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(Everybody Wants You, continued by Emma...)
You turn around and bend down, swallowing your tears and pushing your ass up towards your father. At least if you let them do this to you, you think to yourself, it will prove to them how much you love them.
You draw a sharp breath as you feel the blow of the belt land on your butt cheeks.
“The first rule,” says your mother, “Is that there will be no more masturbation in this house. If you want to please yourself you have to come to either me or your father and we will help you with that, is that understood?”
“Yes mother ”
The second strike lashes against your bottom and you can feel the fire of pain and shame burning in your body,
“The second rule,” your mother continues, “Is that from now on, your breakfast will consist only of cum. If your fathers cum shouldn’t be enough for you, you may help yourself to your brothers cum as well.”
Your face turns red as you think of your two years younger brother, he still seems so innocent, and in a dark corner of your mind you can’t help but wonder what his cum taste like.
The third strike makes your thighs burn and you let out a small sharp cry.
“The third rule is that if me or your father or your brother should come to you for comfort in the middle of the night, you have to do your best to please us.”
“I will, I promise ”
The fourth lash hits you hard and low sending flashes of pain through your whole body.
“The fourth rule is that you have to start contributing to the household. If we bring home someone who is actually willing to pay to have sex with you, we want you to give him his money’s worth.”
“I want to contribute I really do Aighhn!!” you cry as the belt lands heavily on your ass one last time.
Your mother comforts and consoles you, taking your tear-drenched face in her hands and talking to you in a much softer voice than before.
“It’s not that we like treating you this way honey, we just want what’s best for you, you know that don’t you?”
You nod, looking at your mother through the tears. Your ass hurts so much you don’t even dare to sit down but your mother takes you in her arms and you smell the sweet smell of her perfume as you draw a deep breath and sigh.
“Don’t worry honey,” says your mother “Everything is going to be all right. Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?”