Chapter 8: Bratty Sister’s Nasty Punishment

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

“It’s time, Natalie,” I said.

She looked up from her first paycheck she’d received from Coach Schmidt’s new strip club, Flexible. A look of glee was already shining on my redheaded lover’s face. Her green eyes smoldered with delight. Her breasts quivered.

“Look at how much money Alicia made whoring herself at the club, Sir,” Natalie said, turning the check around to face me. It had an expense report attached detailing which girl made how much money. “She found something she’s good at.”

“Yes, she did,” I said. “But we have one more bully to deal with, don’t we? The brat.”

“My little sister!” Fury crossed Natalie’s face. She had never talked much about her little sister, always holding back. The others she had complained bout in great detail. But not Michaela. She had never said a word about her before. “She needs to pay. That lying brat ruined everything. She almost got my dad sent to jail.”

“How?” I asked, startled.

“She claimed he molested her. All because he wouldn’t give her a pony for her birthday. Mom threw him out. He just managed to stay out of prison. My sister didn’t want him to suffer that much. But it destroyed my parents’ marriage. He’s a sad, broken man now.”

“Jesus,” I said. “And you’re sure...”

“She told me.” Such pain shone in Natalie’s green eyes. “She reveled in it. She was the baby of the family. Had Mom wrapped up around her finger. She just had to cry and lie, and someone was in trouble. She got my birthday canceled one year by claiming I had slapped her. Another time, she had wanted a new dress so she ripped her old one and said I did it. I had to pay for it.”

“Well, it’s time for her to pay, isn’t it?” I asked, extending my hand to her. “We’ll straighten her out. Oh, yes, we will.”

A shiver of ecstatic lust shuddered through Natalie as she took my hand. I helped her stand, her large tits quivering. They were such a sight to see. Big and fake, the very best that money could buy. Perfect tits.

I loved them. Loved her. It was time to make this brat pay.

Natalie

The next day, the Man and I were pulling up at my childhood home. We had arrived late last night. Too late to have any real fun. So we had enjoyed our stay at the hotel. One bitch woman checking in had been a real cunt. She had spent the night cleaning our bathroom with her tongue. When one of us needed to pee, why, she was more than happy to drink it all up.

The Man just knew how to treat bitches. He was the perfect guy. It wasn’t just his mind-controlling powers, it was his sense of justice. Rude people had to learn that their behavior affected others. They had to stop being selfish.

That was what I loved most. And it was my sister’s turn.

The Man always had something planned with his mind-controlling powers. I was all a quiver as we climbed out of the limo. A polite, young man nodded to us. If he kept this up, I was certain the Man would reward him.

“Just wait for us,” he said. “Feel free to relax. Just don’t leave until I tell you to.”

“You got it,” he said, smiling at us.

“Shall we?” he asked, extending his arm. He wore a blue, silk shirt that I had bought him. He wore the top few buttons undone, looking so sexy. Suave and gorgeous, like James Bond. I had on a green sheath dress that clung to my body, my pussy on fire.

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, so glad to be his woman.

It was surreal coming home. I’d fled from here and all my bullies the moment I turned eighteen. I headed to the big city to find more fortunes. Instead, I ended up working at Amazons, an all-women’s gym. It was there that I met the Man.

The day my life changed.

He opened the white picket fence. Without Dad around to maintain things, it was looking sad. The paint peeling, going gray in spots. The yard looked like it hadn’t been mowed in a month. Mom’s car was missing, but I knew my sister would be home. She had turned eighteen recently, but she wouldn’t leave home.

Mom was all but her slave.

We stepped up to the porch, the second step half-crumbled away. Dad was about to fix it when ... I drew in a breath against the pain.

“You okay?” the Man asked.

“Fine,” I said, emotion rippling through me. “You know, coming home.”

He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. The twisted it. But it was locked.

“Hold on,” I said, spotting the potted plant. A flowering fuschia grew in it. I lifted it up and there was the key. I snagged it up, the metal cool on my fingers. I thrust it into the lock and twisted it. I smiled at the click.

I returned the key to the hiding spot as the Man opened the door. We swept inside to the TV playing. I could see the living room from here, the back of the couch. A girl sat on it, her hair the same shade of red as mine. She turned away and frowned at us.

“Natalie?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “What the fuck are you doing here? You ran away.”

“Moved out,” I said, glaring at Michaela. She stood up from the couch, a slim girl in a pair of flannel shorts and a lilac tank top, rumpled like she’d slept in it. A bowl of cereal sat on the coffee table.

With no coaster, of course.

“I’m just here for a visit,” I said, giving her a fake smile.

My sister glanced at the Man, and she shivered. Her nipples poked hard at the fabric. Then her face scrunched up. She flew at him and hugged him. The waterworks burst from her in an instant as she buried her face in his chest.

“P-please d-don’t let her whip me with a c-coat hanger again,” she sobbed. “T-that’s why M-mom kicked her out.”

“A coat hanger?” the Man asked, arching an eyebrow. “Wow. That’s fucked up.”

“Y-yes,” she sobbed, squeezing tight. “P-please, don’t leave me alone with her. She’s so mean.” I rolled my eyes.

“Mean is not the word that I would use to describe your sister,” the Man said. “But I won’t leave you alone with her. I’ll be here the entire time.”

She sniffled and stared up at him. She put on this puppy dog look of absolute cuteness. We had similar features, the same fine cheekbones and vivid, green eyes. “Really? You’ll protect me?” “I will,” he said. “But you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Every time someone asks you a question, you respond with yes.” He smiled. “And you’ll believe it or do whatever it is that you agreed to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, her brow furrowing and then she blinked as if she did understand.

He pushed her away from him with gentle pressure, his smile growing. Then he glanced at me. “Natalie, show her your new boobs.”

“Of course, Sir,” I moaned and pulled down on my stretchy dress. My large, G-cup titties spilled out. They were so firm with the silicone in them. They swayed together, my nipples so hard. I cupped them, squeezed them.

“What is your opinion on your sister’s new tits,” the Man said, speaking with care not to ask her a yes or no question.

“I hate them,” said my sister. “Fake tits are the worst. Natural boobs are where it’s at. And they’re so big. Gah, why do guys like that? What’s wrong with small, little A-cups? Aren’t mine cute.” She glanced at me. “Don’t you think my little boobs are cute?”

“No,” the Man said. “I like them big.” His grin grew. “Do you love your sister’s boobs?”

“Yes,” my sister said and then she shuddered. She stared at my tits with this softening emotion on her face as the power twisted her perception.

“Do her tits make you wet?” he asked, his voice soft.

My little sister gasped. She squeezed her thighs together as she moaned, “Yes!”

“Do you want to suck on your sister’s big tits?”

“Yes, I do!” Michaela moaned and then threw herself at me.

Before I could stop her, she had her hands wrapped around both my tits. Her head ducked down. My sister latched onto my right nipple. She sucked on it with hunger. I groaned, my pussy clenching tight. The heat rippled through my body. I gasped, shocked by how good this felt. The heat swept through my flesh.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned. “She’s ... This is ... Oh, wow, Sir!”

The Man winked at me.

My pussy savored the feel of my little sister’s sucking mouth on my nipple. She nursed on it with hunger. Her tongue danced around it. Her hands fondled my big, fake tits. My cunt clenched. Juices trickled out and ran down my thighs.

The Man watched with hunger in his eyes. He had a big grin on his lips, his arms folded before him as he watched her sucking on my nipple. My sister’s cheeks hollowed. Her green eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. She loved it.

She enjoyed doing it.

“Don’t you want to suck my other nipple?” I asked, my heart pounding.

She ripped her mouth off my nipple to moan “Yes!”

Then she engulfed my left nipple. She sucked the pink nub into her mouth. She sealed around it and suckled with passion. Her fingers dug into my tits, massaging my silicone-filled boobs. My red hair danced around my shoulders.

It was better than I could have imagined. I shuddered, thinking of all the wicked and wild things that we would do to her. How we just had to ask her the right question, and she would do anything. She was our whore now.

Our little toy to play with. She would learn to never tell lies because even if she told one, she would believe it. Like how she now loved my boobs. Her tongue danced around my nipple. She made my toes curl.

“Do you like the taste of pussy?” I asked her.

She ripped her mouth off my nipple. “Yes. I do. I’ve never tasted pussy, but I do. I’ve only ever had girls go down on me.”

“Good news,” I said. “Would you eat your sister’s pussy and make her cum with your slutty mouth?”

“Yes, I would,” she moaned, her eyes widening. “Oh, my god, I have to eat your pussy, Natalie. I have to lick you. Let me lick your pussy. Please, please, I just know it’ll be yummy.”

“Is hers the yummiest pussy in the world?” the Man asked.

“Yes, it is!” my sister gasped and fell to her knees before me. She shoved up my skirt, her tongue flicking across her lips.

“Do you hate me?” I asked.

“Yes!” she moaned, glaring at me. “But your pussy is so yummy. Let me eat your pussy!”

“Eat it,” I hissed. “Eat that pussy. Mmm, you hate me, but you’re such a bitch that you have to eat my yummy cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned. Her hands shoved my skirt over my waist, exposing my shaved pussy.

With a hungry growl, my little sister buried her face into my cunt. Her lips kissed and nuzzled into my pussy. She licked at my slit. She fluttered her tongue up and down my cunt. I groaned at the heat that swept through my body. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling from the delight she churned up in me.

I gasped at the incestuous delight that swept through my body. Her tongue caressed over my pussy lips with such hunger. My sister feasted on my cunt like it was the best-tasting thing in the world. It was to her.

“Do you love my cunt?” I moaned.

“I do!” she moaned and thrust her tongue deep into my twat.

The Man smiled and slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. I loved his strong eyes on me, on my big boobs as they jiggled. He raked his gaze up and down my body as my sister swirled her tongue around in my pussy. She licked at me. Pleasured me.

My orgasm was building so fast from her wicked tongue. She put her all into it. I loved it. I loved every second of the little slut feasting on my pussy. I groaned as her lips rubbed on my labia as she fucked her tongue in and out of my cunt.

“You’re just a slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned and then fluttered her tongue up and down my cock.

“Are you a lying bitch who deserves to be punished?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. She sucked on my clit for a moment. “I am a lying bitch. I deserve to be punished.”

I groaned as she nursed on my clit. My big boobs heaved. The Man took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. I licked my lips, staring at his brawny torso as my sister suckled on my bud. My pussy drank in the heat of her passion.

I would have such a huge orgasm from her. It would be incredible. I groaned, my body swaying from side to side. The pleasure swept through my body. It was incredible. I groaned, loving every moment of it.

“Do you want to finger my cunt, whore?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “But I’m not a whore. Don’t call me that, Natalie.”

“Can’t I call you any disgusting thing I want?”

“Yes, you can,” she moaned. “Oh, god, I am a whore.”

She sucked on my clit and thrust two fingers into my pussy. I gasped as her digits reamed my cunt. Her tongue swirled around my bud. She stroked my little nub. It was incredible. I groaned, my toes curling. I would have such a huge orgasm.

My little sister’s fingers reached so deep in me. My pussy clenched around those digits, drinking in the stimulation. I stared down past my heaving breasts. Her green eyes peered back up at me as she sucked on my clit.

“That’s it, you fucking little brat!” I moaned. “You’re a bitch! A nasty, little cunt! A nasty, lying little sister. Mmm, but you’re finally apologizing. You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her fingers thrusting faster in and out of me.

“You want to beg me to cum and squirt my juices all over your disgusting face, don’t you?”

“I do!” She licked my clit. “Natalie, please, please, cum! I want you to cum and squirt your juices all over my disgusting face. I need to drown in your incestuous cream, Natalie. Give it to me!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my orgasm building faster.

She sucked on my clit, her fingers reaming me. The Man was naked and stroking his cock. He loved every moment of it. I groaned, my body trembling. My large tits smacked together. The pleasure flowed through my body.

Her passion swelled my climax. Every time she nursed on my clit, sparks flared inside of me. Her digits churned up my cunt. I groaned, trembling there. I rose towards my orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You fucking little bitch!” I hissed. “Drink it! Drink my cunt cream, whore!”

My pussy exploded.

My twat writhed around her digits. Juices gushed out of my twat. She pressed her mouth against my pussy. She drank down my cunt cream as it flooded out of me. At the same time, the depraved pleasure swept through my body.

So much rapture consumed me. It flowed through me. I groaned, my tits heaving. My big boobs smacked together. They rippled with their silicone perkiness. I bucked and moaned, stars shining before my eyes.

“You are such a nasty, cunt-lapping bitch of a sister!” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes, yes, drink all that cream, you nasty fucking slut!”

She did. Oh, how she did. She licked and lapped at my folds. She drank down all my cream while my mind drank in the heady euphoria flowing out of my snatch. I whimpered, my red hair swaying about my face.

“Do you want to be naked, Michaela?” the Man asked, his hand stroking his cock.

My little sister ripped her face from my pussy to moan, “Yes, I do. I want to be naked. That would be so hot.”

She popped to her feet, her lips and chin smeared in my cunt cream. The sweet scent of my pussy filled the air around her. I groaned, savoring the sight of her pulling off her tank top. She exposed her breasts. They were firm, little A-cups just like I used to have.

I shuddered at the sight of them. Then she shoved down her shorts. She revealed a red bush between her thighs. She worked her flannel bottoms down her lithe thighs. Then she straightened, naked. She stood there for a moment.

Then she squeaked in shock. She covered her tits and pussy. She spun around, blushing.

“Don’t you like showing us your naked body?” the Man asked.

“Yes, I do,” she moaned, pulling her hands from her tits and pussy.

“Did Natalie use to hit you with the coat hanger?”

“Yes, she did,” she said, trembling.

“Did she spank your ass with it when you were a lying brat?”

“Yes, she did,” moaned my sister, glancing at me and rubbing her butt.

“Do you think lying brats deserve to be spanked by their older sisters with a wire coat hanger.”

“Yes. Yes, they do. They deserve it.”

The Man smiled. “Michaela, aren’t you a lying bitch?”

“Yes! I am. I’m a lying bitch and ... and...” Her words trailed off. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, my pussy clenching. “Shouldn’t a lying bitch race up to her room right now, grab a wire hanger, and bring it down for her big sister to whip her ass with?”

“Yes,” whimpered my little sister. Tears already filled her eyes as she whirled around and ran out of the living room. Her pale ass swayed before it vanished out of sight. I heard her racing up the stairs.

I shuddered and turned to the Man. “Oh, Sir, this is so much fun. Thank you.”

He cupped my face. “Enjoy.”

He kissed me. I shuddered against him as the sounds of my sister moved across the ceiling. A door flung open. Then a closet door clattered. I hared the sound of wire hangers scraping on a wooden dowel. Then she was racing back.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as she darted across the second floor. Then she hurtled down the stairs. I broke the kiss with the Man and turned to see a sobbing Michaela racing up to us, coat hanger in hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She trembled, sniffling as she stopped before me.

“H-Here,” she said. “I ... I’ve been ... I’m a lying bitch and you have to spank my ass with this.”

“Yes, I do,” I said and began twisting it apart. “You better bend over so I can whip that ass.”

She gulped and then bent over the arm of the couch like she would have when Daddy spanked us as kids. Before she realized that she could get away with anything if she cried to Mom. Anger surged through me as I straightened out the coat hanger. Then I folded it in half, the two halves almost touching each other.

I moved behind my sister, my cunt on fire. Pussy cream dripped down my thighs. I shuddered, aching for this. I knew we would fuck her hard after this. The Man and I would pound her holes without mercy.

But first...

“You’re a lying slut that ruined dad’s life, aren’t you?” I hissed.

“Yes, I am,” she moaned, her pale butt-cheeks clenching.

I swung the coat hanger. The two wires whistled through the air. The bronze device flashed.

CRACK!

The stinging impact shivered up the wires. She screeched in pain, her head throwing back. Two bright, red lines blazed across both her butt-cheeks.

“You’re a lying slut who ruined her own dress to make me buy you a new one, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I did that!” she moaned, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’m s-sorry, Natalie. You don’t have to do this.”

“But you’re a lying brat. And what happens to lying brats?”

“Th-they get sp-panked by their big sisters.”

“I’m just disciplining you because you’re a filthy, nasty, disgusting cunt!” I hissed.

I swung.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched as I administered the second spanking. Two more welts puckered up across her peachy rump. I swayed, my left hand rubbing at the shaved folds of my pussy, caressing myself.

“Are you just a lying whore who ruins people’s lives out of spite?” I gasped out as I drew back my arm again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she sobbed.

CRACK!

I thrust two digits into my cunt. I fingered my pussy as I drew back my arm and whipped her ass again. And again.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The sound echoed through the living room. Her rump blazed with red stripes. I painted them across the lying whore’s rump while my pussy drank in the friction of my fingers plundering my cunt. It was so hot.

The Man grinned. He stroked his cock idly. He would fuck this slut so hard. We would use her to satiate our passion. She would pleasure us, finally doing something for others. I frigged my pussy faster.