, they fucked me and then came back another time, this time I
was handcuffed and gagged whilst being anally raped.
Catherine very nearly
giggled to herself at this thought, but, she knew, she would at best be
ridiculed, at worst; he would suspect her of leading the boy on.
So, soaping her still soft
and lovely skin, Catherine wondered if she should confide in Dan,?
Could she tell him
Sean had made inappropriate ‘advances’ toward his mother, perhaps ask Dan to
inform Sean he was no longer welcome in her house.
The difficulty there,
contemplated Catherine, was Dan had seen her asleep in her bedroom on his
return. Then, in her dressing gown, her
black stockings and bare breasts quite obvious, why go to his room, chat with
him, even tell him Sean would probably be coming over again next week,? and,
what if her vision of Dan witnessing his Mothers punishment had in fact, been
the reality.?
Neither could Catherine dismiss entirely, the
worrying notion Dan was in someway, a party to Sean’s objectives toward his
Mother, after all, there was still the nagging questions regarding just how
Sean and his friend Tom, ……Tom, god, she had almost forgotten him, of how she
had sucked his cock and drank his sperm, of just how they had obtained the DVD
of her husband caning her and her subsequent sucking of his cock.
No, the thought Dan may
well have been masturbating into her own, probably wet, underwear, meant
Catherine could not confide in her son either.
And her friends, oh
god no, she embarrassment, the humiliation, she would be the talk of the
neighborhood. In five minute flat. So Catherine also dismissing that option,
knew she was own her own, both her mind and body fighting a loosing battle in
her attempts to deny Sean complete and utter control of her.
For despite her
earlier resolve not to even allow Sean into her house, Catherine had been
unable to either prevent him being in the house, or, worse, to prevent the
sixteen year old Boy/Man from using her, a woman almost three times his age, as
a sexual plaything for his own gratification, the handcuffs, the whipping, the
abusing of her nipples, her utter and complete distress when she first realized
Sean’s cock was about to enter her Anus.
Catherine Dixon had
sensed Sean’s triumph when his huge cock had penetrated the very
depths her hitherto virgin Anus, his way, she know understood, of
demonstrating to her, the terrible power he now held over her.
But, lying there in
her bath, try as she might, Catherine was unable to prevent images of Sean,
dressed or naked, subjecting her body to immeasurable amounts of both pain and
pleasure from flashing before her eyes, she could not, however hard she tried,
deny she had enjoyed every illicit moment, even though she had, in effect, been
Anally raped by Sean..
But Catherine knew it
was wrong, every part of her well ordered middle class being told her it was so
very wrong,!.
And only, at the
weekend, with her husband home, did Catherine find solace in other areas as she
cleaned, cooked and generally tried her best to recreate her previous family
bonding. For, during the next couple of
days Catherine could think of nothing but Sean’s treatment of her on the
Wednesday afternoon, of how he had quite simply conquered her, and with every
such thought. So would begin again the throbbing in her cunt and Catherine would take from its hiding place, the cell phone
Sean had given her, only to feel disappointed there was no text message for her
But, come the weekend, her husband, exhausted as usual
from his week of business travels, hardly noticed just how much effort
Catherine made toward him, her special dress’s, her makeup, the meals.
On the saturday evening and with Dan out
of the house Catherine finally she managed to get her husband, after a bottle
of wine, upstairs in their bedroom.
Catherine devoted all
her energy in her feverish attempts to rekindle the old spark between them, all
in the hope she may somehow drive from her mind the now constant visions of
Sean invading her Anus with his huge cock, hoping, praying, she could, via her
husband of so many years, somehow make herself come to her senses.
But, despite her
husband trying his best, albeit in the usual missionary position, Catherine,
like some crazed junkie desperate for a hit, could see only Sean’s muscular
young body, not her beloved husband, pumping her, telling her she was his
property, his alone.
And when her husband
had eventually ejaculated inside her, Catherine, herself unfulfilled, was
astonished to find herself wondering how often in future, Sean would allow her
to fuck her own husband.. quickly though, she
dismissed the absurdity of such thinking, she was a loving married forty two
year old mother of two, she loved her family, her husband, she was not the
plaything of a young boy…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………But that
night saw Catherine toss and turn in her Bed, her mind ablaze with images
of sixteen years old Sean Brady whipping
her naked, bound and gagged body ………………………………………..
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Sean, whose wealthy
parents owned a string of electronics shops, had had no difficulty in providing
Dan with two, tiny, state of the art, wireless ‘spy cams’ and showing him how
they worked, how, in future Dan would record everything his Mother did in her
Bedroom, view the recordings every day and immediately inform Sean of anything
unusual or interesting on the recordings.
Dan, as Sean had
expected was exceedingly taken with idea of recording his mothers
actions in her bedroom and agreed to Sean’s demand without hesitation.
It had though, not
been until the Sunday morning, when his parents had gone to the golf club
together for drinks that Dan had the opportunity to site the devices in such a
fashion and area they would be of best use, one in Catherine’s bedroom and the
other in her bathroom.
That evening, with the
spy cam receiver in his room connected to a TV channel, Dan had been able to
view his mother, in her bathroom, actually trimming her pubic hair before
taking her bath.
Dan, watching his mother soaping her wonderful
breasts had masturbated fiercely to these images and was disappointed to see
his mother, after drying herself, pulling a long nightdress over that gorgeous
body. Looking at the spy cam in the bedroom when both his Mother and father
were in Bed, Dan was equally disappointed when both bedside lamps were almost
immediately turned off..
The Monday morning,
after both her husband and Tom had left the house, Catherine scattered the
entire contents of her wardrobe over her huge bed. Taking two suitcases from a
closet she then sifted through each garment, throwing into the cases any skirt
or dress that fell below the knee. Those that remained, she could take up from
the hem until they were the required three inches above the knee.
From another case Catherine produced a
selection of skirts and dresses not worn for years. Many of these were ‘mini’
skirts and dresses and these she placed in her wardrobe along with those she
would have to shorten. Vaguely she wondered just how she, a middle aged woman,
would appear to family and friend in her new look of hemlines well above the
knee, well. At least she had the legs to carry it off, she mused.
Next were her tops.
Blouses, jumpers and others were selected and placed in order of merit. Those
that would show off her bra underneath her top took priority, then those she
could wear without a bra but would show off her nipples. The first two she
placed in drawers, all others in suitcases.
Finally Catherine
cleared out from her lingerie collection any Bra’s and knickers without
matching suspender belts, these again went into storage, but Catherine decided
she needed also, some more stockings
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Dan, returning home
late that afternoon, read a note from his mother telling him she had gone
shopping. Quickly he consumed the snack Catherine had left him before rushing
upstairs to his room. There Dan tuned his two TV monitors into their special
channels, and then pulled a special recording device’s from under his pillow.
Sensors on the spy cams
in his mother’s bed room had triggered the recording device and Dan was soon viewing
recordings of his mother ruthlessly sorting her clothes and lingerie. Dan
picked up his own phone and was soon ringing Sean’s cell phone.
‘Well’ Said Sean when
answering, always happy to keep Dan guessing his moods.
‘What’s your Mum been
up to, Dan’
When Dan told him his
mother had been sorting out all her clothes and lingerie a smiling Sean knew he
was now ready to begin the next phase of
‘Mrs. Dixon’s ‘
Slave training!
Catherine Dixon had
not been so full of excited anticipation for years, returning from her shopping
trip whilst Dan concluded his call to Sean, she
shouted a cheerful ‘Hello Dan ,Darling’ toward her Sons bedroom as she
strode into her own room, her hands holding bags containing new lingerie and stockings purchased earlier
in town, two daring sets of lingerie, each with half cup bra and thong,
together with a wonderful pvc Basque she had been unable to resist despite the
disapproving looks from the young shop assistant.
All these Catherine
spread out on the bed and Dan, now viewing his mother walking into her
bathroom, thought he had better add these to his list.
Just though, as
Catherine were about to take her
‘You R 2 report for
training @ Youngs bookshop, lower high st.
Catherine, taking the
cell phone into her bathroom was confused, why would Sean want her to wait in a
bookshop for him. Catherine had never heard of or been to ‘Youngs bookshop’;
also the lower high street was not the smartest area of town.
Still though,
Catherine was excited that at last Sean had made contact, even if rather
obtusely. But would she, Catherine asked herself; have the nerve to obey Sean?
In his room Dan looked on excitedly whilst his
Mother stripped off, first of all, the rather short skirt she wore before
removing what had to be a see through white blouse, leaving him to drool over
that lovely set of powder blue lingerie she had worn on the visit of Tom and
Sean. Dan’s cock twitched excitedly as his blissfully unaware Mother performed
a ‘strip show’ just for him.
Shortly, the second
monitor was showing his Mother stepping naked into her bath. Still of course
totally unaware her every movement, aside from sitting
out of vision, on her toilet, was being monitored by her own Son.
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Surprisingly, upon
finding the less than salubrious lower high st. almost deserted, Catherine
managed to find a parking space almost opposite ‘Youngs Bookshop’
For a minute or two,
Catherine anxiously studied the shop’s rather shabby frontage, wondering yet
again why Sean had told her to be here at 12.50pm, and indeed, why on earth she
had texted back to say she would be here, for, even after she had ‘blitzed’ her
clothing on Monday, her guilt and inbred sense of what is right and what is wrong,
were never far away.
Indeed her whole
morning, though spent in nervous excited anticipation, had also been one of
self incrimination
But always these thoughts struggled to
overcome Catherine’s yearning to be sexually subjugated, controlled, dominated.. And so, that morning, Catherine had convinced herself there really could be no
alternative, telling herself, had she
not obeyed Sean’s instructions, her body would, sooner or later, undoubtedly
suffer at his hands.
Catherine’s thoughts were interrupted when she became aware a couple of scruffily
dressed young lads, no more than sixteen or seventeen, were peering into her
car, pointing and laughing, causing Catherine to glance down to see how much
her short black skirt had ridden up her legs whilst she sat in the driving
position, so much so, the tops of her black stockings were clearly visible to
the scruffy youths
Discomfited by their
pointing and laughing, Catherine hurriedly pulled down the skirt as far as
possible.
But the young lads still remained there, by
her car, pointing and laughing, leaving Catherine feeling trapped inside,
unwilling to get out of the vehicle, fearing the unwanted attentions of the
young lads in the deserted street.
Eventually though,
after looking at her watch to see the time was now 12.50,
Catherine, for some
reason fearful of being late, instead of driving away, decided she would get
out of the car and make a dash for it, across the road.
Almost as though they knew
what she was planning, the moment Catherine opened the drivers door, the young
lads were there, holding it open for her, both of them gazing down to the
erotic display Catharine provided, stocking tops, red suspender tabs and
white thigh, all clearly visible to young covetous eyes, in her hurried attempt
to get out from her Car.
Mortified, Catherine
soon found things getting even worse when one of the lads told the other. ‘Hey, Look at this, she has a great pair of
tits on her as well as good legs,’ causing Catherine to belatedly remember her
Red bra would clearly be visible under her almost transparent white blouse.
Attempting to show as
much modesty as she could muster, Catherine finally managed to stand upright,
her back to the youths.
After managing to lock her Car with the
remote, Catherine then attempted to by pass the two boys. They though, were
having none of it.
‘What are you darling,
another model for him over there?’ said one, his young face riddled with acne
spots.
‘Well, why bother with
him Darling, lets get back in your Car and you can give us both a good blow
job!’ said the other.
Catherine, oblivious
as to the meaning of the spotty boy’s question and horrified by the others boys
demands told them she did not know what he was talking about, would they please
leave her alone, otherwise she would
call for help.
‘Well, well, old
Tony’s gone and got himself a real posh bird,, all la de da’
‘Well, posh as you are
darling, a good looking bird like you should
be a model, even if you are a bit older than most of them over there.’
Was the Spotty youth’s
reply,.
To which, a bemused
and embarrassed Catherine, replying they were very much mistaken, tried to push her way past them, but, the
spotty lad, standing behind her, suddenly put his hand right up, under her skirt,
managing to grasp and pull the waistband of the tiny thong Catherine wore. In desperation Catherine, seeing no help
would be forthcoming in the deserted street, tried to pull away before
realizing she was now trapped between the two youths and that she would be
ripping off her own lingerie by doing so.
‘Please………..please let
me go’ she whimpered, terrified the spotty youth was about. Rip her thong off
her body completely.
‘Not until you hold
this’ said spotty and suddenly his hand was upon Catherine’s wrist.
In abject horror Catherine
looked down to see her hand hovering over a very erect penis the boy must have
slipped out from within his Jeans.
‘Hold it, jerk me off,
then you can go’ he demanded of her. ‘Otherwise you get back in the car………with
us!’
Never in her life had
Catherine faced such an appalling predicament, in broad daylight, in the middle
of the street, being told to masturbate a young boy!, worse still, the other
youth, pushing her up hard against his spotty friend , was now running his own
hands under Catherine’s skirt from her thighs to her hips.
Catherine’s dilemma
was clear, either ‘Jerk off’ the spotty youth or be forced back into her own
car, with them, and then?
“oh God’ Catherine
whispered softly and then gripped the boy’s penis. Slowly, her disgust and indignity
clear on her face, Catherine moved her fingers back and forward on the not
overlarge young penis, much to the boys delight.
‘That’s it bitch, Jerk
me off, hold it harder and cup my balls with your other hand’
Suddenly Catherine,
astonished to find her self actually complying with the horrid boys demand, had
slipped her free hand inside the boys Jeans to find, stroke and cup his balls
whilst continuing to rub his twitching penis whilst, all the while, the other
youth’s hands continued to stroke her thighs, buttocks and, to her horror, find
their way inside her thong.
But Catherine could
also feel something else, and that something, was the now all too familiar
tingle of excitement deep in her groin, and the awful reality that, somehow,
she was enjoying this humiliation dawned upon her.
Of course it could not
last for the spotty youth and soon Catherine felt the youngster’s penis
twitching uncontrollably in her fingers, followed shortly by spurts of his warm
semen over her palm and fingers.
‘Don’t let go until I
tell you’ ordered the spotty youth, leaving the humiliated Catherine, her
fingers covered in his semen, to hold onto the spurting cock.
‘mmmmm, that was great’ said spotty. ‘Now lick your
fingers clean then you can do the same for my pal’
For Catherine this was all too much, and,
letting out a scream, she stumbled across the road to the bookshop, rubbing
sticky fingers onto her skirt, before hurriedly pushing her way past the door,
whilst the two boys, laughingly looked up toward an upper floor window, where
Sean and Tony stood, gestured down that they should now stand by the shop
window.
Once inside the
bookshop, the frightened, flustered and embarrassed blonde housewife, letting
out a huge sigh of relief, looked across to where Joan stood behind her
counter.
‘Oh my Lord,’ Began
Catherine as Joan looked up at her from her counter. ‘Those young boys, out
there, I thought, Oh God, they were just so horrible!’
Joan though, looking
at Catherine with a puzzled expression, merely replied they were just bored
locals, pay them no notice.
Despite her seeming
reassurance, Catherine looked out of the bookshops window to see those same two
young brute’s waving, gesturing for her to come back outside, then, oh god! One
of them was actually waving his cock at her!
‘So then, what can I
do for you?
Catherine, startled by Joan’s sudden question,
for a moment looked back at Joan in bewilderment, surely this rather plain
looking middle aged woman with her hair in a schoolmistress’s bun could see she
needed refuge from those thugs out there!
‘I, er, well, I am just browsing thank you’ replied Catherine,
after all, this was a bookshop.
But Catherine became even
concerned for her own welfare to hear Joan telling her.
‘Well, that’s okay,
but I’m afraid the time is almost
Dismayed by these
words, Catherine looked out the shop window; but those thugs were still there,
still crudely gesticulating toward her.
‘But, but, those boys,
they are still outside!’
‘They are harmless lad
looking for a bit of fun, that’s all, now, unless you have other business, I
must ask you to leave’ interjected Joan forcefully, walking toward the door.
‘But……but I, I have,
have to meet someone here.’ Replied
Catherine in desperation
‘Look, if you are
expected, then you must tell me who you are, and why you are here, otherwise’
Said Joan, gesturing toward the door.
‘Oh…My name is, err
Catherine, and err…well, I was asked to be here at 12.50’
‘Okay Catherine, at
least I we have got that much out of you,
but who are you supposed to be meeting, and for what reason were you
asked here?’ replied Joan, looking exasperated by now, demanded of Catherine..
Catherine was stunned
by the ease in which this woman, at least 5 inches shorter than herself and
with, seemly, a distinctly ‘old maid’ dress sense, intimidated her.
‘er…….er Sean Brady’ she mumbled.
‘Oh yes, Sean’ replied Joan making her way back behind her counter, looking
down ward as if perhaps studying a diary.
‘mmmmmmm’
right, now, what did you say was your name’
‘Catherine’
Joan, looking across
to Catherine as one would a recalcitrant child, patiently asked.
‘Your full name
please’
‘Oh, er, Catherine Dixon’
Again Joan gazed down
to the counter and the imaginary diary.
‘And would that be
Miss or Mrs. Dixon’
‘oh…..err….Mrs.
replied Catherine sheepishly.
‘That’s better, it
wasn’t that hard, was it Mrs. Dixon, Now, if you’ll tell me exactly why you
were asked here, I shall be able to lock up the shop ‘
‘Catherine, had no
where to go or hide, she realized she had to tell this horrible woman and could
only whisper shamefacedly.
‘Err, Training’
After again looking
down to her non existent diary Joan, looking back up to Catherine said.
‘Right, yes, I have it
here, we seem to be getting somewhere at last, Mrs. Dixon, now then, please
tell me if I have got this right,
You are Mrs. Catherine
Dixon, forty two years old, a mother of two and you are here to begin your obedience
training as Sean Brady’s personal property, his Sex Slave?’
If there had been a
hole in the ground she could jump into, if there had not been those horrible
brute’s outside, if,if ,if, but Catherine, her face reddened by shame and humiliation and dismayed at how this mousy looking woman, at least 5
inches shorter then herself managed to so easily intimidate her, found she had no option but to nod her head
weakly and mumble ‘yes’……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
A Work of Fiction
‘ To be
Continued Shortly
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