Strictly Family Discipline
I came back from a four-month spell
drilling for black liquid gold in
Alaska to find that she was way...way...out of control.
There were the college
reports. Then I found out about the social worker sent along by the local
police...some suspicion of underage drinking, and worse…the possibility of involvement
in larceny...
I am a widower with no new partner, so
my step-sister had been looking after Susie. But it had been a battle...a battle my step-sister
had lost.
'She needs a firm hand,' my step-sister
purred as I re-read the college
report. 'Susie needs to feel your belt
on her bare...'
I remembering swallowing hard, noisily,
at those words. My cock thickened and
strained in my pants.
‘A firm hand...your belt on her bare...’
My step-sister smiled slowly, almost knowingly,
as she checked out my involuntary reaction to her words. I found her greedy dark eyes trained at the
bulge in my crotch.
She chuckled as she reached over to playfully
knuckled my bulge, tapping it to torment.
'The juvenile court
won't be so lenient next time...and she's on her very last exclusion warning at
college. You have to take a firm line...she
will hate it but thank you later...be strong and do your duty.'
My step-sister sat
beside me, pressing the soft warmth of her thigh into me. She pressed the nail of her forefinger down
into my knee and dragged it slowly…oh so slowly…up along my thigh.
‘So? Is poppa going to
take the belt to little Susie’s bare arse? Uh?’
I stood up abruptly and sat down in the chair opposite. My step-sister curled up and grinned as she
watched me like a cat.
Swallowing hard, I
closed my eyes and pictured myself in Susie's bedroom. Sitting on her bed. My brown leather belt curled up like a cobra
on the pillow. My daughter Susie naked across my lap. Bare bottomed, bare breasted and helpless. There would be squeals of protest as I
initially yanked her jeans and panties down. Her little white Bobby Sox would flicker and
flash as she bicycled her legs in a bid to escape. Her wild blonde mane of unkempt hair tossing
rebelliously...all in fear and dread of the leather belt.
I would need to talk to her. Rest my hand down across her bare bottom in a gesture
of absolute control as I spoke to her. Slowly, I would start to rub her soft bare
cheeks with wide, circular sweeps of my dominant hand.
Coming towards the end
of the lecture, my hand would reach for the coiled leather belt and hold it
aloft...allowing it to unfurl so that the cold tip teased her just above the
swell of her cheeks...then down into the shadow of her warm, dark cleft.
I opened my eyes.
My step-sister was
still watching me intently. Her dark
eyes clouded with lust.
I noticed that her
mouth was luscious. The red lips waxy – really wet and sticky - with lipstick
and very, very moist. She slowly let the
tip of her wicked little wet pink tongue peep out as it probed out through her
compressed red lips…like she was going to bubble some candy gum. Just like Susie would do when sullen or
sulky. My balls felt heavy. I shuddered as my cock stretched out hard…
Later that night, urged on by my
impatient step-sister, I was in Susie's
bedroom. Sitting on her bed. With Susie, bare bottomed, across my lap.
'You can't do this! You can't...'
My free hand pinned her head down
firmly. I had to be strong on this one. I had to take a firm line.
'As your father I will do my duty,
Susie...'
'But you're not...not really...I'm
adopted,' she wailed.
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Adopted.
It was all out in the open
now. Susie had blurted out the root
cause of her troubles. While I had been
away in Alaska, Susie had found out from my exasperated step-sister that she
had been adopted. Now Susie was playing
the adoption card as an excuse for running wild. If this had been poker, the little brat was
holding all the aces.
‘We adopted you because we loved you, Susie, loved you
then and love you still…’ I heard myself almost growling. ‘And now I’m going to spank you…spank you very
hard…and then give you my belt…because I love you and I care…you understand
me?’
Susie wriggled then twisted her face into my thigh. I felt her teeth sink into me.
‘Shit!’
Grabbing a handful of her golden mane I pulled her head up and away
before forcing her down – holding her head down firmly in the punishment
position.
Spank!
Spank! Crack! My hand came down hard
across the softness of her helpless cheeks…they bounced and wobbled as each
slap swipe severely across their peachy flesh.
Susie squealed in outrage and in pain. Good. She was feeling it. It was hurting. It was meant to.
Spank!
Spank! Crack!
Susie cried out again, responding to each severe swipe
of my hard hand across her soft cheeks with a shrill scream of pain and
protest.
‘No use you squealing, Missy. Poppa’s got to do what Poppa’s got to do…’ I
managed to grunt between the next three sharp explosions of skin against skin.
She bicycled the empty air. I snarled softly as I saw the dark cleft
between her pink cheeks widen and yawn lewdly.
Crack! Crack! Swipe!
Susie’s scream spluttered and tailed off into a long
slow moan, punctuated with sobs. Pitifully
she tried to shield her bare, hot, reddening bottom with her tiny little hand –
the small fingers splayed protectively. I grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her arm
up her back.
Crack! Crack! Spank!
Susie bucked her hips and bare bottom in response…and
then I saw the shine of her wetness between her thighs. It was a fleeting glimpse of her little wet
pussy and the shine of her excitement and arousal against the softness of her
parted inner thighs.
A sudden savage fury blazed within me…
Crack! Crack! Spank!
Susie’s belly and thighs were writhing as they rode my
fiercely erect cock beneath them.
Crack! Crack! Spank!
I sensed a movement at the bedroom door. It opened very gently and closed silently. My step-sister stood, hands on her hips, head held high, drinking in the spanked bottom she was staring so intently at.
‘Time you used your belt. She is ready for the belt,’ she purred, her
voice as thick as Vaseline.
I closed my eyes tight. I squeezed the sweat from them. My cock was painfully erect now. Any minute now I would shoot my load.
‘She’s ready for it,’ my step-sister said softly – her
voice a mere carnal whisper – as she scooped up the leather belt, unfurled it
and let it dangle to dance teasingly on Susie’s hot bare bottom. ‘Let me show you how it should be done, Daddy.’
Without a second’s hesitation, I felt a thrill like
electricity sear through me as I pinned Susie down by the nape of her neck and grabbed
her lower thighs tightly together.
Getting and keeping the girl naked down across my lap
made me almost drunk with a sort of frenzied delight. I loved the power. I loved being in absolute
control. My nuts sang at the prospect of
punishment …punishment and …pain.
Swish, snap! Swish, snap!
My step-sister whipped the belt down viciously – a
double dose of shiny leather on soft peach-cheeks. Susie found her voice again and a scream
ripped the bedroom.
Swish, snap! Swish, snap!
The reddening belt-welts were deepening. Soon the dark bites from the leather would be
turning blue…and then a purple shade of pure pain.
Again, again and yet again, the belt swiped down. Susie was sobbing again. Almost dry sobs now. Almost all cried out.
My step-sister stepped back, tossed the belt at me and
moved to stand over Susie’s head and shoulders.
‘I’ll hold her while you continue with the belt,’ she
barked.
I somehow resented the way my step-sister was taking
over. I scowled at her. Susie was mine! I was Daddy…I was in control.
My step-sister almost snorted her contempt.
She looked at me insolently, reached out and pinched my left nipple. She
gave it a vicious twist.
‘You’re loving it, soldier boy,’ she chuckled darkly.
My face burned as I turned away…hating her knowledge
of me.
I used the belt severely on Susie’s bare bottom as my
steep-sister held her down.
‘No more, OK Missy?’ I grunted between strokes of the
cruel belt across her helpless bottom. ‘And
you are grounded. Got it?’ Lash! Snap! ‘You are going to achieve a 100% college
attendance…OK?’ Swipe! Snap! ‘No more booze…OK?’ Crack! Crack! ‘We
looking for a good attitude, Missy -’ Crack! Crack! Snap! ‘- and a big improvement in your
performance, OK?’
I saw my step-sister reach down and slowly sweep the
palm of her right hand soothingly across the crowns of Susie’s whipped cheeks.
Susie mewed like a kitten at its cream.
My step-sister looked up. She stared directly into my
eyes. I looked down – to see her dominant forefinger drag down along Susie’s
dark cleft…deep into the heat tight between her red punished cheeks.
I tossed the belt away and dragged Susie closer to me.
I spanked her hard…drowning like a drunk
in the sensation…and then, as my cock throbbed on the edge of orgasm…I imagined
that it was my step-sister I was spanking…Yes! My step-sister…naked and …suffering.
Memories from my turbulent adolescence flooded my
reeling brain. Those snatched glimpses of her running in tight white cotton
panties to the john…reflections in her mirror as she brushed her hair, breasts
bouncing in her little tight bra…under the hot bedclothes with her used
pantyhose bunched up in my hand…masturbating furiously…as I sniffed them
deeply…then wrapped around my cock as I exploded…emptying myself as I soaked their
scintillating sheen.
Sweaty and almost in a trance, I lowered my spanking
hand down across Susie’s hot bottom, trying to block memories of my
step-sister.
I had just had a violent orgasm. My wet pants stuck to the base of my belly. My step-sister sniffed the air. Her nostrils flared – haunted by the sweet
reek of my hot semen.
Ignoring me, she bent back down over Susie’s bottom
and started to caress and squeeze the soft heat. Susie wailed – the note was different this
time. It was not a shriek of protest but a softer scream of raw pleasure. The female climax…building…building.
Seconds later I felt Susie jerk like a hooked salmon
across my lap as my step-sister drove first one, then two, then three fingers
tightly into Susie’s wet sphincter.
Susie squirmed as my step-sister pumped.
We left her on the bed, the belt curled up and placed
down on her whipped bottom, turning the light out as we closed her bedroom
door.
My step-sister rubbed the wet patch at my crotch. I
flinched and stepped back a pace. She gently took my hand and placed it up her
skirt between her thighs. She was wet too.
‘Do you want to take me in hand, hmm? Take me to my room, put me across your knee,
and treat me to a little bit of badly needed discipline?’
She saw in my face that I wanted to. Badly. I
felt my stones tumbling once more in my sac. Rolling like fucking dice. And it would be a pair of sixes every throw
with her across my knee getting the belt across her bare arse.
‘Come on, step-bro…it’s…legal…’ she whispered
tauntingly, ‘sort of, I guess.’
And I wanted to come, furiously, shooting my load over
her upturned face, soaking her breasts, drowning her mocking red-lipped mouth.
She read my thoughts. Every dirty damn one of them. She broke into them.
‘I know you want to…empty yourself all over me…sure…OK
…I sort of get that, step-bro…but first, you have to punish me…hmm?’
‘The thing…the thing about punishment and
discipline is…’
‘That we keep it in the family? Fine by me, Daddy!’
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