Message-ID: <19825eli$9902100429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Henri Mulet" Subject: Angela and her Brother 3/3 (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: <19990209154612.23944.qmail@hotmail.com> She quickly put herself over his lap and, as previously ordered and twice demonstrated, she kept her legs apart. He was in heaven. At last he was going to fulfill his dream. Angela's shame at placing herself at his mercy was magnified. It was embarrassing to do this earlier but at least she had the comfort of knowing it was just a demonstration. Now he was actually going to strike and her only hope was that he would heed his mother's injunction and not go overboard. As spankings go, it wasn't too painful. He was true to his word. It was not more than a dozen swats and none of them very hard but he found the experience much more than just amusing. This was a new experience for Angela also. It was like no other spanking she had ever received. Rather than being a severe punishment for misdeeds, she found that the slight sting of this unnecessary spanking had the opposite effect. In a way her young mind couldn't completely fathom, it re-ignited her earlier desire. When the first part was over and she said, "Thank you. Please take my panties off and spank me again." He was tempted to increase her frustration by making her change places so he could take them off as he had her outer pants but his desire to spank her again was as strong as hers was to get it. He pulled them down to her knees and a few gentle kicks of her legs sent them flying. There was no appreciable increase in the force of his next dozen swats but the feeling of his hand landing on bare skin was a significant difference to both of them. He told her to stand while he rose from the chair and she started to resume her former position. He stopped her and said, "Lay on the bed. I don't want you falling on the floor and you can raise yourself higher for me." She appreciated his concern but wished he would hurry up and get around to continuing what he started. He started at her ankles and ever so slowly traced a line from each one to a point where his fingers would meet in the middle. She was begging him to move faster and he 'punished' her for trying to direct the activity by moving in the opposite direction until she stopped talking. It took three times before she figured out what he wanted and she suffered(?) in silence as he continued his journey at a snail's pace. She was holding her breath and raising the target as high as she could when her shameful wish was finally granted. There was nothing fake about her moans and sighs of satisfaction as he used his fingers to assist in the visual exploration he was limited to during her last visit. He graciously allowed her to let go of her feet as long as she kept her legs wide open so he could make periodic visits to the breasts and the two pointy nipples on top of them with hands and teeth. Her brain was a mass of confusion and her emotions were on a roller coaster. She was desperately wanting to be taken to greater heights while being shamed by his reminders that she was encouraging her younger brother to touch her in the most intimate places. She was mortified and aroused simultaneously. Every word he said burned in her ears and the heat of them joined the heat of her last spanking and the increasing heat in her whole body. Kevin was privately embarrassed at his comment about her moving too much earlier. His understanding of the female response to sexual contact was increasing and he realized her earlier gyrations were her way of showing the she liked what he was doing. He was having minor difficulties keeping up with her as she humped and twisted and when she arched her back and held his hands against her breasts in response to her first orgasm he was momentarily surprised. Relying on the knowledge gained from his magazines and drove her up and over that wall two more times. He glanced at his watch and saw he didn't have much time left before Mom arrived and he had developed a problem. As Angela was coming back to earth she felt herself being rolled over and he lifted her waist so she was on her knees. He moved them apart so she was still completely exposed to him and he tied her T-shirt around her eyes. It wasn't as good a blindfold as the dark scarf but it suited his purpose. He wanted a little privacy while keeping her as a visual aid. Angela knew he was masturbating somewhere behind her and soon discovered that he wanted more than just a nude girl to look at. The ones in his magazines would have been enough for that. It was more fun to watch Angela squirm in shame and terror as he reminded her how she had begged her brother to touch her and corrupted his youth like some cheap whore. It was fun to watch her shake her head in a vain attempt to deny the charge but it was really great to watch her wriggle her bottom in frightened anticipation as he described how he could still see a few red marks from his introductory spanking but they were nothing compared to what her bottom was going to look like in a few minutes. Her moans were different now. They weren't those of a girl in the throes of ecstasy but the sounds of someone hearing how she was going to suffer while he was going to make Mom proud of his ability to give Angela a real spanking. One to remember for more than the few days it was going to take for the recipient to sit comfortably. With one hand busy on himself he put the other on her rear end as he went on to say, "You're going to think your bottom is on fire by the time I'm done and that you've reached the limit of the amount of pain you can take. Sorry big sister but that's just the beginning. Next I get to watch Mom while she gets her turn at you and we both know that's no picnic. Every scream and holler is going to be music to my ears." As he started ejaculating in to a tissue he gave that poor bottom a few gentle pats and reveled in Angela's humiliation and fear. But the absolute best of all was her total submissiveness as she whimpered but otherwise accepted her fate and position. Position in this case refers to her rank within the family, her brother's complete dominance over her, the circumstances that led to her punishment, her impending spankings and, of course, her physical posture. It was this last that she tried to change when her mother knocked on the door but a sharp command from Kevin prevented any modification. Her mother had seen Angela nude on many occasions since that was her normal costume when she was spanked but this was different. When the boys made her bend over and open her legs last month her private parts were pointed towards them and she had been spared the indignity of displaying herself in this manner to Mom. Now there was nothing she could do except weep into her makeshift blindfold as she waited for something to happen. She twitched when she felt someone touch her bottom and heard her mother say, "It's just a little red but I said you weren't to spank her too hard. Of course, that restriction won't apply for her next spanking. I expect to see you give her the kind of punishment she deserves." She really didn't need to feel Angela's rear end to ascertain the extent of Kevin's first spanking but it gave her the excuse to get close enough for her eyes and nose to tell her that Angela had been very aroused and probably had climaxed more than once. She remembered her own youth and that as much as she hated it when she was given to her brothers, she experienced some of the best orgasms of her life at their hands. To be sure, once the main event arrived she was humiliated at her sexual responses and the spankings were a sort of catharsis. She could see Angela was already going through the humiliation part and knew she would also find the spankings coming next to be of great benefit. She remembered that they were not only a penance for her original misbehavior but they cleansed her soul for the way she encouraged her brothers in their pre-spanking activities. It was for that very reason that she was going to make sure that the spankings Angela was going to get were severe enough to accomplish both goals. And it was time to start. Angela was allowed to stand and remove the shirt from around her head. She could not bring herself to look at her mother and since Kevin was already seated she could keep her eyes down as she lay across his knees. Her mother's prediction was right. She didn't want to be spanked but it meant the end of her humiliation with Kevin and she couldn't get over his lap fast enough. Unfortunately, she was a little too hasty and her humiliation was far from being over. Mom chided, "You know better than that. Ask for your spanking before you get into position for it and that's enough of you trying to distract him. Keep those legs together. He needs to concentrate of your bottom and not whatever you'd like him to focus on. You seem to forget that this is a punishment and not some sexy little game." Her humiliation reached its peak as she regained her feet. She knew the next time she attempted that simple act of standing it would be in unbearable agony and only an interlude before another trip to hell. She could barely speak as she said the required phrase, "Please spank my bare bottom very hard and as long as you think is necessary for me to learn my lesson." He responded, "Don't worry Sis, I'll do my best." He looked down at the rear end raised on his knees and smiled as his favorite dream was realized. Angela and her snooty senior class friends had made fun of him in school and now it was payback time. He had her right where he wanted and her bare bottom was his to deal with as he wished. Not just to gaze upon or give a few gentle practice spanks to but quivering in wait for him to do his best (or worst if you think of it from Angela's perspective). With a deep breath he slammed his hand downward. The erotic feelings that accompanied her previous spanking under his hand were nowhere to be found. From the very first swat he was showing her and Mom that he meant business If anyone had any doubts about his dedication towards punishing his sister they were quickly erased. But that was all that happened quickly. He took his time as he concentrated his first set on her reddening cheeks with a few seconds between spanks so she could get the benefit of each one and not waste his energy on a flurry that blended into one continuos pain. Granted, that pain was somewhat more than a single swat but not as much as when they were given individually. He was intent on making the most out of the total experience for her. Angela didn't appreciate his dedication but his mother did. Her heart swelled with pride and she watched her son punish his sister. Her mind went back to the days when it was her bottom getting necessary discipline at her brothers' hands and she smiled. While she appreciated Angela's predicament and understood her humiliation coupled with a significant amount of pain, she had the benefit of maturity and the realization that her ordeals had made her a better woman. In time Angela would come to realize that these punishments were in her best interests but at the moment the poor girl's mind and body were concerned with the immediate events. Kevin was doing an outstanding job. About five minutes later Mom said, "That's enough. Leave some for me. Let her up now." Before Angela could understand that her brother's spanking was over and get off his lap he whined, "Aw Mom. I was just going to start on her thighs. You always spank us there so we can't lean forward and take any pressure off our bottom when we sit on a chair. Can't I get that part of her warmed up for you?" The girl attached to the thighs in question knew only too well what a spanking there felt like and tried to rise but a stern female voice stopped her. "Stay right where you are young lady. I had every intention of attending to that detail myself but you're not the only one who's here to learn something. Kevin, I'm pleased you remembered that. You go right ahead and don't forget to get a few good slaps on the inside too. You can only get to one side but it makes walking uncomfortable too. I'm surprised you didn't mention that." Kevin rose to the challenge. "I was saving that for when you spanked her. I got the idea when she opened her legs over my lap. She can do that again when you spank her and I'll stand in front of you. That way we could both get to the insides of her thighs and make all the skin that rubs together when she walks gets our full attention." His suggestion was met with enthusiasm by the one on her feet and a shudder of fear by the one on his lap. But first there was the rest of his spanking to accomplish. He relished Angela's quiet sobs. She had been crying pretty steadily by the end of his attack on her bottom and that was still stinging smartly as she waited for his hand to bring new territory to a similar state. The present delay was because he was basking in glory and rubbing the bright red cheeks. "You know Mom, I think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. I'll bet she learns how to behave when you add to my foundation." The older woman smiled, "I'll bet she's already learned a lot. Haven't you dear?" An answer was required but Angela could only nod. Her next nod was accompanied by fresh sobbing. The question that led to that response was, "Aren't you glad you have a brother who's so concerned about you he's willing to go that extra mile in disciplining you?" On a signal from his mother, Kevin began his treatment of the hitherto unscathed skin from the back of her cute feminine knees to the red plateau directly facing the ceiling. Angela was getting hoarse but couldn't help expressing her opinion of her brother's expertise. She had a little voice remaining when he stopped but it was not going to last long. Everything up to this point was nothing more than preliminaries. The few moments it took for her to gather her clothes and carry them to her room was the only respite before she was face down again. Her mother's spankings had always been fearful things. The last one was with a hairbrush only one humiliating hour after the traditional hand spanking. This time there she didn't need any other implement. Her hand was going to be quite sufficient to finish the job so soon after Kevin's energetic preparations. Angela hopes to get her last spanking alone with her mother were dashed when, as Kevin had hoped, he was present to watch, learn and help his mother in his new innovation in spanking. Alas for sweet Angela, he was not the only brother in the room. Michael had been invited to join them and spank his big sister also. He didn't have the strength of the others but her rear end was so sore that even his otherwise ineffectual slaps generated a pained response. Not to mention the fact that it was her baby brother spanking his naked sister while she lay over her mother's lap. He was delighted to help before being sent back to his room giggling gleefully while Angela's sobs were more commensurate with her embarrassment than any physical pain from the youngster's tiny hand. The time had arrived for some serious spanking and with grim determination, the matronly hand came crashing down. Kevin was strong but the years of experience behind that hand proved that the subtle nuances of spanking can be much worse than brute force. For the next fifteen minutes she concentrated on helping Angela get the most out of the experience while giving advice to Kevin. "Next time you spank her don't spend so much time on her bottom before beginning on her thighs. Spread your spanks apart and bring her to a uniform color and level of pain. See how I'm giving her a few here, a few there, and then on this area. That gives her skin a chance to recover enough to better appreciate the return visits." Kevin was an eager student and gave the right responses. "Wow, I see what you mean.", "That's a great idea.", "I can see that I have a lot to learn but you're a great teacher.", and so on. Angela, on the other hand, was barely aware of this conversation after hearing the reference to the next time Kevin spanked her. Her heart fell with the knowledge that her mother's words were true. Even as her body was suffering more and more she knew it wasn't going to be her last spanking and that Kevin would have the chance to practice the lesson he was receiving. Eventually the reality of the present spanking overpowered her ability to think of any future ones. Her befuddled brain was busy regretting every sin she ever committed, thought about committing or heard about someone else committing. When the main spanking was declared complete Mom and Kevin had to wait a full five minutes for Angela to regain some semblance of control over her sobbing and for her fingers to relinquish their death grip on the chair legs. They wanted her to be fully aware of the next phase of her punishment. Of course, it started with renewing her humiliation. Her mother spoke. "I hope you've learned your lesson young lady. Unfortunately for you, it's not over yet. I know that Kevin had you pose in some fairly humiliating and very revealing positions. That was to be expected but I'm not so sure they were as humiliating as they were supposed to be. I saw the way you put yourself on the bed when I came in and assumed that was the way he wanted you. What I didn't expect was you acting like a tramp and giving him another clear view of your private parts when it was time to get spanked. It's lucky he wasn't distracted from his duty and it's suitable that your display gave him the idea of both of us using your desire to open your legs for him as an additional way to punish you. I like his suggestion but I'm going to modify it. There's really not enough room for you to open yourself while you're on my lap so get up and pile your pillows on the edge of your bed." Angela brain wasn't up to full functionality regarding anything other than her agony. Perhaps it was an unconscious defense mechanism but she didn't remember the details of her brother's idea except that she didn't like it when she heard it. Nevertheless, she struggled to her feet. Every motion reminded her of somewhere his or her hands had landed and piling the pillows didn't portend to be the lead-in to anything pleasant. The command to lie face down over them was no surprise but when they pulled her feet wide apart she remembered exactly what Kevin's helpful suggestion was but by then it was too late to do anything about it. (Not that she could've done anything to prevent anyway.) The first hard swat to the inside of one thigh confirmed it. Another well swung hand landed on the opposite leg and after a dozen on each side they stopped. Angela was only momentarily relieved that it was over until she heard Kevin's enhancement. He said, "You know Mom, we could get a much better swing and make a better impression on her if she was on her back and holding her legs up and open for us. The only thing is that's a pretty obscene position and you might be embarrassed to see her like that." His partner in punishment said, "That's a wonderful idea and Thank You for being so considerate of my feelings. Since we're not going to spank her bottom she can put her panties back on first. Get up dear." It's always a relief to get out of a vulnerable position but not when it's only to move into a more defenseless one. Just as Kevin was the one to take her panties off, he was the one to put them back on and her complaints that he was scraping the waistband and leg holes over her recently punished skin got her no sympathy at all. She was very familiar with her next position. Kevin had made her lie like this on her first visit and again numerous times during the last hour but that was just for humiliation and now she was forced to hold herself open to further punishment. And what a punishment it was. Agony beyond imagining and beyond endurance for the young girl. It required a few of Angela's stockings to tie her ankles to the bed posts and to keep her hands out of the way so they could have the full access they needed to do the job right. When it was over they untied her and Kevin left the room. In spite of the terrible pain and humiliation her mother had inflicted on her she was comforted by the maternal arms. She asked if her mother's punishments with her uncles was as bad as what Angela had just endured. With a gentle pat on her daughter's head Mom said, "Yes and sometimes worse but you really can't compare them. They were all different and all horrible but that's the way they were supposed to be. You'll remember tonight with Kevin for a long time and you'll probably have at least one or two more sessions with him before you're all grown up. You're lucky in one respect. It's impossible for a young man to have a pretty girl like you doing the things he made you do without getting aroused. At least he emptied himself into the tissue I saw in the wastebasket. It still embarrasses me to admit that your uncles used my mouth as the receptacle for their ejaculations so you see, things could be worse. You can leave your panties on but the rest of the clothes stay off when you do your homework. You can go to the bathroom but be downstairs in five minutes or I'll schedule a repeat performance for tomorrow night." Unfortunately for Angela, she wasn't the only one that needed to use the bathroom. Kevin was returning from there as he passed her room and smiled as he heard the new suggestion on using his sister for his sexual pleasure and it added to his anticipation of the next time he had her in his control. He smiled as his evil mind started concocting traps that would lead to Angela's downfall and insure that there were many 'next times'. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----