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Authors name: Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
Story title : Six Words
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Six Words (MF, rom, inc, reluc, spanking)
by Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
***
To please her brother and to save herself a whole lot of
misery, Jennifer Banks has only to speak six words. Will
she do it? Only one way to find out. A quick and simple
two page story.
***
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any
person living or dead, nor any known situation. It is
meant for adults only and is not to be read by person's
under the age of 18, or the legal age in the
county/state/country in which the reader resides.
If you would like a Microsoft Word or WordPerfect version
of this story (much easier to read), please contact me at
MarciaR26@aol.com.
To please her brother and to save herself a whole lot of
misery, Jennifer Banks has only to speak six words. Will
she do it? Only one way to find out. A quick and simple
two page story.
The Six Words
by Marcia Hooper
(MarciaR26@aol.com)
Jennifer Banks wished she were in the bathroom with the
door locked, in school enduring gym, sitting in the
doctor's office waiting for a gynecological exam,
anywhere other than over her brother's knee. She yowled
in pain.
"David! David, stop!"
David's right hand came down with a resounding smack!
making the flesh of her bottom compress and rebound,
making Jennifer yowl again.
"David, please!"
David spanked her again.
Bare-bottomed, her Guess jeans and panties down around
her knees, Jennifer's rear end bore a profusion of white-
rimmed handprints. They tattoed both cheeks equally and
David spanked her left cheek again.
"Owww!" Jennifer wailed. Tears poured down her cheeks and
were sniffed back into her nose. She could not remember
this much pain, not even at the hands of her father.
"Owww!" she yowled again. "Let me up!"
"What do you say?" David demanded. His hand covered her
left cheek.
"David, please!"
David spanked her again.
"Please!"
"I want to hear it," David said. "Loud and without
question. Say it or I'll strip you bare."
Jennifer continued to howl.
"Okay, that's it." He stood her up and placed Jennifer
before him. "Take off you're panties and your jeans," he
ordered.
"No!" she pleaded, clutching the waist of her jeans. "I
can't!"
"Take them off now," David ordered, "or I'll carry you
into the living room and spank you in front of the
windows."
It was eight-thirty p.m., dark outside, and Jennifer felt
petrified he might do it. In fact, she knew he would. And
at eighteen years old, Jennifer could not risk seen being
spanked. Stoop-shoulder and miserable, she kicked off her
shoes, then removed her panties and jeans. She wanted to
hold her aching behind but kept her arms at her sides.
Her rear end felt like a bee sting convention. David
pointed at his lap.
"David, please! Don't you remem--"
"Now, Jennifer Lynne!"
Sobs racking her chest, Jennifer did as instructed.
"Say it," David said.
Jennifer continued to weep, saying nothing.
Immobilizing her wrists with his left hand, holding them
at the small of her back, he spanked Jennifer half a
dozen times.
"Say it, Jenn, or it's a full dozen more."
When she said nothing, a dozen more rained down on her
behind. By now, tears cascaded onto the carpet below, and
strings of mucus dangled from her nose. Her bottom was a
battlefield of red and white and blue. And still she
refused to speak.
David stood her up.
"The rest of it," he said, indicating her sweater, and
presumably her brassiere beneath. Jennifer continued to
weep and David stood and dragged her toward the bedroom
door.
"All right, all right!" She yelled, yanking away her
hand. She ripped off her sweater. Then her brassiere. Her
pink nipples pointed as though accusatory fingers; her
breasts rose and fell with each breath.
"Why don't you just say it?" David demanded.
Jennifer shook her head.
David smacked his thighs in exasperation. "You are the
most hardheaded thing I have ever seen!" he exploded.
Then he yelled, "Don't you move!" and charged from the
room. Jennifer heard him pounding down the stairs to the
basement.
Knowing her punishment would be twice as bad if she
moved--and loathing herself for her weakness--Jennifer
remained where she was. When David returned, he brought a
long wooden paddle with him, a souvenir of the days when
their dad spanked them both. Jennifer's face tightened
with fear.
"Put your hands on top of your head," David ordered.
Continuing to sob, Jennifer obeyed.
"Say it!" David exclaimed. "And all this will stop!"
Jennifer shook her head.
"Fuck!" Flinging the paddle across the room, David
yelled: "Put down your God dammed arms!"
Jennifer lowered her arms.
Retrieving an inside out tee-shirt from the flotsam on
her floor--how could a girl live like this? he wondered,
not realizing his sister's room was cleaner than most of
her friend's--David told her to wipe her nose. She did as
instructed, then handed the tee-shirt back.
"You won't say it, will you?"
Jennifer shook her head.
"No matter what I do?"
Jennifer shook her head again.
David threw up his hands. Then, almost gently, he took
her by the arms and guided her backwards to the bed. He
sat her down. "Undo my jeans," he ordered.
Jennifer looked up, her eyes full of fear.
"Do, it," he said. "Now."
Her voice was breathlessly low. "David, no!"
David took her hands--she resisted only slightly--and
placed her fingertips on the buckle of his belt, then to
the button holding closed his jeans. He made her unzip
them.
"David, please," she whispered. "I can't."
David spread the front of his jeans and lowered them to
mid-thigh. Clearly visible beneath the tented underwear
was his enormous erection. Weeping softly, Jennifer
pulled the material aside and freed him. She was not made
to take him orally. Instead, taking her by the shoulders,
David gently guided Jennifer to the middle of the bed and
lay her down. He placed one pillow beneath her head and
another below her behind. He intertwined his arms with
hers, gripping her shoulders as she gripped his. Her eyes
were hugely round. Then she closed them.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She opened her eyes again. They flared as he entered her,
and then he was moving into her and out, his huge penis
delving deeper with each thrust, making her thoroughly
ache. But he was surprisingly gentle.
"Look at me," he told her again.
Jennifer kept her eyes locked upon David's and, within a
minute, they reached orgasm together. Fluid filled her
vagina and climax filled her mind and Jennifer, uncaring
about anything other than her brother, clutched at him
madly. Burying her face into his neck, she cried his name
over and over again, until it was over. Then she
collapsed.
After a time, when Jennifer's breathing had slowed and
her heart rate returned to normal, she found David's ear
with her lips. Eyes closed, and her mind concentrating on
every syllable, every single letter, she whispered the
six words David demanded to hear.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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