Message-ID: <20058eli$9902200425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M Quayle Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 60: You're Outta Here (S&M Family fun, standing tall) 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: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <36CDEA6E.13EA@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 60: You're Outta Here Stars and tears swam in Kathy's eyes as Grand Dad dropped down, down, down into her nether reaches. His one-eyed buddy seemed to find fresh folds of bowls to insult and the menstrual cramp formula lubricant was doing its dark magic on her tummy muscles. She tried to focus on her partner's voice to keep her own voice from crying out for mercy. "Boy, this is just like the old days," Grand Dad reminisced as he bore down on the pretty blonde. "Back in the big one, when we'd liberate a town, we'd round up everyone to give them their universal birth control. Then we'd hand the women back their chastity belts, wait a couple of days and sure enough, those belts would start coming off and all those good little uptight girls would be humpin' in the streets." He shifted position to drive his shaft in at an even more unpleasant angle and Kathy began to bawl. "But there would always be some who just didn't take to it or didn't like it and we'd have to break 'em in like someone," he shot Daddy an accusatory look, "should have broken in this little cry baby a long time ago." It was then that Kathy realized that Grand Dad hadn't used the cramping lubricant because he enjoyed the way it made her muscles twitch around his member and that he hadn't taken her from behind because he liked the extra tightness. He'd done it to make her cry. "That's enough, General," Daddy's voice cut through the thoughts swirling in Kathy's head. "The war's over. She's not the enemy. She's your own flesh and blood." "SON, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Grand Dad roared so loudly that even Mutzi stopped in mid-stroke. "No, Dad, not this time," Daddy said calmly. "Let her go. You're not playing, your not disciplining, you're hurting. Kathy studied her S&Mily Post and worked hard to make this party a success and you just walked in and took over. And now," Daddy bent down and removed his father's hands from his daughter's waist, "you're treating her just like you did her mother and my mother." He helped the stunned and aching girl to her feet and put himself between her and Grand Dad. "YOUR MOTHER WAS A TRAITOR!" "Hell, Dad, did you ever wonder why mom left you and joined the underground? It wasn't because she didn't like sex, it was because you never LET her like sex because all you know how to do is hurt." "HOW DARE YOU! YOU UNGRATEFUL WIMP!" Kathy clung to her Daddy's back as he continued to calmly confront the raging hurricane. "Look at you, Dad. You live alone on an island with no company except a bunch of dogs and the women VIPs send you to discipline. You're so vain and angry you have to punish your daughter-in-law and your grand daughter month after month for one silly mistake." "THEY DISGRACED THE TROJANS. I OUGHT TO -- " "Dad, I never thought I'd say this," his voice was so sad that Kathy thought she'd cry again, "but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'll allow the girls to continue their special treatment and we'll come for Thanksgiving, but that's it. And, I'm making Becky totally off limits until she's on her own." "But Daddy," Becky protested, "I'm a masoskist, I like it rough." "I know, honey, and I love playing rough with you too, but," he looked disparagingly at his father, "I'm afraid Grand Dad doesn't respect limits and I'm not going to let him hurt you." Daddy whistled to Mutzi, who broke off his relationship -- pop! -- with Mrs. Potter and trotted to his master's side. He turned to Mister Potter and Billy. "Harold, take that thing out of there, untie your wife and go home. We'll have you guys over for dinner next week, but we need some family time." "Yes, I think it's time we go, too," Carol interjected. She rose from the couch and took her daughter's hand. "No, you guys are family, so stick around," Daddy turned back to his father, "but Dad, you're outta here." "HEY, WAIT A MINUTE," Grand Dad barked as the Potters said their farewells, "WE HAD A BET." "Yeah, sure, old man," Mister Potter snarled disparagingly as he held the door for his wife, "in your dreams. Good night." "YOUR GOING TO REGRET THIS, BOY. A LITTLE WIMP LIKE YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT HIS DADDY'S MONEY." "Dad, you might want to check with you accountant more often. I haven't touched the trust fund in ten years." Daddy picked up Grand Dad's brief case. "We're doing just fine." He handed the case to his father. "I love you Dad, but I'm not going to let you put my daughter in the hospital." Daddy took the stunned man by the arm and began moving him toward the door. "You just don't understand, do you? Every couple of weeks this little lady," he smiled at Kathy, "comes running in from school and drags Mommy and me upstairs because she can't wait to show us something she's just learned in sex-ed. She knows more about sex and love, and the difference between the two, than you'll ever know, old man." He spun his father around and looked squarely into his eyes. "Dad, she can think up things to do that'll make you bark like old Mutzi, but she isn't a hard-core masochist and she's built like her mother, so she doesn't like it up the back." "THE CHILD NEEDS DISCIPLINE, YOU'RE TOO WEAK." "I'm strong enough to not have to hurt a good girl to feel like a man." Daddy opened the front door. "Good night, Dad." "Are you leaving?" Mommy called as she and Officer Ray descended the stairway. "No one came for us," she giggled through streamers of minty-scented froth, "so we just kept cumming." "YOU'RE ALL TOO WEAK! A BUNCH OF WIMPS!" Grand Dad thundered as he stepped into the cool evening air. "JUST WAIT 'TIL THANKSGIVING!" "We will, Dad." He tossed Grand Dad the keys to the BMW. "I'll pick up the car at your hotel, tomorrow. Just leave the keys at the desk. Have a good flight. Goodnight." Daddy shut the door and gave Mommy a warm embrace. "He was treating Kathy like he used to treat you," Daddy explained. "I guess I finally had enough." "Oh, Kathy, are you all right?" Mommy drew her daughter close. "Yeah," she smiled bravely, "he didn't tear anything." The trio held tight and was soon joined by the rest of the household. "Hey, how about me?" Billy called pitifully from the living room. Mutzi trotted over and gave the prostrate boy a neighborly butt sniff. "Not you, too? Oh, god." "Oh, don't worry, Billy," Mommy chortled, "I don't think Mutzi swings both ways." The big dog wagged his tail and barked merrily, and the family broke into laughter. Kathy slapped her forehead. "I almost forgot, we've got one more surprise for the birthday boy." "No, no, that's fine! I've had enough surprises for one day. Thanks." "Don't worry, 'dear' brother," Kathy cackled, "all you have to do is watch, 'cause you're not getting 'nun' of this either." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----