By NAMB
Copyright 2021 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Packet 10
We were gathered at Donna’s house for
our now almost-weekly sessions. I really didn’t mind; the more often we
did this, the faster Cissy’s incriminating condoms would disappear.
I would never admit it to the girls, but I was enjoying it too. I got
off, which is always enjoyable, but the pleasure of my orgasms was
intensified by the girls’ presence and the anticipation of not knowing
what they would do to me.
This day would be no exception.
“Remember when we made you look at those porn sites?” Cissy asked.
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was headed.
“Well, Donna and I did some researching on the sites and we’d like to try something we came across.”
There were a lot of things on those porn sites that the girls had me
show them that I would never want happen to me. Anything from being on
the receiving end of a dildo to cock and ball torture to a quick kick
to the balls. Now I was sure I didn’t like where this conversation was
headed.
“Donna and I would like to spank you.”
I
was both shocked and relieved by my sister’s remark. I had never really
thought about spanking. Our parents never did it to us. The idea of
getting over these little girls’ laps like an errant little boy
unsettled me.
On the other hand, compared to all the other
things that they could have picked from the materials, this one was
rather mild, so I jumped on it quickly and with a caveat. “OK, but
hands only, no crops, no paddles, no whips.”
“Don’t be silly,” Cindy giggled, “where would we get things like that.
I added, “No hairbrushes, slippers or anything else.”
She pouted back but said, “OK. Hands only.”
My sister is a reasonable girl.
She added, “Of course it will be bare-assed. In fact, it will be bare everything.”
Well, maybe not that reasonable. It was a very expected request.
At this point, I was so used to being naked in front of the girls that
it felt funny whenever I was in their presence while I was clothed such
as at home when my parents were around.
I got undressed even without being asked.
“Go in my parents’ bedroom and get the chair in the corner of the room.”
“What’s wrong with that one?” I asked, pointing to the one in her room.
“That’s the wrong chair. The chair in the other room is the ‘spanking
chair.’ It’s the only one mom used when she used to spank me. I don’t
really know if it’s ever been used for anything else.”
“Your parents spanked you?” I asked with some disbelief.
“Just my mom. She’s the disciplinarian in the family. In fact, I think she spanks my dad.”
“No way!” Cissy interjected.
“I never told you this. I was maybe about 6 years old when it happened.
I was at the zoo with my friend and her mom. Everything was fine until
a rain shower suddenly came up and we had to leave early.
When I got home, I bolted through the door and ran to tell my mom all
about the zoo. As I entered the house, I could hear some noise coming
from my parent’s bedroom. I barged right in like I did in the mornings
on weekends. Mom was dressed like she was going to work in a blouse and
skirt and heels and she was sitting in the spanking chair. Dad was
naked but I didn’t see anything, he was holding his pants in front of
him.
Mom told me to wait in the kitchen. When she came out I
asked her what she and daddy were doing, she just told me it was an
“Adult Game” and that was all I needed to know. Since then I put two
and two together.
“So you never caught them again?” Cissy said.
“I never really tried. I’m not sure I want to know. I mean, they’re my own parents – creepy!”
“Well, now we’re going to spank a real boy.”
“Wait a minute!” I objected. “I’m not going to get two spankings, one
right after the other. That’s not fair. One spanking should be enough.”
“I don’t want to leave Donna out.”
“This isn’t like jerking off. It’s going to last a while. I’m not going to be able to do it 15 minutes or a half hour later.”
“Well, we could arrange for you to come back another day to get spanked by Donna.”
“That would cost you another condom.”
“I’m not giving up another condom for that.”
We had met an impasse. We sat silently for a while until my sister came
up with an idea. “How about I give you half a spanking and Donna
finishes it?”
We then went into a discussion on what consisted a half spanking and how did we know when to stop.
We consulted Donna who was the only one with experience in spanking and
she wasn’t much help. “I don’t know,” she said. “My parents just did it
until it hurt. Actually it didn’t really hurt that much. It was more
embarrassing than anything else.”
We agreed on a 5 minute limit on the spanking and that I could call it off if I felt I was being injured.
Cissy went first. She sat in the spanking chair and pointed to her lap.
I got over her lap with my head towards her left side to present my ass
cheeks to her dominant hand. I had to jostle around to get a position
that was both stable for the chair and comfortable for both of us.
I felt funny over her lap. I was a good head taller than she was and
when I caught a glimpse in the mirror on Donna’s closet door, it looked
so comical: I was a Goliath draped over her diminutive frame. My legs
and arms were stretched out and on the floor to stabilize us and this
made my rump the highest elevation on my body and a clear target for
her hand.
I also realized the extremely submissive position
I was in both physically and psychologically. Cissy wasn’t even old
enough to babysit and here she has me like an errant toddler over her
lap.
The final adjustment to her positioning was to clamp
both of her thighs around my now erected penis. “It’s so hot,” she
remarked.
I bowed my head between my arms and closed my eyes.
I could feel her shift her body as she raised her arm for her first
spank. A quick thought flashed through my mind. HER FIRST SPANK - Was
this a “right of passage” event that a girl experienced like seeing her
first penis; does spanking her first boy mark a milestone in a girl’s
life?
I could feel her weight shift again as she brought her
arm down. Her palm hit my buttocks just below the small of my back. Her
first spank became a reality. It was off target and it was not
delivered with a lot of force.
I could hear her giggle and
Donna gasped. This was a new experience for all three of us: Cissy as
the spanker, Donna as a witness and me as the spankee.
Cissy
raised her arm again and this time came down on the fleshy parts just
above the left cheek. It didn’t hurt; it didn’t even sting, but as her
hand retreated, I could feel my blood rushing to the spot.
She reached back a third time and delivered a blow to the other cheek.
At first her timing was erratic but after maybe a dozen strokes she was
delivering spanks at the rate of about one per second. She was also
doing a good job alternating between sides.
As she delivered
each spank she clenched her thighs together, squeezing my penis between
them. Also as her weight shifted, so did the position of her thighs. At
first I wasn’t sure that she was aware that she was masturbating me
with her legs but I am pretty sure I removed all doubt as I started
humping them in rhythm with her spanking.
I was getting hot both front and back.
On the rear side, the cumulation of her spanks was making the area warm
up quite noticeably. A few spots seemed to be getting tender and were
mildly painful when respanked.
In front, I could feel my
penis hardening and leaking in anticipation of an orgasm. She seemed to
be trying to rub her crotch against it. Unfortunately, her shorts were
in the way.
I have no idea how far into the five minutes we
got when I could no longer hold out. She clenched her legs together
tightly and gasped, “Oh wow! Oh wow! It’s so hot. It’s so hot. Donna
you got to feel this; it’s so hot.”
I never realized that cumming ON a girl could feel almost as good as cumming IN a girl.
At that point the spanking was over. I lay over her lap, spent and
trying to maintain my balance. Cissy continued to press her thighs back
and forth for about another minute.
I looked over at Donna. She was staring and gaping not managing to say a word.
Finally, I rolled off my sister’s lap and lay on the floor at her feet
on my back, penis still reaching for the sky with the last bit of cum
oozing out of the tip. I looked up at Cissy, from my worm’s eye view;
she looked so intimidating. I could see my cum dripping like wax off a
candle down her legs.
“Girl, we got to get you cleaned up. I
have a pair of shorts I can lend you.” Donna said and before I knew it
she was handing me a box of tissues. “It’s your mess; you clean it up.”
I got up and knelt between Cissy’s knees and went to my task
of cleaning my cum off her legs. She sat there like a queen enjoying
the attention.
When I finally got the strength to stand up,
I looked at myself in the mirror. My rear end was a pleasant pink.
There were no splotches or red mark and definitely no black and blue
marks. It was warm and tingly to the touch, but not really painful.
It actually felt good and the experience and embarrassment added to my
sexual arousal. Secretly I made a pact with myself to try to convince
Mary Beth to spank me.
But there was one more spanking to
go. The girls made sure I had ample rest between them. Donna insisted
that I cum between her legs as well, so the girls made sure my penis
had plenty of time to recharge. Also, my rear end recovered a bit.
Donna spanked differently than Cissy. She seemed to take shorter
swings, put more wrist action into it and spanked nearly twice as fast
as Cissy.
My rear end was getting very hot and the spanks
were beginning to hurt. I wasn’t crying, but tears did come to my eyes.
I considered calling it off, but I was too close to cumming. I wanted
that pleasure. I earned that pleasure. Also, I did not want to
disappoint Donna.
She had almost the same reaction as my
sister when I shot my load into her clenched thighs. Unlike my sister,
she was wearing a skirt and only the thinnest piece of cloth separated
her girlhood from me. I think that thought was what made my second cum
as good as my first.
This time, when looking in the mirror,
my behind was a darker shade of pink. There were a few darker spots and
one that I was sure would not go away for a couple of days.
That night at dinner as I sat in my seat, I could still feel the heat
and tingling from being spanked by the two girls. It was a reminder of
the event, but it also felt good. I looked over the table at my sister
and she looked back. We said nothing, but we did share a smile.