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One of the many sexual encounters of Chase
and Tiffany
Tiffany Andrews and
Chase Walker first met in an orphanage at a very young age. Even though Chase
was three year older than the other girl they both looked the same age. The
parents of Tiffany were killed in a ski accident in
One afternoon five
weeks after Tiffany’s eighteens birthday both girls lay on the bedroom bed
watching Friends when feeling really hot Chase took her top off; without
knowing that any minute her sister will turn her attention towards her. Tiffany
turned around to face Chase directly, and immediately her sister's mouth went
straight to her hard nipples. Reaching the designated target, she began sucking
on them urgently like she was drinking out of a straw. The more she played with
her sister’s nipples the wetter she got. Tiffany became filled with passion as
Chase kneeled and pulled her sister’s white cotton panties off revealing her
cute little pussy.
"Get down on the
bed," Chase said, as she pushed Tiffany down on the soft mattress. As she
spread her partner’s legs, Chase inserted her tongue in her sister’s shaved
pussy making her feel something that she never felt before. The feeling was
unbelievable. She felt this intense tickling deep inside of her – it felt like
a volcano erupting inside of her. When
Chase rolled the tip of her tongue over her sister g-spot, the first of her
orgasms hit Tiffany like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pleasure began
invading her until she started to shake from every part of her body. Chase's
moist tongue found her sister’s juicy clit and began a steady succession of
licking and sucking movements that caused Tiffany to
cum again. Tiffany reached her hand out to caress Chase's face; who started making orgasmic noises until the girl in
question began moaning with desire.
Now it was her sister’s
turn to remove her clothing. Silently she unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her
heavy breast. Afterwards Chase unhooked her bra and left her only in a pair of
white knickers that barely covered her tinny pussy. Tiffany reached out and
touching the softness of her sister’s delicious cookie, which felt like the
caress of wet gentle rose petals falling on her body.
As she continued the
caress between her sister’s legs, Chase took her panties off exposing her
shaved pussy. Chase stood motionless for a few seconds, letting Tiffany get a
good look at her magnificent nude body. As she noticed the drip of wetness
falling from her sister’s wet lips she quickly reached out and caught it; after
which she inserted it into her own mouth. The taste of her sister’s juices made
her shiver with excitement. Without a word Tiffany lifted her right leg and
placed it on her sister’s shoulder leaving Chase's pussy an inches away from
her mouth. Tiffany buried her face right into the hot wet cunt and within
seconds brought the quivering lady to an exploding orgasm. As both girls held
each other in the afterglow of great sex, Tiffany saw the door of her room open
and their mother enter.
“What are you two doing?” Margaret
asked in disbelieve.
“Nothing
mother… we where just resting” Tiffany said knowing that the
‘liar-liar-pants-on-fire” lie will never work.
“You
know that you two girls will be severely punished!” said their mother
“Yes mother” one of the girls
answered
Chase was the first
girl to pay for her bad choices, therefore Tiffany had to remain standing with
her hands on her head and watch her sister receive the proper punishment she
deserved. Her favorite pose was the one
where her sister had to bend over a piece of furniture and receive a bare
bottom canning, what was so erotic about this was the sight of her slit
appearing between her legs. Tiffany watched as her sister’s panties fell around
her knees and more of her shaved pussy appearing between her thighs. She began
to feel wet as she listened to Chase cry after her mother’s cane landed across
her bare bottom. As the cane started making its fine prints on the girl’s
lovely bottom, Chase pushed her bottom farther out in order for the cane to
have a better effect on her. This way, she thought, the sight will please her
mother and make her end the punishment quicker. After twenty strokes Chase
started biting her lip from the pain. When her cries got louder her sister knew
that Margaret was caning her across the tops of her thighs, which by now must
have hurt like hell. Tiffany knew how much the cane burned across the tender
skin of the thighs, she used to get punished more times than her sister, and
today she knew she would have to endure another episode of discipline.
There was a break in
the punishment as Margaret let Chase rest; during this time Margaret's calm
voice started lecturing her daughter again, after which Chase promised to be a
good girl. A few moments after the break ended she was crying again as the
caning commenced. Chase knew that the second part of the caning would mirror
the first, as the strokes continued falling across her curved bottom, and then
across her warm thighs. Chase was sobbing by the time this part of her
punishment ended. Her mother gave her another break. Tiffany stared with excitement
as Margaret begun stroking her hair and back. Chase’ face streaked with tears,
as Margaret told her that she loved her and that she needed this spanking.
After a few minutes, when the girl stopped crying, Tiffany heard her sister’s
voice pleading:
"Please mom,
don't whip me. I'll be a good girl. Please don't whip me."
Tiffany watched with excitement as Margaret stood to Chase's left side, holding the riding crop in her hand. As Chase begged Margaret not to whip her, she clenching her buttocks and pushed her little pussy into the mattress. As she lay there on her tummy she heard Margaret's voice
"Get that cute ass up, young lady, or I will give you extras". Chase raised her lovely blistered bottom properly in the air, knowing that no amount of pleading would allow her to escape the whipping she was going to receive. Tiffany saw her sister’s tights slightly spreading and exposing her cute pussy; she also started arching her back offering her bottom to the cane. She heard the smack of the bamboo cane across Chase's bottom, followed by her cries, which by now turned to sobs as the punishment continued. When the whipping was finally over Tiffany saw that Chase's bottom and thighs where crimson and covered with welts. After about five minutes she heard Margaret say
"Over my knee,
honey." After she placed herself in the proper position, her mother
told Chase she would get twenty strokes on each butt cheek with the paddle and
then another twenty on her ass with the bath brush. As she would with a little
girl, Margaret pined Chase's right arm behind her,
holding her firmly so she could not squirm, or move out of the path the
paddled. The paddling had a one-two beat as Margaret spanked one buttock, then
the other. Chase was soon crying again, as Margaret paddled her sore bottom on
and on. Margaret let Chase catch her breath, and after a few minutes the
paddling started again, the smacks had more of a thud this time. Tiffany
watched aroused as Chase was being spanked with the bath brush, she also knew
and that this was the last part of her spanking. This was the part of
Margaret's punishment that hurt the most. When the paddling was over Margaret
held Chase, crooning, telling her she was a good girl for talking this much
needed spanking. Finally Chase stopped crying after five more minutes. Margaret
made her bend over the bed again as she had for her caning and whipping. She
had to remain in this position while she listened to Tiffany get her spanking.
Margaret was sitting
on the other side of the bed waiting. Tiffany's eye where immediately drawn to
the two dark wood paddles that lay on the bed. One of them was long and thin,
the other looked like a ping-pong paddle made of a thick dark wood. Tiffany
went over and stood in front of Margaret. Her mother took the girl’s hand and
guided Tiffany to her right side.
"Over my lap girl." Tiffany's lay across Margaret’s knees with her bottom over Margaret’s right thigh. Margaret caressed her smooth round bottom, sliding her hand over Tiffany 's soft skin.
"Have you
been a bad girl? Have you? What were you thinking when you were eating your
sister’s pussy?" Margaret asked her. .
"Yes, Ma'am",
Tiffany's answered softly only to the first part of the question. Margaret
moved her hand between Tiffany's thighs, and started caressing her wet pussy.
She ran her index fingers along the line of Tiffany's lips, up toward her clit,
and rubber her for a while. After a few minutes she withdrew her hand and
smacked Tiffany on her right buttock.
"You need this, don't you Honey?"
"Yes, please, I've been bad". Margaret started spanking her with one of the paddles, alternating the sides of Tiffany’s bottom. The paddling stung and hurt, but Tiffany was bewildered to find that she did not want the punishment to stop. She wanted it harder and eagerly raised her hips when Margaret moved her hand over her pussy lips. Margaret caressed Tiffany’s pussy, finding them sticky and swollen with excitement. Tiffany’s lovely bottom was starting to blush pink from the spanking. Her daughter’s body was so beautiful, Margaret though to herself.
"Have you learned your lesson, naughty girl? Or do you need an extra session of spanking \?"
"Please..."
"Please what?" Margaret said caressing Tiffany’s face. "Please stop, or 'Please spank me'".
"Yes..."
"Say it"
"Please spank me, mother", Tiffany’s said softly
Tiffany felt the
smooth wood of one of the other paddles caress her bottom. She felt the tingle
of fear again as the paddle glided over her ass, when all of a sudden she fell
the object landing on her ass. It stung more than Margaret’s hand had, but as
Margaret paddled her, she did not want it to stop, even as she was crying out
under the strokes. Margaret stopped after a few swats, caressing Tiffany’s again,
she slid her fingers over Tiffany pussy lips, rubbing her clit. Margaret bent
over to the side, resting her arm on the bed, her face close to Tiffany’s, with
her hand still in her pussy.
“Tiffany… your pussy is all wet”
“Sorry mom” she replied closing her legs
“No darling, let me see” said her mom making her daughter spread her legs wide, and inserting two of her fingers into it.
"Yes, defiantly
wet... You really are a bad girl. Your pussy is soaking wet. You're such a
naughty little slut."
"Yes,
Mom. I'm a bad girl."
"Get up, Sweetie” Tiffany sat up stepping
out of her panties when they fell to her ankles “It’s your sisters
turn again",
Margaret got two pillows and piled them in the
middle of the bed.
"Over the
pillows, Honey" When Chase lay over the pillows, Margaret knelt next to
her, on Chase's right side, and picked the small round dark wooden paddle that
lay on the bed. With her other hand she caressed Chase's bottom, feeling her
warm skin. She ran her fingers between Chase's cheeks - the skin there was
still pale compared to the deep pink blush across her bottom. Chase's legs were
spread, the pillows under her hips pushing her bottom up exposing her pussy and
made her present her bottom properly for punishment. Margaret slid her left
thumb into Chase' pussy, thrusting gently into her, and caressing her clit with
the base of her index finger. Chase pressed against Margaret’s hand looking for
a moment of pleasure. Taking the paddle in her right hand, Margaret leaned over
Chase' bottom and began to spank her again. This paddle hurt more, with a less
stinging, deeper pain. Margaret alternated the strokes, spanking her first one
side, and then the other. Chase' contracted her bottom with each smack, as the
pain burned her ass, making her push her pussy deep in her pillows. Margaret
stopped for a little bit thrusting her thumb into Chase se begun rubbing her
clit faster.
"You like this,
don't you, my little slut", Margaret said
"Yes",
Chase moaned
Margaret started paddling her again, harder
now, faster, making Chase cry out with each stroke. Pushing hard against
Margaret’s hand, with her bottom clenching, she enjoyed the pain that was
invading her ass; then relaxing as she pushed against Margaret, until she cried
out as her orgasm came with a flash of white light. Margaret stopped spanking
her and lay the tool next to her, pulling Chase into her arms.
“Do you want to know why you are getting a
spanking?” asked her mom.
"No, Ma'am. I know why I'm getting a
spanking. I'm sorry Mom" Chase said. Margaret held Chase firmly with her
left arm and brought a heavy ruler down hard across Chase's bare bottom. At
first Chase tried to take the spanking stoically and the only sound in the room
was the metronome like smack of the oak across her own bare buttocks. The ruler
continued hitting her, bringing more elicited louder cries out of Chase. When
Margaret finally stopped, the girl was crying as hard as she could, holding her
crimson bottom in her hands.
"Bend over the
end of the bed, dear" Margaret told Chase. Chase stood up and moved
towards the end of the bed. With her knees and thighs resting against the bed
she bended forward, supporting herself on the palms of her hands, pushing her
arched bottom out. Time seemed to be very slow for Chase as she waited for Margaret
to get the cane. After a while Margaret tapped her bottom with the cane
measuring her stroke. Then the cane whistled through the air as Margaret
brought it hard across the center of Chase's bottom. At first it did not seem
that bad and then the burning pain came making a hot line across her buttocks.
Margaret administered a stroke every ten seconds or so, the welts perfectly
level and parallel, lining Chase's bottom and upper thighs. After the
first few strokes, Chase was sobbing as the rattan cane continued to cut across
her bottom. Each time the cane landed on the girl’s unprotected bare ass, she
gasped for air. The heat of the cane raced through her entire lower body making
every nerve she possessed feel the pain. As the cane continued to make her continuing
marks, the girl started to shake. Her ass hurt so bad that she was afraid she
would throw up from the pain. On and on the cane made powerful burning marks on
the girl’s behind. Margaret
slowed her pace, but the power she put in every swing remained the same. Each
engorged bruise across her daughter’s writhing rump was whacked again, and
whacked harder. Her daughter kicked and squirmed and bounced and bellowed, but
she managed to hold on and keep her blazing bottom up throughout the ordeal.
She shook her ass as hard as she could but failed to escape her captor.
Margaret knew that her daughter was too swollen to get back into her tight
underwear, so after the caning she would be forced walk all day naked from the
waist down. After giving her twenty more
strokes, Margaret sat on the bed and pulled the crying girl into her arms
letting her go only after she stopped crying. After a few minutes of trembling
in her mother’s arms she stopped crying.
"All right
then, bend over the bed again, " ordered Margaret.
Chase started crying again as she positioned herself for the cane. The second
set of strokes landed hard over her already welted buttocks and thighs making
her butt hurt even more than when the first session was in progress. Chase
squirmed and clenched her buttocks after Margaret gave her a hard stroke across
the tops of her thighs.
"You know
better than that dear. Now stay still. I'm going to give you that stroke over
and you'll have to take two extra punishment strokes for moving" Margaret
warned, bringing the cane down hard across Chase's bottom. Margaret warned
Chase two more times to stay in position. After a few more additional swats the
caning stopped and Margaret comforted the sobbing girl.
"How many
extras do you have coming, dear", Margaret asked when Chase's sobs had
quieted down. Tears were still running down Chase's cheeks. She got a tissue
and blew her nose. She had tried to be a good girl and stay still for her
caning but failed. Chase remembered Margaret’s warnings, but it all ran together
in her mind.
"Four,
Ma'am?" Chase answered hopefully.
"I'm afraid
that it was six. I'm going to give you another two for not keeping track, so
that will make eight. Now back over the bed. I want you to count the strokes
for me." Chase reluctantly bent over the bed again. The cane sliced the
air and she cried out.
"One. Thank you Ma'am"
"Two. Thank you
Ma'am" Chase counted out and thanked Margaret for each and ever strokes
until Margaret finally put the cane aside. Chase stood up and watched as Margaret
piled the lace edged pillows in the middle of the bed.
"Please don't whip me anymore, mom. I've
learned my lesson. My bottom is so sore. I'll be a good girl."
"I know that you'll be a good
girl, now go in the corner and wait next to your sister” Chase went in corner
with her bruised cheeks moving from side to side and waited; her punishment was
finally over.
“Now, which of you had this idea?” asked her mother
“I did,” stated Tiffany
“For this you be punished like never before” her mother said
“What… What do you mean mom”
“I’m going to whip your lovely pussy”
“\No mom, please don’t” Tiffany said cupping her hand over her pussy.
“I’m sorry honey you should have though of this before
you did what you did; now place yourself in the proper position”
Tiffany moved
towards the center of the room, took the chair from her working desk and put it
in one corner of her room. Then she placed her bruised bottom on the edge of
the seat and spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting her little pussy
foe punishment. Margaret moved behind her and bending over she gently brushed
her hand over her daughter’s breasts, by this time Tiffany’s nipples were very
hard and itched with desire. They felt so tuff to the touch that anybody could
easily hang weights on them. Feeling her little berries, her mother squeezed
her nipples for a bit and then released them. Seeing her little girl suffering,
Margaret reassured herself that her little angel would be a good girl in the
future. Moving her hand down Tiffany’ body she squeezed her tummy a little -
her abdomen felt so soft that she couldn’t help herself, so she pressed her
fingers on the little girls stomach, like a doctor would do during a routine
checkup.
The procedure didn’t hurt but made her feel uncomfortable. Moving her hand
downward, Margaret grabbed Tiffany’s little pussy; than raising her arm she
smacked the brat between her legs as hard as she could. What her daughter felt
was a painful sensation invading every part of her pussy. Spanking her daughter's
lips Margaret was surprised how soft the pussy of a teenage girl felt. After
stoking her lips she hit her harder. This time Tiffany began whimpering a bit,
and the color of the skin started turning a little rosy. Slapping her
daughter's privates’ made Margaret very exiting, mainly because she never
touched another woman down south before, not even her own pussy; the only time
she touched herself was when she washed. Even though it hurt very much and her
pussy started turning redder and redder with each smack Tiffany kept her legs
wide open, looking down once in a while to see what tint of red her cookie was
turning. Looking between her legs, she was a little turned on when her mother’s
hand made contact with her. She enjoyed the sight. After her mother left for
work tomorrow morning she though of taking a mirror
and study every inch of her genitals, especially the redder parts. Usually she
enjoyed having her shaved pussy slapped from time to time by her or by Chase,
only this time the smacking went far beyond a light pleasurable spanking; this
time she failed to enjoy the pain that was racing trough the lower part of her
body constantly. With each smack the pain she felt in her pussy intensified.
She wished she could touch herself down there but now it was quite impossible
without risking additional punishment. She wonder how worm her pussy felt then
and there; if she was alone she would have placed a thermometer between her
lips and see if the temperature down there was the same as the temperature all
over her body. After a few more slaps the punishment stopped. Their ordeal
ended a few minutes later, after her mother grounded them for a month. Finally
they were free… until the next time they committed something naughty.
The End