My Brother's Slave
by Allene
I am really afraid of my brothers. Not because of their size because I am
sixteen and they are only fifteen and fourteen. I am afraid of them because of
what they can do to me.
My folks have always spanked us for any wrongdoing although it seems my sister
who is twelve and I seem to get the majority of them.
When I was younger they were just simple spankings with Mom's hairbrush but when
I was thirteen I made a mistake.
Dad had us lean over the back of a kitchen chair and then would flip up my skirt
or pull down my jeans and panties to give us from ten to twenty spanks. It
really hurt and I did my best to avoid them.
I was getting my school grades spanking. Dad expects us to get all "A"s so I
would get ten spanks for every "B" and twenty for each "C" . Thirty for a "D"
and fifty for an "F" fortunately for me my worst grades were "C"s. Unfortunately
on that day I had two "C"s. It wasn't fair because my bothers were only getting
pass or fail grades and any idiot could pass in the lower grades.
The spankings are really embarrassing because he lets my brothers and sister
watch me get them and my brothers enjoy watching too much and my sister thinks
it is funny and giggles while my poor butt is burning.
Anyway at thirteen my boobs got bigger and I had a lot of hair on my pussy so I
thought I was too old to be displayed. When Dad started to pull my panties down
I cried, "No. Not on the bare buns. I am too old for that. I am getting boobs
and everything. It is too embarrasssing."
Rather than agree he said, "So after all these years of showing your buns you
are suddenly embarrassed. Well since being bare embarrasses you it seems like an
ideal way to add to your punishment with no physical harm. Take off all your
clothes."
"No. No please? At least not in front of my brothers."
"Of course in front of them. It adds to your embarrassment and is an object
lesson to them."
My sister giggled and Dad said, "Don't laugh Betsy. You only have three years
before you are thirteen."
That shut her up and I said, "No I won't do it. It is too embarrassing. I will
die."
"You won't die and just for arguing you will get ten more."
That meant fifty I had never had that many and certainly did not want more so I
reluctantly began taking off my clothes. I delayed it as long as possible by
first taking off my shoes and socks then my jeans. Since Mom had decided I
didn't need a bra yet since I was only an "A" cup taking off my shirt would leve
my breasts bare. I decided to remove my jeans next as my cotton panties hid me.
Then I had a real decision to make. I decided to take off the panties since I
had so much hair they really couldn't see anything. Actually I should have just
ripped everything off fast because my slow strip just made everyone stare at me
more.
I turned my back to slide down my panties but Dad would not even allow that
saying, "No. Face us."
I did the next best thing by leaning way over to hide myself with my upper body
then holding my hand over my crotch when I stood back up.
I started to unbutton my shirt with my left hand but Dad said, "Use both hands."
I let out a little sob but slowly began unbuttoning it with both hands leaving
my crotch bare. I didn't realize the slow teasing strip would cause even more
intense stares.
When I had it off I immediately put my arm over my boobs and my hand back on my
crotch but Dad said, "Put your hands behind you."
I reluctantly put my hands behind my back realizing that made my boobs push out.
I was blushing to my toes as they stared and I saw my brothers sneakily putting
their hands on their crotches to move their penis's to hide the obvious bulge.
As I stood there totally mortified Dad said, "I don't know why you are so
embarrassed. Your boobs are still small and that bush of hair at your crotch
hides your sex. But I can fix that. Boys go out to the barn and get the calf
hobbles and some rope."
I did not know what he had in mind but was sure it would not be good. Then he
said, Go lie down on the dining room table. That was a relief I climbed up on it
and laid on my stomach grateful my boobs and pussy would be hidden for the
spanking.
He left the room and came back about the same time the boys came running in. He
told me to roll over and when I did I saw he was holding his old fashioned
shaving mug with the brush buried in foam and a razor.
He said, "Hold her legs open boys. I am going to get rid of that hair so she can
be truly naked."
I whimpered, "Please. No." I was proud of that hair it seemed to prove I was no
longer a little girl.
The boys grabbed my knees and pulled me so open it hurt my hips. While I sobbed
Dad took some scizzors from Mom and began trimming my bush as close as he could
then began brushing the foam all over my crotch clear to my butthole. I was
ashamed I had played with my pussy at night because this felt good and I found
myself getting a little excited. It was even more exciting when I felt the razor
sliding over my crotch and I kind of forgot my embarrassment.
Finally he finished and I looked down to see I was as bare as I had been at six
years old.
The boys released my legs and I snapped them together to hide as much as
possible until Dad told me to get off the table.
He led me under our huge wrought iron chandelier then strapped the hobbles
around my wrists then tossed the rope over the chandelier. He tied the rope to
the chain betweeen the hobble then pulled down on the rope to pull up my arms
until I was on tiptoes.
I kept my legs as tight as possible and saw in the mirror on the wall that hid
almost everything.
Dad said, "We need something else. George go out to the barn and bring me a
singletree."
A single tree is a round post with rings at the ends to put on horses harness at
back so they can pull a wagon. I had no idea why he would want it but I found
out.
When it was in the house he tied one ring to my ankle then pulled my legs apart
to tie my other ankle to the other ring. Now there was no way to hide. The
device pulled my legs so far apart I felt my little slit open and a breeze on
the exposed inner part.
Dad said, "Okay. We are going to leave you here on display for awhile so you can
get used to it since you will always be like this for any future spankings.
To make matters worse Mom and Dad went into the kitchen. The boys jumped out of
their seats to come over for a closer look. A look was not all they wanted they
began fondling my boobs and even my pussy while I cried," No go away."
I kept crying, "No! No!" but they just ignored me and George began running his
finger up and down my slit. He said, "She likes this. My finger is getting wet."
I blushed to my toes and cried "No stop that." but to my shame it did feel
good."
They heard the kitchen chairs slide back from the table and ran back to their
seats but I was not going to let them get away with it. As soon as Dad came back
I yelled, "Dad! The boys touched me in my private place."
Rather than get mad at them he just said, "Did that embarrass you?"
"Yes! It was terrible!"
"Good. We will make that part of the routine. I'll bet you make good grades next
time."
I couldn't believe he would say that. He had given us all spanking when he
caught us wading naked in the pond but I guess that was because we were so much
younger.
Then he said, "Your Mom and I decided that since you are older now we will stop
using the childish hairbrush and go to the strap I use on your Mom."
Mom blushed and I could hardly believe he was telling us this. We all knew she
got spanked from the "Splatting" noises from the bedroom but he had never let us
see it and I assumed it was a secret.
I looked down at his hand and saw him holding a leather strap about two feet
long and two inches wide. I sobbed assuming it was even worse than the brush.
He got beside me and began the spanking. It turned out it was not as bad as the
brush. It stung as bad but there was not the impact that made the brush bruise
me.
He hit each buttcheek ten times slowly so just as the sting began to subside he
would cause another. The sting made me lunge forward. I saw the boys loved the
way it made my pussy go forward and open so I tried to be still but I just
couldnt.
Then he gave me five on the back of each thigh. The ones just at the juncture of
my legs and butt stung so bad it made me squeal.
I thought that must be the worse but it wasn't. He began hitting the tender
inner sides of my thighs which kept me squealing and worse made me dance in pain
much to the delight of the boys.
He stopped and looked at me panting and glowing with perspiration. I thought he
was going to end it since I was sobbing hysterically but he just moved to the
other side of me and said, "This will be a new experience for you."
He began spanking my tummy from my pubic bone to just above my belly button. To
my surprise this did not hurt as much as the inner thighs.
He let me get my breath while the boys enjoyed watching me squirm in my bondage
then he began hitting my boobs. This was not terrible until he finished with two
across each nipple that made me scream.
He said, "That is fifty then joined Mom and the boys on the couch to watch me
pant and squirm until I just hung limp from the ropes softly sobbing.
He came over to me and said, "You are going to be real good now and also get all
'A's next time aren't you."
I moaned, "Yes. I never want this again."
"Good. I will release you now and you can go up for a cool bath to stop the
stinging and burning."
That sounded good to me and as soon as I was released I ran upstairs not
bothering to dress.
He was right the cool water stopped the stings right away and I was lying there
tracing the welts on my boobs and tummy with my fingers when the boys came in.
I yelled at them to get out but George said, "Aw come on sis we will never see
you more naked than we did downstairs. We just brought you your clothes and will
wash your back for you."
of course he was right so I got up on my knees so they could wash me. It really
felt good for their soapy hands to caress me so I didn't object when they moved
to my front to gently wash the welts on my tummy and boobs.
George said, "You got some dandy welts but I don't think you will be bruised
like the brush does."
I agreed and practically purred at the wonderful bath until Pat started washing
my pussy. That was too much and I said, "Don't. I'll tell Mom." Evidentally they
didn't think Mom would have the same attitude as Dad because they lost interest
and left.
I was so tired I went to bed but then as I was caressing the welts my fingers
got to my pussy and I masturbated until I had this wonderful release and went to
sleep.
The next morning I got up and looked in the mirror and was delighted to see only
a few minor bruises and the red gone completely. This was much better than the
brush which made me dread going to school to sit on those hard seats and make
excuses to stay out of the shower so the other girls would not see my bruised
butt. That did not mean I wanted to repeat the punishment though and I was
careful not to do anything that would make them mad even offering to do chores
and even got All "A's in my homework.
Dad was pleased and said, "I guess we found the secret to good discipline. Your
hairbrush spankings never brought about this much change."
I said, "I'll be good. I don't want another strapping especially on my inner
thighs and boobies."
It suddenly occurred to me that may have been a mistake. Now he knew where I was
most sensitive.
"Good for you but don't worry you need fifty spanks to get to your boobs and I
doubt you will earn that many again."
I was sure of that.
The boys were not happy though. I saw their disappointment when Dad proudly told
them my grades.
A few days later Dad told me to go check on the cattle in the hills to see if
any were sick or injured. I ran to get my horse even though I was wearing a
skirt rather than the usual jeans. Dad always has us kids ride bareback so if we
should fall off we will just hit the ground rather than being dragged by the
stirrups.
I found out that just having my panties between me and the horse made a totally
different experience than wearing thick jeans. I could feel it's stiff hair on
my pussy and found the bone at the base of it's neck rubbed me provoctively. I
decided to take off the panties to see if it would be even better. It was! Much
better. In a short time I became so excited I got off to hide in some bushes to
masturbate. I think maybe that is why girls love horses so much.
After a nice relief I put the panties back on so I could concentrate on the
cattle. I was glad I did because soon after that my brothers came galloping up
to me. I noticed they had ropes on their saddles but assumed they were in case
we had to lead a cow back to the barn.
George said, "Pat and I really liked the little dance you did when your inner
thighs were being strapped. We would like to see it again."
"No way. I have been good and plan to stay that way."
"Oh we didn't mean by Dad. We thought we would hang you up and give you a little
switching between your legs to make you dance for us."
"That is ridiculous. I am not going yhrough that pain and embarrassment just to
please you."
"Oh come on it will just be a little switch. We just want to hurt you enough to
dance."
"No Dammit."
"Are you sure? We can make it bad for you. You know Dad will believe us if we
tell him you did something bad."
That was true they had told on me before but there was always other evidence. I
said "No" again and they rode off saying I would be sorry.
I was afraid though and tried to stay in sight of Dad or Mom all the time I was
home so they knew I was innocent and was extra helpful. Each night I would grin
triumphantly at the boys when I was complimented by Dad or Mom for doing
something nice. This was returned by a look of hate.
I thought I had it made and didn't think much of it when I was studying in my
room in my robe after a bath and they walked in on me only to leave again right
away.
I heard them yelling for Dad and shortly afterward Dad yelled, "Julie. Come down
here. Right now!"
I didn't like the tone of his voice and jumped up to run down there wondering
what he could be mad about.
When I got there Pat said, "See Dad. She didn't have time to put her clothes
back on."
I was puzzled and said,"What is wrong?"
Dad said, "What is wrong? I'll tell you what is wrong. The boys tell me they
caught you naked in your bed playing with yourself. You know how we feel about
that."
I knew alright. Mom had caught me touching myself when I was little and gave me
a really hard spanking. She read me something in the Bible about spilling seed
but I still don't know how that applied to me. The boys also got spanked when
they were caught but I could more understand the seed story with them since I
had spied on them and saw some white stuff shoot out of their penises when they
got release.
I was really scared and said, "Dad they are lying! I am naked because I took a
shower."
He said, "Lying is just going to get you into more trouble. I know you only
shower before going to bed."
"Dad I was going to bed after studying."
"Stop your lies. The boys agree on what you were doing. Boys go out and get the
things we need."
I began to cry at the terrible injustice but it did me no good.
The boys rushed in with the hobbles, rope and singletree and dropped threm on
the floor under the chandelier.
I tried one more time saying "Mom. You believe me don't you. The boys are lying
because they like seeing me punished."
She said, "I would like to Honey but you have lied to us before."
I hung my head in defeat knowing she was right. When I was smaller I lied my ass
off in the effort to avoid a spanking but it never worked.
Dad led me under the chandelier and took off my robe. I was too frightened to be
concerned about my nudity. I only hoped this offence would not earn me the fifty
that would involve my poor boobs."
Dad said, "George tell us what she was doing."
"She was lying on her bed with her legs apart and was running her finger up and
down her slit while she squeezed her boobies with her other hand. We were
shocked to see it."
It occurred to me that they must have spied on me at some other time because
that was exactly the way I did it."
Dad said, "And well you should have. Julie are you willing to admit what you did
now or suffer more for lying?"
I had no choice. I sobbed, "Yes I did it. I'm sorry."
"Good. Show us what you did."
"Oh please! That is too embarrassing. Isn't a spanking enough?"
"Just do it!"
Tears fell from my eyes as I ran my finger in my slit over my clitoris and
squeezed my boobs and rubbed my nipples for what seemed like forever. I was so
scared I didn't even get wet."
Dad said, "That confirms it. That is exactly how the boys described it."
I sobbed knowing now The boys would always be believed."
To make things worse Dad made me tie my ankles to the singletree and buckle the
hobbles on my wrist then hold my hands up. It seemed I was helping them hurt me.
When I was pulled up tight enough to make my ribs show Dad said, " For this
offence you will get forty lashes."
I was relieved thinking my boobs would be saved but then he said, "Due to the
nature of the offence all forty will be placed on the areas that gave you
pleasure. I think that will be an unforgettable experience."
That was the understatement of all time. I can't even describe the pain as he
made the strap "Slap!" against me. Every stroke was put on my poor nipples and
up my slit to set my nipples and clit on fire. I screamed until I was so hoarse
just grunts came from my mouth.
When he stopped I just hung there panting and sweating. The sweat seemed to burn
my welts.
He said, "No cooling bath this time. You can hang there and think about what you
did."
Then he did something incredibly cruel. He said, "Boys her boobs and crotch
should be really senstive now. Go out and get some clothespins off the line to
put on them to keep the sting alive."
They ran out the door and came back in carrying all the pins they could. They
put them all over my welted boobs even the nipples and lined them up as close as
they could on my poor battered cunt lips. They just ignored my hoarse cries and
put the last one on my clit which made me strain at the ropes.
I sobbed and begged them to take them off but they just stood there watching me
stuggle and Pat said, "Wow she looks like a porcupine with all those pins."
Dad came back to look at me then jerked on the pins on my nipples. My cry made
him say, "This seems to work she is real sensitive. Leave them on for awhile
then take them off"
That inspired them and they began flipping the pins with their fingers while I
could only cry hoarsly "Please. Please."
Finally George said, "Are you going to do anything we ask now? I can hardly wait
to tell Dad you are such a slut you could not resist jerking off again. That
should get you eighty."
By then the skin under the pins was getting a little numb but I still wanted
them off and whined, "I'll do anything you want. Please take off the pins."
"Are you sure? Anything?"
"Yes anything. Nothing can be worse than this."
They started taking off the pins but as the blood returned the pain came back
with a vengence. They left the ones on my nipples and clit for last which
brought new cries.
I don't know how long I hung there it seemed like foreverat least long enough
for the sting and burn to subside. At least the boys helped on that caressing my
boobs and pussy. They realized how hart I was when Pat said, "Wow she is
hurting. Even all this play on her pussy is not making her wet."
Finally Dad came in and took me down. I was so weak he carried me up to my bed
and I immediately went to sleep.
The next morning I got up to look in the mirror and saw it was not like the
first time. My boobs were a maroon purple color and my crotch was the same.
Dad walked in while I was inspecting myself and said, "Still sore?"
"Yes but not as bad as it was."
"Well I had Mom make something for you to remind you of your spanking.
He pulled a burlap bag out of a sack and unfolded it to show neck and arm holes.
He slipped it over my head and pulled my arms through their holes. The hemp the
bag was made from had hundred of tiny fibres that felt like needles on my
sensitive boobs. I stood quietly since the slightest movement seemed to make new
punctures.
Then he came up with something even worse. He took out a piece of hemp rope to
tie tightly around my waist then took another piece to put between my legs tying
it to the other rope at my back. He moved to my front and tightened the rope to
slip into my butt crack against my senitive anus then pulled it up in front to
tie it tightly to the waist rope. Finally he pulled open my pussy lips to let
the rope slide inside causing a gasp as the fibres came into contact with my
clit.
Walking down the stairs was pure torture. The shirt rubbed on my poor nipples
and the rope in my pussy moved with each step.
When I got downstairs I sat on the couch trying not to move a muscle but I
couldn't help breathing which was enough to keep it sawing on my nipples. I sat
there with my legs apart not caring how I looked since it hurt much worse with
them together and besides I was long past any sense of modesty.
They let me sit there until almost noon. Dad came in and said, "Is that costume
pretty uncomfortable."
"Much more than that. I hurt constantly."
"I am sure it is not all that bad when you are sitting quietly but one more
thing and then you can take it off."
"Oh good. That will help a lot."
"Okay but first I want you to move a bit so I want you to follow this video.
Stand up."
Just standing brought new pain but then he turned on the tape and I saw it was
the excercise video I bought to get me in shape for junior cheerleading.
I groaned knowing those moves would be killers. For the next half hour while I
did jumping jacks, splits and other moves the pain never stopped and I was sure
I would be rubbed raw. When it was finally over My boobs and pussy felt like a
major floor burn.
It was almost worth it to get that costume off and I stood there naked with my
legs open not caring at all about the boys stares.
I was afraid of what the boys may want but was sure nothing could surpass the
punishment I had suffered the night before and the next day. Dad had me stay
naked for the next few days so he could inspect me and check on the healing. He
reminded me I was to keep my pussy bare and said he did not want the hair to get
coarse so I should check everyday and pluck out any hairs I found.
I found out that was not too bad if you did it fast except the ones right at the
edge of the lips which would not jerk out since the lips were flexible enough to
pull out unlike the others I could jerk.
The next day he inspected me and found a few I had missed around my anus. He
pulled them very slowly to cause maximum pain so I resolved to do a better
inspection. The problem is the damn hair grows so fast. I wish I could afford
electrolysis.
Fortunately the boys left nme alone while I was healing but I knew that would
not last.
End part one.
