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She quickly put herself over his lap and, as previously ordered and 
twice demonstrated, she kept her legs apart.  He was in heaven.  At last 
he was going to fulfill his dream.  Angela's shame at placing herself at 
his mercy was magnified.  It was embarrassing to do this earlier but at 
least she had the comfort of knowing it was just a demonstration.  Now 
he was actually going to strike and her only hope was that he would heed 
his mother's injunction and not go overboard.  As spankings go, it 
wasn't too painful.  He was true to his word.  It was not more than a 
dozen swats and none of them very hard but he found the experience much 
more than just amusing.

This was a new experience for Angela also.  It was like no other 
spanking she had ever received.  Rather than being a severe punishment 
for misdeeds, she found that the slight sting of this unnecessary 
spanking had the opposite effect.  In a way her young mind couldn't 
completely fathom, it re-ignited her earlier desire.  When the first 
part was over and she said, "Thank you.  Please take my panties off and 
spank me again."

He was tempted to increase her frustration by making her change places 
so he could take them off as he had her outer pants but his desire to 
spank her again was as strong as hers was to get it.  He pulled them 
down to her knees and a few gentle kicks of her legs sent them flying.  
There was no appreciable increase in the force of his next dozen swats 
but the feeling of his hand landing on bare skin was a significant 
difference to both of them.  He told her to stand while he rose from the 
chair and she started to resume her former position.  He stopped her and 
said, "Lay on the bed.  I don't want you falling on the floor and you 
can raise yourself higher for me."

She appreciated his concern but wished he would hurry up and get around 
to continuing what he started.  He started at her ankles and ever so 
slowly traced a line from each one to a point where his fingers would 
meet in the middle.  She was begging him to move faster and he 
'punished' her for trying to direct the activity by moving in the 
opposite direction until she stopped talking.  It took three times 
before she figured out what he wanted and she suffered(?) in silence as 
he continued his journey at a snail's pace.  She was holding her breath 
and raising the target as high as she could when her shameful wish was 
finally granted.  There was nothing fake about her moans and sighs of 
satisfaction as he used his fingers to assist in the visual exploration 
he was limited to during her last visit.  He graciously allowed her to 
let go of her feet as long as she kept her legs wide open so he could 
make periodic visits to the breasts and the two pointy nipples on top of 
them with hands and teeth.

Her brain was a mass of confusion and her emotions were on a roller 
coaster.  She was desperately wanting to be taken to greater heights 
while being shamed by his reminders that she was encouraging her younger 
brother to touch her in the most intimate places.  She was mortified and 
aroused simultaneously.  Every word he said burned in her ears and the 
heat of them joined the heat of her last spanking and the increasing 
heat in her whole body.

Kevin was privately embarrassed at his comment about her moving too much 
earlier.  His understanding of the female response to sexual contact was 
increasing and he realized her earlier gyrations were her way of showing 
the she liked what he was doing.  He was having minor difficulties 
keeping up with her as she humped and twisted and when she arched her 
back and held his hands against her breasts in response to her first 
orgasm he was momentarily surprised.  Relying on the knowledge gained 
from his magazines and drove her up and over that wall two more times.

He glanced at his watch and saw he didn't have much time left before Mom 
arrived and he had developed a problem.  As Angela was coming back to 
earth she felt herself being rolled over and he lifted her waist so she 
was on her knees.  He moved them apart so she was still completely 
exposed to him and he tied her T-shirt around her eyes.  It wasn't as 
good a blindfold as the dark scarf but it suited his purpose.  He wanted 
a little privacy while keeping her as a visual aid.  Angela knew he was 
masturbating somewhere behind her and soon discovered that he wanted 
more than just a nude girl to look at.  The ones in his magazines would 
have been enough for that.  It was more fun to watch Angela squirm in 
shame and terror as he reminded her how she had begged her brother to 
touch her and corrupted his youth like some cheap whore.  It was fun to 
watch her shake her head in a vain attempt to deny the charge but it was 
really great to watch her wriggle her bottom in frightened anticipation 
as he described how he could still see a few red marks from his 
introductory spanking but they were nothing compared to what her bottom 
was going to look like in a few minutes.  Her moans were different now.  
They weren't those of a girl in the throes of ecstasy but the sounds of 
someone hearing how she was going to suffer while he was going to make 
Mom proud of his ability to give Angela a real spanking.  One to 
remember for more than the few days it was going to take for the 
recipient to sit comfortably.  With one hand busy on himself he put the 
other on her rear end as he went on to say, "You're going to think your 
bottom is on fire by the time I'm done and that you've reached the limit 
of the amount of pain you can take.  Sorry big sister but that's just 
the beginning.  Next I get to watch Mom while she gets her turn at you 
and we both know that's no picnic.  Every scream and holler is going to 
be music to my ears."

As he started ejaculating in to a tissue he gave that poor bottom a few 
gentle pats and reveled in Angela's humiliation and fear.  But the 
absolute best of all was her total submissiveness as she whimpered but 
otherwise accepted her fate and position.  Position in this case refers 
to her rank within the family, her brother's complete dominance over 
her, the circumstances that led to her punishment, her impending 
spankings and, of course, her physical posture.  It was this last that 
she tried to change when her mother knocked on the door but a sharp 
command from Kevin prevented any modification.  Her mother had seen 
Angela nude on many occasions since that was her normal costume when she 
was spanked but this was different.  When the boys made her bend over 
and open her legs last month her private parts were pointed towards them 
and she had been spared the indignity of displaying herself in this 
manner to Mom.  Now there was nothing she could do except weep into her 
makeshift blindfold as she waited for something to happen.

She twitched when she felt someone touch her bottom and heard her mother 
say, "It's just a little red but I said you weren't to spank her too 
hard.  Of course, that restriction won't apply for her next spanking.  I 
expect to see you give her the kind of punishment she deserves."

She really didn't need to feel Angela's rear end to ascertain the extent 
of Kevin's first spanking but it gave her the excuse to get close enough 
for her eyes and nose to tell her that Angela had been very aroused and 
probably had climaxed more than once.  She remembered her own youth and 
that as much as she hated it when she was given to her brothers, she 
experienced some of the best orgasms of her life at their hands.  To be 
sure, once the main event arrived she was humiliated at her sexual 
responses and the spankings were a sort of catharsis.  She could see 
Angela was already going through the humiliation part and knew she would 
also find the spankings coming next to be of great benefit.  She 
remembered that they were not only a penance for her original 
misbehavior but they cleansed her soul for the way she encouraged her 
brothers in their pre-spanking activities.  It was for that very reason 
that she was going to make sure that the spankings Angela was going to 
get were severe enough to accomplish both goals.  And it was time to 
start.

Angela was allowed to stand and remove the shirt from around her head.  
She could not bring herself to look at her mother and since Kevin was 
already seated she could keep her eyes down as she lay across his knees.  
Her mother's prediction was right.  She didn't want to be spanked but it 
meant the end of her humiliation with Kevin and she couldn't get over 
his lap fast enough.  Unfortunately, she was a little too hasty and her 
humiliation was far from being over.  Mom chided, "You know better than 
that.  Ask for your spanking before you get into position for it and 
that's enough of you trying to distract him.  Keep those legs together.  
He needs to concentrate of your bottom and not whatever you'd like him 
to focus on.  You seem to forget that this is a punishment and not some 
sexy little game."

Her humiliation reached its peak as she regained her feet.  She knew the 
next time she attempted that simple act of standing it would be in 
unbearable agony and only an interlude before another trip to hell.  She 
could barely speak as she said the required phrase, "Please spank my 
bare bottom very hard and as long as you think is necessary for me to 
learn my lesson."

He responded, "Don't worry Sis, I'll do my best."

He looked down at the rear end raised on his knees and smiled as his 
favorite dream was realized.  Angela and her snooty senior class friends 
had made fun of him in school and now it was payback time.  He had her 
right where he wanted and her bare bottom was his to deal with as he 
wished.  Not just to gaze upon or give a few gentle practice spanks to 
but quivering in wait for him to do his best (or worst if you think of 
it from Angela's perspective).  With a deep breath he slammed his hand 
downward.  The erotic feelings that accompanied her previous spanking 
under his hand were nowhere to be found.  From the very first swat he 
was showing her and Mom that he meant business  If anyone had any doubts 
about his dedication towards punishing his sister they were quickly 
erased.  But that was all that happened quickly.  He took his time as he 
concentrated his first set on her reddening cheeks with a few seconds 
between spanks so she could get the benefit of each one and not waste 
his energy on a flurry that blended into one continuos pain.  Granted, 
that pain was somewhat more than a single swat but not as much as when 
they were given individually.  He was intent on making the most out of 
the total experience for her.  

Angela didn't appreciate his dedication but his mother did.  Her heart 
swelled with pride and she watched her son punish his sister.  Her mind 
went back to the days when it was her bottom getting necessary 
discipline at her brothers' hands and she smiled.  While she appreciated 
Angela's predicament and understood her humiliation coupled with a 
significant amount of pain, she had the benefit of maturity and the 
realization that her ordeals had made her a better woman.  In time 
Angela would come to realize that these punishments were in her best 
interests but at the moment the poor girl's mind and body were concerned 
with the immediate events.  Kevin was doing an outstanding job.

About five minutes later Mom said, "That's enough.  Leave some for me.  
Let her up now."

Before Angela could understand that her brother's spanking was over and 
get off his lap he whined, "Aw Mom.  I was just going to start on her 
thighs.  You always spank us there so we can't lean forward and take any 
pressure off our bottom when we sit on a chair.  Can't I get that part 
of her warmed up for you?"

The girl attached to the thighs in question knew only too well what a 
spanking there felt like and tried to rise but a stern female voice 
stopped her.  "Stay right where you are young lady.  I had every 
intention of attending to that detail myself but you're not the only one 
who's here to learn something.  Kevin, I'm pleased you remembered that.  
You go right ahead and don't forget to get a few good slaps on the 
inside too.  You can only get to one side but it makes walking 
uncomfortable too.  I'm surprised you didn't mention that."

Kevin rose to the challenge.  "I was saving that for when you spanked 
her.  I got the idea when she opened her legs over my lap.  She can do 
that again when you spank her and I'll stand in front of you.  That way 
we could both get to the insides of her thighs and make all the skin 
that rubs together when she walks gets our full attention."

His suggestion was met with enthusiasm by the one on her feet and a 
shudder of fear by the one on his lap.  But first there was the rest of 
his spanking to accomplish.  He relished Angela's quiet sobs.  She had 
been crying pretty steadily by the end of his attack on her bottom and 
that was still stinging smartly as she waited for his hand to bring new 
territory to a similar state.  The present delay was because he was 
basking in glory and rubbing the bright red cheeks.  "You know Mom, I 
think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself.  I'll bet she 
learns how to behave when you add to my foundation."

The older woman smiled, "I'll bet she's already learned a lot.  Haven't 
you dear?"

An answer was required but Angela could only nod.  Her next nod was 
accompanied by fresh sobbing.  The question that led to that response 
was, "Aren't you glad you have a brother who's so concerned about you 
he's willing to go that extra mile in disciplining you?"

On a signal from his mother, Kevin began his treatment of the hitherto 
unscathed skin from the back of her cute feminine knees to the red 
plateau directly facing the ceiling.  Angela was getting hoarse but 
couldn't help expressing her opinion of her brother's expertise.  She 
had a little voice remaining when he stopped but it was not going to 
last long.  Everything up to this point was nothing more than 
preliminaries.  The few moments it took for her to gather her clothes 
and carry them to her room was the only respite before she was face down 
again.  Her mother's spankings had always been fearful things.  The last 
one was with a hairbrush only one humiliating hour after the traditional 
hand spanking.  This time there she didn't need any other implement.  
Her hand was going to be quite sufficient to finish the job so soon 
after Kevin's energetic preparations.

Angela hopes to get her last spanking alone with her mother were dashed 
when, as Kevin had hoped, he was present to watch, learn and help his 
mother in his new innovation in spanking.  Alas for sweet Angela, he was 
not the only brother in the room.  Michael had been invited to join them 
and spank his big sister also.  He didn't have the strength of the 
others but her rear end was so sore that even his otherwise ineffectual 
slaps generated a pained response.  Not to mention the fact that it was 
her baby brother spanking his naked sister while she lay over her 
mother's lap.  He was delighted to help before being sent back to his 
room giggling gleefully while Angela's sobs were more commensurate with 
her embarrassment than any physical pain from the youngster's tiny hand.

The time had arrived for some serious spanking and with grim 
determination, the matronly hand came crashing down.  Kevin was strong 
but the years of experience behind that hand proved that the subtle 
nuances of spanking can be much worse than brute force.  For the next 
fifteen minutes she concentrated on helping Angela get the most out of 
the experience while giving advice to Kevin.  "Next time you spank her 
don't spend so much time on her bottom before beginning on her thighs.  
Spread your spanks apart and bring her to a uniform color and level of 
pain.  See how I'm giving her a few here, a few there, and then on this 
area.  That gives her skin a chance to recover enough to better 
appreciate the return visits."

Kevin was an eager student and gave the right responses.  "Wow, I see 
what you mean.", "That's a great idea.", "I can see that I have a lot to 
learn but you're a great teacher.", and so on.  

Angela, on the other hand, was barely aware of this conversation after 
hearing the reference to the next time Kevin spanked her.  Her heart 
fell with the knowledge that her mother's words were true.  Even as her 
body was suffering more and more she knew it wasn't going to be her last 
spanking and that Kevin would have the chance to practice the lesson he 
was receiving.  Eventually the reality of the present spanking 
overpowered her ability to think of any future ones.  Her befuddled 
brain was busy regretting every sin she ever committed, thought about 
committing or heard about someone else committing.

When the main spanking was declared complete Mom and Kevin had to wait a 
full five minutes for Angela to regain some semblance of control over 
her sobbing and for her fingers to relinquish their death grip on the 
chair legs.  They wanted her to be fully aware of the next phase of her 
punishment.  Of course, it started with renewing her humiliation.     

Her mother spoke.  "I hope you've learned your lesson young lady.  
Unfortunately for you, it's not over yet.  I know that Kevin had you 
pose in some fairly humiliating and very revealing positions.  That was 
to be expected but I'm not so sure they were as humiliating as they were 
supposed to be.  I saw the way you put yourself on the bed when I came 
in and assumed that was the way he wanted you.  What I didn't expect was 
you acting like a tramp and giving him another clear view of your 
private parts when it was time to get spanked.  It's lucky he wasn't 
distracted from his duty and it's suitable that your display gave him 
the idea of both of us using your desire to open your legs for him as an 
additional way to punish you.  I like his suggestion but I'm going to 
modify it.  There's really not enough room for you to open yourself 
while you're on my lap so get up and pile your pillows on the edge of 
your bed."

Angela brain wasn't up to full functionality regarding anything other 
than her agony.  Perhaps it was an unconscious defense mechanism but she 
didn't remember the details of her brother's idea except that she didn't 
like it when she heard it.  Nevertheless, she struggled to her feet.  
Every motion reminded her of somewhere his or her hands had landed and 
piling the pillows didn't portend to be the lead-in to anything 
pleasant.  The command to lie face down over them was no surprise but 
when they pulled her feet wide apart she remembered exactly what Kevin's 
helpful suggestion was but by then it was too late to do anything about 
it.  (Not that she could've done anything to prevent anyway.)  The first 
hard swat to the inside of one thigh confirmed it.  Another well swung 
hand landed on the opposite leg and after a dozen on each side they 
stopped.  Angela was only momentarily relieved that it was over until 
she heard Kevin's enhancement.

He said, "You know Mom, we could get a much better swing and make a 
better impression on her if she was on her back and holding her legs up 
and open for us.  The only thing is that's a pretty obscene position and 
you might be embarrassed to see her like that."

His partner in punishment said, "That's a wonderful idea and Thank You 
for being so considerate of my feelings.  Since we're not going to spank 
her bottom she can put her panties back on first.  Get up dear."

It's always a relief to get out of a vulnerable position but not when 
it's only to move into a more defenseless one.  Just as Kevin was the 
one to take her panties off, he was the one to put them back on and her 
complaints that he was scraping the waistband and leg holes over her 
recently punished skin got her no sympathy at all.

She was very familiar with her next position.  Kevin had made her lie 
like this on her first visit and again numerous times during the last 
hour but that was just for humiliation and now she was forced to hold 
herself open to further punishment.  And what a punishment it was.  
Agony beyond imagining and beyond endurance for the young girl.  It 
required a few of Angela's stockings to tie her ankles to the bed posts 
and to keep her hands out of the way so they could have the full access 
they needed to do the job right.

When it was over they untied her and Kevin left the room.  In spite of 
the terrible pain and humiliation her mother had inflicted on her she 
was comforted by the maternal arms.  She asked if her mother's 
punishments with her uncles was as bad as what Angela had just endured.  
With a gentle pat on her daughter's head Mom said, "Yes and sometimes 
worse but you really can't compare them.  They were all different and 
all horrible but that's the way they were supposed to be.  You'll 
remember tonight with Kevin for a long time and you'll probably have at 
least one or two more sessions with him before you're all grown up.  
You're lucky in one respect.  It's impossible for a young man to have a 
pretty girl like you doing the things he made you do without getting 
aroused.  At least he emptied himself into the tissue I saw in the 
wastebasket.  It still embarrasses me to admit that your uncles used my 
mouth as the receptacle for their ejaculations so you see, things could 
be worse.  You can leave your panties on but the rest of the clothes 
stay off when you do your homework.  You can go to the bathroom but be 
downstairs in five minutes or I'll schedule a repeat performance for 
tomorrow night."

Unfortunately for Angela, she wasn't the only one that needed to use the 
bathroom.  Kevin was returning from there as he passed her room and 
smiled as he heard the new suggestion on using his sister for his sexual 
pleasure and it added to his anticipation of the next time he had her in 
his control.  He smiled as his evil mind started concocting traps that 
would lead to Angela's downfall and insure that there were many 'next 
times'. 




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