Punished by my older step sister
I am a little hesitant to share this here. For a time when I was a teenager I lived with my mum, step dad, and older step sister. My mum and step dad had only recently got together and went out frequently - pretty much every evening - leaving my step sister to look after me. My step sister is three years older than me.
I guess like most teenage girls I masturbated a lot - often several times a day. One evening when my mum and step dad were out I was lying on my bed listening to music and masturbating when my step sister came to check on me. I didn't hear her open my bedroom door because of the music I was listening to. She could see exactly what I was doing and pretended to be shocked. She threatened to tell my mum or, worse, my step dad but gave me the option to be punished by her instead of her telling them. I still remember that evening so clearly - and I can still hear her saying "it's your choice".
Of course, I chose to be punished by her although I had no idea what being punished by her might involve. I soon found out. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to stand in front of her and to take off the tee shirt which was the only thing I was wearing. As I slowly took off my tee shirt I felt very vulnerable.
She then told me to lie over her knees with both hands on the floor which felt really weird and uncomfortable. I thought I knew what was going to happen but was surprised to feel her finger tips run gently and slowly over my thighs, bum and back for what seemed like ages. It felt good - very good. Then suddenly, without warning, she started spanking me - I remember counting ten - followed by another lengthy period of running the tips of her fingers over my thighs, bum and back. She alternated between spanking and caressing - the spanking becoming harder and harder - and the tips of her fingers moving closer and closer to my lips and clit. The intensity of the feeling running right through my body was amazing. I had never felt anything so intense before. When the tips of her fingers finally ran along my lips and found my clit I came instantly and harder than ever before.
When my body had finally finished shaking she told me to stand up and I remember feeling very unsteady on my feet as I stood in front of her. She warned me that if she ever caught me again I would be punished more severely. As you can imagine she "caught" me almost every night after that - and just as she had threatened the punishments became more severe.
I will never forget the night she screamed at me that she wasn't going to carry on hurting her hands punishing a filthy little slut like me and took the leather belt from her jeans. She made me lean over my bed with my bum in the air and spanked me quite hard with her belt. I don't know - maybe I am wired differently to most people - but each stroke of her belt resulted in an even more intense feeling running right through my body than the amazing feeling I had experienced with spanking. Of course, I could feel each stroke sting and each stroke was painful - sometimes seriously painful - but the effect each stroke had on me was amazing.
She still stopped after every ten strokes or so to run the tips of her fingers over my thighs, bum and back and to reach round to my breasts and nipples. My nipples always firm up and harden very quickly. She scratched my back with quite deep scratches and twisted and pulled my nipples in a way which sent little shock waves right through me. She would work up to rubbing my clit really firmly with her fingers but I was not allowed to cum until she had finished punishing me. If I did cum before she said that I could cum she would start the punishment all over again and I have to admit that there were times I would let myself cum just to have that happen.
She had a cruel streak and sometimes if she was in a bad mood she would strike me very hard with her belt - very hard and very fast - and for longer than usual. Sometimes I would deliberately provoke her just to have her punish me like that.
She also moved on to using a riding crop in addition to her belt. When using her riding crop she would make me kneel - my bum on my heels and my hands behind my head - with my thighs and breasts out in front of me. She would roll a dice to decide the number of strokes - multiplying the number on the dice by ten - and dividing the strokes between my thighs and breasts. The feelings of anticipation and excitement as she rolled the dice were amazing.
Whilst she nearly always used her belt and often used her riding crop she also occasionally used a length of plastic coated washing line as a home made whip - which she used mainly on my back and bum and sometimes on my thighs and breasts. I remember how incredibly painful it was if the washing line caught one of my nipples. The washing line really stung and left the most amazing red stripes on my body which she loved - I could see them on my thighs and breasts. She would spend ages admiring those red stripes and running the tips of her fingers along them after she had whipped me.
She also tried out a cane which she brought in from the garden shed - the cane really hurt more than anything else - and cut into my skin and left marks which only faded away after several weeks. I didn't like it.
This all happened regularly over a period of almost three years until my step sister went off to college. The problem I still have, years later, is that there seems to be nothing else which gives me anything like a similar level of pleasure or such intense orgasms. Is this just something inherently in me or have I been damaged by what happened ?
I guess like most teenage girls I masturbated a lot - often several times a day. One evening when my mum and step dad were out I was lying on my bed listening to music and masturbating when my step sister came to check on me. I didn't hear her open my bedroom door because of the music I was listening to. She could see exactly what I was doing and pretended to be shocked. She threatened to tell my mum or, worse, my step dad but gave me the option to be punished by her instead of her telling them. I still remember that evening so clearly - and I can still hear her saying "it's your choice".
Of course, I chose to be punished by her although I had no idea what being punished by her might involve. I soon found out. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to stand in front of her and to take off the tee shirt which was the only thing I was wearing. As I slowly took off my tee shirt I felt very vulnerable.
She then told me to lie over her knees with both hands on the floor which felt really weird and uncomfortable. I thought I knew what was going to happen but was surprised to feel her finger tips run gently and slowly over my thighs, bum and back for what seemed like ages. It felt good - very good. Then suddenly, without warning, she started spanking me - I remember counting ten - followed by another lengthy period of running the tips of her fingers over my thighs, bum and back. She alternated between spanking and caressing - the spanking becoming harder and harder - and the tips of her fingers moving closer and closer to my lips and clit. The intensity of the feeling running right through my body was amazing. I had never felt anything so intense before. When the tips of her fingers finally ran along my lips and found my clit I came instantly and harder than ever before.
When my body had finally finished shaking she told me to stand up and I remember feeling very unsteady on my feet as I stood in front of her. She warned me that if she ever caught me again I would be punished more severely. As you can imagine she "caught" me almost every night after that - and just as she had threatened the punishments became more severe.
I will never forget the night she screamed at me that she wasn't going to carry on hurting her hands punishing a filthy little slut like me and took the leather belt from her jeans. She made me lean over my bed with my bum in the air and spanked me quite hard with her belt. I don't know - maybe I am wired differently to most people - but each stroke of her belt resulted in an even more intense feeling running right through my body than the amazing feeling I had experienced with spanking. Of course, I could feel each stroke sting and each stroke was painful - sometimes seriously painful - but the effect each stroke had on me was amazing.
She still stopped after every ten strokes or so to run the tips of her fingers over my thighs, bum and back and to reach round to my breasts and nipples. My nipples always firm up and harden very quickly. She scratched my back with quite deep scratches and twisted and pulled my nipples in a way which sent little shock waves right through me. She would work up to rubbing my clit really firmly with her fingers but I was not allowed to cum until she had finished punishing me. If I did cum before she said that I could cum she would start the punishment all over again and I have to admit that there were times I would let myself cum just to have that happen.
She had a cruel streak and sometimes if she was in a bad mood she would strike me very hard with her belt - very hard and very fast - and for longer than usual. Sometimes I would deliberately provoke her just to have her punish me like that.
She also moved on to using a riding crop in addition to her belt. When using her riding crop she would make me kneel - my bum on my heels and my hands behind my head - with my thighs and breasts out in front of me. She would roll a dice to decide the number of strokes - multiplying the number on the dice by ten - and dividing the strokes between my thighs and breasts. The feelings of anticipation and excitement as she rolled the dice were amazing.
Whilst she nearly always used her belt and often used her riding crop she also occasionally used a length of plastic coated washing line as a home made whip - which she used mainly on my back and bum and sometimes on my thighs and breasts. I remember how incredibly painful it was if the washing line caught one of my nipples. The washing line really stung and left the most amazing red stripes on my body which she loved - I could see them on my thighs and breasts. She would spend ages admiring those red stripes and running the tips of her fingers along them after she had whipped me.
She also tried out a cane which she brought in from the garden shed - the cane really hurt more than anything else - and cut into my skin and left marks which only faded away after several weeks. I didn't like it.
This all happened regularly over a period of almost three years until my step sister went off to college. The problem I still have, years later, is that there seems to be nothing else which gives me anything like a similar level of pleasure or such intense orgasms. Is this just something inherently in me or have I been damaged by what happened ?
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