(Writer’s note. Not much sex in the beginning of this story, but hang in there, it gets better. At least I hope it does. Please read the note at the end too.)

I had gone over to spend the day with my grandfather and grandmother. They live only a short distance away and I could ride my bike there. Their house was totally different than mine. It was clean. Grandmother was a great cook and there seemed to be such a calm, quiet atmosphere at their home. I never heard a real fight there, unlike at my house where my mother and father seemed to be screaming at each other all the time. When my Grandparents disagreed on something, they would talk about it, although I did notice that Grandfather got his way most of the time. He seemed to have the last word on everything. I sat with Grandfather in the living room and Grandmother brought in some cookies.
“Jimmy, I’m glad you came over today. Your grandmother and me would like to talk to you a little about your mother. Things haven’t been going too well at your house, have they?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your mom isn’t happy, is she? She and your dad fight all the time, we can see that. She doesn‘t look healthy, she is letting herself go, and your house is a mess. Her live is a mess.”
“I guess, but it’s not my fault.”
“We know it’s not your fault Jimmy. Don’t get upset about that. Relax, eat a cookie. Tell me something. Do you love your mother?”
“Of course I do Granddad, why would you ask a question like that?”
“What does love mean to you?”
No one had ever asked me that before. I couldn’t put it into words.
“Let me tell you what love means to you Jimmy. It means clean clothes, warm food and a nice place to live. All you have ever done is take and take all your life and that is ok. A boy your age should be able to get what he needs and wants. I am not saying that you have ever done anything wrong. You have never been asked to give. However, love is not just taking, it‘s giving too and giving can be hard work. If I asked you to work very hard for your mother‘s happiness, and yours, would you do it?”
I was beginning to wonder what he was talking about. Did he want me to go home and clean the house?
“Yes.”
“Jimmy, your mother needs help, she needs guidance, and your dad just can’t seem to understand that.”
“What possible help could I be?”
“Your Grandmother and I have talked a lot about this and we are going to trust you with a great secret. Can you keep a secret?”
“Yes.”
“Jimmy, do you think your Grandmother is attractive?”
I wasn’t sure where this was going and I was getting a little afraid but I trusted my grandparents.
Grandmother had on simple housedress but she looked nice. She always tried to look nice. Mom had stopped caring about that around the house for a long time.
“Jimmy, tell your Grandmother to take her dress off.”
“What! Are you crazy!”
Then for the first time in the conversation Grandmother said something.
“Please honey, I thinks this is going a little fast. May I speak?”
Grandfather smiled and nodded.
“Relax, Jimmy. It’s ok. Your Grandfather hasn’t lost his mind. There is nothing to be afraid of here. We aren’t going to hurt you or cause you any problems. Everything that happens here will be our little secret. Your parents will never find out. Do you believe me Jimmy? Do you trust us?”
I was not at all sure about this but I did love my Grandmother. In many ways she had been my real mother when my mom was screaming around the house.
“Yes.”
“Tell me to take my dress off honey.”
“Well if you want to go ahead.”
Both of my grandparents laughed.
“No honey, you aren’t getting the gust of this. What I want here does not matter. Tell me to take my dress off. Give it a try. I’m not that ugly am I?”
“No Grandmother, you aren’t ugly at all.”
Grandmother was an attractive woman for her age. She was slim with white hair.
“So?”
“Take your dress off Grandmother”
“Yes Jimmy.”
Grandmother took off her dress and was standing before Grandfather and me in just a bra and slip.
“That wasn’t very hard, was it Jimmy? How do I look?”
She struck a pose like a model.
“You look great Grandmother.”
I couldn’t help sneaking peeks at her breasts. They were small but quite nice.
“May I sit down Jimmy? I want to tell you about your mother and me.”
I nodded and Grandmother sat down.
“I’m a submissive honey. So is your mother. Let me tell you what that is. Women like me and your mother, we want, we need men who will tell us what to do. If we don’t have someone who loves us enough to really be concerned about how we look or what we do, we’re miserable. When your Grandfather and I were married we really didn’t understand this. One day we were screaming at each other about something completely unimportant and I thought he was going to leave me. Instead, he just turned me over his knee and beat the shit out of me.”
“He what!” I heard my Grandfather laughing.
“He cared Jimmy. He didn’t want to leave, he loved me, but I was not being the wife he wanted. Afterwards he couldn’t have been sorrier but I wasn’t. Something in me had changed. I felt loved, wanted. Don’t ask me explain but it make all the difference in the world. I started asking him to whip me. Your Grandfather wouldn’t do it at first. Sometimes a master has to be trained. That’s why you’re here today, Jimmy, to start your training.”
“We whips you?”
“Sometimes, but he usually just paddles me. For the past thirty years or so he has paddled me every day with his hand or a hairbrush. The hand isn’t the best thing to paddle a women with, it really doesn’t hurt very much but we both like the feeling. There are times when other things are necessary and you will learn how to use them, but I still love your Grandfather’s hand.”
Grandmother smiled at Grandfather and he smiled back.
“Are you ok Jimmy? Not too afraid?”
I was afraid.
“What do you mean that I am to be trained?”
At this point Grandfather took over.
“It really is all about attitude, Jimmy. Your mother needs a man to please and your father just is not up to the task.” At this point a strange look passed between my grandparents but I didn’t understand it.
“Most of it is common sense. You will cause your mother pain and she will love and obey you for it, but you will never cut her, you will never burn her and you will never scar her. Do you understand?”
I nodded yes. I could not imagine doing any of those things anyway.
“You will never share her against her will and you will never tell anyone about this unless she gives her permission. Do you understand this?
I nodded yes although I did not know what he meant by share.
“Tell your Grandmother to take her slip off.”
I couldn’t speak.
Grandmother laughed sweetly and said to Grandfather “Honey, I think we left out something very important. Look.”
She pointed at my erection. It was getting painful.
Grandfather said, “I think you had better handle this Linda.”
“Please not quite yet dear, he should have to earn that just like you did.”
Granddad laughed and Grandma took over.
“Jimmy, what we are asking of you will be a lot of work. You don’t realize that yet. We will help. At least at first you will have to pay attention to everything she does and says, almost every minute. You do want to make her happy don’t you? Your not in school right now so you have time. I just want to tell you that there will be compensations for you too. If you care enough to help her, she will help you eventually.”
“Help how?”
“I don’t think you are ready to hear that yet Jimmy. I think we have almost gone too far for one day. Just relax and don’t panic. Your Grandfather just asked you to do something, can you do it?”
It took me a second to remember and then I said “Please take your slip off Grandmother.”
She stood up and removed her slip. She turned away from me for a second to fold it and put it down. When she turned back she was wearing only her bra and panties. I could see white hair peeking out from the sides between her legs. She was quite slim.
“’Please’ is a nice word honey but you will soon learn that ‘masters’ don’t have to use it. As a matter of fact Jimmy your mother and I would rather not be asked for anything. Give orders Jimmy, don’t make requests. We will make the requests of you. Now please order me to come to you.”
I was in a state of complete panic. I wanted to jump up and leave. I wanted to jump on my bike and ride home. I also wanted to stay more than I have ever wanted anything in the world.
I croaked out, “Come over here Grandmother.”
Grandmother moved across the living room floor and stood beside me. I could smell a mixture of perfume and something else.
“You are going to paddle me honey, with you hand. Don’t worry, you will not harm me. After more that thirty years of your grandfather’s hand, it would take a little more than your hand to give me pain. This is practice. Now order me to kneel.”
“Kneel Grandmother.”
Grandmother knelt down.
“What do you want me to do next Jimmy?”
“Bend over my knees.”
Grandmother bent over my knees.
Grandfather said at this point, “You have a decision to make now Jimmy. What do you want to do?”
At first I didn’t understand what he meant. We just looked at each other for a few seconds and then I knew.
“Pull your panties off Grandmother.”
Granddad said, “Very good Jimmy. I like to pull them off myself but this way works just as well. We were curious if you would be able to give the order. A bare ass is always best.”
Grandmother reached up and slipped her thumbs into the elastic waist of her panties and pulled down. Her ass was a little narrow on the sides but I loved it. The panties stopped above her knees.
Grandmother then said, “Jimmy, I can feel that there might be something we have to do first before you paddle me. May I get up for a second?”
I thought she might want to take off her bra.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to open your pants? That must be uncomfortable.”
She nodded at my erection.
There was no way I was going to do that. Not in front of my grandparents, or at least not in front of Grandfather. I looked at him and he understood.
“I think there is something I have to do in my workshop.