Punishment and Submission

Marcel would soon returned home and was strapped, as always, the end of each month, when she discovered .... She had to prepare, dress, make-up, the little time left before her husband arrived.
Pierrette sat before the mirror, passed the mascara on the eyelashes, rouge on her lips, the blush on the cheekbones and cheeks, he avoided looking at his broken nose in the mirror.
Then began the complex task of dressing, and after 6 months of marriage, he knew what he liked to Marcel. First put on the pants, short ones that came just at the beginning of the thighs, because she fine cotton, with the salary of a seamstress, she could not afford those of pure silk. And, over the panties, suspenders, black women's apparel was a novelty, was released recently and in Paris, where he was going to steal, it cost a fortune, but it was worth it. Hooked the edge of the flesh-colored stockings with garters of special hooks, rose to smooth legs and make you better adhere the two socks. The skirt was very simple, held by three buttons on its side, but it was fitting: the latter made them perfect. From the head, Pierrette slipped the vest-type male and, above this, a T-shirt rather than light: he had to see her breasts under the fabric, not fastened the cuffs of her blouse.
Better to remain fast, if he had eaten, even a sandwich, it could happen like last time: he had rivomitato all, because of the pain. Pierrette sat at the kitchen table and waited.
As soon as her husband had been stripped, as soon as she washed, she would tell him immediately. And he would have pulled the belt from his pants, left on the back of the chair, he would have rolled a couple of laps around the big hand would look muscular and his wife. Then, she would go near the big double bed, the skirt would be undone, dropped the socks, slipped off his suspenders, and if it would be removed. Then, he slid the panties down her thighs, knees and calves, ankles until they arrive. It would be bent forward, his face and hands in contact with the soft surface of the bed, would support the bust on the mattress, leaning up the rear and would wait for the whistle of the first belt and whip lashing. Today, many would have given him at least thirty, Pierrette had calculated. After that has confessed that he did it again, yet another.
Marcel did not feel any fatigue was used to raise and lower the arm to plant the nails in his profession. Instead of the hammer, now clutching his belt in hand, perhaps he should use it on the side of the buckle on that slut wife would have done next month! With his free hand grabbed the short hair and forced her Pierrette to her feet and then, without letting go, forced to kneel in front of him. Her hands ran to open the gap in men's underwear, grab the penis and take it to his lips. She felt him grow little thing, while her tongue was troubling him. Pierrette Jean thought: that means that it was a boy. However, this was the Marcel, for what she, or rather his mother, had made many years ago. Her ass was painful and inflamed nothing compared to how it had been reduced to Marcel, the whip of Madame B *** and then, you would comfort Pierrette Tuesday, in the arms of Jean. He would caress the skin, he kissed one by one the bruises left by the belt, eppoiiii .... Almost inadvertently, Pierrette clenched teeth: the growl of Marcel made her understand that she gave a little 'discomfort. She returned to the darting tongue.

My wife always forgets to renew the license, at maturity. So when the Police stop, apology, embarrassment, and even tears. Drama. Jo Why do not we see so well. Normal for his age. Go to a good ophthalmologist, who will prescribe the right glasses, please visit the ACI and I renew my license, I say forever. Too easy! If you do not complicate life with bureaucratic encumbrances, claims, files, exhausting, and so is not happy! Do not want to go to the doctor because he's afraid to tell her that the view is worse ....
For a week I was obsessed with his fears, until I blurted out, "Or do what I suggested, or do it alone. But, later, do not come complaining to me! if I hear one word of remorse, repentance out of your little mouth, I swear I'll do the latter as the Milan jersey: red and black stripes. "

Two days off from school (".... Both are already on vacation, there's nothing to explain, those can wait in the balance ...."), Turns to various car agencies, and nervous breakdown: eyes wet with rage .
"They said I must go to the medical board, the central engine!"
"Well, what did you expect? You are nearsighted, you know. It will mean that you will sell that kind of self-propelled box you bought it, and go to work, or from your mother, so those are the only moves you make, by bus. "
Open up the sky! I'll spare you his comments. Then, one evening ... ..
Jo is back at home, in the early afternoon, strangely silent. It is immediately attached to the telephone, in order: Mama, Pia (her best friend for a lifetime), Lucrezia, who, being affected by diabetes, a problem to renew your license it to us and Francesca. Finally, after an hour several good conversations, I appear before me in my study. "Do you prefer to use the whip or belt?" I am, so the amble. Will hide my eyes from the monitor, and stare. He understood, and is ready to pay the consequences, but is too proud and too stubborn to admit they were wrong, that I was right. "Come, dear, it can happen to everyone, you wait a bit 'of time, you spend all your holidays in driving lessons, theory and practice at a driving school, rifarai review and you'll see that you'll get your license ..."
"Do not try to be funny! Did you know that you were right. But it must always be so? Because you never wrong? Come on, Beat me! Showing macho, at least in the ... "
I want to say that among my many mistakes, there was also married to her, but I'd better shut up. I get up. Jo goes before me in the bedroom. He literally throws himself on the bed, face down.
"You always said you're not a masochist. Why, then, do you want spanked? "I am perplexed.
"Because you reproached me for at least a year! I do it two balls, with your Teloavevodettoio!. I might as well take off once thought ... so you're happy .... And then, I'm too stupid .... I love you too well! "Even from the deck face up to tell me these things.
The trousers of the suit, I get them down slowly, ditto with the panties. Jo's bottom looks like a white lamb ready to sacrifice to the cruel pagan. I am tender, especially when they contract the buttocks waiting beating. Light, a pat: just pink aura. I would be cruel if I put you under and / or violence. The skin shivers. Second pat, not to offend the other buttock remained untouched. Quand'anch'essa rubra, Jo I:
"Okay, it's over! Your pride is satisfied. We are too old for certain things ... "
She even looks at me, than simply saying, his voice a little 'route: "... see how you're stupid. You do not even remember that ..." For me, pull off the belt of his trousers is a significant problem: if you take it off they fall down. Somewhat ridiculous situation, you will agree!, Strapped to take you to find a woman with my pants down and certainly not for sex drive! Alternative: work towards your right hand to the left to hold me belt and pants.
Easier said than done, however I try. It 'was too strong! Jo makes a complaint: the stripe on his bottom trace of belts is far more red fingerprint manuals. I do not like, there is no reason why I do it ...
I put it back in the belt loops of his pants, I sit on the bed, next to Jo, and pull up your pants. She is grateful to me, approached me, her tiny body on mine. Our breaths are synchronous, I spend my arm around her shoulder, she lays her head on my stomach protruding. We remain a long way.

Camille wiped her tears on her cheeks, before pulling up her panties and lowered the skirt. The baby's bottom was burning to go mad, Aunt Pierrette had made him red, scarred that witch!
Massaging her buttocks with both hands, Camille went to the wall, waiting for the others to catch up. It was Friday, she touched the girls. The mayor, to safeguard the morals, had decided that the public would no longer be lost promiscuous, but from now on, all the girls one day, another day all the boys.
The ladies who had arranged the chairs must be moved and gave the friendly conversations, the air, after sunset, it was sweet. The girls had to be punished with the face turned toward the wall and wait for their mothers or relatives closer, as in the case of Camille who was an orphan, had stopped to chat.
Camille spent quell'oretta face the wall, thinking about what he had done to deserve such treatment. Nothing!, Was convinced. The fact was that his aunt hated him and never let an opportunity escape to punish her. Even at home, it was so. It was enough that the little girl committing some innocuous and no punishment rained down, certain other extreme hardship more bearable. By now, Camille was accustomed to go to bed without dinner or washing dishes or cleaning the grandmother who was paralyzed and did everything below.
Only Uncle Marcel showed some 'compassion for her and often intervened on his wife, who had been too harsh rebuke to the granddaughter, sometimes even bought her sweets. Camille sniffed, thinking back to his uncle.
"Come on, let's go home!" Said Aunt Pierrette, by striking him on the shoulder; Camille followed her like a dog, after a smile to the other girls, and seeing that they too had their eyes shining. All, except one. Her name was Camille her as well, but it was malicious and spiteful toward everyone. He was a guy who seemed to tremble, when there were public punishments, it seemed she liked to undress and lie down on the knees of her mother, Mrs. Hedwig, and be taken to spanking. And there Edwige put strength in him! But Camille is not whining, not uttered a groan, not shaking her ass to keep it from burning in the rain. He got up, her panties to her knees, but the skirt dropped down to cover the affected parties, sat with his face against the wall and never said anything. One Friday, we had even seen Camille Camille implied that the other stole his hand under her skirt in front. Yeah, she was great: he was 12 years old! When it arrived at that age, our Camille would run away from home, so he decided a long time.
He suffered the lost public until 14 years after that age, they washed their dirty linen at home.
It was the eve of her fourteenth birthday Camille Deveraux exhibited for the last time his bare bottom with her companions in misfortune. She became a beautiful girl, beautiful as her mother Hedwig, tall and shapely and a little 'owl, we judged the Camille.
Even when it was their turn, all the girls in the country were forced to attend public spanking: it would have learned not to be bad. For a case miraculous that there were only Deveraux Friday, but the ladies formed the usual circle of chairs, a little drawn back toward the center of the circle that of Edwige. Elegant, as usual: only concession, the right sleeve of her dress pulled up to discover his arm. And what is even more remarkable, there was also a husband, and father of Camille, the beautiful Mr. Marcel. Even though it was very much older than her, every time I saw our Camille felt upset inside: she liked so much! With increasingly well-manicured mustache, with his lordly do, the figure tall and straight. He was far from its circle of chairs, sheltered, aloof and had a strained face, the corners of refined pale lips.
Meanwhile, his daughter had dropped her panties, as usual, had supported his mother's womb on her knees, was now become too tall and heavy to pass on to all the arts mother's body, so that both his feet His hands touched the pavement.
"My Camille has committed a serious sin - Ms. Deveraux was saying with his daughter on his knee, the bare-ass for this should be punished severely. Not just the hand of a woman what I am, I need that she try a sound spanking! "It's close in the fist lady, appeared suddenly, the tap dancing. Our Camilla shivered and noticed that even Mr. Marcel shivered at the sight of that instrument terrible.

Alphred's hand slipped inside the fly of his trousers, opened the gap of his pants and pulled out his cock, already hard, began to smaneggiarselo. The vision of the two half-naked female bodies are rubbed between them was too exciting for a boy of just 16 years. Camille and Camille continued to kiss, their tongues intertwined, while shaking hands of one titillated nipples of the other, which in turn, had stuck his hand in her panties in the first, although they had both committed to the mouth, moans of pleasure ...
Camille Deveraux turned his eyes to see, just for a moment, her cousin, knew immediately what he was doing and if he had not been in contact with the lips of his servant, he would smile.
The stream of Alphred shot in the air, on the very instant when she opened the door of the greenhouse.
Madame Edwige was very angry, just as Monsieur Jerome. Their faces do not promise anything good.
"Madame believes that twenty lashes are enough of these .... Unfortunates, to teach them good manners and right conduct?" Was a rhetorical question, the man with long whiskers.
Hedwig's eyes flashed Deveraux even anger: "I may not be enough! I think they deserve twice as much! But, for my daughter, will be even more! "He turned to the three faces that were in front, and his tone was apocalyptic:" Put off here! Everyone in front of others! Take off everything, but eventually it naked. Naked as worms, which are: filthy beast! "Madame's voice trembled with anger.
The three in front of her they had no choice: one was the daughter, the maid of her, a little grandson who went to F *** her guest to spend a month's holiday. In the country. Quiet resort, with prizes for its excellent academic results ... along with her cousin, and the maid to her, she had done nothing to get excited, that part of two weeks and had pulled the rope too. Not only that!
Seeing the two girls strip naked, Alphred decided to follow their example. Red in the face, as they did: they took everything, absolutely everything, including socks.
"Camille - said Madame to her daughter-put a pillow in the middle of the bed and stenditici above. Move! "When the girl had obeyed the Maternity handed the whip to M. Jerome and ordered him to fifty lashes. Although he was accustomed, although she liked it, although it is excited to be smacked, Camille just raised the hair on his head, to hear those words. Fifty lashes were given a huge amount and then a grown man! But he would not beg, begged he would not, could not have asked for mercy.
He did all that maman had commanded his belly stretched over the pillow, placed across the center of the bed in order to support the pelvis and, consequently, your ass. Monsieur Jerome was an expert. Vibrated a shot every five seconds, so that the girl had time to savor the pain. As soon as the burning of the whip alluded to fade as soon as the skin swelled, he gave the other. From the back of the knees, the whole back of Camille was streaked with deep red stripes. The girl had been forced to bite the blanket of the bed, to grasp the cloth very tight between the fingers; sinanche had beaten the legs to relieve pain atrocious. And those two damned who counted aloud, obeying the order of mother: soon they too would suffer, that she was suffering. The punishment of Camille Deveraux lasted over ten minutes. And she was all veramenta a pain, when the imperious mother ordered her to get up, adding that, it still was not over.
To see that beautiful naked body affected by many lashes, Alphred was excited again, his thing was resurfaced and full standing, but he had resisted the temptation to toccarselo, ashamed, and so he joined his hands behind his back. It was the voice of Aunt to collect it from the contemplation of the naked body of her cousin, flushed at least at the back, which he had had time to see all the crevices.
The thing straight Alphred came into contact with the pillow and he realized that this was unusually wet: Camille must have sweated, speculated. He had not yet made good, had not yet laid back that came the first whip, directly at the height of the buttocks. Alphred screamed at the sudden pain, turned on its side. He tried to do so, at least. Because Aunt Edwige jumped over him, with the bust above his back: for a moment, Alphred perceived as two arrowheads hard shoulder blades in contact with its bare, and afterward settled her aunt, pinning his arms. Alphred did not check to scream, as they trickled down the lashes back and buttocks and thighs, your hips shaking, stamping his feet in the air but all this seemed to make wicked Monsieur Jerome even more. The loop of leather on bare skin cracked the whip of the boy, stamping his own brand of iron and the shaft of the drum, covered with skin, completed the work. Alphred seemed like an eternity for the duration of that dreadful punishment. "Twenty" Camille had just said the maid, who left the hands of Aunt Edwige Alphred's arms, he really was all bruised, back, and unsteady on his legs. But his thing was still very hard and stiff, protruding from the body contour. "And 'now that you learn the rules of the country you live-Aunt Edwige said, not without a touch of irony-Vai next to your cousin, face the wall!" Camille gave him a shy smile, when he reached the .
Given their position, they could not see what was going to Camille Deuxieme, but could well imagine. Monsieur Jerome was acting like a machine, neat and precise. They heard the hiss of the whip, snap it over the meat and was soon after, the groans of Camille; groans soon turned into real cries. There were about ten seconds of silence before they reach Camille, after his punishment was over. "Turn around!" Once again the voice of Edwige snapped. The three did, and saw that now was Madame Deveraux to have something in hand. "And 'I whipped the belt with which my mother mourned held to point out-it really hurts, I assure you. Camille, sit on the edge of the bed, "When the daughter had rested his sore ass on the mattress, her mother gave her a push, letting it fall back" Keep your knees well apart, "he yelled. The broad strip of leather struck between the thighs of Camille, right up there. Four pairs of eyes saw the thigh, for one, two, three times. This time, Camille did not make it to resist: the fifth lash, shouted. The mother seemed possessed: stretched his long torso and struck his daughter with a belt on the chest, right nipple.
"I think that's enough, madame," was the sharp voice of Monsieur Jerome Edwige to arouse the fury that had attacked her. Camille, sitting on the bed, crying like a fountain, small breasts red as cherries. "Go there and all rimaneteci until morning," declared the lady.

"Are you ready, my dear?" "I'm ready, maman!" "Well, come on! You do not see how he is waiting? "
the beautiful Edwige lowered his arm and reached for the first time tap dancing on the bare buttocks of her husband, lying on the knees of his beloved wife. At the same time, even maman gave way to his performance: only that you work towards a short strip of leather folded in two, on the bare buttocks of the young Antoine and plump.
Ten minutes later, the two boys were Melucci redder than those that are gathered on the trees in the hot July sun.
"Have you cried and shook! This is not proper to a man! - The boy tried again maman still bent on landing that represented by the broad and powerful thighs with her-it seems rather a girl! Oh, yes you will consider this ... Should I go to the whip? "" No, no, ma'am! - Antoine begged Please spare me! And 'terrible whip, causes the blood: the last time you used, I have wounded my back .... "" I want to be merciful - gave the older woman-Edwige - and turned his head toward the pair composed by daughter and son-in-if you've finished with your husband, you can do! "" Now, Mamma. He will be happy! "One last tremendous blow struck on the butt tap dancing more than Marcel reddened, as if to indicate that the worst was yet to come for him.
The man, trembling, stood up from the disgraceful position and stood in front of his wife, his fault was lifted and stretched. The tap dancing went from bottom to top and back down: in his path, struck twice in the fleshly protuberance. Marcel leaned forward in pain, for a moment. His phallus was still erect, though become reddish.
Edwige spread his knees and raised her skirt down, was not wearing anything. Marcel knelt and held his head between his thighs of his wife. Maman looked satisfied with the two who were fulfilling in their own way, the marital and vibrated on kidney belts another tremendous Antoine, while ordering him to stand up. The young man obeyed. He knew all too well what awaited him. Quickly, naked as he was, he went to the wall, leaned his palms open, placing them exactly 15 centimeters below the lower frame of the painting of the eighteenth-century view of Venice and held outside the hot seat. "Yes, I think this could be good! - Judged maman, turning over in his hands a rubber-ball is certainly longer and bigger than what my son has naturally and that you seem to like it so much. We'll see if you like that too! "Came up behind Antoine, he put his left hand on his shoulder, squeezed his fingers. It pushed the godemiche inside the boy, from the bottom up, without any delicacy. When that thing went chewy inside him throughout its length, the claws of Antoine drew the plaster of the wall signs, signs that were added to the many already there.
Maman looked satisfied with what he had done, and sat down again. "Louiselle!" She cried. A moment later the door opened to let a young woman, rather plump and cute face. She was naked, completely naked. He avoided looking at her brother who had that thing in himself, and Marcel, whose face was still drowned between the legs of the other lady, the lady owner came over and said, resignedly: "I am ready, madame!" Turning to show the woman sitting behinds. The double belt rose up and came down, the snap turned my head to the beautiful Edwige, but she upturned eyes and sighed, had reached the climax, the petit mort spasmodic ... he had his prey.
Flop! When did the godemiche maman drew from the rectum of Antoine, the boy took a breath and exhaled the pelvis forward. He wanted to run with his hand to the groin, to end the torment, but, if he did, he would have ended up the whip. Horrible thing ... twisted nerve of horse nails scraped the back wall.
Maman handed the ball in the hands of a rubber Weeping Louiselle, who took him like an alien object: he would have washed, shortly thereafter, dry well and put back in the drawer with the others.

Roxane had arrived in the village who knows where, nobody knew. Was greeted with suspicion, this stranger who had bought the house over the courtyard of the wash-house, where he held public spanking. But Roxane had started early to get good will.
In his youth he was a nurse, and so had taken to treat the children back, and not just children, when the belt or hose or tap dancing had reduced them in appalling conditions. The pharmacist was Bebouef very glad of this: she bought salves and ointments to treat bruises. Indeed, once even gave his daughter: in a moment of anger, he had tied to a chair and spank with the whip. A blood. The girl was called in the blink of an eye and had not even left the scars after Miss Roxane had cured.
After the evenings when they were given public spanking in the morning there was a line outside the house on the washhouse: mothers, or fathers, who were holding hands their little ones, still the beating frignanti upon receipt. Roxane had them strip, lay face down and wiping, cured, slicked their butts red.
Nor is it to say that he was too old: he had about 50 years and, after all, a woman was still attractive, and indeed aroused some wonder that mature elderly neighbor had not yet made a proposal of marriage.
All right!, Mr. Deveraux had attended that often, but he was married, although the pro-forma. Or the pharmacist, but only for commercial relations. Pierrette was also scarred by the first of her every month for treatment by the webbing that gave her cuckolded husband or the same Camille Deveraux, who loved to be spanked.
In the 10 years he was in town, Roxane had some waitresses to serve them, more or less the same age, treated them well, were polite and not too demanding; serve in that house was like a godsend. But ...

It was early summer, it happened. A stranger came to the door of the house on the washing, a man of stocky build, long and unkempt beard like that of the friars. The same evening, Amelie said the maid, the lady had ordered to prepare the guest room: the lord would have stopped some time. Since then, no longer saw Roxane exit. And she did not accept anyone at home, for the usual dressings. Indeed, the woman began to show rather hard on the mothers who brought their children from the painful back. Even Marcel Deveraux and Pierrette were more carefully. Amelie, the maid, who was now serving for three years, said that obviously they slept in separate rooms and did not give rise to any suspicion, at least when she was present. Mr. Etienne was always taciturn, coolly and was limited to just say hello. Ate in absolute silence, with his guest and, after lunch, went immediately to bed, after dinner, however, smoking a cigar on the balcony. That's it.
However, overlooking from the balcony of the house, you could see the courtyard of the wash, that was held on Friday in which the public spanking of the reprobate, and Mr. Etienne will often overlooked, and when noticed his tall figure leaning against the railing of the balcony , the mothers sitting in a circle for a moment stopped spanking their little children, and turned his gaze towards him, that did not. In short, the role of Roxane in the life of Mr. Etienne had become a topic of conversation and inquiry.
For more than six months, Etienne was in that house. Christmas was approaching and there was enough turmoil in the country. The Mass of the Holy Night, Roxane had never been present, moreover, there was not even Sunday is conjectured that he was Jewish. On Christmas day, the pharmacist Bebouef rang at the door. Roxane was rather agitated and disheveled. He could be kind enough to open the shop and give her a jar of ointment with calendula? The pharmacist agreed, if only because all these years, we had earned her a lot. '
But what to do with Roxane cream, if for the holiday season were suspended public spanking?
Pierrette could not stand anymore. He had tried to medicate alone, but had only exacerbated the situation. Marcel had the belts for three consecutive days was definitely out of the blood, his hands when he showed signs reddish if the past was painful on the buttocks. So he went to knock on the door of the lavatory. She opened them, strange fact, Mr. Etienne and, even more strange, even invited her to join. Roxane there was no sign, but the same Pierrette asked to speak with her. Impossible, replied the man, but, if he could leave word to him, which later would report. Pierrette and he was too ashamed to leave when the room appeared Roxane. He smiled at the scarred, despite a rather stern gaze of the bearded man, no, now he could not help her, because she felt slightly indisposed. However, Pierrette could go over the next few days, if she could stand the pain, and the voice of football very last sentence. The scarred shook his head: Do not take it anymore, was in danger of fainting every moment as it hurt, Roxane begged for help. The bearded man nodded his head "You can do that, ma'am, but you already know what it will cost you!" Said all'impallidita matron.
Pierrette was much better, when he came down from the table. He became really bad, with scabs where the belt Marcel had broken the skin, but the cream with calendula would ease the pain and would have delayed the formation of bruises. Pierrette as noted in the ointment jar, which Roxane had left open, was almost finished.
Amelie could have sworn there but it seems that the other woman had cried copiously and well, the day before. Oh, Amelie said to have found a carpet beater, abandoned in the living room. Strange, because no one had hit the carpet for months. In addition, the acute domestic noticed that Mrs. Roxane had trouble walking and grimace distorting his lips every time she sits down. Instead, Mr. Etienne appeared satisfied, and was more talkative than usual thirty words uttered during the day.

"Are you ready?" Said Etienne, turning the tool in the hands of wicker.
Roxane sighed. It was not the first time, but hoped it was just the latest. And 'true so that she herself wrote to Etienne, however, had no idea it was so painful and so unexciting. These booklets were telling a lot of nonsense. Slowly, very slowly took off her robe and pulled off her nightgown from the head. Now he felt even more ashamed to stand naked in front of that 'man who knew all of her most intimate body part and from which he was not attracted at all. But anyhow: the pacts are pacts!
"You're forgetting something," criticized the bearded man. Roxane snorted. He took the pillow and took them right in the middle of the bed, then crawling on all fours, I lay down on his fat belly. It was just lying, that came the first blow of beater. The body jerked Roxane: he always did more harm, more each time. Mentally began to count: would have to be twenty. He would make it today to bear. After the tenth, Etienne went around the bed and stood on the other side. He was a perfectionist: the enormous ass was to be fought evenly.
We hope he has a little 'pity, mentally hoped Roxane. Etienne had not! Indeed it seemed that it was part of the beater height increasing. Roxane biting the deck in agony, curled the contracts between his fists to keep from screaming. Pierrette damn!, Railed - always in his brain. Finally, got out of bed, the rear glowing. Etienne filed a beater in a corner, and stared hard into his eyes and left the bedroom. He went into the kitchen to prepare the other thing, that thing for which she had called him. You had to drink the bitter cup to the dregs: he could no longer hold back. Blame the damn disease, which afflicted for several years now. Thankfully, that there were only a few days and would end!
On January 7, Mr. Etienne took the first bus, the dawn, and disappeared from the country. Forever.

Dinner time. I know, but I can not turn off the computer .. not now .. Dinner time passed for five minutes. "Julius, Valeria come down" well you put my mother to cry. Absolutely turn off lazy and go down. The usual scene of the family every night. My mother runs back and forth from the kitchen arranging things. I watch from the stairs. I have always liked me, and has a particular relationship. It 'a woman in her fifties, is always very nice to me, still has an enviable physical and despite my arrogance against him, I love her, sometimes deliberately provoked. Housewife, strong character, has always used harsh methods to teach us. My father, sitting head of the table is a hard man, bad, do not ever show affection, the only thought is to work for him, shares the methods of my mother. And then there's her sister, Valeria. Graceful as usual down the stairs, is a year older than me and is absolutely divine. Slender, a beautiful breasts, slender legs, wearing a short dress, but by no means vulgar, always collected hair and hazel eyes make me a slave to his small, even if she does not know. Good-natured, proud, we are very close.
Sitting at the table to start dinner. My father usually quiet chat with Valeria school while I continue looking down to eat, I do not want questions, but at some point the discussion moves on me, "Julius Then you're ready for tomorrow?" I look at my father a little 'uncertain, I know nothing about "tomorrow?" request.
My father looks at my mother will not let him even talk about "Next you know how Julius, gliel'avrei said before going to bed" start worrying "Mom exactly what you had to tell me?".
Without answering he gets up and clears the table, I hate when he does that "someone please tell me what should I do tomorrow?" I look at my father and then my sister looked a little 'out of patience "after your mother tells you," my father gets up and goes front of the TV signal that the conversation with him is over, I left my sister .. "So what? That is going tell me what to do? "Whisper" I can not tell me you know .. "we whisper," I beg you by .. CSF is what I did? "I begin to review every action the last few days but I lost already taken part I find nothing that can still be punished.
"No, no, but you have to do .. and CSF you make it once a year you know not? "I understand now; block, terror, fear, anger," No, no .. "I put my head on the table" do not tell me! "My sister told me to stroke its head" by I've done last month, is not so hard. " Our mother appears from the door, still wearing her apron catches us by surprise. Look at my sister with severity "Since the family notices from you?" Valeria says the look of a sudden hush, I think the catastrophe is about to happen .. "Mom was my fault, I told her I wanted to know, it's just my fault .. and then, then did not say .. I still do not know, "I try to save the situation but my mother never works" you do not meddle with you after I get them to terms; think you tease me? "look that glares at me, my sister gives me a nudge as to tell me to shut up, "Mom is not just telling them that things last forever, after all the must-know" "And you think it's fair to know from you?" "no .. I'm sorry "Valeria looks down, things are looking bad, I look stunned the exchange of words between my mother and my sister, I can not believe it's my fault. I feel Valeria says again "is not right but what do you do with him! And 'I'm not true that I have to say things, but if he asks me, I am not silent. "Is not the first time I defended but the words are decided. Falls silent for a few seconds, the tension is high.
Then my father with his usual slow moving it up from the couch. "Valeria, location!" Just one word for us has always been a command, an imposition, to make us understand that is going to get a harsh punishment. There is no question anymore, but this time I can not leave the situation as at least we try again, "Dad, my spanking, I was the one to ask." Silence .. Only a great silence. My sister is with great dignity into position without saying a word. I envy you at times, she whines, pleads no, he never does, is not one that gives you satisfaction. Rest your hands at the table, stretching his back, spread your legs and waits. As I look slowly began to get excited .. I struggle to keep myself composed as my hand began to play around with jeans, mistakenly thinking that no one at random to me, but my mother would quickly notice "not see Julius excited please!" ashamed and embarrassed once I move, where the I know that I have to be. When one of us is punished in the presence of the other, the punishment must not stay behind and watch the whole punishment. From my position I see the beautiful butt of my sister who is waiting impatiently. The butt is still covered, motionless but my father takes a stand and pick up the dress. Small tremor of my sister. Now the only protection is a thin pair of panties which reveal the buttocks. I know it will long remain there. Very slow to take off the belt from his pants and doubles. I am very excited, the erection goes in his pants while watching the scene, my mother's eyes on me. I feel guilty and cmq I really fear for her. I get the impression that even tonight I will remain unpunished and the idea of ​​finding myself in the same position with Valeria watching me already hear the heavy humiliation of what might happen.
In total silence the voice of my father is like a slap "Miss very well before you start let's say" behind her, belt in hand, stroking her buttocks "what not to do?" Qs is typical with the usual question My father begins every punishment you can imagine the response it will never be what he has in mind. Valeria immediately responds "I'm not that I have to tell Julius that he has to do" silence .. Then suddenly dry and I get the first painful spanking with the hand "wrong." Valeria starts, moaning slightly but remains firm "is not you that you have to give any kind of information in this house, okay?" The tone is hard "is Dad."
"Now strength, raises good sit, spread your legs and begin" My sister is the system better, but obedient cmq resigned without protest and my father begins.
The belt cuts through the air and pops every time he hits the seat of my sister. One, two three .. ten .. twenty times ... My father strikes with precision both buttocks with each stroke and not the element of rest for the ass of my poor sister. Valeria stirs, groans, moves her ass swaying but not bat an eyelid. After twenty strokes does not ask for pity and does not cry, instead I'd already bent to the ground to stop asking. I close my eyes every time he hits her. I can not stand the noise it makes. As the belt stops moving she keeps her hands anchored at the table. My father pulls down her panties to her knees. He now has a small failure, but also proud embarrassment, her voice still high, says "Daddy no!" My father never misses an opportunity and the spanking with the hand "silence". From my position I can see well the show that offers the intimacy of my sister. The erection becomes uncontrollable and avoiding the gaze of my mother's hand back to rub on his jeans. When he makes even his legs spread apart, leaving it completely exposed to my view. His sex is perfectly shaved and seems to already be wet, as soon it could happen to me. The already reddened ass, is full of signs after another 30 shots that Valeria bear with difficulty. I see that contracts continually moving about in small jolts at every stroke. My excitement is at its maximum. Valeria moans but does not speak, I imagine his embarrassment at being so, and exposed to the mercy of not only my father but also my mother and me that we observe the scene. After 50 total shots my father stops. Oblivious of everything continued to stroke gently. Caresses the buttocks and two taps. Signal over punishment. I pull myself together for a moment while my sister is recomposed. Is raised, it is now clear how he felt embarrassed, bright eyes and red face. A qs point there would be punishment, but strangely enough my father is my sister's coat is covered with a groan pulling up her panties, I see you stroking his buttocks, in pain but without saying a word. Concentrate on you as they are thinking back to his ass and my erection even I realize that my father took me by the arm and pulls me toward the couch. It 'a moment and drags me with strength, not even time to protest. Two slaps me and I quickly shot down his pants and boxers, the erection explodes in a moment I have no time to cover me because my penis begins to beat on hard with the belt. The pain I feel is horrible but it's nothing compared to the humiliation I feel turning to Valeria that is setting the scene, eyes wide open. Past the shock began to scream in pain and I struggled up with the only conclusion to slam against the couch and fall. On the ground with his pants down and an erection that still beats I cover a little 'and started crying embarrassed to beg, as my father did not stop hitting me everywhere. I hate myself for not being as strong as it was her but was too much for me. "Dad please spank .. but not too bad .. it makes them "lost looking for the look of my mother asking her help that I know will not come. How can I defend myself but I, as always, an immense desire to come to touch despite the consequences. At one point my father raises strong stomach and makes me lie down on the couch. I struggle and stumble, it is he who keeps me up. Look at my mother "and prepares the sofa spoglialo" goes away. I know he will use his wand. My mother slips off her shoes, "Mom you do it. spank you please, not him, do it, please let's go upstairs, it's mom, we go on .. "my requests unanswered continue while my mother bare as a baby, rest only with the shirt, do not protest, but the shame is unbearable, I just wish my sister was not looking. It puts me right where the erection of two pillows continues to pulsate with the only result of make me want more. I groan and jerk a little. ' I feel at the mercy of the eye of my sister that I know is behind me. I hate to be so, sit up ready to be impressed. After a seemingly endless time I returned my father. Wand in hand slicing the air. No questions for me, and immediately start "well open your legs" order "Dad, just not in the middle please" beg before you start. I feel really silly. He does not even answer me, and begins to hit first slowly then faster and faster. It is methodical strikes wherever it happens, in the middle, top to bottom, to the hilt, it makes no difference. I acted, I would like to have some 'dignity as Valeria, but I'm not like her. Pulling your feet, stretch out your legs, but serves no purpose, I feel the burning mixed with an incredible desire to enjoy while rubbing my penis hard jerk on the cushions while, I know that feeling of immense pleasure mixed with a sweet and slow suffering. After a while I start to cry a little trying to close my legs that my father makes me constantly to keep open. Suddenly I feel that way while screaming orgasm is close, but do not want anyone to notice. While I think these things my body has its own life and I can not stop. Indulge your chopsticks while I let the orgasm explode. The happy moment is short-lived. I begin to wonder who has noticed or if anyone will notice. 50 I slapped her ass bright red, burning an indescribable, are no longer excited me and what remains is a huge shame. My father stops. "Standing" orders. I wake up in pain, I try to dry your tears. I cover my hands, I know I'm dirty, I pray that no one sees it but my father knows all too well, "I see that you liked, we start?" Rest in silence, heads down, hoping that everything will end quickly. Like every time the question comes, tonight, but only at the end ... "what to do tomorrow, Julius?" "Dad medical examination."