A Father's Replacement Chapter 4

A Father's Replacement Chapter 4
By Lee Davey
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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.
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Chapter 4

Jon bounced up and down banging his head painfully once more against the roof of the truck as the vehicle finally pulled to a juddering stop. He had been manhandled into the trunk by Donna and her two sons with little concern for his well-being; the last scene he saw before the darkness engulfed him was the grinning face of Donna and the shamefaced looks on the two boys as the darkness took him.

By the length of time he had been jostled in the trunk he guessed that he had been taken to Donna's home, a guess that was proven correct when the trunk was opened and he was dragged to his feet on the long driveway leading to Donna's home.

Looking around Jon could see that the driveway meandered through the middle a large secluded lawn, the evening sun now dipping behind the row of tall trees arranged around the garden. The house they had pulled up in front of was a large well-built home fronted by clean white stone, a most impressive house as befitted the officer in charge of the nearby army base.

Jon had last been to the house just a month ago when Colonel Stopford, Donna's husband, had returned for a short time from his tour of duty. Donna had taken the opportunity to hold a small event with the local army wives to which his mother had been invited, However Jon conceded when he had attended at that time he had been fully dressed in his Sunday finest, whereas today he found himself being rudely shoved up the gravel path completely naked, the loose gravel of the drive digging painfully into the soles of his feet.

Stumbling on the gravel he fell forward his hands and knees crushing into the unforgiving gravel a cry issuing from his lips at the pain. A moment later Jon fell further forward aided by a hefty blow to his exposed backside.

"Oooofffff" Jon fell forward his bony chest joining his skinned knees and palms in a chorus of pain. Jon looked back at Donna, who had kicked him hard in the backside causing his second fall, in hurt accusation. "Get up boy before I really lose my temper and do something we will both regret" Donna laughed bending down. Aiding the boy to stand by hooking two fingers into the Jon's' nostrils and heaving the boy up, who struggled to his feet in order to prevent his nose from being ripped off. Pulling her fingers loose she wiped them clean on the boys' cheek, laughing at the trailing snot that she left dribbling down Jon's face. Still laughing she caught Jon by the arm pulling him after her towards the side of the house where the entrance to the kitchen lay. Jon looked around the kitchen absently rubbing his arm where Donna's hand had gripped him so tightly it had left a red mark. The kitchen was dominated by a large pine kitchen table at which Donna had seated herself picking up a sheaf of writing paper that lay there. "Stand over there" Donna ordered pointing to the other end of the table. Conscious of his nudity and the fact that two older boys stood close at hand Jon did as he was bid, believing that now was perhaps not the best time to consider disobedience.

"And move those things out of the way; stand straight to attention, arms to your side". Jon complied his hands moving away from covering his small genitals where they had reflexively gone as if to protect him as he stood in front of this dangerous woman. "Now Jon" Donna continued when she was finally satisfied with the boys posture, "You are staying with me because you obviously cannot control your vile boy urges. A lack of control that caused you to do...unsavoury things with your mother, acts which frankly should be unthinkable for a child your age. In discussion with your mother it has been agreed that I will train you in self-control. Should you manage to learn self-control then it may be possible for you to return to your family. If you cannot" a sick smile crossed Donna's face, "then control will be forced upon you. Show them what I mean Bradley."
The 16 year old boy looked like he was going to risk but only for a moment, the look on his mother's face indicating that any reluctance would be unwise. Bradley stepped into the middle of the room and pulled his t-shirt off revealing a well-muscled body, with a sulky look that Bradley only managed to half hide he lowered his pants and stepped out of them and then slowly walked over to stand next to his mother.

Jon noted two things immediately. The first was that the teenager was not wearing any underwear. The second was that the boys' large penis was encased in a plastic tube. A tube that completely covered the boys' penis forcing it to bend down a metal tie hooked the device around the large painfully swollen testicles of the boy. "That is a chastity belt Jon. It is designed to prevent your disgusting boy parts from becoming erect and thus being used as a method of self-abuse or as a weapon against the female sex. My first thought had been simply to cut you disgusting pee pee off solving the problem for good, fortunately for you boy your mother insisted that we call that plan 'B'. After that I had thought to fit you with a belt but I fear that would be too late. Bradley has worn one since I caught him playing with himself when he was 11, but that was before he could even conceive of molesting a woman like you did. Even if Bradley is no threat to innocent girls onanism is a sin and quite unacceptable, therefore Bradley was fitted with this wonderful device, and I as his loving mother ensure that his mind is not affected by abnormal sexual urges and that his prostate is milked weekly to ensure his pipes are cleaned out.

Jon was unsure what onanism meant but thought he could guess, a wave of sympathy for the 16 year old boy came to Jon, as he thought of going through puberty excluded from the one activity that most preoccupied all boys of that age.

Donna ignored Jon spending her time casually fondling her sons' muscular buttocks, a finger gently caressing the outside of the chastity belt. Such an action had the effect of hardening Bradley's penis, as Donna intended, until he groaned in pain as the belt constricted his penis and prevented his erection.

"I had planned to fit you with one of Bradleys' or Jamie's' old belts to control yourself." Donna continued. Jon looked over to where Jamie stood seeing a blush spread across the boy's cheek confirming to Jon that Jamie also wore such a device.

"However you need to take responsibility for your urges child, and the fear is that a pervert like you may somehow find a way out of any chastity belt and force himself on some innocent young girl. No in your case I believe the opposite tack may be more appropriate. Yes I believe it would be instructive for you to be forced into unwanted sexual activities several times a day until you learn just how painful unwanted sexual attention can be. Then you may have some empathy for your poor mother and what she suffered at your hand."

Donna was panting now her hand having strayed down to her eldest son's testicles, fondling them with increasing firmness, ignoring the boys squirming discomfit.

"But I forget myself" Donna released her son who gave an audible gasp of relief, "First things first I must explain the rules of your stay in this house, and" a smile broke out on her face, "the results of not obeying them Jon darling."

Jon shuffled his feet as he watched Donna take a pair of spectacles from a pocket and placing them upon her nose began to read.

"Obey these little rules Jon and your time here will go much easier, understand? You must show the utmost respect to all other residents and guests of this house. You are to remain naked at all times, unless I have given permission otherwise. You are not to speak to me unless in response to a direct question. You are never to have an erection in front of a woman unless ordered to do so. When ordered to obtain an erection you must do so within 30 seconds and maintain that erection until told. You are only allowed to orgasm when permitted to do so by me or another adult. When ordered to do so you must reach orgasm within 10 seconds." Donna pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked at Jamie who had raised his hand. "Yes what is it son, can't you see I am busy?" she asked tetchily as her rising excitement at the thoughts of what she would inflict on the boy suddenly interrupted. "Why does he get to have erections and orgasms and such? It's not fair I have never, ever been allowed, not once. And it wasn't even me it was Brad who was playing with himself not me" Jamie pouted his anger and frustration overcoming his common sense in speaking so to his mother. Donna's face clouded in fury at her son's insubordination. "How dare you Jamie. Just because Jon is here do not think that you will be permitted to talk so to me. Now go to the basement and fetch the punishment whip, the heavy punishment whip. I will deal with you after I have finished with Jon" Donna thundered.

Jamie burst into tears and ran from the room as Donna shouted at him. Jon watched in astonished fear at the sight. Like most boys his age he knew spankings were still common, after all he had had a few, but the sound of 'heavy punishment whip' suggested something more than a few spanks on the botty.

Donna controlled herself with a visible effort before sitting down and once more picking up the list of special rules she had prepared for Jon's benefit.

"Now where was I...Oh yes here we go.

You are never to refuse me or any other adult in this house, or any one authorised by such an adult access to any part of your body at anytime, anywhere. Permission to go to toilet, wash, eat or undertake any bodily function must be asked for, and you will be closely monitored at all such activities, to ensure no hanky panky. You will apply yourself to the variety of physical exercises that I have prepared for you. As hopefully you will be so tired that you lustful urges will be more easily controlled. So Jon if you follow these few simple rules then your stay here will be as painful as could reasonably be expected. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am" Jon replied understanding the rules quite well, the difficulty he was having was believing them. Fortunately for Jon he was interrupted by the return of the still crying Jamie before he could query the woman's mad rules.

"That's good timing Jamie. We can now demonstrate what happens to little boys who forget their manners or in your case Jon" she nodded to Jon who did not see as his attention was firmly focused on what Jamie was holding, "on little boys who break the rules."

Jon watched as Jamie walked over to the table dropping the bulky object he carried onto the table with a thunk. Obviously well practiced in what awaited him Jamie immediately stripped naked. The clear chastity cage he wore around his penis identical to his older brothers just quite a bit smaller. Jamie then laid face down on the table his encased penis just dangling off the end, legs wide apart. Donna watched until her son was in position before standing and picking up the object that Jamie had dropped. Without turning she ordered Bradley to ready the cleansing solution, who upon hearing this walked quickly towards a large fridge freezer that sat purring away quietly in a corner of the kitchen.

For a moment Donna ran her fingers through the object feeling tingles ripple through her already damp pussy. She was she knew a sadist and obtained much pleasure from inflicting pain, particularly upon her sons. Unfortunately her husband had restrained her from going too far with their children, forbidding some of the more extreme punishments that she spent many hours inventing. It was for this reason that Donna had nearly leapt in joy when Shelly foolishly confided her mistake to her. Donna knew that she could have used the indiscretion to make punish Shelly severely. However she soon went a step further and knowing the weakness of Shelly and used it as an opportunity to give her access to Jon's defenceless body. In truth she preferred torturing children, their innocence being so much higher, and their tolerance of pain so much lower. Having two boys herself she would have preferred to enjoy herself with sweet little Sarah's body, or even Mary's. However she would settle for Jon, perhaps she purred to herself there will be the opportunity to get my hands on the girls as well.

Shaking herself back to the present she walked to where Jon stood and dangled the ominous looking martinet before his eyes.

"This Jon is a martinet. Have you heard of them? No. Well they are rare outside of France. It is a small heavy whip with 10 strips of leather designed specifically to punish small naughty boys who question their mother." Donna stated swishing the martinet back and forth for a few moments. 'Boy that is a very specific whip' thought Jon sarcastically 'Those French think of everything.' Fortunately Jon was neither foolish nor brave enough to give voice to those thoughts.

Donna caressed the smooth handle a full 10 inches long and 2 inches in diameter, a most appropriate size for Donna to enjoy in private after punishing her children with it.

"Now of course tough young boys like mine" Donna continued slapping her 13 year olds pale buttock would laugh off something as simple as a martinet. After all some parents frequently use them on very young children no more than 4 or 5 years of age. No full grown children of your age need something a little more instructive, that's why I have added a little something extra.

Jon looked closer in morbid curiosity and saw interweaved along each of the supple strips of leather was a metallic strip. The strip of wire Jon noted would easily turn a nasty tool of discipline into a flesh ripping weapon of boy destruction.

"Now Jon Jamie here was disrespectful to me which would normally warrant a severe punishment. However given the stressful day we have all had I am willing to make allowances and only give him the mildest punishment given in this house. What is that Jamie?" "A dozen licks Mum" Jamie replied his voice sniffly and snotty following his tears.

Donna grunted acceptance of the boy's response never taking her eyes of Jon. "Now Jon I want you to pay careful attention as I am absolutely certain you will find yourself in a similar position very soon" Donna purred her fingers caressing the rounded tip of the martinet.

As directed by a wave of Donna's hand he moved to one side his eyes fastened on the pale buttocks of the 13 year old boy bending over the table in front of him. Jon noted that his buttocks appeared to a have a number of pale white scar marks across them, that Jon suspected rightly came from the boys many previous beatings. His gaze trailed down to examine the young boys testicles their hairless beauty only marred by a small bar that held the boys chastity belt in place. Jon compared them to the older brother's testicles that spouted a thick patch of blond pubic hairs, as Bradley came to stand next to his mother, one hand holding a jar of some unknown substance, the other what looked like a paint brush.

Jon's examination abruptly stopped as Donna without warning raised her hand back and lashed a blow with all her might against her son's buttocks. The metal encrusted strips covered the small boys buttocks completely, and when the lashes were withdrawn Jon could see a number of deep red marks, a few spotted darker with pinpricks of blood.

Fwisssh, THUDDD.... Jamie's body stiffened as the 2nd blow hit the already ravaged bum. Jon felt sick as he saw a few streaks of blood appear of the lashes were withdrawn for another stroke. Two more quick strokes were driven into the boy who somehow managed to bear them without uttering a sound, though his upper body twisted and his mouth seemed to give of a silent scream of pain. Jon felt his bladder tremble at the sight of Jamie's wealed and bloody buttocks. The entire area from tailbone to the area where bum become thigh was a bright red hue, marred with half a dozen streaks of blood where the metal strips had sliced into the flesh.

"Now Bradley will apply some anti-infection cream to prevent any infection" Donna explained "The solution is a combination of ground rock salt crystal and lemon juice in a honey base. All three of these ingredients are good natural infection preventers. You see Jon I don't want to hurt my children" Donna showed no indication of any irony in her words "A boys punishment should sting a little bit not result in permanent harm." Donna nodded to Bradley who dipped the brush into the pot and withdrew the brush now dripping with a thick golden coloured fluid. Moving to his brother Bradley applied the brush in slow strokes up and down the cheeks thickly coating the boys abused cheeks. The effect was instantaneous at first Jamie grunted as the lemon juice began seeping into the wounds. When the ground salt began to have its effect a low moan built from the boy's throat until a sobbing screech of agony came from his lips, despite his desperate efforts, as evidenced by a trickle of blood from a bitten lower lip, to keep quiet. "Arrrrggghhhh it burns, it burns, stop it, stop it pleasseeee." Jamie begged to no effect. "Jamie you know better than to speak during punishment" Donna spoke calmly "That means 3 penalty strokes, hands back and prepare child."

Jamie reluctantly moved his hands back and pulled his bleeding cheeks apart allowing his small pink starfish of an anus to appear. "You see Jon boys in this household are required to show manly resolve in enduring their righteous punishment. Squealing like a little girl is not allowed." As Donna stopped speaking she flicked the martinet, more gently than before, directly onto Jamie's poopy hole. A suppressed grunt issued from Jamie who managed to endure the stinging cut to his now sore hole, a feat that grew harder with the next two equally accurate stinging flicks. With relief Jamie finally let go of his spread cheeks and gripped the edge of the table once more to await the remaining 8 blows. The remaining 8 blows and two applications of agony inducing honey took over ½ an hour to apply. Jamie despite incredible, to Jon's eye' endurance broke down twice more, resulting in a further 6 painful slicing cuts to his anus. The final set of three finally causing an ooze of blood to seep from the boys' anus. Jon nearly lost control of his bladder as he watched this 'mild' punishment proceed. Watching as trickles of blood streaked honey dripped down the 13 year old legs making it appear as if the boy had suffered a case of bloody diarrhoea.

Finally satisfied as she delivered the last blow Donna handed the martinet to Bradley and ordered him to wipe the blood off of the metalled blades and return it to the basement. Then she helped her son to his weak kneed feet and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Well done my love" she cooed into the boy's ear, the slime from her own secret orgasm she had enjoyed as she flogged her son trickling into her panties. Long practiced in flogging her sons she had soon learnt to hide her enjoyment, to prevent her husband questioning her parenting motives when he watched his wife regularly beat his sons.

"Jon help Jamie up to his room, he will show you where it is. For tonight you will stay in the boys room, after tonight I will make a decision as to where you will sleep." Her tongue licked her lips suggestively "and both of you remember no horseplay. Otherwise I will have to punish both of you more severely."