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

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

... contrast to the harsh lesson delivered just moments earlier. The welts responded under MJ's soft caress, their raised texture a testament to both discipline and care.

“Now you feel,” said MJ softly yet commandingly as she motioned for Bella to extend her hand. "Discipline isn't about cruelty—it's about shaping and guiding.”

Bella’s hand trembled slightly as she mirrored her mother’s movements—her fingertips brushing uncertainly against Taylor's marked skin. The texture was both rough from the spanking yet smooth under the warmth of recovery beginning even now as body worked heal itself now that the assault was over.

MJ's hands firmly rested on Taylor’s waist, exerting control over his vulnerable form. She turned him to the side, exposing his vulnerable profile for both her and Bella to see. His tender bottom and throbbing erection were now in full view—an undeniable display of arousal and submission.

With her eyes fixed on Taylor's strained state, MJ could not resist the temptation to assert her control further. She wanted to remind him of his place under her authority—a reminder that pleasure was not his to seek in this moment of discipline.

Without hesitation, MJ extended her finger and brought it down with force upon the sensitive head of Taylor's penis. The tap landed with precision, delivering a slight sting that resonated through every nerve ending in his body.

As her finger made contact, a single drop of pre-cum escaped from Taylor's throbbing ...

... tip, glistening in the dim light as it fell to the floor below. The release was involuntary—a physical manifestation of his arousal and submission to Aunt MJ's dominant touch.

A sharp gasp escaped Taylor's lips as pain mingled with an unexpected surge of pleasure. It was a jolt that served its purpose—to remind him that even amidst arousal, he remained subservient to Aunt MJ's desires.

“Seems you're still finding some enjoyment in this,” MJ remarked dryly, her voice dripping with a mix of reprimand and curiosity. Her words lingered in the air like a whip cracking against the backdrop of the room. "Maybe my message hasn't quite sunk in as deeply as it needed to.”

Bella's pulse quickened as she watched her mother's deliberate touch on Taylor's penis, a silent gasp escaping her lips. The moment felt surreal, charged with an intensity that Bella couldn't quite name. It was discipline intermingled with sexuality—an uncharted territory that both frightened and fascinated her. She remained rigidly still, not trusting herself to move or speak for fear of revealing too much about the confusion bubbling up inside her.

“Alright, Bella,” MJ said with a firm tone, “it's time for you to head out and start the day's chores. We need that corn picked before evening.”

Bella nodded, her gaze flickering between Taylor's punished flesh and her mother’s authoritative figure before she turned and left them alone. Closing the door softly behind her, Bella took a deep breath to compose ...