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The Johnson Family - by James P.
Table of Contents
Chapter One – The Stage is Set
Chapter Two – Femdom Bill of Rights
Chapter Three – Controlling Big Brother
Chapter Four – Diapering Big Brother
Chapter Five – Tightening the Screws
Chapter Six – The Doctor and the Turkey
Chapter Seven – Femdom Puppet Show
Chapter One – The Stage is Set
Pete Johnson sipped his coffee and waited for his son Scott to sit down. He looked over at the boy, 21 years old, about to complete his junior year in college. Scott stirred in some cream and sugar and sat down next to dad.
If you looked at the two men sitting there at the Starbucks, sipping their coffee, you'd know right away it was a father/son combo. Once upon a time, Pete was in shape. Back when he was in the army during the Gulf War, he could bang heads with anyone. Nowadays, he packed 255 pounds into his six foot one inch frame. He didn't have especially good eating habits. The divorce had taken a toll on him. At 47 years of age, he didn't burn calories the way he used to, especially at his computer programming job, which had him sitting at a desk ten hours a day.
Scott was an inch shorter than dad, and five pounds heavier. Yes, he was fat, and Pete was worried about him. The divorce had been hard on him as well. Normally a competent student, his grades had slipped his junior year. He wasn't in danger of flunking out, but he had gotten a 2.4 GPA in the first semester and recently informed his dad he was headed for a 1.9 this semester. It was late March. In two months Scott would be coming home for the summer. Pete had lost the house in the divorce proceedings and some big changes were about to take place with the Johnson men. As Scott came over and sat down, Pete was once again reminded that his son would be hitting the work force in a little more than a year. He didn't know if he was ready for that, but he'd have to be.
Scott sat down across from his father. Despite their difficulties they were a close pair. They didn't always see eye to eye on everything, but they loved each other. In truth, they had a lot of similarities. That said, in recent years Pete had found Scott increasingly difficult to talk with, like the boy had a chip on his shoulder.
"Thanks for meeting me, pal," Pete said.
"Sure dad, what's up?"
Pete sipped his coffee nervously. It wasn't easy talking about this stuff, but his son needed to know what would be happening this summer. Pete needed to prepare him in advance.
"So you know I'm moving out of the house. And you know about Donna, right?"
Scott nodded his head. He was well aware that his dad had been hunting for apartments. He was equally aware that he had been dating a younger woman he'd met on line several months before. Her name was Donna. She was 39 years old and an absolute knockout. When Pete first introduced him, Scott had been blown away. He remembered shaking hands with her, and the smell of her perfume as it wafted over into her senses. He wasn't sure how his dad had managed to get a relationship with her, but he had and Scott was impressed. Donna had a fairly high profile managerial position at a financial institution in town. But that wasn't what Scott had noticed. He'd noticed her body. She was only 5'6", but looked more like 5'10" in the heels she wore. She had long dark hair and a full set of lips. Scott would not have described her as thin, but she had a slim waistline, which tapered off into a powerful round ass, which she was not afraid to show off. Her tight pants left little to the imagination in front and in back. Scott's eyes could not help but drift up to her chest. She had full breasts that seemed perfectly suited to her body. Scott was also impressed with her body language. She seemed so confident and at ease, the way she moved, and the way she carried herself around Pete and him.
"So what about Donna?" he asked his father.
"Well, you know she has a nice house in town. And well, I'm moving in, son. And so are you when summer break begins." He leaned back in the booth and allowed the news to set in.
"What the fuck?!?" Scott said.
"Yes, it's true. It's a big house. And now only she and her daughter Becky live there after she kicked her husband out. Sound familiar?" he chuckled.
"Very funny," said Scott, clearly unhappy with the news.
"Look, it's not all bad," Pete said. "She has the same last name as us. So it's like we'll be one big Johnson family!"
"Great."
"Not only that, but she has a gorgeous daughter."
Scott raised his eyebrows.
"Her name is Becky," Pete said. "I've met her. She's, well, she's a little on the bitchy side quite frankly. She's 18 years old and just finishing high school, but here's the cool thing. She's going to the University next year. You can show her the ropes," he grinned.
Pete searched his son's eyes for a reaction. He had been worried about more than his son's grades. The boy didn't have a great social life. His weight seemed to hurt his confidence. Pete had never known his son to have a girlfriend and he hoped having a young woman around the house would help socialize him a bit. Scott was an only child, and Pete thought a quasi stepsister might be a good thing for him. Sure enough, he saw his son brighten a bit.
"That's cool, I guess," said Scott.
"I thought you'd like that," Pete said. "Now there's one slightly uncomfortable thing I need to share with you." He paused, trying to summon up the courage to discuss a tender topic. It wasn't a total surprise, he thought. Scott was a smart enough boy to know his father's proclivities. He took a deep breath and got right down to it.
"Scott, I think we might have talked about this at one time or another over a beer. Well, I have submissive tendencies when it comes to women. I believe in female superiority. And, and, well, I met Donna in an on-line forum that specializes in connecting dominant women with submissive men."
Scott peered across the table and took a nervous sip of his coffee. He felt a twinge in his 42-wide jeans. He nodded his head and said, "Continue."
"Well, suffice to say Donna believes very strongly in a female dominated household. She told me she has transferred her beliefs to Becky. And well, I don't know how this thing will shake out. We certainly won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, but I just wanted to make you aware of the situation so it doesn't surprise you when you get back home at the end of the semester."
Scott could feel his face turning red. He wasn't sure if Pete knew that his own feelings mirrored that of his father's, but it wasn't something he felt comfortable sharing at the time. Despite the fantasy life he lived, he hadn't quite come to terms with his feelings yet. "I don't even know what to say. You’re fucking crazy, dad."
"I know, son. It's a lot to digest. But you should know Donna loves me, and she has promised she's interested in making it work for everyone this summer. So try to keep an open mind. That's all I can ask."
Scott felt a buzzing inside his stomach. His heart was pounding as his mind pondered the possibilities. An 18 year old "stepsister?" Spending a summer with a beautiful mother/daughter that were openly and unabashedly dominant? He told himself to calm down. He was quite sure it would be a typical family and he'd have to get used to sharing the house with his dad's girlfriend and her daughter. "I don't really have a choice, do I, dad?"
"Not unless you want to find some kind of study abroad program for the summer," Pete said. "If you can find a way to support yourself, it's ok with me. Otherwise, you need to find a way to adjust to the idea of a summer with Donna and Becky."
"Let me think about it, dad," he said. But inside, he had already made his decision. In two months time, he'd be back home and there would be a decidedly female presence in the household. He was quite sure nothing that weird would happen.
The two men finished their coffee and said their goodbyes for the time being.
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Across town at the exact same time, two women were sharing a dessert at the local bistro. Donna Johnson checked her watch. She needed to get back to work soon, but she needed this time with her daughter. She was so proud of the girl. Becky was about to graduate high school with high honors. She was ranked 3rd in her class of 319 students. Yet the amazing thing about Becky is that she never had to sacrifice her social life to get good grades. She was class President and did not have a shortage of friends. All of her hard work had led to a scholarship at the State University, which she would be enrolling that fall. The only negative was that after three years, she had broken up with her boyfriend. It was her choice.
Over lunch, they had discussed the breakup. Donna was relieved to learn that Becky didn't seem the least bit upset about the whole thing. She informed her mother that Todd simply wasn't up to her standards as a boy. He was reasonably smart (top 10% of the class) and good-looking, but Becky felt that the boy was not giving her proper respect as a woman.
Donna smiled. She and Becky had an extremely close relationship. They talked about everything with no exceptions. Both had no interest in Donna's philandering ex husband. It had been two years since Donna had caught him in an extra marital affair, kicked him out of the house. Then she nailed his balls to the wall in a divorce. Donna had always been a successful and confident woman, but she had undergone a number of changes since the divorce. The biggest change was regarding her philosophies when it came to male/female relationships. Donna had done a lot of research in the months following the break-up. She had made a new group of female friends who believed very strongly in the precepts of female domination. Throughout her learning process, Donna had shared with Becky the many revelations she had uncovered about a female led relationship. To Donna's great surprise, Becky was thrilled at her mother's discoveries. They spent many a day discussing what she had learned. Becky become more involved and shared her own findings on the subject.
Todd had been a casualty of their evolution toward female supremacy since the divorce. Over the past year, Becky had tried to introduce him to the principles of a female led relationship but he had been resistant. Becky had no choice but to kick him to the curb. The two women shared a laugh when she used that terminology. It seemed so appropriate when summarizing what had happened to the men in their lives.
It was their loss, they reasoned. After all, they were both drop dead gorgeous and they knew it. Since she had begun studying the precepts of female domination, Donna carried herself with total confidence. Becky was a younger version of her mother. Perhaps the only difference was her hair and eyes, which were both brown as opposed to dark like her mother's. Becky had beautiful full lips. Her athletic, yet feminine figure looked amazing in a pair of jeans. They joked that she was the spitting image of the actress Aimee Teegarden from the TV show "Friday Night Lights."
Donna had been waiting until dessert to break the news to Becky. She wasn't exactly certain how she'd react, but she was hopeful she would look at it positively. She reasoned that her daughter might be more open to the idea since she no longer had a boyfriend to kick around. She took a nibble of the crème brulee and spoke.
"So, you know I've been dating Pete for a while, right?"
Becky: "Yes mom. I'm well aware of your new sub," she joked.
And it was true. Donna told Becky everything. When she first started dating Pete six months ago, she told Becky how she had found a man who ascribed to the philosophies the two of them had embraced in the past couple of years. She had shared all the lurid details with Becky; how Pete had submitted to her in all aspects of their relationship and how she had so thoroughly and decisively taken control of his cock and balls. Becky was well aware of all the ways her mother had humiliated Pete and how much Pete loved it. Her mom had told her how Pete's penis couldn't lie, and how hard it would be all the time as Donna put him through his paces. Becky couldn't help but feel a tiny bit jealous when the topic came up. But she was genuinely happy for her mother. She deserved it.
Looking at him, you could never tell Pete would accept such ruthless terms from a woman. He was a rugged guy, though Donna did tell her daughter that he was a little bit light in the manhood department. They had tossed around the idea of humiliating Pete together, but both had decided they had better hold off on that sort of thing. Now, that might be about to change.
Donna: "No point in me holding back on you, sweetie. I've invited Pete and his son Scott to live with us this summer on a trial basis. What do you think?"
Donna was hopeful Becky would be ok with the idea.
Becky: "His son Scott?" she asked.
Donna: "He's 21 years old. He's going to be a senior at the State University. He's big like his dad, although I have to be honest with you. He's overweight. Pete's been worried about him."
Becky: "Hmm, so I have a new lard ass older brother. Is that what you're telling me?"
Becky could be such a bitch when she wanted to be, Donna thought. It used to bother her, but in recent years she'd learned to embrace it. Donna was a subscriber to the notion that no well-behaved woman ever made it in the world today. In fact, she had a bumper sticker on her car that said as much.
Donna: "Very funny, Beck. I guess if you want to look at it that way, you can. You have a new lard ass older brother."
Becky: "Just great." Inside, she was already playing some interesting possibilities in her head.
Donna: "He's actually quite handsome. He just needs to lose 50 pounds or so. Anyway, he's Pete's son, which means he's quite well behaved." She looked anxiously at her daughter for signs of approval. She thought she could detect her daughters sultry lips curl up almost imperceptibly in a smile.
Becky: "Well, as long as he realizes he's moving into OUR house and is going to be following OUR rules."
Donna: "It's funny you should mention that, dear. Pete has confided in me that his son is very shy with women in school. He might even be a *virgin*."
The two women - neither one of them virgins - laughed at the notion.
Becky: "Oh great. My own fat geeky stepbrother! Glory be!" she said, oozing sarcasm.
Donna: "Here's something to think about. Pete thinks Scott could really use a female influence in his life. Knowing you like I do, that influence could come from you. What do you think? You're a single woman again, Beck?"
Inside, Becky had to confess, she felt a stirring from deep within. Despite her best efforts with Todd, she hadn't gotten what she'd wanted out of the relationship. Sure, she'd gotten rid of him in humiliating fashion, but the relationship never went where she hoped it would. She spoke:
"Mom, you know I love you and I guess I'll have to get used to the idea of having a couple of men around the house. Just as long as I can have my privacy."
Donna: "Sweetie, let me be perfectly clear. You will always have complete privacy in every aspect. In fact, let me tell you what I have in mind."
With that, the older woman learned forward and spoke in a hushed tone. As she spoke, Becky's smile began to widen. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. In fact, when she got home that day, she made a note on her calendar. Thursday, May 25th - a day she was now very much looking forward to.
Chapter Two – Femdom Bill of Rights
Thursday, May 25th was an appropriately warm spring day. The trees on Donna Johnson's property were in full bloom. A U-haul truck sat in the driveway signifying Scott's arrival to his new home for the summer.
Pete had moved in a week before. He helped his son unload various furniture and baggage. Donna welcomed the boy with a polite hug and then watched the men move things up to the second floor. She followed them up the stairs, warning them from time to time to be careful not to bang any walls. Scott was shocked when his father responded to her comments with, "yes ma'am." He gave his father a quizzical look and was surprised when his dad responded with a steely glance.
By lunchtime, everything was unloaded. Scott had worked up a fierce sweat from all his efforts. He went downstairs and met Donna and his dad in the kitchen. Donna took a look at him. Then, to his surprise she waived a hand in front of her nose. "Whew, Scott," she said. "Why don't you acquaint yourself with the shower upstairs and your dad and I will handle lunch."
Scott was a bit irritated that she would make such a reference, but he agreed he probably was quite ripe at this stage. He went up to his room. He passed a closed door upstairs with a sign on it that said "Becky's Room - KEEP OUT." Curiosity got the better of him; he couldn't help but poke his head inside her room. To his surprise it was much bigger than his room. Plus it had a full-sized walk-in bathroom. Other than that it was a typical girls bedroom. Everything was incredibly neat. In fact, it was immaculate. The bed was perfectly made and covered by a beautiful quilt. The bathroom was equally neat. Scott noticed some feminine napkins on the toilet. For some reason it caused a stirring in his loins. Then he looked on her desk and saw a framed photo. Looking closer, he saw Donna standing with a younger woman. Mountains were in the background. Scrutinizing the photo, he felt his heart quicken as he looked closely at the younger woman. She was the same basic height and build as her mother, though being younger she was built slightly narrower at the hips. She wore tight jeans, which displayed the curves of her midsection. The jeans creased inward wonderfully at her thighs. They dramatically framed her oh-so-feminine pelvic hump. His eyes drifted to her mother who was also wearing jeans. Like mother, like daughter, he thought to himself. He felt a pushing sensation as his groin swelled in his pants. Feeling like a snoop, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Then he went back to his room and closed the door. He disrobed and went to the shower. He had to walk across the hall, past Becky's room to get to the shower, which was smaller than her bath.
As he showered off his massive body, he wondered where Becky was. He thought of the photo he'd just seen and then he looked down. It embarrassed him to admit he could barely see his manhood beneath his increasingly flabby stomach. He could just see the head of his penis, which at the moment was turgid and quite inflamed. He reached for the soap and began stroking himself. He spread his legs as far as he could in the narrow tub and with his free hand gripped his balls. He imagined it was Becky gripping his balls, standing just outside the shower, monitoring his masturbation. He felt himself reach the breaking point and then groaned softly as went over the edge. He held his free hand in front of his penis and caught the hot cum as it spurted out. It was the second time he'd pleasured himself that day. This was par for the course. He figured he averaged two to three self-administered orgasms per day. It was always a challenge to find privacy at school. Now that he was home for the summer, he figured he would have no such problem.
He finished his shower and dried himself off. He hadn't unpacked his deodorant yet so he wrapped himself casually in his towel and proceeded back toward his room.
When he opened the door he did a double take. Standing in the hallway between the bathroom and his room was none other than Becky Johnson. She stood there in all her glory, wearing the same jeans she wore in the photo. She wore a tight pink top. A matching tiny pink handbag was draped over her shoulder. She stood with her hands on her hips, lips pouting to their full potential. Scott's eyes drifted over her shirt. The words "Girl Power" were scrawled on the shirt in fancy white script. He couldn't help but notice her supple breasts lurking beneath the suggestive message.
His hand squeezed on the towel that was clasped around his waist. He self-consciously realized that he was still semi-hard from his shower escapade and wondered if a lump was visible in the towel that he now held as though his life depending upon it. "Oh, you- you must be Becky. I'm Scott. Scott Johnson." He cursed himself in his head for stuttering.
"Nice to meet you," she said, not moving, and not really sounding like she meant it.
"Nice to meet you, Becky. Can- can I sneak past you?"
"Sure, go ahead," she said, turning sideways and putting her hand out. Scott moved to go past her, but as he went by, she tapped him on his bare shoulder. He turned and faced her. Only a foot separated them. He smelled the perfume on her and felt his heart rate again go up.
"Hey, I'm just curious, you weren't by chance in my room, were you?"
The question caught Scott by surprise. "No, of course not," he said reflexively.
"Oh really?" she challenged. "Because I always place a little piece of paper in my door, and it was on the floor when I got home."
"Hmm," he said turning red.
"Hmm," she mimicked him. Then he saw her eyes drift down momentarily below his waist. That was enough. He decided to make a quick beeline for his room, just a few feet away. "Nice to meet you," he said and he quickly shut his door.
As he dressed, his heart pounded in his chest. He had been caught and it was clear she knew he was lying. He threw on some clothes. Not wanting to get the relationship off on the wrong foot, he composed himself and knocked on her door.
"What?" came the voice from inside her room.
"It's me, Scott. Can I come in for a second?"
The door opened and Becky joined him in the hall. She closed the door. "I'd prefer it if you stay out of my room at all times, okay?"
"Sure, no problem," he said. "But, um, there's something I need to come clean on."
"What?" she said, staring daggers.
"Well, I guess I was curious, and I poked my head into your room before. I thought- I thought maybe you were in there and I'd say hello."
"So you lied to me then?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Can't you read the sign?" she asked, pointing to her door.
"I can. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."
"I guess I'm going to have to lock the door from now on." Her eyes met his. He felt as though she could see right through him.
"I'm sorry, Becky," he said, his face turning bright red.
"You already said that twice," she said. She again fixed her determined gaze upon him. "I trust we won't let this happen again."
For a high school girl three years younger than him, she sure didn't act like it, thought Scott.
They heard car doors slamming outside. Moments later, the front door opened downstairs. The adults had returned with sandwiches for lunch. Hungry, Scott turned and bounced down the stairs. What he didn't see was Becky's sly grin behind him as she walked down the stairs at a more reasonable pace to join them for lunch.
The next couple of days passed uneventfully. Scott occasionally saw Becky, but she was out both Friday and Saturday night. Scott himself joined a couple of friends for some pool Friday night – all men of course. By the end of the night, Scott had consumed ten beers. He was so hung over the next day that he moped around the house. Saturday night at around eight, he was coming out of the bathroom about to go back to his room when Becky’s door opened and the teen queen popped out of her room. She was dressed to the nines, wearing a tight black dress. Her high heels combined with her skirt made her one impressive looking piece of womanhood, Scott couldn’t help but confess. She might have been 18, but she was way out of his league. To his surprise, she actually stopped and said hello.
Scott felt self-conscious. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old sweatshirt and his hair probably looked like crap. “Oh hi Becky,” was all he could muster.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, just got drunk last night. Taking ‘er easy tonight I think.”
“Oh, well have fun!” She said and turned to head down the stairs. Scott stopped her.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Oh you know, out with the gal pals around town,” she smiled. “Have fun. See ya.”
Scott was about to say something, but she disappeared down the stairs before he could muster up the courage. Why didn’t he ask her if he could come? Oh, yeah stupid, he answered his own question. You look like crap. Do you think she would actually wait for you? Scott slumped back to his room in his bed.
At about 10:30, he heard the adults come upstairs. He waited for the sound of his dad and Donna closing the door to the master bedroom. He opened his laptop and immediately went to his favorite femdom website. The site had some humiliating recordings by women that liked to make fun of men. He picked a theme he currently was interested in. The woman in the recording was making fun of his small penis. She told him he was a little-dick loser. Scott pulled his pants down and began stroking himself as he listened to the recording. He just loved the idea of being put in a place by a woman, though he would never admit it to anyone. It was too embarrassing to contemplate. He was a big man and needed to look strong in front of girls like Becky.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door and a soft female voice. “Scott?”
He scrambled to throw the computer down and whip his pants on. “Hang on,” he shouted.
“It’s me, Donna.” Just as he managed to hike his sweats over his naked lower half, the door opened and his “stepmother” poked her head in. He wasn’t sure if she had seen him or not.
“Oh hi, Donna,” he said.
“I wasn’t interrupting anything, I hope,” she smiled at him.
“No- no, of course not.”
“You sure?” she asked, her smile continuing to widen.
“No, everything’s fine, what’s up.”
Scott saw her eyes drift down momentarily. He knew what she was looking at. He had been caught. But he wasn’t about to admit it.
“I was just checking in, and making sure you’re doing ok. I know it’s a tough transition coming to a new place and I want you to know both Becky and I are thrilled to have you men around the house.”
“Thanks,” he stammered.
“Ok, well, get a good night’s sleep. We’re going to meet as a family in the morning. Eleven o’clock in the living room.”
“Ok, I should be up by then.”
“I’m sure you will. If not I’ll have your father wake you. Sleep well, Scott,” she said.
That night Scott didn’t sleep so well. He jerked off secretively into an old sock. Then he was aroused again at 1:30 AM when Becky came home. He was surprised she didn’t have curfew, but her mom apparently trusted her. Cripes, Donna gave the girl a BMW convertible. She must have trusted her.
The following morning Scott awoke at 10:30 to find his father standing over him. “Son, we’ve got a meeting in the living room in a half hour. Donna wants us showered and ready. I’ve already showered but you need one.”
Scott was surprised to find his dad barking out orders like this. He wasn’t about to disobey his old man though so he showered himself off and then headed downstairs at 10:59.
Both Donna and his dad were seated, but there was no sign of Becky.
“Have a seat, Scott,” said his dad. He gestured for Scott to come on over to the couch, where they sat, eying what appeared to be some kind of document on the coffee table.
“Read this, Scott,” said Donna. “Take a deep breath and think about it before you react, ok?”
Scott picked up the document and began reading:
Femdom Bill of Rights. A contract.
1. The Johnson family accepts the principles of Female supremacy. The Johnson Women are to be obeyed and worshipped at all times by the Johnson men. The Johnson men are to submit themselves completely and unabashedly to the Johnson Women.
2. The Johnson men are to be fully exposed at all times for the entertainment and convenience of the Johnson Women as long as they are on the Johnson Women's property. This means the Johnson men are to be completely naked and exposed at all times. The only exception to this rule is if the Johnson Women deem it necessary to dress them in a particular outfit of their choosing. This decision, like all others related to the Johnson men, is solely in the hands of the Johnson Women.
3. The Johnson men will be subject to a strict regime of penis control. The Johnson men are not allowed to touch themselves in any capacity without the visual supervision of at least one Johnson Woman. At this time, the Johnson Women have decided not to enforce male chastity on the Johnson men, but this is a decision subject to change based on ongoing behavioral evaluations.
4. The Johnson men are to do all household and non-household-related chores without exception. A list of chores will be posted on the refrigerator and monitored by the Johnson Women on a daily basis.
5. Any request/order from the Johnson Women to the Johnson men is to be obeyed as LAW without exception. The Johnson men should consider it an honor to serve the Johnson women, as any man should consider it his honor and duty to serve the superior Female gender. As such, the Johnson men are to obey the wishes of the Johnson Women with complete deference, sincerity, and dedication.
6. Any deviation from rules #1-5 of the Femdom Bill of Rights, as determined solely by the Johnson Women, will result in disciplinary measures. These measures include, but are not limited to: Severe over the knee (OTK) bare-bottom spankings to be administered with a hairbrush, paddle, or any other object deemed necessary by the Johnson Women. Other measures include various forms of humiliation and exposure as needed to help enforce the law of Female supremacy and maintain order. This might include inviting other Superior Women to witness the Johnson men’s shame.
After he read the first paragraph, Scott’s face immediately turned red. A part of him wanted to put down the paper and run out. But deep as he read each line of each paragraph, he felt a burning sensation from within. He felt a tension rise up from his loins and echo throughout his body. He put the paper down and was quiet for a second. Then he felt the pride rise up inside of him.
“Fuck this. I’m not signing this,” he said. He got up to leave.
“No, Scott, wait!” his dad got up with him. “Just sit back down and hear us out.”
Scott hesitated. Then, suddenly he heard noise on the stairs and Becky appeared from upstairs. She wore another incredible pair of jeans and a nice cotton top. She also wore ankle high boots and quite simply was nothing short of a hot, young babe. She walked into the room and plopped down in the open chair next to the couch where the three of them sat.
Donna spoke, “Scott, I know you were masturbating last night. Look, Becky also told me you entered her room despite the sign on the door. And last night, it wasn’t just the masturbating. All day long you loafed around the house doing nothing. Your dad has told me this is nothing new. Drink Friday night. Do nothing all day Saturday. Then do god knows what Saturday night. Well, consider this an intervention by the three of us. It’s going to be a long summer if we don’t sort out some of your behavioral issues, don’t you think?”
The room was quiet. Scott could not believe the speech his dad’s girlfriend had just given him, in front of Becky no less. It was scathing, and the worst part about it was it was all true.
Donna continued, “Your dad has done well under my tutelage. You need some loving female discipline. Deep inside you know it would be good for you.”
Becky spoke, “Mom, if I could intervene please.”
Donna: “Certainly dear, go ahead.”
Becky turned to Scott. “Scott, while you were reading that document I took the liberty to look around your room. After all, turnabout is fair play, right? Anyway, your computer was on, so I checked your Internet history and, check this out mom,” she said, turning to Donna. “He visits female domination websites.”
“What the fuck?” Scott said. “You fucking bitch!”
“Excuse me?!?” Donna said, getting up.
But Becky put her hand up, unfazed. She turned back to Scott, “Look, just come clean,” she said. “No offense, but look at you. You’re overweight and out of shape. You have no self-discipline. No girlfriend. You clearly need discipline, so why not just give it a chance? At the end of the summer, you can go back to doing what clearly has not worked so well for you if you like.”
Donna felt the pride bubbling up inside of her. Becky was so amazingly composed at 18. She could have cried at that point just thinking of the young woman she had raised. Donna already had complete control of Pete. Now she just needed to reel in the boy and it would be the female dominated household she was looking for. And here was her incredible daughter stepping in and helping to close the deal. Now Donna spoke, “Why don’t both of you just disrobe right now and let’s get this over with. We all know this is the right thing to do.”
Pete immediately got up and began removing all his clothing. Scott hesitated again, then took off his shirt. Then suddenly without warning,, he yelled “FUCK YOU ALL!” He raced upstairs and slammed the door to his room.
Donna and Pete looked at each other, both unsure of what to do. Pete, in a current state of undress, moved toward the steps. As he did, a female voice called out for him to "Wait!" He stopped dead in his tracks.
The voice belonged not to Donna, but to Becky. “I’ll handle this,” she walked upstairs in the direction of Scott’s room. Pete and Donna exchanged glances as the young woman moved without hesitation after Pete’s boy.
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