My Discipline – Part 9 [M/f] [Unique Spanking] [mmm/f] [Multiple Orgasms]

My dad got back from fighting forest fires after 6 weeks. I could tell he missed me. His first Saturday back he and I spent quality time for most of the day with me in ‘the stocks’. It started with me being locked kneeling with my arms above and behind my head. He used quite a few implements on my boobies. Every square inch of my breasts were screaming when he finished, and I felt like my nipples might fall off. Then I was locked on my hands and knees on the table top. He used a rubber band to snap my anus over and over and over. It was red and puffy by the time he tired of hearing my squeals and shrieks. My final position was on my back with my knees bent and apart so he could work on my inner thighs and genitals. He swung the belt swiftly giving me purple welts from my knees to my hips. Then he switched back to the rubber band to give focussed discipline alternating between my hairy outer labia and my very pink inner labia. The finale was when he held my pussy open and did a couple firm snaps right against my clit. I cried and involuntarily pulled at my restraints. Accidentally trying to get away it earned me one more, only this time he carefully pulled back my clit hood and snapped my nub directly. I was glad my dad was home safe, and I ended up walking funny and avoiding masturbation for a week to celebrate it because of how sore my tits and especially my crotch was.

Mom always wanted to keep me feeling embarrassed and ashamed, which she did a great job of. Dad on the other hand was interested in how bad it hurt. He liked to talk about my discipline in the days after, once my penance was paid, to gauge how he did. He asked “how you feeling today kiddo?” after the rough punishment the day before. He poured me a glass of orange juice. I said “My boobs are killing me. I had to sleep in a bra because just moving around hurts. Don’t even get me started about going up and down the stairs.” I showed him my bruises because he liked to see them. He pushed a stool at the breakfast nook out for me to sit. I shook my head, declining saying “My butt hole is way to tender for that wooden seat” and he chuckled. “What was the worst part?” He asked eagerly. I said “You know it was the rubber band. My crotch is covered in black and blue dots from where you got me. And snapping my clit was just mean.” He pinched my nipple through my shirt “you know you deserved it. Start behaving or I’ll be forced to do it again”. I said “I know”. Then there was a short silence. He asked quietly “how many do you think you could handle in a row on your clit?”. I have him a sly look but answered “6”. Then he asked even quieter “what about with your hood pulled back?” I finished my juice and turned to leave for school. Just before I got to the door I turned back and said “3”. He smiled and nodded as I walked out.

Another little change besides dad getting back was with Timmy, Dean, and Rob. I never asked mom if Timmy still has any authority over me, I just assumed he did even though he wasn’t the ‘man of the house’ anymore. As such I continued to greet them after school as they’d become accustomed by lifting my dress or dropping my jeans, etc. to show them the panties or bra I wore that day. But instead of stopping there they would say things like “show your tits”, “Let’s see that bare ass, and spread your cheeks”, “pull your panties to the side”, “let’s see those panties around your ankles”, or similar type requests so they could see my private parts daily. They usually didn’t have me strip naked, and instead preferred me dressed but ready to show them my genitals when requested. I would have to guess that the guys wanted to have sex with me, maybe even my brother, but that they must have agreed not to do that amongst themselves. They let me play video games with them and hang out, and I felt accepted with real friendship. With that real friendship came the perks associated with a girl like me. Watching a movie while having your hand down your best friend’s sister’s panties was one. They all three boys enjoyed just playing with, squeezing, and touching my labia.

Feeling me up and touching my private parts was a typical weekday occurrence. But every so often the boys would have a sleepover at our house on a weekend. Those became interesting and important bonding times. I would always spend the evening completely naked. They would get my plugs out and other things they wanted to try in my holes. I guess I’m not sure why they never got out their penises and tried to fuck me. Maybe they were shy in front of each other or were worried that at 14 their dicks would look too small. Whatever the reason, the evenings became about fucking me with objects trying to make me cum as many times as possible. Cucumbers, action figures, fingers, toes, and bottles all became fair game for shoving up my ass or in my little wet cunt. It was hard not to build lasting friendships as I orgasmed on a root beer bottle as Dean slid it in and out of my pussy as I sat on his lap. Or as I had another while Rob fingered my ass while rubbing my clit. And it was difficult not to respect my younger brother’s authority as I squatted over his foot and got off for the 7th time in the evening to his big toe in my pussy. Sleep over were some of my fondest memories, and I always went to bed exhausted, sweaty, and having had 6 to 8 orgasms.

I was not quite 17 and I had already discovered the lifestyle I wanted to have, and I was super lucky to have a Mom, dad, brother, and friends that were willing to help me down my choosen path. I felt blessed.

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