She was part of the family. She was his son’s wife and, according to conventional moral concepts, she should actually be taboo for him. But when two people are instinctively attracted to each other, instincts are usually stronger than reason and even stronger than morals. Tina was aware that she had become involved with the father of the man she was married to. But she didn’t just see Dr. Peter Weigand as a mature lover for secret flings. For her, he was also the father she had never had herself.

Actually, Peter had always been the man she asked for advice and whose knowledge she greatly appreciated. He was a successful businessman and she had just finished her studies and was in the process of setting up her own communications agency. She naturally appreciated Peter’s personal support, which was probably far more helpful for her start in business than any professional coaching for a lot of money. But when a young woman and an experienced man constantly put their heads together, sympathies naturally arise and the first subtle vibrations between two bodies are inevitable.

However, he had originally seen Tina as more of a daughter and his feelings for her were purely paternal, at least at first. He quickly realized that she was a very emotional person who liked to make decisions based on her gut and was not exactly blessed with the gift of rational reasoning. More than once, he would have liked to put her over his knee if she had once again gone against his advice and embarked on an adventure that was not likely to be a success.

Peter had once threatened to do the same to her and she had looked at him thoughtfully for a long time before falling silent and bowing her head in shame. Perhaps that didn’t seem so far-fetched to her in the end. He wasn’t her biological father, but a father-in-law was also a kind of father. And as his daughter-in-law, she wasn’t too far removed from a daughter. She had never had a real father, he knew, and he thought it quite likely that she saw him as a kind of substitute. Although the idea of a father spanking his daughter was not really far-fetched in the end.

He knew that there was nothing more important for an early-stage entrepreneur like her than getting to know the right people and making a name for herself. So he had occasionally taken her to events organized by the Marketing Club and the Entrepreneurs Association to introduce her to the business world and give her a chance to make contacts and start conversations. It was at one of these conferences that it happened. They had sat in the bar for a long time in the evening and, as an old-school gentleman, Peter had naturally accompanied the tipsy and no longer quite stable young woman to her room. He only had a hazy recollection of what had happened afterwards. But it seemed that one thing had led to another that night and the daughter-in-law had probably realized that a father-in-law was not a father after all and that nothing really stood in the way of a secret love affair.

And so they sat across from each other at the breakfast table the next morning and knew that they had done something that you don’t actually do and that would henceforth bind them together like two accomplices who had something to hide that nobody was allowed to know about. Tina was still young and a little naive. But she had an insatiable hunger for sex that undoubtedly demanded to be continued. Peter, on the other hand, was a mature man who knew exactly how to bring a woman to climax and took great pleasure in teaching a novice what she still lacked in terms of sex in order to be a real woman.

And so it had happened. The father’s cock had penetrated a willing and tempting young pussy that was actually reserved for the son and should therefore be taboo. The father’s advisor had become a secret lover and the student with a fresh degree and a head full of plans had become a love-hungry lover who was not yet aware of the dilemma she had got herself into.

Peter’s son was still in the hot phase of his professional career and was far too busy with his own life to notice how his wife was slowly but inexorably changing. Of course, she still had sex with her husband and she liked the impetuous way in which he took her and brought her to climax quickly and violently. But she also appreciated his father’s mature sex, which penetrated into the deeper regions of her sexuality and made her feel like a complete beginner who still had a lot to learn.

The two adulterers were always arranging new situations to make time for each other without the outside world suspecting anything. The locations of their conspiratorial meetings were the large, anonymous hotels in the region, where a mismatched couple like them would not attract attention and no one would be bothered by the fact that the room was always paid for in advance and not used at night.

In the family setting, they behaved in the same way as family members who get on well with each other and are interested in not disturbing the harmony and maintaining the small family rituals. In other words, they made every effort to act as if they were nothing more than relatives who treated each other with the courtesy of relatives.

Tina had earned herself a reputation as an undisciplined, chaotic young woman who didn’t think much of social etiquette and offended the older ones in particular with her sometimes rather provocative outfit. A miniskirt, under which lace-trimmed panties kept flashing out, aroused the secret interest of all the male family members, but the ladies present were not really enthusiastic about it. Even with a blouse that left no doubt that the breasts hidden underneath were firm enough to lead an existence without the support of a brassiere, a young woman does not necessarily make friends among her older peers. Moreover, in these circles, people tended to be reserved, not to say abstinent, when it came to alcohol, so the junior’s wife tended to attract negative attention when she fell into an unmistakably tipsy state during a family celebration.

In other words, the young wife belonged because she had the family name. But she was actually „not one of us“ and was tolerated rather than enthusiastically welcomed into the family circle. She was simply seen as overly permissive and had more of a reputation as a little tramp than a faithful wife. Of course, it was mainly the women who thought so, while the men secretly envied the young husband for his pretty wife and assumed that she was a real hottie in bed.

Peter had also disapproved of his secret lover’s unbridled behavior on more than one occasion and had expressed this clearly within the family circle. However, the requests to his son to please try to moderate his wife had not brought about any change. Tina seemed to be trying to make herself unpopular. She deliberately played the role of the ordinary girl from the lower classes that everyone thought she was

It was her behavior at a family birthday party that prompted Peter to threaten to beat up his daughter-in-law for the second time. They had once again sought refuge in a hotel to live out their secret love affair. But instead of ending up in bed as quickly as possible and falling over each other, they had argued violently. He’d told her to stop her provocative behavior, otherwise … Yes, exactly, otherwise he’d put her over his knee like a stupid little brat who needed to be chastised. But she hadn’t taken him seriously. She had laughed at him and posed in front of him by lifting up her dress and sticking her thong-clad bottom out at him. It was supposed to be an invitation to finally stop talking about it and move on to why they were actually in this hotel room.

His first blow had surprised her. The second had angered her. She had protested angrily at the third. But he was a man and she was a woman. So he had simply grabbed her and thrown her onto the large bed. Then he had undressed her with rather rough movements and fucked her like he had never fucked her before. He had grabbed her by the hips and penetrated her from behind with violent thrusts. Immediately, regardless of whether she was ready or not. With almost furious ferocity, without heeding her protests and without giving her a chance to escape his firm grip. She was a woman whose woman would make any man get hard immediately. A young woman who still had a lot to learn. Almost still a teenager who should have been put over his parents‘ knee.

But precisely because she was a woman, she had reacted exactly as he had expected. First she had done everything she could to shake him off. Then she had resigned herself to her fate and lapsed into a passivity that was probably intended to express disinterest in his forced possession and at some point the instinctuality in her had taken control of her actions and she had pushed her back deep to present herself to him in the best possible way and to ensure that his angry cock could penetrate deep inside her unhindered. At this stage, she had probably taken it with a feeling of uninhibited lust when he hit her left and right several times on her provocatively stretched buttocks.

This time they had not left the hotel together. When he had finished, he had simply turned away from her, let her quivering body sink onto the bed and got dressed without a word. He had taken one last look at her glowing bottom and dripping pussy before leaving the room to take the elevator to the underground car park. He had treated her like a common hooker and made it clear to her what he actually thought of her.

Peter knew that this was the end of his secret liaison with his son’s wife. He knew it and he also knew that it was the best of all solutions. In any case, it was better than his family finding out one day that his whorish wife had been having an affair with his own father all along.

Tina also seemed to have understood the message. In any case, she made a point of staying away from her father-in-law from then on. She also stopped calling him to ask him for business advice. She made a great effort to run her agency under her own steam, but it turned out that Peter had been right in his assessment. The young woman was simply too emotional, too impulsive and a touch too full of herself. It only took a few months and she had driven her promising little company into bankruptcy. If you looked closely, you could see that this failure was depressing her. But she was far removed from any insight into her own culpability and told everyone that she had been set up and that it was ultimately the rigorous approach of the tax office that had caused her bankruptcy.

The gloomy mood therefore only lasted a short time and she continued to play the power woman who had everything under control. After all, she had studied. She had a degree. She was allowed to have a title in front of her name and therefore knew everything better. In other words, Tina was far from insightful and continued to play the superior businesswoman that no one in the family could compete with. Not the old men in her eyes, who had a successful life as businessmen behind them. And certainly not their wives, who, apart from producing children, had not yet achieved anything really significant.

Tina’s drinking habits didn’t change much either. The only difference was that she no longer caused embarrassing scenes whenever the family clan came together for a get-together. But not because she was drinking less, but because her husband had taken her out of circulation in good time. After all, he had heeded his father’s advice and taken at least some control over his licentious young wife.

The really big scandal occurred at a family funeral service. The whole family was dressed in black and after the funeral they met in a fine restaurant that had been rented especially for this purpose. There was an exquisite menu consisting of five perfectly coordinated courses. Although the mood was subdued in keeping with the occasion, the evening was spent chatting, reminiscing and, of course, talking about the deceased, who was obviously held in high esteem by everyone and whose sudden passing had caused many a tear.

Of course, there was also alcohol – in this case a glass of champagne as an aperitif, a red wine from the Kaiserstuhl to accompany the meal and an old Armagnac as a digestif. Alcohol as is customary for a festive meal and as is enjoyed in high society, while the gentlemen retired to the smoking lounge and the ladies made themselves comfortable in the salon. Tina seemed to prefer the company of the men, which was probably due to the fact that the majority of the ladies turned their noses up at her outfit, which was appropriately all in black for the occasion, but was otherwise considered a touch too sexy.

But it was of course her intention to provoke. So she spent the whole evening shuttling back and forth between the two rooms and showing herself off. The fact that the ladies demonstratively averted their eyes at the sight of her and began to whisper eagerly was nothing more than pure envy on her part. The envy of older ladies for the only young woman in the room who could afford to show off her body without appearing vulgar. The gentlemen behaved completely differently and she enjoyed the secretly lustful looks they gave her. Men of an advanced age had a different perspective. They knew how to appreciate a young, pretty thing and therefore reacted far more leniently to Tina’s not quite appropriate appearance. However, she was not really accepted by either camp and was more or less excluded from the conversation. The men’s conversations revolved around things she didn’t understand anyway, while the ladies chatted about all the trivialities that all women whose purpose in life was to be a wife had to deal with.

Actually, a young woman like Tina couldn’t do anything else in this situation but let the evening pass bored and slowly but surely get drunk.

Her husband was watching the situation with increasing concern and his father’s disapproving looks told him that something had to be done before the situation got out of hand and his wife caused an embarrassing incident. But he didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he didn’t feel like leaving the lively discussion prematurely. On the other hand, he would probably have no choice but to take care of Tina before the situation got out of hand for good.

He hadn’t really noticed that his father had stood up and left the room. He had noticed that he had come back with a dark brown college folder and placed it next to him on one of the small side tables, but hadn’t given it a second thought. Nevertheless, it should have made him suspicious. Srein’s father had always been a far-sighted man who almost instinctively anticipated problems and was therefore never confronted with a situation unprepared.

And this is exactly what happened a little later. Tina had become a regular at the bar and kept turning up with a new glass in her hand, the high-proof contents of which certainly didn’t match her already extremely precarious condition. The ladies acknowledged this with indignant looks. The men showed the first worry lines on their foreheads and wondered how much longer this would last. When the young woman then began to interfere in the conversation without being asked and made inappropriate comments that came out of her lips as rather incomprehensible sounds, the point was finally reached.

After her husband was still unable to decide to intervene and finally bring his wife home, his father felt compelled to intervene and solve the problem. Tina had certainly noticed her father-in-law’s warning look, but she was not inclined to be impressed by the man whose mistress she had been until a few weeks ago. But she should have known better.

Peter remained very calm. He reached for his folder, took out an object that none of those present knew how to interpret at first, and stood up. Tina’s reflexes were already too slowed down by the alcohol for her to react when Peter slowly approached her. She was also unable to defend herself against him when he grabbed the young woman roughly by the arm and led her to an empty armchair. It didn’t take much effort to bend her over the back of the chair and it only took a few energetic hand movements to push up her already too short dress and expose her ass cheeks. The burgundy thong she was wearing was essentially a couple of strings struggling to hold a tiny patch of fabric in place. Her bottom was practically uncovered and everyone present could see the perfect curves of a young woman who was now wriggling in vain to free herself from her predicament.

It was a whip that Peter had picked up. A short strap whip with a wooden handle to which a dozen or so thin leather straps were attached. A flogger, as they said among insiders. Just the right instrument to teach a lesson to a young woman who had misbehaved and undoubtedly deserved a spanking. Peter held his wriggling ex-lover with his left hand while he swung his right hand out to draw twelve well-aimed welts on her backside with a hot hiss.

She reacted with a shrill screech that also drew the attention of the ladies in the next room, who immediately rushed over to witness the scene. Tina’s screeching had now become a continuous sound, while her disciplinarian lashed out again and again to give her provocatively dancing bottom the spanking it had long deserved.

The women’s expressions showed undisguised satisfaction as they watched the chastisement of their drunken sex companion. For the men, it was a more than erotic spectacle and they watched with smug smiles as one of their own did what they would all have loved to do themselves. Tina’s husband watched with a spellbound gaze and undisguised excitement. He felt no need to stop his father from doing what he was doing. On the contrary, he secretly knew that he was carrying out a chastisement that should have been his duty as a husband.

The whip was wielded with extreme force and everyone in the room knew that Tina was suffering hellish pain. The pattern of welts on her buttocks had now melted into a single surface, visibly swelling the flesh of the chastised woman as it took on a uniform dark red color.

As the young woman’s initial shrieking increasingly turned into heart-rending weeping and wailing, her husband gradually felt compelled to put an end to it. He got up and walked towards the armchair where his wife was suffering. His father lowered the whip and freed the maltreated woman from his grip, while her husband helped her out of her humiliating position and slipped her skirt back down after she had regained an upright position on visibly wobbly legs.

His father handed him the whip and both men knew how to understand it. A father had shown his son how to deal with a rebellious woman, and from now on he would take over the upbringing of his wife himself. Holding the whip in his right hand while supporting his unrestrainedly sobbing wife with his left hand, the young husband left the scene.

Those present had watched the event in silence. None of them had protested. No one had intervened. No one had come to the young woman’s aid. Everyone knew that her punishment was more than overdue. And everyone was sure that her behavior would change significantly from now on.