The Sister 2

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Part 3

The day had certainly started off painfully for me, and both my bottom and balls ached something awful, but Mary’s praise for the pleasure I’d given her, and also my climax seemed to override both. Untying my ankles and balls, but leaving my hands tied behind me, Mary had me sit in her lap while she stroked and praised me until I had calmed down somewhat. Another first happened for me as Mary took off her top freeing her beautiful breasts to my straining eyes. Pulling my head to her right breast she told me to take the nipple in my mouth then educated me as to how she liked to have it sucked, gently nibbled and teased with my tongue.

I may have only just cum, but my cock was already bursting with a painful almost five inch erection, an erection which seemed to attract Mary’s thumb to it’s tip every so often as she swirled the juices coming from it around the bulbous head. After a while she started using my pre-cum to coat her other nipple and then had me work my mouth on that one. Knowing what was on it I was a bit hesitant until her hand gripped my balls and started squeezing. I quickly took her nipple into my mouth, but Mary still squeezed my balls hard three times, making me scream each time while she explained I still had to be punished for not obeying her immediately.

I had never felt pain like this. Before meeting Mary the most I’d suffered had been well reddened thighs delivered by our teacher Miss Spankalot. That wasn’t of course her real name, but it was certainly what the boys in our class called her. Not a lesson went by when she didn’t find some excuse to pull up the legs on two or three boy’s shorts and give their thighs a good slapping. It was a bone of contention that none of the girls ever got spanked despite the fact that they were often misbehaving more than the boys. In fact it was usually some complaint by one of the girls that resulted in a boy getting a spanking. My young mind suddenly came to conclusion that all girls wanted to spank and hurt boys or watch another female do the same, so this must be the way it happened all the time. No wonder my mother always seemed to win any argument she had with my father.

My jaw was starting to ache by the time Mary decided I had pleased her breasts enough. I was fascinated by her nipples and how large they had become, and the feel of them in my mouth. Mary had me stand up then lie face down on her lap and she untied my hands, then spent about five minutes gently stroking and tickling my bottom and balls which felt wonderful to me. A hard slap to my bottom bought me out of a near trance, as she had me get up then lie on my back. Mary then tied my arms and legs to pegs so I was spread out and could hardly move at all. Mary then placed a block of wood under my balls and once again string was wrapped tightly around my balls and they were stretched hard and tied off to another peg. Mary flicked each of my balls with a finger making me cry out. The initial sharp pain turned to a dull ache and I was starting to wish I didn’t have balls, things Mary obviously took great delight in hurting and could do so very easily.

On the other hand, how many boys my age had ever seen a girl completely naked, let alone touched all those very private parts. We thought the height of daring was to see a picture of a bra or panties in a home shopping catalogue, and they were on a dummy rather than a real woman. Not that I could ever brag about it, I knew without Mary having to tell me that if I ever said a word about what she did to me the pain I’d experienced so far would seem like nothing compared to what she’d do to me.

(The End)