By Louetta

Robin and I get our birthday spankings.



Somewhere along the line my brothers decided it would be a nice
annual custom if they administered a spanking to my younger
sister Robin and I on our birthdays. Since the birthdays fell
only four days apart they also decided the spankings would be
administered at the same time. And they further decided that to
heighten our embarassment we would be spanked on our bare
bottoms. And after the first few annual events it was decided
that in fact we would be naked, just to add a bit of extra
interest.

I enjoyed this. Robin hated the whole idea. It wasn't so much the
pain as the indignity of being stripped naked and bent over
double. And we were always made to spread our legs so as much as
possible our private parts were clearly visible from behind. I
could understand why they wanted a look at our genitals but
frankly the thought of getting a clear view of somebody's bum
hole left me wondering. Unlike Robin I kind of enjoyed being
naked with the boys and having my hands tied. I also knew there
was something about being hit on the bum that really interested
me.

Prior to this year, the spankings had always been administered at
home, in private with only our three brothers present. This year,
however, it was decided that the audience would widen and the
ceremony would take place outside. We couldn't have a crowd in
the house and there was no other building they could lure us to
on the appropriate day without giving the game away. This left
the possibility someone would hear our cries and believe me they
hit us hard enough that we yelled. Therefore, to muffle our
cries, at least mine, I would be gagged with my own underpants,
which of course would have been taken off me. Robin would be
spared this indignity. As the ceremony proceeded one of my
brothers would just put his hand over her mouth.

So on June 15th, two days before my birthday and two days after
Robin's we were set upon as we walked along the path thru the
woods along the banks of the mighty Ipswich river. At least they
chose a scenic spot for the event. There were eight boys, two of
our brothers, RaeAnn's brother Ray and five others. I recognized
all of them and they knew me. Robin they had seen but she said
none of them had ever done anything except stare at her.

So we were way laid in the woods and our wrists bound behind us
and our sneakers and socks were taken as well as our knapsacks.
Everything was carefully stored in a trash bag for each of us so
we could be restored to some semblance of neatness for the
eventual trip home. We were taken down to the river bed with a
boy holding each arm. Robin was already screaming and putting up
a wicked fight. I'm sure it was more the certain fact that all
these boys were soon going to get to see her stark naked than the
thought of the beating she would take. When we got to the scene
of the crime two more boys waited with my third brother.

It was a beautiful June day, the sun was shining, all the foliage
had bloomed so we were well hidden. The river was still running
high with the Spring thaw. It was all laid out. We would be
stripped naked, each in turn, and bent over a section of old
wooden fence. The top piece had been removed so we would be bent
properly from about the waist. A towel lay where our bodies would
contact the fence to best insure our comfort. Our legs would be
spread to either side and ropes placed around our ankles and
pulled tight to either side. Our wrists would remain bound behind
us and the middle of our bodies tied to the fence to keep us bent
over in a satisfactory position.

Robin would be stripped naked and spanked first, using my
brother's leather belt, a wide instrument which would spread the
blow over her tender young bottom. Meanwhile I would be hogtied
nearby on a blanket. When they were done with Robin, she would
replace me on the blanket and be hogtied while still nude. I
would then be stripped and bent over the fence and my punishment
received. For me they had a rawhide whip attached to a handle to
supply more leverage. The whip had been knotted in half a dozen
places and soaked in water to insure the maximum effect. I asked,
and was granted, a reprieve from having my panties stuffed in my
mouth if I endeavored not to cry out. When I was done we would
both be untied, allowed to dress and leave unmolested.

So we began. First they made me lie on the rug, my ankles were
bound and brought up behind and tied to my wrists. I loved it and
as soon as they left me I started rubbing my crotch against the
blanket to pleasure myself.

The next task was to strip Robin bareass. The less said about it
the better. She has a nice little body and of course the boys
enjoyed stripping her. She screamed bloody murder and put up the
best fight she could which of course just made things worse. I
watched the whole thing and marveled at how pretty she looked
naked in the outdoors. She has the makings of a really nice body
which I do not. And she's really pretty. She has a really cute
bum and a nice pink pussy. At least I have those and I have
longer legs.

Anyway halfway through getting her stripped nude they had to
untie her wrists to get her shirt off. Her ankles were not bound
and when they got her panties off she actually got away and ran
naked as a jay bird back toward the path but they of course
caught her. They tied her wrists again and lead her to the
hurdle, as they called it, for her spanking. Hurdle is a word
they got from reading about the movie Braveheart and how people
were drawn and quartered. A lot of the stuff I was subjected to
later on in various games my brother got from movies. They bent
her over the hurdle and while two boys tied her ankles wide on
either side two more bound her waist to the top piece. As
predicted this gave them a fine view of her asshole and, peeking
thru her spread thighs, the pinkness of her soft little slit.

As soon as they got her tied there was a problem because she peed
on herself. To add to her indignity they didn't let her clean up
til they were finished. So it started. As usual my brother did
six warm-up strokes, light ones to get her ready. Then he started
for real. First one hard across mostly her left ass cheek. Then
another. She yelled. She tried her best to get herself free. Two
more and she screamed. He seemed to go in twos. Two more and she
screamed again. She pleaded for mercy but none came. She
struggled so I was afraid she would hurt herself. Two more and
she cried. More struggles. Now he went in singles. One more and
she struggled. Still another and screams and more tears. Now no
more struggles. The pain seemingly had won out and all she sould
do at this point was scream and cry. It was hideous I thought.
How could they do this to her.

He gave her a little break. Her bare ass was bright red and
twisted wantonly in between strokes. Then he continued. One more
hard one and she cried more and more. Another and her struggles
seemed to end. She had been broken it seemed. Another and hardly
a peep except low sobbing. Then another and they were done. They
gave her a few minutes and untied her from the hurdle and untied
her ankles. Then they decided to untie her wrists and my brother
took her down to the river to let her clean up where she'd peed
on he legs and they decided not to hogtie her but let her cover
her nakedness with her hands but she still could not get dressed.

Then it was my turn. They untied the rope that bound my wrists to
my ankles and then my ankle ropes. They decided to be more
careful about the captive running away so they blindfolded me.
Then they stripped me. I did not put up a fight. It isn't worth
it I had already discovered. I didn't mind it so much. I had been
naked with boys before and been stripped against my will. I knew
what to expect. How they touched me at every opportunity and
chortled as my clothes gradually came off.

They untied my wrists only long enough to get my shirt off and my
little cotton bra. Then they retied my wrists behind me. Now they
could feel me up at will. Then my skirt and my undies and the
hands were on my ass and in between my legs. They spent at least
a half hour stripping me and feeling me up, stroking my bare ass
and my crotch, enjoying the tempting young body that offered no
resistance. I was so horny I could scream. My pussy was on fire
and all of my insides from my cunt lips up to about my belly
button. My nipples were so hard they hurt and the roughness of
their hands made it worse. And all the while Robin cowered there
naked watching what was being done to me. When they were through
feeling me up they took off my blindfold. But I was sure my
little brother had gotten his hand between big sister's legs.
Robin said so later.

Finally it was time. I was led naked as the day I was born to the
hurdle. By this time I was so wet between my legs I could feel it
on the outside of me. They stood me close to the bar and spread
my legs. Then they bound my ankles to either side. Then they had
me bend over at the waist and bound my waist to the top of the
hurdle. Then I was ready.

My oldest brother went to the river's edge and got the thoroughly
wet rawhide whip out of the water. He ran his hand down over the
knotted cord to wring the excess water out and hit a tree with it
a couple of times. Then he stood behind me. He gave me my half
dozen warmups and reminded me that I had agreed not to scream. He
told me they would rotate giving me strokes, my brothers and Ray
and a few of the others.

Then he started to whip my ass. At first I was very much aware of
what was happening. I was aware of my bare ass staring up at my
own brother, his clear view of my bum hole and my pink pussy
further on between my spread legs. He hit me. The pain was
incredible. I could almost feel each of the little knots and the
weight of the wetness of the whip made it hurt all the more. They
spent the next half hour whipping me. Whipping my bare ass. And
that's what it was, a whipping, not a spanking. He hit me again.
It hurt like hell. I was really thin and not having any padding
made it hurt worse. He hit me a third time. It was unimaginable
how much it hurt but I was determined not to cry out. Then once
more and this time I writhed in agony. My bare ass was on fire
and he was only the first guy I had to endure.

He handed the whip to my middle brother. Again I was aware of his
view of his sister's bum hole and her pouting pussy. I was
convinced neither of these first two guys really wanted me to
suffer. The worst was yet to come. Another blow. More pain. I
kept silent but I felt a tear come down my cheek. Another blow
and I sobbed a little. There was so much more to go. He waited a
full minute and gave me one more. Now I started to break a
little. I wasn't so clear headed. The river in front of me wasn't
so clearly in view due to the tears and my mind getting fuzzy.
Another one. Now an audible groan and more searing pain in my
ass. Of course that was what they wanted. They wanted me to
suffer. He handed the whip to one of the boys I did not know.
"Hit her as hard as you can!" a voice said. I shivered. And I
think he did. He reared back and hit me with the full force of
his arm.

"Ah!" I cried out. I struggled against my ropes. Again.

"Ah, ah," I couldn't help it. Once more, as hard as he could.

"No, no." At that point my ass began to bleed just a little, just
where some of the knots had broken the skin when he hit me so
hard. Again, the same place as best he could.

"No, please," I almost screamed. I struggled helplessly against
my ropes.

"Get her panties! No get Robin's," Ray said.

The guy who had been whipping me handed the whip to my little
brother. I knew it would be him and then Ray. Ray wanted my ass
in more ways than one. Robin tried to stop them but she was
little and she was still naked so a guy came with her panties and
Ray folded them up neatly and jerked my head up by the hair to
force me to open my mouth. So I had my little sister's panties
stuck into my mouth. It was funny, they had a bit of a scent on
them, like she was made horny about being taken prisoner. It was
better than having mine in my mouth. If they were mine I could
smell myself on my them. I had already been hot when they were
still stripping my sister. He shoved the folded panties into my
mouth and took a short piece of rope and pulled it across my open
mouth and behind my head and tied it to keep the panties in my
mouth. I was already dry as a bone and the panties made the
dryness worse.

Now my little brother. He took his time and hit me hardest of all
so far. He was by far the most sadistic and was the designer of
all our future bondage games. He hit me four times. I screamed
into my gag and I cried but during the rest of my ordeal I
learned lessons in endurance that I still remember today. That
helped me get through endless whippings I would submit to later
on. And as he hit me I started to drift off into my own space.

Despite the almost unbearable pain I loved every second of it.
Absolutely loved it. I loved the whole scene. Being taken
priconer. Having our hands tied behind us and marched to the
scene. Seeing Robin being stripped for the first time and seeing
her naked body. My being stripped by the guys. Being naked. The
shining whiteness of my bare chest. The hardness of my little
pink nipples. The guys said I had a bum like a boy, and I did.
Small and firm, snowy white. I loved the feel of the ropes. The
physical feel of them against my skin. The little trace of fear
that snuck in when I was tied, the feeling of helplessness, of
vulnerability. Of total surrender. The wetness between my legs.
The fire in my pussy and the shivering pleasure of my body as I
got hotter. I barely noticed when my brother handed the whip to
Ray.

He took his time. This was the first time anyone really tried to
torture me. To inflict pain for pain's sake. To try to hurt me.
He made my bum bleed until it came off on the whip, a whip I kept
with my dried blood on it. I could hear Robin scream and they had
to tie her to keep her from interfering. He took his four shots
at me and that was the end. But I never even knew til Robin
untied me.

During those last three or four minutes I died and went to
heaven. My little ass quivering under the lash, increasingly wet
with my own blood. I cried til I thought my heart would break but
inwardly I reveled in the way the whip burned my soft white bum.
But more than that I loved the hot fire that started in my cunt
and engulfed everything in my crotch and up inside me and the
tingling in my nipples and my unformed breasts and at some point
my heart seemed to stop and my breathing stood still and my body
exploded when he hit me one got off so hard it pushed my thighs
into the hurdle and I held them there and squeezed just like a
boy was in me. And it seemed to go on and on and Robin told me
they left me there for several minutes after they finished with
me and they untied her and collected their things and left.

Next thing I knew Robin had untied my ankles and I was conscious
and I mumbled to get her to untie the rope which held her panties
in my mouth. Now I talk to her as she untied my wrists. Poor
little angel was still stark naked and scared out of her wits.
Scared about what had happened to her and to her sister. We both
untied the ropes that bound me to the hurdle and I stood up and
hugged her tight to me, both of us completely naked. It was then
she told me my ass was bloody and I cleaned myself at the river
bed with the towel that had been laid across the hurdle. We both
got dressed and went home. They had left me the whip they had
used on me. I took it home and saved it.

What had happened left me with some confusing emotions. Something
that most girls would consider a frightening and painful
experience I had in fact enjoyed. And for many weeks lying in bed
on my back my fingers would find their way down over my breasts
and my tummy and between my legs and I would enjoy all over again
at least some of the pleasurable sensations I had felt under the
whip. Even if it was supposed to be a spanking. I didn't really
understand but something that was meant to be torture had been
incredibly enjoyable. My pussy had responded to terrible pain as
it should have responded to a boy's hand or his tongue between my
legs or, later, his penis inside me.

When we got home I took a shower with Robin. I love her body,
she's so cute and has perfect skin. The boys will love her. We
washed each other and it was fun. We compared our breasts and
pussies and bums and I stood behind her, both of us nude, and we
looked in the mirror at her. I think after we talked and lay in
bed together with our PJs on she understood a little better the
power of her pussy and what it can do for her. And I know better
what mine did for me while Ray whipped me.

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