I gasped, shuddering. How could she know? I didn’t understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few years back. It didn’t matter if it was bare bottom, through my panties, or my jeans, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my cheeks burning with humiliation for being treated like a little girl, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.
And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that warm itch began in my pussy. This was even more humiliating than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my cousin Clint.
He was only a year older than me.
“Please, Clint,” I gasped. “I’ll clean it up. I will. You don’t have to do this.” My hips squirmed. My pussy grew wetter as I begged.
“Nope,” Clint said. “You need to understand your place.”
“Yep,” Melody nodded, marching right behind us. “Spank her ass hard, Clint. She needs discipline.”
“Oh, you bitch,” I hissed at my sister.
“Hey,” Clint snarled, anger crossing his face for the first time. “You don’t talk to your sister like that. You respect her and love her. Like you respect and love the rest of your family. But if you want to be a brat, we’ll treat you like one.”
He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, black bush adorning my pudenda.
My cheeks went crimson. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.
Then he sat down and yanked me over his lap like I was a little girl. My cheeks burned with shame. “Stop this, Clint,” I said, bucking on his lap. “I’m not a child.”
“Then why do you act like one?” His left hand pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my naked ass.
My virgin pussy clenched at his touched. A wave of shameful heat shot through me. My body liked his touch. Melody sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.
What was going on here? My pussy clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thighs. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach rising and falling and…
Clint was hard.
My cousin had a throbbing erection. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was hard… for me. He wanted to spank me. What was going on? He was molesting me, and Aunt Cheryl wasn’t do anything to stop it.
She was watching, standing next to Alicia, their eyes both on me.
“Spank her naughty ass,” Aunt Cheryl moaned, her voice so husky. “Do it. Show her how strong you are.”
Alicia nodded her head, her voice a low whisper, “Yes, big brother.”
“Spank her ass,” hissed Melody, her hand squeezing my other cheek. They were all in on this.
“Just get this over with,” I hissed, my stomach twisting with humiliation. They all wanted to see me treated like a little girl. I wanted to melt into a puddle of shame. My pussy was growing so wet.
“First, Melody gets to spank you five times for calling her a bitch,” Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my pussy growing hotter. “Then I will spank you ten times for making a mess. You will count them out and thank us for each one.”
“What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning. Now my sister would spank me? My older, bitch of a sister.?
“Oh, thank you,” cooed Melody, pressing closer to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes widened.
“You’re fucking him!” I accused.
“Yep,” she said and slammed her hand down hard on my ass.
I gasped, bucking as the pain and humiliation shot through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint’s command. My thighs squeezed tight, my clit aching. The smack reverberated through the living room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.
A moan. What the fuck?
“You’re supposed to say something, Lee,” Melody said, not hiding the glee in her voice.
“No!”
Spank!
Crack!
Spank!
Smack!
Slap!
They came fast, hard, her hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat burning across my flesh. I felt five of them. Which made six in total. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on fire, my pussy dripping juices.
“Clint said five. That was six.” I swallowed the bitch I wanted to add.
“You didn’t count,” she grinned. “So they didn’t count.”
Smack!
“Oh, god,” I shuddered, the heat flaring through my ass. I clenched my burning butt-cheeks, shuddering. “Please, don’t make me say this, Clint.”
“It’s part of your punishment,” he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard cock. He felt so big beneath his jeans. Uncle Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.
But I excited Clint.
“Fine,” I huffed. “One, thank you, Melody.” I put all my derision into saying the words.
Smack!
I yelped in pain again, both my butt-cheeks burning. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her body shifting, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so degrading. Why did that make my pussy even wetter?
“Two,” I moaned, hating the words, my pussy clenching. “Thank you, Melody.” God, it sucked saying those words.
Crack!
“Damn, not so hard,” I moaned, tears burning my eyes.
“It’s your punishment,” she cooed. “And what do you say?”
“Three, thank you, Melody.” Tears trickled down my cheeks. Juices leaked out of my pussy. Why was I so turned on?
Crack!
“Four, thank you, Melody.
Smack!
“Five, thank you, Melody,” I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to bury my face into the my hands and hide from everyone’s watching eyes.
“You’re welcome, Lee,” she said, stroking my ass. “Now what do you say?”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Why did I spank you?” Her hand squeezed my aching ass.
I gasped, bucked. “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch.”
“You’re forgiven.” She slid her hand down my thigh. “Now the real fun begins.”
“Fun?”
Spank!
My eyes widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint’s hand was bigger and struck harder. My poor flesh stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in pain, the tears flowing faster. My virgin pussy clenched so hard.
Why did it feel so good?
“One, thank you, Clint,” I moaned, shuddering. Saying those words, feeling his cock, was so demeaning and yet… They felt right.
Smack!
His hand fell even harder, landing on my other butt-cheek. I clenched them both, squirming, my pussy brimming with pain. Melody’s hand shifted on my thigh, pushing between them, her touch so soothing.
“Two, thank you, Clint,” I sobbed, tears pouring down my cheeks.
Crack!
“Three, thank you, Clint!” My clit tingled. The heat gathered in my pussy, the pain transforming into something different.
Slap!
“Four, thank you, Clint!” The pain rushed into my mind. Shivers ran through my body. It felt… good. Like the high I reached while jogging, my legs burning, my sides aching, my heart beating.
Smack!
“Five!” I screamed out, the pain and pleasure washing through my mind. They were linked, flipping from one to the other.
Melody’s hand crept up my thighs.
Crack!
“Six!” I moaned, grinding on his hard dick. He was throbbing for me. He wanted me.
Melody’s fingers brushed the wet curls of my pussy.
“Thank you, Clint!”
Smack!
My bucking body rubbed my hot cunt on my sister’s digits. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this feel so good?
“Seven, thank you, Clint!”
My sister stroked my pussy. “Oh, she’s dripping wet, Clint. The little slut is getting off on this.”
Her words were so humiliating. My sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. Aunt Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their lips. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.
My cunt clenched.
Crack!
“Eight!” I screamed, Melody rubbing harder at my pussy. “Thank you, Clint!”
She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my body. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in front of everyone. They would all watch. They would all know I was a slut.
Smack!
“Nine!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. Melody rubbed harder at my clit. The sensations rushed through me. “Thank you, Clint!”
I trembled. I was on the cusp of something amazing. Something I had never experienced Something truly special.
I heard the air whoosh as Clint’s hand crashed down for the final spanking. I tensed, eager. The loud crack echoed through the room. The pain shot through my bruised ass, slamming straight to my virgin pussy. Melody’s fingers rubbed at my clit, the sparks from her fingers crashing into the pain.
“Ten!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my pussy. “Thank you, Clint!”
Such humiliating pleasure shot through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin’s lap, my sister’s fingers stroking my pussy. They all heard the screams of pleasure exploding from my mouth. Not pain.
Rapture.
Ecstasy.
It slammed into my mind. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my head swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, stars exploding across my body. I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and pain, a place of wonder and delight.