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Dylan's Punishment
May 27th, 2019 Dylan felt tense as his stepmother, Reina, slid a freshly-printed contract across the kitchen table. He was recently caught doing ‘things’ with his Step-sister, Kali, entirely to break the fart-fetish that had been plaguing him for ages, but Reina didn’t know that. All she knew was that Dylan let his sisterly figure tie him up & fart on his face. Reina intimidated him; being the titular strict Asian motherly figure had that vibe, her dark-brown hair tied into a top-bun accentuated that. She was still wearing her vacation clothes; a brown pencil skirt & pink blouse. All of that, paired with her stern expression, worried him. A feeling of dread came over him as he looked at the list of requirements he would need to meet to keep his debauchery a secret from his father. Reina looked down at him with an expectant smirk. Rule 1.) By signing this contract, I agree to do everything that Reina requests. This will include, but not be limited to: Housework, allowing Reina to sit on my face during her work, sniffing her farts when called over, or even letting her friends do the same. Dylan felt like crying right off the bat. That rule was evil; she made him smell a fart after he explained why he did those things with his stepsister, and Reina’s gas was bad. The thought of being her cushion during a work-session bothered him with that in mind. Rule 2.) I will wake up at 5:00 AM every day & prepare Reina’s favorite food without mistake; Rice & broccoli with grilled fish & a cup of coffee. After it is finished, I will lay down on the couch & wait for her to use my face as a seat; I will allow her to sit on my face as she watches her programs with no fuss. • Anything that Reina deems worth-complaint will result in a punishment. • • “I-I don’t know how to cook that..” Dylan murmured. “Of course you don’t.” Reina said with a smug grin. “You better learn how, or I’ll be punishing you a lot.” Dylan felt his heart sink from that. She wanted to make his life a living Hell. With that in mind, he hated that he had one rule left; let alone, a rule he already knew he would be forced to agree with. Rule 3.) Make no mention of these rules to my father, and Reina will stay silent about it. If questioned by my father, make an excuse. If father is home for the day, there will be no punishment. It was beginning to bother him that she was on equal footing with him regarding his father knowing. He would surely be pissed knowing that his wife had forced his own son to sign his life off to being her personal fart-slave. But he had no choice. With a knot in his throat, he signed the contract before sliding it back over to his demon of a step-mother. She collected it & smiled at the signature. “My my, you have really good hand-writing for a fart-slave.” Hearing that made Dylan realize how badly he potentially fucked up. But it was either that or homelessness, and he wasn’t even out of highschool yet. May 28th, 2019 Dylan watched videos online to learn how to cook Reina’s breakfast, and even with bags under his eyes, he was up early in the morning & cooking her dish. That was the first time he had used multiple pans while cooking; at most, he used one to make ramen. His father walked into the kitchen, already dressed for work. He looked at his son with an odd expression. “... Are you cooking for Reina?” He asked. “Uhm… Y-Yeah.” Dylan responded. “I think I missed her when you two left, so I want her to re-adjust to being back at home.” “Well that’s nice.” His father chimed, then sniffed the air. “Man, it smells good too. You oughta cook for me tomorrow morning.” “A chef asking me to cook for him?” Dylan asked with a smirk. His father laughed while shaking his head, then left. Dylan’s smile faded as he was left alone with his sizzling pans. After a bit, he plated everything; he mixed the broccoli with the rice, then sat the two fishes next to the heap of rice. He already knew this would make his step-mother a biohazard to be around, and could only look down at it for a bit. “Tick tock.” Reina then said behind him. He turned to see her wearing a pair of cotton PJ bottoms & a tank-top under an unbuttoned PJ top. Her hair was let down to her shoulders. “You’re father already left. That means you’re mine.” “S-Sorry..” Dylan tried to appease her, and grabbed a fork before plating it as well. He followed her into the living room, and after sitting the plate & mug of coffee on the coffee-table, laid down on the couch. He watched with horror as Reina looked down at him, patting her belly a bit as she turned around. Her PJ bottoms were wedged up her crack, making her butt look even bigger than her curvy figure already did. Reina then sat down, making sure to angle herself until his nose was between her cheeks. Dylan fought the urge to vocalize his discomfort, fearing a punishment this early. But that fear was almost immediately accounted for. “No knife.” Reina huffed, grabbing the plate. “And you mixed my rice with my broccoli? Are you serious?” Grroooorpt In no time, Dylan was reminded of the thing he had grown to detest; farts. His body tensed up as he fought the urge to cough on the stench of digested veggies from her trip. Reina shook her head as she cut into her fish. After a bite, she nodded with approval. “The fish isn’t bad.” Bbrrrbrrrrbrrrrrrbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssffffffff… Dylan’s body tensed up again as he tried to bear her newest fart, but it lit up his nose with an unfathomable stench. He coughed hard before trying to turn his head. “Young man, keep your nose right where it is.” Reina snarled. “You should feel lucky that I’m letting you even touch my ass after all that degenerate stuff you did. Sniff.” “Mmphh- *ssnnffffff*” Dylan took an audible sniff through his nose, but her ass was dodgy after that last fart. He coughed again. Reina smiled this time. “My long farts give you trouble, don’t they?” She asked, shaking her hips on her step-son’s face. “Good to know.” PffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffff… “Mph-” Dylan whined again as a silent fart streamed up his nose for a few seconds. He clenched his fists in an attempt to bear it once again. “Sniff.” Reina relentlessly repeated as she ate. Dylan hesitated before smelling her ass again. It was exceedingly difficult to willingly inhale her gas; it was so bad. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt Proooooooooooorpt… ssssssssssss… sssssssssssffffff… Brrpt… brrrrr… prrp… brrrr… bbbloooooooooooooooort Dylan took short sniffs after every fart; anything longer would definitely make him fight. Her gas wasn’t worse than Kali’s, but he could definitely see where his step-sister got it. Reina eventually finished her plate. She sat it to the side & drank some more coffee, then stood up. Dylan took a breath of fresh air for the first time in 20 minutes. He hoped she was done, but was displeased by the sight of her pulling her PJ bottoms down, revealing a lacy black thong. She looked down at him over her shoulder, and could see the fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you think my butt is gross or something?” She asked with a smirk, saying it in a way that invoked a feeling of aggrievance. “N-No..” Dylan tried to keep her happy. If this wasn’t already punishment enough, he hated to see what else Reina would do. “That’s disgusting.” Reina responded, then sat down on his face again. She grinded her ass on his face until she felt his nose slot between her cheeks again. The stench became worse for Dylan; he squirmed as he knew his nose was pressed against her hole. Pfffffffffffffffff… A shorter SBD hissed out, but Dylan couldn’t fathom it this time. He jerked his head to the side & dry-heaved from the stench. Reina sat on the side of his head, waiting for him to finish so she could punish him. But he didn’t stop coughing; he began to gag. “Don’t even think about throwing up down there.” Reina commanded. “I can make this so much worse for you. Do you want that?” “N-No-” Dylan fought the urge to gag again. Her latest fart smelled so much stronger with the lesser layer blocking her hole. “S-Sorry..” “You will be.” Reina retorted, sitting up a bit. “Face forward. I have another fart for you.” Dylan felt like crying again as he faced forward again. Reina sat back down, once again getting the trajectory perfect; she felt his nose poking her hole through her thong. Brrrprrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrrrrt Dylan didn’t pull away this time, but he could feel his knuckles turn white as he squeezed the couch cushion. The smell was so much stronger, to a concerning level. Bwooooooorrpt- Cfffffffffffffff… Her latest pair of farts emerged minutes later. Reina knew just how to make him suffer. The torture eventually ended as Reina stood up again, pulling her pants back up. Dylan’s eyes had tears from the hour’s worth of gas. Reina then turned back around to face him. She squatted next to him, looking into his teary eyes. “I’m glad we decided on this punishment. I’ve been trying to get your dad to do this for years, but he was always too scared. If you can’t tell, Kali didn’t fall too far from the tree when it comes to gas.” Dylan wiped his eyes as Reina talked to him. “Anyway, you didn’t do that well this morning. The food wasn’t the best & you whined a lot, so I think a punishment is in order.” Dylan looked at her with objection, but it was no good. She only smiled down at him. “I’m thinking… When you get done with the dishes, come to my office. You’ll be sniffing my farts while I work.” He sat up & rubbed his eyes before nodding. Reina nodded back before getting up & leaving the living room. Dylan felt dreadful as he washed the dishes he had dirtied up, fearing being under his step-mother for an entire work-session. It made him wonder if this was even his punishment; she obviously planned to do this with him. Was she going to make it worse? After putting the last dish away, he begrudgingly left the kitchen & approached his mother’s bedroom. Her office was a second room within it. Reina was already typing as he walked inside. She saw him, then stood up before pulling out a roll of duct tape. Dylan felt his stomach sink as he walked over. She snapped her fingers down at the chair, directing him where to put his head. As he laid down in front of the chair, she grabbed one of his hands & taped it to the armrest. Dylan let her do it with his second arm, then she taped his mouth shut. With nothing better to do, Dylan looked at her attire; a black pencil skirt with panty-hose & white button-up, hidden under a black blazer. As she finished taping him up, Dylan’s heart-rate accelerated as she stepped over his body. Her skirt-clad ass filled his sight. Without a word, Reina sat down. His face sunk into her backside, making him whimper under his breath as the coarse, tough fabric smashed his nose. Almost immediately after sitting down, Reina got into a conference call with her work associates. The webcam showed her sitting a bit higher than before. “Reina? Are you sitting in a booster seat?” A coworker asked, making the others laugh. Reina smirked before answering. “No, I have a cushion today.” The conference call continued regularly afterward. Dylan listened to Reina respond to some questions & address her own concerns while she sat on his face. Brrrrrrrrpt A bassy fart then filled his face, and he struggled not to cough. If her work-friends heard him struggling, he feared the absolute worst. Proooooooooooooooooooooooorpt Soon after, a longer fart rattled his nose. He once again struggled to bear it, but the lengthy plume of digested broccoli & coffee made him cough. At the same time, Reina drove her elbow down onto his hand. Dylan yelped from the pain. “My mic is muted.” Reina said under her hand, preventing the others from seeing her mouth moving. “You better fucking sniff. Deeply.” Prrrroooooooooooooooooooorpt Another fart filled his nose. Dylan whined as he tried to inhale it. The smell was so fresh & appalling that he tried to turn his head, but Reina once again screwed her elbow into his hand. PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT! Out of the blue, another long, loud fart added itself onto the cloud of gas building up in his lungs. Dylan coughed again; he didn’t even need to sniff that one, as every bit of it was injected up his nose. But fearing another elbow-slam, he took another deep whiff from her ass. The saliva in his mouth was beginning to thin. The constant influx of gas was breaking him down. Prooooooooooooooooooooorpt! Another wave of gas filled his nose. Reina was pumping them out without hesitation. She eventually turned her microphone back on & talked with the others in the call, finally bestowing Dylan a short break as she couldn’t rip another loud fart. He could still taste them. Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… That didn’t stop her from letting them out, though; she could control how loud they were, apparently. Dylan couldn’t help but gag under his breath from the smell of pure shit that came with that SBD. Reina drove her elbow into his arm in a much calmer way to avoid suspicion, but it still pained him enough to make him sniff. Ssscfffffffffffffffffft Psssssssssssss… PffsssssSSSSSSSSSSSssssrt… The meeting eventually ended, and Reina sighed a breath of relief as she leaned back on Dylan’s face. BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT!!! He jerked on his binds as another long rush of gas flooded his nostrils. Reina laughed at his struggling before driving both elbows into each of his hands, hard. “MMMMPH!” Dylan screamed from the sudden burst of pain. Reina leaned back as her step-son struggled with his punishment. Pffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt “Mmh~” Reina listened to her step-son cry under her hips. Knowing she caused him that much pain was weirdly entertaining. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! Brrrpcfffffffffffffffpt Brrbrrrbrrbrrrrrrr… Prrrrrrrrpphhsss… Dylan jolted from every fart. The smells that came out of his stepmother’s ass were toxic, and he vomited in his mouth after being forced to take them for as long as she made him. Reina eventually stood up, letting him breathe fresh air for the first time in over an hour. His nose burned at this point, and the fresh air felt genuinely cold as he gulped it down. “You did poorly today.” Reina commented over her shoulder, propping herself up on her desk. “My food wasn’t up to my standard, you complained more than I wished as I worked, and I deem that worthy of punishment.” “Mph…” Dylan whined, and Reina smirked as she reared back and grabbed the tape on his mouth. She ripped it off, making him groan with pain. “I’ll give you two choices.” She then stated as Dylan breathed through his mouth. “We’re going to invite one of my yoga friends over tomorrow to help me punish you, and I’m letting you choose.” “W-What..?” Dylan huffed tiredly. “You heard me, young man.” Reina hummed over her shoulder. “I can invite Joslyn over, or I can invite Elissa. Whoever you choose will know about your little predicament at the very least, and all you can do is pray that they don’t help me punish you.” “I-I can’t choose, Reina..” He responded, shocked by her level of cruelty. Dragging one of her real friends into their secret felt a skosh too far. “Okay then, I’ll choose.” Reina responded, then lowered her hips. Dylan didn’t process it before it was too late; his nose was once again pressed against her backside, making him groan. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… Reina immediately farted as soon as she felt her stepson’s nose between her cheeks. Dylan gagged from the long, hot, silent emission, making her smile proudly as she typed. Reina: “Heyyy I need some help with something. I think you two will have fun with it as well.” Elissa: “What’s up?” Joslyn: “Sure girl I’m free” Reina: “My stepson is in trouble and I’ve been using an unorthodox punishment method, and it works.” Elissa: “What did he do” Reina: “He’s trying to keep a secret from his father, so I’m making him smell my farts until he decides he wants to tell the truth 😊” Elissa: “... what” Joslyn: “You’re kidding” Reina: “I think he’s going to break soon, and I gave him a choice between both of you. He couldn’t choose” Joslyn: “Hahaha he won’t like my farts” Elissa: “Wait you’re being serious? I had to punish my boy over his grades and I literally did the same thing haha” Joslyn: “lol that’s so weird! I did the same thing to my son to teach him to defend himself from his sister” Reina: “Are you two on board? : )” Joslyn: “Honestly for sure, I kinda miss doing it” Elissa: “Sameee I had fun punishing my boy” Reina smiled at her phone. At the same time, she heard the front door open from her office; Dylan’s dad was home. She stood up and gave him a fresh breath again. She ripped the tape off of his wrists and allowed him to get up. The sound of footsteps leading to the office made him hurry to his feet. “Same time tomorrow.” She whispered. Dylan felt a pit form in his stomach as he came to terms with that. Tomorrow was his last day of school, yet he was denied graduation just so he could smell his step-mothers farts. “Both of them are coming. You’ll be on your best behavior.” Before he could plead for her to change her mind, her office door opened. His father raised an eyebrow upon seeing his son in there with Reina. “Hey son, what uh… what’s up man?” His father asked. Dylan wasn’t sure what to say. “I just invited him in here because I forgot to thank him for the food this morning.” Reina then pitched before approaching her stepson. She leaned in and kissed Dylan on the cheek. “I love you, sweetie. Mommy missed you too.~” “Well that’s nice!” His father smiled. “Anyway Reina, I was thinking we could go to that Italian place tonight. Are you on board with that?” “Of course, baby.~” Reina approached her husband and kissed him on the lips. She then turned back to Dylan. “You might wanna leave, sweetie. Mama needs some alone time with her man.~” Dylan watched his father place his hands on Reina’s butt, grabbing something that just spent hours torturing himself. He walked out of the office, leaving the two alone. After hours of torment, Dylan was finally granted a break for the day. He went to his bedroom and laid down, staring at the ceiling. He hated what was in store for him tomorrow; knowing he’d be bouncing between 3 different gassy booties bothered him tremendously. |
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