Spanking my Wife's Sisters

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The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.”

Your analysis of the young Clare and the rest of that family dynamic after Peter’s father remarried is pretty spot on. It was a terrible environment for Peter as a young man, and young Clare was the stepsister from hell. The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” Was the strap Susan was spanked with the new two-tailed tawse y'all just got in the mail last Saturday? If you let me know what chores you’d like him to do each day,” Clare said, “I can put him to work when he gets home. I can supervise to make sure he does them right, and that he does them efficiently, so he has time left to study and do his homework.” I still loving dressing up. No, my sister never got a chance to spank me again. Yes, I got caught again – but not by mum. But I still love giving and receiving spanks. My lovely bride of 35 years is also into ‘love spanking’ and we sometimes play out mum and child, with both of us taking different roles at different times – but I’m always the female!Hmmm what do we have under here little brother?” My sister enthusiastically said as she snapped the waistband of my underwear playfully a few times. Yes,” Clare said. “It will be good experience to prepare me for when I find and marry the right man.” The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom.

I was the youngest and only got play spankings or gave play spankings . My parents beloved and we believe with our girls that real spankings are a parents responsibility. When I was just a sprout of about eight, I really started noticing my sister’s underwear was different than my own. This was in the 50s, when girls of about 12 or so started wearing ‘big girl’ underwear. Note: This story, “Auntie 3 – Stepsister,” is the third chapter in a series that describes the change brought to a family by the introduction of a powerful woman. This chapter continues the scene set in Auntie 2 – Stepmother . The series begins here: Auntie 1 . }There were times she would do something she wasn't supposed to do and she would ask me to give her a spanking instead of telling our mom. Unlike the play spankings, she understood it would be a real spanking and it was always administered bare bottom over my knee. When I was giving her a real spanking, I only used my hand. Like if she wanted me to cover her chores so she could play with her friends. She would ask me to do her share of the chores and told me she would let me spank her. I would agree, and sit down, she would bare her bottom and lay across my lap. I'd spank her by hand, hard enough to leave her bottom a nice shade of red and she would be teary eyed. She would stand up and sniffling but would tell me "thank you" as she pulled her pants up and then would go about her business. What was that?" she wrinkles her nose in what must have been some mix between anger and disgust, but it comes off looking cute anyway. His stepmother glanced in his direction, clearly irritated by his remarks. Given his situation, he’d have been smarter to keep his mouth shut.