Chapter 6

Samantha had often enough read about the 'deer in the headlights' syndrome, where a person or animal was so stuck in place that, despite being in danger, no movement was made.

She might have given intellectual or artistic consent to understanding the idea but until this very moment, this very second, she realized that she had absolutely no idea what it was like to be the 'deer in the headlights' but here she was.

The scene in front of her was more than just fascinating, and Samantha was more than just a voyeur taking the scene in. No, it had wrenched her so hard that the scene threatened to be life stealing or at least life altering.

She stood there and saw Emily, totally, incredibly naked, hanging over Josh's knee. She hadn't seem Em naked in such a while and, for one thing, was blown away by how lovely she was, slumped over his knee, her ass, red as flame in the air, and her bit lovely tits pointed toward the floor.

Sam stood there and every sense that she had, every notion in her head, every idea of propriety was shrieking at her to just leave.

Yet she stood there and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

The voice was insistent:

"Samantha, this is Emily's business and her's alone; she's an adult and can make her own decisions without any interference from you at all."

Samantha's mental answer was:

"Yes, I know."

Yet she stood there and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

But there was a contrary voice that was hammering at her also:

"But he spoke to me! To me! To me he said:

'You liked that didn't you? You wish it were you over my knee?''

And despite the warnings of her better nature and the sense that her better nature tried to instill in her, Samantha's main contribution to what was going on was not to do the 'right thing' or the sensible thing. But to simply stand and shake her head 'yes' at his question. She knew better, down deep, she knew that she knew better.

Yet she stood there and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

It wasn't only shaking her head 'yes' at what Josh had said. That might have been bad enough but Samantha realized that she stood there and repeatedly shook her head 'yes' over and over again, as if there was no end to her wanting to acknowledge that 'yes' she did wish that she was over his knee!"

She tried to shake herself out of it. After all, Emily was doing whatever he told her; at least she'd been doing that all the while that Samantha had seen, both outside and inside. And further more, she shouldn't even be thinking about getting mixed up in what was, apparently so important to Emily.

Yet she stood there and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

The voice said that it wasn't fair to be here and do anything to make Emily's situation less lovely for her. She'd had such a hard time since her husband had thrown her over, and now there seemed to be this progress, great progress maybe. She knew that she should stay out of it, well out of it.

Yet, she stood and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

And, yes, she felt herself to be stuck. Those thoughts about the deer and the headlights were the truest possible thoughts. It's not what she wanted, for herself certainly, nor what she'd want for Emily, this spanking and all.

Yet, she stood and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

And then one other thing impressed her, and this shook her as much as anything else:

His eyes. They never left her. He was stroking Emily's ass, that red, red ass, with his hand prints still all over it surface, but he was staring at her, always now directly at her.

His gaze was riveting and he held her with that gaze, and Samantha did have or couldn't find the power or strength to look away. Josh's eyes, his stare had completely immobilized her. All that she could manage was to shake her head 'yes' like some kind of motorized dummy!

Samantha had never felt so caught in her life, nor did she ever remember enjoying the feeling so much either, and that was just not right.

Yet she stood there and shook her head 'yes' repeatedly.

And she returned the stare and didn't take her eyes from his, while he was gazing at her with that soft and sexy smile of his.

Then his glance shifted, and with the shift of his glance, Sam's glance also moved, as though he were directing her to gaze at something that he wanted her to see, and maybe he did want her to see it, for his gaze had gone back to Emily.

And the scene impressed Samantha anew. There was her little sister, her Em, about whom she'd had so much pain and worry over these past years. And Emily was naked, absolutely and, she though in a corner of her mind, inappropriately naked.

She was stretched over this ... this boy's lap, naked and her ass was beet red from his having been spanking her. Then, after the new, yet old observation was made, a horrible thought came into Samantha's mind.

"Was this why Em was so up-beat today at the Grill Room?"

She spoke to herself but knew what the answer to the question would be:

"Yes, of course it is! This is why she was so happy! So content! So upbeat and lovely looking! She was anticipating something like this, this scene of abuse!"

But Sam swallowed hard then because she had such a difficult time really calling this 'abuse'. Emily, when Josh had ordered her to concentrate and count the spanks to her ass, had acquiesced! She'd done it! She went on counting! She seemed to have liked it!

The thought had Sam rooted to the spot looking at both Em's reddened ass and Josh's smiling face. She'd almost said 'smirking' face but that wasn't true and she realized it. He wasn't indeed smirking. He was smiling as thought he knew absolutely what he was doing.

"Huh, what he was doing besides beating my sister!" Sam said to herself to pull her out of the reverie, and realized right away that it wasn't really working at all.

Sam looked and still Em hadn't moved at all, and then she knew. She knew beyond the shadow of any kind of doubt that Emily was there willingly, not as a captive, not as a victim, but as a willing partner to whatever was happening.

Sam knew this for sure down deep in her heart and with all her intellect and it made her suck in her breath! It made her weak in the knees.

The whole scene had been disturbing from the first minute but now it was riveting because she realized that Emily was doing something that she liked, something that she wanted to do, and that gave Samantha a shock to her system that was hard to calculate.

And then finally, she came out of it. She stopped the incessant bobbing of her head in that ceaseless 'yes' motion. She tore her eyes away from the tableau that was before her, the tableau of her sister's paddling by the lawn boy. She tore her eyes away and then finally did something. But what Samantha did was neither what was to be expected or even believed.

What she did next was a simple thing yet it was a step that was so decisive and so dangerous for her that everything that came later flowed from it as surely as anything.

Instead of protesting, instead of taking action, instead of making a scene, Samantha took a step in their direction. She took a step toward her naked sister, and this mesmerizing young man who seemed to be so much in charge of the scene, who had the eyes that kept her captive and the commanding voice that made her simply agree that she was sorry that it wasn't her that was being spanked, naked over his knee.

She realized that she was holding her breath and expecting him to do something, something significant, maybe something massive about her inability to go away, get away or disassociate from what was happening to her sister.

Samantha wasn't even sure that she had any options left at this point. She wasn't sure that she could have taken a backward step, or turn around, or walk to the door and out the door. She was held, as surely as if she were bound in place right there. She was held by, for want of a better explanation, his commanding presence and his piercing eyes.

It was those very features that had held Emily in thrall, when she'd spilled the money that first time and went to her knees, conveniently, in front of him.

It was those features that had Samantha now, moving a step at a time into, or at least toward the scene and not away from it. Going toward the tableau of her little sister, with the lovely reddened ass, and the large tits hanging lewdly, splayed over this young man's lap for a spanking that was triggered by nothing that Samantha was aware of.

Sam tried to steel herself, to be ready for him to make a demand, for she was totally sure that he was going to do that: make a demand, a demand of her. She tried to steel herself but she wasn't sure for what:

To say 'no'?

To say 'yes'?

Compliance? Resistance? Participation?

She riffled through these alternatives and came up with only confusion, and the confusion wasn't about to help her in this situation.

But Samantha was definitely not ready for what actually happened, what Josh actually did, for he didn't do anything or say anything to Samantha at all. He didn't involve her at this point. As a matter of fact, Josh spoke right then only to Emily, who only had eyes or wits right then for him, and no one else, certainly not her sister, if she was anymore aware of the fact that Sam was even standing there.

Josh spoke to Emily with a calm authority:

"Mrs G, now get your lovely, rather red, naked ass off of my lap and kneel between my knees. I want you to worship my cock, Emily. Show your sister your devotion to me."

Then two things happened at once, and Josh took note of both of them.

First, Samantha's progress forward was halted by that totally and immediately. She stopped, when she heard what Josh ordered Emily to do next. The lewdness of the order filled her mind and reverberated around in her head.

" ... worship my cock, Emily."

She couldn't free herself of the words for the next five minutes:

" ... worship my cock, Emily."

" ... worship my cock, Emily."

" ... worship my cock, Emily."

" ... worship my cock, Emily."

The second thing that happened, that Josh took note of and that Samantha too saw with increasingly mixed emotions was the sight of Emily fairly hopping off of Josh's lap, with still no word for her sister at all, and place herself in a subservient position between Josh's splayed legs.

And that wasn't even all of it. He'd also said:

"Show your sister your devotion to me."

So, this demonstration that Emily, her own sister, was about to make, and make freely, willingly and, from all that Sam could see, with total relish, was meant for her own edification.