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Spanked by Big Brother (pre-teen) (REVISED 1-29-98)
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 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 in closed and pulled 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...
****************************************************************** Part
2***********
Spanked by Big Brother, Part 2 (pre-teen)
I opened the bathroom door to see a different brother. Different in that
he was no longer in charge. I almost felt sorry for him as I asked, "Front or
back first?"
"You have to do what I say until bedtime, OK? Then I won't tell anybody
what you did."
He nodded.
"While the water is running for OUR bath, I'm going to take you back
downstairs and spank you!" I took his hand and walked him quickly down the
stairs.
"Take off your shirt and then stand up straight." I ordered. He wasn't
wearing shoes. He complied and took off his shirt.
"Put your feet apart a little bit. Stand up straight! Close your eyes.
You looked at me real close and now I'm going to look at you." Then I pulled
his soccer shorts down to his ankles. Next, I pulled his underwear down to his
ankles and took hold of his thing and led him to the couch. "Step out of those
clothes and come with me."
"Yes, Mam." he said lightening up a little bit. We were both naked now as
I sat on the edge of the couch and pulled him close to me. He was standing
right in front of my face for close inspection.
Tom didn't have much body hair, but he did have a small bush above his
thing, which had now grown back to about five or six inches long. "This is so
big." I commented as I stroked it tentatively with my fingernails.
"No, it's not really very big for a grown up." he said.
I was holing it up with my left hand and playfully ‘spanking’ it with my
right. As I ‘spanked’ it, it started to ‘stand up’ on its own. I removed my
supporting left hand and it seemed to hover there in mid-air. I slapped it
again, harder. It swung ofer to the side and sprang back, getting stiffer. I
played with it, slapping it side to side, almost like a punching bag on TV. I
pulled it down and let go. It sprung back up. This was fun. I slapped it and
pulled on it for a few minutes while Tom stood there silently. It was right in
front of my face, bouncing.
I reached both hands down to his balls (I had overheard boys talking
about their ‘balls’ before, as if they were their life’s treasure.) I tickled
them lightly. They felt fuzzy with his light hair and seemed to shrink as I
tickled them. This was curious. His thing got bigger and stiffer when I
played with it, but his balls got littler! Amazing!
I began to ‘spank’ his thing again, enjoying the feeling of command as he
stood there. I noticed something else that was curious.
"Why is it wet on the end?" as I took a closer look.
"Like you said before, Sis, 'sometimes it just gets that way.' Remember
saying that? Seriously, it means I was getting excited playing with you -
almost ready to cum in my pants. And just now, the way you gently slapped and
tickled me, it started to get wet again. If you keep tickling it I might cum.”
"What do you mean,'cum?'" I had heard boys talk about it but didn't know
what they meant.
"When a guy is really excited that stuff comes out the end and a minute
later lots more squirts out. It feels really good. Do you know were babies
come from?" I thought he was trying to change the subject and then it dawned on
me!
"You mean this is the stuff that comes out when a guy puts the sperm
inside the girl?" as a mental picture formed. "But that thing is too big to
put inside of a girl. It would hurt!"
"First, I didn't squirt out all my stuff yet, but I’m almost ready to.
Second, when you get older you'll understand, Sis. Your 'girl hole' will get
bigger when you get hair between your legs. Speaking of hair, when you do get
hair between your legs, we'll have to stop playing our games. It wouldn’t be
right."
His thing was still big, but not as stiff as it was before when we played
on the couch, or when I was ‘spanking’ it. I continued to look at it and
wondered how something so big could ever fit.
"Sis, does it feel good when I tickle you there?" he pointed between my
legs.
"Yes, I liked our game, too. It made me feel all 'gushy' inside. Maybe
I'll need another spanking later, I bet, but now we'd better go wash each
other." I let go of his thing and said, "Now you go on up and wait in the
bathtub for me! That' an order!" and I spanked his bare bottom as he turned.
SLAP!
As he ran up the stairs, laughing again, I resolved not to have any hair
there for a long time, even if I had to shave!
"Hmmmmm," I mused, "maybe I'd better start tomorrow."
This time I waited a few minutes before going upstairs to the big
bathroom.
My fear that Tom was going to stop playing vanished as I saw the bathroom
door wide open and heard him splashing around in the tub.
I walked in and closed the door out of habit. I had to tinkle before
getting in the tub and mentioned it to Tom as I entered.
"Can I watch?" he asked.
"Sure, you're right here." as I sat down on the toilet.
"Put your legs apart so I can see better then, Sis. and lean back." He
was kneeling in the tub now and put his hands out on the floor so his head was
only a foot away from the toilet - eye level to my spread legs. He watched
closely as I tinkled. I felt funny trying to tinkle while leaning back with my
legs wide apart, so it took longer to start.
A moment later, when I stopped dripping, I sat up and reached for some
toilet paper he said, "Don't bother, Cutie. I'll wash your tender, little
bottom with a warm washcloth."
He sat back in the tub with his legs straight out and together so I would
have to straddle him when I got in. I was kneeling straight up over his knees
and watched through the soap bubbles as his hand reached between my legs. He
slid forward in the tub till he was almost on his back, so he could reach me.
He began 'washing' my slit underwater with the washcloth. The washcloth
accidently slipped out of his hands but he kept rubbing his fingers back and
forth on my open slit. We were smiling at each other. He put his hands on the
backs of my knees and pulled me towards him. As I inched forward on my knees,
sitting down on him with all my weight, I bumped into his stiff thing which was
laying flat against his
tummy. I inched forward till I felt it laying right under my slit. He slid me
up and back over it. (Just ‘over’ it. It didn’t go ‘in’ me.) I rocked on it
for a minute, slipping up and back, side to side. He put one hand up to ‘wash’
my chest, gently pinching my nipples.
“'You're starting to get me all mushy inside again." I said, as I knelt up
again, lifting up off his thing. "Wash me with your hand some more! Don't stop
till I tell you, slave!" I joked. "Remember you're in my power!"
He laughed and said, "Don't forget about getting your fanny washed, too,
then. In fact you need washing all over, don't you?"
"OK"
I stood up and turned around and knelt back down and put my hands
underwater by his feet. I was on my hands and knees and backed up towards him.
"You're trapped here now, Big Brother, and I won't let you out till you wash
my bottom completely clean."
"Yes, Mam!" he said again and started washing my fanny with the washcloth.
"How will we know when it's clean enough?" Tom continued to 'wash' me with
both hands, one with a washcloth on my fanny and his bare hand under me
'washing' my girl parts. He sometimes squeezed my breasts which seemed larger
since they were hanging down. He washed them real good. I backed up even
closer to him. I could feel the tip of his stiff thing touching my tummy as I
leaned forward - backward - forward.
"I know how we can tell when your sweet fanny is clean enough. I will
kiss it." with the washcloth in his right hand on one side and his bare hand
on the other he pulled my fanny cheeks apart, leaned forward and kissed me
right there. I was momentarily grossed out but if felt so good I backed closer
to him and lowered my shoulders down to the water. My fanny was just out of
the water right in front of his face. He kissed it again and pronounced it, "
ALL CLEAN!"
"Tommy," I said, partly asking, partly telling, "slowly put your finger
into my girl hole till I say stop, please."
"OK, it shouldn't hurt if I just put my little finger in part way." and he
dropped the washcloth and tentatively put his baby finger at the opening to my
'girl hole.' “Tell me if this is uncomfortable, Sweetheart, and I'll stop."
He carefully slid it in about an inch and stopped.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"No. I can feel it stretching me a little, but it doesn't hurt."
He slid his baby finger all the way in. "Is this OK, Baby Sister?" as he
slid it out.
"Yes. Try it again. Keep going slow." I said softly.
After he did this three more times I found that it even felt good.
Worried about going 'too far,' though I said, "maybe we should get out and dry
each other now. Then you need to put baby powder all over me."
"Gladly! I'm at your command, Princess" he said.
We got out of the tub and I noticed his thing was straight out and stiff.
'Straight out' isn't correct. "curved upwards' would be a better description.
"Oh, Tom, it looks like it's going to split open like an over-cooked sausage on
the grill."
"Heaven forbid! Don't worry, Sweet Princess, I've handled it a lot and it
hasn't split yet.” he joked.
"I'm afraid to touch it. It looks ready to explode!" - my honest opinion.
"It's ready to explode all right. Don't touch it or in might. I almost
‘exploded’ in the tub when you were rubbing on me. Be quiet now and let me dry
you off and sprinkle baby powder all over you."
I felt so warm and pampered as he sprinkled powder all over me as I
turned like a ballerina. He sat on the edge of the tub and lightly patted and
tickled me all over... not missing a square inch from toes to head... but some
places he tickled more than others. He petted me for 10 minutes. An
enjoyable silence. Just the whispy sound of dry baby powder being rubbed on my
skin.
To show my appreciation I said, "You're going to catch cold, My Big
Strong Brother, let me powder you now." I sat and he stood. I tried to give
him the same treatment, but he just wanted to face me.
As I was tickling my fingernails along the side of his upturned thing, I
remarked, "This is curved like a banana. Could I kiss it? Please? You
kissed me, remember?"
"OK, Honey, but remember my stuff didn't squirt out yet. I don't want to
make a mess on you."
'Honey' 'My Sweet Princess!' He never called me these things before.
Besides feeling great, I was also feeling good! I didn't care if he made a
mess on me. We could always wash it off. I told him about my idea. "It's OK,
you big hunk, if you make a mess on me. We can clean it up. Let me just kiss
the sides of then, OK? Please?"
"I don't know, Sugar, I would still feel bad. You ARE my little sister...
and you're only eleven!”
"Please, please?" I pleaded, wanting to see him squirt. And for
reassurance, added, "This will be our little secret, forever. Now close your
eyes and let me kiss it."
Without a word he stepped closer to me, closed his eyes, and put his
hands on my pig tails and pulled me to him. He was standing between my knees
as I sat on a towel on the edge of the empty tub. Placing my hands on his
hips I pulled him even closer to me.
I began kissing the side of his thing, steading it with my right hand.
I tickled his balls with my left hand and a moment later decided to kiss the
red tip of his thing.
On impulse I took the tip of it in my mouth and began sliding up and back
over the ridge of the red part ... just moving my head ...slowly ...up and back
...
He moaned and I backed off and looked up to see what was the matter. I
was looking up at his face when something warm and gooey splurted onto my chin.
As I looked down, mouth still open, a glob of stuff spurted into the back my
mouth. The next few squirts hit my bare chest.
"Squeeze it." he pleaded softly.
I complied and a few more dribbles dropped onto my leg and over my fingers
and wrist. The stuff in my mouth didn't taste bad. I kind of savored it,
trying to match the flavor, but could not. I leaned forward and put my mouth
on him again, to get a few more drops. I released and squeezed gently several
more times as it started to go limp. Each time I squeezed I got another small
taste of my big brother.
I let go and sat back, looking up at him. He looked down smiling. As we
smiled at each other I put my right forefinger on my chin and wiped off his
‘cum’ and put my finger in my mouth, sucking... then licked off the back of my
hand.
A drip fell from my left nipple onto my lap. Still without speaking or
looking away, I put my finger to my breast, wiped off the remaining juice, and
put it in my mouth.
My brother tasted good.
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