Spanking my Wife's Sisters

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The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” That is exactly the same kind of strap my dad uses, and he keeps it oiled too. I know exactly how Susan felt getting that strap from her daddy. I beg and cry like a baby and I'm 15. That two tailed strap is pure hell!!! Sorry for the language but OMG it is. BTW I haven't gotten it yest this summer. My brother and I both have chores we have to do every day. We do them. The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. When I was 13, my step sister Tina, who was 16 at the time, was left in charge over the weekend while our parents went on a little weekend vacation. As I have mentioned before my sister is a real “looker” with long beautiful hair, nice boobs for her age and a killer athletic body that’s hard to ignore. Because of this she also quite arrogant and took great pleasure in bossing me around all day the first day after my parents left.

His stepmother glanced in his direction, clearly irritated by his remarks. Given his situation, he’d have been smarter to keep his mouth shut. The following true story took place in the summer of 1984, when I was nine years old. My parents had divorced two years earlier. Since then, I had lived with my mom in New England, and had spent four weeks every summer with my dad at his home in Georgia.I was so chuffed to see my first story published on Maman, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot and the memories fresh – so here is what happened next! My mum has a regular line she uses: “You were such a cheeky, funny, handsome, naughty little boy – how did it go so wrong?” Thanks, Mum! Whenever my brother is going to get a spanking, when he removes his underwear, his stiff thingy pops out straight and erect. the first time my sisters and I saw it, we all started to laugh, and Mom scolded us and threatened us with a spanking after his. He gets real embarrass when we are there to watch his spanking. His face gets almost as red as his bottom after the spanking is over. My one sister and I are embarrassed when we are going to get a spanking when he is there to watch. The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. That we are all girls means that we can get it in the family room I now share the room with Susan I agreed to let het change room because Mandy the youngest sister teased her a lot . Susan and I dress and undress in our room together all the time we support each other

That and you are bigger so can handle pain better it is called being age appropriate when spanking . Plus I should set a better example I try too . I babysit my younger sisters now and I have spanked them . Daddy and I like streaming nigh watch on discovery plus it is the first responders in New Orleans working night shift police fire fighters emts . I have a gun in my parents name at a gun range I can only fire there with adult supervision I went to the range with my mom and Brad’s mom I beat them target shooting I want to be N. O.P.D so bad start uniform and become a detective to help people solve cases get bad people of the streets . I live a hour and a half from there and I love that city . The owner of the range is from New York City the borough of Brooklyn the first time I outshot Daddy and him he is retired N.Y.PD a detective . On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Kate was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Kate very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately. When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach.

My mom just sat there and kept asking me embarrassing question about if I ever look at dirty picture, or touched myself in ways that made me feel funny. All the while she just kept yanking and pulling on my penis. I began to feel a really strange sensation come over me, that at the time I didn't know what it was. I could just think I was going to pee and I tried to beg my mom to stop, and told her I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but she just kept it up until I couldn't control myself, for which of course I was having my first orgasm. Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner.

Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!”On my actual birthday, Mum didn’t need to wake me – I was up early and excited. When I walked into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, she greeted the birthday boy with a big hug and a soppy kiss. She showed me to my cards and gifts on the table. That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Kate walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek. Once I was in place, I heard her say: “You are such a naughty boy, Jay! Birthday or not, 13 is not too old for a good old-fashioned spanking!”I still get a shiver of excitement thinking about those words – if I ever find a girlfriend who is willing to spank me for fun, I will ask her to say that every time! Mum and Mrs Smyth talked for a while in low tones so we couldn’t hear. Mum then told us to both come over, which we did and she asked us what was going on! She appeared entirely too calm. We both started to speak at once, saying we weren’t doing anything dirty, and tried to explain about the promise I had made – knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it! It is embarrassing to be watched getting a OTK bare bottom spanking and sent to the corner for thirty minutes with our red naked bottoms on display.