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Subject: (corn53) Spanked By Big Brother (pre-teen, spanking) pt 1 of 2
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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who gets spanked by her brother. Parts of this story are TRUE and
should not be read by those persons offended by erotic content.
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SPANKED BY BIG BROTHER (pre-teen) pt 1 of 2
My brother came home from college for the summer. I was glad to have him
around the house again, most of the time. He was kind of a slob and I had to
clean up after him sometimes, because I was the girl. Mom was always after me
to help clean up the house, but she didn’t bother him. One thing I did like
though, was swimming in the backyard pool more because there was somebody else
home to keep an eye on me in the pool. We weren't allowed to swim alone.
I’m 11 and don’t have real beasts yet, but I always had to wear the top of
my suit when we went to the public pool. Mom said she was going to get me a
training bra before I start the sixth grade in the fall. Most of my friends
already had them. Anyway, Tom didn’t care if I left the top off at home. If
Mom was gone it even seemed like he encouraged me to swim without it. I still
don’t have any hair on my legs or “bikini area,” as Mom called it. My sandy
blonde hair is just barely long enough to put in pig tials.
Anyway, last week I was just wearing baggy shorts to swim in and Tom was
the only person at home. When I climbed out of the pool it seemed like he was
staring at me from his chair where he was pretending to read his book. I got
out and started doing some aerobic exercises near him. He liked the music and
was pretending not to stare at me through his dark sunglasses. My titties were
just big enough to jiggle when I danced and Tom started holding his book on his
lap and moving it around on himself. My titties were each centered in a white
triangle, since I had some tan from the public pool. They were about golf ball
size and almost as white - except for my tiny, pink nipples. I decided to
tease him.
“Would you put some lotion on my back for me please, Tom?” I asked.
“Sure, Sis, Id’ be glad to. I like the way your pig tails bounce around
when you do your exercises. By the way, you're getting so grown up. Lie down
on your towel and I’ll put lotion all over you.” he said. I laid on my tummy
and he put lotion all over my back and legs. He seemed to tug the leg of my
shorts over to the side, like he wanted to see my bottom. I parted my legs a
little so he could see inside my shorts better. It felt so good the way he
kept rubbing me. He didn’t used to be that nice to me. We were never close
friends since he’s 8 years older than me.
He even reached a few inches under my baggy shorts to put lotion on the
bottom of my fanny. I rolled over to see what he would do. "I'm getting so
sleepy from swimming. Thanks again for watching me, Tom."
He did my legs first, moving them around so he could see up my shorts -
from just a foot away. Then he did my tummy and shoulders, avoiding my breasts
as if he wasn’t sure if I would get mad. He did around the edge on my left
breast and got closer to the nipple each time he got another handful of lotion.
Since I didn’t object he finally began massaging it right onto my breasts. He
kept putting on more and more and more!
“You look a little pale right here.” he said in a choked voice. I didn’t
answer, pretending to have fallen asleep since he had been rubbing me so long.
“Are you awake, Sis?” he asked quietly. “Can you hear me?” When I
didn't respond he began putting more lotion on my legs, lifting my shorts up
and aside so that he could see my hairless crack better. He lifted one knee
and laid it against him over his knee. He tugged my shorts down just a little
bit, massaging lotion all the while, in case I ‘woke up.’ My pale, hairless
crack was completely exposed to him through the leg of my baggy shorts.
“Sis, are you asleep?” as he moved my knee up and back against him. This
time when I didn’t answer, he straightened both my legs, put my feet together,
and tugged my shorts a little lower down to my thighs. Through the slits of my
eyelashes I noticed him rubbing himself and getting up on his hands and knees.
Then he tentatively kissed my tummy. I remained still and he kissed me right
on the crack! When I still didn’t stir, he kissed me harder and began sliding
his tongue up and down my already wet slit. He spread my legs farther apart
and licked me some more. He moved up towards my chest and began nibbling on my
tiny breasts. It felt so good, but I couldn’t move or he would know I was just
pretending.
I heard him moan when he was kissing my slit the next time and between my
eyelashes I saw him squeezing his pants. Then he pulled up my shorts and ran
in the house. I laid there for awhile to maintain the charade, thinking “What
should I try next?”
He came back outside a little later and jumped in the pool. When he
climbed out he dripped some water on me and I rolled over and yawned and 'woke
up.'
"Huh?" I yawned and stretched as I sat up. "I must have fallen asleep.
Are you done putting lotion on me? I remember you massaging my legs and then
must have dozes off." He began treating me nicer after that.
The next day he was at work all day, but he volunteered to baby-sit me
that night. That was a first! He told Mom he had lots of reading to do.
As soon as Mom left he asked if I had finished my chores. He jokingly
said he might have to spank me if the kitchen wasn’t cleaned up by 8:00. So I
asked him, “ What are you going to do, give me a spanking and then give me my
bath and tuck me in?”
He laughed and said, “That sounds exactly like what you need, young lady.”
Now you’ve got 10 minutes to clean up that kitchen and get ready for your bath
before I have to punish you.” I could see a bulge forming in his pants as he
sat in the kitchen in his soccer shorts and t-shirt.
“I don’t have to clean up the kitchen and I don’t have to take a bath and
you can’t make me!” I taunted. Then I ran up to my room with an idea forming
in my mind.
I came back down a few minutes later wearing only brief silky panties and
strutted into the kitchen. I put my hands on my hips as I stood in front of
him and announced, "Mom says I don't have to wear a nightie in the summer, and
I don't want to clean up the kitchen because it's your turn, and I'm not going
to take a bath!" It was hard to keep a straight face.
He had practically jumped up when I walked in with just my panties on.
“I’m ready for bed and I don't have to take a bath.” I dared him again,
standing there with my hands on my hips. “I'm not cleaning up the kitchen
either!”
“Come here you bad girl.” he said smiling broadly. Then he reached out
and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the living room. I went more or less
willingly, but we wrestled around while I pretended to struggle. He kept
‘accidently’ touching my panties and bare breasts as he tried to get me to lay
across his lap. Finally he had me in position across his lap and gave me
several playful spanks on my bottom, resting his hand there between spanks.
“That doesn’t hurt a bit!” I taunted. “I’m wearing my ‘spank-proof’
panties!” I giggled and rolled over quickly onto my back, so my body was bent
with my hips topmost on his lap and my feet and head resting on the couch. I
stopped struggling and closed my eyes in feigned exhaustion, but still
chuckling. I knew he could see me through the sheer, brief, white panties. He
put one hand across my knees and one across my chest as if to keep me from
struggling. “What are you going to do now, you big bully, spank my front?”
He took his hand off my knees and ever so lightly spanked my front. He
spanked me there a few times, harder each time, then rested his hand right
there on my panties. His other hand was still on my chest, when I reminded
him, “See? These are my ‘spank-proof’ panties. That didn’t hurt a bit,either.”
Slap! He caught me by surprise, as he slapped the front of my panties again.
I twitched each time he did it but kept giggling. He lifted his hand about 3
or 4 inches above my panties and slapped his fingers down onto the mound in my
tight panties. His left hand was still moving around on my breasts, pretending
he was just 'holding me down.'
“Maybe I’d better just take your ‘spank-proof’ panties off, Sis, and give
your a real spanking.” He was pressing firmly on the front of my panties.
“I dare you. You couldn't get them off me if you tried!” I said. So we
started wrestling around again while he tried to pull my panties off. He
weighs about a hundered pounds more than me and I’m only 11 so I knew he would
get them off pretty soon. We were both laughing as we wrestled. Pretty soon
we were both on the floor and my panties were half way down. We stopped to
rest a moment while I was on my back and his head was on my tummy. One hand
was on my chest hold me down and his other hand was on my panties. He scooted
down a few inches and his chin was on my mound as he truned to look at my
stretched panties.
“You can’t get them off if I hold my legs apart.” I taunted and spread my
legs as far apart as possible with my panties stretched between my knees. Now
his face was right there - you know where.
“I should spank your front until you let me take off your panties.” he
said and began tapping me on my front, his face just inches away. Since my
legs were now apart the slit was open a little and his light slaps were
touching my real sensitive inside red area. It stung a tiny bit, but felt good
too. Then he put his hand back down on my panties and pulled them off.
"Rrrrip." We both heard the panties rip as he pulled them completely off me.
He held them up for me to see. They were torn to shreads. We both
started laughing uncontrollably. We were being so silly. Then he stood up and
picked me up with him. He carried me to the couch and sat down with me on his
lap. Tracing little circles on my breasts with his finger, he asked me if I
wanted the first spanking on my fanny or my front.
“First on my fanny,” I answered and without thinking I added, “then do my
front.”
Without further discussion he rolled me onto my tummy across his lap and
spanked my bare bottom about 20 times. He paused between each smack and rubbed
my bottom, even accidently slipping a fingertip between my legs. The spanks
stung but felt good. For some reason when he put his fingers between my legs
it felt wet!
As he started to roll me over so he could spank my bald front, I tried to
stand up again to get away. I stood on the couch with one foot on either side
of him but he was still holding my wrists. My fanny bumped his face as I got
ready to spring from the couch. He pulled my arms down and I kneeled down with
a plop - with my knees outside of his and my feet still by his hips. I gave up
as he pulled me up against him. I could feel his stiffness again through his
soccer shorts on my bare bottom. It felt like his thing was between my cheeks.
I wiggled around and giggled as he started tickling me. With my knees so wide
apart I felt vulnerable.
Tom pushed my shoulders forward so that I almost did a headstand off the
front of the couch. My weight was supported on my elbows and head. My knees
were still on the couch outside his knees and my feet were on either side of
his hips. My body was now between his legs - upside-down. This left my bare
bottom high and wide open. "I could spank your back or front in this
position." he said and began patting my bottom. His hands rested on my fanny
with his thumbs on the sides of my open slit. "I just want to look at you a
moment, Sis. You look wet. Did you pee a little bit when I was tickling you?"
"No, Silly, it just gets wet sometimes. I don't know why." and added"
don't put your finger in it. Mom said that could hurt me."
"Don't worry, I won't. I'm just going to give you your much deserved
spankings! But just so you'll know I'm not mad I'll kiss you there first." and
he leaned forward and started kissing my slit. Oh, that felt so great. He
stopped kissing me (more like licking) and squeezed it shut with his thumbs in
front again and hands on my cheeks. He opened and closed my slit and fanny and
chuckled at the smacking noise it made. He made it 'smack' a few more times.
We both chuckled at the noise. "You are smacking your lips for another kiss,
aren't you ,Sis?"
"Yes." I said softly
He stopped squeezing it closed and pulled it wide open - and kissed me
again. I was starting to get a 'mushy' feeling in my tummy.
He sat back and said "I won't put my finger in this hole," while sliding
his right forefinger up and back in my slit stopping over my 'girl hole,' but
maybe I'll put it in this hole." as his finger stopped on top of my fanny. He
got his finger wet on my front several times and began building up a little
puddle of my slippery juice on my back hole. I wasn't sure what he was plannig
to do, but I was tingling inside in anticipation.
"Maybe this is a way to embarrass a bad girl like you." he whispered as he
slid his finger about an inch into my bottom. On the third time it slid almost
all the way in and he kissed me in front at the same time. I was silent now
and holding still. Once again - he slid it all the way in - slowly. I was
getting embarassed, but it felt strangly good.
Then he pulled me back up on his lap, turned me over on my back, without
comment, and shifted his body almost sideways on the couch. He lifted one of
my legs up over his head and down behind his back. He was sitting between my
legs with my hips on his knees and my head at the end of the couch. Even
though my legs were apart I bent my free knee outward so that I was even more
‘wide-open.’ He gave me a few taps on the top inside of my slit, and said,
“You don’t have your ‘spank-proof’ panties on now, Sis. Tell me if this is too
hard.” as he tapped a little harder. His fingers were getting wet again as he
tapped me there. He became silent and continued “spank” me a few minutes,
rubbing me gently between ‘spanks’.
We were both getting worried about what might happen next, so I said,
“You’d better give me that bath your promised.”
While he hesitated, I jumped off his lap and ran upstairs. I went in the
bathroom and locked the door. Then I started the water and put in some
bubblebath. I heard him come up the steps a few minutes later. He stopped
outside the door and tried to open it.
“You’d better let me in. I mean it. Or, you’ll get another spanking.”
Tom said, laughing.
“I’m going to tell Mom your ripped my panties!” I said through the door.
“I’ll tell her you ripped them off of me and then spanked me and then touched
me where you shouldn’t have!”
“Don’t do that. Please, Sis. I was only playing.” Tom pleaded through
the door, no longer laughing.
“I’m going to, Tom, You know better! Besides, you’re 19 and I’m only 11.
You ripped my panties off and I’m telling.” ....... I had him in my control
now.
“Please, Sis, I was only playing. Really.”
“OK, on one condition.” I said, sounding really serious. “You have to let
me spank you and then take a bath with me!.”
“No, I can’t do that.” said Tom, “Like you said I’m 19 years old.”
“Then I’m going to tell Mom.” I knew I had him.
“OK.” he said .... and I opened the door...
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Author's note: please send any comments/suggestions/personal experiences to me
at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are composites
of memories which readers have shared with me. Thank you for your help with
this "literary research." - Corn53) My stories can be found at
www.mrdouble.com or at www.spiralzone.com - both are free sites.
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