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Mary's Nude Christmas

Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58

Chapter 17

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Dashing Through the Snow--Nude! Original story by Eddie Davidson, continued by OmegaPet-58. Sisters Joy and Mary Christmas move to rural Minnesota in a blended family. Rotten stepbrother contrives to show them nude outside as nasty strippers for passing truckers. In serious trouble, they receive rough corporal punishment, uncovering Joy's deep urges. How can she tempt Mary and her family into helping her explore and enjoy these growing submissive and exhibitionist feelings?

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Teenagers   Blackmail   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Romantic   Teen Siren   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Humiliation   Spanking   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Big Breasts   Public Sex   ENF   Nudism  

I was so excited about Leo; I skipped ahead in my story. Repeating myself, I’ve said it was the worst and best birthday and Christmas I ever had. I need to explain what happened right after that dinner when we were washing up. Dad and Denny had walked out together, trailed by Leo, he was trying for one more look at me before they left.

Dad watched them drive away, then turned around and walked into the kitchen. Already, I was nervous, seeing his furious face. Joy had a skillet in her hand; he seized it and flung it to the floor as hard as he could with a tremendous bang. The impact startled all of us, like a gunshot in the confined space.

Dad seemed even more angry now.

“Family conference,” he spat. Even Ethan found his chair with a quickness, as Mom liked to say.

“You two stand at the sink facing us and don’t move, don’t talk, just listen.

“Holly and I have been forgiving, forbearing, or whatever word you want to pick. That ends tonight. I am going to explain your new reality, which begins with Holly’s strap. I shivered while Joy seemed confused but also excited. Dad stared at her until she lowered her eyes. He had my complete attention. In my entire life, I’d never seen him raging like this. His intensity frightened me. I now knew what “boiling mad” looked like.

“All of this started on a day when we left you in charge. Day after day, your mother and I would come home to chaos and aggressive sexual misbehavior. No matter how we punished you, we never got the truth. Joy tried to admit to everything, but she wasn’t believable.

“Now, we’re back to square one, and today, Mary, you made everything WORSE.”

Joy tried to speak up, which was a terrible idea. Dad almost spat at her.

“Shut the fuck up, Joy. Don’t interrupt me. Holly, please get your strap for me. I’m serious; but you aren’t going to be using it. Just bring me the damn strap. Go on, now.

“It’s up to you, Mary. I want the truth—the whole truth—or, so help me, I will punish you until I’m satisfied you aren’t lying to me. I never imagined that my firstborn, my daughter, who I used to be so proud of, could drive me so far into this insanity. Thank you, Holly.”

He ‘used to be so proud’?—a dagger to my heart! I thought those words might be more painful than any beating. Holly relinquished the strap, but showed her misgivings. Had he ever shown this raging face to her?

“I’m sure that none of you, except Holly, appreciates the damage you have done. Listen to me! Denny is the brother of one of my colleagues, and he isn’t very careful with his words. He’s stopped drinking, but he’s been jailed for getting into bar fights.

“And Leo is kind of introverted; I mean, he’s shy. But he could cause a storm if anything about our family gets out in that gossipy little high school. I have asked them both to keep strictly silent about your nakedness and misbehavior, but now our family is on a thin edge.

“If anything gets out about this family, I will lose my job for sure. That means no money for the landlord, no health insurance, everything. We could be homeless and destitute, and I’ll never work again in my chosen career as a ranger. At their ages, Nick and Joy could be put into state custody after we failed a review of our living situation.

“You’ve put us all under a terrible risk, Mary, just because you decided to ignore your promises to us and prance naked in front of outsiders. I’m angry; I’m sick and tired of your narcissism and sexual acting out. Holly, I need your chair, please.

“Mary, put your chest and belly on the chair seat; let your legs hang over the edge. You won’t be in my lap for this. I want the facts, from the beginning of all this shit you’ve created. Are you ready? I don’t care! Just stay on that chair and start talking.”

He wound up and hit me with the strap. He didn’t want me to count; he wanted information. I was already weeping but didn’t say anything. How could I explain what happened, what Ethan had done, and the things that I had already confessed to?

After three stiff swats, Dad reminded me.

“You threw away all your underwear and replaced it with a sex toy and lube. Why?”

I remained silent. The pain was awful; he was just getting started. He whacked me again.

“The next day, you broke the washer and dryer and destroyed all your clothes. You paraded naked around the property and tried to show off your asses by the road’s edge. WHY?”

He whacked me again, harder. Unlike Holly, he was staying on my butt cheeks, not trying to hit between my legs.

“You had a huge and heavy anal toy, whiskey, porn, and cigarettes. Where and how did you get these? Where did the money come from? What did you do to get the money? I’m sick to death of your evasions. TELL ME.”

I was losing count by this point. Had he hit me nine times? Eleven? I was sobbing, facing the floor, somewhat aware of my tears dripping off my nose and splashing on the floor. Joy was wailing.

“Daddy, no! It was MY fault. My fault! Not Mary! Don’t hurt her! Please!”

Stunned, Holly was watching wide-eyed, with her hand over her mouth. I was losing him; I’d lost his love and respect. I was reliving those awful days at the beginning all over again.

“MARY. Just TELL me! Do you WANT us to be homeless? Do you hate us that much? Shit, Mary! Just talk! Tell the truth!”

He wound up and hit me so hard that I lost my balance, tumbled off the chair, and landed on my side. My head must have hit the floor, because I was feeling woozy. I saw a pair of shoes in front of me. What? Who?

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