6 comments/ 136221 views/ 25 favorites Spanking sis By: Kinxx My sister Tracy is 18 months older than I am but growing up it always seemed like I was the 'big' brother. Sure we had our fights but more often than not we got along really well. When she broke up with her first serious boyfriend or her friends teased her or her pet fish died, it was me that she came to and cried, we shared almost all of our childhood secrets and when mom & dad split up we were there for each other. It wasn't easy before mom & dad split - they yelled, they fought and as sometimes happens Tracy or I would catch hell for something minor just because they were mad at each other. Tracy was 13 and I was 11 & 1/2 when they split and we were both old enough to realize that each of them were partly at fault but mainly it was Dad - he drank too much, spent more time with his buddies than he did with mom, Tracy or I and no matter how little money there was he always had enough for cigarettes and beer. Mom got custody and other than the occasional weekend we didn't see much of dad. The other thing that changed was discipline - dad was the strict one and fully believed that nothing worked better than a hand firmly applied to the butt of whoever had broke the rules. It was always a hand but depending on what we'd done wrong it could be pants on, pants off/underwear on or right on the bare ass. Once I even got spanked in front of three of my friends for sneaking a beer out so we could try it. Mom on the other hand was a "let's talk and work it out kind of person". Unfortunately that didn't work with the two of us and as we grew older we got more and more out of hand – by the time I was 16 we'd both smoked, drank occasionally, skipped school, tried pot and a few other things. It all came to a head one night when mom was working late and Tracy and I were sitting in the corner of the back yard after a swim in the pool sharing a joint. What we didn't know (until it was too late) was that mom had come home early and been dropped off by a friend because her car wouldn't start. Neither of us saw her come into the yard until she was right there and we were caught dead to rights. Now we figured that we'd get a big lecture about drugs and we were right - up to a point. After we'd been lectured in the living room for about 15 minutes mom said, "I've finally realized that sometimes your dad was right. We never had these kinds of problems when he was around because you both knew that you'd get a spanking if you didn't behave. I've done everything I can to avoid it but obviously it's not working so both of you – go to your rooms now and get ready for a spanking." Neither of us really thought she'd go through with it but we weren't going to argue so we quickly went up to our bedrooms which were side by side. I knew mom really meant business when I heard her go into Tracy's room and yell at her, "you're the oldest, you should have known better now get your bottoms off and get over my knee!" I could hear Tracy try talking mom out of it but from she obviously ended up over mom's knee as I could easily hear her ass getting soundly spanked. I could hear each slap as it landed and soon I could hear Tracy sniffling and eventually crying and saying how sorry she was. I'd almost forgotten that I was in for the same treatment until I heard mom say, "Now maybe you'll realize I mean what I say and your brother's going to learn the same thing in a minute or so." Less than 30 seconds later, mom came into my room and said, "No doubt you heard Tracy's punishment just as I'm sure she'll hear yours. Take your shorts off and get over my knee right now!" I'd already realized there wasn't any chance of talking her out of spanking me so I did what she said. When I had heard Tracy sniffling and crying I thought maybe she over reacting or had a low pain tolerance but when the first couple of swats landed I realized that mom wasn't taking it easy on either of us and it damn well hurt. I didn't quite end up crying but I sure had tears in my eyes by the time she was done. Both Tracy and I went to bed that night with a sore ass and the knowledge that things had changed and we'd better behave or else. Fast forward about 5 years. We'd finished high school, finished college, moved out and had our own lives. Once we were away from Mom, both of us had gotten quite a bit wilder again. We'd been raised in the country but now we were living in the city almost across the state - some drugs, lots of drinking, partying and spending more than we made with the shitty jobs we had. I'd been engaged once but that ended before we got married and Tracy got married at 21. It took Tracy less than a year to figure out that her husband's pharmaceutical sales didn't involve stores nor were they legal. He got busted, she had to fight to keep the property they seized and they got divorced - thankfully there weren't any kids yet. Again, it was my shoulder she cried on when she found out and again when the divorce was finalized. We stayed close and often got together for supper, drinks or just to chill. Tracy had come to like the things that her ex's money bought and had a hard time making ends meet but I'd pulled myself out before I got too deep in debt. I had a not bad two bedroom apartment in a complex and she had a barely livable one bedroom in a house. Dad had died a couple of years ago - he drove into a bridge abutment at over 120km/h with a blood alcohol level just over 2 so mom had used the insurance money to buy a much nicer place further in the country. It was during one of our evenings together that Tracy said, "You know...it's taken me a while to figure it out but really the only reason we behaved as kids was that we knew the consequences - without consequences we've both done a lot of shit we shouldn't have." We'd already had a few drinks and a couple of spiffs so the conversation didn't surprise me much. "Yup, we sure caught hell as kids sometimes - good thing we can do what we want now!" "That's my point - we are doing what we want and quite often we shouldn't. Ok, you've changed but I'm still spending too much and partying too much. I'd really appreciate it if you would help me." It wasn't the first time she'd needed to borrow money & she'd usually paid me back so I said, "Sure, how much do you need?" "I've made a budget and blown way past it - I'm about $500 short on this month's rent and bills but what I really need is to know there are consequences." I knew she was going somewhere with this but it really wasn't sinking in and obviously the look on my face told her as much so she continued, "I need to borrow $500 but I also need to be punished for spending too much. There's no one else that would understand what I'm saying or that I would trust to tell this to. I guess what I'm asking is for you to spank me." Ok, now that made it through the fog pretty quickly. "Spank you...you mean spank as in my hand hitting your ass?" "Yes, that's exactly what I mean, just like mom or dad used to do it when we were really bad." That sunk in even quicker because I knew exactly what she meant - it was when we were really bad that the spanking was on the bare ass. "Are you sure? It seems kind of weird and almost wrong to be spanking my sister's bare ass but if you're sure..." Instead of replying, Tracy stood up, walked over to me, undid her pants, sliding them down to her knees taking her thong panties with them and lay over my knee. "Spank me," she said, "spank me hard!" Now I know its wrong but when a 22yr old guy with no girlfriend has a good looking 24yr old naked female ass across his lap there's a really good chance he's going to get hard and I did. When I say 'good looking' it might even be an understatement. Tracy had a great figure - about 130 lbs, 5'3", at least a 36" or 38" bust, smooth tanned skin and a firm but very nicely rounded ass. As her thong came down I could easily see that she was totally clean shaven. As she got in position over my knee, her dark brown hair fell away from her shoulders and down over my legs. Even before the first swat I was stiffening so I figured I'd better get it over with before she noticed. At first I was too timid to really spank her but after a dozen or so strokes I was getting into it and my hand started coming down harder. She obviously felt it too because she started pushing down against my crotch to get away from the hand and that didn't help my hard on go down at all. By 20 strokes her ass was red, by 30 she was whimpering and when I stopped at 40 she was bawling like a baby. When I was done, she crawled up into my lap, put her arms around me and cried some more. As the tears slowed to a stop, she whispered in my ear, "Thanks, I think that's what I've needed." She just sat there for a while until she'd settled down, then she got up pulled her pants back up and sat beside me. We started talking and came to an agreement that if she went over her budget and admitted it then she'd get 1 stroke for every $5 over budget but if I checked her spending and caught her over budget then it would be 2 strokes for every $5 over. Things went fine (if you count spanking your sisters bare ass as 'fine') for a couple of months. Usually once or twice a month, Tracy would be over my knee for a spanking and I thought I was getting pretty good at adjusting myself so she couldn't feel that I was hard as a rock while she was lying over my lap. Then things changed when she lost her job - it wasn't her fault, the company wasn't doing well and got rid of a lot of their junior employees and she was one of them. Without a job she couldn't afford her rent and it wasn't long before she'd moved into my spare bedroom. We worked it out that instead of paying rent she would look after the apartment, cook, clean and stuff like that. At first all went well but then the dinners either weren't getting done or were just microwaved stuff, the apt wasn't getting cleaned and she was running up my phone bill. One night I came home to no dinner, a dirty apt, her watching some soap opera on TV and I lost it. "I've given you a place to stay, not charged you for any food or rent and all you have to do is look after the place and you can't even do that. Get your pants off and get over here now!" At first I thought she was going to argue but she obviously realized that wasn't a good plan so she did what I told her and quickly found her ass getting sore and red. After 50 swats I told her to get dressed and get supper ready or she'd get another spanking. Tracy said her ass hurt too much to put her pants on right away so half jokingly I told her I didn't care if she had pants on or not - I wanted supper. She thought about it for a minute and proceeded to take her pants and underwear all the way off and got supper ready. Without making it too obvious I kept an eye on her and was still hard and even had a wet spot on the front of my pants by the time supper was ready. It quickly became the norm that after a hard spanking she would leave her pants off until the redness and the stinging went away. It was also the norm that when I went to bed at night after spanking her that I'd lay in bed replaying the spanking in my mind. The memory of her warmth on my lap, her bare ass going from white to pink to red and the tempting swell of her bare pussy lips peaking out guaranteed a huge cum. Several times over the next few months I thought that she'd intentionally done something to get a spanking but having her ass right there in front of me, her bare pussy almost rubbing against my leg and watching her wiggle and squirm as her cheeks got redder was so much of a turn on that I really didn't care. One night before jerking off, I started looking at some internet porn sites and thought I'd check out some spanking videos. I was quite surprised to find that instead of being a huge turn on, watching girls get spanked got me hard but not the same as when it was Tracy. I kept looking and found one called 'Sis gets spanked'. It was a shitty plot but I was hard almost instantly. The movie was about an older brother who came home from college and caught his 19 yr old sister toking up in the garage. He promptly snapped some pics with his cell phone and threatened to tell their parents. Of course she said she'd do anything if he didn't tell and as a result she ended up somewhat reluctantly over his knee with her pants around her knees while he spanked her bare ass until it was a rosy shade of red. As I watched it, I stroked myself to orgasm and quickly realized that it wasn't just the spanking I liked, it was the fact it was my sister. When I came it was a gusher - blowing past the paper towel I was holding and all over the carpet. I watched it a couple more times that night and each time was a far bigger ejaculation than normal. After that, I ended up with a fair collection of videos that were supposedly a brother spanking his sister. If I wasn't lucky enough to spank Tracy then I'd watch one of the videos and jerk off until I came before going to bed. More than once when I was spanking her firm little ass I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch her pussy, have her touch my cock, lick her pussy, have her suck my cock and especially to actually have sex with her. Of course I couldn't just say, "hey sis, do you want to fuck?" and I had no idea how to lead into it easily. That changed one night when I came home from work and went to check email. I'm by no means compulsive but I noticed that some of the things on my desk weren't where I thought I'd left them and when I moved the mouse to kill the screensaver my browser was open and I knew I'd closed it that morning. That got me curious so I did a bit more looking and when I checked the history I could see that there had been quite a few porn sites opened during the day when I was at work so it must have been Tracy. Even more surprising was that a number of them were spanking related and a couple were even incest! Then I went to the folder that had my porn vids in it (aptly called 'work stuff') and noticed that instead of being arranged by date, they were arranged by name. That had me hard right away picturing Tracy watching my porn collection so I immediately thought that this would be a good chance to see if Tracy was really interested in more than getting spanked. I knew Tracy was working until 6 (she'd finally gotten a part time job) so she wouldn't be home for about an hour. That gave me time to create a new folder in my porn folder and called it 'new vids'. Then I downloaded a few new spanking vids into it and looked for a good incest flick. It took a little while but I found a great one of a 25 yr old brother and his 21 yr old sister that shared a room while on vacation with their parents. It started with him masturbating in bed after she was asleep but she woke up and caught him. He was totally embarrassed and stopped but she wanted him to continue so he said he would if she did it too. Soon they were both naked and masturbating and of course that led to all sorts of touching and fucking. I named it 'brother-sister fuck' so there wasn't any doubt what it was and added it to the new folder as well. Once all that was done I left a note on the table saying that I'd gone out with the guys for a bit and wouldn't likely be home until midnight hoping that she'd take the opportunity to look at some more porn. Once that was done, I re-arranged my closet so I had lots of room, cracked the door open enough to see the bed and computer then I waited in the closet. It felt like a long time but it was only about 15 minutes before she came home and I could picture her stopping at the table and reading my note. I heard her coming towards the bedroom and she called my name a few times and when there wasn't any answer it sounded like she was heading for her room. At first I thought she was tired and was going to bed early but then I heard her coming back towards my room. I couldn't see her at first but when she moved into my line of vision I could see she'd changed into her housecoat. Sure enough she sat down at the computer and started surfing. I couldn't see what she was watching too well but I could hear things easily enough and just listening to the sounds of sex and occasionally someone getting spanked was enough to get me noticeably hard. I thought maybe she was playing with herself while she was watching but I really couldn't tell. She must have gotten bored surfing because next she went right to my porn folder (now I knew she'd been there before) and she spent a few seconds looking before she noticed the 'new vids' folder and quickly opened it up. She was obviously trying to decide what to watch first and I could tell by the sounds and what I could see that she'd finally picked the 'brother-sister fuck' one. It was about 15 minutes long and in less than 5 minutes she'd put it to full screen and moved to the bed to watch it. It wasn't long before the housecoat was opened and now I could easily see that she was playing with herself. She reached into the pocket of her housecoat and pulled out a fair sized vibrator and started teasing her nipples with it before running it down her belly to her pussy. I'd never seen her tits before and they were gorgeous - full, firm and the nipples were erect and looked as hard as pebbles as she rubbed and squeezed one and then the other. I could also see her other hand move as she thrust the vibrator in and out of a very wet sounding pussy while I stood there in the closet and watched. I'd instantly gotten totally hard and was almost mesmerized by what I was seeing. I fought off the urge to pull out my cock and jerk off until I came. Instead I figured it was now or never so I opened the closet door as quietly as I could and moved toward the bed. She was so focused on playing with herself and watching the video that she didn't even know I was there at first. It looked like she was getting close to cumming and I'm not sure if it was a noise, a movement or she just sensed me but suddenly she looked my way and froze for a few seconds, let out a short scream and started sputtering. "I...I...I'm sorry. I was just..." "It's ok, I figured out you were looking around on my computer and I saw some of the sites you'd looked at but I wasn't sure if you were just turned on by just the spanking or if it was because I was your brother so I put those vids there and left you the note hoping you'd take the time to look some more." I noticed she hadn't covered herself up and the vibrator was still buzzing in her pussy so she obviously wasn't too upset at getting caught. "Oh shit, I'm totally embarrassed. Yes the spanking turns me on. Do you remember the first time Mom spanked us?" Not much use in denying it so I said, "yup, we both caught hell that night and my ass was still a little tender the next morning." "Well, in all the years that Dad spanked me I never got aroused and when Mom started spanking me I was embarrassed because I knew you could hear what was happening but I still wasn't aroused. However the very first time you spanked me my pussy started getting wet as soon as I was over your lap and when I felt your erection against my leg I got even wetter. By the time you finished spanking me it hurt like hell but it also turned me on like nothing else ever has. My ass still stung when I got into bed but I was so horny that I masturbated to several orgasms just re-playing that spanking in my mind. "You did? Wow, I thought I was weird for getting hard just spanking you! I jerked off thinking about it when I went to bed too and the orgasm when I finally came was awesome. "I can feel you getting hard when you're spanking me and then I usually get myself off at night afterwards thinking about you seeing my bare ass and the feel of your hard cock pressing against my belly. Judging from your hard-ons and your video collection I figured that you jerked off after spanking me as well." Spanking sis Both of us paused for a bit and then she got a different look on her face and continued. "We've both masturbated thinking about spanking or getting spanked, you've seen my ass and pussy lots of times and now you've seen me totally naked but I've never seen you undressed - how about you take your clothes off and give me a spanking, that way I can see you naked and feel you against me while you spank me." Wow this was going even better than I hoped so I thought I'd take a chance and push it a little further, "Ok, but only if you leave the vibrator in your pussy while I spank you." Without waiting for an answer, I started undressing and was quite happy when my erect cock sprang free and Tracy said, "wow, you're bigger than my ex!" Then she made a big show of sliding the vibrator all the way into her pussy before lying over my lap. There was already precum running down my cock as I felt her bare skin against mine for the first time and I could feel the end of the vibrator against my leg just as I'm sure she could feel my slippery cock against her belly. I think we both knew this wasn't going to be the same as the other spankings - I spanked her hard but not as hard as usual and took the time to rub her lower back, thighs and ass between strokes. I'd thought I was fully hard when I started but it felt like I was growing harder and larger with every swat. The more I touched her, the more she spread her legs until I could clearly see her shaved slit and she was already so wet she looked like she'd been oiled. I took the opportunity to slide a finger along her very wet slit a couple of times in between swats. Judging from her moans and the way she was breathing, I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one who was really turned on and when I thought she was almost ready to cum, I stopped spanking and touching her. "Noooo, don't stop, I'm almost there", she whimpered. "I've got a better idea - we've both admitted to masturbating by ourselves after a spanking, why not masturbate for each other right now? I'll jerk off and you use the vibrator and we'll be able to see each other cum." I could see she liked the idea but it took us a few minutes to find a position that was comfortable and we could easily see each other. We ended up lying somewhat on our sides in opposite directions and the view was amazing. Not only could I see and hear the vibrator going in and out of her smooth, wet pussy, I was close enough to smell her arousal, see small beads of her juices on the vibrator and her lips clinging to it when she pulled it back out. I'm not sure which one of us moved first, it could even have been at the same time but I reached out and tentatively touched her pussy and almost simultaneously I felt her hand over mine on my cock so I pulled my hand away and she continued stroking me. It had quickly gone from masturbating for each other to actually masturbating each other. I wasn't sure about Tracy but knew I was getting close to cumming so I thought I'd take a chance and go one step further. I'd already pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and replaced it with 3 fingers so I moved closer to her, pulled my fingers out and ran my tongue up her slit. When I did, her whole body twitched and she stopped stroking my cock. I thought maybe I'd gone too far but then I felt her mouth replace her hand. As her lips formed a seal around my cock and she started sucking, my tongue found her clit and I began teasing it as I fingered her. I went back and forth between fingering her while I licked her clit and licking and sucking on her soaking wet pussy while I stroked her clit with my finger. We both must have already been really close to cumming because it only took a few minutes before we both came. I came first and I could feel jet after jet of cum shoot down my cock and into her mouth. After the second or third pulse of cum, I could feel her mouth and throat contract as she swallowed and when she thrust her pussy even harder against my face and I could feel an actual jet of fluid erupt from her as the walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers. It took a few minutes before either of us could do or say anything and then both of us said, "WOW!" at exactly the same time which broke the tension and sent us both into fits of laughter. When we finally stopped laughing, Tracy looked at me and said, "my favourite fantasy when I masturbate is of you spanking me and then us making love and now I'm pretty sure you feel the same way. Would you like to make love to your sister?" I've heard many times that actions speak louder than words so seeing as I was still hard I simply pulled her on top of me and unlike other lovers I'd had there weren't any problems lining things up we just slid together like two parts of a well oiled machine. The feeling of her hot wet pussy stretching to accept my cock was incredible - not just that I was finally having sex with my sister but it felt so much better than any other sex I'd had and I told her so. As she leaned down to kiss me I could see a couple of tears running down her face. "I feel the same way too, this is what I've always wanted sex to feel like but it never has until now." Seeing as I'd already came once I knew I was good for a while and I'm glad I was because I quickly found out that Tracy was truly multi-orgasmic. I wasn't counting but I'm sure she had somewhere between 12 and 20 orgasms before I couldn't hold my next one back any longer. She must have felt it too because she sped up her thrusts and leant down to kiss me again before whispering, "your turn now - fill me up with your cum for the first time." That was all it took and I erupted inside her. She lay on top of me for a while, both of us just basking in the feeling of total pleasure and the knowledge that this was what we'd both been looking for all our lives. Fast forward another 4 years - we were still enjoying our lives together except once we were alone in the apartment we were truly a couple but to everyone who knew us we were still just brother and sister sharing an apartment. At first I was worried that the initial thrill of having sex with my sister would wear off but if anything it got stronger and stronger. We still enjoyed spanking but now it was mostly just foreplay before a really good night of sex. It wasn't unusual of one of us to wake up with the other sucking or licking the other to orgasm and we'd had sex in every part of the apartment and a few places outside of it when we were sure we wouldn't get caught. Mom had passed away from a sudden heart attack and once the estate was settled we had enough money to pay off our debts and have a sizable chunk left over. Seeing as we already have the same last name, now we're planning on moving somewhere new so we can start over as husband and wife not brother and sister – and no one will know the difference! Spanking Starts the Show About a month after we got married, Ed and I discovered what a turn-on it was for him to give me a good, butt warming spanking. I remember the first time. It all started over such a trivial incident. During Ed's last year of law school we decided to get married. I worked in a store near campus. Money was tight. But, we didn't want to wait to get married so we went ahead and tied the knot. We moved into a cute little apartment near campus. One day Ed came home from class and found me napping on the couch. He woke me and asked about the awful smell coming from the kitchen. I jumped up and ran to the oven. The casserole I made for supper was burned. We laughed as I stood there with an oven mitt holding that smoldering dish in one hand. Ed pretended to get real serious and stern. He said wasting food on our limited budget was nothing to laugh at. I went along with him and faked crying like the world was about to end. He stepped closer and made me put the dish in the sink. Grasping my shoulders he looked me in the eye and said I was a bad girl. I should be punished. I kept doing my fake crying and said, "Please don't spank me." I don't know where that came from, it just slipped out. Ed marched me over to the ratty old couch we had and sat down with me standing in front of him. With a few quick moves he undid my slacks and pushed them down to my ankles. My panties followed next. I can remember such a strong feeling of anticipation and heat that washed over my body. Its like it happened yesterday. I stepped out of my clothes and voluntarily bent myself over his lap. His first open-handed smack was a little tentative. He got into it more with each swift whack on the tender cheeks of my ass. By the time he had delivered a half dozen firm smacks, I was more turned on than I had every been before. I was all over him like a tigress in heat. I pushed him back on the couch and freed his hard cock. Ed got the best blowjob of his life. In the fifteen years since, we have used spanking as a prelude to great sex, whenever the urge has come over us. I don't mean to say we do it all the time. Most of the time I like sex slow and tender. But we've developed little signals to let each other know when a good spanking is in order. Sometimes I'll leave my skanties lying scattered across the bathroom floor so Ed will see them. When he points out my little mess I'll give him a look and admit what a bad girl I've been. He gets the message pretty quick. A good, butt warming spanking and great sex is sure to follow. I suppose not having any children helps when it comes to spontaneous stuff like that. We've always wanted kids, but it just hasn't been in the cards for us. The same is true for our good friends Dean and Darcy. We do a lot of stuff with them like going out to dinner and playing golf in our mixed foursome. Dean and my Ed are both lawyers in the same big firm. That's how we all got to be friends. Darcy and I spend a lot of time, and our husband's money, shopping together. Once, when we were having lunch, I mentioned my strong affection for a good spanking as a prelude to great sex. Darcy smiled and I noticed the color rise in her cheeks as I described what Ed and I do. It must have been that day when the idea popped into my head. Sometimes the little devil in me comes out to play. Fast forward about a month. The four of us were in a mixed doubles golf tournament at our club. That's where the husbands and wives team up to compete against each other. Darcy and I are about equal when it comes to golfing ability. Dean is a little better than my Ed. Dean and Darcy finished sixth, just one place from getting a trophy. Ed and I finished tenth. We all had dinner at the club afterward. Then we went back to our house for drinks. Ed opened a good bottle of wine. I put on some nice music. We all relaxed on the big L-shaped couch in our family room. After my second glass I decided to try out my little devil of an idea. Dean and Darcy were sitting on the part of the couch on the other side of Ed. There was a lull in the conversation. I leaned over to my hubby and said, "I missed that chip shot on the seventeenth hole on purpose." I said it loud enough for our guests to hear. They both looked at me with puzzled looks on their faces. I gave Ed my best naughty little girl expression. I watched as the realization slowly dawned on him. He sipped his drink like he was considering the situation. He turned his head and looked directly into my eyes. A little smile formed on his lips. I glanced over at our guests. Darcy sat there staring. A sudden flush of color reddened the fair skin on her cheeks. She's a natural redhead. Like almost all women with that asset, her face colors at the slightest hint of embarrassment. Ed took another sip of his drink and asked in a loud hoarse whisper, "Were you being a naughty girl?" I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded. The heat was rising in my cheeks too. I could feel the tingles of excitement building in my nipples and cunny. Ed put his glass down on the table. He let his hands rest flat on his thighs and looked straight ahead. Dean spoke up, "What's going on with you two?" Ed turned his head and looked over at Dean and Darcy. "You both heard Julie's confession. She deliberately shanked her approach on seventeen." Dean just looked puzzled. But Darcy suddenly grasped her husband's arm and was breathing a little faster. I didn't want to lose the opportunity of the moment. I stood up and faced the three of them. "I was a bad girl," I blurted out, "And I need to be punished." Dean's eyebrows shot up. He said, "This could get interesting. Don't let us being here stand in the way." Ed looked me in the eye, his head tilted back. He looked like he was about to ask if I wanted my spanking in front of our guests. I stood there for a long moment. I had on a nice while silk blouse and a skirt I changed into after our round of golf at the club. I thought about answering my husband's unspoken question. I still didn't trust my voice. I decided to take the bold approach instead. I reached up under my skirt and found the elastic bands on my panty hose and panties with my fingers. With one quick motion I pushed them down. I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my crumpled undies off my feet. Then I stood up straight, knowing everyone was aware that I was naked under my skirt. I was enjoying the rush from my new twist to the little game Ed and I had practiced so many times before. "Well, this could get interesting," was Dean's comment. Darcy didn't say anything when I glanced at her. But there was no doubt she was stunned by my boldness. She crossed her legs and seemed to be clinging to Dean's arm. The rosy glow on her cheeks was more pronounced than before. Ed smiled as he reached for my arm. He firmly guided me past his legs and turned me so that my back was toward our guests. He pulled me down. My knees sunk into the couch cushion. I got another inner tingle realizing my bare ass would be laid out toward Dean and Darcy. My excitement was building. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and my tender lips down there swelling with anticipation. Any doubt I had about Ed rising to my bold challenge was long gone. He kept the pressure on my arm as he guided me into position across his lap. I was still covered by my skirt. But I knew my man would never settle for anything less than a bare butt spanking. He proceeded to play out our game with delicious teasing. He smoothed the thin material covering my most private parts. I buried my face in the cushion. I knew, just moments away, the feel of cool air would be followed by the hot smacks I loved so much. The moment dragged on. My wetness increased even more. And the knowledge that our friends would witness my humiliation made my excitement even more intense. The unveiling of my bare bottom and the first whack were separated by just one quick beat. The loud crack of his hand on my tender flesh is always a surprise. I felt the blow and enjoyed the sensation of heat spreading from my naked tush to mingle with the heat from my pussy. The second and third smacks from Ed's open hand were better than the first. When the fourth blow landed hard I nearly came right then. My rear was really getting the thrashing I enjoyed. The fifth and sixth whacks landed close together. I imagined the looks of fascinated interest that must have been on the faces of Dean and Darcy. It was all too much. When Ed landed that seventh blow my orgasm exploded in my pussy. It was such a powerful release I had to push my face deeper into the cushion. I was sure my cries of pleasure were heard by everyone. Ed must have felt my quivering flesh and heard my stifled screams. He let his hand rest on my bare bottom. He held my red cheeks firmly as my orgasm faded. The he scooted me over his lap and helped me turn. I came to rest sitting with my back to the end of the couch. My legs rested across his lap as I faced our guests where they sat on the other section of the couch. I could feel Ed's hard cock with the side of my lower leg. Darcy sat with her mouth open - one of the few times she has ever been at a loss for words. Dean held his wineglass in one hand. He raised it, smiling, and said, "Excellent job, Ed. Nothing like giving a naughty lady what she deserves." Ed picked up his glass. He joined the toast with a smile. Then Dean turned to look at Darcy, "Anything you want to get off your lovely chest, my dear?" She looked stunned for a second. Then a sly smile spread across her lips. I saw the little devil in her eye. In the sweet afterglow of my tender humiliation I was ready to watch whatever she was willing to do. I let my fingers find the wet folds of my pussy under my skirt. I laid back, slowly playing with myself, as I waited for my good friend to make a move. Darcy turned toward Dean and said, "You won't get any confessions out of me. But I want exactly what Julie just got. If I don't get it I will be out tomorrow in our driveway. I'll be washing the inside of your Mercedes with the hose." No one reacted for a long second. Then Ed let out a howl before saying, "You tell him, Darcy. You need help, I'll bring the bucket and the soap." Dean sat looking at her. The goofy look on his face betrayed his indecision. But it was obvious she had made a serious challenge and wasn't about to back down. Dean finally realized that. He threw up his hands and then pointed down at his lap. "Put your cute little bare ass right here. I'll give you a spanking you won't forget." Darcy stood up. At the same time, I think all four of us realized the problem she was faced with. After golf she had changed into a short sweater and culottes. It was the same as having on a pair of shorts. The only way she could get ready for her spanking was to get naked from the waist down. I felt for my friend. At the same time I couldn't wait to see what she would do. I hoped she wouldn't chicken out. I shouldn't have worried. Darcy turned her back to the couch. Her fingers unzipped her culottes at the side and unbuttoned it. She let the dam thing fall and stepped out of it. She stood there still for little while in her black bikini panties and let the boys anticipate her next move. From where Ed and were sitting we could see her off to one side. My nasty husband leaned forward to improve his view. Darcy didn't disappoint the boys. She dropped her panties with one quick move and stepped out of them. She straightened up and glanced over at Ed and me. Her dark red bush was trimmed short and it looked like I didn't have the only wet pussy in the room. My fingers were making lazy circles around my swollen little clit. I wanted to be ready to come again watching Darcy get her first real spanking. She wasn't ready to climb on Dean's lap. I guess she must have felt kind of silly standing there with just her sweater, naked from the waist down. Still looking at Ed and me she solved that problem. The sweater went over her head. Her sheer black bra came off next. She smiled and held her arms straight out. She turned around slowly, then did it again. We all enjoyed the sight of her naked body displayed in front of us. The gentle dark curls on her head ended just above her perky white breasts and their hard pink nipples When Darcy finally turned and crawled onto Dean's lap he looked like he had forgotten what he was supposed to do. She arranged herself into the same position I had been in on Ed's lap. Dean looked sheepishly at us. He rested his hand on the pale skin of her tush. Darcy spoke up in a stern voice, "Do it now, Dean! You know what I want." He didn't have to be told again. His first smack was pretty tame. Darcy wiggled on his lap and said something we couldn't hear. His second effort sounded like a pistol shot. The red imprint of his hand was perfectly visible on her tender left cheek. Dean wound up again and delivered another hard smack. Darcy let out a scream but she made no move to stop him. His hand struck again, raising another red imprint on her other cheek. Ed had his fingers next to mine, stroking my wet pussy. I stopped playing with myself only long enough to get out of my blouse and bra. Ed pulled my skirt free. I was as naked as Darcy and feeling like I needed a hard cock to satisfy my needs. I said, "I want to fuck, right now honey." Ed squirmed out of his pants like they were on fire. His hard cock stood hard and ready. I straddled him and reached down between us. I guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I put my tits in his face and lowered myself, taking his cock deep inside. When I started to move up and down on that engorged cock, Ed found my swollen clitty with his fingers. The sensations happening all at once were a trip. Little cries coming from the other end of the couch got my attention. I looked over at our guests. Darcy had matched my position again. She was busily fucking her pussy with Dean's hard cock. Her titties were bouncing with every stroke. She turned her head and our eyes met. We traded smiles and turned back to our men. "I'm gonna come baby!" Ed looked up as he gave me his warning. "Pinch me," I challenged him back. He knew what I wanted. He pinched my swollen clit and brought my orgasm crashing through my cunt. I felt Ed's cock unloading inside me. I had no doubt his climax was as intense as my own. He shot so much juice inside me it was running out of my pussy, drenching him under me. We both turned to watch Darcy still bouncing on her husband's lap. She was moving even faster than before. Her arms were around his neck. His hands were hidden between them. They both realized we were watching. That sent Darcy over the edge. Her body tensed and she screamed out, "I'm coming so hard! Oh God, it feels so good!" All four of us were quiet. Darcy was hugging Dean as she slumped on his lap. We all needed a few minutes to recover after such intense sex. I was enjoying those little nerve tremors that always followed a roaring orgasm. "She sure has a cute little ass on her," Ed said, still looking over at our guests. I looked down at him. He turned back and looked at me. I said, "I suppose you'd like to get yourself some of that red haired pussy?" Ed shook his head. "No, baby. You take care of me so good I don't need anyone else." I smiled and said, "Right answer. But it was a rush to watch them, and know they were watching us." "You got that right. But next time we ought to take it a little slower." I couldn't believe he said that. All I could think of to say was, "Next time?" Spanking Story So, you think that you'd like to be spanked: A few years ago I was dating a dirty little blonde who was intelligent, attractive, and had a personality to match. One evening after a date out, I was sitting on her sofa and she was lying down with her head on my lap. We weren't really doing much of anything. I think that we were talking or watching television. She was wearing jeans. I playfully gave her a light swat on her bottom. She moaned and squirmed as if she were starting to cum. I was caught off guard because we hadn't been doing anything that would have aroused her. In fact, we had yet to have sex. Teasingly, I said, "How interesting." Her face turned red. Not long after that fun little evening, I found out that she loved to be spanked, and I mean spanked! She liked it often, and she liked it hard. This was all new to me. Feeling somewhat insecure, I asking her if everything was ok. I wanted to know how being spanked made her feel and if I was being too rough. By no means do I want to imply that I was an innocent player in our game because the very hint of pushing her beyond her limits is so erotic that it overwhelmed my senses. (In fact, the mere act of writing this story is making my balls ache and cock stiffen) I just did not want to take it any farther than she wanted. The thought of spanking her until it hurt, pushing her beyond her expectations, or beyond what she thought she could take, was a real turn on. Knowing that I could do things to her that caused her to lose self control like the time that she curled up on the bed in an attempt to regain bodily functions, created a sense of ecstasy that I will never forget. But, there is a big difference between pushing her limits and going too far. In the end, that really didn't matter because I was soon to find that she wanted it taken a long, long, way. This was one girl that really didn't have any limits. It was not possible for me to take it too far. As time went on I came to the realization that it wasn't just the spankings that turned her on, but everything about being a submissive. What fascinated me is how elaborate our sex games had become. I don't know why these games drove her so wild, but in retrospect maybe it was because of the fact that a woman with her level of intelligence and business savvy needed a break from reality. And, break her I did. Sometimes I'd tell her to go into the bedroom and remove all of her clothing, bend over, grab her ankles, and wait until I came in. Without even a whimper she'd wander off to do as she was told. Sometimes I'd wait a few minutes; giving her time to undress. Other times I'd amuse myself by watching her prepare for what was yet to come. The first thing that I did after she had disrobed was to inspect her body. I methodically examined her, probing every nook and cranny, leaving her in a state of helpless violation. I covered every inch, even going so far as to stick a finger into each side of her mouth, forcing it open to be inspected. With her legs straining wide open, I made her squat, ever demanding that she conform to whatever position necessary to complete the examination. Her humiliation had begun. After she had striped down naked and passed my inspection, she'd bend over; grab her ankles, and stand with her legs apart which caused her ass checks to spread wide open. This exposed her little pussy and little asshole so that they faced upward and slightly open. Ordering her to stand in this position left her helpless to any twisted vile whim that entered my mind. Instead of grabbing her ankles, I considered having her reach back and pull her ass checks wide open. But, after having her experiment with a few varied positions, I came to the conclusion that she could not expose herself anymore than when grabbing her own ankles. She was a petite little thing and bending over opened her up in a way that made her little pussy look disproportionately large and meaty. It was an amazing experience looking between her legs and seeing the inside of her thighs spread wide open ready to be used. What a wonderful fleshy exhibition. She looked so raunchy and helpless. I never imagined that a woman could look so kinky and dirty. She was now poised for me to work her over. While I was becoming more aggressive, she was becoming, "my little cunt." I took complete control. She willfully transformed herself from an intelligent independent woman into my slutty little whore that obeyed my every command. Her rounded shapely little bottom stuck high into the air. I stood over my little cunt; she with her hands grasping her ankles while I rubbed her body from her shoulders all the way down to the soft spot behind her knees. She began to shake. I could hear her fearful little moans; almost tearful whimpers as she struggled to prepared herself for my assault on her hapless little body. For just a brief moment I stopped what I was doing to stick my nose up into her protruding lips smelling the pungent odor emanating from between her legs. She stunk of sex. Like a rabid dog, I lapped up her juices. She moaned. I stood behind and slightly to the right of her with my slowly hardening cock free to brush up against her quivering thigh. I repeatedly ran my hands all over her little body. There really wasn't a particular pattern, I just massaged and rubbed and stroked and pressed and kneaded and squeezed and manipulated and pinched and pulled and work her from her ankles to her perky little breasts and back again. Over and over I worked, toughing and pulling at my baby girls nipples, only changing the tempo to fit my mood. At times I worked in a slow deliberate fashion, while others, tearing at her like a wild beast. Her quivering was so intense that I thought that she would collapse. Occasionally, I'd slide my finger up into her dripping wet pussy and then slowly pull it out, only stopping to tug on her clit for a moment or two. I worked on my little whore's body until the volume of her moans signaled the loss of control. It was not long before she bore the marks that come from being mauled. Every now and then, she'd pick up on the sexual rhythm that was being generated and rock back and forth as if she were dancing to some euphoric trance inducing jungle sound. This I did not tolerate. I rapidly pushed my finger up into her little asshole as a way to keep her in a state of confusion. She was shocked. Pushing my finger up into her ass was so unexpected that it only served to intensify the pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm her. Her moans increased in volume and saliva trickled from the side of her mouth. In between her gasps I heard a faint gurgling coming form her throat. Surrendering her last bit of pride, her eyes rolled back in her head. She begged me to start rubbing her again. She'd fall to the floor and spread her legs as wide as she could; arching her back while rocking her pussy back and forth pushing it as high into the air as her birthing sized hips allowed. She offered it up to me as one that was using her last ounce of strength to crawl onto a sacrificial alter built for some cruel vengeful god. And when that failed, she'd refer to herself as "your little whore." My only response was to tell her to shut up and do as she was told. There was no way that her begging was going to keep me from completing my task. I took action! I ordered her to stop whining, stand up and resume the position. I didn't really care how horny she had become or what she wanted me to do to her. I wanted my dirty little whore bent over so that I could play with her little pussy and little asshole in any fashion that suited my fancy. And, I wanted her to do it, NOW! With a humiliated look on her face, she did as she was told. She stood up, bent over, and grabbed her ankles. The only difference was that her pussy lips were all puffed up engorged with blood, bright red, and dripping wet. I stepped behind her and proceeded to push my finger back inside her little asshole, except this time I pushed it in with a vengeance. I didn't care if it hurt her. After all, it was not my fault that she did not do as she was told. It was my responsibility to train her to be a good little slut, and train her I did! Her humiliation was complete. For a couple minutes I did not allow her to move at all. Even the slightest twinge required a hard smack on her already red bottom in an attempt to reinforce the command that she had been given. Quickly, she learned to be still with the exception of the involuntary quivering that I felt running from deep inside her asshole and up into my arm. I moved my finger around as much as I could. She violently pushed her ass up against my hand. I didn't let on, but I began to realize that she couldn't control herself any longer because she had been on the edge of cuming for far too long. I pulled my finger out of her ass while demanding that she stay bent over. I started spanking her bottom; first one cheek and then the other. With each stroke I spanked harder and harder. At the same rate that I paddled her ass, her moans became intermixed with screams which only caused me to spank her ever harder. Just when it seems like she was crossing the line between pleasure and pain, I gave her three more swats with my hand, just so she would never forget that I could always go a little farther than her moans told me to go. By this time I was dying to stick my cock inside of her. I knew from both experience and from her cries, that she wanted me inside, and that her ass was her favorite hole to be fucked. I had her get onto her bed in the doggie position, so that her knees were on the edge, with her calves and feet hanging off the side. Her ass stuck out just far enough for me to stand behind her. The position was perfect. I stood behind her, taking a firm grasp of her hips, and with just a couple quick thrusts, slid my cock into her asshole.