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Perchance to Dom Ch. 2

Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Spanking, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 82.6, Source: sexstories.com

rival walked away. I cried. I fucking cried the moment Father shut the door! Why did I have to chase this dream? On my terms I would gain everything without anyone losing anything. It felt like I was back at square, minus one, the square where losers start the game. Self-doubt is worse than fear and more likely after being wounded. Mother took careful aim at my hurt. A week had passed before I realized she'd been working on me. "Another game of Scrabble?" "Pffft! Maybe after I memorize the dictionary." I started picking up pieces. Mom, why don't you play video games?" "They remind me too much of work." "But you love programming." "I love myself too, almost as much as I love you." She held the bag. I dropped in the tiles I had picked up. "But you love Dad best." My chest anticipated stabbing. "That's true, but it's not the same love. Parents are hard not to love when they do right by you." "I meant my dad." "We have a strong bond." Mother turned away, to put the board and bag into the box. She closed the lid on the box. She didn't want to pursue my line of questioning. I got that much. My heart winced. "Um, did Grandpa really do right by you? He was so physically -- strict." "You don't know what you're talking about." "I want to know." Mother picked up the game box and returned it to its shelf. When she closed the cupboard I saw her slump, slightly. "Father would masturbate when he whipped me." "That's not at all right." I wished I'd cut out my tongue. "Mom, I mean, how did-" ... Her sharp breath interrupted me. Her sharp words cut. "I approved of it. He didn't start until I was thirteen. I knew about men and sex and desire. Not well, but I knew enough. It did no harm." Mother was fingering the back of her pants. "How long had he been whipping you?" Mother turned around. "Father never punished me physically or emotionally when I was a child." "That's what his wives were for?" "We'll stop speaking of him here." She sat down at her laptop and opened it. I left her to her love. I resisted the urge to go into the master bedroom and touch the tools that my father used on my mother. I had never even seen them, nor knew where they actually were, but my imagination served magnificently. Before I left that fantasy, I had masturbated into a tissue in my bedroom. Father and Mother passed down the hall into their room. I masturbated again. It was a sign that I had a life changing decision to make. I spent the rest of the night looking online at colleges. The following Thursday, Gina must have gotten my number from Cheryl. She called me from the dealership. "Would you like to finish what we started?" "Yes and no." "Bit brain." "Same ol' jokes, Gina? I meant that I'd like to, but I'm not going to do that." "But you're going to do something?" "Maybe try out a family tradition." "Sounds taboo." "I need someone to practice on." "Not, 'with', I'm hearing." "You have a fiance to be with." "I'm not that kind of woman, monogamous." "Does he know?" "I basically said if one ...