2 comments/ 30608 views/ 2 favorites The Dysfunction Family Ch. 01 Pt. 1 By: Lou Jean I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much. This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with public nudity or even the consequence, or any other law of physics that might pertain to this story. This is after all, only a fantasy. From Cheating Husband to Little Man DISCOVERY. Linda was not looking forward to another weekend with her husband. He was no longer the man she had married. He had let his body go. He now had a paunch from the beer he consumed. He had no ambitions on the job; she had surpassed him in her career a few years back, and his check was really nothing compared to hers. Small enough she did not even use it for their expenses, but allowed him to use it as he wished. He had no ambitions as to his responsibilities, to his home, to her. He returned home each day from work to pile up in the den and watch his sports channels with beer in hand while she would come home from a hard days work and cook their meals. Moreover, she knew he was cheating though she had yet to be able to prove it. Her long hours at work gave him plenty of opportunity. However, Linda loved Danny and was sure there was a way to save their marriage. If only she could figure it out. When they were first married, he was a loving and considerate husband. He took care of himself, and helped with their home and he was a considerate and vibrant lover. Now he was a lazy, useless part of the furniture, and was only interested in his own pleasures. Nevertheless, she still believed there was a way. She only needed to find it. She pulled into the driveway. Though it was Saturday, they both usually put in a full day. Again, he found that he again had arrived before her. She was early today too. He must not have worked a full day. Pulling up behind his car, she saw his fishing tackle thrown in the open back. He had not gone to work at all, but had gone fishing. Moreover, he had not even bothered to take out all the tackle, leaving the rear end of the SUV, she gave him for his birthday, open where anyone could walk by and remove his expensive tackle. Frustrated, Linda slammed the door shut to the rear of the SUV and turned to stomp to the house. Her concern turning to anger, she was going to give him a yelling match he would not soon forget. Knowing it would do no good, she only became angrier. Entering the house, she found his rods and his favorite cane pole lying in the entry way, thrown down and forgotten. Loosing control of her anger, she picked up his favorite cane pole and broke it over her knee. Holding the elongated end, she walked through the living room, into the dining room to the kitchen to find his catch just thrown into the sink. Her anger rising, she knew she would be expected to clean them and prepare them for dinner. Without thought, Linda began to tap the broken end of the cane pole against her leg as she worked her way up the stairs, looking for the subject of her anger. As she ascended the stairs, she could her a woman's voice begging for her husband to fuck her harder. "Ram it Danny. Yes. Yes. Give it to me!" Linda stopped in front of her bedroom door listening. This was no love making, but pure rutting. The tapping cane was beginning to raise red welts on her calf as her anger fueled the tapping on her leg. She slowly reached for the door knob, turning it slowly; then in an instant flash of pure rage, she shoved the door open causing it to bounce off the bedroom wall with a loud crash thundering through the room. They were so wound up in their own needs, that the only indication that something had happened was that the red head turned her head towards the door as she held her sweating, naked body on all fours in the middle of the bed as Linda's husband kept pumping her with every ounce of strength he had. Linda was barely aware of the blood red color the encircled her vision that pin pointed the two still fucking away on her own bed. She plowed forward toward the bed. She was only vaguely aware as she brought the broken cane pole down across her husband's naked and sweating shoulders. She hesitated as she realized he had barely registered the pain that must have blazed across his shoulder blades. However, her hesitation only lasted a second as the naked red head screamed and leaped from the bed. As the young woman jumped from the bed, she made a mad dash for the door, her large breasts bouncing as she ran, Linda's pure rage ignited once more, and she brought the cane pole down across her husband's shoulder's again feeling the satisfaction as he yelled and curled away from the abusive object. She continued to rain blows down on his naked flesh as he curled up his body and screamed and begged her to stop. Linda beat him across his arms as he protected his head, across his thighs as he curled them around his genitals to protect them and across his back as he tried to work his way off the bed away from the constant pain of the cane striking his naked body. Linda's rage calmed every so slightly as he continued to beg, "Please Linda, stop! You're going to kill me! Please stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please! With the piece of cane held high and ready to strike the object of her misery again, her vision cleared. Danny now laid on his back, his hands held high to try to stop the offending object of his pain. Tears poured down his face, nose running and his saliva dripping from his crying mouth. His body was crisscrossed with livid red strips. Much to her shock, his long, thick cock was rigid and literally vibrating in the air. Seeing his reaction to the abuse of the cane only made her angrier and finding her voice she screamed at him. "You sorry bastard! How could you? You couldn't take them to a hotel like any other cheating husband, you had to bring them to our own bed!" Danny took advantage of the pause in the onslaught of his wife, but only stupidity poured from his mouth. "I can't afford hotel rooms!" Linda brought the cane down across his offending hard cock causing an immediate loud and long scream from her husband as he curled up in the pain that flooded his body. With satisfaction of the results of her new assault, "If you would get up off your lazy ass and actually work for a living, I wouldn't have caught you and wouldn't be beating the fuck out of you!" She hit him repeatedly across his thigh as he begged her to stop. As she continued to beat him, "I want you to get your sorry ass out of this house. You pack your bags and don't you come near me again! I want you out of here now!" And as fast as she had started the assault, she stopped. Linda turned away from the object of her rage and headed for the bedroom door. However, before she could leave, Danny crawled out of the bed, his body racked with pain, unable to stand. So he crawled towards his wife, "Please honey. Don't throw me out. I've no place to go. I don't have any money. Hell, I didn't even pick up my paycheck today, so I don't even have money for a room. Please don't throw me out. I'll do anything you want. I swear. I'll be a better husband. I'll do anything you want." Linda could not believe her eyes. He was crawling towards her, begging her to let him stay. She could only stand and stare at the naked man that was once her lover, her friend. A naked stranger, striped in red lines and welts, crawled to her feet, taking her ankles, begging her to let him stay. His tears and spittle dripping on her leather clad feet. Something rose inside of Linda as she watched him, naked curled at his feet. Pity, anger, disgust and something else. It welled from her soul, dark and vicious. "Then get your naked ass off of me!" She watched as her husband backed away still on his knees, alternating between hands holding his body off the floor and wiping the tears from his face. "Thank you honey. I'll do anything, but please don't throw me out." Pointing towards the offending bed, Linda's voice became even harsher, "Get your sorry ass off that floor and take this nasty bed out of my house. I want it out now!" She watched as Danny slowly pulled his pain ridden body from the floor and was amazed to see that his rock hard cock was pointing out straight from his body and dripping down the shaft. She watched as he headed for his pants. "Oh no you don't. I'm not waiting for you to get dressed. I want it out now!" Danny stopped in confusion with his pants still in his hands. "I can't go out there like this. Its broad daylight. The neighbors will see me." Linda's body was beginning to react to the new situation. It hummed and vibrated. She felt a growing need between her legs, heavy moisture gathering. "I don't care. You don't think our neighbors don't know you been fucking around on me! You don't think they haven't seen you bring women into my house! You're taking this deviled trash out of my house now! Our neighbors will know what a piece of shit that you are and that I'm putting an end to it!" She brought the cane down across his thigh, "Move. I want this shit out of my house now!" Linda rained lighter blows down on her husband has he gathered the pillows and bedding, and she whipped his back and ass as she followed him to the back yard and made him deposit the obscene objects in the corner of the backyard. "That's it girl, whip that sorry piece of shit. You should have done it a long time ago!" Linda turned to see old Mrs. Johnson hanging over their fence laughing so hard she was in tears. "Go ahead girl. Give it to him. That mean ass switch will teach him whose boss!" Danny was horrified. The old bat next door was not only hanging over the fence ogling his naked body, but was cheering on his wife. Trying to hide from his humiliation in broad daylight of his neighbor, he quickly piled the bedding in the corner of the yard and tried to ignore his neighbor's jeers as his wife whipped his naked ass all the way back to the house. She worked him hard. She made him remove the mattress, the bed and the remaining furniture. Fortunately, she had not bought that new nine drawer dresser she had wanted. It took most of the early evening. Moreover, she had not given an inch. She allowed him a drink of water occasionally from the water hose and then shoved him back in the house and up the stairs to finish pulling the remaining furniture from their bedroom. He spent the evening carrying and dragging furniture from their bedroom to the corner of the back yard. Totally naked, his wife whipping him if he slowed down or if he tried to speak; and the whole time, old Mrs. Johnson hanging over the fence laughing her ass off at him, coaching his wife on the best way to whip his ass. Finally finished, she shoved him back to the house and up the stairs to their room. His body was alive with pain; every muscle ached from wrestling with the furniture on his on. He was unable to catch himself as she shoved him down on the floor on his ravaged back. The pain shooting straight to his groin. To his amazement, he had not noticed that his body was alive, screaming for release. He looked down his beaten body to see his cock was harder than he had ever seen it, larger and turning dark from its abuse. Beyond all reason, he reached for it to give him self relief. Linda was beyond normal thought as her body screamed. The pathetic bastard was lying on his back, his breathing labored, his cock jutting like a boat mast from his groin. She stalked forward walking out of her shoes as she pulled her silk panties off, not even taking the time to take off her cloths. She reached him as he was actually reaching for his cheating cock and she slammed the cane pole across his knuckles. As he fell back to the floor, she dropped to her knees spearing her body to the hilt was his massive hard on causing both to yell from the assault. She rode him hard, slamming her body against him. Her force causing pain from the abused flesh against the hard floor. Her hands propped on his chest digging her nails into his naked flesh. They came quickly together. Danny exploding in incomprehensible painful pleasure. Linda experiencing an orgasm of the likes she had never felt before. It seemed that every cell in her body exploded, his sperm and her juices flowing down over Danny's legs. As she regained her senses, she lifted her self from atop her husband. Pointing the broken cane pole at his face, "If you want to stay, don't try to leave this room!" The shock of what she had done and its results began to soak into her hazed mind, she backed towards the door. "I need time to think, to work this out and what the hell I'm going to do with a piece of shit like you." With that she turned and left the room, slamming the door as Danny curled himself on the floor and cried himself to sleep. Linda steadied her shaking body with a hand against the wall as she unsteadily walked down the stairs. As she reached the main floor she felt her own juices and Danny's cum leaking down her legs. She walked to the small bar they kept in the living area and grabbed a hand towel to wipe her self clean. Once she was through, she pulled offer her jacket and with shaking hands poured herself a strong tequila over ice. She sat down on one of the two barstools and let her mind float over the evenings events. Not really trying to rationalize it, but to replay what had actually happened. Nevertheless, her mind kept coming back to Danny's reaction to her abuse and humiliation. The more she beat him and screamed at him, the harder and erect his cock had become. Not wanting their friends and family to know what had transpired this evening, Linda moved to her office and turned on the computer. Maybe some anonymous advice was what she needed. ***** Part II. THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST DAY. Linda had spent the whole night on line, with tequila to loosen up her inhibitions. The early night had brought surprise and disgust by the revelations of why her husband had reacted the way he did, and was totally amazed by the suggestions of how to handle it. The late night was spent in research and decision making on how she would proceed. The Dysfunction Family Ch. 01 Pt. 2 I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much. This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with public nudity or even the consequence, or any other law of physics that might pertain to this story. This is after all, only a fantasy. From Cheating Husband to Little Man THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST DAY. Linda had spent the whole night on line, with tequila to loosen up her inhibitions. The early night had brought surprise and disgust by the revelations of why her husband had reacted the way he did, and was totally amazed by the suggestions of how to handle it. The late night was spent in research and decision making on how she would proceed. She woke in the unused maid-quarters downstairs, her right arm extremely sore from her physical exertion. She smiled to herself as she remembered the plans she had made for their future and of the plans for the day's activities. Knowing she was getting a late start, she quickly jumped into the small bathroom's shower and then found jeans and a t-shirt in the boxes of spare cloths she kept stored in the bedroom. Linda tipped toed upstairs and with her ear to the door listened for any sound that might indicate she should take her sorry husband to the hospital. However, she could hear the shower running. Pulling away from the door quietly, she went to the kitchen to feed the ravenous hunger she had woke up with. She never ate a heavy breakfast, but it was Saturday and she was starving. After preparing eggs, beacon, toast and juice, she settled down to the kitchen table to eat and review her plans. She knew Danny must be starving too, neither had dinner and she doubted he had stopped for a meal with desert just waiting to get him into a bed. In addition, she knew he would be in a lot of pain--but, oh well, there was aspirin in the master bedroom's bathroom. She took her time enjoying her breakfast. Once Linda was full, she gathered up the broken cane pole and headed for the bedroom. Opening the door, she found Danny sitting in the middle of the large empty room crying as he rubbed ointment on the welts and bruises on one leg. She watched as he turned his tear streaked face up to her. Through his tears, "Honey, I'm …" Her anger rose as she pointed the cane pole at his face, "Don't talk to me! I'll do all the talking. You have nothing to say I want to hear." As she walked towards him, Danny began crab walk his body back across the floor trying to put distance between him and his wife as she slowly stalked towards him with the vicious cane in her hand. She seemed to stalk him as a wild animal stalks its trapped prey. Linda's breathing became heavy as she watched her husband try to move back away from her. Her eyes roved over his abused flesh and the pain and fear in his face as he watched her. He continued to work himself across the floor on his butt and against the far wall. Her blood began to race as she watched his bruised cock begin to grow before her eyes. Once his back was against the wall, he did have the look of a trapped animal, but Linda bet that a trapped animal did not get a raging hard-on before being consumed by its stalker. She pointed the broken cane pole at his now vibrating cock. "You are a sorry piece of shit. Even beaten and humiliated, you're wanting a good fucking. " Danny looked down to see she was right. He face bloomed bright red as his wife continued to verbally abuse his reactions. "You're just a slut. All you want is a good fuck. I beat the hell out of you, threaten to throw your ass out for fucking around on me and humiliate you in front of our neighbor, and the only thing you care about is getting fucked. Well, listen up little man. You have had your last piece of cunt! You want to live here, there will be no more women; you will do exactly as I tell you. You're going to quit that job you never go to anyway, you will keep this house clean and you will take care of me. You will do anything I tell you. And, we will start with some respect for the bread winner in this family. Do we understand each other!?" Danny cowed against the wall starring at the tormentor pointing a cane pole not more than two inches from his face, "Yes, honey. Anything." "Don't call me honey! It's yes ma'am to you!" He tried to back away from the instrument of pain, but his back was already against the wall. "Yes ma'am." "You will go to the phone right now and call in your resignation. You'll tell them that your wife said you have to quit and stay home to take care of the house and your wife." "Honey, can't I just …" Linda hit him across his raised thigh. He cried out and stuttered, "Yes ma'am." Danny started to rise to walk to the phone in the far corner, but a searing pain across his shoulders dropped him back to the floor. "Crawl to the phone. I didn't give you permission to stand!" Through tears of pain, "Yes ma'am." He crawled across the floor, his rock hard cock jutting up against his paunch, his ball sack swaying between his thighs, and sat next to the phone setting on the floor. Linda watched with satisfaction as he spoke to his boss and repeated exactly what she had told him. Apparently the boss required more of an explanation, but Danny only continued to repeat what he was told, his eyes never wavering from her face. After hanging up the phone he stayed sitting there by the phone waiting for his wife's next assault, "You will speak only when I give you permission, and most answers will require no more than 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am'. You will do anything I tell you to, including what you will wear. From now on while you are in my house, you will go naked as a reminder of what a slut you are, to show our neighbors and friends that you are just a big slutty cock with no control over your body." She laughed as his face glowed red at the idea that he might be seen this way. She reached down and laid her warm palm against his face and grinned as he flinched. "But I love you. So I will give you an out to this situation." She paused as she loved his cheek with her hand watching as he calmed at her touch. "You can leave anytime you want to." She smiled as he grasped for hope. "But you leave as you are and you can never come back." Linda watched the different emotions play across his face as he contemplated his situation. He lowered his eyes and in a soft pitiful voice, "I haven't got any money and now I haven't got a job. I'll stay." She laughed softly, "You can always go live with your brother." She loved his reaction. Sheer shock crossed his face, "No. No, he would never let me live this down. Once he found out you threw me out for screwing around and that I didn't have a penny to my name, he'd throw me out too!" She watched as he accepted his situation. "Yes ma'am. I'll stay." "Very well, follow me to the kitchen." He followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen, his minded never resting. For the first time in his life, he had no control over is own life and he had allowed it. He felt uncomfortable in his own nudity; now perfectly obvious, he had not taken care of his body. He knew he was a good fifty pounds over weight, and his erect cock, though loosing some of its starch, stuck out under his beer paunch. Elongated bruises crisscrossed his body, and he had never liked the over abundance of hair on his body that hard started to grow all over him after his thirtieth birthday. He was once considered a very good looking man, broad shoulder narrow hipped, and the women loved his soft black curls; but not as much as they loved his large cock. Linda brought him into the kitchen and had him kneel on the floor. She pulled an old chipped bowl from a stack in the lower cabinets kept for the yard cat they had adopted. She filled it was milk and watched as he drank it with the bowl cupped in his hands. She refilled it with tap water twice making him drink all of it. "As of today, you are going on a diet. You've let your body go and you look like shit. All those women may not have cared as long as you were good with your tongue and that overactive cock of yours, but I expect my husband to look good for me. I'll give you a list of meals for you each week. Along with exercise, you should be able to be back in shape in no time at all." She picked up his dirty bowl from the countertop. "And this is what you will eat out of. Every meal you prepare for yourself will be eaten from this bowl. My good china is too good for a cheating slut like you. Do you understand?" Danny lowered is head in shame, "Yes ma'am." Danny watched as Linda pointed the cane pole she still held. "Take this to your work shop and saw it in half, its too awkward with this length. He took the offending object through the house into his workshop in the basement and sawed it in half as he had been instructed, and through away the piece that was broken on one end and kept the deadly flexible tip. He brought it back to her holding it well away from his tortured body. He watched as if in slow motion as she took it from his hand and slapped it across his upper arm. "Kneel in my presence." He dropped to his knees hugging his painful arm. "This will be the instrument of your punishment when you disobey or displease me." She waited for the appropriate response. He lowered his head in the shame and fear of knowing his wife would and could use it anytime she wished. "Yes ma'am." "Now go upstairs and pick out one of your leather belts and bring it back to me now." Danny's body and mind were in conflict. He wanted to run from his abusive wife, but his body was beginning to hum, his breathing labored with excitement. His hand shook as he purposely retrieved one of his heavier leather black belts as fear and excitement grew in the pit of his stomach. He came down the stairs with the belt in hand to find his wife waiting in the living area. He brought it to her holding it gingerly by the buckle away from his body. Linda took the belt feeling the now familiar ripple of heat through her body. "On all fours. Now." She allowed him his hesitation this once and watched as he brought his naked and bruised body down on all fours on the floor in front of her, his naked ass protectively turned away from her. She slapped the doubled leather belt across her palm as she spoke, "Every morning I will give you the option to leave or pledge your self to me. If you stay and pledge yourself to me, I will give you three forceful licks of your own leather belt to seal your pledge." She moved behind him and to the side. "At this point every morning, you may leave or pledge your body and soul to me." He could not help himself. His body was alive with need, and the fear of the pain brought tears to his eyes and through his whimpers He heard himself pledge, "I pledge my body and soul to my wife." "Very well." She slapped his naked ass three times with the belt doubled leaving three livid red stripes across his ass cheeks. Her body shivered with the pleasure of his cries as the leather wrapped around his bruised ass. Danny remained on all fours, pain coursing through his ass cheeks straight to his ever hardening cock and watched his wife remove a picture from the wall of the living area and hang the leather belt. Linda turned back to her slut husband and watched the tears running down his face from the pain and humiliation. His cock was huge compared to what little of it she had seen in the recent past. "Rise to your knees, spreading them wide and place your hands on your thighs. I want a clear view of your balls hanging between your legs. This is the stance you will take when you are in your wife's presence." As he rose to kneel as instructed, he could not believe this woman in front of him was his wife. She was cold and cruel and beyond his comprehension. She terrified him and at the same time, she excited his body in a way he had never experienced with anyone before. She was only an inch shorter than him self, long brown hair, brown eyes, a well shaped body and beautiful breasts that he once remembered being able to lose himself in. He wanted her to let him strip her beautiful body and love it as it deserved. God, where had this woman come from? Linda was holding onto her desires by a string. The domination of her husband made her body sing. She wanted him to fuck her here and now, but he must be punished for what he had done to her. That cock would never feel the impalement of another woman, including herself. If she allowed herself to give in, she would be rewarding his behavior. I needed to get to the store. Taking deep breaths to control herself, she pointed the offensive cane whip at her husband. "Now I want you in that kitchen, you need to put the dishes in the dishwasher and clean up from where I prepared breakfast." She stood in the doorway with his tool of punishment watching as he gathered the dishes including his chipped bowl and started the dishwasher holding tight reign on the shocks of pleasure running throughout her body. She watched his hands shake as he cleaned the stove and the table where she sat to eat her breakfast. "Well, its nice to know you haven't forgotten how to clean up after yourself after all." She slapped the cane against the door frame and enjoyed watching Danny jump. "I need to run some errands. I have a list of things you will need to do while I'm gone. Kneel." Once he was kneeling in the floor, she handed him a list of chores. "I expect these to be done when I return and done well." She watched him look over the list, "I will check your work when I return; and if they are not done to my satisfaction, you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." "I have a few more rules to add." Her anger rose as she realized he was reading the list instead of paying attention to her words. She brought the cane whip down across his hip and thigh, and her body heat rose as he cried out in pain. "You're not listening to me. Pay attention. These rules are important. If you break one, I'll beat your ass. Do you understand me?" Through tears of pain, "Yes ma'am. "There will be no snacking. You eat and drink when I tell you and what I tell you. Your bathroom privileges are just that—a privilege. You will need my permission. You can add permission requests to your small choices of speech. You cannot read a newspaper or magazines; you cannot watch television, listen to the stereo or touch the computers. You are not allowed to answer the phone, unless it is me. So be sure you check the caller ID." She reached down a grabbed his chin in a vise grip. "And you are not allowed to touch that nasty cock of yours. If I find out that you did not follow my instructions to the letter, I will tie you down and beat you till you bleed. Do we understand each other?" Danny felt he was living a nightmare, but his body was electrified, "Yes ma'am." "Stand." She watched as he forced his sore body from the floor. Taking advantage of his raging cock and much to Danny's surprise, she took the time to take measurements of his hard shaft and crown causing new waves of electricity to course through his body. She then measured his neck, wrists and ankles. Once finished, she took the keys from the kitchen wall, "You better be a good boy. And when I return, you better be through with your chores and kneeling by the door waiting for me." Linda turned and left him standing in the middle of the kitchen floor. ***** A BUTT PLUG AND A LOADED SUV. The store that had been recommended by Master M on the Internet was a good distance from their home. He was right; she did not want to run into anyone she knew, not yet anyway. Its tasteful exterior genuinely surprised her. It looked more like a small department store than some sex shop. A large man that would have made two of Danny greeted her at the door. He was handsome and well built, dressed in casual slacks and dress shirt. The Dysfunction Family Ch. 01 Pt. 3-5 I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her continued support. Thank you so much. I have had several responses that found my story too violent and unrealistic. My story is a dark fantasy. Fantasy is a creation of freely envisioned thought or invention; imaginative, grotesque or odd; a supposition based on no solid foundation—at least that is what my dictionary says. I love dark fantasy. It allows us to experience in our minds and in our writings the dark side of humanity without harming anyone. In addition, for those of you who enjoy the dominance and submission roles in real life, within the parameters of consenting adults—I congratulate you on living your life in a way that truly makes you happy. For those of you who are offended by violence, abuse, and humiliation, I do not recommend this story. Chapter One: From Cheating Husband to Little Man