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Subject: {ASSM} "Upstairs"  by  deirdre  (FM, D/s,spanking)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 10:10:02 -0400
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Upstairs 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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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