Chapter 15: Home Again

As if for good measure, the egg went off yet again as Dave was helping me out of the car. Fortunately, I was able to into the house before it got to full power. I fell to my knees as the ecstasy drove into my pussy. I literally cried when it stopped. By then, I wanted to cum so bad I couldn't stand it.

"Good girl, you're on your knees already. Just leave your books there by the door and crawl on into the living room." Dave said.

As I struggled to follow his voice through the familiar house, I tried to recover from the last attack of that evil egg. Coming into the living room, I assumed the presentation position as he paced a little.

"Normal position." he said and I rose up and assumed that position. He could tell something was bothering me, and I'm sure he knew what it was, because he said, "The slut may speak."

I said the only thing that was on my mind. "Master, please may I cum! I need it so bad."

He just laughed at me and said, "I just bet you do. I'm glad you liked my present. I'm sure it made the day more interesting being stimulated a little. But you know what? I don't think you should cum right now. Maybe later. But I don't think you deserve it. You've been a bad girl today."

"But Master, I've tried to be good." I said desperately. "I was good to Todd, I've done what you told me, I kept the egg in..."

<SLAP> resounded as his hand struck my face with moderate force, shutting off my tirade. He went and sat on the couch.

"I didn't say that you could fill that mouth of yours with words. However, since your master has been thinking all day about how close you'd be by the time you got home and how much you'd want to cum, I've gotten pretty excited myself. So my little cocksucker, I want you to suck me off real good... and you'd better keep those hands behind your back!"

"But don't you still have your pants on, Master?"

"Of course, so I guess you'll have to use your mouth to undress me."

Immensely frustrated, I crawled on my knees toward his voice, my hands held behind my back. I moved until my nose met the jeans on his leg. Being that close, I found where his hard cock pushed against the fabric of his pants. I used my teeth to work his belt out of the buckle and then pulled it until it released. It must have taken me five minutes to release the snap on his pants, but I finally got it.

The zipper took another few minutes. I used my tongue to push up the zip tab and grabbed it with my teeth. It took a couple of tries as the zip tab kept sliding out of my teeth, but I got it down with a feeling of triumph. He helpfully raised his butt off the couch as I tugged his pants off him a little at a time, holding the cuff with my teeth. A couple more minutes and I'd gotten his shorts off too, though the taste and smell of small amounts of urine assaulted me in the process. It was an effort not to gag.

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. Just as I did, the egg started going off once again. I hadn't seen him take the remote from his pocket before I removed his pants. He'd turned it on low power. It wasn't increasing in intensity yet, but it didn't stop either.

"Do it slow." he said. "Show me your talent."

Moving my face forward until his cock hit my cheek, I moved my lips to it and kissed the tip very gently. I licked the head like a Popsicle and then blew on the skin, then licked further up the shaft, blowing when the skin was wet with my saliva, teasing his cock. Sometimes, I'd take the shaft in my mouth sideways, and play my tongue and moistened lips down the sides of his hot and throbbing meat.

After a few minutes of this, I took the tip into my mouth, playing with his pisshole with my tongue. I heard him groan in pleasure as he placed his hands on either side of my head, trying to push me further onto his cock. But he had told me to take it slow and I was doing my best to do so. Also, I had a feeling of a little vengeance, making him wait like he'd been making me wait all day.

My tongue swirled around his dick as I slowly put more and more of it inside my mouth, pulling off him ever so often and sucking on his flaming hot rod as it withdrew from my mouth. He was still trying to push himself more fully into me, but if he pushed to hard, I'd use a little teeth pressure on him to keep him from moving too fast.

"Geez, you're so beautiful with a cock in your mouth. It makes me hot just watching you."

All of a sudden, the egg, which had been buzzing gently away inside my pussy, went up a couple of notches. It became harder to concentrate on him as my attention became divided. I wanted so bad to touch myself. I would have begged Dave to touch me if my mouth wasn't so full. I wanted some kind of satisfaction for my poor pussy.

When my actions on his cock slowed down to much, he slapped my head, telling me to keep going and I'd try to bring my attention back to the task he'd set me to. I was moaning and groaning along with him as both of our arousals grew. I was getting more and more horny. The egg wouldn't quit. It was driving me crazy, the egg kept buzzing away inside me, keeping me excited, but it wasn't enough to send me over the edge.

Just as he was about to cum, I felt the egg go to full power again. Dave came in my mouth with several powerful blasts of his cock. His cum hit against the back of my throat like hot lava erupting from Vesuvius. It just made me want to cum more. My pussy was screaming for release. Just as I was about to cum, the egg stopped.

My mouth still full of his cum, I opened and let his cock slip out as I screamed my frustration. Cum bubbled from the corners of my lips as I begged him for release.

"Please, Master, please may I cum." I pleaded with him, words almost indiscernible, spoken with cum foam squashing around my tongue.

"Did I hear you say something without being asked?"

"I'm sorry Master, I just really need to cum." I spoke, whining, still swallowing cum and trying to clear my mouth.

"Clean me slut." he ordered.

Sobbing over my frustrated almost-orgasm, Dave's cock went soft and I licked it clean as the itching in my pussy went on despite the quiet egg. I took him back into my mouth, and spent a couple of minutes sucking and licking cum from his limp shaft. He talked to me as I finished my task.

"There's no excuse for breaking the rules slut, and you know it. Let's see now, you woke me up this morning, you took too long in your shower, you failed to properly present yourself, you closed your door this morning (didn't think I knew about that one, did you?), and now, you've spoken out of turn. You keep forgetting to ask to suck me off and you never say thank you. You're not remembering you lessons, slut. You realize you get twenty swats per offense, don't you? I think this is so going to hurt."

I just hung my head and cried, denied release and now looking at a list of rule breakings I hadn't even thought about. I'd known he was going to punish me, but I hadn't counted all those offenses. And what was wrong with closing my door? I knew it was well over one hundred swats now. I didn't know if I could take all that many.

"That's like 140 swats," Dave said, "and only if I don't count the number of times you've not said please and thank you. Now go crawl up to your room, take your clothes off and then crawl back down here. Remember, if you touch yourself without permission, you'll be in BIG trouble."

Feeling utterly worthless, I said, "Yes sir." I turned and began crawling away, my pussy still on fire from the egg while at the same time I was crying and trembling in fear of the punishment to come. I was able to feel my way fairly easily on hands and knees in my own house. Once I'd gotten to my room, I removed my clothes and laid them on the bed.

Once I'd crawled downstairs again, I moved to the living room and lowered myself to the presentation position; hands on the floor in front of me and my forehead resting on the floor behind my hands. As I crouched there, he came over and started feeling up my butt. Feeling him grope me, I held my hands together to keep from moving them to my crotch to get myself off like I wanted to. I tried to imagine them tied and helpless.

As I waited, naked, for whatever was to come next, I tried to pull myself together. That's a hard thing to do, virtually blind, with my pussy aching and an upcoming 140 or so whacks on my butt. I just couldn't imagine that many. I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week! I was able to stop crying, but it seemed I could already feel my rear starting to burn... just in anticipation.

"Need to use the toilet?" he asked, seemingly concerned.

Now that he mentioned it, I realized I did. So I said, "Yes Master, please may I use the toilet?"

"Sure sweetie." he said. He pulled my head up by my hair and attached the leash to my collar. He pulled on the leash, forcing me to follow along behind him, but he wasn't moving me toward the bathroom.

I heard a door open, which I knew had to be the door into our backyard. He pulled me toward the open door. I didn't want to go outside naked and crawling on all fours. I hesitated, pulling back on the leash, but he ignored my silent protest and kept pulling me until I was through the door.

Now I was outside, completely naked. Though I knew our backyard was surrounded by a privacy fence, I was not at all happy with being naked outside the house on hands and knees. I started whimpering a little, wondering what was going on.

Soon, the patio concrete disappeared from below me and I felt the grass. He pulled me until we were a considerable distance from the house and finally stopped.

"Okay slut. Here we are. Go ahead and do your business."

I finally got it. He wanted me to relieve myself OUTSIDE, in the grass of our backyard. I started to protest and felt a sharp jerk on the lease, the collar choking back any sound I was about to make.

I just stayed there for a minute or so. I couldn't possibly do this. Dave came behind me and kicked my knees apart until they was almost eighteen inches between my knees.

"Do it now, or not at all. Of course, if you piss yourself later, there'll be hell to pay."

I had no choice. I needed to pee. I knew I couldn't just hold it in forever. I concentrated on relaxing my bladder, while still holding the vibrator inside my naked and open pussy. At this point, it was good I couldn't really see Dave — or anyone else. I squatted down as far as I could, my crotch barely touching the grass. It took me another couple of minutes, but finally I let it go and my bladder squirted urine onto the grass. Now I really felt like a dog.

When I was finished, Dave moved me forward about a few feet, then told me to put my pussy on the ground and clean myself off by rubbing my "cunt" on the grass. With tears flowing in renewed humiliation, I did as commanded.

"Good slut." he said, petting my head. He pulled me back into the house, let the leash fall to the floor and told me to crawl up to my room and wait for him.

I did, crying all the way up. When I got there, I turned and faced the door, assuming the presentation position, awaiting his arrival.

"That's not a bad position to start in." he said, "Now let's go ahead and get things warmed up with your first 20."

I wanted to be good like he'd told me so I remembered to be polite and said, "Please Master, please punish me for being bad."

"That's better, my little slut. It won't stop what you've got coming, but at least you've stopped being a bad slut — for the time being. Now try not to disturb the neighbors so I don't have to gag you."

He immediately started raining down swats on my butt. I think he was hitting me as hard as he could. Each blow felt like he was hitting me with a two by four. After five, I was crying again. Now he paused a few seconds after each one, letting my butt recover just a little, and varied his pauses so I never knew quite when he'd hit me. After ten, I started to whimper and gasp each time his palm met my butt.

One advantage, I couldn't feel my itching pussy anymore, there was too much pain in my butt to feel much of anything else. My hands were clutching the carpet of my floor, trying to hold onto something. My mouth was glued to the carpet, so my screams would be silent. I don't think I'd ever felt such pain before, well, I guess the belt was worse, but he didn't hit me as many times. With each blow, I felt like he was trying to push me across the floor.

After fifteen, the egg started again, at about a medium level, letting me feel it, but nowhere near enough to for an orgasm. Even though each blow hurt like hell, the pleasure my pussy was feeling again helped take my mind off the pain. Finally, he stopped.

"That's your first twenty." he said. When he'd finished, he stayed beside me, rubbing his hand over my sore butt.

It was hard to talk at all, but I knew I had to. "Thank you Master for punishing me."

"You're welcome, slut. I think we'll settle on a total of 150, seeing as how until recently you kept forgetting your manners."

"P... P... Please M... Master, I... I can't take 150! Please! I... I'll do anything you w... want, just please don't hit me so much!"

"Sounds like you're telling me, NO, slut."

"Oh Master, I'm not telling you no, I'm just asking... I'm begging you... Please don't hit me anymore."

"Stop squirming around so much. Stay still. Or do you have a problem?" he asked.

If I could go any redder, I'm sure I did. "I'm sorry Master. My... my p... pussy itches so bad. I neeeeed to cum!"

"I told you before, only goodie goodie little girls have pussies. You have a cunt!" he said sternly.

"Please Master, my cunt itches. Please let me cum. I'll do anything you say. Just don't hit me anymore and let me cum!"

"Okay, hmmmm... I'm don't think you've earned the right to do that yet. But what will you do if I limit your swats to... say... 50?"

"Anything Master, please."

"Anything?" he asked. "Maybe it's time to take our relationship farther. Maybe you want me to put my cock someplace besides your mouth?"

It took a moment for me to realize what he was saying. I gasped as it dawned on me.

"WHAT!??" I said, thinking, he wants to fuck me? I was a virgin! I was saving myself. Fresh tears leaped into my eyes at the thought. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'd known things were headed that way, but had refused to ever consciously consider it.

"N... No... No." I stammered, straightening my body up so I was erect on my knees. "You wouldn't. I couldn't."

"Oh well." he said, pushing my head back to the floor. "Let's get on with it then." And with one hand, he held my head to the floor and with the other, resumed his merciless spanking of my butt.

Crying and sobbing, I shuddered at the thought of him putting his thing in my virgin pussy. I hadn't even considered having sex with anyone, much less my own brother when I was but fourteen years old!

As I thought of the implications of allowing him to do it to me, screaming each time he hit me, the egg stepped up another notch. In my own mind, my pussy was screaming as loudly as those coming from my throat. My pussy had been denied for almost twenty-four hours and was demanding attention, but I didn't think I could let him do it.

After another ten painful swats, he paused again and rubbed my butt. His had caressed my globes and would occasionally dip between my legs and rub my mound, slipping across my soaking and throbbing pussy.

"You heard me slut. Or are you saying your mouth isn't too good to take my cock, but your cunt is? You still wanna play high and mighty. YOU! A cocksucking slut. Now who owns you slut?"

I was feeling like a total shit. How low did he want me to go? "You do, Master."

"That's right. Who owns your mouth, slut?"

"You do, Master."

"And who owns your tits?"

"You do, Master."

"And who owns this ass?" he asked while squeezing my left butt cheek.

"You do, Master."

"That's right, slut." And with that he resumed the spanking for another ten swats, bringing me to a total of forty. My butt hurt like never before. I knew I'd not be able to sit for a week. I just knew it would kill me if he kept it up anymore.

"Now... try not to strain your cocksucking brain, but who do you think owns your cunt?"

"You do, Master." I said, sobbing freely now. My pussy, er... cunt, was something I didn't want him to own and it scared me to even think about it.

"Very good, slut. Now I can take your cunt anytime I want to... it's mine to fuck, to tease, to suck, or whatever I like." As he said this, his finger dipped into my hole, playing with the egg snuggled just inside me, beating away and keeping just shy of cumming. Between the pain in my backside and the throbbing in my cunt, I couldn't think. I was just feeling animal passions. My humanity seemed to have deserted me. It almost didn't matter what he did, so long as he stopped hitting me and let me cum.

"You cum when I say you cum. You piss when I tell you to piss. You eat what and when I tell you to eat. And you will fuck when and whom I tell you to. Got that slut?"

"Yes, Master." I sobbed, wondering what he meant by "... who I tell you to fuck." I didn't like this conversation at all.

"Now, your master is a nice guy and inclined to forgive this little show of resistance — to a point. But now, rather than a total of fifty, you have an additional forty coming to you. If you want more, fine. If not, then you'd better start begging. I might even let you cum."

I just don't think I could take 150 swats. The forty he'd given me already were still a fire on my rear. Besides, it sounded like he was going to fuck me sooner or later anyway. I may as well get some benefit from it, especially if he was going to let me cum. That was all I'd thought about since he'd first put the egg in me.

"Okay Master," I said sobbing in defeat, fear and humiliation, "You... you... can f... fuck me."

"I'm afraid your enthusiasm is a little lacking, but okay, maybe I will," he said with his hand rubbing my sore butt, "but only after your punishment is complete."

He kneeled beside me and lifted me up off my hands and put his arms around me. "I love you so much Steph. I want you to be the best you can be. You have to learn to be true to yourself and obedient to others. I'm trying hard to teach you. I'm not letting you cum right now because you have to learn to put your own needs behind the needs of others.

"Now, I think Mike would like to witness this. You need to learn a little humility and he showed a lot of interest in it yesterday. I heard Mike come in a few minutes ago so go crawl yourself to his bedroom door, assume your normal position and when he allows you to open the door, ask him to come see you get your naked ass spanked for being such a bad girl today."

I groaned. Again, I was to be humiliated. This time in front of my other brother. I crawled to Mike's room and knocked on his door. He called out to come in. I opened the door and knelt in the entrance in my normal position, completely nude except for my beet red skin, to give my speech. I could imagine his jaw dropping as the sight in his doorway as I heard a gasp from where he sat.

"Mike, would you like to come to my room to witness me get my naked ass spanked? I've been a bad girl and have to be punished." My face felt like it was burning almost as much as my rear.

"WOW!... uh... um... why, sure little sis. I'd be happy to come witness your punishment." I heard him following closely behind me as I crawled back to my room and presented myself to where I could make out Dave's outline.

Dave told me to stand up as Mike joined us. "She has another forty swats coming to her." he said. "Actually, she started out with more, but I've already given her forty. Let's be creative and do it with her standing up. We'll even let you give em to her, Mike."

I thought I'd die of embarrassment, standing there with no clothes on in front of both of my brothers. I wondered what was going through Mike's mind right then.

"Alright, I'm going to put your arms around my neck to give her something to hold onto. Steph, you keep them there, and put your feet on the outside of mine." I had to feel with my feet where his were. They were pretty widely spread, making my legs spread even further. My crotch was forced into his crotch and I felt his ramrod hard cock against my groin.

He whispered in my ear, "Do you have anything to say slut... nice and loud now so Mike can hear."

So I summoned up my courage and said, "Mike, would you please punish me for being a bad girl and spank my... ass?"

Mike laughed and said, "Ooooo yeah. Why sure, sweetie. My pleasure. My, don't you have a beautiful red ass. It sounds like she's learning anyway."

Dave took his left hand, placed it in the small of my back and pulled me tight into his crotch. Mike then let me have my first wack. It was hard, but not as hard as Mike had hit me earlier. But it shoved me right into Dave's cock. I was glad he was wearing pants.

He whispered in my ear, "MMMMmmmmm... that feels so good slut." I could feel the egg, driving my pussy crazy. I was actually pressing my pussy up against his cock. It was just not enough to get me off.

Then Mike really started to hit me. He didn't rub me like Dave did, but kept hitting me without letup. Each time he hit me, I'd gasp or say, "Mmmfff!" He was still not hitting quite as hard as Dave did, but it was plenty hard, as if he was angry with me and was using the spanking to get out long pent-up aggressions. Each time he hit me, my pussy would jam up onto Dave's jean-covered cock. He was teasing my clit as he pushed against me.

It kept getting more and more painful, until by maybe the tenth swat, I yelped pretty loud.

"Oooo, getting painful, eh?" asked Mike, facetiously, apparently enjoying himself.

"Yes!" I cried. He continued and if anything, tried spanking me even harder. By the fifteenth, I started to scream loud. When I did it again on the sixteenth, he paused and asked Mike if he could get a pair of socks to keep me quiet. I just held onto his neck and cried as Mike said "Sure."

Mike soon returned and Dave pulled my head back by my hair and said, "Open wide." When I did, he stuffed what must have been smelly gym socks in my mouth. It tasted awful! He stuffed so much in there, I couldn't push it out if I'd wanted to. Well, I certainly wanted to, but didn't dare.

He gave me my last four standing spanks and then Dave moved me so that I lay across Mike's lap. I was to hold my hands behind my back with my left hand holding my right wrist. Mike wasted no time starting to strike my butt again. He had more leverage now and his swats were more painful. As his hand met the flesh of my butt cheeks and the pain registered in my brain, I screamed into my gag and my body arched backwards as if I could move my butt through his legs and out of the way of his hand. This also served to move my hands more toward my butt. When he hit me the fifth time in this position, my right hand convulsively jerked down to cover my butt. I moved it back quickly, but Dave stopped us.

Using what felt like another sock, Dave tied my wrists together, explaining to Mike how it "just wouldn't do" for me to me getting my hands in the way. Mike just chuckled. He seemed to have no sympathy for my situation at all.

Having prevented me from reaching my butt, Dave told Mike to continue with the spanking. After the tenth stroke in this position, which was really my seventieth, the pain was so unbearable, I was squirming around trying to avoid the blows. I wasn't consciously TRYING to avoid them, it was more instinctive. And it didn't help that the vibrator was driving my pussy wild, causing a good part of the twitching, even through the pain I was experiencing. Anyway, Dave joined Mike on the bed so he could hold down my legs and prevent most of my squirming around.

With both of them holding me down, my spanking continued. Dave seemed to enjoy holding my legs. He wasn't holding them together either. He kept my ankles as far apart as he could and still keep hold of me. I could feel his hands wandering up and down my calves whenever I wasn't jerking them around.

Each time he hit me, my pussy... no... my cunt, was pushed down onto Mike's lap. I could feel the aroused cock inside his pants. Unconsciously, I used the slaps to push down harder, humping myself on his bulge. I was desperate to cum. I just couldn't make it happen though.

At last, it was over. I lay there sobbing and screaming into my gag, my tears now running freely from my face. I was panting and squirming. I could not stop moving my hips and butt. It seemed I was being assaulted from two different directions. My pussy was buzzing away giving me pleasure while my butt was on fire with pain. The contrast of pleasure and pain on opposite sides of my body caused me to twitch around like I had ants in my non-existent pants.

I managed to say, "Tha... Th... Thank you for punishing me." Dave and Mike both laughed at me. As if my embarrassment wasn't complete, Mike noticed the dampness on his pants.

"She's WET!" he said. "The slutty bitch is wet! She's got her juices all over my pants. Do you think she enjoyed that? WOW — the things you learn about your own sister!" I just sobbed more.

"Well let's leave her to recover a little, shall we?" Dave said. He helped me off Mike's lap, then laid me on the bed as Mike got up. He removed my gag since I'd stopped screaming, but he tied my wrists to the headboard. As Mike left, Dave brought my ankles together and tied my ankles together with some of my own pantyhose he found in the hamper. He commented about doing the "nice" thing and turned me on my stomach so I "wouldn't have to lay on my sore ass." He walked out and closed the door, telling me he'd be back in a while.

I just lay on the bed crying. I'd never been hurt so bad in my life. I'd never be able to sit down again. My butt was probably going to be bruised for weeks and swollen twice its size. How would I sit through school tomorrow, or would he even let me go?

I lay there sobbing, humiliated, exhausted, filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, broken into submission by my brother. I feared him and what he could do to me. I dreaded the next time he came in when he'd probably rape my virginity. What had happened to my life? There was no place where I was allowed to be ME anymore. I was so tired and just wanted to sleep so bad. I wanted to escape to Neverland. I might have been able to doze, but the egg in my pussy was gradually gaining my attention again as the pain in my butt subsided to a duller throbbing. I hadn't noticed, but it had been turned down to a lower setting, still keeping me aroused, but nowhere near enough to satisfy me. Restrained as I was, there was little I could do about it, though I did find myself trying to hump my crotch into the mattress.

It wasn't enough. As my butt fire receded to glowing embers — so long as I kept it still — my pussy continued a slow spin. I knew it would never get me off, but the continuous buzzing was starting to drive me nuts. I arched my back, trying to get my hands far enough down to reach my pussy, but of course it didn't work.

I'm not sure how long I lay there. Tears of pain turned to tears of sexual frustration. Eventually, I didn't really fell my butt anymore, my pussy was demanding all of my attention. It would have looked pretty funny to anyone watching me writhe around on the bed, trying to find some lump of bedding or anything that would increase the pressure against my clit so I could have some relief.

The next thing I knew, my bedroom door was opened and I could tell someone stood there. A whiff of perfume and I knew my mother was standing in the door, staring down at me squirming on the bed naked, my butt beat to a pulp, with my ankles and wrists restrained. I froze.

"Well isn't this a sight?" she said, "Our little girl is laying in bed after being punished, still trying to get herself off. That's just disgusting. I thought I'd raised you better than this." I broke into renewed sobs.

"Mom..." I sobbed, begging, "Please make him let me go."

"Why? When you're obviously enjoying your predicament."

"Mom, I just don't think any of us, including her, realized just how much of slut she really is inside." Dave said. "I know you raised her to be a good girl."

"I AM a good girl! Mommy! Please! He's hurting me! And he's been making me do sex stuff and..."

"That's enough young lady. I could tell just then how he's "making" you do sex stuff. You seem hungry for it, you little slut. And a little pain is probably good for you. Maybe it should have happened a long time ago. Well Dave, I think I'm done with the little bitch." Mom said, "Do what you want with her, Dave. She doesn't act like MY daughter. She's all yours. Maybe a few more spankings every day will help. Oh,..." <chuckle> "and I like her tied up. She needs to learn she can't do as she pleases, not even play with herself."

"Anything you say, Mom." Dave said.

"And make sure she does more of the cleaning up around here. Time she learns to take care of others rather than thinking someone else is going to do all the work. Well, I'll be out for the night so I'll see you kids tomorrow afternoon. Stephanie, I want you to listen to your brother and do what he tells you, and if you don't, he has free rein to deal with you." With that, I heard my mother depart, leaving me to the tortures of my eldest brother.