The Pain Stays the Same

Chapter 1

Jan and Carl stood, as they had so many times before for their father, hands clasped behind their backs, and listened to their step-mother lecture them.

“You may think that just because your father’s gone now, that you can do whatever you want to, that you don’t have to obey any more. Well, I’m telling you right now, you’re wrong!”

Andrea, their step-mother, was standing before the pair, arms akimbo, not two feet in front of them, with a scowl on her face. An imposing woman, she stood a good foot taller than both of her step-children, dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accented her large bust and the rest of her figure in all its splendor.

“The fact that your father has only been in his grave four days doesn’t mean that you have any fewer responsibilities or that you are not subject to the same strictures that he established for you, when he was alive. As a matter of fact, I think he was far too lenient with you two. I think you are both spoiled and disobedient and need to be taken down a few pegs. I’m just the one that can do it, too! Believe me!”

At this point Jan began to tear up, and Carl lowered his head in fearful disappointment.

“Now, I have given you both orders an hour ago to clean up your rooms. Let’s go and see how well you’ve done. Follow me!”

Like lambs being led to slaughter, the teens fell in line behind Andrea, as she led the way to Carl’s bedroom. His room was tidy, all clothes hung up in the closet, and his bed made in an orderly fashion.

Andrea first attacked the bed. “Your bed needs to be made up as they do in the military, young man, with military corners, so that I could see a quarter bounce on the blanket. This is slop!” With that she pulled all the bed clothes from the bed and dumped them on the floor, leaving a bare mattress residing on the springs.

She next moved to the doorway leading to the hallway and, stretching her hand up above the doorway, swept it over the sill above the door. When she brought it down, it was covered with dust. Clucking her tongue, she moved over to the closet door, repeating her hand maneuver with the same dusty results. More clucking!

Moving back to the closet, she leaned down to pick up a pair of Carl’s shoes. She ran her fingers over the leather before tossing them on the bare mattress. “These shoes haven’t been polished for ages!”   

The pair of teens, totally disheartened, followed Andrea into Jan’s room with exactly the same disappointing results. She was even able to find a spot of dried soda on Jan’s desk, which she removed with a great flourish by rubbing it thoroughly with one of Jan’s bras, before dropping it ceremoniously on the floor. She then ordered them to follow her back to the living room, which they did, looking somewhat like chastened puppies. 

“There is no excuse for the mess we’ve just seen. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

“We didn’t know…”

Before Carl could finish his statement, Andrea whipped her hand across his cheek with a mighty smack. Within moments tears were dripping down his cheeks, and he was struggling to keep from reaching up to soothe his burning skin, aware of his father’s lasting pronouncement that they were never to try to ease inflicted pain, be it on the cheek or anywhere else on their bodies.

“I don’t want to hear excuses, cry-baby! You two have got to learn right now, I will not abide your sorry excuses for stupidity. From this day on there will be a new management around here, and you will pay the consequences if you don’t straighten up! Now, both of you, strip!”

There was a moment’s pause while the two teenagers sadly looked at one another.

“If I have to say it again, things will be twice as bad for you both. Now, strip!”

As both of them began crying in earnest, they slowly began removing their clothes. Jan began audibly sobbing and was quickly ordered to stop the noise unless she wanted extra punishment. Soon they both stood at attention, totally naked, hands by their sides, as had been instilled in them by their father, when he began punishing them years before.

Jan was able to stifle the sobbing, but she couldn’t prevent her breasts from bobbing up and down as she suppressed the noise. As they stood there, Andrea started walking around them, assessing the remnants of past punishments on both their bodies.

Both had ugly purple, blue and yellow stripes and blotches across their buttocks and the back of their thighs. She also noted several stripes across the front of Jan’s thighs and several bruises on her breasts.

“Well, I see you both have a few reminders of your father’s last beating two weeks ago. You probably would have had a couple of more punishments in the last couple of weeks if he hadn’t had his heart attack ten days ago. I aim to make up for it today though, after seeing the shape your bedrooms were in.”

Jan began sobbing again, and it wasn’t alleviated any by a wicked slap across her right breast, which was hard enough to set both breasts bobbling in motion.

“I said to cut out that sniveling, girl.”

Again, it was all Jan could do to confine her sobbing to chest contortions, as her breasts began bouncing up and down rhythmically.

Andrea cautioned them not to move, as she went to the hall closet and removed a sturdy bamboo cane and returned to stand before her step-children, swishing the cane through the air menacingly as she moved.

“Now, for disobeying me by not cleaning your rooms properly, you will each receive twenty strokes of the cane, and I expect you to count them for me as we go.  If you fail to do so, the blow will not count. Understood?”

Both teens nodded. “Jan, we’ll take you first. Move out here in front of your brother. Now, turn and face him.”

Andrea moved behind Jan and made a couple of practice swipes through the air, the swishes scary enough to cause the tears to begin pouring from Jan’s eyes, even before the first blow.

SPLAT! The cane whizzed across Jan’s buttocks, crossing the center perfectly.

“OH GOD, ONE, MA’AM.” Andrea paused to let the sting take hold before adding the next one.

SPLAT! Another stripe across her cheeks, a little lower than the previous one. The previous blow began to show as an angry red stripe. AAAHHHIEEEE…..TTTWO, MA’AM.”

Another pause, then…. SPLAT!

“OHHHHHH, GOD….OHHHH….Three, MA’AM”

And so it went as Jan’s buttocks turned white then red, with angry ridges indicating where each blow had landed.

Jan managed to call off each number, but by the time Andrea had delivered the eighth blow, Jan was at first bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling merrily on her chest, then around the twelfth slice her legs actually began running in place, her boobs flying about in total disarray. Tears were flying about, as well, and her counting came in screams, mixed with gargling sounds and hiccups.

On the twentieth blow Jan sank to her knees and she couldn’t help trying to rub the soreness out of her poor scarlet butt cheeks.

“I told you no rubbing, young slut. Now you can take another one. Stand up here!”

Jan stopped rubbing her buttocks but remained on her knees, crying like a baby.

“UP, NOW!”

Reluctantly, Jan slowly rose, whereupon Andrea hit her with the cane one last time with all the strength she could muster. Jan’s legs began to move in double time, as she tried to assuage some of the pain. This, of course, caused her boobs to dance about merrily. With a satisfied smile Andrea told her step-child she could return to her place next to Carl.

Jan, her face bloated and streaked with tears, stepped back next to her brother, trying with all he might to avoid rubbing her butt cheeks. She looked down at her brother as she took her place and noticed that his penis was semi-erect. She turned her head away. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it in that condition, because her bouncing breasts during her punishment apparently always seemed to affect his libido somehow.

And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Andrea moved over to face Carl, grabbing his semi-erection in her right hand.

“What’s this? Do you enjoy watching your sister get a caning? Your little dickie seems to be saying you like to see her get a beating.  Is that so, pervert?”

“Nnnooo, ma’am.”

“Then why am I holding a woodie? Tell me that!”

“Iiiii…..I get hard sometimes when I see…Jan’s….breasts….bob up and down.”

“Well, that still seems a little perverted to me. So, while your sister is getting her ass beaten and receiving all kinds of pain, and her boobs are bouncing around you’re getting your kicks watching her.” Andrea began squeezing and rubbing Carl’s penis harder, which only caused his prick to harden in the process.

Carl began to perspire a bit, and, after fifteen seconds or so of manipulation, his penis had grown to full length. Jan, still dripping tears from her beating couldn’t resist looking out of the corner of her eyes to see Carl’s woodie protruding beyond Andrea’s cupped fingers.

“You’ll just take any port in a storm, huh. You even get a hard-on when you talk to your step-mother, you dirty-minded boy. What have you got to say for yourself, weirdo!”

“III’mmm ssssorry, Ma’aam. IIII… dddon’t mmmmeeeaaan… any dissssressspect.”

“Well, you’re certainly showing it, trying to show off your hard-on to the two people who shouldn’t be looking at it in the first place. This calls for some extra punishment, I think. Get over there where your sister was. I believe a good solid caning will make you forget your wicked thoughts, for a while anyway.”

With this Andrea pulled her hand away from Carl’s rigid cock, and he dejectedly plodded over to where his sister had taken her punishment, his hardness bouncing awkwardly in front of him as he did.

Andrea grabbed up the cane, placed herself behind her trembling step-son and, after warning him to call out the number, took a practice swipe with the rattan before winding up and striking Carl on his buttocks as hard as she could.

SMACK!

“Ahhhoooooo!  One, ma’amm!”

SLAP. The next one, dealt equally as hard, landed on the line between the bottom of his buttocks and the top of his thighs, perhaps the most vulnerable and painful spot to hit. “AAAAiiii, oh, Jesus! Two, Ma’am!”

SPLAT! “Ooooohaggghhh! Threeeeee, maa’aaam!”

Andrea paused, as she enjoyed doing, giving her victim plenty of time to savor the pain from the latest blow before applying another.

SLAP. “ORRRRArgggh. That’s four, Maa’aaam.”

As the beating went on, the ridges on Carl’s butt cheeks and thighs became more and more pronounced, turning fiery red eventually. Carl stood his ground moaning and crying out until the ninth time the cane hit home, at which point his trembling legs began to run in place, causing his now-limp prick to begin bobbing up and down, until, eventually, it was banging against his stomach each time his legs went up. Jan noticed the phenomenon with interest, though it certainly wasn’t sexual. She just felt very sorry for her brother and the pain she knew he was suffering.

Finally Andrea with one last mighty swing delivered the twentieth-fifth blow, and Carl bent his legs and let his hands rest on his knees, panting as if he’d just run a mile. Andrea moved around to his front, looking down at his now-flaccid penis with interest.

“Well, I see you’re not feeling quite so sexy anymore, huh, pervert? Maybe you need a beating more often to keep your dirty mind off lusting after your sister and me. We’ll have to see. Now suppose both of you go to your rooms, until I call you down for supper. You are forbidden to wear any clothes until school tomorrow. Is that understood?”

Both teens nodded their heads and moved slowly up the steps to their respective rooms.

Chapter 2

When Andrea called them to dinner they appeared in the kitchen doorway timidly, still naked.

“We’re going to eat here in the kitchen tonight. I noticed both of you ended up with a few open bloody spots on your asses, and I don’t want to take a chance on you bleeding on my nice dining room chairs. You can eat in here on the wooden chairs.”

“Could I please eat standing up, Ma’am?” Jan asked.

“Of course not, silly.  You both will sit like adults and put up with the pain.  That’s why you got your beatings.”

The teens moved over to the table and tried to sit gingerly, but the pain of their painful skin brushing against the wooden chairs made both of them wince,

as they tried to find some comfort. Neither spoke during the meal, except when they were asked a question by Andrea, who kept up a steady patter throughout the meal.

When they were finished, Carl asked if they could be excused, and, of course, Andrea ordered them to stay.

“I have some questions to ask the two of you, and I expect honest answers. If you lie to me, I’ll take you back in the living room for another round with the cane. Jan, I notice your nipples are very erect.  Do you play with them a lot?”

“No, Ma’am. They just naturally stand up like this.”

“What happens if you play with them?  Do they stand up more?”

“….Yes, Ma’am,” and Jan bowed her head in embarrassment.

“Play with them now. Let me see what happens.”

Jan, terribly embarrassed, looked down at her nipples, then back at Andrea, and finally, blushing, glanced over at her brother.

“We’re wasting time.  Get busy, unless you want another whipping.”

Jan slowly brought her hand up to her left nipple and began gently fondling it.

“Harder, damn it! Squeeze that bugger like you meant it!”

Jan began to squeeze her nubbin with some force, and, when she took her hand away, it stood up tall and erect.”

“Good. Now, how often do you masturbate?”

Again, Jan hesitated, and her blush returned. She looked in alarm at Andrea, somewhat like a mouse caught eating a piece of cheese.

“Uh,….once or twice a week, I guess.” She lowered her head in embarrassment.

“And what about you, Carl? How often do you do it, and don’t lie to me? I’ve washed your sheets and, I’ve seen the stiff white spots on them.”

Now it was Carl’s turn to cringe and lower his head. “I guess maybe …four times a week.”

“BULLSHIT! You do it almost every night, don’t you?”

“Well…..sometimes, Ma’am.”

“You’ll get a spanking before bed for lying to me, young man! Now, I want both of you to stand up right here and bring yourselves off.”

Both siblings, alarmed, looked at each other in horror, before a roar from Andrea made both of them leap out of their chairs and stand timidly next to each other. In the process they both managed to open the bloody spots on their buttocks, which had stuck to the wood on the seats of their chairs.

“Stand next to each other and begin jerking off, or whatever you call it. If I see any more hesitation, we’ll move into the living room for another session with Mr. Cane.”

Jan’s left hand immediately flew to her crotch and her right hand slid up to massage her left nipple. She began diddling her clit, pinching and rubbing away. Reluctantly, Carl moved his hand down to his limp penis and began sliding his hand back and forth on it. Within a minute or so Jan was beginning to dig deeper with her fingers, squeezing and rubbing as fast as she could and starting to moan quietly. Soon she was moaning more loudly and both hands were performing in double time.

Carl’s embarrassment was preventing him from getting even the semblance of a hard-on, no matter how hard he rubbed. He looked up in shame, as his failure became more and more evident.

“Jan, Carl is having problems. Keep rubbing yourself with one hand and begin jerking your brother off.”

Jan’s hesitancy was met with another vocal blast from Andrea, and she quickly took her hand from her rigid nipple and began rubbing Carl’s dick, while continuing to work on her now-hardened little clit with her other hand.

This was enough incentive to bring him to semi-hardness almost immediately. Within a half minute, mortifying redness returned to his face but his penis was at full staff, and he began to pant slightly. Jan’s orgasm hit her shortly afterward, and she pulled her hand away to use both of them to bring herself off. When her breathing returned to normal and she had obviously come down from her climax, Jan looked over at Andrea with guilt and renewed embarrassment.

“I don’t remember telling you to stop bringing your brother off, slut. Now you can do it the other way. Get down on your knees and take his prick in your mouth.”

Jan’s head swung around to look at her step-mother in absolute horror. The stern look on Andrea’s face told her she wasn’t joking.

“OH..OHHH nooo, pleaaaase! I’ve never done….Look I’ll start rubbing him again, see…. He’s still hard. I can bring him off in just a minute.”

“If I don’t see you on your knees with that prick in your mouth in ten seconds, I will beat you so hard you’ll stand up for a week.”

Terrified, with tears gushing from her eyes, Jan sank to her knees, looked at the staff before her eyes for a moment, then closed them, opened her mouth and moved her head forward. She felt the head slide across her tongue and reach the back of her mouth. She slowly began to move her head back, then forward again, and soon she had a rhythm established.  In…out…in…out…and she made herself try to think of something else, but all she could do was feel that hard rod sliding back and forth….back and forth in her mouth.

Suddenly, Carl tensed up and Jan felt the spurts of juice strike the back of her mouth. There was so much jism, it was all she could do to keep from swallowing it. Soon her mouth was full of the slimy stuff and she began to swallow a bit of the salty white goo. When Carl finally stopped spurting, Jan opened her mouth and let the slime slide down her chin and drip onto her breasts.

“There!  That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Jan looked at her with an expression of complete disbelief but said nothing.

“Now then, I think that’s enough for tonight. I’ll do the dishes tonight. You two go on up and get ready for bed. Remember, no clothes until you go to school tomorrow. Now, hop to it. I’ll be up to tuck you both in after I finish here.”

The two siblings hastened to leave. As they were climbing the stairs, Carl apologized to Jan for her having to sodomize him. She shook her head and immediately moved into her room, shut the door and began to cry like she had never cried before.

Chapter 3

Andrea was in seventh heaven.

She now had two ready-made victims available to take her sadistic proclivities out on, whenever she wanted. The only problem was that her step-children were not willingly cooperating with her desires. Perhaps with time and practice that would change. 

For the next week and a half the two of them were like angels, doing whatever she asked, no matter the difficulty or distaste for the chore, their rooms were kept immaculately, their grades excelled and their attitudes were exemplary, even when they were forced to do deplorable things like cleaning out the garbage cans or toilets with their bare hands. She would occasionally make them masturbate in bed for her before she turned out the lights, but they had steeled themselves to smile and perform with haste and simulated pleasure.  

Finally Andrea decided to “take the bull by the horns.” If they wouldn’t give her an excuse to take her sadistic pleasure out on them, she’d invent an excuse. She went to the local dirty book/sex shop, and, finding the magazine section, she leafed through the SM periodicals until she found two that surprised even her in their sluttishness, rampant nudity and perverse acts of viciousness.

She paid for them, took them home, and, after reading both from cover to cover, rumpled them up to avoid having them look brand new. She placed one on the floor in the back of Carl’s closet, behind his shoes, and the other on the shelf in Jan’s closet, next to a couple of old baseball caps.

After a pleasant dinner, where the siblings had tried hard to participate in the conversation, discussing their days at school, Andrea had them do the dishes before she ordered them into the living room.

“It’s been a week since I inspected your rooms, and I think it’s important that we continue to keep the decorum of the house at a maximum, don’t you?”

The siblings nodded assent and followed Andrea to Carl’s room first. Andrea pretended to search for some sign of dirt or negligence, saving the closet for last. After running her hand over the sill over the door and finding it clean, she delved into the inner part of the closet,, finally reaching down to look at Carl’s shoes. She brought out the magazine with a flourish and an exasperated “Oh, my!”

“What in God’s name is this? Oh, my God, it’s a filthy magazine! Jesus, look at the things they’re doing!  Whips and dildos and all sorts of depraved activities! Where did you get this, Carl?”

“IIIII…..don’t know, Ma’am. I never saw it before.”

“Lying to me will not get you out of a severe punishment. Now, answer me. Where?”

“III….III…realllly don’t kkkknow, Ma’am.”

“We’ll see about that! Now, let’s go on to Jan’s room. Follow me!”

The teens timidly followed Andrea as she stalked into Jan’s bedroom.  Andrea’s inspection was cursory, at best, since she was eager to find the other incriminating evidence. Within half a minute she had worked her way over to Jan’s closet, and soon found the other magazine, letting out a sigh and expletive of disgust.

Waving the magazine in Jan’s face, she began beating Jan with it, slapping her face and body over and over.

“It’s bad enough that Carl is into this sickness, but to think you’d lower yourself to reading this trash is just too much.  When did you start fantasizing about being beaten, or do you go the other way?”

“NNNNoooo, MMMMaa’aaam! I don’t know anything about this.”

Of course they both knew Andrea had set them up, but they had no way out. They were at her mercy.

“Well, you’re both gonna get it, not only for having these filthy magazines, but for lying to me.  Get into the living room and remove all of your clothes, while I go out and pull off some willow branches. You’re both gonna be really sorry this time.”

So, as both teens slowly descended to the living room, the tears began to stream down their cheeks.  

When Andrea returned with four long pliant willow branches, both teenagers were standing naked, hands tucked behind their backs with teardrops racing down their cheeks. The sight of the willow branches once again set Jan’s breasts to heaving, as she attempted to stifle her sobs.

“All right, let’s get started with you Carl. Jan, kneel in front of Carl.” Jan immediately expected she would again be forced to fellate her brother, but once she had knelt, Andrea ordered her to take the head of Carl’s penis firmly between her thumb and index finger and pull it toward her as hard as she could, telling Carl to stand exactly where he was on penalty of additional punishment if he moved one inch.

Jan, gingerly at first, then more firmly, on Andrea’s threat of punishment if she let go, grabbed Carl’s prick head and pulled it vigorously toward her. It was all Carl could do to keep his place.

Suddenly, without warning, one of the willow branches swept down upon the top of the proffered dick with enough force that it almost wrapped itself around the extended pole. What followed was an almighty scream that filled the room with a cacophony of sounds. Almost at once an angry red line appeared across the flaccid prong.

Andrea continued to flay Carl’s defenseless penis eleven more times until, by the time she had finished, his dick was one solid series of red lines interspersed with little ridges of white. Carl was not only bawling his eyes out, his throat was choking and drool was dripping from his mouth. But he had managed to stay in the same spot. Andrea gave him a couple of minutes to settle, telling Jan it was her turn, and that she was to lie on the coffee table.

Jan knew this did not bode well for her, but she quickly obeyed, moving over to lie down, so that her legs hung over the end. When Carl had recovered sufficiently, Andrea ordered him over to stand at the end of the coffee table where Jan’s legs extended and to pull them up perpendicular to her body. When he had accomplished this, he was ordered to spread Jan’s legs apart and keep them spread as far apart as possible, under threat of further harm to his now aching tender penis.

Carl followed orders and, knowing it was wrong to but unable to avid the temptation, looked down to see Jan’s wide-open hairless vagina, as he had never seen it before. The puffy pink lips were widely separated and between them lay her inner lips and above them he could just make out the little hood protecting her clit. He wanted to look away in embarrassment, but the sight fascinated him, so he stared at her slit intently.

Suddenly he was shaken out of his gaze by the application of the first blow of a willow branch which landed splat just to the left of the slit itself, landing squarely on Jan’s left labia. Her scream almost matched Carl’s earlier outburst, but in a higher octave. In a few moments a white line appeared where the branch had landed and Jan began sobbing and crying out with gusto.

Then began eleven more of the switch’s terrible lashing of Jan’s pussy, some hitting directly on her sensitive vulnerable inner lips, others veering to the left or right smashing onto the puffy outer lips. Jan’s screams probably could have been heard next door if there had been any nearby houses. Jan began pleading for Andrea to stop, promising anything in return, but Andrea just kept slashing away. Carl felt so sorry for his sister, but he still could not look away, as, with fascination, he watched Jan’s already prominent lips begin to swell even more, as they turned bright red.

When she finished, Andrea at first ordered Carl to put Jan’s legs back down, but then, as an afterthought, once her feet were back on the floor, Andrea had a new idea.

“Carl, Jan was so good to you last week, sucking on your little dickie until you came in her mouth, I think you should return the favor. Suppose you spread her legs and stick your tongue in there and give her a little relief. I’m sure she’d love it, wouldn’t you, slut?”

Jan continued to cry, hiccupping and snorting, giving no indication one way or the other. Carl hesitated a moment, but as loathe as he was to perform such an act, he did believe it might help relieve some of the pain Jan was feeling.

After spreading Jan’s legs once again, he closed his eyes, raised her feet to the table and slowly, extending his head forward, he stuck out his tongue. When he felt it touch Jan’s soft pink tissue, he began to roll his tongue softly up and down her entire slit, stopping just short of her perineum, before licking back up to the top of her pussy.

After several minutes of applying his tongue up and down her slit, he noticed Jan’s sniffling and crying had slowed to a halt, her slit had begun to develop a coating of oily smoothness, and he began to hear little gasps and intakes of air coming from her mouth. Then he began to hear little moans and sighs, as he started concentrating on her now-exposed hard little clitoris. She actually began rocking back and forth, as though she was having intercourse, lifting her hips, as if asking for penetration.

Suddenly she let out a groan, which made him think he’d hurt her somehow, but when she followed it with an ecstatic scream he knew she had reached Nirvana. He continued to lick away at Jan’s little nubbin until her screams subsided, and her body relaxed totally.

Andrea gave them only a minute or so more before she ordered them up and to bed. Though his penis still ached painfully as Carl lay in bed, the evening had been so stressful that it took him only a few minutes to drift off to sleep. Jan was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Andrea had little trouble drifting off as well, since she had barely crawled in bed before her favorite vibrator was busy bringing on a violent climax, and the euphoria of knowing she had extended her thrall over her two step-children.