The Black Sheep Ch. 01

After racking up debt, Barbara has no choice but to call on her oldest son Peter. In return for paying off his mother's debt, Peter assumes ownership of his childhood home and returns his mother to a 1950s housewife. The price Barbara pays for financial solvency is more than she realized it would be.

This series chronicles 29-year-old Peter's spiteful return to his family. Taken from the home in his youth after a particularly rough beating from his father, Peter has long been estranged from his family. Once pillars of the community Peter's parents have now fallen on challenging times. His father was caught and imprisoned for embezzlement. His mother has given or gambled away much of what left after legal expenses. In addition, his two younger siblings have created problems of their own leaving them in debt and homeless. Peter, the black sheep of the family eventually comes to the rescue of all his family members. However, his assistance comes with a price.

Barbara had married her husband Sean when she was just seventeen. Her husband was nine years older than her and ruled the house with an iron fist. Her marriage had been very 1950's: Barbara attended to the day to day running of the house- cooking, cleaning, and looking after their three children: Peter, Mary and Jonathan.

Though Sean was quite strict with Barbara and the children Barbara enjoyed a nice life in a large, beautiful home. Beyond family, she had the church. There were always activities going on there and she and her husband enjoyed a high standing in the community because of their volunteer work at the church and in the community.

The first threat to their standing in the community happened because of a particularly harsh punishment Sean administered to their then 11-year-old son Peter. Fortunately, Sean had connections and was able to have Peter sent away to a private boarding school to keep the whole thing quiet. Afterward the family did not really stay in touch with their son Peter. Instead, the family of four continued the privilege of their standing in the community.

Their daughter Mary eventually graduated from college and went off on her own, while their youngest son Jonathon had been accepted at a prestigious University and was also leaving the nest. Barbara and Sean were once again alone in their large house, enjoying a life of privilege.

This was until her husband was caught embezzeling funds from both the church and his company. Sean was unable to buy his way out of this incident and was subsequently sent to prison. So, after twenty years of marriage, Barbara found herself living alone in the same house in the backwoods of North Carolina where she and her husband had raised their children. Feeling that she had enough of her husband, Barbara filed for divorce.

In the divorce settlement she won a generous lump sum and assumed the mortgage on the house. It was seemingly plenty of money to live out her life. However, money seemed to slowly wither away. During the marriage Barbara's husband managed the finances. The household structure her husband had provided was gone and things went from bad to worse.

Barbara was estranged from her oldest son Peter, now twenty-nine. Peter appeared to be doing well financially. But he had always had other issues. As a child he was constantly in trouble and often incurred the wrath of his father who was a strict disciplinarian. During one horrible punishment at the age of 11, Peter was badly beaten and subsequently taken from the home and sent to a military boarding school where he spent most of his life from 6th grade until 12th grade graduation there. Though Peter continued to get in trouble at school from time to time, it seemed to straighten him out. Now years later he was a successful businessman. But he long ago quit having anything to do with the family. Peter had no relationship with either his siblings or his parents.

Barbara's twenty-three-year-old daughter Mary was much closer to her than her eldest son. Mary's Father had paid for Mary's college education- all five years of what should have been a four-year degree. She now lived on her own despite hopping from job to job. She was currently employed part time but living well above her means. Mary's mother provided her with enough funds to maintain her lifestyle, but it couldn't last long.

Barbara's youngest son Jonathan was still in college and lived on campus. Jonathan had changed majors a few times already and seemed destined to follow his sister's footsteps in extending the college life. He was an intelligent young man, though his grades did not reflect that. He enjoyed living in an off-campus home that he shared with a few other students.

Between legal bills, Barbara's lavish spending and her support of her youngest adult children, there was little left in the money her divorce had left her. The family home needed repair, and the mortgage payments were behind. As much as she hated the thought of it, she knew she would have to find Peter and ask for money.

It took several months to convince Peter even consider helping the family. Finally, he visited his mother. It was a very cold but cordial discussion- more like a business meeting. Peter's disposition was cold. He was obviously not over the challenges of his childhood.

Peter stared thoughtfully at his mother as he laid out his proposal: "Mother, I can see that you are missing the discipline and organization provided by Father as the Head of Household. You need a heavy hand to take control and manage things. This is what I can do for you: I will pay off all your current debt including your second mortgage. I will pay all your utilities, taxes, and insurance in perpetuity. I will give you an allowance to live on for your food, clothing and other personal expenses. I will also be doing major remodeling in this house. You may live in this house if you abide by my House Rules."

Peter paused for just a moment to let his mother take in the information.

Barbara was relieved. She waited to respond as she was quite sure there was more.

Peter continued. "In turn, you will sign the house, your car and all the furnishings over to me. You will give up all your credit cards. You can retain possession of your personal items, clothing, jewelry, things like that.

Barbara interrupted her son. "I knew there would be a catch. Peter, you can't treat me like this."

Peter ignored her, raised his hand in front of her face and continued in a measured tone: "However, you must agree to a few things: You must live within the budget I provide for you. Any purchases over a certain amount must be preapproved by me before purchase. I will monitor all these things."

Barbara stood up, place her hand on the table and leaned over to address her son: "I didn't bring you here to beg, you need to show me respect!

Peter still did not raise his voice. He continued as if she said nothing: "Please sit down. Mother, I am not finished." He waited for her to sit before he continued. "All these things will be put in a written agreement and signed by both of us. Any failure to abide by the rules of our agreement will result in punishment"

"Punishment? This is outrageous!" She bellowed. "How dare you talk to me this way."

Peter ignored her and continued: "You will be punished just as I was when I was a child."

Barbara was incredulous: "What? How dare you! It is the responsibility of every parent to discipline their children. Your father and I did what we thought was best for you. But I am not your child, I am your mother and..."

Peter cut her off and stood up: "You are my mother? That's a laugh. Yes, you gave birth to me. I lived with you the first 11 years of my life. I don't think we need to review what that entailed. You sent me away before my 12th birthday and have had little to nothing to do with me since."

Barbara had heard enough and began to tear up with emotion. Sobbing, she asked Peter: "What do you mean by monitoring me?"

"I will set up an office here in the house, so that I can work from home."

"You going to move in here?" she asked.

"I will be the Head of this household. I will take over the Master Bedroom and Father's old office. You may use the guest room for your bedroom while the upstairs is being renovated."

Barbara continued to weep.

"Don't cry, that won't work with me." Peter admonished her. "You also birthed two other children, but you didn't send them away, did you? Where are they now? Ask them for help if my proposal is not sufficient- or ask my father. The choice is yours!"

With tears in her eyes Barbara tried to plead her case: "Your brother and sister don't have the means to support me- they can't even support themselves... and I cannot go back to your father, you know he is in jail and that I divorced him. He left me with money, so he would not have to be in our lives in any way. That is how he wants it."

"Oh really, so the only one that can help you is the black sheep of the family. Well, my help comes with a price. All my siblings do is take, take, take from you and now when you need them, they have no money?"

Barbara's tears turned to fury: "Forget it, go away... I'll get along somehow. Get out of my house!"

"Very well, I will leave. If you change your mind, call me. I will be in town for a few days. Otherwise, I suggest you beg someone else for money or prepare to leave this home and live in the streets." With that Peter walked out the door to his car. He never looked back as he drove down the long driveway and out of sight.

Barbara was crestfallen. 'The Devil always found a way to possess that boy. How many times did she pray for him?' She thought. 'To make a deal with him would be to make a deal with the Devil. But to even consider facing her husband again was something she couldn't do. The divorce was partly her fault. She should have been a more obedient and faithful wife. She couldn't face him- even after five years.'

The next days were difficult for Barbara. Her faith had always given her the strength to get through bad times before. She labored hard to raise this family, why must life be so difficult? Yes, her husband had been very strict with the children. "Don't spare the rod." He would say. He was strict with Barbara too. Little did her children know that she too had been disciplined by him on occasion. But Peter never feared punishment. He seemed to go out of his way to do the opposite of what he was told. If Peter only knew that the punishments he received hurt, her.

She had a good relationship with her other children. However, she had to admit that Peter was right: They tended to take more than they gave. It seemed like one of them was always in need of money. Barbara 's husband paid for Mary's education, but Barbara gave her daughter a hefty allowance to boot. Unfortunately, it did not stop there. After college Mary lived well beyond her means and Barbara kept providing. She was making the same mistake with Jonathan. Barbara began to get depressed- was this all her fault? Did she fail her children?

Barbara languished for several days while her financial situation became more dire. Peter offered her a way out. Perhaps she would have to go back to him and agree to his terms. Thinking back on some of the punishments she and her husband administered, she was fearful. 'Surely he would not strike his own mother- or humiliate her in anyway.' She reasoned. With the decision made, she made the call and Peter arranged to visit her again the following weekend.

Barbara sat quietly as she listened to her son disclose their new dynamic:

"The contractors will begin with the upstairs. The four bedrooms, both bathrooms, and the sitting room, will all be remodeled. Since the guest room is down here, you do not need to go upstairs until the contractors are finished. I will be gone for a week or so, getting my things in order. I have arranged for the camera's to be installed Wednesday."

"Camera's?"

"Yes, several security cameras will cover the outside of the house..."

Barbara sighed in relief as Peter continued.

"... and more will be placed to cover inside the house."

"Why do we need cameras inside the house".

"Because I will not be able to be here on a regular basis and I want to make sure you are in compliance with the rules in our agreement. I said I would monitor you."

"I don't like that- it's an invasion of my privacy."

"I don't really care if you like it or not. This is my house now, my rules. Don't worry, I will not place any cameras in any of the bathrooms so long as you abide by my rules."

"I guess that's something."

"Also, I have purchased a new laptop, phone and television for you."

"Thank-you, I guess, but I really don't need any of them, I have my own."

"No, you don't mother. I will be taking all your electronic devices. You will use only the devices I provide. You will find that you cannot change the password on any of them. I will be monitoring them from time to time. Also, you cannot turn off the camera on these devices, so if you want privacy, you may want to consider that I will be able to view you anytime while you are using them."

"You're going to be spying on me?"

"Not spying. I said I would be monitoring your compliance with the rules."

"Peter, this isn't necessary."

"I will decide what is necessary for you."

Barbara stood in silence, hoping to stare him down.

"Mother, this is the starting point. Consider that you will have a reasonable spending allowance to allow for healthcare, food, clothing and other personal expenses for the rest of your life. You will be able to live comfortably in this home. You will not have to worry about debt. Your children and grandchildren can visit whenever you want. You simply must follow the rules we have just agreed to. I think that is a very generous offer from a son with whom you have had very little to do with. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Peter, I suppose it is. But why must I be treated like a child?"

"You are not being treated like a child. You have the freedom to come and go as you please. In this home you can watch whatever you wish on TV. You can go on any internet site you choose. You can set your own schedule and choose your own meals. This is not treating you like a child. The only controls you have are that I will be monitoring you. Not all the time mind you, but when I choose to. I think this is a small price to pay."

"Yes Peter, well thank you for the financial support in any case. I just feel uncomfortable with you monitoring me this way."

"After a short time, you will forget that you are being watched."

"Oh, there is one more thing."

"Barbara sighed."

"I will call my siblings and let them know about our arrangement, this includes the methods I have put in place to monitor you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Peter. Your siblings have names by the way... When you make the budget, please include them."

Peter laughed. "Yes, well Mary and Jonathan are adults. In Mary's case she needs to support herself now. She is a college graduate, she can either support herself or adjust her lifestyle accordingly."

"But she only has a part-time job, Peter."

Peter ignored her and continued. "Jonathan is the one who should have a part-time job while he is in school. I will figure out what is fair for him. Now anymore questions?"

"No Peter", she mumbled.

The next week she had several contractors visit the house. Barbara watched as furniture was being removed from upstairs and building materials where being carried up. Whatever they were doing up there, they were very loud. Soon it became routine. She even provided them with lunch or refreshments each day. In just a couple weeks they seemed to be finishing up and hauling furniture upstairs. Not the old furniture, this looked like new furnishings.

Downstairs, most of the appliances were replaced with brand new state of the art appliances- something she had not expected. New Televisions were installed in the Master bedroom upstairs and in the living room, and guest room downstairs. She also received a new laptop and cell phone. One thing she especially appreciated was the new sound system that played throughout the house- now she could play music as she went about her chores.

There were other electronics installed in the closet of the study that she did not understand. The worker explained that it was some sort of server that connected all the electronics in the house to include the security system.

'Peter must me spending a small fortune on all this' Barbara thought. 'Perhaps this would not be as terrible as she feared.

Back at his own home, Peter was making plans and writing his official 'House Rules'. Peter spent some time going over his mother's financials. Several things did not add up. He did find several disbursements to his siblings as he suspected. However, those did not account for all the substantial debt his mother had acquired. Apparently, she kept some credit cards. 'This should not be too hard to figure out.' He thought.

Peter switched on the monitoring system to his mother's home. More accurately it was his house now. From his office he could monitor all the cameras in his new home. There were Camera's in virtually every room except the bathrooms. Most of the cameras also had audio so he could listen to her if desired. There were even cameras in the flat screen TVs.

He could monitor every website she visited on her laptop or on her phone. Both her car and phone had tracking devices. There was almost too much for him to monitor.

The home had a sound system and Peter recognized the familiar sound of religious music playing in the background as his mother went about her daily routine. She kept the house as clean and orderly just as his father had always insisted on. A picture from his childhood of her on her knees cleaning the inside of the oven popped into his head. Of course there was no need for that with today's ovens. However, she managed to find plenty of areas to clean that most people would overlook.

Bored, he fast forwarded several hours until something caught his eye.

His mother was now sitting on her recliner, glass of wine in hand and was fixated on her laptop. Growing up he remembered that she would spend what little leisure time she had doing crossword puzzles or reading. Curious as to what could keep her attention now, he pulled up a display of her screen. It was an online game called Bingo Clash. 'That's not so interesting' he thought. Just as he was about to move on, something caught his eye: She was playing for money.

'This is curious' he thought. How can she be playing with money online without credit cards?' With a few clicks he was able to see she was using PayPal for her current game, though she apparently had other payment methods at her disposal including Venmo, Apple Pay and a credit card account- none of which Peter had control of or even knew about.

'Well, this is intriguing.' Peter thought. 'So, Mother's wild spending was not all charitable. It appears he had found what he was looking for.

Peter spent some time investigating her financial information, before moving on. Peter decided to look at some more video of his mother's activities in the house. Most of it was mundane. She had a few uninteresting conversations on the phone with Peter's siblings, did her housekeeping chores, prepared and ate a few meals- nothing out of the ordinary.

After her dinner she was able to change out of sight of the one TV Camera in the guest room closet. The rest of the evening she wore her bathrobe and slippers and went back to playing her online games. Sitting in front of the computer Peter had a closeup of her face. Having never looked that closely before, Peter noticed that the wrinkles on her face were just beginning to show signs of age. He glanced down at the cleavage that was exposed by the bathrobe and felt guilty for a moment. 'This was not about voyeurism.' He said to himself. 'She was still his mother after all'.

Later, she went back to the guest room. She took off her robe revealing her conservative pajamas, then climbed into bed to read. Peter left the screen on while he continued to look through his mother's bank statements. Something caught his eye, and he looked back up at the screen. His mother had put the book down and was lying on her back. Her head was titled back on the pillow, and it looked like her knees were raised underneath the covers.

'What the heck is she doing?' Peter pondered. Is she masturbating?' Peter adjusted the camera to get as close-up to her has she could. The covers were raised by her knees underneath, partially obscuring her face. Peter looked away for the screen and considered turning off the camera. He looked back. Turning up the volume he could hear a faint moaning from his mother. 'Damn, she is really doing that.' He thought. Peter watched until she was done, then turned off the camera.

The next morning, he confronted his mother.

"I have reviewed the financials and things are worse off than I thought. You have been paying an extravagant amount of money to your two children."

"You mean your brother and sister Peter." She interrupted.

He continued. "In any case this stops today."

"But Peter!" She implored him.

"The second item is more serious now. It appears that you have been gambling online."

Barbara was going to lie, but she held back. "Yes, I gamble a little." She offered.

"You gamble a lot, but the bigger point is that you withheld some of your credit cards and online accounts from me. For that you will have to be punished."

"Punished? How exactly are you proposing to punish your own mother." She asked.

"A good spanking is what you need, and I will administer it over my knees."

"You are a God damn asshole. You will do no such thing to me."

"Language mother. That is another offense. We will deal with that one first.

Peter grabbed his mother by her upper arm and directed down the hall and into the bathroom.

Holding up an old-fashioned bar of soap, he addressed his mother. "I bought this a few days ago. Frankly I didn't expect to put it to use so soon."

"Peter, you are not going to put that thing in my mouth!" She defiantly declared.

"How many times did you wash my mouth out with soap? Do you remember?"

"Many times, because you were a foul-mouthed little boy."

"Well today you are a foul-mouthed mother." Peter ran some water over the soap and held it out toward his mother. "Get over here, now! Or do you prefer to be out in the streets?"

Peter's mother tried to stare down her son, but he was not giving in. She slowly walked toward her son.

"I'm sorry son, I promise not to use that language again. Please do not do this."

"Take the soap and put it in your mouth... now!"

Barbara took the wet soap from peter and held it near her mouth. She slowly shook her head from side-to-side pleading for some mercy. When she realized her son would not give in, she opened her mouth and slowly pushed the bar of soap passed her lips.

The soap tasted horrible. She was determined not to swallow, but the watery soap swashing back and forth along her tongue forced her to gag. A small amount of soapy water went down her throat and she tried to lean forward to spit out the excess. Barbara had done this to her children years ago, but never realized just how disgusting it was. This went on for several minutes before her son allowed her to remove the soap.

"Get yourself cleaned up and come to the living room." Her son directed.

Barbara immediately ran the water and stuck her face in the stream of water, filling her mouth and spitting out several times to get the disgusting taste out her mouth. Her nose burned when some of the soapy water made it up from her mouth. It took several minutes before she was done. The whole episode was humiliating and painful. Barbara looked up at the face in the mirror with disgust. After gathering herself together she left the bathroom to join her son in the living room.

"That was for your foul mouth. Now we need to address the issue of lying and hiding your credit cards and other accounts from me."

Now that she knew how cruel her son could be, Barbara was trembling to think what else he was capable of.

"You are going to punish your mother again."

"Yes. You are going to get a spanking."

"Peter, you can't be serious. You can't... I mean... Peter I am your mother."

"Yes mother, and I am going to give you a spanking." Peter sat down on the couch.

"Go to the mud room, grab the paddle and return here."

"Fine." Barbara declared as she turned around and left the room. Barabara had been spanked by her husband many years ago- always in the privacy of their bedroom. She would take this punishment, she decided. 'Better to get this nightmare over with.' She thought.

Back during Peter's childhood his parent's had a paddle hanging on the wall. Hanging next to the paddle was the doghouse plaque with three cut out dogs labeled 'Peter'. 'Mary', 'Jonathan'. There was a fourth dog unlabeled. Peter's 'dog' was most often the dog placed in the cutout for the doghouse. Peter had noticed that all these items were still on the wall.

Barbara returned to the living room with the paddle in hand. She walked over to her son and with a frown on her face, handed it to him.

Peter grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over his lap.

"This will be bare bottomed, just as I had received it." Peter declared. He grabbed her pants and attempted to pull them over her ass.

"Peter, no that is so wrong, you can't do that.!"

"You can help me get this down while I have you over my lap, or I will have you stand up in front of me and remove them. It is your choice." He declared.

Reluctantly she reached underneath and unbuttoned her pants and slipped them over her ass. She felt the cool air on her bottom. A wave of embarrassment came over her as she realized her behind was revealed to her son. Barbara tried to keep her legs together to limit her exposure.

Barbara didn't have long to think about it. Her humiliation was soon replaced by pain as she felt the first strike of his hand on her ass cheek. 'His hand!' She thought. He was not using the paddle; he was striking her with is hand. That made the shame even worse the thought.

Her son struck her several times alternating ass cheeks. Unable to endure the pain she began to sob. Peter halted momentarily, but it was not yet over. He grabbed the paddle and gave her several more strikes until her bottom was crimson red. Finally, the pain was over- but not the humiliation.

"Get up and go to the corner in the kitchen. You will stand there with your hands behind your back until I tell you to leave."

Barbara rolled off her son's lap and modestly turned away. She reached down to pull up her pants, but Peter stopped her.

"Keep your pants on the floor. Now walk to the kitchen and stand in the corner."

Barbara did as she was told.

Peter watched as his bare assed mother walked to the kitchen. He followed after her as she positioned herself facing the corner as he had done many years ago. He stood there for a few minutes staring at her naked red bottom. 'Ill feelings toward her aside, she had a nice ass- even if it was his mother.' He thought.

An hour later Peter carried his mother bathrobe down to the kitchen and placed it on the floor behind her.

"Go ahead and put this on" He instructed.

Still facing the corner, she squatted down, reached around her back side and grabbed the bathrobe. Then standing up she put the bathrobe on and turned around to face her son.

"Go to your room. In your room you will see a copy of the house rules. I suggest you read through it this evening." Peter commanded.

"Yes Peter." She promised.

Later that evening Peter came to her room and entered without knocking. She was lying face down on the bed, still naked below the waist reading his rulebook. He understood why she laid that way as he had done so many times after a good spanking in his youth.

Barbara tried to cover herself up, but Peter stopped her, then took a seat beside his mother.

"I am going to put some lotion on your behind." He declared.

For a moment Barbara contemplated arguing but thought better of it. The moment his hand touched her bottom; she remembered that only her husband had touched her bare ass before. She laid silently while he addressed her.

"Next week the contractors will begin working on the downstairs. I will be moving my things into the Master Bedroom this weekend." Peter began.

She tried to listen to him, but all she could think of was her son rubbing the cool soothing lotion on her bottom.

"You are moving into this house? She inquired.

She could feel her son's hands near the crack on her ass and dangerously close to her private parts.

"Obviously, I need to take my father's place as head of this household. You will address me with the respect as you did to my father. I will address you as Barbara from now on. You will address he as 'sir'. If Mary and Jonathon need to move back in here, as I suspect they will someday soon, then they will also have to abide by the 'House Rules' as well."

Peter was aware of how close his fingers were to his mom's pussy. He asked her to spread her legs apart a little bit. He still couldn't get glimpse of her labia, but he allowed his fingers to gently touch it for just an instant. His mother closed her legs quickly in response, but did not otherwise acknowledge it.

"Where will I sleep?" she asked.

"Do not worry about that today. As of next week, I will work from Father's office, which of course is now my office. You will prepare and serve me my meals, keep my house in order, run errands for me, and anything else I need. Do you understand?"

"Yes Peter... I mean sir."

"Also, I want to see you in a dress from now on. No more slacks. Again, read the House Rules"

"Yes sir." His mother responded.

"By the way, what does the Bible say about masturbating?"

"Masturbating? I... er... It is sinful to masturbate... but why must we talk of such things."

"Were you masturbating in bed last night Barbara?"

A rush of shame came over Peter's mother as she suddenly realized he must have been watching her. Thank-fully she was under the covers last night.

"Yes, she whispered. I am an adult and I..."

Peter interrupted. "No need to be ashamed Barbara I understand. I just think it's quite hypocritical of you that's all. How often do you masturbate?"

"Peter I will follow your rules. I will do all the things you ask, but this topic is too embarrassing to talk to my son about."

"Understandable. Now answer my question." He pressed.

"I... I guess a few times a week sir."

"There, that was not so hard, now was it."

Between the conversation and the sight and touch of his mother's ass, Peter was beginning to feel aroused. He had very cold feelings about his mother, he enjoyed punishing and humiliating her. In his mind he wanted to push this further but decided it would not be wise at this time.

Over the next couple of weeks, his mother's subservience became more natural: She seemed to be comfortable with her role. Peter often viewed the camera's whenever she was in her bedroom. To his disappointment she did not seem to be masturbating under the covers. Perhaps she did it in the shower. He regretted not having cameras in her bathroom.

As the days went on, she stopped bringing her clothes in the bathroom to change. Whether she forgot about the cameras or whether she was doing it deliberately, he got couldn't be sure. But he got glimpses of his mother's naked body. At forty-nine years old, she still had a good body. She was short, about 5 foot, four inches and 142 pounds. A few extra pounds maybe, but Peter appreciated curves. Her chest was about 34 and Peter guessed a c cup. Her pussy hair was not very trimmed.

Of course, Peter only got quick views.

He practiced pausing the video's and getting a close shot. To his own shame, he would jerk off to the videos remembering the soft touch of her ass. If his mother thought masturbation was a sin, she would be horrified to know her son was not only viewing her as she changed clothes, but also beat off to her exposed body. Still, Peter knew he had to take this thing further.

To be continued...