Sally finds a publishing deal for Scott, at a price. By RORI333 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Scott’s girlfriend reveals her kinky fetish for BDSM, and the family’s discipline customs. After some traumatic emotional events, Scott grows closer to Sally, but he has more discoveries he’s need to deal with. I think there’s something we need to address.“ "Are we okay?” Scott asked nervously. “That depends, I’m fine with you taking my mother’s silly discipline lessons. After all, somebody needs to spank me, now that I don’t live at home. Hell, I’ll even submit to you when I’m in trouble because I think it’s cute when you try to act tough. As long as you realize if my mother’s methods had worked, I would have stopped misbehaving years ago. The rest the time that I’m not in trouble, well I think you already know you’re not in charge. Can you live with that?” Scott nodded, “For now, anyway. This is all freaky, but freaky good, so far.” “Perfect, I’ll have my things brought over after your construction crew finishes enough. I was thinking we could turn one of the spare rooms into my art studio and other into a punishment room! Once you get cleaned up I’d like you to prepare us a snack before bed. "Aren’t you forgetting something?” Scott asked. “You’re still in trouble for the uninvited guest!” “That’s adorable, but I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with me after supper. That’s the family discipline custom, anyway.” Following the caning that Sally received for inviting her voyeuristic sister over, discipline was absent from the relationship for a while. Sally had returned to her sweet innocent seeming self, and hadn’t tried to embarrass Scott for a while. The contractors came back from holiday leave and finished replacing the old walls with brick veneer in his home too, which signaled that Sally would be moving in soon. They’d only been dating about four months now and much of her life remained a mystery, but she had announced she was moving into his old factory home. The Factory Home now had walls and rooms. Doors were on order and the kitchen cabinets just needed a granite counter. She already had a key, and more than once he’d been woken up with sex, when he didn’t know she was coming over. The cold winter weather hurt Scott’s bones. A known drawback of moving to the Oregon Coast given his conditions, but it was worth it for the scenery. He would sit in the warmth of his home office and write for hours, watching the distant waves through his window. Manuscripts Scott used a typewriter, even though computers were starting to get better, because it was the only medium in which his anxiety wouldn’t cause him to frantically erase everything he’d written. He amassed chests full of manuscripts nobody ever read. One day Sally asked him about the chest. “There’s something mysterious about a man who spends all day in a room full of locked chests, babe. Is something kinky in there you don’t want me to find? I mean just the sight of leather and locks is already getting me wet.” she joked. “Uh, no those are just my original manuscripts,” he said trying not to lose concentration on his work, while his girlfriend pretended to grind on his chest. “Manuscripts! I thought you didn’t have anything ready to publish?” “I haven’t tried to publish anything, yet. I mean, I haven’t sent them to a publisher because, well; what if they didn’t publish it?” he reasoned; somewhat embarrassed to admit that he was too afraid of rejection to give an honest pitch of his work. “You mean you’ve been sitting on completed books for years? If they don’t publish it they’ll be just as unread as they are right now, collecting dust!” Sally remarked. She knew he was anxious, but seeing how little confidence he had in himself, just broke her heart. He nodded miserably. “They’re just not ready yet! Soon, soon.” he replied. “By Friday!” she insisted. “Yes, I’ll submit one, by Friday, before the post office closes.” She kissed him, “I have no doubt you’ll find the right piece.” By Saturday he felt like an even bigger failure. Not only had he not submitted anything, but he couldn’t work up the nerve to tell Sally he’d barely even read his old manuscripts, because he judged himself too harshly on them. He turned the shower on full heat, knowing his regulators capped the maximum safe temp for human skin to tolerate. It filled the bathroom with steam including the glass wall Sally insisted go in front of the shower, so that he could watch her from the bed. When he finished and dried off, he tossed the towel in the hamper & walked naked back into the bedroom. He immediately noticed three things, his bed had been stripped of bedding, his change of clothes and towel were gone, and his wardrobe, which was in a huge armoire, had been secured with a large padlock. Finally, there were two women sitting on the bed staring at his penis! One of them was Sally, and the other was a woman he was sure he didn’t recognize. She was probably his age and wore black rimmed glasses with teal-green dyed hair. He quickly covered his ‘package’ as best as he could with his hands. “What is she doing here?!” he demanded. “No need to be rude!” Sally said. “This is my friend Kerry from back at college. She works for a publication in Portland and they’re looking for short stories. Isn’t it wonderful dear? I noticed your car hasn’t moved since you said you would submit something by yesterday so I figured it must be too cold for you to go outside. Hence, I brought the publisher to you!” “Oh, uh, hey, could you hand me some clothes?” “Why don’t you go grab a manuscript and you can get dressed afterward? We’ll wait here for you.” He turned, still covering his dick, but the girls got a good look at his bare ass when he left the room. Sally even whistled! “I’d publish that, if he ever wanted to model for my section!” Kerry laughed. Standing naked in his office, he rifled through manuscripts until he found a collection of short stories he’d written, about growing up with quirky parents in Portland. He had to carry a stack of papers with both hands, to his room; so both women were treated to another full frontal look at his dangling participle. “Oh, look what Kerry brought me!” Sally said hiking up her skirt to reveal she had a small vibrator on a harness, stimulating her clitoris. Scott instantly went hard, still standing at the foot of his bed. “Oh, looks like somebody is a grower!” Kerry remarked staring at his large erection. Scott dropped the manuscripts copies on her lap and tried to cover himself as he moved to the wardrobe. Kerry collected them back up. “I’ll show these to our editor. Sally shouldn’t you let him dress?” “Oh, right! Scott; Kerry and I are going out for the day, but I’ll be back after dinner so you can deal with me.” She produced the key to the armoire lock from her pocket and popped it into her mouth. “What are you doing?” Scott demanded. She pressed her tits against him, pinned him against the armoire, and began French kissing him while reaching down to caress his balls with her hand. Suddenly he felt her pass him the key with her tongue. She let go and stepped back. Not only was he hard but Sally had a wet precum spot on her blouse. Kerry sat there wide eyed with her hand down inside the front of her pants. “Time to go shopping, Kerry!” Sally announced. The two women left him alone in his house to get dressed. He felt a surge of panic come on, and collapsed on his bed to calm down. Calling on an expert When he woke up it was slightly past noon. He hurriedly dressed and decided to see Kathy again, before dealing with Sally. He hadn’t been back since the embarrassing ordeal several weeks prior. He used one of the knockers on the large mansion double door, facing the side street (not the side where the clinic entry faced Main Street). Lisa answered the door. He blushed remembering the last encounter where she had instructed Sally on his anatomy. She seemed a little more reserved without her sister as well. “Scott, please come in. I should thank you for not turning me in last time.” “Don’t mention it. Seriously please don’t ever mention it again. I’m just here to see your mother.” “Right this way! It’s her day off, but she’s in with a couple whom she disciplines on occasion. You can wait outside her study.” He sat down and waited. Approximately twelve minutes later, a middle-aged couple came out and left. The man was walking funny and the woman was straightening her skirt and wiping tears from her eyes. “Oh, come in Scott. Lisa sent a text that you were here.” “Maybe this is a bad time.” “Oh, nonsense they were leaving anyway! They have a drive ahead of them. I tend not to discipline too many locals outside of my household, because the whole town are my patients.” “So they traveled here to be disciplined by you?” he asked in surprise. “Normally I’d say that’s confidential, but they’ve actually given me permission to discuss what goes on with them, at my discretion. I offered to let them leave privately, but they wanted you to see them. I think people knowing why they were here, turns them on.” “So they hire you?” “It’s not what you think. I am not paid to discipline them. Think what that would do to my reputation as a doctor? They come to me with relationship problems, to impartially resolve them. Sometimes they help me with my needs. It’s a friendship, not a professional transaction. There are several couples like them, who do require anonymity.” “Wow! So it’s like a form of couples therapy for them?” Scott said. “Yes, I paddled the wife’s ass for resorting to violence by slapping her husband after he kept nagging her for anal. Then I stuck an unfortunate sized plug in the husband’s ass for nagging her about anal. She’s going to play with anal toys for a week and he’s not allowed to ask her for sex for two weeks. Maybe they’ll let you watch a session sometime, on a day that I don’t require their services as well.” Scott blushed that his girlfriend’s mother was so casual about mentioning that she had just received sexual favors. “Enough about them though. What brings you here today? Nothing medical I hope?” “No, ma'am it’s about your daughter I uh; well I was wondering if you could maybe teach me a new punishment?” “Something wrong with your cane?” Kathy asked. “No, it’s just that my bones hurt in the winter and it’s hard to get the energy to cane her. She brought a friend over while I was taking a steam therapy shower and kind of stole my towel and clothes. Then she invited her friend to watch my naked reaction when I got in the bedroom to dress.” “I see. I’ll have Lisa put you on the clinic schedule for next week, to see about that joint pain. Like it or not I’m the only doctor in 50 miles of here, and from what I hear, you get anxious driving long distances. I’m your doctor now, and you should have told me.” She lectured him. “Now that I’ve addressed that, I think we can come up with a suitable punishment for Sally. She interrupted your steam treatment for cold weather, I think it’s time she gets a little taste of her own medicine. Sarah! Oh, there you are, dear. Please prepare Scott one of those hot and cold kits you’ve been working on.” “Yes, mother,” said the youngest daughter. She threw an assortment of items into a small wooden box. She came back to present the kit; “These, should serve nicely Mr.?” “Just call me Scott.” He said surprised by how polite his girlfriend’s eighteen year old sister really was, compared to her siblings. When Scott got home, he read a handwritten note from Sarah, about how to use the kit; and he gasped. This was going to be one hell of a punishment. Helluva sick punishment He rested after dining alone, until Sally entered the room. She still looked cocky. Like she was taunting him to put his foot down. “How could you expose me like that, to a publishing industry professional? She probably thinks I’m some kind of pervert now!” “Relax, Kerry knows I’m a pervert. In fact, she enjoys embarrassing men more than she likes them sexually. Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen her with three dicks in her mouth at once, back in college, but she prefers women. She’s also a very dear friend of mine from art school; And she’s the ‘Sex & Kink’ columnist for her publishing house’s magazine. Trust me she’s already seen it all. Now, are you going to stand there fuming, or are you going to spank me with your big bad walking stick, sir?” she said playfully. “No, I don’t think I will.” “Oh, that’s too bad! Kerry said she was looking forward to it. We decided she should share my punishment.” “Oh, she’s still here? Perfect, bring her in.” “Kerry!” the door immediately opened and she stepped in. “We’re not getting the cane he’s got something else in mind.” Sally said with curiosity. “I’m not sure about this, Sally, most of my magazine’s readers aren’t going to be happy if I write about submitting to a man for punishment.” Kerry looked to be on the verge of backing out. “This has nothing to do with feminism, dammit! This is research for your column, besides it’s not like our identities will be revealed, so just say it was a woman who punished you.” That appeased Kerry, who was more concerned about appearances than what the actual punishment might be. “For interrupting my cold weather steam treatment, Sarah put together a hot and cold box for me.” Sally glanced at Kerry nervously; “Oh shit! I have no idea what that means, but if my perfectly innocent doll of a little sister came up with it, we’re both fucked. It should be something your readers haven’t thought of, though.“ Scott looked at Kerry, "Do you know the safe word to make it all stop?” She nodded. “No more talking then! Take of your shirts and bras.” “Yes, sir!” Both girls complied. Sally had firmer pert breasts and toned abs. Kerry’s breasts were larger and had a piercing through each nipple. She was cutely plump and also had a realistically detailed tattoo illustration of a woman being eaten out, on her ribs. He produced a bottle of hot sauce from the box. “Open your mouths!” “Yes, sir!” They complied and he coated each of their tongues with hot sauce. Then he donned a pair of latex gloves, and dipped two fingers, then rubbed the hot sauce on each of their poking nipples. “Oh, shit that burns, but hot sauce isn’t that original!” Kerry complained. He grabbed the bottle and made her swallow more, for talking. “I’m not done yet, take off your socks shoes and pants! Both women stood now in just their panties. Sally had on a black lacey thong, and Kerry had a crotch-less red pair. While they were undressing, Scott took 4 big patches of waterproof tape over each nipple trapping the hot sauce paste against them. Then he pressed hard to make the adhesive secure. This resulted in squeals of pain. "Stay here with your hands behind your head until I come back for you.” They heard him running a bath and pouring something in it. “Alright you can take off your panties now.” Sally was completely shaved bare, and Kerry had a full bush that was short and dyed the same color of teal green as her hair. He also noticed she had a genital piercing. As the two women walked ahead of him, he couldn’t help, but admire both of their asses. Sally’s protruding toned ass showed off her efforts at the fitness club, whereas Kerry’s cute plump ass jiggled with each step. He noticed Kerry also had a woman’s lipstick mark tattooed on her left ass cheek. When they got to the master bathroom he tied each woman’s hands in front of them and placed blindfolds over their eyes so that all they could focus on was their other 4 senses. “Alright ladies, I’ll guide you over to sit silently on the edge of the tub, with your feet in the water. When you’re both seated, I’ll position you to kneel in the tub with your asses resting fully down on your heels. Your chests will remain firmly down against your knees. You’ll be facing the wall, away from me. Stay in that place & position until I give permission to move” The massive tub was partially filled with cold water and ice, so that the women’s legs and pussies were submerged in ice water, but their ass holes were above the waterline. He removed a jalapeño jar from the kit and carefully cut it in half so that the juice could be easily squeezed out. Sally’s smaller ass naturally spread so that her anus was visible when she knelt. He squeezed some juice onto her pucker. “Oh, shit that burns!” Sally gasped. “Silence!” He ordered delivering a sharp slap on her ass. Kerri’s plumper ass didn’t come apart all the way naturally, so he had to pull her cheeks apart to see her wrinkled asshole. He firmly squeezed a good dose of the jalapeño juice on her anus. She flinched but didn’t say anything, after hearing what happened to Sally. Next, he removed several long tapered candles from the kit. They had string attached halfway down the length.  Scott hung them upside down above each woman’s back. Sally had insisted he install discreet hooks in the ceiling all over the apartment for bondage. Lighting the candles caused the safe, but hot wax to silently & unpredictably drip on the women’s backs at random intervals, so they couldn’t anticipate it. ‘What a brilliantly twisted mind Sarah has.’ Scott thought. The end result was that the women now had hot sauce burning in their mouths and on their waterproof taped nipples. Jalapeño juice burning their assholes and occasional hot wax dripping on their backs. Meanwhile their legs, breasts, and pussies were submerged in ice water. “We’re freezing to death!” Sally told him about five minutes in. “Do you want to use your word?” She shook her head no. He pulled a rectal thermometer out of the kit and gently inserted it into Sally’s rectum. The reading came back fine. Just to be safe he wiped the thermometer and inserted it into Kerry’s asshole. “You’re both fine!” After about eight minutes had elapsed, he pulled the drain on the tub, blew out the 2 candles, and instructed both women to sit up on the neer side of the tube, keeping their fee inside. He peeled down the tape from their nipples being careful not to snag Kerry’s nipple rings. He used wipes to get the sause fully off. The women were relieved thinking it was over. He donned a new pair of latex gloves, placed cooling therapy cream on their nipples and reset the waterproof tape. Next he left the women for a moment, and went to the freezer where he had earlier placed a bag of assorted sized stainless steel assplugs from the kit. Luckily he had placed the whole set in the freezer as he had not known he would need two. They were ice cold to the touch. He also grabbed two net bags which used to hold fresh onions at the grocery produce aisle. He’s filled them with ice cubes for this next phase of punishment. Returning to the two shivering women, he placed ice in each of their mouths. Then he poured olive oil on their anuses to help neutralize the pepper, and slid the freezing cold ass plugs into their assholes. All the while the women were still blindfolded so they couldn’t see him hang net bags of ice cubes, which would quickly start dripping from where the candles previously were. “Kneel down forward in the tub again, exactly how you were!” “Yes sir!” the women complied. He began filling the tub with hot water knowing his new regulator kept the temp at 107 degrees. When it reached the same level as before he turned it off. The cold plugs and ice actually helped the women recover from the first half, but the dripping cold water on their backs while their pussies and legs were hot, annoyed them to no end. After another eight minutes passed he finally drained the tub, removed their plugs, tape, restraints, hand ties, and blindfolds. “You may shower off, now.” He said. Exiting the bathroom he plopped himself on the bed and watched the women shower through the glass wall. He noticed they cleaned each other off including sensitive areas. The whole time the women complained about the confusing sensations and how they’d so much rather be caned. Sally came out first, “We need to talk, it’s too late for Kerry to drive home and the road to Portland is icy.” “That’s not a problem. she can stay in the guestroom.” he offered. “Well, um; we’re both really horny, I was thinking maybe she could join in on the apology?” Acts of contrition His eyes went wide, “I’m not really comfortable undressing and being intimate with someone else.” “How about this. What if she were blindfolded and you didn’t have to do anything to her? She doesn’t prefer men, anyway. ” “That could work so you’d;” “Leave everything to me!” she said. She went back into the bathroom and blindfolded Kerry. “We’re so sorry!” The naked women said in unison with neither woman sounding halfway convincing. Sally pulled Scott off the bed to stand, and yanked his pants and briefs down. She brought Kerry forward who knelt & took his cock into her mouth. She guided Scott’s hands down to stabilize himself with his hands solidly on her shoulders. Sally meanwhile knelt behind him, spread his ass cheeks, and started lapping at his pucker. The duo produced a quick synergy of deep arousal on Scott. “Oh, no I’m going to cum!” he warned Kerry. She adjusted so that he was still in her mouth but didn’t shoot down her throat and took his sperm into her mouth. Sally meanwhile got up and knelt so she could stretch & twist her head under Kerry’s chin, then licking and swallowing Scott’s cum as it overflowed from Kerry’s lips. With all Scott’s load consumed, Sally then guided Kerry onto the bed, kneeling widespread, facing the headboard. Reaching into the toy chest she left at Scott’s house she put on her strap-on harness with an open back. ‘Haven’t used this since college,’ she thought to herself. She tied Kerry’s hands behind her and came around in front of her, then slid her legs down between Kerry’s. With the strap-on aimed carefully, Sally used one hand to guide the buxom woman down onto the substitute phallus. Then Sally guided Kerry to lay her chest on Sally. The pumping commenced.  Scott was unbelievably turned on at the sight. “Uh, Scott; I know I said you didn’t have to do anything to her, but I know you like asses, so feel free to dig in back there.” Sally said gesturing towards Kerry’s ass. Scott knelt behind the girls. Leaning in, he pulled Kerry’s chubby cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in her asshole. Because of the plug punishment, he easily pried her open. “Oh, yeah!” Kerry writhed at the double stimulation. Sally felt a stiff object against her inner thigh. “You’re hard again already!” Sally said with surprise. She rolled Kerry over so Sally could be on top. “Fuck my ass while I finish her off.” Scott snatched the anal lube quickly and with one quick series he glazed Sally’s crack and slapped his stiff cock dowm on the crease, pulled back over the target and inserted his girthy cock into her small pink asshole. The tightness helped keep his erection and each time he thrusted, Sally also thrusted the strap-on into Kerry. Scott controlled both penetrations so that Kerry was essentially being cunt-fucked by Scott’s pace and intensity. “Oh, yes!!” Kerry collapsed in orgasm and Scott shot what spunk he had left into Sally’s rectum. Kerry ripped the blindfold off her eyes and Scott went to pull his briefs up, unfortunately all the physical exertion  had left his back too sore to bend over. “Oh, no you don’t, mister!” Kerry said, snatching the briefs out of his hands. “I was willing to stay blindfolded, but you don’t get to fuck my throat, tongue my asshole, and then act shy once the endorphins wear down. Besides its blurry without my glasses anyway.” The two women helped him back into the bathroom and started removing his clothing while filling the tub for a good soaking bath, to ease Scott’s joint pain. So all three were naked. Sally helped him over to the urinal he had installed next to the toilet for when his back locked up. “Wait I can’t with her watching.” “She can’t see anything without her glasses and she’s not even looking.” Sally added bubbles for his bath so that he could lie down with less anxiety. Once he was reclined in the tub, they both washed and massaged him thoroughly with sponges. They took extra time washing his cock under the bath product and Sally wormed a soapy finger partway up his ass. “Just relax and heal up while we shower.” Sally said. Sally started the shower and plopped down on the toilet. “I just need to pee I’ll be right in,” she told Kerry. “Hang on,” Kerry said, “just because it wasn’t a real cock doesn’t mean I don’t need to get the lube out.” She walked up to the urinal, spread her lips, arched her back, and skillfully hit the target. Scott was wide eyed. “What the hell. Do I even want to know why you’re so good at that?” Sally asked. “I’ve been on assignment in some interesting places. I’ve also covered enough kinks not to be shy about it, since you both seemed so interested.” Kerry shrugged looking at Scott. The two women walked around the partial divider wall installed so that the shower was visible from the bedroom, but the toilet and bath weren’t. He was a little disappointed he couldn’t see much below their breasts this time from the tub. When they finished the girls walked back over to Scott. “I’m the only one who didn’t get off and that wasn’t a part of that awful punishment!” Sally said. She stepped into the tub with a leg on each side of Scott’s waist, and lowered her cunt onto Scott’s face. He sucked on her clit, while Kerry reached under her ass from behind and fingered her vagina until she collapsed on Scott’s face. “I’ll leave you two to snuggle and make up now. I’m going to go rub another one out in the guest bedroom. Good night!” Kerry announced. Scott and Sally sensually made out in the tub before eventually moving to the bed and passing out in their bathrobes. When Scott woke up the next morning he threw a pair of pajama pants on under his robe and went to the kitchen. To his surprise he saw Kerry preparing a cup of coffee completely naked. “You’re uh…” “Still naked?” She finished for him. “You forgot to give us permission to get dressed last night.” “Oh, right. Ah, you can get dressed now.” She walked over to the discarded pile of clothes and picked up her crotchless panties. She noticed Scott walked to his recliner in the great room. He was watching so she laid back on the couch with her legs pulled up giving him one last look at her labia, anus, and teal pubic hair before pulling them on and getting dressed. Sally walked out with her bathrobe hanging open. “My asshole is still feeling those peppers a little bit.” Kerry chuckled; “ TMI?” Sally followed the others’ gaze at her open robe. “No need to stare. You both had plenty of it to eat last night.” Kerry said goodbye to Sally, and Scott couldn’t help but feel a small tinge of jealously when she grabbed Sally by the bare hips and gave her a kiss right on the mouth. We’re they a thing before him? “It was nice meeting you Scott, I’ll turn your stories in to our editor, tomorrow. Your manuscripts are outside the genre I focus on, but my publishing house does fit your works, so we’ll see what they say.” “ I had lots of fun! Although, tell Sarah she’s an evil little bitch, next time you see her, for thinking up that hot and cold box.” She pulled him up to stand for a goodbye kiss on the lips, and her hand snaked down his loose pajama pants to grab his penis. “Maybe we can collaborate on an article for my genre, sometime.” She said sensually, grinning when he went hard in her hand. She had his release forms in her hand. One last time she paged through the 3 pages, to make sure he initialed each necessary box, and sign & date it. “Hey?” Scott said, sharply. “I thought you couldn’t see anything without your glasses?” “Sally,” she called back, “you might consider having a large sausage with your eggs this morning.” With that she yanked his bottoms down, and trotted out the front door. “Son of a Bitch!” Scott declared. Sally grinned, “Isn’t she amazing? Don’t worry, she gets tested frequently. She and I were never a real thing, we just got each other off. Free fun for college girls.” Scott felt relieved that it was all just fun between the two. “Why was it just that,” He asked. “We both can have fun playing with anyone, but let’s just say I prefer men for deeper relationships, and she prefers the kind of women who piss in urinals and show off shitty tattoos around the Seattle music scene.” They both laughed. Scott didn’t fully understand how he’d entered Sally’s perverse world, but he was starting to enjoy some of it. By RORI333 for Literotica