So, Joe, I am giving you Daddy’s old strap which I retrieved from the old house. And I expect you, as the man of the house, to use it regularly on my little brat of a sister.”
And that’s how it started.
First thing I did when Harriet left the room was to examine that strap and have a little practise swishing it about. No doubt that a man could do some damage to a sweet girl’s behind with a thing like that. The idea of unleashing it on poor Molly’s posterior greatly appealed to me. I couldn’t wait to start. It was bringing out the beast in me.
And, to make it easier for me, Harriet gave Molly such a tongue lashing that the poor girl was probably glad to give herself over to me to deal with. It was being laid out on a plate for me. All I had to do was flay her with that strap.
Friday night became punishment night for poor Molly and typically of Harriet, she cleared off to her needlework upstairs and left me to do the dirty work.
Soon after 7.00 p.m. there was a little tentative knock on the lounge door.
“Did you want to see me, Mr. Fisher?” asked Molly, apprehensively. I could tell she was worried, because, she usually called me Joe.
“Yeah, come in then Molly,” I said, gruffly, not wanting to appear too soft with her. “And close the door, please.”
Both of us were a little awkward and embarrassed, until I reminded myself that I had the upper hand here.
She was wearing a white blouse and a tight grey skirt past her knees and straightaway I was wondering how on earth she was going to be able to bend over in it, when she solved the problem for me.
“Shall I take my skirt off?” She asked, red in the face and flustered.
I blew out my cheeks and quickly considered this. Luckily, Harriet wasn’t around to advise me so…
“Yes, that’s a good idea.”
She unzipped the skirt and I gasped as I watched it fall around her ankles. In those days, even teenage girls wore stockings and suspenders and all that was on display at that moment, emphasising, what a superb pair of legs she had.
Almost immediately, I felt my cock stir. Suddenly, I realised that I was actually going to enjoy these little punishment sessions.
Harriet had even placed the low back armchair in the centre of the room, so I gestured for Molly to bend over it. When she did so, I spent a long time looking at her pert, panty clad backside and nylon stockinged legs. Eventually, Molly gave a nervous little cough and I re-focused on the task in hand. Then, strap in hand, I lashed down on my target inducing a painful whelp from Molly and a twitch of her bum.
Excited now, I gave her another lash before enjoying the splendid view of a young woman bending over so provocatively. I drooled at the shapely bare thighs on display at the tops her nylons. Wow!
I took aim and lashed her again bringing forth another shriek. How I would have loved to have a peak at her bare bum at that moment, wondering how red it was. Inexplicably, my hand reached out, smoothing sympathetically, over that lovely part of her.
“Ahem” she coughed, no doubt anxious for me to get on and finish her punishment. But, right then I was more interested in feeling her up than carrying out Harriet’s bidding.