Spanking my Wife's Sisters

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Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow!

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. I th-thought you w-were gonna be l-late,”, I stammered! “Practice was called off,” she said with a smirk, “and now it’s time for you to honour your part of the deal. I’m going to spank you, just like momma.”“Please, no!” I begged. “I’ll do anything else you want but please don’t spank me!” Billie let's be reasonable here." I try and persuade her. "We'll have some ice cream and then we can forget all about it." And so to my much anticipated 13th birthday – it was a stand-out day. As previously mentioned, I am still quite young (early 20s) and Mum is still a relatively young woman, having only just recently turned 50.As I explained in my previous attempt, as long as it was a bit of fun between us, I encouraged Mum any chance I could to turn me over her knee – I loved it. I pushed the boundaries with being cheeky – Mum threatened accordingly. It was fun – in fact, between the ages of 12 and 15 were my happiest childhood years. The period coincided with several fun spankings, and I felt this period also cemented an extra closeness in our relationship. The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!”

Yes,” Clare said. “It will be good experience to prepare me for when I find and marry the right man.” Mom, I thought, had quite forgotten the whole cross-dressing incident after I apologised and told her I just wanted to see what it felt like to wear all those frilly clothes! I guess she just wanted to believe me. 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. Yes, spank, paddle, strap, whatever is appropriate,” Clare said. “Of course, spankings must be delivered to a bare bottom to be effective, so I will need your permission to strip him when he needs to be punished.”My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day. If she’s somehow a ‘better person’ (her internal thoughts and feelings about George seem to be compassionate and generous I admit, though she STILL wants to strip and humiliate him for some selfish reason) , I guess I have to believe she had another (and more OBVIOUS *God help us*) victim. And it was this person that taught her not to misuse her power, probably because he or she had a sad fate due to the abuse. Problem is, Ms. Better Person is still a monster and a demon to Peter, and, because she either doesn’t care what she did to him OR STILL has no freaking clue, it makes me doubt her transformation into any kind of positive force. I guess if she does have a heart, maybe she never thinks about Peter or revisits her treatment of him because he’d make her SECOND failure and two failures might destroy her. I guess I can sympathize with h er a little, but only a little: She was still just barely a legal adult herself, things were new to her, at least sone of what she did to Peter was due to her mothers influence and I’m sure she had some pretty tanned butts over the years herself. That doesn’t excuse the cruelty – the spankings she could have spared him but didn’t want to, or the ones she might have ‘set him up’ for. It doesn’t excuse her humiliating him in front of her friends. There’s alot it does not excuse and honestly she owes Peter a huge apology from the bottom of any heart she has. 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.