****** Punishment by Sally ******
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Punishment


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This story is dedicated to Mkarl and his warped imagination.


Punishment

Michael surveyed his mother's naked bottom as she lay draped over his lap and
considered carefully the type of treatment he should mete out. If he slapped
her too hard she might become uncontrollable; thrashing around and falling off
his knee and he wasn't sure if he was really strong enough to hold her weight.
On the other hand, if he was too lenient and tapped lightly she would despise
him and think him weak. He could feel the eyes of his older sister, Natalie,
and his younger sister, Katy, regarding him keenly, yet when he looked up at
them they demurely dropped their gazes.

For Michael to be left in charge of Punishment was a big responsibility. His
father was on a business trip and, at fourteen, now considered him old enough
to help with the family duties. Michael was thrilled to be considered almost a
man. Punishment was a central theme of their family life. The family was a
happy and obedient one, kept in line by their father's tradition of strict
corporal punishment. There was no sulking or reproaches in their family; all
matters of discipline were dealt with during Punishment on a Sunday night.
Their father would read out the list of family infractions, decide upon the
relevant number of strokes, then slap the bare behind of whoever had done
something wrong. It was very rare that someone was not punished for some
misdemeanour, however small.

This was the first time Michael had been allowed to spank the female members of
his family and he felt nervous. He could feel that his mother and sisters were
secretly amused by his sombre tone as he tried to impersonate his father as he
read out their list of 'crimes'. His hands trembled as he held the paper and
read from it.

When he had finished reading the crimes he decided that he would start with the
easiest to punish - his younger sister, Katy. As was the tradition he invited
her to strip for her punishment. Katy tried to smile at him, to show she knew
he was play acting but Michael met her smile with what he hoped was a steely
gaze. Katy's smile faltered and she pulled her long cotton t-shirt over her
head and slipped out of her panties. Naked, she approached her brother with
trepidation. Her mother and Natalie looked on with interest to see how Michael
would cope.

Michael had determined that six slaps would be sufficient and bade Katy lie
across his lap. Katy obeyed, offering up her bottom for punishment. Looking
down Michael observed the peach-shaped taut buttocks of his younger sister.
Michael had recently been struggling with his new-found sexual feelings and his
sister's cute ass sent signals straight to his groin. Ignoring the sensations
he slapped Katy with what he hoped was a firm stroke. She did not cry out,
another family tradition, and took the six strokes well. Michael's father had
taught him how to spank properly, hand flat, fingers firm, but this was the
first time he had tried it on a real person. Although nervous he found himself
enjoying the feelings: the little stiffening movement of his sister on his lap
as she tensed for the next stroke, the stinging of his own hand as it met with
bare flesh, the glowing red marks that began to appear.

At the end of her punishment Katy climbed off Michael's lap and, as was
tradition after Punishment, went to stand in one corner of the room, head hung.

Now it was his older sister, Natalie's turn. Natalie viewed Michael with
contempt most of the time. She considered herself almost an adult and he just a
kid. She felt insulted that her father had left her to be punished by him.
Natalie looked down at him, hands on hips, as he informed her of her ten
strokes of punishment. Despite his success with Katy, his voice wavered and he
swallowed heavily. Would she refuse him? Would he have to face his father when
he got back and tell him he had failed?

There was an awful silence as he waited for her to make a move. Natalie pursed
her lips. She looked first at Katy and then her mother. Michael's mother
motioned with her head that Natalie should play along and help Michael on his
first time. Natalie sighed and gave in. She began to undo her top, sneering at
Michael as she did so. Michael kept his gaze steady as she undid the buttons
and the full breasts of his sister were slowly exposed. He gulped as the two
firm mounds, unsupported by any need for a bra, swung into view. He felt his
cock shifting in his pants and prayed that it would not betray him. Natalie
noticed his steady gaze on her exposed breasts and smirked. Teasingly she
slipped off her jeans and stepped out of them, kicking them across the room
until she stood in just her panties.

"You want these off too?" she said, mockingly.

"Yes," Michael managed to say

Natalie seemed to pause for while, considering her options, then boldly she
slipped her panties over her hips letting her bushy mound spring into view.

Michael's cock was now firmly pressing against his zipper, so much so that it
became painful.

His beautiful, long-legged sister strolled up to him, then, winking, lay her
self prostrate over his lap. Michael feared that she must surely feel his hard-
on betraying him. If she had she was certainly teasing him unmercifully as she
wriggled about on his lap to get 'comfortable'.

Michael was furious at his sister for teasing him this way, but also turned on
by the sight of his beautiful naked sister. He spanked her with all his might,
stinging his hand and making her start. Natalie put one hand came up behind
herself to ward off his next blow but he merely pushed it away and slapped
again as hard as he could. Every blow relieved his anger at her attempt to
humiliate him. Every blow relieved a part of his own sexual frustration. By the
end of the ten blows tears were streaming down Natalie's face.

Now, humiliated herself, she lifted herself painfully from his lap and went to
stand in the corner. Both Katy (peeping round from her corner) and his mother
were wide-eyed at the treatment he had given his older sister - not even their
father smacked that hard.

Now it was Michael's mother's turn. She stripped silently in front of her
Michael, unbuttoning her blouse, unhooking her bra then sliding off her skirt
and stepping out of her panties. Michael watched all this with silent
appreciation. Even though she was his mother, the sight of her naked flesh,
especially her large, pendulous breasts topped by their dark nipples, tugged at
his groin.

His mother did not look at him as she lay across his lap. He had already
determined that ten slaps was sufficient. He decided that, like Natalie, she
needed to know that he was the natural head of the family when his father was
away and harder, rather than softer was required. It certainly had seemed to
work on Natalie who now stood, head hung, defeated in her corner.

His first blow made contact and his mother winced - this was the first time she
had ever been slapped by any man except her husband and it would take some
getting used to. Even so, she already felt wet and was disappointed that she
would not be able to make love tonight as she and her husband usually did to
'make up' after such a session.

As the blows struck her she felt a familiar feeling - that of a stiff cock
poking in to her as she was slapped. So, she thought, George is not the only
man who is happy administering punishment. She had a momentary flash of
pleasure, quickly followed by guilt, knowing that her son was so aroused.

When her ten strokes were over, she too went and stood in the remaining corner.
Typically the women would have to stand for half and hour to 'reflect' on their
crimes and the punishment they had received.

Michael made them all turn and face their corners, leaving him with the
beautiful sight of three pairs of buttocks, still red from the punishment they
had just received. He could imagine them standing there, the waves of pain and
heat still radiating through their bodies from the punishment HE had given
them. The thought made his cock even harder, straining painfully against his
zipper.

He was torn between going off to his room for a wank and staying and surveying
the three naked women. He suddenly had the devilish idea to do both. With their
faces to the wall, there was no way that the women could see him and they were
not supposed to move from that position for another thirty minutes.

Carefully, oh so carefully, he pulled down his zipper and fished out his
stiffened cock. It felt so good just to relieve it from the confines of his
shorts. Silently he began to slowly rub the shaft, up and down, concentrating
on rubbing the foreskin over the tip of his swollen glans. Precum coated the
cock and stuck to his fingers. He spread his legs and luxuriated in slowly
rubbing his stiff cock behind the backs of the three subservient women. Dirty
thoughts and images raced through his head as his gaze swept from bottom to
bottom. He tried to imagine himself fucking one of the women. The subservient
little Katy? The haughty Natalie? God, that would bring her down a peg or two
to feel HIS cock between her thighs. Or his mother? She was still attractive,
no doubt about that and it would be shockingly thrilling to see her ministering
to his cock - he imagined pumping in and out of her face. He closed his eyes as
images of using his mother and sisters floated freely through his mind.

When he next opened his eyes he was shocked to see that the women he'd just
been fantasizing about had turned round and were now staring at him as he
rubbed his cock. Katy looked shocked, Natalie again had an amused expression on
her face and his mother was silently appraising him with no sign of what she
was thinking. Hurriedly he stuffed his erect cock painfully back inside his
shorts and complained, "What are you doing? You're all supposed to face the
wall!"

"Well," said Natalie, "What are YOU doing?"

"None of your business!" he replied.

Michael's mother stepped in to stop the potential bickering.

"Listen Michael, what you're doing is perfectly normal but that kind of thing
should really be done in the privacy of your own room."

Michael tried to deny it but his hot red face gave him away. His acute
embarrassment turned to anger.

"Turn back and face the wall - all of you - or it'll be another six strokes
each. I'm in charge here!" His voice was almost a squeak.

Katy went to turn around, but, noticing her mother had not budged, stayed her
ground.

"Michael, listen to me," continued his mother. "Your father put you in charge
of Punishment this week, but he would not have wanted you to take advantage of
the situation. Please go to your room and finish off what you have to do."

Michael was furious. Just now he had felt on top of the world. He had
administered the family spankings, even to his own mother, and felt totally in
charge - now his mother was treating him with contempt.

He stood up, angry.

"Right!" he screeched. "You're first! Come over here. Your punishment for
disobedience is six strokes."

"No, I don't think so," said his mother. "I think that punishing us has made
you a little too... excited."

His mother glanced at Natalie who grinned back.

Michael was beside himself with rage - not only had his mother directly refused
him, the women were all beginning to side against him.

"Natalie! Come here!" he barked.

"Why?" asked Natalie, insolently.

"Just do it," said Michael.

Natalie sauntered over to him. Micahael licked his dry lips as her naked body
came closer.

"Sit!" he ordered.

Natalie, glancing upwards and sighing, sat on the sofa.

"Right, if you don't think I'm fit to punish you mother then Natalie will do
it."

All three women gasped with surprise. Although there was no specific rule in
their family that forbade women administering Punishment, tradition dictated
that it was always carried out by a man.

"No!" said Natalie and shot a glance at her mother.

Michael smiled. He had at least got them on the backfoot.

"Alright then. If YOU refuse Natalie I shall consider your behaviour worthy of
six strokes!"

"Oh?" said Natalie. "And who's going to do that?"

"Katy!" he said, triumphantly, knowing he could bully his younger sister into
anything. Natalie had walked right into his trap. Divide and conquer, he
thought.

Katy looked surprised but quite pleased at the thought of being able to punish
her older sister who could be really quite snotty towards her at times.

Natalie stood and tried to act confident. "She wouldn't dare!" she said.

Katy, however, obeyed Michael's instructions to come and sit on the sofa. He
ordered Natalie to lie over Katy's knee. As expected, she refused.

Michael may have been smaller than Natalie but he was definitely stronger. He
pulled one arm up behind her in a sudden movement, forcing her on to the sofa
and over Katy's knee.

"Spank her!" he ordered.

Katy did not have to be asked twice and slapped her older sister's bare behind
with as much force as she could muster. This time Natalie did not take it
quietly. She wriggled and cursed both Michael and her sister as their mother
looked on horrified.

When the six slaps were done he let Natalie slide to the floor, sobbing.

Michael stood over her, triumphantly. Katy sat on the sofa, panting with the
exertion, her face beaming. She had enjoyed the chance to punish Natalie.

"Now," said Michael, calmly, looking down at his beaten sister. "Will you slap
mother or do you want another six?"

Natalie, her bottom burning from the attention of her younger sister's hand
nodded miserably that she agreed. Katy looked disappointed.

Michael hauled her up and made her sit on the sofa. He looked up and met the
eyes of his mother. It was now three against one - would she obey?

"Come mother," he said, smiling, "Your daughter awaits you."

Mrs Evans was not sure what to do. If she now refused her son she risked an
ugly scene, but if she gave in, then she'd be condoning his bad conduct. Maybe
Natalie would just tap at her lightly as a token punishment? At the same time
she secretly hoped for something harsher. She had enjoyed lying across another
man's lap and being punished, even her son's, and she now thrilled to the idea
of being punished again by her daughter too. Mrs Evans loved playing the sub to
her dom husband and the thought of playing sub to her children excited her.
Wicked, repressed thoughts of being punished by her whole family filled her
mind and she found herself becoming wet. Standing there, naked before them,
with all eyes on her, waiting to see what she would do, she suddenly felt more
exposed and more aroused than ever.

With a shudder running through her body she hung her head and said, "I'm sorry
my son, forgive my insolence. Of course I must be punished and I willingly
accept."

Michael, whose cock had shrunk slightly suddenly became rock hard at her words.
He could hardly believe his luck at her sudden surrender. Even Natalie was
taken away by her mother's totally submissive behaviour. It was beginning to
arouse her too that she was about have her mother, naked, across her bare lap
at her mercy.

The tension in the room had suddenly changed from being adversarial to
something sexual. Even Katy, although she could not understand it, picked up on
the sexual energy in the room and found herself breathing rapidly as her mother
walked slowly to her elder sister, her eyes seemingly unfocussed.

Her mother draped herself over Natalie's bare lap and Natalie was suddenly
faced with the same dilemma that Michael had been - hard or soft? Her mother's
whole demeanour invited only one response though - a savage beating.
Mercilessly Natalie spanked her mother's bare buttocks. Her hand stung from the
effort and her mother seemed to be moaning with a strange kind of mixture of
ecstasy and pain. Normally she never made a sound.

Sweat poured down Natalie's face as she worked, sticking strands of her long
hair to her face. Michael and Katy looked on in awe at the site of their
beautiful sister furiously spanking their mother. She seemed to be possessed.

It was certainly more than six strokes - no-one was counting. When at last
Natalie finished, too exhausted to even lift her am anymore, her mother slid to
the floor, still moaning with the sweet pain and pleasure of the humiliation at
the hand of her daughter and her burning buttocks. Natalie shook from the
feelings that her mother had released inside her. It went beyond the mere
sexual into another realm. She sat back on the sofa, a glow enveloping her and
was not surprised to see in her unfocussed gaze Michael on his knees behind
their moaning mother, his shorts round his knees, thrusting in and out of her.
She vaguely wondered if her mother were even aware of what he was doing to her.
Even Katy was not immune. She was sprawled on an armchair, legs akimbo,
vigorously rubbing her little bald snatch, eyes tightly shut.

Natalie assumed that she too could relieve the feelings that way, but right now
she didn't want to. She was in a half-dream world, a world where she was
wielding a whip, lashing out and causing pain and pleasure to all she touched,
men and women, giving sweet Punishment to those who desired it....

END

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