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From: darla@accessone.com (Darla)
Subject: FAMILY PUNISHMENT (M&F&m/f +Inc)
Family Punishment
by Darla (darla@accessone.com) 1995
In the corner of the kitchen, nailed to the wooden floor a bit more than
shouldersı width apart, were a pair of worn clogs. When not in use, a pot
of bulb flowers--paper whites, or tulips--stood between them, and they
were stuffed with leaves and wild grasses that made the whole thing look
like a cunning Dutch kitchen decoration. At the moment, they were empty,
the flower pot relegated to another corner. In a moment, their 17 year
oldıs pretty feet would occupy them. Jeremy, at 14, made valiant efforts
to keep the smirk off his face, but was unable to contain his glee at
seeing his officious, overbearing sister get Level Three on a day when he
was home from school.
Level Three. Everyone who was home could observe, even participate, if
Dad had a mind to let them. Jeremy fingered the pussy-strap on the table
in front of him. He imagined that if he lifted the butter-soft leather to
his nose, he might still catch the fragrance of fresh-whipped pussy--his
sisterıs, even his Momıs. He shuddered at the thought, but kept his hands
busy in his lap. He was overwhelmed at the idea that Dad might let him do
or help with The Rub.
Maj came into the kitchen, her face a thundercloud. Her eyes flicked over
her brother and squeezed shut in agony. She knew there was no protest she
could lodge, no appeal she could make, that would remove her brother from
the scene, nor mitigate her punishment in any way. Her father stepped
into the room behind her.
³Your robe, Maj. And into the clogs.² From the livingroom, her mother
appeared, looking as if she had been crying. Maj couldnıt meet her gaze.
She slipped the robe off her shoulders and caught it in one hand, flicking
it over the back of the kitchen chair next to Jeremyıs.
She walked to the clogs, her small breasts barely bouncing, the nipples
hardening in the cool room. Jeremyıs breath came short and hard. He was
always astonished at the sight of his sister naked, her honey gold hair
brushing her shoulders, the way her belly-button changed shape ever so
slightly with the roll of her hips as she walked, the close-clipped gold
down that covered but did not conceal her mons and the start of her shaved
pussyslips.
She reached the clogs and turned to face into the room, slipping her feet
into the shoes, speading her legs wide apart. Jeremyıs eyes bulged as her
pussy gaped open slightly. She spread her arms wide without being told,
and her mother hurried forward to use the silken cords that normally
functioned as curtain tie-backs on both windowed walls to secure her
daughterıs wrists to the hooks put there for the purpose.
³Tell me why, Maj.² her father said in his perfectly even, deep and
comforting voice. It was all he said. Her words came tumbling out at a
much higher pitch, falling over each other, running together, punctuated
by hiccups and sobs, repeating a small story about earrings stolen from
her motherıs jewelry box, about sneaking out to meet a boy forbidden to
her, sneaking back in and breaking a precious vase as she climbed through
the window.
Jeremy wished she would turn around so he could see her red bottom. The
first part of a Level Three happened in Dadıs studio, and nobody else
could watch, drat the luck. He had listened though, listened as Maj had
to tell the story the first time and beg forgiveness, then ask Dad if he
would please spank her bottom. She _hated_ to do that, Jeremy knew. It
hurt her pride as much as Dadıs hand hurt her bottom. And hurt it did.
Jeremy listened hard enough to hear the ³sshhh² as her panties came down
and her whimpering as Dad took her over his knee. But it took no hand
cupped to the door to hear her wails when Dad started to slap her fleshy
bottom hard. She cried like a baby during that part--you can imagine what
she sounded like when he had her stand up and bend over for the
fanny-strap.
Jeremy was sweating as the strap hsssss-whipped across his sisterıs
bottom, and she danced and wiggled and begged her Daddy to stop, please,
she was sorry, soooo sorry! When Dad started to comfort her in his rumbly
voice, Jeremy took off for the kitchen, knowing the last part was about to
begin.
There was a heavy silence in the kitchen. Maj apologized to her mother,
and thanked her father for the punishment she had received so far. Then
she gulped hard and closed her eyes as she thanked Jeremy for taking time
to help with her punishment. For once, he didnıt grin. It was time for
The Rub.
Dad, and mother too, for that matter, had told Maj more than once that in
order for this part of the punishment to have maximum effect, that part
of her body had to be sensitive, soft, engorged. As her father came
toward her, she closed her eyes and let her head drop back. Jeremy
watched in agony until his father turned his head and nodded to him. Livia
joined them, all three began to gently, gently rub and stroke Majıs thighs
and belly. Jeremy, boldened by permission, put his small hand directly on
his sisterıs mons and felt her shudder. It felt alive in his hand,
quivering and pulsing. He stroked and rubbed gently, as he saw his father
doing on Majıs belly. He slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping her
soft, shaved pussylips. Again, they seemed to pulse and grow in his palm,
and he felt a wet slickness on his hand just as his sister began to moan.
He crouched down and looked closely, saw the small, pulsing head of her
clit rise from its covering hood at the very top of her spread slit.
³Thatıs enough!² said his father firmly, startling him into jumping up and
releasing his handful of pussy. ³Enough.²
Majıs breasts were heaving with each breath, her eyes wide and wild. They
stood and let her regain her senses, mother and son stepping back as
father reached for the strap on the table and snapped it once or twice
against his palm. Maj began to whimper.
Dad stood back the proper distance and aimed, holding the base of the
strap firmly in his right hand, the tip in his left. Without another
word, he snapped it lengthwise down her lower belly and her mons,
eliciting a sharp scream. In quick succession, he strapped both thighs,
on the front and on the tender insides, then horizontally across her
belly, then snap-snap-snap low down on her mons and pussylips, these last
making her twist and screech and beg him to stop.
³Push!² he ordered her, ³Push, young lady. Youıll learn to obey me one
way or another! Push!² By this he meant for her to thrust her hips
forward, ³pushing² her loins up and out so that her pussylips were easier
to strap. ³Daddy, no please!² she begged, but she did it anyway,
remembering--no doubt--the time she had closed her legs and refused, and
had been lifted and put on the kitchen table, her arms and legs tied to
the four corner legs of the oak antique, for an entire afternoon. That
was the time a newly-awakened 12 year old Jeremy had, when his parents
left the room for a bit, bent down and kissed his sisterıs impossibly soft
and swollen pussylips, and had experienced his first orgasm.
A strangled screech from Maj snapped him back to the present. Her pussy
was deep pink and swollen, there were pink stripes on her thighs and
belly.
Dad was putting down the strap and going to her, enfolding her in an
embrace, running his big hands over and over her marks. ³Shhhhh, baby,
all over now, all over now,² he kept saying. ³Robe, Jeremy!² He handed
his father Majıs robe, and watched as he draped it around her shoulders to
keep her from catching a chill. She would have to stand there a good
hour, he knew, during which time he would be able to touch her and kiss
her if he wanted to. He could even touch her _there_, or squeeze in
behind her to look at her bottom and touch that too. Once he had poked a
finger into her bottom hole and made her holler--his father had cuffed him
for that, but it had been worth it. Dad gave her a kiss, and Mom too, and
then it was time for lunch.
Jeremy sat at the big table, waiting for his sandwich, watching his
sister, who was sniffling and looking the other way, knowing there would
be another spanking before bedtime, another family affair to endure before
this endless day was over. He fingered his aching cock, wondering if she
would holler this time.
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