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Disclaimer:  This story is a work of fiction.  The characters, names,
incidents, dialogue, and plot are the products of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, companies, or events
is purely coincidental.


Welts - Female Domination In An American Marriage - Volume II (Part I)
(A Story By Dave Wallace)

Copyright 1997
Electronic Manuscript Publishing Company, Inc.
Indianapolis, Indiana 46227

Prologue:


It was all I could do to deny the impulse to remove my laced hands from behind
my neck and try to protect my bare behind from the perpetually falling hand of
my older sister as she developed a cadence to the systematic punishment.

Nancy had me trapped over her bare lap, my torso to her left and stretched
along the bed where she sat to administer the spanking.  She grasped me with
her left arm and pressed down on my spine with her left elbow to prevent
escape.

My sister Nancy was eighteen and I fifteen and the situation I found myself in
had become common over the years.  After Dad died two years ago, our mother -
an attorney who kept long hours and traveled extensively - was forced to turn
over my day-to-day upbringing to my sister.

Since Dad’s death, Nancy had ruled with an iron hand.  At sixteen, she had
become the surrogate mother to her thirteen year-old brother.  She’d been
shrewd enough to exact permission from Mom that gave her total authority over
me, although I doubt to this day that Mom ever knew or guessed exactly how she
planned to do it.

Nancy had made it clear to Mom when they’d discussed it the night of Dad’s
funeral.  I’d been put to bed earlier but had snuck out on the landing to
listen in to their conversation.

"Mom, I must insist.  If I’m to be responsible for Dave’s behavior, then I
must have a totally free hand with regard to his discipline.  You know full
well that Dad was a firm believer in the maxim of ‘Spare the rod and spoil the
child’, and raised me with a healthy respect and fear of corporal punishment.

"Well, Dad’s not here now.  I’m being forced to become an adult with adult
responsibilities almost overnight.  I loved Dad and I love you and David, but
if I’m to have a positive impact upon Dave’s upbringing, I must be allowed to
practice the same principles of parenting as my loving and stern father."

There was a momentary pause and then I heard Mom reply. "I can’t say that I
disagree with you at all, Nancy.  I presume that you wish to have license to
spank Dave and, where appropriate, paddle him too?"

"Yes, Mom.  For starters.  Dad also used the strap on Dave.  You know that he
chose not to subject me to the strap other than that one time last year.  The
memory of that event elicited a deep respect for its sting.

"So, yes, I want to hand-spank and paddle Dave.  But, I also want to use the
strap and, if necessary, the cane.  I’ve heard that a cane is popular in
England for disciplining young boys and I’d imagine that it’s an effective, and
memorable way to make a lasting impression upon a naughty boy’s naked bottom."

As I’d huddled there listening to my future being planned, I dreaded Mom’s
response to Nancy’s request.  At the same time, though, I felt a stirring in my
balls and a hardening in my penis.  I’d recently discovered masturbation and
found it curious that I was becoming turned on by this talk of my spanking and
strapping; paddling and caning.

"Nancy, what you ask is only reasonable.  I agree with what you say and would
like to make sure that Dave’s upbringing will not suffer more than necessary by
the loss of your father.  I don’t want to have to worry about you and Dave
while I’m away on business trips.  Therefore, I suggest that you waste no time
in establishing your control and authority over David immediately.

"He’s at the age when boys start to demand independence, so be as severe as
you must be in order to exact proper behavior and obedience.  As you know, I’ll
be leaving for a business meeting tomorrow and will be gone for at least two
weeks.

"I hope that this will give you ample time to establish a status quo with
Dave.  I trust that by the time I return, you will have him dancing to your
tune or else I’m grossly overestimating your capabilities and fortitude."

"Thank you for your confidence in me Mom.  I’ll not let you down with regard
to Dave or anything else.  I’m going to miss Dad so very much but life goes
on…"

I’d crept back into my bedroom with a feeling of apprehension.  Listening to
my sister describe how she planned to punish me with hand, paddle, straps, and
a cane, no less, had been more than a little disturbing.

Vivid images of my body stretched across Nancy’s sexy lap for a hand spanking
were swimming through my head.  My sister Nancy was a fox.  She was always
being pursued by boys (and a few of her girlfriends too) and was ever the
self-confident, beautiful, pampered little queen.

She kept her body in picture-perfect condition by lap swimming in our indoor
pool and tanned through daily visits to our pool-side tanning room.  She’d
caught me peeking in on her more than once when she was swimming in the nude or
undressing for bed and hadn’t threatened to punish me.  Although I knew that it
was wrong to think about my sister in a sexual way, I couldn’t help it.

I enjoyed seeing her nude body and longed to touch it.  Only last week she’d
called to me as she was readying to enter the tanning room.  She’d wanted me to
fetch some tanning lotion and when I’d brought it to her, she’d turned her back
to me, let her robe fall to the deck, and asked me to apply some of the lotion
to her spine and lower back.

Wow, what a dream come true for a horny teenage boy!  I was in heaven as my
fingertips came into contact with the silken surface of her skin.  I lovingly
applied the lotion to both of her shoulders and then moved to the lower
regions.  As my hands neared her bottom, she’d encouraged me to continue.  As I
recalled this exciting moment, I could feel myself hardening under the covers.

"Go ahead, silly.  After all, you’re my brother.  Finish my whole back - down
to the ankles."

She’d never allowed me to go that far before.  She’d always stopped me when
I’d gotten to her waist.  I felt like a kid with a new toy as I excitedly added
more lotion to my palms and set the bottle down on the deck.

Kneeling next to her nude body, I marveled at the sight of her glorious, plump
buttocks, savoring the anticipation of momentarily making contact with their
surface with my now overheated and lotion-slick hands.

Unable to further endure the teasing game that I’d been playing with myself,
I’d reached out and begun to spread the lotion over my older sister’s
delicious-looking buns.  As I worked on her firm body, I could imagine the boys
at school, men on the street, even girls, who would envy me my position. 
Kneeling before the incredibly perfect ass of my sister, Nancy - slicking
lotion all over those velvet cheeks.

I’d run the edge of one hand between her cheeks, brushing the little finger
over her puckered asshole.  Afraid, though, that I’d anger her if I lingered
too long on her behind, I’d reached for more lotion and continued with my labor
of love, massaging the lotion into her firm thighs and calves.

Suddenly, Nancy had turned over and directed me to do her front also.  I’d
hastened to comply before she change her mind, and withdraw this new and
wonderful privilege.  I’d squirted more lotion into my palms and began to cover
both legs to the hips.

Deciding then to avoid her pubic area, I’d begu to spread lotion over her
shoulders and then to her full, firm breasts.  Her nipples had been as hard as
pencil erasures, as my fingers had passed over them and then to her flat
belly…and an end to the most welcomed chore of my young life.

Finished, I’d leaned back and waited to hear what she would say.  With an
impish smile on her beautiful face, she’d reached for the bottle of lotion and
taken it from my hand.

"You missed one spot."

After filling one palm with the lotion, Nancy had handed the bottle back to me
and began rubbing the lotion into her pubes.  I’d watched, yearning to replace
her hand with my own and listened as she continued speaking to me, a smile on
her pretty face.

"The next time that you do this for me, David, I’ll expect you to be more
thorough."  At this, she’d scampered off to the tanning room.

My musings were cut short when I heard my bedroom door open and then close
again.  I kept my eyes tightly closed and feigned sleep.  I could hear rustling
from the peignoir that Nancy would be wearing at this hour, and the padding of
her bare feet as she crossed the hardwood floor of my bedroom, stopping at the
side of my bed.

I was certain that it was Nancy when I felt the covers being pulled away from
under my chin and down to my knees.  Mom wouldn’t be doing that.

The cool night air suddenly came into contact with my hard penis as it
protruded from the front flap of my pajamas.  I fought to keep my eyes closed
as Nancy’s warm, heavenly-soft hand wrapped itself around my engorged penis.  I
wondered if I was dreaming or if this was really happening.

"Were you listening to Mom and me talking, little brother?  Did you hear what
we said about you tonight?  Hmm, I think so, ‘cause your little peter is hard
and ready."

Her hand was tenderly and rhythmically stroking me as I listened to her speak,
still pretending to be asleep.

"I think you heard me tell Mom that I was going to spank your bare bottom and
thought how nice it would feel to have this little thing laying on or between
my soft thighs while I did it, didn’t you?

"If you’re obedient, that is how I’ll reward you.  If not, I’ll tie you
face-down in this bed and whip you until you’re hoarse from screaming.  If
you’re very obedient, this is how I plan to tuck you into bed each night."

Nancy hadn’t touched me like this for many years, and even then it was only to
bathe me.  This time, though, she wasn’t bathing a little boy.  I wasn’t yet an
adult, but my penis couldn’t tell the difference between child and adult as it
pulsed and throbbed.  If Nancy continued the stroking, I knew it would be
impossible to control myself much longer.

"It’s okay, Dave.  I know you’re wide awake.  You can let that little thing
spurt.  I want you to do it for me.  Show me what a big man you are and shoot
it into my hand."

The continuous stroking, coupled with Nancy’s soft and sexy voice filled with
promise of future sexual episodes, combined to bring about my climax.  My
inexperienced penis began to shoot its contents into the air as little gasps of
pleasure escaped from my lips.

The next thing I knew, Nancy’s mouth had surrounded the spurting head and
she’d begun to lick and suck it as if it were a candy sucker.  I’d opened my
eyes to confirm this seemingly unbelievable event and found, to my delight,
that it wasn’t a dream.  It was my sister, doing to me what I’d seen only in
x-rated movies at my friend’s house.

The moonlight streaming through the bedroom window played on my precious
sister’s blonde hair as she pleasured me.  I was in love!  I’d never dreamed
that anything could feel this fantastic.  My limited experience with
masturbation had led me to believe that nothing could possibly feel better than
the intense pleasure that my own hands could bring to my young body.

I was praying that this wasn’t a dream from which I would awaken with only a
wet spot to remind me of the details.

Mercifully, Nancy removed her sucking mouth from my sensitive penis and moved
her head toward my face.  She bent down and brought her lips to my own, forcing
my mouth open with her insistent tongue.  I’d french kissed with a couple of
girls at school before, but certainly never with Nancy.

As I opened my lips to receive her tongue, I could taste my cum that was still
lingering on her lips and within her mouth.  It was slightly salty, but not
unpleasant.  During all this time, I’d not uttered a word, in a state of
semi-shocked fear that if I spoke, Nancy would get angry and leave.

"Good boy, David.  I plan to give you this same treatment each night.  And the
same kiss.  I’ll teach you that, like most things in life, this treatment will
not be free.  In payment, you’ll submit and surrender to my will and authority.

"In other words, if you obey me you’ll receive the sexual pleasure that any
boy in my school would die for.  If not, you’ll get punished severely.  As long
as you remain obedient and submit to the punishment and training as I see fit,
you’ll be rewarded.  Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Dave?  Is it yes
or no?"

"Yes, I understand", I’d replied.

"Do I have your willing consent, then?"

"Yes."

"From now on, David, you will address me as ‘Ma’am’ as in ‘Yes, ma’am.’  Is
that clear?"

"Yes, ma’am.  I understand."

"Very good.  Now you must get to sleep.  Mom’s leaving early in the morning
and I plan to spend the weekend breaking you in to your new routine.  So that
you’ll be able to savor the anticipation of your coming punishment, know this:

"Before the weekend is over, you’ll go over my knee, naked, for a hard hand
spanking.  You’ll also receive a good sampling of the wooden paddle on your
behind.  Yes, you will, little brother.  And, then, I intend to experiment with
the strap.  I’m really looking forward to it since I’ve never had the pleasure
of being on the giving end of it.

"You must have overheard me telling Mom that I was going to use the cane on
you, as well.  Well, I’d like to stripe your cute little butt with welts this
weekend, too.  Last, but not least, you probably heard me tell Mom that I’ll be
using switches on your bottom and legs.

"Little brother, if you obey willingly and accept my total authority, I’ll
tuck you into your bed tomorrow night and every night thereafter in the same
way that I did tonight.  If you obey me, you’ll enjoy the pleasures that most
boys your age can only fantasize about.  I’ll teach you things that most grown
men will never know.

"I’ll show you how to pleasure and serve a woman.  I’ll grant you the
privilege of serving me.  But, only if you continue to agree to my stipulations
and rules.  What do you have to say for yourself, David?"

Framing my statement to conform to the new rules, I spoke for the first time. 
"Thank you, Nancy, er, ma’am.  What you did with your hand and mouth felt so
incredibly good.  I love you very much and will try hard to obey you.  I wish
you didn’t have to punish me so much, but if you decide it’s necessary, I’ll
try to be brave for you."

Who was I trying to kid, anyway?  I would’ve died for Nancy, even if she
hadn’t promised me paradise for merely obeying her.

"I know you will, Dave.  Time to go off to sleep now.  It’ll be a long weekend
- for both of us.  Good night, little brother."

"Goodnight, and thank you again, ma’am."

Nancy pulled the covers up to my chin and leaned forward to give me a final
kiss.  I longed to throw my arms around her neck and kiss her back but knew
that I mustn’t.

I peeked through slitted eyes and watched her as she left my bedroom to return
to her own room down the hall.

It was difficult to fall asleep with the memory of her words and our recent
sexual experience so fresh in my mind.  I was aware that what she had described
would be very painful.

But I was also certain that I would be willing to pay any price if her program
included more of what I’d experienced for the first time tonight.

End of Part I, Book II, Welts - Female Domination in an American Marriage





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