From: jim58@delphi.com Subject: Kelly Pt. I Date: Mon, 30 Jan 95 20:23:57 -0500 Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) KELLY is a story about the use of spanking for family discipline. The story is told from the point of view of Kelly, the 22-year-old daughter. Part I describes a spanking Kelly receives, along with her teenage sister, from her parents in the presence of her teen brother, her older sister, and her older sister's husband. It concludes with Kelly's subsequent sexual fantasy and masturbation. (Part I has been posted previously; Parts II and III are new.) *****************PART I*************************** Kelly could hardly believe that she was sitting on her old bed, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, waiting for her parents to call her downstairs. She was 22 years old, a senior at the university, and she was about to get a spanking. It had been seven years since she had last lain across her parents' lap, her butt bared for a workout with the well-worn hairbrush they used as a paddle. Seven years-- yet the knot in her stomach was unmistakably familiar as she watched the clock crawl toward 9 pm. Kelly's parents firmly believed in spanking as the discipline of last resort for their children. They didn't spank often but, when they did, you didn't soon forget it. Kelly had had her share of encounters with the hairbrush as she was growing up, as had her older sister Anna and her younger sister and brother, Lynn and Bill. Spankings were a family affair at Kelly's house. Mom and Dad shared equally in administering the licks and your siblings were always present to witness the humiliating and painful punishment. Even though they no longer lived at home, Kelly and Anna were always notified when Lynn or Bill had earned a spanking and, with rare exception, they always came. Anna had married just over a year ago and her husband John was now also invited to family spankings. So far, he had watched Bill get his butt pounded twice. When mom and dad decided that one of the children had earned a spanking, the procedure was always the same. You would be informed of the impending punishment a day in advance, leaving you at least 24 hours to anticipate the ordeal. As the appointed hour drew near, you had to go to your room, take off all your clothes, put on a bathrobe, and wait. The other members of the family would gather in the den. When the time for the spanking arrived, mom or dad would come upstairs and lead you down. There, the reason for the spanking would be recounted. Then, mom or dad, whoever was going to administer the first half of the licks, would pick up the familiar hairbrush and sit down in what the kids all called the "spanking chair." You had to take off your bathrobe, for spankings were always given on the bare buttocks with the recipient completely nude. Despite the fact that it hastened the beginning of the painful licks, you usually lost no time in lying across the waiting lap since that was the only way to hide your most private parts from the family's scrutiny. Mom or dad helped you position yourself so that your exposed backside made an appropriate target. Once you were in place, the hairbrush began striking your defenseless fanny with sharp smacks. You were expected to count each lick out loud. The licks were given slowly and methodically, usually on alternating cheeks. During the course of the spanking, the hairbrush would work its way over most of the surface area of your exposed buttocks. Invariably, many of the spanks would fall on already tender spots. Halfway through, mom and dad would trade places. When the spanking was finally over, you had to go stand in the corner, still naked, with your blistered buttocks fully visible for at least 30 minutes. The only exception occurred when you were not the only child to be spanked. Then, once you had been spanked, you got to put your robe back on and watch the others take their licks, after which you all were sent to the corners of the den. In recent years, it had been Bill who was usually the star of the show when the family gathered for a spanking. Bill always got two or three spankings a year, sometimes more, and, in the process, Kelly had watched his body mature into puberty. She still remembered his hairless crotch with its tiny weenie when he was six or seven. Over the years, she had watched his sex organ grow and develop. Bill had gotten his most recent spanking about two months ago. When he dropped his robe to climb over his dad's lap for the first half of that spanking, he revealed a long, thick penis nestled in a tangle of dark brown hair. Lynn had not been spanked nearly as often as Bill and it had been two years since Kelly had last seen her naked. At that time, her breasts had just begun to swell and a fine mat of pubic hair had only partially concealed the vertical crease in her crotch. Kelly glanced at the clock. 8:52. For the hundredth time, she thought about throwing off the robe, putting her clothes back on, and telling her parents she had decided not to take the spanking. When her parents had confronted her and Lynn yesterday with their knowledge that Lynn, underage, had been drinking, they had made it clear that Lynn, at age 16, was still under their discipline and would receive 30 strokes from the hairbrush. Since she, Kelly, was over 18, she did not have to submit to a spanking. However, since it had been Kelly who had taken Lynn to the party and had even encouraged her drinking, she really deserved a spanking more than Lynn did. It was up to her. She could acknowledge her irresponsible behavior and submit to the spanking she deserved. Or she could refuse to admit her guilt, watch Lynn get spanked by herself, and walk away scot-free. If she did that, however, her parents would have no choice but to seriously doubt her trustworthiness as far as Lynn was concerned. In particular, Lynn would almost certainly not be permitted to go on the beach trip with Kelly and her friends that was planned for next month. As much as she wanted to, Kelly had decided that she could not let Lynn bear the punishment alone and so had agreed to the spanking. Her mom had smiled at her and said that they knew she would own up to her responsibility and do the right thing. For her part in yesterdays misdeed, Kelly would receive 40 licks. 8:58. Almost time. She and Lynn waited in their separate rooms. The rest of the family had probably already gathered in the den. Anna and John had come early and had dinner with them. Kelly had hardly eaten anything. As they cleared the table, Anna had teased her about the upcoming ordeal, noting that it had been a long time since she had seen Kelly's pale white fanny stuck up in the air for a spanking. John was looking forward to it as well, she said, glad for the opportunity to finally see her sisters' private treasures. Kelly's face had burned bright red at that, nearly as red as her ass would be a couple of hours later. 9:02. As she had often done as a child when the clock slipped past the appointed hour and no one had yet come and gotten her, she hoped briefly that maybe her parents had changed their minds and there would be no spanking after all. Barely had the thought formed when she heard the familiar creak on the stairs and knew her mom or dad had come to retrieve Lynn and herself. She heard the knock on Lynn's door and Lynn's forlorn response. Then, there was a knock on her own door. It took her a moment to find her voice. "Yes," she finally managed. Her mother opened the door and asked her to please come downstairs. Her legs felt weak as she stood up and joined Lynn in the hall. Both were silent as their mother led them down the steps and into the den. The first thing Kelly saw on entering the room was the spanking chair placed in the center of floor with the dreaded hairbrush lying on its seat. The rest of the family was there, comfortably arranged in a semi-circle in front of the chair. Kelly's dad stood up and called Lynn to the front of the gathered group. Kelly stood just inside the door as the familiar ritual began. Her dad recounted Lynn's misbehavior at the party Kelly had taken her to, noting that she had illegally consumed alcoholic beverages and thereby risked arrest and even jail. To help insure that this kind of dangerous behavior did not occur again, Lynn would now be spanked. "Lynn, remove your robe." At her father's command, Lynn untied the belt of her bathrobe, slipped it off her shoulders, and laid it carefully on the arm of the nearby sofa. Kelly watched her smooth white buttocks as Lynn waited for her father to pick up the hairbrush and seat himself in the spanking chair. "Across my knees, please," he directed. Lynn stepped to his side and lowered her naked body across his lap. Her breasts had of course developed somewhat since Kelly had last seen them, though they were still relatively small and hung fairly low on her chest. Kelly caught only a glimpse of her pubic bush before it disappeared against the waiting lap. Her dad pulled Lynn forward until her head was nearly on the floor and her ass was pointed straight up. There was a brief pause as he raised the hairbrush high into the air over Lynn's fanny. A fast swing and the hairbrush landed with a sharp smack on Lynn's left cheek. A loud "ow" escaped her lips followed immediately by a breathless "one". Her dad paused a moment and then lifted the hairbrush again. The second smack hit her right butt cheek and Lynn "ow"'ed again before reciting the required "two". The third lick caught her squarely on the left cheek again, probably directly on top of where the first one had landed, and evoked an even louder exclamation of pain. The spanking continued at a steady pace and, when Kelly managed not to close her eyes as the hairbrush descended, she could Lynn's body stiffen in response to each blow. By the eighth stroke, Lynn kicked her legs each time the hairbrush landed and was already clearly crying. After the fifteenth spank, her dad helped Lynn to her feet. As he exchanged places with her mom, Lynn stood beside the spanking chair, sobbing unashamedly. Kelly got a longer, clearer look at the front of her nude body. Her young breasts rose and fell as she cried. At the base of her sleek stomach, a tangle of pubic hair mostly obscured her genitals, though it was not as dark or as thick as Kelly knew her own bush to be. Lynn's legs were long and slender, giving Kelly a bit of envy as she thought about the thicker thighs she would soon expose. Lynn's face was contorted with distress as her mom sat down for the second half of the spanking. "Please, no more," Lynn begged through her tears, "I won't drink anymore, I promise. I won't even go to any more parties. Please, please, don't spank me anymore. I've learned my lesson." Her mom's instruction to lie back down across her knees brought a fresh onslaught of crying and pleading. The kids had never known their parents to ever relent on the announced duration of a spanking but the stinging fire in your backside left you no choice but to try. Only the threat of additional licks caused Lynn to lower herself back into spanking position. Her mom's first lick brought a loud yell from the hapless girl as her already punished buttocks succumbed to another blow. From what Kelly could see, both of Lynn's formerly white ass cheeks were already bright pink from the top of her crack to the top of her thighs. Each lick brought forth a howl and a new deluge of tears. Kelly had promised herself that she would not cry, no matter what, but hearing the continuous solid smacks of wood against Lynn's unprotected flesh, she began to wonder if she would be able to keep that promise. As bad as the spanking itself would be, she did not want the added humiliation of crying and begging as she had always done as a child and as her 16-year-old sister was now displaying. When the smack from the thirtieth lick died away, Lynn appeared to collapse over her mom's knees and began to bawl uncontrollably. Her mom let her lie there for a minute or two and cry and then began pulling her to her feet. Lynn's hands flew immediately to her blistered fanny as she stood crying in front of us. Kelly suddenly realized that it was her turn. Her mom helped Lynn put her robe back on and offered her a chair. Lynn firmly declined and stood sobbing as she massaged her punished backside through the bathrobe. Kelly's heart raced when she heard her dad call her forward. Her knees almost buckled as she stepped up to the front of the group. Her dad explained she had been the one to take Lynn to the party where Lynn drank inappropriately, that she had failed to supervise Lynn properly, and that she had even encouraged Lynn to drink the illegal alcohol. In recognition of her responsibility for Lynn's misbehavior, her dad continued, Kelly had agreed to accept a spanking to demonstrate her awareness of the seriousness of her offense and to serve as a reminder for the future. Then came the awful words: "Kelly, remove your robe." Barely aware of what she was doing, Kelly untied the belt and pulled off her robe. She laid the robe down and stood there naked, waiting for her father to take his place in the spanking chair. She could almost feel her family's penetrating gaze on her bare backside. Her breasts were noticeably fuller than Lynn's, her stomach not as sleek, her thighs thicker, her buttocks fleshier. Bill could now assess her continuing physical development as she had so often his. John could now compare her physical attributes with those of Anna, which he undoubtedly knew intimately, and with those of her younger sister so recently revealed. "Over my knees, please," her father directed. Kelly stepped up beside him and the years between today and her last spanking seven years ago seemed to vanish as she placed herself across his lap. It suddenly all seemed incredibly familiar--the fabric of his pants against her stomach and crotch, the sense of vertigo as she lowered her head to floor, the feeling of utter vulnerability as her waist bent and her fanny stuck out, the air movement across her bare legs. Her dad placed his left arm across her back to hold her in place. The wait for the first blow seemed interminable. She could almost feel her father's eyes scanning her fanny, deciding on the best spot for the first lick. She wondered if his eyes were also straying down her crack to the pussy lips that she knew must be at least partially exposed between her upper thighs. The hairbrush landed with a solid smack on her left cheek. In spite of herself, Kelly echoed Lynn's sharp "ow" as pain shot through the clobbered flesh. Her eyes tightly closed, she said "one" and waited for the next lick. A moment later, her right butt cheek exploded in a sharp sting as the hairbrush found its second mark. Terrified, she waited for the third lick, which she believed would almost certainly fall on her still throbbing left cheek. She was not disappointed. She screamed and kicked as the whole cheek went numb in a flash of burning pain. By the time the next blow landed, Kelly no longer cared about maintaining her composure during this ordeal. Her only focus was the constantly rekindled fire in her fleshy buttocks. She kicked, she yelled, she cried, she pleaded, as her dad worked his way over every inch of her fanny with the hairbrush. If he had not been able to see her pussy before, he certainly could now as she swung her legs together and apart in an effort to dissipate some of the agony in her backside. If anything, she put on an even bigger display of childish antics than Lynn had done as the spanking continued. When she stood up for dad and mom to exchange places at the halfway mark, she was barely aware of Bill and John's eager stares at her heaving breasts and bared crotch. She begged her mom not to spank her anymore, echoing Lynn's plaintive pleas, the awareness that she was taking the spanking voluntarily lost in the immediacy of her distress. Back in place, she yelled and sobbed as the licks resumed. She managed to keep count only because not to do so would have meant prolonging the spanking. Her mother pounded away, carefully revisiting each part of her burning buttocks with the hairbrush. As they had been growing up, spankings had at first been 10 and then 20 licks. Recently, Bill had usually gotten 30 and, of course, Lynn had endured that many earlier today. As far as Kelly knew, though, she was the first one to receive 40 licks at a single spanking. Her fanny was a solid mass of agony as her mom delivered the final blows. After gasping out "forty" as the last lick slammed into her fanny, Kelly let her body go limp and almost fell off her mother's lap. Her mom helped her up to her feet and she gingerly kneaded her aching buttocks as Lynn had done. Lynn had cried during most of Kelly's spanking, perhaps reliving her own punishment that evening. Now that both girls had been punished, their dad had Lynn take off her robe again. Through her tears, Kelly got her first really good look at Lynn's blistered backside. From the fire in her fanny, she knew her own buttocks must be at least as splotchy red as Lynn's. Still naked, they were sent to separate corners of the room. There they were to stand for 30 minutes, their burning asses on display. Both girls put their hands on the wall as they were told to do, to insure that they could not touch or cover their fannies. They both cried openly for several minutes and then shifted to occasional sniffles as the immediacy of the spanking faded. One by one, the other family members left the room. Just when she was sure she and Lynn had been left alone in their misery, she heard movement behind her. Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she saw Bill walk over and sit down no more than a foot behind her. She squeezed her legs tightly together to make sure he could not see her pussy but there was nothing she could not to prevent him from scrutinizing her fanny from close quarters. When you were standing in the corner after a spanking, the other children could look but not touch. Once, Bill put his hand on Lynn's fanny after she had been spanked and had promptly earned 24 licks of his own. Kelly tried to forget about Bill sitting so closely behind her and staring at her fanny. Inexplicably, she thought of John, Anna's husband, and remembered Anna's comment about how John was looking forward to seeing her "private treasures." She wondered what he had thought about what he had seen. Suddenly, she imagined that it was he and not her younger brother who was sitting behind her and staring at her burning backside. She felt his penetrating eyes roaming over her punished flesh, sliding down her crack, hoping for a glimpse of her woman parts between her thighs. Almost unconsciously, Kelly relaxed her legs, spreading them ever so slightly, no longer as concerned about Bill seeing more than her fanny. With a shock, she realized that the fire in her backside had spread to her frontside as well. She bit her lip to stem the rising tide of arousal. Feeling guilty over such thoughts about her sister's husband, she pushed them from her mind. It was just Bill who sat behind her, just her stupid younger brother, leering at his naked sister. As is to punctuate her thought, Bill stood up and moved over behind Lynn, for a closer look at her fiery bottom. When the 30 minutes was finally up, Kelly's dad came back into the den and told Kelly and Lynn that they could go back to their rooms. Bill was still there and had one last treat as the two naked girls walked to the sofa to retrieve their robes. Kelly and Lynn climbed the stairs in silence and went to their rooms without a word. It was nearly 10:30 and Kelly wanted only to get out of there and go to her own apartment. She took off the robe and put her clothes back on, wincing as she pulled her jeans over her aching buttocks. She grimaced as she sat on the bed to put on her socks and shoes and wondered briefly if she would be able to sit in the car to drive home. Once she was dressed, she slipped quietly down the stairs. Her mom and dad, Anna and John, were sitting in the kitchen. Bill wasn't to be seen and Kelly assumed he was in his room, wacking his weenie to the thought of her and Lynn's naked bodies. They looked up as she stood in the doorway and said, "I'm going to my apartment now." "Okay, dear, drive carefully," her mom responded, with no hint that she had just smacked Kelly's rear end twenty times with a hairbrush. As she turned to go, she couldn't help glancing at John and blushed when she saw him smile at her. Kelly's butt burned and ached the whole way to her apartment. In fact, she would sure it would be days before it didn't. When she got there, she lost no time in stripping down and trying to assess the damage in a mirror. Bright red blotches covered her whole fanny, marking the sites where the hairbrush had landed. Her cheeks were still hot to the touch. She wondered if she would get bruises, the way Anna sometimes had. Exhausted, Kelly slipped on her nightshirt and fell into bed. Her backside was a dull ache. She cried again for a few minutes, reliving the humiliation and remembering how she had yelled and screamed and kicked as the hairbrush smacked her unprotected flesh. Her mind returned to John and this time she did not squelch it. She closed her eyes and imagined him scanning her naked body from head to foot as she waited for the spanking to begin. Then, she lay aside the lap, only this time, it was John's lap. His eyes, not her father's, explored her waiting buttocks, seeking just the right spot to land the first lick. Under the covers, Kelly reached down and pulled up her nightshirt. Her hand slid across her bare skin and into the curls of hair on her pussy. Her fingers slipped into the moist cleft and she was not surprised to find that she was already wet. In her mind, John put his arm across her back and raised his arm for the first spank. Despite the fact that her butt still burned with the evening's earlier paddling, for the first time in her life, Kelly found herself wanting a spanking and wanting it from John. His arm sliced through the air and planted the first lick on her yearning flesh. Only it was his hand and not a hairbrush that made contact. Kelly felt the warmth of his broad, firm hand radiating into her buttocks. Then the hand withdrew, only to come crashing into her other butt cheek a moment later. Kelly's fingers moved over her slickened pussy with growing intensity as she imagined John's hand striking her bare fanny again and again. His hand lingered on her skin after each blow, finally sliding slowly down her crack and off her body as he prepared for the next spank. She spread her thighs, opening herself to him. After each lick, his fingers came closer and closer to the throbbing heat between her legs as he got ready for the next one. Now, in her mind's eye, he was also naked, her bare skin against his, her breasts brushing against his thighs, his rigid cock pressing into her abdomen. Smack. His hand landed on her burning buttocks with a jolt. Her hand kneaded the steamy mound beneath her nightshirt. Finally, his hand began to slide down her fanny, his fingers curling into the crack between her red-hot cheeks. She spread her legs wider. This time, as he withdrew his hand, the tips of his fingers brushed her enflamed pussy lips. Her hand clutched her cunt as she went over the edge, orgasm shuddering her whole body, warmth spreading out from her crotch to every part of her body. In her mind, John quickened his spanks, ending each one by sliding his hand across her spasming cunt and sending another wave of orgasm through her. Kelly came like she had never come before. Neither of her two boyfriends nor any of her previous solo episodes had ever been like this. She thought she would never stop coming. When she was sure she could take no more, she let John stop the spanking. In her mind's eye, he bent over and gently kissed her burning buttocks. Kelly came one last time and finally fell asleep, her hand and pussy and bedsheet soaked with her vaginal juice. KELLY is a story about the use of spanking for family discipline. The story is told from the point of view of Kelly, the 22-year-old daughter. Part II describes a spanking Kelly's older sister Anna receives from her husband and Kelly. In preparation for the spanking, Anna has been required to shave her pubic hair. *****************PART II************************** Kelly slept late and awoke groggy the next morning. The events of the past evening returned to her slowly. The ache in her butt reminded her of the shellacking she had taken over her parents' laps. She didn't remember her late night fantasy and the powerful orgasm it had generated until she started to get up and discovered her nightshirt matted to her pubic hair by the dried remnants of her passion. The arousal of the previous evening now gave way to guilt again over the inappropriateness of her fantasies about John. She pushed him from her mind, showered, and went for a walk to work the soreness out of her bruised backside. Later in the day, she called Lynn, apologized again for getting her into trouble, and asked how she was doing. Lynn told her that she was still pretty sore and that Bill had made some snide comments to one of his friends about getting mooned by his sisters but that basically she was okay. Kelly promised her that she would never get her in trouble like that again. Lynn thanked her for taking a spanking along with her so that she did not have to endure the punishment alone. They both agreed that they never wanted to be turned over mom or dad's knees ever again. The ache gradually left Kelly's buttocks and, after a week, the few bruises that had appeared had begun to fade. She avoided contact with her family, except for the one call to Lynn, because she was still pretty embarrassed about the whole episode. She wasn't quite sure how to react when Anna called several days later and invited her over for dinner. Kelly was still pretty uncomfortable about what had happened and especially about her fantasies involving John so she offered her regrets. Anna persisted and Kelly was about to blow up at her when Anna said in a small voice, "John says that, if I can't get you to come, the spanking I am to get will be twice as long." Kelly was stunned. Anna finally explained that spankings were a regular part of their family life, that she had spanked John twice since they were married but that he usually found reason to spank her at least once a month. "John says that he thinks I must enjoy them since I misbehave so often," Anna confided. In any event, she was to receive one tomorrow night and, since she had gotten to see Kelly spanked, John had decided it was only fair if Kelly got to see Anna get spanked. If Kelly would come, Anna would get twenty licks. If not, forty. "So, please come, Kelly," Anna pleaded. "John uses a hairbrush just like mom and dad and he's so strong and it hurts so much. Please come so I won't get forty." During dinner the next evening, John was at ease and quite talkative and Anna was understandably quiet and withdrawn. Kelly remembered how it had been a couple of weeks ago when she had tried to eat and could think of nothing but the pounding her butt was about to receive. Once the dishes were washed and put away, Anna excused herself and went upstairs. John explained that she would take a bath and then put on her bathrobe and wait for the time of the spanking. He led Kelly into their family room and pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room. He took an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush from one of the drawers of the desk in the corner of the room and placed it in the chair. The ritual was all too familiar and Kelly began to feel butterflies in her stomach even though she was not the one who would become intimately acquainted with the hairbrush this evening. John explained that he and Anna had decided that the spankings she had endured as a child were a good model for clearing the air between the two of them when one had been inconsiderate of the other. It all started when Anna got angry at him for staying out all night with his friends and said she thought he deserved a sound spanking. He agreed, she bought the hairbrush, and he spent the next night in the corner with a burning backside. "As it has turned out," he said with a laugh, "since then, it's been Anna with her bare ass in the air far more often than it has been me." "Actually," he continued, "I agree with your parents that spankings should be family affairs so I'm glad you're here. As Lynn and Bill become adults, I think they should come too if Anna continues to misbehave. In fact, I would like for you to help me spank Anna tonight." He paused for a moment. "She has earned twenty licks. I would like to give her the first ten and then have you give the last ten, switching off like your parents do. Would you be willing to do that?" Kelly head spun. Her? put her older sister Anna across her knees and spank her bare bottom with a hairbrush just like mom and dad did? She tried to imagine what it would be like with Anna draped across her lap, her bare fanny inches away, already reddened by ten strong licks from the hairbrush and waiting for her to pick the spots for ten more. "Okay," she said, feeling her legs weaken beneath her. When nine o'clock finally arrived, John asked Kelly to go bring Anna down. She walked slowly up the stairs and down to the bedroom. She knocked on the door and heard Anna answer. She opened the door and found Anna seated on the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe. "It's time," Kelly said and Anna stoically rose and followed her down to the family room. John asked Anna to describe the misbehavior that had earned her a spanking. With a shaking voice, Anna recited how she had promised John that she would take care of mailing the tax returns, how she had forgotten about them and missed the deadline, and how, as a result, they were having to pay substantial penalties. John announced that Anna would receive twenty licks for her carelessness and that perhaps she would remember these things better in the future. He told her that he would give the first ten licks and that Kelly would give the last ten. Anna started to protest being spanked by her younger sister but John cut her off with the announced that she had just earned ten more licks, that he would be giving her fifteen and Kelly would be giving her fifteen. When she started to open her mouth again, John quieted her with a look that clearly said, "Want to try for forty?" At John's direction, Anna removed her robe and placed it carefully on a chair. It had been years since Kelly had seen Anna naked. Kelly took her time scanning the naked body as John settled into their version of the "spanking chair." Anna's breasts were round and full, perhaps even fuller than Kelly's, but with no discernible droop. In amazement, Kelly's eyes riveted on Anna's crotch. Where she expected to see a mat of pubic hair, there was only smooth skin. Her older sister's cunt was bare, clean-shaven. Its "little girl look" was belied only by the wrinkled brown edges of her protruding pussy lips. Kelly looked up in astonishment and Anna's face flushed crimson. John called Anna to his lap and she obediently laid herself across his knees, offering her bare buttocks to the hairbrush in his hand. The first lick landed with a sharp smack on Anna's fanny. Kelly moved around so that she had a clear view of Anna's backside. A pink rectangle was already forming on her left buttock as John raised the hairbrush again. Her sister's bare pussy was clearly visible between her upper thighs. The hairbrush slammed home a second time and now both of Anna's butt cheeks bore its mark. Kelly watched mesmerized as John slapped the flat backside of the hairbrush onto Anna's fanny again and again. The pink glow on her sister's backside was spreading as John worked his way over the exposed skin, often returning to put another blow on an already inflamed spot. Anna was still remarkably quiet, often responding with only a sharp intake of breath and the required count. Only after hearing Anna gasp out "fifteen" did Kelly realize it was now her turn to punish her sister. John helped Anna off his lap and beckoned Kelly to take his place. Her heart pounding, she did so. As a child, she had sometimes sneaked into the den at her parents' house, sat in the spanking chair, and pretended that one of the other children needed to be spanked. Now, however, she was doing it for real. She glanced at Anna and saw her bare pussy only inches away. The raw display of Anna's sex captivated Kelly and she felt a first pulse of heat in her own, much hairer crotch. She looked up to Anna's face and saw tears streaking her cheeks. John handed her the hairbrush and Kelly hefted it in her hand for a moment, feeling its solidity. John motioned to Anna to resume her position and Kelly felt her sister's weight as she lowered herself across her lap. Anna's fanny presented itself to Kelly's view and she saw the series of bright pink blotches already left by John's handiwork. "Fifteen licks," John said. "Good and strong. Not too fast. Make sure she has time to feel each one." He sat down on the sofa and waited for Kelly to begin. Her hand trembled as she raised the hairbrush. She picked out a spot in the center of Anna's right buttock and swung her arm down sharply. The hairbrush connected with a loud smack just where she had planned. She felt Anna stiffen and heard her gasp as the blow shook her fanny. "Sixteen," her sister said. Kelly raised the hairbrush again and thought that the spot she had just struck looked a slightly deeper shade of pink. Her next lick went to the center of Anna's left buttock. Then, she picked out a spot that was still white, intentionally or unintentionally skipped by John, and smacked it hard. The creamy skin reddened almost immediately and Kelly struck it twice more in succession. Anna yelped as the third lick landed on the same sensitive spot. Anna now squirmed on her lap each time the hairbrush slammed into her burning backside. Kelly clamped her left arm over Anna's back to hold her in place as she continued the spanking. She became intensely aware of a warmth building in her own genitals, growing to match the fire on the fanny in front of her. Almost too soon, she smacked Anna's bottom for the fifteenth time. Her sister was crying openly now and virtually all of her exposed backside glowed pink and hot. Kelly was aware of her own deep breathing and the increasingly urgent ache in her crotch. John lifted Anna from Kelly's lap and motioned for Kelly to get up. As she did so, she glanced at her jeans and noticed a wet spot where Anna had so recently lain. It could have been sweat but it matched so closely the area where Anna's bare crotch had been pressed against her leg that Kelly realized that she was perhaps not the only one aroused by the spanking. John sat down in the chair and pulled Anna back over his knee. Kelly was puzzled. Was he was going to spank Anna some more? John put the hairbrush on the floor and slapped Anna's fanny sharply with his bare hand. Anna moaned but did not protest the additional licks. John continued to spank Anna's burning buttocks with his bare hand and Kelly's knees went weak as she saw her fantasy of a bare hand spanking by John being acted out in front of her. She sat down to watch, feeling a sticky wetness in her crotch and hoping it wouldn't soak through her panties and jeans. The hand spanking continued for several minutes, about two dozens swats in all, Kelly reckoned. Anna cried quietly as John slapped her swollen backside. When he finished, John rested his open palm on her burning fanny and asked her if she had had enough, if she had learned her lesson. "Yes," she sobbed, "please don't spank me anyone. I've learned my lesson." "What lesson have you learned?" John asked. Between tears, Anna promised that she would never be neglectful again, that when she promised to do something, she would do it right away so there would be no chance she would forget. Apparently satisfied, John let her up from his lap and told her to go upstairs and he would be up shortly. Sniffling, Anna walked out of the room without bothering to retrieve her bathrobe. John sighed, put the hairbrush back in the desk drawer, and returned the spanking chair to its customary place against the wall. "Thanks for coming," he said. "I really do think these things are better done in a family context." As John ushered her to the front door, Kelly glanced at his pant leg and saw a wetness similar to the spot that had now dried on her jeans. Anna had obviously been aroused by the spanking and, as she thought about John's statement to Anna that he would soon follow her upstairs, Kelly realized that Anna was probably about to get laid. Unfortunately, there was no one other than herself to take care of the burning tingle in her own loins. As soon as she hit the main highway on her way home, Kelly began to knead her own aching sex through the rough fabric of her jeans. It was all she could do to postpone her orgasm until she got safely home and naked in the privacy of her bedroom. KELLY is a story about the use of spanking for family discipline. The story is told from the point of view of Kelly, the 22-year-old daughter. Part III describes a spanking Kelly receives from her older sister Anna and Anna's husband John. In preparation for the spanking, Kelly is required to shave her pubic hair. This part concludes with an explicit sexual encounter between Kelly, Anna, and John. *****************PART I*************************** Over the course of the next several weeks, Kelly spent three more evenings at her sister's house, helping John light a fire on Anna's backside, then going home aroused and frustrated, with only her fingers to release the tension which had built. Then, one day, not quite sure why she was doing it, Kelly told Anna about an incident that had happened at work. Kelly had accidentally buried an important contract on her desk until past the due date. When the missed deadline came to light, she panicked and lied, saying that she had never received the document. She heard her boss on the phone, chewing out the clerk in another department for not sending them the contract. Now, she was afraid to confess, despite the guilt she felt, for fear that she would be fired for not only misplacing the contract but also lying about it. She wasn't quite sure why she told all this to Anna, unless subconsciously it was to evoke the phone call that she in fact received the following evening. It was Anna's husband John and she immediately recognized that his voice carried a stern edge. He informed her that Anna had relayed to him the story about her lying at work and getting another employee in trouble. He told her that this was childish behavior and that she deserved to be punished for it. Almost breathless, Kelly acknowledged her immature actions and that she probably deserved to be punished. John said that he and Anna believed that Kelly's escapade at work had earned her a bare bottom spanking and that, if she agreed, they would be glad to take care of that for her. Her heart pounding, Kelly responded that yes, she thought that would be appropriate. John invited her to come to dinner the next evening and afterwards they would see to her punishment. All during the meal, Kelly found it hard to concentrate on either the food or the conversation. She wondered who would spank her--John? Anna? both of them in turn? At the end, would John use his bare hand on her blistered bottom? When the meal was over and the dishes washed, Anna led Kelly upstairs to the master bedroom. She took her into the adjoining bath and began filling the tub. Anna left and Kelly undressed and eased herself into the warm, soapy water. She had barely begun to wash when the door opened and Anna stepped back into the bathroom. By reflex, Kelly slid down into the water, trying to cover her breasts. Anna seemed not to notice. She carried a tray which she put down on a stool beside the tub. Kelly glanced at it and saw that it held a pair of scissors, a razor, and a bar of soap. Anna said, "Would you like me to help you, since it's your first time?" Kelly honestly did not understand and looked up puzzled at Anna. Anna recognized her confusion and said, "John says that, if we are going to misbehave like little girls and have to be spanked like little girls, then it's only appropriate if we look like little girls, you know, down there." Suddenly, Kelly understood. They wanted her to shave her pussy, just like Anna had done. She had fantasized a lot about the spanking since John called yesterday but she had not made the connection to Anna's hairless pussy. She started to object but remembered the powerful response she had had on first seeing Anna's bare crotch. "Help me," she said in a small voice. Anna waited with her in the bathroom while she finished bathing. When she had climbed out of the tub and dried off, Anna invited her to lie down on the thick soft carpet. Kelly no longer felt self-conscious about being naked in her sister's presence. When she was comfortable on the floor, Anna filled a bowl with warm water and sat down beside her. She gently pulled Kelly's legs apart to fully expose her pussy. Kelly closed her eyes as Anna picked up the scissors. She felt a gentle tug on her pubic hair as Anna grasped a small handful and pulled them up to cut. The scissors squeaked and the tug stopped as Anna clipped the hairs close to the skin. Kelly opened her eyes, determined to watch, as Anna took a second handful from another part of her genital mound and snipped again. A small pile of curly, dark brown hair began to grow on the floor beside her. When Anna had done all that she would do with the scissors, she dipped her hands in the bowl of warm water, covered them with soap suds, and began to massage the lather into the short remnants of Kelly's pubic bush. Kelly moaned as Anna's fingers slid over her pussy. She felt herself lifting her pelvis to press her mound against Anna's hand. Anna laughed and withdrew her fingers, "Not yet, Kelly. You haven't even been spanked yet." The mention of the spanking combined with Anna picking up the razor brought Kelly back to the present moment. She held her breath as Anna pulled the razor across her crotch. Kelly tried to lay perfectly still as Anna carefully shaved her pussy, from the pubic mound all the down between her legs to the bottom edges of her cunt lips. Anna was obviously experienced for Kelly didn't feel a single nick. When she finished, Anna splashed some water on Kelly's crotch to rinse away any remaining soap and gently dried her private parts with a soft towel. The experience was very sensual and Kelly felt the stirrings of arousal again. Anna withdrew the towel and invited Kelly to have a look. Kelly stared in amazement at her genitals. Where she was so accustomed to a thick mat of curly hair, there was now only bare skin. The outer edges of her pussy lips poked prominently out of the unobscured vertical crease. She could not resist stroking her freshly uncovered pussy with her fingers, marveling at the cool smoothness of the skin. Kelly stood up and looked at herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. The last time she had seen her crotch like this, bare and unadorned, she had been a little girl, flat- chested and straight. Now, her hips curved out nicely and her breasts demonstrated that the fully visible pussy nestled between her legs belonged to a woman and not a little girl. "It looks nice, doesn't it?" Anna asked. Kelly nodded in agreement. "If you'll keep up the shaving every day, you won't be bothered by stubble," Anna advised. Kelly stood staring at herself in the mirror until Anna had to remind her, "Better put on a bathrobe. It's almost time to go downstairs." Kelly slipped on one of Anna's bathrobes and followed her into the bedroom. "You wait here," Anna said, "I'm going downstairs to make sure everything is ready. John or I will come and get you when it's time." Anna left the room and Kelly sat down on the edge of the bed. She was still mesmerized by what had just happened in the bathroom and it took her a few minutes to remember what was going to happen next. With a start, she glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was only 12 minutes to the appointed hour. Almost unconsciously, she clenched and unclenched the muscles in her butt. When her parents had spanked her a couple of months ago, it had taken several days to work the soreness out. The time dragged by slowly. Kelly imagined what it would be like in a few minutes to go downstairs and remove her robe in preparation for the spanking. John would see her naked body again, only this time her crotch would be clean and bare, her raw sexuality openly revealed. Then she would climb over his or Anna's lap and offer up her bare bottom for the punishment they had assigned. Kelly realized that she didn't know for sure who would wield the hairbrush. She hoped it would be John and she hoped he would finish up with a hand spanking as he had always done with Anna. The thought of his large, open hands slapping her already burning buttocks brought a feeling of warmth to her freshly shaved pussy. It was John who retrieved her and escorted her downstairs to the family room. Anna recounted the story that Kelly had told her and John announced that Kelly's actions had earned her 40 licks on her bare buttocks. Kelly dropped her bathrobe and stood quietly as Anna seated herself in the spanking chair. She could feel John's eyes working their way slowly down her bare body. At Anna's direction, she laid herself across her knees and waited for the spanking to begin. The first lick landed sharply on her left buttock. Kelly yelped. There was a pause and John prompted softly, "Don't forget to count." "One," Kelly responded and, a moment later, her right buttock exploded in pain. "Two," she gasped. The third lick seemed to find exactly the same spot as the first. Kelly's whole body stiffened. The erotic thoughts that had warmed her cunt upstairs were quickly disappearing as her older sister continued to pound her ass. Kelly realized that, although this might be a sex game for Anna and John, the licks were intensely real. Anna sure knew how to spank. Her buttocks were a throbbing fire when Anna reached the halfway point and turned her over to John. She lowered herself across his lap, her newly bare pussy pressed against his leg. For a brief moment, she wondered if she would leave a stain on his jeans as Anna usually did. Then, the hairbrush hit her fanny and she forgot about everything except the agony in her buttocks. John was careful to cover all the parts of her cheeks that Anna had neglected and to revisit some of the hottest spots. Painfully, laboriously, Kelly counted out the remaining licks. When she was finally able to gasp out "forty", she virtually collapsed across John's knees. Her fanny was an agonizing fire and her eyes were filled with tears. Kelly was dimly aware as John handed the dread hairbrush to Anna. Then, she felt his bare hand slap her burning right buttock. Slowly and methodically, John worked his way over Kelly's punished backside. His hand spanks stung like fire but they weren't as agonizing as the hairbrush licks had been. As the steady slap on her fanny continued, Kelly realized that she was right in the midst of the fantasy she had held so intensely for the past few weeks. Her naked body was sprawled across John's lap as his hand repeatedly connected with her bare buttocks. Each time his hand landed, he would feel the fire he had helped ignite in her smooth, fleshy cheeks. Kelly became intensely aware of the firmness of his legs and the scratch of his jeans against her thighs and stomach. She felt the heat in her backside spread into her crotch. Quite unself-consciously, she spread her thighs just a bit to open her freshly shaved pussy to him. Perhaps it was just her imagination but Kelly thought she could feel his manhood pressing into her thigh through his jeans. She began to move in rhythm to his spanks, losing herself in the sheer physical sensations that now engulfed her pussy as well as her fanny. It took Kelly a moment to realize that John had stopped spanking and that his hand was simply resting on her buttocks. Despite the pain, she almost regretted that he had stopped. His hand drifted lightly over her inflamed cheeks, as if to test the warmth on all parts, and then withdrew. Her pussy ached for his touch but his hand was gone. After a moment or two, Kelly felt Anna lift her off John's lap. She was barely able to stand. Her buttocks stung and burned. She put her hands behind her and touched the punished flesh. She was amazed at how hot her fanny felt. Carefully, Kelly began to knead her blistered cheeks, undaunted by Anna and John's presence. Her pussy throbbed with arousal. She could feel a damp stickiness between her legs and realized she may have left a mark of her passion on John's jeans. She tried to look but still could not see clearly because of the tears in her eyes. Anna took Kelly by the shoulders and guided her out of the family room. Kelly continued to massage her buttocks as she walked. If she noticed that the bathrobe had been left behind, she didn't say anything about it. Anna took her upstairs and invited her to lie down on the bed, saying that she had something that would help take the sting out. Kelly lay face down on the bed and Anna began to spread lotion on her burning cheeks. It did not seem to bother her that her older sister was caressing her buttocks and was so doing with the very hands that had so recently wielded a hairbrush against them. Kelly simply relished the coolness of the lotion and the gentle movements of Anna's hands. She closed her eyes and escaped into the soothing caresses. A few minutes later, Kelly felt a movement on the bed and a change in the hands working the lotion into her aching buttocks. She opened her eyes enough to see that John had joined them and was now the one massaging her fanny. Not long after, Anna's hands returned and began stroking her buttocks again. Kelly felt her legs gently pulled apart and then hands drifting down between her thighs. The arousal that had begun across John's lap began to build again. She turned to look at Anna and found that her older sister had removed her clothing. Anna smiled at her and slid her hand down Kelly's buttocks and onto her inner thigh. Kelly shuddered with pleasure. Kelly had just become aware that only Anna's hands were touching her when she felt a gentle kiss on her left buttock. She twisted so she could see John, the obvious source of the kiss, and gasped when she saw that his lean, muscular body was now also nude. He leaned forward to kiss her fanny again and her eyes traced along his back to the smooth, firm curve of his buttocks. When he straightened up, his penis sprang into view, tall and thick. Kelly unconsciously spread her legs even further apart as the desire to slide her pussy onto John's rigid organ swept over her. Kelly realized that she was about to have sex with her sister and her husband and nothing in her wanted to stop it. John leaned forward again and his lips felt like cool fire on her hot buttocks. Kelly moaned and pressed her pelvis against the bed. Kelly felt a second pair of lips on her legs and realized Anna was slowly kissing her way up her thighs. She luxuriated as four hands and two mouths caressed her aching fanny, trembling thighs, and lower back. Gentle fingers probed closer and closer to her inflamed pussy. The agony of the prolonged spanking so recently administered gradually melted into a passion as intense as any she had ever experienced. Her hands reached out and impatiently sought whatever they could reach of her new-found lovers. Lost in the daze of hands and lips and fingers all over her backside, it took Kelly a moment to recognize that Anna and John were carefully trying to turn her over. She twisted her body around and winced only momentarily as her blistered buttocks settled onto the bed. Opening her eyes, she watched as Anna leaned forward and began to kiss a slow circle around her left breast. John's hand, the one that had so recently slapped her aching buttocks over and over again, slid slowly up her right leg, across her stomach, and down her left leg. She watched his erect penis bob up and down as he moved. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. It didn't matter that this was her sister's husband--she wanted him--and soon. John leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. Their lips parted and tongues danced against one another. Anna's lips moved to her right breast and then slowly down her stomach, stopping just shy of her smooth, slick pubic mound. John broke their long, passionate kiss and his hot mouth drifted down to her abandoned breasts, finally settling over one of her aching nipples. She felt Anna pull her legs apart and begin kissing her way up her inner thigh. Her hair brushed against Kelly's burning cunt. Kelly moaned as Anna began planting light, warm kisses on her bare pussy. As John sucked her nipple, Kelly, her eyes closed, groped along his body in search of the turgid sex organ she was beginning to crave so desperately. He seemed to be teasing her, sliding and swaying so that his penis was always just out of her reach. Kelly gasped as Anna opened her mouth wide and engulfed her pussy. Anna's tongue slid into the slick groove between Kelly's freshly shaven mounds, danced around her throbbing clitorus, and slipped in and out of her vaginal opening. John switched his attention to her other breast as Anna began to gently suck on her clitorus. Kelly could feel her passion rising, an orgasm just over the horizon. She grasped again for John's penis, only to find her fingers inches short on his inner thigh. Anna's mouth stayed in place on her cunt as John rolled her far enough onto her side to smack her sharply on her left buttock. The unexpected sting was too much and Kelly felt an orgasm inexorably wash over her, penis or no penis. She locked her thighs around Anna's head and writhed on the bed as wave after wave of heat pounded from her white-hot pussy all over her body. Each time she thought she was over the crest, John would find some way to slap her fanny and the orgasmic convulsions would begin again. In retrospect, she would have no idea how Anna managed to keep her mouth locked in place, much less breathe, as Kelly bucked her way through the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. Kelly didn't stop coming until she had no energy left. She sprawled on the bed, her arms and legs quivering as she tried to push Anna's face away from her pussy. Anna took the hint and slowly withdrew, leaving light kisses along her trembling, sweat-soaked thighs. Kelly could only watch through blurry eyes as Anna pushed John onto the bed beside her, squatted over him, and impaled herself on his rigid dick. She managed to reach over and put her hand on Anna's leg as Anna slid up and down on John's penis. Anna's breasts flopped on her chest as she pumped faster and faster. Kelly could hardly believe she was actually lying there watching her sister fuck her husband. John's hands, the ones that had so recently been smacking her fanny, reached up and massaged Anna's breasts, pinching her nipples. Anna's moan was gutteral and she leaned down and kissed John passionately on his open mouth. John's hands slid around her sides and onto her buttocks. Kelly felt the burning ache in her own backside as John gripped Anna's ass. Anna straightened back up and resumed the rhythmic motion that slid her pussy up and down John's dick. It took only a minute before Kelly heard a groan escape Anna's lips and saw her arch her back. Beneath her, John tensed his body as well, thrusting his hips upward as Anna's came down. Kelly watched in amazement as Anna and John had nearly simultaneous orgasms. It seemed to last forever but finally Anna collapsed onto John, almost grasping for air. Kelly, Anna, and John lay naked on the bed, all of them too spent to pull up the covers or turn off the light. Kelly must have dozed for the next thing she knew, Anna had slid off of John and lay between them, her smooth white buttocks pressed against Kelly's hip. Kelly glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. She had to get home. She slowly pulled herself up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The change in weight on her backside reminded her of the licking her fanny had taken earlier that evening. She glanced over at Anna and John. They had barely moved when she sat up. Anna's right leg was over crossed over John's, her crotch pressed against his thigh. John's dick lay flaccid in a tangle of curly dark hair. Kelly stood up on somewhat shaky legs and walked quietly into the bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the light. Turning her back to the full-length mirror, she looked over her shoulder. The effects of the session with the hairbrush were easy to see. Her butt cheeks glowed dull red from the top of her crack all the way down to where they curved under to meet her thighs. Kelly reached back and laid the back of her hand against the punished flesh. It was still quite warm. Kelly turned around and stared at the mirror's reflection of her now hairless pussy. She slid her fingers down across the smooth skin and felt the distant stirring of desire. Her clothes were still laying in the corner. Kelly dressed quickly, wincing just a bit as she pulled the jeans snug against her bottom. She turned off the bathroom light and stepped back into the bedroom. Anna and John lay naked on the bed, apparently fast asleep. Kelly took a long hungry look at John's crotch. Her only disappointment of the evening was that she had not had a chance to fill herself with his cock. Her fingers made a poor substitute when she finally got home and into her own bed.