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Measure of a Man Ch. 01

By: chiangku



The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

A few months after the incident with JJ Jacobs and his untimely but deserved death, the strong relationship between Charlene O'Reilly, Tad McDragough, and Kitty Douglas was showing signs of severe strain.

Before JJ had died, he had horribly abused Kitty under the auspices of being her Master, and it had taken direct intervention from Tad and Charlene along with the rest of the Seattle BDSM community to rescue the younger girl and bring her mind back to reality from the abused fantasy she had been living in.

Tragedy had stuck during these events. Charlene had been three months pregnant with Tad's baby when JJ had attacked her and Kitty. The unborn child had not survived the attack, dying by JJ's violence before he was shot by police brought to the scene.

Charlene mourned the loss of the tiny life growing inside her for weeks before she began to finally get on with her life. Tad had never left her side. The roguish Scotsman had been her rock to anchor to, even as she wavered between deep depression and anguish over the loss. Kitty had also been with her, always a shoulder to cry on, or be ready to receive her love and give comfort as needed.

Their good friends, Trisha and Jake McBride, had also been there to support them. Together, the four had managed to bring Charlene back to a sense of balance after such a terrible tragedy.

Charlene blamed herself for the loss of the child. Even though rationally, she knew that the insanity of the giant who had punched her in the stomach so violently as to break ribs and cause the miscarriage was to blame. It was her baby, she had been carrying for both her and Tad, and she had lost it.

Tad had not spoken openly of the event, he had cried in Jakes' arms at the station as the Police Captain had held him after the shooting. After that one breakdown, Tad had suppressed the entire incident, focusing on helping Charlene and supporting Kitty. Letting his own thoughts and emotions bury themselves in other avenues.

Tensions built in the once happy home, and Kitty knew something was up between her Mistress and Master, but was unable to stop what happened.

"I have to go." Charlene said while she packed a bag.

"Where are ye planning tae go, luv?" Tad asked her, his accent thick with the stress he was feeling.

"I don't know, Tad. Just away. I have to get away from here. I have to find myself again, so that I can come back to you. Back to me, and back for Kitty." She said, tears dampening her cheeks as she finished packing an overnight bag with her essentials.

"You will be returning then?" Tad asked quietly.

Charlene stopped and looked at him, then came to him and kissed him while her arms wrapped around him in a passionate hug that he had not felt in months.

"I love you so very much, my Scot. I am not leaving you. I must find myself so that I can heal. I need to do this on my own. I have to find a way past what has happened so that I can be the woman you love, and the person inside that I can love. I will be back. I just have to go, for now."

Tad turned so that she could not see his face, but Charlene knew he was hurting terribly. He went to the dresser and pulled out a small envelope which he handed to her.

"What is this?" She asked as she opened it, seeing a wrapped bundle of banknotes and a plastic card.

"Cash and a credit card. If ye need to go, Red. Then go, with all me love and me best wishes. I love you as much as I've loved any lass in me life, and I'll be here when ye do return. I'll always be here for ye."

Charlene's heart broke as she heard the words, she knew that Tad cared deeply for her and she gave back as good as she got with him. This was something she just had to do. She slipped the envelope into the pocket in the bag, zipped it up, then went to have a word with her submissive.

Tad and Kitty stood by the front door as the taxi drove away with Charlene sitting in the back seat. Neither of them waved, and as the taxi pulled out of sight, they turned and Kitty walked back into the house while Tad watched until he imagined the taxi had pulled onto the main road, then closed the door and leaned on it, just breathing.

He walked into the living room to find Kitty sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow that Charlene had often slept on when she had napped in the afternoons. As he came up to her, Kitty began to cry, then throwing the pillow aside, she leapt up and into Tad's arms, sobbing brokenly.

Tad held her, his own loss filling the void as he comforted the much younger girl, only 19, having gone through the gates of hell and back in such a short time. Charlene had been as a mother to her after a car accident a decade ago claimed her own parents. Now that mother was gone as well.

Tad eventually got Kitty calmed down enough that she was able to stand on her own, but he then scooped her up and laid her on the couch, bringing her a cool cloth for her face and a glass of Iced Tea, made his own special way. He was going to take care of this girl for as long as it took until Charlene returned.

Charlene's last words to them had been "Take care of each other. I will be back, I just have to do this." And then she was gone. Kitty was aimless, feeling more lost than before. She fingered the collar that she had been given by Tad and Charlene so long ago now, a beautiful piece of choker jewellery that symbolized the joint love between the three of them.

She was in a daze as Tad busied himself in the kitchen, obediently she got up and sat with him as they ate a meal that neither of them tasted much, then they both went and sat in the hot tub and watched the sun go down. Not touching, but not far apart either.

Kitty began to yawn and Tad got up, then lifted her out of the softly bubbling water, and wrapping a large towel around her naked body, took her into the bed with him. They laid there most of the night, Kitty holding onto him tightly, but neither of them sleeping much, lost in their own thoughts.

The bond was broken, but it began to heal slowly. Tad continued to do his routine every day, Kitty drifted, not feeling up to doing much of anything, she spent most of her days sitting on the wide wooden deck, watching the sun rise, and then watching it set.

Kitty sat naked, letting the suns' rays strike her body as she sat cross-legged on the deck. This part of the deck was wrapped in smokey glass so nobody outside could see her exposure, but Kitty didn't care right now. She sat, feeling the kiss of warmth on her skin, lost in her own thoughts and feelings.

She refused to take care of herself, Tad tended to make a meal for them both, and would have to bodily walk her to the table and make her eat, and he also showered with and bathed her, she was just a living statue, very numb and limp. She would follow his lead, but when he did not lead her, she would peel off whatever clothing she had on, and go and sit on the sundeck again.

She was a submissive, she had been slave to so many men before Charlene had taken action and had collared her to keep her safe. JJ had beaten her so badly and had so deeply convinced her that he was her sun and her moon that Kitty had been willing to take daily abuse from him in return for scant signs of affection. It had taken Tad and Charlene making her submit to them with love and affection to break through that wall and they had finally gotten her to think rationally again.

Tad cared, deeply, about both her and Charlene. She knew that he loved her Mistress with all his heart, and that he loved her too, but not in the same way. She knew he cared, because he was always watching her, she had a glass of Iced Tea sitting beside her all day long, silently being refilled and refreshed multiple times as he went about his own business, but never far from her.

Part of her wanted to run, but Charlene had said to take care of each other. Kitty couldn't even take care of herself right now, let alone their Master. She sighed, and felt the weight crushing down on her slim shoulders as she tried to reconcile the responsibilities and expectations of what Take Care actually meant.

Did Charlene want her to fuck him? She had helped many times when they had been intimate, and Kitty had felt Master's hard cock in her own pussy quite a bit, but never without Mistress being there. Did she want them just to be close, and be there for each other, to be a happy family and wait while she went and did whatever had to be done to heal from the loss she had suffered. Kitty had no idea, and it made her head hurt.

"I HATE THIS!" Kitty screamed, picking up the glass and throwing it so it smashed against the glass pane and shattered into a mess of wet glitter at the base of the pane.

She turned and stormed up to Tad, raising her fists, she tried to attack him, but was swiftly held fast while she raged at him.

"You needed to stop her!"

"She is free, Kitty. Just as you are."

"You Are Master, you are in control. Control this!"

"Aye lass, I do control. But I don't stop you from being free."

"I Am Your Slave. I submitted to you. Damn you, Own me!" Kitty snarled, then breaking a wrist free, slapped Tad as hard as she could, then fled to the couch where she curled up into a sobbing ball.

Tad stood for a moment, thinking about what had just occurred, and quickly processing through the events. Charlene had said to take care of Kitty. Kitty was a submissive and had thrived under Charlene's tight control. Even as Charlene was not a real Domme, she had become one to keep Kitty safe, and had grown into the role. Charlene was not here, it was just him and Kitty, and she still needed that control. Tad really had no choice but to apply it with her.

He had always been so gentle with the younger girl, never wanting her to have a flashback or recall the abuse she had suffered under JJ's thumb. Even when he had disciplined her, it had been with Charlene there so that Kitty could rationally think that this was as Mistress wanted.

Tad walked up to the couch, and sitting down, pulled a struggling Kitty face down across his lap and began to soundly spank her. No words were spoken, nothing needed to be said. Kitty lay across his lap, feeling her bottom beginning to throb and then burn from the attention as Tad slapped her seat all over with his firm hand. They did not stop for a long time, and Kitty finally slid off his lap to kneel in front of him, her bottom a solid mass of red and on fire, her face streaming tears as she cried out her own hurt and loss, then she looked up at Master and saw much the same thing. He was also crying.

She swiftly stood and sat on his lap, arms around him as she comforted her Master. The man who had saved her so long ago and who had given her and Mistress so much love. He was hurting, and Kitty could not stop that, but she could, in her own way, take care of him, as Mistress had told her.

How long they sat there, Kitty kneeling over his lap and holding him, Tad holding her as they both cried quietly, neither of them knew. When did it progress from comfort to a form of passion, neither of them was quite sure either. The comfort gave way to caress, and the caress became more intimate, then Kitty kissed him, and Tad returned the kiss. Kitty rose, and taking him by the hand, led Tad to the bedroom, her bright red bottom a beacon to him as the young submissive guided her Master in one of the few ways she really understood, how to take care of each other.

They did not fuck, they did not make love, they just held each other. Tad would not allow himself to betray Charlene by using Kitty that way, even as the girl was more than willing, Tad was not, his sense of honour was far too strong to take advantage of a willing Kitty without Charlene being there.

He allowed her to pleasure him orally, and he returned that same pleasure to her, but there was no penetration of his cock into her pussy. That did not happen. Kitty happily swallowed his seed that first night, and then contented, she slept curled up with her Master, and Tad slept also, not quite as content as Kitty, but somewhat more at ease because she was settled.

The days slowly turned into weeks. Patterns developed. New patterns that worked for the two lost souls. Without Charlene as the third leg of their pyramid, things were strained, but they worked themselves out. Most of the time Kitty would silently fume, then blow up without warning, provoking Tad into giving her seat a solid roasting. Most nights they would sleep together, Kitty often giving him pleasure as a good submissive is wont to do, sometimes receiving intense pleasure back from his lips and tongue, other times, happy just to take care of him in the way she knew best.

Tad kept a close eye on Charlene's progress as the credit card was used. He ensured the funds on the card were always topped up, so she never had to worry, and tracked the usage across the country. She travelled widely, mostly buying tickets on the Greyhound and going to major cities, then tickets were bought at parks and exhibits. She spent nights in motels and some hostels as well, so she was probably backpacking her way around, Tad reasoned.

Tad began to imbibe in alcohol to deaden his frayed nerves. Not a lot to begin with, a casual drink here and there. The need grew though, and within a week he was downing most of a bottle of Whiskey a day, losing the ability to sexually perform, which left Kitty feeling even more lost as she could no longer give him pleasure, and with alcohol surging through him, Tad began to edge towards danger as he began to have flare-ups and rages she had no idea how to even begin to control.

One day, Tad awoke to an odd feeling. The house was too quiet. Kitty was gone. He walked around, her clothes were still there, but she had taken a few things, and she was not in the house. Tad sat down, watching the coffee brew, and thoughts of Siobhan came to him, mostly unbidden.

Siobhan Stuart. The woman who Tad had fallen for more than fifteen years past, when he was on the crest of the art wave in Scotland. As an artist on the rising wave of populist impressionism that London wanted so badly, his work was in the highest demand. His bank accounts were rapidly filling up as his works were sold and resold for staggering amounts of money.

Lovely Siobhan, a crest of russet curly hair topping a pale face that had expressive blue eyes that looked like twin icicles and could see right through his soul. A thin body with twin conical breasts that were topped by pale pink nipples and the slightest differing shade of aureola. Her pussy crowned by a thick moss of russet hair that had felt like silk to Tad as they had made love so many times.

She was an Art Dealer, one of many who made the journey from London to Glasgow to visit with the talented but reclusive McDragough. She alone had caught his eye, and she had caught his lust, then engorged it to a bright flame of desire that she welcomed with open legs and lusty couplings.

They had been together for some months before he had proposed to her. Siobhan had accepted and within a few short weeks they had married. Little did Tad know what was to come. Within the span of six months, Siobhan was pregnant, then she had an affair, and then she vanished from his life, without a word, and without the baby that he had been looking forward to.

Tad had learned she had gotten an abortion in the second trimester, after she had left him. She had killed their unborn child, and had returned to her life in London without a backward glance. Divorce papers came swiftly, she wanted nothing, it was just over.

Broken, distraught, Tad had descended into Whiskey and rages. Smashing his studio, then smashing his car as he drove drunk on slippery roads. He walked away from the accident with just a few cuts and bruises, and wandered aimlessly until he came across the house of one of his friends from before.

Terry took one look at the broken man at his door and took Tad into his house to rebuild him. With the help of his wife, Terry brought Tad back to earth, then helped him to regain balance by reminding him of the Tai Chi experiences they had both learned years before in school.

Tad had recovered his senses, and his balance, and then began to regain his life, but Scotland no longer had good memories for him. He departed from Terry and his wife, and within a week had left the country, never to return.

Terry never got the name, but knew that the mortgage on his house that had been paid in full was a gift from Tad, and always did his best to keep tabs on the younger man as he did his own travelling, and was happy to see him stop in Seattle, and then stop moving. Maybe Tad would find peace or solace there.

Tad had not thought about Siobhan, Terry, or anybody from the Old Country for years now. The feelings were still there though, the loss, the sadness. He was being left alone to deal with and handle a tragedy that did not need to happen.

Kitty drove carefully, even with eyes full of tears, she was alert and mindful of the road conditions. She would pull off and cry a bit, then put the Sportage back into gear and drive a little more before having to stop again. She knew where she was going, she just hoped to God they were home.

She pulled up in front of the small house that had been her home for a few months before, and saw one car was parked, so somebody was home. She got out of her Kia and walked up to the door, tentatively knocked, but heard no response. She knocked louder, and heard something. Within a few moments, the door opened, and Kitty collapsed into Trisha's surprised arms as the Haitan woman who was Charlene's best friend suddenly had arms full of an emotionally broken submissive.

Trisha half-carried Kitty inside and closing the door, tried to get her to sit, only to have Kitty collapse on the floor, crying and sobbing brokenly. Trisha could not get anything out of her, except that Kitty looked to be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress. She pulled Kitty into the bathroom and ran a bath with as hot of water as she could stand, knowing that the external warmth would help the girl, and as Kitty half-stood, she felt Trisha stripping her clothes off, then was put into a bath of very hot water that although it stung, felt so good.

She sat there, then was pushed down by gentle hands until only her head and neck were above the water, supported by a rolled towel behind her, and she sat, Trisha gently washing her face with a cloth, just letting the heat soak into her as she continued to shed tears and cry. At some point, Kitty was aware that Jake had come home, and she could see through her peripheral vision, the very tall black man who she was partially hooked on but who's heart was solidly owned by Trisha was close, but not intruding on this moment that she needed with Trisha.

Kitty finally came back to herself and looked at Trisha who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching her, hands gently caressing her face and stroking her hair.

"Charlene is gone." She finally croaked.

"Shhh, I know, Kitty." Trisha replied.

"She told you?" Kitty asked.

"I'm her best friend. We talk about everything. I know she's gone. She is also going to return. You're not handling this well, are you, love?" Trisha said, gently stroking Kitty's hair.

"No. I need her. I miss her. I can't even help Master, he's as lost as I am and he's getting scary." Kitty said, then began to cry again.

"Did he hurt you?" Trisha asked, looking up at Jake who was standing in the doorway, listening.

"No, no. Nothing Like that. I don't think he could hurt me even if he tried. He's far too gentle. But, he's lost. He's begun to drink a lot of whisky, and I don't know how to help him because I can't even help me." Kitty explained through a few more sobs. 


Measure of a Man Ch. 01



She then looked at her hands, and noticed they were beginning to wrinkle.

"Miss Trisha?" she said.

"Yes, Kitty." Trisha replied.

"May I get out of the bath before I become a prune?" Kitty asked her.

Trisha and Jake laughed as Kitty allowed a small smile to cross her lips, then she was being helped out of the bath and wrapped in a ginormous fluffy towel that was more like a bedsheet and it was wrapped so thoroughly around her it became like a dress or a wrap. Despite Kitty's meek protests, Jake then lifted her up and carried her to their bed and she was laid down, with Trisha sitting on the bed beside her as Jake went off to make some herbal tea.

"You'd best start at your beginning, Kitty. So we can get the lay of the land so to speak. Jake and I knew we'd be needed at some point, but we need to know what's going on before we go into a potential war zone." Trisha said, holding onto Kitty's hand as she lay there, feeling warm and cozy, and safe again.

Kitty told her about Charlene's leaving, her and Tad going to bed that night, but him not touching her, then the feelings of loss and her rage that had earned her, finally, a hard spanking from her Master, but still, no intimacy the way she expected it. She told Trisha about the oral sex they had enjoyed, but how it left her very unfulfilled, even as a part of her enjoyed serving Master that way. She let Trisha know that Tad was probably drinking his pain away even as she talked, and she was worried, because he had begun to get angry and was prone to violence, not against her, but she was afraid it might progress there, and that it reminded her of JJ.

Somehow, during the telling of her tale, Kitty was unwrapped and put under the duvet so she was warm and in bed, Trisha was naked and in bed with her, and Kitty found herself enveloped in warm coffee coloured breasts and arms that made her feel physically and emotionally safe.

She fell asleep, being held and cuddled by Trisha and did not even stir when the older woman slid out of the bed to go and be with her man as he was in the kitchen busy making them a meal.

"What do you think, love?" He asked as she sashayed up to him and planted a kiss on his lips as his arms enfolded her curvy naked waist.

"I think, my tall dark man, that we are going over there tomorrow and we are going to begin rebuilding this family unit so that Charlene will have something to come home to." Trisha said, leaning back against her man as his arms crossed in front of her, one to gently cup a breast as the other, fingers splayed, pressed against her stomach.

Kitty came back to the house with Trisha and Jake the next day to find the place a mess, and Tad passed out on the couch, two empty bottles of Scotch lying beside him.

"Oh God, no." Trisha said as she looked around, nose curling at the strong smell of alcohol. Jake shook his head, then leaned down and helped Tad to his feet.

"Come on, Sir Dragon. We need to get you back on your feet." He said, then helped the other man into the bathroom while Kitty got the shower going. Both Kitty and Trisha stripped and washed Tad, then got him cleaned up and tucked into bed while Jake got the mess cleaned up and a pot of coffee brewing.

The difficult part was keeping an eye on Tad. He woke up that night while the other three were sleeping, and drank a fifth of whiskey on the deck. Trisha woke to find him sitting on the deck, bleary-eyed, shivering in the cold, and had to almost fight with him to pull the bottle from his fingers.

Part of him knew what they were trying to do, but the sense of loss was just overwhelming. Charlene was gone, Siobhan was gone, he had lost two babies, and his life was a wreck. The three of them began to take shifts, making sure somebody was always awake to ensure Tad could not slip out to get his hands on Whiskey until they could sober him up enough to begin to see straight.

For Kitty this was the most difficult. She could not shift out of her own submissive mode, even to take care of Master and be firm with him. So she ended up being the one on who's watch he managed to get alcohol, because she just couldn't fight him. Luckily, Jake was not a heavy sleeper, and Kitty's crying woke him and he was more than a match for the angry and drunk Scotsman who he managed to subdue and then get back to bed to sleep it off.

Four days after the drunk began, Tad was finally back in a rational state and sitting around the table with the other three, he began to look somewhat like himself again.

"Any idea where Charlene is, Tad?" Jake asked softly as Tad finished his fourth cup of coffee and Kitty went to fill it for him.

"Phoenix. A ticket on the hound was bought to there a couple of days ago. Last time I had checked." Tad replied, then thanked Kitty with a murmured word and a slight smile that brought butterflies to her stomach as the old Master came out, just for a moment.

"Well we're moving back in, until this mess sorts itself out." Trisha said.

"I dinna ken your help, We're just going through a rough patch right now." Tad objected.

"I dinna think the Scotsman heard us correctly." Jake said with a decent approximation of Tad's accent. "It was not a choice, friend. We are moving back in."

"Aye." Tad said with a sigh. "Ye always did know how to help, Jake. You and Trisha are good friends, and yon Kitty needs all the help she can get. I'll be fine though."

"Tadius Ewan McDragough, don't you dare try to bullshit me." Trisha said, leaning over the table to take Tad's hands in her own and gripping them tightly enough to make him wince so that he had to meet her eyes.

"Charlene has gone off to God knows where. Kitty is drifting without an anchor, and you are getting sodded on malt whiskey. You do not, you would not dare to tell me you are fine. Sir Dragon. Now you best shape up, or I will go Domme all over your Scottish ass." Trisha said, fire flashing in her eyes as she ensured Tad understood just how serious she was about this entire situation.

Tad nodded, and once Trisha let go of his hands, drank most of the cup of cooling coffee in front of him as he tried to get his thoughts together.

"Jake will be here and gone, he's on call right now so he'll be off when they call him in, but it's as required, not full on right now. You need us a lot more than the Seattle PD does. I'm not even worrying about work at this time, Kitty was so distraught when she came to us it took an hour in a hot bath to calm her down enough to even talk. Tad, you're scaring her in some ways worse than JJ ever did." Trisha said, holding Kitty's hand as she spoke.

"I dinna mean to be worrying anybody, Trisha. I feel the loss and I be hurting. What do I do?" Tad asked, then got up and walked over to the enclosed deck where he stood, watching the sun drifting down towards the edge of the treeline as afternoon began to segue into nighttime.

"Charlene said she would be back, right?" Jake said, putting a hand on Tad's shoulder as he stood there with his own cup in his other hand.

Tad nodded and finished his coffee, then looked into the empty mug with a forlorn look like it was a picture of a long lost puppy.

"Then for her sake, you better keep it together." Jake finished. "What would Charlene say if she came through the door right now?"

Tad snorted. "She'd call me a bloody fool, among other things."

"Then you'd better not disappoint her, Tad. She will be coming back, and you said you'd be here waiting for her. Do you want her to come back to a loving partner who is ready to get on with life, or a drunken mess who is feeling sorry for himself?" Trisha said from the table.

"I'm no feeling sorry for meself, Trisha." Tad snapped.

"Then what is wrong with you?" Jake said, taking Tad by both shoulders.

"This is all happening over again. I dinna ken I can take it twice in me life." Tad said, beginning to shake. Jake got him to sit down on the carpeted step before he fell, and sat with him while Kitty and Trisha came to sit on the couch close by.

"What happened before?" Trisha asked quietly.

"I was married before, back in Glasgow." Tad said, then his voice trailed off. Just as Trisha was going to to prompt him, he continued. "Her name was Siobhan. She was lovely, the girl of me dreams. We fit well together, and things were wonderful. I loved her. I loved the lass with all me heart. I never loved anybody like that before, and nobody since, until Charlene." Tad explained softly.

Kitty got up and replaced his cup with a fresh coffee, then sat on the floor in front of him, her hands gently resting on his shins as she listened quietly.

"Siobhan got herself pregnant. I thought she wanted the babe, she seemed so happy. Then she was gone, and it happened so fast. She managed to get herself an abortion, and hooked up with another man back in London. I never saw her again. The divorce was done by post." He finished, then took a long draught of the hot coffee.

"She didn't take anything from you?" Trisha asked quietly.

"Nay. She divorced me clean, and went back to her earlier life. I was just a memory to her, one that was already fading." He almost whispered.

"Tad?" Trisha said, then waited until he looked at her.

"Consider this, if you would. The babe may not have been yours." Trisha told him quietly.

Tad narrowed his eyes, that thought had never entered his mind, in all the time that he had thought about things, this was a twist that he had never even considered.

"Why would you say that?" He finally asked.

"A woman who drops a partner that quickly, has an abortion and then just goes back to a former life. I may be off base with this, but my gut says she had something to hide, Tad. I think it was another man's child." Trisha said, then got off the chair and also sat on the floor, taking Kitty into her arms so the younger woman was held even as she continued to rest her hands on Tad's shins.

"You never talked to her again?" Jake asked him.

Tad shook his head. "Once the divorce was final, I lost my bearings, was brought back by my friend Terry, then I began to travel, and ended up here, just less than two years ago."

"I'm glad you're here, Master." Kitty whispered.

Tad smiled and took her hands in his, the first sign of real affection she'd seen in more than a week. "I am glad for you as well, pretty Kitty. You are the reason that I got Charlene."

He sighed and his gaze went glassy as he looked into the distance.

"She will come back, Master. Mistress did not abandon us. I know she didn't leave me." Kitty said, pleading with him with her teary eyes and her words.

"Jake, take Kitty and give her what she needs. I'm going to take care of this man." Trisha said, getting to her feet and handing Kitty off to the off-duty policeman who she was enamoured with.

"You got it, love. Let me know if you need anything." Jake said, always of a good nature when it came to intimacy. The two of them had been together for a number of years and as they were always fully open, no jealousy or issue ever came up. They were a stable and happy couple.

Trisha stood watching Tad as Jake led Kitty out of the living room and off to the deck where they were soon sitting in the hot tub enjoying each others' company and Jake was working magic with his fingers to relax the 19 year old as she cuddled up to him. 

"Tad, come with me." Trisha said softly. Tad slowly rose and allowed for Trisha to lead him off to the master bedroom, then into the large en suite where she fired up the jacuzzi while he stood listlessly.

She undressed him quickly, then sat him in the jacuzzi and while he watched, she shed her own clothing to reveal her coffee cream coloured body to him. Trisha was about 5'4", C cup breasts on a slim waist, an ample and wide bottom, and long curly blonde hair that was just above her waist. She kept her pubes trimmed down to a soft fleece, much like Charlene did. The two women had known each other since they were 12, and were the same age. They had been best friends for ever, and Trisha had supported Charlene through the difficult phases of bringing up Kitty after her parents had been killed.

Tad watched as Trisha stepped into the jacuzzi, then planted herself on his lap, facing him.

"I know what you be trying to do, Trisha. I promised meself I won't do anybody else until Charlene returns." He said, but did not resist her placing his hands on her breasts, and he did not move his hands from their new handhold either.

"I am Charlene's best friend, Sir Tad. She and I have been through the sexual Olympics together, and I know how she likes her men. She has suffered a very personal loss, and she feels terribly guilty right now. I also know that she will return to you. She has to find her own way through this and she will. You miss her. That is fine. Missing somebody is normal. Getting yourself sodden drunk and passing out on your couch, not so good."

Tad could feel her hands busy caressing him and stroking his cock, but wasn't sure if he was able to respond, so he put it out of his mind. He knew that she was trying to help, and God knows he needed help right now.

Tad slipped his hands off her breasts and onto her hips, which earned him an immediate frown. "Did I say you could take your hands away, Sir Dragon? You put them back right now." Trisha said lightly, but with a firmness to her voice that Tad obeyed. His hands returned to her breasts and he cupped them, lightly caressing her nipples as they began to rise.

Trisha leaned in and kissed him firmly. "I do not care what your thoughts are, or what you think Charlene would do or say. I know what she wants, Tad. I have known that girl for more than twenty years. She does not expect you to be celibate, nor does she expect you to drown in a pool of whiskey and vomit. She said she would be back for you, and by God, you will be waiting for her." Trisha finished, then slid home, driving her hips down so that Tad's erect cock slipped up into her warm pussy.

Tad was in no shape to resist, and Trisha's warm tight pussy was not long in milking him of his orgasm. But she was not done. She took him to bed, got him ready for action again, then proceeded to seduce him into another strong orgasm that wiped him out and left him sleeping soundly as she carefully got up and padded out to sit in the kitchen, naked on one of the stools, a mug of hot coffee in her hands, and a cellphone sitting beside her.

"You doing OK?" Jake asked quietly as he came up beside her, just in a pair of shorts. Trisha turned and kissed her man with a smile. "Things are so messed up here, Jake. I'm doing fine. Tad needs that feeling, he needs to know he is wanted, and Kitty is just not able to do it for him, she's too much into the sub to be a proper replacement for Charlene."

"I didn't think we were looking to replace Charlene." Jake said as he poured himself a coffee and sat beside her on a stool.

"I worded that wrong. Kitty can give him the physical comfort, but he needs the emotional support. That man has been burned so badly, and part of him thinks Charlene won't come back to him." Trisha said, then her phone began to buzz. She looked at Jake, then picked up the phone and had a brief conversation.

"How is she?" Jake asked as Trisha clicked the End Call button and put the phone back on the counter.

"Charlene is doing as well as can be expected, love. She is safe, she is doing the things she never had a chance to do, and it sounds like she is finding herself again. She will probably be back in a few more weeks. We just have to keep these two functioning until she comes home." She said, then stood, finished her coffee, then gave her man a passionate kiss.

"Can you live without me in your bed for a few days?" She asked him.

"For Charlene and Tad - I'll even give it a week, love." Jake said with a wry smile and a firm slap to her bottom. They parted company to share beds with the two people who mattered to Charlene the most, and who desperately needed the company that could be freely offered without hangups or restrictions.



Measure of a Man Ch. 02



After Charlene's abrupt departure, Trisha and Jake have stepped up to help the two lost souls that are Tad and Kitty to main some sense of stability while they wait upon the third part of their pyramid to return.

Tad found Trisha to be more than a match for him. She could out-talk him, and out-manoeuvre him so that even if he began thinking dark thoughts, she had already been a step ahead and was distracting him either with Kitty, herself, or something else. Constantly keeping him active so he was not able to dwell on events.

She also put her foot down, and is no uncertain terms, told the both of them to stop screwing around and go to bed properly. Trisha did not mince words, simply propelling Tad and Kitty into the main bedroom and then pushing them both onto the bed, then glaring at them, said "I am tired of seeing the two of you mope around. Jake and I can only do so much. Tad, you are this girl's Master. Take her to bed and fuck her. She needs to know you still give a damn about her, and you better, or I'll be dealing with you later. Now get to it or do I need to sit down and give you pointers?"

"Not the most glamourous way to start a seduction, Miss Trisha." Kitty said with a nervous giggle.

Trisha took Kitty's hand and put it on Tad's soft cock. "Do what you both need to do. What your bodies want to do, and get on with it before I have to put both of you across my lap for a paddling."

She then turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Tad and Kitty looked at each other, then Kitty dropped her eyes and they both giggled. For Kitty hearing him laugh was music to her ears.

"I do not want to go across Miss Trisha's lap, Master. Not for a spanking. I think she'll be even harder than Mistress is to my bottom." Kitty said as her hand began to gently massage Tad's cock so that it began to respond to her ministrations.

"I also dinna ken to feel her hand across my bottom. I think she ken do as she says, little Kitty." Tad replied, then leaned over and kissed the younger girl.

"Master?" Kitty asked as their lips separated.

"Yes, lass?" Tad replied.

"Don't romance me. That's for you and Mistress. Take me. Make me yours, give me the pleasure that you feel I deserve and that you wish to give me. Please, I am your submissive, not your partner. Please yourself and that will please me. Use me for your needs."

Tad leaned back and looked at her, at a loss for words or actions. In some ways this all felt surreal as Charlene was not here and he never considered having to do or be with Kitty without Charlene's presence.

Kitty took some initiative as she knew this was supposed to happen, plus, she had little desire to get punished by Trisha for failing to be a good sub for her, so she slipped to her knees in front of Tad and gently began to kiss and lick his half-erect cock as her eyes watched his face.

Tad remained still, very unsure of what to do, but allowing Kitty to pleasure him and fulfil the needs she felt had to be fulfilled. His mind was still in turmoil over the events, he was very unsure of whether this was the right thing to do, but the choices were rapidly being taken from him as desire began to flare.

Kitty took him into her mouth and began to lick and suckle his rising hardness as her fingers caressed his thighs and lower stomach, Tad gasped as the desire surged in him and he rose to full rampancy without further ado.

He pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed, Kitty spreading her legs as he settled between her thighs and then she gasped as he pushed into her pussy, not as wet as she normally was, but this was a different coupling than before. She allowed for Master to use her, as this was for him much more than her own needs.

Tad slid into the girl, feeling her tightness envelop him as he pushed fully into her with one steady move, then lay on her, Kitty putting her hands on his shoulders, and wrapping her legs around his strong thighs so that he had full access to her depths.

He began to fuck her, thrusting steadily, beginning to pound into her hungry pussy as Kitty gasped and moaned under his weight and strength. She focused on giving him as much pleasure as she could, doing her best to clench her inner muscles as he thrust into her and gripping him with her hands to let her nails lightly bite into his strong shoulders so that he could feel the contact as Tad fucked her solidly.

She could feel an orgasm coming,but was unsure whether it was a good or a bad thing as Tad continued to pound her pussy with his hard cock. Kitty knew that when she came for Master she generally passed out, and this might not be such a good time, so she began to try and focus on orgasm control, which was mostly pointless as his cock knew her body better than she did and she could feel the orgasm building without delay.

"Master..." She managed to gasp as he continued to push his hard cock in and out of her now much wetter pussy.

"Aye, lass." Tad replied, slowing down so he could focus on what she had to say.

"I am going to cum, may I cum for you?" She managed to gasp, almost on the edge already as she spoke the words.

Tad slipped out of her and rolled her onto her side, then slid deep into her from behind as his arms wrapped around and held her tightly.

"Nay lass, you cum with me, that is what I desire." He said as he began to pound her from this new position which Kitty had little choice in as her body began to erupt. She let out an almost silent scream as her mind exploded under the burst of pleasure, feeling him spraying inside her as Tad also came, knowing that Master did care, that her pleasure was important, and that he was able to give her that which she also needed, his touch.

About ten minutes later, Trisha came back into the room and pulled the covers up over the sleeping pair, making sure they were both covered properly, then she kissed them both on the cheek as they lay together, Tad's arms like steel bars holding Kitty against him while they both slept like the dead. She looked at them both sleeping and nodded, this was good.

Kitty began to shadow him, which was different for her as she had focused on Mistress so much she only just knew about her Master, but had not been able or in some ways willing to really get to know him. When he rose around 4am to start his day, she was up not long afterwards, very quiet, just like him, making sure he knew she was up, but not getting in his way, just being there.

He made her coffee along with his own, and then she sat and watched him do his exercises which he had neglected for a few weeks, then when he went to have a shower, Kitty was there to wash him and she pleasured him in the shower, taking his cum down her throat as she sucked him fiercely in the pouring hot cascade of water.

By the time the sun rose, Kitty was sitting on a stool beside Tad out in his workshop as he walked around one of his prized motorbikes, looking at it from all angles as he decided whether or not he would begin work on it.

This bike had not been touched in four months. This was the bike he had ridden at maniacal speed down the I90 when JJ had attacked Charlene and Kitty that fateful day. It showed the damage from his park job, when he laid it on it's side at 20 mph then leapt off it to run into the store while the bike slid to crunch against a concrete bulwark.

He noted the deep scratches in the metal frame, the bent exhaust and manifolds, damage to the wheels and cross-bars. A lot of work would have to be done to get this back to top condition. Might just be easier to go and buy another one and just scrap this unit.

He drank some coffee, then put the mostly empty mug back on the counter, Kitty slipped out to come back with a fresh cup, then sat back on her stool and watched him again, fascinated by the way Master worked. She had never paid that much attention to how he actually did what it was he did. She could see his mind working through problems, solving puzzles as he figured out what was needed, then he pulled out a tool kit, and began the job of tearing down the entire bike into it's parts so that he could begin repairing it.

By lunch time, he had stripped all the damaged parts off the Hayabusa and they were all laid out on the floor, ready to be buffed, scoured, cleaned, and repainted.

He washed his hands, then taking Kitty by the arm, firmly walked her back to the main house where they had lunch with Trisha. Kitty was not used to being up at 4am and was looking very tired, so Tad told her to go for a nap, which the girl resisted, and that earned her a brief spanking upon her bared bottom, and then she was put to bed with Tad beside her as he also felt a bit tired.

He also fell asleep shortly thereafter and Trisha kept an eye on them, letting them rest as they both slept, Kitty curled up against him as Tad dozed, sitting up in the bed, pillows around him.

By the time they woke, Jake had returned from his shift and everybody had a chance to sit and talk about their day and the news of their experiences. Dinnertime came, and Tad cooked up a meal of roasted chicken, fresh vegetables and rice noodles with a mild satay sauce which was enjoyed and commented on by everybody.

Surprisingly, Tad was the first to call it a night, and went to his bed alone. Kitty wanted to follow, but with Jake there, she was torn, until Jake simply took the initiative, took the girl with him, fucked her soundly, then told her to have a shower and go to bed with her Master before she lost the chance.

Not too long afterwards, it was just Jake and Trisha again, the other two soundly asleep.

"Good thing she's on Norplant. I'd have planted half a dozen seeds in that pussy otherwise." Jake said with a small grin as he sat enjoying a coffee with his woman.

"She does seem hooked on you, love." Trisha said, cuddling into his strong embrace as they sat on the couch together.

"I don't think she's hooked on me, sweetheart. I think it's the idea of having sex with somebody who will control her, and being able to lose yourself in that control, but not get hurt. I take charge, and she follows along. It's different with me from Tad, he's fairly passive, I'm active. Kitty needs both."

Trisha put down her mug and turned in his arms to give him a smooth kiss, then nuzzled his neck, before resting her head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to trade me in on the younger model, Jake?"

He laughed. "Not on my life, love. Kitty is a distraction, but not my lover. Nor is she my partner. That job is totally filled by you, in every way." He then kissed her back, and before long, they were pulling clothes away and fucking on the couch, bringing each other to a good comfortable orgasm and then laying together in post-coital bliss, just enjoying the company.

The next morning, Kitty woke alone, and saw that it was past 7. Master would be far and into his routine, and she had overslept. She rose and had a quick shower, then went in search of Tad, she found him in his workshop, and as she came in, he looked up at her and smiled, a genuine smile that she returned, then he put down the wrench and held out an arm, and she almost ran to him to cuddle in the embrace.

She could feel his strong fingers holding her to him, and also could feel his semi-erect cock making it's presence felt. She normally pleasured him in their morning shower, but she had failed him as she had been a lazy slut and had overslept.

Kitty looked into Tad's face, then she kissed him on the cheek and whispered "I am sorry for sleeping late, Master."

He laughed and with a squeak, Kitty was lifted up to sit on a counter so she was at the same level as Tad, his hands on her hips, only just covered by a thin dress that she wore. She was very aware of his hands, fingers gently rubbing her hips, and she slipped close to the edge of the counter, still looking at him as she then bent one leg, raising it so the dress slipped up to reveal she was not wearing panties.

"Master?" she whispered again.

"Aye, lass?" Tad replied, his hands gently rubbing her now naked hips under the thin dress.

"I have been a bad girl, you need to punish my lazy ass, and then you need to fuck me. I need to learn to be better for you." Kitty whispered, finally dropping her gaze to look down at his stomach and the pronounced tent in his trousers.

Tad moved slightly away from her and Kitty was again helped back down to her feet, then turned around and with a firm hand between her shoulders, found herself bent over the workbench with the short dress lifted up to rest on her back, baring her bottom to Master's eyes and other parts.

She sucked in her breath as she felt Master's hands roam all over her spankable bottom, then with a sharp gasp, she felt his hand slap her firmly, leaving a sting, then the other cheek felt the same thing. Kitty's punishment spanking had begun.

Not really that much of a spanking, she noted a bit later, as Master slid his hard cock into her more than wet pussy. Her bottom stung, to be sure, but she could feel it was maybe pink, not really red, and there was no real burn to it. She was still bent over, so she pushed her bottom back to meet his forward thrusts and felt him slide all the way into her he began to take his slave and use her for his needs.

After a bit, he pulled out and turned her, then lifted her and impaled her on his cock, Kitty wrapped her legs around Master as his cock slipped deeply into her, her own weight allowing it to slide in deep, then she was pressed up against the wall and Master fucked her solidly.

He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear, and Kitty responded with her own lips, kissing and licking his face as he fucked her solidly. She felt a small O hit and wriggled, feeling her pussy tighten around his steadily moving cock as her body gave her a bit of a release but she remained focused on Master. He needed this, and she would give it to him.

Trisha had said that Master needed to be completed, and that Kitty needed to do her best to do that until Charlene returned. Kitty was finally in the right frame of mind to do this, so she did her best to give him what he needed as his cock drove home into her wetness.

Kitty could feel him sliding in and out of her, was very aware of his hands holding her up so she did not fall, of the hard wall behind her, adding some support, and of the light sting still in her bottom when her lower back pressed against the wall as his thrusts drove her back, then pulled her forward.

He lifted and turned her again so that she was sitting on the workbench where she had been lightly spanked only minutes before, and as she settled, making sure her legs remained wrapped around him, Master began to fuck her harder, and she could feel his cock begin to swell. He was close.

He gasped and Kitty bit his ear lightly as she felt his cock spurt, then he was groaning and she felt what seemed like a fountain of cum erupt from his cock into her wet pussy, splashing and filling her up in a manner she had not felt before with Master. She held on tight until she felt him begin to soften and then she finally allowed for a kiss on his lips, and pressed against him in a full body kiss and a whispered "Thank you, Master." against his lips.

Tad stepped backwards, his softening cock slipping out from Kitty's wet pussy, followed by a bubble of his seed as it slipped from between her lips before her thighs closed around her pussy full of his cum. She waited for him to pull up his pants and make himself decent before she hopped down from the bench and with a light kiss on his cheek, went out of his workshop and back to the main house to clean up.

Trisha was in the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee when Kitty came in with a wide grin on her face. Trisha looked at her and also smiled.

"You look like you got a full bowl of cream, Kitty. What have you been up to?"

"I got Master to fill me up this morning, Miss Trisha." Kitty replied.

"Did you now. How did you achieve that?" Trisha asked, handing her a cup of coffee and taking another for herself as she sat down at the kitchen nook.

"I was a lazy slut and slept in. He was already up and in his shed, so I went in there and told him to punish my lazy ass, then to fuck me. He did." Kitty smiled, sipping the hot coffee.

"How do you feel now?" Trisha asked her.

"Full, slippery, satisfied. I didn't think he'd ever stop cumming, and it felt good. It felt really good." Kitty said, still smiling. She finished her coffee, then watched Trisha as she sat down.

"Did I do wrong?" she asked, looking at Trisha's not so happy face.

"No, not at all." Trisha said with a smile. "Jake will just miss fucking you if you're getting more involved with your Master now."

Kitty giggled. "I'm not going to let go of Sir Jake's cock, as long as you are good with me enjoying him? I don't want to mess up your relationship, Miss Trisha."

Trisha leaned forward and kissed Kitty on her lips, letting her tongue dart between them just a little. "You won't. No mess in our future, except between your legs, girl." Trisha said, then with a smile, gave Kitty a light slap on her hip.

"Go get yourself a shower and get dressed, I think we'll go shopping today."

Kitty was up and off to the bathroom in a flash as Trisha made her way out to the workshop with a fresh mug of coffee for the Scotsman who was slowly coming back to himself.

Tad looked up with a wry grin as Trisha opened the door and came in, holding the mug in front of her as an offering. He took it and drank some, then put it on the counter and resumed pulling some of the panel work off the bike so he could get easier access to grind and buff out the damage.

"I'd like to kittynap your sub, Tad." Trisha said.

He grinned at the phrasing. "What you want to do, Trisha?"

"Take her shopping. Get her out of the house and back into a more normal routine. She used to go shop all the time. She is only 19, she's got to live a little as well." Trisha said, sitting on the stool that Kitty normally perched on.

"Aye, I agree." Tad said, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed her a credit card. "Go to town with her, lass. Let the girl enjoy herself, she does need it. You do as well."

"I don't need your money, Tad. This wasn't me asking you to pay for our shopping trip." Trisha said, but stopped as Tad pulled her to her feet, then with a surprised gasp, she was upended over his leg and Trisha felt his stiff hand slapping her skirted bottom four times very firmly.

He held her there, his hand squeezing her bottom through her skirt, then she heard. "I wasn't offering, Trisha. I am paying for your excursion. Do you want to argue with me any more?"

Trisha thought about it, breathing hard, then reached back and pulled her skirt up to reveal her bared bottom, only just covered in a slim thong that matched the lacy bra she was wearing under the loose blouse. "I think you better make sure that you can finish what you start, Scotsman."

Tad slammed his hand hard across Trisha's cheek, causing her to gasp, then repeated the act upon her other cheek, making her gasp again. He continued alternating slaps upon her bared cheeks, bringing a blush to them rapidly as he spanked her with solid hard strikes. He did not stop when she began to wince and then cry out, he continued to spank her soundly, bringing her bottom to a solid red colour, much different from the normal coffee and cream colour that her skin normally wore.

She pushed herself back as he paused, then turned to him and grabbing the lapels of his shirt, kissed him strongly. She then rested her head against his chest and gasped as her body became accustomed to the sensations. She normally topped, as she was the Domme in her relationship with Jake, although on the occasion she enjoyed submitting to him, he was not as firm with her as Tad has just been, and a part of her enjoyed the sudden strength the Scotsman had shown.




Measure of a Man Ch. 02



She looked up at Tad, then slipped her hands under her skirt and pulled her thong down and off.

"You've spanked my ass, now you better fuck it, Scotsman. You want to discipline me, you better finish it off and make me feel your control, and make my ass know you are in charge."

Tad began to speak, but she put her finger on his lips. "I don't want to hear your voice, unless it's to give me an instruction, Scotsman. Are you going to finish what you started? Or do I walk out of here and take Kitty shopping, leaving you with blue balls?"

Tad raised an eyebrow, but turned her around and bent her over the bike stand, lifting her skirt to drape across her back as she spread her legs for him and took a few calming breaths. Trisha liked to be fucked in the ass. She loved it when Jake would take her hard, his long cock driving deep into her guts while his arms wrapped around her and held her tightly to him.

She moaned as she felt Tad rub his cock against her back passage, then gasped as he drove into her pussy a few times to lube him up, she was dripping wet with anticipation and need, and he was rock hard. She pressed back as he fucked her solidly, then pulled out, and she heard the sound of him spitting, knowing what was coming, she relaxed her muscles and braced her legs for his next onslaught.

She felt the head of his cock rubbing against her, then his hips pressed forward and her ass opened for the intruder as it slid into her bowels without too much resistance. She groaned as felt her pussy gush as his cock slid deeply into her, feeling little resistance as he slid into her tight back passage, her pussy and his own spit had lubed him well enough for the fucking she was going to receive and Trisha rested her head on her arms as he began to slam into her, pushing her forward with every thrust and making the bike stand shake as he fucked her ass with brutal efficiency.

Trisha gripped the stand with her hands, gasping and groaning as her ass was reamed by this hard intruder, feeling her body naturally clench and squeeze against it, trying to push it out even as Tad slid deep into her with every thrust. His hands gripped her hips, then one slid up to grip her breast through the bra and blouse, and he squeezed her tit hard, making her wince and cry out as his cock plunged into her ass even deeper, if she could even imagine that.

Tad knew how to fuck ass, Trisha was made very aware of this. Her burning bottom and now her very full ass made her almost painfully aware that this man knew how to handle a woman, in every way. His mouth was a legend to Charlene at least, and his cock normally made short work of a woman's natural defences as he could bring off a girl by a good hard fuck, now she could feel her own orgasm building as his cock drove into her ass with every thrust of his hips.

She looked up to see Kitty standing in the doorway, her mouth wide open as she watched Master fuck Miss Trisha in her ass, which was very red from an obviously recent spanking. Trisha gasped and pushed back against Tad as he remained focused on her ass, enjoying the sensations and making louder groans and moans as she began to squeeze him and bring him closer to his finish.

She felt him begin to swell and clenched her ass muscles hard, bringing him off with a muttered curse as he pushed hard into her, she could feel his cock pulse, and could feel the slippery cum spurt into her guts with every pulse of his cock.

Those sensations brought her orgasm to the fore, and Trisha held on to the bike rack hard, her knuckles white with her grip as her legs went weak and her body exploded with her own release. She was not fully aware of much, until she felt Tad's cock slide back out of her, and she sunk to the floor in a crouch, letting her grip on the rack loosen as she knelt on the floor, gasping as she regained her bearings.

She felt Tad gently lift her to her feet, then off of them, and she was carried over to the workbench, where he leaned her against it, one hand between her legs, and with a damp cloth, he gently cleaned the emission leaking from between her sore bottom cheeks as she blinked and continued to breath.

She got her bearings back, and took the cloth from him to finish the job as he chuckled quietly. Then she turned and gently cleaned his soft cock of the debris from their anal coupling. She made him clean, then dropped to her knees and sucked him into her mouth deeply, letting his softness tickle the back of her tongue before releasing him and getting back to her feet.

"Was that an appropriate reply to your challenge, Trisha?" Tad asked her as he zipped himself up and handed her the discarded thong.

"Yes." she replied, still a bit out of breath. "Most appropriate, Sir Dragon. Glad to see you're back in the game. I'll just be going now, got to Kittynap somebody and take them shopping, on your dollar." She said, smiling and waving the card at him as she left the workshop on shaky legs.

Kitty was standing just outside as Trisha came out and just looked at her, eyes as big as saucers while Trisha grinned a bit sheepishly, then took Kitty by the arm and they walked back towards the main house.

"Master was fucking you." Kitty whispered.

"You bet he was. He did a good job too." Trisha whispered back, still grinning.

"He was in your ass though." Kitty said with a slight frown.

"He was very good, Kitty. He knows what he is doing." Trisha replied as they went into the house.

"Did it hurt?" Kitty persisted.

"No, well a little, at first. It always does. Your ass is not really built for a cock, but once he's in, it feels so good, especially after the spanking he gave me." Trisha said, then flipped her skirt up to show Kitty her still red bottom.

"He didn't spank me like that." Kitty said with a bit of a pout.

Trisha laughed and kissed the younger submissive while she hugged her, still a bit unsteady after the passionate coupling she had just undergone.

"He also doesn't fuck your ass, my girl. He is a lot more gentle with you than with me."

"What if I don't want him to be gentle? I do miss the hard rough fucks I used to get, Miss Trisha." Kitty said as she followed Trisha into the bathroom where the older woman peeled off her blouse and bra as she turned on the shower and stepped out of her skirt.

Trisha looked at her with a smile as she stepped into the hot water and picked up some body wash to clean her lower half.

"Then you will need to talk it over with your Master, my girl. Nobody can decide when it's time to expand your limits but you. He already knows I fuck any and every way imaginable, and that I like it rough as well as passionate. You were rescued from a very bad situation, and he doesn't want to bring back any memories of that." Trisha said, washing her pussy and ass with the body wash, getting herself all cleaned up as she quickly and efficiently scoured away all evidence of the fuck she had just enjoyed.

"I don't think I'm ready to do that, Miss Trisha." Kitty said quietly. The water cascade went off and Trisha stepped out and took the towel Kitty held with a murmured thank you as she quickly dried off.

"You'll know when you're ready, little one. It may not be with Tad, or with Jake, it may be some time down the track when you find another man you feel comfortable with and are ready to explore. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you will know when you're ready to expand your limits and your horizons." Trisha said, finishing with drying herself and then pulling on the thong and quickly slipping the bra back on, before pulling the blouse and skirt back up to be all dressed again.

"There, now I won't smell like a well fucked woman while we're out. I got a credit card." She said, waving Tad's card in front of Kitty.

"He gave you a credit card, for us to use?" Kitty asked.

"Yep. I told him that I didn't go in there to ask for money. That was when he dealt with my sass, in a most appropriate manner, I might add." Trisha said with a smug grin. Kitty looked at her, then giggled.

"Come on, the stores are open and you need some new shoes, among other things." Trisha said as she hooked her arm in Kitty's and they sauntered out of the house.

...

Trisha hung up the phone and turned to Jake with a smile and peck on his cheek.

"She's ready. She will be back by tomorrow evening. Keep him away from the drink so he can be sober, I'm going to take Kitty out tomorrow to keep her distracted. We'll be back before she gets home." Trisha said as she busied herself putting things away, then with a final check of the kitchen and living area, she went to sleep in the spare bed where Jake had already settled waiting for her.

Kitty had been sleeping with Tad for a few weeks now, both of them just being together. There was no true love between them, but she needed to feel owned, and he was coming back to that mode somewhat, with subtle prodding from Kitty and Trisha to help him along.

The sex was mostly Kitty giving him pleasure with her mouth or hands, he had only fucked her a few other times since Trisha had put them together with her no nonsense instructions. The companionship was what they both sought out, and that was working well. Tad was coming back to himself and beginning to resemble the man he was. Kitty was not feeling lost any more. Her Anchor was getting more solid every day, and both of them, while still deeply missing Charlene, were finding a way to survive.

Tad was in the shed, working on one of the exhaust pipes when Trisha flounced in, grabbing Kitty and with a kiss to his cheek, said she was getting kittynapped, they'd be home later. Tad nodded, and continued working on the pipe.

About an hour or so later, while he was beginning to bolt the pipe into a vise so he could work out some of the dents, Jake came in and began to lend him a hand, both men working on the rebuild of the bike in silence. Jake was not very mechanical, but what was being done here was more body work, not much skill needed, just effort. It was a companionable silence between the two of them as they worked on the bike, grinding and polishing the metal down until it was smooth, then sanding it until it was ready to be primed and painted or chromed.

They finished up around 3ish, with Jake clapping Tad on the shoulder and suggesting they take a break, get clean, and get organized for the women when they came back. They both downed tools, and went back to the main house. After showers, they sat in the kitchen, Tad with an Iced Tea, Jake with some water, and discussed what to do for dinner.

They had only just begun to talk when the door was opened and Kitty raced in, bags on both arms to give Tad a huge hug, then a kiss to Jake, then she was off to her room to begin showing them what she had gotten. Trisha came in, also with a few bags, kissed both men, then told them not to worry, she had already ordered dinner, and it would be delivered within an hour or so.

Kitty was bursting with excitement, and determined to show Master, Miss Trisha and Jake what she had bought. She was sure they would all be pleased with what Miss Trisha had helped her to pick. She was soon parading around in an outfit, full of lace and frills, in front of the other three, then she was off to her room to get changed into another.

Kitty was on her last outfit, a two piece bathing suit that hugged her figure charmingly with off-white satin, when they all heard the door open and paused. As Tad turned, Kitty looked to the door, then was running, and with a muffled cry, buried herself in Charlene's arms as the third leg of their pyramid stood in the foyer, she was home.

Kitty would not let her go. Even when Charlene walked in and hugged Trisha, then Jake, Kitty held on to her hand and would not be dislodged. Charlene had no objection. She walked over to where Tad stood in the living room, Kitty trailing behind her, and stood looking at the man she loved, and who so long in their past, she had left to go on her journey.

"Hello, my fine Scot." She said in a soft voice with just a bit of Irish lilt to it.

"Hello, my lovely Red." Tad replied in the same quiet tone.

"I said I would return to you, and to Kitty. I have." She said, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Aye, I can see that, my lovely." Tad replied, voice thick with emotion.

"Do you want me ... to stay? I-I can keep going, if you don't..." She trailed off, at a loss for words as Tad bent down to one knee and firmly took her other hand in both of his.

"Charlene Madison O'Reilly, you are the love of me life. I never want to lose sight of you again, and you need never feel afraid to be with me. I accept you for the woman you are, and you complete me. I am less than half a man without you by my side. It would give me the greatest honour of forever, if you would grant me the honour of becoming my beloved wife."

Tad reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small red velvet box which he placed in Charlene's hand as Kitty finally let go of her Mistress and began to step back, only to find her wrist grabbed by Tad and she was pulled into the huddle. She was as much a part of this, and he was not going to cut her out of their moment.

Charlene felt hot and cold at the same time. She carefully opened the box, seeing the gleam and knew it was what she thought it would be. It was a gorgeous ring. Not gigantic, Tad never went in for that, just a single blue-white diamond, set in a halo of tiny rubies and emeralds, in a solid band that she knew without even trying, would fit her slender finger.

She blinked back tears that were already running down her face. She was home, Tad wanted her, Kitty was still with the both of them, this was what she had needed so long ago when she had gone off to soul search. She barely breathed as Tad carefully pulled the ring out of the box, then tossing the box to the side, very carefully slipped the ring onto her finger, then kissed her hand and looked into her emerald eyes.

"What do ye think, Red? Am I worth it?"

"Yes," She whispered, then he pulled her into an embrace that they also pulled Kitty into, each of them with an arm wrapped around the younger girl as all three of them cried and enjoyed the feeling of being complete once again.

They were still in the hug when the doorbell rang, which got a teary-eyed Trisha to go to the door and pay the delivery guy who had brought their dinner. She had ordered a lot of Chinese food. Simple, yet satisfying, and she and Jake gathered the bags and then set it out in the kitchen while Tad, Charlene and Kitty composed themselves.

Dim Sum, Sweet and Sour Pork, Fried Rice, Chicken fried noodles, Beef with Broccoli, Deep Fried Wontons. Trisha had gone all out, there was more food than they could possibly finish, but that was fine. It meant everybody had their fill. The meal was mostly quiet, a few deflected questions, as Tad wanted to talk to Charlene about her experiences, and she wanted to talk to him about how things had gone while she was away, that could wait for after the dinner though.

Trisha, Jake and Kitty cleaned up while Tad and Charlene went onto the deck to sit on a couch and watch the sunset. Not quite touching, but close.

She kept looking at him, then at the ring on her finger, then back to him, questions whirled but no words could come. Only soft tears.

"I love you." He finally said, then opened his arms and Charlene crawled into his embrace, holding him tightly as she soaked his shirt with her tears. Kitty was firmly held back by a hand on her shoulder and waist from Trisha and Jake. This moment had to be for the two of them. Her time would come very soon.

"I've missed you so much. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, drive away leaving you two standing there, lost and alone except for each other. I knew you weren't ready, but I was broken, Tad. I had to heal."

She raised her head to look at him, then buried her face in his chest again.

"I have no idea how much I travelled. Thank you for the money, it made it a lot easier for me to do this self examination I went on. I am so sorry for leaving you both, I know you went through hell without me here."

Tad kissed the top of her head. "It was verra rough here without you, love. If Trisha and Jake had nae stepped up, I dinna think we'd be able to be here."

"I know." Charlene said. "I kept in contact with Trisha, making sure you were still alive. I did not let her tell me what was actually going on, just that she and Jake had come back to the house and were making sure you two didn't self destruct."

"I had to do it, Tad. I had to find myself. I could not deal with the loss, and then your compassion. You were broken too, I could see it in your eyes, and when you touched me, I could feel it. I know you loved me, that you still do, and I love you as well, I had to find the part of me that still loved me though."

"Red, I got to tell you something." Tad finally said into the silence that grew after Charlene had finished talking. "It's about Siobhan. I never told you this before."



Measure of a Man Ch. 03



Trisha and Jake continue to lend a hand while Tad and Charlene reconcile and work out their issues to ensure that the family unit will remain strong and solid, despite the wilds of the world.

Trisha firmly guided Kitty away from the couple so that she was out of earshot. Although Kitty knew the story, this was for Charlene, and Kitty needed a distraction, badly, because she was vibrating with tension and stress.

"I'm not going." Kitty said, then she was picked up and tossed over Jake's shoulder like a sack of flour and found herself being dumped into the bed one of the rooms where Trisha closed the door behind his broad back, leaving just her and Kitty alone, while Jake kept an eye on the couple working through a major reconciliation.

"I need to be there." She protested. Trisha shook her head and stood by the door, looking at the younger determined girl who was now kneeling on the bed glaring at her.

"You have very pretty eyes when you're angry, Kitty. This is not for you. This has to be about them right now. Your time will come, and it will be glorious. Let them sort out their feelings so they can get back together properly, for each other, and for you." Trisha said, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"So what are you going to do? Tie me up and keep me here until they're ready?" Kitty snapped, then got off the bed and went to the door before she was pulled off her gait by a firm grip on her forearm and was upended across Trisha's lap.

"Submissives don't dictate. They get dick, and they get spanked, Kitty." Trisha said, then put action to words and pulling down the bikini bottoms, paddled Kitty's bottom until it was a light red colour and Kitty was howling tears of anguish. She was not hurting, that was certain, but this was a release of tension for her.

Trisha continued the mild domination by making Kitty kneel on the bed, panties still around her knees, red tinged bottom on clear display and stay in the classic sub pose as she walked around the bed, looking at the younger girl as she composed herself. Kitty finally looked up at Trisha, wetness on both of her cheeks and whispered something Trisha didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" Trisha asked quietly.

"Thank you, Mistress." Kitty repeated, a bit louder.

Trisha sat on the bed and pulled Kitty into a long embrace as the girl shook with tears but not the anguish she had been feeling earlier. Once settled, Trisha undid the top and efficiently stripped Kitty so she was nude, except for the heeled pumps she liked to wear. A tap at the door, and Jake opened it. "They're ready, Trisha." He said.

Trisha got up and taking a naked Kitty by the hand, they went back into the living room.

"What happened?" Charlene asked, curled up on Tad as she was, with legs and an arm wrapped around her man, she was surprised to see Kitty naked, and with some dampness on her cheeks.

"Your girl here decided to try and take some initiative. I dealt with it." Trisha said, then turned Kitty so they could see her reddened bottom, turned her again, and with a firm swat, sent her over to the couple who owned her heart and mind.

Kitty walked over and knelt in front of her Mistress and Master, then looked up at them.

May I ask a question?" She said after a moment.

"You may." Charlene said, slipping back into the role of primary Dominant for the girl she had raised.

"Are you two good again?" Kitty whispered.

"We are all good, Kitty. You are with us, and we are all good again. I am back, and I'm not going anywhere." Charlene said, then leaned over and hugged her girl, then kissed her cheek and then forehead.

Charlene ended up sitting on the carpeted floor holding Kitty in her lap while they all talked about the events of the past weeks while she had been gone. Charlene did not react when she heard about Tad's descent into an alcohol fuelled blitz, but he knew that she would be talking about it with him later, when they were alone. She told them about her travels, where she had gone, what she had done to try and find out what had happened and how to heal. For her it had finally happened when she got to New Mexico.

She had gone on what the natives call a Spirit Quest, and had travelled into the mountains to seek out answers. She felt that she found them, sitting on the cold side of a mountain near an abandoned Pueblo village, watching the stars, more stars than she could ever recall seeing, and then it had finally come to her. Family and love is not what you can give to the group, it's what you yourself add to the group. Whether or not Charlene could give a child to Tad was irrelevant. She was what Tad wanted. She was there for Kitty, and she was loved for who she was, not for what her body could produce.

It was still difficult for her to come to grips with, the loss of their child, but it was no longer the biting burning acid feeling that had been eating at her soul for months. She was able to give love, and to receive it back again, and that was why she had returned, ready to rejoin the family that she had developed with Tad and Kitty, as long as they would have her.

Kitty was asleep by the time Charlene finished her tale, and even though Kitty was quite a lot taller than her, Charlene had little trouble picking up the naked submissive and carrying her into one of the other bedrooms, where she put her to bed and with a gentle kiss on her cheek, let the girl sleep peacefully for the first time in many weeks.

Trisha and Jake also went to bed shortly thereafter, leaving Charlene and Tad to sit on the couch facing one another, in the quiet as the night closed in. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, the living room was warm, but Charlene still felt cold. Tad noticed her shiver and pulled her back into his lap where he wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly.

"God how I missed you, Tad." Charlene murmured as she relaxed into the embrace.

"Aye, love. I missed you as much, if not more." Tad softly replied.

Charlene rolled over and looked at him, resting her chin on his chest as she had done so many times before. "Why did you let the alcohol get the better of you?"

"I'm nae proud of that, lass." Tad began but she stopped him with a finger to his lips. "I'm not asking for you to apologize, my Scot. I just want to know why."

Tad looked at her, but Charlene could see that he wasn't focused on her, his gaze was distant.

"I dinna want to lose you." He finally said.

"You didn't lose me." She replied quietly.

"It felt like I had, Red. You were gone." Tad whispered. "It felt to me just like Siobhan, all over again. Losing a child, then losing my woman, just like before. Everything just falling through my fingers like sand on a beach."

"I told you I would return, my Scot. You knew that." Charlene said, getting up onto her knees to look at him, but he was unable to properly met her gaze.

"Rationally, I knew you'd come back. You don't break your word, and you told Kitty the same thing. Emotionally, I broke. It felt too similar to my history, and I dinna know what to do. Things got a bit crazy here after you'd gone, I'm not too sure what you got told by Trisha, love." Tad said, finally looking at her squarely.

Charlene nodded. "I know you and Kitty kept drifting apart, then coming together, and that you were stand-offish to her, which nearly broke her apart, until Trisha pretty much put you both to bed and ordered you to fuck her. I also know that Trisha took you to bed as well to help you to regain some focus."

Charlene reached over and caressed Tad's cheek. "You have such a basic and simple view on life, my Scot. When a woman in your life makes an error, you feel justified to put her over your lap and spank her to correct her behaviour. What happens when you make the error, though?"

"I lose people." Tad said quietly, looking at her eyes, then looking away.

"Look at me." Charlene said with a snap to her voice. Tad's eyes focused on her.

She took his hand and put it on her chest, pressing it with her own until he could feel the strong heartbeat within her ribcage.

"Do you feel that?" She asked. Tad nodded.

"I had to go away, to find myself. To heal after my own very personal loss. I know it was your loss as well, and that it effected you deeply. Even more now that I know what happened with Siobhan years ago, my love. You are my rock, you are my anchor and my solid against the wilds of the world, Tad. What is your rock to rely upon?"

Tad didn't reply, and Charlene did not wait too long before squeezing his hand hard enough to hurt. "I am your rock, Tad. Just as you are mine, you have to let me be yours. You may be a traditional man with solid and decent values, but you need somebody who will stand by your side. An equal, not a submissive. That was a means to you finding me. Searching for a girl who would not abandon you like Siobhan did. Controlling that most intimate part of your life was all about finding me."

"It felt like you did abandon me, Red." Tad finally said into the growing uneasy silence.

Charlene nodded. "Your response to that was to get drunk on whiskey and scare our young girl so much that she began to have flashbacks of JJ. Thank God Trisha and Jake stepped up to the plate and helped to pull you back together, Tad."

She pulled him down so he was lying on his back on the couch and then straddled him. "I am not going to leave you again, my Scot. This was a one time event. I will never repeat it. Can you give me the same assurance you won't fall apart and descend into the bottle again, if things get rough?"

Tad swallowed. "I never intended to in the first-" Charlene stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Stop making excuses and give me your word."

Tad looked at her squarely, then "On My Honor, Charlene O'Reilly, I will not use the bottle as a means to excuse my actions in our future."

Charlene nodded, then "And upon my Honor, Tadius McDragough, I will not leave you again, to find myself or for any other reason, in our future."

She sealed the deal with a kiss upon his hungry lips, which was soon joined by their arms twined around each other as they lay on the soft couch, the fire crackling in the hearth in front of them, darkness all around them, but not a threat, just a warm easy covering of night.

She got up, and with a finger to his chest, told him to wait as she walked out of the living room. Tad relaxed, waiting as he was bid. In a lot of ways his entire dominant streak was gone, burned out of him by both Charlene's presence, and by the people around him. Love conquers all.

She returned, wrapped in the sheepskin throw that he had as a reminder of the Old Country, she looked warm and inviting, wrapped in it. She came over to the couch and slipped it open to reveal she was naked underneath, then got back on top of him, the throw around her shoulders and draping down with the soft wool caressing them both.

Tad felt her nimble fingers at the clasp of his pants and soon he was assisting her to strip him out of his clothing, but she only wanted his pants and shorts off, his shirt was left on as she again straddled him, this time, his cock was beginning to get interested, and one of her hands was giving it attention.

"I know you've been feeding this, it's had pretty Kitties and mulatto queens. I have missed it though, and I think it's my turn, my fine Scot." Charlene whispered as she kissed him, her hand busy wrapped around his erect shaft as she gently moved it up and down to bring him to full attention and prepare him for her use.

Charlene raised herself up and holding him in place, slipped down so that the head of his cock slid past her outer lips and pressed against the entrance to her pussy. She bit her lip and pressed down, feeling him fill her aroused but not very lubricated sheath, but she persisted, feeling the slight pain as she stretched to accommodate him and finally, she was fully down, her pubes resting against his, feeling his full shaft in her, stretching her open and filling her properly.

"God I have missed this, I have missed you so much, Tad. I never knew how much I missed this until it was gone." She said, beginning to roll her hips and move so that he began to slide in and out of her slowly.

Tad's hands slid up her body, caressing her hips, then her stomach, then reaching up to cup her full breasts as she shivered with growing arousal and anticipation. She leaned into the caress as one hand gently stroked her neck then the side of her face, and leaning forward, she kissed him with a passion he returned, her hips beginning to move faster as her body responded to his fullness with lubrication and arousal at their coupling.

She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm that had been long denied to her by her travels and absolute lack of interest in anything, even masturbation. Charlene had neglected her sexual needs on her journey, and now, her body was making up for lost time. She bit her lip as her orgasm rapidly began to build and even as she tried to fight it, with Tad's gentle caresses and the strong full feeling of him buried deep inside her quickly pushed her over the edge and she clenched around him, her body quivering with release as she came, collapsing on top of him while he held her, gently caressing her back and sides as she gasped and shook with reaction.

Charlene opened her eyes as Tad lifted her, still wrapped in the sheepskin throw, and carried her into their bedroom where he laid her on the bed and pulled off his shirt and socks, then joined her on the throw as she spread her thighs to invite him to explore her depths.

He slid into her as she locked her ankles behind him, feeling him slide all the way into her and they began to move. Her orgasm had fully lubricated her so there was no longer any discomfort, just pleasure as her man solidly fucked her into the bed, and back into his life. She shook with another strong orgasm as Tad finally unloaded, filling her with his seed as he moaned into her mouth, feeling each others' pleasure at their coupling.

She lay curled up against him, one leg over his, his wetness slowly oozing out of her as she idly ran a finger over his chest.

"I love you, Red." Tad whispered, then kissed her head.

"I love you, Tad." She replied, looking up to kiss him, then hugging him, she held tightly to her man until sleep came for them both.

...

"I can't get pregnant." Charlene said as she looked at Tad. They had gone to the Doctor's office for a six month checkup after her miscarriage, and she had come out ashen faced and just walked into his arms for a long wordless hug.

"What is the matter, Red?" Tad asked her gently.

"I have scar tissue on my uterus. It is too thick to allow for embryo implantation. They can try to scrape it clean, but there is a good chance it will just grow back and become even thicker. I'm sterile, Tad." She said looking into his eyes, searching for an answer that she hoped he would have.

Tad held her tightly, kissing her head, then he took her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly.

"We have a wedding to plan, love. I pledged to spend my life with you, I aim to keep my word." He said softly.

"It's not fair to you. You deserve somebody who can give you children." Charlene cried.

Tad shook his head. "It will be what it is, Red. I want you in my life. If that is how it will be, then so be it. I am happy and content. You are my life."

"You are too good of a man not to have children, Tad. I can't give you that gift any more. We don't need to get married, you need somebody who can give you that gift. It's not me."

"Charlene O'Reilly, you will stop talking nonsense this instant." Tad said with a snap to his voice that Charlene had never heard before.

The ride back to the house was somewhat strained, neither of them knew what to really say so they sat in silence until they pulled into the driveway. Tad got out, and went to her side where he held the door so she could get out, then escorted her to the door, which he held open for her, like he normally did.

Once inside, they were greeted by silence. A note left by Trisha said she had kittynapped their submissive for an afternoon out and would return her, well worn out, by the evening.

Tad went and took a chair, then sat it in the middle of the floor and stood by it. "Come to me, Red." He said.

Charlene walked over to him, nervous and not quite understanding.

"I'm not a submissive, Tad. We've been over this many times." She said. Tad gently caressed her cheek and kissed her.

"You are my girl, love. That will never change. You did a similar thing to help bring Kitty to ground, I feel I need to do something to bring you to ground so you know you truly are loved, and that no matter what, I will take care of you." He explained as he gently unbuttoned the top of her dress, then pulled it free of her arms as she allowed him to undress her, The clothing pooled around her slim ankles so she was left just in a brief pair of white panties and matching support bra.

"You are going to spank me?" Charlene whispered.

"Aye, and you'll not argue with me, love. We have a very non traditional relationship going on here, you are such a strong woman that you match me well. I think now is the time for me to put the palm of my hand down upon your bottom so you realize how much I love you, in every way." Tad said as he walked around her while Charlene stood in just her bra and panties, feeling the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin and shivering from a very nervous feeling.

"Take down your panties, my love." He whispered in her ear. Charlene hesitated, then slipped her panties down and let them drop to the floor where she stepped out of them. Now naked from the waist down, she was more nervous and her hands clenched and unclenched. She felt like covering herself, which was silly, Tad had seen her like this countless times. He had fucked her in all manner of undress. Why was she so nervous now?

Tad sat on the chair in front of her and gently pulled her over so she settled across his lap, adjusting himself and her so her weight was distributed properly and she was as comfortable as this very uncomfortable position could get. She breathed slowly and steadily as she felt his hands, one gently but firmly holding her on the small of her back, fingers curling around her waist to ensure she did not fall off his lap, the other gently caressing her bare cheeks as she lay there, waiting and anticipating his next move.

"Who are ye, Red?" He asked her quietly.

"I am your girl, Tad." She replied. His hand flashed across her bottom and the crack echoed through the empty house as she gasped from the sudden contact. The hand then began to rub and massage where it had slapped, and as the shock from the sting began to ebb, she felt the warmth begin to spread.

"Who loves you, my girl?" He asked.

"You do." She whispered. Another firm slap and then more rubbing. Two slaps like this and her bottom was already beginning to burn. How could Kitty tolerate fifteen or more minutes of hard spanking?

"Did I give you any terms for my love?" He whispered close to her ear.

"No. Your love was without terms, unconditional." She replied with a voice full of unshed tears, then his hand slapped down four times in quick succession, and Charlene winced and felt tears begin to flow as her bottom stung under the attention.

"Am I going to marry you?" He whispered.

"Yes, Tad." She replied, tears now running down her cheeks. The spanking began in earnest, and as Charlene sagged against his lap, her bottom rapidly turned red under the firm attention of his hand which slapped her derriere all over. Leaving hand prints that quickly blended together into a hot red blush across her alabaster cheeks.

When he stopped, she didn't realize, Charlene was too busy crying to even notice when the slaps stopped and the caressing began. She knew that she was no longer face down, but cuddled in his arms, her bra had vanished, so she was naked, and they were now on the couch, but aside from that, he was her entire world, and he was solid. He was there, and he was not going to let her go.




Measure of a Man Ch. 03



She finally raised her eyes to meet his, and he joined her in a kiss that was as tender as any she could recall, but held a measure of passion and love in equal parts. When the kiss broke, and they came back to reality, they saw Kitty and Trisha had been there for some time, but had been quietly going about their own business, leaving the two to sort things out.

Kitty was naked, except for some very high heeled shoes which she tottered around on, trying to get used to balance in four inch heels, giggling when she nearly fell as Trisha tried to not hover and make sure the younger girl didn't fall and hurt herself.

They had come in during the spanking, and Kitty had wanted to go right over, but Trisha had again guided her into the bedroom and given her some simple advice. "Let the Doms be Doms, you be a good sub and wait your turn." So she had, following Trisha around and just keeping busy as the spanking had ended and then a long passionate cuddle had begun as Tad and Charlene finally reconciled after the loss and her exit from the home a while back.

Charlene finally took notice and looked at Kitty, taking in her tottering balance as Kitty stood there grinning from ear to ear, Trisha not quite holding on to her. Bright red shoes with a four inch heel that really pushed her hips and spankable ass out, making her stance very pronounced.

"What on earth are you wearing, Kitty?" She finally asked.

"What did Miss Trisha call them ... oh yeah, Fuck Me heels." Kitty said with a giggle. She wobbled over to where Charlene and Tad were curled on the couch and did a slow turn as she made sure her feet were solidly planted. "It really pushes my ass out, and my boobs too. Miss Trisha said it suits me, Mistress. Is it good?"

Charlene rose and wrapped her arms around Kitty, pulling her over to topple onto the couch with them as she squealed. Before Kitty could do much, she was face down across Charlene's lap and her bottom was being given some attention as she squealed and giggled.

"You are very good, my Kitty. I have missed this so much." Charlene said with a laugh to her voice, then she released Kitty to kneel on the couch and look at them, face glowing as her backside began to bloom from the sudden attack.

"I saw Master giving your bottom some attention, Mistress. Are you good with that?" Kitty asked, not quite making eye contact with Charlene.

She chuckled. "He is Master, of us both. I hope that he will not neglect his duties in future as I feel I may need that attention again, much like you do on occasion."

"Yes, Mistress." Kitty whispered with a smile, averting her gaze and feeling the warm fuzzy feelings begin again that had been missing for a long time.

She leaned forward and whispered something into Charlene's ear that got the older woman's eyes to go quite wide and she looked at Kitty in a bit of shock.

"Did I hear you correctly?" Charlene asked her, Kitty nodded. "I think I'm ready, Mistress. Now that you're back, I know I'll be safe."

Charlene got to her feet and Tad was amused to see both his girls walking off, one with a very red blush to her cheeks, the other with a light pink blush to her cheeks, both whispering and as far as he could tell, conspiring in some manner.

Once Jake got home he and Tad were brought into the picture by Trisha and Charlene.

"Kitty has decided that now is the time for her to become a full woman, again." Charlene said to the boys. "She wants to try anal?" Jake asked as Tad nodded quietly.

"She feels she is ready to again take that step. She's ready because she feels the trust that we all have, and she knows we won't hurt her." Trisha replied.

"Right now, she's taking a long bath so we have a bit of time to plan this out." Charlene added.

"Ok ladies. What is your plan?" Tad asked them.

"We four are going to blow that girl's mind and expand her body in a way she's never experienced, so that when you do take her ass, she won't even have time to feel anxious or nervous. I'm sorry, Tad. But it'll be Jake fucking her ass. You're too thick, Jake is quite a bit narrower than you and that will be a lot easier for Kitty to handle." Charlene explained.

Tad chuckled softly. "Whatever you reckon, Red. She's your girl, you make those choices."

Charlene kissed him. "Don't worry, my Scot. You'll be keeping her front occupied thoroughly so she won't even notice Jake's narrow cock slipping between her cheeks."

"She's going to have both of us, at the same time?" Jake asked.

"Correction, all four of us." Trisha said. "Tad will be fucking her pussy into next week, once he and us girls have gotten Kitty into a quivering mass of orgasm and pleasure. Then you, my fine black man, will slide that well lubed dick right up her backside and you'll give her an ass fuck that she will probably barely even register with a pussy full of Tad, and every other part full of warm woman flesh stimulating her into overload."

...

Kitty slowly came back down from her post-orgasmic bliss to find her self at the centre of a mass of bodies. Mistress and Master were curled up in each others arms, sleeping soundly, while Kitty was cuddled to Trisha, with Jake's long arm around them both as they also slept.

She carefully moved out from under Jake's arm and Trisha comfortably wriggled closer to her man to take up the space Kitty had occupied as the younger woman got to her feet, quite unsteadily, and made her way to the bathroom.

Her body ached, in a good way. Her ass stung, from the spanking she had gotten from both Jake and Master, and from Jake's long cock as it had plunged right into her bottom during the best fuck of her young life. She had already been on the edge of a massive orgasm from Master's cock, Trisha's hands, and Mistress's lips when she had felt Jake's hardness rubbing against her anal ring, and although she had tensed, Miss Trisha's fingers had pinched her clit while Mistress pinched and rolled both nipples, making her gasp and clench around Master's hard cock already buried deep into her pussy, then Jake was in her, sliding into her bottom with little resistance as she began to cum, an orgasm to end all orgasms.

The feeling was so intense, to be filled both ways by men. A feeling she had never experienced before, two cocks, one filling her pussy, the other sliding deep into her bottom until she was the middle of a fuck sandwich and she was definitely the meat to be consumed by these hungry cocks burying themselves inside of her.

It was over, she had cum inside her ass, in her pussy, and her lips still tingled from where she had been kissing and nibbling Miss Trisha's pussy while Mistress had been getting her own worked on by the magic of Master's mouth.

Kitty turned on the water and sank herself into the jacuzzi tub as it filled, just relaxing, enjoying the feelings of the muscle aches, the feeling that she had been fucked in the ass and had enjoyed it. The lack of fear or revulsion that she had held on to for so long about the act, she felt like she was finally free. She finished her bath, wrapped herself in a robe, drained the tub, then made her way to the kitchen. It was very early, the sun was barely rising over the mountains as she made a pot of coffee and went to sit on the deck where the heat lamps made it always so cozy and warm.

While she was sitting there, she thought she saw movement, and then she saw something that she had not seen for years, the purple girl. Dressed in some sort of catsuit, purple fabric and silver lines all over it, the girl was far away, maybe at the edge of the property, but she was there.

By the time Kitty got up to look through the glass, the girl was gone, not walked away, but actually gone, a flash of subdued blue light had happened and she was gone, like she never existed. Kitty's mind began to work on this problem, and she was deep in thought still when the others finally began to rouse from their late night orgy.

...

"Kitty? There's a letter for you." Charlene called out as she got the mail from the box outside the door.

Tad also came, and got handed a small pile also. "Those are for you, my Scot. The economy wants it's share." Charlene said with a smirk as he frowned, looking at the pile of bills that was in his hand.

"Aye, we got to pay the piper." He said, then they turned and looked at Kitty who was reading the letter, but she was almost ashen.

"Kitty, are you alright?" Charlene asked. Kitty looked up, and nodded. "Yeah. It's just an odd letter. I need to ... go ... and finish reading it." She half-crumpled it in her hand and walked off to one of the other rooms, and to their surprise, closed the door behind her.

"Verra odd." Tad said, then shrugged and hooking his arm in Charlene's and escorted her back to the deck where their morning coffees were sitting and they could resume watching the sun emerge from behind the low cloud and bathe the Puget Sound in brilliance, like it did most mornings.

Kitty sat on the edge of the bed and read the letter three times. Each time it seemed to make a little bit more sense, but it scared her more and more every time she read it.

My Dearest Mariah;

If you do not do what is detailed in this letter, you will be dead before you reach your 21st birthday.

You will be receiving a total of 21 letters in the next twelve months. Each one will unlock a bit more of the mystery that you need to solve to save not only your own dear life, but the life of your Charlene as well.

You need to enrol in the University of Washington this fall, just after your birthday, and you need to start living on Campus, because otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the course load.

The courses you need don't matter, except for the only one that does, Advanced Physics. This is lead by Professor Ian Scott. You will need his help to save your life.

Charlene and Tad will take care of all your expenses, you know this. It barely will even take an ask. You need to focus on Professor Scott, because he is going to become a very important person in your life during the next year.

I love you, letter 2 will be coming once you have enrolled.

Kitty

The content of the letter didn't worry Kitty as much as the fact that it was hand-written, in her own writing. The postmark was also a major concern. It was mailed to her twelve years ago.

Twelve years ago? Kitty was still living with her parents, in Tacoma. Not in Shoreline. How could anybody know where she could be in twelve years' time?