Admit it, I had you going there...unfortunately, Jenny was not quite so amused by my departure from the truth. She only lets me write about these things as part of the punishment or therapy of having to admit all the unpleasant details. I hope there aren't too many typos in this post...it is..ah..more difficult to type lying on my stomach. ...ok, well, part one was completely correct. Part 2 started out correct, Heather did belly laugh at my humiliation. Jen did turn her back on me and was radiating anger but it was totally at me. The only squeals of delight that will be coming out of this ending of the tale are Heather's and Jenny's...definitely not mine. Oh, I did squeal but not in pleasure..not at all. *sigh* Lets get this over with...this is what really happened.
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"In to the living room, Young Man." Her back was still turned from me and I could feel the heat of her anger like a palpable force scorching me. Heather was smiling at me and even dared to wink knowingly. I just looked down and tried, unsuccessfully, not to blush even more than I already was.
I took slow steps out of the laundry room and towards the living room. As I walked by Jen, she put out her hand to my arm. She turned to Heather.
"Heather, go get the hairbrush and the 'switch' from my dresser, please and wait for us."
I waited. Heather bounded off in glee. She was going to get a great show this afternoon. I wondered about the hairbrush. It is my second most hated implement. I had a suspicion but prayed I was wrong...I wasn't.
Jen pulled my face up to hers. I felt the tears of shame and guilt starting to come already..well, that and the tears of fear at my impending punishments. Her second look at become the third and last look: utter disappointment, anger, and I could see my future was very, very bleak today. "You made a promise and broke it. You misbehaved after explicit instructions to never go without underwear again...then you compounded it all by lying to me AND in front of Heather. You have shamed me in front of her. I had just been telling her over lunch what a good boy you'd become. Do you have anything to say in your defense before we go out there?" She raised an eyebrow.
I had learned early on that saying stupid things like I was sorry or I would never do it again only made matters worse. She would reply that if I was really sorry then I wouldn't have done it in the first place. She was right. My ass was grass anyway so I was honest; something I usually don't get in trouble for. I told her that the thought of "the switch" in front of Heather made it so much worse and it already frightens me so much. I knew I deserved it. I would take it but, please, I begged with tears quietly starting to tickle down my cheeks, please, not in front of Heather. I ended my my plea by looking down again and waiting.
It was quiet.
I felt her hands softly on my face as she gently wiped away the tears. "She is a little bit too excited about seeing you whipped, isn't she?" I recognized the rhetorical question that it was. "To be honest, she finds you very attractive." She giggled. "She'd be horrified to know I had just told you. I've been keeping an eye on her lately. She looks at you in a very inappropriate way when she thinks I can't see it." She lifted my chin.
"Has she ever flirted with you or shown you more of her legs, ass, or breasts than she should?"
I was very uncomfortable but shrugged, "Nearly all the time. She knows I can't do anything after the first time and I...." I had almost back-talked.
She shook my chin and bored her eyes into my skull. "Speak."
I sighed. "I tried to tell you she'd tricked me even that time...but...you were too busy to listen."
She kept staring and finally nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember...that was your first introduction to the switch. I was really angry with you that day. Well, I can't fix that now except to say Heather will NOT be getting to watch you switched today, ok?"
New tears of relief and gratitude flooded my eyes. I kissed her hand and thanked her over and over again. She allowed it for a minute. "Stop that for now. Time for kissing and tears later. Into the living room."
I didn't have has hard a time going in there as I was originally. Don't get me wrong, my leg muscles were still being racked with muscle cramps of fear and my stomach was no longer interested in lunch. I'd probably be sent to bed with no lunch or dinner, anyway. Not knowing where to be I went and stood in the center facing the long, couch where everything would take place.
Heather was nearly bouncing on the recliner that faced the couch impatiently waiting for the show. I hardly could take my eyes of the large, wooden, oval hairbrush and the "switch" laying on the couch cushions. My hands nearly went to by bottom of their own accord but I stayed firm.
Jen had turned back to the kitchen: an ominous sign. Sure enough, she came back with the bottle brush and the liquid soap. So, this would happen before Heather left. I guess it fit since I had lied in front of her. Jen really was upset about that after having bragged on me earlier.
I eyed the soap like it was a snake getting closer. She put them under my face. "So, how should we proceed?" She raised both eyebrows at me. Oh, she knows how much I hate this...decide my own fate punishments. If I was too lenient then it was much worse so I always ended up being more cruel than she would have been. She made sure to tell me what she would have done AFTER it was all over with. Nice.
However, I looked at her and thought of how much I had disappointed her and shamed her. I wanted to make her proud of me and, sadly, I could only think of one way that would do it because she would know how terribly much I didn't like it. As I made my decision and my mouth began to open, I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I croaked. "Heather should be taught how to soap a mouth for lying." This would still involve being over Heather's lap...I didn't like this at all.
Jenny smiled. I had done right. I felt the joy of making her happy and pleased with me but then she queried, "What should happen next?"
I had to close my eyes so I couldn't see anyone when I spoke again. "She should then paddle me soundly with the hairbrush for having lied in front of her and shaming her sister."
"On the bare?" She pushed. Don't make me say yes, please.
"That is for you to decide, Ma'am." I countered.
She nodded again. "An acceptable answer...very good. Yes, Heather will soap you and paddle you...two dozen, I think. If she thinks you have begged well enough then she can lessen it by two or three." I could tell she knew that I knew it wasn't going to happen.
Heather squealed with delight (see? there it is...) and jumped over to the couch. She was picking up the hair brush and making nasty smacking noises against her palm and thigh. Her skirt had ridden up so all I saw was lots of soft, white thighs. Oh, please, no hard-on...not now. I thought of the soaping and thankfully it died down.
"Come here, Young Man." Heather chortled.
I despised her smug voice but I had made my own problem by my own choices and I know faced the beginning of the consequences. I moved to her side and started to lower myself over her lap. There is something strangely completing about lowering myself over the lap I am about to be punished from. I made myself as comfortable as possible. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears from my humiliation at being over an 18 year olds lap for punishment. I knew it was just the beginning.
"Head up!" She commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am." I'd responded without even thinking, that particular lesson had been the first or second lesson I'd received from Jenny. It made me queasy to have to say it to Heather but she was Ma'am right now and was part of the punishment. I lifted my head up. Jenny had helped her apply the soap to the long handled, rectangular brush that can be used for baby bottles. Jenny said it was fitting. The irony was a little lost on me at the moment.
"Beg for it."
Please, no! But I was helpless and would get no mercy from Heather or Jenny. "Please, would you soap my naughty mouth?" I couldn't help it...my voice broke part way through.
"Oh, I will, now open."
"Yes, Ma'am." I opened wide and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch. Oh, I hated the taste of soapings. Liquid soap was much worse than the bars of soap my mother had used. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to gargle or brush until tomorrow morning. Ewww, it was an affective deterrent. Each time it had happened in the past, I could never understand how I would be stupid enough to ever let it happen again.
"Now, swish it gently all round his mouth like you were brushing his teeth. No, that's too hard. The punishment is the soap itself not the brush. Remember the back teeth." Jen prompted Heather.
Nice of her to remind Heather about the back teeth. I had to open wider. I was trying not to gag while also trying not to cry. "Lastly, scrub his tongue...he knows to lift it so you can get all around it, yes, that's it. Be sure to scrub this part well as the tongue is where the lies come from, isn't it, Young Man?" I nodded...being unable to Ma'am right now. The brush left my mouth and I screwed my eyes shut and lowered my face again. I was not allowed to spit but it was usually done well enough that there wasn't a lot of suds left by the time it was over with.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Heather demanded. Her voice was eerily like Jenny's in the command mode. I felt a small shiver. I knew she wanted the formula. It didn't always have to happen but was up to Ma'am's discretion. She wanted as much submission from me as she could get.
"Thank you, Ma'am, for soaping my mouth. Lies are dirty and nasty and now you have cleaned the lie out for me. Thank you. Please, wash it out every time I offend again with this mouth, Ma'am." There, I said it and without crying. It was hard though because I could feel her hand resting on my bottom. She knew I could feel it, too. This was so humbling and humiliating. I didn't know I would ever be able to look her in the eye again. She was starting to break me. Her!
Jen must have understood how hard this was becoming even though I had chosen it myself. I could feel her sit down on the end of the couch. I barely looked up and saw her calves right there. She softly patted my heard. "Good boy. You're doing fine." She was showing she still loved me and forgave me my stupidities. I was very grateful. I need to be punished. I didn't need to submit to more than one woman.
"Now get up and down with those pants, Young Man." Heather commanded forcefully.
My legs muscled seized up and refused to move but I got up. I kept my head down and concentrated on the sour, soap taste in my mouth so I wouldn't think about the sexy view of her curvy thighs.
I had prayed it wouldn't be on the bare because of well, there is something intimate about my privates rubbing on Heather's thighs that just was wrong to me. I worried I wouldn't be able to control myself and it would be Labor Day Weekend all over again. My hands were shaking as I undid my belt and started to unbutton.
Jen told me later she purposely waited until the last possible second as the terror and torment were deserved before she intervened. "No, Heather, my husband bares his ass for me and only me. You will not get to paddle him on the bare."
What mercy she had on me...and I didn't really deserve it but she really did love me and sought to correct me, not to abuse or break me. I looked up through moistened eyelashes to see the bitter look of disappointment on Heather's face as she glared at Jen but she knew better than to argue. Jen looked up at me and barely raised her eyebrow to tell me that I was going to be blistered much more for not being bare than if I had been. Personally, I don't think Heather would have let up much either way. Right then I was really wishing I had worn jeans and not soft slacks that would give no protection whatsoever.
Without being told, I put myself over her lap again and it didn't take long for the first SMACK of the hairbrush to hit. She was slow and deliberate just like her sister had taught her. I began with the usual "Ow's" but by the time we were up to ten I began to cry openly. I felt Jen's hand reach for my left hand and squeeze. Suddenly, I was five years old again as my mother squeeze my hand when I had to have several shots in the posterior because our family was going to travel. It actually made me start to sob openly.
At the end of the first dozen, she stopped to rest and to let the sting and throb time to grow. It did...I was whimpering softly and trying to catch my breath. I waited. I heard Jen lean over and whisper something to Heather. I felt her move her left thigh a little lower which stuck my bottom higher in the air as my top half lowered so I could rest my elbow on the carpet now. The bad part of this was she now rested the hairbrush on my upper thighs just below the curve of the buttock. She'd purposely left it along until now and it was one of my most tender spots. Jen must have told her. Sweet Jen.
"With ever swat, you will be asked a question by Jenny that you must answer truthfully." SMACK! I gasped. I knew emphasis swats didn't count against the total so I had learned to quickly say or do whatever was being required.
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. I will, Ma'am." Oh, I had been trained too well. It had come out without thought before I could realize I was not over Jenny's lap right then. I heard Heather's throaty chuckle at my thanking her for the swat. She took aim at the other thigh.
SMACK! I squealed through clenched teeth. Oooo, that really, really hurt. My eyes were getting blurry again.
Jenny spoke, "Do you remember what happened on Labor Day Weekend two years ago?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I remember. I was whipped for being caught fondling Heather."
She must have nodded to Heather who smartly smacked the exact spot she just had again. I sobbed once. I couldn't help it.
"Where you fondling Heather?"
I was so beyond being able to think of a lie or even caring where this was going. "No, Ma'am. I was not."
It was not my imagination when the next swat on the other upper thigh had much more wrist action it. It wasn't just one sob this time; it just kept going as the next question came.
"But I did see you touch her nearly naked backside when I opened the door, right?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I admit to touching her but it was not to fondle her, Ma'am. Please, believe me."
I heard Heather begin to protest but her a soft, smack that must have been her mouth being slapped. Jenny is an excellent slapper - that part was true from the previous part 2. I really wished I could get up before the next...SMACK!!! Heather was taking it out on me!
"Heather says you were fondling her, you say you weren't. I was not in the right frame of mind that night to hear what you might have been trying to tell me. What really happened?"
I could feel Heather's thighs tense up. Yeah, I knew that feeling. Jen must be giving her look number two. I was still crying because my bottom was really hurting. Heather played tennis with Jenny and had an excellent, ah, backhand. Without touching it, I knew there were three or four welts forming. The thought of a switching later tonight made me cry even more. I wasn't to the full-blown "waah-ing" yet but it was only a few minutes and swats away. I really didn't want to reach that stage over Heather's lap. I really, really didn't but it wasn't up to me. I had made my choices this morning when I hadn't put on underwear and I lied to Jenny. It didn't make me feel very much better though...actually, worse.
While I was tormenting myself, which is part of this whole submissive scenario, there was a heated discussion going on in whispers somewhere above my throbbing ass. I just waited. It didn't even occur to me to speak up or move a muscle other than trying to quiet my sobs and get enough breath to feel somewhat normal.
I felt Jenny's fingers stroke my matted hair and softly ask, "Tell me what really happened."
I turned to kiss her palm that she had held out for me to do so. "Yes, Ma'am." I told of how the then 16 year old Heather had been crying in her room when I had walked by. I'd been sent on some errand by Jenny but stopped to see what was wrong. Heather was on her stomach and had her skirt up looking for something on her bottom. She was wearing a thong so I pretty much saw all there was to see. I told how I had thought of going to get Jenny but made the poor choice of going in by myself. I didn't know it was a trap.
Heather had told me she'd gotten a splinter in her bottom from a park bench when her skirt had ridden up too high at the picnic we'd just come home from. She was in such a state because she couldn't find it because of the position. I again thought of going to get Jenny. I admitted I should have but Heather said she was too embarrassed to have Jenny see it. This didn't make sense to me and I didn't understand 16 year old girls like I do now. I reached over to see if I could find the splinter and that was when Jenny had walked to see me apparently fondling her sister's backside.
Heather had totally changed her story now. I had come in and flirted with her and told her she was prettier than Jenny and was that a birthmark on her bottom? I was flabbergasted. I tried to explain but was dragged by the ear all the way down the stairs to the living room where Jenny showed me her new toy. The switch. I was up-ended and and bare-assed before I could blink and it all became a red haze after that. It was the worst punishment I had ever received in my life and that includes being birched by my Aunt Tillie on a visit to Oklahoma. I hadn't sat or slept comfortable for a week after Jenny whipped me. I had been forced to apologize to a very smug and very evil Heather who had thankfully not been allowed downstairs but easily had heard all of it.
I finished. I must admit that at the end of my story my voice was not the usual timid thing it is when over a lap but I was really angry. I remembered my place and kissed her hand. "I swear this is the truth. I really do, Ma'am."
It was very quiet except for Heather's elevated breathing. Finally, Jenny's fingernail caressed my earlobe and I knew my punishment was over for now. It was usually her signal...because it was one of my many erogenous zones. I moaned somewhere between pain and pleasure.
"I believe you. I am so sorry I didn't listen before. I should have known better than to punish in anger. Get up, please."
I slowly got up. As my butt cheeks stretched out for the first time and the welts rubbed against my slacks, I moaned. I knew I would be moaning a lot for the next week or two. I had a hard time sleeping on my stomach, but right then my attention was fully engaged in looking at a quietly crying Heather. It gave me a nice warm feeling to see her begin to suffer. I could see Jen watch my reaction and I looked questioningly at her for guidance. She smiled. I was allowed to enjoy this. I'd earned it. I saw Jen's smile turn the kind of wicked that made my blood turn to ice when it was directed at me. She turned to Heather.
"So, Heather, you lied to me and to Jesse. You knowingly and purposely got me angry with him on the day you knew I had just gotten the 'switch' in the mail."
Oh, I burned with more anger now. I hadn't known that tidbit. Heather was even more evil than I had thought possible.
Jenny continued, "You got Jesse the whipping of his life for your sheer spite and pleasure and even made him apologize to you. Did you do all of this? Look at me!"
Heather raised her eyes slowly as the crocodile tears started to fall. She looked at Jenny then at me and back to Jenny. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Explain yourself...FULLY." Jen commanded.
Heather looked helplessly at Jenny. "Please, no...not in front of him."
"Baby, he's going to see more of you than you'd like in a few minutes no matter what you do or say so I have no mercy for you in my heart. In fact, I am so angry with you that I can't be the one to give you the much deserved soaping and whipping, yes, I said whipping. You've never been switched in your life...you will be today...by Jesse." Jen pointed to me.
I didn't know what to say so I was smart enough not to squeal with delight but, boy, was I doing cartwheels in my mind. Jenny looked quickly to me and kissed the air in my direction. This was her way of trying to make amends. It would do wonders to help make me feel a lot better.
The color drained from Heather's face. She looked at me and flinched from whatever she saw in my eyes. Taking my cue, I commanded. "Speak...completely...fully...leave nothing out or it will go worse for you."
Before she could think, Heather cast her eyes down, "Yes, S-s-sir." She squirmed as she said it.
She spilled it all out in a torrent of words. She had to stop once in a while because her crying would get the best of her for a few seconds. She blushed a deep, deep crimson as she explained how she had always been jealous of Jenny. She thought it terribly unfair she wasn't old enough or pretty enough to have a man like me.
Jenny drilled her eyes into Heather's plaintive ones. "Tell him exactly how he makes you feel. Tell him what you've told me and leave nothing out. Look him in the eyes as you tell him. If you break eye contact I will strip you and paddle it out of you while he watches your eyes anyway."
Whatever it was, it must be horrid because Heather moaned and whined in utter humiliation. "Oh, oh, yes, Ma'am."
When she looked up at me, she mouthed 'I am so sorry' but I gave my best version of the look. It must be pretty good because she began to tremble. "When you are around me...you make me feel warm...inside...and down there. You are so beautiful in your face, your eyes, and your muscles that I get goose pimples when you smile at me." She moaned softly but kept her gaze on me. "Your voice makes my nipples harden...and right now...even as humiliated as I am...I love you." She took a ragged breath. "I wanted you to be mine and you couldn't ever be, so if you couldn't be mine in my teenage, infatuated heart then you should be made to suffer. I wanted you to suffer so badly I would fall out of love with you. I set you up...it was so easy because you are so sweet. I have tried to make Jenny punish you whenever possible and know it has worked more than two or three times. I only came to the lessons to see her punish you again and again. To see you submit to her and be humiliated in front of me."
Jenny had gasped at Heather's admission of love. Apparently, little sister hadn't told her big sister everything but I had commanded it...Heather had given it. "Heather, you never told me. If you had...well, it's too late now."
"I know, Ma'am. I'm so very sorry. Jesse, I have one more thing to say and I mean it with all my heart." Her eyes glistened with deep emotions in her young and tender heart.
"I'm listening." My voice sounded like granite, implacable, unmerciful: even Jenny flinched at it. If Heather had hoped to hear any kindness or softness, I wasn't going to give it.
"You are the best man I have ever met. I, however, am a spoiled, vengeful bitch who has horribly wronged you. I know I can never have your love as a man to a woman...but after taking my punishments this afternoon from you and, if Ma'am will allow it, maintenance spankings on a regular basis, I hope I can earn some respect and maybe love as a father-figure I never had in my life. I am at your mercy. I did those horrible things, please, soap me well, whip me hard, make me squeal until I'm hoarse. I deserve it." She let herself fall off the couch to kneel at me feet and in her hands was the switch. She held it up to me with her head bowed.
With her face averted, I could let the compassion and sorrow into my face to Jen could see it. I looked to her for some help or guidance. She looked as non-plussed as I felt. She actually shrugged but drew her brows in thought for a minute. I knew she'd figure something out here...that's why she's the boss...especially where her lovestruck, sexy, teenage sister is concerned. This was one minefield I wasn't going to touch now without explicit instructions and permissions.
"Heather, remain in that position until otherwise instructed."
"Yes, Ma'am." She whispered. Her arms would start to hurt soon. She was still crying softly and shaking with the rawness of the experience she had just undergone. She had innocently enough just submitted herself to me before I had ever laid a finger on her. If I were to whip her now, it would cement that submission permanently. I wasn't about to do that. Jenny wouldn't hear of it.
"Jesse...Jesse?!" Her voice sharpened as it had been harder to gain my attention than she liked. I'm a man. I have this beautiful girl, kneeling at my feet, submitting to me while saying she loves me. I was a wee bit distracted but the second sound of my name snapped my training into place.
"Yes, Ma'am?" I said meekly.
"You may go into the kitchen, warm up your lunch and eat. You may not wash out your mouth first. Be glad you are getting food at all." I was. "While you are eating, I am going to take Heather back to her apartment. We are going to have a very long and perhaps painful talk. When we are done, she will be staying there to do some chores I will set for her then I will be coming home. After your lunch is done, you are to go upstairs, take the switch with you. Sit on the stool in your corner until I get back. It might be a couple of hours but stay there until I get home and then WE will have a very long, painful talk tonight. Am I clear?"
Her eyes made it very plain to me I was not getting out of one inch of what I had coming to me. *sigh* It was fine. I deserved it. My bottom would be screaming at me on that stool. She knew that...before I ever got my whipping it would be on fire. She knew that, too. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for letting me eat, Ma'am."
"It isn't completely out of mercy, Dear. You are going to need some protein to get through tonight. It is going to be a long night for you." Her eyes flashed with not just anger but also passion. Oooo, she always rode me hard when she had that look. I'd be doing a whole lot of moaning into the wee hours.
So, after waiting for two and a half hours, she came home and got me off the stool. I was already naked so it was quickly that I was up-ended over her lap at the foot of the bed and that switch whistled long and loudly.
She was actually pretty lenient with me. My backside was so raw already it only took a dozen or so kisses of the switch to have me a blubbering, begging mess. When it is just her and me...well, I have so far humiliated myself over her knees that I have no pride or dignity to pretend. I beg like I did when I was a little boy. She loves it.
She made me promise to be good several times, be truthful, and anything else she could think of and I was more than willing to make them. I was hers through all the howling and sobs. She knew that but wanted me to be sure to know that after Heather's little scene. I was no one else but hers. She whipped that home with another dozen welts on my upper thighs that had me reaching new registers in squeals of pain. I nearly blacked-out from hyperventilating.
She then tenderly laid me down on the bed, kissed away my tears. This actually always makes more as I throw my arms around her for another round of promising to be a good boy, to behave. to make her proud of me, etc. She kisses my cheeks and mouth primly but softly until my breath is finally normal. She pets me as I lay full out on the bed on my stomach, of course.
Lastly, she goes over the little fridge we keep in our room and got out our special ointment into my wounds. It feels so good when it is ice cold. She then dosed me heavily with Motrin, then stripped for me and screwed my brains out until I begged for mercy...she gave it..for twenty minutes.
And that's how it happened...really.
