“You’ll have to do this properly Joe,” whispered Molly’s sweet little voice, “otherwise, Harriet won’t be pleased… And I’d rather you did this than her.”
So, I lashed her twice in fairly quick succession making her squeal loudly each time.
I hope you’re satisfied, I thought, looking up meaningfully at the ceiling and knowing that Harriet would be up in our bedroom listening for the tell-tale signs of Molly’s ordeal.
Molly was red faced and flustered now from her punishment so far and I had a definite hard-on. I had lost count. So, I asked her, “how many is that?”
“You’re up to 4,” she said, wincing.
“Another two then,” I told her. “Push your bum up, higher.”
She did. I licked my lips. God she looked sexy bending over like that in her little white panties.
With eyes gleaming, I gave her two vicious slaps that made her snap up to attention like a jack knife. “Owww,” she wailed loudly. “Joe, that bloody well hurt,” she complained, ruefully.
“And it was meant to” I retorted. “So, you’ll have to behave yourself from now on young lady. And do what you’re told.”
While Molly went upstairs in tears, Harriet was straight down, pleased as punch. “Well done” she beamed. “That will give the little bitch something to think about.”
“From now on she’ll get a dose of that every Friday night.”
I went to bed that night well pleased with myself. I had rather enjoyed using the strap and was looking forward to using it again. As a matter of fact, it had been the only bit of sexual excitement I had had for weeks given that the marital bed had grown rather cold as of late and Harriet never seemed up for sex of any description.
But, on the plus side for me, Harriet made damn sure her sister’s punishment carried on. So there was that to look forward to. There was always a list of misdemeanours or indiscretions to be accounted for and I was quite happy to do the honours, especially, now that Molly had gotten into the habit of taking off her skirt each time.
Then came the Friday night that Harriet had to go out; to visit a sick friend, she had said, but, she had been acting rather strangely recently and I wondered about that. At the time, however, I didn’t care, because it meant I had the lovely Molly to myself; and it was her punishment night.
She knew Harriet had gone out and that we were alone. But, if she thought I would go easy on her, she was going to be sadly mistaken.
“Skirt off,” I growled impatiently and it was all I could do to wait until she had stepped out of the thing and thrown it to one side.
“I want your panties off too,” I ordered my voice like gravel. “In fact, while you’re at it, take everything off…except your stockings and suspenders,” I added as an afterthought.
She froze not quite believing what she had heard.
“No…Joe…that’s not…allowed.” she finally spluttered.
“You heard, girl, I want you naked. Harriet thinks you are getting off too easy.”
“Ohhhhh!” She whined, stamping her foot…”it isn’t fair.”
“Yes, it is, because, I say so.” I said angrily. “So be quick about it, or I’ll double up on everything you’re gonna get.”