Bex, with her hand trembling, slowly pulls her skirt up, the hem of the dress now frames her perfect ass. The garters frame her ass like it’s a perfect picture. The wetness glistening off her puffy pussy lips, and her engorged clit sticking out from its hood, do nothing to hide Bex’s sexual excitement.
Jill is grinning. “Oh my. Bex, why are you so sexually excited? I can’t believe what a pervert my daughter is. She’s getting sexually excited at the thought of your father spanking you!”
Alathia watches the twisted pain of confusion and enjoyment, twist on her big sister Bex’s face; it is something Alathia will never forget.
Bex, with her internal emotions bouncing around like a pinball, thinks to herself, “Oh god, I’m so fucking ashamed. I’m fucking leaking like a faucet, I can’t stop it. My goddamn body is betraying me. I’m getting turned on by my father preparing to spank me. Fuck, maybe Alathia is right, maybe this is who I really am!”
Jill gives her husband the continue command, “You may begin, Pubert.”
Pubert begins cutting the air with a whistling sound, the belt cutting through the air ending with a thunderous crack exploding across Bex’s ass.
Yelping, “Thank you, Mrs. Mom, for spanking my ass, and correcting my abhorrent behavior!”
Jill, smiling, taps her finger against her chin, contemplating. “It seems my youngest daughter Alathia is a natural dominant. You’ve brought a lot of latent submissive potential out of your big sister, maybe with a little more force than cohesion, but in our world, results are results. And the fact my oldest daughter is bent over a kitchen table, wearing a fucking ridiculous outfit, bare ass to her father, is a testament to your growing skills, Alathia.”
Pubert striking Bex’s ass again, sees his beloved daughter flinch, breaking his heart. Bex struggles to keep her tears from spilling. Bex repeats her saying of thanking her mother. With a trembling hand, Pubert strikes again, with Bex repeating her thanks.
Alathia, completely engrossed in watching Bex being used like this in front of her mother and father, thinks, “Mother, you devious bitch! Holy shit! I’m so keeping a better eye on you, and definitely adding a few more cameras to your room.”
Bex, with a quivering lip and eyes beginning to tear up, is only about halfway through her ten swats. Bex’s thoughts and desires are an entirely different issue. “Oh god, I can’t believe how turned on I am right now. Fuck, please don’t let Mistress get any ideas from this, in how it’s affecting me. No, she isn’t my mistress, she’s my fucking, toxic-cunt-of-a-little sister, and tonight, this shit stops!”
Pubert struggles with the last of Bex’s lashes. On the final hit, Pubert quickly puts his belt back on, and exits the house, rushing off to work.
Jill turns her intense gaze to the blubbering mass of her oldest daughter. “Alathia, please take the help upstairs, get it cleaned up and dressed for the spa and don’t let it embarrass us. Meet me in the living room when you’re done.”
Alathia takes Bex by the hand. “Yes, mother. We will be as quick as possible, but the help can be such a diva with new clothes.”
Bex, still sniffling, groans knowing the kind of clothes that now hang in her closest are simply the fucking worst, since Alathia had made her donate and give away almost her entire wardrobe.
Alathia has brought Bex back into Bex’s room. “Oh man, my little fucktoy, that was so fucking hot. I can’t believe how wet I am. I have to know, you… you loved every second of that with your father, didn’t you?”
Bex is trying hard to regain her composure, her quivering lips stutter a quick reply; hanging her head down, whispers, “I did, Mistress.” Bex keeps her responses short and to the point, placating her tormentor Alathia, her mistress, her sister, the bane of her existence.
Pulling Bex into her room, Alathia sits Bex down at the newly acquired pink vanity, much to Bex’s distaste; Bex hating the new look to her room, as the rock posters were slowly being replaced by pop Princess and Sailor Moon stuff.
Alathia pulls out a blue-floral, ruffle dress out of Bex’s closet; it looks like something a six-year-old would wear to her first day of school. A matching hair bow and shoes don’t help make this outfit any more bearable. But the most humiliating nail in the coffin are the white tights that Alathia pulls out, handing them to Bex, with a pair of buckle shoes to wear.
Blushing, Bex asks, “Mistress, may I please wear something a little more mature.”
Alathia, caressing Bex’s cheek like one would comfort a small child, answers, “No, you may not. You’re a naughty, slutty, pussy-licking-lesbian cunt-slave, my cute, little cumdump. It’s time to get you dressed.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Bex, pulling her tights up, can’t help but feel the tights give her the feeling like her legs are wrapped in a warm hug. Pulling the dress over her head, she feels the slick, satiny material caressing her body. Thankfully, Alathia hasn’t been making her wear training bras and with her lacking of a chest, she rarely needs a bra.
Alathia, quickly working her magic, gives Bex a very innocent and youthful look, really highlighting the blue of Bex’s eyes and her splotches of freckles that adorn her nose and cheeks. Taking a step back to admire her handy work handiwork, Alathia remarks, “Mother is simply gonna love this look on you, Bexy,” laughing to herself.
In a deep, sighing tone, at having to go in public dressed like a small child, Bex simply thanks her Mistress and remains quiet, to not anger her sadistic mistress.
Finishing up, Alathia hands Bex her cat-tail buttplug and a bottle of lube with another bottle of ointment for Bex’s paddled ass.
Grinning at Bex, Alathia hands Bex the bottles and toy. “You need to get someone to put your tail in for you, and get them to rub ointment on your ass, and I’d try being as quick as possible.” And the final piece of Bex’s outfit, her collar, now has a tag you can scan and brings up some interesting things if you know what to scan and how.
Gobsmacked by Alathia’s request, Bex’s mind shifts into full blown panic mode, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mistress-bitch wants me to ask mother; that’s the easy way. But, if I run next door to Leon, that pencil-neck geek will do it and keep his mouth shut, I just have to be quick.”
Quickly stuffing the tail and bottles in her newly acquired kitty backpack, Bex shoots down the hall past her mother and out the back door. Bex, in an uncharacteristically athletic move, hops the fence, her puffy dress flapping in the wind, and rushes to the Litts’ back door, She hurriedly knocks, hoping that Leon is home and hears the knocks.
Taking a moment to smooth her dress down and fix her bow, Bex takes a deep breath, in that infinitesimal moment before the door opens.
The back door opens with a creaking sound, as a much older lady answers the knocking, causing Bex’s hope to be dashed, like fine china being thrown against a wall. Her composure slips to a defeated look. “Oh fuck me! I can’t fail. Alathia will not take this lightly and now my choices are this old lady or my mother! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!! Wait, maybe Leon is home!”
Bex nervously asks, “Is Leon home?”
The older woman, who, for a woman of her age, still looks amazing; like with a Joan Crawford kinda elegance about her and her demeanor. Her blonde hair is in an elegant style, something of a throwback to a bygone era, but still timeless on her.
Her voice is like the equivalent of having a cup of homemade hot chocolate poured right in front of you. “I’m sorry, my dear, but Leon has gone shopping with his mother and I’ve never been one to shop so I said I’d stay behind. Are you okay, my dear? You look a tad flustered, rushing over here.”
Bex internally screams the longest fuck of her life. “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask Leon for a favor, but since he isn’t here, it’s obvious he can’t help.”
Noticing Bex’s collar and tag, the maternal older woman’s gaze shifts to a mischievous look. “Well, maybe it’s something I could assist you with.”
Bex knows that humiliating herself now, is the better option than disappointing Alathia with failing her task. Slowly reaching into her bag, looking down at her feet, Bex holds a bottle of ointment up.
“I need help putting this on my butt.”
No sooner having said the words, does the full effect of asking an older granny-like woman to rub her butt, crush a little more of Bex’s self-esteem, like so many broken toys in the attic, just another on the heap.
Giving a suspicious look, the elderly woman asks, “What else is in that bag of yours? Show me now, little girl.”
Bex, having heard that same tone from Alathia, quickly shows the woman in front of her the other bottle of lube and the tail plug-toy.
Picking up the tail and lube, she asks, “Well now, what about these?” picking up the tail and lube bottle, “Care to explain these!”
Her cheeks turning red, Bex barely whispers out, “I’m suppose to have someone put my tail in for me, as well as rubbing ointment on my butt. I have to get it done for my Mistress, or she’ll punish me for failing her.”
Grinning at seeing the fly struggling in a web that the fly created itself, the matronly woman seizes the opportunity before her. “I could help you, little girl, if you’re willing to help me in return.”
Bex is taken aback by the woman in front of her, being willing to do a tit-for-tat exchange it seems. “Oh please, ma’am, I can’t take another spanking; would you really help me?”
Pulling the chair from the kitchen table, the woman sits slowly pulling her skirt up. “I want you to service me, right here, right now, and I’ll put your tail in nice and lubed, and rub your little tush with the ointment. What do you say?”
Blushing, Bex nods emphatically, “If I do this quickly, I can get her off and get this task done quickly.”
Seeing the elder woman lift her skirt, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties, her blonde pubic hair is nicely trimmed and glistening with her wetness, beckoning Bex to lick her and to lick her good.
Bex, feeling an almost Pavlovian effect of a glistening pussy, almost lunges to begin pleasing the pussy before her. “Oh my god, I almost dove head first into this bitch’s pussy…What the-absolute-fuck is wrong with–“
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