Jennifer had found out a couple of years back, when she was just starting to investigate her sexuality, and it was she who had passed the information on to Bethany, who promptly had a chat with her mother to confirm it. They were intrigued by the situation, but as it didn't directly concern them, they ignored it. Teenagers are notorious for being able to ignore things they don't want to consider.
Jennifer had been having a chat about sex and its ramifications when her mother had asked her, "Who do you think is in charge of our household?"
That one was easy. Jennifer had noticed that her father deferred to her mother, and that she ruled the roost. Even she could tell her father what she wanted done and he'd generally go along, if her mother agreed.
She laughed. "You are," she said.
She was surprised when her mother shook her head and told her no, her father was firmly in control of the household. While her mother appeared to have control, both she and her husband knew that if he drew a line, that was it. No argument.
"He permits me to handle most things, because he knows that I like doing it and I can. However, on the occasional big issue, like when we moved here, your father made the final decision.
You're probably wondering why I brought this up in the middle of a discussion on sex. The fact is that once the bedroom door closes, any pretence that I run things stays on this side of that door. What he says definitely goes in the bedroom. He's a Dom and sexually I'm a submissive."
Jennifer was mildly shocked. "You mean he can just dictate terms and you go along with it?" she asked.
"If I don't want a spanking, it does," she was told. "Of course, there are times when I've wanted a spanking," she added with a little smile.
"Mum," wailed Jennifer. "Too much information. Next you'll be telling me about foursomes."
"Oh, so you've guessed about our relationship with the Williamsons," said her mother with an evil smile.
"Muuum! Tell me you're kidding.
"Oh don't be so shocked. Al Williamson is another Dom and Naomi is a submissive. It's natural that we'd have some interesting times together. You'll find out more about that when you're older."
At this point the conversation drifted to other areas of a young lady's hopeful sex life, and wasn't raised again by either Jennifer or her mother. This didn't preclude her from talking about the situation with Bethany, but after some mutual back and forth and marvelling at what strange creatures parents were, the subject was shelved.
Several years later, when the girls were nineteen, the subject was again broached, this time by Bethany.
"Jen," she started, "It'll be my dad's birthday soon and I've been wondering what to get him for a present. I've had a brilliant idea."
Jennifer looked at Bethany dubiously. She'd been bitten by Bethany's brilliant ideas before. "I'm listening," she said.
"Well, you know how you were saying a while back how my dad has weathered well and is really fit, and you wondered what he'd be like in bed. Well I talked to mum and she says it's OK by her as long as you don't mind and that your mum agrees," gushed Bethany, leaving Jennifer none the wiser.
"As long as I don't mind what?" probed Jennifer, knowing something bad was coming.
"You going to bed with Dad, of course," said Bethany. "Mum will fade out of the house for the afternoon and I'd push you into the bedroom, wish Dad a happy birthday and tell him you're his to play with for a while. Dad gets a present and you get to find out what an older man is like in bed."
"Are you crazy," screamed Jennifer. "Are you forgetting that he's a Dom. He's most likely to order me to do all sorts of weird stuff and punish me if I don't do it?"
"I know," enthused Bethany. "It'll be great. You should be able to push him far enough to get a spanking and then have him sooth you afterwards with some wild sex."
"You are insane," said Jennifer. "It's not going to happen."
Jennifer was adamant on this, which was why she was astounded to find herself being ushered into the Williamson's bedroom the following Saturday, with Bethany telling her Dad that she, Jennifer, was his birthday present. She was his slave for the next couple of hours.
Al Williamson looked at Jennifer. "What is this all about?" he asked.
Jennifer blushed. "It's your birthday. I made the mistake of wondering what you'd be like in bed, so Bethany thought she'd give you me for a couple of hours."
"I see. And did either of you mention this little stunt to my wife?"
"Bethany talked it over with her and she said OK and she rang my Mum and she said OK, and told me not to worry as you wouldn't damage the goods and somehow or other I found myself agreeing and here I am."
"I really must have a chat with my beloved wife. Sometime soon," Al said. "I'll give you to the count of three to either run away or take off your panties. Hurry up and decide. One!"
Jennifer dithered, not sure which to do, acutely aware of Al counting. Reaching three, Al looked at her.
"When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done," he snapped. Before Jennifer understood what he was doing, Al had reached out, flicked up her skirt and pulled her panties down.
"Now hold up your skirt so I can look you over while you step out of those panties" Al snapped at her.
Feeling shocked, Jennifer obeyed, holding her skirt high to reveal her pussy to Al's interested examination.
"Quite nice," drawled Al, "but I prefer pussy to be clean shaven. While you only have a little tuft of hair, you do have a tuft and I want it gone." Indicating a door at the side of the bedroom he told her, "That is the en suite. Go in there and lie on the floor with your skirt held up out the road."
Jennifer hesitated. "What was he going to do she wondered?"
It appeared that one thing that Al was going to do was not tolerate disobedience or hesitation. When Jennifer didn't move towards the bathroom he again reached out, caught her arm and spun her around to face the door. "Now!" he told her. Jennifer squealed in shock when, at the same time, he flicked up the back of her skirt and slapped her bare bottom.
She hastened into the en suite and lay on the floor, wondering just what she'd gotten herself into.
Al strolled into the bathroom and looked down at the nervous Jennifer. Picking up his electric razor he switched it on and crouched down next to Jennifer. While Jennifer watched indignantly, he ran the trimmer lightly over the shapely little bush she kept, removing it with a few quick strokes. Al then changed the setting to a normal smooth shave.
Jennifer felt the buzz of the razor as it glided over her pubic area, smoothing away any stubble. The vibration was carried deep into her, stirring her up. That insistent little buzz was like throwing lighted matches down amongst crackers, setting of little flashes of heat deep within her.
Al took his time, knowing damned well what that vibrating buzz was doing to the girl, and enjoying the erotic torment he was inflicting. He was confident that a few minutes of this and she'd be both hot and wet, which would simplify further adventures.
