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(Warning: This story is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.)
REAFFIRMATION II
by
Foreigner
Maisie looked shocked. “Sister?”
Karla and I smiled at her and we both said in unison, “Sister.”
Maisie looked faint; I could tell everything was moving too fast for her.
It’s the same feeling I get when I think I’ve got a situation figured out, only
to discover that someone’s thrown me a curve. I hugged her and said. “When
you didn’t show at the restaurant, I brought Karla here to meet you. That’s
why she was there in the first place.”
Maisie looked like she wanted to cry. “But, Gregory, that means I punished
you for nothing.”
Karla looked at my butt and whistled. “And you did a damn, fine job of it
too, girl. He won’t be sitting on that thing any time soon.” Indeed, now that
the “throes of passion” were over, pain radiated from by buttocks with renewed
waves of agony.
“But I did a bad thing,” said Maisie. “A very bad thing.”
I hugged her closer. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “It was a big
misunderstanding, and it’s as much my fault as yours. I could have blurted it
out. ‘Karla is my sister.’ But I didn’t. And ironically, it was really a
good thing. We’re now closer than ever. Don’t you feel that something
special happened? I know I do.”
“Yes, something special happened,” said Maisie. “But for the wrong reasons.
You proved your love, but you didn’t need to. The punishment was unjust.
Maybe you don’t resent it at this moment, but I’m afraid you will eventually.
I’ve driven a wedge between us.”
I tried to kiss her, but Maisie pulled away. “No, I must be punished. You
must cane me, Gregory.”
Savage my beloved’s petite, brown bottom? “No, Maisie, I can’t hurt you. I
love you.”
Karla’s voice intervened. “You’re missing the point, Bro.”
Maisie nodded in agreement. “Gregory, if you love me, you will administer my
proper punishment. It is for my own good. She placed the cane in my hand.
“And please, Karla, you must watch. I dishonored you with my thoughts.”
“You most certainly did,” said my sister. “I wouldn’t miss it for the
world.”
In amazement I stared at them. “Now, wait a minute, girls. I’m not so sure
this is a good idea. Surely, one battered ass is enough of a sacrifice to the
Pain God for one day.”
Karla took me aside, and spoke softly so that only I could hear. “Don’t be so
selfish, Bro. Maisie feels terrible, and she needs this punishment before she
will feel whole again. After what she did to you, she needs a catharsis.”
“But I forgive her.”
Karla shook her head. “That’s not enough for Maisie. She feels that she’s
damaged your relationship. She wants you to restore balance. If she doesn’t
receive absolution in all its forms, her guilt will force her away. If you
want to keep Maisie, then you must punish her for both of you.”
“Yes,” agreed Maise, right behind us. We both jumped because we hadn’t heard
her approach. “You must cleanse my soul, Gregory. If you love me, you will
help me release this guilt. You must cane me just as severely as I caned you.”
Without another word, she took off her blouse and went to the coat rack. Her
breasts weren’t “melons,” more like “avocados” and I loved them. Soft, brown
petite, the perfect mouthfuls. Her aureoles and nipples were delightful,
chocolate brown. I couldn’t help but notice that all the tension had left her
twin buds. Perhaps whipping me had aroused Maisie’s lust, but she didn’t find
the receiving end to be such a turn-on. This would definitely be pure
punishment for her, nothing sexual about it.
Nor was there anything sexual in this for me. Any other time the sight of
Maisie’s nude breasts would have give me a raging hard-on, but knowledge of
what was about to befall my beloved, what I must inflict, refused to arouse my
penis. In fact I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious about being nude
in front of both these women, even though they had both seen it all before.
However, in another moment Karla would be the only person with clothes.
Maisie stepped out of her skirt to expose her dark bush which overshadowed the
tight slit that plunged between her thighs. Again, any other time I would be
transformed into a rampant stallion, but this time there was no sexual
reaction.
“Maisie, you have a beautiful body,” said Karla.
Maisie gave her a weak smile. “”Thank you, Karla. I apologize for meeting
you under such awkward circumstances.”
Karla returned her smile. “No problem. We’re all getting to know each other
very well, very fast.”
Again, Maisie smiled, then walked to the pool table, and draped herself over
the edge. As I had suspected, the table hit Maisie at the level of her belly.
Jutting out, the twin brown cheeks of her bottom were tightly clenched at
first, then Maisie separated her feet, drawing them farther apart. Her thin,
tight crack gradually widened to a dark crevice of mystery, then a hairless
valley with her cute anus fully illuminated. Simultaneously, her lower lips
gradually parted, revealing pink folds that my tongue knew so well. This was
the first time I had seen her slit without moisture. This was going to be
very difficult for her. At least I had become aroused when I was her
position, so maybe that’s why I could be forgiving. On the other hand, she was
going to take it “cold turkey.”
I could not resist cupping one of her brown cheeks. It was warm and soft and
trembled with fear; and for just a moment I felt a quickening in my loins.
But I released my beloved’s private flesh, and my stirring quickly faded. “It
is time, Gregory,” came Maisie’s muffled voice. “Punish me.”
Taking a deep breath, I rested the cane across both of Maisie’s cheeks, and
she held perfectly still. She flinched as I gave her light tap. I glanced at
Karla, who watched the procedure very intently. She seemed very interested in
the dark furrows between Maisie’s bottom and thighs. Did Karla check me out
like that when she had me bent over for the cane? For the first time I began
to suspect that perhaps disciplining me had been more than a duty for Karla.
Or did she only lick her lips like that for a female bottom?
Karla caught me staring at her, then blushed. So even she realized that her
interest in Maisie was getting a little too personal. For the first time in my
life, I asked myself the question: was my sister gay? After all, she was
almost thirty and had never been married. And I couldn’t think of the last
time she had been on a date. How could I have been so blind all these years?
And why had she kept it secret from me? Maybe I’d always been too
self-absorbed to ask the right questions. How could I have been so selfish not
to know something so important about my only flesh and blood?
As if she guessed my line of thoughts, Karla nodded at Maisie’s splayed
bottom. “It’s cruel to make her wait so long. I’m sure she wants you to get
it over with.”
I raised the cane and brought it down on Maisie’s bottom. She didn’t moan or
even wince. Also, I noticed the hiss was conspicuously absent from my stroke.
“Harder, Gregory.” Maisie seemed annoyed with me. “You must hit harder. You
cannot cleanse my soul like that.”
So I tried again. I raised the cane higher and brought it down more firmly,
but not hard enough to displace air. However, this time the cane briefly
creases her bottom before it bounced away, and she flinched. A thin, maroon
line highlighted her dark flesh.
“Harder,” said Maisie.
“Don’t be such a wimp,” said Karla. I gave her a sharp look, but she was too
busy examining Maisie’s butt to notice.
“I’m not comfortable with this,” I said. “Guys aren’t supposed to hit
girls.”
“Please, Gregory, I need this.”
So I lined up again, and swung with my hardest cut yet; there was a sharp
hiss, a meaty crack, and Maisie yelped. A spasm traveled the length of her
body, and a darker welt appeared slightly below the earlier stripe.
“Good placement,” said Karla over Maisie’s moans.
I threw down the cane tried to rub away the pain from my sweetheart’s wounded
bottom. “I’m done,” I said. “I can’t handle anymore.”
“Not enough,” gasped Maisie. “I deserve much worse.”
Instead of replying, I continue to massage her flesh. “Oh for God’s sake,”
said Karla, as she retrieved the cane. “I used to be pretty good with one of
these things, didn’t I Bro?” I could only nod, as I remembered some very
thorough thrashings. “Maisie, since my brother is such a wuss, may I do the
honors?”
Maise was silent for a few moments, but instead of thinking over Karla’s
proposal, she could just as easily have been distracted by my ministrations,
for I noticed her pink slit was moistening as I continued to rub her wounds.
Apparently, Karla noticed it too, because she caned my hands away with a sharp
rap across my knuckles. “This isn’t the time,” said Karla. “How about it,
Maisie?”
Finally, Maisie said, “It would be more complete, more balanced, if Gregory
punished me, but I offended you too. So yes, Karla, please continue my
punishment.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” said my sister. She snapped down the cane
with a terrifying whoosh and an awful crack. Maisie bucked, but held her
position. Karla quickly followed with another stinger, then many more in rapid
succession, each louder and more ferocious than the last.
“Damn it, Karla, must you hit her so hard?”
“Of course, Bro.” As she spoke, Karla didn’t interrupt her strokes, which
continued to swish and crack with the regularity of a metronome on my poor
darling’s bottom. “No pain, no gain,” said Karla with a grim smile. Then she
intensified the punishment with harder and faster strokes.
Throughout the onslaught, Maisie hopped from one foot to another, sometimes
kicked, sometimes spasmed. With all her screams, with all her pain, not once
did Maisie try to jump up from the table to escape her punishment. Still
Karla sliced, just as relentlessly as she had done with me in the past; she
did not let Maisie’s gender lessen her strokes. Hiss, pop; hiss, pop, in a
nasty rhythm as efficient and relentless as chopping wood.
As Maisie’s brown cheeks brightened to a deep maroon, she restricted herself
to yelps, but as the pain mounted she started yelling, and finally let out a
scream that rattled the window pane. Karla stepped back and motioned to me.
Wasting no time, I gripped my love’s wounded bottom and tried to massage away
the pain. Gone was the softness, replaced by a hard, pebbly surface wherever
the cane had struck. Maisie groaned at my touch and I couldn’t help but notice
that her gaping slit had dried. Her flesh was hot to the touch, and her mounds
tried to jiggle away from my fingers.
I squirted ointment on her butt and worked it into her flesh as gently as
possible, but poor Maisie flinched with every caress. I was very thorough,
massaging every welt, even oiling her crack and anus. I let my fingers linger
on her tight hole, and with the ointment acting as lubrication, I penetrated
her dark recesses. Maisie gasped and looked over her shoulder at me. I could
see the pain her eyes as well as her bottom, but pleasure was there too, as I
gently pumped my finger in an out of her rectum. I had never done this to her,
but there was nothing that suggested she wanted me to stop, quite the contrary.
I slipped another finger into her vagina, and I started pumping both orifices
at the same time. Maisie started moaning again, but this time I could tell it
was pleasure, rather than pain, and my penis started rising to the occasion.
Suddenly, a hiss presaged a meaty thwack that awakened the fire on my ravaged
ass. I jumped back, clenching my cheeks. In the passion of the moment I had
forgotten about Karla.
“You guys are getting carried away,” said Karla. “You can fuck Maisie later,
Bro, if she still feels like it, but for now her ass is mine.” Then Karla
slammed the cane across Maisie’s bottom with all her strength. My sister’s jaw
was locked, and arm muscles knotted, as she rained blow after blow on my poor
beloved’s ravaged flesh.
Maisie squealed and tried to pull away, but there was no place to go as Karla
hammered her into the pool table. Maisie started sobbing and tears ran down
her face; finally, Karla stopped the punishment.
Lifting Maisie from the table, I hugged her to my chest while she cried
herself dry. Meanwhile, Karla set the cane on the table and watched us
cuddle. When Maisie finally had herself under control, she took Karla’s hand:
the same hand that had so effectively wielded the cane. “Thank you for
punishing me so well, Karla. My body hurts, but my soul feels much better.”
Then Maisie kissed the back of my sister’s hand.
“Glad I could help,” said Karla, “especially since my bother was such a
wuss.” Then they both gave me dirty looks. “I thought I raised you to be more
considerate than that,” said Karla. “What if I hadn’t been here? Maisie
counted on you, but you let her down. If your butt wasn’t already toasted,
Greg, I’d give you fifty strokes of the cane right now.” My belly tightened at
her words, and I noticed that Maisie nodded in agreement. “But I’ll give you a
chance to heal,” said Karla. She retrieved her purse, a bag big enough to
feed a horse, and pulled out her pink appointment book. “Report to my
apartment next Saturday at precisely 2:00PM. As you know, if you’re late or
early, you will receive 5 extra strokes for each minute you’re off the mark.”
Blushing, I felt Maisie’s intense look. “I know you love me, Gregory. And
you’re a gentle person. That’s why you couldn’t punish me properly.” Then she
took a deep breath, and let it go. “But if we’re to stay together, then you
must be strong. You must love me enough to put aside your tenderness, to be
harsh and relentless when I deserve it, when I need it.”
“That’s the same principle I raised you on, Bro,” said Karla. “Maisie, would
you like to be present for his next punishment?”
“Yes, very much so,” said my beloved.
I just stood there, staring at the two of them. “Don’t I have a say in all
this?” I asked.
“If you love Maisie,” said Karla, “then you will accept correction.” I
knew Maisie agreed, since she had so eagerly accepted the invitation to witness
the event.
So I was to be punished again. My ass still felt on fire, and perhaps I had
not earned today’s punishment, but Saturday was another story. In some strange
way, I had disappointed Maisie, and I should be punished for that. “Okay,” I
finally whispered. “I’ll be there.”
Maise kissed me, and I enjoyed the sweetness of her mouth, as our nude bodies
melded together. Her hardened nipples tickled my chest, and I rubbed my
erection against her furry belly.
“Well, kids, I guess I’d better get out of your way.” Karla’s voice was
haggard as if she had suddenly become short of breath. Perhaps we were
embarassing her; or turning her on. “I’ll borrow your car, Greg. I trust you
can find a ride.”
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said, “Sure, Karla.”
As Maisie gripped my penis and pulled me closer, I was dimly aware that Karla
had left the room; then her footsteps rushed down the hardwood floor of the
hall. As Maisie dropped to her knees before me, the front door opened and
slammed back into place. Maisie’s tongue tickled the mushroom head of my
penis, and I heard Karla drive away in my car. Maisie sucked me into her
mouth, and pulled me to the back of her throat. My penis was very familiar and
comfortable in there, but I slowly withdrew, and Maisie’s tongue and lips
seemed reluctant to let go. Then I slid deeply into her mouth again, and
Maisie’s fingers gently squeezed and massaged my testicles.
Maisie sucked me as unmercifully and she had caned me. I grabbed two
handfuls of her silky, black hair and pulled her mouth toward my pelvis. Her
nose nestled in my pubic hair, and her tongue stroked the underside of my
shaft.
As she sucked, one of her hands slid between my thighs; her fingers ran along
my crack, which was still painful to her touch, but I didn’t protest. Her
finger slid between my cheeks and found my anus, tickling, prodding. Suddenly,
both her finger and mouth withdrew from their respective tasks, and I groaned
in disappointment as I realized she was sucking her own finger.
Within moments her head again bobbed on my shaft, as her lubricated finger
probed my rear opening. Her wet finger slipped inside my rectum, and I moaned
with pleasure. Her finger pumped my anus, as vigorously and her mouth pumped
my penis. Maisie's finger massaged my prostate from the inside; suddenly, I
spurted into her mouth. Neither her finger, nor her mouth let go the entire
time I discharged my load. Finally, I collapsed on the floor. Maisie rested
her head on my belly, and licked my penis clean.
Later, when we had regained our senses, she asked, “Why was your penis hard
when I caned you?”
I countered with a question of my own. “Why was your vagina wet while you
were caning me?”
She was quiet for a while, but instead of answering me, she asked another
question. “Next Saturday, will you be hard while your sister punishes you?”
“Only, if you’re there,” I said, and I was startled by the truth in my
statement.
Smiling, Maisie said, “I will be there, and I will be wet.”
In that moment, we both realized our relationship had entered a new realm. It
was scary, but exciting at the same time. Was there anything I would not
endure for this woman? Was there anything she would not inflict for our mutual
pleasure?
I would not have believed it possible, but these forbidden thoughts restored
my penis to its full dimension. Maisie straddled my hips and with a pelvic
thrust inserted me deeply into her warm, moist depths.
Once again we reaffirmed our love.
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