Perverts 'R' Us
Meet the Estersons - Chapter 2
By Maker of Paddles ( F/f/b, spank, enema )
makerofpaddles@hotmail.com
Chapter 2 - A new era dawns
In that continuum, somewhere between earth and sky, that land of pleasant thought and timeless reverie, Carol's mind drifted in a pleasant daydream. At seventeen and not really popular with the boys at schools, mainly because her parents will not let her go out on car dates, she dreams of finding her own Prince Charming some day. Her dalliance is rudely interrupted by the strident voice of her mother. A mother, obviously from the tone and inflection of her voice, more than mildly miffed.
"Carol Lynn" her mother's voice rising with that upward inflection on the last syllable that strikes fear in the heart of children. Worse than fingernails on a blackboard, it causes chills and trembling in those familiar with its implied consequence. "Carol Lynn, answer me," a bit more stridency indicating growing impatience. "Carol Lynn Esterson, you had better answer me and get your sorry little ass down here when I call you. Do you hear me!" Now with first, middle and last name, pronounced and coupled to an implied threat, this is a young lady in trouble.
"Yes, Mother, I'm coming, I'm coming," as she stumbles down the steps, she wildly searches her memory for what possible breach of conduct has caused her mother to erupt in anger this time. Carol is all too aware that the probable consequence of the exchange about to take place will have her backside absorbing the ire of her mother.
As she reaches the bottom of the steps, she is confronted by her mother, tight-lipped, arms crossed, and eyes blazing. Mrs. Esterson is a large and imposing woman, and right now is quite angry. "Young lady, I just got off the phone with your History teacher Mrs. Jones, and she certainly did not have anything to say that pleased me," her words running together in a breathless rush. "And now just what do you have to say for yourself, hmmmmm?" Before the now very flustered and scared Carol Lynn Esterson can answer, her mother continues her tirade. "Letting someone copy off your test paper is as bad as cheating yourself, how could you!"
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Carol now realizes her attempt at 'buying' some friendship and recognition from one of the more popular girls in the class, Susan Stephens, has gotten her in hot water. Her mother continues, "you know very well young lady, cheating is not condoned, nor will it ever be, in this house, and I'm going to make sure you will remember that." "Bertha Jones is a very good friend of mine, and I am absolutely mortified that she had to witness your stupid behavior. Furthermore, I assured her that it would be the last time you ever did such a thing."
Carol's stomach, no longer with a sinking feeling, is now in knots; and her bladder is sending urgent signals to her panicked brain, it wants to empty now! Oh God, she thinks, this is going to be bad, really bad. She hasn't a clue as to how bad this time is going to be yet; she soon will however. Her hands behind her back, fingers twisting and twinning, in an unconscious effort to protect her backside; her legs squeezed together trying to stifle the urge her bladder is demanding, she is nearly frozen with fear as her mother continues her tirade. "I will not be subjected to the embarrassment of your errant behavior, and I am going to make you sorriest young lady in town!" Catching her breath, her mother goes on "You haven't answered me yet. What do you have to say for yourself, and it better be good?"
"I don…I don't know" she chokes out, tears now starting to run down her cheeks. "I didn't know she was copying off my paper."
"Didn't know…didn't know you say" now at a siren's fever pitch, her mother screams "You most certainly do know, and adding lying to cheating is going to get you a paddlin' you never dreamed of. Bertha said she couldn't believe it when she saw you move your arm so Susan could see you answers." she said, "I thought you had done a better job raising Carol. Well mark you well, young lady, I'm going to do some raisin' right now, raisin' welts on your behind like you've never had. You get in that living room right now, I'll be right there, and this conversation is far from over. And over the chair is what you are going to be, as I make you the sorriest young lady in this town."
Carol's manner almost brightened a little. Whew, she thought maybe she's only blowing off steam, maybe it won't be all that bad after all. If I was sent to my room, I know she would be in and do it on my bare bottom, but maybe not this time if it's in the living room and Dad isn't here.
From the back of the house her mother's voice calls out, "Robert, Robert Edward, where are you? Get in here now, right now!"
"What does she want him for?" wonders Carol, what did he do, she's yelling at him too. Coming through the house she hears her mother, "Robert Edward, you get in that living room, and you wait there 'til I get the paddle." The fear and anxiety Carol has felt is now tinged with real fear. Both of them, she and Robert and her mother with the paddle, this is not going to be good. This is far out from the norm.
Robert, Carol's younger brother, enters the living room, panic showing on his face, as he looks questioningly at his sister, and now confusion as he sees her fearful look. He shrugs his shoulders in sort of a, what's this? They don't have long to wait, as Mrs. Esterson enters the room brandishing the paddle at her son, "Robert Edward, you mark what I'm about to say, and mark it well, we don't tolerate cheatin' or lyin' in this house in any way, and you sister has done both, absolutely mortifying me, beyond what I can abide." Turning to a now terrified girl, "Carol Lynn you get them jeans and panties down now and bend yourself over the arm of your father's chair."
Carol, with a look of absolute shock on her face, "Mother, no, not here, not in front of Robert, Pleeesase No! I can't !" Wrong answer! Carol has just made a tactical error!
Grabbing her daughter's arm, her mother shoves her toward the arm of the chair and forces her over it. Thwack, thwack, thwack, resounds through the living room, echoed by owh owh oowhow from Carol. "Don't you dare tell me what you won't do, when I tell you to," thwack, thwack, thwack, accompanied by further sounds of discomfort from the girl. "Robert is going to learn a lesson from this, so maybe I don't have to go through it with him. He's going to witness your punishment for embarrassing me and this family." Dragging her back to a standing position the girl's mother exclaims "now are you going to get those jeans and panties down?"
Carol, now beyond scared, makes her second big mistake; "I won't," she wails, "do it in front of Robert, it's too embarrassing."
With a quickness, surprising for her size, Carol's mother grabs her daughter, spins her around to face her, and glaring at her almost nose to nose says, almost quietly, considering the previous screaming, "as long as you are in this house you will do what you are told, when you are told, or you will suffer the consequences, and the consequences for your continued unacceptable behavior are going to be most extreme and severe." Now a little louder the lecture continues, "do you hear me, you will not defy me, nor will you refuse to do what I say now, or in the future, and you are going to forever, remember, and rue the day that you defied me." "Now, get that sorry bottom of yours bare and get over the arm that chair, before I loose what's left of my patience, young lady!" This last almost back to a level best described as screaming.
Children, many times when saner thinking should prevail, fail in this area, and compound their already precarious position. Carol is no exception; willfulness to a fault has been her downfall before. With a huff and a hateful look at her mother, she unsnaps and unzips her jeans and roughly shoves them down to about mid-thigh. Long experience of the children of the Esterson household has taught them that, "bare to the knees" is the accepted standard when one is preparing for punishment.
As she slowly turns to again face the arm of the chair, Carol's mother propels her own her way with "defy me you may now, but when I'm done, I doubt you will again. I will not tolerate your bad attitude."
The girl has barely turned when, keer-whack! her mother with a full arm swing of the wooden paddle, literally drives her against the arm of the over stuffed chair. "Yeow" Carol yells. A second, keer-whack, doubles her over the arm of the chair, as she cries out in pain, and a bit of terror, now realizing she has made a bad situation much worse.
"Robert! Robert get over here" Robert who has remained rooted, frozen as a statue, where he stopped when he first entered the room, moves slowly, woodenly as if in a trance towards his mother. "Hurry up or you'll be next" quips his mother, "get her jeans off her legs, for me, all the way off."
Robert quickly complies and scurries back out of his mother's reach, just in case. To say Carol is now mortified beyond what she could have previously comprehended, is probably an understatement. The thin cotton panties that Carol is still wearing will be scant protection from the ministrations of the wooden paddle.
"Now Robert," says his mother, "go to the bathroom and under the sink, get me one, no, make it two, of those Fleet enemas that are under there. We're going to wash that willful attitude right out of you, young lady."
Carol wails "No, please, don't pleeease."
"And now for you, young lady, it is just beginning, so save your whining" with that, the sounds of a heavy paddle meeting a bottom end resound through the house, accompanied by bitter wails and cries. Thwack, keer-whack, smaaack, the subtle variations of sound as the paddle strikes selected spots on the still panty-clad buttocks or the bare thighs. After about a dozen stokes Robert has returned with two Fleet enemas, which he as well as Carol are no stranger to. Whether his haste was from fear of his mother's wrath, or not wanting to miss any of the action, we don't know.
Carol's mother pauses in her exercise. Remarking now, as if lecturing a class "humiliation and embarrassment are part of a good session of punishment is what Dr. Lysinger said," so saying Carol's mother grabs the waistband of her cotton panties and literally rips them off her daughter's body. Carol has ceased to resist or comment, sobbing her remorse into the seat of the chair, wishing now desperately that she hadn't provoked her mother. Her buttocks and thighs are showing bright red marks and streaks from the chastisement her mother has provided so far.
Robert is in shock, one might say. Never has he seen his mother in this mode of action before. Paddlings by their mother have normally been done privately in the children's bedroom. Never has he seen his sister paddled, never has he seen his sister's bare bottom, and never has a sibling been part of the punishment of the other. Now things are going to a new and awesome level and he's not sure that he wants to be here. Morbid curiosity, coupled with fear however, keeps his presence and attention.
Aware that Robert is somewhat confused by the situation, his mother almost kindly says, "Robert, you are going to give your sister those enemas."
"Oh nooo" comes the muffled wail of his sister, only to be answered by an awful Craaak, as the paddle, wielded in a full arm swing, comes in contact with bare buttocks for the first time.
"Ohweee, oh, oh," with her legs kicking back and forth, complains Carol.
Poor Robert, you almost have to have sympathy for the mix of confusion, fear and awe, he is now experiencing. "Take them both out of the box and come over behind your sister, you might as well learn something about a girl's body now, as well as not. If Robert's mind is in a whirl, consider the predicament Carol has got herself in, and her absolute mortification as she realizes her bratty kid brother is about to literally 'stick it up her butt'. How many times has she told him, "Oh, go stick it up your butt." Well now the tables are turned and she is not happy. Neither is her bladder, for that matter. Things are now much worse in that area, particularly pressed against the arm of the chair.
"You've had these before, Robert, so you know something about how it's done, I'll tell you how to do it step by step," says his mother. "Take the cover off the tube, yes that's right, now hold it in one hand, and with your other hand, sort of spread your sister's bottom cheeks apart a little, so you can clearly see what you are doing" As Carol's mother quietly explains the procedure that Robert is familiar with as a recipient, the boy calms down a bit, and is now avidly looking at female anatomy he has never seen before. Taking advantage of the opportunity to embarrass Carol even more, her mother goes on to comment to Robert, although quite unnecessarily at this point, that he should see that there are differences between girls and boys. "Yeah right," thinks Robert, "like I can't see that, and I really want to see more, but I'm not saying a word. I don't want to be trading places." Carol on the other hand is thankful for two things, she can hide her face, which is as red from embarrassment as her bottom is from the paddling; that, and she isn't being paddled right now, although it might just be preferable. When you are at the extreme end of your luck, any small concession is worthy of note.
"OK, now Robert," directs his mother, "line the tube up with the center of her little hole there, her anus to be correct, and slowly push it in." A moan from Carol indicates the successful completion of the maneuver. As the tube slides into his sister, Robert is now suddenly aware of a problem, he's getting an erection. As the tube slid into his sister, his penis literally sprung into rigidity. Not too much of a problem, bent over like he is right now, and at eyeball level with his sister's 'pussy'; and oh that word doesn't do it justice he thinks, as his hormones are suddenly taking over his thought process.
"OK now," his mother interrupts his thoughts, squeeze the bottle part as tightly and as completely as you can. Not really adept at this yet, there is some in and out movement of the nozzle as Robert attempts to follow his mother's instructions. Attempting to comply quickly with his mother's direction, Robert vigorously squeezes the Fleet enema solution into his sister's rectum, electing another verbal response from her.
"Now Robert," continues his mother, "remove the nozzle, and let's see if we can get what's left into your sister, I want her good and full." Removing the container and nozzle from his sister's backside his mother continues, "Hold it upright and unscrew the cap, let some air into the bottle part, screw the cap on and give it to her again. Hurry up; there is still another one to go." Robert, with the Fleet enema back together, nervously spreads his sister's nether cheeks slightly apart. As the nozzle end touches his sister's anus it involuntarily contracts, causing his aim to be deflected a little, and sending the nozzle towards the wrong orifice. "No Robert, wrong place. Try again" corrects his mother. Robert is more than a little bit rattled, his mind awhirl and his hormones raging, making it hard for him to concentrate, let alone have any rational thought. Without too much difficulty, he gets the nozzle in place a second time, eliciting another moan from Carol, squeezing the enema bottle, with attendant movement of the nozzle and Carol groans again.
"Ok Robert, get ready with the second one," directs his mother. As Robert removes the first enema and fumbles with the second, his mother gently pushes him out of the way, as a swish and a whaaack, followed by an "Owwoooh," as Carol indicates both surprise and anguish. "Didn't want you to forget what you are here for, and there's more to come" says her mother. "Now Robert, finish her up with that second, just like the first one, I've got to answer the phone." And with that Mrs. Esterson sweeps out of the room.
Silence reigns as the two teenagers separately contemplate the recent events and their present situation. One is a very sorry and anguished young lady with a burning bottom, a painfully full bladder, and completely distraught from embarrassment. . The other a confused, somewhat bewildered, young man, whose hormones are raging, definitely making it difficult for him to think and act coherently, which he needs to do; lest he incur the wrath of a parent on the warpath.
Robert moves to complete his assigned task, "Sis, I gotta do this er' I'll be in trouble too."
As he attempts to spread Carol's buttocks getting ready to insert the second enema, "Just do it and get it over with" is Carol's muffled reply, "I've gotta go and go soon." Robert spreads his sister's buttocks and lines up the tube of the second dose, and slowly pushes it into his sister. This again elicits a slight moan from the recipient. Taking his time to squeeze in the liquid, he studies the female anatomy displayed before him, his attention now riveted to the bare charms in front of him.
"Get on with it Robert, I haven't got all day" as his mother comes breezing back into the room.
Snapped out of his contemplation he mumbles, "almost done, mother," as he pulls the enema from his sister's bottom.
"Good, 'cause I've got things to do, now move out of the way, watch and learn."
With a slight shove to Robert, she picks up the paddle, and without further warning slams one into the bare bottom of Carol, eliciting a terrible wail of anguish. "Holler you will when I'm done, so you might as well save your breath, young lady." Thwack. "Oowww."
"This is going to be one you will remember for some time to come" The chorus of thwack and ooww continues, punctuated by a continuing diatribe from mother for what to Carol seems an eternity. Finally with a solid full swing to the now flaming backside of Carol, "now young lady pick up your clothes and you may go to the bathroom."
Carol wastes no time in scurrying off to relieve herself, and contemplate the harsh and embarrassing session she has just endured. Robert, likewise, is availing himself of the opportunity to escape. He sure doesn't want to be the next object of his mother's wrath, and he has something he wants to take care of. However, his aroused condition does not go unnoticed by his mother. With a slight and knowing smirk, she heads to the other part of the house, returning with a bottle of lotion in her apron pocket.
"Robert, Robert come here, I want you to take care of something for me." Robert is thinking he would rather take care of his problem, but quickly responds to his mother's call. "Coming mother," as he stumbles back down the steps. "Your sister will be in her room shortly, I want you to rub this cream all over her backside and thighs. She will object I'm sure, but do it anyway. I have too much to do in the kitchen for supper. And, oh yes, while you are at it, remind her she will have a session with her father when he gets home."
Now Carol, who has heard all of this exchange, which took place in the hallway right outside the powder room where she fled to after the session in the living room, can't believe her ears. Oh my God, she can't be serious….I'm not going to let him touch me! And like I didn't know I'm going to get it again when dad gets home. That I'm sure not looking forward too, damn I'm sore. Everything else may have changed, but I didn't think that had. Carol is referring to the second session with the other parent following a punishment session. She really beat the crap out of me; and in front of Robert, and an enema, oh dear, I'll not be able to even face Robert again. And now she wants to embarrass and humiliate me even more with Robert. Her contemplation of her miserable state is rudely interrupted by a loud bang on the door.
"Quit your whimpering, wipe yourself, and get to your room, young lady; and you might as well not put your jeans and panties back on yet, I've told Robert to come up and rub lotion on you." A dejected and embarrassed Carol slowly complies with her mother's orders and finishes up on the toilet, dreading the nude trip to her room, and the attendant ministrations from that brat of a brother.
Robert, meanwhile, is a young man whose mind is in a spin. Raging hormones, and totally off the wall behavior from his mother have this young man completely off balance, wanting only to have some quiet private time to himself, for some personal ministrations of his own, yet not wanting to miss one minute of the unfolding drama. Yes, and hoping he doesn't become the object of his mother's ire. Giving his sister time to settle down in her room he knocks on the door, "sis, can I come in?"
"Go away, you're not going to touch me, I don't care what mother says," wails Carol.
"But I gotta do this or Mom will be mad" is Roberts concerned reply.
"No, is what I said, and no way are you going to see me or touch me. Now go away and leave me alone."
"Carol Lynn, do I need to come up there?" her mother calls out from the kitchen.
Hearing his mother's comment Robert slowly opens the door to Carol Lynn's room. Carol Lynn is lying on her tummy on her bed, quietly sobbing, her flaming red buttocks and thighs on display.
"I gotta do this or she'll beat me, sis" as Robert sits on the bed.
"Oh God I hurt, I can't believe what she did to me" is Carol's muffled wail.
Robert is avidly surveying his sister's naked form as he starts to apply the lotion to the reddened skin, his erection now more pronounced than ever.