CRACK!
Nikki gritted her teeth together and growled, sucking in a breath and holding it and then releasing it sharply. “Five! As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
CRACK!
“Seven!” she cried. “As long as I am…”
“Seven?” I interrupted her. “You skipped one! Trying to get one over on me, huh?”
“No!” she argued. “I just lost count!”
“No, what?” I demanded.
“No, ma’am!” she corrected herself.
CRACK!
“Seven!” she shouted. “As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
CRACK!
“Eight! As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
CRACK!
“Nine! As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
I paused, and she sobbed quietly. Her legs were trembling, and her bottom would twitch now and then as she anticipated the next strike. Welts were covering her bottom and her upper thighs, and her butt cheeks were violently red.
I touched the belt lightly against her welted ass, and she gasped and jumped. I raked it carefully across her welts, and she whimpered softly.
CRACK!
She jerked and screamed loudly, and then dissolved into a fit of tears. With her voice breaking, she stammered, “Ten! As long as… I am under… this roof, I will… o-o-obey your r-rules.”
CRACK!
“Eleven!” she cried. “As long… as… as long…”
I could see that she couldn’t take much more. The edges of her welts were starting to turn blue, and she could hardly speak, though I could tell she was trying her hardest.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said.
I began to bring the belt down on her ass in rapid-fire succession. It whizzed through the air over and over, striking her trembling buttocks with sizzling fire. She grasped the couch tightly, kicking her legs and screaming as the belt assaulted her burning ass repeatedly.
“Twelve!” I shouted. “Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen! Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Nikki screamed. “It hurts! It hurts! Please!”
One of the welts swelled to the point of rupturing, and I feared she would begin to bleed, so I moved my punishing blows to her thighs. The belt licked her legs like a fiery dragon’s tongue, and she kicked and bucked and squirmed.
“Twenty-one! Twenty-two! Twenty-three!” I yelled.
“P-p-p-please stop!” she cried. “P-please!”
She was in so much pain that her teeth were chattering violently, and her legs were shaking so much she could no longer support herself with them. Her body hung limply over the arm of the couch like a wet rag.
“Twenty-four!” I shouted. And with one final, extra-hard whip, I said, “Twenty-five!”
“Owwwwwwwwwwww!” she wailed, sobbing loudly.
“There,” I said. “That will be enough.”
Nikki’s legs were still trembling so much she couldn’t stand up. She tried, but she nearly fell and she had to drape herself back over the arm of the couch. I tossed the belt onto a nearby chair and bent down, grabbing her panties and pulling them gently up over her welts. She gasped as the fabric touched her burning skin and bit her lip to keep from screaming. I lowered her skirt slowly over her bottom.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I demanded to know.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” she answered, sniffling loudly.
“I don’t want to have to do this again,” I told her. “I mean it, Nikki. Never again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, finally managing to pull herself into a standing position.
She placed one hand on the arm of the couch to steady herself. Her whole face was crimson, and streaks of mascara and tears ran down her cheeks. Her lower lip trembled.
“Nikki, do you understand why I’ve done this?” I asked her.
She nodded meekly.
“Then explain,” I said.
She sniffled again, and said, “You and Dad don’t want me to turn into a delinquent who ends up in prison.”
“Or worse, Nikki. You could end up pregnant and a single mother. Or you could end up raped, or dead!” I told her. “We don’t want that to happen to you! Do you think we set a curfew for kicks?”
“No,” she muttered, staring at the floor.
“When you can prove you are mature and responsible, you will no longer have these rules,” I told her. “Until then, they are for your protection. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she answered.
“Get to your room, then,” I told her. “And I’m warning you, if this ever happens again, tonight will be nothing compared to what you will get!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Nikki said, and she scooted up the stairs, closing her bedroom door softly this time.
I sighed heavily and plopped down onto the couch, exhausted. I shook my head that I’d even had to do something like that, but I was hoping maybe it would be enough to change her behavior.
And if it didn’t? I would be there to deliver another punishment even worse the next time!
# # #
Trusting Her Brother
By Saffron Daughter
On the eve of Vanessa’s boyfriend’s birthday was when everything changed for Ralph. Well, everything might be overstating it a little. But to Ralph, caught in the throes of passion and its implication, it seemed like everything had changed.
At the very least, his relationship with Vanessa, his best friend, the only person he really trusted, changed immeasurably.
It all began with a single word: Anal.
“Anal?” Ralph blurted out, unable to stop the wide and childish grin from pulling at his lips. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, Ralph, I am serious.”
“Wait, let me get this straight,” he said, his face bunching up tightly as if he was trying to decipher some alien code. “You want me to have sex with you… in the bum, so that you can go and have sex with your boyfriend… in the bum?”
“Yes,” Vanessa said, nodding feverishly.
“Okay, but why don’t you just cut out the middle man?” Ralph pointed at himself. “As in me, and go and just have anal sex with your boyfriend?”
“Ralph, you’re so dimwitted, you know. I’ve never done it before.”
“So?”
“Tomorrow is his birthday.”
“You’ve mentioned.”
“So I want to give him a good present.”
“And I’m sure he’ll like it!”
“Yes, but I want it to be good!”
“Oh, come on Van, you’re gorgeous.”
“God, you’re thick. I need practice!”
“Practice.”
“Practice,” Vanessa said, punctuating it with a single nod of her head.
“I… see,” Ralph replied, his face once again doing its best to imitate a prune. “Practice… to get… fucked up the bum?”
“Yes.”
“So, wait, why are you giving him practiced anal sex for his birthday?”
“Well, he’s been asking for it for ages. He’s always touching me down there and licking—”
“Woah, woah, let’s keep this PG-thirteen, yeah?”
“Christ,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes and slapping her thighs dramatically. “Anyway, I just feel like it would be a good time to give it to him.”
“Well, technically he’d be giving it to you.” He erupted into a giggling splutter.
“You’re so childish, Ralph.”
“But seriously, Van, just because he wants it doesn’t mean you have to do it.”
Vanessa’s lip curled wickedly. “Are you feeling… no, it couldn’t be! Concerned for me?”
“No, I’m just saying—”
“I know, Ralph. But, you know.” She shrugged. “Why not, right? I’m a bit curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t start
taking this seriously.”
“Curiosity could hurt, you know.”
“I know.”
“Okay, so let’s go over this again,” Ralph said, still grinning. He could hardly believe this was real, that he was actually having a conversation like this, no less with Vanessa. God, how strange was this?
“So you want me,” he continued, “to fuck you in your out-hole, so that you can practice for your boyfriend.”
“Exactly.”
“And how exactly will it be practice?”
“Oh Jesus, Ralph. I just want to know what it feels like, and how to relax my bum muscles and stuff. You know, I don’t want it to be bad for him. It’s his birthday, and he’s wanted it for so long.”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Ralph said, holding his hands up as he sensed Vanessa’s patience eroding. “Um, I guess so?” He smiled searchingly at her, looking for any sign that she might not want to do it with him strictly. He might be the only option she had to practice with. A light bulb flicked on in his mind and held a finger up to silence Vanessa’s next words. “Wait, wait,” he said. “Why don’t you just try it with a dildo?”
“I can’t fuck my ass with a dildo, Ralph.”
“Why not?”
“My arms aren’t long enough.”
“What?!” Ralph said, bursting out into laughter. “How do you know?” His laughter stopped and his eyes widened. “Ah, I see.”
“Yup. I just can’t push it in smoothly enough, or at the right angle.”
“You know, you might be sitting in the wrong position or something. There are many ways to maximize—”
“Ralph, Jesus, it’s not the same! I need to know what it feels like when he thrusts. He’s a… powerful love maker.”
“Powerful eh?” Ralph said, grinning boyishly.
“So, what do you say?” she asked, ignoring his childishness.
“Um. Okay, I guess.” Ralph looked at his best friend quizzically for a moment, wondering why he was on such a high. He was teasing her, laughing at her, leading her on and generally being an annoying twit. The twitch he felt in his cock alerted him to it for the first time, and glancing at his own crotch, he was half-appalled and half-amused to find that he was sporting a semi. “Well, would you look at that,” he said, shaking his head and clucking his tongue. “I just can’t take you anywhere!”
As Ralph stared at his own semi-rigid cock, it was as if a floodgate was opened. Memories came crashing through his consciousness. Him and Vanessa playing in the paddling pool together. Him and Vanessa playing football together, playing basketball together, playing table tennis together. Him and Vanessa going to school together, doing projects together, seeing movies together. He realized that she was almost more than a best friend. She was practically an extension of him. A twin, perhaps, born of a different mother and father.
He tried to pull himself out of reverie but couldn’t. The thoughts of the past had ignited something else within him. He thought of the times they had play wrestled, when he had accidentally found his hand on her breast or her bum, or her inner thigh or around her navel. He thought of the times he had tickled her, and she him; when her hands had brushed past his groin, when they had held each other close, pushing their wriggling digits at each other…
His heart skipped a beat, then jumped out of his chest, then plunged into his stomach where a hurricane was brewing. He gulped, before opening his mouth and saying: “Okay, okay. Let’s do it.”
Vanessa smiled widely and looked into Ralph’s eyes. “Thank you,” she said, and Ralph smiled feebly back at her, feeling his face redden slightly.
“Well,” he said, shakily. “Don’t ask me how I know, but I know we’ll need lubricant.”
“You’ve done this before?”
“Um, no, I’ve just watched lots of porn.”
“Ah,” Vanessa said. “I see. Recently, so have I, actually.”
“Good, we’re on the same page then.”
“Indeed. And I made sure to prepare for tonight.” She bounced off the bed and retrieved a tube of lubricant from her bedside drawer. “Recommended for anal intercourse,” she read off the tube’s label.
“Great,” Ralph said, feeling his cock twitch again.
“Great,” Vanessa said.
“Great,” Ralph echoed before suddenly erupting into a fit of nervous laughter. “So where did you buy that?” He imagined his best friend gingerly placing it on the counter, doing her best to look anywhere but in the eyes of the cashier.
“Dundee’s Sex Shop on Acland.”
“Oh yeah, I know it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, never mind. Anyway, well, let’s get started.”
“Right,” she said, “right. Getting started. I suppose that means taking off our clothes.”
“Um, well, I guess. Not all of them, I suppose.”
“Ralph, I wasn’t about to get naked in front of you.”
“It’s not like I’d complain,” Ralph said genuinely.
“Ralph…” Vanessa groaned. “Not now, please.”
“Well go on then. Get undressed.”
“Okay,” she said with a sigh, getting onto her knees on the bed and pointing her behind at her best friend. Slowly she eased down her skirt and her white panties with it, just far enough so that her anus came into view, but not far enough for Ralph to see her cunt. He gasped, feeling a violent surge in his sex. Her ass was immaculate, gorgeous, round and firm, each globe covered by smooth, unblemished skin. He stared at her entrance, devouring the sight of her wrinkled button, the skin slightly darker. He saw the small spots that were the tiny points of hair… so she’d just shaved.
“Wow,” he let slip out of his mouth.
“Thanks… I guess,” Vanessa said, looking over her shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Ralph said, fumbling a little. Now that the joking was over, he was beginning to feel a little scared. Had he showered that morning? He struggled to think when the last time he trimmed his pubic hair was. He gasped. What color underwear was he wearing? Stuff it, he thought. He positioned himself behind Vanessa on the bed and reached for the bottle of lube that had rolled to rest against the skin of her leg. “It’s going to be cold,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” He noticed her voice was also a little shaky. So she was just as nervous as he was. A sudden thought struck him. Was this a good idea? Would this ruin their friendship?
Would this release some hidden emotion or desire he harbored?
Stuff it, he thought. Stuff it, stuff it… stuff her.
He positioned the bottle an inch above the end of the cleft of her ass and squeezed out two generous dollops. They landed, wobbling like jelly, before they began to drip slowly down, a river of shiny lubricant running between her two glorious globes. He watched the jelly glide over her pucker, and he saw her squeeze and react to the cold.
“It is cold,” she said, laughing nervously.
“Yeah, I bet,” Ralph replied, feeling that it was something of an impotent remark. He fumbled at his belt buckle before finally getting it open, and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down in one ago, his purple boxer briefs coming down at the same moment. His cock came springing out, freed from the curled constriction it had faced in its underwear-imprisonment.
“I’m going to have to rub it into you,” he said, wincing as he did so, wondering just how weird it would sound to her. Her best friend, and here he was saying he was going to have to push lubricant into her ass with his finger. Jesus, he thought, unable to contain the grin that grew on his face.
“Okay, I’m going to put some on my finger and, uh, loosen you a little.”
“Sure.”
“Sure.” Ralph squeezed out another dollop of the lubricant onto his right hand and worked it in between his fingers until they were slick and slippery. He placed a finger gently at her entrance, feeling the textured skin, and Vanessa let out a low gasp, her head still and eyes fixed on the bed beneath her. He began to move hi
s fingers in slow rhythmic circles, and his cock twitched violently, and he felt a faint surge of pain shoot through his pelvic muscle. He felt as if the skin around his shaft might split. He wondered at why he was so hard. Was it the anal sex? Or was it his best friend? Deep down, he knew the answer, but pushed it out of his consciousness. No, not now, Ralph, he thought. Now is not the time.
Slowly, he began to apply pressure to her button, pressing harder and harder with each revolution, with each lap of the darker, wrinkled skin that funneled inward to her tight pucker. “Is everything okay?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” she said nearly breathlessly, and he noticed that his best friend’s breathing had quickened. She was nearly panting, her back heaving up and down quickly. Was she nervous or excited?
Did it matter?
“Um, okay, I’m going to push a finger inside you now,” he said gingerly.
“Sure, sure,” she said hurriedly, waving her hand behind her as if to say he was in the driver’s seat now. He nodded, mostly for his own encouragement, before gently pressing harder with his finger, a firm and consistent force. The tip of his finger made its way inside, and he felt her resistance. She was tightening up, and her fingers clutching at the bed sheets only confirmed it.
“You need to relax more,” he said. “You’re really tight.”
“I am relaxing!”
“No, you’re not. Trust me. Look, if we’re going to do this, you have to trust me, yeah?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Relax it. Let go. Don’t clench.” He felt her asshole loosen a little. “That’s right,” he said softly, nearly cooing. He pressed his finger in a little harder, and it began to slide inward. His nail bed disappeared into her hole, and he felt the tight ring clutching at his digit. He couldn’t help thinking how good this would feel on his cock…
“Slower!” Vanessa said with a gasp, and Ralph immediately stopped pressing inward.
“Sorry,” he offered, feeling that it was in vain.
“No, no, it’s okay. Just… it feels weird.”
“I bet,” he said before slowly restarting his exploration into her. He slid his finger fully in, slowly and, to his surprise, with little more resistance. As he pulled his finger out, Vanessa let out a soft sigh, and he wondered if she was feeling pleasure or if it was pain. Or perhaps it was both?
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