Day 33: Monday

Today, my dear little sister has woken me up. At about five in the morning. During the summer break.

Apparently, she couldn’t sleep any more. Her thighs still hurt a lot from the whipping yesterday, and sleeping with your hands tied behind your back is hardly comfortable even at the best of times.

So she decided to make me share her misery, by waking me up at far-too-early o’clock. Ugh.

Well, now I’m awake, so I go and take a shower. Anna begs off, she wants to avoid hot water on her legs for now. And while I sympathise, she still has to get clean. I make her go into the shower stall, then I take the shower head, turn the temperature all the way down to just above freezing, and blast her with cold water!

Her hands are still tied, so she can’t really protect herself. And I am very thorough, cleanliness is important after all. Clearly, this has nothing to do with taking revenge on my dear, dear step-sister at half past five in the morning! Oh no, it’s all about getting her clean.

When I’m satisfied that she is completely frozen ... I mean, clean, I turn off the water, free her hands, and hand her a towel. She can bloody well dry herself. She is shaking from the cold, but she’ll manage.

Also, she didn’t make me cum today yet, and I’m not in the mood really. That means that according to the rules of her “diet”, she doesn’t get breakfast. But I allow her to watch me as I have mine. I have some eggs, toast, and a banana. Anna is eyeing the banana the whole time, but I’m not sure that she is thinking about its nutritional value.

When I’m done, I inspect my step-sister’s legs. Her thighs are still red, but more purple today than yesterday. And apparently, it hurts to walk. So naturally, I decide that we’re going on a field trip today!

But first, we do our caning game (I don’t want to schlep the long cane with me today, because it doesn’t fit into my backpack). So, 60 strokes on her ass. The accumulated traces from the days before become more pronounced with every day, and now I can clearly see some of yesterday’s lines. Well, I’m adding some new ones today.

I hit her like I did yesterday - hard, with little pause, but not over the top. Getting down on her knees is clearly painful for her, but she does not complain. Nor does she complain when she gets back up afterwards, even though it’s clearly not just her thighs that cause her distress now. Maybe she is slowly beginning to see the wisdom in starting with a low number of strokes on the first day. Maybe.

Now I’m in a somewhat better mood (imagine that!), and I let Anna suck me off so that she can have some breakfast as well. She is going to need her strength!

After I’ve packed some things, we set out. I make my sister carry my backpack, of course. For the first part, we ride on our bikes. Turns out that biking is just as painful as walking if your thighs are one giant bruise! When we have reached the woods we dismount and secure our bikes. I also have Anna strip. Yes, completely. Yes, I know we’re outside in clear view. But even though the sun has been up for a while, it’s still bloody early, so there is nobody around.

Anna is still a bit hesitant, but when I frown at her she relents and undresses. I stuff her clothes into the backpack and we continue on foot in between the trees. There is enough underbrush to allow her to hide if we should happen across somebody. But on the other hand, there is also enough underbrush to make walking in the buff uncomfortable. The ground is flat and soft, so her feet are safe enough. Her upper body, on the other hand, gets scratched pretty roughly by leaves, thorns, and twigs. Of course, I choose our path to maximise her exposure to the evil shrubbery.

It takes us over an hour to reach our destination. We’re smack in the middle of the woods now, and there is a small abandoned cottage here. I found it scanning satellite pictures for just such a thing, and I’m glad that I was right, and that I didn’t mistake some brown pixels for a cottage. It’s even in fairly good condition. In fact, while it looks abandoned, it looks sufficiently well-preserved that I decide to check it out first, before I bring my naked stepsister into some hunter’s cabin or into the party place of a group of junkies.

Luckily, it turns out to be none of these things. It’s just an empty, abandoned shack. The door is ajar (and does not actually close all the way), one of the windows is broken, and there is some trash strewn about. But the roof appears serviceable, and it is otherwise in fairly decent condition. So in we go!

First things first: I have Anna collect all the trash and put it in a bag that I brought just for this purpose. (Actually, I brought several, but we only need the one.) Bending down to pick up the discarded items is no fun for her thighs, but I don’t mind! I’m nice like that.