The Storyteller (27 page)

Van was not the most sexually experienced of people either, but he knew two things. He knew when he was being forced to play a role, and her objections were actually insistences. Second, he knew when he was again aroused.

The next smack was even harder, and Emily jerked like a bucking bronco. The pinkness spread across her bare ass, starting from the center and rippling outward.

“Owwwww,” Emily cried. “Owwww.”

Van struck another hard hand blow, stopping to admire his handiwork afterward. Emily, dressed in just her pulled down bottom and bra, was squirming violently against the attack, horrified this was no playtime, but a real and merciless spanking being delivered. She had gotten more than she asked for.

Van started to strike harder and faster, spreading out his blows accordingly to cover all parts of Emily’s reddened ass. Instinctively, she brought up her legs in a flawed attempt to cover her glowing tail end with her feet, but he pushed them mercilessly aside and continued.

Emily was emitting some of the same frenzied cries as she had done on the bed the day before. She wiggled and shook like before, though this time the cause was different. The nosiest of grunts and moans came, filling the living room as they mingled with the sounds of her bare ass being spanked.

“Iggg. Uuuhhhh. Iggg. Iggg. Uuuhhhhmmm.”

She desperately shook with her hips, as if this would somehow take the sting away. For whatever reason she had conjured to suggest this punishment, there were now second thoughts. In the midst of the same, however, was a new and warped enjoyment for the sensations tearing through her body.

“Don’t hit anywhere except my ass,” she cautioned between blows. “I’ll have to be able to hide the marks with my bikini.”

“You are utterly evil,” Van decried as he continued to spank his victim. “I know it. You are utterly evil. You are more than just bad. You take it where I hit you and like it.”

Emily’s response was a great groan and a movement bringing her feet back over her buttocks as best she could.

“Get those feet down!” Van ordered. “Get them down, if you don’t want it on the legs too.”

To emphasize his command, he reached over and yanked her bikini bottom off with an awkward, but furious tug. Holding the lower part of her swimsuit in his spanking hand like a triumphant prize, he snarled at his squiggling accomplice. The sight of her being naked from the waist down brought about another rush of passion.

“This will teach you to disobey me.”

Again he struck a devastating blow that caused his own hand to hurt from the impact.

“Ihhhh!”

Emily started to cry real tears, but Van was far too into the spanking to stop. Instead, he beat his stepsister’s rear mercilessly until he felt the grotesque stickiness within his pants that told he had erupted once more.

“I haven’t come yet,” Emily moaned. “I don’t know if I can take much more though!”

Van placed his palm between her legs and rubbed, feeling an oncoming gush.

“Try this,” he huffed out, and Emily’s response was a solitary shriek as she vibrated and orgasmed.

Together they waited in total silence, exhausted on the sofa. Van was resting his body against the back of the dark furniture as he stared far away and took deep gulps of air. Emily quivered on his lap and reached back to rub her pulverized ass.

“Make me stand in the corner,” she whispered out.

Van nodded.

“You get up and stand in the corner, you evil girl.”

Still rubbing her bottom, Emily rose and slowly walked to the corner with her head down. As she did, she took off her bra, so she was totally naked.

From the sofa, Van stared at Emily’s angry red butt, amazed both that he had done that to her and she had absorbed it all so willfully. Perhaps she was evil, just as he proclaimed.

No one knew of the events of the past two days. No one spoke of them. The two participants kept it a hushed thing, swimming and doing whatever came to mind while the rest of the family was close at hand. Though Emily had a hard time sitting, she managed to hide that as well, and at night when alone in bed, she silently fingered herself to yet another climax while everyone else slept.

On the third day, new doors were opened. Emily went to her room and undressed as soon as the coast was clear, approaching her stepbrother totally nude. She helped him peel off his clothes, and they prepared to cross into frontiers from which there was no return.

“Today I want you to fuck me,” she insisted. “Get one of those condoms I know you keep in your top drawer, and get ready to use it on me.”

“How...” Van started to ask, but Emily held a hand to his mouth.

“Never mind. I know where they are.”

As she turned, he could see some dark marks on her bare ass where the spanking had been administered.

Standing naked like a fool, with a tent pole for a cock jutting out in front of him, he waited for his stepsister to return. She slid the condom on him herself, and where she had learned this was a question he did not want to ask.

“Lie down,” she instructed. “I’m going to do something wild to you right now. Lie on the floor.”

Van obediently took a position on the floor, resting on his back with his dick ramrod straight. Silently, his stepsister climbed on top of him and took the throbbing tool in her hands, as she prepared to guide it inward.

“You’re a bit tight,” she informed him. “That’s alright, because I’m tight too.”

Suddenly, she was mounted on him, opening her arms with her eyes shut and coming down to lean on him. This time, he was the one who ejected the uncontrolled groan as he felt the inner heat, even with the condom on him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

Emily rotated her hips like a crazed woman, while he moved onward, jabbing in time with her own grinding movements.

“Oooooohhhhhhh,” came the cry once more, as Emily manipulated herself into ecstasy.

Every thrust brought the familiar forest creature noises which intensified with each lapsing second.

“Ih! Ih! Igg! Igg!”

Emily’s breasts bounced against his chest as she rocked her entire body into motion, accepting the penetration.

“Ihhhh. Ihhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh.”

She was at it again, only this time it wasn’t just fingers that were turning her on.

“Ih. Ih. Ih. Ih.”

Acting on pure impulse, Van brought his hand against Emily’s bounding ass, delivering a hard smack that caused her to yell. Her butt was still clearly tender from the day before.

“Ow,” she complained. “Ow!

Again he did it and then again. Soon, his whaps were matching the thrusts of their fucking and Emily’s cries were a mixture of burning pain with overbuilding desire.

“Fuck me. Oh, you fuck good. Fuck me. Just do it to me.”

It was then her command changed.

“Ow. Spank me! Spank me! Owwww! Oh, you spank good! Owwww!”

As the two naked bodies climaxed together, something was painfully obvious to both. If they were not falling in love with each other, they were at least falling in lust. While it was not illegal what they were doing, it may well have been immoral. That, however, was a minimal of concern for either.

“What do you want me to do now?” Emily asked, as she crawled off of Van’s member and glided down next to him. She was losing control. Van was becoming the dominant one.

“I want you to stand in the corner,” he instructed.

Without argument, she arose and went to the corner, which was becoming familiar to her. Once more, she rubbed her butt and felt the burning within that was also a continual occurrence. How little did she know what was in store for her.

“Stand in that corner, and don’t you look away from it.”

She heard Van moving and dreaded what he was up to. She did not dare look over her shoulder though. The game had become very true to life.

The loud smack brought out a scream as Van brought one of his leather sandals across her ass.

“Fuck!” she shouted. “That hurt too much! I hate it!”

“Don’t you dare tell me you hate it!” he ordered. “You’ll love it or else.”

By force, Van grabbed her and bent her forward, holding her still with his arm around her waist. Bracing her as best he could, he delivered more brutally hard strikes on her heaving bottom. There was nothing pretend about this. It was deathly serious, and Van was playing for keeps.

“Hey! That’s hurting me! Ow!”

“I like this!” Van shouted. “I like this, and so should you. Get over the sofa.”

“Fuck that!”

“Do as I say, Emily!”

Emily tried to fight him, but to no avail. He forced her down flat on the sofa and in this prone position, did a number on her already pain-filled ass.

“Shit! Damn you! Ow! Oh, damn you!”

It hurt so badly, Emily didn’t even climax, screaming and crying as she received the most furious blasting to date. When it was over, her buttocks were a mass of ugly red welts, but Van had delivered them with precision, where once again the signs of punishment could be hidden by her bikini bottom when by the pool.

“Why did I get this spanking?” she moaned. “Why was I spanked?”

“You were bad. You made me come too soon.”

Again, Van struck her, harder than ever.

“Owwwwwwww,” Emily whined, moving back with her hand to protect herself. “Ow. No more.”

“That’s for giving me orders,” her lover instructed. “You’re the one who was bad from the start. Remember when I caught you fingering yourself? You were bad then, and you’re even worse now.”

Emily responded with only her cries. Van looked turned on by the fact there were true tears and nothing was faked.

“Ow! Please! Stop! Stop! Owwwww!”

A new sadism had been made obvious in Van and it kept coming up, yet Emily knew she would learn to love the anguish. She had realized her antics had created something new. The demon had been let out of his prison. Changes had come that could not be reversed. The innocent memories of times gone by had drowned forever and unchained a wild man in her previously subdued brother.

“Owwwwwwwwwwww.”

Though the spanking was finished, the bursting within her butt had not. It would be a good long while before she would forget the sandal’s unforgiving sting.

Through the summer, their relationship grew, but Emily noticed something that concerned her. Rather than sex, Van preferred spanking. When he administered his hand or an implement to her bare behind, there was nothing held back. It was very hard and very real.

There was another episode where Van ordered her to wear a bikini and come to him. She selected the blue one and trembled before his gaze, hoping this time she would at least be allowed to leave this sparse clothing on.

“What did I do to deserve another spanking?” she pleaded with him. “What did I do now?”

“You didn’t have sex with me yesterday.”

“How could I?” she cried. “Everyone was home. We couldn’t get away from everybody.”

“Well, the house is empty now,” he said in a cruel voice. “Turn around.”

Emily was so deep in her slave personification by now, she knew better than to argue. Yet in spite of herself, she was madly and uncontrollably in love with Van. He had become the dominant one, and she was now the absolute submissive. Their lust for each other knew no limits and it had only been for some three months of secret rendezvous’. It was forbidden love. Love that could never be understood. Love mingling sex with other savage actions. Where was this going to end?

Emily thought of this as she stood before her secret lover. Again, the house was empty. She was at his mercy and knew it.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked with a tremor in her voice. “What should I do now to make it up to you? I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to be really sorry when I’m done,” Van informed her. “You’re going to learn to be a good lover and a good slave.”

Her eyes widened in terror as he unhooked his belt and pulled it from the loops in his pants, then folding it over to make a menacing weapon.

“You’re going to feel pain like never before.”

“Can I leave my bottoms up?” she begged. “Please. Are you going to at least let me leave them up?”

“Alright,” Van agreed, and Emily sighed in relief at this rare sign of mercy.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“You won’t be thanking me for long. Up or down, you’re gonna be redder than red.”

Emily nodded weakly.

“Now put your hands on that chair in the living room and bend. Stick your butt all the way out.”

“You sure you don’t want me to mount the sofa?” she suggested.

“Do as I told you,” Van ordered. “Are you talking back to me?”

“Noooo!” Emily croaked out a pitiful whine, but to no avail. She was already starting to sniffle at the thought of what was to happen. “No.”

Submitting to Van’s will, Emily went to the chair and placed herself in position, just as she had been commanded to do. Her stepbrother showed no mercy either, for he went to work on her butt with wild force, delivering strike after strike against the fabric as she yelped in pain.

“You obey me!” he ordered with each slap with the leather. “You obey or else.”

Emily was now crying fitfully and arching with each blow, but she dared not move her hands behind her or her bikini would be coming down. She feared that more than anything, because she’d experienced the belt on her naked tail end before and hated it. She longed for the time where she would masturbate on the bed while her brother did the same or they would just do a quickie embraced by the fear of being discovered.

“Ow! Pleeassseeee! Owwww!”

When the lesson was learned, Van put his belt back though the loops in his pants once more and ordered her to bare herself so he could inspect the damage.

Sobbing, she pulled her bikini down to her kneecaps and stood erect, knowing if she rubbed she would again get it on the bare rear.

“Ooooojjjjjjjjj,” she groaned. “You really hurt me.”

“That’s because you were disobedient, and you needed to be taught otherwise,” Van declared.

“Are you going to fuck my now?” she asked, at least hoping to gain some satisfaction after her butt-blustering.

“No,” Van sneered. “You don’t deserve it. I’m going into the bathroom and jerk off to thoughts of spanking you.”