Message-ID: <20180eli$9902230427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Henri Mulet" Subject: Angela and Kevin Alone (m/f spanking, humil) 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: <19990222192329.5635.qmail@hotmail.com> Kevin thoroughly enjoyed helping his mother punish his sister. Spanking her was as wonderful as he thought it would be and her hour as his plaything was even better than the last time. After overhearing his mother talk about her punishments at the hands of his uncles he now had more ideas of how to humiliate Angela farther and use her for his own sexual satisfaction. Every day he saw her he reminded her of his role in keeping her in line and loved every embarrassed blush and the hint of tears he saw in her eyes. What Kevin did not know was that Angela's embarrassment was not entirely due to the way he treated her a few days ago. That would've been enough to cause the young girl's consternation alone but it didn't stop there. Aside from the pain of the spankings from him, Michael and Mom she found herself thinking about the time she spent in Kevin's room. Her humiliation was magnified as she thought about the things he did, the way she responded and unbelievably, a desire for it to happen again. There was something about giving him complete control and being forced(?) to display herself and endure(?) his hands on her. She could, of course, just tell him what she wanted but that was entirely out of the question. But she couldn't the images of what they did in his room out of her mind. She was almost willing to take another set of spankings in order to relive the experience but the more she thought about the spankings the less desirable that idea became. Kevin had the first real shot at her and he was trying to impress Mom at how well he could punish Angela. He made a very good impression on both females. The observer was glad to see him take his task so seriously and the after her tears subsided, Angela had to grudgingly admit that he was a very able spanker also. Of course, it was well into the next day before she could reflect on his performance objectively since his was only the first of her punishment spankings. After he warmed her up it was her little brother's turn to spank her. Michael's was relatively ineffectual in the pain department but very high on the humiliation scale. And then there was her mother's application. Her mother had never believed that spankings should be anything less then pure hell for the recipient and that night was no exception. If she was to get into trouble again it would mean another unbearable set of spankings not to mention that her mother always had the hairbrush in reserve. Angela shuddered at the thought of that landing on her after Kevin and Michael did their worst. She also had no doubt that there would be a repeat of Kevin's cute enhancement of her punishment when she had been tied to the bed with her legs wide apart for a dual spanking on the insides of her thighs. She had never felt such agony and she walked like a bow--legged cowboy for the next two days. Whatever perverse pleasure she felt with Kevin was not worth that kind of pain. But, she remembered that not all of the spankings she got that night were entirely unbearable. It was a bit hazy in her mind but she had a vague memory that Kevin's first spanking wasn't too bad. He had given her a dozen swats over her panties and then another dozen after he took them down. He didn't hit her near as hard as when Mom was there and after the initial humiliation that her younger brother was spanking her she found that it added to the forbidden pleasure he was creating in her. Another one like that would be a small price to pay. More than that, it would be almost welcome as an excuse to make her submit to his domination. That way she could make believe she had no choice but to obey him. It was these strange thoughts that were brought to the surface every time he made some lewd comment and they aroused and terrified her. While Kevin thought she was avoiding him she was actually trying (unsuccessfully) to avoid herself and her feelings about the things she wanted him to do to her. Less than a week after Angela's last punishment she was home alone with Kevin. Michael was spending the weekend with a friend and their mother had gone to an office party. Her parting words were, "I won't be home until very late. You two stay out of trouble and I'll see you in the morning. Don't forget to do your homework so it won't be hanging over your head all weekend." Once the school assignments were completed Kevin invited Angela to watch a TV show with him and even offered the best seat. Sensing a trap she replied, "Sorry little brother but I'm not going to fall for that. You know I'm not allowed to see any TV shows until tomorrow night as part of my grounding and I'm not going to risk more punishment for a half-hour of inane comedy. I'll be upstairs reading a book." Plan "A" failed but his devious mind was not out of ideas. A short while he went to her room. She heard him coming and an idea of her own was formed. She grabbed her tape recorder and pushed the record button before answering his knock. He was the picture of sneakiness as he said, "That was a great TV show. Did you enjoy it?" Angela answered, "What are you talking about? I didn't watch it. I've been up here reading." His smile sent a tingle of fear down her spine but that tingle went other places too. She wasn't sure what he was up to but she could see it was something inherently evil. He calmly let her into the first part of his plan. "I know but what do you think Mom will say if I conveniently forget your restriction and casually mention that we both laughed as we watched it?" She gasped, "You wouldn't. That would be a lie." He grinned, "You're right. When you deny it she would know one of us is lying. The question is which one of us would she believe. Picture this. I say you watched TV with me and then, when I realize I got you in trouble, I apologize and say that I feel so bad I don't want to take part in your punishment. You see, that way I have no motivation to lie whereas you have all the reason in the world to hide your disobedience. That kind of tips the scales against you doesn't it? And I'm willing to bet Mom refuses my request and 'makes' me help her punish you. I can't wait till tomorrow and now you have something to think about until then. I'm going back downstairs and we'll watch a few more shows. Have a pleasant night Sis." She hissed, "You bastard. What do you really want?" He looked around the room and said, "Oh, I don't know. I'm bored and there's really nothing very good on TV. I was thinking that maybe we could play a game together like Scrabble or Monopoly or something." She was a smart girl and recognized blackmail when she saw it. She knew her role was to bargain with him until his plan was completely exposed. She also knew that wasn't the only thing that was going to exposed in the near future but the game had already started. The odd thing was that this was going to lead to the very thing she had been thinking of when he first arrived at her door. Hiding her own smile she said, "If I agree to this game will you agree to keep your sneaky lie to yourself?" He continued his nonchalant gazing and said, "I think I would be grateful if my big sister took some time out of her busy schedule to have a little fun with me and I would keep your TV habits, real and imagined, to myself." His eyes stopped their survey of her walls and came to rest on her chest. She stood up and put her arms behind her back and grasped her elbows as she said, "Does the game you have in mind have me standing like this with my breasts thrust out for to ogle over?" His plan was coming together but what he didn't realize was that his was not the only scheme at work in that room. In his youthful innocence and firm in the belief that he was the one in charge he said, "That's a real good beginning. We'll stay in here but let's make believe you're in my room and Mom is waiting downstairs to spank you. How's that for starters? Tell me the rest of the rules when you're there." She could feel herself warming to the situation and she had to force herself to look ashamed as she said, "I'm there to be humiliated. If you tell me to move or pose or do anything I have to obey. You can take my clothes off as you wish or you could tell me to take them off. If you want me to ask you to strip me like last time I'll have to do that too." He smiled, "And how about touching you?" Her heart skipped a beat. She looked down to hide the joy she felt. "If we're going to do this like last time you'll touch me even though Mom said not to. I couldn't object without getting into more trouble then and I suppose this game of yours mirrors that situation. You called me your 'plaything' and had a lot of fun at my expense. I hated it but you've got me over a barrel so I guess I have no choice. I'll be your plaything to look at or touch as you wish." He asked, "Does that mean you'll let me spank you?" She gave that question some thought. He assumed her delay was due to fear and he was loving every second she chewed on her lip and tried to make up her mind. Actually, her problem was finding a way to say "Yes" to one like he gave her over her panties but "No" to the full blown punishment he delivered later. She finally answered. "You didn't need my permission to spank me when Mom came into the room but earlier you asked me if I would agree to a spanking and I said Yes. If you're referring to a true punishment spanking I'll take my chances with Mom tomorrow. But, she said you had her permission to give me a preliminary spanking and if you can restrain yourself the way you did for that first one I'll play by those rules." He prompted, "Say it plainly." She had to hide her excitement again as she responded, "I'm your plaything to look at or touch as you wish and that includes your right to give me a short spanking." In truth, while he enjoyed the extended spanking that ended her time with him he was willing to forego that in favor of her agreement. Besides, that first spanking was totally different from the big one and he was happy that he had forced her to agree to another one (or more if he was lucky) like that. He gave that idea a try. "Gee Sis, this is just a game so I won't spank you too hard but do you remember why and how I spanked you the first time?" He was still staring at her thrust out chest and trying to see behind her to catch sight of the bottom he was going to spank so he missed her embarrassed smile as she said, "I wanted you to take my panties off and you said it was going to cost me a spanking. I agreed and you spanked me, first over the panties and then with them gone. Can I assume you have a similar scenario in mind this evening?" He nodded and added, "I think a spanking before each layer protecting your rear end would carry the idea even further so you can count on one over your pants, which you probably won't feel at all, one over your panties and then one on your bare bottom. And, you're going to ask me for each one. Do we understand each other?" He was right about the first one of his intended spankings being not much more than a token and she was about to say she agreed to all his demands but she didn't want to seem too eager. He would get suspicious if she didn't put up a little fight. She argued, "That's going too far. I've changed my mind. You can forget your silly game and go back to the TV. It took a spanking to get me to stand nude in front of you the first time and since Mom's not here to give me that kind of motivation, I'll go back to my book." She hoped she didn't sound too strong and hoped he picked up on the hint she threw out. He did. "That's fine with me. One way or another you're going to do whatever I want and I hope you keep that attitude tomorrow. I'd love to hear you get the full 'motivation' before I get to play with you and that guarantees that her next visit to your rear end will be with the hairbrush. Maybe she'll let me use it too. But I'll give you one last chance. Drop your pants and panties and ask me to spank you now and then we can start the real game. The way I see it you're going to get spanked one way or the other and it's your choice. Let me do it now or tomorrow's going to be a very long day. What'll it be?" She needed him to spank her right away to justify the way she was going to act. She just hoped she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew. She hung her head. "I'll take the spankings from you but if you make them too hard you'll leave marks and then I would have enough evidence to show Mom how you forced me to submit to them. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes if she knew you were taking it upon yourself to punish me without her consent. Do we have a deal?" He was gloating in his success and said, "Yes. Stand next to me." He turned her chair away from the desk and sat down. She could feel herself getting excited as she waited for his command. He remained silent and she realized he had already given her his instructions. She unsnapped her jeans and they slid to her ankles. Next she gave him her best scared doe look before pulling her panties down to her knees. He patted his thigh and she climbed on. It was just as frightening and exciting as she remembered although she had never in her life had so many clothes on when she was over anyone's lap like this. Granted, her bottom was unprotected but somehow she felt less vulnerable with her breasts covered. She managed a smile as she knew he would take care of that problem shortly. He instinctively understood that he didn't have to strike hard to establish his dominance over her and although he imparted a significant sting it was not only bearable but reminiscent of his first effort. She was getting turned on and timed her promise to obey him in every way perfectly. He knew (thought) he had won the first battle and sent her to a corner. She was hobbled by the clothes at her feet but he did not allow her to put them back in proper order or to take them off. He gazed at her slightly red bottom and told her to face him. He shocked her a little when he opened his fly and extracted his erection. As he stroked himself he said, "I've been thinking about this little game and as you see, it's had an effect on me. I had to suffer with this thing threatening to burst my zipper last time and thought, 'Why not get a little relief early?' I'm sure you don't mind and it won't reduce the fun I intend to have with you so the answer is' Why not?' Do I hear any objections?" She shook her head and said, "There's a box of tissues on my bedside table. I'll get one for you." As she shuffled in that direction he said, "Not so fast. I must confess something first. I'm guilty of eavesdropping on you and Mom. That's how I found out I could get away with touching you." She stopped in her tracks. "You little sneak. What else did you hear?" His evil smile told her before his words confirmed it. "I heard how Uncle Bob and Uncle Cliff used to do their part in saving the environment by not wasting tissues. If Mom could do that for them you can follow tradition and do that for me." He pointed to the floor in front of him and she turned beet red. While she was excited about displaying herself and letting him touch her she hadn't considered the possibility that she would have to take an active role is satisfying him. But it fit right into her demonstration of submission and her old friend humiliation gave her the impetus to kneel at his feet and replace his hands with hers. Given this young man's inexperience with the opposite sex and the feel of soft hands stroking him he didn't last very long. The first spurt startled her and landed on her face. She quickly put her mouth over the geyser and keep the rest from making a mess on the floor. Angela was new at this kind of activity also and was surprised at how much came out and had to swallow quickly before she realized it to keep up with the flow. The taste of humiliation was stronger than the saltiness of his effusion. He completed her mortification by wiping the semen off her cheek and making her lick his fingers. After putting himself back in his pants he had her put her clothes to rights and said, "That was fun. We'll do that again later but now I want you to see your breasts." She was spared his groping over her shirt and bra but when they were gone he stood next to her and put his hand palm up in hers. "Let's see if my very smart sister can figure out where this should be." Smart sister not only knew where he wanted his hand, she wanted it there also. She put it on her breast and gently stroked herself with the tips of his fingers. He liked the feel of her soft skin, the knowledge that it was a girl's breast and since he was still under the impression that she was doing this because of his forceful nature he enjoyed the moment on three levels. He also found special satisfaction in her mortification as he asked if any of her boyfriends had ever put a hand on her bare breast. When she shook her head he twisted the knife. "So your little brother is the only one who has had this pleasure and you were so happy to let him do it you've even put my back to touch you again." She shamefully acknowledged his biting comment with a red faced nod. Next he wrapped his hand around her small breast squeezed hard enough to make her wince. He smiled and said, "You want me to grab you like this, don't you." She whimpered, "It hurts." He snapped, "That doesn't answer my question. You want me to hold you like this even if it does hurt. Don't you?" She winced as he squashed it again. She couldn't understand what was happening to her but she moved his other hand to her unoccupied breast and moaned, "Yes. Do it to both of them." After mauling her for a minute her moved his attack to her nipples. As he pinched and pulled she was leaning into him and her hands were right on top of his assisting in holding his fingers tight. As before, he stepped backward and pulled her around the room by these two little nubs and when he put his mouth on them and sucked gently she moaned in erotic and humiliated response. He came up for air and said, "My magazines say that when a girl's nipples stick out like that she's either cold or she's getting turned on. Which is it Angela?" She couldn't bring herself to say how much she wanted him to continue but she couldn't lie either. She whispered, "It's not the cold." He accepted that answer and said, "There's another way to tell if a girl is aroused isn't there?" She nodded and he enjoyed asking how. She took one of his hands and put it between her legs. "She gets very wet down here." He gave that area a little rub and said, "And are you very wet?" She nodded again and he asked, "Your pants feel pretty dry to me. How can I be sure you really are aroused?" "You could take my pants off." He smiled. "I might consider that if you asked me very nicely." He moved his hand against her and she said, "Please, please. I'm begging you. Please take my pants off or let me take them off so you can feel how wet I am. I want you to feel how wet my panties are and then take them off too. You can put your fingers in me like you did last time." He liked that idea but he was having too much fun making things difficult. He again asked if he had been the only male to have had his hand there. He loved the look on her face as she answered, "Yes and before you have to say it I will. I'm begging my little brother to take my clothes off and touch me where no other boy is allowed to go. Do it already." Her arousal was magnified by her humiliation and he smiled at his conquest. "Sorry Sis, but the pants stay on." In frustration she asked why and was told, "You haven't asked for your spanking with them on." She immediately responded, "Please, please spank me. Feel what it's like to spank me over my pants and then spank me on my panties and then spank me on my bare bottom and then please touch me." Satisfied, he sat down and put her on his lap. Her desire for his touch heightened as she assumed this posture and his swats delivered no pain but just added fuel to her ever growing fire. When she stood up and just about tore her pants off, she boldly grabbed his hand and put it back on her crotch. He acknowledged the truth of her earlier statement and after a quick finger flick under the thin material he patted his lap again. Before she could reposition herself there was a loud click from her desk. He investigated and found a small tape recorder that had just turned itself off as it reached the end of the tape. She tried to grab it from him as he rewound it and pushed the play button. It had recorded every word since he came into the room including his confession that he intended to lie to get her into trouble and at first he was furious that she had tricked him. Mom was going to kill him when she found out and it slowly sunk into his mind that Angela had the evidence to refute his accusation and could've called his bluff. She could see where his thought processes were taking him and she had to lean against the wall to keep herself on her feet. As humiliating as it was to be his little plaything it was nothing compared to him knowing that she did it even when she didn't have to. She slid to the floor and put on arm over her breasts and the other hand covering the part she was begging him to touch only a minute ago. He turned the tape off and walked to her. She was crying and trying to push him away as he gently helped her to stand again. He fought her off her ineffectual attempts to hit him and held her close. In an unusually quiet voice he whispered into her ear, "Don't cry Sis. I'm not sure I understand what's happening here so maybe you can explain it to me. You really didn't mind the way I treated you in my room and the things we've done tonight?" She forced herself to nod and hugged him tight as she said, "I didn't like the way you spanked me when Mom joined us but …" She couldn't finish her sentence but she didn't have to. He saw her for what she was. Not in an unkindly light as a cheap slut but a girl who liked to be mastered. His magazines had a few stories about that but he never thought they were about real people. Now he not only knew one, she had given herself to him. The only real question now was if she was still willing to let him have her or did her desire disappear with the protective charade. He said, "I'll go if you want but I'd like to stay. Regardless of why you let me do these things to you, I still want to do them." He moved his hand to her bottom. She didn't object even when he rubbed it firmly. Emboldened by her lack of response, he continued, "I believe I was about to spank you over these." She sniffled and nodded. He took that as her agreeing to get back into their game and whispered, "Ask me for it." He had to strain to hear her but he smiled broadly at the words, "Please spank me so I can take my panties off for you." No other words were exchanged as he led her to the chair and put her over his lap. But when he raised his hand she said, "Do it hard." He asked, "What about Mom seeing the marks?" She continued to stare at the floor as she said, "She'll never see them unless I tell her about them. I deserve more than a few token swats. I'll have to be careful when I sit down tomorrow so she won't know but right now I need a really good spanking. Please." Although much harder than he planned, it was well short of the kind of spanking she would've gotten from her mother. Still, it really hurt and put her back in the submissive mood. After all, what girl wouldn't obey the commands of someone who spanked her that hard and was capable of spanking even harder. The hand that just brought her to tears discovered that her facial cheeks weren't the only thing getting wet. The truth is that even during her humiliation at Kevin finding out about her secret desire to be dominated, her level of arousal had not diminished. Her pleas for him to put his fingers under the fabric were as sincere as ever. In a very foolish move he said, "Not yet. Knowing that you want to be my little plaything and letting me spank you has really got me turned on. Let's take care of that before I spank you again." His statement could've resulted in her calling a halt to the festivities but it paid off. She dug into his pants and had him in her mouth before he knew it. She was an eager learner and between her enthusiasm and his guidance as to what felt the best she gave him the best oral sex had ever experienced. Well, unless you count that business of catching his sperm in her mouth earlier, it was actually his only experience but it was great anyway. She was not only wanting to please him as a good little slave should, she was hoping to finish quickly so he could get back to touching her. After her spanking, that is. For that, he sent her to the bed and after peeling her panties off she held her legs up and apart. As he did last time, he slowly traced his fingers along her thighs and brought her to a fever pitch as he got closer and closer. But at the last possible moment he changed directions slightly and his hand cupped her bottom as he pushed it up until she was folded in half. She was unashamedly begging him to put his fingers in her when she felt a hard slap on her rear end. He reminded her that he intended to spank her without her panties before doing anything else and every syllable was punctuated with another very hard swat. She was hurting and keeping herself up to his attack. Although not on her mind at that instant, he was making it very hard for her to sit down without telegraphing the previous night's activities to her mother on Saturday. With the house to themselves she could screech at the force of his blows but she never made any effort to avoid them. In fact, every sharp sting made her want more and she said, "Yes, spank me hard. Tie me up and spank me more." He stopped for as long as it took to tie her hands and feet the way she had been bound for the inner thigh spanking. She realized that she was totally powerless to prevent him from spanking her there as well as her bottom but that very same feeling of helplessness got her more excited. It was only a few swats later that he moved his contact point to this vulnerable area. While his attention to this part of her was not nearly as hard as when he and his mother punished Angela it was painful. Her imagination increased the effect and she reveled in her defenseless state by struggling against her bonds in vain as he varied his spanks to include her bottom, the backs of her thighs, the insides of her legs and then the indignity(?) of stopping while she was begging for more. She had almost forgotten why she wanted him to take her clothes off until he roughly pushed two fingers into her. She groaned in delight as he shoved them in and out very fast and she had enough free movement to bounce herself up and down with him. He was getting good at reading her responses and just as she started humping uncontrollably he used his unoccupied hand to swat her bottom and thighs again as hard as he could. The combination of the pain and the heavenly delight of his two fingers splitting her open drove her up and over the wall. He leaned over her to play with her breasts again and the front of his rough jeans were rubbing her crotch to ecstasy. The resurrected object behind that material was enjoying the ride also but it wanted its freedom and then to be imprisoned in a new place. By most societal conventions they had long ago crossed the line that defined incest but were they ready for the final act? Angela was too far gone into another orgasm to know what Kevin contemplated and expressed extreme frustration when he stepped back. She was vaguely aware of the sound of his zipper but when she raised her head and saw him taking all his clothes while staring at her vagina she understood all the implications. Bound as she was, she was easy pickings for any passing rapist and if you listened carefully you could hear the sound of her sexual desire packing up and leaving quickly. She almost screamed, "Kevin! No! Not that! Untie me and I'll suck on you for as long as you like. Please, please let me take you in my mouth." He showed a satisfied smile and said, "Don't worry Sis. I have no intention of taking your virginity without your permission but I wanted to hear my sophisticated big sister beg to give her little brother another blow job." Realizing how he manipulated her again she was mortified but as he released her from the physical bonds she was still bound by her promise. He lay on the bed and had her crawl perpendicular to him so he could plant a few encouraging smacks to her rear end as her face was lowered over him. A finger or two between her red cheeks discovered that after allaying her fear of rape, she was quickly returning to the aroused state of submission. A few hard pokes got a moan or two that felt most enjoyable to him. As it was his third attempt within the last hour he was not quickly satisfied and Angela's rear end was bright red and stinging by the time she felt his hand on the back of her head to hold it on him as he pumped himself into her. The spanking and now this rough manhandling as he forced her to take him deep into her mouth started her on another trip to orgasm. Her journey was delayed as she swallowed and licked him clean but as soon as he released her head she rolled onto her back and took matters into her own hands. He instinctively knew how to make it even better for her. He made her stop and sent her to a corner with explicit instruction not to touch herself until he gave her permission. He watched her squirm in frustration while he got dressed. Then he told he to get back on the bed and he would watch her bring herself off. What she wanted to do a moment ago became another humiliation as she couldn't help but to obey him. It was quite a show she performed and the moment of climax was punctuated by his applause and a magnificent wave of mortification. When she came back to earth he allowed her to get dressed and as he hugged her he said, "That was fun. We'll have to do this again soon." She had a funny smile as she replied, "Not to soon. Give my poor bottom a chance to recover first but Yes, it was fun. By the way, thanks for not …" He loved the way her voice trailed off and after all they had done together she was still embarrassed to say some things. He stroked her hair and said, "Your welcome. I like the things we did and I liked tying you up like that but rape is not my style. Besides, I'm patient and my bet is that it won't take too many sessions like this before you're begging me to fuck you." Although he couldn't see her red face he felt he stiffen in anger and then slump in the knowledge that he was probably right. Little brother or not, he had turned her into a sex addict and she knew she would fall into her submissive little sex slave role for him on a moment's notice and once in that mind set she would eventually agree to fulfill all his demands. 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