The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... cheek. Rachel let out a little squeal that sounded to Gary, only partially one of pain. ‘Mr. Fowler?’ Samantha urged.

Gary had a few misgivings about smacking this girl, wayward as she was. But, the more that little round bottom exuded it’s warmth and the more her mother persuaded, the more he began to feel a sexual thrill from this non-passive situation. He slowly rubbed his fingertips over the light downy hairs at the base of Rachel’s spine, lifted his large calloused hand and landed it hard on the left side of the rump with a solid smack. Rachel responded with a little scream of half pain and half pleasure.

‘Now, Rachel, Mr. Fowler is trying to help. What do you say?’

Rachel thought for a moment, unwilling to obey her mother’s instruction . Another loud smack settled her mind. ‘Thank you Mr. Fowler.’

‘That is better young lady.’ admonished Samantha. ‘Do you think that is enough?’

‘’Yes Mummy, that’s enough.’ Smack! ‘No sweetie, you haven’t learned yet. Gary took his queue from Samantha and landed a loud crack on Rachel’s fleshy bottom, it began to alter colour from a pale white, to a soft blush. He again landed a blow on the same spot.

‘Carry on Gary, I want my daughter to feel the results of her bad behaviour.’ His erection grew as Rachel spilled her pain into the air of the hallway, the lush stair carpet dampening the sound. Samantha began to manipulate the many hooks on the back of Rachel’s school bra through her blouse. ‘Rachel darling, remember ...

... what I said about different types of man?’ ‘What, eek! What Mummy?’

‘’That, darling, that some men are soft and gentle, and some men are hard and unkind.’’

‘Yes Mummy. Oooch!’

‘And that it is our responsibility to understand that and behave appropriately.’ Her mother continued. ‘And why, why do we do this?’

‘So that, Argh!’ Rachel arched her back as her undergarment relaxed and her breasts loosened in their blouse. ‘We can get what we want?’

‘Yes baby, so that we can get what we want ' Mrs. Barton began to gently cup the dangling breasts of her young daughter. ‘Oh, I always knew you would be special my love. You are going to drive men mad. The country is full of stupid, rich and powerful men. Idiot men like your uncle, how he sits in parliament is a total mystery '

Had Gary heard of Miss Haversham, he would have understood his current position a little better. But he did understand one thing, he was still engaging in Rachel’s tuition and for this reason began to feel less distressed about his actions. There was something about orderly structure that allowed him to reconcile his undoubted violence.

Rachel’s punishment continued and the effects of her voice, which, from the fearful shrieks of the first blows, had began to merge into the sounds expected from hard sexual intercourse as Samantha massaged the breasts of her supine issue.

Samantha posed her another question. ‘Are you going to apologize to Mr. Truman for making his cock hard when you go back to ...