A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... corrected his father.

"But look. She's soaked from the slaps. We felt it when we grabbed her... pussy throbbed like a heartbeat. She's into it, Dad, even if she bitches. We could use that. Tease her during chores, edge till she begs to focus. No more half-assin'."

Liam nodded eagerly, leaning in.

"Yeah, and if she sasses? Make her earn it... slapping, finger her or whatever, get her close but no cum till she earns it. Builds discipline. Like trainin' a dog, but... hotter."

He grinned, all teeth, the childish glee from earlier twisted darker now.

Mike exhaled sharply, the whiskey sloshing as he set the glass down. Uncomfortable didn't cover it... his stomach knotted, a flicker of this is wrong battling the dark thrill pooling low. She's 18. Legal. And hell, the way she looked bent over... No. Slow. He was the adult here, the one holding the line.

"Boys, listen. That's... too much. She's family, not some porn stunt. We motivate... slaps if she slacks, supervision to keep her honest. But edging? Forced... whatever? Not yet. We build. Log it all, review evenings. If she's wet like that vid shows, fine... note it as 'progress.' Use it to push, but no breaking her. She's not a fucktoy. Yet." The word slipped out before Mike realized it.

"I… I mean… we shouldn't.", mike gave up.

Steven grined but said nothing.

"Fair. But inspections during uniform checks? Feel if she's 'motivated'? Keeps her honest."

Mike paused, the idea lodging like a hook. Brief ...

... feels. Just to gauge. His mind flashed to her over his knee, skirt hiked, fingers brushing that heat...

"OK, inspections, slaps to motivate her. Videos to document it. But no videos outside this house. Ever."

Liam and Steven nodded.

"We could make a log, too. Where we note her mistakes, slacks, backtalks anything.", Steven said.

"Oh, and we could note her arousal, too. Document her "progress", Liam added.

Mike listened to them and nodded then.

He grabbed a notepad from the counter, scribbling quick... the rules solidifying as he went, incorporating their poison but diluting it. Uniform standard. Duty schedule. The log. Job proof. Evaluation. By the time he finished, it was midnight, the list staring back like a contract from hell.

"I will give this Sarah tomorrow," he said, tearing off the page and folding it. "Breakfast meeting. She signs, or room-sharing starts Monday. And boys? This stays between us."

They nodded, smirks mirroring his own reluctant one, and filed out. Mike lingered, draining the glass, the vid's echo looping in his head. Slow. But yeah... it'll work.

I woke to the blare of my alarm, groggy and disoriented, my body a tangle of aches and sticky sheets. 7:05 AM. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, hitting my face like a slap. My tank top was twisted around my waist, one leg kicked free of the covers, and between my thighs... god, the dampness. I'd crashed hard after that story... Lea's bet turning into a full-on family free-for-all, her ...