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Peppered
From The Treehouse

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You have to take the consequences when you're bad. 
(Fff-teens, spank)

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There was a huge manzanita tree outside the house we 
used to live in. It was a small farm, really, outside 
of Harlingen Texas, anyway my Dad built the treehouse 
in the low, spreading branches.

Later, in the year before Dad died, he and my Uncles 
Carlos and Renni, and some friends of my father, built 
an addition onto our kitchen that brought one set of 
windows very close to the tree.

By that time I was twelve, and hardly ever went up 
there anymore anyway, so it never seemed to matter that 
from inside the treehouse there was a perfect view into 
the kitchen - the new huge kitchen that my mother 
loved.

She was a great cook, my mother, and was known by 
everyone for her mole dishes, and for her chili.

She took over raising us when my father died, and she 
was very strict, I can tell you that! Still, it was my 
older sisters who got it the most. It is true that the 
baby boy is petted and spoiled, I never got peppered 
even once.

Peppering! That's what I have to tell you about because 
that is what I saw twice in my life.

It was a steaming hot day in July. My best friend Ossi 
and I were climbing up into the treehouse. Yes, I know 
I said I didn't use it much anymore, but this was 
summer, and Ossi I didn't have anything better to do 
that afternoon.

We had just gotten up when I heard a scream from the 
kitchen, and we looked out the window. My mother was 
dragging my sisters by their hair toward the kitchen. 
She was screaming at them, and the windows were wide 
open, it was impossible not to hear! I motioned to 
Ossi, and we hunkered down with our eyes just above the 
sill of the treehouse window.

"Both of you! Both!! What?? I don't provide well 
enough?? You shame me like this?? I am known!! Our name 
is known!! Your father, Mother of God, rest his soul, 
would die of shame if he could see you! What did you 
think? Tell me!!! "

It turned out that they had stolen some things from a 
store in town. Mama was swearing and shaking them by 
their hair, so they couldn't really talk.

"Aieeee! I will tell you what you'll get for this, you 
ungrateful babies. For this I am going to pepper your 
behinds and whip you until you girls cannot sit still 
for a week. Do you hear me??!!

"Oh Mama, no! no!" Andrea sniveled.

She had been peppered once before, last spring, and 
remembered it all too well. I did too. That was the 
other one I witnessed. My oldest sister had been caught 
out in the barn playing with herself. She should have 
know better.

Well, she was peppered right there where the hands or 
anyone else could have seen! It was the first time I 
had really seen my sister naked, and I got away with 
it. That time, Andrea had to remove all her clothes and 
bend over a rail. She had to spread herself and it was 
then that she was peppered. Right after she wet herself 
and that was even before she got switched. I saw her 
pee all over the barn floor.

Andrea had just turned sixteen at the beginning of this 
summer, and was a beauty, even I could see that! All 
the boys, even some of my friends, liked to dream about 
her, and she had a few boyfriends she kept on a string, 
though none that Mama knew about! Maria was younger by 
two years, and as far as I knew had never been 
peppered. She had seen Andrea get it that other time 
though, and knew what it was about, so she started 
crying. Mama turned away from them to pull on her 
rubber gloves.

"Both of you...!" she went on scolding.

She took the short Burch rod down from its hook on the 
wall and laid it on the huge wooden table that was the 
center piece of our kitchen.

"Both of you come here. Now!!!!!"

Both Andrea and Maria were crying and trying to offer 
excuses, saying they were sorry, but Mama wouldn't 
listen. She began talking in a soft voice, forcing the 
girls to stop wailing in order to hear her. Ossi and I 
nearly fell out of the treehouse trying to hear what 
she was saying. I even felt a little sick, but to tell 
the truth I was so hot that I could hardly breathe! 
Mama spoke again, she was almost crooning.

"I am telling you now that I am going to do this, and 
you are going to bend for it and take it because you 
know that I want you to be good girls. Good girls! Do 
you understand me? Do you, Andrea?"

Mama was pulling Andrea's hair back from her forehead 
and speaking quickly.

"You did very wrong, both of you. Do you hear me, 
Maria? And when you do wrong, it is the Mama's job to 
see that you are punished for what you did? Do you 
understand me? Maria?"

"Yes, Mama," they both whispered, and started to cry 
again.

"Both of you, together, bend over the edge of the 
table, side by side. Yes! I have my gloves on. I want 
you both to pull up your skirts - all the way up Maria, 
up high by your waist. Oh, Andrea! Look at your 
panties! Who taught you to wear panties like that?"

Andrea mumbled something, and my mother returned to the 
kitchen sink. She was right in front of me, and I had 
to crouch down, dragging Ossi with me, but I knew what 
she was doing. Mama had been cooking (Mama was always 
cooking) and there was a pile of hot chilies on the 
drain board. She was going to use them for some dish or 
other - chipotle, jalapeno, hot peppers. 

I could imagine her going through the small pile, 
looking for something small and hot, a jalapeno! She 
was talking softly again, about how this was for their 
own good and I shifted myself in my pants, squeezing 
because I was so hard that squeezing it felt good. She 
walked back to the kitchen table, and I popped up 
again, dragging Ossi with me, glancing at him as he 
wiped some spit from his chin with the back of his 
hand. He was shaking. 

Mama held her hands up like a doctor going into an 
operation, and in her hand was a small pepper. I knew 
she had scored the skin with a fork to let the juice 
run free. The girls started to wail again, begging her 
please not to do this, please!

"Pull your panties down, both of you! Both of you, now! 
If I have to tell you again, I will take you outside 
and whip you with a switch where anyone can see you. Is 
that what you want? Is it???"

They both crumbled at this. Andrea turned her face 
toward the window and lowered her panties. I could see 
snot running down her cheek and her eyes were nearly 
swollen shut already. Maria followed suite reaching 
back pulled her panties down.

"Take them all the way off" Mother continued." They 
wiggled to get them to fall to the backs of her knees, 
then kicking to get them off their feet. 

"I am starting with you, Andrea. Open yourself for 
Mama. Do it! Now, Andrea! Open yourself for Mama!"...

I watched my big sister reach with both hands, grasp 
her big cheeks and pulling them apart. She had began to 
whimper.

"No Mama no! no! no! no! please Mama. Oh God Mama no! 
Oh no!!!"

Mother put one gloved hand on the small of Andrea's 
back to steady herself, then touched the tip of the 
pepper to my sister's big brown anus. There was a 
moment of silence in which my big sister shifted around 
restlessly then she exploded.

"Mama! Mama! Aleieieie!" Andrea screeched as she began 
to feel the mounting fire as the juice ran and irritate 
the delicate tissue there. Her big bottom wiggled, 
flopped, and twisted as Mama continued to press the 
pepper in a little. Then ran it up and down her crack.

"Mama! Oh, Mama Aleieieie!"!!!" Andrea was screaming,

In seconds Andrea was pulling her bottom wide open as 
far as she could, and bouncing so that I could easily 
see between her legs. Her pussy covered in black curly 
hair, and her red, irritated, anus, were opening and 
closing like a little mouth searching for a cool drink. 
She could not close her legs, it stung so much.

"Mama I will never do it again and I won't masturbate 
anymore. Please! I promise by the Virgin Mama, 
please!!! "I am burning up Mama! Please! Oh, 
please!...Stop!! Mama! Aleieieie!"!!!!!" "

My mother left Andrea and went to work on Maria, who by 
that time was gagging with fear.

"Open your bottom for me Maria. I will not tell you 
again. If you do not, I will take you outside, do you 
understand?!"

Maria wailed in surrender and reached behind to spread 
her little puppies. I don't know if Mama used the same 
pepper or a different one but Maria was very soon doing 
the same dance as Andrea. Mama worked the tip that hot 
pepper into Maria's ass and then up and down her crack. 
"

Mama! Mama! Mama!" Maria screamed, her legs frog-
kicking straight out and all the way open, so that you 
could also see between her legs. Some of the fiery 
liquid had dripped down onto my younger sister's, 
little sex where hair had just begun to grow and she 
was spreading her cheeks frantically, trying to cool 
the acid heat.

"Mama, Oh, Mama. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!!!!!" she wailed. It's 
on my pussy! It's on my pussy, Moma! Not my pussy! No! 
Oh! I'm on fire.

My mother stepped back and took off her gloves, tossing 
them into the sink with a thump. She picked up the 
Burch and stepped back from the table. Maria was still 
kicking out when the Burch landed. Moma birched her 
with awesome snapping strokes placed right across those 
little puppies of hers. She made an awful row and 
although the birch struck her hands and the tips 
sometimes landed between her cheeks she did not let go 
of her little puppies but held them open for the entire 
punishment..

Then it was Andrea's turn to wail and shake under 
mothers attentions. She gave it to her worse than she 
did to my younger sister. Andrea screamed and wailed, 
and screamed again. The screams turning into shrieks 
when the tips struck the tender lips, she flaunted so 
outrageously, between her parted thighs. She too held 
herself open so that her exposed girlhood could came 
under attack. Her chubby, bottom grew red with welts, 
my mother sweating more with the effort.

"Mama Oh!!!" She cried. "Pleees No more! Mama aaaaah!!! 
Oh, Santa Maria!"

And she wiggled her ass hard and rolled from side on 
the table trying to get relief. One blow caught her 
lower down and the tips sunk deep into her dark nest. 

"Ouhf!" She grunted.

And with that Andrea jerked uncontrollably, looked up; 
and the thing happened. She wet herself, right there! A 
stream of yellow pee shot right out from between her 
legs and splashed down to puddle on the floor. It 
seemed to never stop coming out. But Mother waited for 
her to finish. As I watched, my face cheeks burned at 
the sight of my sister peeing. I had to touch myself 
even though it was my own sister. Mother just got a big 
bottle of dish washing detergent and a towel, and went 
back to the table. As I watched, she cleaned up where 
my sister had squirted. Then she make my sister count 
to twenty giving her a stroke of the birch with each 
count.

"Go to your room, undress, and stand in the corner with 
the door open where I can watch you for an hour. Now 
Go!" The sobbing subsided, and they stood up gingerly.

"But Mama," Andrea whispered, "what if Mickey comes 
home? What if he sees us? Naked!"

"Then your little brother will see your big red 
behinds. He was shamed as well, you know! Now don't 
question me again or you will get some more!!"

I gulped, thinking how they would feel if they knew 
exactly what I had seen!!

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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