The following morning, she woke with the remaining sting in her bottom, reminding her of what they’d done yesterday. That delicious tingling had diminished but was still present enough to fuel another self-love session. Laying on her side, she slid one hand into her panties while her cheeks were squeezed roughly by the other. She would have pulled her panties down and smacked her bottom, but the fear of discovery restrained her hand. She chuckled to consider what her mother would think if she found her other child also spanking herself.
Sean had no physical reminders of the afternoon with his sister, but the memory was just as fresh in his mind as he tried to predict what the evening would bring. He, too, considered a spanking by his own hand and knew his remote location in the basement would conceal it as it had so many times before. He chose not to, though, feeling that denying himself could only enhance what was to come later that day.
They felt like two kids before Christmas, the time passing agonizingly slow. Throughout the day, they gave each other knowing smiles, anticipating the evening differently. Like her brother the prior afternoon, Kylie would get her first experience as a ‘top,’ while Sean would get his first spanking from someone other than himself. She planned what she would do when the time came while Sean was quivering with anticipation, wondering what ‘more than one surprise’ meant.
“We’ll see you later and call if we’re going to be past midnight,” their mother said, standing at the door to the garage while dad already had the car started. “Good night! Have fun, you two!” she offered, but something didn’t feel quite right.
She was always happy about how well they got along with little of the sibling rivalry so common even in young adults, but something about their sendoff was unusual. Rarely were they both around to say goodbye when they’d go out for an evening. She trusted them enough not to throw some wild party while they were out, but they seemed to have something planned. She resigned herself to check on them in an hour or two.
“We will! Bye, Mom!” they said in unison, adding under their breath, “Oh yes, we will!”
They watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and up the street, carrying their parents to the party that would likely last well into the night, leaving them alone for their own kind of party.
“I thought they’d never leave!” he said when they turned to face each other with excited smiles.
“Yeah, finally!” she replied, not because they were late leaving but because the anticipation was killing them both. “Now, go downstairs and wait for me. I’m going to wait a bit to make sure they don’t come back for something they forgot, okay?”
He wanted to kiss her but thought better of it. He satisfied himself with the swat on the butt she gave him to send him off. While getting his first real spanking was what thrilled him most, he also looked forward to whatever would come after. Last night, this morning, and throughout the day, his crush on his beautiful sister grew almost to the point of worship. He couldn’t wait to be across her knees getting spanked, her delicate hands put to a more taxing purpose, but there was an undeniable flavor of lust for her as well.
Kylie waited until she heard him bounding excitedly down the stairs before starting some final preparations. First, she searched in several drawers before finding the old-fashioned, bristle hairbrush that hadn’t been used in ages. Next, she padded barefoot into the kitchen, not wanting Sean to hear her footsteps overhead, and rummaged through the utensil drawer, looking for the wooden spatula she knew was there. Finally, she returned to her room and dressed, or rather undressed, for the occasion.
He nearly fell out of his chair when she arrived, standing in the open doorway as though on display. He first noticed the triangle of black satin that covered her pussy and the thin straps around her waist, which he expected would leave her gorgeous bottom exposed. Next was the matching bra whose half-cups pushed her modest tits up and together for a bit of cleavage she’d never shown before.
She stood there, reveling in the admiration so clearly displayed on her brother’s face. She’d never had a chance to make such an entrance or show off like this with the occasional boy she let into her pants who only wanted to see and touch her naked body. She tried to temper her enthusiasm, fearing what it might lead to.
“You like, Sean?” she asked as she stood with her hands behind her back, proudly thrusting her chest forward.
“Oh my God, Kylie! You look beautiful!” he exclaimed, wishing he could find a more descriptive word.
“Thank you. You will call me Miss tonight, okay?” she said, having decided that if he didn’t like being called ‘daddy,’ he’d not likely want to call her ‘mommy,’ though that was one of her fantasies.
“Yes, Miss! What would you like me to do?” he asked as she walked to the bed, confirming his guess of nothing but a string between her cheeks in back. He stared at the cheeks he’d so loved the day before, smiling at the pink blush that remained from her spanking. He didn’t notice what she’d placed on the bed until she turned around and sat on the end.
“We’ll see if your behavior warrants their use,” she said, noticing his attention on the implements she’d brought and hoping to reduce the apprehension he’d have about her applying them to his naked bottom.
Hope was a better word than apprehension for how he felt. He’d only expected a hand spanking, but this raised his excitement while also increasing the trepidation of whether he’d be able to take what she dished out. He’d used a hairbrush and other more severe tools of the trade on himself, more than liking them, but he worried what their impact would be like in the hands of another.
“So, you’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she asked, beginning the scene.
“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry!” he said, apologizing for his imaginary misdeeds.
“You should know by now that being sorry isn’t nearly enough to ensure you don’t repeat such behavior!”
“Yes, Miss,” he replied sheepishly. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Why don’t you tell me how you should be punished? After all, you’re no stranger to these,” she said, placing her hand on the tools beside her.
“No, Miss. I’m not. You’re going to put me over your knee and spank me, aren’t you?” he said, wishing he was already there.
“Yes, Sean! You’re going to get spanked!” she said with a slight smile at the visible agitation her statement created. “And how should I spank you?”
“On my bare bottom?” he replied as a question, not sure what answer she expected.
“That goes without saying! I was asking how severely you should be spanked!”
“Long? And hard?”
“Yes! Long and hard! And I suggest you refrain from any behavior that would give me an excuse to use my toys! Come here!” she ordered, pointing to the floor on her right side. “Take your shirt off and pull your pants down!”
Oh, how he’d waited to hear those words! His fingers shaking with anticipation, he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and his pants were no better, but finally, his pants were around his ankles, and he waited deliriously for the next long-awaited command.
“Get over my knee, Sean! You’re gonna get a good, hard spanking!” she said, the words exciting her as much as him as she enjoyed the power she had that he willingly accepted.
He lowered himself to her lap, the feel of her shapely thigh against his abdomen an added flavor to the exquisite torture he’d soon feel. Her hands were on his buns, offering a heavenly prelude to the pain that was coming.
“Oh, Miss!” he sighed as her fingers danced across his tingling cheeks.
“Does that feel good, Sean? Hm?” she asked. Leaving no time for his answer, she added, “It’s not supposed to feel good! It’s supposed to HURT!” as her hand crashed into one cheek timed with the last word, and another came to the other without delay.
“Hoh!” he gasped as the sting from the unexpectedly hard smack set in.
“This is what happens to bad boys! They go over my knee for a good spanking!”
As spankos, they shared the common love for the word ‘spank’ in all its forms, and she intended to season her speech frequently with the word now that she had a more-than-willing partner across her knee.
“I’m sorry, Miss! Please don’t spank me so hard!?” he cried, contributing to the enthralling dialog.
After a dozen or so random smacks, she began a pattern she liked, spanking alternate cheeks and moving gradually from the fleshy top to the sensitive sit spots where his cheek met his thigh. She repeated the pattern twice, working her way back up the way she’d come and stopped.
“That’s enough with your underpants on! It’s time you found out what a real spanking on your bare bottom feels like!”
“Oh, please, Miss! Don’t pull my underpants down! It hurts so much already!” he begged, acting his part while savoring the sensations of his underwear coming down, elastic scraping across his cheeks, and the cool air washing over the warm, bare surface.
“You’ve already admitted that you deserve to be spanked on your bare bottom. Do you think I should spare you now? Just stop spanking you?”
“No, Miss!”
“No! Of course not! Now tell me again how you should be spanked!”
“Okay! Please spank my bare bottom, Miss!”
“And?”
“I deserve a long, hard spanking on my bare bottom, Miss!”
“That’s better!” she cried and resumed the pattern from before after christening each naked cheek with a single hard smack.
Disbelieving how much better than expected it felt, he fell out of character, crying, “Oh my God, Kylie! It feels so good!”
It was everything he’d ever wanted and more. The feel of her heavenly thighs against his near-naked body, holding his cock captive. The sound of her hand as it made contact with his jiggling cheeks, particularly when she stepped up the tempo. The playful scolding, delivering on every threat. And most of all, the sting! … that exquisite sting that excited every nerve like nothing else.
“Yeah? You like getting spanked, Sean?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes! Just keep spanking, and don’t stop! Ever!”
“Mmm! I will, Sean! I like spanking you!” she said as she yanked his underwear down from his thighs to join his pants at his ankles, where both were easily kicked off.
She didn’t stop but used her left hand to deliver hard swats from above to his lower cheeks. They recoiled upwards and settled only if the other side gave it a chance but shook every which way when several came on one side in quick succession.
While that hand had him jiggling and shaking, the other traced a line down his cleft, over his anus to his perineum and back, each time putting a little pressure on his back door. After a few trips and groans of appreciation, she stopped, thinking perhaps she was going too far. This was her brother, after all, and while giving something to each other that they couldn’t get elsewhere was okay, getting into full-blown sex was still questionable.
She stopped for a rest because his grunts and groans sounded more like a reaction to pain than pleasure; his sigh of relief when she caressed his red cheeks, confirmed it.
“Have you had enough?”
“Maybe a little more?” he phrased as a question, unsure whether he could take it.
“Maybe a few with the hairbrush?” she asked, holding it up for his approval.
“Yes, please!” he replied, as just the sight of her holding the brush made him want it. Many of his favorite pics were of a woman holding one high, poised to bring it down on an already red bottom.
“Just ten then,” she said, smacking the softest part of his cheek.
“Yeow! Ten on each side!” he pled, belying the cry of real pain.
She allowed him a little more time between each swat to recover as each brought a strong verbal reaction.
To him, it was more like a punishment spanking, where it truly hurt, yet he wanted more. He felt like he should endure it if only to be able to call himself a true spanko, as though a rite of passage. He also liked how the slow pace allowed the sting to bloom with each spank, exciting nerves throughout the targeted cheek. As the twenty progressed, he found he liked the burning ache more with the strike.
“Ten more, Kylie? Please? Harder and faster!” he begged, wanting to feel how the pain would accumulate with a faster pace. “Oh! Ow! Ow-ow-ow-ow! Oh my God! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! More!” he demanded when the ten had been given, yelping with each agonizing swat until he’d finally had enough.
He slowly regained his breath from the unusual strain of squirming and jerking in her lap, not to mention the perseverance of the punishing ordeal that had gone far beyond what he’d imagined Kylie would administer. The sting had become more of a burning sensation with the hairbrush, another unexpected outcome from using an implement. It was all nothing like what he inflicted upon himself.
Kylie sat in wonder over what he’d taken from her, and if there had been any doubt that they’d do this again, it was certainly gone now. She’d been fully prepared and willing to go easy on him with the brush, but he wanted more than she thought he could take. Her wonder included pleasure she hadn’t expected either at being the one to inflict such obvious pain. She had enjoyed spanking him, the feel of his sexy bare butt, the sound of her hand on his bottom, and his undeniable enjoyment, but all those feelings had amped up when she used the hairbrush.
“Are you okay, Sean?” she asked after he lay motionless in her lap, despite her hands gently soothing the tender flesh.
“Okay doesn’t begin to describe it, Kylie! The spanking was amazing by itself, but the hairbrush added another dimension I couldn’t have imagined without experiencing it!” he replied.
As he was about to get up, he noted the erection he’d maintained throughout the spanking had all but disappeared with the pain of the paddling but had now returned with Kylie’s soft hands on his burning bottom. He found himself wishing he could show his gratitude toward her with his tongue between her thighs, but he knew that wasn’t to be. He would have been surprised to find that she was entertaining yet dismissing similar thoughts.
He slid backward off her lap, trying to conceal his obvious arousal by kneeling at her side.
“I know what you’re hiding, Sean,” she said softly, not wanting to embarrass him. “I could feel it growing again when I was rubbing your bottom. Would you like me to take care of it? After all, you made me cum with my spanking.”
He found standing felt good after being over her knee for so long and moved to stand before her, worried that sitting on his sore bottom might detract from what she’d offered to do. He gasped when she took hold of him with one hand wrapped around his stiff shaft and the other cupping his sac.
“I’m glad you liked your spanking! Would you like to do it all again? Spank each other?” she asked as her hand glided along his cock, pointing straight at her chest.
“Yes! Yes, I would!” he groaned as he sped toward his climax.
“Each time we could do a little more!” she offered, with more than the spanking in mind and wishing she could take his impressive cock in her mouth.
“Oh God! Ungh! I’m gonna cum!” he warned, and she moved to her left and directed the three long streams of cum to her side to land on the bed. “Thank you, Kylie!” he said while trying to breathe normally.
“Can you sit?” she asked, patting the bed beside her. “Does it hurt a lot?” she added, noting how he winced even as carefully as he sat.
“Yes, it does! But the pain from the burning feels good, too! I loved the way you spanked me and can’t wait to do it again!”
“It’ll be my turn next. You have no classes on late Monday afternoon, right? Good! Neither do I! I might want to try the hairbrush, too!”
“It hurts so much more, and at the beginning, it’s just painful, but give it a chance, and the extra pain feels – I don’t know, it just felt amazing. I’m sure that’s what I feel now as I sit.”
“We’ll see. I’m not sure I’d like it to be more painful. Maybe we should get a paddle? Like the one on your machine?”
He got up and went to his closet. After rummaging around behind his hanging clothes, he pulled out an athletic bag, laid it at her feet, and sat down again.
“What’s this?” she asked with a curious smile as she zipped the bag open just before the phone rang.
“Hi, Mom!” Sean said with a smile to Kylie. “Yeah, we’re fine. Just watching some TV,” he lied, making funny gestures to his accomplice and rubbing his sore bottom with exaggerated facial expressions. “Kylie’s right here. Do you want to talk to her? No? After midnight? Okay, we’ll probably be in bed by then. Have fun! Bye!” he finished, and they laughed out loud at their mother being oblivious to their subterfuge. The phrase, ‘we’ll probably be in bed,’ conjured images in both their minds of being in bed together.
Turning her attention back to Sean’s surprise, Kylie reached in, grabbed the first thing she felt, and pulled it out. It was a small round paddle, about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with large holes drilled around the perimeter. Turning it over, she found the opposite side covered in soft leather. Smiling at Sean, she reached in again and pulled out…
