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 I was still crying hard from the switching Becky had given me.  Grandma
told me to bend over the couch as she trimmed the new switch.  I asked if
it could wait a minute, give my poor butt a break.  With anger in her
voice, she just said, "One." I hurriedly started toward the couch.  She
counted quickly enough that I was able to take only a couple steps before
she said, "Two." Then Jesse stepped right in my path.  I nearly rammed into
her.  I stopped in my tracks, the end of my still hard dick touching her.
Jesse was smirking, trying not to laugh.  Grandma said, "Three."

   Laughing a little, and yet sexually aroused at the same time, Jesse
said, "Oooh, you've done it now!  You get DOUBLE!" She giggled with glee as
she took me by the hand and lead me the one step I had left to reach the
couch.  She guided my hips right to my mom's wet spot, so that as she
pushed me into a bent over position, my dick was pressed against my mom's
pussy juice.  Then she stepped back.

   Grandma stood on my left and swung the switch with all her considerable
might.  I wailed loud, shot straight up, and put my hands over my butt. 
Sue was standing in front of the couch.  She reached over, grabbed my
shoulders, and pulled me back bent over.  Kneeling on the couch, she
gripped my wrists tight, one in each hand, and held them in place to keep
me bent over.  As though that weren't enough, she also pressed up against
me, her crotch between my shoulder blades.  Damned if it wasn't just as wet
as mom's!

   With the next swat of the switch, I screamed and fought against my
sister's tight hold on me.  Aside from my legs swinging, I barely moved at
all.  Grandma said, "Hold him tighter, dear." Sue wrapped her arms around
me and squeezed.  She slid closer to the back of the couch, pressing my
body against it.  My face was buried in the back of the couch.  The switch
impacted my backside again, and my legs were the only part of me that could
move.  My howls were muffled by the couch.  Grandma said, "That's much
better."

   She switched me slowly and deliberately, maximizing the impact of each
strike.  I was screaming, and fighting with all my might to get off the
back of the couch.  My legs kicked wildly, but Sue kept the rest of me in
place.  Grandma hit me again.  And again.  And again.

   She said, "Stop kicking!" and hit me again.  Then came a couple more
swats.  Moving to my right side, Grandma continued to swing the switch with
all of her considerable might, solidly impacting backside.  I was crying
loudly, unable to do anything but stay bent over.  Grandma said, "Stop
kicking, young man" and hit me again.  I wailed and kicked.  Grandma didn't
even raise her voice.  She calmly said, "You need to stop kicking" and hit
me again.  I was in excruciating pain, but exceedingly turned on at the
same time.  I couldn't help but struggle and kick.  Grandma said, "Once you
stop kicking, the swats will count toward your punishment.  These don't
count." Then she hit me again.

   I was howling at the top of my lungs, still kicking.  Grandma hit me
again.  And again.  And again.  After a while my kicking became less and
less emphatic.  I was settling down, close to going limp.  She kept on
switching me as hard as she could.  Between mom and me, we had to have been
in the high double digits of the number of swats grandma had given.  She
showed no sign of tiring out.  Each swat of the switch was just as hard. 
She moved back to my left and continued switching me.

   My dick was about to explode at any second, throbbing against my mom's
wet spot.  Sue kept on squeezing me and pressing me into the couch face
first.  My muffled cries and screams were loud as fuck.  I heard grandma
say to someone, "This switch is starting to get worn out.  Go cut another,
and trim it good." As she said this she continued to switch me in the same
slow, steady rhythm.  You could say she didn't miss a beat.  I could hear
the excited giggle of a girl in her late teens or early twenties rush out
the door.  Grandma said, "You're still kicking" and continued to switch me.
The giggling girl came back in.  Grandma said, "Yes, that's a real good
one. Give it a good trim."

   Then the girl spoke, and I recognized the voice of Tammy.  She said,
"I'll trim it just right.  I can also use it.  If your arm gets tired, I
would love to take over!  I've wanted to beat that brat's bottom for a long
time." She giggled again and said, "I love how purple and swollen you're
making it!"

   Grandma moved back to my left and said, "I don't think that will be
needed.  Thanks for the offer." She gave me a few more swats.  I finally
kept my legs still.  Then she said my name and, "That's much better.  Hold
still now." And to Tammy, "Hand me that one." The fresh switch stung a bit
more than the one I had brought in.  She gave me 5 good swats with it.  She
stopped long enough to say, "Good.  Now your punishment can start.  15 on
each side.  Who wants to count?"

   She was about to give me 1 one of 15, when Jesse said, "Wait a minute,
grandma.  He wasn't bent over by the time you counted to 3!  Doesn't that
mean he gets double?"

   Grandma said, "Oh, that's right!  Thank you.  30 on each side." She
switched me slowly, just as hard, as everybody counted from 1 to 30.  She
moved back to my right side and they counted out 30 more swats.  Then
grandma said to Sue, "Ok, you can let go of him now." She did.  And then to
me, "You can get up now."

   I was sobbing uncontrollably, barely able to get to my feet.  Grandma
gave me a strong hug and I hugged her back.  My throbbing cock was right
against her thigh, with a steady stream of precum coming out of it.  Am I
crazy, or are her nipples hard?  Or both?  I think it's both!  She took me
by the hand and lead me around the couch to the front of it.  She sat on
the couch and had me slowly turn around multiple times.

   Grandma examined the bruises on my ass and on my balls, and the
cigarette burns on the head of my dick.  She stroked and gently squeezed
the bruises and burns.  As she did this, she said, "You were a very wicked
child, peeping on all of us like that.  And then all that carrying on,
fighting your punishment.  There is still more to come.  For now ...  " She
stood up, and began to guide me by my hips to lie on the couch " ... 
you're on a time-out."

   I laid there howling and blubbering, face down, my bruised bottom on
display for all to see.  I don't know for how long.  This whole mess had
started shortly after breakfast, and when grandma had me sit up it was
sundown.  So yeah, it was a while.

   Grandma sat beside me.  She took a warm washcloth and wiped my face with
it, saying, "Yes, you have been thoroughly punished.  It's almost over
now."

   She set the cloth on an end-table and gave me a firm hug.  She gave me a
kiss on the cheek.  And then a peck on the lips, which turned into a much
longer kiss.  Her hand drifted from my shoulder down my chest.  Still
kissing me on my lips, she rubbed my chest, slowly moving her hand further
down my body.  I'm not sure when my dick got hard again.  I just know that
around the same time that she slid her tongue into my mouth she had her
hand on my hard dick.

   Grandma stood up.  She slipped out of her one-piece bathing suit.  As
she returned to sitting on the couch, she said, "Stand up now.  Giving you
your punishment has got me all hot and bothered.  It's your fault, you have
to fix it.  I'm going to lie back on the couch, and you're going to take
care of me." I stood there and surveyed her body for a moment.  She really
was a sexy older lady.  It's not like I'd never thought about it.  And she
clearly was serious.  Her nipples were every bit as hard as my dick.  Her
pussy was so wet the hair was glistening.  But were we really going to do
this?  In front of everybody?  I looked around the room.

   Wendy and the twins were gone, but everybody else was watching me.  They
appeared to want to watch me fuck grandma, to be turned on by the very
idea. I took a fraction of a second to compose myself.  As calmly as I
could muster, I said, "I'm not going to bang grandma." This wasn't the end
of my thought.  I paused for effect.  I didn't get to finish the statement
with, "without protection."

   Grandma stopped me at the pause.  She said, "Nobody said 'bang.' You're
going to take care of me.  With your tongue." We looked at each-other for
some part of a second.  She continued, "You don't know how to do that, do
you.  I'll teach you." She pulled me by my hand to bring me down to her
level.  Using her hands to guide my face to her face, she said, "First,
some more kissing."

   I lie on top of my grandma and made out with her for a while, both of us
completely nude.  With a bunch of other family members watching us.  Then
she stopped kissing me and told me to kiss her neck.  Grandma gave me
verbal instructions every step of the way.  She had me kiss, lick, and suck
on her neck for a while before moving further down.

   She had me spend some time on her big breasts.  With my hands, lips, and
tongue, I gave attention to every part of the breast except the nipple. 
Moaning in pleasure the whole time, grandma told me just what to do.  She
had me motorboat her and then return to working the breasts the way I had
been.  Finally focusing on the nipples last, just before working my way on
down her body.

   She made sure I took my time working my way down that body.  I gave
attention to every subtle curve.  Then I finally arrived at her pussy.  She
had me kiss the surface with my lips for a bit, and then go back to kissing
her belly.  I went back and forth a couple times.  Then she had me focus on
her pussy and stay there.

   Grandma was reclining.  Not really siting, not really lying.  She put 1
leg over my shoulder and wrapped the other around my neck.  She pulled my
hair hard and pushed my face into her hot, wet pussy.  Intense pleasure in
her voice, she said, "Oh, yes!  Stick your tongue down in there and wiggle
it!  Look me in the eye!"

   I looked up at my grandma, looking down at me eating her pussy.  She
called my name and told me to reach up and play with her tits.  Her legs
squeezed me tighter, and her hips began to gyrate.  From the sound of her
voice, you would think she would be too far gone to say actual words
anymore.  But she did say actual words.  She told me to move my hands from
her tits and run them all over her body.  And then to reach around and play
with her ass.  And then to squeeze her ass hard.

   Grandma had both hands in my hair, pulling hard, and pushing my face
into her pussy at the same time.  Her legs crushing me harder and harder.
By this point, she was screaming quite loudly in ecstasy.  "Yeah!  Baby! 
Yeah!  JUST LIKE THAT!" Her whole body started to quake, and then she
screamed my name multiple times.  Each time longer and louder, until she
was screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

   I had just given a woman an orgasm for the first time in my life, and it
was my grandma.  She relaxed her legs, but still pulled my hair.  She
pulled my head back up to her face and made out with me some more.  My
throbbing dick pressed against her thigh again.

   Then grandma said, "If I ever hear about you being a peeper again, I
won't be so easy on you."

   I looked at my mom, who clearly had been touching herself watching this.
She was envious, she wanted me to take care of her that way.  I decided
that I would, but not right now.

   Gradually, the family members who had gathered that day left to go their
separate ways.  By that time, I had long since put my trunks back on. 
After the last one had left, I approached my mom.  I had had some time to
think about what I was going to say and do.  I was ready to make the moves
on my mom, but she wasn't ready for me.  She was in for a real surprise.