Sarah's house arrest begins
Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:56 am
"There will be rules", I began as Sarah slid into the back seat. "There will be no cussing, drinking, smoking. Certainly none of the narcotics that got you in this trouble."
"Hey, that was Damon's fault!", she answered.
"Partly. Not all of it, though. If you were in it as deep as he was, you'd go to the pen too. But you knew what he was doing when you shacked up with him."
She sat silent, staring out the window, so I continued.
"Count yourself lucky we could get you back out to house arrest after that stunt you pulled at your mom's house. But Shirley has a soft spot for her little sister -- and I do for her." I reached over and patted my 29-year-old wife on the thigh. Then I looked in the mirror again to see Sarah staring out the window. "There will be no boyfriends, no sex toys, no webcam nonsense, certainly no lying. You will study and earn your GED. You will show your sister and me respect. There will be no sassing or arguing." I thought that would get a reaction, but Sarah just kept staring silently. I knew at least half the things I'd listed had been problems for her in the past.
"If you break the rules, we will deal with you as befits a naughty girl. Sarah, when was the last time you had a good spanking?"
That brought her to life.
"What, Joe!? You think I'll let Shirley smack my ass?!"
"That unacceptable word has just earned you your first spanking", I answered. "But to answer your question, no, not Shirley. Usually I'll spank you."
"Shirley, you can't let him!" Sarah's voice was rising rapidly. "You said you were watching out for me again! Now you're going to turn me over to this prick?!"
I glanced at Shirley who gave me a funny little grin I couldn't quite read before turning to look her sister in the eye. "Sarah, I have watched out for you. I tried to teach you some of what Dad taught me before Desert Storm. But it didn't take. I plead with you. I scolded you. I covered for you. Now Joe and I are going to give you one chance to straighten up. We're going to handle you like Dad handled me -- firmly. Only you'll need more of it b/c you're ... older."
"You can't! Damn it! You can't smack my ass like I'm a fucking kid!"
Shirley cut in sharply. "We can -- or we can let you go back to jail."
That shut her up. She'd had a bad incident with a couple inmates ... Shirley hadn't told me much, but Sarah did not want to go back there.
We rode in silence until we pulled into the garage. Sarah hopped out and headed for the trunk.
"Inside, Sarah. We have a cussing issue to address.", I said.
"Just let me get my shit, Joe", she said.
"Living room. Now!" It was the tone I'd used occassionally with insubordinate soldiers in Afghanistan, usually with the phrase "On the deck, give me 30!"
She dragged herself in and I dropped the next bombshell. "Since this is your first spanking, you may retain your bra and panties - if you obey me."
"What the hell, Joe!? You think I'm going to undress for this shit?"
Shirley spoke up again. "Strip, girl. Unless you want to give Joe a real good look at your vagina your first day here!"
Sarah shot a murdurous look at Shirley and turned away from us. She started slowly unfastening her jeans. Very slowly. When 30 seconds had passed without anything being removed, I quietly removed my belt. Shirley mouthed "ouch" to me, but the funny little grin was back. Apparently she was enjoying bringing her little sister in line!.
When fully a minute had passed without any skin becoming visible I snapped the belt out. The end caught her left thigh just below the buttocks.
"Holy fucking shit!" she yelled as she spun around.
Her jeans were unsnapped and unzipped showing a bit of lacy pink at the fly. She'd made nor further progress undressing.
"We told you to undress. You have a paddling coming for doddling right after your initial spanking. Now remove everything except your bra and panties."
Shirley again appealed to Sarah. "Dad didn't do you like this, did he?"
"Girl, I had the doubled belt across my bare bottom over and over. Now get those jeans off!"
Shirley was holding firm. I was glad to see it! I really wasn't sure she had it in her, but she was doing great.
Sarah continued arguing. "But I'm not a kid and OW Damn it!" My belt had just wrapped around her right thigh.
"No more argument. Obey. Everything off but your undies."
She glared at me for a split second, glanced at the belt in my hand and took her jeans down. She struggled just a second to get them off over her ankle bracelet and stood up. Her thighs were tanned up to the line left by her bikini. The pink thong revealed white 19-year-old hips, a little skinny but definitely worth a second look. A bit of dark pubic hair peeked out on the right side.
"T-shirt!" I barked.
"What the h -- SHIT!"
The belt crossed the fronts of her thighs only an inch below that little pink thong. Her t-shirt came off and I saw tears just starting to come from angry eyes.
I looked her over quickly. Her tan lines suggested a lot of bikini time. The welt on the front of her thighs almost matched her thong. She was skinny with several ribs showing, but still a good looker. Still, I'd definitely married the prettier sister.
"Now", I began, "I said you could keep your underwear if you obeyed. You haven't."
For the first time she tried begging. "Please, no, I'll obey. Don't make me take my underwear off! My ass is already bare with this thong!"
"Show me", I answered and she turned around. A very white bottom was barely framed in pink. I looked at Shirley to see what she thought. "Just her bra", was her nearly silent answer.
I nodded. "Turn around. You may keep your thong if you obey the rest of the time. Remove your bra."
She looked like she would argue, but then glanced at my belt and removed her bra.
"Hands behind your head, elbows up."
Her breasts were full, larger than I would expect on so thin a girl.
My eyes met Shirley's again, and she again had the funny little grin.
I began the pre-spanking lecture. "Sarah, you're 19 years old, right?" A nod. "That means a standard spanking for you, for a single offence will be 19 swats. Depending on the severity of the offence, I will elect to spank you by hand, with a paddle, or with a belt." A bit of fear came into her eyes as I continued. "You are not a child and you will not be afforded all the protections of a child. You are a woman of more experience than your years should suggest, knowing very well what nudity is all about. You will usually be spanked fully naked."
Sarah was turning red now, her eyes on the floor.
"Today I've made an exception. As for today's punishment, you have used cuss words about a dozen times since I told you they were against the rules. What's a dozen times 19, Sarah?"
She mumbled something.
"Look me in the eye, young lady, and answer the question!"
She looked up and said "I don't know", then dropped her eyese again.
"I don't know either, but it's near 200. I'm not giving you 200 swats. I will give you 2 spankings' worth - 38 swats - for all the dirty talk. Then your paddling for doddling while undressing. Turn around and touch your toes."
She gave Shirley one pleading look, then obeyed. Her white rump could have had a bit more curve to it, but was definitely worth the look ... and worth spanking. I stepped to her left side and laid my left hand on the middle of her back. Then I laid my right hand on the fullest part of her left butt cheek. She cringed, her whole body tightening.
"Sarah, you will hold this position until told otherwise. Getting up or covering up will get you more time with the belt and the removal of your panties."
Without further ado, I drew back my hand and brought it down on the left check. Sarah squealed and I came down on the right side. I paused to look. There's nothing quite as sexy as a woman's white rump wearing a matching pair of pink hand prints. And she had them. Bright red where my palm came down and five definite finger marks on each cheek.
I looked at Shirley and saw her little grin getting bigger. She knew this was what Sarah needed! And maybe Sarah did too. As I resumed spanking her, she wiggled a little but didn't try to get away.
Swats 3 and 4 were on the lower buttocks just above the thigh. Then a swat on each thigh. I alternated left and right, working up and down counting up to 18. Number 19 was low in the middle right over where I estimated her anus to be. This one got an extra yelp and some shuffling of her feet. For the second set, I followed the same pattern, left, right, down and up. And I gave her the final swat right over her anus again.
I stepped back next to Shirley and looked Sarah's bottom over. I'd done a pretty thorough job. Her entire buttocks were glowing as were the top 6 inches of her thighs.
I didn't quite expect it, but I was rock-hard as I looked that red rump over. I gave Shirley a hungry look and she whispered, "Give me 2 minutes", before heading down the hall to our room. I looked after her, then at my watch. 2 minutes to kill.
"Sarah", I said, "We'll give you a few minutes before your paddling. Stand, place your hands behind your hand, and turn around."
She obeyed, rivers coming from her eyes and nose, her thighs quivering a little. The welt across the front had mostly faded.
I set a box of Kleenex next to her. "Clean your face up, then get your elbows high again." She obeyed, sobbing but wordless.
I retrieved the paddle from the coffee table drawer. It was oak, 1 1/2 inches wide, 1/4 inch thick and 18 inches long. I gave my left palm on sound smack with it and Sarah gasped. I walked back over to her and placed my left thumb and forefinger on her inner thighs near that welt. "Spread them a little", I said. Sarah shuddered, but obeyed. I slipped the paddle between her thighs. "Hold this", I said, and she closed those tan thighs on it.
Then I looked at my watch. 2 minutes, 10 seconds. I headed for the bedroom.
Shirley was perfectly prepared. Naked but for thigh-high fishnet hose she was kneeling on the bed. Legs spread, back swaying to show off her perfect bottom and slightly spread labia. I was naked before I knew what I was doing. She twisted so her right breast lay visible to her right as she looked back at me, her hair swept off to her left. "Take everything I've got, Seargent Joe", she whispered.
She'd already lubricated, so I went in deep and hard. In 4 or 5 minutes she came, but I held on and gave her another 8 or 10 minutes. Then we exploded together.
She collapsed on the bed and rolled over. I was right. I had married the prettier sister. Her hips had just the right curve and her breasts were incredible. I pulled her to her feet, then gave her a hard kiss on each breast. Sweat dripped from both of us as we hugged and kissed another minute. We cleaned up and dressed and Shirley said, "Well, we have a job to finish, don't we?"
"Yeah, wouldn't want to keep Sarah waiting too long. We know she wants that paddle."
"Right", Shirley grimaced.
When we returned to the living room, Sarah was standing as I'd left her. Elbows were high displaying her breasts to good effect, eyes again on the floor.
"You may use the Kleenex again", I said. "Now, if you had obeyed quickly instead of doddling, your punishment would be over. Next time I tell you to undress for a spanking, you will remember this paddling and I think you will obey quickly."
I grabbed the end of the paddle. "Release it. Turn and touch your toes."
I stepped back for a better look at her bottom before starting. I had not bruised her much by hand. Only a couple little spots. And the general red glow was mostly gone.
I stepped up to her left as before, laid my left hand on her bare back and laid the paddle across the fullest part of her buttocks. "Once again, you will remain in this position until told otherwise." And then I raised the paddle and brought it down hard. I worked down to her sit spot and back up as high as I dared go with a paddle, then back down and on down, half-way down her thighs. I counted my way back up, landing number 19 right over her anus.
I stepped back by Shirley and looked Sarah over again. The bruises were starting to appear.
"Stand, hands behind your head, turn around", I said. She did as I said. "You may use the Kleenex again. Now, do you have something to say?"
She look up then, confused.
"You were punished for something", Shirley explained. "Don't you want to apologize?"
For an instant the rebellion of 30 minutes ago showed in her eyes, then it passed. Sarah sniffed a couple times, then mumbled "sorry".
"Look a person in the eye when you apologize, young lady", I said. "And say it so we can hear it."
She looked up, and stood taller. Her tan thighs came together perfectly and her breasts stodd out as she squared her shoulders.
"I'm sorry I cussed at you, Shirley. And at you, Seargent Joe."
"I forgive you, Sarah. You'll do better now", Shirley answered.
"I do too", I said. "Put your clothes on and get your stuff from the car."
"Hey, that was Damon's fault!", she answered.
"Partly. Not all of it, though. If you were in it as deep as he was, you'd go to the pen too. But you knew what he was doing when you shacked up with him."
She sat silent, staring out the window, so I continued.
"Count yourself lucky we could get you back out to house arrest after that stunt you pulled at your mom's house. But Shirley has a soft spot for her little sister -- and I do for her." I reached over and patted my 29-year-old wife on the thigh. Then I looked in the mirror again to see Sarah staring out the window. "There will be no boyfriends, no sex toys, no webcam nonsense, certainly no lying. You will study and earn your GED. You will show your sister and me respect. There will be no sassing or arguing." I thought that would get a reaction, but Sarah just kept staring silently. I knew at least half the things I'd listed had been problems for her in the past.
"If you break the rules, we will deal with you as befits a naughty girl. Sarah, when was the last time you had a good spanking?"
That brought her to life.
"What, Joe!? You think I'll let Shirley smack my ass?!"
"That unacceptable word has just earned you your first spanking", I answered. "But to answer your question, no, not Shirley. Usually I'll spank you."
"Shirley, you can't let him!" Sarah's voice was rising rapidly. "You said you were watching out for me again! Now you're going to turn me over to this prick?!"
I glanced at Shirley who gave me a funny little grin I couldn't quite read before turning to look her sister in the eye. "Sarah, I have watched out for you. I tried to teach you some of what Dad taught me before Desert Storm. But it didn't take. I plead with you. I scolded you. I covered for you. Now Joe and I are going to give you one chance to straighten up. We're going to handle you like Dad handled me -- firmly. Only you'll need more of it b/c you're ... older."
"You can't! Damn it! You can't smack my ass like I'm a fucking kid!"
Shirley cut in sharply. "We can -- or we can let you go back to jail."
That shut her up. She'd had a bad incident with a couple inmates ... Shirley hadn't told me much, but Sarah did not want to go back there.
We rode in silence until we pulled into the garage. Sarah hopped out and headed for the trunk.
"Inside, Sarah. We have a cussing issue to address.", I said.
"Just let me get my shit, Joe", she said.
"Living room. Now!" It was the tone I'd used occassionally with insubordinate soldiers in Afghanistan, usually with the phrase "On the deck, give me 30!"
She dragged herself in and I dropped the next bombshell. "Since this is your first spanking, you may retain your bra and panties - if you obey me."
"What the hell, Joe!? You think I'm going to undress for this shit?"
Shirley spoke up again. "Strip, girl. Unless you want to give Joe a real good look at your vagina your first day here!"
Sarah shot a murdurous look at Shirley and turned away from us. She started slowly unfastening her jeans. Very slowly. When 30 seconds had passed without anything being removed, I quietly removed my belt. Shirley mouthed "ouch" to me, but the funny little grin was back. Apparently she was enjoying bringing her little sister in line!.
When fully a minute had passed without any skin becoming visible I snapped the belt out. The end caught her left thigh just below the buttocks.
"Holy fucking shit!" she yelled as she spun around.
Her jeans were unsnapped and unzipped showing a bit of lacy pink at the fly. She'd made nor further progress undressing.
"We told you to undress. You have a paddling coming for doddling right after your initial spanking. Now remove everything except your bra and panties."
Shirley again appealed to Sarah. "Dad didn't do you like this, did he?"
"Girl, I had the doubled belt across my bare bottom over and over. Now get those jeans off!"
Shirley was holding firm. I was glad to see it! I really wasn't sure she had it in her, but she was doing great.
Sarah continued arguing. "But I'm not a kid and OW Damn it!" My belt had just wrapped around her right thigh.
"No more argument. Obey. Everything off but your undies."
She glared at me for a split second, glanced at the belt in my hand and took her jeans down. She struggled just a second to get them off over her ankle bracelet and stood up. Her thighs were tanned up to the line left by her bikini. The pink thong revealed white 19-year-old hips, a little skinny but definitely worth a second look. A bit of dark pubic hair peeked out on the right side.
"T-shirt!" I barked.
"What the h -- SHIT!"
The belt crossed the fronts of her thighs only an inch below that little pink thong. Her t-shirt came off and I saw tears just starting to come from angry eyes.
I looked her over quickly. Her tan lines suggested a lot of bikini time. The welt on the front of her thighs almost matched her thong. She was skinny with several ribs showing, but still a good looker. Still, I'd definitely married the prettier sister.
"Now", I began, "I said you could keep your underwear if you obeyed. You haven't."
For the first time she tried begging. "Please, no, I'll obey. Don't make me take my underwear off! My ass is already bare with this thong!"
"Show me", I answered and she turned around. A very white bottom was barely framed in pink. I looked at Shirley to see what she thought. "Just her bra", was her nearly silent answer.
I nodded. "Turn around. You may keep your thong if you obey the rest of the time. Remove your bra."
She looked like she would argue, but then glanced at my belt and removed her bra.
"Hands behind your head, elbows up."
Her breasts were full, larger than I would expect on so thin a girl.
My eyes met Shirley's again, and she again had the funny little grin.
I began the pre-spanking lecture. "Sarah, you're 19 years old, right?" A nod. "That means a standard spanking for you, for a single offence will be 19 swats. Depending on the severity of the offence, I will elect to spank you by hand, with a paddle, or with a belt." A bit of fear came into her eyes as I continued. "You are not a child and you will not be afforded all the protections of a child. You are a woman of more experience than your years should suggest, knowing very well what nudity is all about. You will usually be spanked fully naked."
Sarah was turning red now, her eyes on the floor.
"Today I've made an exception. As for today's punishment, you have used cuss words about a dozen times since I told you they were against the rules. What's a dozen times 19, Sarah?"
She mumbled something.
"Look me in the eye, young lady, and answer the question!"
She looked up and said "I don't know", then dropped her eyese again.
"I don't know either, but it's near 200. I'm not giving you 200 swats. I will give you 2 spankings' worth - 38 swats - for all the dirty talk. Then your paddling for doddling while undressing. Turn around and touch your toes."
She gave Shirley one pleading look, then obeyed. Her white rump could have had a bit more curve to it, but was definitely worth the look ... and worth spanking. I stepped to her left side and laid my left hand on the middle of her back. Then I laid my right hand on the fullest part of her left butt cheek. She cringed, her whole body tightening.
"Sarah, you will hold this position until told otherwise. Getting up or covering up will get you more time with the belt and the removal of your panties."
Without further ado, I drew back my hand and brought it down on the left check. Sarah squealed and I came down on the right side. I paused to look. There's nothing quite as sexy as a woman's white rump wearing a matching pair of pink hand prints. And she had them. Bright red where my palm came down and five definite finger marks on each cheek.
I looked at Shirley and saw her little grin getting bigger. She knew this was what Sarah needed! And maybe Sarah did too. As I resumed spanking her, she wiggled a little but didn't try to get away.
Swats 3 and 4 were on the lower buttocks just above the thigh. Then a swat on each thigh. I alternated left and right, working up and down counting up to 18. Number 19 was low in the middle right over where I estimated her anus to be. This one got an extra yelp and some shuffling of her feet. For the second set, I followed the same pattern, left, right, down and up. And I gave her the final swat right over her anus again.
I stepped back next to Shirley and looked Sarah's bottom over. I'd done a pretty thorough job. Her entire buttocks were glowing as were the top 6 inches of her thighs.
I didn't quite expect it, but I was rock-hard as I looked that red rump over. I gave Shirley a hungry look and she whispered, "Give me 2 minutes", before heading down the hall to our room. I looked after her, then at my watch. 2 minutes to kill.
"Sarah", I said, "We'll give you a few minutes before your paddling. Stand, place your hands behind your hand, and turn around."
She obeyed, rivers coming from her eyes and nose, her thighs quivering a little. The welt across the front had mostly faded.
I set a box of Kleenex next to her. "Clean your face up, then get your elbows high again." She obeyed, sobbing but wordless.
I retrieved the paddle from the coffee table drawer. It was oak, 1 1/2 inches wide, 1/4 inch thick and 18 inches long. I gave my left palm on sound smack with it and Sarah gasped. I walked back over to her and placed my left thumb and forefinger on her inner thighs near that welt. "Spread them a little", I said. Sarah shuddered, but obeyed. I slipped the paddle between her thighs. "Hold this", I said, and she closed those tan thighs on it.
Then I looked at my watch. 2 minutes, 10 seconds. I headed for the bedroom.
Shirley was perfectly prepared. Naked but for thigh-high fishnet hose she was kneeling on the bed. Legs spread, back swaying to show off her perfect bottom and slightly spread labia. I was naked before I knew what I was doing. She twisted so her right breast lay visible to her right as she looked back at me, her hair swept off to her left. "Take everything I've got, Seargent Joe", she whispered.
She'd already lubricated, so I went in deep and hard. In 4 or 5 minutes she came, but I held on and gave her another 8 or 10 minutes. Then we exploded together.
She collapsed on the bed and rolled over. I was right. I had married the prettier sister. Her hips had just the right curve and her breasts were incredible. I pulled her to her feet, then gave her a hard kiss on each breast. Sweat dripped from both of us as we hugged and kissed another minute. We cleaned up and dressed and Shirley said, "Well, we have a job to finish, don't we?"
"Yeah, wouldn't want to keep Sarah waiting too long. We know she wants that paddle."
"Right", Shirley grimaced.
When we returned to the living room, Sarah was standing as I'd left her. Elbows were high displaying her breasts to good effect, eyes again on the floor.
"You may use the Kleenex again", I said. "Now, if you had obeyed quickly instead of doddling, your punishment would be over. Next time I tell you to undress for a spanking, you will remember this paddling and I think you will obey quickly."
I grabbed the end of the paddle. "Release it. Turn and touch your toes."
I stepped back for a better look at her bottom before starting. I had not bruised her much by hand. Only a couple little spots. And the general red glow was mostly gone.
I stepped up to her left as before, laid my left hand on her bare back and laid the paddle across the fullest part of her buttocks. "Once again, you will remain in this position until told otherwise." And then I raised the paddle and brought it down hard. I worked down to her sit spot and back up as high as I dared go with a paddle, then back down and on down, half-way down her thighs. I counted my way back up, landing number 19 right over her anus.
I stepped back by Shirley and looked Sarah over again. The bruises were starting to appear.
"Stand, hands behind your head, turn around", I said. She did as I said. "You may use the Kleenex again. Now, do you have something to say?"
She look up then, confused.
"You were punished for something", Shirley explained. "Don't you want to apologize?"
For an instant the rebellion of 30 minutes ago showed in her eyes, then it passed. Sarah sniffed a couple times, then mumbled "sorry".
"Look a person in the eye when you apologize, young lady", I said. "And say it so we can hear it."
She looked up, and stood taller. Her tan thighs came together perfectly and her breasts stodd out as she squared her shoulders.
"I'm sorry I cussed at you, Shirley. And at you, Seargent Joe."
"I forgive you, Sarah. You'll do better now", Shirley answered.
"I do too", I said. "Put your clothes on and get your stuff from the car."