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Abby gg spank, ds, schoolgirl
email: liznotbeth@hotmail.com
At ten, Abby knew that someday she would be Queen of the World. She
would sit her 5 year old sister down and practice being imperious. "Fetch
and carry, lowly one. Or else all sorts of bad things will happen to
you." Her sister soon learned to fetch and carry as ordered after
experiencing some pretty bad things. Abby delighted in breaking something,
and
blaming it on her sister, who then got the spanking.
Abby's mother quickly learned not to leave Abby's little sister in her
care. When babysitting, a chore she loathed and felt far beneath her,
Abby always seemed to find some excuse to punish her sister, which her
mother could understand, but she became increasingly distressed by the
strange rash which would develop around the young girl's pudendum
shortly after each spanking that Abby claimed was needed. When questioned,
both Abby and her sister were mum, Abby with a convincing look of
perplexity, her little sister with a look of fear. Eventually her parents
divorced, and her sister went to live with her dad, and Abby stayed with
her mom.
In Junior High Abby found herself the center of attention of a small
cadre of boys and girls. These she quickly manipulated, having them do
her homework, donate their dessert at lunchtime, and act as body guards
on the playground. Abby did have her enemies, especially those who
coveted her position.
Though very pretty in her own right, and frequently asked, Abby never
dated as she entered high school. She was known as the quiet girl who
spent nearly all her time with a mousy girl no one else liked, named
Sissy. The two girls ate together at lunch, sat together during free
periods, and were seen to walk home together after school. The "L" word was
whispered by giggling girls behind their hands but nothing could ever
be proven, and besides, every jock claimed to have been in her pants.
After all, they knew Abby wouldn't deign to deny it. She never talked to
anyone, so she never heard the rumors.
As 9th graders Abby and Sissy had just naturally gravitated toward
each other. Sissy was painfully shy, with her thick glasses and slightly
chubby body, Abby with an attitude, an air about her that Sissy knew
deep down she was looking for. After the confusion of the first days in a
new school wore off, Sissy shyly sat across from Abby in the lunchroom.
Abby glanced up and rolled her eyes. She thought it might take longer,
and was hoping for a prettier girl, but this little cupcake would do.
For now, anyway. Abby deliberately ignored the girl until the moment she
blushed and started to get up to change seats.
"You're Sissy, aren't you?" Sissy hurriedly sat back down, blushing
furiously, and pushing her glasses up agreed that she was.
"Um, yes, and you're Abby."
Abby looked around the crowded cafeteria. "Buncha losers, huh?"
Having heard that about herself for most of her life, Sissy thought at
first that Abby meant her, then with a start realized that Abby was
trying to be friendly. Trying with all her might to look and sound cool,
she too glanced around and said, "Yeah, buncha losers." It couldn't have
come out any worse, and Sissy was sure Abby would laugh at her, but she
didn't, and in that moment Sissy fell in love.
Every day for the next few weeks Abby invited Sissy over to her house
to do homework, and gossip, of course. Both being so quiet, they became
largely invisible to the rest of the Freshman class so they heard all
the real juicy stuff. What girls were allowing what boys to get how far,
which girls' boyfriends were cheating on them, and most importantly,
who was cool, and who was a dweeb. The two laughed uproariously about how
seriously "they" all took themselves, feeling far above the fray.
"They call us lesbians, you know," Abby told Sissy one afternoon.
"Does it bother you?"
"Hah, hardly," Sissy replied. "We know better, don't we?"
Gradually the relationship became more defined, with Abby coming to
expect Sissy to subject herself more and more to Abby's will. First it
was small things, like getting cokes, and making snacks for the two of
them. Occasionally Abby would playfully slap at Sissy's hand in glee, or
her thigh, then give a mock warning glance when Sissy tried to return
in kind. Abby also began insisting that Sissy brush her hair, sometimes
for hours. When Sissy would moan that her arm was getting tired, Abby
would dare her to stop. Sissy wondered what would happen if she accepted
the dare, but never did.
One afternoon, Abby sat Sissy in front of her vanity and taught her
how to apply make-up, and fixed her hair in a way that even Abby had to
admit was very attractive. Unfortunately Sissy was blind without her
glasses, and the whole effect was ruined as soon as she put them back on.
"We have just GOT to do something about those clothes! They are the
PITS!" By now Sissy was confident that Abby wasn't just teasing her,
truly believing she found her first best friend ever, so she eagerly
agreed.
"Get out of those things, right now. I bet I have something that will
fit." Sissy hesitated, just as Abby was sure she would. "Come on,
silly, what, are you shy?"
Too embarrassed to admit that she was, in fact, very shy, she
pretended that this was something she did everyday, undress in front of someone
other than herself in the mirror.
Abby smiled to herself and turned away to rummage around in the bottom
of her closet, knowing she was giving Sissy a chance to get started.
She did have some things that would fit, she bought them last night at
the mall, including a few purchases from Victoria's Secret. She hoped she
guessed right on the sizes. It was so hard to judge her size through
the dowdy clothes that Sissy always wore. By the time she turned back
around with a blouse and skirt in her hand, Sissy had stripped down to the
ugliest adolescent underwear that Abby had ever seen. She stifled a
laugh and quickly, to cover it hugged Sissy close.
"Your Mom makes you wear that stuff? What was she thinking!" Sissy
slowly brought her arms up to return the hug, the feel of Abby's hands on
her bare back sending shivers up and down her spine. Abby let go,
handing Sissy the skirt.
"Here, see if this fits."
Abby had guessed perfectly on both the blouse and skirt, and Sissy
stared at the "new" her in the mirror. The clothes were extremely
flattering, even with her bit of extra weight.
"Now, let's see about undies. Get nekkid, girlfriend." Again Abby
turned to the closet. Again by the time she turned back around, Sissy had
only stripped down to her bra and panties. Holding the Victoria's Secret
bra and panties, Abby sat on the bed.
"Um, Abby? I've never been, um, all bare in front of someone else
before."
"Don't be silly, it's just us girls. You don't want me to have to
take you over my knee and give you a spanking, do you?" Abby giggled, and
Sissy, feeling an electric thrill at the thought of it, joined in.
"Really, Abby, I just can't, ok?"
"I guess I'm going to have to give that spanking after all. Get over
my knee you little brat." Giggling like schoolgirls, Abby took hold of
Sissy's wrist and gave it a sharp tug, and Sissy sprawled across Abby's
lap. Abby gave her a few playful slaps, then one much harder one, and
let Sissy slide to the floor at her feet.
"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo," Sissy pretend wailed, over-dramatically rubbing at
pretend tears. Abby put her hand on the head at her knees, and gently
stroked her hair.
"There, there, little girl, Mommy will kiss it better." She lifted
Sissy's face and gently kissed her lips, all laughter gone, now. Lips
still touching, Abby guided Sissy up, then onto her back on the bed. Abby
kissed her chin, and Sissy's head went back, instinctively expecting her
throat to be kissed next, just like in the romance novels she loved,
and it was. Taking hold of the straps at each shoulder, Abby slowly
tugged the bra down past Sissy's nipples, and gently kissed each, making
Sissy inhale sharply with the excitement of it.
Suddenly Abby jumped up. "See? Just us girls, now get going, or it's
another spanking for you, and I mean a real one this time."
Sissy was dizzy with the new sensations. Her bottom tingled from that
last spank. Her nipples were hard, like she just got out of a cold
swimming pool, and the feel of Abby's lips lingered there, and on her
throat, and on her lips. In a half daze she rose to sit on the edge of the
bed, and the bra fell the rest of the way from her breasts, she went to
cross her arm across her nakedness, then stopped. Abby pulled Sissy to
her feet.
"Come on now, girlfriend, snap out of it, and get busy gettin'
nekked." Abby took a seat on the bed to watch. "I love your inny, you know."
Abby reached out and lightly traced a small circle around Sissy's
bellybutton. Sissy reacted as if she had been shocked with a cattle prod.
"Oooo, she's ticklish!" Putting a hand on each hip, Abby quickly pulled
Sissy forward and made a raspberry on her tummy. Sissy screamed with a
burst of uncontrollable laughter, throwing back her head, stamping her
feet and waving her arms. Abby swung her around and lay her back on the
bed, holding her in place with a hand on the top of Sissy's thigh, very
close to the leg band of the silly panties, and her other arm
"accidently" across Sissy's breast, her hand cupping the other. She gave
Sissy a
series of short raspberries, causing her friend to kick her legs and
beat her arms on each side of her. Abby used the opportunity to let the
hand on Sissy's thigh to move higher, now touching the fabric of t!
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e panties. Abby wondered if Sissy knew just how moist and hot she was.
She paused long enough for Sissy to stop laughing, then pulled her
hands away from the intimate touching, as though she was aware that it
might not be appropriate. "Oops, sorry" she said, covering her mouth,
grinning wickedly. She watched Sissy's reaction closely, not because she
didn't know what it would be, but because it turned her on.
Sissy was on fire. "That's, uh, ok, Abby." But it wasn't, was it? It
was wrong, and she knew it, or was it just how it made her feel that
was wrong, or was it ok? Sissy had an all consuming urge to be touched
more, and she knew THAT was wrong.
"All right then, if you won't do it, I will." Abby stood and leaned
over Sissy, and started to tug the panties down.
"Lift up."
Sissy did. The panties were past her most private place, then down her
thighs, past her knees, and Sissy lifted her feet so Abby could finish.
Abby admired the soft dark, sparse triangle of hair, and the half
hidden treasure it would someday hide. "I think you're liking this,
girlfriend, can you smell that?"
Sissy had never been so embarrassed in her whole life, and she sat up
with a start blushing to her toes, which Abby could verify.
"It's alright, Sis, we all get like that when we are tickled...NOT"
Abby giggled, then Sissy giggled, then Abby laughed, then Sissy laughed,
then Abby reached out to hug Sissy and suddenly Sissy knew that it WAS
ok.
They broke the hug. "Now, try these on." Abby was holding up a nearly
sheer pair of bikini panties. There was also a thong, but she thought
she'd save that for later. "Let me help. Put your hands on my
shoulders." Abby got to her knees so that her face was level with the young
pussy
in front of her, and waited for Sissy to lift each foot, then began to
tug the panties up until the gusset was fitted snugly, then tugged a
little more. She watched Sissy's hips squirm as she did.
"How's that feel? Too tight?"
"A little."
"Turn around, lemme see." Sissy turned her back to Abby and Abby for
the first time saw the results of the one spank that she delivered in
earnest. There was her handprint, right in the center of Sissy's right
bottom cheek. " Hey, girlfriend," she said softly, tracing her fingers
over the handprint, "is this what got you all worked up?"
"I guess," Sissy answered, thinking she was talking about Abby's soft
touching.
"Well lemme even things up!" And with that landed a hard spank on the
other cheek, right in the middle.
"HEY! OUCH!" Sissy shrieked, laughing. "What was that one for?"
"You just said you liked it, silly. That's what." Sissy was too
embarrassed to admit that she was misunderstood. Abby gave her another very
hard spank.
"HEEEY!! What was THAT one for??"
"Cause I like it, too, Sis," Abby said with a grin. "Besides, you
should see how it looks. It's like you have make-up on your butt. Ok," she
said getting up. "Lose that bra, and try this one." Sissy reached
behind her to unclasp the bra that had fallen around her waist and Abby took
the opportunity to cup the proffered breasts, looking at them
critically.
"Hmmm. I never thought about it before, but how about some make-up on
your titties?"
"OH NO! Abby, please NO!" The thought of a spanking on her breasts was
more than she could bear. Abby broke out laughing.
"No, silly I mean rouge! Don't worry, girlfriend, we'll keep the
spanks on your butt, ok?"
Sissy was so relieved. "Thanks, Abby."
Abby smiled.
Abby had underestimated the cup size so the bra was also a tight fit,
and Sissy's round firm breasts filled it out nicely. Abby took a step
back to make an appraisal. She had Sissy strike various poses,
explaining that these kind of under things needed to be worn just "so", making
adjustments here and there, and at one point having Sissy bend forward
so she could put both hands inside the bra cups to "readjust" her
breasts. All of this was having the desired effect on Sissy, of course. She
was no longer blushing. She was in full high heat. Finally she allowed
Sissy to dress.
Abby wracked her brain for something that Sissy would absolutely refuse
to do as the two sat cross legged facing each other on the bed.
"So tell me, Sissy, what's it like to get a spanking?"
"Beats me, Abby," both girls laughed at the pun, "I never got one
before."
"Oh, so mine didn't count?" Sissy giggled and blushed.
"Really? Your parents didn't spank you? My mom used to, once or
twice, and I don't remember liking it."
"But your not supposed to like it, Abby, it's supposed to hurt. It's
for punishment, isn't it?"
"Sooo...how come you liked yours, girlfriend?"
"Oh, no, Abby, it hurt and was kinda embarrassing. Really."
"Well, I want to try it. I want you to spank me as hard as I spanked
you." This was stated as an order, not a request.
Sissy was thunderstruck. The idea of hurting her first best friend
ever was beyond the pale. She frantically shook her head. "Please don't
ask me to do that, Abby."
"Then I guess I'm gonna have to spank YOU."
Sissy looked pained, and very nervous. Abby suspected she was also
very, very wet.
"You remember I told you that the next one is gonna be a real one."
"Yes, Abby, I remember." Sissy was so consumed by the need to be
touched more by Abby that she would gladly settle for the touch of a "real"
spanking.
"And real spankings are given on a bare butt, so get busy barin' your
butt, Sissy." This was a critical turning point. The spanking would be
given, and given bare bottom, but whether Sissy acquiesced or not was
very important to Abby, and to the future of the friendship, actually.
Sissy's thoughts were similar, but different in one aspect. She didn't
want to appear too eager. She had no doubt that to refuse meant the end
of the relationship, at least the way the relationship was progressing,
and Sissy was in love. There was so much more she knew that Abby could
teach her. Sissy would die for Abby, and for the fires that Abby lit
inside of her. She was trying so hard to hide her arousal, not because
she was ashamed of it anymore, just still very shy about it, and unsure.
Each time that Sissy thought Abby would kiss her, go farther, be a
"real" girl friend, Abby had left her reeling, and desperate for more. More
what, she could only guess, but more was there, and it was more she
needed. The kind of intimacy that a bare bottom spanking would naturally
entail was the step that Sissy felt was needed to prove to Abby that she
loved her, and would do anything at all that she was asked. And deep
down she knew that Abby would test her...over, and over again. !
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he badly wanted to pass this first one. And she wanted an "A". She
decided to play shy, figuring to pull it off, since it came naturally.
Standing, she held her hands in front of her, waiting for Abby to
swing around to watch. The new clothes made her feel beautiful, and being
in Abby's company made her feel special, and she saw in Abby's eyes that
Abby knew this. Her smile was warm, almost encouraging, but not
expectant, just...curious. With a shuddering sigh she reached for the top
button of her blouse.
For the rest of her life Abby would always compare her relationship
with any lover to this moment. There was no need for Sissy to take off
her blouse, so this was to be a special gift, just for Abby. The gesture
was as profound as offering her virginity.
Sensing the change in her friend, Sissy hurried her pace, sliding the
blouse off her shoulders a moment later. She had kept her eyes
downcast, but now looked up. What she saw in Abby's eyes left no doubt that
her
bra would be next. Her new bra had the clasp is the front, which she
remembered, and her breasts and hard nipples were on display in seconds.
Sissy suddenly realized that she was rushing towards what promised to
be a hard spanking, and her shyness overcame her again. She half
heartedly covered her breasts with crossed arms.
Abby reached out to gently take Sissy's wrists, and put them at her
sides.
"You're doing great, girlfriend, but if you stop now I'll have to add
to your spanking. Do you want that?" Abby put on her best disapproving
face.
Yes! She most certainly did! Maybe that's the "more" she is waiting
for? She wanted, needed another kiss. She wanted, needed to have her
breasts touched again. She nearly groaned with the frustration of it. Was
it worth having her coming spanking added to? Yes, yes, YES!
Sissy had a sudden inspiration. She thought she knew how to lighten
things up some. After quickly shucking off her skirt, she stuck her
tongue out at Abby. "Have to catch me first!" And she scampered out of the
bedroom, laughing and shrieking. Smiling, Abby took up the chase.
Downstairs, through the living room and into the kitchen, they squared
off on opposite sides of the kitchen table.
"You're really gonna get it now, Sissy. Give it up while you're still
ahead." More breathless from laughing than from the chase, Sissy faked
a move left, then took off to the right catching Abby by surprise and
ran back upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind her just as Abby
reached the top of the stairs. The door lock clicked.
"Oh, girrlfrieennd..." Abby called softly through the door. "Better
open up. Unless you want me to use a belt on your butt instead of my
hand."
Oh, no! That would spoil everything! Sissy quickly pushed her panties
down, and off, and unlocked the door. As the door opened and Abby came
inside, Sissy took a few steps back, to stand nude in the center of the
room. "Please just use your hand, Abby. I'm sorry. Really truly I am,
ok?"
Abby walked slowly around her naked little cupcake. "Hmmm. I suppose.
THIS time, anyway." Sissy was so relieved that she wanted to hug her
friend, but stayed still, hands at her sides, allowing Abby to inspect
every inch of her body.
"Hold your elbows behind your back." Sissy did this, knowing her
breasts were thrust forward, inviting...? Abby stood directly in front, and
moved to within an inch, her tee shirt covered nipples just barely
grazing Sissy's bared, erect ones. She gave Sissy a quick peck on the lips.
"Maybe we ARE lesbians, Sissy? Ever think of that?" This was the secret
that Sissy couldn't admit, even to herself, but there was no denying
the dreams, the very wake-up-in-a-heated-sweat erotic dreams she often
had about her best and only friend.
"Yes," Sissy whispered. I love you! she wanted to scream, but remained
silent. Abby moved to Sissy's left side.
"That makes you a very naughty girl, Sis. Bend forward a little."
Sissy bent forward at her waist a little, loving it when Abby called her
"Sis", feeling like they really were, sisters that is. She felt Abby's
hand on her bottom, and jerked forward a little, expecting a slap, but
getting just a caress. Abby cupped Sissy's left breast in her left hand,
and began a flurry of medium hard spanks on Sissy's left bottom cheek.
Then cupping her right breast, a similar flurry landed on her right
bottom cheek. It hurt, and Sissy sensed that she could stop this, but
didn't. She had no intention of stopping it. Abby was holding her breast
in
such a way that her nipple poked out between Abby's fingers, and Abby
would gently squeeze her fingers together occasionally, making Sissy
feel that she was on the verge of...something...something very wonderful.
Abby paused, and gently stroked the hot bottom cheeks, still holding a
breast. "How many was that, Sis?"
"Ahhhhh," she started to speak, but couldn't help gasping when she
felt Abby's fingers trace up and down between her bottom cheeks, so softly
she thought she would die from the pleasure/ tickle of it. "I don't
know, Abby, I wasn't counting."
"You aren't takin' this very seriously, are you, girlfriend?"
"Yesss," The fingers teased lower briefly. "Yes, Abby I am, I swear I
am."
"Hmmm. Maybe a little harder will get your attention. And maybe you
should count them." The fingers stayed briefly still, then boldly Abby put
her finger against Sissy's pussy. She was delighted to find the wetness
there, not just warm and moist, but ready to drip. "And maybe not just
your bottom." Very lightly she tapped her finger against Sissy's
slickened pussy lips. She easily slipped her middle finger into Sissy to
the
first knuckle, the rest of her palm holding the heat of Sissy's bottom
cheek and felt the spasm, the pussy desperate to pull in more of her
finger. Without warning Abby swung her arm to spank as hard as she could.
Sissy took a step forward to keep her balance and emitted a sharp gasp.
A tear sprang unexpectedly to her eye.
"Bend all the way forward, Sis. Here come the hard ones."
Placing her arm around Sissy's waist, and her hand on Sissy's tummy,
Abby began a slow, methodical hard series of spanks, alternating cheeks.
After the first few, once Sissy had found her balance Abby began to
deliberately stroke Sissy's tummy, beginning just above the patch of pubic
hair, then lower and lower, until each hard spank was accompanied by a
stroke of her other hand along Sissy's sex, trying to avoid contact
with the swollen clit. Sissy was making that increasingly difficult,
pushing forward, needing the finger there, just there. That was the spot
that promised "more". With a final hard spank, Abby stopped, and stepped
back, watching Sissy writhe, moan and cry all at once. Sissy slowly
straightened.
"Almost finished, girlfriend. Sit on the bed, hands under your knees."
Doing as directed, her crying stopped for now, Sissy suspected what
was coming next, and though being tapped by the intrusive finger earlier
had frightened her beyond measure, she was now convinced that "more"
was right around this next corner.
"Hold on to your knees, I'm going to push your shoulders." Gently
Sissy was rolled onto her back, and as her feet left the floor she
whimpered quietly. Abby got on her knees, placing her hands on the back of
Sissy's thighs, and gently pushed them apart.
"Mmmm, Sis, you smell wonderful." With those words Abby placed a soft
kiss on the spreading flower in front of her. "Hold your knees, and
stay open, and this will be over in just a few minutes."
Abby aimed carefully, using all that she had learned from practicing
on her little sister. Her palm spanked the now deep red bottom cheeks,
but the tips of her fingers struck the wet pussy lips, splashing
droplets of cum onto her face, which she eagerly licked off. At the moment
she
was certain that Sissy was right at the edge, she paused.
"One last one, girlfriend, then I'll kiss it better." The slap was
sharp, catching all of the area she wanted, her fingertip striking
directly on Sissy's clit and Abby watched fascinated as Sissy's pussy lips
opened and contracted, pushing a steady flow of clear fluid accompanied by
a high keening interspersed with panting and gasps. How great was it
that Sissy came from the slap, and not from the expected kiss? Sissy's
distended clit was irresistible so Abby flicked it lightly with her
tongue, keeping Sissy in her throes for minutes longer.
The following weeks brought about a new after school routine. At
school, to all outward appearances, nothing had changed. Abby and Sissy
still spent all their free time together, speaking quietly only to each
other, but the nature of the talk had changed somewhat. "Have you been
naughty today, Sis?" "Yes, Abby, I have been very naughty and need a
spanking really bad," Sissy would typically reply, keeping both girls in
a
high state of humor and arousal throughout the day. Neither girl cared
for the mess of menses, so they complained to their doctors about
painful, irregular periods and did away with them altogether. The hormones
in
the birth control shots had an interesting and opposite effect on the
girls. Sissy became more feminine, Abby became more comfortable with her
assertiveness. At least that's what the girls rationalized, explaining
the increasingly D/S component of their relationship, which they both
wallowed in.
Once inside the door, Abby would bark out orders. "Strip." "Snacks."
"Uniform." Together they had found a uniform and costume store, and to
the amusement and ultimate pleasure of the pretty young clerk picked out
a French maid uniform. Abby let Sissy change in the fitting room for
the first try on, then engaged the clerk in a critical appraisal while
Sissy stood blushing hotly.
"Turn around, and bend forward a bit." Sissy turned, and assumed the
now second nature spanking position, holding her elbows behind her back,
bent slightly forward at the waist. Abby was disappointed. "It should
be shorter, don't you think, um..."
The clerk held out her hand. "I'm Claire." The two shook hands.
"So, Claire, I'm thinking a little shorter, so I can just see her
bottom when she is bent over like that. What do you think?"
Abby had Sissy straighten, went behind her, and reaching around
through Sissy's arms, cupped her breasts from behind. "And a little too big
here. She'd look like a slut every time she bent over with the top so
loose, don't you agree? Bend forward, Sis."
Claire turned away, looking around to make sure they were alone, then
went and locked the front door. She came back, and with one finger on
her chin appeared to consider carefully.
"Better without the bra, too, I think, though I must compliment her
taste. It's beautiful and very sexy."
"See? You can see her bra. And a size smaller? Do you have the same
thing in a two?"
Claire rushed back with another, and handed it to Sissy, who turned to
head for the fitting room.
"Just us girls, Sis, you know what that means."
Sissy was afraid it was going to come to this, but knew that here was
another test to pass. "Yes, Abby. Of course." Claire moved around
behind Sissy, and reached for the zipper.
"Here, let me give you a hand. It's my job, you know." The zipper came
down and Claire pushed the sleeves down Sissy's arms. The uniform fell
in a heap at her ankles. Hurriedly she moved around to in front of
Sissy and put her hands on the bra clasp, her knuckles very deliberately
brushing the insides of the lace covered breasts. She looked over her
shoulder at Abby.
"And lose the bra, right?"
Abby nodded.
Claire's smile was wicked and Sissy chose to look at the ceiling
rather than at her breasts being bared by this strange woman. Cringing, she
endured blatant touching and prodding, unseen by Abby but Sissy assumed
Abby knew what was happening. Then more touching, in the most intimate
places as Claire assisted her into the smaller uniform. Again she was
modelled, placed in various poses. Satisfied, Abby stepped back.
"Sis, you naughty girl, you've got Claire all worked up, just like I
get. Go help her the way I taught you how to help me when that happens.
And Claire, if you think she needs anything else you go right ahead.
Sis won't mind, will you, Sis?"
Sissy strengthened her resolve to pass any and all tests, and admitted
that no, she wouldn't mind. Without being asked or told, she went
across Claire's lap when she took a seat in a chair that appeared. The short
uniform skirt was already half way up her bottom, but Claire pushed it
the rest of the way, then un-gently tugged down the tiny panties. There
was no call for that, Sissy thinks, I'm already bare bottom for
goodness sakes.
The spanking started fast and furious, and very, very hard. Sissy
began kicking almost at once, and soon the panties were just a memory,
ending up first at her left foot, then flying across the room after being
kicked off. Claire pushed Sissy's outside knee off her lap, effectively
spreading her legs, and began spanking just as hard inside Sissy's
thighs. This wasn't being loved, this wasn't foreplay, it was outright
punishment, and it was all Sissy could do to not give Claire the
satisfaction of crying out loud. She couldn't help the tears, though. Finally
it
was over, and Sissy slipped off Claire's lap, and knelt between her
thighs. Dutifully she reached under Claire's dress and began to tug the
panties off. Free now of anything coming between Sissy's mouth and her
pussy, Claire scooted forward and threw back her head as Sissy expertly
tongued and kissed her to a quick cum. Sissy stood and went to Abby, and
allowed herself to be held closely, her face buried in the warm n!
a!
pe of her lover's neck, while Abby waited for Claire to recover. Abby
kissed Sissy's face and ear, then whispered "I have a very special treat
for you, girlfriend. Just follow along, ok?" Sissy sobbed a last sob
and nodded her head.
Claire opened her eyes and stretched. "God, that was wonderful,
and..."
"Mean?" Abby's tone became suddenly very threatening.
"But I thought..."
"That you could take advantage of my retarded sister? How dare you?
Who's your boss, I want her number right now!"
Claire was completely flabbergasted. What on earth was happening here?
A sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed her, and fear. A retarded girl?
Hadn't she been invited to...suddenly she wasn't so sure. She began to
doubt what she was sure in her lust she had heard. Sissy started a
convincing display of fresh tears. (What a team we are, thinks Abby. Who
can
stop us?) Claire was at a complete loss for words, and belatedly
realized that she was sitting splayed and naked from the waist down. She
quickly closed her legs and tugged her dress down.
"I don't understand, Abby. I didn't know she was retarded. I mean, if
I'd known..."
"So you only beat customers who aren't retarded? What kind of place is
this? I want to talk to your boss. NOW!"
Sissy began to wail, crying harder. "Abby, she's so mean. Can we go
home now?"
Abby stroked Sissy's hair. "Not until I see this woman punished for
what she has done, Sis. Just be still."
Sis...of course...sister. What was she thinking? Clearly the girl was
retarded, and her sister was helping her learn a useful skill. What an
idiot she had been! Had her subconscious filled in the invitation to
spank her?
Punish. Abby said punish, and she clung to the word like a life
preserver.
"Um, punish. Yes. Abby, you must understand, I sorta lost it I guess.
I got a little stoned at lunch and I thought..."
"Thought you'd rape my sister? Enough excuses. Either give me your
boss's phone number or I'm going to call the police. She's only 13, you
know."
Oh, GOD!! what had she done?? "Th...thirteen?" Claire's head was
spinning and she swore off pot forever right then and there. IF it wasn't
too late, that is. "You said punish. Yes, I should be punished. Really,
Abby, I am so truly sorry, but please can we not call my boss, or the
police?" Claire was desperate. At this point she would agree to anything
short of being strung up by her thumbs. In the very back of her mind
she wondered if she might even agree to that.
"Did you have something in mind?" Abby asked coldly.
The life preserver was just within her grasp. Completely cowed now,
Claire could only croak out, "Anything?"
Abby let go of Sissy and went to stand in front of Claire, hands on
her hips, with her best "Imperious" look. "Careful what you ask for," she
warned quietly.
"Really, Abby, anything. God knows I deserve it. I didn't know she was
a retar..." Her voice trailed off, watching anxiously as Abby went over
to the rack holding a number of belts, and shuddered as Abby ran her
hands through them. Looking for something in particular? NOW what has she
gotten herself into?
"Come here, Sis, and pick one out." Sissy was barely able to suppress
her laughter, and very nearly lost it when she saw the look on Claire's
face. But then she recalled her spanking, and how there was no love in
it, in fact, it was almost as though Claire hated her for some reason.
Her own anger welled up and she picked a good quality, but well used
thick leather belt, about 2 inches wide, and very supple. She doubled it
and swished it through the air, accidently hitting her own leg. Even
the practice swing with a glancing blow hurt! This would do just fine.
"She looks pretty mad, Claire. Do you need me to hold you?"
Claire and an old boyfriend had toyed around with power exchange games
a few years back, and then Claire had found it fun, and different. But
she knew this would be much different. "Um, I think that's probably a
good idea, Abby."
"Stand up and take your dress off." Claire knew she would be nude
without it, but didn't see a way that she could object. Abby's sister had
been all but naked during her spanking. She stood and quickly pulled the
dress over her head, and let it drop to the floor. Abby turned the
chair around and placed it in front of Claire's knees. She reached and took
Claire's wrists, and pull her forward so that with her hands on the
back of the chair, she approximated Sissy's spanking position, but
considerably less comfortable with the chair digging into her knees. Claire
dropped her head and allowed her hair to hide her face.
"Please not too hard?" she squeaked. Sissy took her position and
placed her hand on Claire's breast, but rather than caress it, she took the
nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Claire gasped
softly at the first touch, now she sucked in her breath with the pain. The
belt landed a second later, and the shock of the pain was so great
Claire forgot that she could scream. The fingers holding her nipples were
like a vice, holding her in place, and the hands on her wrists were
equally unforgiving. This time she listened for, and heard the swoosh of
the belt before it struck. Knowing it was coming was cold comfort. She
still barely had time to clench her bottom. This time she yelped. Her
eyes had filled with tears so she didn't see the fingers let go of her
nipple, she sighed with that small relief, then she gasped again as it
moved to her other nipple which was also taken between thumb and
forefinger. The belt landed again, and Claire realized why the fingers cha!
n!
ged nipples. The nipple being pinched was the cheek being whipped.
Again this was cold comfort. Knowing where to expect the belt to land was
like knowing what bone was going to break. The second time the belt
landed on her right bottom cheek Claire could no longer hold it in, and
screamed, albeit softly. Abby must have given her sister some sign,
because the fingers were taken from her nipple, and Claire sensed the girl
stepping back. Was that it? She dared to hope.
Abby spoke. "Another sound, and I will gag you with your panties. Or
would you prefer that I just do that now?"
Claire shook her head, but her heart sank knowing this meant that they
weren't done with her. She vowed to be as brave as Abby's sister had
been.
The doubled belt landed again, high on her right hip, this time
without the dreadful nipple pinch, and was followed by another, high on her
left hip. Must have been a backhand swing, Claire thinks absently. The
belt was landing more frequently now, and Claire bit her lip to keep
from crying out. As Abby's sister gained confidence in her swing, they
became harder and harder. She felt a sharp tug on her wrists, her hands
lifted from the back of the chair, and pulled forward. Claire found that
the only way to keep her balance was to open her knees to go around the
seat of the chair. This left her much more exposed than she would have
preferred, but again she really couldn't complain. Claire had landed
some pretty hard spanks inside Abby's sister's thighs and figured rightly
that this was what was intended for her.
The belt landed differently now, tentatively at first. She must have
un-doubled it, Claire thinks. This was worse, since the tip snapped onto
her skin with a more concentrated sting. Claire dreaded her punisher
getting the hang of it. But she soon did. The tip was landing inexpertly
aimed, but much more effectively painful. Please don't miss, she
thinks, her legs spread wide now around the chair seat, her belly against
the
back. She began crying loudly, no matter how hard she tried not to, and
with each close call to her exposed pussy she shrieked quietly.
Suddenly her worst fear was realized as the tip of the belt landed
squarely on her pussy. Unable to pull free of the hands on her wrists, she
could only scream.
"Oh please, not there again, please, I beg you. I can't stand it!"
Claire's pleas fell on deaf ears. The belt landed again, in exactly the
same place, and Claire was sure she was going to faint. Then she was sure
that she WAS fainting seeing the floor rapidly coming towards her face.
Abby had let go, and she was sinking. A moment later she found herself
on her side on the floor, gasping for air and holding her poor abused
pussy. She looked up to see Abby's sister standing astride her, and
understood what was expected. She rolled painfully onto her back as Abby's
sister descended over her face. The first touch of the girl's wet pussy
on her lips was electric, and she extended her quivering tongue. She
heard as if from far away 2 soft thumps near her head and Knew that Abby
had knelt down, and as her sister rocked gently, stimulating herself
against Claire's nose she heard them kissing, and cooing to each other.
She kept her tongue extended, and swallowed the woman juice whic!
h!
was flowing freely into her mouth until she felt the young girl cum.
She licked her lips and panted, trying to catch her breath.
Abby's sister rose, and Claire saw her go over to her street clothes,
and begin to change. Abby helped her up and sat her back into the
chair.
"Box that," she said, pointing to the uniform. "We are really gonna
have to party sometime, you're a cutey." Abby gave her a kiss on the
lips, and the two girls left the store with their purchase, giggling like
mad as soon as they were a few yards down the sidewalk. Claire sat back,
hurting, and stunned. Slowly she realized what had just happened, and
she smiled to herself, despite the throbbing of the welts on her ass.
Yes, they really needed to party sometime.
Whew.
The uniform, along with a tiny thong was to become the only thing that
Abby would allow Sissy to wear when they knew they would have their
privacy, which was most afternoons until 5:30 or so. Abby would plop down
on the sofa and put her feet up, waiting for Sissy to appear, in
uniform, with her coke and snack. If she didn't specify, this was usually
something simple like Ritz crackers and peanut butter, but sometimes Abby
was in the mood for peeled, sliced carrots, or sometimes she had Sissy
decide. This was always a test, and they both were well aware of it.
Sometimes Abby wanted to spank, though they hadn't talked about it
earlier. Sometimes, Sissy wanted to BE spanked. If the snack was an unopened
jar of pickles...
Then the foot massage. Abby would watch a soap opera while Sissy
lovingly looked after her feet. Sissy was always amazed that they never had
any unpleasant odor, though she was biased, and maybe to some Abby's
feet stunk to high heaven. Sissy especially loved to be allowed to take
Abby's toes into her mouth and suck them. Abby wasn't always in the mood
for that, though. On those days Sissy had a vague lonely feeling, an
unfulfilled aching deep in the pit of her soul.
Next was spanking time, if it was a spanking day. There were fewer and
fewer of these as time went on, both girls becoming more content to
simply cuddle, and kiss, and eventually make love. The spankings were
largely formal affairs, Abby gaging Sissy's need, and Sissy doing the same.
They would compromise on a number, or so Abby allowed Sissy to believe,
and Sissy would assume her standing, bent slightly position, now
holding up the back of her uniform skirt instead of holding her elbows.
Abby's hand would go into the front, cupping each breast corresponding to
the cheek she was concentrating on. These spankings were hugely erotic,
though somewhat painful for Sissy, and always led to torrid lovemaking,
Abby taking special care to kiss everything better.
Abby had Sissy slowly appear in public, especially in school, looking
just a little prettier each week. She treated Sissy to a pair of
contact lenses, and the day she appeared in school without her glasses she
was treated like a new girl, flirted with by the boys, looked at
jealously by the girls. It was only when lunch time came, and the two girls
were in their usual place that the rest of the Freshman class realized
that this was Sissy, the mousy girl no longer. Abby was delighted with her
prize.
A painfully shy looking girl, with thick glasses and mousy hair
quietly took a seat at their table.
Sissy rolled her eyes.
fin
Dedicated with affection to Jen, and she knows who :)
liz
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