The True Path 3

The True Path Chapter 3

By Red Rover

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The True Path - Chapter 3
Major Characters
Hamilton Family: Fred (43) –electrician, Carol (41) – beautician. Children: Debbie (17), Eric (Ricky) (15) and Eddie (12)

The Hamiltons were somber as they went trough the motions of eating supper. Everybody was thinking about the girl lying on the couch in the next room and what was to come next. Finally, they finished the meal and cleaned up the kitchen. Fred led the way to the living room where they found Debbie still lying on her stomach and rubbing her reddened bottom. “OK, Eric,” he said. “Its your turn at bat. What instruments do you want?”

Eric thought for a moment. “I think I’ll use the short strap, it stings like crazy but doesn’t leave much of a mark.”

“Good Choice,” Fred responded and took the 15 inch rubber strap out of the drawer. “OK, sit in the chair and I’ll put Debbie over your lap. I don’t think Eddie can lift her safely. Do you want her bottom up to start with?”

“Yeah, Dad, I think I’ll give her a little warmup before I use the strap.”

Fred picked up his weeping daughter and positioned her carefully over Eric’s lap, bottom up. Eric began a slow and measured hand spanking, adding some color to the paler areas and spanking a bit further down her thighs. Debbie’s sobbing got louder and she gave out a few yelps as his hard hand smacked into already reddened skin. After refreshing the red glow that seemed to radiate heat from her scorched buttocks, He looked up at Fred. “OK, ready for the strap, Dad.”

As promised, the rubber strap produced howls of pain from Debbie but mad only a faint mark on the pale skin of her inner thighs, which had not yet been touched by the two spankers. She screamed, howled and begged for mercy, but the little strap made its dance across pale skin, pink skin and red skin, eliciting shriller and shriller yelps as her brother flicked the tip accurately into various cracks and crevices. After he had covered most of the available area, Eric stopped and handed the strap back to Fred.

“Ok, I’ll put her on the couch now and do a bit on the other side.” He said calmly, ignoring the protestations of his victim. He picked up the quivering girl and laid her on her back on the slip covered couch. She let out a major yelp and kicked her legs in agony as her ravaged bottom came into contact with the rough fabric.

Eric retrieved the rubber strap and flicked it expertly over the hitherto unblemished fronts of Debbie’s thighs. She screamed frantically as the stingers walked up and down her legs and was frantically pleading for mercy. When he laid a pair of stingers onto her pubic mount, she screamed like a banshee and fainted.

Eric tossed the strap to Eddie and bent down to examine his sister. “She’s had enough for the day,” he said decisively. “Maybe for the weekend. We’ll take a look at her tomorrow and see.”

Fred was stunned for a second. His 15-year old son was taking charge of his sister and giving what amounted to orders to his parents. He looked over at Carol who stood with her mouth open. Well, honey, we have one less kid and one more adult in the family. Now I don’t have to worry when I go to Calgary to work for a few days.”

Carol stammered, “Yeah, great, I guess. I just wasn’t expecting it this soon. He’s only fifteen, I mean…”

“Sixteen in twenty days,” Fred reminded her.”He’s already passed the written part of his license exam and he can take the road test the day after he turns sixteen. Then we can buy him that old Volvo that Doc Peterson is trying to get rid of. He’ll give me a good price if he knows it’s going to Eric.”

Eddie walked over to the couch and wrinkled his nose. "She's peed on herself and maybe pooped a little, too."

"Oh, dear," Carol responded. "It's a good thing the slipcover is washable. Get her off quickly before it soaks through."

Eric picked up his older sister as though she was a small child and held her in his arms. "Run some warm water in the tub, Eddie," he directed. "About half full."

Carol scrambled to pull the soiled slipcover off the couch. "Better give her an enema, too. I don't want her to have an accident tonight and ruin the mattress."

Fred looked approvingly at his older son. "You boys going to need any help?"

Eric shook his head, "No sir, but we'll need clean PJ's. Her pee is all over mine and Eddie will get his wet too when we wash her."

Fred smiled. "No problem. I'll get a couple clean sets and put them in the bathroom closet for you. Then it's bedtime for me; it's been a long, hard day."

Carol gathered up the slipcover and Debbie's pajamas. "Thanks, kids, I'm going to bed, too, as soon as I get these in the washer."

Debbie struggled feebly in her brother's grasp. "I can walk, you asshole." she snapped. "And I can wash myself!"

Eric chuckled and set her on her feet where she swayed a bit but remained upright. "OK, Babygirl," he said. "But you will need a little guidance."

Bending her over slightly, the boy inserted his right middle finger into the outraged girl's rectum and grasped her ponytail with his left hand. "OK. Babygirl," he directed. "Forward March."

Sputtering in rage and humiliation, the abused teen stumbled to the bathroom where her younger brother was waiting. "Do we do the enema first or wash her first?" He enquired.

Eric considered the alternatives. "Better do the enema first," he decided. "That way we'll only have to wash her once."

"I said I could wash myself, you fucking little perverts!" Debbie sputtered. "And I don't need a fucking enema!"

Eric laughed, pulled his finger out of her rectum and smacked her already bruised bottom. "One more word out of you, Babygirl, and you'll get a mouth soaping - and some soap in the enema water as well."

Recognizing the inevitable, Debbie moaned and closed her eyes in resignation. Eddie smiled in anticipation. "Can I do the enema, Eric?" he asked eagerly.

"Sure, buddy," Eric responded. "Let me set her up for you."

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, the older boy positioned the sputtering girl over his lap and parted her bottom cheeks to expose her little pink anus for his brother. "Plenty of Vaseline," he suggested.

Eddie stuck his index finger into the jar and carefully anointed Debbie's anus and rectum. Then he lubricated the enema tip and slowly inserted it into his squirming sister's body.

"Release the clamp slowly," Eric directed. "And don't hold the bag very high. We don't want too much pressure."

Debbie moaned and gasped as the warm liquid trickled slowly into her lower bowel. "That's enough," she whimpered, "I can't hold any more."

"Now be patient, Babygirl," her brother said soothingly. "It's only half in there." As he spoke, Ricky stroked her bare, sweating back gently and used his finger to massage the area around her anus to
stimulate the colon into accepting more.

Finally, the bag was almost empty and Debbie was sobbing softly and barely squirming as she lay limp across her brother's lap. Eric removed the enema tip and replaced it with his finger to prevent any leaks. With a bit of help from his brother, he lifted the girl to her feet and positioned her bottom over the open toilet. "OK, Babygirl, turn it loose," he said, pulling his finger out of her rectum.

The resulting explosion sounded thunderous in the small bathroom and both boys laughed as their sister expelled volumes of liquid from both bowels and bladder simultaneously. Several flushes later, when she appeared to be empty, Eric lifted her bottom up from the toilet so that Eddie could clean off her rectal area with toilet paper.

Then the two boys hoisted her into the tub and stood her up while they washed her nude body carefully with rough washcloths. Exhausted, she put up no resistance as her most private parts were washed and toweled dry. She was, in fact, almost asleep as Eric picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Putting her into bed on her tummy, he decided that a single sheet would put less pressure on her tender skin. As he bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek, she murmured something inaudible. He smiled benevolently, "Tomorrow is another day, Babygirl," he said as he walked out of her bedroom and turned off the light.

END OF CHAPTER 3

(The End)