The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... protested at Gary’s firm grasp. ‘No! Please Mr. Fowler!’

Samantha used his first name in front of her daughter for the first time as she bound her wrists behind her. ‘Gary, I think you should tell my daughter exactly what you think she Is.’

Gary was unprepared for this request and although his hard on raged, he wasn’t quite at the stage of abandon that necessitated bad language. ‘You’ve been a naughty girl, Rachel?’ He offered.

‘Yes, ' Samantha added. ‘A naughty girl. ‘I think we should see what it was that made Mrs. Simmons so angry, Hmm?’

Mrs. Barton dragged her now docile daughter from the kitchen into the hallway, placed her left foot onto the second step of the stairs and looked at her legs, which flowed away from her skirt, and then lifted the hemline of her dress slowly. Gary was more interested in the attitude she took with regard to her chest. Rachel arched her back, and thrust her chest forward, her eyes looked back toward her mother like a frightened doe. ‘This is going to hurt Mummy, far more than it’s going to hurt you, darling’ Samantha said sternly. She lifted the hemline, exposing Rachel’s round bare buttocks. Her pronounced position also exposed the puffy, reddening folds of her outer vagina, which glistening under the lamps of the hall.

‘Mummy, I promise to be good. Please don’t hurt me.’ Rachel gulped and rocked back and forth, preparing herself. ‘Don’t hurt me…too much.’ She added.

‘It won’t be me darling. Mr. Fowler has agreed to ...

... administer this correction.’ Gary was again jolted out of his inner thoughts. Rachel was posed in a highly provocative manner, her legs were separated such that they seemed welcoming and her large breasts, though held by her substantial school bra, hung down in an aesthetically pleasing droop. Samantha moved her position to sit on the stairs and motioned her daughter to move directly in front of her. Her bound wrists began trying to prevent access to her vulnerable, fleshy rump ‘Now, darling. I want you to tell me how much you are sorry, huh baby? Proceed please Mr. Fowler.’

Gary had often given slaps to young girls, however these were usually delivered in the heat of passion. This was something quite new and he was uncertain of his own ability to be so cold-hearted. Faced with a bare bottom and a wriggling girl, he held the flat of his hand an inch away from her bare skin. Rachel could feel the warmth of it and bit her bottom lip. ‘I’m sorry Mummy.’ The young girl bleated.

‘That’s what we are going to find out honey.’ Replied her mother. Gary’s palm descended with a small tap on the upper part of Rachel’s rear end. ‘Again please Gary. I want her to feel it this time.’ Again he slapped, with a barely audible tap.

‘I don’t think we need to tickle the girl Mr. Fowler, let me give you a guide.’ Samantha raised her arm over the elongated torso of Rachel, stretched her hand, let it pause for a dramatic effect and brought it down with force on the top of her daughter’s right bum ...