285 i****t and the virgin round 8285 i****t and the virgin round 8I was pretty gob smacked at the revelations of my older sister, she meted out pain, in quantities but strangely it appeared it was to goad thee victim into returning the favour so to speak, and she had hinted that if they had got carried away, and continued till her demise or crippling, that would to her have been the ultimate! It was beyond me, but here I was in her room watching her home-made pornographic videos to select for myself a `penance’ to allow me to `enjoy’ her body for an hour! Life was getting way out of proportion, out of my depth, a month ago I was a virgin playing finger games on the light railway with schoolgirls…She, my sister Reb, snapped her fingers and brought me from my thoughts. She then clicked on the video once more and sat watching my face as the image formed on the screen.That video had me amazed, I had a vague idea of the content of the previous film, but this, this was both a shock and a revelation. The camera had been set up in this very room, stood probably on my sister Rose`s bed, my other more aggressive sister, Reb was dressed as she was now, in a black leotard, and a batman hood, waiting for her victim like a spider with a fly. There came a knock and to a call of “enter the door swung back and the victim appeared.To my complete Amazement the victim, topless and with her head bowed was my own dear mother. She wore just a plain dark skirt, and her arms were out in front of her, with across the palms her upturned hands a garden cane about 4 feet long, which lay like an offering to a goddess.She walked to the room centre, knelt the allowed her daughter to take the cane, dropping her arms to her sides and silently waiting as Reb closed the door with a broad smile on her face.“You have decided to accept my punishment then” my sister said crisply from the now closed door. Mother said that she had, and Reb then nodded and added “and as you were late lady you will get an extra two strokes, now bend over the stool and let me check your mark!”My mother stood raised her skirt, to reveal her naked backside, knelt and lay over the dresser stool, her arse exposed to the camera. I could see no mark until my sister raised the right buttock, and there tucked under the delightful cheek was the clear letter `R’ red and inflamed still, just as it had been with the two boys. Reb said it “was healing well,” and that she would “avoid it with today`s caning, to give it a chance to fully heal” this was met with the reply “thank you mistress,” nodding she bade my mother stand and to remove her skirt. Which was quickly complied with, the woman being obviously under Reb`s spell completely and standing naked in full view of that camera of which she must have been fully aware. She was commanded to “open yourself and play with your clit!” to my amazement mother did exactly that, her left hand holding herself wide open her right strumming her clit in a masterly fashion, till with a crisp command she was told to “pinch it and ultra-hard!”She looked shocked for a millisecond then just as she was commanded she pinched the little nub till her fingers were white with the pressure, and her face contorted. She looked desperate to scream, but the voice urged her to “hold it, hold it… hold it” then after a long second, “ok release it!” the blood returning had mum groaning, as the command, “now your nipples” rang out, without a word mum gripped her own nipples, again for some illegal bahis seconds, the blood draining from the fingers with the pressure.My sister her eyes glittering, told mother, that she was to receive the extra two strokes” across those soft nipples, when I am ready, and this will be how you will prepare them when I tell you too, each in turn, one hand supporting the other pinching!” that was received with a look of shock but a slight nod and a curt “yes mistress, in what order?”“That is to be your choice, but the second will be the hardest!”I wondered what the motivation was, what had she done to give herself so freely, or to deserve such treatment, but it not being obvious, or being explained by my sister, so I decided perhaps not to ask some things are better unsaid!On screen, the order to release the nipples came, and were followed by groans from my dear mother reinforced as Reb flicked each nub in turn, adding to the pain of the returning blood-flow.To my surprise my sister unclipped her leotard at the crutch then instructed her own mother to “pay homage, until you feel ready to receive the punishment strokes, then tell me and return to that duty” and to “expect all six to be hard,” and that “after each there will be a mark on the wrist in marker, which must stay till morning and if your asked you will tell whoever asks that they are the count of your punishment here this afternoon, and who by… understand?” The resulting, “yes mistress” was with a shocked look that for me said it all.There was a nod of my sister`s head as my mother bent to her task, her tongue gathering speed as it trailed the full length of the younger woman`s sex. This went on for long seconds, then my mother raised her head and said in a voice full of tension, “Do whatever you need to do to me mistress, I am ready”My sister, obviously near to a climax raised the cane and with a sadistic smile struck the length of mothers back, the cane flexing as it caught the right buttock with a ‘thwack’ that I would long remember, a single red line appearing on the tip of the white skin and the buttock owner lurching and screaming as the pain reached her brain. Her wrist raised up submissively towards her punisher while my sister put a single mark on the trembling wrist. Meanwhile my mother`s tongue continued its ministrations without a pause as the tears began to fall. The next stroke struck the left cheek, with much the same effect, a second mark appeared on the wrist, as did a third and then a forth, by now the tongue was pressing hard on the sex, as if it was the only thing that mattered in this world, but the scream was louder, and the tears fell like a small stream.There was a long pause then the cane whistled through the air once more, followed by the ‘Thwack’ and the heartrending screamMothers head shaking with the pain, and her tongue hesitating just for a second, just one more stroke, one more line of fire on her beautiful rump, her arm automatically raised for the fifth mark.The punisher, her face flushed, her nipples pushing tiny mountains in the bust of the leotard, and her breathing rapid, raised the cane once again, then with a look that showed her savage enjoyment of the pain she was to inflict as down came the now splintering cane, with a whistle and a THWACK, of even louder proportions. Mother this time unable to continue, fell to the floor with a thump and a scream, that said enough, no more. Reb had an obvious climax, the sight of mother, illegal bahis siteleri holding her backside, writhing in agony as she lay on the carpet, having sent her warped mind into orbit.After a few moments Reb regained her senses, stood and waited patiently till mother`s sobs subsided.“Up, Up,” she shouted, my lovely mother as if in a trance slowly moved up to her knees, knowing what her daughter wanted, knowing her ordeal was not yet over. She raised her right breast, squeezing the nipple as she had been told, Reb must have been in a merciful mood, turning the cane so that the shattered end was in her hand, then with a nod, told mother to shift her hand, which my beloved mother did. Whack, the cane struck across the nipple an instant line of red appeared, livid across the soft tissue of her breast, her eyes closed, and a cry of real anguish left her lips, as her body crumpled.Her daughter bade her straighten up, ignoring the desperation writ-large on her mother`s face, sadly mother did just as she was bid, holding up the other breast, then without telling pinching the nipple. My sister still without a sign of mercy waited till the blood had gone from the nipple, then with a nod had the nipple released, mother placing her spare hand under the breast, and tearfully looking away, knowing the trauma to come. Woosh crack the cane struck, and a red line instantly showed, dead across the nipple, as the cane fell away, leaving a welt on the nipple I had so recently chewed, when mother had visited me. Tears, sobs, and a cry of ‘oh god’ echoed round the room, and the video was over, my own eyes misting tearful, as I glanced at my sister who`s own eyes were alive and shining, obviously having enjoyed every scream and writhe of our mother under that terrible cane.She looked deep into my eyes then said, “well little brother, which is it to be, 6 of the best, or the brand?”I thought for a moment weighing up the odds, then said slowly “the brand, and only if you realise it`s just so that I can extract revenge for mother in that sacred hour.”Reb`s smile said it all, sadly I realised she was happy that I wanted revenge, and to use her and would beat her hard. Just the thought of the pain had her on the brink of an orgasm, I could see it in her excited look. I really had not expected this reaction, but I asked “when?”She said eagerly “why not now”. I nodded and from her drawer she took the lamp and the brand. Determined not to cry out, I knelt at the foot of her bed, leant myself forward and fixed my gaze on a picture of above her bed, she put a piece of solid rubber between my teeth then lit the lamp, me desperately trying to ignore the roar of the blowlamp that was heating the brand which I knew would soon be searing my butt. Suddenly there was silence then her cool left hand raised my right cheek and instantly my skin felt the most intense pain I had ever endured. No man could have borne that pain and not given her the satisfaction of a scream, and I was one who was no exception. She counted to two and withdrew the iron, but the pain hardly diminished, I knew I would be scarred now for the rest of my life, she sprayed the area with some sort of spray, within seconds the pain reduced to a dull roar. I stood, my arse a point of abject pain, which on tip toe I checked in the dressing table mirror.I heard rather than saw the brand and the lamp going back in the tin box in the drawer., then my sister was in front of me, kissing me, and canlı bahis siteleri whispering, “please Rodney, hurt me, really hurt me, then fuck me I deserve it!”I asked if she had a brand, but she shook her head, “no not yet, but I will soon” she whispered, “but not today.” She poked in her drawer, then presented me with her whip, and a belt, whispered “please” then lay face down across her bed.It was a fantastic sight, my loving sister laid face down on the bed begging me to hurt her arse, and who was I to deny her that?The whip first, I thought, and swung the leather round my head then down with a fearful swoosh to lay its caress across her backside, and warm the pale skin, she moaned, empowered now, my burn forgotten in the euphoria of power and control, I swung again, and the leather once more sang its song as it cut through the air, Splat…about the same place, another splash of colour, on her pale butt, I moved round to her left side, again the Woosh-splat as leather stung the skin, she wriggled, grunting as the pain reached into her body like a lightning bolt.I moved again now stood at her head, my stiff tool at her face.I told her to pull her cleft open, instantly she took a cheek in either hand and opened herself to my aim her shoulders back her head raised from the bed, it was too much so I fed my tool into her mouth, then told her if she bit me I would whip her till she bled and then brand her myself! She nodded her understanding, then the leather strands swung and landed right along the waiting trench, stinging the brown star as it sought to feed itself into her Shute.Instead of screaming, her jaw worked on my tool the stifled scream gurgling round my embedded tool in a wonderful way, my revenge for mothers pain forgotten, the leather again swishing down again, then again, and a third time, the last as I leant forward, that increased my reach again whoosh the leather struck, the tips of the strands curling past where it landed before, curling inward and clattering crisply against her labia, this time there was no mistaking the scream of very real pain, the jerk of her body causing me to fill her mouth, in a way that was well beyond my expectations. She sputtered gulped then desperately spat out my tool, then gasped for air.She slumped forward coughing her hands to her mouth now, still trying to recompose herself and regain her macho image.I kissed her, the taste of my seed on her lips, all pretence gone now, we rolled together on her bed, lovers at last, I slipped JT, fortunately newly re-energised as only a youth can, deep into her body, locked together we began that age old dance, hammering myself into her, her nails digging into my back as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her, her back arched from the mattress as together we hit the high notes, my body pumping into hers time and time again as we cavorted and grappled, so absorbed, we fell from the, fortunately low divan, to the rug encrusted floor still conjoined. Laughing, squeezing grasping and tearing at one another. Suddenly it was over, neither of us capable of more, shagged out, collapsed, we lay together laughing, kissing, and touching one another gently., until we dozed off together.The family returned, us still laying on the rug snoring, Rose calling us and me scuttling away to my bedroom and throwing on clothes, not thinking and dragging my trousers over the brand and causing me to yelp!Downstairs I fained having been asleep, which was the truth, but mother eyeing me quizzically with a knowing gaze, that spoke volumes about her believing what she had not been told, had me blushing like a bride caught in bed with the best man! Reb tactfully remained upstairs no doubt the safest under the circumstances.