Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 4

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 4
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 4
An Archbishops College Series Story

Lisa was on her bed, lying face down with her head pointed to the end. She tapped away at her laptop, still trying to get Paul and Adam’s affairs in order. Her bedroom door was open and she flicked her eyes up occasionally to make sure there was no movement from the boys’ rooms. Sarah lay on the bed next to her, on her back and resting against the pillows piled up against the headboard. She stroked a large black and white cuddly panda as she tried to control the sexual arousal that all the naked bodies she had seen today had built within her. She was fighting a loosing battle and after a long silence Sarah eventually asked, “Lisa … do you ever... pleasure yourself?”.

Lisa frowned and looked around at Sarah “I have a strawberry yoghurt sometimes” said Lisa.

Sarah wasn’t sure if Lisa was being obtuse or whether this was code for some bizarre masturbatory practice she had never heard of “What’s, what’s that?” she asked.

“It’s yoghurt” said Lisa “But strawberry flavoured.”

Sarah blushed slightly. She was being obtuse. She fidgeted slightly, not sure what to say. Lisa turned back to her laptop, wondering why Sarah was wanting to talk so sexually!

“I meant… you know!” said Sarah.

Of course she knew. She just didn’t really want to discuss it with Sarah. She rocked slightly from side to side, pushing her pelvis down into the bed and provoking a sublime tickle of excitement. She closed her eyes and pictured Paul, red faced and hard bald willy. The temptation to drag him in here and get him naked in front of Sarah; to play with him and get him all excited - was enormous. She didn’t quite understand why, but the thought of making him wank in front of her and Sarah was hugely thrilling. She clamped a heavy control down on herself. She was not, repeat not, going to do that. If he did something to deserve it – fine, but otherwise... She tried to focus on her laptop screen, but it was swimming blurrily at the moment.

She sighed. Or she could just slide a hand down between her legs. She wondered why she’d never done that before. Other girls did it, she knew, but being the daughter of the local vicar she had not. On the other hand, so to speak, she had never really felt the desire to before. Not like today.

“What about you?” she asked Sarah.

“I don’t really like strawberries” said Sarah, watching Lisa’s bottom wiggling strangely on the bed.

Lisa decided to ignore Sarah and concentrate on her work. She forced the screen into focus, lifting her legs at the knees and tapping away again at the keyboard. Sarah sighed. She couldn’t raise the courage to try to start a conversation about masturbation again. She stroked the panda, wishing she could stroke something else instead. Lisa’s bottom settled and became still and Sarah stared at it; finding the sight of this curved and pronounced feminine rump really rather attractive.

She looked up and smiled when she saw Paul standing at the door to Lisa’s room, looking very scared. He looked so handsome. He had no trainers on now, just white socks peeking out at the bottom on his jeans. She followed the line of his crooked leg up to his groin and his t-shirt. She followed further up his tummy and chest to his fearful, slightly red, face. His head was tilted forward slightly; his hair almost down over his eyes. She flushed with excitement and desire; wondering what it would be like to get her hands on his body; what it would feel like to lie naked and have him have his hands on her. She licked her lips and watched him wave a rather tentative fist, knocking gently on the frame of Lisa’s door.

Lisa looked up, saw her brother and offered him a sympathetic smile.

“Uh… Lisa, I need… help” he said.

“Alright, I’ll be in to see you in a minute” said Lisa.

“You could help him here” said Sarah, before she’d had time to think about what she was saying.

Paul was already gone. He did not want to be in Lisa’s room where Sarah was, just in case…

Lisa finished what she was doing and clambered up from the bed “Won’t be long” she said and headed out towards Paul’s room.

Sarah sighed and felt abandoned. She wanted to see what was going to happen to Paul; wondered if and when she was going to see him… naked. She looked down at Lisa’s laptop and shuffled forward, examining Lisa’s complex notes, schedules, penalties. It looked very organised and detailed. It also looked thrilling. She looked up at the door guiltily before scrolling down the page slightly.

Paul was sat at his desk looking scared and watching the door.

Lisa came in smiling at him “What’s the problem?”

Paul didn’t know quite how to confess “Algebra… these equations… I know I should know this, Lisa” he said, almost crying again in fear “But… I don’t, and... I can’t do them.”

“Alright” said Lisa, heading over and squatting down beside him “Let’s have a look.” She quickly scanned the page and the rested an arm across his thighs “Where’s the difficulty.”

“Um…” said Paul, peering down at the page “I just… don’t know how to do it” he said, sounding feeble.

Lisa sighed “Okay, we’ll start from the beginning then. We’ve got an equation with three unknowns in, x, y, and z. And we have to figure out what z is.”

“How?” asked Paul.

“Well, first we have to figure out what x and y are, which is where these other equations come in” said Lisa “Look… say we went to the shop and bought a can of coke, a packet of crisps and a Mars bar, and when we got back mum wanted to know how much the Mars bar was.”

Paul tensed at the mention of going to the shop to get coke. Lisa smiled at him and patted his leg “We’re not going to the shop – it’s just an example. So, say we know it cost £1.60 in total. We could figure out how much the Mars bar was if we knew how much the coke and crisps were, couldn’t we?”

Paul nodded “Yes.”

“So if the coke was 75p and the crisps were 35p, how much would the Mars bar be?” asked Lisa.

“50p” said Paul.

“Exactly” said Lisa “This is exactly the same, except instead of having definite numbers we have letters like x and y. So that would be like not knowing how much the coke and crisps were exactly, but we did know that the Coke cost one and a half times what the Mars bar cost. We can’t say exactly what that is, but we do know how they relate to each other. So, down here in this equation…”

Sarah took another guilty look up at the door as she skipped quickly down Lisa’s email. There was a whole load of messages from BigFan1, whoever that was, and some of these were pretty explicit. Sarah wondered who on earth BigFan1 could be. Did Lisa have a boyfriend she didn’t know about? It had to be someone local because they were begging for a clandestine meeting at the Rec, a meeting where they could ‘consummate their relationship in the only way possible’. As far as Sarah could tell, Lisa had not responded to any of the emails. She sighed. What was going on?

She sighed, took a quick look at the door and searched for pictures; just on the off-chance Lisa had taken any candid snaps of Paul. She bit her lip and she started to look through all sots of directories where pictures might be stored.

“But, what exactly is a function?” asked Paul, looking confused.

Lisa sighed and stared at the picture of Ronaldo on Paul’s wall. Another point of contention. Paul supported Manchester United and Adam supported Chelsea. Dad supported Spurs for some reason and she and mum supported a complete ban on football arguments.

“Think of a function as a black box” said Lisa “Or better still, as a kind of machine. You feed a number in one side. Turn the handle, and a number pops out on the other side.”

“What number?” asked Paul.

“Depends on the function, each machine is different, like one makes sausages and one makes pasta and another makes bread. So, let’s take an example. X=Y2 In this case if you feed a 1 in you get a 1 out, feed a 2 in you get a 4 out, feed a 3 in you get a 9 out. See? The function, or machine, turns the one number into another, in this case by squaring it, but the function might do something else, like in the case of y=x3 + 2, where feeling 1, 2, 3 in sequence would give you…”

“3, 10 and 29” said Paul.

“Exactly, well done!” said Lisa, smiling at him and patting his leg “You get functions in computer programming and in Excel and all sorts of places, but they’re all the same idea. Put something in, perform some operation on it, and get something different out at the other end.”

Paul shook his head, growing in confidence “Actually, I think you’re wrong.”

Lisa frowned and looked at Paul slightly dubiously “Wrong?”

“No, I mean… you said you put a number in and get a different number out, but you don’t always get a different number out, do you? Like with x squared, put 1 in - get 1 out” said Paul.

Lisa smiled and nodded “You’re right.” She stood up, put her arm around Paul’s shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek “Think you can manage the rest now?”

Paul nodded “Yeh, I think I can” he said, sounding surprised “Thanks, Lisa”

Lisa winked at him and headed out with a happy smile.

She was surprised when she came out into the hallway and saw Sarah at her laptop staring intently at it.

Sarah was having no luck finding any pictures that were remotely interesting and she frowned. What else could she find? She looked up quickly and then saw Lisa heading back to the bedroom. Her heart jumped into her mouth and her face turned red. She jumped back from the laptop trying to hide the fact that she had touched it, but she looked as guilty as sin.

“What have you been doing?” asked Lisa.

“Nothing” said Sarah, shaking her head “I was just looking at... the layout, you... you’ve done a really good job. I wish I could do that in Excel.”

“I could show you” said Lisa “It isn’t that difficult.” She grabbed her laptop turning it to her as she sat on the bed again.

Sarah was in the process of sighing in relief when she looked down and saw all the windows she had left open on Lisa’s desktop. Her stomach lurched. “Let me!” she said, leaping forward to try to grab the laptop back.

“Sarah!?” said Lisa, seeing her screen at last. She pulled the laptop out of Sarah’s reach and studied it “What have you been doing? Have you been... You’ve been looking at my email! What are these... What have you been looking for!?” She sounded shocked.

“No, I was... I was just looking” said Sarah, feeling ashamed of herself. Her face was red and she gave up any attempt to cover up now “I was just bored and being a bit... nosy.”

Lisa frowned at her in shock “You’ve been reading my email!”

“No, not reading” said Sarah “I just glanced at it that’s all.”

“That is totally unacceptable behaviour from anyone let alone my best friend. I have been given the power by mom to discipline Paul and Adam under the new return to traditional values, but unfortunately I don’t have the authority to punish you, but I want you to know that if I could, I would give you a spanking for this horrendous breach of trust, your spying deserves to be punished!” said Lisa.

Sarah felt so ashamed and stared at Lisa, mouth dropping open. Then an idea started to form and balloon in her mind. The idea formed and ballooned in her mind. There was something terribly erotic in the suggestion of a spanking!? The idea was wild, terrifying, incredible. Would she? Could she? If she went along with this wild suggestion, could it possibly be the means to opening up a desired closer relationship with Lisa? Sarah felt a flush of excitement between her legs and she closed her eyes briefly; her face turning even redder. It would be so embarrassing, but... God it felt like it would be so exciting as well. After seeing so many spankings today, to get one... She licked her lips and could hardly breathe. She didn’t want a hard one, not something painful, not like she had seen earlier or... like Paul was supposed to have got … but letting Lisa gently spank her … perhaps it was worth it!

“Okay, I deserve it!” Sarah said almost inaudibly.

What? Had she heard right? Lisa had to repeat what her best friend had just said in her mind, several times. She had not expected Sarah to respond that way. She had been about to tell her best friend to leave and go home, for such a break of trust. Lisa’s first reaction was to tell Sarah not to be so stupid; to refuse point blank to spank her. After all she didn’t have the authority to do it. Her spanking suggestion was just an expression of annoyance and immense disapproval. Was Sarah actually saying that a spanking was what she wanted as punishment for her spying? She looked Sarah up and down. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt about that, and she had often wondered what she looked like naked! Sarah had shown signs that her puberty had kicked in when she was still eleven years old. Lisa began wondering what it would be like to spank a girl. She now had some experience of boys, but not girls, and she hadn’t imagined she would ever get that opportunity. Did she want to? Did Sarah want her to?

Was this a request for proper punishment or just some kind of kinky girly sex play? Lisa was unsure about practically everything. One thing she was not unsure about was the pleasure she had got from telling Paul and Adam what to do; issuing instructions and having them obeyed. That had had nothing to do with them being boys.

“Yes you do deserve this, so please, take off your dress” said Lisa, in a shaky voice, feeling her cheeks flush.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open even further “Dress!, Oh no Lisa, no I couldn’t take my dress off!”

Lisa felt a tremendous excitement fill her as she had issued those words and she forced a frown on her face; forced herself to look stern “Do as you are told girl, do you want me to take the rod to you, or do you want me to use my hand?”

Sarah looked shocked; hand obviously! Hand! Hand! Hand! This was already going much farther than she had planned, nevertheless she started to unzip her dress at the back, her eyes dropping to Lisa’s lap and Lisa’s bare legs crossed under her. She hesitated for a long second or two before pulling her dress off and she felt nervous and vulnerable in just her bra and knickers.

Lisa’s mouth was completely dry as she stared at her nervous and scared looking friend. In for a penny in for a pound, she thought “And the rest. Bra and knickers off!” she said, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“No … No … Oh not naked … I didn’t mean a naked spanking, besides … “, Sarah’s brow furrowed and she glanced over at the open door “The door ... please close the door then, so no one will see!” she said.

Lisa got up off the bed, moved her laptop to her desk, and then moved her papers too. Sarah watched her, wondering what on earth she was doing getting undressed like this, accepting a naked spanking. She hunched and huddled, covering herself; not intending to remove her underwear at all or at least until Lisa had closed that door so Paul or Adam could not see her.

Lisa instead of going to the door, picked up the rod and advanced on Sarah. She was as nervous as she could remember being, but she spoke firmly all the same “I said - bra and knickers off, Sarah.”

Sarah stared at the rod. She wasn’t going to use that was she? She didn’t want that! It would hurt - a lot.

“No, but... the door Lisa! What if Paul or Adam... close the door please, Okay, I will agree to get totally naked as long as the door is closed!” she said, sounding terrified.

“You’ve earned this spanking, Sarah Collins. Under the return to traditional values you are not afforded any modesty, so are you going to do as you’re told, or shall I drag you to Paul’s room to give it to you there?” Lisa almost orgasmed as she spoke these words; she felt so incredibly excited and powerful!

Sarah stared at Lisa in disbelief. What had she got herself into? She stared at the open door again, her heart beating a thousand times a minute. She felt her own excitement rise almost orgasmically. She had never been in a situation like this in her life. She’d had spankings, but not many, and not recently, and never from a friend.

The door was still open. Paul and Adam might hear or... might come and see. She’d be... naked. Regardless of wether the boys saw her or not, Lisa would definitely see what she looked like naked for the very first time, but deep down wasn’t that what she had really desired? Sarah gulped and her face burned with embarrassment. Below, between her legs, she flushed with excitement. Lisa was standing over her now; intimidating her. What should she do? What could she do!?

There was something overtly and powerfully exciting about this and there was absolutely no doubt it was sexual. Lisa didn’t think she had ever looked at a girl in this way before? Lisa stared at Sarah, cowering on her bed in just her underwear, trying to cover herself up. She was as conscious as Sarah of her bedroom door being open and that acted to amplify the excitement somehow. The fact that her mother or the boys might hear, might come and see; that what they were doing was not within her authority or Sarah’s and they might be caught. She felt her excitement bloom into something intense and magnificent and forceful. She was now totally determined that she was going to try and get her best friend naked and spank her; with her bedroom door wide open. She was aware that Sarah might, and probably would, lose her nerve, dress and run away, and the chance would be lost and that this might even end their friendship. But that couldn’t be helped. Lisa felt she had to push it all the way and see what happened. This was so naughty, so sexually arousing that she couldn’t help herself.

Sarah trembled with fear and humiliation but her excitement was almost unbearable. She remembered the spankings of Dylan and Lloyd and Trevor and especially of Helen. She remembered Adam, just a short while ago; of staring at Paul and hoping... Might he see her? Might the tables be turned? The door was open! Might he see her naked and being spanked!? Might Adam!?

Her heart was thundering like the pistons of a steam train at full speed. All that excitement of earlier in the day flooded her at once; filled her; sank her; dribbled from her.

“Sarah! I want that underwear off, and I want it off now!” said Lisa, sounding scarily strict and uncompromising.

Sarah wailed, her eyes locked to the door. She slowly and reluctantly unclasped her bra and slid it off. She looked at Lisa ever so nervously, keeping her breasts covered, and then one handed she pushed her knickers down until they fell from her. She whimpered; hands covering her nakedness; she was sopping.

Lisa swallowed her smile and sat herself on the bed. She made sure that she was sat at the end of the bed where she could see the door and the hallway clearly. She patted her lap. Sarah would go over it, her body visible in profile to the hallway. If Paul or Adam even looked out of their bedroom doors they would see Sarah, totally naked over her lap getting her bare bottom smacked.

Sarah had second thoughts; third thoughts; fourth thoughts. She shook her head “No. Round this side” she said weakly, wanting to be more hidden; less visible.

“Get over my lap, right now!” said Lisa, and she picked up the rod “If I use this, half the neighbourhood will come to see what all the noise is about!”

Sarah shuffled backwards away from Lisa and then she stood herself slowly at the opposite end of the bed; still desperately covering her nudity with her hands and arms. Her face was bright red and her eyes gleamed with shame and excitement.

“Am I going to have to call on Paul and Adam to help me?” asked Lisa, her excitement reaching a crescendo.

Sarah’s face burst into renewed shock. She shook her head “No! No Lisa, please don’t do that!” she whispered hoarsely. She moved; small but rapid steps, almost tiptoeing around the bed like a ballerina. She took a terrified look down the hallway and then with a whimper she lowered herself over Lisa’s lap, not uncovering herself until she was sure her privates were out of sight.

Lisa lifted her own dress as Sarah bent, ensuring the girl would meet her bare thighs. Lisa took the weight with ease, surprised at the wetness she could fell from Sarah’s groin. She gulped and closed her eyes as the heat of her friend warmed her.

Sarah gulped and closed her eyes. It was so unfamiliar, so weird: Lisa’s warm thighs below her naked tummy and groin; her head hanging downward, surrounded by tumbled hair; her legs sticking out and back; feeling vulnerable. She was intensely aware of the possibility of discovery, exposure, greater humiliation at any moment. She felt Lisa’s hand come down to the small of her back; another hand stroked at her bottom and the backs of her legs. She moaned!

Lisa held Sarah carefully; pressing her back with gentle force to remind the girl to stay where she had been put. Her other hand touched Sarah’s soft and flawless bottom and then she stroked at it; thrilling at the feel of it. She swept to the backs of Sarah’s thighs. What was it!? What was it that made this so exciting!?

Lisa and Sarah gushed with the force and the regularity of twin geysers, and Lisa started to smack her friend’s bottom. She started slowly, gently, just enjoying the feel of it, but her rhythm became harder, faster, until she was speeding like a Ferrari designed windmill. If she had been driving she would have lost her licence.

Sarah sighed and melted into it at first, but as the force and the speed picked up she started to feel discomfort and then pain. Her face turned sorry and then upset and tears came to her eyes. She started to cry and it wasn’t long before she started to wail softly. Eventually her hands came to her bottom to protect it. She really wasn’t used to being spanked at all “No, stop! It hurts, stop!”

Lisa gave Sarah one sharp smack to the back of her thigh “Hands!” she said “Out of the way!”

“Ow!” yelled Sarah, in great distress “No, that’s enough! That’s too hard, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to control her excitement. Her voice took on a different, huskier tone and she slid her hand between Sarah’s legs and felt the dripping wet pubic hairs that fringed Sarah’s labia!

Sarah gasped and shrieked as she felt Lisa’s finger touching her sex from behind. No one else had ever touched her there. She felt a tremendous wave of excitement batter at her with the unpredictability of an unsecured window in a storm.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Sarah” said Lisa, her chest heaving in and out “You’ve been very, very naughty, and you need to be punished for it.” She stroked at Sarah’s labia, hardly knowing what she was doing. The girl was soaking and hot, and Lisa licked her lips, knowing that she must be in exactly the same condition herself. A finger slid inside Sarah by accident and Sarah yowled in excitement. Lisa frowned and experimented a little, stroking her finger in and out.

“No, don’t! Oh please don’t do that! I’m... I’m... I’m going to come!” whimpered Sarah, in desperation. Please stop, don’t make me come in front of you … please!’

Lisa stopped. She lifted her hand to her nose and sniffed tentatively. Her mind swam drunkenly at the aroma. She sighed and was lost for what to do next “Hands!” she said weakly “Out of the way!”

Sarah’s hands crawled away slowly and Lisa looked down at her friend’s bottom, trying to control her breathing. She smacked it again, just once, but heavily. She wanted something different now, but she wasn’t sure what.

Suddenly her head shot up and she locked eyes with Paul, who stood at her bedroom door. “Paul!” she yelled.

Sarah shrieked in shock and humiliation and her hands flew back to cover her bottom again “Make him go away! Make him go away!” she yelled. She was lost in a stormy sea of lust and fear and the thrilling excitement dashed her against the rocks of humiliation.

Paul literally jumped two feet in the air. He had heard the odd noises; what had sounded like smacking; what had sounded like Sarah in distress. How could he have resisted? He had peeked out of his door, seen Sarah naked over his sister’s lap; a glimpse of a breast from the side. His mouth had dropped open, his penis had lurched in lust and he just had to creep forward to get a better view. He hadn’t even considered the consequences. He had been drawn, compelled by the sight of this beautiful thirteen year old girl. What else could he have done?

“Why are you out of your room!” asked Lisa, sounding cross “What has this to do with your homework? Why are you spying on us!?”

“No, make him go!” yelled Sarah, humiliated beyond belief. She was trapped. She couldn’t get up without exposing herself more humiliatingly still, but just lying here like this was appalling. She was totally naked, helpless; defenceless - her hands spread to cover as much of her bottom as she possibly could; grateful only that her rear end was pointed away from him.

Lisa glared at Paul and without conscious thought her hand slid down to Sarah’s pussy again and stroked softly at her. Sarah gasped and wailed “No! No! Lisa! No … Paul’s here! No! No! … Oh No! No! No!

Paul had one chance to save himself; just one. If he had said he’d had a problem and had come for help he would have been spared. His one legitimate excuse would have been accepted by Lisa and he could have been sent to his room to await her assistance. But his brain was numb with shock and lust and guilt, and those things condemned him. He had no answer. His face turned bright red, the front of his trousers tented, and his tongue was incapable of forming any meaningful or intelligible sounds.

“Here!” said Lisa, pointing to the floor in front of Sarah “Now!”

Paul jumped and wailed “No, no, Lisa!” said Paul, his face falling and his lust being replaced with terror. “No, please! Please!”

“Do you want me to change my mind, Paul, and use the rod instead of my hand?” said Lisa, glaring at him fiercely.

Paul yelped in fear and he dashed to the assigned spot; hands covering the front of his jeans.

Lisa looked down at the trembling girl over her lap. She felt a sudden and powerful surge of excitement. How far could she go? How far would Sarah let her push her?

“And the same goes for you, Sarah Collins!” said Lisa “You will do as you’re told or I will be using the rod on your bare bottom!”

Sarah yelped. Lisa’s hand had hurt enough as it was. That flexible plastic rod looked lethal. She couldn’t even imagine the agonies it would inspire in her.

“Stand up” said Lisa “And...” she realised there was a weakness in her method. If she had the girl put her hands together the way she did with Paul and Adam, she would be covering her breasts. She needed a rethink on that one; she had never expected to be dealing with a girl “I want your arms straight out from your sides.”

Sarah’s face screwed up and her body trembled. Do what!? Lisa wanted her to expose her entire naked body to Paul!? She couldn’t! It was one thing to play around with Lisa in this way, but with Paul here!?”

Lisa reached behind her; picked up the rod. She took a moment to prepare herself and then she smacked it down across the middle of Sarah’s thighs.

Sarah shrieked and leapt in the air - straight off Lisa’s lap; her hands coming to her thighs to put out the fire. Lisa put the rod down, trying to keep herself calm. Clearly Sarah had been so shocked by the sharp stinging smack that she had not yet realised she was totally exposed!

It was a toss up between Lisa and Paul over who was staring at the naked thirteen year old girl most avidly. Sarah had commenced the journey through puberty more than two years ago, so she had a very mature looking body. Both Lisa and Paul took in her thin waist, flaring hips, and firm, generous breasts, jutting out from her chest, with dark spreading aureoles topped by dark pink nipples, which were erect from sexual arousal. Sarah had obviously never trimmed her pubic hair as its luxurious thickness hid most of the detail of her groin. What it did not hide was the glistening wetness of it and the way her labia were open and inflamed at the very bottom.

Paul jumped and yelped as the shock of Lisa’s hand smacking heavily across the side of his thigh broke his reverie.

“Stop looking at Sarah and look at me!” said Lisa, dragging her eyes from her friend for the moment.

Lisa’s words burrowed into Sarah’s brain like a woodpecker, and she suddenly realised what she was doing; the position she was in. She shrieked and covered herself with her hands again, her face turning crimson.

Lisa made sure that Paul had taken his eyes off Sarah and she picked up the rod again “I don’t know which of you I am going to be smacking with this first!” she said, sounding exasperated “Paul, get all your clothes off, now! Sarah, stand straight, arms out to the sides, quickly!”

“Lisa, no, please, not with Sarah...” Paul began to wail, looking petrified.

“I can’t!” Sarah whimpered “Not with Paul...”

“Right!” said Lisa jumping straight up to her feet and lifting the rod. She felt such a tremendous flood of excitement she feared she was having an orgasm. She closed her eyes to control herself; to prevent herself fainting flat out backwards onto the bed.

Sarah shrieked at the sudden aggressive movement and her hands flew about to her sides, pulling herself up to her full shameful height.

Paul squawked and his face looked like it might turn itself inside out as it disappeared inside his lifted t-shirt.

Lisa let her breath out in one long controlled stream. She looked at Sarah and then at Paul. They were obeying her. One barked command; one wave of her rod - and they were doing something utterly humiliating, that they would not otherwise have done in a million years. She felt like a goddess; she felt immense; she felt like she needed to sit down and have a nice cup of tea. She didn’t do those things, though. Paul was stripping off his t-shirt, dropping to remove his socks; she ignored him and advanced on Sarah, narrowing her eyes threateningly. She looked down at Sarah’s pussy thoughtfully.

“Too much pubic hair!” Lisa said “Under traditional values, It needs to be shaved off, so you look bald and more like the little girl that you behave like!”

Sarah’s face fell and she started to cry. How utterly humiliating. How could her best friend say that!? And in front of Paul!

Lisa reached her hand down. She felt like she could do anything at the moment; like there was nothing in the world she could not get away with. She stroked her fingers through the thick pubic hair and onwards between Sarah’s hot wet labia and as Sarah gasped in shock, she found that firm and inflated knob of flesh at the top. Sarah shrieked and turned lobster coloured “You will stay right there, with yours arms out, just as they are, until I say otherwise” said Lisa, looking Sarah in the eye now “Otherwise, you naughty, naughty girl, I am going to have to think up a much more creative punishment for you” and then she added “On top of using this!” She held up the rod.

Sarah gulped and dropped her head in shame. This wasn’t what she’d planned! This wasn’t what she had wanted! Was it? Her excitement soared and she felt her knees go weak.

Lisa turned to Paul who was playing with the top of his trousers, bent forward slightly and trying to hide the fact he had an erection. Lisa sat and summoned Paul to her with a crooked finger. He stumbled forward, his fear outweighing his shame. Lisa batted his hands away and unzipped him. She drew his trousers down, leaving his underpants in place. She dropped his trousers to his ankles and left them there as her hands rose again.

As if she wasn’t already excited enough! Sarah’s eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as she saw Lisa’s hand come to the waistband of Paul’s boxers. She suddenly realised that for the first time ever, she was going to see Paul naked!

Paul wailed as Lisa drew his underpants down to join his trousers at his ankles. His erection sprang outwards and he was thoroughly ashamed to have his most private secrets exposed to his sister like this again, and worse still by far, to Sarah.

"What! … No way … Ohhh … Wow … Paul, … you're still a baldy! Awwww … that’s so cute!” said Sarah as she burst out laughing, such was her shock and amazement at how undeveloped Paul actually was!

Sarah’s shock, amazement and laughter didn’t stop her from staring intently at Paul, taking in all the previously hidden details of his naked body. She had immediately seen that his pubis was not shaved and that he actually still had no pubic hair at fifteen years of age! What was revealed to her now that Paul was totally naked in front of her, was something totally different from the mature Adonis like body she had expected to see. Gone was the super cool and stylish dressing young man that she had always admired when clothed. Naked Paul was closer to being a little boy than a young man. However despite his lack of development, his body was still attractive in a boyish sort of way, but his manly stature and status was now very much diminished in Sarah’s eyes.

Sarah especially took in the sight of Paul’s throbbing erection, it was nowhere as long or as thick as she had expected, which added to the impression that he was very much still a boy not a young man as she had long imagined. Despite Paul’s lack of size and development, his penis was as beautiful as she had imagined and this caused her breathing speed up and her heart to pump dangerously fast.

“Well Lisa, your brothers proof positive of what they told us in sex ed, that usually, girls mature faster than boys!” commented Sarah.

“Yes, and as they also told us, everyone grows at his or her own pace” Lisa replied, blushing slightly at Sarah’s comment and subtly excusing the secret of her own late development. “Paul will get his pubic hair and genital growth eventually, it is just taking him a little longer than most other boys his age, it seems!”

As Lisa stared at her brothers erection, a clear drop of fluid leaking from the end. She frowned at it and then looked up at his face “Is your willy always this dirty?” she asked.

Paul whimpered and shook his head then nodded then shook his head again “I... I don’t know” he said, fearing it was going to get a lot dirtier still.

Lisa reached for her brothers’ erection and she took it gently, keeping her hand away from the sticky wet end. She drew him round her and down over her lap; his bottom facing Sarah. She made sure that his hard-on was resting snugly over her lap, and when he was settled she started to smack his sore bottom again.

“And I thought you were doing so well” said Lisa, sounding disappointed “You were doing as you were told, working hard, and then this!” She continued to smack him hard and Paul was already wailing at the reinforcement of pain over the top of the beating he’d already had.

“I hope, Paul, that you are going to learn!” said Lisa.

“Yes, yes, I will!” said Paul, crying despite the shame of it.

“I hope that by the time I have finished smacking your bottom again you will have decided to do as you’re told!” said Lisa.

“I have already, I have!” wailed Paul.

“And when I issue instructions to you, no matter what they are, you will obey them without hesitation!” said Lisa, enjoying the feel of his willy on her thigh, despite the fact it was deflating again.

“Yes, I will!” said Paul “I will, I will, I will!”

Lisa hoped so. She hoped so very much. She was torn right now between being responsible and sensible and dismissing him after his spanking, and having fun with Paul and Sarah; fun … sexual fun that would need them both to be very obedient. She wanted to be good, but her excitement was so huge now that she doubted she had any will or self-discipline left. How could she cope with this? She was only human!

Sarah stared in fascination at Paul’s bare red bottom as it wiggled painfully over Lisa’s lap. Paul wailed and cried at the pain and humiliation which made Sarah smirk. Paul was certainly not the man she had thought he was. Lisa enjoyed the feel of her brother; his now limp willy on her thigh; his bottom under her hand; and the soft warm weight of him over her thighs. She moaned a little as she smacked on and on.

Lisa smacked and smacked, enjoying the feel of Paul’s bottom under her hand, but she stopped when her hand stung too much to continue. It hadn’t taken that long. She could sense, that on top of the spankings he’d already had, Paul was on the verge of real tears. She hadn’t wanted to reduce Paul to that in front of Sarah; not this time, at least.

Sarah had watched in wide eyed, open mouthed fascination as Lisa’s hand had smacked down onto Paul’s incredibly attractive bottom. She absolutely loved the way that Paul squirmed and writhed over his sister’s lap, and she caught sight of his smooth tight scrotum at the back on numerous occasions. Her own excitement, despite being naked herself, with her arms held out from her body, was epic and she felt humiliatingly soaked with her own juices. Her arms felt heavy, tired, and she wanted to drop them, but her fear of Lisa’s punishment threat kept them held trembling outwards.

Paul couldn’t help his cries and his wriggling. He couldn’t help his small attempts to escape, but he was determined not to start bawling, despite the tears already rolling down his cheeks.

“Paul, on your feet! You know what to do with your hands” said Lisa.

Paul did not want to comply with Lisa’s instructions. Not with Sarah watching. He did not want this younger girl seeing his bald willy again; seeing him crying. It would be utterly crushing. But he had no choice. If he disobeyed it would be worse. He would still be forced to humiliate himself in the same way only he’d probably be bawling by then after the spacer had whipped his thighs to an agonising burning redness.

He dragged himself to his feet, keeping himself turned away from Sarah. He feared he was going to have to expose himself anyway, but it felt that the longer he could avoid this, the better.

Lisa and Sarah both watched him like a hawk. Lisa concentrating on his face; Sarah trying to get a look at his willy.

“I want you stood beside Sarah” said Lisa “There!” She pointed to Sarah’s right hand side; the side furthest from the bed.

Paul groaned. The awful moment was approaching. He backed up towards Sarah, refusing to turn, until he was in the place that Lisa had assigned. Sarah turned her head, leaned forward to see. Paul had his hands in front of him and was even now quivering with the inability to raise them.

Lisa picked up the rod and glared at her brother. His hands shot upwards until they clasped together in prayer under his chin. His elbows squeezed themselves together. Sarah’s mouth dropped down even further as she at last got a sight of his bald limp little willy hanging down between his legs. His total lack of any pubic hair at his age was still an amazement to her but what she saw was beautiful, despite its juvenile appearance, she thought and she felt another warm gush of excitement and her legs and knees started trembling.

Paul, for his part, forced himself not to look at Sarah. He could sense her staring at him, and his face burned red, drying his tears rapidly, but he did not want a hard-on; not under any circumstances.

Lisa stared at both of them pleased that Paul was doing as he had been told. She pursed her lips, and controlled herself as her own excitement mounted. She had just decided to do something really, naughty, and she nearly orgasmed at the prospect of it.

“Sarah! Did I give you permission to stare at my brother’s bald little willy!?” she barked “Are you asking for another spanking!?”

Sarah gulped and her head shot back. She stood straight and stared at the wall opposite her. She did not want that rod across her bum; that was for sure.

Lisa stood up and faced the two of them. No, she needed to put it off a little while. Partly due to time and her need to be responsible and partly in order to savour it; to think it through, enjoying the near orgasmic excitement of it, and besides, she might think up refinements, improvements, while putting it off a little.

“I want you both to stay right there!” she said, her voice shaking just slightly “I don’t want a movement. I don’t want a sound. I don’t want either of you looking at the other. Woe betide you if you disobey me even a tiny little bit.” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as the rush of excitement at this announcement made her feel light headed “I will be back, very shortly.”

She turned quickly and marched out of the room before her will crumbled. She had to do her job first and foremost. Everything else had to come second. She marched straight to Adam’s room and headed in. Adam was sat scribbling at his desk, headphones on, head bouncing back and forth to some beat. His head came round quickly when he spotted Lisa’s entry out of the corner of his eye. He pushed his headphones off his ears “Nearly... nearly done!” he said, quickly.

“You should have been done...” Lisa looked at her watch “Ten minutes ago.”

“Yeh, but... these... these last ones... they’re hard” said Adam, looking worried.

“You need to be getting ready for bed” said Lisa “Get yourself undressed and hop in the shower. I’ll check what you’ve done while you’re showering.”

“I... I haven’t checked it yet, so... so it might not all be right” said Adam, nervously.

“I’ll let you know, now come on, it’s getting late” said Lisa.

Adam got up out of his chair and headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” asked Lisa.

“Bathroom, you said shower” said Adam.

“I said get undressed then go for a shower” said Lisa.

“Yeh but, my clothes are only going straight in the laundry basket, so...” said Adam, blushing.

Lisa nodded “Fair enough, good point but tomorrow I will supervising your shower. Under the rules of traditional values you should keep your pubes shaved until you are sixteen, so tomorrow I will shave them off for you. After that it will be your responsibility to keep them shaved smooth! I don’t want to ever see even the first hint of stubble, we can’t have you looking more mature than Paul can we! ” she said with a smirk, “Off you go then, and be quick!”

Adam heaved a sigh of relief and dashed to the bathroom, he had seen his sisters smirk, when commenting about Paul’s lack of development. He had been so proud earlier when he realised for the first time that he was more mature than his three year older brother. However come tomorrow, he would look as bald as Paul! He was sure Lisa’s smirk was as much about him loosing his advantage tomorrow when his pubes would be shaved off as it was about Paul’s surprising lack of development!

Lisa sat at Adam’s desk, turned the pages back on his exercise book, and started to study what he had done. She tried to forget that Paul and Sarah were next door, side by side, stark naked, waiting for her, and she smiled, forcing herself to concentrate.

Paul continued to stare straight ahead and after a short while he closed his eyes. He wanted to see Sarah naked; of course he did. He wanted it quite desperately, but he knew the price would be a humiliating hard-on and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. Just having her stood totally naked beside him like this, without looking was starting to firm him up. He wobbled slightly and had to open his eyes again to restore his balance.

Sarah was trembling with excitement. Her arms were getting very tired and lowering minute by minute until they were barely at forty-five degrees. She sucked in deep breaths trying to control her excitement. She could hardly believe that she was stood here in Lisa’s room stark naked, with her nipples erect and her pussy on display. She could hardly believe that Paul Fairburn was stood next to her just as naked, his humiliating bald secrets completely exposed.

She couldn’t help herself; she had to do it. She turned her head and bent forward again. She gasped with delight at the sight of Paul’s bald Willy and balls. How could it be so beautiful; not just his willy, but his entire bald groin, his entire body, despite the surprise of his late development and juvenile appearance. She licked her lips and wondered if she had somehow turned into a nymphomaniac. She narrowed her eyes, had he...was he a bit firmer than he had been? She wasn’t sure. She straightened and then leaned back, peering at his bottom this time.

She wasn’t sure how she managed it, but she somehow kept herself where she was. She somehow managed to avoid jumping on him and forcing him to take her. She had never felt like this before and she couldn’t understand why she did feel like this, but there it was all the same, and it was compelling.

Lisa looked up when Adam came back into the room wearing a towel round his waist “Forgot my pyjamas” he said, heading to his bed.

“Do you need your pyjamas in the bathroom?” asked Lisa, as he snatched them from under his pillow and headed back to the door again.

“To... to get dressed...” he said.

“Put them on your bed and come here” said Lisa.

Adam returned to his bed with a frown and dropped his pyjamas down. He approached Lisa cautiously.

“A few things, Adam” said Lisa, looking at him with a slight frown “Come closer!”

Adam moved a little closer until Lisa snaked an arm around his waist pulled him up to his desk. She kept her arm around him, trapping him next to her.

“Okay, the work is good, Adam” she said “And I’m very pleased with that. You’ve demonstrate a clear understanding of the topic covered and you’ve got most of the problems right. Where we’ve got a problem is with your neatness. See these two here...” Lisa turned back a couple of pages and pointed out a couple he had got wrong “You’ve got these wrong not because you haven’t understood, but because you’ve been scruffy and misread your own writing, I think.”

“Oh” said Adam, frowning down at his book. At least he’d got most of them right. That was a relief.

“So we’re just going to have a quick smack for that, to help you remember” said Lisa.

“No, I don’t need a smack!” said Adam, as she felt Lisa’s hands loosen his towel “I’ll remem...” His towel fell to the floor, baring him completely. Lisa smacked her hand across the backs of this legs and then across his bottom. Adam yelped and his face turned down in misery at the pain and the humiliation. With his towel gone, his willy swung out slightly and started to stiffen.

“Now” said Lisa “I hope you’ll remember to be neater and not make these silly mistakes.”

“I’ll remember!” said Adam, feeling very sorry for himself.

“The next thing is that you need to show much more of your working out” said Lisa “This is very important, because then when you make a mistake, your teacher can see where you’ve gone wrong and she can see it isn’t because you haven’t understood, but because of some other reason, or maybe it is because you’ve not understood, but either way she knows where the problem is, so she can help you.”

“Okay” said Adam “I’ll... I’ll definitely remember that!”

“So we’re going to have another quick smack to help you remember” said Lisa.

Adam backed away from the desk “I don’t need one, I’ll remember!” he said.

”Adam!” said Lisa, an edge of warning to her voice. She got up from the chair.

Adam gulped and stopped backing away. He put his hands in front of his rapidly stiffening willy.

“How are you supposed to be standing?” asked Lisa “Given your trousers are down, or rather – you’re not wearing any?”

Adam gulped and his face turned bright red and he brought his hands up under his chin.

“Better!” said Lisa “I said a quick, smack, you don’t want that turning into a spanking, so you?”

Adam shook his head, keenly aware of his willy sticking straight out from his body.

Lisa moved to his side, her eyes fixed on her brothers full on boner that was sticking straight out from its tiny ring of virgin pubic hairs. She smacked the back of his legs twice and his bottom three times then reached her right hand around to Adam’s groin and ran her fingers through the surprising little growth of pubes.

“Ohhh … ohhhhh … Adam exclaimed, not at all used to being felt up like this

“Tomorrow these pubes, which you must be so proud of, will all be gone, you’ll be a baldy again just like Paul!” Lisa said with a smirk, she was feeling so wonderful and powerful having both her brothers under her total control. “Now, pyjamas on, and into bed!”

Adam jumped away, tears in his eyes, and he pulled his pyjamas on quickly; his red bottom pointed to Lisa. He jumped into bed.

Lisa busied herself getting clothes ready for him for the morning; laying out his school uniform. Adam was almost hidden inside his bed, just his eyes peeking out from under his duvet. He definitely did not approve of Lisa’s choice of underpants. He was definitely not wearing the green ones with the clowns on for school. He’d switch those in the morning.

Lisa tidied his desk and sorted out the books he would need, remembering his timetable, and she put them in his school bag “I’ll sort out your PE kit in the morning” said Lisa, heading over to the bed. She gave Adam a kiss on the forehead “Night, Adam.”

There was an unintelligible mumble under the duvet, and Lisa headed out with a smile; turning off the light before she closed the door.

Lisa checked herself outside the door; stopping briefly to prepare herself mentally. She tried to calm herself, but that turned out to be impossible; her excitement was raging. Instead she reminded herself what she was doing here and why. Paul was a responsibility; she had to take care of him as her mum had directed and that meant punishing wrongdoing appropriately and proportionately. As exciting as punishing him might be she must not allow herself to get carried away; as much as she enjoyed it she must not allow herself to punish him for that reason. She needed to be very careful with herself in that respect and she needed to examine her motives carefully every time. The last thing she wanted was for herself to fall fowl of the return to traditional values and find herself being punished. With Sarah it was different. She had no responsibility there at all, it was Sarah’s choice to be disciplined. Sarah was her friend and she could do with her as she pleased. Sarah could walk out at any time, and if she didn’t, Lisa had to assume she was enjoying herself. She didn’t quite understand why she was enjoying it, nor did she have any clue as to how far Sarah would go, but she had gone this far and she might well go further. Lisa was hoping she’d go a lot further.

Lisa took a deep breath and strode back into her room. She caught Sarah suddenly ducking her head back and she narrowed her eyes. Paul was stood just as he should have been, his head turned away from Sarah. Sarah’s arms were almost at her sides and she had been leaning forward, head turned to Paul. Had she been looking?

“Sarah you were looking at my brother’s willy again!” Lisa stated.

“No! No, no” said Sarah.

“Why aren’t your arms up as I told you?” said Lisa, striding over.

“It hurts, they’re tired” said Sarah.

“Get them up!” said Lisa.

Sarah groaned and forced her arms upwards again.

Lisa turned to Paul and looked down at his bald but handsome little penis. It was slightly inflated, but only a very little. She looked up at his face “Paul? Has Sarah been looking at your willy?”

Paul flushed bright red again and nodded slightly.

“I thought so” said Lisa “Sarah, this is just not good enough. Simple instructions and you can’t even follow them. You will have to be punished.”

Sarah felt her excitement and embarrassment rise. Punishment? God, but... not the rod; the pain! She swallowed hard and frowned slightly; dropping her head.

“The question is...” said Lisa, stepping up close to Sarah’s front “What sort of punishment?” Lisa took hold of one of Sarah’s breasts. It was so much more developed than her own; so feminine, so full and rounded, she was jealous. She stroked her hand over it and it felt warm and soft and lovely; she started to get something of an insight into why boys were so obsessed with these things. She played her fingers over Sarah’s erect nipple “You’re getting excited by this, aren’t you, Sarah?”

“No” said Sarah, shaking her head in shame.

Lisa dropped her hand and placed it on the side of Sarah’s hip, stroking it and patting it gently “I’ll give you a choice, Sarah” said Lisa “I think that since you’ve been looking at Paul in this rude way, he can look at you, or I can send Paul away and I will spank you very had with this.” She held up the rod “So what’s it to be?”

Paul frowned slightly and his eyes swivelled towards Sarah, although he didn’t turn his head. Look at her!? Fuck! He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to get hard! He really didn’t want to get hard! But on the other hand... Sarah Collins, naked … totally naked! He did not want to have that choice himself. He did not know what he would choose. He closed his eyes and tried to impart some control on himself; tried to will his penis to obedience.

Sarah stared at the flexible plastic rod and her eyes grew wild. That was not an option. No way was she going to found out what that felt like across her bottom! But the alternative? She tried to imagine having Paul looking at her. What would that feel like? Would he like her? It would be so humiliating; so exciting. She had never displayed herself to a boy, or boys, before ... she closed her eyes and moaned. Her excitement grew and she started to shake slightly even as redness spread down her neck and chest.

“I’ll... I’ll let Paul look at me” she said, quietly.

Lisa smiled slightly and moved back away from Sarah “Sit on the end of the bed, then.”

Sarah frowned. Sit?

“If you’re going to defy me, Sarah, you can show yourself to Paul and be smacked with this” said Lisa, holding the rod up again.

Sarah gulped and moved swiftly to the bed, covering herself as best she could. She was hugely relieved to be able to drop her arms and as she sat she looked up at Paul, getting a good view of his bald little willy in profile. Suddenly her mouth dropped open... Maybe she’d see him... hard!

“Shuffle back very slightly, and lie on your back” said Lisa.

Sarah narrowed her eyes and dropped her head slightly. Oh God! She moved her bottom backwards and lowered herself down; fearing she knew how humiliatingly exposed Lisa was intending to make her. She felt a wet flush of excitement assault her and she held her breath.

“Put your feet up on the bed and spread your knees to the side” said Lisa. Just to remind Sarah what might happen if she ignored or refused this extremely difficult instruction, Lisa tapped Sarah’s thigh with the rod lightly.

Sarah gulped and lifted her feet up, to place them flat on the bed, knees up in the air. She slowly lowered her knees to the sides, completely exposing her pussy. She felt extremely vulnerable; extremely exposed, extremely humiliated. She had never done anything like this before; she had never exposed herself so blatantly; so... intimately.

“Don’t move from there and don’t change your position” said Lisa, wondering quite how far Sarah was willing to go “Or I will use the rod on you.” She wondered if she looked like this between her legs. She had way less pubic hair, that she knew for sure, but had never looked at herself in that way, and doubted she could ever see herself properly like this anyway. She clamped her own excitement down and turned to Paul.

“Paul, come here!” said Lisa.

Paul groaned and shuffled round. His arms were painful and he was now terrified he was going to get an erection in front of Sarah. Lisa had him stand at the end of the bed facing Sarah, and Paul gasped out loud in shock and excitement.

He looked down at this beautiful thirteen year old girl with his jaw practically on the floor. She wasn’t slim the way Lisa was; she was curvy and had a much more feminine figure. She wasn’t overweight or fat in any sense, but had that gorgeously rounded shape that men and boys had lusted after for millennia. His eyes dropped to her breasts; generous, soft firm, hard nipples and he knew he was already growing erect despite his determination not to get excited. Sarah’s breasts were still prominent; still stood up proudly, despite gravity’s attempts to flatten them.

His eyes cruised slowly downwards to her pussy and he groaned even louder. Her pubic hair was so thick in comparison to his own baldness, despite her being two years younger and it was obvious it had been left au natural. At the bottom, right between her legs was a pink red slit, open and wet, and Paul could see for the very first time in his life all of a girls most private and intimate body secrets that were usually hidden between those hairy inflated inflamed lips; he could see Sarah’s clitoris erect and begging for attention and below that ... the nub where she peed and below that the opening to her vagina and it seemed to be palpitating. He frowned and felt an orgasmic flush beginning to get a grip on him. The temptation; the desire; the urge to thrust his erect penis into that palpitating hole was almost beyond endurance and he didn’t care what Lisa did with her rod.

Erection! Shit! His hands flew down to cover his humiliatingly stiff appendage, whimpering loudly as he did so.

Sarah lifted her head, wondering if he liked her; wondering if such a sight would make him hard.

Lisa pursed her lips and shook her head. She snapped the rod across the backs of Paul’s legs “Hands!” she said, sharply.

Paul shrieked and changed his mind, He did care what Lisa did with that rod. He really did. His hands flew back up into a praying position again, but he didn’t bother to push his elbows painfully together.

Sarah’s eyes widened as Paul’s erect penis came into view. She forced her torso upwards, rising on her elbows, staring at it lustfully. It was... beautiful!

Lisa stared down at her brother’s erection too and she smiled. She looked up at his scarlet face and the way he trembled with shame.

“So, you wanted to see Sarah, Paul” she said “You wanted to spy on her getting a spanking while she was naked, and now you can see all of her and she can see all of you. Was it worth it?”

Paul gulped and nodded.

“This is supposed to be a punishment, Paul, not a treat” said Lisa.

Paul tensed “No, I meant... no” he said, in a shaky high pitched voice.

“Just remember, Paul, if you continue to misbehave, especially at school, you could end up naked like this in front of a lot of girls and boys and you might be just as hard as you are now” her hand came down to stroke his erection to emphasise the point and Paul yelped and rose up on his toes.

“No, no, I’ll be good, I swear I will, Lisa, I promise!” yelled Paul, desperately trying to avoid coming.

Lisa took her hand from his erection and transferred it to his still hot bottom. She patted and stroked him there “I hope so, Paul. I really do.”

Paul quivered at her contact on his bottom. With the hyper-excited state he was in, even this contact was deeply erotic and deeply stimulating.

Sarah continued to stare at Paul’s erection. She licked her lips and studied the slim slightly purple head and the way it curved back towards his shaft. Her eyes followed the curve to the smooth slim shaft and down to his groin, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like.

“Can I.... touch him?” she asked in a desperate and plaintive voice.

“Sarah wants to touch you, Paul” said Lisa with a smile “What do you think?”

“No ...no ... oh no, no please, no” wailed Paul, his humiliation soaring through the roof.

“I think it will do you good, Paul” said Lisa “It will be a very good warning to you of what might happen at school or after school if you don’t pull your socks up.” Lisa turned to Sarah “Touch him!”

Sarah pushed herself right up and she dropped her legs down over the edge of the bed. She licked her lips and grinned as she came closer and closers to his bald erect member. She brought both hands up eagerly.

Paul gasped and whimpered when her hands came to his penis and started exploring it. He tried to prevent himself from an embarrassing public ejaculation; the humiliation of that would be profound, not only in front of his sister, but also in front of Sarah. They would discover that he was only capable of a clear dribble, he was not yet developed enough to produce any creamy semen!

Sarah brought a hand underneath his tight hairless balls, stroking and tickling him there; her other hand came to the head of his penis, fingers stroking around it and then shifting down to his throbbing shaft. She was aware of the noises Paul was making; as if he was in agony and she wondered if this was painful for him. She felt her own wetness increase markedly and she took his shaft in her grip and pushed it back and pulled it forward. She felt something pulse in her hand and then immediately afterwards she was splattered with a few drops of clear cum. Sarah looked shocked. She didn’t make a fuss, but just watched as she came to realise that Paul was definitely still closer to being a boy than a young man and that this was all Paul was capable of producing at this time!

Lisa smirked at her brother, realising how humiliating the revelation that at fifteen he was only capable of producing a few drops of juvenile clear cum, must be for him!

As the warm fluid dribbled down her breasts she felt his penis shrinking in her grasp and she watched it in fascination. This was just amazing and she again wondered what it might feel if he had been inside her when that had happened.

Paul groaned and wailed and rose on his toes and fell back down again. His face turned even brighter red and he dropped his head, tears rolling down his cheeks again. To have a girl touch him like this was pretty fucking hot, but it was also profusely embarrassing, and to come like this, to be milked by a girl like this, to reveal he was not yet capable of producing real semen, was humiliating and... and so fucking hot!

Lisa smiled openly now. That had been fabulous, but she was on the edge, hardly able to cope herself. She needed to change the parameters and she needed to do it, quickly.

“Paul!” she almost shouted “Back to your room. Tidy up, get your uniform ready for tomorrow. Ten minutes, no longer. Then get in the shower, get spotlessly clean. Spotlessly - got that!? Fifteen minutes, no more. You’re to be in your pyjamas and in bed in half an hour. I’ll be checking! Leave your door open. If you spy on me again, or peer through my door, or even just pause on the landing I will have you naked and hard and coming in front of any girl or boy who has the slightest interest in seeing you naked. Go!”

Paul turned and ran from Lisa’s room, dashing back to his own where he could escape any further embarrassment or humiliation. Lisa turned to Sarah “I haven’t finished with you yet. Stay right where you are!”

Sarah gulped, wondering what Lisa was going to do to her next, she was on the verge of her own humiliating orgasm, and right now she wanted to run home to take care of her own needs.

Lisa paused for a few seconds in deep thought, she knew what she wanted to do, but could she do it? She sighed, made a big effort to overcome her embarrassment and turned, headed to her door and closed it. She returned to the bed and started pulling her clothes off, hesitating only briefly before pulling her knickers down and her padded training bra off, and despite being quite red faced and embarrassed about revealing her own lack of sexual development, her lust was so great she just didn’t care any more.

Sarah was sat up on the bed staring, wondering what the hell Lisa was doing. As Sarah watched, she was looking increasingly worried. Lisa wasn’t intending to … was she? She was afraid that there was only one credible explanation and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist.

Sarah took in the naked body of her best friend as it was gradually exposed. She had for so long wanted to see what Lisa looked like naked. Now she was able to see the totally exposed sight of Lisa’s breasts which were surprisingly tiny without the support of the padding of her training bra. They barely jutted out from her chest, with their recently developing areoles topped by darkening pink nipples. Between her legs, Lisa was almost as bald as her older brother, only having a small sparse fringe of wispy dark blonde pubic hairs that surrounded the slightly puffy pink lips of her labia and a very small, extremely sparse patch of pubic hair which appeared to have only just begun growing on her pubis! Despite her lack of development, Lisa had an attractive thin waist, slightly flaring hips and glowing shoulder length blonde hair which highlighted her beautiful, classically featured face.

Lisa climbed up on the bed, nipples erect and pussy sopping and she advanced on Sarah as the girl watched her approach, afraid. Lisa just kept coming until her lips met Sarah’s lips and she kissed her. As terrified as Sarah was of the idea, her lips responded in a quite different frame of mind. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but their lips sucked and massaged each others and it was only moments before tongues came out tentatively and the two girls were snogging enthusiastically.

Lisa’s hand came to Sarah’s breasts and she felt a shocking thrill as she squeezed at that delightfully soft flesh. Sarah responded in kind on Lisa’s almost flat breasts, and her other arm wrapped around Lisa, dragging the girl down onto her. She instantly felt Lisa’s wetness on her and she moaned. She hadn’t really imagined having sex with anyone for a year or two or thereabouts, and she had never expected it to be with a girl. She wondered now why it had never occurred to her, and what it was about the idea that had so put her off, because this was wonderful, beautiful and safe! Her hand came to Lisa’s bottom.

Lisa moaned and stroked and kissed at Sarah. It was incredible and she felt all the lust and excitement that had built up in her dealing with Paul and Adam suddenly return and crescendo. She needed more; so much more. She rolled to the side, slightly to give herself space and she shoved a hand down between Sarah’s legs. She slid the side of her hand in first, stroking that soaking wet slit and causing Sarah to shriek. She quickly found Sarah’s clitoris and it seemed huge. She played at it before delving lower and testing a finger inside her friend. Sarah’s back arched and she groaned desperately. She had not expected this either. To be touched like this by a girl; it was... incredible.

“Me... do me...” said Lisa, breathlessly and her lips dropped to consume Sarah’s again. Sarah’s hand came up and to the side. Blindly she touched on Lisa’s thigh and slid up and across through Lisa’s sparse fringe of pubes until she met a wet gaping valley. She thrust fingers in and probed and teased, causing Lisa to shriek at first contact and shriek again as Sarah continued to probe and experiment.

The vulva’s of both girls had been totally virginal territory until this moment but no more … the girls were quickly reduced to a frenzy; rolling back and forth on the bed together, hands all over each others’ naked bodies, but never leaving their pussies alone; never letting their clitorises feel lonely, never leaving their palpitating dripping vaginas without a finger. It wasn’t slow and it wasn’t gentle. It was passionate; desperate and deeply physical.

They wrought a frantic, needful, sexual desperation on each other and they were both crying out for more; begging, pleading, demanding. Their noise reached a crescendo with twin screams of ecstatic visceral delight; rising up and arching and shaking and shivering with the force of their combined orgasm, tangled and wrapped with each other as they fell to panting sweating exhaustion.

They might have woken the dead. As Lisa’s breathing returned to a mere gasping her sixth sense told her that her bedroom door was open. She closed her eyes and vowed to make sure that Paul or Adam paid a very heavy price for intruding on her privacy. If she had saved any energy; if she had had any strength left in her, she would have blushed; filled with humiliation to have been discovered naked in a post orgasmic exhaustion with another girl, but she was spent.

She didn’t even have the energy to jump or feel startled when she heard her mother’s voice.

“Lisa? What kind of homework is this?” said Pam, hardly able to believe what she was witnessing. She stared down at the two naked girls on the bed, wide eyed and excited. There was no disguising what the girls had been doing, and Pam was very far from appalled; she was aroused as she noted the very noticeable contrast in body development between the mature looking Sarah and the almost little girl like body of her daughter!

Lisa sighed softly, unable to react with any meaningful force at all. Sarah didn’t even lift her head and she lacked the strength to remove the smile from her face. She concentrated on breathing and trying to drag her body back down from the clouds.

Pam closed the door, crossed the room, and sat herself on the bed. She lifted the hand she had placed on top of the duvet. It was wet. She swept her hand around. The entire duvet seemed to be wet. She didn’t know what to do. She had watched only half of Carmen before she had been disturbed by the girls’ noise, all the way upstairs. It had crossed her mind what they might have been up to, but... it had sounded so animalistic, so frenzied. She had begun to wonder if it was a fight; a real dangerous fight.

She looked down at the two girls’ breasts; their pussies. The only fight here had been one of desire and Pam was deeply jealous. When had she last made love like that? It was so long ago, long before she met Isambard. She frowned and made a quick decision.

“Well, I am shocked, Lisa” said Pam, not sounding in the least bit shocked “Carrying on like this, making so much noise, how are your brothers supposed to sleep?”

Lisa suddenly sat up and looked over to her door. Paul!? She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her door was closed. It had been her mother; of course it had - she was here. She frowned at her mother and then found the energy to blush “What? What are you doing here mum?” she said, covering her almost bald pussy with her hand.

“A bit late for that, my girl” said Pam “I’m here because you two could probably be heard half way across the street and certainly downstairs even with Carmen playing.”

Lisa looked shocked. Heard!? She turned her head and grimaced at her open bedroom window. She collapsed back on the bed. Oh God! How humiliating. She pondered for a moment and then turned her head to Sarah with a smile. She didn’t much care, really. Not after that. She raised a hand and gently patted Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah lifted her head “Sorry, Mrs Fairburn” she said softly.

“Way too noisy girls but it sounded like you were enjoying yourself! Pam said unable to contain a smile.

“You mean, you don’t mind ?” Lisa asked cautiously.

Pam nodded her agreement. “I was young once too you know but the noise, that’s another matter. Next time you do that, I expect no where near so much noise.”

“Really, mum” said Lisa in total surprise at her mothers response.

“Ok, Mrs Fairburn” said an equally shocked Sarah.

“Well, for making such a noise you need dealing with, both of you” said Pam “Lisa, you first, I think.”

“Mum? What do you mean?” said Lisa, with both curiosity and surprise.

“Over my lap, Lisa” said Pam “After dealing with Paul I should think you know how to do it by now.”

“You’re going to spank me?” said Lisa, the surprise coming to the fore now.

“No, I thought I’d do a jigsaw puzzle and use your back for a table” said Pam “Of course I’m going to spank you! The return to traditional values encompasses girls as well as boys, as you well know!

Lisa pulled herself up into a sitting position, her hand coming from her pussy at last “But... why? You just said you didn’t mind what Sarah and I were doing.”

“You call screaming the house down, disturbing my peace not doing anything wrong?” said Pam.

“Oh” said Lisa. She flushed red again.

“Come on, or I’ll get Paul in here to spank the pair of you” said Pam.

Lisa moved swiftly, sliding from the bed and them bending herself over her mother’s lap. Pam stared down at her daughter’s bottom. She had wanted Paul and Adam over her lap this evening, not Lisa, but... she would do for now.

She brought her hand down and stroked at Lisa’s bottom. It was slim but curvy, and very attractive. Pam could not escape the realisation that despite her late development, her daughter would be very attractive to boys. She glanced sideways at the blushing, worried looking Sarah - and girls!

She sighed and started to smack her daughter’s bottom. She didn’t smack her very hard; it was more a token spanking then anything, and to a large extent an excuse to get Sarah over her lap. She hadn’t had sex with another girls since... when was it? Helen, at university? Ah, no... it was Claudette in Paris. Wow, that was a long time ago; well before she got married. She remembered their brief and stormy relationship and smiled to herself. If these girls thought they had made a noise... half the city must have heard their cries from their shared garret as they had sailed over the rooves of Paris.

Lisa lay, not uncomfortably, over her mother’s lap, examining and inspecting this unfamiliar position and experience. It didn’t seem so bad. She was still soft and tingling from her orgasm and it seemed rather nice having her bottom gently warmed in this way. She wondered if this was how Paul and Adam felt when she had spanked them. If so, it wasn’t as bad an experience as she had imagined.

Pam didn’t spank Lisa for long and she soon pulled her to her feet, giving her a hug and a kiss. Lisa smiled at her “Thanks, mum, that was nice.”

“Nice?” said Pam, raising an eyebrow “I obviously didn’t do it properly. It’s not supposed to be nice.” She chuckled at her daughter and gave her another hug and kiss.

“Sarah, your turn” said Pam, feeling rather excited at this prospect.

“Huh?” said Sarah, turning her head. Her turn for what?

“Sarah Collins, get up off that bed and get over my mother’s lap or I’ll be spanking you and I can promise it will be a lot less pleasant if I do it!” said Lisa, firmly.

Pam looked at Lisa in surprise. Was she taking what she had learned from Paul and Adam and now turning it on her friend? This was a surprise.

Sarah moved across the bed, hurriedly “Sorry, Lisa” she said, hoping she wasn’t going to be spanked by her friend again. She stood, red faced and swallowed hard before going over Pam’s lap. This felt very different to going over Lisa’s, and she wasn’t sure at this stage whether it was better or worse. She trembled slightly all the same.

Pam looked down at the girl; at her fuller, larger bottom; at the way it quivered slightly. She rested a hand on it and felt Sarah gasp on her lap.

“Have you already been spanked today, Sarah?” asked Pam.

“I spanked her” said Lisa.

Pam looked at Lisa “You did!? Why?” Had Lisa gone mad? Had her experiences with Paul and Adam turned her into some kind of spanking monster?

“She was naughty” said Lisa “She deserved it and she wanted me to spank her! Didn’t you Sarah?”

“Yes, I was naughty and asked Lisa to spank me!” said Sarah “I definitely deserved it.”

“What did you do, Sarah?” asked Pam, full of curiosity. She wondered if it had anything to do with the boys. She patted Sarah’s bottom encouragingly, wanting her to answer, rather than Lisa.

“I... I looked at Lisa’s emails ... when... when I shouldn’t have” said Sarah, feeling ashamed. She sobbed slightly.

“Well, that is very naughty” said Pam “Very naughty indeed. And... did Lisa spank you properly for that?”

Sarah sobbed in shame again “Yes” she said quietly.

“Well this probably won’t be such a hard spanking, Sarah” said Pam, and she started to smack the girl’s bottom; feeling her excitement rise. This was so much more enjoyable than spanking Lisa.

“Paul came to spy on us” said Lisa “While I was spanking Sarah, and she was naked. He stood there, right in my doorway and stared at her naked body being spanked and he had the cheek to get a hard-on!”

“Really!?” said Pam, looking at Lisa “Did he... did he open your door, then?”

“No, my door was already open” said Lisa “There was no need to close it, neither of the boys were allowed out of their rooms.”

“Did he see Sarah... completely naked?” asked Pam.

Lisa nodded “By the time I had finished with them, yes.”

Pam felt a wet flush of joy and she licked her lips. She looked down at Sarah’s bottom and smacked at it just a little bit harder “And... um... what did you do to Paul?”

“I made him get completely undressed and I spanked his as well” said Lisa.

“Oh dear!” said Pam “He, uh... must have been quite embarrassed about that... in front of Sarah... her seeing what he looked like naked … and did he... did he have a hard on? Did, uh... Sarah see that?”

“Not straight away, no, but he was very embarrassed anyway. I had to leave them to get Adam to bed and to check his homework. I left them stood side by side with instructions not to move or speak or look at each other” said Lisa “But when I cam back I found Sarah leaning forward and staring at Paul. Apparently she had been staring at his willy.”

“And he was hard?” asked Pam, hopefully.

“No, he wasn’t hard, but he was a bit later, wasn’t he Sarah?” said Lisa.

“Yes” wailed Sarah, feeling a flush of excitement at the memory.

“To punish Sarah for looking at Paul’s willy, I had her lie on the bed and open her legs so that Paul could see her, like she had been staring at him” said Lisa “It seemed a fair punishment.”

“Very fair, I should have said” said Pam “Sarah, you really have been naughty this evening.”

“Sorry, Mrs Fairburn” said Sarah, sounding quite contrite.

“Paul got very, very hard then” said Lisa “So I let Sarah touch him. I thought it would be a good lesson for him, to start to learn what it would feel like to be touched by a girl when he was hard.”

Pam nearly moaned out loud “She touched his erection?”

“Yes, and his balls, and he... well, you know boys better than I do. He actually ejaculated all over Sarah. He doesn’t produce much yet, being such a late developer but it was enough to produce a mess! I sent him for a shower and bed. He should be in bed now” said Lisa.

Pam tutted and shook her head “I don’t know what we’re going to do with the pair of them” said Pam “So naughty, both of them.” She continued to smack Sarah’s very lovely bottom, but despite her words she didn’t start to smack her any harder or faster.

“That’s what I was thinking” said Lisa “So naughty, both of them.”

“So... what you girls were doing... was that... part of Sarah’s punishment?” asked Pam.

“No” said Lisa “That was because... well, to be honest, mum, I was so excited I just didn’t know what to do with myself, and with Sarah naked and excited too and... I just... it sort of just happened.”

Pam nodded “I understand how that can happen. I’ll tell you about Claudette one of these days. That used to... just happen between us, too.”

Lisa frowned “You’ve had sex with a woman?”

Pam sighed and looked at her daughter, deciding now was a good time for a partial confession, “A few, yes. Teenage girls when I was younger and young women when older, that was before I married your dad, not since.”

“I didn’t know that” said Lisa.

“Why would you darling” said Pam “I’ve never told you. There were boys and men too, mind, not just girls and women. Quite a few!”

“Before dad, though?” said Lisa.

Pam nodded with a smile “Before your dad.” There was a limit to the number of confessions a woman could make in a single evening, especially to her daughter.

Sarah was wriggling and ‘oohing’ over Pam’s lap. It wasn’t hurting exactly, but on top of her earlier spanking it was a little uncomfortable. Pam gave her one last smack, a little harder than the others and Sarah yelped slightly.

“Up you get” said Pam “I’m sure that was hardly serious enough for all your naughtiness this evening, but it’ll have to do for now.”

“Perhaps I should spank her again” said Lisa, thoughtfully “After school tomorrow.”

Sarah’s head snapped round as she climbed up from Pam’s lap “No! You can’t... you can’t do that.”

Lisa moved down the bed and picked up the spacer, holding it up to Sarah “Can’t I?”

Sarah quivered and stared at the rod “But...”

“It might be better than a spanking with that thing” said Pam, with a sigh.

“No... but...” said Sarah, suddenly looking very worried.

“You are going to do as you’re told, Sarah” said Lisa “Just like Paul and Adam are going to do as they’re told. Now, would you like your spanking to be with just your knickers down or completely naked?”

Sarah stared at Lisa in shock and disbelief “After... after school with my knickers down would be... okay, I guess but... but … Lisa, please!”

“I’ll be very busy after school” said Lisa “Homework to do, mum to help with the dinner, Paul and Adam to look after. If it has to be after school, I can’t guarantee your spanking will be in private.” Lisa said growing excited again.

“Stand there, hands on your head” said Pam, her hands on Sarah’s hips to guide her.

Sarah stood, hands rising to her head, looking miserable. Pam admired the girls beautiful young body. Oh to be thirteen again!

“Homework and looking after your brothers comes first, Lisa, especially with your father away” said Pam, to reinforce her daughter’s point.

“We’ll find time” said Lisa “And it’ll just be knickers down, but... well, if you don’t want that to happen after school tomorrow we’ll do it another day but then you’ll have to get completely undressed. It’s up to you.”

Sarah gulped and dropped her eyes feeling a tremendous fear and excitement build in her “Tomorrow but … Somewhere... somewhere private, please.”

“It won’t be private Sarah, no time for that tomorrow” said Lisa, without hesitation “If you come early straight after school there should only be Mum, Paul and Adam around and no other visitors. Of course... the longer you delay coming over tomorrow, the more chance there might be of people turning up, the vicarage can be a busy place sometime … but... I guess that’s up to you.”

“Remember Sarah, this has been a very great deal of naughtiness” said Pam.

Sarah frowned and pouted “Okay, I will come over soon after school finishes and get it over with quickly.”

Lisa smiled “It’ll take as long as it takes, no matter what time we start.”

“So you enjoyed your romp with Lisa” said Pam, stroking a hand to Sarah’s pussy.

Sarah gasped and jumped “Um... uh... yes, Mrs Fairburn.”

“And you, Lisa, did you enjoy it too” asked Pam.

“Oh yes mum, I did, very much, I never realised how good it could feel” said Lisa.

“Good … yes it’s a wonderful feeling if received with passion and tenderness” said Pam with a smile. “Sarah you’d best get dressed and go home” said Pam “Lisa, you see Sarah off and then get ready for bed yourself. I’ll check on the boys.”

Sarah dashed to the end of the bed, her face burning, and she started to get dressed. Lisa wasn’t intending to bother. She went to her wardrobe, opened it, and pulled out a dressing gown. She’d see Sarah off, jump in the shower, finish off her work and then go straight to bed.

Pam rose to her feet with a smile and a sigh and then made her way to the door, opening it and heading out. She paused outside Adam’s room, opened the door and peered in. There was enough light from the hallway to see Adam curled up in bed, fast asleep. She closed the door again quietly.

Paul’s door was open and she could hear noise form within. It might have been surreptitious, but she had no doubt what her son was up to. Well, at least she was going to get to put one of her boys over her lap this evening, she thought. Rearranging her smile to a frown she headed in to Paul’s room.

End Part 4

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