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When we returned from our honeymoon my new wife presented me with a new strap she had made herself. It was very much like the one her father used. She laughed and said she never thought she would use her old summer camp leather craft training to make an object like that. We tried it out right away and both agreed it was as good (or bad) as the one she grew up with. However, I stressed that while the spankings that led to great sex would continue on a regular basis the strap would only come out when absolutely necessary. Her strict upbringing showed and she was the perfect wife and companion. I think there was only one occasion when she did something she felt was bad enough to earn her the strap and I derived no joy out of using it to punish her. And it was with mixed feelings that we celebrated(?) her birthday with a demonstration that the one extra bite of the supple leather strip was a good reason for eternal youth. Other than that it stayed in its hiding place.
Her parents moved away and asked if we'd allow their youngest daughter to stay with us while she attended the local college. We had just purchased a new house and there was plenty of room so we welcomed her. The two sisters got along famously and there was much giggling and carrying on as the younger one unpacked and moved in. However, there was a dark cloud hovering overhead as they asked me to join them in our living room. My wife said, "Sis has something to say and something to deliver. She wanted me to take it, but Dad said she was to give it to you. Go ahead."
There was silence and just when I thought I would have to ask what was going on she said. "I want to thank you for letting me live here. Mom and Dad wanted me to go to school near them to make sure I kept my grades up but you impressed them. They want me to ask you if you would ..."
She faltered a moment. "if you would take their place and. This is very embarrassing. And treat me as they would whenever you think I need to be ."
Another pause. "whenever I need a good, um, whenever I need to be disciplined. There, that's over with."
There was a subtle change in my wife. She downplayed the sympathetic sister and started to act like the girl's mother. "You told me upstairs that Dad wanted you to describe everything in detail so there would be no confusion when we have to punish you. Start with your schoolwork and other minor offences. I don't think he knows how Mom and Dad handled them."
With a nervous gulp and a deep breath our houseguest faced me and said, "I have to show you all tests or graded papers. If you think they're not up to par you should feel free to punish me by restricting my privileges or grounding me or whatever."
My wife prodded, "It doesn't end there does it."
A sad shake of the head. "No. You'll need to ., I hate saying this. Regardless of what you decide on for an extended punishment I'll always need to be spanked."
She brightened somewhat as she quickly added, "but not with this."
She produced a familiar looking piece of leather and then held onto it while the other female nodded to concur that not all spankings involved the strap. "But if I remember they're still spankings and not much fun. Tell him about them."
With a resigned sigh she said, "Dad takes me over his knee and it makes no difference where we are. Living room, dining room, family room, bedroom, wherever there's a chair handy. We don't have to take our clothes off but we, that is, I have to bare my bottom for it. It may only be with his hand but Sis is right, they're no fun at all. The same goes for minor offences."
I asked what constituted a minor offence and was told that determination was entirely up to me. My wife explained that she was subject to the same regimen during her college tenure and although never explicitly stated, she knew actually failing a class would not be considered a minor offence. The punishment would definitely be the formal affair I saw demonstrated and had performed that night and on at least one occasion since our wedding. Although it was obvious I knew the proper method the decree was for a complete description of the ways the girl was to be punished while in our care.
She had the hint of a snicker when she heard of her big sister getting the strap from me but it quickly disappeared as she continued her required speech.
"When you tell me to prepare for the strap I will put a chair into the center of the room. Should we use that one? O.K. Then I'll get the strap and take my clothes off. All of them."
She was almost in tears as she spoke. "Then I have to ask you to spank me. After spanking me with your hand I'll get the strap and since I'm nineteen years old that's how many times you should use it. Afterwards I'm to spend no less than thirty minutes in a corner and, this is the worst, they said you shouldn't delay my punishment if you have visitors."
She was crying by the time she finished and got a hug from her sister. "I know that must've been hard to say but it's done. Keep out of trouble and we won't have to punish you. Let me see that thing. Is it really the old family strap?"
With a sigh of relief to have her embarrassing speech over with and a bit of a smile she replied, "That's the one and I think Mom was quite happy to know it wouldn't be going with them."
After a short chuckle our new strap was brought out. "We have our own and I can tell you it does a fine job. We won't need that one so you can send it back. Imagine how pleased Mom will be when she opens the package and is reunited with her old friend."
That got a good laugh and it was a lighter mood when we sketched out a few simple rules of the house. We would all share the chores and respect each other's privacy. Since college is a time for more than just classes we didn't think a curfew was necessary but we expected the common courtesy of her telling us when she would be home. She could entertain friends in the house but we drew the line at `entertaining' a male friend alone in her room.
She fit right in to our little family and things went fairly well until her first calculus test. It was horrible. She was good at math but the class was the first thing in the morning and chatting with friends over coffee seemed more important than getting to class on time if at all. She was in tears and promised to change her ways and begged me not to spank her. I'm an old (O.K. not so old) softy and thought this scare would be enough but her pseudo-mother wouldn't hear of letting her off so lightly. "The sad-eyed puppy look never worked for me and it won't work for her. My folks want her to do well and they're counting on us to help her. She's just like me my first semester and we don't do her any favors by letting her get away with it. I'm sorry Sis but you know what has to be done."
There was a nod of what I assumed to be resignation and she stood next to me as I pushed my chair from the table. When I was ready she quickly unsnapped her jeans and in a flash they and her panties were clear of her bottom and she was over my lap. No frontal nudity display for me tonight but a bare bottom waiting for my hand. It didn't wait long. My wife had just reminded me of my responsibility and I was showing her and especially the girl on my lap that I was determined to fulfill it. I was striking hard but I wasn't sure just how much to give her since this was my first experience at this form of punishment. Oh sure, I knew how to spank and saw how her father used his hand on this very bottom but was I supposed to deliver a similarly lengthy motivation? While I was contemplating my dilemma she was repeating her promise to improve her studies. Her intelligible words were interspersed with the customary expressions of discomfort.
When I felt that her punishment was sufficient I let my arm hang to the side. Just as I was about to say the spanking was over I received unexpected direction. My wife had a funny look on her face and said, "No. Don't stop. Her bottom isn't red enough. Give her more."
I didn't want to make a scene and in order to maintain a united front when it came to disciplining our charge I continued the spanking. I finally received the approval of my assistant although it seemed to be a reluctant endorsement.
It took a few minutes for the girl on my lap to compose herself and struggle to her feet. She was attempting to pull her panties up until reminded to leave them where they were and head for the corner. I only got a flash of her front before she turned and hobbled to the appointed place of shame. My wife and I cleared the dishes and she kept looking at her sister's red rear end. She leaned close and said, "That was wonderful."
I patted her bottom and answered, "You want a little of what I gave her?"
She responded, "Yes but not that much. Mostly what I want is for you to ."
She whispered the last few words. I smiled and said I'd be happy to perform as requested when we went to bed but she shook her head. "No. She has another fifteen minutes in the corner and she won't move. All of us learned that even if a fireman was telling us to get out we stayed where we were until the time was up or Dad said we could move. She won't bother us. I want you and I can't wait."
She was in the process of preparing herself as she spoke. By the time she stopped speaking she was nude below the waist, bent over with her hands on one of the kitchen chairs and her feet wide apart. I gave her rear end a good swat but she stopped me. "You can spank me tonight up in our room. That's not what I need right now."
My urgency was as great as hers so after a quick flick of my zipper I was happily embedded and slamming into her hard and fast. Our interlude lasted less than five minutes but it was a satisfying five minutes.
When her sister was allowed to leave the corner she gave no sign that she heard our activities in the next room and immediately went upstairs.
Later that night I lightly spanked another bottom and this time we had much more than a `Quickie'.
As we snuggled in the afterglow I asked, "What was that all about downstairs? Did you really get spanked that hard for one bad test?"
She said, "Mom and Dad took our studies very seriously."
The answer seemed evasive and lacking in sincerity so I pressed for a better explanation. I finally got the whole story.
She said, "This is terrible. I never got any enjoyment out of watching either of my sisters get spanked before but every swat you gave her got me hotter and hotter. It wasn't just imagining me in her place but seeing the way you spanked her and the way she reacted. I feel, I don't know, perverted? But I really got turned on watching it. You're right, Dad wouldn't have spanked us that long for a little slacking off but I was fascinated and didn't want you to stop. I don't want her to suffer for just my entertainment but part of me wants to see it again. We won't have to think of any flimsy excuses. As I said, she's like me and the first year of college is full of ways to screw up. I guarantee she'll give us more opportunities to play Mom and Dad to a naughty schoolgirl. When that happens I want her spanking to be just as long. A few extra swats won't cause any lasting harm and they might do her good."
I was unsure about her ideas and she said, "Do you think she didn't know I was telling you to spank her more than normal? And that she didn't hear us in the kitchen? She already knows what's in store for her. We talked about it when I went to her room to comfort her. She told a little fib the night you spanked me in my old house. Remember that she said the thought of someone other than Dad spanking her was not appealing. The truth is that she's had erotic thoughts about boys taking her over their knees for a long time. She was not the slightest bit reluctant to go over your lap. That show of repentance and asking you not to spank her was just that, a show. She knew it never worked with Mom and Dad but it was part of her fantasy to be ordered to undergo the spanking. She was just as surprised as I was when you believed her. She admitted her thankfulness to me for recommending the spanking was strained when you actually did it but she was glad I came to her `aid'. And did you notice the way she yanked down her pants and just about threw herself over your lap? It wasn't because she didn't want you to see a certain part of her. You've already seen that and will probably see it again. The real reason is that she was hiding something else. As soon as she gave you the calculus test she knew she was going to get spanked and what she didn't want you to see was how wet her panties had gotten while she was waiting for it. She even laughed when she told me about hearing our kitchen escapade. Standing in the corner under normal circumstances is hard enough but it was worse to hear us going at it when all she wanted to do was be alone and scratch an ever growing itch. In fact, that's what she was doing when I went in to her room."
She giggled a bit. "You should've seen her. She was kneeling on her bed with her face on the sheets and her legs wide open. One hand was rubbing her rear end, which is understandable given the way she got spanked, but the other one was holding a good sized vibrator and she was shoving that in and out a mile a minute. She didn't even hear me knock on the door. I thought she was asleep so I peeked in and got quite a show before she realized I was standing behind her. Once she got over her embarrassment she told me about her fantasy of someone other than Dad spanking her and seemed relieved to know that I think getting a little spanking is a great turn on too."
She took a breath. "In regards to her future spankings. She expects them to all to be as long and hard as she got tonight. She'd prefer something less difficult to endure but won't object. I don't think she knew exactly why I told you to add those extra swats during tonight's spanking but she doesn't hold it against me. She understands that we are both in control of her discipline and has no choice as to the method, the timing or the duration of her spankings. Then we talked about my physical response to her spanking. She obviously didn't enjoy being on the receiving end of your spanking but up until you actually started she was, as I said, rather wet with excitement. By the way, Dad didn't believe in slow warm-ups either. He let us know what we were in for from the very first swat and your opening salvo would've made him proud. Anyway, she thinks she understands the connection between spanking and sex. Even though her bottom was still in agony from Dad's strap she found watching you spank me that night to be rather arousing so can't complain if I get sexually excited watching her punishment. This may come as a surprise. I know it was to me. But believe it or not she even offered to submit to an abridged version of tonight's spanking if I hadn't gotten to see the real thing in a while. She said it was her way of showing how grateful she was for me allowing her to live here. I think what she really wants is for you to spank her again even if she doesn't need one. I told you the two of us were a lot alike. Anyway, the only thing she asks is that, unless it's a serious punishment and by that I mean the strap, she doesn't have to stand in the corner for more than five minutes before going to her room to comfort herself."
I gave the matter some thought and by the next evening I came up with a compromise but I didn't want to negotiate through an intermediary so I called both sisters to a conference in the living room. The younger one was embarrassed but eventually admitted that everything my wife told me was mostly true. The deviation was about her desire to masturbate while in the corner. While she admitted that the preparations for and the beginning of the spanking was exciting I took her beyond painful pleasure to real pain. She lost all erotic thoughts of a giving her bottom to a fantasy lover. It wasn't until she heard us in the kitchen that the connection between spanking and sex returned. Even so, it was quite a while later before she could act on it which is why she was so busy when my wife walked in on her. After confirming that she felt some sexual excitement the night I spanked and strapped my then future wife I asked if she would like to watch when her big sister gets spanked again. She glanced at both of us as looking for a sign and then very quietly and timidly said she would.
With that settled I laid down the rules, "Here's what's going to happen. When either of you needs to be punished it's going to be a very long and hard spanking. I will make sure it's more than enough to get you past any sexy ideas and you will know you are being punished. The same goes for any spanking that prefaces a session with the strap. In this house serious punishment will be serious punishment and not a game for someone's entertainment. There's not much I can do to prevent any observers from getting turned on by watching but I will demand that all of us stay in this room for the full corner time. Nobody is going to touch themselves or anybody else in an inappropriate manner. I will be watching closely and looking for the subtle signs of rubbing your thighs together, wriggling your bottom on the chair, moving your arms to get your blouse to rub your breasts or anything else I consider to be remotely related to sex. If I see anything of the sort it will lead to the strap. Understand?"
Two heads solemnly and silently nodded. Then I talked about other forms of spanking.
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