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1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter One - Memories of Yesteryear.
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter One - Memories of Yesteryear.
A young boy discovers that he likes to “hang around” with his cousins. He also finds out that being spanked does something other than cause him pain, but he is too young to know what is happening. No sexual content in this chapter. This chapter starts pretty slow so if you just want to read the more explicit stuff, skip to chapter two.
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To understand how I got myself into this, you have to understand that I have a spanking fetish. I have always had a spanking fetish with suspension bondage overtones. In case you aren’t sure what that means, it means that it turns me on a great deal to be tied up hanging upside down and spanked.
Every so often someone will ask me when I first became aware of the fact that I liked to be tied up and / or spanked. Usually they expect me to say something like “it just developed over time” or “I really can’t say.” But I can say and they are very surprised when I tell them “July 17, 1991 at 3:45 in the afternoon.”
Their eyes always go wide and they always ask, “How can you be so certain?” Then I explain about my uncle’s farm and my cousins and the super hero swing.
It all started when my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to spend a summer on the farm with uncle Frank and aunt Lena. They had three children, a boy, Dave, age 15, and two girls Beth, age 14 and Barb, age 12. I was nine at the time and small for my age. I think one of the reasons mom wanted me to spend a summer on the farm was so that the older neighborhood kids would quit picking on me so much - as if older cousins would be any kinder than the neighborhood bullies.
Mom had wonderful memories of growing up on a farm, but let me tell you, there is nothing more boring that being out in the middle of nowhere for day after day after day of hot sweltering summer with nothing to do but chores. Uncle Frank was too cheap for a satellite dish so the TV could only pick up three stations - and one of them was public TV with not much but educational programs and kiddie shows. It didn’t make much difference anyway because Aunt Lena thought it was bad for someone to spend too much time indoors. It was always, “Go get your chores done.” or “Go outside and play.” or “Find something to do outside.”
Usually we would go out to the barn to get away from her. It was a big, old dairy barn that hadn’t actually been used for livestock in quite a few years. I think they must have had riding horses at one time because there were some leather harnesses and a couple of crops hanging on one wall next to some stalls. There was also a long strip of leather that looked like a belt with a handle. I once asked Dave what it was and all he would say was, “Believe me, you don’t want to know.”
On one side of the big open area of the barn was a tire swing that hung from the floor supports for the uppermost level. One of the things we liked to do was to see who could swing the highest in that swing. Like I said, there wasn’t much else to do. One day Dave lay through the tire and ran as fast as he could until he began to swing upward. He held his hands out in front of him and said it was almost like he was flying.
That’s when we decided that this was our super hero swing. We would run until the tire pulled us up off the ground and then we would fly like superman back and forth until the swing came to a stop. Or at least, that’s what Dave and Beth and Barb did. When they finally let me try it, I fell out and hit my head on the floor hard enough to start it bleeding really bad. Dave carried me back up to the house and aunt Lena packed ice on my head and wrapped it in an old towel until I stopped bleeding.
Uncle Frank cut down the tire after that. My cousins were really upset with me. “Way to go, dork! You ruined it for all of us!” After that they pretty much ignored me so I ended up mostly by myself around the farm.
About a week after the tire got cut down, I was out playing in the barn and decided to try to swing on the rope that still hung in the center of the barn. I could still reach it from the floor, though I couldn’t get it swinging very much. I decided that if I went up into the second level above the milking area, I could use a long broom to pull the rope back over to me. Then I could swing out from that upper area and fly across the open area of the barn.
I tried swinging out and back once and realized that holding on to the rope was harder than it looked. If I wasn’t careful, I would end up falling again. So, I tied a big loop in the rope and put my body through it. That was much better. As a matter of fact, with my body through the loop in the rope, I was sure I could do a really great super hero flight. I had the loop in the rope around my waist and was ready to run off edge, when I remembered how I had fallen out of the tire.
I knew that if I fell out of the loop, I be even higher above the ground and probably really hurt myself. So, I slipped out of the loop and went down and got one of the leather harnesses. I tied it a couple of feet above the loop and then wound the leather around my wrist. That way, I could keep myself from pitching too far forward as I ran off into the open space - or so I thought.
Nothing went as I expected. That’s the way my life has always been. Nothing ever goes as I expect it to. Almost as soon as I started to swing out over the open area I began to fall forward. I pulled on the leather in my hands to catch myself, but the knot I had tied above me came loose. I pitched even farther forward and begin to slide out of the loop. The heavy rope around my middle was now dragging and scratching downward against my legs.
Even worse, the extra leather of the harness was loose and flapping around in my struggles and winding around my arms. Suddenly it flipped up between my elbows and both of my arms were pulled together like the legs of a calf in a roping contest.
With my hands tied together, I was sure I was going to bash my brains out against the floor of the barn. I started to scream as I felt myself drop, but suddenly I stopped falling with a painful jerk to my legs. The loop that had been around my waist had again tightened and was now very snug around my ankles.
That was the good news. The bad news was that my shorts and underwear were also very snug around my ankles. The rope had pulled them down - or up - as it slid down my body. I was now swaying back and forth, hanging upside down in the middle of the barn, naked from ankles to shoulders.
Oh, yes, losing my pants wasn’t enough. My shirt fell down over my arms as I hung there. I tried to get myself loose, but between my shirt and the twisted leather, my arms were pretty well bound and useless,
The shirt was hanging in front of my eyes and I couldn’t really see much, but I knew I wasn’t as far up in the air as I thought I would be because as I struggled, I could occasionally feel straw with the tips of my fingers. Things weren’t hopeless. I knew that if I could just somehow get my feet loose and drop to the floor, everything would be all right.
But that’s not how things work for me. Things didn’t get better, they got worse.... much worse. I saw a flash of light that meant that someone had opened the barn door and I heard Beth giggle and cry out, “Come see what superdork has done this time.” The light flashed again and soon I could hear Dave and Barb also laughing.
The three of them gathered around me. All I could really see were ankles and feet. Dave had shoes on; the girls had on sandals. Someone patted me on my butt and I heard one of the girls say, “He does have cute little behind.”
Then Dave said, “He looks more like a tether ball. You girls good for a game of tether ball?” Then he smacked me hard on the butt causing me to start to swing toward one of the girls.
“Coming to you, Beth,” Dave yelled.
“Got him,” Beth cried and smacked me hard on the other cheek as I swung past her. I started swinging faster in a wide circle twirling slightly on the rope as I passed from cousin to cousin. Barb smacked me, then Dave then Beth, then Barb again, then Dave again. As I got back to Beth I had turned slightly so I was facing her. She reached around and grabbed my legs to push me over to Barb and as she did, I could feel her breath almost between my legs. “Hey, it looks like he has a little stiffy!” she cried out. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
She turned me and pushed me over towards Barb, who smacked me even harder and said, “What do you have in mind?”
Dave hit me really hard and said, “We’ll think of something later..., this is too much fun for now.”
I don’t know what they would have thought of, because at that moment my aunt’s voice filled the air, “What in the hell do you think you are doing!?”
“David Andrew, Bethany Marie, Barbara Sue, get over here this instant. Who did this to him? Which of you tied him up? Someone is in for a session with the tawse!”
Beth stammered a little but said clearly, “None of us did it, mom. He did it to himself.”
Aunt Lena came over to me and yelled, “Who put these ropes on you son? Did you do this to yourself?”
“Yes, but...” I sputtered, and tried to explain, but as soon as she heard the word “yes” Aunt Lena screeched, “You pervert!”
“You like to hang around naked, do you? You like to have your ass smacked do you? Well, let’s see how you like this!” With that she walked over to the wall and took down the long belt with a handle. Evidently that was what she called “the tawse.” I could see her striding back to where I was hanging and suddenly she began wailing away at me. I stopped spinning and just swayed back and forth with her repeated powerful blows. Each strike of the leather was pure agony. My poor bottom was on fire. I kept trying to tell her that it was all an accident, but she just kept spanking and spanking and spanking.
As she continued, it hurt more and more and more. My butt cheeks were on fire, but then suddenly it all changed. Suddenly it was very different, and I realized to my amazement that I liked the sensations that were coming from my backside.
Yes, it hurt. It hurt like hell, but it also felt strangely good. It lit fires deep inside of me that I did not understand. I was too young for it to be truly sexual, so I guess what happened would be have to be called a “pre-orgasm.” It was an intense, beyond-pain sensation of pure pleasure.
Finally aunt Lena stopped and said, “Dave, get him down from there and bring him up to the house. Let him stand in the corner in the dining room until your dad gets home.”
Dave reached under my shirt and started unwrapping the leather that was wound around my arms. By the time he was done, my shirt had slipped the rest of the way off my body. He then turned his attention to the knot on my ankles. After messing with it for a while he said, “I’m going to have to cut this to get it off you,” and he reached into his pocket and got out his big folding buck knife. After a few minutes of him sawing at things, I suddenly felt the rope let go and I dropped to the floor of the barn.
Dave held up my shorts and underwear and grinned at me, “Sorry about that. I had to cut these up also. You are going to have to go up to the house like you are. But before you go, we are going to finish punishing you for almost getting us a session with the tawse.”
He then sat down on a small barrel and pulled me over his lap. He said, “I’m going light on you because mom already gave it to you.” Then he swatted me twenty-five times on my ass with his hand.
When he was done, he said to Beth, “You’re next. Give him twenty-five and let’s hear them hit.” Beth took his place on the barrel and he laid me across her lap. I don’t think she slapped any lighter than he did, but I began once again to feel the pleasure sensations.
“Your turn Barb,” said Dave. She replied, “I don’t want to,” and Dave replied “You’d better or I will come up with some way to for you to end up with a session with mom and the tawse. I don’t want you tattling to her later about this”
So Barb sat on the barrel and I laid across her lap and she spanked me twenty-five times, but I could tell she really didn’t want to. She kept stopping between hits and stroking my butt cheeks. My ass was so sore that even her soft touch hurt, but I could also feel that intense pleasure sensation building again within me.
Finally it was all over and Dave said, “Let’s go up to the house. It’s a quarter to four. Dad will be home in about an hour and you had better be standing there in the corner of the dining room with you nose against the wall.”
The three of them led me across the barnyard over to the house. I was even more embarrassed and humiliated walking naked behind them than I had been hanging upside down in the barn. Dave said, “Keep up super dork or I will have to get one of the lead ropes and drag you along like a stubborn donkey or stupid pig.”
Then Beth said, “Look, he can blush all over his body. He is almost as red as his butt.”
When we got into the house, it was 3:45 in the afternoon. That was July 17, 1991 and from that day and that hour onward, I knew that I like to be tied up and spanked.
Later that night, Beth came to me in my room and said she wanted to tell me that she was sorry about what had happened. She said that she explained to her mother that I had been trying to use the rope as a swing and somehow had accidently slipped into the position she found me in. She said her mom’s only response was, “That boy could trip over his own shadow. Maybe he didn’t deserve all of what he got, but it just might teach him to be more careful next time.”
Beth asked if there was anything she could do to make it up to me. She said she would be willing to do anything. I hesitated and then spoke, “Next time uncle Frank and aunt Lena have to go into town for the day...” Her eyes widened as I spoke... “and they take Dave with them to help carry stuff...” Her face flushed a bright crimson... “while they are gone, would you and Barb tie me up again and spank my naked butt until it is as big and red as it is tonight?”
She grinned and answered, “I’d love to. I might even have to go up into the attic and find those ping pong paddles we put up there a couple of summers ago so mom couldn’t find them.”
Uncle Frank and aunt Lena and Dave went into town almost every Saturday. It wasn’t such a bad summer after all.
End Chapter One
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