Part Two
There I was, blindfolded and my wrists handcuffed to my ankles, on my knees on our coffee table. With my forehead against the wood and my red ass high in the air facing the door. And with my little sister running her fingers over the stripes on my ass. It was all my own doing–I had handcuffed myself on top of the coffee table, to please Hatch.
“Why did he spank you? What with?”
“Sis, please. Hand me the key.”
She laughs. A good laugh, with a touch of cruelty mixed in. This sends a chill up and down my spine. “Oh, I don’t think so. That wouldn’t please Hatch.”
“He won’t mind. I did this myself, for him. He won’t know. Please.”
“What fun would that be?”
Another shiver. Her little hand smacks my ass, twice. I gasp. “I asked you a question–why did he spank you?”
“I made him a to-do list. He wasn’t happy about it. He spanked me out back.”
“I bet that turned you on.” Her fingers slip down my ass and then trickle over my pussy. I can’t help it–I arch up, hoping she’ll rub my clit. “Did you come hard?”
“He didn’t let me. He came in my mouth.”
“Poor girl.”
Her fingers leave my pussy, then I feel them in my hair. She lifts my head up, then kisses me. Her tongue pushes deep into my mouth. Then she licks my lips.
She says, “I can taste him. Not like the real thing, though.” She lowers my head back to the table.
This spins my clit. I’ve always wanted to see Hatch’s cock in Jacqueline’s little mouth. Fucking it. Like mine an hour ago. Pounding her sweet pussy. Or that big head of his forcing it’s way into her tiny asshole. Her virgin asshole, as far as I know. Hatch fucking her red and bruised ass. I grind my hips against the air, desperately needing to come.
Yes, I know it’s twisted. That’s why I’ve never told either of them a word about it.
Her hand returns to running over my ass. “Do you remember, when we were growing up and Mom used to leave you in charge? What did you used to do to me, Sis?”
Oh fuck.
“I’m sure you remember,” she says. I feel her hand leave my ass. Then if smacks both cheeks. Pretty hard–not as hard as Hatch, but with my ass already red and striped, I feel them.
She keeps smacking it. “Well?”
“I spanked you, when you misbehaved.”
“Oh, it was more than that. You couldn’t wait for Mom to get out of the driveway before you were pulling down my shorts.”
“I always got the feeling you didn’t mind.”
“Except you never let me come. Teased me and teased me and made me beg, but I always had to wait until later and do it myself.” She starts smacking my ass, harder and harder. Suddenly she shoves a finger deep inside me. Fuck I’m close. “You of course came plenty. How did you come, Sis?”
The finger leaves. She starts spanking me again. “How?” Her voice has turned demanding. A little mean.
“With your tongue,” I manage.
“Yes, you liked sitting on my face. You made me quite the little pussy licker.”
I can’t help myself–I smile at the memory.
She stops spanking me. I feel her lips on my sore ass, kissing it. Sweet little kisses all over. Her tongue traces the welts. The tip nears my asshole. The kisses surround it, then she lightly runs her tongue up my crack. She works her way back down, skipping my asshole and licking my taint. She kisses around my pussy. I arch up higher, needing, wanting her tongue inside me.
Her tongue brushes over my lips.
“Please,” I moan.
She chuckles. Her tongue disappears. “You weren’t close, were you?”
Smack! Her hand finds my ass again. “And I’m sure you remember when Jen came to visit.” Jen was our cousin–a year younger than me and a year older than Jacqueline. “You guys took turns spanking me. And making me lick both of you. Your pussies. Your nipples. Your toes. Even your asses. My tongue was sore for three days. So was my ass. How many times did you come that day?”
I have no idea, but I remember it being glorious. Jacqueline’s head buried in Jen’s pussy as I encouraged her with the hairbrush from behind. I remember coming just by rubbing my clit against her hot, red ass as Jen screamed out an orgasm, her hand in my sister’s hair as she humped her face. It was the thought of Jackie’s tears mixing with Jen’s juices that had sent me over the edge.
“And what did you spank me with?”
“I–I don’t remember.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Her hands leave me skin and I miss her touch. I hear her walk way and then climb the stairs. I know what she’s going to look for. And find.
A few minutes later she comes back, the sound of wood smacking against her palm sending shivers across my skin.
I start, “Please, Jacq, I’ve already been…”
CRACK. The hairbrush smacks into my left cheek, low and mean, right where so many from Hatch’s belt tore me up.
“I don’t remember a sore butt getting me out of any spankings, do you? What did you used to say? ‘If you weren’t such a naughty girl, Jacqueline, I wouldn’t get one spanking on top of another.”
CRACK CRACK. It’s the hairbrush Hatch made me pick out myself. To please him. Smooth, rich wood and fuck does it hurt.
CRACK CRACK.
“And I seem to remember you making me ask for them, Sis. Do you remember that?”
“Yes.” My voice rasps out.
“I think 25 on each cheek will have you crying nicely. Especially on this poor bottom. Don’t you think?” I groan. “And if not, another 25 maybe. Ask for them, Sis. Beg for them, like I had to.”
I do. I beg my sister to spank me. To spank me hard. And she does. Wickedly. Every one low on my ass–my sit spot–and they get harder as it goes on. Or is that my ass getting sorer? By the eighth, there tears start. By fifteen, I’m crying good. Begging for her to stop. My ass can’t stand it any more and I start moving to get away.
“Naughty naughty. That’s going to cost you extras. It’s nice that you’ve got the paddle and this strap-thing right here–that should come in handy.”
She rubs my bottom. Her hand feels cold and good.
“Arch up for me. Don’t make me give you too many extra’s.” Her hands adjust my ass, arching my back. She rubs the hairbrush over my ass. Fuck it’s tender. She teases my pussy with it, rubbing it up and down very lightly. I move my ass, trying to get more of the brush.
She gives it to me–hard, solid swats all over my ass. I can hear her breath–she’s breathing hard–getting even for so many spankings all at once.
Then the 25 are done. Her fingers return to my ass. “So nice and hot. I can tell why you liked it–my pussy is on fire.” She uses both hands to rub and knead my sore cheeks. It hurts and feels good (the combo I love).
“Oh, I almost forgot about the extras. We can’t have that.”
Suddenly the long paddle is rubbing against my ass. The evil paddle. What Hatch uses when I’ve actually been bad. I can feel the holes in it across the welts already on my ass. The paddle leaves my ass. I close my eyes. Hear Jacqueline grunt.
The paddle cracks into my ass. I feel it flatten my cheeks. Time stops, then the pains explodes across my skin like fire. I half scream.
“Oh, yes, I think that will keep you in line. I like how light it is. Very nice. Thank God you didn’t have one of these growing up.”
The paddle taps my ass again. I take deep, deep breaths.
“Arch up. Get that ass high.” I do, wanting to please her.
The second one is lower. Worse. When will I ever be able to sit down again?
She gives me six in total. By the end, I’m a crying blob of nerves, my mind empty and pure.
I feel her lips kiss my ass. Tenderly. Sweetly. Her fingers find my pussy, rubbing the outside of it. She starts running the kisses and her tongue down my crack. Her tongue finds my asshole. She pushes it in. Fuck I’m close.
Two fingers push into my pussy, deep. God it feels good. So good. Her other hand finds my clit and two fingers start rubbing it. I warn myself that she’s going to stop. She’s going to tease me and make me beg. She doesn’t. Her fingers fuck my pussy with deep, slow strokes in and out. Her tongue pushes in and out of my ass.
The fingers disappear from my clit. She spanks me, my left cheek. Her tongues goes even deeper inside me.
With a long, low moan, I come. Her hand spanks me again. Like a white wave, the pain and the orgasm swirls together. I lose myself in it. Lose my mind.
I come to on my side, still on the table, the blindfold around my neck.
Jacqueline kneels down next to me. Kisses my lips. Her fingers play across my nipples. “Did you like that, Sis? Was it what you needed?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Thank you.” She kisses me again. I say, “I want to lick your pussy.”
The door opens. Hatch’s shadow fills the room. He says, “What the fuck?”
