Attitude Adjustments from Aunt Joan pt.2 - Joan's Cruel Tutelage.
By gregnick1@hotmail.com
With his chin pressed firmly against her crotch for most of the night, Josh learns a few lessons in respect.


Joan had finally arrived! Sandy hadn't seen her big sister for several years,
but when she called her for help, she knew that Joan wouldn't let her down.
Sandy recognized her right away, that strong confident strut as she hauled her
two suitcases up the walkway. Sandy rushed to great her with a hug then
stepped back to take her in.

"You look great!" Sandy exclaimed. It was true. The now 42-year-old woman
hadn't lost a step over the years. She was just as imposing as she was at 12,
staring down bullies in the schoolyard in defense of her kid sister.

Sandy caught herself noticing Joan's hair for the first time. She had traded
in her long blond hair for a short, wavy, almost spikey platinum cut.

"You like it?" Joan said shyly as she waved her hand through.

"So cool!" Sandy said adoringly. "Let me help you with your stuff."

"What are you kidding?" Joan replied. And the two sisters laughed knowingly.
Joan hoisted her bags with ease and led the way. Sandy followed behind,
admiring the muscles in her sister's arms and back. And the legs, who could
forget the legs? Long and strong, ending in a shapely round ass. Many a cocky
guy ended up saying "nighty-night" in between those thighs, only to awaken to
the unmistakable pressure of Joan's bottom planted firmly on his chest or
neck. Yep, Joan still had it, and from the air about her, Sandy was guessing
that she was still using it too.

The girls jumped in to "catch up" mode right away with Sandy asking most of
the questions. Joan had been traveling as usual, meeting people and having
adventures along the way. She had a home base in California, but preferred to
be on the move. Of course she kept up with her routines - yoga, meditation and
her passion, martial arts. She was kind of a hippy in many ways; a hippy who
could take you done and put you under the heel of her shoe in about a minute
flat, but a hippy nonetheless.

The conversation gradually shifted to the matter at hand, the reason Sandy had
called her up in the first place. About a year ago, Sandy's asshole of a
second husband skipped town. And while she was glad to be rid of him, he had
left her with a monster for a step-son. At 16, he was too young to legally
toss out of the house, and without a male figure (and her ex was never really
a good one anyway) he had grown out of control and spiteful, especially
towards women. Her terrorized Sandy's daughter Jenny, who as a result, had
turned into a reclusive 13-year-old, shy and low on self-esteem.

Sandy was desperate and the only one she could turn to was Joan. The plan was
for Sandy to take a little weekend "vacation" and leave Joan in charge of the
house for a while. Joan, being an expert at drumming up trouble, would
undoubtedly coax the monster out of Josh and then hopefully tame him in her
own unique way. Josh would never see it coming. They never did. The problem
was keeping little Jenny out of the line of fire, although Joan had some other
ideas on that subject that she kept to herself.

"Speak of the devil!" Sandy said, as her daughter came into the kitchen. Jenny
was tall for her age although she slumped to hide it. She carried a little
baby fat around, but had a solid structure underneath from athletics,
something she seamed to have little interest in anymore.

"You remember your Aunt Joan?" said Sandy.

Jenny managed a little "hey" as she shyly brushed aside the long waves of hair
that hid her pretty face.

"God! You've gotten big," cried Joan encouragingly. "The picture I have of you
is so old." Joan managed a weak hug. Jenny nodded and loped off to her
bedroom.

Just then, Josh stormed in. He was a typical disenchanted, teen punk. Joan had
seen a million of them. He rudely chucked his book bag on the kitchen table
and made a bee-line for the living room. Joan and Sandy followed.

"Josh, this is my sister Joan I was telling you about. She's going to be
watching things while I'm gone this weekend."

Joan noticed the slight tremor in Sandy's voice and it really pissed her off.
It took everything she had not to snap a head-scissor on this kid right now
and play "purple face" for a few hours on the living room floor. But, she put
on a smile and extended her hand.

"Hey Josh." She said cheerily.

Josh got up and brushed right past her outstretched hand and headed back to
the fridge.

"We got any fucking food in this place?" Josh screamed from the kitchen. The
two women looked at each other and sighed as if to say, "Well there ya go."
Joan put her hands on her sister's shoulders reassuringly and said, "Go. Have
a good weekend. I'll take care of things."

Sandy started to tear up and hugged her sister. She gathered herself, nodded
silently and grabbed her things.

"OK. Bye Kiddo!" Sandy yelled down the hall to her daughter. "I left a note on
the counter."

Joan walked her to the door and sent her off. Just then Jenny emerged from her
room and faintly called out, "bye Mom", but it was too late. Josh mocked her
with a falsetto, "bye mommy!" and Jenny, visibly hurt, retreated back to her
room.

"Looks like I've got two jobs," Joan thought to herself. "I've got to break
one down and build the other up, and the two don't necessarily have to be
mutually exclusive," she thought as she smirked.

A few hours later Joan was setting the scene. The kids had retreated to their
separate rooms and Joan had moved all the furniture out of the way in the
living room, under the pretense of doing a yoga video. Dressed in tight black
spandex shorty-shorts and a matching halter top, Joan spread out her yoga mat
and started stretching. It actually was nice to get in a light work out after
her long trip. Her bronze skin and short blond hair shone under the living
room lights as she started to build a sheen of perspiration. She kept one ear
on the TV and one on the hallway behind her.

Sure enough, she heard a click behind her. The door opened and she heard the
clunky thud of boots coming down the hall. Joan quickly got to her feet.

"Where ya going?" she said as she blocking Josh's path. Josh froze at the
sight in front of him. She was almost eye-to-eye with him, Her proud breasts
jutted out above a rock hard stomach. His gaze dropped to the obvious outline
of her mound, a "camel toe" as his friends would have sneeringly called it.
And what was that? Was that a tattoo of a spider web peeking out of the top of
her shorts? Why the hell would anyone...

"Where ya going Josh?" Joan said more forcefully, snapping him out of his
trance. Joan knew the exact effect her appearance had on him. It was by
design.

"Out, " he said as he brushed past her. Joan grabbed the back of his shirt
halting him in his tracks.

"Hold on. Your mother says you have plenty of missed home work to catch up on
this weekend, and that you're not to go out, period"

Joan was making the whole thing up. She had no idea how to sound like a mother
and she hoped she sounded convincing.

"Bullshit!" retorted Josh as he spun and swiped her hand away. He threw his
finger in her face. "You're not my Aunt, Aunt Joooooan! And you best keep out
of my way this weekend!"

"And you best not point that finger in my face, young man!" Joan said calmly
as she grabbed his hand. She spun, threw her butt into his stomach and
executed a perfect throw over her shoulder, deftly holding onto the hand and
guiding him down. She planted her foot on the side of his head and gave his
wrist a painful twist. Josh yelped and Joan rewarded him with a slight bop to
the puss with her heal. She let him go and he scrambled away.

"You bitch!" he yelled as he sprouted up. Josh started pacing back and fourth.
He had never been in a real fight before and his emotions were welling up
inside of him. He charged, not knowing whether he was lunging at her or
lunging for the door in escape. Joan saw the gangly teen advancing and it took
her back all those years ago when she used to conquer the hot-headed boys in
her neighborhood. Boys were all the same, all bluster and bravado one minute
and the next minute tears are streaming off their cheeks on to your thighs and
you're offering to wipe their noses - with the seat of your shorts, of course.

Joan dropped down to the side and caught him in a toe-hold, tripping him with
one leg positioned at the front of his feet and the other sweeping the back of
his calves. Josh, collapsed forward allowing Joan to quickly mount him from
behind. She crossed his feet and brought them up to his butt and sat on them.
She cupped his chin and bent his head back. Josh screamed bloody murder.

"Nah, Nah, Nooo. What are you doing!?", he yelled.

"Teaching you a lesson, sport. It's been a ling time coming." She recalled how
shaky her sister's voice had sounded earlier in the day and a wave of anger
swept over her. Joan stuck her finger in his mouth and fish-hooked his cheek.
He shrieked and beat the ground with his hands. Joan composed herself. After
all, this was just a 16year old kid, not a full- grown man like she was used
to tangling with. His body felt weak and pliable under her and she reminded
herself that he was still young and not beyond repair. He just needed some
"training"

Jenny thought she had heard something, Or did she? She had her headphones on
and cranked to the max. She also thought she had heard thumping noises coming
from the living room. She took of her headphones and crept out into the
hallway. She looked into the living room and saw Aunt Joan on the floor oddly
reclining on her side. The wall partially blocked her view and all Jenny could
see was Aunt Joan's torso sticking out.

"Oh hey Jenny," said Aunt Joan calmly. "What's happening?"

"Nothing. I thought I heard something. Where's Josh?" she said slowly creeping
forward unsure of what was going on.

"Oh, he's right here. Come take a look". Jenny walked into the living room and
there she saw the oddest site she had ever seen. There was Josh lying on the
floor with Aunt Joan's legs wrapped around his neck. Josh was kicking his legs
and weakly pawing at her thighs and making funny coughing sounds. It looked
like she had him trapped there.

"What are you doing?" Jenny exclaimed, "I mean to him?"

"I'm scissoring him."

"But why?"

"Well, I guess you could say we had an argument, and I'm settling the
argument."

God! Aunt Joan looked like some kind of Amazonian spacewoman with that black
spandex outfit and short blond hair. Jenny had no idea how strong her Aunt was
under those clothes. She had Josh down and incapacitated so effortlessly that
it almost like she had him on display

"Come closer and check it out. He won't hurt you." As she said it, she tensed
her legs, which produced a moan and another coughing fit from Josh. Jenny
peered over her Aunt's thigh and saw Josh's beet red face. She was shocked.
She never thought that anyone around this house would be able shut him up let
alone a woman.

Joan sensed Jenny's curiousness and tried to break the ice.

"Um, there's actually lots of ways to scissor a boy!" she said encouragingly
as she scooped up Josh by the back of the hair. "I can do it this way."

She pulled the back of his head in between her thighs, propped her self up on
her hands and cranked on a classic head scissor. Jenny was mesmerized at the
sight of Josh's pain-racked face. Josh made brief eye-contact with her then
quickly looked away.

"Or I can reverse it!" Sandy let his head thud to the floor and quickly laid
over top of his prostrate body in a 69 position. She expertly scooped up his
head and stuffed his kisser into the tight juncture of her ass and upper
thighs. She powered her glutes and Josh let out a cry that was muffled in
black spandex.

Enthusiastically, Joan launched into further instruction. "See! I can grab one
of his wrists with this hand and with the other, I can inflict further
punishment by dropping an elbow on his testicals..."

Joan stopped short when she saw the astonishment in Jenny's face. Maybe this
was a little too "advanced".

"Oh...maybe we can get to that later...I can show you some basic holds, if
you'd like," said Joan.

"Umm, yeah, that would be cool. What about him?" Jenny replied.

"Well, he doesn't have much of a choice does he?"

They both giggled. Joan proceeded to put on a clinic for Jenny, showing her a
battery of basic ground holds, locks and tosses with minimal strength so as
not to waste Josh completely. Jenny's zeal grew. She started to ask questions
and crawl off the couch for closer inspection and study. Joan was in her glory
feeding off of Jenny's enthusiasm.

"See how I cross his arms above his head when I have him down?" Joan said as
she lay on top of Josh and clamped on a grapevine hold. "It negates the
strengths of his arms while I weaken his legs. Twist them in tightly and power
out." Joan flexed her legs splitting Josh wide open. He screeched and
suddenly, did something Jenny had never seen before. He started bawling. Real,
uncontrollable tears came streaming down his face. With no regard for how he
looked or who was seeing him cry, he broke down.

"P-p-p-please, no more!" he sobbed. "I can't t-t-take it." Then he uttered the
magic words, the words that always sent a tingle up Joan's spine.

"Please, Ill, I'll...do anything!" He spat out.

Joan smiled at Jenny who smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Anything, huh?" Said Joan. "Anything!?" she said again as she tensed her
legs.

"AHHHH! YES...ANYTHING!" He screamed.

"Well, what do you think?" Joan said turning to Jenny.

"Oh...I don't know, " Jenny said shyly returning to the couch.

"Come on!" replied Joan "You've got him. You can make him clean your room, do
your laundry for a week, clean your entire shoe collection...with his tongue!
While you're wearing them!"

Joan could tell she was again advancing too far. Jenny calmly slid off the
couch trancelike and advanced on the trapped Josh. Joan slid back and sat on
his stomach trapping his arms in the crooks of her knees. Jenny approached her
sniveling step-brother with a fire in her eyes. She grabbed him by the hair
and yanked his head so that he was forced to look at her.

"Right now I just want to hear him say two words. Two words for all the shit
he's put me and my mother through...TWO WORDS JOSH! You know what they are."
She screamed at him, inches from his face.

Josh sniffled and gulped and with tears streaming down his face he whimpered,
"I'm s-s-sorry."

Jenny, still holding a fist-full of his hair studied his pleading eyes.

"Good, but not good enough," she said spitefully and slammed his head down.
She got up and ran into the kitchen. Joan was stunned, stunned and amazed at
the intensity of the moment. She got up, put a foot on Josh's chest and told
him he'd better not move a muscle.

Joan found Jenny quietly crying in the kitchen. She put her hand on her
shoulder.

"Hey, it's ok. I know there's a lot of hurt and anger there. And I know what
it feels like when all that stuff rushes to the surface, but I'm glad it's
coming out. And I think things are going to be a lot different around here
from now on."

"I also think," she said, cupping Jenny's chin under her hand. "I also think
you're starting to figure out why I'm here."

Jenny looked up at her and whipped her tears.

"Yeah, you're not your everyday babysitter," she said smiling.

Joan smiled back, put her arms around her niece and gave her a big hug.

"Come on, let's go see what else we can do to him."

They both smiled and sauntered out to the living room. Josh raised his head
and moaned as he saw woman and girl advancing on him.

"I said I was sorry!" he croaked,

From out of nowhere jenny parroted his voice mockingly "I said I was
soooorrry," she said and the pair laughed as they advanced on him.

Joan flopped down on Josh's chest knocking all the air out of him as Jenny
excitedly bound up on the couch as if coming back from the halftime of a
football game.

"The schoolgirl pin," said Joan as if introducing a new chapter of a
text-book. "Have you ever seen a girl use this on a boy."

Jenny related how one time at school a tough black girl walloped some kid for
making a semi-racist remark. She sat on his chest and slapped him around a few
times as the other kids watched. She held him there for like 5 minutes,
eventually making him eat a clump of dirt. The kid pretty much stayed to
himself for the rest of the semester.

"Smart girl," replied Joan, "And I'm not surprised by the outcome. The
schoolgirl pin can be a devastating hold to use on a boy because of the
psychological effects."

"It's a show of total dominance," said Joan as she slowly locked Josh's limp
arms in the crooks of her knees. "It can only be done to a thoroughly beaten
opponent. It's not something you can apply right away. You have to have him
beaten into total submission."

"It's more like a victory dance after the fight, then?" said Jenny

"Exactly!" said Joan as she spread her knees and slid up to sit high on his
chest.

"How long do you set on them?" asked Jenny with a glint in her eye.

"As long as you want sweetie, a few minutes, an hour, an afternoon!" Joan said
with a wink. "I pretty much finish all my fights with this. The rich girls
road ponies, other girls rode bikes. I rode boys...God, I bet half the faces
in my high-school yearbook were framed by my thighs at one point or another. I
even took a teacher down once who was trying to cheat me on a grade. Waited
for him after class and pinned him right behind his desk and made him change
the mark right there. Also made him bump up a few of my friend's grades too.
He never said a word"

"That is awesome!" cried Jenny. "I can't imagine."

"It's easier than you think," replied Joan.

"So this is your time to do anything you want to him," said Joan as she slowly
slid up in a neck-sit forcing Josh's chin back. "You can punish him, instruct
him, humiliate him or just give him a general attitude adjustment."

"God, your...thing...is right on him." Whispered Jenny.

"That's the point, isn't it," said Joan with a smile. "You ever hear of
rubbing a dog's nose in it? Well, it's sort of like that."

Joan could see Jenny absentmindedly moving her legs in and out, squeezing her
knees together as she looked on in wide-eyed amazement. Right then, she knew
she may have an "enthusiast" on her hands.

"Anyway, Joshy-boy needs some attitude adjustment, don't you? She said sweetly
to her prey. "When it comes to the women in his life, he needs to learn CPR."

"C...," she said as she thrust her hips out plastering his head to the floor.
"P...R," she continued pumping Josh each time who let out moans through
clenched teeth.

"Courtesy...Politeness...and Respect," she said accenting each word with a
pump from her crotch. She repeated the mantra over and over, rhythmically
pounding Josh, "C...P...R... Courtesy...Politeness...and Respect!"

Joan now had her arms folded across her chest and her ultra tight spandex had
ridden up her hips. Jenny could see the outline of her aunt's now wet vagina
as it mashed Josh's chin and she decided that she had never seen anything so
exciting in her life. Josh was crying again softly when Joan let up.

"Now you say it. C!" Joan said as she pumped him and retracted.

"C-cccourtesy," sputtered josh with an almost audibly horse voice.

"P?"

"ppp-politness."

"and Rrrrrrrrr," she said holding the pump against his chin.

"r-r-respect," josh responded meekly.

"Good, CPR," Joan said silently pumping his throat a few more times for good
measure.

She looked over at Jenny who was wide-eyed and breathing hard while still
swinging her legs back and fourth.

"You want to try?" said Joan jolting Jenny.

"N-no, You've got him. I just like watching...I mean I'm just watching," she
said turning bright red.

"Well, I think he's learned a lot today, wouldn't you say?" Joan said smiling.
"It's late, why don't you head off to bed. I'm going to finish him off
myself."

Jenny nodded. She was exhausted. Her little world had just been turned upside
down all in one night. Joan stretched out her arms and Jenny knelt down to
give her a big hug.

"Good night Aunt Joan," she said and hugged her tight. Joan melted.

"Good night sweet-heart," she said tenderly.

"Night ass-head," Jenny said smiling down at Josh's stuck face. He just closed
his eyes. Joan gave him a quick pump.

"Have you forgotten everything? Where's the politeness?" she said.

"g-gg-odnight, j-j-jenny, " he snivled.

"He might need a little more work," chimed Joan as they hugged again.

Jenny bounded off to bed leaving Aunt Joan with her catch. Joan waited
patiently atop of Josh while listening to Jenny get ready for bed. She slowly
and quietly rubbed his neck and chin gazing down into his eyes. She was
definitely heating up. When Joan was sure Jenny was in her room she sat back
on Josh.

"Well, here we are, just the two of us," she sighed. Josh's eyes were red and
raw from crying and he had a few burst blood vessels in his face from some of
the squeezing he had taken.

Joan rolled over on her back, taking Josh's head with her. She fit his face
snuggly in between her thighs and lightly scissored him with his chin jutted
out over the top of her crotch.

She slowly folded down the waistband of her spandex shorts like she had when
she first encountered josh in the hallway.

"I noticed you looking at my web earlier," she said sweetly. "Do you know why
it's there?" she asked tensing her legs up. Josh let out a low moan.

"Take a guess," she said pouring on more pressure.

"Ahhhhh! B-b-b-b-because it traps things?" Josh blurted out

"Good boy," she said rewarding him with a squeeze.

"Because it traps things. So, what does that make you?" she said with a jolt
of power.

"Ughh-T-t-t-tappped?" he said.

"You got it." Joan was starting to roll her hips a bit. Having the teen there
at her mecry was getting her so hot.

"Ever had your face raped by a woman before?...I'll take that as a no," she
said quickly stuffing his mouth against her pussy. Josh let out a scream that
vibrated into her.

"Oh god yes!" whispered Joan as she started scissoring and humping him at the
same time. She pulled back on his hands forcing herself closer to him. Josh's
neck was bent back at a painful angle as Joan continued to abuse him, faster
and faster, harder and harder, her ass thumping off the floor.

Just at the climax Joan grabbed a pillow and let out a scream into it. She
gradually subsided feeling the wetness spread across her spandex. She dropped
the pillow and looked down at Josh who was out cold. She dropped her legs,
spread her knees and rolled Josh's limp head around in her lap

If Jenny was amazed by what she had seen before, she was in shock at what she
just saw. She had intended to hit the sack, but it was something Aunt Joan had
said right before she went off to bed, "I'm going to finish him off," is what
she said. Now, as Jenny peered through a crack in her bedroom door, she saw
what Aunt Joan had meant, and if she wasn't mistaken, it looked like she had
just masturbated using his face. Jenny had never seen anything like it before
and she was entranced. She noticed a warm tingly sensation building inside of
her and it frightened her. How could she take such pleasure in watching her
step-brother get abused like that? Was this natural? She should have been
appalled, but the feelings inside of her told a completely different story.

Jenny watched Aunt Joan slide herself out from underneath Josh's lifeless
form. She rolled him over and examined his face. Josh was definitely out cold
and Aunt Joan was lightly tapping his face trying to wake him up. It was as if
Aunt Joan wanted him to be awake and aware of every moment of his humiliation.
She saw Josh stir much to Aunt Joan's delight. Was it over? Half of her wanted
it to be, the other half wanted to see more. As if answering Jenny's wish Aunt
Joan proceeded to mount Josh again, this time facing his feet. She settled her
spandex covered ass down on his face and began to sort of wiggle in.

Aunt Joan was facing Jenny, although she was sure that she couldn't see her
peering through the crack of her door. All she could see of Josh was his chin
jutting out from underneath Aunt Joan's now visibly wet crotch. Which meant
that his face was pretty much buried under Aunt Joan's meaty ass. God, what
was she going to do to him now?

Joan settled in like she had done a hundred times before. She had Joshes arms
crossed and straight back behind him braced by her shins. She was searching
for the sweet spot and she think she had found it. Through the thin fabric of
her spandex she could feel Josh's nose poking up and into her asshole - and it
felt divine. At the same time, his mouth was mashed against the back of her
pussy. It was the perfect reverse sit.

Joan started out slowly. She was going to make this last!

20 minutes later, Jenny was still glued to the action. Joan had just come in
for a landing after her 4th orgasm atop Josh's face. Her bucking hips slowly
coming to rest. Jenny was awash in emotions she had never felt before. Every
aspect of the scene was affecting her. The position of the bodies, the total
supremacy of Aunt Joan and the total humiliation of Josh all combined into a
powerful sensation. She desperately wanted to take her Aunt's place, to feel
what she imagined she was feeling.

Joan got up leaving Josh's limp form lying on the living room carpet. She
splashed cool water on her face and poured herself a glass of wine from the
kitchen. She returned and collapsed on a lazy boy next to Josh. She crossed
her legs and casually rested her foot on his face while she savored her wine
and waited for him to revive.

A few minutes later Josh awoke sputtering and coughing under her foot.

"P-p-pplease, no more," he cried.

"Oh yeah?" she responded sweetly tapping her foot on his face. "Had enough? I
think so too. It doesn't like you're in any shape to be going out either,
huh?" she said rising to tower above him. "Looks like somebody is ready for
bed."

Joan watched him stir slowly, first rolling onto his belly and then shakily
rising to all fours. Joan slowly spread her legs and stood astride his ragged
form.

"I'd feel better knowing that you went straight to bed, and didn't try pulling
any fast ones on me," she said smiling, knowing that he was totally beaten
into submission and wouldn't so much as dare step out of line at this point.
Still, she wanted to continue the humiliation.

"So, let's escort you to your room, shall we?" With that, she mounted Josh's
back like a horse, wrapping her thighs around his waist and belly.

"There. Now to the bedroom please," she said clucking her tongue.

"Ohhhh, I c-c-can't, pl-please," Josh bellowed, his arms buckling under her
weight. What little strength he had, had been squeezed and twisted out of him,
and still the nightmare went on.

"Come onnn" Joan responded sweetly, clucking her tongue again and adding a
little squeeze for emphasis. "We're not going anywhere, unless you do."

Josh slowly lurched forward, labouriously picking up and putting down his
hands and knees while Joan proudly rode atop of him. Head bowed, he looked
like a man crawling through the dessert.

As they slowly approached Jenny receded into her bedroom away from the crack
in her door. Aunt Joan had her arms folded across her chest and was grinning
down at her slow moving steed. Jenny could hear Josh breathing hard and
whimpering. At one point he broke down in the hallway and sobbed. Aunt Joan
needed him in the side with her legs.

"Perhaps I should take my wire-lined sports bra off and use it as a bit! Would
that get you going?" she said to him fiercly pulling his head back by the
hair.

"Do it...do it!" Jenny thought watching in admiration from her hiding space.
The image of aunt Joan bare-breasted and riding Josh like an Amazon warrior
sent another wave of chills through Jenny's body. Much to her disappointment,
Josh summoned the strength and continued.

Just as they passed by the door, Jenny swore for an instant that Aunt Joan
looked in her direction and smiled. She quickly receded further into her room
wondering if Aunt Joan knew that she had been watching the whole time.

Joan rode him all the way up to his bed, slowly unlocked her legs and
dismounted him.. "Up ya go!" she said spiritedly and watched him haul himself
into bed and roll to his side away from her.

"Boy, somebody is going to sleep well tonight. I know I will," she said with
mock enthusiasm.

"Oh, and just one last thing," she said getting down close to him. "I don't
want you getting out of bed later to brush your teeth or wash your face. I
want you to taste me on your lips and smell me in your nostrils all night.
You're going to fall asleep drowning in my juices. You understand?"

She kissed him on the cheek and licked her lips. "Ah, the taste of victory!"
she said seductively. Josh buried his head in his pillow and started sobbing
again.

Joan put her hands on her hips and smiled down proudly at the broken boy. She
walked out, shutting the door. Slinking up to Jenny's room, she quietly
listened at the door and mused. She peeked in and saw Jenny sleeping or at
least pretending to sleep. Joan knew better.

"Good night," she whispered. "Sweet dreams."

Getting no response, she closed the door tenderly. She was going to take a
long soak in the tub and finish off the rest of that wine. Tomorrow would be
the dawn of a new day, and a new way of life for both Jenny and Josh.

To be continued...