Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries

Morning arrived with the crow of a rooster, its call like a herald for duties awaiting. Emerging from beneath quilted covers, Taylor dressed slowly, the ache from yesterday's spanking flaring as he moved. He made his way downstairs, following the enticing aroma of breakfast being cooked.

As Taylor descended into the kitchen, he spotted Aunt MJ standing at the stove, skillfully flipping pancakes. Warmth painted across her features, contrasting sharply with the image of stern disciplinarian that was still vivid in his mind. Yet, it wasn't long before that warmth seemed to evaporate into something else—a cool suspicion that lingered in the air.

A sharp exclamation drew his eyes to where MJ had knelt to retrieve something near her foot, a distinct shine amid the lazy dust-motes hanging in the morning beams. It was unmistakably a piece of broken plate

“Taylor?” MJ held up the shard between them, her gaze shifting from it to him, seeking answers unspoken.

He faltered briefly under her scrutinizing stare before trying to compose a lie. His face became a smoothed surface, hiding the panic that churned underneath. “No idea how that got there,” he said too quickly, his voice betraying nervousness with a telltale hitch.

Bella leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee with an eyebrow arched mockingly. “Really? That's your story? Convincing,” she said with heavy sarcasm lacing her words.

MJ sighed deeply, her exhale laden with disappointment. "I know when I'm ...

... being lied to," she stated. Taylor's face paled, realizing the consequences of his lie would be far worse than the broken plate itself.

He pushed around a sausage link with his fork in lieu of a response, desperately buying time but finding no escape from her unwavering stare. Bella watched in silence, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, tightening the knot of tension in the room.

"Fine then," MJ declared, her voice a mix of disappointment and determination. She was a mother whose love was intertwined with life lessons, she had no qualms about teaching those lessons firmly. "We'll deal with this after you've finished eating."

The meal passed in heavy silence, broken only by the clink of cutlery, and swallowing of food, forced down under duress of his pending discipline.

Once breakfast was finished and the plates were cleared, MJ wasted no time ushering both Taylor and Bella upstairs. Taylor followed with sullen resignation, feet leaden, each step ascended staircase felt like march towards judgement day.

In MJ's room, Taylor's gaze was drawn to the spot where he had been bent over and reddened the day before. His heart sank as he watched MJ place a straight-back chair in front of her bed, its presence looming like an ominous spotlight awaiting his reluctant performance.

"Take your pants off," she commanded without preamble as she settled into the chair. It served as her throne of judgment, where verdicts and punishments were delivered swiftly, surely, and ...