John Hudson Jr's Life Stories

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George shot awake, he turned in the bed to see if Brenda was still in bed. No, she wasn't. He wondered where she was, then he smelled it. Breakfast. God, he thought, was he lucky. A great lover, wonderful mother and a woman who's hobby is cooking. The best of all worlds for George. He lay there in bed, reaching down and rubbing his hard on. The only way it could get better would be if Brenda came into the room and they had sex. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. She had to do the cooking or it'd burn.

George got up and went in to take a shower. When he was almost through he heard Brenda yell to him from the bedroom. "Breakfast sweetie."

George finished quickly, dried himself off and got dressed in his PJ's. He went down to the kitchen and the breakfast was all laid out with Brenda already eating. He sat down and had his fill. It was good as always.

Once finished they cleaned up and George sat down in the chair. "God was good, sweetie."

Brenda sat on his lap and put her hands around his neck. She smiles. "Why thank you."

George patted her rump. "Last night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that someone tried to break into our home and we put them into the dungeon. God was it good."

Brenda smiled at him. "Don't be a ninny silly. The two of them are down in the dungeon at this very minute. We should go down and finish breaking them in like we started to last night."

George smiled as he rubbed Brenda's bottom. Under her night gown. And what a bottom it was. His dick popped to life again, at hearing what she said. "You mean."

She mussed his hair. "Yes silly. They both need your firm hand to put them into their new state of mind on being our sex slaves,"

George swatted her backside lightly. "But my dear. It's all I can do to keep from shooting my load right here."

Brenda got up and the two headed down into the dungeon. The dungeon wasn't really a dungeon persay. What it was was an old disused sauna that George and Brenda had transformed into a square box with 1 foot thick walls, made of hard wood with a chain link fence inside and two locked doors as well as the chain link fences door. To keep anything in. They hidden in away at one end of their basement. You'd have to be Superman to see inside and know what was their. You'd also have to be Superman to get in or out with the key code alarm pad devices George had installed.

Once the two where down in the basement, they turned the light fixture on the wall which opened the first door. A door that was impossible to see when closed. Then inside the 4 foot square closed and George keyed in the alarm code to the first key pad and another door opened into a corridor that ran along the inside of the outer wall. He again keyed in another code number and the final door in the dungeon box opened and they where inside the dungeon. About five feet in front of them was a very sturdy chain link fence that ran from one side of the dungeon to the other and from floor to ceiling. The chain link fence was built into the two walls and the floor and ceiling.

George could see through the chain link fence that his two new lovely's where sleeping on their stomachs on the beds provided. He unlocked the combination lock on the chain link fences gate and in stepped George and Brenda.

Brenda was the first to speak. "All right lady's up and at'm. Up we get.

She went over and gave each one firm swat on the backside with a small paddle that was on the counter. George slapped his hands together. "Al right bitches, up we get. NOW."

Jennifer and her daughter Susan began to stir from their sleep. Susan was the first to wake fully. "Oh god."

Susan got up and her mother Jennifer rolled over on her back and lay there for a few seconds. Brenda walked over and grabbed Jennifer's arm and pulled her to her feet. Swatting her tail a few times with the paddle. Crack. "Ouch." Crack. "Ouch."

Both women stood there with their wrists restrained in the wrist restraints that Brenda and George had put n them the night before. "Well it's good to see your awake finally."

George walked over to Susan and looked at her tits through her see through blouse. He reached out and cupped her tit in his hand. Susan backed up a couple of steps and got a swat on her backside from Brenda with the paddle, for her troubles. Stand still bitch."

George didn't grab her tit again. "All right lady's, we might as well get one thing straight and clear. The two of you have been abducted by me and my wife Brenda here. We'll be using those body's of yours in whatever way we want."

Jennifer looked from Brenda and that to George. "Let us go this instant and we won't tell anyone."

George shook his head. "That my dear isn't about to happen, ever. Your here now for the rest of your miserable lives. So I suggest you get used to that fact. If we think it will be of any good we intend to beat your asses. You've already had a taste of the paddle from my wife. So I suggest you stop that talk and get used to your knew surroundings and situation. If either of you ever mention being let go in the future you'll be spanked. Immediately. Do you understand that.."

Neither women said a word. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT." That last he yelled so loud that even Brenda jumped a bit.

Jennifer lowered her head and said. "Yes."

George looked at Susan. "Do You bitch."

Brenda swatted her on the rump with the paddle. "Answer my husband."

Susan also lowered her head. "Yes."

Brenda swatted them both again. "When you answer either me or my husband you'll say yes sir, yes Mam. You'll refer to him as sir and me as Mam, at all times. Is that plain.

Susan was the first to say. Yes sir, yes Mam."

Then Jennifer answered. 'No, you let us go this instant. NOW."

George smiled, he was finally going to get a chance to tan some ass. He had a hard on. He grabbed Jennifer by the arm and pulled her over to a chair and sat down, pulling her over his knee."

As he pulled her arm, Jennifer screamed. "No, what are you doing. Get your fucking hands off me. Let is go this instant. You bastard."

With Jennifer over his knee he pulled down her stretch pants, hot pants. Then her panties. He put his hand out and Brenda put the paddle in his hand. George looks up at Susan. "This my dear is what will happen to either of you if me or my wife thinks it is needed."

He raised his arm up in the air and brought the paddle down on Jennifer's backslide. Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow. OOOOOO." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow. Oh god no. Let me go." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow. Oh my, I'll behave, I'll behave. Please no more."

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Jennifer was crying and screaming by now, with each crack of the paddle on her ass. The pain would shoot through her backside and down her legs. Her legs where kicking spasmodically

Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow."

Susan was standing there watching her mother get spanked, there where tears in her eyes. Running down her checks. She was also sniffling. Not crying as her mother was, just sniffling. Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeooooow."

As Jennifer lay over George's knee, George looked at Brenda. "Take her pants and panties off my dear.

Brenda bent and removed them both. Throwing them over to the cage door.

George handed Brenda the paddle and rubbed Jennifer's ass for a few minutes. When it seemed that the screaming was truly over he helped her to her feet and she stood there crying to herself. Not realizing yet that her pants and panties had been removed.

Brenda handed George the paddle and walked over to Jennifer and ripped her tube top up the front. When she let go of it, the tops elastic flung it across the room to the cage door and it fell over the panties. Jennifer stood there crying, buck naked. Her hands still restrained behind her back. Just above her rosy red ass.

Brenda then pulled Jennifer over to the wall. "Stand against this wall until your told otherwise."

Jennifer doesn't say a word. Brenda swats her on her ass. Swat. "Ouuuch."

Brenda gabs Jennifer by the ear and lifts her up a bit. "In the future you'll answer back politely. Yes Mam. Is that understood."

"Yes Mam." Brenda lets go of her ear and goes over to George. She pulls out the top of his elastic on his pajama bottoms and looks down. "God that's quite that hard on. Which one are you going to us it on first."

Brenda releases George's pajama top. "This one here I think. As soon as I get through tanning her ass."

Susan starts to cry. "Spanking. No please sir."

Brenda whispers into George's ear. Susan can hear her, but the poor Jennifer can't hear her. She crying too loudly. "Please sweetie can I spank her. She did pee on my floor last night and I want to."

Jennifer continues to cry softly. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

George stands there a minute thinking. Brenda lightly grabs his arm. "Pleeeease. Oh pretty please. If you do, when we get back up stairs I give you something that'll make this seem the worst."

George looks at his wife and smiles. "Yes."

Brenda jumps up and down and hugs George. Kissing him. "Oh thank you, thank you."

She turns to Susan. "And now for you. Peeing on my carpet. You little disgusting animal."

Susan is now crying and looking at the paddle that George has in his hand. Then she sees her mother against the wall. A bright red ass.

Brenda pulls Susan over to the bed, sits down and pulls her over her knee. Brenda undoes the button on the back of Susan's dress and unzips the zipper. She pulls the dress down. Revealing Susan's lilly white ass. Except it's not quite lilly white, At the top of her right ass cheek is a three inch across yellow flower. A tattoo.

George smiles and rubs the tattoo. Susan tightens her ass cheeks even more than they already are. "Oh my god."

Brenda reaches down and spreads Susan's ass cheeks. She Ts, Tst. "This animal isn't even wearing any panties."

Brenda swats her on her ass. Swat. "Ouch."

Brenda shaking her head from side to side in disapproval. "If my daughter ever went out without panties on, I'd have tanned her ass till it hurt to wear panties. Your mother isn't a very good mother. White trash, the pair of your. And as for this tattoo. If my Janet had gotten a tattoo, I'd have skinned it off her, one square inch at a time. Her husband may allow her a tattoo, but I wouldn't have."

Susan begins to struggle. "No. Let me up."

George hands Brenda the paddle. Brenda commence to tan Susan's ass. As George pulls down the dress and removes it.

Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO. It hurts, it hurts."

Brenda stopped the spanking for a second. "It's supposed to hurt bitch. Why else would I be spanking you?"

Brenda raised her hand again and brought the paddle down on Susan's pink backside. Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."

Susan was crying profusely. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

At this point Susan had to pee so bad. But knew she'd get worse if she actually peed on Brenda. So she did her best to scream, cry and hold the pee in. It was just awful. The pain in her ass and in the muscles to hold her pee in.

Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."

Once the spanking was over, Brenda threw the paddle on the bed and helped the crying Susan to her feet. Susan blubbered as she stood there in front of George and Brenda. Brenda reaches up and rips Susan's see through blouse up the front. The buttons fly every which way. Brenda then rips the top of the sleeves and throws the blouse on the floor by the other cloths.

George looks at Jennifer. "Jennifer get that ass of yours over hear."

Jennifer turns and walks over to George. As she does she remembers to answer. "Yes sir."

George and Brenda look at the two women. Bright red asses, chest fallen, with big puffy eyes from crying. George says. "Remove those shoes."

Both lady's answer. "Yes Sir."

They both sit down on the edge of the bed, the best they can and remove their shoes. Up they get naked.

George then shows both lady's around the dungeon. It's small, but compact. The dungeon is 20 feet by 20 feet. It has two beds, two chairs, a small two person eating table, a 24 inch television set, with cable. It also has a counter with a micro wave and a sink. Beside that is a refrigerator with drinks and food in it and beside that is a large freezer with their frozen dinners.

There is also two other pieces of equipment in it. A strand up stocks and a spanking bench.

Once the tour is over George asks them if there is any questions. Jennifer says. "No Sir."

For not answering Brenda swats Susan on the ass with her hand. "Any questions?"

Susan shakes her head. "No Mam."

George and Brenda then leave the two women to contemplate their fate. On the way out of the cage door, Brenda picks up their cloths. George locks the cage door. As George and Brenda are walking to the key pad door. Jennifer says. "What are we to wear, Sir.'

Brenda looks at her. "Nothing. You'll need nothing for the rest of your life."
George and Brenda then leave the dungeon. But as George is going out the first wooden door he closes it with Brenda between the two outer doors. He goes back to the dungeon cage. "Get over here cunts."

Jennifer and Susan walk over to the age. "If either of you two cunts ever hurt my wife, in any way, shape or form. For any reason. I'll skin you both alive. Is that clear."

With heads lowered and Susan sniffling they both say. "Yes sir.

Both women are shaking, scared out of their wits. Not knowing what is going to happen to either of them.

George then turns and leaves the dungeon. As George and Brenda are walking across the basement floor Brenda throws the cloths in the incinerator and up their cloths go.

George turns and looks at Brenda. "I believe that you said that there'd be something special for me later on. Well this is latter on."

Brenda starts up the stairs. George yells after her. "Baby if your not naked on that bed when I get there, well I'm sure those two bitches will enjoy seeing you for a few days in the dungeon. Beginning with a spanking with that paddle."

Brenda double times it up the stairs to their bedroom. A smile a mile wide on her face. Happy as a lark. Knowing how much her man loves and cares for her.