A Father's Replacement Chapter 12

A Father's Replacement Chapter 12
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

Chapter 12

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Donna and Shelly sat next to each other, the children, save for Jon, sitting opposite.

"He's ready for you now Ma'am."

The room as one turned at the sound of Terri the Housekeeper's voice.

"Good, well then shall we adjourn to the cellar, no point in keeping young Jon waiting is there" Donna replied brightly.

As Donna left with her two sons following, Mary turned to her mother, "Mum why are you allowing this, why can't we go home?" a pleading tone obvious in her voice.

"Listen to me girls" Shelly turned bending down she put an arm around both girls, "You must trust me. Whatever happens just do what your told, if you don't then our family may be no more."

The two girls looked shocked, but nodding numbly both girls agreed, anxious that their family should not split.

"Good girls I knew I could rely on you." Jon moaned his shoulders felt as if they were separating. He hung suspended by his wrists from a chain attached to the ceiling of the cellar.

A shiver from the cool air caused him to begin to slowly spin, if anything increasing the pain in his shoulders. Struggling he managed, just, to use the very tips of his toes to graze the concrete floor and ease slightly the pressure on his arms.

"Comfortable?"
Jon back to the door started in surprise at the voice. Although he could not see the speaker he knew the voice, and his blood turned cold.

Donna spun the boy cruelly around sending pangs of agony through the boys arms and shoulders. Only stopping her fun when the others trooped in and stood watching the naked boy suspended from the ceiling. Jon tries scanning the faces of his mother and sister but could see no clues, their faces blank and expressionless. The faces of the others told a more worrying tale. Brad and Jamie's looked tense and wary, while the face of Donna looked exultant.

Donna gently lifted Jon's chin with a finger and smiled.

"Now Jon you have been here some time and have settled in. But now it is time for your punishment"

"But what about when you had Brad..." he trailed off not willing to admit to his rape in front of his family.

"That was not punishment silly. After all you looked like you were enjoying it to me" Donna teased knowing full well that Jon had not enjoyed one second of it.

"No today it is time to punish you. And how do we punish naughty little boys?" This last question was addressed to Sarah and Mary as Donna left Jon seething in a pool of his own sense of injustice.

Mary shrugged but Sarah immediately piped up "Daddy would give us a spanking."

Donna smiled while Mary and her mother closed their eyes knowing that whatever happened it would not be a few slaps on the bottom that constituted a punishment in their home.

"That's right. So Jon here will get a little spanking. But Sarah if Mary was to misbehave would it be fair to spank you?"

"NO!!!" Sarah indignantly replied.

"That's right, the person who does the crime should be the one punished. Well the same should be true for the body."

Sarah looked confused while Brad and Jamie shared a look of pity, knowing where this was going for Jon.

"What that means Sarah is that it was not Jon's botty that was naughty it was this" without turning to look Donna's hand swept an accurate and painful slap against Jon's exposed and defenceless penis and balls, causing a loud 'craccck' to echo through the cellar followed by a yelp of pain from Jon.

The eyes of all watched as Donna strolled over to the wall and unhooked what looked like a small metal pole. With a flick of her hand she extended the rod until it was about 2 foot long and caressed it lovingly.

"This is a metal extendable switch. I picked it up from the internet for a $100. Expensive but so effective, so very effective she stoked its length in an almost obscene caress. You see a good cane or a whip can break or wear out, but this will last forever and the blood is just so easy to wipe off of it."

With a flick of her wrist she whipped Jon against his belly with a moderate slash of the switch. Jon shook in pain and began to spin uncontrollably as he twisted in pain.

"See" Donna pointed to the red weal that now lined Jon's belly, "A metal switch like this will last forever. I can whip a child for as long as I require without fear of breaking anything. Well breaking the switch at least, a boy's skin is bound to break after a few of these."

She followed up her word with another blow this one aimed at Jon's chest, the tip of the weapon missing his right nipple by barely an inch.

"Damn missed, well better luck next time".

Jon could not believe how much the switch hurt, the two lines felt as if they were lines of fire scoring into his skin. "I don't care you, you ... witch hit me as much as you like, you didn't hurt me".

Jon was surprised when instead of hitting him Donna merely laughed; if Jon had been able to pay more attention he would have seen Brad and Jamie gaping in surprise.

"Silly boy you are such a bad liar" Donna's fingernail trailed along a weal before playfully tweaking a nipple causing the boy to squirm.

"Fortunately for you I will not be the one punishing you; After all you did not force yourself on me, so it is only fair that your mother punishes you." Shelly slowly walked over to her son reluctantly taking the switch from her hand and stood to face her son.

She mouthed the words 'I'm so sorry' as she looked at the shocked pleading face of her son. She raised the switch and struck down just clipping his small penis, barely causing it to flick to one side.

"Harder than that Dear, just as we discussed".

Shelly turned and saw Donna standing behind Mary an arm casually draped over the teenagers shoulder, flicking her eyes towards the girl in a warning to her mother.

Shelly knew that she had no choice, Donna had made it clear that Jon was to be beaten, and if Shelly did not play her part then her other children would suffer.

Turning back to her son she silently asked for his forgiveness and swiped in another blow.

This one was much harder. Fortunately for Jon it glanced off his thigh and only grazed his balls. The pain though was excruciating as his testicles bounced wildly from the blow.

Jon screamed shrilly and bucked violently jerking in the air, his legs kicking as pain erupted through his groin.

Waiting until her son stopped moving Shelly whipped the switch across this time catching the small penis along the crown.

An ear piercing scream issued throughout the room as Jon jerked as if a million volts had coursed through him.

Shelly steeled her heart knowing that she should try to get this over as quickly as Donna would allow. She whipped in two quick blows one fore hand and one back knocking her sons' now tenderised penis back and forth.

"Halt." Donna commanded and strolled forward. She closely examined the boys groin impressed at the state of his penis after only 4 blows. The length of the penis was red and swelling before her eyes, clearly bruises would be covering them for many days to come without doubt she decided. Hmmm the testicles need some more attention though she conceded; they were untouched apart from a small graze.

"Well Shelly I think 6 more should be enough. 3 to each of Jon's testicles and we can call it a night." Donna advised lifting up the boys bruising penis and pointing towards the two offending items. Jon on hearing this kicked out desperately and would have connected squarely with Donna's head had she not, expecting such a move, quickly moved away. Bunching her hand into a fist she swung it in a powerful uppercut connecting squarely with Jon's dangling balls pushing them up and painfully into his pubic bone.

Jon grunted his breath failing and swung powerless as a small amount of vomit filling his mouth as his body heaved in pain from the blow.

Catching her breath Donna took Jon by the hair and pulled his head up slapping the boy's now snot covered face powerfully once and then twice across each cheek.

"You two girls come here and take hold of your brother's legs. He might hurt himself if he is not restrained for his final cuts" Donna commanded the two girls rubbing her reddened knuckles where the power of her punch had marked them.

Sarah moved forward, almost eagerly to grasp one leg of her brother, while simultaneously keeping her distance from Donna. Mary however stood still, her face white at the sight she had just seen. Donna made to strike the girl but paused and saw a damp patch spread out around the girls' crotch where she had wet herself in fear. Careful not to overplay her hand she relented and ignored the girl, after all she considered there is plenty of time for me to have my fun with that little prissy slut.

"Brad, you help instead".

Soon Jon swung helpless his arms chained to the ceiling, each leg now pulled wide apart by the two helpful children.

Donna using two fingers pulled Jon's swollen shaft up and away opening up Jon's two defenceless balls to his mother's switch. "Silly boy, I would have stopped at 6, but behaviour like that won't be tolerated in this house. So perhaps I will make your mother give you 60, or 600 or perhaps 6000 who knows it depends on how I feel." Donna laughed and ordered Shelly to proceed.

Shelly stood numbly for a moment. She could not understand how her life had come to this. She was about to whip her 11 year olds sons testicles to a bloody pulp. Her eldest daughter stood sobbing in a pool of her own urine off to one side. Her youngest daughter and demonic look in her cherubic face assisting in the torture of her beloved brother.

It was her fault, yet to save her family she would need to hurt her son. She had no choice but to continue, too much had happened and now there was nothing but hope to save her and her family.

Blankly she lifted the metal switch and flailed it viciously into her son's right testicle, the sack and precious jewel within in compressing before jerking up and into her sons thigh from the force of the blow. Without conscious thought she steadied her arm and swung again, and again, and again ignoring the laughter of Donna and the screams of her son.