The evening meal.
Every Thursday and Sunday the families come together for dinner. The two brothers were powerful men, worked hard in their business together and at home. Both men were HoH, and it was expected the rest of the family respect each man, Dan and Rob were both Masters to their slaves. But they were also Sir’s to each brothers wife. The men tolerated no misbehaviour from either family member, and would reprimand in whatever way they chose. But the wives loved this dynamic even if they had super strict Masters. The children thought this was normal family life, but their friends did think it was strange, but accepted it.
Today the tension was a little high, the children had been given their blessing to leave with their dessert, Marissa and Toulla cleared the dishes, bringing coffee and whiskey to the men as they talked. Both men as Masters, sat at each end of the table, in big dining chairs with armrests, the rest of the family sat on normal chairs. Once the drinks were served, the men changed conversation, Marissa and Toulla were talking about the children, when Toulla stopped suddenly, listening to the men.
“We’ve set the business weekend, on the 20th, the group from Dallas can come then and so can Dick from Sweden. I’ve invited Susan, I think she should be there to learn the set up. Obviously Toulla and Marissa will be there to entertain.” Dan was saying.
“Good, yes I think we can set…….” Rob was rudely interrupted.
“The 20th, I can’t do anything then, I’m going to a concert. You know that Dan.” Toulla stood up and shouted.
“You will do as you’re told.” Rob sternly told her.
“Well I’m not fucking going,” She spat out at him. “You knew I was going out Dan, why do we need to be there?”
Rob glanced briefly at Dan, who returned with a subtle nod.
Quick as a flash Rob grabbed Toulla’s ear, dragging her off the chair and sent her over the arm of his large chair. She fought him like a wild animal until he slapped her hard across her face twice. Pushing her over the arm once more, Rob lifted her dress up, revealing a large plump bottom, the remains of bruises evident. Tucking the dress out of the way, he began to take his belt off.
“Soap Marissa.” He barked at his wife, Marissa knew exactly what he meant, she was in shock at Toulla’s tantrum, she had never seen her react like that before. She hurried to the kitchen, where the special soap was left, she wet it until it had gone all sudsy then put it on a plate and brought it back to Rob, with a cloth to wipe his hands.
Rob took the soap, ordered Toulla to open her mouth wide so he could rub the soap along her teeth, inside cheeks, roof of her mouth and tongue, then he told her to hold it in her mouth. Toulla had started crying already, realizing what a stupid thing she had just done, she herself was in shock. But when the first strike shook her body, burning her ass, the tears flowed quickly, and holding the soap was becoming tricky.
Rob’s thick, heavy, leather belt whipped across her bottom so quickly, her cheeks wiggled and jiggled continuously, the sight of the belt burning a layer of skin away as it first went white then quickly changed to crimson. Both men were incredibly strong and prided themselves on their powerful body, this could be felt during each punishment given. Still Rob never slowed his pace, her ass was now purple, thick welts travelling across her hips and legs.
All the while Marissa looked down at her knees, she never liked to see anyone punished but she wasn’t allowed to leave, Dan on the other hand looked like he was admiring his brothers belting, he did enjoy watching his wife get beaten, especially for a punishment. He would have his turn when Rob had finished, but he would never say to him, she has had enough. Both men took their roles seriously, and could whip the woman raw if they thought the punishment was necessary. They did not deal with fluffy punishments, even with the children, they would get a strong hand spanking or paddling.
After at least 15 minutes of continuous rhythm, Toulla was crying hysterically, tears streaming down her face, but somehow the soap never left her mouth. Probably from all the experience she had of mouth soaping. Her teeth stuck deeply inside the bar, but soapy slobber fell out of her mouth, it was disgusting.
“Right stand up, young lady, I hope you’ve learnt not to swear at me or interrupt ever again.” Rob said sternly.
He handed her the plate to put the soap on and the towel to wipe her face.
“One mouth rinse then straight into the corner. I think you should be naked for your corner time.” He told her.
Miserably Toulla headed to the bathroom, turning the cold tap on, she turned her head to get the flow of water going straight into her mouth. Swishing and spitting, she worked quickly, as technically this was not one rinse, her arse burned so hot, tight and sore. But she knew Dan wouldn’t forget how she spoke to him. Why did she always throw a tantrum, if she had just explained the double booking, he might have understood, now there was no way he will let her go. Giving her face a quick wash, she dried then hurried back, got undressed then stood in the corner, hands on her head. Tears still flowing as her chest heaved, shoulders shook as she cried and sniffed quietly. Letting the saliva fall out of her mouth so she didn’t swallow soapy slobber.
Marissa quickly tidied the table when Toulla’s daughter walked in, stopping when she saw her mum. This was never hidden from the children, someday it was expected that they will marry into a HoH relationship too.
Marissa stopped to help her, leaving Toulla feeling even more ashamed of herself.
Dan left her in the corner for 1 ½ hours, by then it was her bedtime. He sent her to get ready for bed, but he told her to be bent over the bed ready for a date with his cane. Nodding sadly, Toulla climbed the stairs, thankful to brush her teeth but not for the expected caning. He was in their room waiting for her when she came in. She bent over the bed, hugging a pillow.
“Toulla I was very disappointed in how you spoke to me, had you explained I may have made other arrangements. Now you are not going, you’re grounded for a month and either Rob or I will give you a daily caning to remind you of what happens when you disobey the rules. I will give you tasks to do daily, I expect them done. You don’t want to disappoint me again, do you ?” He asked.
“Nnn..no Master. I’m sorry.” Toulla managed to splutter.
“I know but actions have consequences.” He told her, lifting up his cane.