Trained, Tamed and Taken I: My Mother, My Sister and Me

If you enjoy this blog and have fantasies about kinky families where beautiful women get stripped, spanked, humiliated and fucked, you should definitely try reading my new ebook:

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Having been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember, my ebook draws on my own experiences and fantasies, and I hope at least has an inkling of resemblance to the classic British spanking stories and their common thread of the hypocrisy of 'discipline' - that supposedly upstanding men can use ladies' wanton behaviour to justify subjecting them to the most painful, sexual and humiliating punishments for their own gratification.

As my ebook can't be illustrated, I thought I'd post a few of my favourite pictures that either illustrate what happens in the book to give you more of a flavour, or that actually inspired the kinky goings-on in the Vickers household.

The story is narrated by Lily, a sweet, sensible, pretty 18-year-old...

...who just happens to have a head full of muscled Latin hunks (having lost her virginity to a certain Raoul on holiday)...

 

...and to lust after Ronnie, a childhood friend who is the stepson of her father's business partner, the domineering Mr De Baas.
And Lily finds out just how domineering Mr De Baas can be when he orchestrates the punishment of her adulterous mother and slutty older sister. You see, these two spoiled blonde ladies have been screwing around and screwing up for far too long, and their husband and father has asked his two business associates to step in and take them in hand in a way he can't.

But the poor cuckolded Mr Vickers may have bitten off more than he can chew. He, Lily and Ronnie are made to watch as the beautiful Mrs Vickers and her daughter are 'disciplined'.
The two elegant ladies are stripped (almost) naked, being made to bare their breasts, bottoms and pussies to display their submission to the new regime...

Then they are put across the mens' knees for humiliating bare bottom spankings...

...before being introduced to the ultimate disciplinary instrument... The Cane!

 

As spoiled, modern, mollycoddled ladies, they have never experienced the cane before, or even been spanked (well, the daughter hasn't...) But strong male hands will hold them down and make them take their punishment, until they learn that fucking their husband's friends or getting videotaped in bed with burly rugby players is not acceptable behaviour for a lady!

 

The end results are a sobbing, sorry and very very sore mother and daughter who might be ready to mend their ways...

...if their punishment hadn't made them so damn horny. And if - in true classic spanking story fashion - the hypocritical dominant men hadn't be so turned on by all the spanking and caning that they don't immediately do exactly what they have been punishing the women for...

 

Of course, like any sibling, seeing her mother and older sister get all this 'attention' is going to make Lily want some too, from both the dominant older men and her sexy stepson crush. Her introduction to discipline will be far less humiliating than her mother's and sister's, as she and Ronnie are able to explore the depths of their feelings for each other and their own kinkiest desires...

 

Cuckolding in British spanking mags: Hot Afternoons

Ah builders. Big hunky men who spend time in your house while you're at work...

And as muscular working-class types to a man, their appetites will not go unnoticed by your wife and daughters:

Amanda still didn't know whether to believe what Sarah had told her. Had she made it up? Those sort of things certainly happened but they were difficult to believe when it was someone you knew, someone who was your best friend. It had been the man taking out his thing. Unzipping his jeans and taking it out. His big stiff thing with its big purple-mushroom head, Sarah said. And then telling her to hold it.

Could you believe it? Sarah, seeing the disbelief in Amanda's eyes, had sworn it was true, every word. He had taken it out and made her hold it. This man who was there fixing their fence. He had got Sarah to stroke it. Pump it. He had wanted her to have it in her mouth but Sarah had said no. Because she was prepared to do what he wanted with her hand. Sarah had demonstrated to Amanda a pumping motion with her cupped hand. After quite a short time... the stuff had all shot out.

Amanda got up again. She couldn't concentrate, there was no way she could. All these thoughts in her head. Sarah must have made it up. She went over to the window again. The two men were still there, but not digging now, they were resting.
Leaning on their things, the pickaxe and shovel. The young one with his back half towards the house, that really swoony back with those muscles. Amanda suddenly pictured him coming to the house, with some query like the man at Sarah's house. She would let him in and then in the kitchen... he would do what Sarah's man had done. Unzip those chalk-stained jeans. Show it to her. His big stiff thing. And she would take it in her hand.

Among plenty of spanking and screwing, the story 'Hot Afternoons' features two trench-diggers in a suburban garden discussing the ladies of the house...

'They've all started these days, including these hoity-toity ones in big houses.'

Ron, leaning on his shovel, looked thoughtful.
'Actually,' continued Stan, 'I actually rather fancy her mum. She's got a real nice arse too. And a woman that age can really love it.'
'You'll have to go in and ask her for a drink then,' observed Ron.

Sadly neither of them get a taste of the lady of the house (at least not in this story) but they certainly do with her 18-year-old daughter, after she's been spanked and screwed by her English tutor no less!

She found her knickers and pulled them on. At the window she saw the workmen still out there. Could they ever guess what had happened in the silent house on this hot and sultry afternoon? Was it something that one with the muscles wanted to do?

...

He came to the house the next afternoon. Another one of those hot and sultry afternoons. Ron his name was, she found out. The workman with the back, the shoulders. Those muscles. Only now when she went to the back door in answer to the knock he had his shirt on. His shirt and his jeans that were chalky from digging the trench. Did her eyes dart down to the front of his jeans, after her first startled look of recognition? Thinking of his thing. He had an empty Tizer bottle in his hand.
'Uh... we were wondering... if we could get some water. Please. It's really hot again.'
Ron was conscious of his nervousness and the words didn't come out easily. It had been an effort to come and do this but here he was. And here she was. Well, she might not have been in. Not in her uniform today, she had on a blue-and-white flowery dress. Tight-bodiced with a full skirt, it showed off her ripe young body. He could imagine the soft flesh under there – in just brief little knicks and a lightweight bra probably.
Momentarily stunned by his presence Amanda unconsciously ran her tongue over her full lips, then gave a nervous smile. 'Y... Yes of course. Come in...'
'OK. Thanks.' He felt more confident already. Stepping inside. 'No one else in? What's your name?'
Yes his name was Ron and the other one was Stan. He told her this in the kitchen, filling the bottle at the tap. Amanda feeling surging excitement now. Here he was in the house. Just the two of them. Yesterday Mr Tillot, screwing her. And now today this Ron. Had he really just come for that water?
'I... uh... do you want it for a drink? It is awfully hot, isn't it? Because we've got some beer in the fridge. I think.'
'Beer?' he laughed. 'I don't know about beer. Your mum might come back.'
'No. No she won't. She won't be back for ages.'
Amanda met his eyes. She had told Sarah last night. About Mr Tillot. The whole thing. Sarah wouldn't believe her, not at first, but then she did. And now... this Ron, with the muscles. Amanda had told Sarah about him, just that there was this bloke, one of the workmen, with super muscles.
She imagined pulling his shirt off and running her hands over the muscles. And then... pulling open his jeans... Taking his thing in her hand.
'Well thanks, I'll have one if you'll have one,' Ron said.
Amanda shook her head, with a little giggle. 'I don't really like it. Just a sip perhaps.'
They took the can of beer into the sitting room. Ron looked round. 'Nice... Really nice. Can I sit down in these chalky jeans? And are you going to sit on my lap?'
Amanda said a giggly no, but she did. It was fantastic. More exciting than Mr Tillot. Well almost. Squirming herself on his lap. Thinking of his thing under her bottom. His arm came round her.
'I... I could see you out of the window,' she breathed. 'You've got really big muscles.'

...

The other one wanted to do it as well. After Ron told him. Amanda had made Ron promise not to tell anyone, not his mate Stan or anyone, and he said he wouldn't but of course then he did. He told Stan. He said he didn't tell anyone else, just Stan who was his mate. But then of course Stan wanted to do it to Amanda as well. Stan who was older and with a fat beer belly. Another hot afternoon in the house.

She told Sarah about Ron, that was fantastic. Ron with his fantastic body, all those muscles. But Stan... No not Stan.
Amanda told herself it was just the once with Stan. She certainly wouldn't let him do it a second time. It was something she would forget. But of course Stan told Ron he had done it. And Ron then wanted her to do it some more with Stan... He wanted Amanda to do it with both of them. Because they were mates.

One wonders if Amanda's mother ended up getting shared between the two workmen just like her daughter!

I love the bit about 'hoity-toity' ladies in big houses loving it as much as their working-class brethren, if not more. It's true of course, especially when burly working-class men are involved. And it certainly adds new meaning to the phrases 'well-brought up' and 'well-bred'. Because you perhaps might not expect well-brought up, well-bred, middle-class suburban women to act this way. But in fact, this breed of lady is almost trained to cheat, almost without thinking about it, just as her mother and grandmothers were before her and just as her daughters and granddaughters will be after her. After all, they have all been brought up to expect a life of pleasure and satisfaction behind a veneer of respectability!
Who knows, if things get really hot perhaps hunky young Ron or dirty old Stan will end up taking advantage of both mother and daughter at the same time!

 

Cuckolding in British spanking mags: Mother and Daughter

Kane and Blushes both featured different stories with the extremely enticing name 'Mother and Daughter'.

One of my favorite cuckolding scenarios that appears in British spanking mags is when daughters are packed off to disciplinarians while their mothers have some extramarital fun. It should already be clear that middle class ladies misbehaving is a massive turn on for me, plus there's the unfairness of the poor daughters getting their pert little bottoms spanked, caned and strapped, all so Mummy can satisfy her carnal urges without losing her veneer of suburban respectability.
The Blushes version was rather subtle in its description of the mother's indiscretion:

'As you will know, Fiona, I have had your parents here earlier this afternoon. That is always my practice, when I intend to cane a girl... 'Yes. Charming people. And your mother a very attractive woman.' Mr Branton leant forward slightly. 'I can tell you that they raised no objection... They agreed with me, Fiona, that a girl cannot be allowed to make liaisons with local youths'

...

Mr Branton's mantlepiece clock showing 3.15 when Elizabeth had breathlessly entered his sitting room. A visit she had kept to herself, saying nothing to Derek or indeed to Fiona. A visit to plead with Philip Branton. A woman of maturer years but still stunning. A beautiful blonde come to plead; to throw herself on his mercy for the sake of her daughter.

But Philip Branton, though quite clearly not unresponsive to Elizabeth Mayfield's charms, had remained adamant regarding the caning...
...

She stood, gasping and sobbing. On the pretty legs that didn't seem to want to support her. Mr Branton delivering his post-caning lecture. Observing as he did so that striking contrast between what was below and what was on top. Elizabeth Mayfield, of course, had been just the same in that regard.
In the Rover Elizabeth said, 'It was the caretaker. He found out I was seeing this boy. I wasn't doing a lot but it was strictly against the rules. So... I let him do what he wanted. Cane me. On the bare bottom. Does that excite you?'

'Yes.' Derek's hand pushed back in between her thighs. 'You never told me.'

Elizabeth pursed her lips. She was thinking of the principal of Greentops School again. 'He's so big,' she breathed in the awe-filled voice.
Was Elizabeth Mayfield referring to Mr Branton's general bulk and the thought of his cane whipping down across poor Fiona's bottom? Or something else? That she herself had experienced. On Thursday of last week. Face down in the seat of that armchair.

The Kane version is considerably less subtle:

Remarkably enough, at this very moment as Jill lay over the Headmaster's lap, her mother was looking apprehensively at just such an implement which had caused Jill so much distress. A cane, no less. A cane in the hand of that gentleman who she had been so keen to see prosper in his business, Mr Calvino. The two of them were in Fiona Kendall's bedroom once again, Mr Calvino in slacks and shirt, Fiona in a blouse and below her waist not that new girdle which Jill had seen but this evening a black lace suspender belt attached to her sheer dark nylons. No skirt and  no knickers, so that her ripe haunches were fully and splendidly on view.

Needless to say, Mr Kendall was out for the evening — at his Club. Mr Calvino was in the process of describing to the nervous-looking Fiona the exquisite erotic pleasures to be obtained by submitting to a cane — such as the one he was flexing in his hands.
For matters had progressed somewhat between Mrs Kendall and the thrusting young manager of Beautybase. She had now on two occasions had full sexual intercourse with Mr Calvino, the first time being on his very next visit following the one observed by Jill. A fitting session in Fiona Kendall's bedroom as before and Jill's mother again stripped down to blouse and girdle and nylons. And again required to bend face-down over her bed so that Mr Calvino could check that the girdle had the correct 'give'. Only this time it had not been his hand which he slipped in between Fiona's parted thighs.

Fiona had gasped but not struggled to any great extent, and he had slid up into her with an ease which could imply that she had been ready and willing for this to happen. Though this she later denied both to Mr Calvino and herself, putting on the front of a shocked and innocent wife when Mr Calvino eventually finished performing. She had had, though, a full, almost mind-blowing orgasm such as she had never had with her husband.
In any event Mr Calvino was back for a further fitting the next afternoon during the course of which the same thing — sexual intercourse — again took place. And this evening, as daughter Jill argued in vain with her headmaster regarding Major Barker's use of the cane on her, Mr Calvino was back to, this time, use a cane on Fiona Kendall. Because as it happened, full and complete enjoyment of sexual pleasure with a woman for Mr Calvino involved a preliminary use of that same instrument which Jill Kendall had been complaining so bitterly about.
It was to this end, so that Fiona Kendall's magnificent bottom could be fully exposed for the cane, that he had brought, not the girdle, but the black lace suspender belt which, with very little else, Fiona was now wearing.
She was not at all happy with this new development. She had never been caned before and it was a decidedly alarming thought. It would obviously hurt! Mr Calvino said perhaps a little, but the caning of her bottom would undoubtedly arouse her sexual parts to a more exquisite enjoyment of the sexual act... As always with Mr Calvino she had no will to resist.
Fiona's face was down in her bed cover. My God! she thought, What am I doing! there was a pause and then a CRACK!.. as the cane whipped down on her succulent rear.

Fiona let out an anguished involuntary yelp: the succulent rear writhed. The stinging pain was excruciating...
But he gave her six. Wasn't that an old English custom: six of the best? (As it happened it was what daughter Jill had got from Major Barker.) And then Mr Calvino abandoned the cane and proceded to partake of the sexual part of his pleasure. Mrs Kendall, under him, responded with a desperate pleasure of her own.

So matters settled down into something of a routine... 

And Jill's mother? Her somewhat larger rump was getting the same treatment as her daughter's but rather more frequently: at least twice a week. It continued to hurt, to sting like mad, but for Fiona what came afterwards was more than adequate compensation. Because Mr Calvino was a very vigorous young man in that respect. And maybe he was right, the cane did seem to increase that subsequent sexual pleasure.

There was perhaps one bright spot for Jill. Her mother wrote to say that she thought after all Jill was right and she could forget about the girdle. Well, Mr Calvino was such a vigorous young man and Mrs Kendall would just hate to think of him casting his eyes over Jill's ripe young form. And just possibly getting ideas in that direction.

I think 'a full, almost mind-blowing orgasm such as she had never had with her husband' could almost be a slogan that encourages wives to cheat!