Now for Granny
I was exhausted after an exciting couple of days taming my mother, and decided to just kick back in the pub, on my own. But, as the first pint went down, I went over the events, and a question popped in to my head. My mother had knuckled down to my dominance quite quickly, but I was sure that my father (now long departed) had not treated her like that. So: where had the subservience come from?
This gave me pause; and after a few minutes I realised that the answer might lie with her mother - my mother-in-law - a woman well able to speak her mind and thus likely to spill the beans. No sooner thought than I was on my way - luckily Vi, my mother-in-law lived locally, and within half an hour I knocked on her door.
Now, let me describe Vi: she's just into her fifties, a widow, about 5 foot 5 inches, with decent sized tits and bum. When she opened the door to me she had on a blouse of an amazing blue colour, and her standard skirt. She was surprised to see me, but pleasantly so. "Don, come in - what's up?"
"Nothing's up, Vi, just took a notion to pop round. Any coffee going?" Vi smiled and I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table as she fussed with cups and things.
We chatted about family, my work, and I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Vi, did you know your daughter was a slut?" Vi's mouth opened, closed, and then she said, somewhat tersely: "I don't know what you mean, Don. That can't be right!"
Inwardly I smiled - her denial was a little weak, considering I was slandering her daughter, my mother. "Oh come on, Vi, you know exactly what I mean. She goes along with anything you say, agrees just to please".
Vi sat silently for a moment, her expression far away. "Hm, well maybe just a little. I mean, she was taught to please her man whenever possible. It's....it's how I was brought up." She shifted in her chair, obviously uncomfortable with the thrust of this conversation. I pondered for a few seconds on her last statement, then put down my coffee mug and looked herv straight in the eye.
"Violet, stand up. Now!" I underlined the last word with a thump on the table. Vi hesitated, then slowly, far too slowly, stood up. "Too slow, Vi. Sit down again" I barked, and she subsided back into her chair. She was about to say something but I cut across with: "Stand up!" Vi scrambled to her feet and stood looking at the floor. "Hands on your head, woman!"
