Dickins Family Fun

Warnings: Despite the name, this story does not contain any incest. This chapter does feature some experimental spanking and a couple discussing if they should attend an orgy/swinger party.

This story is copyright 2018 by TheElderWyrm and 2025 by NaughteeDragon. I am the author in both cases. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Names of places or things are covered under fair usage.

All characters engaging in sexual acts or behaviors are at least 18 years of age.

A/N: A huge thank you to Fatdog25 for his beta and editing work.

This story is set in the early to mid-2000's, before the first iPhone, before50 Shades of Greybrought BDSM into the general zeitgeist, and before polyamory was a broadly understood concept.

Dickins Family FunChapter 07- Naughty Little MinxBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 07- Naughty Little MinxBy NaughteeDragon

It was a typical Sunday afternoon. Bill sat at the dining room table with his wife, Jane, each going over notes for the coming week's work. Atypically, though, she was doing nearly nothing. She sat staring at her open laptop. There had been no clicking of keys or movement to indicate she was using the mouse pad. Her eyes were either staring at the screen or off into space, not the usual back-and-forth movement that would indicate she was reading something. Unable to take the suspense any longer, Bill slid from his chair and walked around behind his wife. She jumped as he gathered her hair and kissed her neck.

"Feeling guilty about something?" he mumbled against her skin as she minimized her email program. He hadn't tried to read the email, just noted what program she was looking at.

"No," she objected a bit too strenuously as she slapped the laptop closed.

"I see," he replied as his hands slid over her torso, noting her hard nipples as he grazed over them. He continued down her arms, raising goosebumps along her arms in the wake of his touch. His fingers were within inches of the laptop when she seemed to realize what he was doing. She hopped up and fell forward, her body covering it. "What is that, an invitation to an orgy or something?" Bill teased her.

"No," she squeaked. Then she did something that completely shocked Bill, she leaned forward and swept everything, except the laptop, off the table and onto the floor. She set her computer in a chair. Then, she climbed up on the table on her hands and knees. She reached back and lifted up the tail of the Oxford-style button-down she had taken from his closet. He was not as surprised as he should have been that her bare ass was visible underneath it, she had been doing that a lot in the last week.

"Lick me," she cooed over her shoulder. "I can't remember the last time you licked my pussy."

"Last night," he replied as he sat down in her chair. He placed his hands on her hips and admired the way her slender legs and hips framed her pussy.

"That long ago?" She let out a pleasant moan as he kissed the insides of her thighs.

Bill was trying to decide whether to take his time or go in for the attack when his tongue caressed her clit and she called out his name. He smiled to himself as he squeezed her ass and speared his tongue into her. She responded by pushing back against his mouth. He reached around her leg and pressed his thumb against her clit as he stuck his other thumb into his mouth. When it was wet enough, he let it stray until his thumb came to rest against the dark little rosebud of her asshole. He rubbed and pushed until the tip of his thumb penetrated her. There was a sharp intake of breath as she flexed around the intruding digit.

"Does that feel okay?"

"Uh-huh," she sputtered as her breathing became shorter and faster.

Bill began to move the thumb around inside her in tandem with the thumb on her clit; he was careful not to move it too much, though. In the two weeks since their weekend with Iris, he had continued to experiment with how far Jane would let him go. She had been hesitant at first, but had warmed to Bill's gentle ministrations and small intrusions. The night before last, she had gone as far as to ask him to lick her there, though she insisted on calling it 'her bum.' He slid his tongue over and around her opening again.

"A little more," she whimpered.

Not quite sure which she wanted more of, he gave her more of all three. She let out a pleasant shriek as his thumb slid in to the knuckle. She pushed back against him, his thumb slid all the way into her, and her clit caught between his fingers. Almost immediately, she began to call out his name as her body shook. After several seconds, she screamed and collapsed on the table.

"Liked that, did ya?" Bill gently removed his thumb from her.

"Wow! I was not quite ready for that." She took several deep breaths as she turned to look at him. "I did like it, though." Bill smiled to himself as he saw the blush creep over her cheeks. "Can you help me down off the table? I need to run to the little girls' room." She smiled up at him as he helped her down and 'accidentally' rubbed his erect cock against her butt. "Bill!"

"Don't try to act like you're surprised by this," Bill quipped. "If you weren't such a naughty little minx, I wouldn't have this problem."

"Naughty, huh? I'll show you naughty." She turned and sauntered toward the stairs up to the bedrooms, her hips swinging outrageously. At the top of the stairs, she stopped to look at him over her shoulder. With an exaggerated pout, she kissed the tip of her finger and pushed it against her ass before disappearing into their room.

A statement like that would normally have prompted Bill to grab her and throw her on the bed where they would tussle until one of them decided to "lose" to the other, which usually meant that Bill pinned her to the bed and licked and nibbled her upper body while screwing her as deep as he could. This time, Bill kept his gut reaction in check as he contemplated his wife's behavior.

He considered reaching down and checking the email she had been so careful to keep from him earlier. He knew that would upset her, though, so he rejected the idea. She was going to great lengths to keep whatever it was secret. All he needed to do was get her talking about it and eventually she would spill the beans about it. That was definitely the better course of action, he decided, a little tickle torture, maybe a nice massage, brush her hair, and eventually she'd give it up.

He entered the room as quietly as he could and crawled onto the bed. He leaned back against the cool wood of the headboard and considered the situation. She'd been sitting on this secret for a week now, and she wasn't hiding it very well. That could only mean she wanted him to know the secret. If she wanted him to know, why didn't she tell him? He could only surmise that there was something embarrassing about the secret, maybe something salacious.

Whatever it was seemed to be translating itself into sexual energy; they had fucked more in the last week than they had at any other time since their honeymoon. For a moment, he considered dropping it and just taking advantage of the situation. After all, during sex and foreplay, she gave as good as she got, and she seemed to be on the verge of letting him do something really kinky to her.

His cock twitched as he fantasized again about what it would be like to slide his dick into her nice, tight ass. It had been ten years since a girlfriend had let him fuck her in the ass for his eighteenth birthday. The only reason he remembered anything about her was because of that.

"I'm happy to see you, too, John Thomas." Bill's eyes snapped open just in time to see his wife lean down and place a very wet kiss on the head of his cock. "Were you dreaming about being buried deep inside me, making me call out your name as I bounced up and down on your glorious erection?" Without waiting for an answer, she put one knee on the bed and straddled his hips. She leaned in close to him until her mouth was next to his ear. "I was," she said in a husky whisper.

Bill was sorely tempted to let her do exactly what she was threatening. He pulled her down and settled her against his hips, his cock trapped beneath her and pointing down instead of up. It was a bit uncomfortable for him, but he hoped that it would help him focus. "What's going on, sweetie?"

"What do you mean?"

Bill realized she was looking at the end of his nose, not his eyes, as she responded. He ducked his head a bit and looked up at her. "I mean, you're keeping a secret and not doing a very good job of it." He let her squirm for a minute, but she was not forthcoming. "What was in that email?"

"I, I want to tell you, I really do." She bit her bottom lip, ducked her head, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. It was all he could do not to throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. She looked at him with an amused grin, then ducked her head back down. "I can't, though."

"Of course you can," he replied.

"But you'll think I'm a bad girl; that I'm some kind ofnaughty little minx." That brought him up short. He had been expecting several responses, but this was definitely not one of them. Her eyes were wide and innocent as she looked into his eyes."I'm not a bad girl, I'm not naughty." She looked down and away from him. "Well, maybe a little naughty."

Bill took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. The way she kept referring to herself as naughty and a 'bad girl' was triggering something in him. He wasn't quite sure how to describe it, but it felt powerful. It felt a little like the pleasant glow he got at work when the girls were focused on him and his words, but more... dangerous.

Bill chose his next words carefully, not quite sure where she was going with this, but curious to find out. "What would make you a bad girl?" He was surprised, and a little alarmed, to hear that his voice had dropped in timbre and taken on an air of authority. Jane seemed surprised by it as well, but her shy smile told him that she wasn't unhappy about it.

"Something I want to do. Something I really want to do." She wound one of her long curls around her finger and wouldn't look at him. "If I do it, though, then you have to do it; then you would be naughty too, but not as naughty as me."

His dick was so hard it was starting to get painful. Every time she looked at him, she blushed a bit and he got a little bit harder. He was about to try coaxing it out of her when he finally realized what she wanted. Naughty girls wanted to be punished or recognized. It was something his boss had pointed out; when one of the players started acting out, they were looking for something, usually attention. Punishment was attention, even if it was negative.

"Tell me, naughty girl." There was no teasing in his authoritative tone. "Tell me, or I'll spank you."

Jane's head snapped up, and she stared at him with her eyes wide and mouth agape. "Y-y-you wou..." The sharp slap of his hand against her bare ass changed her protest to a gasp of surprise and a yelp of pain. The expression on her face wasn't anger or indignation, it was excitement.

"Tell me what it is."

"But," she stammered. He pressed his hand against the spot where he had just smacked her to emphasize his point. She faltered and pursed her lips; she glanced up at him through the fringe of her long curls and then looked down again. He almost busted a nut when he felt her push back into his hand. "I can't tell you," she mewed, "I'm bad for wanting to do it."

Bill didn't even respond before smacking the other ass cheek. This one was painful for him, though. She had a fairly tight butt to start with and she clenched up just before contact. He remembered Patricia saying you had to hit them where the meat was. Bill clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow as he looked at her. "If you don't tell me, I will tan your hide, young lady."

Her eyes widened and then she looked away, her gaze cast demurely downward. "You'll spank me if I tell you."

"That is possible, but if you don't tell me you know you will be spanked." He lightly patted her bottom to reiterate what he was saying. He let his finger stray down and brush over her pussy, causing her to shiver at his touch. "It will be much better for you if you tell me."

"If I tell you, will you stop spanking me?"

"Probably." His voice lost some of its harsh edge.

She seemed to consider that for a moment, her mouth working as though she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it. "I can't tell you," she whined, but Bill was sure it was contrived because it was the same whine she used when she wanted something. His suspicion was confirmed when she rubbed her ass against his hand. This also had the effect of rubbing her very wet pussy along his cock.

Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing. She wanted a spanking. He wondered, with dismay, what kind of perverts they were becoming. He had a brief flash of Jane dressed in leather and stiletto boots, holding a whip. That vision downright frightened him and his erection flagged just a bit. Jane brought him back into the moment when she said, "I'm sorry I'm so naughty, sir."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute here." He took a long second to focus on his wife. He couldn't begin to comprehend why she would want to be spanked. Admittedly, he was pretty fuzzy on the motivations behind the 'naughty girl' fantasy; he knew there was no way that giving or receiving a spanking was ever going to turn him on. "Have you ever been spanked?"

"No, sir."

"Stop that. I'm trying to figure out something. I need you to be serious for a minute." Her whole demeanor changed as she sat up and actually looked at him; the little girl act disappeared. "I'll ask again, have you ever been spanked. I mean, like, turned over your father's knee and really had your butt blistered."

"No," she replied in horror, "that's so medieval. What a horrible way to treat children."

"You obviously didn't have siblings like mine." Something in the back of his head told him that they were going to be revisiting that conversation again, but he very carefully put it away for another time. Suddenly, it made sense to him. "This is just a game to you, isn't it?"

She gave him a long look and he could almost see the wheels turning; but she apparently agreed that now was neither the time nor place for that discussion. "You mean this?" She reached back and rubbed his hand against her butt.

"Yeah, the whole spanking thing. It's some kind of complex game for you."

"Yes, it's a game that some people play, and I thought it might be kind of fun." She placed her finger on his lips as he started to interrupt her. "I do have something to tell you, but I'm not quite sure how. It's... difficult. You know what kind of family I come from. They're very conservative, very reserved. My father believed in Sharia law. The things we've done with James and Iris are grounds for death."

She began to draw lines in his patch of man-fur with her fingers. "Just because I rejected their beliefs doesn't mean that I don't still carry a lot of that... repression, for lack of a better word. We've done all these things and the whole time, I'm just scared to death that someone's going to find out." Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, "I still get a thrill from the taboo of having sex in the living room."

Bill knew that there was some really complex psychology that he would never understand going on in his wife's head. However, he thought he understood what she needed, it was a simple coaching problem. She needed to do something, but couldn't do it without coaching from him. He smiled to himself; that he could understand. "All right, let me make sure I understand this. You need to tell me something, but you're afraid to, and the only way I can convince you to tell me is to spank you."

"Maybe not the only way, but it is one way." She tilted her head and gave him a smirk, the one that promised interesting things could happen.

Bill shook his head as he tried to wrap his brain around what his wife wanted. Obviously, he couldn't spank her the way he'd been spanked as a boy. If she wanted to be spanked like that, then she was not the woman he married and it was time to start looking for the pod. Finally, he thought he had a plan. He just had to read her moves and reactions to get her to do what she already wanted to do. He could do this, he wasn't a pervert for spanking her, it was a coaching method.

He hoped that if he told himself that enough times, that maybe he might be able to believe it. He fixed her with his best angry-manager stare, "This is your last chance, young lady. If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to turn you over my knee and spank you."

She smiled at him, then blushed- seemingly in spite of herself as she cast her eyes downward and began to play with her hair. "Mr. Dickins, sir, I can't tell you. It's just too wicked."

"Very well, lie down across my lap." Bill scooted to the middle of the bed as she crawled off him. She lay down over him, her beautiful ass pointed up in the air right in front of him. He popped her lightly, just enough to get her attention. "This is your last chance, young lady. Tell me now and it won't be so bad." She whimpered a bit but said nothing. "As you will, then."

His hand came down with a resounding smack, directly on the meat of her ass. Her dark skin didn't immediately color, but she let out a squeak. He squeezed the flesh where he had just smacked her and rubbed it a bit. His thumb traced a line down the crack of her ass and along her slit as he continued to massage the area. She moaned and pushed against the pressure.

His hand quickly rose and struck the other cheek. This time, though, he did not massage or stroke her. He rapidly smacked her several times, going back and forth between her cheeks. He laid down one last hard swat in exactly the same spot as the first that elicited a squeal of pain, which was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure when his finger brushed her pussy. She humped back against his hand as his finger teased her labia. In response, he spanked her again.

"You are a naughty girl. Naughty girls don't get what they want. Only good girls get... satisfaction." He circled her opening with his thumb, slid it in and then back out, and brushed over her clit. "Are you a good girl?" She whimpered as he twiddled her clit. "Or are you a bad girl?" Another sharp crack of skin on skin echoed in the room.

"Melina," she shouted. "Melina is having a party," she panted, practically hyperventilating. Bill stroked her pussy and told her she was a good girl to encourage her. "It's a party for Dick and Bob's birthday." Bill furrowed his brow. Why would a birthday party for Dick and Bob be such a big deal? Certainly not worth all this.

"Go on," he said in a reassuring voice as he slid a finger into her pussy and curved it so that he could rub her G-spot as he stroked in and out of her.

"This is a special party though. The girls -- oh, God, yes." Bill slowed his stroking so that she could continue. "The girls give them anything they want, even each other."

"What do you mean, 'each other'?" Bill stopped altogether now.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." She moaned softly as he began to scissor two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed the crinkled skin of her sphincter. "The boys can have sex with any of the girls they want to, wherever they want to, for as long as they want to." Her voice was tight with the strain of trying to talk under his constant stimulation. "Sometimes, they all just have sex together."

"Wait a minute," Bill turned her answer over in his mind to make sure he had heard her right. He was having trouble splitting his concentration and she begged him not to stop, telling him how close she was. He rubbed his free hand over his eyes, trying to block the mental images that were flooding his mind's eye as he watched his wife writhe in his lap. "You mean to tell me that Melina is hosting an orgy for my brothers' birthday?"