Jason And Livia Trilogy by John Marmot    Back.

Jason Gets Broken
Jason Gets Spanked
Jason Gets Raped




Jason Gets Broken


"Welcome home, my love!"  Livia hugged her male and kissed him.


Jason and Livia had just arrived at her - no, their - apartment.  Livia
picked Jason up and carried him inside, setting him down gently.  Jason felt
shy; although they had just spent the past two weeks together doing things
he had only dreamed about - and some things he hadn't - this was the first
time he had seen her home.  Their home now.  He looked at his new wife and
smiled shyly.


"Here, darling, hang up our coats."  Livia gave him her heavy coat and
opened the coat closet.


"Oh, no," thought Jason, "not more orders!"  From the time they were
married, it seemed to Jason that his wife spent most of every day telling
him what to do.  That was just fine in the bedroom, where she was a lot more
experienced than he, but she acted like she was in charge both in bed and
out.


"No, Jason!"  Livia corrected.  "Hang up our coats more carefully than
that."  Livia noted with appreciation that her male was disappointed that he
disappointed her.  He would make a fine partner, no matter what her family
said.


"That's better!"  Livia was genuinely pleased with his effort to please her,
and that made Jason feel better about being made to repeat something so
inconsequential as hanging up clothes.  "Now, how about some supper?"


They spent the rest of the evening making supper, well Livia made supper,
and Jason more or less followed her about, getting this, putting that away.
It was irksome, they way she kept bossing him around, but the delicious meal
- chicken over rice, with this really nifty sauce - more than mollified him.


"One last task, you cute little male" - how it irritated him when she called
him that! - "Do the dishes, and don't forget to soak the pans, or they won't
get clean."


"Again with the orders!  Doesn't she know how to ask?" Jason grumbled
silently, but finally got the dishes done.


"See, now the chores are out of the way, and we can relax."  She patted the
seat of his pants as she walked past.  He jumped, as usual, but, as usual,
didn't mind her forwardness.


"Ok, now the slave driver routine should be over,"  Jason thought as he
looked through Livia's collection of CDs.  "Now things should get better."


But when Livia returned a moment later, things were anything but better.
"Jason, those dishes don't look too good.  Go wash them again, dearest."


"That does it!"  Thought Jason angrily.  "This stops here!"


"Jason, I said go wash the dishes again; do it now."


"Stop being such a bitch!  I'm not your slave, so stop treating me like
one!" The words were out of Jason's mouth before he had known he spoke them.
He and his wife were both shocked.


"What exactly did you say?"  Livia kept her calm demeanor, but her dark blue
eyes reflected the anger growing under the surface.


"Um, stop treating me like a slave."  Looking up into Livia's eyes, Jason
felt his knees go weak.  But he had to take a stand sometime.   He steeled
himself.


"No, dear.  What did you call me?"  She moved toward him as she spoke.


"I, um, I  called you a b-bitch," Jason stammered.  "If you don't like it,
stop acting like one."


"I see."


-Slap!-  Livia slapped Jason's face hard.  he staggered back against the
wall.


"Ow!"  Jason was hurt and very angry.  What right had she to--?


"Never, ever call me or any other female that word."  She glared coldly at
Jason, and he shivered fearfully.  "I was advised to be firm with you from
the beginning, but I decided against it.  I thought you would love me more
than your foolish male ego.  I see I was wrong."


-Whump!-  Livia's shapely foot crashed into her male's privates.  He
crumpled into a ball at her feet, whimpering.  She kicked his legs apart and
stomped hard on his privates.  Jason uttered a gurgled moan and curled up
into a fetal position, crying bitterly.


Through a haze of pain, Jason heard his wife moving around the apartment,
heard water running, with growing distress heard her returning to him.
Livia knelt beside Jason, lifted his head and cradled him in her arms.  He
wanted to protest, to scream his rage at her, but found all he had strength
to do was weep against her breast.


"There, there, little Jason.  Livia's here."  She smoothed his hair, and
rocked him gently until he had recovered his composure.  He was clearly very
angry and he opened his mouth to tell her so, but she kissed him and while
her surprised male was puzzling out how to react to this, she laid a finger
against his lips.


"No, my love, let me talk first, then if you still want to talk, I will
listen."  Jason felt overwhelmed.  He wanted to protest, but like so often
on their honeymoon, he found himself naturally following his wife's lead.


"When we were married, I vowed to love, provide for , protect, and lead you
forever and ever.  And you vowed to love, honor, trust and obey me forever.
Do you remember?  Just nod."


Jason nodded.  He wasn't paying much attention at the time, but it seemed
like the minister had gotten the lines mixed up.  He was going to tell his
wife just how loving he thought it was to kick your husband in the balls,
but she continued before he could speak.


"Part of my vows is to help you keep yours.  I haven't been keeping my vows,
my love.  If you don't honor me, then we both have failed."  Livia gazed
down into Jason's eyes.  "I'm sorry I failed you, dear Jason."  His wife
looked so sad, Jason felt like crying.


It wasn't fair!  Livia had been treating him like a slave driver, and when
he protested, she slapped his face and kicked him between his legs.  He
should be furious, but all he felt was sorrow and worry because he had made
her sad.


"I will take better care of you, my cute little male, starting now.  You
said you thought you weren't my slave.  Is that still how you feel?  Again,
just nod."


Jason nodded again.  He was crazy about Livia, but if she thought she could
treat him like her slave, she'd better think again.


"You see?"  She stroked her male's cheek.  "I should have listened to my
Sisters and been firmer with you.  Then you would have no such illusions."


"Now see here!--OW!"


Livia relaxed her grip on her male's testicles, until she saw his expression
change from agony to just pain.  "Naughty Jason!  Livia said no talking
until Livia is finished.  Now will you obey?  Just nod."


Jason nodded quickly, beads of sweat forming on his brow.  When his wife
finally let go, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.


"From now on, I will be firmer with you, and there will be no more doubt
about who is in charge.  You are male, and by definition that means you are
a slave.  What you must remember is that when I married you, I made you my
male, dearest."


Jason wondered where she learned her definition of male as slave.  Probably
from that coven she belonged too.  Still, it felt so good whenever she told
him she loved him.  So what if she had weird ideas?  He could handle it.


"Jason,"  Livia concluded, "I love you, and I always will.  No matter what I
do to you or how much it hurts, everything that happens between us is
because I love you and care about you.  Do you understand, my precious
male?"


Jason nodded yet again.  This was all so weird!


"Do you want to add anything?"  He didn't.


Livia helped Jason up onto his knees.  Then his wife stood over him and
scolded him.  "What a naughty male!"  She said, resting her hands on her
hips.  "You rebelled against someone who loves you and wants you to be
happy.  How naughty and wrong to call Livia, or any female, bad names!
That's disrespectful, and it's just being bad!"


Jason blushed.  It was embarrassing to be scolded like a young child!  Livia
went on at length about what a naughty little male he was being.  The worst
thing about this little ordeal was that, as Livia continued her verbal
spanking, he began to feel like a little child.  He sniffled, and was
further embarrassed to notice the tears trickling down his cheeks.


Just as Jason was feeling brokenhearted about not respecting females because
he called Livia a you-know-what, Livia concluded her scolding.  "You've been
very naughty, little Jason!  What have you to say for yourself?"


"I'm sorry, Livia!"  Jason whispered tearfully.  "I'll be good from now on."


Livia helped her male to his unsteady feet and embraced him.  She let him
bury his face in her ample bosom.  "I know, I know.  Jason wants to be good
for Livia."  As she led Jason to their bedroom, she added, "and Livia knows
just how to make Jason be good!"


Jason's wife led him to her bed.  Cooing gentle phrases, she helped him out
of his shirt and shoes, his pants and undies.  then she just sat there on
the bed, cuddling Jason.  It felt so good, and he felt so loving toward her.
He was totally unprepared for her next statement.


"Now, Livia is going to spank Jason so hard, he will never think about being
bad ever again!"


"Please Livia!"  Jason protested.  "I'll be good!"


Livia put her finger against his lips and shushed him.  "Never protest a
spanking, Jason.  Livia knows what you need so you'll behave."


Livia's tender, maternal care brought out in Jason's latent submissiveness,
and his protest was an honest expression of fear rather than prideful
rebellion.  That was why she simply gave him an admonition rather than pain.
His response, nodding and holding her fearfully, showed her instincts
correct.  She led her charge to his spanking.


Jason's wife led him across the bedroom.  His heart was pounding as he was
bent over a footstool in front of a comfortable looking chair.  A part of
him wanted to rebel, to assert his male pride, to escape his current
situation.  But a bigger part of him really wanted to please his wife, and
he just turned his head and looked up at her silently.


"Now Jason, this is going to hurt.  A lot."  She pulled a long rattan cane
out of a vase beside her chair as she sat down.  It dripped warm water onto
his back.  "You'll probably want to cry.  Loudly.  That's ok; spankings hurt
and it's ok for Jason to cry when he hurts."


Livia rested the cane on Jason's naked bottom, and he whimpered
involuntarily.


"Please Livia, please don't."  Jason hated himself for begging.  But he was
so afraid!  He was shivering with fear.


Livia left the soaked length of rattan against Jason's bottom and bent down
to him.  "There, there, little Jason.  We both want you to be good, and we
both know a spanking will help you be good."  She brushed her hand across
his brow.  "Don't worry, my love.  This first time I won't spank until you
are ready."


Jason knelt there watching his wife wait for him to be ready for his
spanking.  She kept the wet cane against his behind, and it dripped water
uncomfortably down his leg.  What was he waiting for - surely it couldn't be
that bad.  "Please s-spank me now," he said, bravely.


"Ok, my love."


-swish!-  The cane felt like a thousand needles on Jason's bottom as his
wife began the spanking.  He screamed and forced himself up out from under
her.


"Naughty Jason!"  Livia grappled him and forced him back down over the
footstool.  She knelt with one knee on his ankle and another trapping his
hand.


-Swish!-  "Oww!"  This time, she brought the cane down on the sole of his
trapped foot.  He never felt anything so painful!  That was even worse than
the stroke across his rear.  His vision blurred, and he collapsed on the
footstool, crying.


"When Livia or any female spanks you, never, ever struggle!"  Livia put the
cane back in the vase and retrieved another.  "Now we will begin again.
Please try to be brave this time."


-Swish!-  The wet rattan cane bit into his bottom, and Jason wailed.
-Swish!-
-Swish!-  Jason wailed with every stroke of the cane, and he sobbed.
-Swish!-


"Stop!"  Jason cried and again tried to get up, only to find his wife plop
heavily on his back.  Livia sat on Jason's slender back and trapped his
other ankle beneath a foot.  Knowing what was coming, Jason cried out
inarticulately.


-Swish!-  Oooww!  The cane hit the sole of his other foot, and again the
pain was so unbearable!  Jason started to cry like a baby, both feet now
throbbing, swollen and nearly short-circuiting with the pain they conveyed
to his brain.


"Naughty, naughty little male!"  Livia scolded.  "Never struggle against
Livia or any female!"  She sat down beside Jason and once more pulled out a
fresh cane.  "Now we must start over."


-Swish!  Swish!  Swish!-  Jason tried to take it, but it hurt so much!


"Stop it,!  Let me go!"  He cried.  Twisting, he punched her leg repeatedly
and tried to get up.


The rebellious male's physical assault surprised Livia.  She stood, and so
did Jason.  They grappled with each other for a second, but Livia was much
stronger, more agile, and she had been trained in fighting.  Furthermore,
she was suffering neither the physical nor the emotional effects of her
male's discipline.  The fight was over almost before it had started, and
Jason was on the floor on his tummy with an enraged Livia sitting on his
back.


"BAD!!  Naughty male!"  She grasped both arms firmly and pulled them behind
his back. "NEVER HIT!! Ever!  Jason never hits anyone!"


Jason felt unbelievable, excruciating pain, as his furious wife twisted his
arms and pulled them behind his back.  He screamed until he had no more
voice left, and still Livia pulled and twisted his tortured arms until he
felt she was twisting them off.  "Never hit anyone, little male!"  She said,
angrily.  "ESPECIALLY not a female!"


Jason just lay there under his wife, weeping while she tortured him.  His
arms were hurting, far too much to bear, and her voiced anger was much too
awful for him.  "This is what happens to naughty males who hurt others!"
Livia wrenched his arms again and again, punctuating her words, feeling his
tendons stretching to the limit of their elasticity.  "Jason must NEVER hurt
anyone!"


Her anger spent, Livia carefully guided Jason's arms back down, making sure
they weren't dislocated.  She sat back in her chair, gently guiding Jason to
his knees between her legs.  He looked up into the loving eyes of the woman
who just punished him worse than anything he ever experienced.  She tenderly
held his face in her hands, meeting his fearful, anguished gaze for the
couple of seconds it took him to react to her punishment.


Jason broke down then, crying and crying, completely out of control.  Livia
picked him up and cuddled him to her bosom.  "There, there, little one.  You
go on and cry."  She murmured maternal comforts gently cooing to her abused
little male until he finally calmed down.  "There, there, Livia still loves
little Jason.  Love you, little darling."


Jason looked up at his wife and tried to speak, tried to express the pain he
felt, but only managed to start weeping again, great sobs that shook his
body.  Livia understood, as her male soon would, that this punishment was
permanent.  He would be physically weak and defenseless for several months
at least, and emotionally incapable of harming another person, even in self
defense, for the rest of his life.  This realization made her feel so
protective toward her helpless little male.  She held him close, rocking him
gently in her strong, soft arms.


Finally, Jason was calm again.  He would have cried himself to sleep in his
wife's arms except he was in too much pain.  Instead, he lay in a haze of
sleepiness and physical exhaustion, listening to the sweet music of his
wife's loving voice.  He took in her comforts gratefully, even though she
had just finished hurting him more than anything he had ever experienced.
She was so sweet to him now.  Jason never felt so attached to his wife.


Livia felt her male stir restlessly, and allowed him to stand.  As soon as
his poor feet bore any weight, Jason collapsed, holding his feet and weeping
again pitifully.  "Oh!  poor little dear!"  Livia scooped her male into her
arms and carried him to bed.  "You won't be walking for a while, I'm
afraid."


She put Jason in bed and climbed in beside him.  Laying down, she caressed
his tummy and stroked his face.  "Have you learned your lesson, Jason?"


"Uh-huh," he whimpered into her breast.


Livia held her helpless, weepy male and kissed him repeatedly.  "Livia is
going to be very firm with Jason, but you'll see, dearest.  We'll both be so
much happier!"


In response, Jason could only nod, but again tears were rolling down his
cheeks.
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Jason gets Spanked


Jason sat on the sofa pensively waiting for his lovely wife to return.
Although he was told to be still, he couldn't resist moving his arms.  They
responded slowly, but with the tendons in his shoulders ripped and
stretched, he felt lucky they would move at all.  he tried to lift his arms
above his head, but they trembled as if he held lead weights.  "What am I
going to do?"  he thought.
"Without arms I can't --"


The door opened and in strode Livia.  She was about six feet tall, with her
blonde hair in two long braids that reached her waist.  She wore a white
cotton blouse, opened about half way, exposing large, weighty breasts
cradled in a white lace bra.  Her black skirt was slit to her waist,
revealing one powerfully muscled leg, and a hip clad in lace matching her
bra.  Jason's heart pounded as he met her gaze.  "Oh,  what a wonderful
woman!"  he thought.  "If only she weren't so --"


"You moved," she said.


Quickly, feeling the fear welling like a tide in his gut, Jason lowered his
arms.  They protested painfully, but once more were at his side.


"I'm sorry, Livia!  I --"


"Silence, worm!"  Her voice carried an angry edge, although her face
remained impassive.  "Come here."


Jason slid off the couch and walked to his wife on his knees.  The carpet
burned his knees as he rushed to her, making him wince in pain.


"You do well to hurry."  Livia squatted in front of her naked, trembling
male.  "Dear little Jason!  If you'd only obeyed, you would be kissing my
feet right now, and we'd both be happy.  But because you didn't stay still
like I told you to, you must be punished."


Jason bit his lip, his eyes welled with tears, but he did not cry.  He was
truly afraid, but that didn't mean he wasn't a man.


Livia saw through his futile male bravado with a growing irritation.  When
would he learn that with her the rules were different?


-slap!- Jason heard the blow before he felt the hot pain of her hand across
his face.  He flinched, choked back a sob.  His wife went out of focus as
the tears dripped down his cheeks.


"Damn it, Jason!"  She tangled her long, delicate fingers in his curly hair
and looked into his eyes.  "Why do you keep hurting yourself?  Your damned
disobedience is hurting you badly, and hiding behind that foolish male pride
is just making it worse!"


Jason felt himself pulled into Livia's soft, warm bosom.  He was surprised
to feel her shuddering with sobs, her tears raining down on his naked back.
Embarrassed, he put his damaged arms around his wife, embracing her weakly.


"I'm sorry, Livia.  Please, please don't cry.  I'll be good!  I'll --"


His wife put two fingers gently to his lips.  "I know you'll be good.  Now,
lets get you some help to be good for Livia."


She stood, wiping her hand across her eyes.  Then she rested her hands on
her shapely hips and began to scold Jason for moving.  He shrunk under her
berating.  Her words always cut deeper into him than any beatings ever did.


"What a naughty male!  She finished at last.  "When will you be someone I'm
proud of, instead of someone that needs spanked?"


"I don't know."  Jason replied in a small voice.  He was vaguely aware that
for some time he had been crying openly.


"My Sisters say I should just castrate you."  Livia's voice caught.  "Is--is
that what you want?"


"No."


Livia took Jason by his hair and lifted his face to meet his eyes.  "Then
what do you want, my love?"


"I want to be good!"  Jason sobbed.  He felt like a small child.  He hated
Livia for making him like this.  It was worse than if she hated him.  He
knew she loved him and knowing he displeased her cut through his soul.


"I want that too, my love."  Livia smiled sadly, and Jason felt his heart
break further.  She turned suddenly and headed for the bedroom.  She looked
over her shoulder at her male and patted her thigh.  "Come on, darling.
Let's get you spanked so you'll remember to be good for Livia."


Jason hurried after his wife, feeling his pulse race with fear.  She sat in
her comfy chair, and helped him over the footstool.


"Now, Jason, We won't have a repeat of last time, will we?"  She pressed
firmly between Jason's shoulders and he writhed with pain.


"N-no, ma'am!" he gasped, and braced himself for his spanking.


-swish!- at the first blow from the wet rattan cane, Jason screamed and
nearly jumped out of his skin.


"Naughty male!"  Livia pressed a foot firmly on one of Jason's ankles.
-swish!- the cane landed harshly against the sole of Jason's trapped foot,
and it exploded with pain.  "Never, never struggle against Livia or any
female!"


"Now, shall we begin again?"  Jason nodded, though he was in too much pain
to speak.


-swish! swish! swish!- Jason screamed, wailed actually, with each blow, and
by the third blow he foolishly tried to wiggle out from under her firm hand.
It was more instinct than intention, but he regretted it instantly.


"Naughty Jason!"  Livia pressed her foot on his other ankle.


"no-n-no!"  Jason begged.  -swish!- Immediately his other foot became a ball
of fiery pain.  He was nearly incoherent now, wailing wordlessly to his
wife, tears streaming down his face.


Livia put the rattan cane back into its water-filled vase.  She picked her
little male up and held him close in her arms, his face against her breasts.
She comforted him for a few minutes, until he was again lucid.


"Now, we will begin again."  She looked deep into Jason's haunted eyes.
"Jason has been naughty.  Livia will spank Jason's naughty bottom and he
will be good from now on.  If you try to disobey me or any female ever, your
sore bottom will make you obey.  Understood, my darling?"


"Yes, ma'am."  Jason knelt back over his wife's footstool for his spanking.


-swish! swish! swish!- Jason wailed weakly under the wet cane's blows
-swish! swish! swish!- but he was too weak to struggle any more.
-swish! swish! swish!- He just lay there getting spanked,
-swish! swish! swish!- until he felt and, sounded, like a baby.
-swish! swish! swish!- Then the spanking was finally over.


Livia took little Jason in her arms.  He was still sobbing unashamedly.  She
rocked him gently in her arms, his tears dried in the white lace covering
her breasts.


"Love you, little Jason.  Livia loves Jason,"  she repeated over and over.


She put a cool hand gently to her male's face.  "Livia will always love
Jason."  The well-spanked male nodded.


"All females love Jason."  Again he nodded, drinking in the cool blue of her
eyes.


"And Jason loves Livia and all females.  And will always be good."  He
nodded again, and fell asleep in his wife's arms.


Livia cuddled her male for a while, watching the steady rise and fall of his
breathing.  She fondled Jason, and he stirred as his penis swelled under her
hand.  He smiled at his wife, would have reached for her if his arms worked
better.  Livia kissed Jason's forehead and stood with him in her arms.  She
placed her male on their bed.  He murmured his thankfulness to his wife, and
was asleep again before she left the room.


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Jason Gets Raped 

Jason was in a field of clover with his wife Livia, their arms and legs wrapped around each
other.  Livia was caressing Jason's member, admiring it. Jason told her to put it inside her. 
"No, dear one; let me be in charge," she said and squeezed his scrotum painfully.  No. 

The clover blossoms perfumed the air as Jason held Livia close.  As they embraced, Jason rolled
over atop Livia and entered her.  "Not like that, dearest," she said, and turning him over her
knee, she spanked his bottom.  NO! 

Jason and Livia just held each other close, the clover tickling their bare bodies as they
cuddled each other tenderly.  Livia gently took Jason's hard penis in her soft hand and stroked
it lovingly. 

"I love you so much, Livia!"  Jason whispered, his eyes closed. 

"I love you too, dearest, but what are you doing?" 

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin.  His eyes snapped open and he saw his wife standing in
front of him.  She looked so radiant standing over him, her curvaceous frame filling the doorway
to the bathroom, her white nightgown barely covering her big bouncy breasts. Her blue eyes
sparkled, and her lips were curled up in an amused grin.  Jason quickly took his hand off his
rapidly shrinking member and attempted to stand. 

"No, Jason!"  Livia admonished.  "Knees, little one." 

Jason fell back to his knees, bringing instant relief to his tender, bruised feet.  "Um, I can
stand, Livia.  It doesn't hurt that much." 

"I know, my love, but if you don't stand until I say, you'll heal more quickly," his wife
corrected.  "Besides," she giggled,  "you still can make something else stand, I see." 

"I, um, I can explain, Livia."  Jason felt himself blush. 

"No need to, you cute little male."  Livia squatted down, her thick legs on either side of
Jason.  She grasped his slender arms tenderly.  "Oh, my love! I've been neglecting you lately,
haven't I?" 

"Oh! No, Livia.  I-I'm just a bad--" 

Livia put a finger to her male's lips, satisfied at his instant silence.  "No, Jason.  Just
listen.  I've been so caught up in helping you behave that I haven't been taking your other
needs into account.  You little darling, longing so for me, yet feeling that you must pleasure
yourself.  What you did was naughty, but because you didn't know any better, I'm just going to
give you a small spanking." 

"No cane?"  Jason knew he sounded like a child, and the thought irritated him. 

"No cane this time."  Livia ran her fingers through the sandy hair of her small, guileless
male.  "So childlike," she thought, pleased. 

She sat on the side of the tub and patted her lap.  Much to her 
satisfaction, her male obeyed quickly, settling over her ample lap for his spanking.  But
despite his carefully nurtured submission to her, Livia still noted the fear in his gray eyes. 
She wiggled Jason on her lap, allowing his penis to fall between her thighs, where she squeezed
it, comfortingly.  Then she placed her hand on his round bottom and prepared him for his
spanking. 

"What a naughty male, Jason!"  she scolded.  "Jason never pleasures himself without permission!
Your body is mine, little male.  I'm in charge of you, and only I say when - or if - you can
have pleasure."  Livia stopped the scolding prematurely.  Already, her male's cheeks were
streaked with tears.  Jason was usually very responsive to scolding, but this time much more so
than usual.  "The little dear probably feels very guilty." Livia thought. 

Jason lay on his wife's lap, feeling ashamed.  Ashamed of what he did.  Ashamed because Livia
was angry with him.  But mostly ashamed that he was afraid of his wife, afraid of being
punished.  He was not a child, he was a man!  He had just resolved to act like one, when the
spanking started.  Almost immediately, Jason began crying like a big baby. 

The spanking was over quickly, but his bottom hurt a lot when Livia was finished.  Jason felt
small and vulnerable as his wife let him up and cuddled him.  At the same time both noticed that
his erection had returned.  If anything, it was larger than during his fantasy.  Jason met his
wife's gaze and blushed again.  Why was he so aroused by getting spanked; what was he turning
into?  Jason lowered his head, ashamed and fearful. 

"There, there.  I still love you, little one."  His wife was always so comforting.  "Livia still
loves Jason."  Livia put her big arms around Jason.  Automatically, he snuggled into her warm
embrace, then stiffened as she started stroking his erect member.  Was his wife as turned on as
he was by the spanking?  Timidly, he looked up into her eyes.  They were brilliant blue gems,
fairly glowing with lust. 

His wife set him on his knees in front of her.  Jason was used to this position by now, and was
only a little shy.  He found himself returning her engaging smile.  "Now Jason," she said. "When
you want sex, this is what you do.  You kneel in front of Livia and you get Livia's attention if
she's busy.  Do you remember how Livia likes you to get her attention?" 

"By kissing your feet."  Jason said, meekly.  How could he forget?  He'd been kissing her feet
several times a day for the past week.  Whenever he did, it made him feel small and foolish and
vulnerable, and he didn't like feeling that way all the time.  But Livia liked it; she purred
like a kitty when he kissed her feet.  And Jason felt so very good inside when he made Livia
happy!  Absently, he stroked her pretty feet.  Deep inside himself, Jason felt kissing Livia's
feet was nifty; it was like saying "I love you" to her over and over again.  And her feet were
so lovely, small - at least compared to her legs - and shapely. 

"That's, right; just like that!."  Livia praised her little male.  "You are so sweet!" 

Jason looked up with a gasp.  How long had he been bent over like that, kissing his wife's
feet?  Looking up at his wife, Jason felt himself blush more deeply, very embarrassed that he
would do something like that so readily, and without even meaning to. 

"There, there, darling."  Livia reached forward, taking her male's small hands in her large,
soft ones.  "Livia knows you love her, and it's perfectly normal for a male to want to pleasure
a female he's in love with.  You can kiss my feet even if you don't want anything in
particular." 

Still holding Jason's hands, she stood.  "Now let me show you how Livia tells Jason she wants
sex." 

Jason felt squished under his wife as suddenly she pounced upon him.  Her large breasts felt
heavy on him, and she was kissing him so hard he could hardly breathe.  Her substantial weight
crushed him into the cold floor of their bathroom.  Her sex felt so hot and wet against his
still throbbing penis, and her panties were delicious, satiny smooth.  Jason felt his heart leap
into his throat as she smothered him in her passionate embrace.  He felt himself surrender to
his wife's lust, moaning wordlessly as she pinned him under her.  She was so gentle, so tender
that he felt like a fragile flower under her touch.  She murmured to him softly, maternally, and
he felt like a little child in her tender care. 

And he squirmed out from under her and stood on painful feet.  "I-um, Livia, I just can't, er
I'm not a - oh, just stop it!" 

Livia was confused, and not a little concerned for her male.  "Jason, what's wrong, baby?" 

"I'm NOT a baby!"  Jason whined.  He stomped his foot petulantly, both punctuating and belying
his protest, and let out a cry of pain as a result.  He shifted gingerly from one sore foot to
the other, quickly pulling up his pajama pants.  "And, um, and I can't ...do that... if you
don't let me be the man." 

"I understand."  Livia rose to her feet, controlling her rising anger with some effort.  "Little
Jason,  I want sex with you."  She stepped toward him, and he backed away fearfully.  "And
little boy, I am going to have sex with you now, the way I want it, not the way you think it
should be done.  Now I would rather not pin your little male body to the floor and rape you, but
you will have to trust me.  Jason my love, will you submit to me, and let me make love to you my
way?" 

"No!"  Jason tried to run from his wife, managed three painful steps into their bedroom before
collapsing and holding his sore feet in agony.  At once, Livia was upon him, a strong, sinewy,
and very angry tigress.  He tried to get out from under her, but his weak arms could find no
leverage, and she quickly had him pinned between her powerful thighs.  Jason cried out painfully
as she locked her legs together and squeezed.  Her legs forced the wind out of him.  When she
relaxed, he gasped in air only to have it forced out immediately as she squeezed again. She
repeated this twice more, and Jason whimpered, afraid and becoming lightheaded. 

Finally, Livia stopped squeezing and sat upright.  Still holding him 
immobile,  she reached down and grasped his pajama shirt and pulled.  With a great ripping
sound, the shirt came apart easily.  She then reached further and grasped the pajama pants and
ripped them at the seams.  When Jason realized what his wife was doing to him, he again tried to
struggle, but was much too weak to do anything to stop her.  Livia methodically pulled the
shreds of his clothing from his helpless body, then reached for his underwear.  Jason felt
completely emasculated as his wife ripped his undies from his privates, leaving him naked
between her thighs. 

Livia's heart was so heavy when she saw her male finally break down and cry. His voice acquired
the quavery, newborn quality it usually only took after she used the cane, and she felt her
maternal nature awakened.  She cuddled her male in the embrace of the same legs she just used to
punish him, and found herself becoming more and more aroused.  She pulled him up until his face
was pressed against her soft, lacy panties.  Jason snuggled his face against her vulva and wept
like a spanked child sobbing into a pillow. 

The sight of her male so fragile and exposed, both physically and 
emotionally, and his nuzzling against her vulva so enflamed Livia's passions that she could wait
no longer.  Gently, so as not to panic her little male, nor disturb his newly exposed
submission, she slid down her panties, soaked now with Jason's tears as well as her juices. 
Then she pulled her weak little slave's face into her wet vulva.  Almost immediately, she was
enveloped in a deep, shuddering orgasm. She kept Jason there, coming hard against his face, then
she started rubbing him against her vulva now hard, now soft, now slowly, now quickly. 

Livia used her male to bring herself to orgasm again and again, until 
finally she lay back, spent for the moment.  She rested her back against the dresser and cradled
her precious little male between her legs.  His cute face was red from his exertion and from the
friction of their sex.  As her male lay catching his breath, Livia reached down and stroked his
flushed face affectionately."Now, you cute little male, that wasn't so bad, was it?" 

"Oh, Livia!  It was wonderful!"  Jason breathed.  He had never felt so overwhelmed.  He was
rapturous, overcome with his wife's taste and scent, and the feel of her sex against his face,
and the weakness and helplessness he had felt when she used him to pleasure herself, and the
physical exhaustion of being rubbed so much against her sex.  He felt like he was part of her,
intended for her pleasure, and what they had just shared just now was even better than the
nights - and days - of passion during their honeymoon. 

"And don't you wish you had simply trusted Livia, so she didn't have to rape you?" 

As he lifted his head to meet her knowing gaze, Jason realized that his wife had just raped
him.  And that he had made her rape him because he wouldn't trust her to fuck him her way.  What
they had just shared together was wonderful, and he knew he wanted it to be like that between
them from now on.  The thought of how naughty he was to run from her broke his heart anew. 

Livia felt a deep maternal concern for her male as once more he began to cry, the tears
streaming down his ruddy cheeks and mixing with her come.  As he lay there between her legs
weeping openly and unashamedly, his wife spoke comforts to him. "There, there, dear one. 
Livia's here, little Jason.  I've got you, little baby.  You're gonna be all right.  Oh, wasn't
Jason naughty to run from Livia!  But it's ok now; Livia made it all better."  She bent down and
kissed the top of his head, then dried his face with her panties.  I love you, little one, and
you have to trust me to know what's best." 

Jason nodded.  "I'm sorry, Momma!"  He whispered, still nuzzled against her panties.  He was so
thoroughly regressed and emotionally exposed that he didn't even notice what he said.  But Livia
noticed.  His surrender of his foolish male ego and acceptance of her rule over him so moved her
that tears trickled down her cheeks. 

"You'll trust Livia from now on, won't you, little one?" 

"Yes, Momma -- I mean yes, Livia."  Jason looked up and nodded with a 
sincerity that made Livia weep for joy.  She pulled her sweet little male up to her bosom and
cuddled him close.  He clung to her nightgown and kissed her breasts.  She lifted his chin and
kissed his lips tenderly. 

"Oh, Livia, now you're crying!" Jason looked at his wife alarmed.  "Did I do something wrong?" 

"No, silly!"  Livia was amused and touched by her male's ingenuous concern.  "I did -- by not
taking charge of you sooner!" 

Jason's wife stood with him in her arms and gently laid him in bed.  She noticed his penis
pointing up at her, again hard and throbbing.  "Now I am going to have sex with you again, my
way."  She said to him with mock severity.  "Any complaints, little boy?" 

"No, ma'am."  He replied with an exaggerated meekness, and they both 
dissolved into laughter. 

Livia straddled her precious little male and stripped off her nightgown.  He lay beneath her,
naked both physically and emotionally, waiting for her to make love to him her way, finally
trusting in her care for him, at last allowing Livia her proper place over him. 

Jason shivered with pleasure as his wife mounted him.  She leaned forward, resting her great
weight on him, letting him suckle at her ponderous breasts, while she fucked him.  Slowly, his
wife slid up and down, riding his trapped penis, as he murmured his love for her. 
"I love you too, Jason," Livia said to him.  "I'm so glad I married you, you cute little male! 

"How he loved it when she called him that!"

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