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She jumped when he pushed her pants into her crotch and moved his hand 
up and down to rub the material against her.  Humiliated beyond belief 
that this was her brother taking these liberties she nevertheless found 
her body responding.  Luckily, his inexperience with the opposite sex 
saved her from some embarrassment.  He said, "This is no fun.  You're 
moving around too much.  Lie still."

His voice brought back her shame and his rough handling became an 
annoyance so her body no longer felt the need to encourage him.  After 
another minute when it started to become painful he stopped and sent her 
back to her feet.  He looked at his watch and said, "Wow, look at the 
time.  You've been here fifteen minutes and you're still half dressed.  
You'd be in a lot more trouble if Mom walked in right now.  What do you 
think we should do next?"

Angela had no hope of Mom interrupting.  Her presence before the hour 
was up might inhibit Kevin's special treatment of his sister and lessen 
her daughter's humiliation.  Kevin was also aware of this but he was 
giving her a subtle command.  What he really wanted was for Angela to 
ask him to continue her disrobing.  He rightly assumed that making her 
take the initiative would make the game more fun for him and more 
humiliating for her.  Forced into playing along with the rhetorical 
situation, Angela wanted to cry but that would give him too much 
satisfaction.  Trying to be brave, she said, "I don't want to get into 
more trouble.  I would be grateful if you took off my pants and then my 
panties."

He smiled, "Nice try kid but I want to hear you ask for the pants and 
the panties separately.  Lets start with the slacks and ask nicely."

If he was trying to make her life miserable he was succeeding.  She 
said, "Please take off my pants."

He grinned.  "Why?"

In exasperation she answered, "Because I'll get in trouble if Mom comes 
in and I'm wearing them."

He shook his head.  "Not good enough.  What do I care if Mom comes in 
and you get double spankings?  Now, if you wanted me to see you in your 
panties I know your were only concerned with my happiness."

After a second to evaluate and discard all the things she wanted to say, 
she humbled herself.  "Please take my slacks off.  I want to show you 
how I look wearing nothing but my panties."

Based on his actions when he had access to her bra she added, "I want 
you to feel how smooth they feel under your hand.  It will be like when 
you felt me through my bra, only better."

She was disgusted with herself for saying that but regardless of what 
her mother called it, this was more than an exercise in her humiliation.  
She was his slave with no option except to do whatever it took to keep 
Kevin happy.

He said, "I can't wait.  I can vouch for that fact that your rear end 
feels nice and firm when you're over my lap.  Come closer so I can feel 
it while you're standing."

She stepped to his side and endured his hand sliding up her leg and 
cupping her bottom before moving to the other cheek for another good 
squeeze.  He turned her to face him and still holding onto her rear end, 
pulled her closer until her knees were against the chair.   While his 
hands were busy his eyes were staring straight ahead at her breasts.  He 
pulled harder and she was forced to lean forward.  She still had her 
hands behind her back and since he had not given her permission to move 
them she started to fall.  The only thing that kept her from losing her 
balance was his mouth as his lips and teeth closed down on one nipple.  
He got that one erect and quickly moved to the other one.  She was 
quietly whispering for him to not do that but his hands kneading her at 
one end and the actions of his tongue and teeth on top made her bodily 
response at odds with her verbal one.  She was a mass of frustration and 
shame when he pushed her upright and had her sit down again as she had 
done before.

She raised her legs and held them high and wide apart as he stared at 
her crotch.  He had been fascinated with this part of her anatomy on her 
first visit and she shuddered as she knew this time he wasn't going to 
stop at just looking.  He told her to let go of her legs and after he 
unsnapped her slacks she raised herself so he could slide them out from 
under her.  Then her feet went back into the air as he peeled them off 
one leg and then the other.  Again his eyes were trying to bore holes 
through her last remaining garment and she knew his fingers were itching 
to go there also.  Deciding that she better get it over with she said, 
"Please, please take my panties off.  I want to be totally nude for you.  
Once they are gone you can touch me anywhere and nothing will be in your 
way."

He clapped his hands.  "Very good.  You laid it on a little thick but 
I'm impressed.  If you don't mind I'll wait a bit before satisfying your 
need to expose yourself to me.  I know you really want my fingers there 
and that's why you want me to get your panties out of the way but my 
magazines say I should stroke the insides of your thighs first.  Oh yes, 
they are very smooth.  You want me to do this too, don't you? "

During one make-out session on a date last summer a boy put his hand 
there and it was very exciting even though he never went farther than an 
inch or two under her skirt.  Kevin's fingers were not that far up her 
leg yet but she knew they would go all the way.  If she played her cards 
right maybe she could delay the inevitable for a little while.  She 
said, "Yes.  I want you to stroke my legs.  Do it nice and slow.  Move 
your fingers a tiny bit higher every few minutes and then go back about 
halfway.  That way you make a girl beg for you to keep going.  Do it too 
fast and she loses respect for you along with her desire."

He appreciated her advice and it went right along with what the magazine 
suggested.  Of course, none of the articles mentioned having the female 
sitting in a chair and helplessly holding her legs up and open for him.  
Her first moans of pleasure were a sham to keep him interested and to 
keep him away from her panties.  Unfortunately for the poor girl, he was 
an apt pupil of the literature and his gentle caress was actually 
starting to feel good.  In fact, when he reversed direction it was all 
she could do not to beg him to move higher.  (Although, given her 
present posture the dangerous direction was really to go lower but that 
detail was lost on them.)  He varied his path to include the backs of 
her thighs also and as he continued his gentle attack she forgot why she 
started moaning and was rapidly getting lost in the waves of frustration 
and passion.  She was trying to slide closer to the edge of the chair 
and raising herself as she pulled her legs even wider apart.

When he finally reached the edge of her panties she was beyond control.  
She panted, "Yes, touch me there.  No, not over them, go under them and 
put your fingers right on me."

He knew he had conquered her and while he wanted to affect intimate 
finger to bare genital contact he was enjoying the responses of his 
efforts to drive her crazy and now is when he wanted to hear her beg for 
the panties to come off.  He had expected to force her with threat of 
extra spankings to get her to say those words but he instinctively knew 
she was at the point where her pleas would be genuine.  He continued to 
rub her through the moist material as she continued to ask him to bypass 
it.  As last she knew the only way to get him to do what she wanted was 
to remove the last barrier.  As he had just mentally predicted, she 
begged, "Please!  Please take my panties off.  I want to be totally nude 
for you.  Once they are gone you can touch me anywhere and nothing will 
be in your way."

He smiled as her remembered that those were her exact words spoken 
earlier but there was a distinct difference.  Her voice was full of 
humiliated sarcasm then but there was no doubt that this time, she 
really meant every word.  He had her in his power and they both knew it.  
His intuition told him she would want him to finish stripping her even 
after a short break so he told her to stand up.  "You said you wanted to 
show me how good you looked in nothing but your panties and I'm sure you 
meant more than a quick glance.  Turn around a few times."

She was frustrated that he was making her wait for the touch she craved 
but her obedience was stronger than her desire.  She put her hands 
behind her and did another few slow twirls.  She hated every minute that 
he made her turn and pose for his pleasure last time but now she was 
proud to show her body to him.  The panties stretched across her flat 
stomach and hugged her bottom like a glove.  She felt a sense of 
satisfaction that he was not distracted by her thrust out breasts and 
focused on what she hoped he would reveal soon.  He called her to come 
closer to him.  "What else did you say about wearing only your panties?"

She was almost panting.  "I said I wanted you to feel me through my 
panties and it would be like when you felt my breasts through my bra, 
only better."

"And how is it going to be better?"

She had figured out why he had her over his lap twice already and it 
gave her the answer to his question.  "Because that's where you're going 
to spank me when Mom comes."

Somehow, the mention of that upcoming event didn't scare as much as she 
thought it would.  He raised his hand and she turned around to put her 
rear end into it.  He smiled and gave her bottom a hard squeeze.  "The 
material is so smooth and your bottom really is nice and firm and soft 
and it's going to be great to spank it.  Turn around slowly."

He kept his hand on her as she moved and he had her stop when his palm 
was on her front.  He moved it down to where it was on her slight hump 
and his fingers were snaking between her legs.  She moved her feet apart 
to allow him free access.  He rubbed his whole hand over her and then 
slipped a finger under the cloth.  Relying on his previous visual 
exploration of her genitals and knowledge gained from his magazine he 
slid it between her very wet lips and pressed her little button.  She 
gasped and sighed at how good it felt to be touched on the special spot.  
He planned on spending more time there later but for now he was 
satisfied that she acknowledged his rights to her body and was pushing 
herself into his hand. 

When he pulled his hand back there was a fleeting recognition of who she 
was giving herself to and her face turned red.  He smiled at her shame 
which increased as he said, "You really want me to take these off, don't 
you?"

Her brain was screaming "No!" but her body was in control of her 
movements and she nodded vigorously.  He had an idea of how he could get 
an appetizer for his main desire and asked, "What'll you do to get me to 
do that?"

She whimpered, "I'll beg just as you said I would.  Please!  Please take 
my panties off.  I want to be totally nude for you.  Once they are gone 
you can touch me anywhere and nothing will be in your way."

There was no doubt that she still put her heart (if not her mind) into 
her request and he put his idea into words.  "I'd like to spank you a 
little with them on first.  Would you agree to that?"

She barely had the presence of mind to respond.  She had already offered 
him free access to her body but hadn't considered a request like that.  
She was not happy about getting an extra spanking but she wanted him to 
touch her again so bad.  She thought of a way she could say what he 
wanted to hear and save herself from actually giving him the opportunity 
he asked for.  Feigning concern for him she said, "Yes,  you can spank 
me if that's what it takes to get you to take my panties off but you 
better not.  Mom would see the marks and you'd be in trouble."

He said, "Thanks Sis, you're right.  You've already given me your 
permission but I'd better get hers too."

He left her in suspense as he opened his door and called out, "Mom, it's 
taken me this long just to get her to down to her panties.  She's been 
pretty obedient but I think it would help if I gave her a little 
reminder of what's waiting for her when the hour is up.  Angela has 
already said she has no objection."

The answer floated up, "If you mean you want to spank her now I guess 
that would be O.K. but don't do it too hard.  She's going to get a full 
dose in thirty minutes and it she's still very sore neither of our 
spankings later will be as effective.  Also, you don't want to tire 
yourself out.  That will be the first time you give her a long and hard 
spanking and I want to see you do it right.  Angela, can you hear me and 
do you understand that I'm authorizing him to spank you?  Is what he 
says true?  Have you agreed to let him spank you now even though that 
will not diminish your other spankings in the least?"

The girl was aghast.  He did an end run around her great scheme and now 
she was trapped.  Her ardor was fading slightly and she wasn't as eager 
to be totally nude as much as she was only a few seconds ago.  But she 
had given her word and now she had to follow through on her promise.  
She joined Kevin at the door and answered, "Yes Mother.  I understand 
and I did agree.  I said he could spank me now and then take my panties 
off."

The voice from below said, "Oh No.  Panties off before your spanking.  
You know the rules."

Kevin came to her aid(?).  "Mom, since the panties are the point of this 
spanking how about if I start with them on her and them take them down 
to finish?  I'm not going to hurt her much and she will learn a lot 
about humility if we do it the way I suggested."

Mom approved his plan and smiled to herself as she heard the door close.  
Angela would never have agreed to let Kevin spank her unless he had 
gotten her very hot and bothered.  She remembered the many times she had 
to beg her brothers to give her extra spankings in order to get them to 
do the things she hated and wanted more than anything at the time.  It 
was obvious to her that Kevin had figured out that he truly had a free 
hand (or hands) when it came to Angela's pre-spanking visit and was 
making the most of it.  Not only for him but for Angela also.  Less than 
a minute later she heard the muffled swats as Kevin got his first 
experience in spanking his sister.  It was probably for the best that he 
get over any shyness about punishing her properly in private.  It 
wouldn't do to have him even the slightest bit unsure of himself when 
the she was there to see him give Angela her real spanking. 

Let me describe the events leading up to those first swats and continue 
from there.  While Mom was musing, Kevin sat in the chair and Angela 
stood next to him.  She was still mad about the way he manipulated her 
so she could get an extra spanking for no reason, even if it was 
supposed to be just a little one.  She even regretted the way he had 
gotten her to beg him to take her panties off.  She didn't want him to 
do that now and maybe a reminder of his dominance was just what she 
needed.  If she wasn't nude soon it was going to be a lot worse for her.  
He wasn't making it any easier for her when he snapped the waistband of 
her panties against her stomach and said, "Tell me again what needs to 
happen before I take this off."

She sighed, "You need to spank me."

He coldly said, "I don't need anything.  Try that again and tell me who 
needs what."

In shame she said, "I need you to spank me.  First spank me with my 
panties on and then I need you to spank me again when you take them 
off."

"And then?"

Her brain had momentarily blocked out what all the fuss about her 
panties started with.  She could barely answer, "And then you can touch 
me wherever and however you want."

He smiled at her chagrin and said, "Then lets get started."




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