Sarah challenges Shirley - Part 1

[sgtjoe]

19-year-old Sarah lives under house arrest in the home of her firm 29-year-old sister Shirley and strict brother-in-law, Seargent Joe.
Previous stories are:
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2093 Sarah's House Arrest Begins (M/F in a thong)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2094 Sarah's First Few Days (M/F, fully nude, more severe)

Today's story is milder and involves F/F scenes as well as an M/F scene and sex between the disciplinarians.


Four days passed since that last paddling before Sarah's bad attitude came to the front again. But come to the front, it did.

I arrived home and was met first by Sarah. "Joe, Shirley can't swat me, can she? And she can't walk into my room without knocking, can she?!"

"Sarah, Shirley can do anything she considers necessary, and you may not resist her", I answered as her face fell. "If you think she has been unfair, tell me after the fact."

Then Shirley arrived from the kitchen, wooden spoon still in hand from preparing supper. We exchanged a smile and I resumed with Sarah. "So, tell me about these swats, Sarah. What led to them and how severe were they?"

As Sarah began stumbling for her explanation, I took my first good look at both ladies. For once Sarah was wearing more than Shirley who was in a jean skirt that rode at mid-thigh and a tank top that complemented her upper figure nicely. She caught me looking past Sarah to look her over well and swished her hips and winked.

Sarah was in stirrup pants, heels, and a bulky sweatshirt. I didn't think they went together, but I'm an engineer, not a fashion expert.

I brought my attention back to Sarah whose story was starting to come together. "I was scrapbooking at the table and Shirley wanted it cleaned up for lunch. Well, I started cleaning up, but then Shirley comes over and says 'Hurry up!' and swats me on the hand!"

"One swat?", I ask. "On the hand. That's what this is about?"

"Well there was no warning or nothing, she just swatted me. I hadn't done a thing!"

I glanced to Shirley who was very ready to answer. "That's right, she hadn't done a thing. It was 20 minutes after I first told her to clean up. The soup was getting cold."

"So then what happened?"

Shirley continued. "Sarah jumped from the table, cursed me, and ran into her room, slamming the door. I stacked her scrapbook stuff on the counter and followed her into her room."

"Without a 'please' or a 'knock' or nothing!", Sarah added.

"So ... what on terribly personal endeavor did your sister intrude?"

"Nothing! That's not the point! I deserve some privacy. You're treating me like ... like ... "

"Like a prisoner", I finished. "We must. And prisons are not noted for high degrees of privacy. When Shirley and I prepared to take you in, knowing about that webcam foolishness that ended your stay at your mom's and landed you back in a real prison, we changed the knobs on your door and the bathroom door. Bedrooms and bathrooms usually have locking handsets. Yours do not. I have never walked in on you and I'm not aware of Shirley doing so until this time - but either of us may if we see fit."

"Even in the bathroom? In the shower?"

"If I were to pull you out of the shower, do you think I'd see anything I didn't last time I spanked you?"

Finally, she was done arguing.

"Now", I said, "By all accounts, you cursed Shirley, besides making lunch-time difficult for her and challenging her authority. What do you think will happen?"

"Spank me, I guess." She gave a disgusted grimace. "Strip and be spanked, spanked, always spanked."

"More or less", I said. "I could opt for some pushups, but this is a little bigger than all that. However, if you obey perfectly, I'll give you only 1 set tonight."

Sarah looked up and I finished. "Shirley will give you the balance tomorrow. Everything off."

Shirley moved up beside me, spoon still in hand and Sarah turned away. I unbuckeled my belt, expecting to need it at some point.

"Sarah", Shirley said, deciding that if she was to keep Sarah in line she may as well be firm even now. "Face us as you undress. When you are being punished you need no modesty and you'll have none."

Sarah hesitated only briefly, then turned even as she tossed the sweatshirt onto the sofa. "You ain't gonna need that belt", she said. "You said one set if I behave and one is all I can handle tonight."

In another 45 seconds she stood naked before us and, without even being told, put her hands on her head. She looked cold tonight. Her arms and legs were showing goosebumps. I'd already noticed she was quite thin and the ribs that showed made those full breasts stand out more. Tonight her nipples were unusally erect and she might have been shivering a little. Her pubic hairs were jiggling slightly.

"Good girl", I said. "Now, I said one set, and that's what you'll have for using abusive language on your sister. I'll give you the details on tomorrow's punishment after that. Turn and touch your toes."

She obeyed, presenting her well-rounded creamy buttocks above her slender tan legs. She had a faint bruise remaining at her sit spot on the left and a sharper one at mid-thigh on the right. That one would have been from the paddle.

"Your bruises are almost gone, Sarah, and I'm going to avoid spanking those spots", I said as I took my place to her left. I placed my left hand firmly on her mid-back and delivered the first swat to the fullest portion of her left buttock. I followed it immediately with a hard swat to the same spot on the right. I paused to observe firm red hand-prints on each side, then continued left and right, up and down through 16 swats. I was giving her less on the thighs to avoid the old bruises. With 3 swats to go I paused again. With thumb and forefinger I spread her cheeks enough to very the location of her anus. I released her cheeks but gave her the last 3 low in the middle -- right over the spot.

I stepped back next to Shirley. Sarah was quite red, but I didn't think she'd bruise from tonight's punishment.

"Stand, place your hands behind your head, and turn around", I ordered. She obeyed, tears on each cheek, elbows held high. She was clenching and unclenching her buttocks, causing her pubic area to slightly thrust forward and relax. Her nipples remained erect.

"Sarah, you have challenged Shirley's authority. You will completely submit to her. She has given up a pretty good job at Wells Fargo to stay home and make this house arrest work. You have had a hard enough time treating her with ordinary respect, but you must obey her and come fully under her authority."

I paused. She wasn't sure where this was going, but was sure she didn't like it.

"Tomorrow", I continued, "you will on 3 separate occasions ask Shirley to please order you naked and spank you hard."

"I have to ask for it?", she asked.

I don't know why she bothered. It wasn't like I was given to backing down.

"Yes. And right now, you will ask her to please give you some practice swats before you are allowed to put any clothes on."

Sarah got the rebellious gleam in her eye, but only for an instant as she glanced at my unbuckeled belt.

"OK", she said glumily. "You can give me the practice swats", she said to Shirley.

"I do not need your permision, young lady", Shirley answered sharply. "You are to ask me to please spank you before you are allowed to put any clothes on. And you will address me by name."

Sarah glanced at my unbuckeled belt again, then said, "Shirley, please give me a practice spanking before I am allowed to put my clothes back on."

"Good girl", Shirley answered as she stepped forward, laying her spoon on the coffee table. "Turn and touch your toes."

I wanted to see how this went. Shirley had never, to my knowledge, given any spanking except my birthday swats -- and those were a joke.

She brought a palm down on each bare red cheek. I could see no effect.

"Try it on her thighs where she's not so red", I said. "I want to be sure you're making an impression."

She delivered 2 swats to each thigh. Only the slightest pink showed up.

"Use the wooden spoon", I ordered.

Shirley tried that, but kept it too straight and stiff. Still, very little pink was showing.

"Like this", I said. "Flip your wrist to make it strike faster." I flipped that spoon and brought it down her Sarah's right cheek. She jumped and squealed.

"Now you do it", I said, returning the spoon to Shirley. With 6 more swats she was doing a good job.

"OK, Sarah", Shirley said. "Stand up, place your hands on your head, turn around, and spread your legs."

I didn't usually make Sarah spread them, but Shirley was in charge at the moment.

Sarah did everything except spread her legs.

Shirley was quick. "I said spread them", she barked as she swatted Sarah's left leg with the spoon.

"Now you may apologize", Shirley said as Sarah obeyed.

"I'm sorry, Shirley. I will obey you and respect you."

"I forgive you, but I expect you to apologize each time I punish you tomorrow."

After that, Sarah dressed and we had supper. My eyes kept going back to Shirley's bare thighs and tight tank top. Later in the evening, Sarah headed for her room and I said, "Shirley, are you sure you're onto using that spoon? Why don't you bring it back in here?"

She must have known what I was thinking b/c she swished her hips at me again as she went to get it. Shirley came to my right side as I sat on the sofa with a mischevious glint in her eye. I held up my left hand.

"Try that spoon on there", I said. She gave my hand a good swat, knowing something was coming. "I don't know, try it again." This time I grabbed the spoon. "It's more like this", I said, bending her across my lap. Shirley giggled as I flipped that short denim skirt up revealing the bottom I'd been wanting all evening. She was wearing my favorite underwear, a lacy pink thong. She thrust her creamy bottom up to meet the playful swats I began to bring down on it.

"So what about that spoon, Joe?" she teased.

"Oh, that doesn't actually hurt", I said. "It's just a little pat like", and I brought it down in one sharp swat on her right cheek.

"Ouch!" she squealed and flipped herself over to lie face-up on my lap and the sofa. I didn't mind. I flipped the front of her short skirt up and started rubbing her thong lightly. I massages her left breast with my left hand and teased some dark pubic hair out of her thong with my right fore-finger. She let out an "mmm" and I continued a little longer.

Then I told her, "You will be naked in 30 seconds. Since Sarah's in the house, you might want to get to the bedroom first."

"No sir, Seargent Joe", she said with a twinkle. "I'm stripping slow for you tonight."

"You better get to that room, then, girl!" I thought I was hard before, but Shirley's slow strip routines were breathtaking. She didn't do it often, but each time she tried something a little different to see what would rev me up the most. I set her up on my lap, kissed her right breast, then pushed her to a standing position. As she stood, I briefly lifted the back of her skirt to see where the spoon had landed. There was a nice pink oval. There's nothing quite so sexy as a good-looking bottom turned partly pink!

Well, ordinarily, there's nothing so sexy. But when we got to the bedroom, Shirley began her promised slow strip.

She knows how I am about her legs and hips, so she started with the short skirt. Standing just 6 feet in front of me, she unfastened it, then put her hands behind her head and started a hoola-hoop motion. The skirt slid to her ankles and she continued the mesmerizing motion with her now-bare hips, then turned and reached to her ankles and stepped out of it. With the skirt free she spread her legs to shoulder width, still touching her ankles and arched her back. Her pink thong framed her perfect full bottom beautifully. Just as she grinned back at me, I stepped forward and rewarded her with a light pinch of the left cheek. The pink mark from the spoon was already starting to fade. She stood and turned to face me again, giving those wonderful bare hips a couple more hoola-hoop swings.

Who would think removing a pair of tennis shoes could be so sexy? But she stepped back to a folding chair and turned it sideways so she could lean back. Facing me, she leaned back, stretched her left leg out for balance and raised her right leg, bending it at the knee. She could have been a ballerina, she was that graceful. As she slowly untied the shoe, she was showing me a perfectly stretched left leg, a right hip pulled as high as it would go, and that little pink thong in between. After removing her right shoe, she slowly switched position, right leg stretched toward me, left fully cocked. As she slowly untied the left shoe, I unbuttoned my shirt. I never took my eyes off those wonderful legs, hips, and thong as I dropped my shirt behind me. Shirley had left her socks on, I noticed as she stood back up. She must have other plans for them ... or a repetition of the position.

"So far, so good, Seargent Joe?", she whispered, slowly rolling her tank top up.

"So far, your best performance ever, Shirley", I answered. "I hope you want more sex than sleep tonight!"

She was grinning as she drew my eyes up her body by rolling her tank top up toward her breasts. I'm mostly a leg and hip guy, but she had me looking exactly where she wanted me to. She pulled the tank top above her bra, revealing it to be lacy and pink - matching her thong and doing little to conceal her large breasts. Tonight she didn't make a production of removing her bra, just unfastening it. When she pulled her top and bra over her head I stepped in quickly. I held the top over her eyes with my right hand squeezed her left buttock with my left, and took her left nipple firmly in my lips. Keeping her blindfolded, I kissed that breast hard for 15 seconds, then let her go and stepped back.

When her top cleared her head she was flushed and breathing heavily. Shirley was enjoying this as much as I.

I pulled my shoes off and unfastened my pants as I looked her over. Only socks and thong to go.

She stepped back to the chair and turned it toward me, but sat in it sideways. She repeated the movements she'd used in removing her shoes, but giving me the side view this time. It was very sexy, but I found the front view a bit more.

She rose from her chair wearing only the thong and turned toward me. She put her hands behind her head and twisted slowly back and forth, stretching and putting those breasts back to work. Oh, she could tempt and tease!

She slowly brought her hands down and hooked both thumbs in the waist of her thong, then stopped, looking at me questioningly.

"Show me, girl!", I said. "I'm about to explode over here!" It was almost true. My penis was almost out the top of my briefs.

She giggled and quickly turned around. As she pulled the thong to mid-thigh, Shirley thrust her creamy bottom toward me. Almost as quickly she was facing me again, her dark symetrical triangle of hair finally revealed above the. Then she tried another new move. She went into a Brazilian samba, thighs pumping quickly and bare hips gyrating. I couldn't tear my eyes from her inner thighs and pubic hair. As soon as her thong worked its way to her ankles, she turned and bent all the way down to remove it. Upon removing it from her ankles, she spread her legs to shoulder width and thrust her bottom toward me again.

Bending to remove my own underwear gave me a good look at spreading pink lips just beneath that upthrust bottom. Then I was with her, one finger firmly between her lips and my other hand clutching her breast. As I pressed upword with that finger, Shirley gasped a long "ooohh!". She was already moist and warm and I was massaging firmly. But then she said, "Just a minute, Joe. I'm not done."

I stepped back again. "I wouldn't want to cut a show this good short!" Actually, I was ready to throw her in bed and jump in on top of her. But if she'd planned more, I didn't want to disappoint her.

She stood and turned, putting her hands behind her head and raising her elbows to show off those breasts again. She stepped slowly back toward the chair. She caught sight of my erection and gave a slow smile, then rolled her tongue around her lips. We rarely went oral, but the hint was unmistakable.

When she got to the chair she stood with it on her right side. She turned her right foot outward and put it up on the chair. She went up on her toes on that foot, showing the curve of her calf up to her knee, her whole inner thigh toward me, the curve of the back of her thigh to her buttocks ... all leading back to that triangle of hair. And those moist pink lips I'd touched a few seconds earlier.

"Every inch of me is yours, Seargent Joe", she whispered. My eyes swept back to her face past her beautiful pair of breasts. "Ready to drill?"

I was back to her in an instant, my right hand between her thighs, my left arm around her. I lifted her, bringing her left breast to my lips. I squeezed her nipple hard in my lips and pressed my face into her breast. As she gasped, I laid her on the bed.

We slept naked that night and made love 4 times before breakfast.

Sarah wasn't up for breakfast since I had to leave early to get to a 9 AM meeting in the next city. So Shirley wore only my favorite nightgown as we ate bagels together. It was red with spaghetti straps. Its lace revealed much of her breasts and it was short enough to show most of her legs.

"How are you feeling, Shirley?", I asked.

"OK, a little tired. Somehow I didn't sleep a lot", she smiled.

"Me neither. But it was a lot of fun."

"So ... how was the show?"

"Your best ever. That samba routine was breath-taking. And who but you could make taking off one's shoes so sexy?"

She laughed, then said, "You mentioned to Sarah that I'd quit Wells Fargo. Do you miss my work?"

"I'm sure we will when a big bill comes up, but I'm enjoying you more as a full-time wife. We're eating better, relazing together better ..."

"Sleeping better?", she asked with a twinkle.

"Having more fun sleeping!" I turned serious again. "Do you miss the work?"

"Sometimes. The social interaction. You know, I still have friends, politics, whatever, but I interacted a lot at work."

"Sure. You've got the Party Women's Meeting soon, don't you?"

"Tuesday. I'll be gone when you get home ... should be home about 9:30."

"Think Sarah can cook that night? Or should I?"

"She can." Then Shirley looked less sure. "I'll make sure we have some maccaroni and cheese available."

"OK." I stood to leave. "Don't forget that spoon today."

"Oh, no! And Sarah won't forget."

"Good girl!" I kissed her, then stepped into the garage. I put my laptop in the car, then looked back. Shirley stood there in that gown that barely hid her charms from me. I turned back toward her and pointed at the hem of that short gown. I slowly raised my finger. She raised the gown above her breasts and blushed. I came back to her and kissed each nipple. "I sure love you, Shirley!", I whispered, then our mouths locked together for anothe minute as my right hand massaged her vagina.

"Got to go, girl!", I said and brought my mind back to traffic and directions and appointments and a network troubleshooting session.

Shirley's day passed uneventfully until 3:00. Sarah had been uncomfortable around her, but trying to stay out of trouble. Finally Shirley said, "Isn't there something you need to ask me, young lady? I don't think you want to wait for all this until Joe comes home."

To be continued ...