Samantha’s First Punishment [MF] (My Sister-in-Laws: Part 3)

Hey everyone I had some time and because of all the interest, I decided to go ahead and post part 3. Feed back and messages always welcome.

Over the next couple of weeks things continued and progressed with Samantha. She was being more helpful around the house, she was behaving herself and listening when Amy or me asked her to do something. I noticed Samantha had stopped going out to hook up with guys. When Amy was at work we fucked like rabbits. And when Amy was home I either got emails about what Samantha did while listening to us make love, or I would have discreet teasings of Samantha going on. Like controlling her toy from my phone. Or at one point while Amy was reading, I took Samantha in the kitchen, with a hand over her mouth. We had done anal a couple of times. I had to be gentle because of my size and her own limits. But she absolutely loved when I would fuck her pussy, then slide in her ass as much as she could take and finish.

Then Samantha got daring. It was again my day off and Amy’s night to stay late. I had come home from work, showered, emailed Samantha, and went to sleep. I had asked her to do a couple of things and wake me up after Amy was gone using only her mouth.

I felt it. A warm tongue sliding along my cock. Wet lips lightly sucking the tip. I groaned quietly as I work. Feeling her lips run along the side of my cock then take fully half into her mouth as her tongue massaged the shaft. I was on my side. Odd.

I opened my eyes. I was laying on my side like I usually do by the edge of the bed. Samantha was on her knees watching me with a mischievous look as she licked and sucked my cock. She was fully naked. And I could see where I was that she was sitting on the dildo I got her, ever so slightly grinding on it while holding it with one hand. She moved down to suck on my balls before licking back up. It was sexy as hell.

But. I felt Amy pressed to my back. Still breathing deeply. The sun wasn’t up yet. There was a couple of hours between me going to sleep and Amy getting up. I took a deep breath to keep from panicking. Luckily Amy was a deep sleeper.

I lay still, allowing Samantha to continue. Feeling in my lust and distress the pressure building in my balls. Small wet sounds and grunts as she sucked me deeper and deeper, not choking or gagging but pushing her own limits. I could see the wetness between her thighs. She reached up, and as she forced herself as far down on my cock as she could, she pinched her nipple and tugged it. A moan escape her as tears ran down her cheeks and drool down her chin.

Then Amy’s alarm went off. Samantha jerked back from my cock with a wet pop that was mostly hidden by the alarm. I saw her lay down and work herself under the bed. Glad I hadn’t built the solid base yet. I was somewhat amused to see the dildo still inside her.

I used the sheet to slowly wipe my cock dry while Amy rolled over and snoozed her alarm. When she rolled back, her arm draped around me. Then her hand idly slid down my stomach as her breasts pressed my back. She found my hard cock, leaking precum, and paused. Then started lightly stroking it. Her thumb running over the tip. I felt her lips on my shoulder. I groaned.

Her grip tightened and she lightly bit my shoulder. I rolled over and her hand stay on my cock. I wrapped her in my arms. I kissed her deep, rolling on top of her and spreading her legs. When she wakes me up like that I am aggressive and direct in my half-asleep state. Half-asleep sex is some of the roughest we ever have. In the tumult of emotions and arousal I had, it was no problem to recreate that. Lifting her legs and pushing inside her as she moaned and cried out. Quickly ravaging her. Scratching, biting, deep hard thrusts that quickly brought us both to climax.

As I rolled off she kissed me and sighed. She told me good morning and was glad she could help with that morning wood. I told her good morning and hoped she had a good day and pretended to drift back off yo sleep. I listened to her get up and get ready. When she left to go to the bathroom, I heard wet smacks and soft moans under the bed. Samantha was enjoying herself. But oh boy was she in trouble. I think she knew it and wanted to finally experience a real punishment. I had never gotten specific about what those were. She had gotten a few smacks on the ass that made her yelp and left handprints. But nothing serious.

She moaned loudly and I felt the bed rock with her hitting it. Then went quiet. Soon Amy was back and finishing up and left for work.

Samantha waited for a time and came out from under the bed, flushed, her thighs wet, and looking excited. She saw I was awake and climbed on the bed, grabbing my still wet and half-hard cock.

“Man. That was close. But so fucking hoy. I can’t wait to taste you now. Her pussy cream looks delicious.” She started to put her mouth on me.

Nope. I was mad. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and dragged her over me, pinning her face down on the bed as I rolled over on her and sat up. I smacked her ass hard enough to make her yelp.

“You fucked up, little slut. I told you to wake me after she left and you did what I asked. You instead got cocky and risked ruining every thing.” “I..” She started and I spanked her again making her yelp.

“No. Today is going to be punishment. And I had a nice day planned for all of us, Amy included later. Now, pet, you are going to see what happens to bad sluts that risk our happiness.” I smacked her again and let go of her neck, red marks from my finger pressure still there.

“Go kneel in the living room with your hands behind your back until I come for you.” I told her. She mumbled a yes sir, looking down as she slid off the bed. I followed her and watched as she sank down on her knees in front of the couch.

I left her and went to the bathroom, cleaned up and got ready.

When I came back with my back pack I held up a hand for her to be quiet. I sat down on the couch behind her with my boot pressing against her foot. She knew this was drastic. Often I wore at most boxers around the house while Amy was gone. Just like she often only wore her collar and maybe a thong. Now she had on the collar and nothing else while I was fully dressed in a button down, black jeans, my usual black tac boots, and black hat.

“You were a bad girl, pet. You playfully disobeyed not only my requests but our biggest rule. All because you saw it on a porn video and thought it would be fun. That wasn’t being a fun and dirty pet. It was being an out of control whore and potential home wrecker. So today you need discipline.”

“I’m sorry.” She sniffed. I could hear a bit of anger in her voice.

“I don’t think you are, yet. I would love for me and Amy to be polyamorous. But she is against it for now. And I was fine with that. But you complicated that. Forcing yourself on me. And I wanted it and have run with it in the worst way. So. We have rules for a reason. Because we are both being assholes to Amy.” She just hung her head as I spoke. But I knew her. She was angry. And still excited. Not remorseful. And I doubt I could make her remorseful. But I would teach her discretion.

I pulled the blindfold out of my pack and placed in on her. I slid the low coffee table over in front of her. I bent her over it, face to the side and cuffed her wrists behind her back. Her ankles went in the spreader bar. Then when she was positioned right I ran rope in a cross pattern around her and the table. It was snug enough she couldn’t move but could breath comfortably. No excessive strain on her back or rope cut in dangerously. She whimpered a bit.

Then I took my time with my hand and the flogger. Making her apologize and repeat that she wouldn’t be a home wrecker. Her ass was absolutely covered in bruises. And red stripes showed on her thighs and a single one across her pussy made her scream even with me severely reducing the impact.

There were tears on her face and she was apologizing profusely until I told her to be quiet. Next part. I pulled out the vibrator and took my time. I worked until she was moaning loudly, begging me to continue and fuck her. But then I stopped. She growled in frustration.

“Nononono. Please. I’m sorry.” She whined. I smacked her bruised ass and she screamed and went quiet.

I used her wetness and pressed the plug into her ass. She moaned and I was worried she got off but no. She was still pent up.

“Now you are going to sit here and think about what you did until I’m ready to continue. Remember your safe word if you need it. I’m angry, but you are still safe with me.”

“Thank you, sir.” She mumbled. I gripped her hair and lifted her head a fraction making her wince and I kissed her. Then to make sure she knew the punishment was not finished I smacked her ass and make her whimper and tear up again. After checking her restraints to make sure they weren’t dangerous I left to take care of some things around the house, checking on her every once in a while and making sure she wasn’t sleep.

Finally I came back. I knelt behind her and used the vibrator again. “Nonono, no more. Please. Let me cum. I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry, it won’t happen again. I” I smacked her ass and she went quiet with a whimper. Yet again I didn’t let her finish.

“You want my cock so badly. Be good and you get it whenever you want. But be bad and you have to wait.” I took her hair and tilted her head, sliding my cock along her lips. Then I pressed the tip in as deep as the awkward angle would allow before pulling it out.

I undid the ropes and her hands. She looked hopeful until she realized the spreader bar was still in place. I let her stretch a moment. Then pushed her back down.

“We’re not done.” I removed her plug. Amused at the noises she made. Then I pulled out the anal hook. It was the one toy of Amy’s I was bringing in, and I would make sure to clean it well. I showed it to Samantha. She looked nervous.

“What the fuck is that?” She asked.

“Just remember. Cucumber.” She bit her lip and nodded. I worked the hook into her ass and she whimpered the whole time as I tied it to her collar and gave a few tugs. Then I took the rope and guided her back up to her knees. She shuddered.

“Now. You are going to write Amy a very sweet thank you letter for letting you move in and helping you despite you being an ass at the time. You will offer to help her and request what you can do for her.

Then you are going to write me a letter. Apologizing, thanking me, and offering yourself to me. Be explicit. It will be for my eyes only.”

She nodded and took the paper and pen. I sat there the entire time. Toying with the hook. Lightly petting her pussy or spanking her. Tugging on her nipples. Eventually she finished after several rewrites.

As she was working on my letter, Amy called. I showed her, told Samantha to be quiet, and answered. She was taking a break and we chatted. I continued toying with Samantha until she couldn’t help a moan.

So I stood up, stopped her, took her by the hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth until Amy was done talking.

Samantha finished her letter soon after.

I read them over. Amy’s was sweet and sincere. Mine would get me hard every time I reread it after.

After reading them, my hands still lightly tugging on the rope, I spoke up.

“Now. Do you realize why you are being punished.”

“Yes sir.”

“Why?”

“For being a homewrecking whore and not your good little slut.”

“And?”

“And I will be more careful. Thank you, sir. For everything you have done for me.”

I regarded her for a moment. Then removed the spreader bar, pushed her back over the coffee table, removed the hook, and licked and fingered her ass and pussy until she squirted. Moaning and thanking me. Then I lost control. Pounding her from behind. Picking her up and pounding her in the air. Throwing her on the couch. We ravaged each other before cuddling on the floor.

After that we cleaned up everything, showered together, fucked again in the shower, and then relaxed a bit. When Amy got home I was reading and Samantha was in her room.

Amy and I spent some time together. Samantha gave Amy the letter. Amy came up with some things Samantha could do to help and a few days passed normally. Amy noticed at dinner that Samantha winced when she sat. Samantha just explained that she was fine. She had just fallen and bruised her butt. Samantha helped Amy, after all they were chores I would punish her for otherwise. And a few days later I helped Samantha get a learner’s permit and started teaching her to drive.

Amy was amazed by Samantha working for the first time in her life. And I just smiled and agreed that sometimes people just needed a hand and a push.

Thanks for reading everyone.

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