Matt's Story

Matt's Story   Pt 6

As we walked into the house, Mother picked up a pair of skimpy gym shorts.  She handed them to me and said, "Put them on and go mow the lawn."

The shorts were a few years old and barely covered my ass, my cheeks hanging out the bottom.  I was sure the red welts on the back of my thighs and ass would be very visible.  In front, I had to constantly adjust them to keep my cock from handing down a leg opening.  I gave up trying and just lived with it.

As I was mowing the front yard, my dick hanging out the bottom of my shorts, a car pulled up in front of Mrs. Jacobs's house.  An older woman, perhaps mid-fifties got out of the driver's side and walked around to the passenger side. She paused for a moment, giving me a long look and a big smile.  She opened the door and reached in, came out with a leash, and pulled a young man out.  He looked to be mid-twenties and had a collar around his neck with her leash attached.  He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.  She led him up to the front door and Mrs. Jacobs opened and stepped out.  She gave me a wave as she held the door for the woman and young man to enter.  She followed them inside, closing the door.

I smiled to myself knowing what they were going to do, and finished my mowing.  As I was putting the mower away, the neighbor lady on the other side of our house, Mrs. Peters, walked over and asked if I could help her move something in her house.  Her eyes were fixed on the head of my cock hanging down below my shorts.   Turning red in the face, I stammered that I could if it was okay with Mother.

She followed me to our house and we walked inside.  Mother had

changed into a pair of shorts and a loose shirt.  I tried to excuse myself, knowing my dick was hanging out of my shorts, but mother told me to stay, enjoying my embarrassment.

"Can Matthew help me move a couple of items," Mrs. Peters asked.

Smiling, Mother said, "Of course, he would love to help you.   But please, he is at that stage where discipline is important.  If he does anything not up to your standard, feel free to discipline him."

Mrs. Peters gave Mother a big smile, and looking at me said, "Why thank you.   Yes, I will make sure he does well or be punished."

Then turning to me, her eyes fixed on my dick hanging below, she said, "Thank you.  It will be a great help.  Come along Matthew."

I followed Mrs. Peters into her kitchen.  My eyes could only see her large rear end swaying as she walked.  In the kitchen, she pointed to a cabinet and told me to move it over a few feet.

There were a few figures on top and when I picked up the cabinet, they fell to the floor. Thank goodness they were plastic and did not break.

But Mrs. Peters went ballistic on me.  She screamed at me that I was breaking her stuff. I put the cabinet down and she bent over to pick up the dropped items.  She had on a zipper up the front sweatshirt from Brown University and it was unzipped about halfway down.  Of course, most of her cleavage and a good bit of her tits were visible, and I could not help but stare, and my cock reacted, getting hard.

She looked up at me, seeing my now hard dick not only hanging below the leg of my shorts but tenting them out.  She rose and said to me, "Are you staring at my breasts?  You pervert.  First, you break my stuff and now you ogle my body.   Look at you."   She pointed to the front of my shorts, tented out with a wet spot where I was leaking precum.

"You need discipline," she yelled at me.  She grabbed my arm and pulled me over to a kitchen chair.  She sat down and grabbed the waistband of my shorts. She jerked them down leaving me now standing naked in front of her, my hard cock pointing up and throbbing.

She pulled me across her lap, my feet on one side, my hands on the other and my hard cock trapped between her large thighs, which she squeezed together.

She ran her hand over my ass cheeks and said, "Well, it looks like you have been bad before and someone has given you some discipline.   Now it is my turn."  And she slapped first one cheek and then the other very hard.  I squealed and squirmed.

"Hold still," she ordered as she gave me a couple of hard slaps. My cock was rubbing against her thighs squeezing me.  Each slap on my ass sent a shock wave through me, causing my cock to twitch.

After ten hard slaps, I started to sob and begged, "Please, stop.  Please.  I promise to be good.   Please, I am going to cum.  Please stop."

She laughed and gave me a couple of more really hard slaps.  That pushed me over the edge and I shot a large load of cum, most landing on her feet.

She screamed, and after giving me another slap, pushed me off of her lap, and onto the floor.

Just then Mother walked in with a big smile on her face.   "Well, it looks like the slave has been bad, again."

Mrs. Peters pointed to her feet and said, "And look at the mess he made."

"Slave," Mother said, "Clean up your mess.  Lick them clean."

On my knees, I lowered my face to Mrs. Peters's bare feet, covered with my cum.  With a red face and tear-stained cheeks, I licked my spunk from her left foot.

She raised her foot and said, "Between the toes."  I held her foot and ran my tongue between each of her toes.  I could feel Mother behind me watching, and glancing back saw that she had her phone out recording my humiliation.

After cleaning Mrs. Peter's left foot, I did the same to the right one.

"Get up, slave," Mother spoke to me.   I stood, completely naked, in front of Mrs. Peters.  "Hands behind your back and apologize to our neighbor," Mother ordered.

I stood as ordered in front of Mrs. Peters, and said, "I am very sorry, Mrs. Peters.  I will be more careful in the future."

Giving me a wicked smile, and reaching out a squeezing my balls, hard, Mrs. Peters said, "Very well.  Understand that next time you screw up you will really be punished."

Mother handed her something and said, "Would you mind putting the harness on him?"

With another smile, Mrs. Peters said, "Of course."  And she wrapped a strap around the base of my cock and balls, pulling it tight.  The effect was to cause my dick to start to harden again.  Mother then handed Mrs. Peters a chain which she snapped onto the strap around my junk.

Mother held the other end of the chain and pulled me toward the door with this leash.  "Come, your Sister Mistress is waiting," Mother said.

Mrs. Peters followed us to the door, picking up and holding my shorts.  As Mother led me outside, Mrs. Peters said, "I'll hold onto these shorts.  He is as bad as his father was."   And she closed the door.

Mother led me, naked, across the lawn, to our house.   My quizzical look caused Mother to laugh.  "Yes, I had your father visit most of the ladies on the street."

As we walked up to our house, the door opened.  Mary and her friend, Irma stepped outside, smiling when they saw the leash and harness Mother was leading me with.

Mother handed the leash to Mary.  "He is all yours.  He was bad at Mrs. Peter's house and was disciplined, but you might want to reinforce the lesson.  I'm going over to Mrs. Jacobs's house to see what she and Mrs. Clark are up to with the young man they have."

As Mother walked off, Mary pulled the leash, bringing me into the house.  Irma had a big smile on her face and took a few photos with her phone.

They led me upstairs and Mary unhooked the leash.  Pointing to my room, she said, "Go lie on your bed and on your belly, slave."

Turning to Irma, she said to her, "Let's go find something in Mother's closet for you to use. I'll stick to my belt."

They went back downstairs and I lay on my bed as Mary ordered, my cock getting hard thinking about what she was going to do.

They soon walked back into my room.  Mary was carrying her belt and some pieces of rope.  Irma had a cane in her hand and a big smile on her face.  I noticed the red light blinking on the camera, knowing Mary was recording what was about to happen.

The girls took the pieces of rope and tied me spread eagle to the bed posts.  Then standing and looking down at me, Mary said, "You never seem to learn, slave. You must behave and obey all women.  Now you will learn your lesson."

With that, she slapped her belt onto my ass, hard.  As I screamed, Irma took her shot and gave me a hard shot with the cane.

For the next ten minutes, as I squirmed and screamed, begging them to stop, they took turns blistering my ass and the back of my thighs.

I was sobbing hysterically when they finally stopped, but my cock was now rock hard.  The girls then untied me and Mary ordered me to roll over onto my back.

I was still sobbing from the beating I just received and the girls were staring at my hard cock.

"You are pathetic," Mary said to me, giving my cock a hard slap.  She removed the harness from around the base of my cock and the rush of blood back onto my cock caused me to gasp and my cock to twitch.

Laughing, Irma sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I'll just take care of this," and she grabbed my cock and started to stroke, taking my balls into her other hand and squeezing.

After a few minutes, I looked pleadingly at Mary and said, "Please, Mistress.  May I cum, please?"

Laughing, Mary said, "Okay, slave.  Cum for your Mistress."

As Irma continued to stroke my cock, I humped up and shot a large load onto my chest, some hitting my chin.  I continued to cum, shooting a few more loads until I was spent, collapsing back onto the bed.  However, Irma did not stop, continuing to stroke my cock fast and hard.   Soon it felt rubbed and raw, I pleaded, "Please, Mistress Irma.  Please stop."

Releasing my cock and giving it a slap, Irma said, "Okay, I guess you've had enough."

As Irma stood, Mary said, "Let's go see the video.  I'm sure it is really good."   And looking at me, she said, "Go shower and clean up, slave.   Play with yourself in the shower, get it hard again before Mother gets home."

Slowly climbing out of bed, very sore and stiff, I said, "Yes, Mistress."

I slowly walked down the hall to the bathroom.   Passing Mary's room, I could hear the girls laughing and giggling, probably watching the video they just recorded.

I took a long shower, the water feeling good on my aching body.  Closing my eyes, I relived some of what just happened to me and started getting aroused.  I grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it.  In no time I was just about fully hard.  I turned off the water and dried off.  As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed the red light blinking on the camera.  I gave a big smile and stood there stroking my cock, facing the camera for a few moments.

As I started back down the hall, I heard voices downstairs.  Both Mary and Irma were talking over each other, very excited.  Noticing me, naked, at the top of the stairs, Mary ordered, "Get down here, slave."

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, the three females were standing by the front door in conversation.  Mary and Irma were doing all the talking and Mother just had a big smile on her face.

As I walked up to them, Irma gave my cock a squeeze and said, "Well, I hope you learned your lesson, slave.  If not, we'll be glad to do it again."

Irma turned and walked out the door after giving Mother and Mary a hug.  Leaving the door open, Mary looked at me and said, "Go get the mail."

I stepped out onto the front porch and saw the lady stranger come out of Mrs. Jacob's house, leading the young guy she led into the house a few hours ago.  He was barely able to walk as she led him by a leash attached to the collar around his neck.  As they walked to her car, Mrs. Jacobs stepped out to wave to them and looked over and saw me, naked on my front porch.  She yelled at me, "Nice to see you again, Matt."   I smiled and waved back.

Inside the house, I handed the mail to Mother.  She told us, "Let's get a bite to eat, and then look at Mary's new video."

While we were eating, Mary keeping her bare foot pressed against my hard cock, asked Mother, "Who was the young guy Mrs. Carlisle took into Mrs. Jacobs's house?"

"Some new professor at the college that Mrs. Carlisle keeps as a sub.  She brought him over for us to play with," Mother said, "And we gave him a good workout."

After I cleaned up the dinner dishes, I took a glass of wine for Mother and one for Mary to the living room.  Mary was seated on one end of the sofa, and Mother was in a chair near to her.   Mary pointed to the floor between them and said, "Stand here, slave."

I took my position between them.   My legs are slightly spread and my hands are on top of my head.  Sipping their wine, Mary started the video while Mother lightly fondled my hard cock.

(To be continued)