A Family Affair |
Danny stood next to his father, Dominic, and watched wide-eyed, his soon-to- be stepsister walk down the aisle. Heather's long honey blond hair was shiny and thick with curls. Her dress was high at the neck and tight at her waist. Her breasts pressed against the fabric and her nipples, as usual, were craning. The sleeves were small caps of petals that skimmed her slender arms. The skirt of the dress billowed slightly at her slender waist, like a tulip, and hung in sheer, chiffon petals of pink, lavender and blue that barely covered her bottom, skimmed the tops of her firm thighs and pointed at her shapely legs.She wore high-heeled sandals, the straps of which matched the colors in her dress, each strap a slender pastel finger lightly holding her foot. Her toenails were polished in pink as soft as a cloud.She carried a small bouquet of pastel roses and wore a smile that was a combination of little girl innocence and big girl seductiveness. Her sky blue eyes looked from her new stepfather to Danny and back again. Danny stared open-mouthed at the vision that was to be his sister, but even he could see that her smile was reserved for her new daddy. Kelly, the woman who would be Danny's mother, began to stroll down the aisle in a full-length, tightly fitted sheath of ivory silk organza, covered with lace and tiny seed pearls from the low cut top to the scalloped hem, and matching three-inch pumps. At 34 she needed no corset to curve her waist nor accentuate her slightly flared hips. Her ample breasts held their own and jiggled merrily as she walked. Her shoulder length pale blond hair was styled in long wisps that pointed to her pretty face, showing off to advantage her creamy skin, deep blue eyes and full, pale pink mouth. She carried a bouquet of ivory roses and smiled beautifically at no one in particular. When she arrived at the altar, Dominic and Danny walked over to her. She leaned over and kissed Danny lightly on his mouth and then smiled at him. He breathed in her heady fragrance of scents and secrets. The blood left his brain and raced to his feet, leaving him so breathless and light headed he could not blush. He swayed dangerously, nearly fainting. Through the echo in his ears, he could hear the guests in the church begin to twitter. Blood rushed back to his face, allowing him to blush feverishly,and remain on his feet. Dominic and Kelly stood in front of the minister at the altar; their respective children behind and to the right of Dominic. Danny slowly inhaled Heather's light scent of summer flowers. At 14, Heather was two years older than Danny but, at 5'2", she was the same height, at least when she was not wearing stiletto heels. Today, she towered over him, looking down at him and, at every opportunity, pushing her chest out and smiling. Danny glanced at her, and at the woman who would be his stepmother,and thought of an evening when they were alltogether just two weeks ago. Dominic had brought Danny over to Kelly and Heather's house and sat everyone down in the living room for a talk. Dominic stood next to the couch, arms crossed, feet apart, and started talking. "We're going to be a family soon and things will not be the same for any of us again."Dominic began, his voice stern."Kelly and I have decided on the rules of behavior and you two" Dominic said inclining his head towards his son and future daughter, "will obey them. Heather, your mother already knows this and now I'm telling you. When Dan misbehaves, I turn him over my knees and spank his bare bottom." Heather covered her mouth, gasped then giggled. "It's not funny, Heather," Dominic uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his waist."Don't laugh. Your mother tells me it's been a long time since you've had your bottom spanked and I'm here to tell you that if you misbehave I won't hesitate to spank you. Do you understand me? If you think I won't do it,ask Dan. He'll tell you. I spanked his little bottom just last week. Dan? Tell her."Dominic ordered, his eyes never leaving Heather. Danny blushed. "Yes," he murmured unable to meet anyone's eyes. "Speak up, boy," Dominic instructed, looking directly at his son. "Tell Kelly and Heather what happens to naughty children in our house." "They get..." "Look at them, Dan," Dominic ordered in a voice frighteningly quiet. "Look at Kelly and Heather when you speak to them. Have you forgotten your manners? Because I can teach them to you again." Dominic threatened. "No, Dad. I haven't forgotten," Danny said looking at his father. He glanced at a smiling Kelly and a smirking Heather. "I get spanked over my Dad's knees when I've been bad and he spanked me last week," Danny quickly recited. "Spanked his little white, round bottom as red as a rose. And, Heather, if you misbehave,as your mother tells me you do occasionally, I'll spank your bottom just as red. You mark my words, I will," Dominic seriously warned the girl. "Any questions? Dan?" "No, Dad." "Heather?" "When you and my Mom get married, may I call you 'Daddy'?" Heather attempted to look shy. Her mother smiled at her. Danny stared, incredulous. Dominic smiled. "Of course, Heather. I'd really like that." Dominic's eyes got soft, he dropped his hands to his side, his whole body relaxed. Danny had never seen him look like that. "But, uh, that doesn't mean, you know, I meant what I said. Misbehave and I'll spank you." "I'll always be a good girl for you," Heather promised. Danny was determined from that moment on that he would never receive another spanking. He'd do everything he was asked to do, everything he was supposed to do and anything else he could think of to please his father. Build up some points. Sort oflike getting extra credit in school. He was not going to have his bottom bared and spanked in front of his beautiful stepmother or his equally beautiful stepsister. Danny jumped out of his reverie when he heard applause. The minister had pronounced his father and Kelly husband and wife and introduced the new couple to their guests.Kelly wrapped her arms around Danny. "Danny darling. You're my son," Kelly said with tears in her eyes. Then she kissed him softly and quickly on the mouth,leaving the boy speechless. Heather made a point of bending over in her short dress to place a kiss on Danny's cheek. "My baby brother," she teased Dominic shook his son's hand. Over the next three months, Danny found that he was happy to be part of a family again.His stepmother was gentle and kind. She always had a smile and a little pat or kiss for Danny when he came home school and she always went into his room before he fell asleep to give him a kiss goodnight. She'd sit on his bed, brush his hair off of his forehead, lean forward and place a lingering kiss on his cheek and a quick, soft kiss on his mouth. "Good night, sweet prince," she always said and touched his just- kissed cheek with her silky hand. Every night Danny went to sleep with a smile. His stepsister, too, often came to his room before she went to bed.She told him she just wanted to say goodnight, but her real purpose was to tease him beyond his endurance. Having begun to develop a womanly body, her breasts were not large, but more than a handful. At least, more than Danny thought he could hold. Her waist was small, her hips a soft curve. She'd walk into Danny's room wearing silky pajamas, her nipples stretching the soft fabric, her breasts moving freely. Or she'd wear a short, almost sheer, nightgown that did not quite reveal all that Danny hoped it would. She was self- assured and graceful; Danny, a still-developing boy, was given to moments of clumsiness and uncontrollable blushes. Three months and Danny had kept the solemn vow he'd made to himself. Not once had he even been threatened with a spanking and he intended to keep it that way. In an effort to continue pleasing his father, Danny maintained a straight A average at school. He was a bright boy and earning an A was not that difficult for him, except in math. A fact his father well knew. At the beginning of the school semester, Dominic decided tha Danny's math class was far too easy for him and arranged to have his son placed in an advanced Algebra class. Danny was sure he was not ready and knew that if he did not score a good grade, his father would be angry. When his father got angry, Danny got spanked. And a spanking was something Danny was never going to suffer again. Since the wedding, Danny had either stayed out of his father's way or went out of his own way to please his critical parent. So tonight, as he did every night, he sat at the table in the dining room and struggled with his Algebra homework, his heart leaping whenever he heard his father's voice. Heather walked into the dining room and looked over Danny's shoulder at the Algebra book. "Oh, I took that class last year," she said. "You did?" Danny looked up at her. "Was it hard for you?" "At first, it was. But then it just clicked and it was easy." "I wish it was easy for me," Danny looked at the book and slumped. "I can help you," Heather offered. "If you want." "Really? You can?" Danny asked, flooded with relief and hope. "Yeah." Heather began to reach for a chair. "Oh, wait. Will Daddy get upset if he sees me helping you?" "I don't think he'd mind if you helped me," Danny said. "He wants me to get a good grade." "Well, it's just that I've heard him say that he expects you to do this on your own and I don't want you to, you know, get into trouble," Heather whispered, looking knowingly at Danny. "Right," Danny murmured and blushed. His hope vanished in a long sigh. "Maybe..." Heather began. "What?" Danny asked searching her eyes for an answer. "Well, what if you came up to my room, you know, like your homework was already finished? And then I could help you and Daddy wouldn't know." "Yeah! Perfect," Danny enthused. "All right. Wait here for fifteen minutes, then come up to my room." "Okay." Danny smiled. "Thanks." Exactly fifteen minutes later, Danny trotted up the stairs, book under his arm, whistling carefreely. He found the door to stepsister's bedroom ajar. He pushed it open and found Heather standing in her room completely naked. Danny froze on the threshold and took in his stepsister's breasts and rosy, erect nipples, the soft curve of her slim waist and softly rounded hips, her small triangle of dark blond curls, her slender legs and small feet, and looked again from her soft pink toes back up her body to her breasts again and then up to her face. He watched Heather slowly and deliberately place one arm acrossher breasts and lower her other hand to cover her tiny dark blond curls. He saw her take a long, slow deep breath. And then she screamed. "Daddyyyyyyy!" she screeched. "Mommyyyy!" She shrieked. "Danny saw me naked!" Danny stood rooted to the spot. His father and stepmother raced to Heather's bedroom door. Kelly pushed past Danny and ran to Heather, wrapping her arms around her, shielding her nudity from her stepbrother. Dominic stood at the threshold. "What's the meaning of this?" Dominic shouted angrily. Danny was speechless. "Answer me, little boy." Little boy, Danny thought. That's what his father always called him when he was about to get spanked. "Dad, I didn't.. She said.." "It's 'Daddy', little boy. Remember? That's what you call me when you're getting that little round bottom of yours spanked. And you can tell me what happened while you're being spanked." "Dad, no, Daddy, I. She told me..." Danny looked at his father and pointed at Heather. "Enough! Kelly, Heather, come down to the den. I want you both to see this." Dominic grabbed Danny by the arm and began pulling him down the stairs. "Daddy, I didn't do anything. She told me ...." "Were you standing in her room?" "Yes. But ..." "Was she naked?" Dominic demanded to know, holding his son's arm higher. "Yes," Danny said, trying to keep his balance on the stairs, nearly on his toes from his father's grip. "but she..." "That's enough! I don't want to hear your excuses. You're always trying to get away with something." Dominic let go of his son's arm and pushed Danny's shoulder, propelling him into the den. He settled himself on the sofa, stood Danny in front of him and waited for his wife and stepdaughter. "You're going to take your punishment, little boy. And you're not going to whine about it." Danny's heart pounded with fear, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he felt lightheaded. His stomach jumped, his legs shook, the blood drained from his face. He clenched his fists in anger over the unfairness of this. His eyes filled with tears at the betrayal of his stepsister. Danny did not look up when Kelly walked into the den. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her emerald silk dress and matching pumps. Two inches above her knees, the dress had covered buttons up the right side from waist to hem, three of which were undone affording Danny a breathtaking view of her beautiful thighs. He continued standing, waiting for his stepsister to appear, hoping he would not faint, knowing that his father would see that as weakness, which would infuriate him and make the spanking worse. A minute or so later Danny glanced up and saw Heather walk into the room. She had only put back on the cheerleading outfit she'd worn to practice that day, but Danny was still surprised at how quickly she had gotten dressed. He noticed that she had not bothered with shoes, though, and that the middle toe of her left foot wore a tiny, thin gold ring. Kelly had settled in an oversized chair across from the sofa and Heather balanced herself on the arm of it, swinging the foot with the little gold toe ring. Dominic popped open the snap on his son's jeans. "This is how discipline is handed down in this house,ladies." Dominic said. "Watch carefully, Heather." Dominic drew down the zipper on Dan's jeans, the long, low whine of the metal filling the quiet room. He tugged the denim down to Danny's knees. Danny stood in front of his father, eyes downcast and filled with tears. Dominic took Danny's arm and moved him to his right side. He turned his son over his knees. Danny's legs stretched out behind him, supported by the long sofa. His arms were bent at his elbows, his fists clenched, his forehead touching the sofa cushion. Dominic pulled down Danny's white cotton briefs, pushing them down until they were at his son's knees. Danny began crying softly. "Crying already, are you little boy? Not a single spank on your little baby bottom and already you're crying. Well, let's give you something to cry about. Ladies, have you ever seen a boy's bottom?" Dominic asked patting Danny's plump, white flesh. "He really is a boy, even though he's crying like a girl. His bottom even moves like a girl's. Watch." Dominic patted Danny's small round bottom and showed his wife and stepdaughter how the little cheeks jiggled. Danny recoiled. Drawing in his quaking shoulders, he squeezed his eyes shut. Heather smiled and held back a giggle. Kelly bit her lip, her eyes sad. "Dom," she began. Dominic's looks silenced her. "It does look just like a girl's, doesn't it? Not all boys' bottoms look like that, but Dan's does. Especially his." Danny, his face in full blush and mewling in agonized humiliation, lay still across his father's lap, acutely aware that Kelly and Heather were looking at his bare bottom. Tears pushed through his tightly closed eyes. His nose was running and he sniffed to keep it under control. "Dan thinks he's all grown up, strutting around here and sneaking looks at his sister, but he's really just a little boy. You'll both see just how little a boy he is in a minute," Dominic promised. Danny took a deep breath in preparation of the first spank. Dominic clamped his teeth together, turned down the corners of his mouth, and clapped his hand sharply onto his son's plump, white bottom. Danny's body jumped from the impact; his creamy skin blushed. "Uhhh!" Danny yowled. "See? I told you. Already crying like a little girl after one little spank." Dominic raised his hand again. "I'll give you a reason to cry." Dominic's hand slapped the soft skin of his son's bottom again and again. The muscles in his arm strained, his face contorted with the effort. "Yeoooooww!" Danny howled, his head thrown back "Owwww!" "You're going to stop that whining before I'm done with you, you big baby," Dominic promised. Dominic, unlike his son in every way, was tall and beefy with strong hands. He used the entire flat of his meaty fingers to clap the middle of Danny's bottom with hot, fast spanks. "Ohhhh nooooo! Daddy, please stoooop!" Danny cried out loud in long wails, beginning to kick his legs. It looked to Heather like her stepfather was using one of those paddles with a ball attached to a rubber band . His hand just kept coming down harder and faster. His whole body moved, almost wiggled, in rhythm with the sharp, rapid spanks. Heather was dizzy with pleasure. "Please stop! Pleeeease, Daddy," Danny lifted his chest up and screamed. "I haven't even started. Sissy." Dominic brought his hand out to the side and began smacking his son's bottom where it met his thighs, slapping him as though his hand were a tennis racket. So hard were the spanks that Danny's body was pushed forward until he was in danger of falling off of his father's lap.Danny struggled to stay in place. Falling off would only make his father angry. "Uhhhh!" Danny screamed, his legs flailing. "Noooooo! Owwwww!" He sobbed. "Oh, for Christ's sake. Toughen up. You want to be a sissy all your life?" Dominic spanked Danny's bottom in solid smacks. He struck one cheek several times and moved to the other. He spanked the middle and moved to higher ground to slap that part. He spanked his hand down and over the arch of his son's plump bottom again reaching the tops of his thighs and spanking those. "I'll be good." Danny gasped. "I'll be a good boy, Daddy." he screamed. "Please stop." he choked through his sobs. Ignoring his son's outburst, Dominic slapped the underside of Danny's bottom a deep red. He landed hearty slaps down his son's burning bottom up and over the arch and back to the boy's upper thighs, where he again struck the soft and delicate skin. "Yaaaaah!" Danny howled again and again. "I'm sorrrrryyyy." Danny bawled. Dominic blindly spanked the bouncing plums with abandon, his face contorted in rage. "I didn't mean to look." Danny cried. "It was an accident." he sobbed. "Did you look? Huh? Did you? Dominic asked. "Answer me!" "I didn't meeeean toooooo," Danny cried. "Didn't meeeean tooooo," Dominic mimicked. "Oh, yeah, you're all grown up, aren't you? Just listen to those manly cries." "Mommyyyyy make him stop," Danny shrieked. "Don't. You. Dare look to your mother to rescue you!" A furious Dominic shouted and he spanked with renewed strength. "No. No. No. I didn't mean it like thaaaaat!" Danny screamed. "Come on, girls, help me spank this naughty little boy. Help me teach this cry baby to be a man. "No! Da, Daddy, please. No!" Danny screamed. Heather leaped off of the arm of the chair and was at Danny's side in three steps. Kelly was right behind her. "Heather, you stand near the lower half of Danny's bottom. Kelly, you stand at the upper half. Now, come on, Kelly, give him a good spanking." "Noooo, daddy, pleeeeasssse!" Danny kicked both of his legs together, sloughing his jeans down his legs until they were hanging off of his feet. Kelly ran her hand slowly up Danny's bottom and patted it lightly. "Oh! It's just as soft as a baby's bottom. How sweet!" she enthused and stroked and patted the plump cheek again. Danny stopped kicking and convulsed in fresh tears at the touch of his stepmother's soft, warm hand. "Spank him, Kelly, don't mother him. It's discipline he needs. Don't turn him into more of a baby than he is." Kelly raised her hand to the ceiling and clapped it down onto Danny's already hot red bottom. His dream of having a loving mother to protect him was shattered and his heart broke. "Oh Danny, darling, I don't want to spank you." Kelly insisted as she slapped his bottom again. "But you mustn't look at your sister when she's undressed." she explained,spanking the quivering flesh. "I know you're curious, baby, but you must learn to respect Heather's privacy." Danny's body went limp from his stepmother's gentle scold and he sobbed his grief in convulsive shudders. "This isn't faaairrrr," Danny cried, choking on his tears. "Not faaaairrrr," his father mocked. "I'll give you 'fair', you puling pantywaist!"and Dominic spanked harder, putting his weight into every smack, his face twisted in rage. Danny gasped for air, his throat swollen. He clenched his fists even tighter. I hate you, Dad, he thought. I hate all of you. He grabbed as much of a sofa cushion as he could and held it until his fingers burned. Someday I'll be big enough and you'll never be able to do this to me again, Danny promised. "What about me?" Heather asked. What do I get to spank? I'm the one he looked at!" "You've got that plump section right there," Dominic said, gesturing with a turn of his head. "Right at his thighs. That's the most tender part. Isn't, little boy? Your tender little bottom." Dominic sing songed. "That's right, you naughty boy." Heather chided while she spanked her small portion of Danny's bottom, "you have to learn to respect me." Danny's body heaved with sobs. The searing pain was worse than he had ever endured. He was sure if someone sprinkled cold water on him, the drops would dance in a bouncing sizzle on his burning flesh. He kicked and flailed his legs once again hoping to hit the sister he now hated, knowing if he did, the spanking would get worse. Kelly bent over and spanked her small portion of Danny's bottom with sharp prickles that danced up to his spine. "Ohhhhh!" Danny growled, his throat raw from crying. "Oh my! Look how his little cheek jiggles." Heather laughed before striking again. Heather stood beside her mother trying to get into a position that would allow her the best leverage. She smacked her hand down on the curved part of Danny's bottom, at the top of his thigh. Danny bucked and screamed, despising her. Excited at the reaction, Heather stung the tender flesh in the same spot over and over until it glowed redly. "Stoooppp pleeeeassse! I'll be gooooood. I promisssse!" Danny hoarsely begged. "Oh Danny darling, I know this hurts you. I'm sorry I have to spank you so hard," Kelly said, tears in her voice. Danny could only sob, defeated in the injustice of this,hurt by his stepmother's gentleness as much by his father's harshness. "You've been such a good boy since the wedding." Kelly said. "I really thought I'd never have to see you get spanked. I never thought I'd actually have to help spank you." "Pleeeeease!" Danny keened. He brought his legs up, bent at the knees and bucked on top of his father's lap. "Stop it!" Dominic ordered. "You even squirm like a girl. Jesus!" Danny let his legs drop, but could not stop kicking or screaming. He hated everyone in the room at least as much as he felt hated by them. "You will be good after this, won't you Danny darling? I don't want to have to spank you again." Kelly said, her arm clearly having grown tired, her eyes sad. Heather giggled and scolded as she spanked. "This should teach you a good lesson, you bad boy." Danny felt each separate hot spank alternately landed by his father, stepmother and stepsister. His voice was nearly gone from screaming out his pain. His legs were heavy from kicking. "Oh come on now, Dan. Let me hear you really cry, little boy," Dominic said sarcastically. "Oh boo hoo." This will toughen you up in the long run, believe me. I'll teach you not to cry over a little slap or anything else for that matter." Danny slumped, turned his head to rest on the cushion, and wept out his despair of ever feeling a moment' happiness again Every fiery spank from his father, each biting smack his stepmother and every single slap from his stepsister sunk his spirit into abysmal desolation. "I think I've given him enough, Dominic," Kelly said. "I'm finished spanking him." "I'm not!" Heather said, moving over to take her mother's spot. She raised her hand, happy to finally get in one really good, solid spank. "Yes, Heather, you are," Kelly said, stopping her daughter's hand before it struck Danny."You've done enough." "I've hardly touched him! I want to spank him some more," Heather complained, trying go wrest her hand away from her mother. "I said it was enough, Heather. Heather looked at her mother's serious eyes and decided not to fight it. She angrily pulled her hand away from her mother, folded her arms across her chest and flopped down petulantly into a chair. Dominic continued to spank, once again covering both sides of Danny's bottom. "You're too soft, Kelly. This is what he needs," Dominic scolded his wife. "He's had enough, Dom," Kelly insisted. "No, he hasn't," Heather chimed in. Dominic nodded and continued to spank. Danny's bottom was a glowing coal, his legs could no longer kick, his voice was hoarse from screaming. "Stop it right now Dominic!" Kelly shouted. Dominic, shocked at his wife's outburst, looked up at her, saw the rage in her face and landed a final smack. "You're a lucky little boy, Dan. Your new "mommy" has rescued you. Don't expect it to happen again. Now get up and go to your room." Danny lifted himself off his father's lap. His bottom was almost purple from the punishment it had endured and it burned with a fiery bite. Danny cried in body- convulsing, hoarse sobs. He carefully bent down and pulled up his briefs and jeans. He could not bear the weight of the denim on his tender bottom.Holding the waist of his jeans to him, he walked stiffly to the stairway. He climbed each step with great effort and walked the short distance down the hallway to his room where he collapsed onto his bed, lying flat on his stomach, his body still shaking with sobs. A half hour later, his cries having subsided, his bottom still pulsating with painful heat, Heather quietly entered his room. She tiptoed over to his bed and sat down. Danny jolted upright. "What are you doing here?" Danny croaked, his throat still raw. "You've caused enough trouble. Get out!" "Ohhhh Danny, baby. I didn't know Daddy would give you such a hard spanking. I just wanted to see your little bottom that's all. Well, I was a little curious to know how Daddy spanks. But it's been three months since we've all lived together and I was beginning to think you were never going to get spanked. So, I played a little trick on you. You can't be too upset. After all, you got to see me naked and I got to see you get spanked. We're even." "We're not even!" Danny spat. "They believed you, not me. And it's not your bottom that's on fire!" "Well, it's going to be," Dominic said from the doorway in his deadly quiet voice. "Uhhh!" Heather whirled around and faced her stepfather with a gasp. "Daddy!" "Kelly!" Dominic called out. "Come here!" Kelly ran up the stairs. "Dom? You frightened me. What's going on?" "Heather," Dominic said pointing to the girl, "lured Dan to her bedroom, deliberately stripped, and let him see her naked just to see him get spanked." "No," Kelly breathed. "Not my Heather. She'd never ... Honey? What happened?" "Mom, I told Danny I'd help him with his homework, but he took so long coming up to my room that I thought he didn't need any help anymore and I, uh, forgot that he was going to come up, and so I got undressed and he barged in,"Heather said, still sitting on Danny's bed. "Dom, honey, you see? That's what happened. Heather didn't do anything wrong. And I'm sure Danny didn't mean to go into her room without knocking first. Now, it's all over, so let's just ...." "No!" Danny called out hoarsely. "She's lying!" "Kelly," Dominic said, "I stood here and heard Heather admit what she did and that she wanted to see Dan get spanked. I heard her with my own ears. The story she told you is a lie," Dominic explained impatiently , and with rising anger, to his wife. "Heather, it's your turn to experience how 'daddy' spanks. Come here." "Oh, Dom, honey. Do you have to? Tonight? We've already been through one." "Dominic stared at his wife for a long moment. "Yes. I have to Heather, I said come here," Dominic ordered. Heather looked at her mother. Kelly shrugged slightly and nodded her head. "I must admit that you deserve a spanking. You played a naughty trick on Danny and you lied to Daddy and me." Dominic held out his hand. Heather walked slowly toward him. "Daddy, please don't spank me," Heather said, her voice soft, tears in her eyes. Dominic took his stepdaughter's hand. "I am going to spank you. And so is your mother. And so is your brother. You are going to get what he got. Let's go. Dan, you, too. She watched you get spanked, you can watch her. She took part, you can take part." "Danny wiped his tears away with the back of his hand as he jumped off the bed. "Okay, Daddy," Dominic turned and began to lead Heather to the staircase. "Dominic," Kelly said quietly, looking at her husband with uncommon intensity. Staring at her husband she case a sidelong glance at Danny. She raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Uh, Dan. You got... That is, I was wro ... . Um, listen, you're about to give your first spanking, Dan," Dominic began haltingly. "I think you can call me Dad," he said in a sloppy attempt to apologize, and assuage his guilt for having so unfairly and harshly spanked his son. Danny nodded and tried to smile. He knew his father didn't regret a single spank and would do it all over again given another opportunity. Still, Heather had been found out and he was going to help spank her. Dominic led Heather down the stairs, her mother following. Danny raced past them and was in the den before anyone else arrived. Danny stood in the den in front of the sofa where he had been spanked, his bottom still tingling, his eyes still red and puffy from crying. Dominic sat down and pulled Heather over his knees. Her cheerleading skirt barely covered her bottom. "Heather," Dominic began, his hand resting on his stepdaughter's covered bottom, "you were wrong to have tricked your brother. I spanked him for something he didn't do and now you are going to know what a good, hard spanking feels like." "Daddy, please. Don't. At least, don't ... pull my panties down," Heather pleaded, looking back at Dominic. "Don't uncover me, Daddy. I'm all grown up. It's too embarrassing." "I never give a spanking any other way than on the bare bottom. And as long as you live in this house, in fact as long as you are my child, you will never be too old to spank. And neither will Dan." Dominic lifted Heather's skirt. He frowned and his mouth moved in a vain attempt to form words. Kelly gasped. Heather closed her eyes. "Heather"! Kelly breathed. "Did you wear those panties to cheerleading practice?" Heather clamped her teeth together, her eyes tightly shut. "Answer me!" Kelly demanded. "Yes," Heather quietly admitted. Dominic, Kelly and Danny stared at the pale pink satin thong that covered the division of Heather's plump cheeks. Her bottom was completely bare save the thin strip of fabric down the middle. She sincerely regretted having not put on a pair of real panties when she got home, instead of the ones she had worn to cheerleading practice that day. "You jumped and twirled around and let everyone see your bare bottom?" Kelly asked,unable to believe what she was seeing. Danny stood transfixed at the sight of the strip of pink satin covering the division of the two most beautiful, creamy white, softly rounded, plump mounds of supple flesh he had ever seen and could never have imagined. When Dominic had recovered from his shock, he yankedHeather's panties down to the tops of her thighs. "Danny, pull those things off your sister and get rid of them," Dominic ordered. Danny slowly pulled the soft pink panties down his stepsister's thighs, past her knees, sliding them down her shapely calves and off her little feet, noticing that her toes were already curled from the spanking, which had begun with Dominic and Kelly each striking one side of the proffered bottom at the same time. Their attention elsewhere, Danny lifted the panties and stuffed them into his jeans before moving back into position at the lower half of Heather's bottom. Heather was already crying. "If you want to show your bottom to strangers, then you can show them a freshly spanked one," Kelly scolded as she clapped her daughter's pink bottom, her lips pursed, her brows furrowed. "Uhhh," Heather shrieked between cries and began to kick her legs. Dominic silently spanked his stepdaughter, unable to say anything. Heather realized that, despite her little girl pleas and her "daddy, daddy," cries, Dominic wasn't going to go any easier on her than he had been on Danny. He spanked hard and often, covering Heather's little cheek with hard smacks. "I'm sorrrryyyy. Pleeease stoooop," Heather begged. "Join in, Dan," Dominic ordered quietly. Danny tentatively gave Heather's silky skin a single spank and then watched her flesh jiggle and blush. His knees began shaking as he raised his hand a little higher this time and brought it down in a solid smack. Heather kicked her leg out, trying to throw off Danny's hand. "Ow! Stop it, Danny," Heather demanded angrily. "Dan will not stop it!" Dominic shouted, finding his voice at least. "I should let him spank you all by himself after what you did. And then I should spank you myself before turning you over to your mother for more of the same. You deserve every bit of it," he declared, spanking harder now in his fury. "Owwww! Ohhhh, Daddyyyyy! Owwww!" Heather screamed. "Mommy, make him stoooop! Owwww!" "I will not ask him to stop, Heather." Instead, Kelly spanked harder, remembering the pink stripe that painted her daughter's nearly naked bottom. "Come on, Dan," Dominic said. "Spank her like you mean it. Remember what she did to you? She deserves this and she certainly had a good time spanking you. And for something you didn't even do," Dominic said as though he had not been the one who had decided to spank his son and had invited everyone else to join in as well. At that reminder, Danny spanked Heather's bottom as though he'd been doing it all his life. The burning in his own bottom was replaced by a delicious tingle. The full flat of his hand slapped and spanked and smacked until the small area of silky flesh that was his had turned crimson. He spanked the top of one thigh and the underside of her bottom cheek, watching her firm flesh wiggle and redden with each strike. Now his hands were shaking, as well as his legs, and he began to feel dizzy. "Oh nooooo! I'm sorrryyyy!" Heather cried, gasping for breath. Dominic had one half of Heather's bottom to himself and he spanked it like the expert he was. His hand covered nearly all of Heather's chub and he smacked with full, hearty spanks that resounded in the room. Kelly spanked her share of Heather's bottom almost as hard, using all the strength and anger she could muster. "Oh, it burrrrns! It's burning! Owwww!" Heather sobbed and shook her head, her blond hair whipping from side to side. Kelly and Danny spanked until Dominic ordered them to stop. When their hands were out of the way, Dominic spanked the middle of Heather's bottom and spanked up and then down until every inch of her burning flesh was a deep, glowing red from his hand. Heather shrieked, emptying her lungs. Sobbing them full, she shrieked again. "If you ever do anything to deliberately get your brother spanked again, I'll spank your little bottom with a strap until you think your flesh will melt," Dominic promised in his deadly voice. Five more spanks were given before Dominic threw down Heather's skirt and ordered her up. Heather stood and hopped on one foot, then the other, rubbing her bottom and crying. "Go to your room, Heather," Dominic ordered. "Dan, how do you feel?" Dominic asked. Danny smiled. "Satisfied." "Good. Better go to bed now. It's late." "Okay, Dad. Goodnight. Goodnight Kelly." Kelly kissed his cheek. "Goodnight Danny darling. Danny went to his room. He took the panties out of his jeans and looked at them. Pale pink lace with a tiny rose in front, a stretchy strip of pink satin was the back. He slowly inhaled Heather's soft sweet fragrance of summer. He opened his bed side table and took out a small gift box in which he kept various small trinkets. He emptied the box and put Heather's pink panties in it, put the box back in the drawer and closed it. He undressed, put on his pajamas and got into bed. He lay on his back, arms folded behind his head, the searing pain in his bottom forgotten. He tried to sort out the feelings of excitement, restlessness and a sort of urgency he did not fully understand when Kelly entered his room. He watched her walk toward him and sit down on the bed. "I'm so sorry Heather did that to you. I"m glad we found out and that we all gave her the spanking she deserved." Danny smiled, so full of words and conflicting emotions he could not speak. Kelly brushed Danny's hair off his forehead, leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss on his cheek and a quick kiss on his mouth. "Goodnight, sweet prince," she said, placing her silky hand on his cheek. "Goodnight, Kel ..., Mom," Danny finished shyly. Kelly's face lit up with her smile and, with tears in her eyes, she gently kissed Danny's mouth again. "Goodnight, baby," she said before leaving the room. Danny turned on his side facing the drawer of his bedside table, smiled and closed his eyes. Good night. "Great night," he murmured before falling asleep. |