Message-ID: <19823eli$9902100429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Henri Mulet" Subject: Angela and her Brother 1/3 (m/f humil & spanking, F/f spanking) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990209154359.13070.qmail@hotmail.com> Angela tried her best to stay out of trouble but the pull of independence was too strong to resist. It was only one month after her 'living room' punishment for taking the car to the hamburger stand and getting into an accident that she found herself in need of external discipline again. It would be nice to say that she had forgotten her humiliation as well as the pain of her last ordeal but her brother Kevin made sure she remembered. She was, for all practical purposes, his younger sister now and her rights of seniority were gone. He got the best seat when they watched television and if his schedule conflicted with hers, she changed her plans. He waited outside of the bathroom when she took a shower and would make comments like, "You don't need to wear a robe Sis, I know what you look like without it and it won't be long before I get to see all of you again." She would blush and want to slap him but something in her spirit had changed. She held her tongue and tried to avoid him whenever she could. Alas, his almost daily reminders did not keep her from pushing her mother's limits yet again. During the lecture about the irresponsibility of her latest deviation from the straight and narrow she apologized profusely while praying that she could get away with a stern talking to and being grounded. She seemed to be getting her wish when her mother ended her tirade by saying Angela was not allowed to use the phone or go out with friends for the next week. The girl tried to hide her relief and meekly accepted her mother's decree. She asked to be excused so she could start on her homework and the first bomb fell. "That will have to wait. You're going to get spanked." Without thinking, Angela put her hand on her bottom. She didn't need a reminder of how much that area was going to hurt but rubbing the pain away after the spanking was not allowed and she couldn't resist this small token of sympathy for her rear end. It wasn't going to take her mother very long to use this part of her as the focal point of Angela's transition from an 18 year old young woman to a bawling little girl. She hung her head and said, "Yes Mother. I agree wholeheartedly. I acted like a child and I should be treated like one. Shall I get your hairbrush for you." Although part of this little speech was normal as a preliminary for getting spanked her volunteering to receive a more severe spanking with the hairbrush was a bit out of the ordinary. But there is an explanation. As much as Angela hated getting her bare bottom spanked, and knew the hairbrush would be excruciating, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. She held her breath as every fiber of her being hoped her mother would consider her submissive attitude and suggestion for increased punishment as a sufficient penalty and not add anything else. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not when her mother responded, "I'm glad you recognize the severity of the situation but I don't think the hairbrush will be necessary. There's plenty of life left in this hand and don't for a minute think you're not going to be a very sorry young lady when I'm through with you." The girl knew her mother wasn't kidding. She was going to have a hard time sitting for quite a while but she mentally breathed a sigh of relief that all she had to suffer was a considerable amount of pain. Still the contrite penitent, she said, "I'll wait for you in my room." The older woman looked surprised, "What are you talking about your room for?" A cold hand gripped Angela's heart. She played innocent and said, "I'll go there to take off everything except my panties and when you come up I'll ask you to spank me. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" "Not any more little girl. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt but I'm sure Kevin told you a visit to his room like last time is now part of your normal pre-spanking regime. That's where you're going spend the next hour getting a well deserved dose of humiliation." The words struck Angela right to the core. The worst that could happen had just been decreed. She was speechless and not just in shock and dismay. One thing she had learned during her last punishment session was to keep her mouth shut. Her previous visit to her younger brother's room was preceded by a hard spanking which made her second one even worse. There was nothing she could do about her sentence and arguing would only get her more pain. She hung her head and accepted her fate. She said, "Yes Mother. I understand. I guess the trip to my room will only be to take my clothes off. Then I'll get the blindfold and go to Kevin's room." "No. You won't need the scarf. That was for your benefit as well as his. Now that he's seen you once he won't have any problem with you being totally aware of where and how he looks at you tonight. Your humiliation will be greatly enhanced without it. And you don't need to go to your room for anything. Kevin is going to take your clothes off for you." The worst that could happen was getting even worse. Angela couldn't help closing her eyes against the shame that waited for her. Her mother recognized the way her daughter felt. "I gather that you don't care for that idea but I'm proud of you for not saying what you probably feel right now. I know from my times with your uncles that it was absolutely horrible to have them strip me. It added a lot to my humiliation but their job was to prepare me for my spankings in more ways than one. You brother will do the same for you and I'm sure it'll have the same beneficial effect on you. When it was time for my rear end to pay the penalty I was very ready and gladly put myself into position for it. Which is not to say they didn't hurt. No matter what I had just endured that was no reason to show any mercy when it came to spanking me but at least my time as their plaything was over. And so it will be for you. You can be sure you're saucy little bottom will be very sore and you'll be squirming on the chair when you do your homework. By the way, you'll do that at the dining room table where I can see you. It'll be too much of a temptation to lay on your stomach if I leave you alone. Consider yourself lucky that Michael is so young. Uncle Bob is the oldest and Uncle Cliff is only two years younger than me so they both took part in the pre-spanking fun. I don't take any pleasure in spanking you but it's my duty. Your grandmother felt the same way but Bob and Cliff didn't even try to hide the fact that they thoroughly enjoyed humiliating their sister. Getting spanked by my brothers was an enlightening experience and I'm sure you will find it equally beneficial." This time Angela couldn't stay silent. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she exclaimed, "Your going to let Kevin spank me. But you said he wasn't even allowed to touch me." Angela wasn't the only one surprised. "You mean he hasn't? Well, I'll be darned. He really is a good boy. My brothers had their hands all over me from the very first. They said if I tried to tell on them they would say I was lying. It would be their word against mine and since I was being punished my credibility was already shot. All it would get me was a double dose of spankings for lying. Maybe I shouldn't have told you about that. You might get it into your head to try and get him in trouble but that would be a very bad idea. If he denied it I would have to believe him over you and your second set of spankings would be with the hairbrush. If you're lucky he won't get the same ideas your uncles got. Enough talk. He's waiting for you. Go." Angela hung her head and left the room. Her worst fears had never envisioned that another visit to Kevin's room could be more humiliating but she had no idea had really bad things were going to get. Unknown by Angela or her mother, Kevin had been listening. Mom had already talked to him about his increased role in Angela's punishment and he was truly looking forward to applying his hand to her bottom. The anticipation was so great he snuck out of his room to hear the preliminary lecture and stayed as Angela got the bad news. He smiled as he quickly and quietly returned to his room. This was going to be even better than he imagined. In a minute there was a tentative knock on his door and he opened it to let Angela in. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her as she licked off her sandals. She said, "We both know why I'm here. You've got me for one hour." She had taken her T-shirt and bra off before he said, "My, my. You're certainly eager to get your clothes off. Your breasts are very nice and I can see why you might be proud of them but why are you so anxious to show them to me? You must enjoy being naked in here." As Angela stepped out of her slacks she fired back. "You know I hate it but Mom said I have to. It's bad enough that you're going to stare at me for the next hour. I suppose you already know you get to spank me too." He smiled evilly. "Yeah, I know. She told me. It's gonna be fun spanking you …" He stopped until she threw her panties to one side before continuing. "As I was saying. It's gonna be fun spanking you the first time. And then I get to do it again after I tell her you were in such a hurry to take your clothes off you didn't let me strip you like you were supposed to. But I feel sorry for you so you can put them your clothes back on and we'll start again. The sandals too." Although not happy about being nude with him she had unconsciously wanted to get the clothes off as quickly and painlessly as possible. Now it was even more embarrassing to put her clothes back on than it was to take them off. He made her keep her knees straight and point her rear end towards him as she picked each garment and then face him again to put it on. His silly smirk as she went through the gyrations of hooking her bra and pulling the T-shirt back onto place didn't help matters. When she was fully clothed he said, "Now we'll take them off again but we'll do it my way." She was starting to understand her mother's comments about the new level of humiliation to have her younger brother in charge of how and when her body was going to be exposed. The clothes that normally protected her modesty were now a mockery and her face was red with shame as she waited for his instructions. He pulled out his desk chair and told her to sit. Then she held her ankles in her hands and pulled them way up and far apart so he could easily take off the sandals. She kept her legs in that position as he stepped back and started at their juncture. She had blatantly displayed her genitals last time she was in here and then again in the living room. Even though she was nude both times she felt more humiliated by this first act of submission. The layers of cloth between his eyes and her skin just enhanced the embarrassment of showing him the coming attractions. But this small act was necessary for them to establish their respective roles and she fell right into hers. Next he had her stand and said, "You can leave the chair facing out. That's the way Mom likes it when she spanks me and I want you remember how we're going to end this session every time you look at it. Lets see if it gives us enough room. Get over my lap. Don't worry, I'm not going to spank you. At least, not yet." He had taken her place in the chair and she obeyed his command. The last vestiges of her superiority over him disappeared as he adjusted her position. This was one of Kevin's recurring dreams. To have his uppity big sister over his lap with her rear end in perfect position. He could hardly wait until the hour was up and he could have her like this for a real spanking. Which is not to say he wasn't looking forward to having her as his 'plaything' until then but he wanted to enjoy her visit to his lap a little more. She needed a tiny bit of adjustment so he put his hands on her hips and then directly on her bottom to move her forward slightly. That hand didn't leave right away but rubbed and squeezed as he described how he was going to plant spank after spank until it was as red as it was the first time she spent an hour with him in his room. Then it would be her mother's turn to drive the lesson home, He said, "I don't know if she's going to do it here but I hope so. Even if she takes you to your room maybe she'll let me come along. Listening to you get it from her is better than nothing but I could a lot from watching a real pro at work." He slid his hand between her legs and pushed them open. As he moved his contact point higher and higher he said, "I liked the way these opened when she gave you the hairbrush downstairs. Keep them like this whenever you go over my lap." She answered, "Yes Sir." and held her breath. He stopped just short of her crotch and sent her to her feet for the next event. He wanted to concentrate on her breasts so he had her stand in the same humiliating position her mother put her in on her first visit to Kevin's room. Her hands holding her elbows behind her and thrusting out her chest. The T-shirt pulled tight against her breasts. He said, "They look nice and firm and very inviting to a young boy's exploration. May I feel them?" She shook her head. "Mom said you're not supposed to touch me except to spank me when she's here." He responded, "And what are you going to do? Tell her? I'd say you were trying to get back at me and I'd get to give you that second spanking after all. Don't forget, she's going to ask me if you've been obedient and I won't have to work hard at coming up with something you 'refused' to do and you're back to double spankings again. So, I'll ask again. May I feel them.?" She hung her head and nodded. It wasn't the first time a boy put his hand there but letting someone caress you on a date and giving yourself to your younger brother were quite different things. Even as she endured his rough grabbing she knew it wouldn't end until she was totally stripped and he had his hands all over her. A minute or two later he asked, "I wonder what they would feel like with only a bra covering them?" She assumed that to be a rhetorical question and stayed silent until he said, "You're a little slow on the uptake Sis. Let's be a little more cooperative." She understood him now. Prior to her spanking last month she had to ask her brothers to take off each garment. He wanted her to do that again but in addition to loss of modesty and being bared in preparation for the hairbrush she would have to ask him to reveal her private parts for his touch as well as his eyes. He held all the cards and in shame she replied, "You could find out if I wasn't wearing a T-shirt. Please take it off." She unhooked her arms and held them up as he pulled it up and over her head. As he tossed it to one side she resumed her stance which prominently invited contact with her thrust out breasts. He wasted no time answering his question. They felt very nice indeed but a young man's curiosity takes many forms. He had her raise her arms so he could explore the intricacies of her bra. His fingers traced all the straps as well as the thin material that formed the cups and the firm flesh they contained. Eventually he worked his was around the back and unhooked it. He stepped back and said, "Don't you feel silly standing there with that thing hanging loose?" She forced herself to answer. "Yes, please take it off." He was happy to comply and when her arms were clasped behind her again he said, "I forget. What was I doing?" This was getting worse by the minute. Her voice was weak as she replied, "You were feeling my breasts but my clothes were in the way. They are now completely available to you." He grinned. "Does that mean you want me to touch them?" Lots of phrases came to mind but she couldn't bring herself to fight. She hung her head and said, "Yes. I want you to hold my breasts. Rub and squeeze them as much as you'd like, they're yours to play with." He didn't need to be told twice. She no longer jumped when he touched her but she winced as his hand gripped them hard and mashed them into her chest. Then he thought it would be fun to make her walk around the room with him leading the way by pulling on her nipples. In spite of the revulsion she felt her nipples became hard and he switched tactics. His fingers stroked lightly and teased the nipples even harder until she almost forgot where she was and who she was with. He smiled as she softly moaned in the physical pleasure and then would shudder at the thought of the circumstances under which she was being erotically manipulated. He had led her to the chair and after a few more minutes of playing with her breasts he sat down and patted his lap. His desire to spank her was very strong and he wanted another chance to imagine it with her in place. Without a word she placed herself in the desired position. While she knew he wasn't going to spank her just yet it was still embarrassing and a little frightening to be over his knees. She remembered his earlier admonition to keep her legs apart and he noticed. "Very good Sis. I almost believe you want me to put my hand between them again and do a bit more exploring. May I?" She mumbled, "Yes." He was not going to let her get off the easily. He said, "I don't think I heard you. Try again and be specific." Through gritted teeth she answered. "Please put your hand between my legs and touch me there." He patted her bottom and replied, "You're such a nice sister. I'll be happy to touch you wherever you want." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----