From velvet@znet.com Thu Aug 21 09:20:59 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: author - deirdre : Upstairs - upstairs.txt From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 06:20:59 -0700 -------- -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ -------- Subject: Upstairs by Deirdre ds, sm, ff Upstairs by deirdre I noticed my sister, Charlotte give me a little nod. Very slight. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't the time or place. We were both grown. I was married. I was sitting next to my wife, Sue. We were all just sitting around, watching TV with my Mom and Dad. It had been years... But I recognized the nod. This story begins years ago when I was about 12. Charlotte is three years older then me. One day when my parents and Charlotte were out, something made me snoop around the house. It was just too tempting. I poked around my parents bedroom, then poked around Charlotte's. I ran across her diaries and started reading one that didn't have a lock. I don't even remember much about what it said... stuff about Charlotte's friends who I didn't even know very well. And a bit about what she thought of me. But the significant thing that happened is that Charlotte caught me. I don't know why I didn't hear her coming in--maybe she just likes to sneak in sometimes. But I didn't. And she saw what I was doing, snatched the diary out of my hand, and told me I was going to get it. I knew exactly what she meant: she was going to tell Mom. Mom had explicitly banned me for ever going in Charlotte's room and she would definitely take this as willful disobedience. And I had just crossed Mom the day before and she would be doubly mad. I could see that Charlotte was mad and there was no changing her mind, but I had to try. I begged her to keep quiet about it. I could see I was getting nowhere. I begged her more. I told her I'd do anything. Eventually I think she got annoyed at my begging. She looked thoughtful for a minute. Then she said she'd keep quiet if I let her do the punishing. I hesitated a moment, then agreed. Suddenly she was looking at me thoughtfully. She told me to come with her and I followed her back upstairs to my own room. She looked in the closet and found a leather belt. Then she told me to get down on my hands and knees. I guess I didn't move fast enough because she reminded me that though I might not like this, that the alternative was facing Mom. I complied. She doubled the belt, and let me have it on the rear. It stung, making me say "ow". She smacked me again a couple of times and I sort of got used to it, but then she stopped. She wasn't satisfied. She told me to pull down my pants. Once again, she wouldn't brook "no" for an answer and I ended up doing it. Then she wanted my underpants down. Besides being embarrassed, I knew it was going to really hurt. And did it! I yelled and she seemed pleased with her results though she ordered me to be quiet. I managed to be quiet as she gave me 10 or 12 smacks. After that, I could hardly stand it and lay on my side on the floor, trying to sooth the pain. My cock was showing but I hardly cared at the moment. Charlotte said obviously she'd have to finish another time and that I should be ready for the same on the following day. I started to protest, but she said I had three choices: continue at once; continue the following day; or face Mom. I couldn't see a way out of it. The next day, Mom was out when we got home from school. Charlotte reminded me of my "debt" and led me to my room again. Once again, she found a belt, told me to get on my hands and knees and uncover my rear. Once again, she made me stay quiet and she smacked me until I couldn't stand it anymore. And once again, she said she'd have to continue at another time. She whipped me every day that week. I got the feeling she liked it, and not just because she was mad at me. I got tired of the same reason, but she started bringing up other things she knew that I'd done and held them over my head. For the next month I got whipped almost every day and after that I still got a whipping two or three times a week. Early on, I realized that she must be spying on me, or asking other kids what I had done, because she kept surprising me with what she knew. Well, that lasted for years--in fact until Charlotte went off to college. By then it had become something of a ritual. In the evening, when the whole family was watching TV, Charlotte would give me the slightest nod. I'd wait a minute, then go up to my room. In my room, I'd strip absolutely naked and get on my hands and knees. I'd face away from my door. Then I'd hear Charlotte enter. If I wasn't ready, she'd get very angry. But angry or not, she'd pick up a leather belt and whip my ass. I never made a sound, just took it. She usually whipped me about 20 times, then left. Sometimes she'd giggle a little. After she left for college, she did this routine with me a couple of times while I was still in high school and she was back for a weekend. But by the time I went off to college, it had kind of "died out". Well, I went on to college, then to grad school where I met Sue. She was a year older than me, but started grad school the same year that I did. She had in fact gone to the same college that Charlotte had. Sue is absolutely great looking and I was surprised at how obviously interested she was in me even the first time we met. Soon we were serious and we were married before we finished grad school. And now I was sitting in my parent's family room, with Mom and Dad, and Charlotte, and Sue and I was absolutely certain that Charlotte had given me her little nod. My mind was racing. Sue got up to do something. I was still thinking. I saw the nod again. In the old days, a second nod meant big trouble. How could Charlotte be thinking of this? The pressure was too great. I went upstairs and into the bedroom. Sue was naked and on her hands and knees, facing away from the door. I looked at her in shock. She looked back at me and said "Hurry! She'll be angry!" I was still confused. Sue and I hardly ever saw Charlotte. "Hurry!" I thought I heard footsteps on the stairs. That triggered me to action: I almost ripped off my clothes. In seconds, I was next to Sue, on my hands and knees, naked, facing away from the door. I heard the door open. I didn't look back. I heard Charlotte's giggle. I barely saw her as she went over to get a belt. I heard the belt swing and smack. It wasn't me. Sue, right next to me caught her breath and gave a little grunt. Then I felt the searing pain on my own rear. Then I heard Sue get it. Charlotte alternated between us. It had been so long since I had felt that pain--it was horrible, and yet in a way it was like a return to what I was familiar with. Charlotte left after giving us about 20 smacks each. We did our best to get dressed. I glanced at Sue. She didn't look at me. Later Sue told me that she had known Charlotte quite well in college. I wondered what she meant by that. She said that Charlotte had told her what graduate school to attend and had told her to find me. I was flabbergasted. Sue and I had gotten along wonderfully well together--to think . . . I might have been afraid that Sue and I would grow apart, but we didn't. We talked more, including more about our feelings and innermost secrets. Including the whippings we were getting. Back home we decided that we had to pay Charlotte back. To corner her and to give her the kind of whipping she seemed to think it was her right to give us. But whenever we visit Charlotte, it is us on the floor, naked, waiting. But we have enjoyed talking about our plans. In bed at night, I stroke Sue's body while I tell her what we are going to do to Charlotte. About Charlotte naked on the floor. Feeling the belt. Sue absolutely loves it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------