Message-ID: <19935eli$9902150539@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M Quayle Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 59: Pretend I'm Not Here (S&M Family fun, career changes) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36C78891.62D1@telepath.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 59: Pretend I’m Not Here “Jealous?” Kathy tickled Christi’s ribs as they watched Grand Dad and Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel. “Exquisitely, dar-ling,” Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded by putting her head on her beloved’s shoulder. The contest was about to begin. Daddy used a marker to draw a line down Billy’s spine to separate the contestants’ entries. It was also decided that drawing blood would mean an automatic forfeit. With a deft flick of the wrist, Mrs. Potter’s crop came down firmly -- SWACK! -- on the left side of Billy’s back. A lovely horizontal dash appeared on the young man’s skin. “Thank you Ma’am, may I have another,” Billy shouted through gritted teeth. “But of course.” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came in quick succession creating a five pointed star immediately below the left shoulder blade. “Now, you try, old man,” Mrs. Potter sniffed as her audience admired her handiwork. “I think I’ll make you my gardener.” “Over my dead body, Madam.” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came so swiftly that Billy didn’t have time to give thanks. An identical five-pointed star appeared in pulsing red and purple on Billy’s right side. “Imitator!” Mrs. Potter huffed as another blow went SWACK! onto the stunned boy’s shivering flesh. This line was a smooth curve that connected two points of the left star. “Hum, going for a pentangle, I see. How appropriate, you old witch,” Grand Dad chortled. Mrs. Potter’s violet eyes blazed like rubies as the crop again made contact. SWACK! Then three more SWACKS! and Mrs. Potter’s work was done and a perfectly formed star inside a circle pulsed painfully on Billy’s back. But, just as the black-haired beauty opened her mouth to taunt her opponent, a drop of sweet red blood trickled from the top tip of the star and ran smoothly down, cutting the pentangle neatly in half. “I believe,” Grand Dad seized his shocked opponent by the hair, “that means you now belong to me. Now, down on your knees, slave, and wait there while I get a collar for you from my brief case.” “You’ll never collar me, old man!” The defeated beauty spit as she stood shaking with rage before the victorious master. “I SAID KNEEL, SLAVE!” Grand Dad yanked her hair hard, spilling her onto the floor. He then ordered Mister Potter and the family to help hold her while he searched his case for a collar. Kathy and Christi tried to grab the struggling woman’s feet while Mister Potter -- who had obviously done it before -- pinned his wife’s arms behind her. Carol and Becky took her shoulders and raised her long hair over her head so Grand Dad could slip the collar around her neck. The raging ravenette bared her teeth and snapped at Grand Dad’s crotch as he locked the thick, shiny black collar into place. Mister Potter tied his wife’s wrists in front of her and, with the girls’ help, forced her to kneel on all four and attached a spreader bar to her ankles. Grand Dad then told Kathy to relieve Mrs. Potter of her strap on. “It’s all yours, now,” Grand Dad smiled as his grand daughter disengaged the massive latex member from between Mrs. Potter’s smooth, spread white thighs and held it aloft in triumph. “That’s better,” Grand Dad smiled, “now she’s ready to serve. Becky?” “Yes, Grand Dad?” “Why don’t you go let Mutzi in, I think our newest slave’s ready to put on the dog.” The little freckle face made a red streak to the back door and returned with the family’s German shepherd. The mighty dog quickly surmised the situation and happily trotted over to give the protesting woman’s bottom a friendly little sniff. “Get him away from me, you beast!” “Who are you calling a beast, slave? I told you I was going to put you to work in the kennels,” Grand Dad laughed and scratched Mutzi’s big black and yellow head. “Now just hold still and we’ll have you baying at the moon before you know it. Come on, boy,” the amorous canine hopped up on Mrs. Potter and, with a little help from Kathy, slid inside. “Oh, God, Harold,” she cried to her husband, “do something! He’s making me do it with a dog!” “Sorry, Myra, a bets a bet and, anyway, its not everyday a guy gets the chance to study under the president emeritus of the Trojans.” He gave Grand Dad a smart salute. “You’re wish is my command, Sir. How can I be of service.” “Well, I think you were about to give Billy a little lesson when this whole thing started,” Grand Dad winked. “Oh, yes, Bill-ly,” Mister Potter, er, Harold grinned wickedly, “I’d almost forgotten about him.” “It’s okay, Sir, you can forget about me all night,” Billy gulped as he watched the smiling man lube his huge black member. “Really, just pretend I’m not here. I, I, Ayeeeeeeeeeee!” Kathy snatched up Mommy’s video camera and recorded the scene. In the foreground a stunningly beautiful pale-skinned woman struggled vainly to escape her four-footed lover, while, in the background, a handsome dark-skinned man gave “dear” brother a strong taste of his own medicine. Kathy was going for a close-up when big hands gripped her waist tightly from behind. “All this excitement’s getting me horny, sweetheart,” Grand Dad roared just inches from Kathy’s ear, “and I think it’s time I took my favorite grand daughter.” “Wouldn’t you rather take Becky first?” Kathy suggested as Grand Dad fingered her back door. “After all, she’s the youngest.” She cringed in horror as he forced her open, then winced in agony when she realized he was using menstrual cramp formula lubricant. “Becky and I’ll have a go later, but right now,” he lifted Kathy off her feet and threw her unceremoniously to the floor, “I’m going to do to you what I did to your mother not that many years ago.” Oh, well, Kathy pouted silently, a good hostess should never expect to enjoy every minute of her own party. She gritted her teeth, raised her convulsing bottom, and met Grand Dad’s one-eyed buddy in mid-stroke. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----