FUCK!!! That’s really all I can say… FUCK!!! I got SPANKED!!! So far, by a huge margin, I can very safely say I got the spanking of a lifetime. Also, something very, very embarrassing happened.

As I recounted last time in I Asked Her…, I texted my big sister Sue and asked her to please spank me. I had deliberately pushed some boundaries with her when we were last scening my husband, involving her having to touch my bare breasts. She got embarrassed, and she threatened, as a kind of joke, to spank me. That, of course, became an obsession in my mind, so I got up the nerve to ask her for a spanking via text message. She very readily (too readily!) agreed, and against my “objections” told me it would be a very, very hard one. She meant it.

I was told to get the spanking chair ready and to lay out on it the hairbrush and the wooden spoon. I did so and took a pic for you guys.

The objects of my chastisement.

I thought the hairbrush would be worse than the wooden spoon. I was wrong. Sue also told me to get a box of Kleenex ready as I would be needing it after my spanking. Did not bother with that. Should have. I was told to be standing in the corner, bare bum, wearing only a T-shirt, no bra. I understood the bare bum and the T-shirt part, did not understand the no bra. Now I do. I chose a normal looking blue T shirt. Nothing sexy or overly short. I chose to be completely bare beneath the waist. That is how I interpreted her instructions for me to be “bare bum” (although there are other interpretations). I didn’t want to be standing there with my panties pulled down. I thought that would have been dumb given I was going across her knee.

My husband was instructed to stay in our bedroom with the door closed during my spanking. Sue had allowed him to listen from up there and jerk off to the sound of my spanking. I overruled that and told him he was allowed to edge himself, but not cum. I wanted some enthousiasm for the pussy licking I had planned for him afterwards, and was not intending to let him cum at all. Did not think it was good form for him to be allowed to cum from excitement due to his Wife and Mistress getting spanked.

I gave myself about 5 minutes of corner time before 3pm, when Sue was due to arrive. Sue is very punctual and I knew she would be on time. She was 15 minutes late!!! She did it on purpose to make me wait there, bare bottomed and anticipating my spanking. Grrrrr!!! Cornered by my sister! Bad start!

I heard the door open and her heels clicking on the floor as she approached me. I did not dare look. I felt myself shiver at the thought of her looking at my bare bottom. I was a bit aroused.

She giggled quietly a little bit. I could hear her there behind me, walking back and forth, looking at me, laughing little laughs. I squirmed.

I felt her finger pinching my ear lobe hard and giving me a tug. I moved with her. She was wearing black heels, high-waisted tweed slacks, a white blouse with a plunging neckline, and gold jewellery around her neck. Very elegant.

I was bare footed and bare bottomed in a crummy blue T-shirt. She led me to the spanking chair, lifted up the implements I had placed there, put them on the floor to the right of the chair, and pulled me down across her lap. We were getting right down to business.

She started rubbing my cheeks. Oh gosh! This was kinda humiliating! She fake laughed again and said something along the lines of,

“well, well, well, looks who’s finally across my knee. I’ve been wanting to do this to you ever since you were two years old.”

Then she started slapping my cheeks with her palm.

“You have certainly been a pain in my ass on more than one occasion,” she said. “Remember the time you slipped a mirror under my door when I was making out with Frank? And the time you got into bed and touched me when I was sound asleep. How old were you, five? And how about jumping into Dad’s lap in your panties when you were sixteen? Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing. He should have spanked you then and there.”

All my past being dredged up. It was true. I was a bit of a precocious child.

“But two weeks ago,” she said, continuing my spanking. The spanks were getting harder, as if for emphasis. “Didn’t I tell you nothing sexual when I agreed to play with you and david? And then you show me your bare tits? And force me to touch them? I wasn’t going to fuss and kill the scene. I didn’t want to be the party-pooper. You put me in an awkward position. And you did it deliberately.” I giggled a bit at that and she slapped my ass harder.

“Stand up,” she said. “Hands on your head.” I scrambled up off her lap and stood in front of her, hands on my head. She reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and raised it up. Way up. Way up to above my breasts, baring them. She opened her palm and she slapped me across my breast! “Was that appropriate to do that to me?!?” she asked angrily. She slapped the other one. I grimaced in pain. She slapped the underside of each, then the topsides, then the insides, then the outsides again. She kept telling me off with a scary angry voice. I could see her open her palm, draw it back, and then slap me again and again. I stood there and took it. It hurt. It was embarrassing. I was getting even more aroused. My sister is actually punishing my tits!!!

I realized that she had intended to do this from the very moment she told me to wear a T-shirt, no bra, exactly eleven seconds after I asked her to spank me. Is this how she routinely treats her submissive girlfriends???

Finally she stops slapping my breasts. It was a long slapping! It was a punishment!!! My nipples were burning and my whole tits stung.

“Get across me knee!” she said, and hauled me down. My stinging tits were still hanging out below my raised T-shirt (or “above” when I was face down across her lap).

Then she started hand spanking me in earnest. Oh my gosh. She spanks hard! She kept mainly to my low ass, but wandered down to my upper thighs as well. She even reached down and slapped my calves once or twice. There was not a lot more scolding. Mostly spanking now.

She paused spanking me and said, “good thing you had the implements I asked for ready.” I could feel her reaching down and taking one. I could see from under the chair that it was the big hairbrush. Uh Oh.

I could feel her rubbing the large, cool, hard wood across the base of my cheeks. I braced myself. The first smack came down on my lower cheeks. It was not horrible. Then the next and the next and the next. She spanked left cheek, right cheek, middle (on the crack), repeat. Each stroke got harder and harder and harder. I started really wriggling and squirming. She grabbed me around my waist more tightly and continued my spanking.

I started vocalizing, “Ow! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow!” She kept up her relentless pace, and I started kicking my legs and saying “No! Please! Ow! No!” She took her right leg out from under me and threw it over the backs of both my legs. She continued the spanking. Same rhythm, same placement, same strength! Now I started swearing “Fuck! Ow! Please! I’m sorry! Please! FUCK!” She ignored everything and just kept spanking! Cruel bitch!

After what seemed like forever, finally she stopped. It was a very long and thorough hairbrush spanking to my lower ass cheeks. Hurt like bloody hell. She told me to stand. I did so painfully. I was sniffling a bit. She looked me in the eye. She grabbed me by my upper arm and conducted me back to my corner. She made me put my hands on my head. “Three minute break, then we start again,” she said. FUCK!!!!

My bottom was throbbing. My tits hurt. I could feel my legs shaking a bit. I was not crying, but I was sniffling like a little spanked brat. I could hear Sue walking towards the kitchen, getting a glass, and filling it with water. She turned me around a bit (tits still out!) and gave me a few sips of the water. She put down the glass and then re-adjusted my T-shirt, rolling it up properly to band above my breasts. She was keeping me bare breasted for the duration, clearly.

She reached for a nipple and squeezed it hard, pinching it and turning it. “Are you learning your lesson?” she asked.

“Yes Sue!” I said.

“Yes ‘Ma’am’,” she corrected me as she reached for the other nipple to torture it as well.

“Yes Ma’am!” I repeated.

“Come here,” she said calmly, pulling me by my nipple back to the spanking chair. She sat, not letting go of me, and then pulled me across her knee that way. When I was settled across her lap she released my nipple and cupped and squeezed my full breast, fondling me as she would one of her girlfriends!

She started back in slapping my ass with her open hand. This time the spanks started raining down everywhere. And I do mean everywhere!  All over my ass and up and down my legs from ankle to waist. “Spread,” she said as she pushed my thighs apart. Oh Geez! She started slapping the insides of my thighs, up and down from inner knee to pussy! And I do mean PUSSY! At the highest travel she spanked the lips of my vagina! “Nohhh, pleeeease!” I begged in embarrassment. She just laughed at me and kept doing it. She was no longer holding my legs apart with her hand, but was continuing the slaps up and down my inner thighs. I knew she had not told me to close my legs yet, so I had to humiliatingly keep them spread for her myself.

Then she did it. She reached directly between my legs and dragged her fingers up the middle of my pussy. With a laugh in her voice she said, “You little hussy, you’re soaking wet!” Oh God! Please floor, open up and eat me. She was of course right… I remember straining to keep my legs spread for her as my face burned with embarrassment. “That won’t do at all,” she said as she reached for the wooden spoon. I could feel it on my low ass cheek. I was still spreading my legs. I felt her lift it and then CRACK! OMG! FUCK!!! That wooden spoon hurt like a motherfucker!

Immediately my legs shot together and my bum shot up into the air as my hands scrambled for purchase on the floor. There was a sort of a silent scream from me. Then the spoon hit again, and again, and again. Oh my word. The spoon is vicious. I never realized! I think it must be the way it curves to concentrate all that wood onto a tiny spot. I remember starting to beg right away along the lines of “No. Come on! Please! Oh Please!” I always made fun of david when he begged. I was begging for freaking real! It was so bad it was almost funny. Like, how could I have possibly got myself into this situation?!?

I had an all renewed respect for the spoon as it traveled down the backs of my thighs, onto my calves, and she even managed to beat the soles of my feet with it! “Spread!” she said, and I did, and she spanked the tender insides of my thighs. She pulled the skin taught around my low ass cheek, and spanked directly at the crease, both sides. My legs came back together again involuntarily. She spun in the chair a bit thrusting her left knee between my legs and hooking my left leg with her right leg. This spread me wide. What a sight I must have been! She then really spanked my inner thighs! I was incoherent, shrieking at the tops of my lungs.

She released my legs and spun back under me so I was again squarely across her lap. She put down the wooden spoon and started in again spanking me with her hand. Very hard strokes, but it felt like a huge relief after that evil wooden spoon!

“Is david upstairs enjoying your spanking?” Sue asked.

“Yes Ma’am,” I sobbed out. There were small tears in my eyes and big sniffles in my nose. My bottom was starting to feel numb.

“Is he jerking off to it?” she asked.

“No Ma’am,” I said, “I told him he could edge, but wasn’t allowed to cum. I don’t want him cumming to me getting spanked.”

“NO!” said Sue angrily, smacking my cheeks hard with her palm. “Those were NOT your instructions!” She spanked my ass and thighs harder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I said. “I can tell him to cum now!” I said.

“No,” said Sue. “He should keep edging, and once I’ve gone he’s to use you any way he pleases. Correction. Any way I please. And it pleases me to have you take it up the ass from him. Just like you did to him two weeks ago. If I hear he hasn’t cum in your butthole, we’re doing this all over again next week, little sister.” Oh Groan. She knows he’s fucked me in the ass, so knew it wasn’t anything I hadn’t let him do to me before.

“Yes Sue,” I said.

SMACK! “Yes Ma’am!” she corrected.

“Yes Ma’am! Yes Ma’am!” I said.

She reached between my thighs again and touched my pussy. It sent a jolt through me and I moaned shamelessly.

“tsk, tsk” she went as she rubbed her wet finger on my throbbing ass. She spun again and again thrust her left knee between my legs and placed her right leg over my near leg. She pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my butthole, and slapped me with her hand up and down my cleft.

Without releasing my cheek, she reached again for the wooden spoon, and gave my inner cheeks a wooden spoon spanking that had me bucking and dancing across her knee. She pulled my cheeks widely apart and targeted the area immediately around my anus. I knew what she was doing. It is something I do to david when he is due for an ass fucking. I only thought how much worse my ass fucking would be after this treatment!

She put the spoon down and started slapping my cheeks, way down low. She pulled me up at the waist so that I was more firmly over her one knee. I was still straddling her one leg while she had my other hooked. She hand spanked me gently on my lower cheeks.

I immediately stifled a moan as I felt my pussy rub against the tweed material of her elegant slacks. Oh no!

She spanked gently but insistently. I started rocking back and forth on her and getting more and more excited. Oh no. I didn’t want this! Was not expecting this. But she kept spanking me relentlessly in this position, for many minutes, keeping the pressure of her leg tightly on my pussy as I wriggled there getting more and more excited.

At a certain point, I don’t know, I just lost all shame completely. I reached around with my right hand to grab her ass. She did not object. I just sort of collapsed into my own lust, openly humping her tweed covered leg as I fondled her beautiful ass. I moaned out loud as I wriggled my ass and pussy shamelessly over her leg. What a sight! Her naughty little sister bucking across her knee like a whore!

She spanked harder and harder as I bucked and wriggled and moaned more and more unabashedly.  The hard, unrelenting spanking brought the passion flooding into my pussy. I rocked and ground into her and moaned and then exploded in a climax across her knee!!!!!

Oh No! What have I done???? I’ve completely humiliated myself!

She pretended (I guess) not to notice (even more humiliating) and continued spanking me with her hand. I settled down and just took it, but within another minute or so I again found myself rubbing my pussy against her tweed slacks. It was a complete repeat performance. Once was not good enough for her, or for me apparently: the little sister slut. It was the same slow buildup. The same increase in intensity. The same shameless showing. Her whore of a sister getting off on her spanking a second time. She increased the intensity of the spanks and then before very long it happened again. A second orgasm!

Oh shit! This was so arousing while at the same time being so humiliating. I wanted her to stop. No more. Please! Surely I’ve been humiliated enough, is exactly how I felt at that moment.

She picked up the wooden spoon. She again pulled me hard onto her knee and arranged herself so that the pressure and contact on my pussy was at its maximum. Oh no! She then started spanking my low cheeks with the wooden spoon again. It started fairly lightly, and I got into a rhythm bucking across her coarse pant, rubbing my pussy into her leg hard. The spanking intensified again. It was really, really hurting. But I was still on my way to a third orgasm. She spanked harder and harder and harder. I was screaming from pain and lust at the same time and then I had the biggest orgasm yet. I screamed as I came, and then fell limp across her as she continued to beat my ass with her wooden spoon. “no… no… no…” I whimpered.

She removed her leg from between mine and resettled me squarely across her lap. She still had the wooden spoon.

“One hundred hard ones to go, young lady,” she said.

“NO!” I yelled out, but stayed put across her lap. I didn’t know which way was up. I was not ready for this! I had just come off three orgasms and my cheeks were already as sore as hell. This CAN’T be happening. Enough!

“Yes. One hundred. You will learn your lesson to NOT cross boundaries with me again. Am I making myself completely clear?”

Even then, the irony of “my lesson” was not lost on me. What could I say? “Yes Ma’am!”

All the next 100 spanks were directed to my lower cheeks, alternating sides. All seemed as hard as she could possibly make them. The first ten were a nightmare. After she was done those first ten she said, “only 90 left to go.” Oh no! It was pure, unrelenting torment. I had thought my ass had gone numb a while back. It had not. I felt every smack of that spoon. After the first 40 she said “Only 60 left to go.” I thought my punishment would NEVER end. At this point I was no longer coherent, I was just blubbering out random words and screaming. My whole world collapsed into the scant few moments between sets of ten when I could breathe, and then the torture started up again. I had held out, more or less, up to now, but around number 80 I lost it, and the tears started streaming out of my eyes, and the snot out of my nose as I absorbed the last 20 strokes of my punishment.

When we reached 100 and it was over I didn’t even care. I was a sobbing mess. Sue took me off her lap and I collapsed onto my knees in front of her.

“Oh Baby,” she said as she wiped away my tears with her fingers and stroked my hair. I did not have any tissues. I did not think they would be needed. I buried my face into her blouse and dried my eyes there as she held me into her bosom, stroking me and saying “there, there, it’s all over now.”

She walked me over to the corner and put my nose back into it, my hands on my head, making sure my T-shirt was still lifted above my breasts. My bottom throbbed with the pain of my spanking.

“Sue,” I said, sniffling, “will you, take a photo, as a reminder for me?” EVEN THEN readers. EVEN THEN I was thinking of you.

“Sure,” she said and took a photo. Here it is.

Somehow the photo does not do it justice. Hard to believe that is a photo of a girl who had just had three orgasms, was still crying and sniffling, and was just given the spanking of her lifetime by her sister! I was so disappointed with the lighting on the photo, because it absolutely DID NOT do the state of my ass justice. I had to photoshop it to bring up the colours to anywhere near where they were actually in real life, and even so it still does not do my ass justice. I need professional lighting next time! What’s absolutely accurate is how the top of my ass cheeks were totally untouched, but my lower ass cheeks and upper thighs were torched red!

Without saying another word (literally), Sue got her coat on and left through the front door, leaving me sniffling still in the corner with my hands on my head.

As soon as she left I put my hand down to feel my butt. First thing I noticed was that it was leathery! the fuck!?! It was also throwing off vast amounts of heat. It also throbbed. I was also hard to walk because of the way the backs of my thighs were punished.

I painfully made my way up to our bedroom. david was there. He was not excited. He was worried!  I was starting to recover my composure, though. I showed him the damage and he whistled. After making sure I was ok (I was), he asked if he could make me cum with his tongue. I told him no, that there was something else I needed for him to do.

I made him sit on the bed. I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth and sucked. I gave him deep head until he was rock hard. I opened the bedside drawer and got out the lube. I put a towel down on the bed and got on all fours.

“please, you need to cum in my ass…” I told him.

“What?” he said.

“It’s, like, the last part of my punishment. You have to do it. You have to cum into me.”

And then, despite the immense shame, indeed reveling in it, I said, “Sue says so, and I’ll get spanked again if you don’t.”

david got behind me. He again sort of gasped at the state of my ass. He lubed my bottom hole and stuck his finger into me, stretching me nicely. He then relubed and put his cocktip at the entrance to my anal canal and pushed gently in. After what I had just gone through, this was nothing. david banged away at me for a couple of dozen strokes and then ejaculated deeply into me. How humiliating that my sister had ordered a spunking into my rear end under pain of a repeat performance of my spanking!

david and I both cleaned up and we ordered some dinner in. I told david absolutely everything that happened, and we analyzed what we thought it all meant.

Talk about confusing!

So I can say I easily got what I consider to be the most severe spanking of my life, by far. Sue seemed angry at me at times, and caring at others. She slapped and otherwise tortured and fondled my breasts, which is so totally sexual. She also had my pussy on show and touched it numerous times. When I was pressed up against her she knew I was getting off, and she let me do it. Even orchestrated the spanking to maximize it. But didn’t acknowledge at all that I had cum. And then she told me off for crossing boundaries!!!!!!!!!!!

In total, that spanking lasted almost two full hours. I had absolutely lost all sense of time. I thought the clocks were off by an hour or something. They weren’t.

I have spoken with Sue on the phone afterwards. It’s as if none of it ever happened. I told her “thank you for the spanking,” and she acknowledged that she had spanked me, with something like, “Yeah, that was fun. I enjoyed that.” And then she changed the topic and we talked about family stuff as if nothing else at all had happened.

I’m not obsessed with Sue or anything. I’ve had girl crushes before, but this is not like that. I certainly don’t obsess over getting another spanking from her. I would move heaven and earth to avoid one, in fact.

I definitely won’t be crossing any boundaries with her for my part anymore. If I tried, I am convinced she would spank me again, every bit as hard, and I would have to go along with it. I am too much a submissive, too much a masochist, and too much her little sister, not to obey her. I hope I don’t obsess over it.
Source: Strict Julie Spanks

Spanked by my Sister