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Subject: RP: Deirdre - Upstairs

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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.

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