Chapter 5
The desire to spank or be spanked, just as any other form of sexual play, is not relegated to any particular social structure. It is found in the wealthy and poor alike. And, just as other forms of sexuality are found in the family, so is spanking. The age of the participants apparently has no factor, either.
This social behaviorist has located people in their seventies and eighties who enjoy spanking the naked bottoms of others, and not a few enjoy receiving the spanking.
In most cases, the person desiring the pleasure-pain of a spanking is not concerned about the age of the one who performs this function, as long as the end result is sexual pleasure, and in most cases, to the point of a climax.
Spanking involving incestual behavior is considered somewhat rare, yet I have found enough cases to make me believe it is on the upturn of sensual play just as all types of incestual sex is growing in our society.
In the following case, I have presented two views of the spanking syndrome of a brother and sister. These two, Cal and Anita, did not discover their mutual desires until in their twenties. Both are married, and Cal is the father of two children. Anita, though, has not born a child as yet. They are two years apart in age, with Cal being the oldest at twenty-six. What makes this case interesting is the fact that the wife of Cal, and the husband of Anita, are not aware of the spanking desires of these two, and the fact that they did not develop an incestuous relationship until just a year ago. First, we will present the view of Cal.
You might say Anita and I found out about our desire to be spanked and to spank, came about by accident.
I was off work that day, and on my way home, I decided to stop at my sister's house and pick up a pair of hedge clippers. Her husband doesn't earn much money, and neither do I, so we more or less agreed to share such things. I loan my mower to him, and I borrow other things.
It was early in the afternoon, and her husband was at work. Anita was sitting out back, wearing a sunsuit and having some iced tea. When I called out, she answered and told me to bring her some ice cubes. I carried some out to her and plopped down in the lawn chair across from where she was laying back in the lounger. It was somewhat hot that day, and she was sweating so much the waist of the sunsuit was soaked.
"Cal, you remember when we were kids," Anita said. "Remember how Daddy used to spank us for almost no reason at all?"
"Christ, do I!"
"You know, now that I think about it, it wasn't so bad. Not really."
'Well, I guess not, but it hurt like hell just the same."
Anita has a slender body, and her legs are her best feature. They are long and tanned a golden color, and the sunsuit she had on was extremely short. From where I was sitting, I could see right up one of the wide legs of it, and the elastic of her panties was visible. I was somewhat surprised to find myself actually desiring my sister right then. I had never thought of her as a sexual person before, but as a sister who could be mean to me at times.
Now, though, looking at her legs and seeing under the sunsuit and the edge of her white panties, I found myself getting a stiff prick. I shifted around a bit in the chair, hoping she wouldn't notice the lump in my pants.
"Now that I'm all grown up," she said, "and think about those spankings, I don't think they were so bad at all."
She sat up then, spreading her legs on either side of the lounge and I couldn't help but glance at the crotch of the tightly drawn sunsuit. I almost fell out of my chair when I noticed a few strands of her pussy hair sticking out of the edges. She had never been so exhibitionistic before. I quickly pulled my eyes away from her crotch and lit up a cigarette, hoping to conceal my interest.
"Maybe they weren't so bad, at that," I agreed with her.
"Tell me, Cal, did you feel anything other than the pain?"
"Well ... maybe," I answered, wondering what the hell she was driving at.
"It hurt me when he first started spanking," she said, a dreamy expression coming to her eyes. "But after my tail warmed up, it felt good. I mean ... it was a real nice feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that after the first pain was over, it felt so good I would almost ... almost ... well, like when I make love. You know what I mean?"
I knew what she meant, all right. She was telling me that when the old man paddled her ass she would come close to a climax. Why she was talking about this, and the way she was, I had no idea. Anita had never been one to be sexual or even indicate she had an interest in sex, as far as I knew.
"Yes, I would feel as if something was about to happen to me, but it never did." She went on. "I used to wait for it to happen, but he always stopped spanking me before I could find out what it was."
"But you know now, is that it?"
"Oh, yes! I know exactly what was about to happen to me!"
"If the feeling was so good to you then, why don't you have your husband paddle your ass?" I asked.
"Oh, I've asked him to do it, but he called it a perversion and said he wouldn't do any such thing."
Anita gazed boldly at me, her thighs stretched wide on either side of the lounger with those dark pussy hairs showing. I had an inkling of what she was getting at, and I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved in such a thing, especially with my own sister. I wasn't all that naive about sex. I had heard about the people who enjoy spanking or being spanked, and it always seemed to end up with fucking.
I had no reply to what she said, so I just remained quiet, fidgeting from the way she was looking at me. She had a strange expression in her eyes that I didn't even want to speculate about. Her posture wasn't doing me much good, either, because it only made my prick get all the harder. I crossed my legs in an attempt to hide myself from her in case she peeked. Anita drained her glass of tea and stood up, stretching in the warm sun. Her tits strained against the thin concealment of her sunsuit, her ass arching out.
"I've had enough sun for the day," she said. "Why don't we go inside and turn the air conditioner on?"
She started walking across the grass on her bare feet, and I could resist looking at the swing of her ass. The sunsuit was very tight across her ass and those cheeks jiggled beautifully in movement. I had never really looked at her before, but what with the things she had mentioned, I couldn't help but wonder about the way those things would look naked. I suppose I should mention here that I've always thought a woman's ass was the prettiest part of her body. My wife had a fine ass on her until the two kids were born, now it spreads out all over hell's half acre!
When we were first married, I tried to get her to let me fuck her in the ass, but she always refused. Now, following my sister's swinging ass into her house, I wondered if she let her husband fuck her between the cheeks. She turned on the air conditioner as I closed the door.
"Cal, I've been thinking lately," she said, sprawling in a chair with her legs wide apart. "I'd sort of enjoy being paddled again. If only my old man would do it! Just once ... I think that would be enough for me. I just want to see if it would happen to me by being spanked."
I couldn't say anything to that, but when she stood up again and turned her back to me, her swelling ass jutting out somewhat, I felt a sudden urge to swat her across the tightly drawn material of her sunsuit. Call it telepathic or extra sensory perception, whatever you want, but Anita looked at me over her shoulder, walking backwards until she had her ass close to me.
"Do it, Cal," she said. "Slap me across the ass just once--hard!"
I told her she was nuts.
"No, I just want to find out if I'm right," she said, shoving her ass out so that it was cutely displayed. "Go ahead ... slap my ass with your hand!"
By God, if that's what she wanted, then I'd do it. I drew back my hand and laid a good, loud smack on her cheeks. Anita yelped and jerked her body away from me, both her hands rubbing up and down her ass.
"That hurt!" she complained.
"What the hell, it's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said, her voice changing as she rubbed her ass like a child. Then she turned around again, jutting her ass out once more. "Whack it again! Only not so hard this time."
I smacked her ass a couple of times with my hand, hardly with enough force to swat a flea.
"More! Do it some more like that!"
It was crazy, but we stood there in the middle of the floor, me whacking her ass with my hand. But I kept it up, and soon she was trembling. She asked for me to start hitting her harder then, so I began to lay in on her. As the pain became more intense to her, she began to sob and cry, but kept her ass jutting back for my hand. Her own hands were clenched into fist, pressed tight at her hips. After about five minutes of smacking her good, she shuddered and pulled away from me. My palm stung like hell, and I noticed that my prick was no longer hard. I didn't enjoy spanking her a damn bit, but from the expression on Anita's face, I knew damned good and well that she had come off in her panties.
I left her and went to their garage and found the hedge clippers, then I went home. I was bothered by my emotions. Not because I lost my hard-on while spanking her, but because I had wanted her to spank me! Can you imagine such a thing ... and after all the paddlings I got when I was a kid.
That very night, I attempted to get my wife to spank me, but she wouldn't have anything to do with it, calling it a deviant practice the way Anita's husband had done. We wound up in an argument, and I said a few things I shouldn't have. You see, my wife is one of those girls who believes there is only one way of having sex, and that's with me between her legs and fucking her that way. She would never even let me stick my prick in her from behind. Anyway, the argument became quite heated, and I found myself stalking out of the house and getting into the car. I drove around for a while, then found myself on my sister's street without knowing how I got there. I pulled into the drive and stopped. I sat in the car for a long time, thinking about what Anita had felt this afternoon.
She must have noticed my lights when I pulled into the drive, and after I didn't go in, she came out.
"Oh, Cal," she said, leaning on the door. "I thought you were my husband. He's late getting home. What are you doing here, by the way?"
"I've been kicked out," I told her.
"She finally got enough of you, huh?" Anita grinned at me. "Well, come on in and I'll fix up the couch for you."
I went into the house with her, noticing she had changed into a blouse and skirt. Her hair was down and she had fixed up her face. Anita looked very pretty.
She took sheets and a pillow and fixed up the couch for me. Then we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"What was the argument, Cal?" she asked me. "Oh, it wasn't anything really," I told her. "I bet I know what it was," Anita teased. "Sure, you know everything, don't you?" I sneered.
"You tried to get her to spank you, didn't you?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, I saw the way you got hard this afternoon, brother dear," she giggled at me. "I also saw the way you lost it when you spanked me."
"Smart-ass."
"Yes, my ass did smart," she giggled again. "Listen, Cal ... since you didn't enjoy spanking me this afternoon, but tried to have your wife to paddle your ass, why don't I do it to you?"
"Christ, Anita," I snorted, but I could feel my cock start to lift up. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Like hell I don't," she grinned obscenely at me. "Cal, you'd enjoy getting your ass spanked, so don't lie about it. Tell me, when Daddy paddled you, didn't you feel like coming off in your pants?"
"Don't be vulgar."
"Well.. .didn'tyou?"
"No, not really. But if you'll keep it a secret, I'll tell what I did do after he finished."
"What?" she sounded excited.
"I would jack off, that's what I'd do!"
"Ohhhh ... that's delicious!" she squealed.
For a few moments we sipped at our coffee. Then she did what I was hoping she would do. She stood up and told me to come with her. I followed her into the living room. She told me to stretch out on the couch, and I did it. She pulled a belt from someplace and before I was prepared for it, she began to spank my ass as hard as she could. Man, that belt hurt like a son of a bitch! I yelled at her to stop it, she didn't pay any attention to me. Time after time she smacked that belt across my ass. The pain was getting to me and I tried to keep from crying in front of her. But I wasn't very successful. The tears started coming, and I tried to dig my fingers into the sheets she had placed there for me to sleep on. That belt hurt so damned much, my ass was on fire! But I'll tell you one thing, my prick was so goddamn hard I thought it would bust all over the place!
"Enough!" I yelled at her. "That's enough!"
She dropped the belt and stood there, her breasts heaving from the exertion and, I'm sure, a great deal of passion. I flopped around on the couch in pain for a few moments, then Anita said, "Now, why don't you go into the bathroom and jack off?"
I didn't even wait to question what we were getting mixed up in. I jumped from the couch and ran to the bathroom, whipped out my prick, and standing over the toilet, I beat the hell out of my prick. When I came, it was so forceful and so much, my balls hurt. As the last of my come dripped out, I heard the soft laughter behind me, and turned to see my sister standing in the doorway. "Well, was it good, Cal?"
I became embarrassed now that the passion was over, and I replaced my prick without cleaning it up. I shoved past Anita, feeling her tits brush over my chest. I went into the kitchen and had myself another cup of coffee, trying to figure out this mess. Pretty soon, Anita came in and told me her husband had called, saying he was going to put in overtime through the night. Hell, I didn't hear the telephone ring, that's how deep in thought I was.
Anita sat down across from me, her eyes bright. "Did you like that, Cal? Was it a good come you had?"
I couldn't deny that it had been one of my best, but I didn't say so to her.
"Well, Cal," she said after a pause, "Why don't you call your wife and see if she's cooled off. Or do you want to spend the night here with me--a-lone?"
Anita had that strange expression in her eyes again, and I found myself excited with the idea of being spanked again by her. I got up and went to the telephone, called my wife, told her where I was and that I would be home when she cooled off.
My sister grinned at me when I hung the phone up. "Now that you've reported in, Cal ... what shall we do for the night?"
"Stop teasing, Anita," I told her. "You know damned good and well that this is wrong. But still, you know exactly what well do, don't you? You don't care about us being related, do you?"
"What's that got to do with it, Cal? You enjoy being spanked, and I enjoy spanking you. That's all that matters. You don't have to spank me if you don't want to. I get enough thrills from whacking you on the ass."
Well, it was out in the open now. I agreed with her that I liked having her belt my ass, but now that we had become honest with each other, I told her I would much rather have my ass naked.
"That's fine with me, Cal," she said. "I like to paddle a naked ass even more. Come along, we can use the bedroom now that my husband won't be home. We can undress there and I'll spank your ass until you can't sit down for a week."
In the bedroom, we sat for awhile and smoked, talking about spanking, and the more we talked, the hotter I became. It wasn't very long before my prick was throbbing up inside my pants again. Anita saw this, of course, so she stood up and without embarrassment at all, began to strip her clothes off. I decided that if she could do this without feelings of guilt, then so could I. I removed all my clothes just as she had done, and my prick was waving around as the excitement of having my naked ass paddled by her. Anita looked at my prick for a moment, then reached out and pulled it a couple of times.
"My, your dong is much larger than my husband's," she said, her hand wrapping around it.
"Stop teasing, damn it!" I told her. "Stop playing with me and paddle my ass!"
I flopped onto the bed and shoved my naked ass up to her. Anita stood behind me, then started smacking me with both hands, beating on each cheek of my ass as if she was playing drums. The stings and sounds of her hands on my ass sounded very erotic, and my prick was about to go off again. I started crying out for her to stop, but she didn't pay any attention to me. My ass was burning as if she was touching me with a flame, but it was the best thing I had ever felt in my entire life. Christ, but it was agonizing--and very good!
"Don't you dare come all over my bed," she said as she whacked her hands against my ass. "I don't want you messing the sheets up. My, how red your ass is getting, Cal. Ohhhh ... I feel like I'll come any second! Ohhh ... listen to those sounds, would you?" she squealed from behind me. "Is your dong hard, Cal? Let me see."
She stopped banging on one cheek, but she kept it up with her right hand as she felt between my legs with her left. She gripped my prick in her fist and jerked it up and down as she paddled me, and the sensation was out of this world! I thought for sure she would jack me off while spanking me, but she stopped just in the nick of time, otherwise I would have come all over her bed.
Anita stopped whacking me and squatted on the floor, looking at my raw ass with a gleam of intense passion in her eyes. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she panted with heat. I turned onto my side, facing her, and started jacking my prick off right there.
"Wait, Cal," Anita said quickly. "You don't have to jack off, unless that's what you like. You can fuck me if you want."
"Yes! I'll fuck you!" I cried out, getting up from the bed. "But, Anita, I want to fuck you in the ass! Not the pussy! I've always wanted to fuck a girl up the asshole!"
She grinned at me, and without protesting, she got onto the bed on her hands and knees, her knees at the very edge of the mattress. I looked down there at her white, smooth ass, seeing the way it spread and the brownish asshole was right there before me. She lowered her back and pooched her ass toward me, her pussy between her thighs too. It wasn't pussy I wanted, it was that tight, cute butt-hole I was after.
"Okay, Cal," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "There it is ... shove it to me! If you want ass, then start fucking it, Cal!"
I wasn't one damn bit gentle with her. I was far to steamed up to pay any attention to the subtle foreplay. Having my ass spanked was all the fore-play I needed. Both my cheeks still stung and smarted nicely from her paddling, and I grabbed hold of my cock and rammed it straight into her asshole without concern about hurting her. Anita yelped as I stabbed up her ass, but she shoved right back at me and took all the prick I could give her, my balls slamming at her wet cunt.
I dug my hands into her hips and started fucking, so excited I could hardly watch the way her asshole stretched around my prick. Man, I fucked the shit out of my sister that night. I shot my come right up her asshole while she squirmed all over the bed, howling with delight.
Twice more during the night she spanked me, and after each time I fucked her in the asshole. Both of us were pretty drained when morning came. I wanted to stick around and, after a little rest, start all over again. But Anita told me her husband would be home by eight o'clock, and I had to go to work anyway.
Well, you wanted to know about us, and that's it. That was almost a year ago, and Anita and I are still at it. It's always the same, too. She spanks me and then I fuck her in the ass. Man, it's wild!
That is the view of Cal. Although he stated he was somewhat reluctant to get involved with his sister, we can see by the way he presented himself that he didn't struggle with his conscience very hard or very long. He states that he was aroused by viewing the edges of her panties, then by the exposure of a few strands of her pubic hair.
We also see that he was perfectly willing to spank his sister, and had become so aroused, he created a fight with his wife, subconsciously hoping it would give him an excuse to return to his sister. We also find that, from his statements and the following one of his sister, that the spanking was not accidental as he said.
Let us now see what Anita had to say about the initial incident.
"Cal may think it was accidental, but he's wrong. You see, what I didn't tell him was that when our father spanked me, I would have an orgasm every time. I also lied to him about my husband.
"When I was first married, I told my husband about my desires to be spanked and he was more than willing to do it for me. I'm one of those change-around girls. I can get enjoyment from spanking or by being spanked. Of course there's a difference, though. I can come off when I get spanked, but when I spank someone else, I don't. My husband doesn't like to be spanked, and since I enjoy watching a naked ass become nice and red, I had to find myself another partner, one who would let me spank him. This way, I can have my husband spank me to make me come off, and I could have a different man to paddle for my other sexual feelings, if that makes any sense to you.
"When I get spanked, I don't have any need to get fucked at all. But when I make an ass burn like fire, then I want to be fucked and I don't care where the man shoves his cock ... asshole or cunt, it's all the same to me. I can come off either way.
"Yes, Cal thinks it was accidental, but I planned the whole bit. I was pretty sure he would come over to my house that day, because he had mentioned that he was going to trim his hedges on his next day off. That's why I was in that sunsuit. Hell, I even made sure some of my pussy hair was sticking out! I wanted to get his reaction to the exposure. I had this feeling about my brother for a long time, and I wasn't bothered at all about such things as incest. The feeling I had about Cal, as you know, turned out correct.
"He didn't think I saw his dong get hard when I spread my thighs on the lounge chair, but I was watching for it. I knew my husband would be working all night since that morning, too. That was why I had everything planned as well as I could. It was lucky about his argument with his wife, because when Cal left after spanking me, I didn't know how I could get him back. That fight was just a stroke of luck.
"Well, when he spanked me that afternoon, I enjoyed a very nice come. I was a bit disappointed when I saw his dong had gone soft, but as things turned out, it was okay.
"When he drove up later that night, I had decided to take things right out into the open and stop screwing around. It was just a lucky guess, along with feminine intuition, that he had tried to get his wife to paddle him that night.
"After we had taken our clothes off, and I had warmed his ass up very nicely, I wanted to get fucked pretty damn bad, but was afraid he wouldn't want to go that far with me. When he started jacking off on the bed, I knew he was hot enough to do anything I asked. I was a bit surprised, though, that he wanted to cornhole me. I had never thought of my brother that way, of preferring an asshole to a cunt. But, like I said, one hole or the other is fine with me.
"I did want him to play around with me a bit first, but he was too hot to mess around at all. When he rammed his dong up my ass so brutally, I thought he had ripped me apart. But once he started fucking, everything was heaven! He brought me to two orgasms before I felt him come off inside my asshole, but I don't think he knew that. He was too excited about fucking me there to know, much of anything.
"When morning came, my asshole was so sore I couldn't even sit down. He had not spanked me at all that night, but I certainly blistered his ass good. When he dressed in the morning to go home and then to work, his ass was a bright red in color. It looked gorgeous that way, too!
"Cal started sneaking around to be with me during the times my husband was at work, and I would spank him severely, after which he fucked me in my asshole. Since we started this a year ago, I've had him fuck me in my cunt a couple of times, but he still say's he likes my ass better. So, that's where my brother usually fucks me.
"There's something else Cal doesn't know about. You see, my husband knows what we are doing. We've talked it over many times and have come to the conclusion that it would be very nice to have someone else with us. That way I can be spanked while he fucks me, or spank the other person, either way. I would dearly love to have Cal fuck me in my ass while my husband paddles his ass with the belt. I'm sure Cal would enjoy that tremendously, too, if only I could find some way to convince him. I've never brought the subject up with him yet, but I'll find a way someday. My husband is all for it, and I most certainly am!
"As far as I know, Cal has never convinced his wife to spank him, because he always comes to me. I'm sure that if he did get her to do it, he would let me know. You know, maybe he's going about it the wrong way. Maybe he should spank her. She's a prissy cunt anyway, and it'd be fun to see her walking around with a red ass!
"Who knows, if Cal can ever get her convinced how good spanking is, and can be, the four of us just might get something going!"
Anita is far more outspoken about her spanking and incestuous sexual relations with her brother than he is. She had no feelings of guilt, as can be seen. She initiated the relationship deliberately, with her husband's approval.
Just how far this relationship will go, only time can tell us.
From the remarks Anita makes, we can believe she will be the one to start things among at least the three of them. It is doubtful that Cal's wife will be pulled into a foursome. From past cases, I have found that a woman usually retains her early impressions of sex, and by the remarks of Cal, who say's his wife enjoys--or permits--sex in only one position, she would be appalled, if not disgusted, by any suggestion that she strip naked in front of others and participate in spanking and then abandoned sexuality.