Chapter 2

Not a bad day for a fourteen-year-old boy. Of course, that depends on what it takes to turn you on. I'm sure that most people would not be too excited about getting a severe spanking. It never occurred to me that it would turn me on. The fact that it was my fifteen-year-old sister, Trish, and her pretty friend, Katie, that were doing the paddling might have had something to do with my arousal. Or the fact that I was naked. Or the fact that I'm a perv and on the road to hell. Hey, I don't mind being a perv. Truth is, I like it. The afternoon that I got paddled and became Trish's and Katie's slave was a defining moment in my life. I was never the same and never happier.

After Trish sucked my dick and left I collapsed in the deck chair, ignoring the pain that it caused my abused bottom. I thought about the things that had happened that afternoon and, believe it or not, got excited all over again. They left me with the promise that this was only the beginning. I was truly the slave of Trish and Katie. When just the three of us were together I would do anything they wanted me to do. No matter how painful or humiliating or disgusting it might be. I couldn't wait for the next session.

I thought about my girlfriend, Tracy, who I was in love with. Or, at least, I was in love with her until Trish and Katie took over my life. Now I wasn't so sure. Very confusing. The furthest Tracy and I had gone was serious kissing plus not so serious petting. I had felt her breasts a number of times and one time when we were making out she had a halter-top on and I got my hand under it. Phenomenal! At least at the time it was phenomenal. Now that I'd eaten two girls and had a blow job... Well, my perspective had changed. Tracy never protested against any of my advances. I was just too scared to continue. Afraid of rejection and all of that stuff that every teenager knows about.

I was thinking about Tracy and Trish and Katie when Katie reappeared, dressed in shorts and a short top and looking as sexy as ever. Up until the day I became her slave she never looked sexy. She looked like my pain-in-the-ass sister. Now she looked sexy. Long tanned legs, a trim hard stomach, a nice pair of firm medium sized tits and a cute face with a pretty smile. She flashed me the smile as she said, "Better get your rosy red ass covered, bro. Mom's going to be home soon and we wouldn't want her to find out what a pervert you are, would we?"

"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said, rising from my chair. I wasn't sure if I had to say "Mistress" since Katie wasn't present but I did, just because I wanted to. I winced as my bruised ass separated from the chair webbing.

"Come here, baby brother," she said as she held her hand out. I took her hand and she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She took a bottle of lotion from her dresser and sat on her bed, patting her lap. I was hoping she was going to apply the lotion and not the flat of her hand. My bottom could not survive any more pain. I lay across her lap and she adjusted me so that my resurrected prick was gripped between her thighs. One of my legs was on the bed and the other on the floor, thereby spreading my cheeks. My torso was draped down next to her leg and my face was next to her ankle. With one hand flat on the floor to steady myself, I cradled her ankle with my other and pressed my lips to it. Trish squirted the lotion directly on to my bottom and began rubbing it in. Her hands were cool and gentle. She caressed my cheeks and thighs and it felt like heaven. It occurred to me that if I hadn't suffered the excruciating pain I wouldn't be able to experience this blessed relief. She squeezed a bead of lotion down the length of my crack and with her fingers she followed the bead from the top of my crack to my anus.

"Don't worry, baby brother," she said, "I trimmed my finger nails."

Her slippery finger wiggled against my hole and forced its way in. The finger slid in and out a couple times and then probed deeply. I could feel her second knuckles hard against my bum cheeks as her finger probed and circled as deep in my bowls as she could force it. I pressed my lips hard against her ankle and kissed and licked as I tried to slide my prick between her thighs. My brain told me that I was out of juice but my prick said what's the harm in trying.

Trish slipped her finger out and gave each cheek a gentle smack and said, "Go get dressed, perv, before mom gets here."

I slid to the floor with a thump and we both giggled. "Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said. I struggled to my knees and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the lips, poking my tongue in her mouth. She returned in kind. Finally, completely drained, I left for my room where I dressed and cleaned up the lamp that was broken a hundred years before.

Mom and dad came home and we had dinner and we talked like it was an ordinary day. I told them I didn't feel well that morning and skipped work and dad said I played hooky and I said, "Yeah," and I got the responsibility lecture and Trish said I should be spanked and dad said you're never too old and mom said that she was the only adult in the family and we all laughed. Trish and I probably laughed harder than we should have. After dinner Trish and I hung around the house and watched TV and mom said aren't you going out and we said, "Nah," and mom said well it's nice to see you two doing something together for a change and we said "Yeah" and we all laughed. Trish and I probably laughed harder than we should have.

All the time we were having these scintillating conversations all I could think of was paddling and naked Trish and oral sex and naked Katie and masturbating and blow jobs and naked me and Trish's finger up my ass. I was hard more than I wasn't. And my ass still hurt.

The next day at work my mind revolved around the same topics and I made so many mistakes that I almost got fired. I was still hard more than I wasn't but at least my ass didn't hurt as much. I got off work after the lunch rush and the rest of my day was relax at home, or maybe not, and a date that evening with Tracy. As I pedaled my bike home, my heart was racing with anticipation and trepidation. It was a neat feeling and I was excited. The possibility existed, of course, that Trish and Katie wouldn't even be there. God how I hoped they would be. They were.

They were sunning on two chaise lounges by our pool and they were naked and they were absolutely gorgeous. I was owned by the two most beautiful females in the world. I had the feeling that they were talking about me and waiting for me.

"Well, if it isn't the dipshit pervert," said Katie. "Get naked and get over here."

While I stripped my clothes off she and Trish rose to a sitting position with their legs over the sides of their chaises and their feet on the deck. Trish's knees were together and her legs were angled off to one side so all I could see was her furry black bush. That sight plus her firm breasts and hard nipples and her pretty face (the face that I knew so well but was discovering all over again) were creating emotions that were more than any fourteen-year-old brain should have to deal with. Katie's feet were flat on the deck and she had her elbows on her spread knees. I could see her golden haired pussy, the same pussy that I had so thoroughly made love to the previous day. Made love to with my mouth and lips and tongue. The pussy that engulfed me with warmth and odor and dampness.

Trish interrupted my reverie. "Stop gawking like an idiot and get your miserable ass over here," she ordered with a cynical smile on her face.

"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said and did as I was told. I stood next to her and the last time my prick was that close to her mouth I got the first blow job of my short life. I couldn't believe that I'd be so lucky as to receive my second. I was right. I wasn't that lucky.

"Turn around, dickhead, and let's see you ass," she said.

Katie joined her and I noticed that as they sat next to each other on the chaise their thighs were touching. The two of them inspected my black and blue butt with lots of touching and poking. They had me turn around so they could check out my prick and balls. They touched and squeezed and kneaded. I was hard and getting close. There are certain things that a fourteen-year-old boy can't control while his genitals are being manipulated by two pretty, naked, fifteen-year-old girls. Katie didn't understand that.

"If you cum on me, asswipe, I'm cutting this thing off with a rusty knife," she said.

"Please, Mistress Katherine," I pleaded, "I'm not sure I can control myself."

"Let's tie this sucker up." Katie said. "Go get some cord, asswipe. Bring a knife, too, in case I have to castrate you."

I found a ball of cord in the laundry room and got a paring knife from the kitchen. They fiddled around with the cord and my balls and prick. I ended up with the cord tied around my sack and between my balls. They tied fairly tightly and when they were finished it looked like two blue golf balls poking out of a nest of white cord. Then they tied another length of cord around the base of my prick and wrapped the length of it up like a mummy so that just the head stuck out, also blue. At some point during these ministrations a drop of cum or pre-cum or something squeezed out. I couldn't really cum, I guess because my balls were tied off. Trish wiped the cum off with her finger and stuck it in my mouth.

My tied up genitals weren't terribly painful but I certainly knew they were tied up. It was a kind of feeling that I sometimes liked and sometimes didn't. After they were through with tying my prick and balls up I was instructed to get two clothes pins that were clipped to my nipples. That hurt. More and more.

Both girls returned to their chaises laying on the fronts. Trish gave me the suntan oil and told me to get to work and pay particular attention to the areas that weren't tanned. That meant, of course, those two luscious round globes of white skin and I went straight to work thinking about the untanned areas if she should turn over and also wondering if my balls were in danger of bursting.

With my nipples hurting and my balls aching I began applying the suntan lotion and, as instructed, I paid particular attention to her bottom. After thoroughly rubbing the oil in I went for the crack and then the hole. As my finger probed she pushed back and I got the feeling that she was enjoying my efforts. Emboldened, I pushed further until the length of my finger was buried in Trish's asshole. As I wiggled and rotated my finger she wiggled and rotated her bottom. I looked over at Katie who was watching us intently. She caught my eye and smiled and winked. I smiled in return. She gave me that come hither look and patted her bare bottom. Leaning forward I whispered in Trish's ear, "Mistress Katherine wants me to do her, Mistress Patricia."

"Go ahead," she replied. "But first clean your finger. With your mouth."

I slipped my finger from her asshole and she asked to see it. It had shit on the tip and under the nail. She nodded and I put it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted of Coppertone and shit. I liked the shit better than the Coppertone. I took the lotion and knelt beside Katie but before I could apply it she said, "Kiss my ass, first." I lowered my face to her sun-warmed bottom and planted one on each cheek. My balls were turning an alarming shade of purple.