My Brother's Slave 3
The next day my young healthy skin had returned to normal with only small
bruises where the tip of the switch had dug in. I stood in front of my mirror
and pushed on the little bruises while remembering how they got there. That was
all I needed to become excited enough to rub my clit and pinch my nipples for a
nice orgasm.
I went downstairs to pour myself a glass of orange juice and noticed Mom was
sniffling. I went to her and said, "Mom. What is wrong?"
She let out a little sob and whined, "Oh Julie. I really screwed up. Your Dad is
going to be so mad. I was backing out of the garage and backed into his tractor.
The bumper on our car is really dented."
"God Mom. The tractor is huge. How could you not see it?"
"When I back out of the garage I look to the sides so I won't hit the door. I
know if I can go straight out of the garage I will be on the driveway. It never
occurred to me that something would be behind me."
"God. Mom I don't even have a license but I know you should look behind you
before backing up."
"I don't know. It always worked before." Then she said defiantly, "It is his
fault! He shouldn't have parked behind me."
"Yeah. Right. He will be sure to agree with you on that."
"Oh Julie. I am so scared. I know he will really punish me."
"Oh come on Mom. I know he has punished you before. I heard the slapping noises
in your bedroom and you didn't even yell."
She blushed and said, "I didn't know you knew. I tried to be quiet but this
won't be a little spanking for overcooking his food or not getting his clothes
clean enough, This is serious and worse it is the second time I have damaged a
car. The first time I was switched with a willow switch until I was a mass of
pain. God knows what he may do this time."
I knew that feeling and my clit twitched and I felt myself getting
wet.Shamefully instead of feeling sorry for her I just hoped he would let us
watch.
Dad came in at noon for lunch and as soon as Mom saw him she began to cry.
He seemed to know she had done something because he asked, "Okay. What did you
do? It must be bad."
She tried to answer but she was blubbering so bad she could not be understood so
I said, "She backed the car into your tractor and dented the bumper."
His face turned red and he yelled, "Jesus H. Christ! How in hell could you back
into the tractor? The son of a bitch is ten feet tall and eight feet wide. How
careless can you be. I punished you the first time you damaged it. I am going to
have to think about how I can punish you for this. Put the lunch on the table
while I take a look at it."
He went out the door but she was shaking so bad from fear I helped her pour the
soup and set out the sandwiches. Then I yelled at the boys to leave the conputer
and come eat.
They came down just as Dad came back in redder than ever he yelled, "Shit. You
didn't just dent the bumper. You totaled it. That is going to cost us a minimum
of the five hundred deductible and since it is your second accident we could
have our insurance cancelled."
As soon as he sat down she knelt beside him and blubbered. "I am sorry. I'll
never do that again. I promise!"
He was not moved saying as he picked up his sandwich, "That was what you said
last time. While I eat go out and get the punishment bench."
She moaned, "Oh no," but went outside.
I expected something exotic and wondered where it was hidden but she came in
lugging a saw horse. It was Dad's invention. There were two boards at each leg
with a slot in the middle and bolt in the slot with a handle welded to a nut.
You could loosen the nut then slide the boards up and down to raise or lower the
board connecting the legs so he could have the saw horse at the right height for
his saw or drill press.
She kept going toward the bedroom and Dad said sharply, "Where are you going?"
She said puzzled, "To the bedroom."
"No. Set it up in the center of the room."
She began to whimper saying,"Oh please. You aren't going to let the children
watch."
I let out a silent cheer as she loosened the bolts then lifted the two inch wide
board up to her waist then retightened them. I knew she was going to have to
straddle that board but I thought it couldn't be as bad as the rope I had driven
into my slit.
She stood there beside it until he looked at her and said, "Yeah that is a good
height. Get the rest of it."
She whimpered and went to the back door to get our straw welcome mat. It had
sharp bristles we could use to scrape the dirt off our feet before coming in.
She draped it over the board and it stuck me how clever Dad was. He had taken
two innocent looking items and turned it into a torture worthy of the Spanish
Inquisition. Anyone seeing them separately would never guess the painful
punishment they could cause.
Dad said "Since your carelessness has caused hardship to the entire family. The
family will be included in your punishment. Take off all your clothes and get on
the bench."
"Oh please. Not in front of the children."
"Arguing will just make it worse on you."
She whimpered and began taking off her clothes. It was a big production. She
started by sliding her hands under her skirt to pull off her panty hose and kick
off her shoes then she slowly unbuttoned her housedress to let it fall to the
floor. Then she pulled her full slip over her head. I looked at the boys and saw
them smiling at her slow strip. She stood there a moment in her panties and bra
then at a nod from Dad she took off the bra. She had really nice big round
breasts. I was glad because I was sure mine would look that good someday.
Finally with a sob she pulled down her panties and stood up. I saw I was not the
only one in the famiy hairless. Her pussy was of course bigger than mine but
still had the puffy pussy lips that made a tight slit.
He nodded again and she leaned over the horse then lifted her leg up to roll
over onto the mat. When she sat up her face made a grimace and a tear came to
her eye.
Dad said, "Hands on your head."
She reluctantly took her hands away from the top board and put her hands on her
head making her boobs push forward.
She winced as the needles pushed into her pussy and I saw some were actually
going into her slit.
Dad said, "You will get ten spanks. Julie. get the strap."
Mom whimpered, "Only ten? Thank you sir."
Dad said, "That is ten for each of us."
Mom just groaned, "OHHH."
Then he said, "Kids, you may make a game of it. Get the cards and each of you
draw one. Highest card is first spanker and on down. I will go last."
Pat got a king, George got a jack and I got a five but I ddn't mind being last I
was mainly interested in watching her reaction to the spanking.
Dad said, "Come here Pat. This is how I want you to do it. Hit the nipples." He
pinched her nipples so hard it made her squirm on the needles, "Then into the
crack of her butt." He pulled her cheek open and pinched her anus. "Then here on
this mound." He pinched the top of her pussy lips together to make her squirm.
"Then start over. The tenth you can put anywhere you want."
He followed instructions perfectly hitting the nipples so hard the strap buried
itself in her breasts. Then he hit into the buttcrack again making the strap
disappear and finally her pussy. Each spank made her squeal and squirm and when
he finished I saw a few drops of blood on her pussy. I had not realized the
straws were stiff and sharp enough to actually puncture the skin.
George took his turn and if anything hit harder making her howl and slide on the
needles.
On my turn I hit her as I would have wanted to be hit. Hard! She practically
danced on that mat with her legs swinging and her slit digging into it."
Dad's had to be the worst though. He just backhanded her ass crack and
forehanded her pussy to keep her in constant motion and I saw the needles
becoming red from her blood.
He just watched her sobbing convulsively on the horse for a few moments then
picked her up by her waist as if she weighed nothing and sat her on the floor.
He said, "Juie. Clean her up."
I got a kettle and filled it with cool water and began dabbing at her pussy with
it. She sighed and said weakly, "Thank you Julie. That feels good."
"Was it really awful Mom?"
"Yes, but thank God it is over."
I got her clean and the tiny punctures stopped bleeding although her pussy and
ass crack was flaming red.
Dad got a cup of coffee and when he finished it he said, "Now we will get on to
the main punishment. Boys. Lead her out to the barn."
She wailed, "Please not the barn!"
She struggled a little but the boys were strong from farm work and pulled her
along fairly easily.
When we got to the barn she looked at the rope hanging from a pulley in the
ceiling and wailed. I was really anxious to see what would scare her so much.
As instructed the boys buckled the calf hobbles on her wrists and then two
others to her ankles. Dad tied the rope to the wrist hobbles and lifted her into
the air. Then he tied two ropes to the ankle hobbles and told the boys to pull
as hard as they could and then tie the rope to the post at the side of the barn.
While they did that Dad pulled his rope while she shrieked until she looked like
an upside down "T"
I am pretty flexible but even I had never tried splits that wide.
Dad got the buggy whip and gave instructions to Pat. "One to the right nipple,
one to the left nipple,one across her navel, two to the left inner thigh, two to
the right inner thigh, One to the left vaginal lip, one to the right vaginal lip
and a final one into the open slit."
The slit was open all right. She was pulled so far apart you could see the pink
of the inner parts of her pussy. I realized from my experience that he had
chosen the most sensitive parts of her body. I also realized again that no-one
would guess That the items could be used to cause intense exquisite pain.
Pat did as instructed with her struggling and screaming at each one. When George
finished with her she was hoarse and just made gurgling noises. Then I noticed
that she had this strange look on her face and her tummy was pulsing in and out.
Looking lower I saw juice actually dripping from her red swollen pussy and I
knew she either was in or near orgasm. This made me feel better. I had inherited
the need for pain and it was not my fault. It was hers.
I showed her no mercy and neither did Dad since I think we both knew she was
beyond pain.
Dad had me go get the kettle while they let her down and I bathed all the welts
even having her open her legs to get to her inner lips. The boys watched avidly
and when her breathing got back to normal he said that was enough and carried
her back to the house to put her in bed.
Then he went back to work as if nothing had happened. The boys and I ran to my
room shedding clothes as we went. They were so horny they didn't bother to
torture me they just fucked me in every hole I had until we were exhausted.
We rested a bit then went down to be innocently watching TV when Dad returned. I
looked in on Mom and saw her with open legs carressing her pussy. I am not sure
if she was just trying to comfort it or was masturbating.
end part three
