The Black Sheep Ch. 05

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 his parents have now fallen on challenging times. His father was caught and imprisoned for embezzlement. His mother has given and gambled away, much of what left after legal expenses. In addition, his two younger siblings have created problems of their own. Peter, the black sheep comes to the rescue, but his assistance comes with a price.

In Peter's absence, mother and sister unlock some of their hidden hedonistic tendencies in a weekend of sexual exploration, rule breaking, and punishment.

Mary enjoyed the day clothes shopping with her mom. By now she was used to the stares she received in public based on her appearance. Mary was almost unrecognizable with her new clothing style. She bought a few shirt-waste dresses which were a favorite of Peter's for house dresses. Her dress today was plain shirt-waisted, although her body was not really built for the protruding breasts and tight waist style of the fifties. Earlier her mother had taken her to the hairdresser, trading her shoulder length hair style for a short curly bob style.

Mary had much bigger secrets of course: At twenty-three she lived at home with her mom and older brother. She wore the same 1950's dresses at home from early morning until after dinner. Then she would change into something much more sexual and revealing. Her brother liked it that way. A few nights per week, she would spend the evening with Peter in the Master suite. The other nights her mom did the same. Then on weekends the family practiced home nudity. It was all a crazy exciting secret.

Saturday Mary would be going to her High School reunion with Becky Parker. This was Peter's decision. He felt that Mary needed to learn to feel comfortable with her new identity without the oversight of her mom or brother. Becky, a former classmate, would be a good replacement chaperone. Becky was a tall stalky former athlete. Mary and the other popular girls used to look down on the female jocks like Becky. Now Becky was to be her 'date'.

Mary knew that by going to the reunion with Becky and dressed in her new tropical print sleeveless summer dress, she insured that she would be the subject of derision amongst her old school friends. However, her brother had insisted on it. So, here they were, Mother and Daughter, out shopping for an appropriate outfit with which to humiliate herself with.

Peter had stayed back at the house- his house to be precise. While the girls were out, Jonathan came for lunch with his brother Peter. It was his very first time visiting the home since his Peter purchased and remodeled it. Some landscaping was still in progress outside, but most of the inside work was complete.

"This place is amazing Peter; business must be good."

"Thank-you, though I can't take all the credit. Mother and Mary work hard to maintain the house and help with my business as well. It is great having them here." Peter looked at his brother and concluded why he asked for the meeting: "You are here for money- again!"

"Straight to business I see. I appreciate that. Okay, I don't like to ask, but yes."

Seeing no response from his brother Johnathan continued:

"As you know, Mom stopped the payments to me... and to the college a few months ago. This is going to be a big ask, but I need..."

Peter cut him off: "Mother never made payments to the college. She made two kinds of payments- to you. One ostensively for college and one for your 'mortgage', academic books and personal expenses. Both payments made on a regular basis and both by allotment- no doubt set up by you. They were terminated by me."

"I thought it was easier for her that way. She is not too good with computers."

"Cut the B. S. Jonathan. You are not in college now, nor have you been for a long time. You flunked out with a zero-grade-point-average during your first semester. Personally, I am not sure how one does that. You are very intelligent- High School Valedictorian. How you managed to fail every course in your freshman year of college, I don't know. I didn't think such a thing was even possible."

Jonathan took a deep breath and tried again: "College is not for me Peter. Lots of successful people never went to college. Look at you. You have done well for yourself and never went to college. Mary on the other hand graduated from college and is now apparently working for you. Doing what, clerical work? I want to be an entrepreneur- I don't need college."

Peter smiled. And shook his head. "You really are full of crap, you know that? You can't come in here and shovel that bull shit with me. Where the hell did that 'college' money go? You still have never explained that."

"I spent it... look I just need money to pay rent. My other two housemates have been covering for me the last few payments. I just need to pay them back, and maybe some money to help me get started on my own business ventures. I have some ideas, Peter. I figure with fifty 'K' I could really get on my feet, and..."

"No Jonathan."

"They will throw me out!"

"It won't be the first time. Look, I already took care of your house, so you would no longer have a mortgage over your head. You got good money out of that deal. I don't know who you are renting from now, but I am not covering that."

"They will through me out Peter!"

"So, get a job."

"I need time to work on some business ventures; I can't work be stuck in some two-bit job someplace. Please hear me out... I can even cut you in."

"Get a job!" Peter repeated.

"Even if I could land a job in two weeks, I wouldn't have the money to pay them back in time."

"There are a lot of fast-food places around the college, I am sure they will hire you. Work a deal with your housemates."

Jonathan was about to respond, but Peter kept going:

You want to be an entrepreneur? Really? You have absolutely no idea the sacrifice that requires. You must be willing to live in your car if that's what it takes. You must work harder than you ever have, every hour, every day.

"I don't have a car anymore... or a driver's license."

"Good, your almost rock bottom. Get a job, any job, and come back here in two weeks and we'll talk next steps. Talk to your housemates about delaying your expulsion from your room. Two weeks Jonathan, I'll see you then."

"Can you hire me? Surely, I can contribute more than Mom and Mary."

"No... Two weeks Jonathan, we're done here."

Jonathan stood up and glared at his brother. "Fine!" He screeched, as he stormed out of the office.

When Barbara and Mary returned home, they were anxious to hear about Jonathan.

"I hope Jonathan gets his act together..." Mary began.

"Do you plan on bringing him to the home?" Barbara interjected.

"No Mother, that is not my intention. I would like to see him achieve his potential- on his own. I'd like to find a way to help him, help himself. When he hits rock bottom, my hope is he will pick himself up. He is not far from that now.

"Mary sighed in relief. I am glad to hear that... I mean the three of us are just starting to meld.

"I will make the decision I think is best for the family. You both will adjust just fine either way I decide."

On that subject, what about father?" Mary asked.

Peter turned to his mother and grinned while responding to his sister. "I think he is the last one your mother wants anywhere around here."

Barbara nodded in agreement as Peter continued.

"However, he is eligible for certain programs which could hasten his release from incarceration. I am monitoring the situation with the help of Becky Parker. Peter and Father are two lost souls who need some very tough love. I may be the one to administer it. Then they both need to move on in their independent life journey. In any case, the two of you just need to trust in my leadership in the household."

Both ladies nodded in agreement.

Peter changed the subject: "I would like to see the clothing you picked out. You two can model them tonight after dinner. Then tomorrow, I must go out of town for a day or so on business. I will be back Sunday afternoon. Mary, have a good time at your reunion, I look forward to hearing all about it when I get back. I expect the two of you to abide by our rules while I am gone."

Peter left early Friday morning. Mary and her mom looked forward to a weekend alone together. They had begun to bond in a way not possible when Mary was growing up. On this day they agreed to work especially hard to leave as few chores as possible for the weekend. Sadly, Mary had to go to her reunion Saturday night, but the rest of the time would be mother-daughter time.

As per house rules they remained in their proper dress all day Friday, stopping only for a sit-down lunch and dinner. After dinner the schedule called for sexy evening wear. Apparently, Peter did not bother to change the schedule when he was called out of town. However, the two dutifully followed the all-important household program.

"Is there any booze in this house?" Mary asked. "I feel like our ensemble kind of calls for a fun girl's night."

"The only thing I know of is the wine cooler, but it is locked. If he has anything else, I feel like it would be locked on his office. I have not seen him have a drink the whole time he has lived her." Barbara explained.

"Have you had a drink since then mom?"

"No... It's best we do not. If Peter wanted to allow us to drink, he would have offered it."

So, the two ladies sat around in their negligees chatting and watching television. When it was time for bed they went upstairs together and stopped outside of Mary's room to kiss goodnight.

"Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight mom? The place is quiet with Peter away."

Barbara had moved into the room used by Peter growing up- at least until age twelve when he was taken from the home. It was a large bedroom, easily able to accommodate the bed she once shared with her husband. The two of them would be alone in the house tonight, so Barbara welcomed the company. The two chatted in bed for a time before falling off to sleep.

Weekends at the Jordan household were nude so Mary and her mother were up early preparing breakfast sans clothing and would remain that way through Sunday evening. There were few chores inside on Saturday so the two were soon outside cleaning the pool and hot tub and enjoying the sun and breeze on their exposed skin. Seeing each other naked was beginning to feel normal. Being outside of the house naked though, that was still exhilarating. It was something they now looked forward to on weekends.

By noon they welcomed a break from the sun and moved indoors. There was not much left to do, so they decided to do some deep cleaning in the Master Bedroom. This was Peter's room now. Of course, Barbara had slept in this room from the age of seventeen, then throughout her marriage to her former husband. Then she slept here alone until her oldest son Peter moved in. For more than month she shared a bed with her son until she moved into her own room- Peter's childhood room.

Now either Barbara or her daughter occasionally slept in the Master Bedroom with Peter at his discretion. With no doors on any of the bedrooms the sounds of sex traveled throughout the upstairs on those occasions. Mary was particularly loud during sex, though Barbara had become decreasingly inhibited as time went on. Hearing your mom have sex with your brother, or conversely hearing your daughter have sex with your son, was a surreal experience. Such thoughts went through the minds of mother and daughter as they cleaned the Master Bedroom.

Later, Barbara helped her daughter prepare for her Saturday date: Getting her hair just right, simple make-up, nails, the works. It was a little more fun doing it all in the nude. Barbara helped her daughter get dressed: Mary was not happy with her look in the new dress and concluded she needed to lose some of her belly roll before it fit right. So, her mom offered her own black and white sleeveless polka dot dress for her daughter. The two decided this was the one that fit best. They completed the outfit with a large faux white pearl necklace and matching earrings. By the time Becky arrived to pick her up, Mary looked great.

While Mary was gone, Barbara would spend the evening alone and naked in the large family home. She had been alone after her husband went to prison five years ago. It was a lonely time with few visits from her children- unless of course, they needed money. Barbara took to online gambling in those days. Between gambling and supporting her irresponsible children, she nearly lost everything. Had it not been for her oldest son Peter coming to the rescue, she may have been out on the street, or worse.

Tonight, she was alone in the house once again- fully naked. The feeling was both alarming and exhilarating. If she was more daring, she would have pulled out one of Mary's vibrators and tried it out. The only other toys in the house she knew about were the butt plugs in the playroom. However, when she went to look for them, they were no longer there.

'Too bad.' She thought. 'I was starting to get used to them.' She knew Peter enjoyed backdoor sex, but she needed to be better prepared before she could attempt to accommodate his large cock.

Instead, Barbara turned on her computer to look for a good movie. Just then her phone rang- it was her son Peter.

"Evening mom, put me on your computer screen."

"Oh, hi Peter... just a second."

After a minute she was able to connect on video. Her son was sitting bare chested in his hotel room.

"Oh, you're looking nice this evening Mother." Peter declared.

Peter had only addressed her as 'Mother', or 'Barbara'. The other children used 'mom'; however, Peter's position in the family was as it's leader, so Barbara was now on equal footing with Peter's siblings. Barbara glanced at the small video of herself on the upper corner of her laptop. It displayed her nude body from the waste up.

"Thank-you Peter, how is your trip so far."

Peter stood up for a moment to pour himself a cup of coffee. It was then she observed that, like her he was completely naked. When he returned to his computer and sat down, he continued.

"It has been productive so far... Did Mary get off to her reunion okay?"

"Yes Peter, she looked very nice. Becky picked her up right on time and they left about an hour ago."

"Good. I knew you were alone, so I wanted to give you a call. Are you completely naked mother?"

"Yes of course Peter."

Peter rolled his chair back. He was sitting on the edge of his chair and had one hand wrapped around his penis. Including Peter's, Barbara had only seen three penises in her life. The other two were relatively small, hairy, and not very appealing. But she enjoyed the look of her son naked- he was handsome, muscular, and had a nice large penis with well-trimmed pubic hair.

"Let me see your pussy mother."

Barbara felt uncomfortable but she pointed the camera down to her private parts as directed.

"No mom, spread your legs and let me see up close."

She briefly looked up at the small video of herself and felt very self-conscious. Then looking at the main video she saw Peter stroking is cock and looking at his computer screen.

"I figured since neither of us can have sex tonight, we could have a little phone sex."

"I... I am not sure what you want me to do."

"Just masturbate and talk to me."

"Barbara was a little turned on, so she reached down with one hand and began to play with herself,"

"Oh yeah, that's great mom."

Barbara watched in stimulating fascination as her son stroked his cock. She knew men did this, but she had never watched it. As the moments went on, she became less inhibited, more vocal, and more stimulated. It was not long until her son ejaculated in one loud grunt.

She herself had not yet reached orgasm but suddenly felt self-conscious as her son got up to clean himself off. She adjusted the view, so she was once again only displaying from her chest up. Peter must have assumed that she too had finished because he returned only to say goodnight. By the time she said goodbye and turned off the computer she was no longer on the mood to finish off. She waited for Mary to return home.

Mary was home long before midnight.

After her shower, Mary walked down to her mom's room, Sill naked, and crawled into bed with her.

"So, tell me all about it. How was the reunion?" Barbara asked.

"Well at first it was as uncomfortable as I expected. I felt so self-conscious when I walked into the room. I instinctively grabbed Becky's hand for moral support- that probably didn't help. A few of my old friends came over and made some sarcastic remarks, but most stayed further way, probably gossiping all night. I guess I was one of those judgmental girls once."

Mary rolled to her side to face her mom.

"Mostly Becky and I talked."

"About?"

"Mostly our family. I was curious how Peter came to be friends with Becky. Apparently, she met Peter soon after Father was incarcerated. She was a guard at the women's prison at the time but somehow met Peter when he visited Father. I think you were in the middle of the divorce and Peter was looking out for your interests."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yes, and she also talked about Jonathan- she knows him. Apparently, he goes to some of the same clubs."

"Gay clubs?"

"No Mom... well maybe gay friendly... just some of the clubs in the city. Anyway, she says Johnny drinks pretty heavy and... don't know if I should tell you this, but... he does some light drugs as well."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, should I go on?"

"There's more?"

"Johnny lives in a room at someone's house now. Apparently, he gets kicked out of one friend's house and moves to another. She doesn't know if he has a job but doesn't think so. She thinks Peter is monitoring his situation from a distance right now."

"I guess that's good."

"How did you get along with Becky?"

"She's okay... not my type if I wanted to go that way, but she is a nice person."

"She's one of those Lesbian's isn't she."

Mary laughed. "Yes mom, but we didn't talk about any of that."

"I just think that is so strange Mary, don't you."

"Stranger than sleeping with your son?" Mary asked.

"As a matter of fact, Peter called tonight, and we had video phone sex."

"Really? Can we watch it?" Mary pleaded.

"I don't know if it is recorded... do you think it is?"

"I'm sure it is, maybe we can look at it tomorrow."

"I think I would be mortified... You don't want to see that, Mary."

"Actually, I would. Even though I am not particularly attracted to Becky, I found the idea of people assuming I was dating a lesbian rather erotic."

Barbara smiled. "Have you ever done anything with a girl Mary?"

"Yes, kind of. Are you sure you want to know this stuff?"

"Humor me."

"Well in college we would have some parties that got pretty wild."

"Sex parties?"

"Well, they don't always start out that way. But the guys love it when us girls give them a little show: We do a little kissing and stuff."

"What is the 'and stuff'?" Barbara asked.

"We would go topless, feel and kiss each other's boobs."

"I'm not sure I could do that."

"Oh, come on. We have hugged naked before... we have been boob to boob. Was that weird?"

"A little bit, yes."

Mary reached over, grabbed her mom's hand and placed it on her boob. Then Mary reached in to kiss her mom on the lips, Barbara did not resist. They kissed for several seconds during which time Barbara did not remove her hand from her daughter's breast. It was the first time Barbara had touched another woman's boob, and she found it exciting.

The two began heavier kissing. Mary pulled back briefly to whisper to her mom: "Still weird?"

"Hmmm, not so much Mary."

Mary smiled and brought her head down to kiss her mom's boob. She used her tongue to play with her mom's nipples. Barbara was stroking her daughter's hair and moaning approval. Barbara was torn between wanting to lay back and enjoy as her daughter devoured her boobs and wanting to return the favor and taste her daughter's boobs. She decided to wait and enjoy the sensations emanating from her breasts until she felt the moisture between her own legs.

Barbara felt self-conscious of her personal sexual aroma and wondered if her daughter noticed. Barbara urged her daughter to stop momentarily so she could taste her daughter's breasts. The taste and feel were thrilling; she wanted to explore every inch of her daughter's skin until Mary interrupted...

Mary reached down and brought her mom's face back to hers so the two could resume kissing. Mary reached down to kiss her mom's neck. She had once watched her brother kiss this erogenous spot on their mom. She too wanted to explore those sensations. Mary pondered going down on her mom to taste her pussy. Instead, she reached down to feel the juices between her mom's moist slit.

Barbara reached down to garb her daughter's arm. "I... I'm not ready for that Mary.

Disappointed Mary settled for the mutual sexual exploration above the waist. It was still wonderful.

The two continued for a long time before collapsing in each other's arms. They lay silent for several minutes.

Mary broke the silence: "One more thing mom. Tomorrow, I want to explore the basement." Mary whispered.

Her mom was not sold on the idea: "We are not allowed down there until it is finished."

"I forgot to tell you this: I asked Becky what she and Peter could possibly have in common. She didn't exactly say, but I think the basement will give us a clue. I've seen lots of big deliveries go down there."

"Let's talk about it in the morning Mary."

In the morning the two wandered downstairs."Peter said it's going to be a gym." Barbara reasoned.

Mary shook her head in disbelief: "Part of it may be a gym... but the whole basement? The basement is huge there must be a lot more. I tried to look through the basement windows, but they are all darkened. He is hiding something mom. Even you must be curious."

"What about cameras? He will know we went down there." Barbara rationalized.

"Becky is doing the cameras. I know for a fact she has yet to install the basement cameras."

"Okay. If the door is unlocked, we will peak in, but just for a moment." Her mother argued.

The two of them walked down the stairs. The stairwell was open to the left side providing a wide-open view of Peter's home gym. It was a nice exercise room with several pieces of equipment, some floor mats and various sets of free weights- some items still in boxes.

They went into the gym and looked around. There were mirrors on most of the wall space. One wall was clear glass, partitioning a bathroom and shower. There was no door, just an opening to walk through.

By Mary's estimate this portion of the basement only accounted for about a third of the footprint of the house. The two walked back to the bottom of the stairwell and opened the closed door on the right side, then walked in. The door closed behind then with a 'clunk' that echoed loudly.

Mary and Barbara stood in disbelief at the site of the large room before them.

"What the heck is this, Mary?" Barbara asked her daughter.

"Fifty Shades of Gray Mom." Mary replied, very matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me?"

The movie mom, "Fifty Shades of Gray." Mary explained.

Perplexed, her mother shook her head.

"It's like BDSM shit."

Barbara grabbed her daughter's arm: "Let's get out of here Mary."

The two turned around and headed back to the door: It was locked.

"It must have locked behind us!" Mary rationalized. "No need to panic."

"I knew this was a bad idea, Mary." Her mother responded.

Suddenly the lights went out, leaving the two naked ladies in a nearly pitch-black room.

"Can I start panicking yet?" Barbara questioned.

"Relax, there is door across the room leads outside. I think I can see a red indicator light or something over there. Take my hand." Mary directed.

The two of them slowly inched their way across the room with Mary leading the way. Occasionally Mary bumped into something, but eventually the made it to the exit door. The door was locked, but fortuitously from the inside. They opened the door and emerged outside in the back yard.

Fortunately, the home was very secluded. "Okay we need to walk around the house and find an open door." Mary suggested.

The two quickly made their way around the home, checking doors and windows. To their dismay, all the outside doors were locked. Barbara turned to her daughter as if to say: 'Okay, now what?'

"New plan: We will wait out by the pool until Peter gets home. He is supposed to come home today. We'll just tell him we locked ourselves out and decided to wait out here. No need to panic." Mary reasoned.

"I hope he is not delayed. We have no food, phone or clothes." Barbara explained.

Mary tried to console her mom: "But we have a pool and hot tub to relax in."

Peter arrived home to an empty house. He glanced outside to see if Mary and his mother had gone out back. Sure, enough the two of them were in the pool chatting. When Peter walked to the back door, he discovered it was locked. 'Curious.' He thought. After checking, he discovered all the exterior doors were locked. 'Very strange.' He said to himself.

Peter went to his office, turned on his laptop and perused the cameras on the home network for the last camera activity. It was the camera in the hallway outside his office. There he spotted his naked mother and sister preparing to walk down the stairway to the basement. That was the last camera feed to show any activity inside the house. Peter continued searching: 15 minutes later, on one of the exterior cameras, he viewed his sister and mother walking from the house to the pool. They seemed to be coming from the basement.

Peter walked downstairs to his exercise room. The light to both the stairway and to the home gym had been left on. He then opened the door to his dungeon. Disabling the automatic door lock, he walked across the room and checked the exterior door only to find that it was already unlocked. Satisfied that he figured out what happened, he locked the outside door and went back upstairs to check on Barbara and Mary. Apparently, they had not yet discovered he was back home.

Mary and Barbara were so busy chatting they didn't see Peter approach until Mary spotted Peter standing over them.

"Oh, Hi Peter, you're home. We locked ourselves out of the house. It was getting hot, so we decided to cool off in the pool while we waited for you to return." Mary explained.

His Mother and Sister were both naked. On weekends the three of them were essentially home nudists, so this was not a shock to Peter.

"Why didn't you at least get a towel and some water from the pool house?" Peter questioned.

Mary and Barbara looked at each other, suddenly feeling foolish. They hadn't thought of the pool house.

Peter shook his head and walked directly back to the house without saying a word.

"Damn, I think he is angry." Mary offered.

"We better get out and get back to the house quickly."

The girls first walked over to the pool house only to discover that Peter must have locked it. Naked and wet the girls walked back to the house only to discover the back door was locked. They ran around the house, first to the back deck doors, then the front door. All locked. The garage doors were also closed and locked.

Looking at her daughter, Barbara declared: "I think we can assume he is angry Mary."

"I guess it would do no good to ring the doorbell." Mary deduced.

Instead, the two decided to wait on chairs on the back deck. An hour later it was a little cooler and the gentle breeze coupled made the girls feel a little cold.

"You think he will leave us out here all night?" Mary asked her mother.

"I don't think so Mary. I am less worried about that than what awaits us when he lets us in."

Finally, Peter opened the sliding door and gestured for them to come in. He led them to his office.

"Tell me again, how you locked yourself out." Peter challenged.

Barbara could tell Peter knew the truth. "The door behind us automatically locked."

"There is only one door that does that: The door in the basement to our new room. A room you to are not allowed in- yet."

"Yes Peter." His mother replied.

Peter stood thoughtfully looking at his naked mother and sister. Their skin was now dry, but their hair was still wet. Both had goosebumps all over their bodies.

"If you had been observant, you would have noticed that the bathroom in the gym opens to both the gym and the dungeon. There are no locks on those doors. You could have easily left the dungeon through that bathroom and come back upstairs."

Mary rolled her head back thinking 'stupid!' Looking at her brother, she knew she needed to accept responsibility for their indiscretion.

Peter, it was my idea to explore down there. Mom was against the idea."

"Very well." Peter looked toward his sister and pointed to his desk.

"Mary, there are two implements here on my desk: Our well-worn traditional wooden paddle and this leather tawse. You will select the implement you want me to use on your mother and bring it to me. Keep in mind the remaining implement is for use in your punishment."

Mary slowly walked to the front of the desk and stood over the two implements. Mary had been punished with both, but she wasn't sure if her mother had ever been spanked with a tawse. For Mary the tawse provided much more sting, and she didn't want her mom to have to feel that. She quietly picked up the paddle and handed it to her brother.

Peter motioned for Mary to step back. Barbara did not wait to be summoned. Without a word she walked forward and leaned over, placing her hands on the desk. Peter had spanked her several times before, though not for a while. She knew she deserved it. Unlike her ex-husband, Peter never punished in anger though. Her son was skillful enough to inflict a certain amount of pain without excessive wounding.

Mary stood directly behind her mom. It was the first time she realized how exposed a woman is in that position. She grimaced with the first strike to her mom's bottom. Each strike drew a soft whimper from Barbara. For Mary it was horrible to watch knowing it was all her fault. She would have preferred to have been punished for both.

When it was over, Barbara was directed to stand up and walk away for the desk. Mary looked at her mom as she walked by- she wasn't crying. 'Perhaps mom had a higher threshold of pain than she did.' Mary thought. Looking her mom in the eyes, Mary tried to mouth 'sorry'.

It was now Mary's turn. Mary knew she chose wisely. She wanted to feel more pain than her mom had just received. The tawse would accomplish that goal. Now bent over the desk she waited for her first strike. She remembered viewing her mom in this position and felt a moment's embarrassment that her mom was now the one viewing her.

Peter gently placed the tawse on one ass cheek and drew back slightly before gently swiping his sister's ass. It was important to get a feel for the tawse to determine a precise target. He repeated this a few times until he was sure he was ready to strike with more force.

Barbara was mesmerized by the ritual. She had never seen anything like it and wondered what her daughter was feeling in the moment. It gave Barbara a moment's reprieve from the sting from her own punishment.

Peter reached further back and snapped the tawse against his sister's ass with a loud snapping sound. Surprised by the sting, Mary yelped in pain. Several more strikes and the punishment was complete. Mary was sobbing slightly.

"I am going to the den to read. The two of you can do a little aftercare on each other. Then go upstairs, dry your hair properly and come down to serve supper."

Mary was bent over the desk when Peter walked out of the room.

"Does it hurt Mary?" Barbara asked.

Mary was still lifting alternating heals waiting for the pain to subside. "It stings mom!"

Mary cringed as her mom tried to apply ointment.

"Sorry Mary, I am trying to be gentle.'

"It's okay mom."

Naked, but dry the two ladies went about putting together a quick meal when Peter walked in the kitchen.

"You two can stand up at the counter to eat tonight- unless you prefer to sit on your red asses."

"Thank-you Peter." His mother replied. "The counter will be fine."

"I'm really sorry Peter... about disobeying the rules." Mary offered.

"Done and punished." Peter replied.

"Can we talk about that room downstairs?" Mary asked.

"The gym? It is almost done. Then you will be able to use it... required to do so actually. Although I enjoy curvy women like you and mom, there are some things we can work on- naked of course."

"Oh, but actually, I meant the other room." Mary clarified.

Barbara glared at her daughter as if to say: 'Don't push it, Mary.'

"It is essentially another playroom... like the one here on the main floor."

"But this one is about sex." Barbara reasoned.

"Fine lines Mother, there is a fine line between pain and pleasure.

Peter ignored the confused look on his mother's face as he continued:

You and Mary will have the chance to experience the basement in due time. Tonight, I thought we would watch a home movie together. While you two clean up, I'll put together some clips from your weekend...

To be continued.