No one said a word for several long seconds. E.G. took another sip of, the wine and shook his head impatiently. "Well, do you admit I am master, or not?" he demanded. "Have I not shown you all who disciplines the best?"
Dashiell was smiling thinly. "Not quite, E.G.," he said at last. "You only showed us how vicious you could be!"
He pointed to his mother, lying on the terrace, moaning softly. "That proves nothing to me," he continued. "I learned long ago how cruel and brutal you could be when you wanted to. We all did."
"I am master," insisted the old man. "I have proven I discipline the best!"
Maggie laughed knowingly. "You didn't prove you lead someone into the beauty of punishment," she said pointedly. "You didn't show us that you could take someone to the moment of ecstasy with your discipline. She didn't appear to enjoy that at all."
"That's right, that's right," agreed Winston Talbot, now. "Mother hated every moment of it. She showed no joy of punishment!"
"Not as I did," echoed Nola, standing up and glaring at the man, now. "She can not merely suffer. That is not discipline, that is merely inflicting pain!"
Maggie came around the edge of the table, smiling thinly. "Discipline must be instructive," she insisted. "Punishment must teach a lesson, not merely hurt! I don't think Laurel learned anything, other than how savage you can be."
"You can not do this to me," the old man growled. "You can't play these kinds of tricks! This is my arena, I make the rules!"
"Then we shall show you how to play by them," the young woman said, grimly.
She turned to her husband who was on his feet, by now. He too was smiling, a cold, wicked glare that spoke of anger held in check, calmness in his rage. He walked over and joined his wife, turning her around by her shoulders, firmly.
"Have you annoyed me by arguing with Nola, Maggie?" he asked harshly.
"Yes, I have, master," she said, nodding. Her voice was utterly serious, with neither amusement nor fear. "I embarrassed you earlier, I know."
"And what must happen now, because of that, woman?" he demanded in a cold, stern fashion.
"I must be punished, Dash," she replied simply. "I must be disciplined for causing the disruption."
"Do you wish this punishment, bitch?" he growled, still quite in control of himself. "Do you desire this disciplinary action to take place?"
"Of course, Dash," she replied sincerely. "I must learn my place. Each time I forget myself, I have to be punished by you."
"What does it mean when I discipline you, Maggie?" he asked.
"It means that you love me, Dash," she said, an honest smile of affection on her lips now. "If you care enough to punish me for my mistakes, it means you love me very much to take the time and effort to do so."
"You would endure anything for my love, would you not, Maggie?"
The woman nodded gravely. "I can go through any amount of punishment, master," she said determinedly. "Nothing can sway my love for you, nor the joy I take in your discipline whenever you give it to me!"
He turned and smiled to the rest. "Perhaps you don't believe us," he said evenly. "Perhaps you don't think that this is real. But we shall show you how much our love is real. We shall show you, clearly, how much discipline my wife can take. How much she can suffer, and still please me!"
He turned back to the woman, now and hissed at her sternly. "Remove your clothing, woman," he snarled. "Prepare to be punished, and service me at the same time!"
Nodding meekly, the young woman unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it to slither down over her shoulders. Her firm, ripe breasts rode high on her rib cage, and her nipples were pink and taut with anticipation.
She unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside, quickly, then slithered out of her panties in a smooth, graceful dipping motion of her knees. In seconds she was completely naked, her slender, exquisite body damp with perspiration, gleaming beneath the sun overhead. Her father-in-law and brother-in-law gazed at her hungrily, her lovely flesh more enticing than they had imagined.
She turned to face them and they gasped at the view they had of her cunt mound, moist and slippery with juice, and her tits, bobbing delightfully up and down on her chest, now. It was obvious that both men yearned for her, and the idea thrilled and excited her as she saw the lust in their eyes.
"Since you all need proof of who the best master and slave are," Dashiell said, quietly. "We shall show you. Not only will she be disciplined as she services me, but you shall do the punishing!"
"I am going to take my master's manhood in my mouth, and suck him to a climax," Maggie explained. "While I do that, both of you can beat me with your belts as hard as you like!"
"She is in perfect control of herself," Dashiell added. "She will not pause for moment, nor cause me any harm, no matter what you do!"
The two men could not believe what he was saying. They watched, stunned as he pushed on her shoulders, now, and forced her to kneel in front of him. She went to the stone floor of the terrace willingly, and reached up, and unzipped his trousers.
"Come, begin your discipline of her," Dashiell said to the two men. He beckoned them forward with his hand. "Do whatever you wish, she shall not falter in her duty!"
Maggie had his trousers open now, and was taking his thick, long shaft from within them. She wrapped her fingers gently around the expanding rod, squeezing it as she held it in her tiny, delicate fist.
Dashiell moaned quietly as he felt his wife kneading his cock. Her slender digits worked gently up and down the length of the rod, squeezing and pinching his flesh in a careful, measured fashion.
Winston approached the kneeling woman from behind, shaking his head in disbelief. "She'll never be able to stand it," he hissed, pulling on his belt. "She'll quickly turn away, once I start hitting her with this."
"Do what you must, master," the young woman murmured over her shoulder, her fingers still caressing her husband's shaft. "You may begin my punishment whenever you like!"
Dashiell nodded, and as his wife cupped his balls in her soft, warm palm, Winston struck the first blow. She recoiled under the impact of the hard, wide belt striking her shoulder blades, and screamed softly as the first blow landed. Her body trembled with the pain that seared her flesh, but she did not stop what she was doing, only gripped his cock harder in her fist, and began to knead his balls with her other hand.
Winston lashed the belt he was holding viciously at her shoulders once more, and her scream of pain echoed the sharp, sickening crack of the leather kissing her flesh. She jerked with the pain she felt, but steadily moved her fingers up and down on Dashiell's prick, none the less.
She began to roll his balls over her knuckles as Winston cracked the belt as hard as he dared against her lovely, curved- buttocks. The wet smack of it greeting her skin was loud and vibrant in the air, and her scream of pain and ecstasy followed it at once.
"Yes, harder, please, harder," she moaned, shivering as the lingering sting of the belt remained her in fleshy half moons. "Ummm, the punishment is so nice, so very nice, indeed!"
Winston could not believe that the young woman was enduring the beating so casually. He brought the belt down as hard as he could, now, lashing her savagely against the base of the spine.
Her body bucked with the harsh power of his blow, but she merely threw her head back and sobbed, while she rolled the thick, hard head of her husband's prick between her thumb and forefinger.
Dashiell shuddered as the pleasure of her caress rippled through his shaft. He felt her nails digging into his meat as she ran her fingers back and forth along his rod, giving him a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as she fondled his growing manhood in her hand.
Again his brother lashed at her shoulders with the belt. Winston's eyes were fierce with anger and he was shaking with rage as he cracked the belt against her flesh a few more times.
"Ahh, that's good, slave, that's very good," Dashiell moaned softly. "You take your punishment very, well, scum, very well at that!"
The young woman moaned, her back throbbing and her buttocks stinging from the cruel, vicious beating she was receiving. But she felt wonderful, for each savage blow was deliciously painful to her now, and coupled with the hard, throbbing power she felt growing in her husband's tool, she felt more alive and pleasurable than ever before.
There was something marvelous to endure the pain and torture of a beating, while she focused her attention on pleasing her husband. The beating was justified of course, though she never truly realized before, how much she wanted such a thing.
She felt that even Dash could not know how much she enjoyed this punishment. Even he could not see how much she needed to be disciplined. The clear, pure sense of correctness she felt was unbelievable, and she bent lower, now, eagerly giving Winston more access to her back and buttocks, for his belt.
"You bitch, you lousy scum, I'll make you stop," he snarled then, lashing the belt down on her flesh with increasing power and force. "I'll make you change your mind, you scum!"
Again and again he struck her. Dashiell watched his wife intently as she took the fierce, savage beating, watching for any sign that she might weaken in her purpose. But she shuddered only with the impact of the blows, not with any desire at all to avoid them, now.
Her fingers worked on his cock and balls feverishly, now. She kneaded and caressed the huge rod, pumping her delicate digits up and down on the tool, while she rolled his balls, feverishly over her knuckles.
She thrilled to the sensation of the hot come boiling inside of his sack, then, and the equally as exciting power that throbbed in his shaft. She could feel the blood racing through the weapon, then, pounding it savagely in her hand.
Winston lashed at her shoulders and buttocks, wildly, then. His frenzy was nearly complete, now, as he desperately attempted to take the young woman's mind off her task of pleasing her husband. He was trying his best to make her reach the point of turning away from the job, and trying to escape the blows, but with no success.
"Now your mouth, Maggie," whispered Dashiell. •His voice was thick with rising passion, but still quite under his control. "Begin to service me with your lips and tongue, Maggie!"
Eagerly, she bent her head to his shaft and flicked her tongue at the thick, engorged head of his meat. The huge helmet pulsated wildly under her licking caress, and her husband shuddered with the sheer, savage pleasure he felt as her tongue washed over the surface of his tool.
She nibbled with her perfect, even teeth at the rim of his helmet, almost giggling as she felt the rod thundering in her hand. Dashiell moaned wildly, jerking with spasmodic delight from her actions.
Winston cracked the belt savagely against her shoulders and buttocks, now, lashing her flesh as hard as he could, as he watched her lathering her husband's tool. To be sure, She gasped and shuddered with pain from his blows, but nothing seemed to disturb the passion with which she was attending to Dashiell's needs.
His older brother felt all his chances slipping right out of his grasp, and he was gasping as he cracked the belt against her bottom again and again. Welts were raising up on her flesh, ugly and red, but still the girl continued almost impassively.
Harder now, he cracked the thick, hard leather at her flesh. He bore into the attack, putting every bit of strength he had behind the blows. She sobbed and moaned with agony, but continued to lick and kiss her way down to the root of Dashiell's prick.
She slithered her tongue through the thick thatch of hair that covered his throbbing ball bag, her lips trembling with passion. She had the powerful, delicious mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through her flesh, now, and she sighed with delight, as they continued to surge in her loins.
From merely being beaten, while she ran her tongue over Dashiell's balls, she could feel pleasure rolling in her pussy. She needed no contact with her own loins to experience this delight, for the mere realization that she was being punished, even as she serviced Dashiell was enough to set her off.
Winston could hardly lift his arm any longer, and he moaned at last, stumbling back in defeat. E.G. leaped from the table, then, and disappeared into the house, returning moments later, with a strange, ugly tool in his hands.
"Let's see how she likes the kiss of barbed wire," he snarled coldly, as he approached the couple. "Let's see how she ignores that!"
Maggie and Dashiell gazed at the wooden-handled whip he had in his hand, a long, gleaming strand of barbed wire dangling from the thick, round handle. Dashiell turned her head back to his prick and nodded coldly to his father.
"Take my balls in your mouth, now, Maggie," he whispered, still gazing into his father's glaring eyes. "Continue with your task of servicing me. Your discipline must go on!"
Eagerly she opened her mouth then and pulled his balls into the warm, moist cavity. She tensed her body in anticipation, now, realizing that this would be the hardest test for her to endure.
E.G. stepped behind the kneeling young woman, gazing fondly at her naked back and buttocks, striped and welted from his older son's beating. "She'll not stand the lashing I'll give her," he laughed cruelly. "No one can bear this punishment!"
"She can bear whatever she deserves," hissed Dashiell, now..He moaned as he felt his wife's tongue slashing at his nuts, flicking them back and forth against her moist inner cheeks with the tip of her precious tongue. "Punish her, E.G., let her show you how much she craves good discipline!"
E.G. Talbot was breathing wildly as he whirled the barbed wire whip around his head, and expertly lashed the gleaming strand at Maggie's helpless shoulders. The strand slashed over her flesh, the barb cutting her skin, cruelly, then.
A scream rippled in her throat as her flesh was torn open, but she merely swayed in time with the blow, stiffening as the pain enveloped her. She turned her mind back to her husband's balls, then, sucking on them hungrily now, to concentrate on her task.
E.G. growled in a strangled voice, his eyes wide at the blood that was beginning to drip from Maggie's ripped shoulders. He whirled the whip around his head once more, and lashed downward at her tender buttocks, now.
The ugly barbs cut deep this time, and the girl gasped in agony as she felt them tearing into her once more. The pain seared her flesh like a dozen white hot knives, but she did not pull her mouth from her husband's balls.
"You little scum," snarled E.G. Talbot in rage. "You'll stop, you bitch! You'll stop or I'll tear the flesh from your bones!"
"The cock, Maggie, suck the cock, now," Dashiell moaned, watching in sickness as his father lashed at the girl's bottom once again with the wicked tool. "Suck the cock, now, Maggie, I command you!"
E.G. put all his strength into the beating, now. He whipped the ugly, vicious barbs back and forth against her flesh, tearing her skin countless numbers of times, in a violent effort to make her stop sucking her husband.
"She won't be able to blow you, I promise you," he snarled. "I'll make sure of that, the bitch!"
But Maggie would not stop. She quickly lifted her head up and slipped the huge, thick helmet of her husband's cock between her teeth. As E.G. bore down on her with the barbed wire whip, she rode the throbbing spear, effortlessly into the depths of her warm, silken throat tunnel.
Dash was quivering violently, now, as his wife slithered his prick in and out of her velvet passage. She licked and lathered his meat, hungrily, ignoring the harsh, cutting barbs of the whip, completely it seemed.
It was impossible to E.G. that she was sucking him so wildly, as he beat her. He tore at her flesh again and again with the whip, but she merely increased the rhythm and pace of her sucking in response.
She rode her husband's prick in and out of her mouth, wildly, now. Her lovely head went from left to right, and she lathered his flesh with her tongue, greedily. She could feel the huge prong growing harder and hotter with every plunge it took, and she dragged her teeth along his flesh to urge him on.
Again and again the cock slammed into the moist, warm depths of her throat. Dashiell was gasping loudly, now, twisting and turning with delight as his wife blew him, hungrily. He could feel the come surging in his balls, and could hardly see for the aching need he was experiencing.
E.G. Talbot was in a frenzy, now, lashing at the kneeling young woman wildly with the ugly weapon. But nothing was working now, for all Maggie could think of was the pleasure she felt at the punishment she was getting, and the throbbing power of her husband about to explode in her mouth.
Dashiell groaned wildly, then, thrusting forward savagely as the hot come began to suddenly spurt from his throbbing meat. The harsh, violent spasms ripped through him, and he shuddered violently, filling her gulping throat with his creamy juice.
"I've come, my love, come in your mouth," he gasped. "You have sucked me off while being disciplined! I have come so good!"
Eagerly she swallowed as much of the hot, creamy fluid as she could, and E.G. dropped his arm in total shock, now, unable to believe the young woman had been able to suffer so much, and still do the job.
After a few more tremors, Dashiell pushed her gently away from his prong and slowly drew her to her feet. She could barely stand, she was in so much pain, and he kissed her tenderly, now, wrapping a towel around her shoulders.
"We are leaving in the morning," he said coldly, to the others. "I suggest you plan on retiring E.G., you're finished."
The old man was about to say something, but his wife stopped him. "He has won," she said coldly. "You will make the will accordingly."
E.G. Talbot sat on the chair, defeated now, watching his wife, his older son and daughter-in-law slowly entering the house behind Maggie and Dashiell. He stared at the whip in his hand, suddenly feeling smaller than his massive bulk showed him to be. He realized then, that he had much more to learn about discipline than he had ever imagined. His only hope, was that Maggie and Dash could teach him the secrets they possessed.
Dash lay Maggie on the bed and gently attended to her wounds. The young woman felt at peace at last, now. They had won, and she had learned the marvelous secret about herself.
"I feel so at peace, at last, darling," she sighed, touching her husband's shoulder in a tender manner.
He moaned, nodding his head. "God, I'm glad it's finally finished at last."
Maggie gazed at him almost hungrily, now her flesh rippled with excitement as she rolled over on her belly. "I want you darling, badly," she groaned.
He glanced at her, his, cock already hardening. He reached out and ran his fingers down the length of her delicate, lovely spine. He could feel her flesh tingling beneath his touch, already damp with excitement.
"We can do anything, now, my love," he whispered hungrily. "We have all the time in the world!"
She shivered, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze and he gasped with pleasure. "I know," she murmured erotically.
She moved her body around and pressed her lips to the head of his shaft, lathering the tip with her tongue. He shuddered and groaned, bucking savagely as she rode her mouth down the pulsating tool.
"Ohh, yes, kiss me, baby," he gasped. "Kiss my prick, now, you lovely bitch!"
As her mouth moved over his meat, he reflected on all that had happened over the weekend. On how they had come to this point of sudden freedom. He was amazed and warmed by the power he felt growing inside of his flesh and soul.
"We have won," he whispered softly. "We have escaped the madness, at last!"
Maggie giggled, almost childishly, and ran her tongue swiftly up and down on the large, throbbing weapon, now. She nibbled hungrily at his meat, tasting the bitterness of it on her lips.
She felt him bucking forward and she laughed quietly. "Yes, my darling," she murmured lovingly. "We are finally alone with ourselves!"
Whatever happened after this, she felt strong enough to face it. Obviously, the, effects of the weekend would take a long time to fade. Perhaps they never would, she realized, grimly.
They might very well be trapped forever in the world of punishment and pain, of humiliation and degradation, but it made no difference. Whatever happened, they would face it together and triumph, she was certain.
Now his hands were at her loins, kneading and caressing her damp, quivering lips. She groaned as she felt him running the tips of his digits up and down between her pussy cleft, slithering two of them in and out of her.
The powerful waves of pleasure were washing over her then, rolling and churning in her loins with growing intensity. She gasped as he buried the fingers deep in her pit, and began to stroke her inner walls, lazily.
"Ohh, God, yes, take me, please, darling," she sobbed, jerking with a harsh, uncontrollable spasm of lust.
He rolled her on her back, and she winced from her beating as her tender flesh pressed down on the mattress. He pulled back from her but she shook her head, clutching at him wildly, then.
"No, my love, I want you, hard, right now," she pleaded. "Please, take me, take me savagely, at once!"
He groaned thickly as she pulled on his meat, guiding the huge, throbbing tool to her damp, warm petals. He thrust forward, violently and she screamed with delight as the huge, hot spear entered her.
She felt him slithering down deep into her pit, and she sobbed with the aching, harsh fire of his invasion. His cock pounded against her inner walls, and the thrill of him being inside of her again, was almost too much for her to bear.
"Fuck me, darling, fuck me hard," she sobbed, thrusting her cunt against him, now. "Hard, baby, fuck me hard!"
He moaned, thrusting and grinding in and out of her then, his passion taking complete control of him now. His cock rode back and forth along her hot, slippery tunnel, and her pussy muscles kneaded him greedily.
She twisted and turned with every delightful stroke that he took, feeling the boiling greed racing through her now. As his shaft slid effortlessly along her moist, warm passage, she felt his powerful yearning consuming him.
Again and again he drove into her, each stroke more violent than the last. The world swirled around her in a dazzling array of colors and the pleasure surged in her cunt until it blocked every other sensation out of her mind and flesh.
Nothing mattered now, but the approaching climax she felt inside of her. She locked her legs around his hips and together they drove toward the release they sought. Harder and faster their bodies crashed together, until the room with filled with their aching cries of passion, and the air thick with the scent of their lust.
"Ohh, God, yes, yes, yes," she wailed, jerking from left to right as the orgasm burst in her loins. "Coming, now, darling, now!"
Almost at once, the steaming come began to spurt from his tool and he sobbed his own pleasure as he pumped his bursting weapon to the depths of her pussy. "Ahh, Jesus, baby, yeah, coming so good," he moaned.
Together they thrashed in the grip of their passion, nothing mattering to them now but the release they had finally found, and the purity of their love. They had reached the moment they desired, and from here on out, they were certain that they could defeat anything, for the worst was past.