Mother & Daughter Dommes
Art: Mrs Spanker, used with her permission. Spanking artwork. Spanking stories.
“To prevent confusion, you will address me as Mrs. Bishop rather than Mistress.” Mrs. Bishop was Jacklyn’s (his Domme girlfriend) mother.
“Don’t tremble so. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless of course, you deserve it.”
She was an imposing, majestic woman. Cary was overawed.
Mistress Jacklyn had introduced him as, “My servitor, Cary. He proposed to me.”
“That was certainly impertinent of him.”
“I know. But he is a man. He did not understand the impropriety. He is good-hearted if foolish.”
“I’ve raised you well and trust your judgement. You think he might be a satisfactory slave husband?”
Mistress Jacklyn turned to her servant. “What are you waiting for? We are indoors, strip.”
The two women watched as he removed and folded his clothes. His blushes made them smile. Shame keeps men humble.
“Yes, Mother. Cary is humble, obedient. And he has an agile, clever tongue.”
They laughed.
“That is why I brought him here. I want your approval. If you give it, help in deeper training.”
“As I said, I trust your judgment.”
“I think father will be a good example for Cary. Where is he?”
“Grocery shopping. Cary can help Frank do his chores and learn proper deportment for a slave husband.”
“Cary, you are fidgeting. Put your hands behind your head. Go stand in the corner.”
“Yes, Mistress Jacklyn.”
Mother and daughter gossiped about friends. They heard the back door open. Slave husband Frank returned with groceries.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” said Mistress Bishop.
As soon as he saw his, Mistress Wife enter, Frank knelt and bowed his head.
“Greet me.”
Frank crawled and kissed Mistress Bishop’s shoes.
“Jacklyn is an adult. A Mistress. You must also greet her properly.”
Frank crept to his daughter. Kissed each of her shoes. Embarrassed, his face and most of his body turned bright pink.
“Husband, this is Cary. He is Mistress Jacklyn’s provisional slave fiancé. Let him help you shelve the food.”
“Yes, Mistress Bishop, thank you.”
She turned to Cary.
“He thanks me for each task. A good slave husband is grateful for chores.”
She reached down and petted Frank.
“Cary will share or do your chores. He must learn to be a good household servant. And the protocols of slavery. You don’t need to thank me. I know you will teach him well.”
The two women watched as Cary helped Frank. Mistress Bishop noticed an omission.
“Where are the fresh artichokes that I put on your shopping list?”
“The grocery store was out, Mistress Bishop.”
“You did not think to go to another store? Don’t apologize. Words are meaningless. This is a bad example for Cary. Follow me to the parlor.”
Frank crawled behind his wife.
“In position.”
Frank bent over the spanking bench.
“Jacklyn, you’ve never punished your father. Give him a flogging. Being disciplined by his daughter will humiliate him.”
Mistress Jacklyn turned to Cary.
“Put your arms behind your head. Pay close attention to this slave’s punishment. You will be next. You should have removed your clothes without being told.”
‘This slave’ was her father. Her words crushed his ego. The whipping was the worst degradation of his life.
Mistress Bishop followed, using her favorite whip. She glowed. It had been too long since she whipped her husband.
Frank, wept and moaned. The lashes kept falling. The sight scared Cary. But did not prepare him for his first taste of real Femdom punishment.
The women whipped him simultaneously. His prior whippings had hurt. But never turned him into a sobbing crybaby.
Punishment over, the men were ordered to kneel in separate corners.
Mistress Bishop opened a closet. She removed a beautifully wrapped package.
“A gift for you.”
Mistress Jacklyn opened the box to discover a strap-on harness and a thick black studded dildo.
“Wow! This is impressive. Thanks, Mom.”
“I bought one for myself. Frank’s response was hilarious. I just had to buy one for you.”
“I’ve yet to penetrate Cary.”
“Why not now?”
“Maybe after lunch. I’ll give him a foretaste.”
“Cary, drop to your knees and crawl to me.”
Without removing her dress, Mistress Jacklyn put on the harness.
She grabbed Cary’s head. Pulled him up. Then shoved his face down.
“Don’t be stupid, open your mouth.”
She thrust through his lips, banging the back of his throat.
Gripping his ears, she yanked him up, shoved him back down. Cary’s moans made her rougher.
Five minutes later, she stopped.
Laughing at Cary’s tears, she told her mother.
“His butt can wait until after lunch.”
The visit would last a week. This was just the beginning of the first day.
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