House Rules Ch. 01

This short story contains / will contain the following kinks: forced, punishment, family -- please make sure these suit you before diving into it :)

I had just turned eighteen and was living a fairly ordinary life. We formed a relatively happy family, I had plenty of friends at school, and I was standing before the decision of which university to attend. But then..., when a sudden illness took my mother, the world as I had known it began dying with with her.

My father was incredibly devastated by her death. At first he started drowning his grief in alcohol and spent most of the day so out of it that he could barely stand on his feet, or he just cried and pitied himself. I hated it and prayed every day that he would stop, but I had understanding for it. I myself fell into ugly thoughts and practically stopped hanging out with friends. That's why I was quite glad when he ran into that new friend and began taking an interest in some private church. Religion had never been particularly interesting to me, but I couldn't argue with the results. From the time he started attending their seminars he slowly stopped drinking, stopped pitying himself, and finally managed to go to work and take care of mother's grave. He travelled to the seminars very often, but at home he didn't talk much about the church...

I had high hopes from it... even if it was nonsense, the faith gave him a new meaning of life and I looked forward to brighter tomorrows. That is probably also why I didn't protest much when, after a few months, he first suggested that we move to a smaller village where this "church" had its community has it's base. Why not? I could commute to school from there, and since they even offered us free housing -- two rooms in a nice shared house -- after selling our house we would have plenty of money left over and I was promised everything my eyes could desire.

Besides, lots of families and girls my age live there, with whom I'll get along, right?

Already upon arrival it should have dawned on me that something wasn't right here. My room was indeed very nice and spacious... I even had a double bed to myself, but there were many rules in the house and many particulary strange rules for the fairer sex. Women here were at first glance in a quite subordinate position -- at the table the men ate first and only when they finished, could the women eat. Women had to obey their "wise" men, and so on and so on... With every further day I learned more rules I had to follow. The men, moreover, often walked around only in their underwear.

I tried, at first, to point this out to father, but the longer we were there and the more he grew closer to the other men, the faster he brushed my complaints aside and the more he distanced himself from me. It was unbearable... It made me incredibly angry, just the sight of how obedient the other women were. But I was not going to let myself be ordered around by old farts; it was only a matter of time before I exploded in rage. And so it happened, not even 14 days after we moved in, when we had just cooked dinner and were waiting for the lords and masters to be sated, one of them started criticising the food and didn't hesitate to insult his own wife.

When I watched how that poor thing listened with a forced smile, I simply exploded. I answered his shouting with my own, basically telling him to shut his mouth, that he could cook for himself if he wasn't a useless retard... The moment I heroically finished saying it, the mood in the room thickened so much you could cut it with a knife. The girls and my dad stared at me in stunned and worried silence and the rest of the men had anger in their eyes. I preferred not to wait for the aggressive lecture, turned on my heel and left for my room. In the room I lay down on the bed and for a few minutes felt like a heroine, although my heart was pounding like mad and every moment I expected the door to be kicked in and the hour-long lecture about behaviour to start.

The door was indeed kicked open, but instead of my father, as I had expected, there stood that idiot I had yelled at. In his hand he had a small leather bag, he was wearing only boxers, and on his face was a murderous look. He closed and locked the door behind him and only when he turned back to me did he speak for the first time. "Are you satisfied with yourself? What you pulled today... you're endangering the morals of the whole family!" He shouted at me so that I trembled a little. "You have only yourself to blame, the first offence we usually forgive... but such behaviour from a new member calls for an exemplary punishment," he said strictly and stepped closer to me.

I immediately stood up from the bed and, still full of rage, tried to defend myself. "Leave me alone!" I shouted back at him, but immediately a slap flew at me that made my head spin. He firmly grabbed me by the hips, turned me with my back to him and shoved me onto the bed. He immediately caught my hands and fastened them behind my back with some tightening strap from the bag. Rage was still boiling in me, but fear and helplessness were slowly replacing it. I tried to kick and scream, but it was useless.

He pulled down my shorts together with my white panties over my kicking legs and there i was before him, only in a T-shirt. He sat down on the bed and pulled me across his knees. He held me firmly bent over and the first slap landed on my protruding bottom. I whimpered and kicked my legs, but immediately the second one flew onto the other cheek. One blow followed another and I tried to call for father's help, until my white panties, which he shoved into my mouth, silenced me. His rising erection was poking into my belly and my ass was sorer every second. By the time he finished my bottom was coloured red and my rage and screaming had already been almost completely replaced by fear and crying.

"The punishment is over," he said while stroking my sore ass. "Now it's time for my compensation... on your knees," he said firmly and took the panties out of my mouth. For a moment I just looked at him tearfully, but when he gave me a threatening look I decided to slide off his knees and kneel. When he pulled down his boxers, from which his erect cock sprang out, my heart started pounding even more and with tears in my eyes I only glanced at the locked door.

Before I managed to turn around he grabbed me by the hair and forced my little head toward his cock; I squealed in fright and that gave him the perfect opportunity to shove it into my open mouth. He started thrusting my head onto his cock and I just held my mouth open. He didn't like that much. "Suck, you slut, or I'll show you a real punishment!" he shouted at me and so I started sucking inexperiencedly. I wasn't very good at it, I was drooling around my mouth and mildly choking from the rapid thrusting. Fortunately he didn't last long and after a while he thrust it deep into my little snout and started cumming. I couldn't pull away so I began swallowing the nastiness. I breathed a sigh of relief that I would finally have it out of my mouth, but he still held me on his cock.

"Will you be an obedient girl?" he asked, whereupon I rather didn't talk back and with the cock still in my mouth I nodded. Then he pulled on my nipple through the T-Shirt and yelled at me "In a full sentence!". I just looked at him with that tear-stained face and obeyed.

"I will be an obedient girl," I repeated mumbling over the cock and he finally pushed me off it.

He didn't even get dressed, he just took my and his clothes and started leaving. "I'll keep these as a souvenir... you'll walk naked around the house, until the bruises disappear, so the girls can see what happens in this house to insolent sluts. Start behaving, next time it will be much worse."

This is the end of today's chapter, i hope you enjoyed it and as always, i welcome any ideas and reviews