One of the many sexual encounters of Chase and Tiffany

 

Tiffany Andrews and Chase Walker first met in an orphanage at a very young age. Even though Chase was three year older than the other girl they both looked the same age. The parents of Tiffany were killed in a ski accident in Colorado, and the parents of Chase were murdered in New York; so they had something in common from the start. Because the girls didn’t have any other relatives there were put for adoption right after their parents accidents. Lucky for them they were adopted right away by two nice people Margaret and Tony, who raised them as their own, without ever telling them that they were adopted. The people that took them in made a very lovely couple; and gave the girls everything they wished for. Unfortunately after the girls reached the age of sixteen they starting doing nothing but mischief. After years and years of useless talk, their parents decided the best way to put their brats back in line was to physically discipline them.

One afternoon five weeks after Tiffany’s eighteens birthday both girls lay on the bedroom bed watching Friends when feeling really hot Chase took her top off; without knowing that any minute her sister will turn her attention towards her. Tiffany turned around to face Chase directly, and immediately her sister's mouth went straight to her hard nipples. Reaching the designated target, she began sucking on them urgently like she was drinking out of a straw. The more she played with her sister’s nipples the wetter she got. Tiffany became filled with passion as Chase kneeled and pulled her sister’s white cotton panties off revealing her cute little pussy.

"Get down on the bed," Chase said, as she pushed Tiffany down on the soft mattress. As she spread her partner’s legs, Chase inserted her tongue in her sister’s shaved pussy making her feel something that she never felt before. The feeling was unbelievable. She felt this intense tickling deep inside of her – it felt like a volcano erupting inside of her.  When Chase rolled the tip of her tongue over her sister g-spot, the first of her orgasms hit Tiffany like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pleasure began invading her until she started to shake from every part of her body. Chase's moist tongue found her sister’s juicy clit and began a steady succession of licking and sucking movements that caused Tiffany to cum again. Tiffany reached her hand out to caress Chase's face; who started making orgasmic noises until the girl in question began moaning with desire.

Now it was her sister’s turn to remove her clothing. Silently she unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her heavy breast. Afterwards Chase unhooked her bra and left her only in a pair of white knickers that barely covered her tinny pussy. Tiffany reached out and touching the softness of her sister’s delicious cookie, which felt like the caress of wet gentle rose petals falling on her body.

As she continued the caress between her sister’s legs, Chase took her panties off exposing her shaved pussy. Chase stood motionless for a few seconds, letting Tiffany get a good look at her magnificent nude body. As she noticed the drip of wetness falling from her sister’s wet lips she quickly reached out and caught it; after which she inserted it into her own mouth. The taste of her sister’s juices made her shiver with excitement. Without a word Tiffany lifted her right leg and placed it on her sister’s shoulder leaving Chase's pussy an inches away from her mouth. Tiffany buried her face right into the hot wet cunt and within seconds brought the quivering lady to an exploding orgasm. As both girls held each other in the afterglow of great sex, Tiffany saw the door of her room open and their mother enter.

            “What are you two doing?” Margaret asked in disbelieve.

            “Nothing mother… we where just resting” Tiffany said knowing that the ‘liar-liar-pants-on-fire” lie will never work.

            “You know that you two girls will be severely punished!” said their mother
            “Yes mother” one of the girls answered

Chase was the first girl to pay for her bad choices, therefore Tiffany had to remain standing with her hands on her head and watch her sister receive the proper punishment she deserved.  Her favorite pose was the one where her sister had to bend over a piece of furniture and receive a bare bottom canning, what was so erotic about this was the sight of her slit appearing between her legs. Tiffany watched as her sister’s panties fell around her knees and more of her shaved pussy appearing between her thighs. She began to feel wet as she listened to Chase cry after her mother’s cane landed across her bare bottom. As the cane started making its fine prints on the girl’s lovely bottom, Chase pushed her bottom farther out in order for the cane to have a better effect on her. This way, she thought, the sight will please her mother and make her end the punishment quicker. After twenty strokes Chase started biting her lip from the pain. When her cries got louder her sister knew that Margaret was caning her across the tops of her thighs, which by now must have hurt like hell. Tiffany knew how much the cane burned across the tender skin of the thighs, she used to get punished more times than her sister, and today she knew she would have to endure another episode of discipline.

There was a break in the punishment as Margaret let Chase rest; during this time Margaret's calm voice started lecturing her daughter again, after which Chase promised to be a good girl. A few moments after the break ended she was crying again as the caning commenced. Chase knew that the second part of the caning would mirror the first, as the strokes continued falling across her curved bottom, and then across her warm thighs. Chase was sobbing by the time this part of her punishment ended. Her mother gave her another break. Tiffany stared with excitement as Margaret begun stroking her hair and back. Chase’ face streaked with tears, as Margaret told her that she loved her and that she needed this spanking. After a few minutes, when the girl stopped crying, Tiffany heard her sister’s voice pleading:

"Please mom, don't whip me. I'll be a good girl. Please don't whip me."

Tiffany watched with excitement as Margaret stood to Chase's left side, holding the riding crop in her hand. As Chase begged Margaret not to whip her, she clenching her buttocks and pushed her little pussy into the mattress. As she lay there on her tummy she heard Margaret's voice

"Get that cute ass up, young lady, or I will give you extras". Chase raised her lovely blistered bottom properly in the air, knowing that no amount of pleading would allow her to escape the whipping she was going to receive. Tiffany saw her sister’s tights slightly spreading and exposing her cute pussy; she also started arching her back offering her bottom to the cane. She heard the smack of the bamboo cane across Chase's bottom, followed by her cries, which by now turned to sobs as the punishment continued. When the whipping was finally over Tiffany saw that Chase's bottom and thighs where crimson and covered with welts. After about five minutes she heard Margaret say

 "Over my knee, honey." After she placed herself in the proper position, her mother told Chase she would get twenty strokes on each butt cheek with the paddle and then another twenty on her ass with the bath brush. As she would with a little girl, Margaret pined Chase's right arm behind her, holding her firmly so she could not squirm, or move out of the path the paddled. The paddling had a one-two beat as Margaret spanked one buttock, then the other. Chase was soon crying again, as Margaret paddled her sore bottom on and on. Margaret let Chase catch her breath, and after a few minutes the paddling started again, the smacks had more of a thud this time. Tiffany watched aroused as Chase was being spanked with the bath brush, she also knew and that this was the last part of her spanking. This was the part of Margaret's punishment that hurt the most. When the paddling was over Margaret held Chase, crooning, telling her she was a good girl for talking this much needed spanking. Finally Chase stopped crying after five more minutes. Margaret made her bend over the bed again as she had for her caning and whipping. She had to remain in this position while she listened to Tiffany get her spanking.

Margaret was sitting on the other side of the bed waiting. Tiffany's eye where immediately drawn to the two dark wood paddles that lay on the bed. One of them was long and thin, the other looked like a ping-pong paddle made of a thick dark wood. Tiffany went over and stood in front of Margaret. Her mother took the girl’s hand and guided Tiffany to her right side.

"Over my lap girl." Tiffany's lay across Margaret’s knees with her bottom over Margaret’s right thigh. Margaret caressed her smooth round bottom, sliding her hand over Tiffany 's soft skin.

"Have you been a bad girl? Have you? What were you thinking when you were eating your sister’s pussy?" Margaret asked her.                                             .
            "Yes, Ma'am", Tiffany's answered softly only to the first part of the question. Margaret moved her hand between Tiffany's thighs, and started caressing her wet pussy. She ran her index fingers along the line of Tiffany's lips, up toward her clit, and rubber her for a while. After a few minutes she withdrew her hand and smacked Tiffany on her right buttock.

"You need this, don't you Honey?"

 "Yes, please, I've been bad". Margaret started spanking her with one of the paddles, alternating the sides of Tiffany’s bottom. The paddling stung and hurt, but Tiffany was bewildered to find that she did not want the punishment to stop. She wanted it harder and eagerly raised her hips when Margaret moved her hand over her pussy lips. Margaret caressed Tiffany’s pussy, finding them sticky and swollen with excitement. Tiffany’s lovely bottom was starting to blush pink from the spanking. Her daughter’s body was so beautiful, Margaret though to herself.

"Have you learned your lesson, naughty girl? Or do you need an extra session of spanking \?"

"Please..."

"Please what?"  Margaret said caressing Tiffany’s face. "Please stop, or 'Please spank me'".

"Yes..."

 "Say it"

 "Please spank me, mother", Tiffany’s said softly

Tiffany felt the smooth wood of one of the other paddles caress her bottom. She felt the tingle of fear again as the paddle glided over her ass, when all of a sudden she fell the object landing on her ass. It stung more than Margaret’s hand had, but as Margaret paddled her, she did not want it to stop, even as she was crying out under the strokes. Margaret stopped after a few swats, caressing Tiffany’s again, she slid her fingers over Tiffany pussy lips, rubbing her clit. Margaret bent over to the side, resting her arm on the bed, her face close to Tiffany’s, with her hand still in her pussy.

“Tiffany… your pussy is all wet”

“Sorry mom” she replied closing her legs

“No darling, let me see” said her mom making her daughter spread her legs wide, and inserting two of her fingers into it.

"Yes, defiantly wet... You really are a bad girl. Your pussy is soaking wet. You're such a naughty little slut."

"Yes, Mom. I'm a bad girl."

 "Get up, Sweetie” Tiffany sat up stepping out of her panties when they fell to her ankles “It’s your sisters turn again",

 Margaret got two pillows and piled them in the middle of the bed.

"Over the pillows, Honey" When Chase lay over the pillows, Margaret knelt next to her, on Chase's right side, and picked the small round dark wooden paddle that lay on the bed. With her other hand she caressed Chase's bottom, feeling her warm skin. She ran her fingers between Chase's cheeks - the skin there was still pale compared to the deep pink blush across her bottom. Chase's legs were spread, the pillows under her hips pushing her bottom up exposing her pussy and made her present her bottom properly for punishment. Margaret slid her left thumb into Chase' pussy, thrusting gently into her, and caressing her clit with the base of her index finger. Chase pressed against Margaret’s hand looking for a moment of pleasure. Taking the paddle in her right hand, Margaret leaned over Chase' bottom and began to spank her again. This paddle hurt more, with a less stinging, deeper pain. Margaret alternated the strokes, spanking her first one side, and then the other. Chase' contracted her bottom with each smack, as the pain burned her ass, making her push her pussy deep in her pillows. Margaret stopped for a little bit thrusting her thumb into Chase se begun rubbing her clit faster.

"You like this, don't you, my little slut", Margaret said

"Yes", Chase moaned

 Margaret started paddling her again, harder now, faster, making Chase cry out with each stroke. Pushing hard against Margaret’s hand, with her bottom clenching, she enjoyed the pain that was invading her ass; then relaxing as she pushed against Margaret, until she cried out as her orgasm came with a flash of white light. Margaret stopped spanking her and lay the tool next to her, pulling Chase into her arms.

 “Do you want to know why you are getting a spanking?” asked her mom.

 "No, Ma'am. I know why I'm getting a spanking. I'm sorry Mom" Chase said. Margaret held Chase firmly with her left arm and brought a heavy ruler down hard across Chase's bare bottom. At first Chase tried to take the spanking stoically and the only sound in the room was the metronome like smack of the oak across her own bare buttocks. The ruler continued hitting her, bringing more elicited louder cries out of Chase. When Margaret finally stopped, the girl was crying as hard as she could, holding her crimson bottom in her hands.

"Bend over the end of the bed, dear" Margaret told Chase. Chase stood up and moved towards the end of the bed. With her knees and thighs resting against the bed she bended forward, supporting herself on the palms of her hands, pushing her arched bottom out. Time seemed to be very slow for Chase as she waited for Margaret to get the cane. After a while Margaret tapped her bottom with the cane measuring her stroke. Then the cane whistled through the air as Margaret brought it hard across the center of Chase's bottom. At first it did not seem that bad and then the burning pain came making a hot line across her buttocks. Margaret administered a stroke every ten seconds or so, the welts perfectly level and parallel, lining Chase's bottom and upper thighs. After the first few strokes, Chase was sobbing as the rattan cane continued to cut across her bottom. Each time the cane landed on the girl’s unprotected bare ass, she gasped for air. The heat of the cane raced through her entire lower body making every nerve she possessed feel the pain. As the cane continued to make her continuing marks, the girl started to shake. Her ass hurt so bad that she was afraid she would throw up from the pain. On and on the cane made powerful burning marks on the girl’s behind. Margaret slowed her pace, but the power she put in every swing remained the same. Each engorged bruise across her daughter’s writhing rump was whacked again, and whacked harder. Her daughter kicked and squirmed and bounced and bellowed, but she managed to hold on and keep her blazing bottom up throughout the ordeal. She shook her ass as hard as she could but failed to escape her captor. Margaret knew that her daughter was too swollen to get back into her tight underwear, so after the caning she would be forced walk all day naked from the waist down. After giving her twenty more strokes, Margaret sat on the bed and pulled the crying girl into her arms letting her go only after she stopped crying. After a few minutes of trembling in her mother’s arms she stopped crying.

"All right then, bend over the bed again, " ordered Margaret. Chase started crying again as she positioned herself for the cane. The second set of strokes landed hard over her already welted buttocks and thighs making her butt hurt even more than when the first session was in progress. Chase squirmed and clenched her buttocks after Margaret gave her a hard stroke across the tops of her thighs.

"You know better than that dear. Now stay still. I'm going to give you that stroke over and you'll have to take two extra punishment strokes for moving" Margaret warned, bringing the cane down hard across Chase's bottom. Margaret warned Chase two more times to stay in position. After a few more additional swats the caning stopped and Margaret comforted the sobbing girl.

"How many extras do you have coming, dear", Margaret asked when Chase's sobs had quieted down. Tears were still running down Chase's cheeks. She got a tissue and blew her nose. She had tried to be a good girl and stay still for her caning but failed. Chase remembered Margaret’s warnings, but it all ran together in her mind.

"Four, Ma'am?" Chase answered hopefully.

"I'm afraid that it was six. I'm going to give you another two for not keeping track, so that will make eight. Now back over the bed. I want you to count the strokes for me." Chase reluctantly bent over the bed again. The cane sliced the air and she cried out.

"One. Thank you Ma'am"

"Two. Thank you Ma'am" Chase counted out and thanked Margaret for each and ever strokes until Margaret finally put the cane aside. Chase stood up and watched as Margaret piled the lace edged pillows in the middle of the bed.

 "Please don't whip me anymore, mom. I've learned my lesson. My bottom is so sore. I'll be a good girl."

            "I know that you'll be a good girl, now go in the corner and wait next to your sister” Chase went in corner with her bruised cheeks moving from side to side and waited; her punishment was finally over.

            “Now, which of you had this idea?” asked her mother

            “I did,” stated Tiffany

            “For this you be punished like never before” her mother said

            “What… What do you mean mom”

            “I’m going to whip your lovely pussy”

            “\No mom, please don’t” Tiffany said cupping her hand over her pussy.

            “I’m sorry honey you should have though of this before you did what you did; now place yourself in the proper position”

Tiffany moved towards the center of the room, took the chair from her working desk and put it in one corner of her room. Then she placed her bruised bottom on the edge of the seat and spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting her little pussy foe punishment. Margaret moved behind her and bending over she gently brushed her hand over her daughter’s breasts, by this time Tiffany’s nipples were very hard and itched with desire. They felt so tuff to the touch that anybody could easily hang weights on them. Feeling her little berries, her mother squeezed her nipples for a bit and then released them. Seeing her little girl suffering, Margaret reassured herself that her little angel would be a good girl in the future. Moving her hand down Tiffany’ body she squeezed her tummy a little - her abdomen felt so soft that she couldn’t help herself, so she pressed her fingers on the little girls stomach, like a doctor would do during a routine checkup.
The procedure didn’t hurt but made her feel uncomfortable. Moving her hand downward, Margaret grabbed Tiffany’s little pussy; than raising her arm she smacked the brat between her legs as hard as she could. What her daughter felt was a painful sensation invading every part of her pussy. Spanking her daughter's lips Margaret was surprised how soft the pussy of a teenage girl felt. After stoking her lips she hit her harder. This time Tiffany began whimpering a bit, and the color of the skin started turning a little rosy. Slapping her daughter's privates’ made Margaret very exiting, mainly because she never touched another woman down south before, not even her own pussy; the only time she touched herself was when she washed. Even though it hurt very much and her pussy started turning redder and redder with each smack Tiffany kept her legs wide open, looking down once in a while to see what tint of red her cookie was turning. Looking between her legs, she was a little turned on when her mother’s hand made contact with her. She enjoyed the sight. After her mother left for work tomorrow morning she though of taking a mirror and study every inch of her genitals, especially the redder parts. Usually she enjoyed having her shaved pussy slapped from time to time by her or by Chase, only this time the smacking went far beyond a light pleasurable spanking; this time she failed to enjoy the pain that was racing trough the lower part of her body constantly. With each smack the pain she felt in her pussy intensified. She wished she could touch herself down there but now it was quite impossible without risking additional punishment. She wonder how worm her pussy felt then and there; if she was alone she would have placed a thermometer between her lips and see if the temperature down there was the same as the temperature all over her body. After a few more slaps the punishment stopped. Their ordeal ended a few minutes later, after her mother grounded them for a month. Finally they were free… until the next time they committed something naughty.

 

The End