Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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Mark fidgeted uncomfortably, with his hard-on trapped beneath his bound body. He tried to turn his head as he heard footsteps, but Kim was out of his line of sight. And then, he felt a probing finger at his butthole. The strange thing was that even the paddling from Mom didn't bother me as much as it usually did. I suppose normally it came right after her vigorous spanking which had reduced me to a puddle of tears and fury, and the "big swats" (as I liked to call whatever the finale was) were just frosting on the cake that I truly resented. This time this was all Mom did and though it was terribly painful, I was able to bear it surprisingly well. I cried, of course, but through the first five or so I was almost enjoying it. Mark silently glided behind the door even as it opened. As Kim stepped through, Mark grabbed her pinning her arms even as one hand covered her mouth. Fishmiester on Protected: Protected: In Three’s ~ No-9 – ‘Princess Spanky Gets A Job’, Part Two – Part 10… Pleased with Carly's attitude, she smiled. "You caused me to involve Anya in my business. I'll bare your bottom for two strokes of my heavy punishment strap. Its intense burn will humble you."

Not long after that Dana was off at a college and it was mainly just Shayla and I spanking each other. A few times a year Dana would return home and on at least two occasions, we told her she deserved a spanking and we each gave her a really good one. She didn't seem to mind and went along with it. They both gave me quite a going over. The hand portion was so vigorous it hurt, but it was only a few minutes from each. Then they started with the hairbrush and really gave it to me. They took turns, so it was like five minutes from Shayla and then five from Dana. And then that was repeated twice more! Three sisters spank each other to save their busy mom time. (Approximately 5,192 words. Originally published 2017-12.)As we emerged into the kitchen area I asked her: “How many swats did the other boys get?”“Oh, I dunno. A couple got two and a one got three, I think. Mind you, they got real swats – not love taps like you!” She pushed my head playfully to one said, laughed and walked off. I was just admiring your apple tree," he replied awkwardly, not being able to think of what to say. She looked at him with a slightly amused look on her face and he felt his face flush again and his erection harden. I remember one spanking where Mom was frustrated because she was going to be late to work. She was working on Shayla after having hand-spanked Dana, and I kept hoping she'd run out of time for my turn. Fat chance of that!

Suddenly I told Shayla, "When Mom finds out you didn't put the dishes away, she's going to spank you." I'm Thomas," he said, clearing his throat, trying to disguise his nervousness, "I've come to quote for the gardening." So I bent over and got ten more swats. At least by that age my butt was broad and sturdy, almost as big as Mom's, and I could take it. After what felt like days, but was in fact closer to a couple of hours, I heard the front door open and my dad come into the house. I couldn’t hear exactly what he and Mum were talking about downstairs, but I could take a good guess – and he didn’t sound happy. I waited for at least another 45 minutes until eventually I heard my father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. This made no sense at all, of course, since there was no guarantee that Shayla would deserve a spanking, and Mom wasn't going to be home for hours, but my twin simply nodded.It seemed like every week at least one of us got it, and often it was two or three of us as a group. This started to be a problem when Shayla and I were in the ninth grade. Mom was working double shifts at the hospital (she's a nurse) frequently to make ends meet, as Dad had lost his job and wasn't paying child support. (They'd split when I was seven.)

There was another long pause before she answered quietly, "Then I shall make sure it is, Thomas. Come here at once. I want you here in ten minutes and I will add an extra stroke for each minute you are late." We spanked the hell out of each other all afternoon until Mom got home from work (she was on the day shift then), and she was impressed. She used the big paddle on our butts, delivering a certain number of swats for each poor grade. I couldn't even do the math, but Shayla and I must have gotten two dozen each and I think Dana got ten. It was the first time I remember not dreading report card day!Waiting, Miss Roberts recognized Anya's female silence, her negotiation with herself, her last chance to escape, and her final decision.