Cornered, Part 4

Start with Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

Author's note: I didn't mean to turn the original post into a serial. But the story just kept coming.

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Kara’s fantasy: an older man, authoritative but caring, dressed in a business suit. Kara’s reality: just that.

Kara’s fantasy: he sees her naked. Sees her breasts and her bottom and her private parts. He can look all he wants to. She mustn’t cover up, no matter how exposed she feels. Kara’s reality: that, plus he even watched her undressing — being undressed — which felt like an especially intrusive intimacy.

Kara’s fantasy: he will spank her, and for a good reason. Kara’s reality: although she hadn’t been informed of the rules — for which Maddy would have to answer — there is indeed a reason: the pain of others must not be trivialized as mere entertainment.

Kara’s fantasy: he can touch her. Anywhere. On her face, on her breasts, on her most personal places, on her bottom. Kara’s reality: his hands settling her over his lap, arranging her, spreading her legs, pressing on her back, blistering her bottom. And… and… touching her there, when to her extreme embarrassment she was dripping with arousal.

Kara’s fantasy: being spanked would hurt, and would make her cry, but she would be grateful for the resulting redemption. Kara’s reality: pain as she had never known or imagined: deep, driven, throbbing pain, stinging and burning on the surface, aching below.

Kara’s fantasy: when the spanking is over, he gathers her into his arms, comforts her, assures her that she is forgiven, that she is a good girl with a clear conscience. Kara’s reality: she is merely dismissed.

Kara’s fantasy: after the hugs and gentle words, he parts her legs and rubs her pussy with his fingers — as she does to herself while imagining it — and her orgasm is the climax of her dream. Kara’s reality: he has touched her pussy only to exhibit her wetness to Maddy.

Maddy and Kara climbed the stairs together, both naked, hurting, tear-streaked, and displaying well-spanked bottoms, hot and red and sensitive. Kara bore the additional weight of embarrassment, because Maddy was sure to ask her why spanking so clearly turned her on.

So preoccupied was Kara with her ordeal that she followed Maddy without a thought. As they reached the top of the stairs, Kara snapped back to the here and now.

“Mad, I left my clothes downstairs!” Kara turned around to retreive them, but Maddy took her by the hand and led her along the corridor, ignoring Kara’s protests.

“We should check on Holly,” Maddy declared.

Kara’s embarrassment deepened. Yet another person to see her naked, and with her bottom aglow from a spanking? It was almost too much to take. But despite her misgivings she let Maddy lead on.

Maddy unceremoniously opened her sister’s bedroom door, and only then gave a pro-forma knock.

Holly, still nude, was lying on her bed — prone, of course. The discreet handprints on her bottom had dissolved into a uniform sea of deep pink. Holly glared at her sister. “Thank you so much for making it even worse, you pervert,” she said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry,” said Kara.

Holly shifted her gaze. “Not your fault. I’m sure Maddy made it sound like it would be fun.” Kara nodded.

“I’ll figure out how to deal with you later,” said Holly, returning to her sister.

Maddy picked up a hairbrush and offered it, handle first, to Holly. “Let’s just get it over with.”

Holly gingerly eased herself off her bed, trying not to put any pressure on her ass, as Maddy bent over and grabbed her ankles. Kara watched, with dismay and empathy for her best friend, as Holly delivered six hard blows to each of Maddy’s buns. The marks were crimson against skin already red.

Maddy straightened up, carefully; fresh tears marked her face. “Even?” she asked.

Holly smiled for the first time. “Sure.” She returned her hairbrush to its place. “So, I suppose you two are gonna go eat some pussy? Cuz somebody smells ready.”

Kara blushed fiercely. “Does everybody know…?”

“You’re noisy when you cum, sweetie. It doesn’t take a genius,” Holly replied.

Maddy quickly considered a notion that had come to her unbidden.

“We don’t have to go,” she said slowly. “It could be your turn to watch, Hols.”

Kara gasped. Surely… Maddy couldn’t mean…

“C’mon, Kar-Bear,” Maddy insisted. “We can do it on Holly’s bed.”

“But— But—”

Maddy kissed Kara to quiet her objections, and guided the two of them into bed. “Budge over, make room for Holly,” Maddy said. She urged Kara’s legs apart, got herself situated, and began to lap at Kara’s flooded quim.

Ignoring the pain, Holly sat on the bed. With three naked girls in the limited space, there was a great deal of incidental contact, skin rubbing skin, legs and arms tangled. Perhaps not all of it was incidental.

Holly slid a hand down to her open pussy, and began to frig herself with practiced ease. She had never seen any sex act in person; watching Maddy’s efforts and Kara’s reaction transfixed her.

Maddy, knowing from experience exactly when to do it, started tonguing Kara’s clit. Kara’s body tensed. Her hips rose from the bed, pressing her pussy into Maddy’s face. She moaned; the moan turned into a squeal, the squeal bcame a cry. She bucked against Maddy’s sucking mouth, while Maddy tried her best to keep in contact. Her reward for persistence came when Kara climaxed again, screaming even more.

Maddy backed off. Kara sank to the bed. Her breathing slowly calmed. Holly was wide eyed, amazed, and her gaze darted between Kara’s open, glistening pussy and her sister’s juicy face. Her busy fingers pressed a little harder into her own honeyed quim.

Maddy had rolled over and spread her legs. “Your turn now,” she said to Kara.

Kara sucked Maddy. The sisters sat side by side, both wide open; their shoulders and hips touched and their inner legs overlapped. Holly fingered her pussy with abandon. Kara’s busy lips and tongue coaxed loads of girl-goo from Maddy and drove her up toward her peak.

Kara lifter her head. She took in the scene: Maddy and Holly, sexy, open, wet; two intense faces, four pretty breasts, two enticing pussies, so much bare, beautiful girl. Without hesitation, she lowered her face and started feasting again on hot, slick, delicious pussy.

Not Maddy’s. Holly’s.

Startled, Holly pulled her fingers away. Kara seized the opportunity and licked her way up to Holly’s clit. If Holly had any thought of protest, it vanished at the first contact.

Now Maddy masturbated and watched, rapt, as her best friend ate her sister. She was intensely aroused: cunt flowing, nipples hard, breath ragged, muscles tense.

Kara rose from Holly’s quim and moved back toward Maddy. But instead of returning to Maddy’s pussy, Kara kissed her, deep and hard, on the mouth. It took only an instant for Maddy to realize that she was tasting Holly’s pussy-cream. The thought was appalling, and hot.

Kara broke the kiss and slipped down to suck Maddy again. When she sounded close to cumming, Kara moved back to Holly, once again starting off with a sister-flavored kiss.

Whichever girl wasn’t having her pussy licked kept the feeling going with her own fingers. Kara moved back and forth, over and over, until Holly and Maddy were both desperate and begging. She stayed with Maddy through her orgasm, then turned her eyes to Holly’s.

“I’m gonna make you cum now,” she promised. Tongue to clit, she drove Holly straight up to climax, until with a moan and shudder Holly found release.

Kara climbed up into the tangle of bodies until they were all at one level. She kissed Holly, then Maddy, then Holly again, enjoying the differences in sensation and reaction. The terrible ache in her bottom seemed inconsequential, eclipsed by her abundant pleasure.

Kara broke a long silence. “So… what else could we do?” she asked, and kissed each sister one more time.

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Meanwhile…

In another part of the house, Maddy’s and Holly’s parents fucked like bunnies on amps.

“If you ever spank Kara again, I want to watch.”

“It turned her on. I could tell. She’ll find a way. Somehow. She wants it. There will be a next time.”

“Oh god oh oh I’m gonna cum again!”

“I’m with you. Close.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I love your cunt squeezing me when you cum. So hot. So tight, Gonna make me… Ahh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh.”

“I can feel your cum. Every spurt. Feel your cock throbbing in me.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“I love you,” they said in unison, and smiled.

“It’s getting late,” said the lady of the house. “I hope the girls found something to eat.”

— Frenulum

Cornered, Part 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first.

Since childhood, Kara had fantasized about being spanked, by an adult man dressed in a suit. The reasons for the spanking varied, though in her thoughts it was always deserved and meekly submitted to; the man remained more of a symbol than a person, silver haired, firm, and caring deeply for her. When she started to grasp the idea of sex, Kara’s fantasies became erotic, and as she imagined her dream man watching her undress, handling her body, bending her over his knee, and scalding her bottom, she would play with her… down there… and wonder about sex and love and someday having him be real.

She had never been spanked, and never had sex beyond her own touch. But she had orgasms night after night, rewinding her fantasies to play again and again. When she and Maddy became lovers, the experience intensified both the dream and the orgasms.

Watching Holly’s father spank her was like having those imagined images rendered in high definition, in three dimensions, in surround sound, and brought to life. She watched Holly, naked and unresisting, submit to her father’s authority; she drank in the sight of her bottom, reddening until it seemed impossible that she could bear another spank; she felt herself aroused, dripping wet, entranced, and though she bore Holly no ill will, she wanted the spanking to go on forever.

But Holly, weeping, was dismissed. And Kara’s best friend Maddy, shedding her school uniform for the second time, dropped the bomb. “Your turn is next.”

Suddenly, the older man in the suit had a fixed form. Suddenly, spanking flashed from fantasy to future. Suddenly, a fire-hot bottom seemed more terrible than redemptive.

The spanking of Maddy began. She screamed less than her sister had, but kicked more, and at the sharpest pains she threw her head back, sending her long hair flying.

“I should go,” Kara thought. “I should get out of here. Maddy didn’t warn me what I was getting into. I thought we were just going to watch Holly.” Now she watched Maddy’s bottom as the impact of the spanks sent ripples through her buns and legs.

“I can just grab my stuff and go. It’s not like they’ll chase me. I don’t even need my stuff, Maddy can bring it to school tomorrow. I’ll be a block away before anyone even notices,” Kara said to herself.

“I’m not taking my clothes off for her dad. I’m not going across his lap. I’ve only even met him, like, five times. He can’t spank me — I’m not his daughter. He can’t tell me what to do.”

Yet, despite all her defiant thoughts, Kara remained in near paralysis, watching her friend, watching the man with grey hair and a suit and a core of authority. Her dream realized. It was as if she were watching herself in one of her own fantasies, her oldest and most private thoughts.

Kara’s pussy leaked. Without panties to absorb the flow, her honey trickled down her thighs.

Startled, she realized that Maddy’s spanking was over, and that she hadn’t made a single move toward escape. Tear-drenched, Maddy came over to her and reached for the buttons of her blouse. Kara was motionless, transfixed, blushing, trembling, as Maddy stripped her out of blouse, bra, and kilt.

Maddy’s father… Holly’s father… Kara’s solidified fantasy… reached out a hand, and helped Kara fold over his lap. In spanking his daughters, he was always detached, concentrating on granting absolution and reinforcing expectations. But when he looked at Kara, he saw a lovely, sexy, naked girl, in intimate contact and with more to come. It was perhaps inevitable that, in arranging her position, he parted her legs quite a bit more than he had with Holly and Maddy.

Kara’s private anatomy, featuring well-protruding inner lips, drew his attention, but not as much as the abundant girl-cream.

He spanked her.

Kara’s dream became her reality. The spanking took place as she had imagined so many times, as far as positions, postures, and procedures. But she had never imagined the intensity of the pain. One spank was more awful, more stinging, more aching, more shocking, than in her fantasies — and there was not one, but hundreds.

She sobbed like Holly. Kicked like Maddy. Grew aroused, as in her dreams.

After the last swat connected with Kara’s crimson bottom, Maddy’s father did something quite unusual, decidedly presumptuous, and highly effective. He laid his open hand on Kara’s pussy, exposed between her parted legs. Just for an instant — barely enough for Kara to notice.

He held his hand up where Maddy could see it, and spread his fingers apart. Strands of cunt-honey spanned from each finger to its neighbor, glistening and beautiful.

“Maddy,” said her father, “I think you should take Kara back up to your bedroom. Apparently she’s in need of your attention.”

— Frenulum

Cornered, Part 2

Sequel to: Cornered

Pieces of school uniforms lay scattered on the floor of Maddy’s bedroom. Maddy and Kara lay entwined on Maddy’s bed. Having enjoyed the mutually orgasmic results of “Let’s chill,” they were content with an occasional girl-flavored kiss.

Maddy sat up suddenly, listening. “My dad’s home. Do you want to watch?”

“Yes!” said Kara.

“Well hurry, then, get dressed.”

The girls scrambled for clothing. “I can’t find my panties,” Kara exclaimed in alarm.

“They’re here somewhere. But never mind, just go without, we need to be downstairs,” Maddy urged.

So it was that Maddy, her sister Holly, her father, and her best friend Kara, found themselves together in the living room.

Maddy’s dad was finishing a speech to Holly. “We’ve given you every opportunity, and I’ve overlooked some faults while you seemed to be improving, but this was just too much, and evidently intentional. It stops right now.”

Holly, facing the corner, did not reply. Her shoulders trembled with sobs. When her father was seated, he simply said “Come.” Holly turned and, after the slightest hesitation, walked toward him.

Kara watched, fascinated and aroused. Holly was just as pretty and sexy as her sister, with smaller breasts and fairer hair but otherwise much alike. Kara’s imagination briefly flared with an image of the three of them, but Holly reached her father’s knee and all attention shifted.

No spoon. No strap. No tawse or cane or paddle. Just one large, hard, heavy hand, spanning an entire bun, pounding with regular, unstoppable force into Holly’s bare ass.

The marks of her earlier spanking were quickly obscured by handprints; before long, there was only color, pinks and reds merging into an agonizing blaze.

Kara’s pussy was flooding, oozing, dripping; it had something to do with Holly’s naked exposure, but much, much more to do with the severe, painful, inescapable spanking meted out by an authoritative older man in a suit and tie. That image was straight out of Kara’s nightly fantasies.

Holly screamed and kicked and cried, but she never tried to block a spank and never moved her bottom out of its place. After what seemed to Kara like an awfully long time, the spanking came to an end.

“Up to your room, Holly,” said her father. She left without a word, and Kara watched her as she climbed the stairs with her bright red bottom on display.

Holly disappeared. Kara turned back to the living room. To her great astonishment, Maddy was stripping off her school uniform.

“Maddy, what —”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Maddy said. “The price for watching a spanking is a spanking. So it’s my turn now.” Naked, she arranged herself on her father’s lap.

She looked Kara right in the eye. “Your turn is next.”

— Frenulum