The FemDom Little Red Riding Hood by Mommy Lisa with special consult from Slave David


Growing up in the sixties, it was a different time for women. They were learning that they no longer “belonged” to men, but were allowed to have a mind of their own, and that their bodies were there own.  More women joined the workforce, and became the “Head” of the household, learning the truth, that they not only could do it for themselves, but did. Despite the fragile male ego, that often still sought to oppress them. Women began a Feminist Revolution.

David was a young man growing up in the deep south of Alabama in the sixties, his house was Female Led, His Mother being the Mistress of the Manor.  His sister Dottie, although younger than him by a year, was second in command. David was brought up to honour and respect women as superior. His Mother worked full time as a nurse, and  ran her house without benefit of  male contribution.  She was a legitimate success.  Her children were clean, well dressed, excelled in school, and she was the driving force behind it all. administering discipline where needed to insure excellence in her household.

On a sweltering day in Alabama, David and Dottie were out by the pool, their grounds surrounded by a privacy fence, when Dottie decided it was time to exert her  power over David.

Dottie was sixteen, and was very curvaceous.  Her figure resembled that of an hour glass. Perfectly ample on both the top and bottom. Her eyes were an azure blue, and her jet black hair always seemed to be perfectly tousled, every last tendril in place. David adored her, but still felt a bit resentful at the power she held over him.

That day Dottie had made him climb a tree to get her a peach. Sweet, juicy peaches in the summer, nothing like watching a woman devour one, the sweet nectar from the peach glistening on her lips.  He knew it was taboo, but he could not help but fantasize about his sister’s sweetness.

Upon finishing her peach, Dottie through the pit at David. It struck him in his manhood, which was engorged.

“You nasty bitch!” David shouted at his sister.

David did not know that his Mother had returned home from work early, as she had skipped her lunch break. She had been watching silently from the screen door of the back porch. She was livid with David and his outburst.

He heard the door slam, and his Mother’s footsteps as she strode with purpose to him.  He glanced at Dottie, who was smirking at him, as his Mother grabbed him by the ear and drug him into the house.

” How dare you call your sister such a name. You are the Nasty Bitch, David! Take off your swim trunks now, you may be seventeen, but  you are never too old for a spanking from your Mother!”  She commanded him.

David did as he was told. He had been receiving bare bottomed spankings his entire life from his Mother.

Placing him over her knee, she struck his bottom five times. One smack for each letter of the word Bitch.

” Mother does this because she loves you David, and this is the only way you will learn, ” she explained to him.

“Yes, Mother,” he responded obediently.

” You will go out there and apologize to your sister. Do you understand me?” His Mother asked him.

” Yes, Mother, ” David replied grabbing his swim trunks.

“Drop them!” She screamed.” You will go out there as you are. Naked, baring your shame!”

“Yes, Mother, ” he answered.

David and his Mother, who was following closely behind, made their way out to the pool, where Dottie was lounging on a recliner, looking perfect in her new two-piece bathing suit, cleavage abounding.

“Look your sister in the eye and apologize, like a good boy, ” his Mother ordered.

David grasped his manhood, in an attempt to hide his arousal. The Red Hood of his cock poked through, as he stood there.

” Dottie, I apologize for calling you a name unbefitting a lady, ” David said while holding himself. He could feel his sister’s burning gaze on his manhood.

” I forgive you, My Darling Brother, ” she said sweetly, knowing what she was doing to him, ” Now go fetch ‘Little Red Riding Hood ‘ from the bookshelf in the study, and read to me.”

Satisfied with his apology, David was dismissed to go get the book.

David was ashamed and humiliated. He knew that Dottie was making reference to the Red Hood of his cock, popping through his clasped hands. He was also very aroused and could not deny it. He made his way to the bathroom, which had a window that looked out over the back property. Standing there at the window, David looked down at Dottie, and he felt as if he were going to burst.  He took his Little Red Riding Hood in his hand and began to fondle it. It was sore from the peach pit, but the sensitivity only turned him on more.  He stood there stroking himself, unable to contain himself, the wolf within him took over. Lusting after his own sister, was so humiliating, yet the shame turned him on more.  Faster and faster he stroked his Little Red Riding Hood. Finally he reached a fevered pitch, and exploded in the bath tub, as he stood there, gazing wantonly upon Dottie.  Thick, rich ribbons of his essence streamed everywhere, his release was vast.

David grabbed the book from the study, and returned poolside to Dottie.

” I saw you, and your Little Red Riding Hood, up there in the bathroom window, ” Dottie laughed and mocked him.

Casting the book on the patio table, David dove into the pool. Both he and his mind swimming at what had just happened.


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