“Oh I want to find out what it is like to be spanked, to be whipped if you want to. Please, Mary, do it to me, let me have a taste of this sort of thing. It sounds terribly bizarre, but exciting all the same. If you like to be whipped I also want to know it. Please, please, do anything to me, but make me come. I'm so fucking randy, I have to come. I just have to come. It's burning me alive. I feel like I'm on fire. I will do anything for you; suck you, lick you, anything… anything at all, but I need something now. Bring out the whips if you have any, but make me come. My cunt is itching so. Quickly! Do something to me, or I'll have to wank myself.”
“Play with her, Mitzy. Just give me time to get something to beat her with. Don't worry, I won't give her the whip right the first time. I'm going to start off with something less drastic. Eventually she will learn how to take the whip as well. And I won't mark her either. Just wait till I'm back and I show you how artful I am in this sort of thing.”
She hurriedly left the room and in the meantime I bent myself over my writhing sister and played with her cunt, working up a froth which covered her already slimy wet cunt lips. Mary didn't take long in coming back and when she entered the room again she had also changed her dress a little.
Instead of wearing a full dress, however miniskirted it might have been, she had changed into a sort of patent leather bikini. The nipples were free from the bra and at her crotch there was also an opening so she or anybody else who wanted to could have easy access to her glorious mound. She looked absolutely thrilling in her strange outfit and I felt myself getting all wet for her. But unfortunately it was going to be Jean who was going to be handled by her first. Well, there was one good thing about that. It left me free to play with her if she wanted me to.
In her hand she was carrying a slender leather strap and a thin cane. She looked menacingly at Jean and me, a cruel light shining in her beautiful eyes. Jean was getting a bit scared, I think, because she didn't respond to my finger-fucking with the same devotion she had done before Mary had reentered the room. But Mary didn't waste any time giving her the opportunity to turn back on her words and chicken out of the deal.
“Turn her on her back, Mitzy,” she said. “Turn her on her back and sit on her. I'm going to use the strap on her first, just to make her get used to a little pain. If she can stand it all right I might try to put the cane on her, if she manages to hold herself from coming that long. It's no fun to spank anybody after they have come. That is the time for more tender lovemaking, till they are ready for the whip again. I feel a bit of an artist about these things and in my own right. It's very hard to find somebody who really knows how to spank properly. But let's get on with it. We're only wasting time this way. She should have had her ass red by this time. And here I am, talking instead of giving myself over to the delightful task of spanking her till she creams.”
I had taken part in this sort of thing before, so I knew how she wanted Jean. Turning her over on her back, I raised her ass and put some pillows under her. Sitting on her back I stretched the skin of her ass as tight as possible and nodded my head at Mary to administer her first blow.
“You really know what you are doing, don't you, Mitzy? It's beautiful how well you know I wanted her skin to be tight. It's really going to sting if she is tight like that.”
“Of course I know what I'm doing. This isn't the first time I have done anything like this, and I love it… both sides of it. I'm already wet at the thought you are going to use that strap on Jean. You may use it on me as well if you want to. But don't wait any longer Get on with it. Spank her! Spank her hard! Make it sting. Make her feel it. Oh. I'm going to enjoy this…”
Mary's eyes lit up at my words and she let her hand with the leather strap come down on Jean's bottom with far more power than she may have intended. Obviously the knowledge I also was an addict of flagellation made her lose her initial plans to start Jean off on this road gently.
Poor Jean almost threw me off her back when the first blow landed on her back, so wildly did she buck up under it. I motioned Mary to go a little softer on her and she nodded her agreement to this. We didn't want to scare the little bitch off, did we? Much less severe, the next few blows landed on her ass, which gradually became rose colored all over.
I was enjoying myself tremendously and without really noticing what I was doing I had brought my hand to my slit and caressed the swollen cunt lips with my fingers. Looking up at Mary, I saw the juice dripping down her legs and her hand was also between her legs, where she busily frigged her quim. We were really in the spirit of the thing and I decided to give our action the needed extra little thrill.
Reaching for Mary's cunt was just a matter of seconds and removing her fingers from her hot-box I inserted my own, fondling her moist cavern with the stiff clit. She squirmed under the lashes of the strap Mary wielded.
Up to now she had not uttered a single sound and the spanking could not have hurt her too much. Obviously she liked what was being done to her and spreading her legs she almost invited Mary to apply her whipping to that spot of her anatomy. And Mary was eager to oblige her in this, immediately after Jean had opened her legs, focusing the attention of her whipping in that direction.
“Do you see how wet she is, Mitzy? The little bitch is really liking what I'm doing to her. She is pouring out her juices. Oh this is going to be just marvelous. I'm going to make her come this way and on many occasions hereafter. Do you like to feel me strap you on the cunt, Jean? Do you really like it so much? There is more for you to come yet. This is only the beginning. You still have a long way to go yet. Stop playing with my cunt, Mitzy. I can handle that side myself. Play with Jean's instead, while I use the cane on her bottom again. Now this is going to hurt you more than the strap was hurting you. But Mitzy frigging you will help you to forget about the pain, darling.”
“Please go on, Mary,” Jean wailed. “Please go on, don't stop. Use the cane if you want to, but don't stop. Make me come, you two darlings. Oh, I would never have thought it could be like this. It's so marvelous. So bloody, fucking marvelous. I'm going to come all right. It's almost there. Frig me, Mitzy, frig your sister. Make me cream my head off. Oh, that cane, it is stinging but it is so lovely… sooo… loooovely… oooooooh…”
Mary had switched from the strap to the cane and Jean was liking it even better than she had liked the strap, although it was giving her ugly looking stripes on her ass. But at least Mary was careful not to break the skin, so she would come home unmarked-at least not with the blood streaming down her legs. My fingers were still buried in my cunt and I reamed myself as far as I could push them in. I also found myself on the verge of coming just like Jean and Mary. Cunt juice was dripping from me, wetting my sister's back; Mary's legs were all wet with the sticky stuff. My fingers were slippery with Jean's spunk and when she came a hot flood of the slimy juice shot over my fingers at the same time I spurted my load over my own frigging fingers.
Mary had thrown the cane away and was standing over Jean with her legs spread to an impossible width. Her fingers were flying in and out of her sopping cunt. Her cunt was on the same level as my face. How could I do anything else but apply my tongue to her slot? Her juice, the smell of it, was just driving me crazy. I had to have some licks of it. I had hardly placed my mouth over her cunt properly when she filled my mouth with a generous outpouring of lovely, tasty spunk. And I sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowing everything she had to offer.
The rest of the day was spent in much the same manner. We took turns being the whip-per or the whipped, on one occasion fulfilling Jean's wish to let her whip us both at the same time, which she did while she masturbated with the help of a huge candle she had found standing somewhere. During her whipping Mary and I frigged another and creamed gloriously over each other's fingers.