A Fitting Punishment
by fartslave185

Mark made a face that looked like he had sucked a lemon. "Ewwww," he whined, "I don't want to eat that! That looks nasty." The 16-year old boy flung the plate containing the three bean casserole with a side of Brussels sprouts and hardboiled eggs away from him. The plate crashed to the floor, shattering and sending food in every direction.

Mark's mom, Eva, a dark-haired beauty in her mid 30s with an athletic figure and a bit of extra padding in her rear end, looked on disappointedly. She glanced, embarrassed, at her sister, Mark's Aunt Marissa, and tried to apologize for the boy's behavior. "I'm sorry, Sis," she said, "he's out of control." Mark had been acting up all night, and this latest outburst was the worst. 

"Mark, go up to your room this instant! But before you do, apologize to your aunt! She made this wonderful dinner for us, and you've ruined it." Eva was fuming by this point. Mark turned to his aunt, a 6'2" Amazon with a perfect hourglass figure even in her late 30’s, and said, "Whatever." Following this eloquent statement, he stomped up stairs and slammed the door to his room shut. 

"Wow," Marissa said, "I've worked with teenagers for a while, but you've got your hands full with that one, lil’ sis." Marissa, a school principal, had, as she said, plenty of experience with troubled youths. 

Mark stomped up to his room. But as he went up the stairs, his stomps contained less and less energy. He knew he was in for it. He had crossed a line, and could expect no less than a sound spanking. His butt had barely recovered from the last paddling he had gotten, and this time would be worse, he had no doubt. He'd probably have to take it bare. He hated the thought of going bare bottom across his mom's lap in front of his aunt. He was too old for that! But he knew he hadn't acted his age, and would be punished according to his behavior. And the way his aunt looked, with her perfect breasts in the low cut top and her round, full ass in the tight pants, he'd probably be sporting a boner in front of her as well. Not good. When he got to his room, he sat on the edge of it, waiting anxiously for the footsteps he knew would be coming soon. 

Downstairs, Eva and Marissa were discussing John's punishment. "I don't know what to do," said Eva, "I've spanked him plenty of times, but it never seems to do any good in the long run..."

Marissa pondered this, getting a bit turned on from thinking about her lean, handsome nephew spanked by her sister. She'd always had a bit of a dominating streak about her when it came to men. Then she glanced about the kitchen at the wasted food and thought about how much Mark's attitude stunk. Her stomach gurgled from the food she had eaten. An idea formed, and a grin spread across her face. "Well, sis. I always say that the punishment should fit the crime. Here's what we should do..."

Mark had shifted from his spot on the edge of the bed and lay spread eagled now. His mom and aunt had taken much longer than he'd expected, so he had laid down. He soon fell fast asleep, and he was known for being a heavy sleeper. So when the door opened and two figures crept into the room, he didn't wake up. He was so far gone, he didn't even wake up as two ropes were tied around his wrists and then anchored to the posts at the head of his bed. He only began to stir as two identical knots were tied around his ankles. At first he thought he was dreaming. He saw two sexy figures and started to get aroused, but then felt the friction of the ropes around his wrists and ankles and tried to sit up. Quickly, Eva and Marissa tied the ropes around his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, effectively preventing him from being able to struggle too much. "What the fuck?" John said, still half asleep. 

"Such naughty language, young man," his aunt replied, "We can't have that." With a quick motion she yanked her socks off and stuffed one of them into his mouth, gagging him. "That's better. Eva, why don't you tell him what's going on?" 

"Sure thing, sis. Mark, I think you'll agree that your behavior recently has been completely unacceptable. You've been rude, mean, and destructive. I know you are capable of better behavior, but it seems like you need more guidance. With your father gone, that duty falls to me...and I've enlisted the help of your aunt as well. Frankly, your attitude stinks and we are going to do something about it."

While his mom was talking, John didn't notice that his aunt was slowly removing her trousers so that she only had her top and panties (an almost transparent pair that were wedged far up her ample ass) on. "Well, I'll let your aunt start things off," Eva finished. Suddenly, Marissa swung herself onto the bed and lowered her ass until it was hovering just above Mark's face. His eyes widened with shock and delight as he stared at the round, full cheeks above him. His dick began to stiffen, and his mother noticed. "Mark! This is a punishment, and not something to be enjoyed!" His face flushed red with embarrassment, but he was confused. How could this be a punishment? It was strange certainly, and the sock in his mouth didn't taste too great, but he had always admired his aunt's shapely rear. His question was answered, however, when his aunt began to speak, "Ahhh. If only you had eaten your dinner, Mark...We don't waste food in this family, so your mother and I had to finish the rest ourselves. All of that bean casserole, as well as those Brussels sprouts and hardboiled eggs. Think about how much less of *this* you'd have to endure if you'd just eaten your dinner." When Marissa said "this", a hissing sound began to emanate from her asshole. A fart, long and slow and heavy, flowed out of her ass and into Mark's unsuspecting nostrils. As it did, Mark's eyes flared open. His aunt was farting on him! His erect penis immediately begin to wither. The rotten egg and vegetable stench was horrendous and made him want to cough, but with her sweaty sock in his mouth, he couldn't. He tried to hold his breath to protect himself from inhaling any more, but his mother noticed it and said "No, no. You have to breathe it all in to learn your lesson! If your attitude stinks, you will too!" She pressed down slowly but firmly on his stomach to make him exhale, which then made him have to inhale. Right as he did, his aunt trumped out a loud, short blast right into his nose. She started laughing uncontrollably. "Man, that one must have stunk. This is so therapeutic! You should definitely try it, Eva." Eva felt her stomach churning from the potent mix of foods they had eaten and felt strangely excited. After all of the trouble her son had put her through, releasing her gas on his face sounded incredibly cathartic. She watched as Mark tried to pull away from the fart bomb his aunt had just released into his face and began to laugh as well.

Mark's senses reeled from the blast. He had felt the force of the fart blow against his face like a punch. And because he had been forced to inhale it, the whole beany fart coated his sinuses, and he knew he'd always remember the smell of it. Several more farts burst out in quick succession from above. BRRRUMP! FRRRRMP! PSSSSSSSSSSSST. The first two were bean and vegetable bombs, the last one was a nearly silent hisser, containing that potent eggy stench. He heard his mom and aunt laughing at his plight, and turned scarlet with shame. He knew he'd been bad. And worse, he knew he deserved this. Although he hated it, he began to dutifully sniff up the farts, gagging silently from the rancid smell. 

"Alright, I'm good for now, sis," Marissa said, "I think I got him nice and ready for you. He's starting to smell those farts like the good boy I know he can be! Aren't you, Mark? It’s your mother’s turn now. Get ready, I know from growing up with her how bad her gas can be." 

To be continued…   "Whoo! Your gas isn't exactly perfume either, Marissa. I can barely stand being in the same room as it." 

Eva's stomach rumbled ominously, but she held in her gas for just a bit more. She wanted to make sure all of it went toward teaching her son a lesson. As Marissa moved off of the bed and said her parting remarks, Eva looked at Mark and talked to him. "You know you deserve this, right? Just nod your head if you do." Mark nodded slowly. 

In his head, he was processing his aunt's comment. Was his mother's gas really that bad? Was it worse than what he had already experienced? He could scarcely believe it. Mark tried to recall when he had ever heard or smelled his mom fart. Maybe once or twice, and it had been bad no doubt, but nothing excessive...but then years of memories came flooding over him. Years of walking into rooms and smelling a rancid stench. When he asked his mom what it was, she said the plumbing was bad, or some food was rotten, or an animal had died, but now Mark realized what it really was. Then he thought of the loud sounds in the night that woke him even from his notoriously deep sleep. He realized what those were too. His mom saw the horror creep into his eyes and she knew what he was thinking. She smiled a bit. "Yeah, all these years all those smells and sounds were me. I tried to keep my farts silent during the day around you, just to be polite, but I couldn't keep out the deadly. At night, I could finally let loose."

His mom shimmied her exercise pants down past her hips, and to Mark's surprise, her underwear came down with them. She finally got them off and as she turned around to throw her pants to the side, Mark got his first look at his mother's naked ass. While not quite as wide as Marissa's, Eva's ass was toned and firm from her daily exercise. That, along with a genetic predisposition, made her butt bound away from the small of her back in a perfect bubble. And her asscrack...it was so deep. It would have been gorgeous if he didn't know what was about to come out of those depths. Mark also thought he noticed a thin sheen of sweat coating her cheeks and crack and realized that she hadn't taken a shower since her run this morning. He groaned inwardly, imagining how bad that moist, sweaty ass would smell just by itself, not to mention the impending sulfur to be released from it. 

Eva turned back and looked at Mark. "Ok son, I want you to show me that you can be better behaved. I know that this isn't fun, but I want every particle of my gas to be inhaled, no whining. I don't want to smell *anything.* Understand?" Mark, despite his fear, still wanted to make his mom proud. He had messed up so much recently, he could at least try to do this good for her. So, finally, hesitantly, he nodded. His aunt started laughing again, "Oh man, you've got your work cut out for you!" His mom was more encouraging, "Good boy, now do a good job or I'll just give you more gas!" she said as she climbed onto the bed. 

She straddled his chest and grabbed her firm, yet soft cheeks and spread them slowly, revealing the source of his imminent torture. There was definitely a layer of sweat there, and a slight tackiness to it that suggested that maybe she hadn't wiped too thoroughly the last time she went to the bathroom. She pushed her prominent rear end toward his face with the cheeks still spread, "Ok, Mark. Get your nose up Mommy's butt. You'll need to be right next to the hole to make sure I don't catch any whiff of it. You don't want your poor mom having to smell that stinky air do you? Show me what a good son you can be..." Mark hesitated slightly. "I've got a fart coming soon, you better hurry!" Hurrying was the last thing Mark wanted to do, but his desire to make her proud and her warning about farting more if she smelled any of her gas provided a catalyst. He gathered his courage and shoved his face into that deep crevice until he could feel his nose against her asshole. 

It was just as he feared. The dirty, sweaty ass crack smelled bad enough to be a punishment on his own. He gagged on the sock and listened as his mom spoke again. "Ok, get ready. I'm gonna tell you when to inhale and exhale so you'll be ready to inhale right when I fart. Ok, inhaaaale. Exhale. Inhaale. Exhale...Oh, here it comes! Inhale!"PRRRRMMMPssssssssssst! The fart, an eight-second affair, was a hot blast that slowly turned into a warm, moist hisser. 

"Oh my God, Eva! How is he gonna inhale all of...*that!*" Marissa said as she burst out laughing. Eva, however was too busy laughing herself to answer. The feeling of her bratty son burying his nose in her dirty ass, struggling to suck all of that flatulence up into his nostrils was a rush! She had no idea how good this would feel! It was almost literally a release of frustration and tension.

Mark almost pulled back when the thick, eggy and shitty fart hit his nose. But he held firm and focused on inhaling long and deep to get every last bit into his sinuses. Every part of his being, his body, his mind, his soul cried out to him to pull away. To try to escape from the terrible, awful stench. But there was a stronger force than him keeping him in place. These women were above him, not just physically, but in every way. Their farting on him established their dominance and he became subservient to their whims. And, right now, his mom wanted him to smell her ass while she passed gas, so he did that even though he was coughing into the dirty sock in his mouth from that terrible odor. 

PSSSSSSSSSSSSST! An eggy hisser. BRRRMP! A meaty trump. PRRRTTTH! A bassy, thick blast that smelled of rotten sprouts. BMMPBMMMMPBMMMMMMPBBMP! A long, bubbly, moist, and dirty fart that caused him to pull back, but he went straight back in, inhaling when his mom told him to, all while she and his aunt laughed at him receiving his just desserts. His mom continued to unload her "frustration" all over his face, and he did his best to sniff it all up.
For minutes, Eva let loose a barrage of gas into Mark's nose until she was finally spent. During this time, she hardly smelled a thing, even when she knew she had dropped enough gas to put down a horse. In a strange way, she was proud. Her son was one helluva fart sniffer. 
When she finally pulled herself away, Mark's face almost stuck to her ass, dirty and sweaty as it was. She could see tinges of brown around his nose and started cracking up. "Hey, Marissa, he tried so hard to make me proud, he ended up a literal brown noser!" They both burst out laughing again, with Mark almost crying from the humiliation. 

Finally, Eva removed the sock from Mark's mouth. "I'm sorry honey, we're only teasing. You did wonderful. How are you feeling? Did Mommy and Aunty's farts smell good?" she teased again. Her frustration was nearly gone, and she found herself treating the boy tenderly, although she wouldn’t hesitate to fart again if he started acting up. 

"Not really, " Mark said, with the understatement of the century "but I'm ok. I'm glad I did good. Can I get up now?"

"Almost honey, but there's one last thing to take care of. You never apologized to your aunt for being rude and not eating your dinner" She smirked at Marissa, having discussed what would come next.

Mark turned to face his aunt. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Marissa. I shouldn't have done that. I should have just eaten it like a good boy." 

Marissa looked like a Cheshire cat she was grinning so big. "Well, Mark. You have a chance to make it up to me. You can eat your dinner still and show me what a good boy you are now!" 

"Ok!" Mark said, excited to show how he could change.

However, no one untied the ropes so he could go downstairs and eat his dinner. Instead, to his confusion, he saw his aunt removing her underwear, revealing her large ass.

"Oh, sweety" his aunt said, "don't you remember? We ate all the food! But you can still have your dinner, just in a different form...and I'm gonna help feed it to you." With that statement she jumped onto the bed once again, straddled his chest, grabbed the back of his hair and shoved his face into her rear end. "Open your mouth, Mark! I don't want to hear any complaints about how nasty it is this time, even if it is coming out of my ass! Oh, and now that a little more time has passed, that food is really taking effect. You thought those last farts smelled bad? Wait 'til you see how these taste..."   Mark couldn't believe this was happening. He had thought he was done, but the worst was yet to come. He would show them he was better though. He'd eat his"dinner." He opened his mouth and placed it near his aunt's bare asshole. PRRMP! A loud eggy trump blasted out from her dirty ass. The sound echoed mockingly in his mouth as the sulfur raced down his throat, making him cough and gag. Once again, his mom and aunt were chuckling at his misfortune."That was just the appetizer, son! Don't fill up before the main course!" his mom chimed in. "So, what do you think, Mark?" his aunt jeered, "5-star quality? Should I open a restaurant? Oh, get your mouth back in there. The next dish is coming up!" Mark, still gagging a bit from the last fart, dutifully placed his mouth over her asshole, forming a seal. PRRMP! BRRRRRP! PPPPsssssssst! "Oooh YES! That's a sampler platter for you. How did that taste?" Mark wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question or not, but he couldn't answer as he was struggling to choke down this new barrage of gas. He knew the answer though. The first one was a short, but powerful beany fart, the second was an eggy blast with a hint of shit that tested his new found obedience to the core, and the third was pure rotten vegetable gas. He realized that his punishment would probably extend beyond tonight. He couldn't imagine the taste of his aunt's gas dissipating any time soon; he would be tasting farts for a while. 

"Speechless, huh? Must be that delicious. Hmmm. You must be thirsty after all that. How about something to drink?" Marissa winked at Eva who raised her eyebrows. She knew what Marissa was thinking and smirked, giving her ashort nod of approval. Mark said "Yeah, I'm a bit thirsty. Thanks, Auntie Marissa." His aunt moved backward so that her pussy was directly above his face. It was a bit odd seeing her like that, but he was so disoriented by the beating his senses of taste and smell were taking that he didn't dwell on it.She then paused. Mark was confused. Wasn't she going to get him a drink? Then he realized what was happening. "Open wide, Mark. I've got a refreshing beverage prepared for you." Grimacing, Mark opened his mouth wide. Urine poured out from above with perfect aim. He swallowed it as best he could, but there was so much. Some splashed onto his face when he swallowed and the taste of it was gross. Although, truth be told, it was a relief compared to the rotten gas he had been "treated" to earlier. "Ahhh much better,yeah? Ok, well now it's time for the main course, dear nephew. She shifted back down so that her gassy butt was directly in front of him again. "Open up,sweetie!" Mark did so. 

The next 5 minutes were marked by a ruthless battery of ass gas. In those 300 seconds, he must have swallowed and choked down 30-40 farts. He lost track. The worst was the last one. It was a huge 12-second long warm, and thick ripper, and it tasted of the strongest of rotten eggs.

"Ah, that's better. Good job, Mark. I'm proud of you for finishing all your dinner. And no complaints either!" his aunt said. You're probably full, so I won't make you eat your dessert." She pointed mockingly toward the traces of brown tackiness along her crack and asshole. Mark nodded thankfully as she got up from the bed. They began to tuck him into bed.

"Good job, son. I'm proud of you, too." His mom said. 

"Thanks, mommy and Aunty Marissa. I'm sorry again. I'll be better from now on," Mark said earnestly.

"I hope so, sweetie. Just know that we'll always love you, even when you smell like butt," his mom smiled. 

They all laughed at that. They knew he'd be good for at least tomorrow. After all, they were having chili and he had no desire to find out what *that* experience would be like. 

The End.