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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Big Sister Gets Hers (Part 5) (D/s, m/F, humil, spnkng) (5/5)
Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 09:10:01 -0400
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Big Sister Gets Hers

Part 5


The leggy blonde slowly gathered herself up, and climbed off the bed.  
Unusually subdued, she padded barefoot over the carpeted floor to stand 
before her seated brother, her eyes avoiding his, studying the rug at 
his feet.


"How do you want me?"  Her voice was hushed, barely audible, a note of 
defeat in it. 
 She stood there like some lovely blond robot, tall and aloof, in those 
short shorts that left most those sleek legs deliciously bare, eyes 
lowered prettily.  For a moment Ron could only stare at the girl in 
wonder.  He couldn't believe this was actually happening!  The thrill 
that went through him made him realize he was getting a hardon.


"Over my lap," he managed to get out, though his throat was dry and 
constricted.


There was pause, while Ronny waited, scarcely daring to breathe.


Then.she did it!  The slender blonde came to him and slowly lowered 
herself, to lay submissively over his lap, presenting her brother with 
her upturned, denim-encased ass, just as he had ordered!


For a long moment, he sat there, savoring her solid weight across his 
wide-spread thighs, studying the seductive invitation his big sister's 
precious ass presented to him in those snug denim shorts.  The sight 
inflamed his lust. Instantly, his growing hardon sprung up into full 
prominence, becoming hopelessly entangled in his underwear.


He could feel her body tense up as she waited.  Finally, he reached out 
and lightly tapped her on the crest of those rounded contours. "No, this 
isn't right.  These shorts'll have to go."


The girl didn't move.  He shifted his knees.

 
"Go on," he urged in a strangled voice, "take 'em off."


"You didn't say anything about taking things off," came the annoyed 
protest from the inverted blond head.


"Just the shorts," he was quick to re-assure her.  I can't spank you 
with your shorts on.  Honest, Shell.  Just your shorts, and that's all.  
I swear".


"Just the shorts?" she asked, still deeply suspicious.


For a spilt second, he stopped to consider:  spanking her pantied behind 
might not be quite as nice as spanking her bare-assed, but he was afraid 
to push her too far.  She might suddenly refuse; call the whole thing 
off.  So he decided to settle for what he could get.


"That's all," he promised solemnly.


With a deep sigh of exasperation, the young blond woman lifted herself 
back up off her brother's lap.  A wild wave of triumph went through the 
boy as he saw she was going to obey him.  But when she stepped away, to 
turn her back on him as she worked open her cut-offs, he got suddenly 
annoyed. 


	"No.  Turn around.  And come over here."  He knew he was pressing 
her, but he just had to watch her as she stripped for him.


With her hands at the front of her loosened cut-offs, she stepped closer 
to her seated brother, so close that her denimed crotch was only inches 
from his eyes.   She marveled at how confident he seemed, how suddenly 
mature and masterful her little brother had become.  At that moment, she 
saw him in a new light.  Little brother was growing up, and judging by 
the telltale bulge in his jeans, which she happened to notice, he was 
becoming quite a well-hung guy.  The thought sent an odd quiver through 
her.
Shelly lowered the zipper down the front of her shorts and, with thumbs 
hooked in the waistband, rode them down her hips to her knees, there to 
let gravity take over so that the loosened shorts dropped straight down 
her naked legs to come to rest ringing her ankles.


As the descending shorts were worked lower before him, Ronny's 
fascinated eyes were greeted by the sight of the underpants his sister 
wore that day -- a silky, pastel yellow pair of hipsters, banding the 
creamy smoothness of her lean, lightly tanned body.   He thought he 
could make out the slight mound of her pussy and even a trace of pubic 
hair through the reinforced front of the thin, tautly-drawn  nylon; the 
thought sent his hardon stiffening to even greater heights.


Shelly saw him staring right at the front of her panties; and decided it 
was best to get this over with, before something else happened, 
something that neither of them could control.


Kicking away her shorts, she stepped around beside his chair, and 
lowered herself once more into the humiliating position, her lithe body 
draped limply across the widened thighs of her little brother.


Ronny was in heaven!  Never in his wildest dreams, did he hope to have 
the snooty, overbearing bitch in this hands like this!  A wild surge of 
jubilation shot through him; he barely suppressed a triumphant cry.  
Beaming down on Shelly's upturned rump with a benevolent smile, he gazed 
entranced at the tightly-packed panties -- the bitch's precious, 
perfect, little ass that she'd often waved in his face, was now so 
nicely offered to him, to do with what he would.  So plump and neatly 
rounded, the dark crack between the cheeks evident through the taut 
nylon, and down there between her legs...the bulge of her pussy!   He 
felt the surge of lust in his prick and adjusted himself, sending a hand 
into his jeans to free his suffocating cock from its tangle of his 
jockey shorts.  Once his penis stood erect, he shifted her weight in his 
lap, so that the lanky blonde lay with one solid hip pressing against 
his upright cock.


Almost reverently, he touched the seat of her panties with his 
fingertips, sliding the thin silk over the pert curves, making little 
circles, enjoying himself immensely.


"What are you doing!  Let's get this over with!"


The annoyed tone she took with him instantly destroyed his good mood, 
and he smacked her lightly.


"No hurry, Shell.  They won't be back till suppertime. He patted the 
pantied ass in front of him. "And I don't like you telling me what to 
do. You better be nice to me."  A flash of inspiration came to him.  "In 
fact, maybe I'll start right now, if you ask me real nice."


She didn't move.  He knew she was laying there, seething with rage; she 
might decide to lash out at him.  He slid a hand under her the back of 
her tank top, pressing the flattened hand on the small of her smooth 
back.  Then he reached down, gathered up her dangling pony tail, and 
clutching the hank of silky hair in his fist jerked back on it, yanking 
her head up and back as he pinned her to his knees,  so she cried out.  
He let her just a bit of slack but held tight, pulling on her hair.


"All right, all right," she yelped, "I'll do it."


He jerked a bit, then gave her just a bit more slack.


"Say it," he teased.  Say 'Please spank me, Ron.'"


"Spank me, Ronny" she grunted though teeth clenched against the pain.


His iron grip never slackened, but he stopped pulling on her hair long 
enough to deliver his next warning.


"You didn't say please, and I don't like Ronny.  Call me Ron.  In fact, 
I want you to call me 'Sir'. Say it!  say it now:  'Please spank me, 
Sir.'"


He knew she hated every moment of this, but she was in his power, 
helpless over his lap, with her head being hauled back by the hair till 
she arched up and was held bent backwards in a bow.


"Okay," she shrieked in surrender. The hand slackened its grip.  "Please 
spank me,...Sir," she said gasped out in a breathless whisper.


He yanked savagely.  "I can't hear you."

 
"Yeeouch...Please spank me, Sir,"  she yelled out.


He let go of hair -- for which she was immensely grateful.  Her head 
fell forward, sagging down, the pony-tail once more dangling, still 
within his reach.


 Contrary to what she wanted, he would take his time, forcing himself to 
proceed slowly, for he wanted to    savor every minute of his big 
sister's humiliating punishment.   Her squirming in his lap had caused 
the panties to rise up and they were now slightly askew and tangled in 
her crotch. 

 
Taking the slippery silk between his fingers, he adjusted her cute 
little panties for her.  On a whim, he began playing with them, lovingly 
smoothening out the tiny wrinkles that had formed, and pulling them up 
into place so that they were stretched perfectly taut over the twin 
domes of Shelly's pert rearend. The panties were the sort of low-riding 
hipsters his sister preferred. 


Again he began to slide the slippery silk over the rounded contours 
using first his fingertips, and then, his hands.  He fitted his curved 
palms to Shelly's rearcheeks and squeezed, kneading them moving the 
delightful small mounds around, till she sucked in a breath and hissed:

"Ronny...no!  Please."


"Shut up, bitch."  He frowned at her calling him Ronny, and delivered a 
stinging slap, that sent one little mound wobbling.  He quite enjoyed 
that!


Grabbing the back of the waistband, he yanked her panties upward, 
hauling the stretching fabric to its limits, drawing the gusset tight up 
into her crotch, and exposing the bottom crescents of her smiling 
undercurves peeking out below. She grunted. He couldn't resist sampling 
that sliver of exposed asscheek, then pinching it between his fingers.


"Yeeeeouch," the girl yelped, head and shoulders shooting up in 
surprised reaction.


Ronny only smiled, immensely enjoying himself.  Now he restored the 
legbands to their rightful place, so that those plump little cheeks were 
barely confined by the curving bands of  lacy elastic.  He took this 
time, neatly adjusting her panties, edging them up at the hips, 
smoothening them over the mounds, till he had them perfectly in place 
once again.  All the while he was itching to lay into her, and his cock 
was aching, pressing urgently against her pantied hip.


"Now, I think you're all nice and ready, bitch," he pronounced.  "I 
never done this before, so we're gonna start with a few practice spanks.  
Then, you have to count them out.  Just like you do for Dad.  I'll tell 
you when to start."


She lay inert in his lap, and didn't say a word, but he noticed her 
tense up in anticipation, her buttocks clenching under her panties.


He raised his flattened hand over his head and swung, aiming directly 
across the twin mounds of his sister's pantied behind to deliver a slap 
that was crisp, but nor hard. 


	"SMACK!"


The solid feel of his hand bouncing off the hardened mounds was deeply 
satisfying to the excited boy.  He looked down at the rearend raised 
over his knees, and smiled to think his dream had finally come true.  
For all the years of indignities he had suffered at the hands of his 
superior older sister and her snooty friends, it was payback time.  He 
had her right where he wanted her! 


He opened his thighs even further, balancing her till she lay with her 
lanky body extended over his lap, her shapely legs, close set, and 
angled down so that her toes dug into the rug; and at the other end, her 
head hung low, the pony-tail, dangling down to almost touch the floor.  
Raising his right knee slightly elevated her bottom, presenting the 
rounded contours of her taut, pantied behind...to deal with as he 
pleased!


Taking a deep breath, he whacked Shelly's bottom a second time, 
relishing the bouncy feel, the firm resiliency as his flat hand 
ricocheted off the tight little mounds in a glancing blow that sent them 
wobbling.

 
"SMACK!"


The impact of the second smack sent the tense girl bounding up in 
startled reaction, legs flying up in back, head and shoulders jerking 
up; she let out a tiny 'yelp'. For a moment he sat with his hand firmly 
on cupping those panty-covered cheeks.

  
"Now, bitch, You're gonna get a dozen, and I want you to count them out, 
just like you do for Dad."


Three swift spanks followed in rapid fire order, spanking her hard this 
time, to show he meant business.  The fury of the assault caught his 
victim off guard, and she yelped and managed to get out the required 
count in time.  She knew her failure to call them out, would merit her 
an extra dose. 


Shelly yelped and bounded up in recoil as he struck the quivering mounds 
of flesh, again and again, hitting her, hard and determined. The blows, 
delivered with a flattened hand, glanced off the wobbling mounds in 
rapid fire succession, each one getting a tiny "ouch" from the girl who 
called out a number in the same high pitch.



After the first three he paused. there was a pause.  Shelly gasped, 
gulping for air, sniffling -- immensely grateful for the chance to catch 
her breath.  He watched as his big sister's cowering cheeks clenched and 
hollowed spasmodically. And his smile broadened when he saw them tighten 
in anticipation of the next set, steeling herself for what she knew -- 
was to come.


He let her wait for a few seconds longer, let the anticipation build. He 
laid a proprietary hand on her reddened, throbbing behind, and she 
cringed under it.  He tapped her reassuringly, watching her cheeks clamp 
fearfully at the slightest touch.


Now he hauled back, and this time, using a cupped hand, caught her 
solidly, right across the twin domes. Shelly's body straightened and 
jerked convulsively, as he spanked her again and again, savoring the 
bouncy resiliency of those solid, meaty mounds. He concentrated on the 
center of the domes, the tops, the bottoms, walloping her ass in a 
methodical spanking that soon had his victim kicking up her heels and 
squirming wildly on his lap. Placing his left hand flat on the small of 
her back to pin her down, he smacked her squirming bottom two or three 
more times, admiring the dance of her rear cheeks under the rain of 
stinging smacks as she thrashed about in her fiery torment. 


The solid "SMACK" of whacking his sister's impertinent behind, with her 
screeching the number, was music to his ears!

 
"SMACK!...Eight!  SMACK!....Nine!  SMACK!...Ten!"


The boy was wildly elated, his breath coming in mighty heaves, as he 
brought his tingling hand down to lay it on the heaving mounds, 
relishing the feel of those warm smooth mounds through the slippery 
fabric, rubbing the panties all over that throbbing bottom in little 
circles, while Shelly whimpered.


Relieved that it was over, the girl let the tension drain from her body.  
Her butt slackened, becoming soft and malleable under the panties.  A 
wicked idea came to him.  He couldn't resist.  He had spotted the 
sneakers earlier, peeking out from under her bed.  Very carefully, so as 
not to alarm the girl in his lap, he reached down and picked up the 
canvas shoe by the toe.  She didn't stir.  He raised it high, and swung 
with all the years of pent-up frustration he had to endure at the hands 
of his bossy sister. 


"CRACK!...YEEEOCH!! she screeched, bounding up right off of his lap, and 
doing a little agitated dance, hopping on each foot, while she furiously 
rubbed her aching behind.


"That wasn't fair!" she complained, in a whinny, little-girl voice.  He 
sat watching her ruefully rub her bottom.


She turned her back on him,  as she went over to retrieve her fallen 
shorts.  Quickly, she drew them up her legs, and fastened them around 
her waist, her eyes avoiding his.


"Are you satisfied now?" she spat out, like it was an accusation.


"Yeah, Shell, that was fun!" he gloated.  "Now we're even!"


"Yeah," she conceded, "we're even....for now."


End of Part 5
THE END 
Copyright 2001, Don Winslow
For more of Don Winslow's erotic fiction visit:  
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