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Learning
by T-Luv
©2005
WARNING: You must be at least 18 years of age to read this story. The following story
may describe consensual or non-consensual spanking or other BDSM activity involving one
or more adult women and/or teenaged girls. The story may also describe consensual or
non-consensual sexual activity between adults, between minor persons, or between minors
and adults, and will be clearly tagged as appropriate. Please observe the tags to
determine
whether or not you want to read the story. Do not read the story if the tags indicate
subject matter that you will find offensive.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters in this story are the product of the author's imagination, and do not represent any actual person, living or dead. Any similarities to actual persons are purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone, encourage or participate in the types of activities described within this story. Please be aware of the difference between fantasy and reality when reading this work of FICTION.
COPYRIGHT & PERMISSION: This story is Copyright 2005 by T-Luv. This story may not be reproduced elsewhere without permission of the author. All permitted reproductions must include the unaltered WARNING, DISCLAIMER and COPYRIGHT & PERMISSION notices.
"So, wanna have a little fun before Mom and Dad get home?"
Mandy jokingly asked her brother as they pulled into the driveway.
She reached over and rubbed his cock through his jeans, and was
gratified to feel the bulge harden under her touch.
"Love to, but I've got to get to work myself," Rick replied. "But
don't worry, I'll take care of you after. I'll be home a little after
seven."
"Good, there's something I want you to do for me."
"What?"
"You'll find out!" Mandy climbed out of the pickup and walked to
the house, wiggling her bottom at her brother as she went.
!"!"!"
Jacob McAllister pulled into his driveway at twenty minutes past
five o'clock. He walked into the house at 5:21, and by 5:25 he had
learned from his wife everything he needed to know about Steffi's
most recent misbehavior.
"I really didn't need this today," Jacob said with an exasperated
sigh. "After the day I've had, I really didn't need this." He walked to
the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator. After taking a
couple swigs from the bottle he said, "All right. Get her down here." "One thing first," said Gail. "I bought her some thong panties to
wear when you spank her."
"What? Why?"
"I've decided that you shouldn't be seeing her pussy. Bare her
breasts if you have to, but leave the thong on."
Jacob looked at his wife for a moment, then shrugged and said,
"Okay, whatever. Go get her."
Steffi was already whimpering when she entered the living room
with her mother firmly holding her arm. She was dressed in nothing
but one of her new thongs and a snug, white tanktop. She had
originally put on a bra under the shirt, but her mother had made her
take it off. She was marched right up to her father.
"Here she is, Jacob. I'm going to go finish dinner." Gail turned and headed for the kitchen, leaving Steffi to her father.
"So, you decided to test me. I warned you about what would
happen if you messed around with cigarettes again, and yet you did
it again. When I get done with you, Steffi, you're not going to be
able to sit down for a week!"
"P-please, Daddy..."
"Shut up! We're going to deal with this once and for all. First,
because you got spanked at school, I'm going to give you double
what you got there. What did you get at school?"
"I - I got ten from Mrs. Clifford for being tardy, and thirty from
Mrs. Wainwright for sm-smoking."
"Then you're going to get twenty from me for being tardy, and
sixty from me for smoking," Jacob announced. "Then, I'll give you
my own punishment for smoking." He strode to the shelf where he
kept his spanking implements, then stopped and turned back to his
daughter. "What did Mrs. Clifford spank you with?"
"A paddle," Steffi whispered.
Jacob turned and took the heavy wooden paddle from the shelf.
"Then I'll paddle you, too." Hefting the smooth piece of maple, he
continued, "Bend over the same way she bent you over."
Steffi looked around the room and said, "We don't have a desk."
"Then we'll use the kitchen table. Move!" Jacob smacked Steffi's
bottom, with his hand, to encourage her to cooperate. "Just like you
bent over at school." He watched her bend over and grab the
opposite side of the table. "Good. Now, you got ten from your teacher for being late to class, so you're going to get twenty good ones from me."
With that, the paddling began. Jacob hauled his arm back and let fly, and the paddle cracked against his daughter's already blushing bottom. He had noted that she still bore red marks from the earlier punishment she had received. I'll have to compliment her teacher
and Principal, he thought to himself. Those marks lasted a couple
hours - not bad for a school spanking. He popped her butt again, and
again, adding his own marks to those Steffi had received at school.
For her part, Steffi was doing her best to not cry. Still sore from
her school spankings, her butt was more sensitive than usual to her
father's ministrations. She shuddered, knowing that she was in for
one of the worst spankings ever.
The twentieth blow crashed across Steffi's ass with a resounding
CRACK, and Jacob set the paddle aside. "Now," he said, "We'll double
the punishment you got from Mrs. Wainwright. Tell me how she
punished you." Steffi was rubbing her bottom as she stood up. "She... she has a board in her office that leans up against the wall, like this." Steffi held her arm out at an angle to demonstrate. "Then I had to straddle the board and lay my chest down on it. Then she strapped me on
my bare bottom."
"How wide was the board?"
Steffi held her hands about eight inches apart. "About like this."
"Wait here." Jacob went out the back door and returned a few
minutes later with a plank selected from the pile in the yard. "How's
this?" Steffi nodded.
Jacob led Steffi back to the livng room. "Take the board and set it up like it should be. And be careful not to knock anything over." Steffi took the board and found a spot where she could lean it at
the correct angle. Because she couldn't attach the board to the wall, she had to wedge the lower end against a leg of the sofa. When it
was set she turned to her dad and waited. "Well? Get in position!" Jacob gestured impatiently. Steffi quickly straddled the board and laid her body against it. "A strapping, huh? Good. Now I can try out my new toy." He reached to the top shelf of the nearby bookcase and took down a brand new strap of his own. As he showed it to his daughter, he could see the apprehension in
her eyes. The strap looked mean! It was eighteen inches of leather, stiff with newness, and though it was slightly narrower than the strap Mrs. Wainwright had used, it looked just as painful. "Sixty good ones ought to break it in just fine.
Jacob rested the strap on his daughter's bottom and rubbed it back and forth a few times. He could see Steffi tense in anticipation. "Ready?"
"Noooo..." Steffi moaned.
"Too bad."
The strap went up and back down. It made a loud THWAP! when
it hit Steffi's defenseless butt, and left behind a bright red stripe.
Steffi gasped and jerked, but she didn't cry out. Jacob watched the
welt rise for a moment, and then he whipped Steffi again. And again.
After only ten strokes Steffi's bottom was covered with welts, and
there were plenty more to come. Determined not to give Daddy the
satisfaction of hearing her cry, Steffi bit her lip and did her best to
endure the pain. It was difficult, but she didn't let out more than a
gasp until the whipping was almost over. Around the fifty-third
stroke, a quiet sob escaped, but she clamped her mouth shut and
suffered the remaining lashes in silence.
"All, right, that's all for now. Get up." Jacob put the strap back on
the top shelf of the bookcase. When Steffi was upright he took her
arm and led her to the fireplace. He pointed at the brick hearth.
"Sit."
Steffi looked miserable, but she sat on the hard brick without
argument. The rough brick hurt to sit on, but she did her best to not
let it show.
"Get that shirt off." The teenager blushed, but she obeyed her father's instruction. As she pulled her tank-top over her head, she realized that she was starting to get used to this — she discovered she wasn't quite as embarrassed about being bare-breasted in front of Daddy as she had been on previous occasions. She certainly wasn't yet comfortable
with being almost naked in his presence, but she didn't feel quite so humiliated this time. Of course, seeing the bulge in his jeans didn't help any.
"Put your hands on top of your head. I'm going to eat the dinner your mother has cooked for me, and then we'll finish your spanking. Don't move from that position!" Jacob left his daughter where she
was and disappeared into the kitchen.
When he was gone, Steffi glanced around the room and realized
that none of the curtains were closed. Most notably, the big front
window loomed as a view portal for anybody passing by on the
sidewalk. And Steffi was facing that window. Please, she prayed,
don't let anybody walk past!
!"!"!"
Mandy was surprised when her father came home from work
much earlier than expected. "Daddy!" Still wearing her school
uniform, she jumped up from the couch and ran to hug him. "Why
are you home already?" she asked innocently.
Aaron gave his daughter a peck on the cheek and said, "Oh, I
think you know why I'm here, so why don't you tell me?"
Mandy grinned sheepishly. "I got in trouble at school."
"So I hear. Why?"
"You know why! They told you!" For Mandy, having to confess
was almost more difficult that taking her punishment.
"They did, but I want to hear it from you, young lady."
With a sigh, Mandy proceeded to describe the events of her day.
When she finished, she looked expectantly at her father, wondering
what she was in for.
"Well, Mandy, I had hoped you would have learned something from
the punishment I gave you when I caught you smoking last year, but
it seems I hoped in vain. Well, I'll just try harder to teach you this
time." Aaron set his briefcase aside and removed his necktie, then
unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves
and took his wayward daughter by the arm, leading her to his
recliner. Taking a seat he said, "All right, across my knee." As she draped herself over her father's lap, Mandy was surprised to realize she was eager for her punishment! She didn't usually start getting aroused until the spanking was well underway, but she could feel that she was already damp. Of course, it wouldn't do to give
herself away; if Daddy realized how his spankings affected her, he would probably stop altogether. She settled into position and waited. Aaron flipped up Mandy's skirt to expose her panty-covered
bottom. "I'll warm you up with my hand first, then I'll take care of repeating what you got at school." With that, he went to work. He
spanked his daughter with steady, deliberate swats, making sure he
covered every inch of her bottom. Aaron alternated his spanks
between Mandy's left and right buttocks, and each one landed in a
different spot.
Because she was so accustomed to long, hard spankings with
implements, hand spankings now had little effect on Mandy. She was
relaxed and motionless, calmly soaking up the swats Daddy was
raining down on her bottom, enjoying the warmth she felt spreading
across her backside. She wished he would hurry up and take her
panties down.
After a hundred hand spanks to Mandy's panties, Aaron paused
and said, "Let's see how I'm doing." He hooked a finger under the
waistband and peeled her panties down below her bottom. After
studying her blushing behind he announced, "Not quite ready."
The hand spanking resumed, now on a bare bottom for another
hundred swats. The slap of hand against butt made a sharper sound
now that the cotton panties were no longer there to muffle the
sound. Mandy found the sound almost hypnotic, and the combination of sound and sensation
relaxed her even further. Her mind wandered;
Mandy's thoughts drifted and mixed. How bad was Steffi getting it?
Did Daddy realize that every spank sent vibrations straight to her
pussy?
Mandy's father had to repeat himself three times before the
young girl realized that the warmup spanking was over. She shook
herself out of her daze and heard Daddy's last few words. "... up.
Let's take care of what you got at school." Mandy stood up slowly
and let her skirt fall back down.
"Thanks to your numerous trip to the principal's office last year,
I'm familiar with how Mrs. Wainwright spanks. But what about Mrs.
Clifford?"
"She ... she paddled me. Ten times."
"I'll give you a choice. Do you want me to split it up the same
way you got it at school, or do you want all forty with one
implement?"
"Um, you can split it up."
"All right. Get in position for the paddle." While Mandy bent over
the back of the sofa, he fetched the big paddle. Standing behind her
he said, "Tell me how many to give you."
"Ten, Daddy." Mandy felt her skirt being lifted again.
WHAM! CRACK! WHACK!
The combination of a bare bottom and the way her dad spanked
harder than Mrs. Clifford had an immediate effect on Mandy. Tears
rolled from her eyes, though she didn't cry out loud. But ten powerful
blows with the paddle had Mandy finally feeling real pain. After the
tenth wallop, her dad went to get the strap. Mandy stood and turned
to the wall. Standing about four feet away, she leaned forward and
braced her hands against the wall, slightly above her head. Finally
she spread her feet apart to the width they would be were she
straddling the board in the principal's office. This was the usual position she took when she was getting a "Mrs. Wainwright" at home. Aaron lifted his daughter's skirt once more, tucking it into its own waistband. Without a word, he laid into Mandy with the strap. Thirty hard strokes left the fifteen-year-old sobbing. When it was over,
Mandy dropped to her knees and remained there, crying and rubbing
her bottom.
After giving her time to regain her composure, Mandy's father
announced the next phase of her punishment. "I think smoking is
serious enough to warrant a naked, full-family spanking, and that's
what you would get under ordinary circumstances. However, your
mother and I are planning to go out as soon as she gets home and has showered and changed, and Rick won't be home until seven o'clock. So it's just me, and that's why I came home early. You know what to do."
Mandy slowly stood and removed her skirt. Her blouse and bra followed, and then she removed her panties. Turning to face her father she waited, naked, for his next instruction. "As you know, we give you naked spankings to add a bit of humiliation to your punishment. Normally, letting the whole family see you naked is sufficient. But since it's just me seeing you this time, I've decided to use some new, more embarrassing spanking
positions to compensate. That being the case, I would like you to go upstairs and put on your thong so that I don't see any more than
necessary."
Mandy's head shot up. "B-but Daddy, I d-don't have a th-thong!
You and mom said..."
Abruptly, Aaron grabbed Mandy's arm and bent her over the back
the sofa. Ten quick, hard strokes from the strap made Mandy shriek
in pain and surprise.
"That's for lying, Amanda. For the record, you left your laundry in
the dryer yesterday, and Mom found a thong amongst your things.
Now, get upstairs and put it on, then get right back down here."
Without another word of protest, Mandy ran for her room to get into her thong.
!"!"!"
Jacob zipped his fly while Gail licked his juices from her lips. "Did I
get it all?" Gail asked.
"There's still some on your chin." "Oops!" Gail used a finger to wipe away the last bit of the semen that had leaked out of her mouth, then licked her finger clean. "There. Do you think that will hold you until we've finished punishing Steffani?"
"I think so! Why don't you help me deal with her?" Jacob leaned in close and whispered into Gail's ear, and Gail smiled in response. The two of them strode into the living room. Steffi jumped when they came in, but remained silent. She trembled in fear, though, fully aware that her impending punishment was going to be severe.
"All right, Steffani," said Jacob, "It's my turn. Stand up!" Steffi's tears started to flow as she stood. "Please don't, Daddy!" "Please do you mean! You know good and well that you've earned
this, Steffi. You're not going to beg your way out of it." Jacob
grabbed his daughter's arm and led her to the sofa. "Get up there,
on your knees. Face the arm." He watched his whimpering daughter
obey, adding instructions until she was exactly in the position he
wanted her in, with the fronts of her thighs pressed against the
inside of the arm.
Jacob retrieved his favorite implement: the heavy wooden paddle.
"Hands behind your head," he instructed. Steffi quickly locked her
fingers together behind her head. "I want you to keep them there
until I'm finished. If you move your hands away from your head, I'm
going to start all over again. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
"Good. We'll start with one hundred. Gail, why don't you restrain
her so that she's not tempted to move out of position?"
Steffi was too shocked to protest when her mother stepped in
front of her and pinched both of her nipples between thumb and
forefinger. Only a gasp escaped her lips, and she looked at her mom
incredulously.
"Just to help you stay in position, Steffi," Gail said with a smirk. Steffi luched backward when the first blow from the paddle
cracked across her ass, and she immediately regretted it. Sharp pain shot through her breasts when her nipples were yanked.
"Mommeeeee!" she squealed. "Don't move, and it won't hurt," Gail said simply. But it did hurt. She was pinching her daughter's nipples very tightly.
It took all of Steffi's willpower to remain motionless as the paddling progressed. In an effort to distract herself from the humiliation and the unaccustomed pain in her tits, she concentrated on the familiar pain in her ass by silently counting the blows. … two, three, four, five … It helped somewhat, but it didn't dispel the knowledge that there was much more to come.
!"!"!" "So, um, new positions?" Mandy tried to hide her curiosity behind a facade of nervousness. It worked, since her father honestly had no clue that she enjoyed spankings.
"Yes. When I've spanked you naked in the past, I've made a conscious effort to avoid seeing anything more than your pubic hair," Aaron explained frankly. "However, these new positions would expose far more than hair were you not covered." He looked slightly
uncomfortable, but forged onward. "Your humiliation will come from the fact that we both know that only a strip of thin fabric prevents me from seeing more … detail." Mandy understood what he meant: pink. Despite her relationship
with Rick, Mandy did indeed feel uncomfortable with the idea of her dad seeing everything down there. She reluctantly admitted to
herself that whatever he had in mind sounded like it was going to bring back the humiliation that no longer existed in the "full-family, naked" spankings. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"
Aaron picked up the paddle and sat down in his recliner. "Come sit on my lap, with your back toward me." When Mandy was seated, he continued. "Straddle my legs, and then lean forward until both of your hands are touching the floor." As his daughter followed his instructions, Aaron gripped her legs and guided them up and back until they were spread wide to either side of him. Blood rushed to Mandy's face. It was caused partly by gravity, but mostly it was shame. She was painfully aware that her crotch was pointed right at her father, and the idea that he was looking there chased away any arousal she might othewise have felt. Oh god, I
hope my pussy lips aren't showing! WHACK! The paddle struck Mandy's left buttcheek. The second blow cracked against her right cheek, and then another hit her left. Mandy began to sob as the blows mounted. She cried much harder
than she normally would during a similarly severe spanking in a more conventional position. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when the paddling ended after only fifty blows.
!"!"!" Humiliated and in a lot of pain, Steffi's punishment went on and on. After the paddling with her mom pinching her nipples, she was bent over the arm of the sofa for another hundred with the paddle. That was followed immediately by a hundred strokes from her father's belt. Her father finished her punishment by making her bend over with her hands on the sofa cushions. He made Steffi shriek in agony by administering twenty strokes with that cruel cane of his. The strokes covered her from just below her tailbone to halfway
down her thighs. She knew that the weals on her thighs would be painfully obvious at school the next day. When the caning ended she crumpled to the floor.
"I don't want to have to deal with this again, Steffi," Jacob said
seriously. "If I even hear rumors about you smoking again, count on
getting double what I gave you today. Now I want you to go to your
room and stay there for the rest of the night."
Steffi needed no further encouragement. She gathered up her
shirt and fled up the stairs.
"Oh, and Steffi?"
The teenager stopped at the sound of her father's voice.
"Don't wear that thong out of the house."
"Yes sir," Steffi mumbled before continuing to her room.
Face down on her bed, sobbing, Steffi remembered a suggestion
Mandy had given her — something that would ease the pain. She
reached under her body and slipped her fingers into the front of her
thong. Easily finding her clit, she rubbed gently. She closed her eyes
and imagined that it was Mandy touching her there, licking her there.
Soon she came, and her body rocked gently as the waves of
pleasure intruded upon her pain. Steffi began to masturbate faster, and in a moment another orgasm flooded her senses. She imagined
Mandy putting her fingers into her pussy, and her own fingers
paralleled the fantasy, feeling her wetness and bringing on yet
another climax.
She didn't know when the fantasy changed, but she gradually
realized that she was no longer thinking about Mandy. It was Rick's
dick she imagined was plunging in and out of her. Steffi's next
orgasm was the most powerful she had ever felt.
!"!"!"
At her father's direction, Mandy cleared everything off the coffee
table, then waited.
"Lie down on your back."
Mandy did as she was told, nervously wondering what her father
was going to do now. She was contrite and horribly embarrassed
already, very conscious that her tits were exposed and pointing
upward. She couldn't believe that her dad was going to whip them!
She was swearing to herself that she was never going to smoke
again.
"Now I want you to pull your knees up to your chest, and wrap
your arms around your legs."
Mandy did as she was told, realizing at once that her small
breasts were in no danger. But now her ass was pointing up. She
could feel the crotch of her thong stretching tightly across her pussy
and biting into the crack of her ass.
Aaron set the paddle aside and picked up the strap. "In case you're wondering, this is called the `diaper position'. I'm sure you can guess why."
"Yeah," Mandy mumbled, blushing furiously. "Well, let's continue." Aaron raised the strap and brought it down hard across his daughter's upturned bottom. He concentrated on her sit spot, whipping that area to a bright red. He heard Mandy's miserable wailing but ignored it, determined to teach the teenager a lesson. It didn't cross his mind that the strokes were landing very close to his daughter's genitals — some even striking her there. The thought that this would have a sexual effect upon Mandy was even
farther from his mind. To Aaron Clark, spanking was nothing more
than punishment.
Fifty strokes later, Mandy was well-chastised and humiliated. "Pick
up your clothes and go to your room, Mandy," said Aaron. "I hope
you will remember this the next time you think about smoking!"
"Y-yes, Daddy," Mandy sobbed.
Later, from her room, Mandy heard her mother come home. She
listened to her parents getting ready for their night out, and heard
them leave soon after. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed
Rick's cell phone number. When he answered she said, "It's me. Be
rough." She hung up and called Steffi.
They exchanged descriptions of their respective spankings, and
Steffi described her masturbation fantasies to Mandy. She was shy
about telling Mandy that she had thought about Rick, but confessed
that the orgasms did indeed help with the pain.
"So you like my brother?" Mandy asked, remembering what Rick
had told her.
"Yeah. He's soooo hot!"
"Want me to talk to him?"
"Oh god no! I'll die! Promise you won't say anything!"
"I promise," Mandy replied, smiling slyly to herself.
!"!"!"
Rick had clearly understood what Mandy had meant when she
called him. He came in the front door and went straight to his
sister's room. Walking right in without knocking, he moved to her
bed and yanked the covers off her. He shook Mandy to rouse her
from her feigned sleep, then climbed on top of her.
"Okay, bitch, you're gonna do what I want, or else!" Rick growled.
To emphasize his point he grabbed both of her breasts and
squeezed hard. He rolled off of his sister and unfastened his pants,
freeing his fully erect cock. Grabbing Mandy's hair he pulled her head
to his crotch and ordered her, "Suck it!"
Mandy obediently went down on him. She didn't have to bob up and down, because Rick was forcing her down on his shaft. More than once she had to fight to suppress her gag reflex when the head of Rick's cock banged against the back of her throat. She sucked as hard as she could.
Keeping one hand on the back of his sister's head, Rick reached
between her legs with the other and shoved two fingers into her
pussy. He frigged her hard and fast, keeping it up until she was
soaking wet. As soon as she came he pulled her head away from his
crotch. Rolling her onto her back, he pushed her legs apart and
rammed his cock into her dripping hole.
"Take it, bitch!" RIck growled. He could feel Mandy's pussy
clenching around his rod, and he liked the feeling. His little sister was
so damned tight already, and he didn't know any other girl who could
flex her pussy muscles to make herself even tighter. Out of all the
girls Rick had fucked — and there were quite a few — none were as
good as Mandy.
"Oooooooh … fuck me hard, Rick …" Mandy moaned with pleasure. None of the boys Mandy had fucked had a dick as big as her brother's. The pain of her recent spanking still throbbed, enhancing the sensations that Rick's cock was sending through her. She came for the second time, loudly. Each of Rick's thrusts pressed her sore ass down into the mattress, enhancing Mandy's pleasure
even more and driving away the humiliation she felt during her earlier punishment. She squeezed her tits hard, matching Rick's roughness. "You like big brother's dick, don't you?" Rick asked. "It's the best, ain't it?"
"Oh fuck! I love it!" Mandy gasped as another orgasm rocked her. "Fuck me harder, Rick! Treat me like a slut …" She pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt, and came again.
By this time RIck was slamming into Mandy's pussy as hard as he
could. "You're such a slut, Mandy," RIck grunted.
"I am … I am …" Mandy mumbled. "I'm such a fucking slut!"
"You like it when it hurts, don't you, slut?"
"Yes! Make it hurt, Rick! I want you to make it hurt!"
Rick pulled out and turned Mandy onto her stomach. "Get your ass
in the air!" he commanded. When Mandy complied, he grabbed her
hips and shoved himself back into her cunny. He placed his hands on
her welt-covered ass and squeezed very hard. Mandy groaned in pain
and Rick could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. He slapped
both cheeks simultaneously, making Mandy cry out again. With his
dick still buried to the hilt, he administered ten slaps in rapid
succession to each buttock His sister howled, and he resumed
fucking her hard and fast.
Mandy was soon lost in a near-overload of ecstatic pain and
pleasure. She came again and again, nearly climaxing every time
Rick's hips slapped against her ass. Oh god, this is almost too much! I
can't believe how long he's lasting!
Rick had indeed lasted a long time, but inevitably his own climax approached. "I'm gonna come!" he announced as he pulled out of his sister's box. Mandy immediately rolled over and sat up, positioning her face in front of her brother's pulsing cock. "Come on my face," she begged.
WIth a cry of, "Oh shit!" Rick exploded. His first volley caught Mandy right between the eyes with a huge wad of spooge. More shots spattered on her cheeks and chin before Mandy grabbed the spurting shaft and wrapped her lips around it. Rick nearly collapsed as Mandy sucked ravenously, milking him for every last drop of semen. When there was none left in Rick, Mandy scooped up what was on her face and licked her fingers clean, swallowing it all. The incestuous siblings just sat in silence for several minutes, listening to the sound of each other's heavy breathing. Finally, Mandy spoke. "Thank you, Rick."
"For what?" "For making me feel better after Daddy spanked me." Mandy explained how their father had punished her, and the new form of humiliation. Then she giggled and said, "I think he was as embarrassed as I was." "If he only knew what we do," Rick added. "He'd shit."
"And probably whip both of us till we couldn't walk!"
They laughed at that, and then Rick remembered something.
"Hey, you said you had something you wanted me to do for you.
What was it?"
"Oh, that. Well, um, I was gonna ask you to eat my pussy, like
they do in those movies."
"I've never done that before," Rick said.
"I know. I was just gonna ask to to give it a try."
"Okay, I will."
"Not now," Mandy answered quickly. "I don't think I could take
anymore tonight."
"Next time, then."
"Yeah." Mandy was silent for a moment, then said, "I have
something to tell you. You'll like it!"
"What?"
"Um, remember what you said about Steffi?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I talked to her on the phone before got home and …"
"Did she get a bad spanking too?"
"Yeah. So she told me all about it, and I told her about mine. Then
she told me that she played with herself after the spanking, like I told
her to do. She doesn't have anybody to make her feel better, so I
kinda showed her how to get herself off."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. And she said that thinking about you while she did it
really helped."
"No shit?"
"She's got a big crush on you. Didn't you notice the way she
always looks at you?"
"Well, now that you mention it …"
"Don't tell her I told you any of this, though! She'll be too
embarrassed to ever talk to you again! Promise?"
"I promise! But, I'd still like to, you know …"
"You wanna fuck her. And I'm gonna help." Mandy told her brother
about the lesbian sex she and Steffi had had, and then she told him
her plan.
Punishment count
Steffi: 400 spanks
Mandy: 371 spanks
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