Kevin thoroughly enjoyed helping his mother punish his sister. Spanking
her was as wonderful as he thought it would be and her hour as his
plaything was even better than the last time. After overhearing his
mother talk about her punishments at the hands of his uncles he now had
more ideas of how to humiliate Angela farther and use her for his own
sexual satisfaction. Every day he saw her he reminded her of his role
in keeping her in line and loved every embarrassed blush and the hint of
tears he saw in her eyes. What Kevin did not know was that Angela’s embarrassment was not entirely
due to the way he treated her a few days ago. That would’ve been enough
to cause the young girl’s consternation alone but it didn’t stop there.
Aside from the pain of the spankings from him, Michael and Mom she found
herself thinking about the time she spent in Kevin’s room. Her
humiliation was magnified as she thought about the things he did, the
way she responded and unbelievably, a desire for it to happen again.
There was something about giving him complete control and being
forced(?) to display herself and endure(?) his hands on her. She could,
of course, just tell him what she wanted but that was entirely out of
the question. But she couldn’t the images of what they did in his room
out of her mind. She was almost willing to take another set of
spankings in order to relive the experience but the more she thought
about the spankings the less desirable that idea became. Kevin had the first real shot at her and he was trying to impress Mom at
how well he could punish Angela. He made a very good impression on both
females. The observer was glad to see him take his task so seriously
and the after her tears subsided, Angela had to grudgingly admit that he
was a very able spanker also. Of course, it was well into the next day
before she could reflect on his performance objectively since his was
only the first of her punishment spankings. After he warmed her up it
was her little brother’s turn to spank her. Michael’s was relatively
ineffectual in the pain department but very high on the humiliation
scale. And then there was her mother’s application. Her mother had
never believed that spankings should be anything less then pure hell for
the recipient and that night was no exception. If she was to get into
trouble again it would mean another unbearable set of spankings not to
mention that her mother always had the hairbrush in reserve.
Angela
shuddered at the thought of that landing on her after Kevin and Michael
did their worst. She also had no doubt that there would be a repeat of
Kevin’s cute enhancement of her punishment when she had been tied to the
bed with her legs wide apart for a dual spanking on the insides of her
thighs. She had never felt such agony and she walked like a bow–legged
cowboy for the next two days. Whatever perverse pleasure she felt with
Kevin was not worth that kind of pain. But, she remembered that not all
of the spankings she got that night were entirely unbearable. It was a bit hazy in her mind but she had a vague memory that Kevin’s
first spanking wasn’t too bad. He had given her a dozen swats over her
panties and then another dozen after he took them down. He didn’t hit
her near as hard as when Mom was there and after the initial humiliation
that her younger brother was spanking her she found that it added to the
forbidden pleasure he was creating in her. Another one like that would
be a small price to pay. More than that, it would be almost welcome as
an excuse to make her submit to his domination. That way she could make
believe she had no choice but to obey him. It was these strange thoughts that were brought to the surface every
time he made some lewd comment and they aroused and terrified her.
While Kevin thought she was avoiding him she was actually trying
(unsuccessfully) to avoid herself and her feelings about the things she
wanted him to do to her. Less than a week after Angela’s last punishment she was home alone with
Kevin. Michael was spending the weekend with a friend and their mother
had gone to an office party. Her parting words were, “I won’t be home
until very late. You two stay out of trouble and I’ll see you in the
morning. Don’t forget to do your homework so it won’t be hanging over
your head all weekend.” Once the school assignments were completed Kevin invited Angela to watch
a TV show with him and even offered the best seat. Sensing a trap she
replied, “Sorry little brother but I’m not going to fall for that. You
know I’m not allowed to see any TV shows until tomorrow night as part of
my grounding and I’m not going to risk more punishment for a half-hour
of inane comedy. I’ll be upstairs reading a book.” Plan “A” failed but his devious mind was not out of ideas. A short
while he went to her room. She heard him coming and an idea of her own
was formed. She grabbed her tape recorder and pushed the record button
before answering his knock. He was the picture of sneakiness as he
said, “That was a great TV show. Did you enjoy it?” Angela answered, “What are you talking about? I didn’t watch it. I’ve
been up here reading.” His smile sent a tingle of fear down her spine but that tingle went
other places too. She wasn’t sure what he was up to but she could see
it was something inherently evil. He calmly let her into the first part
of his plan. “I know but what do you think Mom will say if I
conveniently forget your restriction and casually mention that we both
laughed as we watched it?” She gasped, “You wouldn’t. That would be a lie.” He grinned, “You’re right. When you deny it she would know one of us is
lying. The question is which one of us would she believe. Picture
this. I say you watched TV with me and then, when I realize I got you
in trouble, I apologize and say that I feel so bad I don’t want to take
part in your punishment. You see, that way I have no motivation to lie
whereas you have all the reason in the world to hide your disobedience.
That kind of tips the scales against you doesn’t it? And I’m willing to
bet Mom refuses my request and ‘makes’ me help her punish you. I can’t
wait till tomorrow and now you have something to think about until then.
I’m going back downstairs and we’ll watch a few more shows. Have a
pleasant night Sis.” She hissed, “You bastard. What do you really want?” He looked around the room and said, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m bored and
there’s really nothing very good on TV. I was thinking that maybe we
could play a game together like Scrabble or Monopoly or something.” She was a smart girl and recognized blackmail when she saw it. She knew
her role was to bargain with him until his plan was completely exposed.
She also knew that wasn’t the only thing that was going to exposed in
the near future but the game had already started. The odd thing was
that this was going to lead to the very thing she had been thinking of
when he first arrived at her door. Hiding her own smile she said, “If I
agree to this game will you agree to keep your sneaky lie to yourself?” He continued his nonchalant gazing and said, “I think I would be
grateful if my big sister took some time out of her busy schedule to
have a little fun with me and I would keep your TV habits, real and
imagined, to myself.” His eyes stopped their survey of her walls and came to rest on her
chest. She stood up and put her arms behind her back and grasped her
elbows as she said, “Does the game you have in mind have me standing
like this with my breasts thrust out for to ogle over?” His plan was coming together but what he didn’t realize was that his was
not the only scheme at work in that room. In his youthful innocence and
firm in the belief that he was the one in charge he said, “That’s a real
good beginning. We’ll stay in here but let’s make believe you’re in my
room and Mom is waiting downstairs to spank you. How’s that for
starters? Tell me the rest of the rules when you’re there.” She could feel herself warming to the situation and she had to force
herself to look ashamed as she said, “I’m there to be humiliated. If
you tell me to move or pose or do anything I have to obey. You can take
my clothes off as you wish or you could tell me to take them off. If
you want me to ask you to strip me like last time I’ll have to do that
too.” He smiled, “And how about touching you?” Her heart skipped a beat. She looked down to hide the joy she felt.
“If we’re going to do this like last time you’ll touch me even though
Mom said not to. I couldn’t object without getting into more trouble
then and I suppose this game of yours mirrors that situation. You
called me your ‘plaything’ and had a lot of fun at my expense. I hated
it but you’ve got me over a barrel so I guess I have no choice. I’ll be
your plaything to look at or touch as you wish.” He asked, “Does that mean you’ll let me spank you?” She gave that question some thought. He assumed her delay was due to
fear and he was loving every second she chewed on her lip and tried to
make up her mind. Actually, her problem was finding a way to say “Yes”
to one like he gave her over her panties but “No” to the full blown
punishment he delivered later. She finally answered. “You didn’t need
my permission to spank me when Mom came into the room but earlier you
asked me if I would agree to a spanking and I said Yes. If you’re
referring to a true punishment spanking I’ll take my chances with Mom
tomorrow. But, she said you had her permission to give me a preliminary
spanking and if you can restrain yourself the way you did for that first
one I’ll play by those rules.” He prompted, “Say it plainly.” She had to hide her excitement again as she responded, “I’m your
plaything to look at or touch as you wish and that includes your right
to give me a short spanking.” In truth, while he enjoyed the extended spanking that ended her time
with him he was willing to forego that in favor of her agreement.
Besides, that first spanking was totally different from the big one and
he was happy that he had forced her to agree to another one (or more if
he was lucky) like that. He gave that idea a try. “Gee Sis, this is
just a game so I won’t spank you too hard but do you remember why and
how I spanked you the first time?” He was still staring at her thrust out chest and trying to see behind
her to catch sight of the bottom he was going to spank so he missed her
embarrassed smile as she said, “I wanted you to take my panties off and
you said it was going to cost me a spanking. I agreed and you spanked
me, first over the panties and then with them gone. Can I assume you
have a similar scenario in mind this evening?” He nodded and added, “I think a spanking before each layer protecting
your rear end would carry the idea even further so you can count on one
over your pants, which you probably won’t feel at all, one over your
panties and then one on your bare bottom. And, you’re going to ask me
for each one. Do we understand each other?” He was right about the first one of his intended spankings being not
much more than a token and she was about to say she agreed to all his
demands but she didn’t want to seem too eager. He would get suspicious
if she didn’t put up a little fight. She argued, “That’s going too far.
I’ve changed my mind. You can forget your silly game and go back to the
TV. It took a spanking to get me to stand nude in front of you the
first time and since Mom’s not here to give me that kind of motivation,
I’ll go back to my book.” She hoped she didn’t sound too strong and hoped he picked up on the hint
she threw out. He did. “That’s fine with me. One way or another
you’re going to do whatever I want and I hope you keep that attitude
tomorrow. I’d love to hear you get the full ‘motivation’ before I get
to play with you and that guarantees that her next visit to your rear
end will be with the hairbrush. Maybe she’ll let me use it too. But
I’ll give you one last chance. Drop your pants and panties and ask me
to spank you now and then we can start the real game. The way I see it
you’re going to get spanked one way or the other and it’s your choice.
Let me do it now or tomorrow’s going to be a very long day. What’ll it
be?” She needed him to spank her right away to justify the way she was going
to act. She just hoped she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew.
She hung her head. “I’ll take the spankings from you but if you make
them too hard you’ll leave marks and then I would have enough evidence
to show Mom how you forced me to submit to them. I wouldn’t want to be
in your shoes if she knew you were taking it upon yourself to punish me
without her consent. Do we have a deal?” He was gloating in his success and said, “Yes. Stand next to me.” He turned her chair away from the desk and sat down. She could feel
herself getting excited as she waited for his command. He remained
silent and she realized he had already given her his instructions.
She
unsnapped her jeans and they slid to her ankles. Next she gave him her
best scared doe look before pulling her panties down to her knees. He
patted his thigh and she climbed on. It was just as frightening and
exciting as she remembered although she had never in her life had so
many clothes on when she was over anyone’s lap like this. Granted, her
bottom was unprotected but somehow she felt less vulnerable with her
breasts covered. She managed a smile as she knew he would take care of
that problem shortly. He instinctively understood that he didn’t have
to strike hard to establish his dominance over her and although he
imparted a significant sting it was not only bearable but reminiscent of
his first effort. She was getting turned on and timed her promise to
obey him in every way perfectly. He knew (thought) he had won the first
battle and sent her to a corner. She was hobbled by the clothes at her
feet but he did not allow her to put them back in proper order or to
take them off. He gazed at her slightly red bottom and told her to face
him. He shocked her a little when he opened his fly and extracted his
erection. As he stroked himself he said, “I’ve been thinking about this
little game and as you see, it’s had an effect on me. I had to suffer
with this thing threatening to burst my zipper last time and thought,
‘Why not get a little relief early?’ I’m sure you don’t mind and it
won’t reduce the fun I intend to have with you so the answer is’ Why
not?’ Do I hear any objections?” She shook her head and said, “There’s a box of tissues on my bedside
table. I’ll get one for you.” As she shuffled in that direction he said, “Not so fast. I must confess
something first. I’m guilty of eavesdropping on you and Mom. That’s
how I found out I could get away with touching you.” She stopped in her tracks. “You little sneak. What else did you hear?” His evil smile told her before his words confirmed it. “I heard how
Uncle Bob and Uncle Cliff used to do their part in saving the
environment by not wasting tissues. If Mom could do that for them you
can follow tradition and do that for me.” He pointed to the floor in front of him and she turned beet red. While
she was excited about displaying herself and letting him touch her she
hadn’t considered the possibility that she would have to take an active
role is satisfying him. But it fit right into her demonstration of
submission and her old friend humiliation gave her the impetus to kneel
at his feet and replace his hands with hers. Given this young man’s
inexperience with the opposite sex and the feel of soft hands stroking
him he didn’t last very long. The first spurt startled her and landed
on her face. She quickly put her mouth over the geyser and keep the
rest from making a mess on the floor. Angela was new at this kind of
activity also and was surprised at how much came out and had to swallow
quickly before she realized it to keep up with the flow. The taste of
humiliation was stronger than the saltiness of his effusion. He
completed her mortification by wiping the semen off her cheek and making
her lick his fingers. After putting himself back in his pants he had her put her clothes to
rights and said, “That was fun. We’ll do that again later but now I
want you to see your breasts.” She was spared his groping over her shirt and bra but when they were
gone he stood next to her and put his hand palm up in hers. “Let’s see
if my very smart sister can figure out where this should be.” Smart sister not only knew where he wanted his hand, she wanted it there
also. She put it on her breast and gently stroked herself with the tips
of his fingers. He liked the feel of her soft skin, the knowledge that
it was a girl’s breast and since he was still under the impression that
she was doing this because of his forceful nature he enjoyed the moment
on three levels. He also found special satisfaction in her
mortification as he asked if any of her boyfriends had ever put a hand
on her bare breast. When she shook her head he twisted the knife. “So
your little brother is the only one who has had this pleasure and you
were so happy to let him do it you’ve even put my back to touch you
again.” She shamefully acknowledged his biting comment with a red faced nod.
Next he wrapped his hand around her small breast squeezed hard enough to
make her wince. He smiled and said, “You want me to grab you like this,
don’t you.” She whimpered, “It hurts.” He snapped, “That doesn’t answer my question. You want me to hold you
like this even if it does hurt. Don’t you?” She winced as he squashed it again. She couldn’t understand what was
happening to her but she moved his other hand to her unoccupied breast
and moaned, “Yes. Do it to both of them.” After mauling her for a minute her moved his attack to her nipples. As
he pinched and pulled she was leaning into him and her hands were right
on top of his assisting in holding his fingers tight. As before, he
stepped backward and pulled her around the room by these two little nubs
and when he put his mouth on them and sucked gently she moaned in erotic
and humiliated response. He came up for air and said, “My magazines say that when a girl’s
nipples stick out like that she’s either cold or she’s getting turned
on. Which is it Angela?” She couldn’t bring herself to say how much she wanted him to continue
but she couldn’t lie either. She whispered, “It’s not the cold.” He accepted that answer and said, “There’s another way to tell if a girl
is aroused isn’t there?” She nodded and he enjoyed asking how. She took one of his hands and put
it between her legs. “She gets very wet down here.” He gave that area a little rub and said, “And are you very wet?” She nodded again and he asked, “Your pants feel pretty dry to me. How
can I be sure you really are aroused?” “You could take my pants off.” He smiled. “I might consider that if you asked me very nicely.” He moved his hand against her and she said, “Please, please. I’m
begging you. Please take my pants off or let me take them off so you
can feel how wet I am. I want you to feel how wet my panties are and
then take them off too. You can put your fingers in me like you did
last time.” He liked that idea but he was having too much fun making things
difficult. He again asked if he had been the only male to have had his
hand there. He loved the look on her face as she answered, “Yes and
before you have to say it I will. I’m begging my little brother to take
my clothes off and touch me where no other boy is allowed to go. Do it
already.” Her arousal was magnified by her humiliation and he smiled at his
conquest. “Sorry Sis, but the pants stay on.” In frustration she asked why and was told, “You haven’t asked for your
spanking with them on.” She immediately responded, “Please, please spank me. Feel what it’s
like to spank me over my pants and then spank me on my panties and then
spank me on my bare bottom and then please touch me.” Satisfied, he sat down and put her on his lap. Her desire for his touch
heightened as she assumed this posture and his swats delivered no pain
but just added fuel to her ever growing fire. When she stood up and
just about tore her pants off, she boldly grabbed his hand and put it
back on her crotch. He acknowledged the truth of her earlier statement
and after a quick finger flick under the thin material he patted his lap
again. Before she could reposition herself there was a loud click from her
desk. He investigated and found a small tape recorder that had just
turned itself off as it reached the end of the tape. She tried to grab
it from him as he rewound it and pushed the play button. It had
recorded every word since he came into the room including his confession
that he intended to lie to get her into trouble and at first he was
furious that she had tricked him. Mom was going to kill him when she
found out and it slowly sunk into his mind that Angela had the evidence
to refute his accusation and could’ve called his bluff. She could see
where his thought processes were taking him and she had to lean against
the wall to keep herself on her feet. As humiliating as it was to be
his little plaything it was nothing compared to him knowing that she did
it even when she didn’t have to. She slid to the floor and put on arm
over her breasts and the other hand covering the part she was begging
him to touch only a minute ago. He turned the tape off and walked to her. She was crying and trying to
push him away as he gently helped her to stand again. He fought her off
her ineffectual attempts to hit him and held her close. In an unusually
quiet voice he whispered into her ear, “Don’t cry Sis. I’m not sure I
understand what’s happening here so maybe you can explain it to me.
You
really didn’t mind the way I treated you in my room and the things we’ve
done tonight?” She forced herself to nod and hugged him tight as she said, “I didn’t
like the way you spanked me when Mom joined us but �” She couldn’t finish her sentence but she didn’t have to. He saw her for
what she was. Not in an unkindly light as a cheap slut but a girl who
liked to be mastered. His magazines had a few stories about that but he
never thought they were about real people. Now he not only knew one,
she had given herself to him. The only real question now was if she was
still willing to let him have her or did her desire disappear with the
protective charade. He said, “I’ll go if you want but I’d like to stay.
Regardless of why you let me do these things to you, I still want to do
them.” He moved his hand to her bottom. She didn’t object even when he rubbed
it firmly. Emboldened by her lack of response, he continued, “I believe
I was about to spank you over these.” She sniffled and nodded. He took that as her agreeing to get back into
their game and whispered, “Ask me for it.” He had to strain to hear her but he smiled broadly at the words, “Please
spank me so I can take my panties off for you.” No other words were exchanged as he led her to the chair and put her
over his lap. But when he raised his hand she said, “Do it hard.” He asked, “What about Mom seeing the marks?” She continued to stare at the floor as she said, “She’ll never see them
unless I tell her about them. I deserve more than a few token swats.
I’ll have to be careful when I sit down tomorrow so she won’t know but
right now I need a really good spanking. Please.” Although much harder than he planned, it was well short of the kind of
spanking she would’ve gotten from her mother. Still, it really hurt and
put her back in the submissive mood. After all, what girl wouldn’t obey
the commands of someone who spanked her that hard and was capable of
spanking even harder. The hand that just brought her to tears
discovered that her facial cheeks weren’t the only thing getting wet.
The truth is that even during her humiliation at Kevin finding out about
her secret desire to be dominated, her level of arousal had not
diminished. Her pleas for him to put his fingers under the fabric were
as sincere as ever. In a very foolish move he said, “Not yet. Knowing that you want to be
my little plaything and letting me spank you has really got me turned
on. Let’s take care of that before I spank you again.” His statement could’ve resulted in her calling a halt to the festivities
but it paid off. She dug into his pants and had him in her mouth before
he knew it. She was an eager learner and between her enthusiasm and his
guidance as to what felt the best she gave him the best oral sex had
ever experienced. Well, unless you count that business of catching his
sperm in her mouth earlier, it was actually his only experience but it
was great anyway. She was not only wanting to please him as a good
little slave should, she was hoping to finish quickly so he could get
back to touching her. After her spanking, that is. For that, he sent her to the bed and after peeling her panties off she
held her legs up and apart. As he did last time, he slowly traced his
fingers along her thighs and brought her to a fever pitch as he got
closer and closer. But at the last possible moment he changed
directions slightly and his hand cupped her bottom as he pushed it up
until she was folded in half. She was unashamedly begging him to put
his fingers in her when she felt a hard slap on her rear end. He
reminded her that he intended to spank her without her panties before
doing anything else and every syllable was punctuated with another very
hard swat. She was hurting and keeping herself up to his attack.
Although not on her mind at that instant, he was making it very hard for
her to sit down without telegraphing the previous night’s activities to
her mother on Saturday. With the house to themselves she could screech
at the force of his blows but she never made any effort to avoid them.
In fact, every sharp sting made her want more and she said, “Yes, spank
me hard. Tie me up and spank me more.” He stopped for as long as it took to tie her hands and feet the way she
had been bound for the inner thigh spanking. She realized that she was
totally powerless to prevent him from spanking her there as well as her
bottom but that very same feeling of helplessness got her more excited.
It was only a few swats later that he moved his contact point to this
vulnerable area. While his attention to this part of her was not nearly
as hard as when he and his mother punished Angela it was painful. Her
imagination increased the effect and she reveled in her defenseless
state by struggling against her bonds in vain as he varied his spanks to
include her bottom, the backs of her thighs, the insides of her legs and
then the indignity(?) of stopping while she was begging for more. She had almost forgotten why she wanted him to take her clothes off
until he roughly pushed two fingers into her. She groaned in delight as
he shoved them in and out very fast and she had enough free movement to
bounce herself up and down with him. He was getting good at reading her
responses and just as she started humping uncontrollably he used his
unoccupied hand to swat her bottom and thighs again as hard as he could.
The combination of the pain and the heavenly delight of his two fingers
splitting her open drove her up and over the wall. He leaned over her to play with her breasts again and the front of his
rough jeans were rubbing her crotch to ecstasy. The resurrected object
behind that material was enjoying the ride also but it wanted its
freedom and then to be imprisoned in a new place. By most societal
conventions they had long ago crossed the line that defined incest but
were they ready for the final act? Angela was too far gone into another
orgasm to know what Kevin contemplated and expressed extreme frustration
when he stepped back. She was vaguely aware of the sound of his zipper
but when she raised her head and saw him taking all his clothes while
staring at her vagina she understood all the implications. Bound as
she was, she was easy pickings for any passing rapist and if you
listened carefully you could hear the sound of her sexual desire packing
up and leaving quickly. She almost screamed, “Kevin! No! Not that!
Untie me and I’ll suck on you for as long as you like. Please, please
let me take you in my mouth.” He showed a satisfied smile and said, “Don’t worry Sis. I have no
intention of taking your virginity without your permission but I wanted
to hear my sophisticated big sister beg to give her little brother
another blow job.” Realizing how he manipulated her again she was mortified but as he
released her from the physical bonds she was still bound by her promise.
He lay on the bed and had her crawl perpendicular to him so he could
plant a few encouraging smacks to her rear end as her face was lowered
over him. A finger or two between her red cheeks discovered that after
allaying her fear of rape, she was quickly returning to the aroused
state of submission. A few hard pokes got a moan or two that felt most
enjoyable to him. As it was his third attempt within the last hour he
was not quickly satisfied and Angela’s rear end was bright red and
stinging by the time she felt his hand on the back of her head to hold
it on him as he pumped himself into her. The spanking and now this
rough manhandling as he forced her to take him deep into her mouth
started her on another trip to orgasm. Her journey was delayed as she swallowed and licked him clean but as
soon as he released her head she rolled onto her back and took matters
into her own hands. He instinctively knew how to make it even better
for her. He made her stop and sent her to a corner with explicit
instruction not to touch herself until he gave her permission. He
watched her squirm in frustration while he got dressed. Then he told he
to get back on the bed and he would watch her bring herself off. What she wanted to do a moment ago became another humiliation as she
couldn’t help but to obey him. It was quite a show she performed and
the moment of climax was punctuated by his applause and a magnificent
wave of mortification. When she came back to earth he allowed her to get dressed and as he
hugged her he said, “That was fun. We’ll have to do this again soon.” She had a funny smile as she replied, “Not to soon. Give my poor bottom
a chance to recover first but Yes, it was fun. By the way, thanks for
not �” He loved the way her voice trailed off and after all they had done
together she was still embarrassed to say some things. He stroked her
hair and said, “Your welcome. I like the things we did and I liked
tying you up like that but rape is not my style. Besides, I’m patient
and my bet is that it won’t take too many sessions like this before
you’re begging me to fuck you.” Although he couldn’t see her red face he felt he stiffen in anger and
then slump in the knowledge that he was probably right. Little brother
or not, he had turned her into a sex addict and she knew she would fall
into her submissive little sex slave role for him on a moment’s notice
and once in that mind set she would eventually agree to fulfill all his
demands. More than that, she would beg him to let her serve him in
every way.