("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Peppered From The Treehouse *** You have to take the consequences when you're bad. (Fff-teens, spank) *** There was a huge manzanita tree outside the house we used to live in. It was a small farm, really, outside of Harlingen Texas, anyway my Dad built the treehouse in the low, spreading branches. Later, in the year before Dad died, he and my Uncles Carlos and Renni, and some friends of my father, built an addition onto our kitchen that brought one set of windows very close to the tree. By that time I was twelve, and hardly ever went up there anymore anyway, so it never seemed to matter that from inside the treehouse there was a perfect view into the kitchen - the new huge kitchen that my mother loved. She was a great cook, my mother, and was known by everyone for her mole dishes, and for her chili. She took over raising us when my father died, and she was very strict, I can tell you that! Still, it was my older sisters who got it the most. It is true that the baby boy is petted and spoiled, I never got peppered even once. Peppering! That's what I have to tell you about because that is what I saw twice in my life. It was a steaming hot day in July. My best friend Ossi and I were climbing up into the treehouse. Yes, I know I said I didn't use it much anymore, but this was summer, and Ossi I didn't have anything better to do that afternoon. We had just gotten up when I heard a scream from the kitchen, and we looked out the window. My mother was dragging my sisters by their hair toward the kitchen. She was screaming at them, and the windows were wide open, it was impossible not to hear! I motioned to Ossi, and we hunkered down with our eyes just above the sill of the treehouse window. "Both of you! Both!! What?? I don't provide well enough?? You shame me like this?? I am known!! Our name is known!! Your father, Mother of God, rest his soul, would die of shame if he could see you! What did you think? Tell me!!! " It turned out that they had stolen some things from a store in town. Mama was swearing and shaking them by their hair, so they couldn't really talk. "Aieeee! I will tell you what you'll get for this, you ungrateful babies. For this I am going to pepper your behinds and whip you until you girls cannot sit still for a week. Do you hear me??!! "Oh Mama, no! no!" Andrea sniveled. She had been peppered once before, last spring, and remembered it all too well. I did too. That was the other one I witnessed. My oldest sister had been caught out in the barn playing with herself. She should have know better. Well, she was peppered right there where the hands or anyone else could have seen! It was the first time I had really seen my sister naked, and I got away with it. That time, Andrea had to remove all her clothes and bend over a rail. She had to spread herself and it was then that she was peppered. Right after she wet herself and that was even before she got switched. I saw her pee all over the barn floor. Andrea had just turned sixteen at the beginning of this summer, and was a beauty, even I could see that! All the boys, even some of my friends, liked to dream about her, and she had a few boyfriends she kept on a string, though none that Mama knew about! Maria was younger by two years, and as far as I knew had never been peppered. She had seen Andrea get it that other time though, and knew what it was about, so she started crying. Mama turned away from them to pull on her rubber gloves. "Both of you...!" she went on scolding. She took the short Burch rod down from its hook on the wall and laid it on the huge wooden table that was the center piece of our kitchen. "Both of you come here. Now!!!!!" Both Andrea and Maria were crying and trying to offer excuses, saying they were sorry, but Mama wouldn't listen. She began talking in a soft voice, forcing the girls to stop wailing in order to hear her. Ossi and I nearly fell out of the treehouse trying to hear what she was saying. I even felt a little sick, but to tell the truth I was so hot that I could hardly breathe! Mama spoke again, she was almost crooning. "I am telling you now that I am going to do this, and you are going to bend for it and take it because you know that I want you to be good girls. Good girls! Do you understand me? Do you, Andrea?" Mama was pulling Andrea's hair back from her forehead and speaking quickly. "You did very wrong, both of you. Do you hear me, Maria? And when you do wrong, it is the Mama's job to see that you are punished for what you did? Do you understand me? Maria?" "Yes, Mama," they both whispered, and started to cry again. "Both of you, together, bend over the edge of the table, side by side. Yes! I have my gloves on. I want you both to pull up your skirts - all the way up Maria, up high by your waist. Oh, Andrea! Look at your panties! Who taught you to wear panties like that?" Andrea mumbled something, and my mother returned to the kitchen sink. She was right in front of me, and I had to crouch down, dragging Ossi with me, but I knew what she was doing. Mama had been cooking (Mama was always cooking) and there was a pile of hot chilies on the drain board. She was going to use them for some dish or other - chipotle, jalapeno, hot peppers. I could imagine her going through the small pile, looking for something small and hot, a jalapeno! She was talking softly again, about how this was for their own good and I shifted myself in my pants, squeezing because I was so hard that squeezing it felt good. She walked back to the kitchen table, and I popped up again, dragging Ossi with me, glancing at him as he wiped some spit from his chin with the back of his hand. He was shaking. Mama held her hands up like a doctor going into an operation, and in her hand was a small pepper. I knew she had scored the skin with a fork to let the juice run free. The girls started to wail again, begging her please not to do this, please! "Pull your panties down, both of you! Both of you, now! If I have to tell you again, I will take you outside and whip you with a switch where anyone can see you. Is that what you want? Is it???" They both crumbled at this. Andrea turned her face toward the window and lowered her panties. I could see snot running down her cheek and her eyes were nearly swollen shut already. Maria followed suite reaching back pulled her panties down. "Take them all the way off" Mother continued." They wiggled to get them to fall to the backs of her knees, then kicking to get them off their feet. "I am starting with you, Andrea. Open yourself for Mama. Do it! Now, Andrea! Open yourself for Mama!"... I watched my big sister reach with both hands, grasp her big cheeks and pulling them apart. She had began to whimper. "No Mama no! no! no! no! please Mama. Oh God Mama no! Oh no!!!" Mother put one gloved hand on the small of Andrea's back to steady herself, then touched the tip of the pepper to my sister's big brown anus. There was a moment of silence in which my big sister shifted around restlessly then she exploded. "Mama! Mama! Aleieieie!" Andrea screeched as she began to feel the mounting fire as the juice ran and irritate the delicate tissue there. Her big bottom wiggled, flopped, and twisted as Mama continued to press the pepper in a little. Then ran it up and down her crack. "Mama! Oh, Mama Aleieieie!"!!!" Andrea was screaming, In seconds Andrea was pulling her bottom wide open as far as she could, and bouncing so that I could easily see between her legs. Her pussy covered in black curly hair, and her red, irritated, anus, were opening and closing like a little mouth searching for a cool drink. She could not close her legs, it stung so much. "Mama I will never do it again and I won't masturbate anymore. Please! I promise by the Virgin Mama, please!!! "I am burning up Mama! Please! Oh, please!...Stop!! Mama! Aleieieie!"!!!!!" " My mother left Andrea and went to work on Maria, who by that time was gagging with fear. "Open your bottom for me Maria. I will not tell you again. If you do not, I will take you outside, do you understand?!" Maria wailed in surrender and reached behind to spread her little puppies. I don't know if Mama used the same pepper or a different one but Maria was very soon doing the same dance as Andrea. Mama worked the tip that hot pepper into Maria's ass and then up and down her crack. " Mama! Mama! Mama!" Maria screamed, her legs frog- kicking straight out and all the way open, so that you could also see between her legs. Some of the fiery liquid had dripped down onto my younger sister's, little sex where hair had just begun to grow and she was spreading her cheeks frantically, trying to cool the acid heat. "Mama, Oh, Mama. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!!!!!" she wailed. It's on my pussy! It's on my pussy, Moma! Not my pussy! No! Oh! I'm on fire. My mother stepped back and took off her gloves, tossing them into the sink with a thump. She picked up the Burch and stepped back from the table. Maria was still kicking out when the Burch landed. Moma birched her with awesome snapping strokes placed right across those little puppies of hers. She made an awful row and although the birch struck her hands and the tips sometimes landed between her cheeks she did not let go of her little puppies but held them open for the entire punishment.. Then it was Andrea's turn to wail and shake under mothers attentions. She gave it to her worse than she did to my younger sister. Andrea screamed and wailed, and screamed again. The screams turning into shrieks when the tips struck the tender lips, she flaunted so outrageously, between her parted thighs. She too held herself open so that her exposed girlhood could came under attack. Her chubby, bottom grew red with welts, my mother sweating more with the effort. "Mama Oh!!!" She cried. "Pleees No more! Mama aaaaah!!! Oh, Santa Maria!" And she wiggled her ass hard and rolled from side on the table trying to get relief. One blow caught her lower down and the tips sunk deep into her dark nest. "Ouhf!" She grunted. And with that Andrea jerked uncontrollably, looked up; and the thing happened. She wet herself, right there! A stream of yellow pee shot right out from between her legs and splashed down to puddle on the floor. It seemed to never stop coming out. But Mother waited for her to finish. As I watched, my face cheeks burned at the sight of my sister peeing. I had to touch myself even though it was my own sister. Mother just got a big bottle of dish washing detergent and a towel, and went back to the table. As I watched, she cleaned up where my sister had squirted. Then she make my sister count to twenty giving her a stroke of the birch with each count. "Go to your room, undress, and stand in the corner with the door open where I can watch you for an hour. Now Go!" The sobbing subsided, and they stood up gingerly. "But Mama," Andrea whispered, "what if Mickey comes home? What if he sees us? Naked!" "Then your little brother will see your big red behinds. He was shamed as well, you know! Now don't question me again or you will get some more!!" I gulped, thinking how they would feel if they knew exactly what I had seen!! THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 30