Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 2

By Steam Train
steam_t2007@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Fairburn Family 2
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train
( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

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This is a heavily edited story in homage to the Fairburn family referenced in multiple chapters of ‘The Gang’ by Kelly Slimspank.

Many years ago now, the author Kelly Slimspank communicated with me from time to time and we discussed plot ideas. The author sent me copies of the chapters written (520 chapters in total) until they ceased coming and the author disappeared.

The longest erotic fantasy work I have ever written was just over thirty chapters, so to write so many chapters of ‘The Gang’ is an amazing achievement. I only wish the author had continued to published what was written, instead of withdrawing the early published chapters leaving almost no trace of the stories on the internet.

The way Kelly Slimspank wrote ‘The Gang’, there were numerous story plots occurring at the same time in each chapter. I have cut and pasted from a number of wide ranging chapters to extract this particular singular story plot and present it as an edited whole.

Intending no disrespect to the author for plagiarising the work of Kelly Slimspank, but in the desire to showcase some of the now almost unobtainable writing in ‘The Gang’, I give you for your enjoyment, my edited story which I have worked into the universe of the Archbishops College Series.

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Fairburn Family 2
An Archbishops College Series Story

When Paul Fairburn made no immediate effort to move his mother Pamela Fairburn took a pace towards her fifteen year old son!

“Ok then!, if you won’t!” said Pam

“No!” said Paul, quickly and he grabbed the the bottom hem of his white polo shirt decorated with a charcoal coloured dragon and began to lift it slowly up and removed it, however, then he hesitated.

Pam narrowed her eyes at Paul. He’d better get on with it or...

Paul kept his head down; using the hair hanging down over his forehead as a partial shield for his embarrassed eyes and face and after a momentary pause he steeled his nerves and reached down and unzipped his trousers, unable to believe he was really doing this. He drew his trousers down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his fashionable white boxer briefs with a red trim.

“No, right down” said Lisa “And in fact, I’d like you to take them off.”

Paul’s head almost came up again, but he halted its rise and lowered it again “I did what you said, I took them down. That’s all you said!”

“Good, I appreciate that, Paul. Thank you” said Lisa “But you need to keep doing as I ask, and now I have asked you to do something else.”

Pam watched Lisa, impressed beyond measure at how her daughter was handling all this so calmly and so coolly. She could see that Paul was in a terrible state with all this; his disbelief; his terror; his embarrassment written all over him. Her eyes drifted to his pants. How many times had she seen those in the laundry? She had never seen him wearing them, though, and they looked a good deal more handsome wrapped around his body than in the laundry basket. She tried to discern some detail at the front, but there was just a smallish amorphous bulge and she learned little. She smiled to herself - never mind; it wouldn’t be long now she suspected.

Paul sucked in a couple of deep breaths and then started to push his trousers down his legs. He stooped to try to get them over his trainers and off his feet; hoping desperately that his cooperation might spare the loss of his underpants. He really didn’t know how he was going to manage if she insisted they came down or off.

As Paul folded his favourite jeans and dropped them over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Pam took a step to the side to give herself a view of his bottom. Clad now only in red trimmed white cotton it was even more handsome that it had been in his jeans. The shape of it was more distinct and the beautiful curve of it had Pam’s hand trembling with the temptation to smack it. She was surprised by the force of the desire and she knew in that moment that whatever happened she was going to have that bare bottom over her lap before the day was out. The realisation thrilled her.

Lisa was watching closely too, partly to assess how Paul was intending to behave, but also partly to enjoy the sight of her brother’s body. There was no doubt in her mind that he was both beautiful and charming - when he chose to be, and as hard as she tried to give no outward sign of it, she could not help being excited at the prospect of seeing what he looked like naked. She had no intention of pushing him beyond what he deserved, and she felt the responsibility of being fair weigh heavily on her, but if he gave her good reason; if he misbehaved and she needed to punish him, like at the current instance, then she would have him naked and dancing around with a hard-on in the blink of an eye.

Paul’s face was as red as the trim on his boxer briefs; a face he endeavoured to keep covered by lowering his head so that his blonde hair that was hanging down over his forehead gave him some additional cover. He was feeling numb with fear at what Lisa was going to command next.

“Underpants” said Lisa, letting a tiny edge of enthusiasm creep into her voice. She took a quick breath before: “Down and off, please.”

Paul swallowed hard; the reality of the situation smacking him across the face like a wet halibut. His breathing grew rapid and shallow and his mouth dried completely “Can’t I... can’t I...” he croaked; his voice cracking through an arid throat.

“Come here” said Lisa, her cheeks flushing slightly as the moment of seeing what her older brother looked like naked, drew near.

Paul felt his stomach lurch and his heartbeat go into overdrive. Moving to Lisa was a dammed sight easier than taking his underpants off; that he was certain. He moved slowly, hands coming to cover the front of his underpants as he approached.

“The best I can offer you, Paul, is that I take them down after you have gone over my lap” said Lisa, wanting to get onto the action as swiftly as possible “But in line with the return to traditional values, they are coming down and off, make no mistake about that.”

Paul stared at his sister in disbelief. How had this come about? Why was he stood here with no trousers on? Why was he about to place himself in a position where his thirteen year old sister was going to give him a bare bottomed spanking over her lap? He started to hyper-ventilate; to feel seriously queasy and he shook from head to toe. The alternatives were worse he tried to tell himself. He closed his eyes and whimpered!

“Paul” said Pam “I really don’t know how to get it across to you any more clearly, but this is going to happen, and if you don’t cooperate I really am going to do all those things I threatened, make no mistake. So just take it on the chin, see this as a fairly light and easy lesson and then buck your efforts up and it never need happen again. It’s in your hands, son” Pam finalised this short speech with a fond pat to his fashionably clad bottom. His white designer boxer briefs with the red trim rucked slightly at the smack and Paul brought his hands back to smooth them. His face was bright red and he gulped uncertainly. Pam sighed, the feel of his firm bottom under her hand like that was almost irresistible. She wanted to drag him over her own lap, take those pants right down and smack that bottom properly. She resisted the urge, but it was difficult. She held herself back with the promise that it wouldn’t be long; that he would go over her lap soon enough and that bottom would be hers to smack to her heart’s content.

Paul looked down, lost in indecision. He felt he was driving at a hundred miles an hour and approaching a fork with two ways to go. If he didn’t choose quickly he’d crash in the most appalling manner - but which fork? Fight and run - or capitulate? One thing for sure was that he was scared now; very, very scared.

He glanced at Lisa. She looked serious, purposeful, so mature all of a sudden There was no hint here of bluff or joke. He stared at her legs emerging from her short light dress. He had never really paid any attention to them before, but right now, their flawless smooth skin seemed gorgeous. Was he going to lay his near naked body over those legs? Lisa’s changing body, the curves and bumps were suddenly very much in his face. For the first time he was seeing her as a maturing young lady and not as a little girl!

Paul’s face was screwed up in misery. Even showing himself in his underpants like this was utterly humiliating, but displaying his bare bottom over his younger sister’s lap; having her smack it was an appalling prospect. He was fifteen years old for fuck’s sake! She was only thirteen and his sister! He trembled and whimpered in indecision and tears came to his eyes again.

Lisa had been studying her brother at the same time he had been studying her. It occurred to her that this was the most bare skin she had seen of Paul’s body for years and, for that reason she was becoming very curious about what Paul would look like totally naked!

His chest was flat and hairless. His armpits were similarly devoid of hair and that made her wonder about his nether development. His nipples were small, but sticking out and she frowned slightly as she dropped her eyes to a flat stomach with a deep belly button decorating it. His legs were similarly hairless, but handsome nonetheless, and then she raised her eyes again, leaving the best to last. The front of his underpants was fascinating to her. Behind this designer white cloth with the bright red trim lay his most private; most secret parts; parts she hadn’t seen since they were both very, very young.

Lisa didn’t know exactly why she had to see them, but she did; she really did. And as that feeling impacted her with force she felt a warm feeling between her legs in her most private and secret of body parts, highlighting her own rather disturbing excitement. Suddenly she was not sure if her feelings towards her brother were not more than just sibling curiosity, was she beginning to feel attracted to her brother? Deep within her a thought was blossoming that she wanted to have sex with him and this shocked and worried her. Most certainly what she was feeling was curiosity and perhaps a desire to see something she expected to be beautiful, but that hardly explained her own sexual excitement and emerging desires. She forced herself to conclude that it must have something to do with having him at her mercy, being able to bare him, expose him and smack him and make him do as she told him. What else could it be, surely it was not incestuous love!

“Alright” said Pam, sounding infinitely patient “Looks like I’ll have to do it then.” She reached for her son’s underpants, intending to pull them down for him.

Paul practically jumped over Lisa’s lap.

When he leapt and landed over her lap, Lisa jumped in surprise and it took her a moment to realise what had just occurred. She looked down at her brother lying across her lap, his white bottom sticking up slightly. He shuffled and she felt the small bulge at the front of his pants stroke over her bare thigh. Her mouth opened in surprise and she looked slightly shocked for a moment. She looked up at her mother, but she just smiled and nodded at her. She took a deep breath and tried to still her rapidly beating heart. Suddenly it was real. It was one thing to fantasise about this; to consider doing it - the possibility; imagining the reality, but here it was - for real; happening!

She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt a wet gush between her legs. She blushed; feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Her heart was practically in her mouth as she looked down at his bottom again. It was full and firm and curved up towards her, almost begging her to smack it. She was stunned for the moment. All her confidence; all her certainty of purpose knocked out of her.

Paul hung, eyes screwed shut; breath held; waiting for the awful horror of it. Nothing happened. Eventually he had to breathe and when he did his breathing was rapid and shallow and he felt panicked. He felt so incredibly vulnerable like this, as though he had surrendered himself completely to his sister. His head hung low near the floor, his hair hanging even lower and brushing the golden brown Italian marble tiles. His legs dangled at the other end, too tense to hang down, but his toes touched the cold floor nonetheless. He felt the compression in his groin; his penis and testicles squashed slightly against Lisa’s legs inside his pants. If only she would open her legs a little.

He felt miserable. He felt scared. He felt completely and utterly humiliated. He recognised in this moment that his mother, and by extension his sister, were deadly serious, and he was going to have to change. He nodded to himself, as if he could erase this embarrassment; as if he could take it all away and start again if only he behaved himself from now on. He gulped and promised himself that from this moment on he would do all his homework, help out in the house, be polite and well behaved, work hard at school, limit his time on the PS3. That’s all he had to do. And if he did those things this would never happen again. He could chalk it up to experience, try to forget that it had ever happened, and life would return to some kind of sane normality. He waited, and the waiting was excruciating.

Lisa sighed, trying to work out the best way to proceed. She recognised her excitement, but she tried to put it aside for the moment; she had work to do and it was important work. She held her arms out; one at the top of his bottom and one at the bottom. She estimated the distance between them. She then estimated the width across his bottom. She knew it was curved rather than flat, but she also knew that to try to figure out the surface area using non Euclidian geometry would be horrifically complicated. Best assume it was two dimensional, use Euclidian geometry and then add, say… fifty percent. It would be rough, but it would do.

Lisa looked at her right hand critically and estimated the area of that - easier given it was pretty flat, and then divided the one into the other. Rounding up, she decided that would mean nine hands to his bottom for complete coverage, with just a little overlap. How many smacks per hand area would be needed to do the job properly? She didn’t know. She dismissed the idea of googling that question and decided to experiment. If it was six, then that would require a total of forty-five smacks. She decided she might want to create a spreadsheet, and perhaps write some of her own functions to work these things out and then she could allocate appropriate punishments. She smiled slightly; that idea appealed.

Pam watched her daughter carefully. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if she hadn’t spoken her thoughts, and she shook her head. What else had she expected? She didn’t interrupt her, but let her do things her own way. She let her eyes rest on her son’s bottom. It cried out to be spanked. The white material was smooth and Pam traced her eyes over its form.

Paul groaned. This was taking a long time. He wondered for a moment if she had started and he was just so hard he hadn’t noticed. Lisa was hardly strong, after all. He dismissed that thought. She hadn’t yet pulled his underpants down. Maybe she wasn’t going to. Maybe they weren’t going to really humiliate him like this. Maybe… maybe it was all a bluff after all and they were just going to let him lie here to see how long it took before he figured out their stupid joke!

The hope evaporated the moment he felt Lisa’s hand on his underpants, tugging at them. He whimpered “Don’t, Lisa, please don’t, you can smack me without doing that.”

“I know I can” said Lisa, taking careful hold of the red waistband of his underpants and drawing it down his bottom “But I don’t want to. I’d much rather smack you on your bare bottom.”

“Why, though, why!? It won’t make any difference!” wailed Paul.

“It will make a difference said Lisa. The return to traditional values encourages bare bottom spanking, It will hurt a little bit more, it will embarrass you a very great deal more and…” she closed her mouth suddenly and concentrated on her task. Paul moaned in misery as he felt his bottom uncovered. This was awful – about as bad as it could possibly get, he thought. He clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes more tightly closed.

Lisa stared at her brother’s pale white bottom. It was as she had imagined a thing of beauty. His underpants were gathered at the bottom of his bum cheeks and she left them there for now as she took in the gorgeous beauty of this curve. She dropped a hand to it and stroked across, back and forth.

“Lisa?” said Pam “You were going to say… and?”

Lisa looked up, guilt written all over her face “No… it’s… nothing.” She swallowed hard and looked down again. Paul was whimpering and sobbing and squirming over her lap and she loved it.

“Come on, darling, be honest. Its okay and a reduction in excessive modesty is very much encouraged by the return to traditional values” said Pam.

Lisa looked up again, uncertainty written all over her face. She blushed slightly “I was just… just going to say that… and because I wanted to see his bare bottom, and... and the rest. I want to see his willy, balls and pubes, see him totally naked and exposed, Is that wrong?”

Paul jerked upwards. She wanted to what!? Lisa smacked a hand down onto his bottom without taking her eyes off her mother, knocking the wind out of her brother; he fell flat again.

“I do hope you weren’t intending to get up then Paul!” said Pam, threateningly “You know, maybe we should have him stood in the hall with his hands on his head after you’ve spanked him. Then when your friend comes round she can see his willy and bottom too.

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to get up! It was just… cramp!” yelled Paul in desperation.

Pam glared at the back of Paul’s head and then she smiled at Lisa “No, darling, of course it’s okay. It’s only natural that you’re curious about your brothers body. I’m curious too, I haven’t seen Paul naked in years, so I’m just as keen to see what he looks like naked, as you are.”

“No!” wailed Paul “No, you can’t! They’re my private parts! It’s illegal, it’s child abuse!”

“It’s not illegal or child abuse, your aged under sixteen, so it’s now approved by the government under the return to traditional values, so they are no longer private parts. Why the King has even implemented a return to traditional values in the Royal Family and created a Royal Society for the Return of Traditional Values headed by Doctor Lyttelton from Archbishops College!” said Pam.

“No … this can’t be happening, It’s not real! Paul exclaimed!

“It is real Paul, so unless you seriously improve your behaviour, Lisa is going to be seeing an awful lot of your naked body before the week’s out and I’m betting she’ll probably also see your willy fully erect and in future traditional values naked time sessions, that she may get to do a lot more to your naked body if she wishes.” Pam replied.

“What!? No! No way! Mum!” shouted Paul. Just for her to use the word erect in the context of his penis was humiliating enough, but to suggest that she or Lisa would see it so, made him want to explode into a thousand pieces of confetti of shame.

“Erect … Will I really see Paul with a full on boner?” asked Lisa, hardly able to believe her mother.

“Yes, darling, and if he doesn’t achieve that naturally – which at his age I imagine is pretty common, then just make him hard. You can always tickle and stroke him until he gets excited and ejaculates or have one of your friends do it.”

Lisa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Would her mother really let her do that? Was all this allowed under the return to traditional values? She hadn’t realised how all encompassing and pervasive the return to traditional values rules really were. She decided then and there that she would have to read up on all the rules as she had only a superficial knowledge. Lisa felt a sudden flush of such excitement that she was forced to squirm in her seat, despite the weight on her lap. That movement was enough for her to feel Paul’s bulge on her leg again. She gasped slightly realising she was at the verge of taking her brother pants down and off. She looked at his bottom again.

Paul was speechless. He was literally unable to utter an intelligible sound. His face was red with shock and disbelief at what the sudden return to traditional values was inflicting on him!

It occurred to Lisa, as she stroked her hand over his bottom again that it was hairless just like his arm pits, chest and legs. She knew boys’ bottoms grew hair on them eventually, she just wasn’t sure when this started to happen.

“Mum, he’s got no hair on his bottom or on his legs, or in his armpits come to that” said Lisa “Do you think he might not have any around his willy and balls?”

Pam raised her eyebrows “I don’t know, as I said, haven’t seen Paul naked for years. I had thought that at his age, Paul would have some pubes for sure, as most boys do have some some pubic hair by the age of fifteen, but as we see more and more of his body, who knows, not all boys have started puberty by fifteen! He certainly looks younger with no clothes on, so he may be a late developer and not the more mature boy that he has claimed. Maybe late development runs in the family, as you well know Lisa, you didn’t really start puberty until just a few months ago, well after you turned thirteen, boys usually start puberty later than girls, so perhaps Paul is a late developer too. I suppose we’ll find out very soon when you’re finished with him.”

Lisa instantly joined Paul in blushing profusely, she was appalled that her mother had so willingly revealed details of her late onset of puberty to her brother. Only her mother knew that Lisa despite her very feminine body shape, with her thin waist, flaring hips and small firm breasts, didn’t look so mature when naked. Thanks to the heavily padded training bras that Pam had bought for her daughter. The reality was well hidden that, Lisa’s breasts, barely jutted out at all from her chest. Between her legs, no one apart from her mother knew that only in the last few months had she even begun to grow her first pubic hairs!

Paul, was momentarily interested in his mother’s comments about his sisters late development! Under the return to traditional values rules, it was possible for a girl under sixteen years of age to also be required to be totally naked. Despite generating an instant desire within him to see what Lisa looked like naked, Paul had much more immediate problems on his mind and tried to focus his mind into a singularity that could almost make his consciousness disappear into another dimension, but It didn’t seem to be working.

“I’d best get his underpants off” said Lisa, recovering from her own humiliation and embarrassment.

“Good idea” said Pam, smiling at her still blushing daughter.

Lisa concentrated on her task; trying to suppress her excitement for the moment. She tugged at her brother’s underpants carefully, but they seemed stuck at the front. The back of them stretched nicely down, but they weren’t coming down his legs. Paul whimpered across his sister’s lap, feeling appallingly miserable and humiliated. Lisa stopped.

“You’re going to have to lift yourself a bit” she said to him.

Paul couldn’t. Despite the fact he knew he couldn’t fight; he couldn’t win; that saving his pants and his modesty was probably impossible; he couldn’t cooperate like this and help condemn himself to the resulting humiliation.

“Paul” said Lisa.

His only response was a sob of shame and fear.

Lisa sighed and reached over to the table. Pam watched her daughter as she picked up her solid plastic ruler and lifted it high over Paul’s bare bottom. Pam winced as it flew downwards, and winced again as it smacked with a loud plasticy sound across her son’s buttocks.

“Fuck!” yelled Paul at the top of his voice; his body lurched upwards and his hands flew back to protect himself.

Lisa calmly dragged his pants down as he jumped up, and then drew them down his legs while Paul massaged his painful bottom “No! Not that! Don’t do that!” he wailed. Fuck, that was agony! That was more than he had expected from an entire month of spankings.

He remembered a conversation with Colin Jackson, more than a year ago now. He had seen Colin in the showers at school and had questioned the red marks on his bottom. Colin had told him about being spanked at home, although he had refused to go into details. He had implied that it hurt a lot, but Paul had assumed he was just a wimp and had imagined he’d have taken it a lot more stoically.

“Where are your hands supposed to be, Paul?” said Lisa, when she had cast his pants aside.

Paul didn’t respond. He didn’t want a conversation; he didn’t want anything.

“I was going to spank you with my hand, Paul, but if you don’t start doing as I tell you, I am going to use this ruler, and I am going to start on your legs” said Lisa.

Legs? Would that hurt more or less? Paul whimpered and sobbed. His hands moved away from his bottom cautiously, his buttocks tense; afraid of another agonising smack.

Lisa waited until his hands were dangling down by his head again and she put the ruler back down on the table, pleased with how effective it had been. She smiled at the red mark across his bottom where the ruler had impacted, but was then slightly disappointed that it wasn’t quite parallel. She sighed and brought her spanking hand back to his bottom to stroke it. She leaned a little, peering closer.

“Actually mum, there are hairs!” she said, suddenly “They’re really fine, little blonde hairs, you can hardly see them.” She peered down his thighs and examined him there, too “And on his legs.”

Pam nodded and smiled “He’s had those since he was young, there normal on young boys, but nothing to do with puberty.”

There was a deep and profound excitement to this. Having Paul over her lap naked, ready to be spanked by her, was awesome, but there was more than that - the fact that she could make him do her bidding was thrilling in the extreme and she felt a very strong urge to play with that; to explore it.

Disappointingly Lisa had work to do but … she had to fight to control herself as another wave of excitement poured through her. She closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. She did not want to take too long. Paul had an essay to write and more homework to do on top. She had things she wanted to get done, too, but on the other hand she did not want to rush this. She wondered if they could catch up on the work some other time.

She stroked her hand down to Paul’s thighs and she could feel him trembling. She became aware that she could now feel his naked penis on her bare thigh and she swallowed suddenly in shock. It was almost too much. This squashy, spongy, hot, thing was resting right on her thigh - and he must know it too.

“I need you to lift yourself up a little, Paul, because it’s a bit uncomfortable the way your willy is on my leg” she said, glancing up at her mother as she said this.

Pam smiled at her and shook her head slightly. She knew what Lisa was doing, and she felt a strong surge of affection for her daughter.

Paul was flooded with shame. He could feel his privates squashed and it wasn’t comfortable, but for Lisa to... could she feel him? Did she know? Of course she did; she’d just said so. He didn’t know what to do with the humiliation; there was no outlet for it; it just built up - his face was scarlet, his body trembled and he cried softly.

“Do I need the ruler again, Paul?” asked Lisa, trying to keep her voice calm. Just the threat of it caused another gush of wetness; just her commanding him.

“No!” shrieked Paul. He slammed his eyes closed, clenched his jaw, and lifted his pelvis.

Lisa moaned and she couldn’t prevent some of her excitement escaping. Pam lifted her eyebrows and felt her own excitement rise as her son’s bottom lifted upwards. Lisa reached a slow, slightly shaky hand underneath Paul’s stomach. She felt his tummy quiver and felt no sign of any pubic hair as her hand brushed down his smooth skin towards his groin.

Paul let out a loud whimper as he felt his sister take hold of his limp penis and drag it upwards, in line with his body. Lisa could not believe the surge of excitement that flooded her as she came into contact with her brother’s willy for the very first time. It felt incredible, amazing, and she stretched it upwards over his pubis, still not feeling with that second brief touch any signs of a pubic bush. She was desperate to see her brothers most private and secret parts now; so very desperate, but she gripped herself. Work first, then pleasure. When she rested his willy again, on her thigh still, she felt certain it was a little firmer than it had been, and she dared hope that by the time she was finished it would be a lot firmer still.

“He’s not getting hard is he?” asked Pam.

“A little bit” said Lisa, trying to keep the shake out of her voice.

Paul felt an icy spike of shame stab him. How could they talk like this!? How!? He tried to forget the thrilling feel of his sister’s hand on his penis; the first and only alien hand to touch it, but it was hard. He might as well have been branded with the experience; it was permanently burned into his consciousness. Despite the pressure; his weight bearing down on it, trapped over Lisa’s thigh; he felt it inflating slightly. He tried to find some mental switch; some way to turn it off.

Lisa withdrew her hand and placed it at the very bottom of Paul’s buttocks. She was too far gone now to want to stop this; she had to have more. She slid her hand down in between his thighs “Open your legs, Paul, I want them wider.”

This new sensation, her hand pushing down to that ultra sensitive flesh between his thighs, prevented any concentration on controlling himself and he sobbed out loud. He didn’t want to open his legs or expose any more of himself than he absolutely had to.

Lisa was having almost as much difficulty as Paul was. Her body was alive with sensations it had never even imagined before, and when she felt his willy expanding further on her thigh she tried to imagine what it looked like. She wanted to order him up, right now, so she could look at it properly; so she could touch it, confirm if he was as bald as she now suspected, but she knew she shouldn’t do that. Save that delight for later, for when the spanking was done, for when Paul was even more subdued than he was now. She took a deep breath and peered downwards as Paul’s legs started to open. She encouraged them further with her hand, pushing against both sides.

Pam was not disappointed. She could see that Lisa was really struggling with this; battling between her desire to satisfy her own urges and her sense of responsibility. She could not blame her for indulging herself a little. She knew she must want to get Paul up, get his hands on his head, stare at what he had between his legs; she wanted the same.

Lisa was amazed and delighted when she was presented with a clear rear view of Paul’s scrotum between his legs. She squinted, drinking in every detail. It didn’t have any hair on it and in what was a big surprise for her, it was a plump smooth ball tucked tightly against his body. She had expected it to have dropped and be wrinkly.

“I can see his scrotum” she said to her mother without looking up “It isn’t hairy, and...” she reached a finger down and stroked, eliciting a terrible shriek of surprise from Paul “It is pale like the surrounding skin, I thought it would be darker and wrinkly.”

“Well Lisa, as we discussed, perhaps he really is late into puberty” said Pam, struggling with her own patience now, wanting Lisa to get on with it so they could get to the more interesting and exciting exposure.

“Yes maybe he’s not very well developed for his age” said Lisa, sounding slightly concerned “Maybe he’s still a little boy?.”

Paul swallowed hard. He had never experienced such awful shame.

“What about the other boys in your class, Paul” asked Lisa “You must see them in the showers. Are they more or less developed than you?”

Paul held his breath and screwed his face up. They had just said a spanking; that’s all. They had just said he’d be spanked. They hadn’t said it would be Nuremburg all over again, only for innocent schoolboys who hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Paul? Answer, please” said Lisa, patting his bottom with her hand.

“Same, same, just the same! I don’t know! I don’t look! Nobody looks!” Paul squeezed out rapidly, between sobs.

“I bet they do” said Lisa “I bet you look too.”

“Perhaps you could ask your friends” said Pam, helpfully “They might have seen their brothers or boyfriends, maybe they’ll know.”

“I could show them Paul naked” said Lisa “See what they think in comparison?”

“Good idea” said Pam “Perhaps you could start with Sarah, when she comes round.”

“I don’t think Sarah will have ever seen a boy’s willy and balls” said Lisa “Except maybe her brother, but he’s only eleven.”

“It’s a start” said Pam “Maybe Paul looks the same as Sarah’s brother.”

“Oh... hold on... she did see David Foster on the school field and he was naked” said Lisa, suddenly.

“Did she?” asked Pam, sounding surprised “What was he doing naked on the school field?”

“Don’t know for sure as I was in the library, so I missed it, but I heard he was offensive to some girls and a teacher overheard him and under the new traditional values rules, ordered him to strip naked in the school field as punishment” said Lisa, feeling very much more disappointed with that now than she had when she’d first heard.

“Well, at least Sarah will be able to make that comparison” said Pam “Isn’t he in your class, Paul, David Foster?”

It was getting worse, by the second. Was there any way he could speed this up, end this. Why couldn’t someone save him? Where was the UN? Couldn’t he be rescued; deported to Guantanamo Bay where he’d be safe? Even there he wouldn’t be tortured to this extent.

“Paul, answer mum!” said Lisa, tickling his scrotum gently.

Paul squeaked “Yes.”

“Well, let’s leave this until you’ve finished the spanking” said Pam, feeling quite impatient now, and far too excited.

Lisa smiled and nodded “Yes, spanking first and then we can check you out to see how you are developing for ourselves.”

Paul had never imagined that he would welcome a spanking as much as he did now. Anything to stop them talking about him in this way. He didn’t even consider what would happen after the spanking; he was far too miserable about his present predicament. All thoughts ceased when he felt Lisa’s hand smack down onto his bottom. It was the shock, not so much the pain. The reality of it; his thirteen year old sister was spanking him, naked, over her lap. His eyes and mouth sprang open in surprise. It did hurt, a little, but the shock!

Lisa placed each smack very carefully, trying to line it up with her mental gird overlaid onto his bottom. Nine smacks to cover it nicely, and then start again at the beginning; she counted methodically in her head.

Paul squirmed in discomfort and in shame and he felt his body’s natural movement with each slap of Lisa’ hand. It was only when the initial shock had worn off that he realised that his penis was being rubbed back and forth on Lisa’s bare thigh by his motions and that it was stiffening in response. He wailed at this more than anything else, but his wail was filled with a dozen different concerns.

“Have you seen my electric razor?” asked Isambard, striding into the kitchen “You didn’t pack it.”

Pam turned her head to her husband, irritation crossing her face.

“Have you started traditional values discipline already?” said Isambard, seeing his son naked over Lisa’s lap; seeing his daughter smacking Paul’s bare bottom. She did not stop … “Pam! are you sure she knows what she is doing!?”

“One thing at a time, darling” said Pam, hardly masking her impatience “Firstly, your razor’s on charge, you left it drained again - not my fault. Secondly, Yes, Lisa is spanking Paul in line with the Kingdom’s return to Traditional Values, as we discussed over dinner.”

“Oh, right … ” said Isambard “I thought she was going to monitor him, make sure he was doing what he should. I didn’t expect he would receive a full naked spanking so soon!”

“You weren’t listening, were you?” said Pam “You and Paul have a bad habit of never listening!”

Lisa looked up without pausing her spanking. She had the rhythm now, knew where her hand was going without having to look “The return to traditional values allows it and he deserves it” she said to her father.

“Yes, I’m sure he does, good work Lisa, but remember Traditional Values applies to girls as well as boys under the age of sixteen, so watch your own behaviour, stay within the rules and don’t overdo things!” said Isambard, turning on his heel and marching out again, he still had much to do to be ready for the pastoral conference.

Pam turned to Lisa, smiled and nodded “That is true, it does apply equally to girls, as to boys aged under sixteen, so make sure you continue to behave yourself.”

Lisa nodded, a flash of worry and consternation appeared on her face before she turned her attention back to her brother’s bottom. Paul was squirming well enough, and she was thrilled at the feel of his firmness on her thigh, but she didn’t think six smacks in each location was going to do the job. He was pinking up, but he was not really red, and she wanted red. Ideally she wanted something that would show she had spanked him, long afterwards.

“I don’t think I’m getting the right colour” said Lisa.

“Colour?” asked Pam, not quite sure what Lisa was saying.

“Perhaps I’m expecting too much” said Lisa “But I think I’d like Paul’s bottom to be red in colour, and I think I would like it to still be red tomorrow when he goes to school.”

“That would probably be quite a serious spanking” said Pam, thoughtfully “If he continues to misbehave, perhaps, but for now you might be better aiming for still red at bedtime.”

“Okay” said Lisa “But I’m not sure I’m achieving even that.”

“We’re going to need to find something to smack him with, then” said Pam “Your hand is probably not hard enough, and it’s going to start hurting soon anyway.”

Lisa was already aware that her hand was stinging and she had been trying to ignore that. Her mother’s suggestion was a very sensible one.

“What about your ruler? That seemed quite effective” said Pam.

“No, it’ll bend, and when it does that it gets less accurate as a measure. I don’t want it to be inaccurate” said Lisa.

“What about a wooden spoon, then, that’s quite traditional” suggested Pam.

Lisa pondered, still smacking Paul’s bottom “No...” she said reluctantly, not wanting to be difficult “The surface area is too small, it’ll take too long to cover his bottom properly. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was more spread out so I could do the whole of it, from one side to the other, and then work up or down methodically.”

“Yes, I see” said Pam, understanding the concern. She frowned in thought for a moment.

Paul continued to squirm and he was groaning at the increasing stinging pain. It still wasn’t a fraction of the pain caused by that ruler, but it was mounting unpleasantly. His greater concern was his penis and its insistence on erecting itself. That was just awful, as the excitement of it rubbing against Lisa’s thigh mounted with the discomfort in his bottom.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea” said Pam “Just give me a minute.”Pam strode off quickly, towards her study.

Lisa continued her barrage despite her own pain and she sighed, taking comfort from the wonderful feeling of her brother’s almost erect willy on her leg. She felt a surge of guilt and excitement as she abandoned her normal sense of responsibility and fair play and started to oppose the motions of his body with a slight movement of her leg. As Paul’s body shifted forwards slightly, she moved her thigh towards him, rubbing his willy a little more forcefully and then when he relaxed back again she withdrew her leg that little bit.

Paul squealed as she started this and he moaned as his penis flooded, filling, stiffening to fullness and then an orgasmic excitement started to grip him. His eyes, nose and mouth flared in shock and horror “Lisa!” he wailed “Stop it! Stop it! Please, stop it!”

Lisa didn’t stop it; she smiled sadisticly and exaggerated her movements a little more, despite a renewed surge of guilt, the build up of excitement and sexual expectation, made her abandoned totally her sense of responsibility and fair play that she had tried to maintain.

Pam returned holding a thin two foot clear plastic rod “Try this” she said.

Lisa ceased her leg movements and looked up, frowning at the rod. It didn’t seem like much; she had expected something more. She finished her set of nine, for completeness, and held her hand up.

Paul tensed himself, trying to recover from Lisa’s tortuous stimulation of his erection and he tried to take control of his breathing, beating back the desire to ejaculate.

“What’s it for?” asked Lisa as she took hold of the rod.

“It’s a spare wand, for the venetian blinds. I’ve got a few spare in different sizes” said Pam.

Lisa examined it. It was thin, that was a bit of a problem, it was very flexible and that seemed like a problem too. She wasn’t confident she could wield it properly or accurately. She sighed, lifted her knee ever so slightly to press it up against Paul’s willy and then brought the rod down experimentally, right across the centre of Paul’s bottom. Imagining it to be rather inadequate, she brought it down with considerable force.

Paul exploded upwards with a scream of agonising pain “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Lisa looked startled and then stared open mouthed at her mother “Okay” she said, shocked “I think this’ll definitely do the job.”

Pam smiled broadly “Looks like it will.”

Lisa looked down at the impact side and saw the thin red line. She frowned and traced her finger over it. It was already beginning to rise slightly in a long welt. She was delighted to discover that where the rod had flexed it had moulded itself to his bottom, wrapping itself round and marking it from one side to the other.

“Oh, this is excellent!” she said, impressed. Tracing the red line back again from the side of his right buttock to the side of his left “Oh, I can’t wait to see what his bottom’s going to look like when I’ve finished with this.”

“Don’t forget his legs” said Pam.

“I think he is still going to be red tomorrow at school, mum, after this” said Lisa with a grin.

“Don’t go too mad this first time, though” advised Pam “It’s up to you, of course, but you need to hold something back for when he’s naughty later.”

Lisa nodded. Like her mother, she had no doubt he would be naughty later. She gripped the rod a little tighter, narrowed her eyes to aim at the very top of his buttocks and estimating, with the expected swelling of the welts, she could get away with twenty - leaving small gaps between to give a nice ribbed affect.

“No! Oh God! No! No!” yelled Paul, terrified of another smack like that last. Tears poured from his eyes, and all of him clenched and unclenched in fearful anticipation. He no longer needed to battle with orgasm; that need had fled, and his penis was deflating fast.

Lisa began a steady and methodical application of her new tool of discipline, keeping the strokes spaced just right, and keeping the force low. Despite her applying considerably less energy to her smacks than with that first, Paul arched his back, screamed and lurched and begged for mercy with each one.

Both Pam and Lisa looked forward to a very compliant and very well behaved little boy when Lisa was finally done.

Paul was distraught. The pain was phenomenal and he had had no idea that such pain could exist in a bottom, or anywhere else. He cried wholeheartedly, tears pouring down his cheeks to the tiles below, but he wasn’t quite reduced to that childish bawling mass of unselfconsciousness. His beggings and pleadings for mercy had been ignored, as had his promises, and Lisa had not stopped until she had completed her self-assigned task.

Her estimate had been a little out. She had spaced the strokes carefully and was very pleased with the result, but only eighteen strokes had been required, not twenty; after she had planted the last one, as slowly and carefully as she had the first, she sat back to survey her work. The early marks, as thin as they had been, had swollen and formed welts by the time she had finished and she was overjoyed to see that her rough and ready calculations had been spot on and there was definite space between them, causing a micro-washboard effect. The welts this time, unlike the mark left by the ruler, were perfectly parallel.

Lisa smiled down at Paul’s bottom, pleased with her work, and then she looked up at her mother. Pam smiled back at her, impressed by her daughter’s precision and dedication.

“I think I’d like to give him one across the backs of his thighs, just so he knows what that will feel like. It seems only fair he knows, before he does something to deserve a proper spanking on the backs of his legs” said Lisa.

Pam nodded “That’s very thoughtful of you, Lisa. Good idea.”

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to control her mounting excitement. The time was drawing near and she had been aware of it each time she lashed the spacer down across his bottom. Each stroke had brought her closer to that moment she would be finished with this; closer to that moment where she would ask him to stand and she would see his willy. It was almost unbearable as she squirmed slightly in her seat. It was so exciting that she felt a perverse pleasure in putting it off; knowing that it’s imminence and the excitement that accompanied that imminence, could be treasured and could be stretched out for longer.

She dropped a hand to his hot pained bottom and rubbed. It was still arched beautifully; a shape that appealed to something deep in a primitive part of the brain; a shape that was pre-aesthetic in some sense. She could feel the welts; the narrow hills and valleys, as they slid bumpily under her palm. This was fabulous. She raised her hand, turned it, and brought her fingernails down onto his left buttock. Her nails weren’t long, but they were long enough to protrude beyond the ends of her fingers. She kept them perfectly trimmed and she never bit them. She ran her fingernails down his buttock from top to bottom, applying just a little pressure.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” yelped Paul, in distress at the sharp irritation on his welts.

Lisa looked up at her mother again “That was fun!” Pam smiled at her and nodded “Didn’t sound like it was fun for Paul.”

Lisa frowned down at her brother and ran her fingers up his right buttock, from the bottom to the top.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” he wailed in response.

“That’s because he doesn’t understand what real fun is, yet” said Lisa “But he’ll learn.” She placed a hand on the side of his chest, away from her, and rubbed up and down gently “I’m going to give you one stroke across the backs of your thighs, Paul, so you’ll have an idea of what it would feel like to have a proper spanking with this thing on your legs.”

“No! Don’t, Lisa, don’t, please!” begged Paul.

“When I threaten you, Paul, if you’re misbehaving, and I say I am going to spank the backs of your legs, you won’t know what that means, will you? So it’s only fair I show you now so that you’ll know to avoid it if I have to make that threat” said Lisa.

“I’m not going to... I’m not going to misbehave!” he yelled.

“Yes, you are, Paul” said Lisa with utter confidence “Now don’t be such a baby.” She rested her left hand on his bumpy bottom and pressed firmly, eliciting a howl from Paul, and then she brought her right hand down, rod armed, adjusting her approach just a touch before it struck. The rod smacked down sharply right across the middle of his thighs, perfectly parallel, and Paul, jumped and shrieked at the extraordinary pain. He continued to cry and his breathing was heavy and ragged.

“Remember what that felt like, Paul, and just take a few seconds to imagine how that would feel if you had lots of those, up and down the backs of your thighs, and also remember that that wasn’t very hard. I could do it a lot harder if I wanted” said Lisa.

Lisa smiled up at her mother again, giving Paul time to consider what she had said and to complete his task of imagining a proper spanking like this “I expect that’ll also be quite embarrassing when he does games or PE next. It’s all going to show in the showers, but his legs will show when he’s in shorts. I bet there’ll be questions.”

“You’ve got PE tomorrow, haven’t you, Paul?” asked Pam. Being responsible for the laundry, Pam knew when everything needed to be washed, dried, and ironed for.

Paul didn’t answer, too busy mumbling and sobbing to himself self-pityingly.

“Answer, mum, Paul” said Lisa, patting rather than spanking his bottom, with her left hand.

“Second... second period!” he suddenly wailed, afraid Lisa was going to hit him again.

“What are you going to say when people ask you what happened to your bottom?” asked Lisa.

There was a delay. Paul had no idea. Lisa patted him again. “Don’t... don’t know!” he yelled.

“You will tell them the truth, Paul” said Lisa “You will tell them our family has fully adopted the return to traditional values and that you were naughty and your sister had to spank you.”

“And if they ask for further details, Paul, you’ll tell them honestly. You can tell them that your sister had you strip naked and she took you over her lap and she spanked you until you cried and promised to be good” said Pam.

“No, I can’t... I can’t tell them that!” wailed Paul.

“Of course you can, Paul” said Pam “There’s no shame in being taken in hand by your sister and having her responsible for your discipline. A lot of boys at school are going to be in exactly the same position, as girls are usually far more mature than boys at a similar age. It should be a point of pride, really.”

“Yes, you should be proud” said Lisa.

Paul could not comprehend what they were going on about. How could he possibly be proud? He was utterly ashamed and this was something he could never admit, not to anyone.

“Could we find out?” asked Pam “It would be interesting know how many other fifteen year olds were being looked after by their sisters, younger or older.”

Lisa nodded thoughtfully “We’d probably get more honest answers from the sisters” she said.

“You could ask around” suggested Pam.

“I’ll make a list of fifth form boys - Paul can help with that, and then list their sisters - he can help with that too. Then I could try and get to speak to them all tomorrow, if there’s time” said Lisa.

“Might be interesting, and maybe you could compare notes” said Pam “No harm in learning from each other, swapping best practice.”

“Hmmmm” said Lisa, thoughtfully “Yes, I think you’re right.” She patted Paul’s bottom “Of course that might be a bit embarrassing for the boys, though, having us discussing them like that.”

“No harm in that” said Pam “It can only encourage them to behave themselves better.”

“Yes, that’s true” said Lisa, pondering the issue carefully “If we start discussing the things we do with them, how embarrassing it is, and whether they cry or not, and so on, I expect that would be terrible. They’re not going to want the other girls knowing that, so... they might well behave a lot better so that we have nothing to talk about.”

“What do you think, Paul, would that be an incentive to behave better?” asked Pam.

“No! God, please, don’t! You can’t tell people.... you can’t!” he sobbed. He couldn’t bear the thought. A bunch of girls at school discussing him having to get undressed and being spanked by Lisa, naked and over her lap; his crying and begging and pleading. He’d never be able to hold his head up again. He’d be a laughing stock; not just amongst the girls, but the boys as well.

“Of course I can tell people, especially girls, about how I punish you Paul” said Lisa.

“No please don’t! Remember traditional values applies to girls too. There must be some girls who are being taken in hand by their brothers and who have responsibility for their sisters discipline, you wouldn’t like boys discussing girls discipline!” Paul responded.

“You wish!” Lisa responded unable to imagine or contemplate a situation where a brother was in charge of a sisters discipline ever happening.

“Do you know...” said Pam “This conversation has given me a really good idea and I think it’s doable, it would be so good if it could be arranged.”

“What, mum?” asked Lisa, looking up at her mother with interest. She had not forgotten what was coming next and the wait was intoxicating. She could still feel her brother’s penis on her leg, but it was no longer erect. Soon, very soon, she would see it, and she trembled with the anticipation. This delay; this putting the moment off, was delicious.

“Well, I was thinking, since there would be a number of you, I imagine... and not just for fifth form boys, but boys of all ages under sixteen, maybe you could form a club here in the parish hall for after school meetings, for all the girls in charge of boys. You could swap notes and ideas and share stories and experiences. Help each other out, even swap boys for a while. Not just for the novelty, but it might be good for the boys to spend some time in the charge of other girls. That might teach them a lesson, especially if they were really naughty. It can only help you all get better.”

Lisa nodded. That sounded like brilliant idea.

“We could have a constitution, elected officers for secretary, chairperson, treasurer and so on. We could organise our own activities.”

Pam smiled broadly “Yes, I will speak with your father and have him allocate you time to use the parish hall.” Pam was starting to grow rather more excited about this brilliant idea. Not only would she enjoy the girls’ excitement, their stories and their plans, but they might also bring their boys with them, or at least sometimes, and that could only add to the fun enormously. How many boys would there be? How old? It was thrilling. And then there was Paul who could be present all the time, even if not at the meetings themselves. Paul she knew would be mortified; terrified. His behaviour would likely become near perfect. Lisa was a genius.

“Thanks, mum” said Lisa, looking delighted “That would be brilliant. I’ll talk to the girls. See what I can find out. See what we can get organised. Oh, dear, this is going to be so much work.”

“Too much?” asked Pam, a little worried.

“No” said Lisa emphatically “Not too much. I can do it, but I am going to have to work very hard, and I am going to have to plan it all out very carefully. If it’s not organised properly, then it’s going to be a mess, and we don’t want that.”

“I can help, darling” said Pam “With my position in the parish and the Archdeaconry I am in a position to move this idea along.”

Paul was having difficulty following all this. He got the gist of it, feared the stories and the embarrassment of Lisa talking about him, but he hadn’t taken the thought much further than that. He was in pain, he was crying still and he was beyond humiliation already. Tomorrow was a miserable fog of uncertainly that wouldn’t resolve itself into anything definite. It was like a rainy autumn day in the forest where you couldn’t see beyond your hand, and where you feared you were lost, even in familiar surroundings.

Lisa smiled broadly “We could talk about it later, after Paul’s gone to bed” she said “I think he’s going to be put to bed early tonight.”

Pam felt a spike of excitement ‘put to bed’ that sounded brilliant. Lisa really had a handle on this now and she was so proud of her daughter. She wondered how she had never seen this side of her before. Had she just not noticed? She and Lisa had always been close, but they had never quite shared anything as enthusiastically and intimately as this before. It was bonding like no other. Adam had always been her favourite, but Lisa had usurped him now, and she was looking forward to working with her daughter very closely on this for some time to come.

“Alright, then, back to Paul” said Lisa, looking down at her brother’s bright red striped bottom “Time for you to get up, now. So stand nice and straight and No covering up, so we can see your willy and balls.”

Pam tensed and swallowed heavily. She exhaled slowly, preparing herself for this moment that had been so long in coming.

Lisa felt a tremendous rush of excitement speaking these words and she squeezed her legs together tightly as she felt a wet gush, and wanted to stimulate herself in advance. She closed her eyes and puffed out a long and expectant breath.

Paul froze. All his fears, pains and concerns vanished to be replaced with the sudden realisation of where he was; how he was. Not that he had forgotten exactly, but it had not been present in his mind. He was lying stark naked over his sister’s lap. Standing up would expose him. Lisa had said so herself ‘so we can see your willy’. No! That couldn’t happen! This had all been such a nightmare already, but he had been spanked now and he was sorry, and he had promised to be good. What more did they want from him? He wasn’t going to let them see his willy and balls - he’d rather die.

“I’m not... I’m not letting you see that!” he yelled “No, come on! I’ve said I’m sorry, and I said I’d be good from now on! That’s enough! Let me go now and I’ll do all my homework, I promise!”

“I told you he’d be naughty again” said Lisa with a sigh.

“Paul, you have to remember that Lisa is in charge” said Pam, sounding patient and sympathetic, only the slightest edge of excitement creeping into her voice “That means that you must obey her, no matter what she asks you to do.”

“That’s right” said Lisa “And remember what I said - if you’re naughty again I am going to spank you on the back of your thighs. And you’ve got PE tomorrow.”

“No, but that’s not fair. Please... I haven’t been naughty again, I’ve done everything you’ve asked” wailed Paul, in desperation.

“I suppose that is true” sad Pam, having to be fair.

“No, I don’t think he’s quite got that right” said Lisa.

“No?” said Pam, hopefully. What was Lisa going to come up with that would save the day.

“Firstly, being good isn’t just about doing as he’s told, is it?” said Lisa, furrowing her brow in concentration “Consider: If he punched Adam... or set fire to his room... or helped himself to the drinks cabinet, would that not be naughty, even though I hadn’t specifically told him not to do those things? Is it possible for me to enumerate an infinite list of things that could constitute naughtiness? No, clearly it isn’t, so misbehaviour covers a lot more than just not doing as he’s told.”

Pam nodded. Lisa was so mature in her attitude and so right. She smiled at her daughter, filling with even greater pride.

“And, Paul...” said Lisa, patting his bottom.

Paul inhaled sharply. What was she on about? He hadn’t done anything wrong.

“You have been swearing quite crudely while you’ve been over my lap. You’ve used the ‘F’ word twice that I can recall. You can’t be allowed to get away with that. So you need to be punished for it. Now, as I said, before, Sarah will be here soon, so if you want to keep delaying your punishment you risk her arriving while you’re still being punished. I mean... is that what you really want? Sarah seeing you being punished like this?”

Pam nodded “Oh God! I imagine that would be extremely embarrassing. Paul naked, being spanked. Sarah seeing his willy, his red bottom, his crying. I don’t think he’d want that, Lisa.”

“I wouldn’t have thought so” said Lisa “But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Paul does want that.”

Sarah Collins!? Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Paul whimpered miserably. She had a very hot, sexy thirteen year old body, that gave him a hard-on every time he saw her. She was gorgeous, and he had often fantasised about imaginary activities with her. He’d shagged her senseless from every conceivable position he knew about, which wasn’t many positions, while imagining what her body would look like naked.

“Never mind” said Lisa, and she traced a finger across the welt that had risen across the back of his thighs “I think I can probably get a couple of dozen strokes down the backs of his thighs, if I’m careful.”

Paul’s eyes flew open. Two dozen strokes on the backs of his thighs!? He shrieked at the thought. And Sarah might turn up halfway through! So he started to move himself, pushing himself up “I’m getting up!” he yelled, just in case she started. He flooded with shame and humiliation as he felt his limp willy unsticking itself from Lisa’s thigh. This unpeeling was all that filled his mind right now. It drew his attention to that one thing; that one certainty; that one awful appalling reality - that his sister and his mother were about to see his naked willy. His eyes closed again; his face turned a bright red and she sobbed in shame.

Lisa watched him with mounting excitement. As his pelvis lifted she felt his penis peel like soft weak sellotape being pulled from her thigh. It felt glorious and ecstatic. She was on the verge of seeing her brother entirely naked from the front and she could hardly wait.

Pam watched too; her own excitement high, though not as high as Lisa’s. Just the sight of his beautiful bottom rising was glorious enough.

Paul had a hand over his penis as soon as he could manage it, preventing his mother or Lisa from seeing anything and then as soon as he could he had two hands covering his groin. Standing straight was difficult. He was assaulted by a burning pain right across his bottom, and that one stroke across his legs complained almost as much. He kept his head down, not knowing which way to turn, so he faced away from both of them, sideway on. His long blonde hair flopped over his forehead, allowing his eyes a little hiding cover.

Lisa exhaled slowly feeling another flush of excitement between her legs. It felt wonderful to have Paul’s weight off her now, and her legs felt so warm. She had to stand up and smooth her dress down. She billowed it for a moment to cool herself, and then she sat down again.

“Not like that Paul” she said “You were told, no covering up, we’re supposed to be seeing your willy, balls and pubes, remember. Now get your hands out of the way.”

Paul blanched, turned red again. He shook his head in misery, his hair swinging from side to side. Lisa leaned forward slightly, and for the first time she became aware of her newly developing breasts; they felt very sensitive; her nubile young nipples were hard and sensitive. She smacked a hand across the back of Paul’s right thigh.

“You’re being naughty, Paul, and I am going to punish you in a minute if you don’t do as you’re told. What I want you to do is clasp your hands together, as if in prayer, put your arms up your chest and rest your fingertips under your chin so that they keep your head held up.”

Paul shuffled his feet and whimpered. He sobbed and pushed his head up. Was there any escape!?

He very slowly pulled his hands from his groin, crying again at the shame of it, and he brought is palms together raising his hands upwards. He stuck his fingers under his chin.

Pam noticeably inhaled and a gasp escaped from her mouth as she saw what her fifteen year old son looked like naked for the first time in many years!

Lisa however exerted the most magnificent self control. She did not look at his willy as her mother had, she kept her eyes locked to Paul’s face. She knew her brothers most private parts were there, exposed, and she only needed to drop her eyes a fraction and she would see them! There was a slight blur, below her vision, telling her it was there, but her brain couldn’t resolve it into any detail. She felt like she was about to orgasm as she held this perfect moment off.

“That’s a good start, Paul, but I want your elbows touching each other. Quickly!” said Lisa, the first edge of genuine impatience to her voice.

Paul moaned miserably, almost unable to cope with the humiliation. He pushed his elbows in, but it caused a strain at the top of his back; it hurt to hold his arms like this. His elbows pressed against the top of his bare tummy, a few inches above his tummy button.

Lisa still didn’t look. She wanted to put a hand down inside her knickers and stroke herself. She wanted to time her orgasm with her seeing his willy for the first time, but she was far too shy to do that in front of Paul and her mother. She forced her eyes to remain on Paul’s red face and she took in the terrible embarrassment and humiliation written all over it, the quivering lips, the flaring nostrils. She became momentarily obsessed with the shape of his ear and then the way his hair hung down over his eyes at the front. She thought the whole thing looked beautiful.

“That’s how I want you, Paul, always” said Lisa, breathlessly “When I tell you to stand, whenever you have no pants or underpants on, whether naked or just with your trousers down. That’s exactly how I want you. If you fail to adopt this position I will take it as disobedience and you will be punished. Is that clear?”

Paul shuddered and nodded.

“Speak to me, Paul. Is that clear?” repeated Lisa.

“Yes” he said, in a heavy sob of shame.

“Repeat it to me so that I know you have understood” said Lisa, almost at the point of orgasming now. She locked her eyes, tightly. She couldn’t look, not just yet. She needed to hold off just a little bit longer; just a little bit more anticipation - it was deliciously blissful.

“I... I’ve got to stand like this...always... when... when my trousers and underpants are down or I am naked” said Paul.

“Good” said Lisa “That’s a fair summary. Don’t forget Paul. If you do forget - there will be no excuses, there will be no negotiations. My word is law.”

Lisa still had not dropped her eyes, but she decided the time had come. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lowered them behind her eyelids. When she opened them they were focussed right on her brothers naked exposed groin. It was a view in profile and Lisa took it in while holding her breath. She now saw exactly what her mother had seen a short while ago, only from the opposite side.

End Part 2

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