The Stowaway's Keeper
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Chapter 50: Blind Punishment
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 50: Blind Punishment - 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
It was nice to have the house to myself for one evening, though getting woken up in the middle of the night with a blowjob wasn’t all bad. But I knew it shouldn’t happen again. I heard the buzzer go off for the driveway alarm as I poured my coffee. I quickly put on some shoes to meet the car as it pulled up. I wasn’t sure if it would be Frank or Dorothy driving, but either way, I’d go out and talk to them. I wanted to discuss my upcoming trip in case it got extended. If it did, Cheryl, and by extension Helen, since she spent half her time at our address, would need supervision when they got back from cheer camp. When the blue Impala pulled up, I could see that, along with Cheryl and Helen, Dorothy was driving. I quickly went around to the driver’s door to make sure Dorothy didn’t try to get out. It had been a number of days since she had come over, and she had serviced me. She realized I wasn’t going to get out of the way of the door, so she rolled down her window. With the understanding that she was there for a short visit, Dorothy looked disappointed. Before starting the conversation with Dorothy, I hollered over the roof of the car at the girls going up the stairs to the porch. “You two go in. You know what’s coming. I’ll be there shortly.”
I turned to Dorothy and said, “Sorry about that.”
Before I could say anything else, she said, “It’s fine. I kind of got the feeling that the girls were in trouble again. Those two are pretty much hellions when they’re together and over here. Plus, the two were whispering all night. Something about it was going to be a real pain. Saying it was worth it. So what is it this time?”
I looked at her and said, “It’s okay. I’ve got it under control and will deal with it. But feel free to come over later today, and we can discuss it.” From the instant grin on her face, it was clear Dorothy was thinking that she was going to get laid. To dispel such thoughts, I said, “I need to make sure we have everything covered for when the girls are back from camp. In case I don’t get back from my trip on time, I’m going to need somebody to make sure they’re safe and behaving. Or at least not doing something that will get them arrested.” I knew it would have to be a murder for that to happen, as the sheriff and I had an understanding. “I don’t expect my business trip to take more than two weeks, but just in case.”
Looking out the open car door window, Dorothy said, “I understand, and we can discuss that then.” Her eyes went down to look at my crotch. She continued, “And whatever else might come up, I’m sure I can handle.”
I told her, “I believe you could. But I’m thinking that nothing much will, especially with the girls here.”
She again looked slightly disappointed with my observation. “OK, I guess I will see you later this afternoon. Right now, I’ve got two girls that need a bit of direction.”
Dorothy immediately, with a bit of longing in her voice, said, “I’ll take whatever direction you might want to give me.”
“We can discuss that too, if you want this afternoon,” I said, thinking Helen had likely resembled a younger version of Dorothy while getting her birthday present from Cheryl; had Dorothy ever been tied down as a youngster. “But before then, what is this I hear about you being a coffee Nazi? Frank didn’t say it in confidence or that I couldn’t mention it, but he joked that he was amazed you haven’t gotten rid of the coffee cups.”
“If they smelled like coffee, they would have gone too,” she explained. “I wish it wasn’t so. But it upsets my stomach like nobody’s business. It reminds me a lot of when I was pregnant with Jane and Helen.”
Have you done one of those new home tests?” I asked
Dorothy said, “No, I haven’t. I just figured I am ... I am. If I’m not ... I’m not. The test doesn’t change anything. It just wastes ten dollars and two hours. And there is not a whole lot I can do about it now except screw your brains out. And if I’m not, I’m going to have to get back on the pill so I can screw your brains out more often and not worry about the condoms. It makes for more spontaneous sex, like maybe on the hood or backseat of the car. The backseat is open now if you’re game.”
I reminded her once again, “The girls are here, so that’s not going to happen. Go now and come back later.”
Dorothy looked like she wanted to say something, anything to stay longer. “Is there any way we can get rid of them?” she asked.
“Yes, but we will need some ether, a good, sharp knife, cinder blocks, and a measure of rope,” I joked. Though it would be what was needed if I were to get rid of them.
“Funny, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said. “I guess I will see you later.” She chuckled, “Only so the girls stay alive to endure whatever you have planned for them.” With that, she started the car and drove off.
I went into the house, where the two girls were already sitting on the couch, being fairly good, keeping their hands mostly to themselves. I got the feeling that in the few minutes that I spoke to Dorothy, they had already figured out how they were going to handle not being able to see for the next two days. Or they thought they had. I went to my room, where I had put two blindfolds and two black cloth bags made from blackout material. I had brought both from the shed, unsure at the time which I would use. I had made up my mind on the walk in. They would wear the standard blindfolds. The sack was for more serious offenses. I grabbed the two regular blindfolds and headed back to the two on the couch.
Back in the living room, I stood in front of Cheryl. I handed the first blindfold to her. I then went to Helen and did the same thing. I said, “Okay, girls, you know what to do with those. And you know why you have to do it.”
Both of them nodded, but Helen asked, “Can’t you just do spankings and be done with it?. It’ll be a lot easier on everybody.”
I shook my head and said, “No, it would be easier. But I don’t think you would get any form of punishment from it.” I was letting her know that I knew the spankings were really a form of pleasure for her. I stressed ‘you’ since it was not so much true for Cheryl.
The two girls covered their eyes, reached behind their heads, and tied the folded-over black fabric into a knot at the back side of their heads. Sitting there with their eyes covered prompted me to ask, “Are both of you sure that you have them so you can’t see anything?” They both nodded their acknowledgment that they could not see anything. I tested their truthfulness, acting like I was going to smack them hard up the side of their head to see if either of them flinched. Neither did telling me they truly were completely blinded to what was going on around them. I suggested to them, “Investigate your environment closely. You need to know where the hazards are and what they are. So you two will need to move slowly so you don’t hurt yourself or each other.”
Cheryl then asked, “So we’re free to go lay out and do that all day? That would be a fairly safe activity.”
I said, “That’s fine. You can do that, but be aware that you will not see if you are getting red. Which means you increase the odds of getting yourself burnt.”
Always thinking, Helen said, “Well, maybe you could set an alarm for us. That way, when it goes off, we could turn over and wouldn’t get burned.”
I thought about what she said, and while it sounded reasonable, I said back, “So you want me to do something for you. While you’re being punished for something you did to me.”
Helen didn’t answer for a second but finally said, “Yeah, that doesn’t sound right when you put it that way. Does it?”
“I don’t want you to burn before you have to go to cheer camp. So I will do that for a while, making sure you don’t get overly red.” They both seem thrilled at what I said. They slowly got up from the couch, reaching out and waving a hand around. When their hands collided, they each grabbed hold of the other’s hand. Hand in hand, they slowly work their way across the room and down the hall to Cheryl’s room. There, they had obviously staged their bikinis so that they would be ready to be put on.
They came out of Cheryl’s room in their so-called covering. Cheryl said, “Could you set the timer for fifteen minutes? We’ll be just like a grilled steak and turn over in fifteen minutes.”
I laughed at them and said, “If you grill a steak for fifteen minutes, you’d be chewing on shoe leather. Which is what you two are going to be when you get older if you keep lying out so much.”
Cheryl said, “You know what I mean.”
I said, “Yes, and you know what I mean as well. But I’ll go set the buzzer.”
They both said, “Thank you.” They fumble their way out the front door and onto the front porch. Cheryl had evidently memorized where they had left the folded-up lawn chairs. It was fun watching them try to figure out how to open them up in the middle of the driveway. Without being able to see what they were doing, it took them close to three minutes. I went in and got some sunscreen lotion instead of their normal SPF-negative one suntan oil. I was sure the two would burn if they used their usual oil, not quite aware of everything going on around them. I put the bottle of sunscreen next to them so it would get good and hot, changing the viscosity. Hopefully, it would be harder to realize the difference between their normal suntan oil and the sunscreen.
They seemed to know something was off when they put the lotion on each other. Yet the fun they were having not seeing where their hands were going made them not care. They seemed unable to stop their hands when they hit the tiny patches covering their areola. They kept moving the small fabric out of the way, exposing their hard nubs to lotion-coated hands. The nipples stood out and grew harder with each
swipe of the lotion-covered fingers, which seemed incapable of passing over them without squeezing down on them.
After they had finished playing around, putting on sunscreen, I told Cheryl and Helen, “You know that stuff I was supposed to do yesterday? Well, I guess I get to do it today. So you two stay here; don’t take off your blindfolds. And after the buzzer goes off twice, my suggestion would be to go into the house and find something to do. Something where you don’t need to see what you are doing.” When I thought about it, I had just told the two girls to go in and have sex since they seemed to be able to do that with their eyes closed. I modified it and said, “Plus, you should probably stay at least three feet apart at all times. That way you’re not doing something that will get you in more trouble.”
The two girls said, “Oh no, I think we’ll stay out here and continue to work on our suntans. But if we get too hot, we’ll go in.”
“Well, I’ve warned you already about getting burned. So be careful. Make sure we turn over all the time and no more than an hour total.” They nodded at my comments.
I finished packing up the station wagon and told the two, “I’m headed out. I’ll probably be an hour and a half.” It didn’t take quite as long for me to drive to town to ship out the Pelican cases to South Carolina. But I had a few other items that I wanted to purchase; in the end, it took an hour and a half to 2 hours longer than I had initially said. I would be getting back to the house just in time for a late lunch.
I wonder how the girls fared. And though I trusted that they would have their blindfolds on while I was gone, I was going to follow Ronald Reagan’s theory. Trust but verify. To do so, I parked short of the driveway alarm and walked the last couple of hundred yards to the house. Long before I got there, I could see the two girls had stripped off even their bikinis and were playing with each other’s erogenous zones. Cheryl had her hand in Helen’s box while Helen was rolling Cheryl’s nipple between her fingers as they lay side by side on their own lawn chairs. The swelling and redness of their labia and the remnants of juice that had dried on their chins were a clear indication that they had already had coitus. Now they were engaging in the afterglow play. During their play with each other’s erogenous flesh, their eyes closed as the sun brightly shone.
Coming up to them quietly, I said, “Good to see you girls. And I do mean all of you girls.” The two of them popped upright, initially at the unexpected voice. Then the embarrassment came. They jumped up and tried to quickly grab their suits and blindfolds to put both on. Their small tits were still jiggling when I said angrily, “Stop where you are!” The girls froze, not having either their blindfold or suit on where they belonged. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growled.
Cheryl quietly leaned close to Helen, “I’ve not heard that tone before.” Then, in a normal volume, she said to me, “You’re really pissed, aren’t you?”
Her calm only elevated my anger. I said, “Very upset, but more so ... very much disappointed that you two can’t follow simple instructions. I don’t even want to see you two right now.” Cheryl thought that meant that it was time to turn around and leave. She froze in place at my furious, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Helen was like a statue, but one about to cry as Cheryl turned back around, saying. “Oh shit.”
The two girls stood in front of me shaking and blushing. Helen had gone from about to cry to starting to cry. All this before I had even started in on their behavior. I continued my rant, “I can’t believe you two would be out here not following your very simple punishment. I specifically said what you should do, and you chose to ignore it. Not only that, but you know how I feel about you being out here sunbathing in the nude. Add to that, you were doing it while I wasn’t here, and you weren’t supposed to be able to see anybody coming. This is beyond stupid and reckless.”
I looked at them as they shook even more violently. Helen still had tears running down her face. I said, “What is your explanation for this, Helen?”
Not looking at me, she answered, “We heard something.”
“And your answer to this was to lie out naked and not go in the house?” I was incredulous. “What did you think you heard?”
Cheryl was the one who came up with the most implausible answer possible; she said, “We thought it might be a bear.”
I just shook my head and said, “You’re going with that again. If it were a bear, why are you still out here?” She had no answer. She just stood there looking at me, dumbfoundedly.
Helen again showed why she was not a chess player and could not see a couple of moves ahead. She said, “Yeah, that was it. We really wouldn’t have taken off the blindfolds had we not heard what we thought was a bear.”
I had come up with one other punishment to go with the first one based on their behavior. I said, “Fine, obviously, hearing things causes you not to follow instructions. So, clearly, you don’t need to hear in order to follow directions. Stand here; I’ll be back. Don’t move a muscle.”
Cheryl looked at me and said, “Can we at least put back on our bikinis?”
Again, I growled at her, “What part of ‘don’t do a muscle’ did you not understand?”
She just bowed her head, defeated, and continued standing still, naked. I left the naked girls standing in the middle of the driveway to go to the shed. In the locked back room, I rummaged through it to find some foam earplugs and got two pairs of shooting earmuffs that were hanging up. I handed one set of foam earplugs and one pair of shooting muffs to each of the naked females and kept walking into the house. I said, “Stay ... Don’t you move,” when they started to follow me.
In the house, I got the two hoods I had earlier rejected. Back out in front of the two young women, who were smart enough not to talk to each other, I began. “You have an issue following directions when you can hear. So you will first roll the earplugs and put them in your ear canals. Then put back on the blindfold. Once that is done, the earmuffs go on. When that is done, you will now also wear the hood, as I don’t want to even look at you. I will put it on you and make sure it can’t fall off. After which, I will tap you on the shoulder, at which point you are free to do whatever you want. But, while you can’t hear or see, if I need you to do something or want you to go somewhere, I will lead you to where I want you to be. And I will make it obvious what you are to do if I need you to do something. And you will do it without question or comment. Is that understood? And lastly, so you know, the hood will be your only covering, and it will stay that way until you go to bed or someone is here to pick up Helen.”
The two nodded and quietly said, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now get to it,” I barked at them.
They were still trembling as they did as instructed. But not before Cheryl asked. “Why do we need the earmuffs if we have in-ear plugs?” Not answering her, I walked up behind her and slapped her on the ass, not as hard as I could, but enough to make it known that questions were not going to be tolerated. After which, not once did they ask about putting on any kind of clothing. I pulled the hoods over their heads and pulled the drawstrings tight, securing them with a lock. Confident they were deaf and blind, I tapped each of them on the shoulder, letting them know they were free to go.
I left them there standing with nothing on but two black hoods covering their heads. I did not give them any more indications that they could go. As I left, I could hear Helen crying harder. But Cheryl had stiffened and seemed to have an air of This won’t break me. She reached out her hand and found Helen. Helen jumped at the touch, not being able to hear or see her approach. Cheryl recognized her girlfriend was racked by sobs. Cheryl hugged the temporarily inconsolable girl, stroking her hand along Helen’s spine from her neck to around her still lightly striped ass.
I went and gathered up their suits from under their chairs and quickly walked up to the house, closed and locked the door, leaving the girls outside for the time being. A few minutes later, I heard the doorknob rattle a couple of times. Cheryl said, “Hey, the door’s locked.” I didn’t respond. If she were following directions, she wouldn’t be able to hear me anyway. And if she wasn’t, I really prefer not to know about it. I was down to severe physical punishment at this point if they refused to follow directions.
While making lunch for myself, eating, and cleaning the house, I watched out the window. Helen had quit crying and was walking around getting a feel for where things were. Cheryl, too, was pacing out steps, figuring out distances between things. When they ran into each other, they usually ended up on their asses on top of each other. And being teens, they took advantage of those times to grope each other’s naked bodies. Despite myself, I found their blind caressing hot. As they seemed oblivious to the fact that, though they couldn’t see, I could see everything they did.
After a while, their bodies glistened with tiny beads of sweat. They turned it into a bit of a game, swiping their hands over tits, stomachs, and mons, wiping off the sweat of their partner. And while most of the time hands swiped down the bodies, it was Helen who first went up Cheryl’s inner thigh and dragged a finger through her slit as her hand continued upward. This, of course, led to them playing grab-ass, titty twister, and clit stroking while trying to prevent the other person from doing it to them.
I thought my dick would explode as Cheryl grabbed Helen from behind and found her clit immediately. She flicked and stroked it so fast that Helen was helpless to get away. The earplugs
and muffs made it so Cheryl couldn’t hear Helen’s pleas for her to stop. Or the bellows that if Cheryl didn’t stop, she would orgasm. Not hearing any of this, Cheryl quickly had her girlfriend orgasm standing in the middle of the yard. Helen cried out loudly, “Oh, fuck yes,” as her legs gave out and she was a puddle of flesh at Cheryl’s feet.
Not feeling sorry for the two but also not wanting them to have heat exhaustion, I took out two large glasses of Gatorade and put them on the two side tables next to the chairs on either side of the front door. Cheryl jumped when I took hold of her shoulder, saying, “Shit, you scared me.” Again, I said nothing, as it would be a waste of breath. I led her up the stairs and to the chair on the right side of the door. Having her sit, I took her hood mostly off, leaving it half on her head but letting her get to her mouth. I still said nothing but put her hand on the cold glass. From there, she knew what to do.
I did the same with Helen after helping her up. She seemed overly happy about having the hood half off her head. They enjoyed the ice-cold drinks, and I got them each a second glass.
Finished with her second glass, Helen said, “Thank you.” The pat on her shoulder was to let her know I heard her and appreciated her comment. Then she requested something I wasn’t expecting. “After you put the hood back down, could you lead me to where Cheryl is and not let her know I am coming?”
I tried to get across to the temporarily deaf and blind kid that Cheryl was in the other chair. She got it. Helen then put up no resistance and also seemed to understand when I spread her legs out wide, exposing her bald coin slot. She said, “Cheryl is sitting like this.” Again, I patted her shoulder, letting her know she was right. “OK, will you take me and get me between her legs without alerting her?”
I again patted her shoulder. I left her hood loose before she stood and let me guide her. She put two ice cubes in her mouth and one in her hand. I carefully led her between Cheryl’s legs. It was for a different reason than her usual reasons to be between her girlfriend’s legs. When I patted her shoulder for the last time, she guessed correctly that I had her centered between Cheryl’s thighs.
She seemed to know right where she was in relation to Cheryl. Helen’s hand, without the ice cube, reached out and touched Cheryl’s thigh. The contact made Cheryl jump just a hair beyond a twitch. The simple touch gave Helen an immediate confirmation of where she was in relation to Cheryl. Knowing where she was, Helen reached out the hand that contained the ice cubes and placed it within a millimeter of the center of Cheryl’s puffy, soft, marshmallowy cones, making Cheryl jump. Both of her cones hardened instantly as she tried to fight off the hand that was holding the ice cube onto her sensitive flesh. Not being able to see Helen, she jumped into Cheryl’s lap, keeping her physical advantage by pressing Cheryl down into the chair.
On Cheryl’s lap, she quickly spits one of the cubes in her mouth into her other hand when not fighting off Cheryl attempting to remove the ice cube melting on her nipple. The second ice cube she attached to Cheryl with just as much accuracy as the ice cube she had applied to Cheryl’s nipple. She put the new cube of frozen water between Cheryl’s folds directly on her clit. Cheryl fought harder as her clit was exposed to the frigid cube. Helen, having the upper hand, slid the ice cube down the inside of Cheryl’s slit before getting to her tunnel’s opening. There she pushed the item as deep as her fingers would go into the hole.