Life of Sam 1

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Her giggles were like rubbing salt into his wounds. The wounds in this case being a hot red bottom, and his situation, standing naked with his nose pressed into a corner of the room. Life, as fourteen year old Sam would be the first to tell you, was not fair. Of course his ten year old sister Amanda would probably tell you different as the fair now always favoured her. That would hardly surprise you when it was explained that the now single parent was by way of being a staunch feminist who believed in young males receiving corporal punishment for the slightest infraction of her strict rules. Rules that Amanda was making full use of to get some payback for the teasing and bullying of her older brother while their father had still lived with them.

10 am on the first day of the long summer holidays and one spanking down already, and Sam just knew these holidays were going to be the longest of his life. Of course he wouldn’t admit it but he was partly to blame. Playing games on his computer he’d left things to the last minute, then rushed into the bathroom to pee, while neglecting to close the door properly let alone lock it. Seeing this, Amanda crept in as well, and her exclamation of “nice cock” so startled Sam that he turned slightly in full flow thus splashing Amanda. Amanda’s scream and protestations that she had been in the bathroom first brushing her hair was taken as the truth by their mother, and the results were plain to see.

“Amanda, take this boy to his bedroom, remove all his clothes, and I want to see him lying over the corner of his bed on top of two pillows.” Their mother said. Sam knew he was in trouble when his mother wouldn’t even use his name. That was even worse than using his full name. Amanda of course was delighted. Reaching up and grabbing Sam by the ear, she pulled down forcing him to bend double, then pulled him to his room. Despite his objections, Amanda insisted that she undressed him or she would tell mummy he hit her. It was a no win battle for Sam who had to stand there and let her have her way. Naturally as his pants came down, Sam tried to cover up, but Amanda wasn’t going to miss a chance to finally get a proper look at what a boy had between his legs, and slapped his hands away. Seeing naturally led to feeling, and this led to discovering how sensitive a boy’s balls are. It was a very embarrassed and slightly hurting Sam who finally found himself lying on his bed with his arse well raised by two pillows.

Their mother finally made an appearance, having been watching unseen while giving time to Amanda for her exploration. Being of French extraction, Marie, their mother, preferred the martinet as a medium of punishment. Indeed the one possessed by her had been handed down to the eldest daughter for a few generations. Six strands of fairly stiff 5mm wide by 3mm thick leather attached to the end of a nicely carved wooden handle was more than capable of producing a very sore bottom. In fact with both the handle and leather strips each being around 30 cm long, this instrument could be very severe indeed, and Marie was a great believer in getting into all the nooks and crannies of a boy’s bottom. Making Sam rise up slightly, Marie took hold of his boy parts and pulled them behind him so that they now hung freely between his widespread legs.

“You can see his bum hole” Amanda said fascinated.
“As will our little punisher” Marie explained.

Fingers clasped and hands under his head, Amanda was invited to sit on Sam’s shoulders to stop him jumping around. Sam was also warned not to move his legs from their spread position.

Marie preferred to tackle one cheek at a time using a side to side swipe forehand and backhand. The main body of the martinet covered most of the cheek while the very tips curled round the side or into the crack of his bottom depending on the direction of the stroke. With a whistling sound the first stroke landed, the tips kissing the cheekily winking bum hole. Before Sam had drawn a deep enough breath to scream, the next five strokes had also crashed home against his already smarting bottom. In a remarkably short time one cheek was bright red and burning hot from top to thigh. The procedure was then lavished on the other cheek leaving poor Sam all but breathless. Had he been able to feel anything but his bottom he would no doubt have felt a wet patch between his shoulders, the result of Amanda’s excitement at being able to watch this all happen. An excitement that was to dramatically increase as her mother handed her the martinet.

“You are in an ideal position to finish off this light punishment, Amanda, “ her mother said, “I want you to concentrate on accuracy first, let’s see if we can bring a glow to that crack and inner cheeks.” Thus saying she laid the strands where she wanted them to end up. A shudder passed through Sam as he felt them also against his balls and cock.

“Just give me a minute before you start, I have something which may help you.” Marie said. She left the room only to return with a full length freestanding mirror from her bedroom. This was placed so that Amanda had a good view of Sam’s rear end. It was impossible for Amanda not to giggle at the sight presented to her and she couldn’t help rubbing herself a little on Sam’s back while wishing she wasn’t wearing knickers. Her best friend Julie had recently discovered masturbation, and although neither of them had gone as far as to orgasm, they were experimenting together with the wonderful feeling to be obtained.

Her little tongue sticking out slightly with concentration she lifted the martinet back over her shoulder as shown by her mother, then bought it back down with perfect accuracy. Although not a particularly hard stroke the martinet demonstrated its proficiency as an instrument of punishment lighting a small fire all along those inner cheeks as well as directly on Sam’s bum hole and balls. Amanda was a natural. Her accuracy was perfect as she gradually increased the strength of her strokes until by the tenth she had Sam squealing and begging her to stop. Her mother couldn’t help but notice the wet streak being left on Sam’s back and smiled at Amanda with the knowledge that Amanda was going to make her very proud.

And so we find Sam snivelling in the corner of the front room, not only very sore but also dismayed at the decision that he will, for the remainder of the holidays, remain naked while in the house, no matter who comes to call, and that he is also to obey his sister Amanda as if she were his mother. Amanda had of course already invited Julie over for a viewing and a promise of being allowed to examine Sam’s boy parts as much as she wanted to. Unlike Sam, Amanda had the feeling these summer holidays would pass much more quickly than she’d like.

(The End)