My name is Mike and this is what happened to me when I was 25. I’d visited a massage parlour and enjoyed the casual sex. The girls were sexy, willing to try anything which was a real turn on. I wasn’t leaving Sally so I persuaded myself that this was OK and the sex was amazing.
Unfortunately, Sally’s sisters, Alison and Jen, found out and pretty much forced me to accept their punishment or they’d tell Sally. My punishment had been cut short because Alison’s friend disrupted the party and I was warned that I was to be invited back to conclude the punishment.
Every time the phone rang I jumped, expecting the call to go back. It had now been ten days since my visit to Alison’s house. Every time I recalled that day I got a hard on even though it had been a painful experience.
A message popped up on my mobile: ‘Call me.’ It was from Alison.
Mixed feelings. I had a cold feeling in my stomach but I also felt my penis growing.
I rang Alison’s number and just got a curt, “Come over now. It’s time.”
I was out doing some odd chores so at least I didn’t have to make excuses to Sally. I pulled up at Alison’s. The house had a view straight down the short road and I could see both sisters at the large lounge window where I had stood, naked, just ten days before.
The front door opened as I reached it and there was Alison, in a tight little crop top, cut away so that her breasts were clearly on view with her nipples pushing through the small amount of material that covered them. As she walked back in to the house I noticed her tight bum cheeks moving inside the tightest pair of hot pants that I had ever seen and which left little to the imagination. I was taken into the lounge fully aware of my growing erection.
Alison gave no indication of any difference in her behaviour. She began, “You know why you are here. We didn’t get to finish your punishment last time so we’ll put that right this afternoon. Take off your clothes and remember to stand in front of the window for maximum embarrassment.“
Little Miss Perfect, Jen, came in smiling from the kitchen to watch. Except she was no longer Little Miss Perfect. What was going on? Jen was wearing a flimsy cotton dress that barely covered her bum and it showed a significant amount of cleavage as she was not wearing a bra. I couldn’t think of a way to ask why they were dressed so provocatively.
I stripped down to my underpants. Jen reminded me which punishments were still to come. Six strokes of the cane on my bum from each of them, and six strokes of nettles on my cock from each of them. I removed my underpants, releasing my throbbing erection.
Jen left the room and returned with a whippy looking cane and a vase of freshly picked nettles. I gulped at the thought of those in contact with my cock.
“The cane first,” Alison informed me. “Bend over the coffee table.”
As I started to bend over, two young women were walking up the road. As they got closer, one of them glanced through the window and screeched. Grabbing her friend, she pointed. I could do nothing as Jen grabbed my arm to keep me standing so they had the perfect view. I glanced at Jen and got an eyeful of firm attractive tit through the gap in her dress.
It seemed like ages before the voyeurs waved and then walked off.
Jen released me. “Bend over.”
Alison forced my legs apart and took up her position behind me. I heard a few practice swings before the first stroke hit home. I leapt up, my cock swinging around to their obvious delight.
Jen moved close, took hold of my cock and whispered, “Every time you try to stop us or stand up, we will spank this.” And she slid back my foreskin. I didn’t care; her tit almost fell out and my cock hardened.
Alison continued, swish, swish, swish, a stinger that made me put my hand across my bum.
“Oh dear, that’s two on your cock.” Jen smiled.
I took the two remaining cane strokes from Alison before she moved round to my side. “Stand up.”
I looked across at Alison and saw her nipples were now firmly pushing through the material of her crop top and again my erection throbbed.
She rubbed the cane along the shaft, making sure that the helmet was fully exposed. I waited with dread. She flicked the cane in the air, making me cringe.
I was grateful that Alison did not strike my cock as hard as she’d hit my bum but it stung as my erection bounced after stroke two. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it to ease the sting.
“If you touch your penis after I spank you, I will add more strokes,” Jen whispered. “Bend over.”
I had a feeling that Jen would not be so careful striking my cock so I was determined to remain bent over. Five strokes, each getting harder and I stayed bent over but the sixth caught me at the top of my thigh and I leapt up.
Judging from her laugh, she had planned to make me stand.
“Stand up straight.”
My cock had softened a little during this caning.
Jen took hold and began to arouse me back to a full erection. At the same time a young woman was walking up the road and looked in just as Jen let go of my hard on. She got as close to the house as she could before smiling and walking on as I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.
Jen seemed pleased with my embarrassment. She picked up the cane but Alison took her aside briefly and Jen’s smile vanished.
“Alison says I can’t hit you hard on your cock with the cane.” Jen used the cane to reveal the helmet and then swish, a stinger on the tip making me cry out loud, but I didn’t touch it.
Jen was definitely more keen than Alison to make my punishment count and she made me lie on my back along the coffee table facing the window. She stood between my legs to position me to her liking. Her tits were almost coming out of her dress but, even more remarkable, I realised she was not wearing any panties.
Alison pulled on a garden glove, picked up one of the fresh nettles and kneeled down between my legs, forcing me to keep my legs apart and leaving me totally vulnerable. Jen moved just behind my head but stepped forward to watch my punishment. I glanced up and was rewarded with a total clear view of her very moist slit.
Alison stroked my penis rigid, then started to stroke the nettle down the length of my cock, around the helmet and then down the shaft to my balls. I felt a strange tingle for a few moments and then it began to sting. The stinging grew as she pushed the nettle between my legs, into my balls and then back up to the head. She then used the nettle to spank my cock until I cried out.
I could tell Jen could not wait for her turn to punish me.
She put on the glove and picked another fresh nettle, a strong stemmed one by the look of it.
She too knelt down between my legs, her smiling face in line with my rigid member. “You remember why we’re punishing you?”
I nodded and waited, holding my breath as she pulled down the foreskin to reveal a glistening head, dripping in pre-cum. She rubbed her fingers around the head so that I nearly came.
“You don’t seem to be too sorry for your misbehaviour,” she said before striking my shaft with the firm stem of her nettle.
“Shit!”
The sting of the stem seemed stronger than the leaves and that was not missed by Jen. She turned the nettle round and began rubbing it back and forth along my shaft. By now I had tears running down my cheeks but at the same time I was enjoying the weirdest electric pulses as my cock became ever more rigid.
Now using the stem she pushed it into my balls and then around the helmet until I cried out.
“Don’t move,” Alison instructed me. “Your punishment is over but you need to know that in planning it and carrying it out we became quite aroused so we’re going to use you.”
With that Alison pulled her crop top over her head and dropped it on the sofa before slipping off her hot pants. She stood directly in front of me, tall, slim, with very firm full tits and very moist shaved slit. She stood astride me and the coffee table and gently lowered herself onto my throbbing erection.
As she did, Jen slipped out of her tiny dress, confirming my initial thoughts that she was wearing nothing else. Alison slowly moved up and down on my cock, sending more electric pulses through my body.
I glanced up to see Jen moving astride my face. She lowered her oozing slit over my mouth and quickly my tongue found the sweet spot, making her cry out.
Alison was moving quicker and quicker, moaning as my erection pushed further and further inside. I reached up and stroked her tits before reaching up and holding Jen’s. They were smaller than Alison’s but very firm and her nipples were rigid.
I was in seventh heaven, being fucked by Alison and using my tongue on Jen. I reached again for Alison’s tits and squeezed her nipples gently. I was rewarded by a sort of scream and I felt her vag pulsate before she almost fell off me and scuttled off.
Jen wasted no time and took her place over my cock. I held her tits as she lowered herself onto me. She began moving up until I was nearly out before dropping down until I could go no further. I squeezed her tits and watched her face as she got faster and faster. I was trying to make this last but I couldn’t hold much longer and then we both came with an almighty cry as I shot my load inside her.
Alison returned, very red-faced in a sort of dressing gown. Jen was still stark naked next to her. Both were trying hard to sound serious but finding that difficult given what had taken place.
“We have finished your punishment,” Alison began. “We hope the punishment has taught you a lesson.”
Jen’s smiling face told a different story as she stared longingly at my slowly deflating cock. She tried to sound serious but I hardly heard much as I studied her very attractive naked body.
Eventually, I heard, “Get dressed, and not a word to Sally.”
I enjoyed watching Jen’s firm bottom cheeks as she left the room before I got dressed and left quietly.
