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Get your own Free Home PageJulie was staying with us for the summer. She's the daughter of some of my folks old friends and fit right into our little family. Julie and I had just graduated from high school and my sister Jenny still had one more year to go. We've know each other forever and all of us get along great. She got a job at the store where Jenny works and since I work in the same town we ride our bikes together every day.
In some ways it's like having another sister but one I can look at and appreciate without incestuous guilt. But don't get the idea that there was anything between us. It's just that she is put together quite nicely. In fact, some of my friends have seen her and tease me about how lucky I am to have a sexy visitor. I just laughed it off since I really didn't think I had much of a chance to make a play for her. However, I would catch a glimpse of her running to or from the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her and more than once I masturbated while thinking about the possibility of her dropping the towel.
That would have been the end of it if Jenny hadn't gotten into trouble. We were eating breakfast when we heard about the stupid thing she did and as expected, Dad decreed that she would be punished that night. She was naturally upset to here the news but Julie also blanched at the announcement. That brought back an old memory and raised my hopes.
My folks are long-time believers in the value of corporal punishment and that neither Jenny or I are too old to get spanked. I've heard hints that Julie's parents have similar views and although spanking fantasies are not on the top of my list, I have been know to envision some of the girls I know getting a good bottom warming, Julie included.
Anyway, punishment sessions at my house are more than just spanking for the miscreant. When one of us is the start attraction the other one has to attend. This never really made a lot of sense to me but they feel that watching a spanking will reinforce the idea that misbehavior results in pain. Do they think we could forget? What's more, to increase the deterrent factor the observer should have a short spanking so they can appreciate the nature of the full dose on the other. That may sound strange but it's our way and I gave up trying to understand or change it long ago. The really bad part is we have to be nude for all spankings and that includes the observer. So any family meeting for punishment will have two naked kids, one with a slightly sore rear end and the other crying, bawling and carrying on like a child. I wish I could say I bear it stoically but after Dad spanks me to tears Mom finishes with her hairbrush.
So I was not happy to hear of Jenny's impending discipline for two reasons. First I love my sister. Sure, she can be a pain in the neck sometimes but I hate to see her cry. She would be doing quite a lot of that before the night was over. Then there was my refresher spanking. I knew that it was going to hurt; Dad would make sure of that, but by itself it would not be too unbearable. However, I would have to strip for it. That's bad enough when I have to do that in front of my parents but it was humiliating to know that Julie would also be there to see it.
But I said the announcement raised my hopes. Why you ask? I'll tell you. It was a while ago that Julie and her folks were visiting and I was going to get spanked. Don't get me wrong, I probably deserved it but what I remember most is that Julie's parents made her join in the festivities. She had to get a spanking from my father and like Jenny, she had to be nude. I don't remember taking any special interest in her body since I had other things on my mind. The significant thing is that she was treated like a child of my family and my hope was that tonight would be no different. If that was the case, I was going to fulfill one of my fantasies and finally get to see her in the nude.
The bike ride to town that morning was a quiet affair but I was looking at her and imagining what I would view later. I thought about that quite a few times that day and even snuck off into the men's room to, um, relieve some of the tension. On the way home I could see Julie was even more tense. I assume she asked Jenny if things regarding punishment had changed and was not happy to hear that they hadn't.
I did have one problem. Jenny is my sister but she's still a pretty girl and I have shown signs of arousal when I see her naked. That doesn't last long but Julie was going to be another story. It is embarrassing to have an erection at times like that so I spent some time in my room to do what I could to prevent it, if you get my drift. Unfortunately (or maybe not) it didn't help as much as I wanted. After dinner Mom said, "We're going to talk to Jenny for a while. You two clean up and we'll call you when we're ready. I expect to see both of you in the living room."
The way she stressed the word 'both' let me know that Julie was indeed going to take part. We talked about spankings and she admitted to getting one from her folks a few months ago. That immediately evoked a mental image of her over someone's knees and things started growing again. Hiding it was going to be hopeless so I confessed my problem.
Surprisingly, she didn't make a big deal out of it. In fact it started a bit of teasing. She suggested I avoid looking at her and I said, "No way. I've been looking forward to seeing how much you've grown up. Sorry, but you're going to see me ready for action. In fact, it's already starting to grow."
I was surprising myself. Talking about my penis was not my normal sort of conversation. Then she blew me away when she asked if it was hard. I was flustered for a moment and then kept up the repartee. "I think so. Maybe you better check it out for yourself."
Unbelievably she said, "OK." and put out her hand. I guided it to my crotch and she did more than touch it. She slid her hand up and down and gave it a few squeezes. I was about to burst my zipper when she took my hand and put it on her breast. It wasn't the first breast I felt through some clothes but never in a situation like that. My other hand joined in and we were both having a good time.
Then we realized how silly and downright stupid it was for us to be feeling each other up while my folks were lecturing Jenny in the other room. We stepped away from each other and went back to the cleaning.
Our self-discipline didn't last long and we went back to discussing our special attributes. I said something about how her top parts had changed from when I last saw them unclothed. She asked if that meant I approved of them and pulled her shoulders back to enhance my perusal. Of course, I took that as an opportunity to get another quick feel and said how much I was anticipating a better view. She responded by saying, "I can't wait to see your hard-on in the flesh."
In response I grabbed that line and made a joke. "Yeah but the real question is who's flesh will it be in."
OK, that was a subtle way of teasing about the possibility of more than just groping and it got me a punch in the arm. So I laughed and help up my hand as if I was stroking myself. I said , "I guess this is the only flesh that will wrap around me."
She giggled at the gag but then lowered her voice and gave me a not so coy look. "I'm still a virgin but I would love to use my hand on you."
This wasn't the shy pseudo-sister I knew and I was dumbfounded. Then we heard Mom call us. I was still hard but knowing what my part in the next room was going to be cooled me down to normal size.
It must have been one of their better lectures. Jenny was already crying as she stood with her hands on her head. Once again I was impressed at how pretty she was without clothes but not enough to get a rise. Dad gave us the nod to get undressed and I did my best to avoid looking at Julie as we disrobed. I was first to get my refresher so I moved to Dad. As always, he made sure I had a good understanding of what a hard spanking was like. I was just short of tears but really appreciated being allowed to rub my backside to relieve a bit of the sting.
Then it was Julie's turn. She was beautiful as she walked past me and then was over Dad's lap. Her bottom was pretty much all I could see but it was something wonderful. I had been so focused on the possibility of seeing her naked that I forgot my other fantasy of seeing her get spanked. The real thing was better than anything I had imagined. Dad was doing his standard good job but I knew it would be over before it got really painful so I could enjoy it. Julie was bouncing and reddening very nicely and I was getting harder and harder. I knew Mom could see it and that usually embarrasses me but even that was not enough to calm me down. It was like a rock by the time Julie stood next to me and the things I had my hands on before were jiggling as she did the rub her butt activity.
All erotic thoughts and feelings died as soon as Jenny's spanking started. As everyone expected, Dad spanked her for a long time before Mom took over with her hairbrush. I hated every swat almost as much as I'm sure Jenny did.
When she was sent to her corner Julie and I got dressed and had to stay in the room. The TV was on but I wasn't paying much attention. A little while after Mom let Jenny go to her room she sent Julie to comfort her. I went upstairs a few minutes later and peeked into Jenny's room as I passed it. Mom and Dad never knew that we put the lotion on each other at times like this. It was nothing sexual but we weren't sure what they would think of it. I was too late. Julie already had her hands on Jenny's bottom and was rubbing in the lotion. I watched them for a moment before continuing.
That night my fantasies had a bit of realism to be based on and I gave myself no less than three good workouts.
The next morning Mom and Dad took Jenny to apologize to the guy and then she was going to do some yard work for him. That left Julie and I alone for a couple of hours. I had to work at keeping a straight face as Dad gave me the latest edition of the Father/Son talk. Basically, he noticed my reaction to Julie and let me know she was completely off limits as long as she was staying with us. Apparently Julie was getting a similar talk from Mom.
After they left we acted normally while cleaning up the breakfast stuff. When we were done we moved to the living room. I thought it would be fun to watch the Saturday morning cartoons but it turned out that she had other ideas. She brought up the subject of the previous night and asked if I liked what I saw. I know she was talking about if I liked looking at her in the nude but I tried to keep it on a higher level. So I reminded her that I hated seeing Jenny punished and thought that would be the end of it. I really was trying to follow Dad's instructions until she said, "That's not what I'm talking about." She threw her shoulder's back and pushed out her chest as she continued. "I meant these."
I suppose I should have looked away but you know that I didn't. At least I could try to remain aloof. "Oh those. Yeah, they are very nice and I wouldn't mind seeing them again. How about you? Did you like what you saw?"
OK, so nonchalant failed. She laughed. "It looked impressive but it didn't last long. If I ever see one again I hope it stays around so it can do some good."
I defended my honor and reminded her that it lost potency when Jenny started crying. Then I added, "But without a distraction like that you might be surprised. It was hard for a long time last night since I had plenty of motivation. Such as thinking about you."
She smiled, "Oh, so you were having erotic thoughts about me? Did you ever get it wrapped in any flesh."
There was no use denying it so I said, "Yes it did. It was very familiar flesh but not the flesh I would've preferred. Is the offer of using your hand still valid?"
See, two of us can play at this game. Tease right back and who knows, she might say Yes. Hope is a wonderful thing especially when it pays off. She was all smiles and reached for it as she said, "I'd love to. Oh, it's nice and hard. Can you take it out?"
My father's instructions be damned. I answered, "I could but how about if we both strip entirely."
She smiled. "Why should I be nude? All I offered was my hand. What do I get out of it if I take my clothes off?"
I reached out and put a finger on her face and drew a line down to her breast. I said, "I use my hands here."
She sighed at the contact and then regrouped. "That would be very nice but that doesn't answer the question. I could just unhook my bra and you could slide under my T-shirt."
I squeezed her breasts gently and added, "That would work if I intended to limit myself. These two gorgeous things will be only the start of where my fingers go. But if you don't want to take your clothes off I keep mine on too. I'll just open my fly. Is that what you want?"
She took a deep breath and said, "No. Neither of us wants that. I want us the way we were last night in this room."
I pulled my shirt over my head and reached for hers but she stopped me. "I don't want us to do it together like we had to. I want to enjoy it. You first and then you can watch me."
I smiled and agreed. But as I was taking my clothes off she pulled out the chair my folks were in and sat down. I felt a little uncomfortable but continued. When I was down to my briefs I finally spoke up. "This feels weird. With you sitting there it's almost like preparing for a trip over Dad's lap."
She laughed. "Don't worry, you're not the one who's going to get spanked this morning."
That brought me up short. "What do you mean?"
She smiled. "I saw how aroused you were after your father let me up. Since you couldn't see my breasts or pubic area I have to assume that you got turned on watching me get spanked. Am I correct?"
I faltered for a moment and then answered honestly. "You were very sexy and I admit I enjoyed it. I knew it wasn't going to be like Jenny's so I didn't feel guilty."
She nodded, "I thought so. Did you think about that while your hands were busy in bed?"
Once again I acknowledged her assumption. Then she casually said, "Yours weren't the only hard-working fingers last night. I want you to spank me. Maybe not as hard as your Dad would, but I want to strip knowing I'm going over your lap and will end up with a healthy sting. Unless you don't want to."
I peeled off my briefs and said, "Young lady, get out of that chair and get over here."
When she arrived at my side the first thing she did was wrap her fingers around me. It felt wonderful and she commented, "This is as big as I thought it would be. Can I play with it for a while?"
Judging from her sexy smile I decided that she wasn't entirely serious. I said, "Not yet little girl. You have a spanking coming and any more delays are going to cost you. Get those clothes off."
I sat in the chair and my own bare bottom appreciated the fact that she had warmed it up a bit. She bit her lip and did an excellent job of the scared penitent preparing for punishment. There was nothing resembling a fancy strip tease but it was wonderful to watch as each part of her became visible. I had her do a slow twirl so I could appreciate the view from all sides and then motioned for her to stand next to me. I tweaked her breasts and the nipples were standing out. I asked if that was because it was too cold or something else. She opened her legs and moved my hand between them.
I have to admit, I was a novice at this sort of thing. The best I ever got was over the clothes petting and only once did a girl let me rub her there. But I had done plenty of reading about sex so I knew what I was feeling. She was quite wet and was enjoying our little game. In order to make sure I made her ask for her spanking and she did so without hesitation.
The feel of her against my skin as she went over my lap was pure heaven. I swatted gently at first and watched her pale skin turn pink. I gave a few that were somewhat harder and she jumped a bit but didn't complain. After a while I slid my hand between her legs to ensure that she was still enjoying herself. Then I went back and forth. A few swats on her rear end and then stroking her wetness. I also added my other hand to caress her breast and she was breathing heavier and heavier. I decided to stop the spanking and slid her to the floor. Then I used both hands and my teeth to drive her wild.
I had only read about female orgasms but there was no doubt in my mind when she arched her back and cried out. I got a box of tissues and wiped her off as she calmed down. Then I took her hand and said, "It's my turn."
She was obviously new at this but was enthusiastic. I told her what I liked and she excitedly did her best to comply. When I felt myself ready to ejaculate I told her to put some tissues over it. Even in my best masturbatory fantasies I never came so hard and for so long.
We held each other for some time and then knew we had better be dressed before my folks came home. Watching her put the clothes back on was almost as nice as watching them come off and I couldn't resist. I took her in my arms and kissed her. The way she returned the embrace nearly enticed us to get the clothes off again but cooler heads prevailed.
We managed to have two more spank and grope sessions before she went back home.
All in all, life is good.
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