“You need to be taught how to take off your own fucking pants?” I shout as I walk over. “Come here! I’m going to teach you something. I’m going to teach you something you’ll remember.”
Now I grab her hair again and pull her over to a bar stool. I push her down face-first, making sure the stool is positioned under her stomach. Now she is bent over this stool, her legs still bound by those jeans, and she looks like a hogtied little bitch, ready to be taught a lesson.
I stand for a moment and take in the sight of her ass, all round and perfect. She is wearing regular black underwear, and part of it has ridden up into her asscrack, with one of her asscheeks completely exposed. Her skin is smooth and white, and it takes me back to that day all those years ago when I spanked my little sister up in my room, my fifteen-year-old cock stiff and wet as I watched her asscheeks tremble under my strike. And here we are again, all grown up. Here we are, sis.
And now I reach out and pull my sister’s little black panties down to her thick thighs, fighting the temptation to run my finger along her beautiful asscrack. I stare at her exposed cheeks for a moment, the back of her smooth white thighs, and then with a deep breath I raise my right hand and bring it down hard.
21
DARCY
The first slap wakes me up from the trancelike state I had fallen into after Cam hit me in the face. Suddenly my head feels clear, and I can feel the sting of his powerful hands on my smooth, exposed bottom. I moan and whimper as Cam continues, and I am panting as I feel my ass get raw with his spanking.
“Who’s in control?” Cam is shouting as he brings his hand down hard once more. “ANSWER ME! WHO’S IN CONTROL?”
“You are,” I mumble as I feel drool gathering on my lips. I can feel the bar stool shake under my body, and the flesh on my ass is trembling and quivering. “You are,” I manage to gasp out as I hear the next slap ring out from behind me, sending a fresh shiver through my shaking body.
“I can’t hear you,” Cam says. “This doesn’t stop until I hear you say it.”
And he spanks me once more, and now I fucking SCREAM and kick my legs out and shout, “You are, GODDAMMIT! YOU ARE IN CONTROL!”
Now immediately Cam stops, and the room is suddenly silent. All I can hear are my own soft whimpers. My ass is stinging like hell, but it is not real pain. Cam was careful to hit me with his palm flat, fingers spread out so the blow would not be concentrated and leave bruises. He made sure to focus on the fleshiest part of my round buttocks, so there’d be no chance of hurting my hip or pelvis bones. My ass is going to be red and raw, but I’m going to be fine, I know.
I keep breathing in and out as the stinging subsides, and now I gasp as I feel Cam’s hands gently touch my exposed bottom.
He starts to gently rub my ass in circular motions, caressing me, his fingers and hands going over every inch of my stinging flesh, soothing me, comforting me.
“You see?” he says now, and his voice is strong but soft. “If you listen to me, if you pay attention, if you do what I say, then you get rewarded. You like to be rewarded for being a good girl, don’t you?”
I nod now, my eyes closed, drool dripping out the side of my mouth as I focus on the feeling of Cam rubbing my bare buttocks, kneading the flesh, grasping handfuls of me and letting go. Now I feel him pull my asscheeks apart for a moment, and I let out a low moan as I feel him gently track his finger down the cleavage of my ass, all the way down, down under, and . . . oh, my, God, is he going there?
But Cam stops just before his fingers slide down under me, and now I feel him grasp the waistband of my panties and pull them back up over my ass. I am almost disappointed, but I also feel a sense of relief when Cam gently pulls me up off the chair and back onto my feet.
His face is very close behind me, and I want to turn and kiss him, but I do not. Although I trust Cam completely, I have to admit I am shaken by the slap and then this intense spanking. In a weird way, I HAVE learned a lesson, and I DO want to obey him. I’ve been punished, and now I want my reward. So what’s my reward, Cam?
Cam is standing behind me, and I am leaning against his hard, warm body. I can feel his cock clearly pushing against his jeans, digging into my ass. I want to push myself back into him, grind against his cock, but at the same time I know that I must not until I am given permission. Rather, not until I am ordered to do it. Oh, hell, Cam, what’s my reward.
I know I am wet between the legs, and this bothers me for a moment when I remember that I have just been spanked, and I shouldn’t be turned on by a spanking, should I? Maybe I really did pee a little in my panties? It feels very wet. But I know the difference between pee and my own secret juices, and now as soon as I acknowledge that, I realize I am very aroused, very ready, ready like I’ve been all day.
Cam grasps me around the back of the neck now, and gently pushes me toward the long wooden bar. I am walking slowly because my jeans are still around my knees, and I feel like a moron with my wet panties, my thick thighs that are shaking, my bouncing ass that is feeling raw but very nice right now, like it could use some more of Cam’s attention.
“Clear the bar,” Cam says to me.
I look at the bar. There are maybe three or four empty beer bottles and a few plastic cups and napkins in front of us. I carefully pick up one of the bottles, but Cam stops me.
“No,” he says. “Just push them all off the bar, onto the floor behind.”
I hesitate for a moment, and then just swipe all the bottles and cups off the bar with my arm. They crash and tinkle to the floor behind, and for some reason I feel a rush of energy when that happens. Maybe I just always wanted to knock a few bottles off a bar and hear them break. Who knows. This is all new to me.
Now Cam turns me around, but before I can look into his eyes, I feel his strong arms grab me just above the hips. I gasp as I feel my feet leave the floor, and my breath catches when I realize Cam has lifted me effortlessly and put me down right on top of the bar.
My pants are still around my knees, and I look down at my thighs all spread out as I sit. I feel self-conscious for a moment, but then my gaze moves to Cam’s crotch, and I see his massive erection move inside his jeans as he rubs my thighs for a moment.
“Here,” he says as he reaches down and pulls off my left boot and then my right. “Come on now. Take these off. We don’t need these anymore.”
He grabs the ends of my jeans and pulls them straight off me, tossing them on a chair to his left. Suddenly I am sitting here in front of him wearing a tank-top and leather jacket up top and nothing but black panties down below. I feel exposed and self-conscious again, but I cannot deny that I am excited as I dare to imagine what my reward is going to be.
“Punishment and reward,” Cam says now, his voice low as I feel him caress my naked thighs. “You’ve been punished once today. Now it’s time for your first reward.”
And with that he reaches past my thighs and grabs the waistband of my panties, and I gasp as he pulls them right off, all the way off, all the fucking way off.
So now here I am, sitting on this wooden bar, naked from the waist down, staring at my stepbrother as he gently pushes me down on my back and carefully spreads my legs.
22
CAMERON
My cock is throbbing in my pants and my head is pounding so hard I can barely see. I am aware of my own hands touching my sister’s thighs, spreading them gently, gently, more, more, all the way now . . . oh, my fucking LORD.
I smell her now as I gasp at the sight of her beautiful pussy all pink and exposed, the soft brown wisps of pubic hair all wet and matted, the lips of her womanhood glistening under the dim lightbulbs of this bar. I am weak in the knees, dizzy in the head, and it takes a crazy amount of willpower to hold myself back right now.
I take another long look, another deep breath, inhaling my sister’s smell as I feel dirty but so fucking aroused that I don’t
care. Now I run the tip of my finger along Darcy’s inner thigh, reveling in the way she quivers under my touch.
I glance up at her face, but her eyes are half closed now as she lies there on the bar. There is no doubt she is as aroused as I am, as into this as I am. Good, I think as I slowly bring my fingers closer to her divine little pussy. Good.
Now I am almost there, and Darcy is whimpering as she shivers under my touch. I stroke the soft hood that hides her clit, and she jerks her hips slightly as a low moan escapes her lips. I keep touching that spot, slowly drawing up the hood, and now I can see her clit all stiff and exposed, beautiful and dark. Oh, Darcy. Oh, baby. This is so wrong, but here I am. Here we are.
And now I bring my face close, taking in the warm aroma of her sex, my tongue sliding down the front of her mound, closer and closer to her shining clit. Now my warm tongue touches her, and she squirms in ecstasy as I pull back her hood with one finger and lick her clit with increasing pressure.
“Oh, fuck, Cam,” she is muttering, and I glance up and see that she is licking her lips as her eyelids flutter. “Oh, please, Cam.”
I keep licking, now gently taking her clit into my mouth and sucking. She squeals softly, bucking her hips up, and I can feel her hands reach down for me, for my head. Now she is clawing at my hair, pushing my face deeper into her crotch, and although I am almost taken over by her smell and taste, I manage to pull away from her and grab her hands.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I say through my teeth as Darcy opens her eyes in annoyance that I have stopped. “How dare you touch me like that without being ordered to do so. How DARE you!”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, almost immediately. “Please, Cam.”
“You will call me Master,” I say now as I look at her once more before glancing around the room.
A moment later I see what I’m looking for: a small showcase behind the bar that’s displaying some bandannas for sale. I quickly walk around and grab a few of the clean new bandannas, and then I go back to where Darcy is still lying on the bar, legs spread wide. Oh, my God. Is this my sister? What the FUCK am I doing?
But even as the thoughts flow through my messed up brain, I find myself grabbing Darcy’s hands and tying them at the wrists. I am careful not to cut off circulation, but I tie the knots tight. Yes, I tie them tight. Darcy needs to feel that she is really tied up, really at my mercy, really being deprived of the ability to touch me, touch herself, touch anything unless I say so.
“If you don’t know how to control your hands,” I say to her as I finish the last knot and then fasten her hands above her head to a bar-rail, “then I will control them for you. Understood?”
Darcy nods again, looking up at me with those eyes. There are no longer any tears in her eyes, no longer any fear. She wants this. She wants this and more. And she’s going to get it. Everything I’ve got. I’m feeling it too, sis. If we’re going to cross the line, I’m going to take it all the way. All the fucking way.
So I look down at her thighs again, and in a moment I feel my cock harden to full-mast once more. Darcy is still clearly wet, and that’s exactly what I want.
I graze her pussy lips with the back of my hand now, gasping as I feel the warm moisture of her cunt on my fingers. I can still taste her on my tongue, but I want more, I want more, I want MORE!
And now I just push my face down between her legs as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and I fucking PLUNGE my tongue into her oozing slit, taking in her taste and smell all at once. My upper lip is playing with her clit as I tongue-fuck her, and she is bucking her hips like a mare in heat as she squeals and thrashes up there on that bar, her hands tied above her head to that brass bar-rail.
The feeling is sublime, intoxicating, filthy, and wonderful, and I can feel a deep shudder building inside my sister’s body. She is rotating her hips, grinding her mound into me, tensing the walls of her vagina as I curl my tongue upward and graze the ceiling of her secret space.
“Oh, Master,” she mutters as I feel her start to convulse. “Oh, thank you, Master! I’m going to—”
And now I pull back again, and I do it so fast that I stumble backwards a few steps. I can feel wetness all over my face, inside my mouth and nose, and I want my face back in there. But she doesn’t get to come yet. Nope. That’s not how this works.
“I think that’s enough, don’t you?” I say now as I look Darcy in the eyes as she moves her legs back and forth, rocks her hips as she tries desperately to take herself over the edge.
She is pulling on her bindings, and I can see that Judy and the women are nodding in approval, clearly enjoying watching Darcy driven to the brink of insanity, the brink of orgasm. These women have been there before, and obviously they can tell this is the real thing here. Oh, hell yeah this is the real thing.
And it’s only just getting started.
23
DARCY
What the hell just happened? What the hell is happening? And why has it stopped happening? Oh, FUCK why has it STOPPED!
I can feel the tingle in my pussy, the blood rushing into my clit, making it feel thick and stiff. Cam has tied my hands tight, and I cannot help but pull as I imagine my own hands down there where Cam’s tongue just was. I am rubbing my thighs together as I squirm, and I am so fucking close to orgasm that I am worried I may choke. Don’t do this, Cam. Take me there, Cam. Oh, fuck, please take me there.
Cam is standing a few feet away from the bar and staring at me. His face is red and his lips and chin are wet with his saliva and my wetness. I want him to kiss me, and the thought of his tongue in my mouth sends another wave of heat down through my thighs and pussy, and I groan as I tug once more at my bindings.
“Please, Master,” I whimper, surprising myself at how much it turns me on to call Cam “Master,” as ridiculous as it would have sounded just a few hours ago. “Please.”
Cam is just staring at me, a strange smile on his face. He is completely absorbed in the moment, I can tell, completely consumed by his role, just like I am. And so I let myself go and I moan out loud as the women in the background laugh in approval. I moan and I beg, I writhe and I pull, I whimper and I squeal for my Master to take me over the edge, to touch me there one more time, just once more, that’s all I need.
“Punishment and reward,” Cam says now as he looks at my heaving chest. “The punishment is what makes the reward worth it. Don’t you think?”
Now Cam walks around the bar once more and I hear him rummaging through the drawers. Finally he comes back around, and I take a quick breath when I see that he is holding a large pair of scissors and what looks like a couple of small plastic binder clips.
“What the hell?” I whisper as Cam comes close, but I hold my tongue when I look into his eyes.
Trust me, Cam is telling me with his eyes. Trust me, sis. We are in this together, aren’t we? Do you trust me? Do you trust your master to take you there and back?
So I keep quiet and watch as Cam places the binder clips on a bar stool and then reaches out and opens my jacket up, exposing my red tank-top that is crumpled and bunched up, damp with sweat.
He touches my left breast now, and I gasp as I feel my nipple respond immediately. Oh, God, Cam. Why does this feel so fucking good.
Cam’s cock looks like it’s going to burst through his jeans, and his face is contorted with ecstasy as he begins to squeeze my tits harder, pinching my dark red nipples through the cloth. I am moaning uncontrollably now, yearning to feel Cam’s mouth on my nipples, sucking and pulling them up into hard little points while he unleashes his cock, unleashes it into me.
But Cam takes his time with my tits as I move my chest up and down. It is torture to be tied up like this when I want to reach out and grab him, but at the same time I know that being bound and helpless is part of what’s making me wild right now.
Finally Cam takes his hands
away and picks up the scissors again. He reaches down to the bottom of my tank-top, lifts the cloth away from my skin, and then in one clean motion slices it all the way through, opening it out like a shirt, revealing my warm, ready cleavage that looks shiny white against the black of my bra.
I gasp out loud as I feel the air against my chest and cleavage, and I shiver as I feel Cam run his finger around my bra cups. He has put the scissors away, and now he rubs my bare stomach, my tits again, and finally, with both hands, he lifts my bra up over my tits, releasing my soft globes and hard pink nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I feel Cam begin to suck on my left breast, taking the nipple and as much of my tit as he can into his mouth. The suction feels so strong, so erotic, so goddamn WILD that I feel I may come even without him touching me down there.
He works my left breast, then my right, and I am just a hot, wet mess right now, completely under his control, absolutely ready to do anything. But what can I do tied up like this? What’s next?
“Please,” I whisper, as I glance down at his throbbing erection that is still concealed in his pants. “Let me. Let me see, at least. Please.”
Cam just shakes his head now as he looks me in the eyes for a moment before focusing on my hard red nipples again. “You don’t get to ask me for ANYTHING,” he says now. “That’s not your place. You don’t have that right.”
I let out a breath of frustration as I tug on my bindings again. I am actually starting to get restless, almost wild with arousal. I want to be filled suddenly, in my mouth, my pussy, everything. I want Cam’s cock, and I want it NOW!
“I am yours, Master,” I manage to say. “Take me. Please. Take me.”
Cam smiles again. “Take you? Now that would be a reward, wouldn’t it?”
I nod, yes. Oh, God yes.
Cam is still smiling. “But punishment comes before a reward. And so are you ready?”
I nod again, but Cam is looking away now, back towards that bar stool with the binder clips. Now he picks up the little black plastic clips, and as I watch in complete astonishment, he pinches my left nipple, pulling it up, and then he snaps that tight little binder clip right on there.
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