Miss Sandra Chapter 12

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Chapter 12
-=Next Saturday=-

Had it been a normal week, I might have approached our up and coming meeting with Hannah and Leah with some trepidation. However, a week’s backup of semen does something to a guy’s brain. I was actually looking forward to the event even though it meant more humiliation and even a spanking at the hands of the girls.

As we did on the previous week, Spencer and I met up at the Rec Center and waited for our mistresses to meet up with us. I looked over at him and he seemed to be as ill at ease as I did. I looked down and saw the bulge in his crotch. Yeah, we both had a bad case of it.

Sandra and Tammy seemed particularly cheerful when they arrived and this had me concerned. Whenever they got like this it usually meant that they had something in mind. No doubt we would find out about it – eventually.

I looked at the girls’ feet. Tammy was wearing her Vans again. My rear end, although healed, still twitched when I saw them. Pavlov was right, the mind makes associations based on experience. Those sneakers became a symbol of pain and humiliation in my mind.

The girls did not require us to march behind them with heads bowed like we did last week. Before I knew it, we were at Hannah’s. Both cars were out of the driveway.

Hannah and Leah were downstairs waiting for us. We stood around awkwardly for a moment until Hannah asked, “When are you going to make them get naked?”

Sandra old her, “Why don’t you issue the command? You need to learn how to take charge, and it’s about time the boys got used to taking orders from girls other than Tammy and me.”

Hannah didn’t hesitate and immediately said with great confidence. “OK boys, strip now!”

There was no thought of not doing it. I knew that the sooner I got naked, the sooner I would be relieved. I was also smart enough to know that Sandra and Tammy would arrange events so that the reward would be put off as long as possible. I also knew that relief was on the other side of a spanking, but it was worth humiliation and pain to achieve it. I was naked with hands on head and penis at attention in less than a minute.

Sandra then filled the girls in on our transgressions. “Girls, the boys said some very bad things about you after they left here last week. They said that you didn’t masturbate them well enough. We’re going to fix that this week, but first they owe you an apology.”

She nodded to us. I stammered out a, “I’m really sorry Miss Hannah, Miss Leah.” Spencer did the same. I notice how he choked on saying “Miss Hannah.” I knew it must be difficult for him to address his own kid sister this way.

“Now that we got that part of the apology out of the way, we need to get on with the next part: The spanking. Insulting a girl is probably the biggest crime a boy can commit, and he has to be punished for it. Have either of you girls spanked a boy before?”

Leah admitted, “I once watched my cousin, Joshua get a spanking. He’s Ginny’s brother.”

Hannah looked at her friend, “You never told me that.”

“I forgot. It was no big deal. I mean, he still had his pants on; at least his underwear. You couldn’t see much.”

“Then neither of you actually spanked a boy?” Sandra pressed.

“We hit their behinds last week, does that count?” Leah asked.

“No, that was just play. It was fun to do and sometimes you can give a boy a spanking just for fun. But a real spanking is serious business. It’s an important part of establishing your dominance over him and showing him who’s boss.”

Sandra turned to me. “Get over my lap,” she commanded.

This was the most embarrassing part of a spanking for me: getting my large frame bent over Sandra’s lap. I can imagine how silly I looked. I knew how silly Spencer looked over Tammy’s lap. For her part, Sandra learned to expect some “leakage” and pointed it out to the girls.

“Be careful when you do this, girls. You don’t want to get your clothes wet. It can be embarrassing to explain a cum stain on your skirt.”

Sandra pulled her skirt back, almost to her crotch. Every now and then, she’d pull it back so far I could actually see her panties, but not today. Nonetheless she looked so sexy that way with skirt pulled back and stern expression on her face. It was the main way for me to tell play from serious spanking. When she played, she smiled, but not today.

I nestled into my position and she clamped my penis between her legs. I always had the urge to hump at this point, but I could not even fathom the consequences of doing it. The feel of her cool, silky legs against my organ just added to the excitement of the act.

“Make sure his head is facing away from your dominant hand. So, if you are right handed, have his head on your left. Do we have any ‘lefties’ in the bunch?”

Leah raised her hand.

“You would have him facing the other way.”

Sandra placed her hand on my butt and rubbed it a bit. She always did that before spanking me. It was like she was exploring the territory. Or maybe it was to awaken the skin and make it more sensitive to what was to come. I enjoyed it.

“Spankings, even disciplinary ones, should be done safely. There are parts that you shouldn’t hit.” I could feel her finger as she traced out her anatomy lesson for the younger girls.

“You can spank his legs, but they are mostly hard muscle and you’ll just hurt your hand. Same holds true for the area around his hip. Stick with the butt. This part here where it curves into the legs is the primary area, but you can spank it anywhere as far ‘north’ as his belt line.

Stay away from the kidneys. We don’t want to hurt him. Well, we do want to hurt him, but not permanently.

Spread your spanks around and try not to get too predictable. Like this …”

With that, she reared back her arm and started smacking my behind. That was another difference between play and disciplinary spankings. I swear she hit harder when she was angry.

She didn’t do it for that long before commanding me, “Dismount!”

I got up and stood in front of her with hands on my head.

“If this were a play spanking, I would be cuddling with him now.”

How I wish it was. I liked cuddling after a spanking. It made me feel so warm and protected. But I knew that was not to be today.

“Normally, I would send him to the corner to stand there and think about what he did. However, the spanking isn’t over. Now who wants to go first?”

Both girls’ hands went up.

“Hannah, why don’t you take Ryan and Leah, we’ll get you started in a moment.”

Hannah sat down and I took my position over her. I felt even more awkward. Hannah was even smaller than Sandra and I felt like I was draped over the lap of a child. Perhaps that’s because I *was* draped over the lap of a child.

“OK dear, do you remember what I just showed you?”

I could feel Hannah nod vigorously.

“Then go to it, sweety.”

I felt the little girl’s hand impact my behind. It was a fraction of the strength of Sandra’s blows but it had more impact in a psychological sense. Sandra was old enough to be considered my girlfriend. This girl was really a girl: a juvenile female four years my junior. I was a high school student and she wasn’t even in middle school.

Sandra stood over her coaching her and encouraging her. Vaguely, I could hear Tammy working with Leah. I looked up and saw Spencer’s head inches away from mine as he was draped over her lap.

A totally disjointed thought hit my brain. I once watched some carpenters working on a house. Sometimes they hammered in sync, sometimes they hammered out of sync. Hearing the slaps of girl-hand against boy flesh reminded me of that. Each of the girls had her own rhythm and it made for an interesting drum-beat.

I really don’t know how long I was over Hannah’s lap or how many blows she delivered to my behind. I had the pleasant stinging sensation, but she was also hurting me a little deeper.

Sandra finally called a halt to it. “That’s enough, girls.”

Spencer and I were made to stand in front of our respective spankers with our hands on our heads.

“Don’t you boys have something to say to the girls?” Sandra asked.

“Thank you for my spanking, Miss Hannah,” I said.

“Thank you for my spanking, Miss Leah,” I heard from Spencer.

The girls giggled at this admission.

“And now it’s time you boys apologize properly.”

Spencer and I had worked this out during the week. We alternated our responses.

I began, “I’m sorry, Miss Hannah.”

Spencer picked up, “I’m sorry, Miss Leah.”

“We’ve been bad boys.”

“And we ask your forgiveness.”

“For doubting your superiority over us.”

“Because you are girls.”

“And we’re only boys.”

“We promise to be good little boys.”

“And never do it again.”

Sandra and Tammy actually applauded. “That was very good, boys,” Sandra admitted.

“Off to the corner with you boys,” Tammy commanded.

As we stood there, Sandra explained to the girls. “Once you’ve spanked them and are sure that they are contrite – and judging by how red those butts are, I am sure they are contrite – you can let them go.

Give them corner time or whatever, but don’t hang on to the event. Let it go. Once you punish them and reconciliation is achieved, it’s history.

Besides, they’re boys; they’ll get in trouble soon enough again.”

Tammy added, “You girls did a good job. Congratulations!”

“Come on, girls,” Sandra beckoned, “Let’s go to the kitchen. Spanking a boy sure works up an appetite in a girl.”

I was hungry and thirsty too, but I didn’t dare make a peep. Corner time is corner time and the rules and the girls were very strict. No talking allowed and absolutely no movement allowed. At least when the girls were out of the room, I could shift my feet a little.

On other occasions, the girls would leave me and Spencer in the corner for what seemed like hours, but they apparently had a busy agenda today. They were back in what I judged to be about 15 minutes.

Sandra, as usual, took the lead. “Now that we had our spank, it’s time to wank!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Normally masturbation was held off to the end of the session and usually only after being made to perform in other ways, and never without us boys having to beg the girls for it.

Sandra read the surprised look on my face and had the explanation. “You boys complained that the girls didn’t masturbate you good enough last week. Well, we’re going to fix that. We’re going to give the girls some practice: a lot of practice. Now let’s get the room set up so we can do this.”

Once again, Spencer and I were pressed into the role of naked furniture movers as we positioned an end table in the middle of the room and moved chairs around it in sort of a makeshift amphitheater.

I took center stage on the table while Sandra sat in front of me. Tammy, Hannah and Leah took their seats as the audience while Spencer stood like scenery behind me, hands on head.

For the first time in a week, a girl was touching my penis. I had not gone that long since I started “dating” Miss Sandra. The week’s layoff did nothing to take away from her skills. I was already hard before she even touched me, and dripping with anticipation.

Within the first couple of strokes, she had me at my edge and held me there. I could never say how long she keeps me on the razor’s edge of cumming. Time stops when I am in this state. It is a mixture of pleasure and agony. This time seemed to be particularly long.

Finally she pressed just a little more and I exploded with a gush of cum. She kept pumping and I exploded again, and again. I was in orgasmic heaven. No price was too high to pay for this pleasure.

Then she did something she had never done before: she kept pumping. I was nearly spent as was my aching muscles within me. My semen was leaking out in weak dribbles, and yet she pumped on. Pleasure gave way to pain.

Eventually she stopped. I was exhausted and too weak even to stand. I could barely take her hand to lick it clean. She allowed me to sit on the floor.

Sandra turned to her audience, “That was great. Did you ever see so much cum?”

Tammy laughed, “Yes, but it took both of them to produce it. We got to keep the boys in chastity more often.”

I hoped that Tammy’s threat was just words. I really did not enjoy the week, and I wasn’t so sure I was going to enjoy its climax.

Spencer took my place on the table and Sandra and Tammy swapped places. Tammy was as merciless with Spencer as Sandra was with me. I knew what was happening to him. It was sort of like watching a train wreck; I could not move my eyes away.

I could see him squirt his semen, I could hear as his sighs turned to moans. I could also feel sympathetic pain within me.

Soon, Spencer was on the floor beside me. The girls stood up, towering over us. Hannah announce, “I know where mom keeps her bucket and mop. Paper towels aren’t going to handle all that.” She pointed to the pools of cum on the floor.

Spencer and I were allowed to recover before being put to the task of swabbing the deck. We stood at attention as the girls inspected our work and our bodies.

“Why don’t you girls check out the boys’ penises?” Tammy suggested, “That was a pretty strenuous masturbation we just put them through. We need to make sure they are OK.’

Leah inspected Spencerand Hannah took me. She took my penis in her hand and lifted it and twisted it around to look at it from all angles. It got hard again. “Look at this,” she squeaked, “He’s ready to go again.”

“Let’s play some more games before we do that,” Sandra said. “Does anybody have an idea?”

Hannah was bouncing up and down with excitement, “Me! Leah and I got this idea and we want to try it.”

“Well, let’s hear it.”

“We liked that thing we did last week with the string tied up around their balls.”

Tammy and Sandra chuckled, “Yeah that was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Leah and I like the idea of using their boy parts to play with them. That’s because you can’t do things like that to a girl.”

“So what do you have in mind?”

“Well, you mentioned something about using rubber bands. So Leah and I made a chain of them. And we remembered what you said about thin rubber bands cutting into their skin, so the ends of the chain are these fat rubber bands.”

Sandra nodded as she inspected the contraption the girls constructed. It looked a little flimsy but she was not about to stifle the girls’ creativity.

“This time we want the boys standing and facing each other. This way we can see their penises and balls as they do it.”

“I see,” said Sandra, “sort of like a tug-of-war.”

“Exactly.”

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Hitch them up.”

Hannah looped the rubber band around my testicles and cinched it up. I had to admit, it felt comfortable enough and being rubber, it had friction and I didn’t think it would get much tighter – not at all like the noose that was the string last week.

I watched as Leah hitched up Spencer. Soon we were standing about two feet apart attached balls-to-balls by a rubber band chain.

Sandra tied a ribbon to the middle of the chain. She pointed out the two floor tiles we were standing on. These were the goals. “The first boy to pull the ribbon over his floor tile is the winner.” No man’s land was only two feet wide.

But the rubber band had other ideas. We had it stretched out to three feet with hardly any strain on either of us.

Spencer and I started taking baby steps backwards. The chain stretched to three and a half feet, and I was only beginning to feel the pull. Neither of us was pulling the other closer to the goal.

At four feet, I started to feel pain, but did not want to give in or disappoint the girls. I was Sandra’s “boy” and I wanted to win for her. I also knew that she would feel better about me if I put on a good show for the other girls as well.

I was in agony at four and a half feet. Yet neither Spencer nor I would give up an inch of claimed territory. I winced and pulled back. The thick rubber band around my balls held without pinching. The chain didn’t.

There was an audible “snick” as it broke. Spencer and I were both on the floor moments later. The pent-up energy of the overstretched rubber bands came snapping back with the force Spencer and I put into it. It whipped into my balls with a sharp sting. It was like taking a hit from an angry hornet right where it could hurt the most.

The girls were on us immediately. There was nothing to see, except purple balls from the pulling. The sting hurt, but it was momentary and did no real damage. It was really more shock than pain.

While they had us there on the floor on our backs with legs spread out, they decided to inspect our penises and balls again. They were happy with the thick rubber band. It did not cut into the skin, nor did it close up like a noose.

“That’s a good idea you had there, girls.” Sandra remarked. “A thick rubber band is a good way to attach those things.”

“Next time,” Hannah said, “we’ll have to make the chain thicker.”

In my mind was, “Oh no, there will be a next time.”

With hardly a wait, Sandra announce, “It wank time again.”

I thought I misheard, or maybe misread the clock. It was hardly 45 minutes since we were last masturbated. Was this what Miss Sandra meant when she said that she was going to give the girls “lots of practice?”

“This time, you girls do them.” Tammy suggested. Whatever the two elder girls’ plans were, they apparently discussed them well during the week.

This time I found myself facing Hannah as my eager mastrubatrix. Coached by Sandra, she did a decent job and brought me off in spite of the fact that this was my second cum in less than an hour. Sandra encouraged her to keep pumping even after my penis was having the dry heaves.

Sandra eventually called her off, and Hannah giggled as I licked her hand. My penis was beginning to feel numb.

Leah brought off Spencer in much the same fashion and we were both subjected to another penis inspection.

Hannah gave us the list of chores to perform as the girls settled in to watch TV.

Before lunch, the girls held another masturbation session, this time with Leah doing me and Hannah doing Spencer. Our cums were not quite as impressive to say the least. Well, the younger girls wanted to see ejaculations, and that’s what they were getting.

For the rest of the afternoon, we mostly played games. I was dreading the daily finale. Normally, the girls finished the day with a final masturbation. I wasn’t sure I had it in me.

Hannah and Leah were eager but tired too, so Sandra had a new suggestion. “Save your hands. The boys are so far gone now that a fine touch isn’t needed anymore. I doubt that they will be sensitive enough to respond. Why don’t your girls slip off your shoes and do them with your feet?”

That is how I found myself, on the floor, legs spread out on either side of the legs on a kitchen chair looking up at Hannah. She placed the heels of her feet on my balls and rubbed my penis from foot to foot, gabbing at it with her toes.

It was a fairly harsh treatment, but my penis needed it after being made to cum to more than completion multiple times today. Hannah coerced an ejaculation out of me. It wasn’t pretty, but it was effective and the brute force pumping milked out the remaining cum from my body. Hannah giggled as she felt my ejaculate gush between her toes.

There was one more duty: lick that which made me cum clean. This time it wasn’t a hand or wrist, it was her feet. She put her foot up to my mouth and I licked at it.

Her foot smelled of the canvas and rubber and girl sweat from her sneakers. I knew I could not let that stop me. I licked the cum from the sole of her foot and then started to suck it off her toes. She both moaned and giggled when I did that.

I was proud of myself, getting her feet so clean. Then she did something I didn’t expect. She put her foot on my stomach and wriggled it in the pool of cum there and put her foot to my mouth again.

Meanwhile Leah was giving the same treatment to Spencer. Both of us were on the floor for nearly an hour licking at the girls’ feet as they giggled and wiggled their cum covered toes in our faces.

I was a very tired and drained boy by the time the girls allowed us to get dressed.

As we walked back to the Rec Center, Sandra asked, “Are you boys ever going to complain about the girls not masturbating you enough again?”

I smiled and said, “No ma’am.” My penis was raw and I was glad it had the next day off.

(The End)