Reluctantly and muttering her very evident discontent, she took off her bra, blouse and panties, her face red with embarrassment. When she had finished, she stood uncomfortably before me, with one arm across her very ample breasts and the other blocking my view of her pussy. Anyway, I’ve got to say she looked fantastic, standing there in just high heels suspenders and stockings.
“Over the chair, and legs apart,” was my next instruction.
“It’s not right…it’s not right,” I heard her grumble. But she did it all the same.
She got a quick lash which cracked off her smooth skinned bum.
“That’ll teach you for being so flaming uppity,” I seethed. “When I tell you to do something girl, you’ll fucking do it. And it’s Sir from now on, by the way.”
“Is that understood?” I asked, giving her another hard swipe with the leather strap.
“Oww”
Then I gave her another.
“Oww, yes Joe…I mean yes, Sir.”
“So, I’ll get no more arguments about you stripping off in future, then?”
I slapped her viciously, to make my point. She didn’t like it. Nor did she like the next one, delivered in quick succession.
“Oww…No…No…I’ll do whatever you say…Sir.”
That’s when I started taking real liberties with my teenage sister-in-law: My hand deliberately feeling the curves of her pert young bum and taking my time about it.
She coughed. “Joe…Sir…please?”
“I could whip you all night? Would you rather that I did that?”
“No,” she whispered in defeat.
“All right, then, keep those legs apart” I said assertively, pushing my hand up between the backs of her thighs and touching her vagina for the first time.
“Ooooh,” she gasped, in surprise; her mouth open wide with shock.
She gasped even more when I then pushed a couple of fingers deep into her pussy. That’s when I found out that Harriet’s little sister was no longer a virgin.
She confessed all to me, in between her sobs and painful slaps of the belt. I got enough details to convince me that this innocent looking teenager was no stranger to sex. A few drinks at a party and some randy old bugger had nailed her on her way home. He had spotted her walking unsteadily down a farm track and had dragged her into a field. She was befuddled with alcohol and he’d taken full advantage. It had been her introduction to fucking, but, she had not known much about it, apparently, I was the only one whom she had told. I chuckled inwardly, knowing that I now knew something about Molly that Harriet and her Mum were not aware of.
“Please don’t tell Harriet,” she pleaded. “I’ll never hear the last of it.”
I laid down my conditions. She was going to have to let me fuck her now and more or less anytime I wanted. Otherwise, Harriet, was going to get to know about her little “indiscretion” and her life would be a misery.
I gave her a hug and dried her tears. Then I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. Oh God, that pert, delightful swaying arse drew me up like a magnet.
I quickly got out of my clothes and grabbed her by the hips. Then lust just took over, as I covered her thighs, bum and breasts with my frantic kisses. Her skin was ultra-smooth and sexy, as my hands glided all over her luscious young body.