The Stowaway's Keeper
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Chapter 49: Helen’s Birthday Present
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 49: Helen’s Birthday Present - In the 80's, John was looking to go some place no one would know him. He was not planning on starting his new life with a 14 year old girl. She and her friends keep his life anything but mundane, despite his best intentions to keep it that way at his new home. Codes will change as story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Fiction Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Oral Sex Slow
We woke up a little after 12:10 pm, having slept the morning away after the desire of the girls had been fulfilled. They were like babies with their stomachs full; they were content. Only their stomachs were full of my seed, which seemed to be what they desired. And my cock, which had been the delivery mechanism for their desired semen, was now standing at full mast, upright with a morning piss hard on. This time, I knew I had to get up and take a leak, that not even getting sucked by the two nymphs would have overridden the pressure on my bladder and my need for relief.
Cheryl said, “Whoa, you’re taking away my heating blanket.”
I replied, “It’s past 12:00. It’s time for everybody to get up and put their clothes on. Your birthday suits need to be put away.” I reconsidered and said, “On second thought, I need to get dressed. You two need to stay in your birthday suits, lean over the bed, and prepare for your punishment. Plus, according to Helen, extra spankings are what were considered acceptable and agreed upon to not get out of bed immediately this morning. Since you two took off not just your clothes but mine as well. After I had said I was not to be in my birthday suit while you two were as well in my bed.”
Cheryl looked at Helen and groused, “See what you’ve done.”
I saw a smile cross Helen’s lips, but she said, “Sorry.”
While I walked into the bathroom and started to piss, the two girls got out of bed. They appeared to be not at all afraid. Cheryl sauntered around the side where Helen was. The best I could describe it was they were somewhat nonchalant about leaning over the bed, pressing their tits into the mattress. They were smirking and jovially pushing on each other’s shoulders.
I wanted to make sure that they didn’t see me as a pushover. And spankings being an easy version of being punished. I think they saw them as something they could easily endure, and Helen actually enjoyed having my hand smack down on her ass. So, after finishing pissing in the bathroom for the second time in their lives, I went over to the closet. There, I pulled out an inch-and-a-half-wide brown leather belt. Seeing the belt in my hand, Helen mumbled, “Oh shit.” To me, she said, “You didn’t say that the spanking would be with a belt.”
To which I replied, “I didn’t say it wouldn’t be either. Actually, I didn’t specify what the punishment would be. Helen, you’re the one who said that staying extra time would be worth extra spankings. So this is just the extra punishment. The actual punishment is going to be different.
The two girls looked scared when they looked at each other and said, “Oh, no.”
“That’s right. Oh, no,” I parroted back to them.
The slap of the looped-over belt into my palm filled the air. The two girls realized then that I was serious about their spankings with the leather strap. Instantly, both their hands went over their butts like that would protect their asses from the leather strip. I stood behind the two young women, who had not removed their hands from their asses since finding out a belt would be used instead of my hand. I asked them, “Do I need to go over what you did wrong again? Or do you just want to get straight to your punishment?”
As per usual, Helen was quiet and let Cheryl be her spokesman, at which point Cheryl’s trembling voice said, “No, I think you can just get to the punishment. We know we weren’t supposed to do that. We’ll try to do better in the future.” I had to appreciate her equivocating that she would try, not necessarily succeed, in doing better in the future. Her voice got weaker and more afraid when she said, “I guess I’m ready for my punishment.”
It was my turn to change things up just a hair, and I said, “No, I think Helen is going to receive her punishment first. You can just listen closely and know what is coming. Helen was shaking, I think from both excitement and fear, when I got behind her. I barked at her, “Move your hands and place them over your head on the mattress. Or am I going to have to do that for you?” She shook her head no and slowly removed her palms from her cute heart-shaped ass before putting her hands over her head. When Helen put her arms over her head, she latched her left hand onto her right wrist. Holding her right wrist in her left hand, she also spread her legs a good bit wider. She was intentionally giving me a better view of the bloated, wet folds of her pussy that showed her excitement at what was about to come. Or just as likely, any bloating came from the excitement of giving me a blowjob. But either way, Helen had innately known how to get into a submissive’s position. It was like she was waiting to be handcuffed and stretched out on a rack as a BDSM submissive secured and punished by her master. It, in some ways, reminded me of Dorothy on the night before she left on vacation.
As I had done the last time I used a belt on the girls, I doubled it over, made a wide loop, and pulled it tight, making the leather pop. The snap filled the room with the sound once again. I heard Cheryl go, “Shit.” But there was a muffled yelp with what sounded like desire coming from Helen. I figured I would ease the girls into their punishment and told them, “You are going to get five lashes for the extra time that you shouldn’t have had in the first place since you stripped me.” I was consciously not making any comment referring to the spanking as having anything to do with the blowjob, pass over my lips.
The first swing towards Helen’s ass with the leather strap was slower than normal. Doing so would ease her into the punishment. At the crack of the leather landing on her smooth tan ass, she jumped and screamed at the pain it inflicted. Tears flowed almost immediately as the strap left a lightly red stripe along her butt cheeks. The second one was slightly harder than the first and elicited much the same reaction. Having seen Helen in the past seem to relish having her ass turn red, I gave her a second to recover and enjoy the burn when the initial moan of pleasure from the recovery tingle occurred. I landed the third and fourth in quick succession, not at full strength but not anything like the first two. Again, she bawled out, but shortly after feeling the sting and burn that it likely caused, she once again seemed to have a moan of pleasure pass through her. The final strike on her ass left it so that it was clear that she had received five strikes of the belt on her ass. Her tanned flesh had 5 long stripes of red going across the two cheeks when I moved on to stand behind Cheryl. Doing so, I heard a whine of what could only be described as disappointment in not having the belt’s stinging blows applied to her pussy lips as well as her ass.
Cheryl was pale, having seen and heard Helen’s reaction to the five blows on her round ass. She also hadn’t removed her hands the whole time Helen was being spanked. I wasn’t sure why she thought that they would protect her from what was coming, though she clearly had to know that they wouldn’t. Plus, she would be told to remove them. Standing behind her, I said to her, as I had Helen, “Take your hands off your butt and put them over your head. Cheryl, unlike Helen, didn’t get into the same stance. She stayed in basically the same position. She raised her hands up off her ass and put them over her head. She kept them apart, but not so wide as they would have been easily tied to the corners of the bed. Additionally, she did not part her legs, looking to have her cunt smacked with the leather strap of the belt. The strikes on Cheryl’s equally cute and tan ass were done in the same manner as they had been with Helen. The first two were a gradual introduction, and the middle two were the punishing ones, with the final one being the reminder that while the two previous were hard, much harder was possible. The big difference between the two girls’ reactions was that not once in the middle of being punished was there even the slightest sign or indication of Cheryl enjoying or taking pleasure from the sting or the afterburn of the strikes.
Helen was sniveling with red eyes and the remnants of tears running down her cheeks, while Cheryl was still crying, when I informed them, “I have some stuff I have to do yet today. But I have thought of what your actual punishment for last night is. Starting tomorrow, since today is your birthday, Helen ... starting tomorrow, since you two like to do things in the dark, you both will remain blindfolded the whole time you are here until cheer camp. So what that means is Cheryl, when you get up, you will put on a blindfold I will supply and continue to wear it for the rest of the day. In the evening, you can take it off to sleep. But it will go back on the following day and repeat it again for two days. And Helen, you will do basically the same thing. When you come over, the minute whoever brought you leaves, the blindfold goes on. It will stay on the whole time you’re here. I will let you know when whoever comes to pick you up is here. You can remove it then. Am I being clear?”
Both of the girls nodded their heads and said, “Yes, sir.”
I looked at them one more time and said, “OK, I’m going to go get some stuff I need to get done, done. While I am doing that, you two can go about your business for the rest of Helen’s birthday. And Helen, what time do we have to get you home? Let me know so we have time for birthday cake and presents. We can sit down and enjoy the cake Cheryl worked on for you.”
Sniffing and a crackling noise, Helen said, “Yes, sir. I’ll make sure we have time for cake and presents.”
Cheryl had the last of her tears roll out of her eyes and started sniveling, “So we’re free to go?”
I told her, “Yes, you’re free; don’t do whatever it is you had planned
for Helen’s birthday. As I said, I have to go get some stuff organized for my business trip while you girls are at camp for two weeks.”
They both nodded, and Cheryl wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, still sniffing, and said, “Thank you.”
I turned and left them so Helen and Cheryl could have the rest of their day free. It didn’t take me as long as I had expected to put all the equipment into the cases for shipping, which left me free to come back into the house. I had planned on getting a quick nap before getting up to get dinner ready. Plus, I had to figure out what housework needed to be done before Cheryl and I left for two weeks. Though blindfolded, Cheryl wouldn’t be much help.
I came through the front door fairly quietly. The lack of doors in the doorways let me hear Helen say, “Cheryl, so that’s my birthday present?”
Cheryl said, “Uh-huh, you always said that you wanted to be tied down and eaten until you couldn’t breathe. And since I broke paying for camp and a few other things that I needed for us, I thought it was the perfect time for this. That is, if you’re still game, or were you just talking the big game?”
Helen sounded excited but scared. “What about John?”
Cheryl replied, “He’ll be out in the shed for hours. You saw how long it took us to make bullets for him. He’ll go over every single item four times to make sure everything is just right. He’s kind of meticulous about his business.”
Helen said, “Yeah, he seems kind of meticulous in his personal life, also. Making sure we follow all the house rules.”
Cheryl snickered and said, “Maybe, but you don’t seem to mind the punishment for not following them.”
“Normally not, but my ass is going to hurt for days. I’ll hardly be able to sit on the chair. I won’t be able to sit on a hard chair for days,” Helen said in reply.
Cheryl said, “Then it’s a good thing your present will be on my bed. That is, if you still want your birthday present.”
Helen answered with a not-so-resounding, “Yeah, I guess so. I always wanted to try it.”
More excited, Cheryl said, “Good, here I have some scarves. We need to start tying you up.”
Over the next couple of minutes, I heard Helen say, “Not so tight.”
Cheryl replied, “But they have to be tight; otherwise, you might get away at the wrong time. Right when you’re going to go crazy.”
Helen did her usual, “Okay,”
The next thing I heard was Cheryl: “Damn, this bed, I need a good headboard and footboard to do this right. I’ll just have to secure you to the bed frame.” Her statement let me know that for Cheryl’s birthday, something she could really use and enjoy for her games with Helen was a four-poster bed with a canopy frame. Cheryl then said, “Wider ... spread your legs wide so I can tie down your feet and legs. Remember, I don’t have a footboard.”
Helen again said, “Okay.” I heard some walking around, as I guess Helen’s legs were pulled further apart. Helen groaned as her legs were stretched apart and tied with scarves.
“Thanks,” Cheryl said to Helen. “Okay ... Arms ... Come on, you don’t have all day. While John is going to be out in the shed for a couple of hours, it may take me that long to get you to the point of passing out from eating you.”
Helen lay back. “I will. But give me a second. I have to get used to my legs being like this.”
Cheryl said, “It’s going to be okay. Here, give me the left one.”
Helen was a little bit less enthusiastic, sounding, “I feel like I’m on the rack and being stretched so much.”
Cheryl responded with, “It’s okay. You’ll get used to the stretch. Now, the other arm.” After another groan from Helen, as Cheryl secured the last of her limbs. Cheryl commented, “Perfect ... You look absolutely edible. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to eat you like there’s no tomorrow. But first...” I heard Cheryl open up her hamper.
Helen immediately said, “Why are you getting out panties? What...”.
Her voice just cut off, and Cheryl’s response filled the silence: “Well, I’m going to make you scream like there is no tomorrow. And I can’t have you being heard three states away. We can’t have that now, can we? So can you breathe?” I heard Helen’s muffled voice say something that I couldn’t understand, but evidently Cheryl did. Evidently, Cheryl had already taken the idea of being blindfolded the next day to heart. She had covered Helen’s eyes by laying a pillow over her face so she couldn’t see or make it come off.
Cheryl said while putting the pillow on Helen’s face, “There, now you can’t scream and won’t be able to see what’s coming. It’ll make it that much more intense.” Again, all I heard was Helen’s muffled voice saying something unintelligible. Cheryl then exclaimed, “Good. Then it is time to start.” At that time, Helen only huffed. I figured that Cheryl would be busy by that time with her face in Helen’s twat. In that position, she would not see me, nor would Helen, when I did a quick peek into the room to see what the two were really up to.
Cheryl was on her stomach, naked, with her face buried in Helen’s box. Helen lay face up, looking, as Cheryl had said, edible. Her small breasts pointed at the ceiling, and though her pussy was covered up with Cheryl’s face. I could see and hear the lube and moans that flowed out from Helen’s thighs. The stretched and tied-down girl was in a neurotic heaven as she twisted, turned, and strained against the scarves that kept her tied down spread-eagled.
Cheryl lifted up to where I could see her tongue sticking out as her head nodded up and down as she ran her tongue in Helen’s hot slit. Every now and then, she got a hold of the clit at the top of Helen’s slit and shook her head from side to side. This occurred as she pulled up, keeping the small bud between her teeth. Helen squawked into dirty panties in her mouth while she twisted and strained against the scarves all the more.
Cheryl had been between Helen’s thighs enough to know exactly when she was about to ring all of Helen’s bells and have her orgasm. Cheryl used the knowledge and raised her face from her girlfriend’s box before she had Helen reverberating. Cheryl declared, “Oh no, you don’t. You’re not cumming yet. You’re not anywhere near where you need to be yet, and I lied. I’m not just going to eat you, but I thought maybe you would enjoy a little bit of play first.”
There was a crack and an awful sound from Helen, again, not something I could understand. I continued to peek around the door frame as I spied. I felt a little bit like a Peeping Tom as I spied on the girls as Cheryl gave Helen her birthday present. One, I was not expecting.
I watched Cheryl’s open hand as it smacked the outside of Helen’s small, coned right tit. Helen arched up at the pain of the blow on her sensitive flesh that quickly turned red. To which Cheryl said, “Ooh, look, I knew you’d like it. That’s right; you can’t see. But your nipples are getting hard, see.” Cheryl put her mouth over the extended hard nub and areola. She swapped it multiple times as Helen moaned. Cheryl’s teeth were dragged up and off the cone that she had struck. She pulled the nipple with her teeth and let it spring back when the tit’s flesh would stretch no further. Immediately after Helen’s tit stopped undulating, for a second time, there was a smack that filled the room. The other side of Helen’s small right cone had a red handprint up to the pickled flesh of her hard areola. Helen groaned at the abuse of her tit, unable to say anything intelligible through the dirty panties that were hanging out of her mouth. Cheryl slapped her right tit in quick succession like her tit was a bongo. It looked as if each one of the strikes was harder than the last, much like their spanking. After much of her tit was red, Cheryl again took her lips and sucked on the hurting buds. Helen made the one sound, which was the one thing I could understand, with Cheryl’s panties partially hanging out of her lips. It was the moan of gratifying pleasure.
Cheryl did the same thing to the left breast, starting with the strike to the outside just like the right. The moans of pleasure were the same as the first time Cheryl soothed a nipple after inflicting pain on its supporting flesh. She again slapped the other side of the breast. Once it had stopped bouncing from snapping back from being extended into a trapezoidal cone by its nipple between Cheryl’s teeth. Again, Cheryl kissed and swabbed the nipple before she used it as a bongo. She beat down on the nipple five times in succession. Again, a soothing brush of her hands, lips, and tongue on the reddened, pickled flesh and nub was accompanied by Helen’s twisting about. Cheryl, continue doing this, first the right and then the left. Over and over for the next ten minutes, from Helen, there were moans and screams of pain muffled by the panties in her mouth. But when the smacks on her breasts ended, more groans and sounds of pleasure came from Helen, filling the room. Those were once again replaced when the room was filled with the sounds of flesh being smacked. But even those were then replaced with the slurping and sucking on the orange-sized orbs with the cones on top.