Sisterly Spanking Aftermath

As I recounted in Spanked by my Sister, I got my very first spanking from my sister, and it was a doozie! Apologies for me recapping the session, I am sort of obsessed with it.

The physical aftermath you can see above. In the same session I received an open-handed punishment to my breasts (repeated hard slaps from all angles and sides), and suffered the (self-inflicted) abject shame of grinding my pussy against Sue's tweed slacks while she spanked me, with the inevitable humiliating result. I was left in pain and in tears with my hands on my head and my nose in the corner, T-shirt raised to bare my sore breasts, with instructions that immediately after Sue had left that I was to present myself to my husband, under pain of a repeat of my spanking the next week, for likely the most humiliating sexual act a man can perform on his wife.

I have a pen-pal, brett, who always manages to express my thoughts better than I can myself at times. I thought I would share some of our correspondence (slightly edited), both before and after the event, with my commentary (in red).

Hi Julie,

I don't know your sister, but I believe I have a sense of what you're in for. Interpreting her words to you, it appears you're right that she means business. Sue originally threatened to put you across her knee. That was her idea. Think about that. To put you across her knee. She is taking charge of her little sister.

"Me: on the bare?
Sue: yup
Me: not hard though?
Sue: hard. very hard!
Me: No!
Sue: YES
Me: Please no!
Sue: if i do it, there will be tears."

Sue has a clear vision of what she is going to do to you, and she wants to make it perfectly clear to YOU. She didn't try to sugarcoat it or put you at ease, even with your clearly shown reluctance and pleading. You asked, however timidly, and she has taken charge. She has your hand firmly in hers, and you're being taken to the woodshed. I'm not sure if she is so forthright because she wants you to be one very nervous little girl, or if she just doesn't want any misunderstandings that lead to resentment after you've been spanked.

[Yes, brett understands the situation all right. I asked him to tell me what he thought my spanking was going to be like...]

I understand what you're going through. It's knowing for certain that you really are in trouble. Are you sitting reading this? I would be squirming a bit in my chair. When I knew I was in for the paddle at home, like a premonition, I could feel the warmth on my behind where it was going to be on fire.

[brett's Daddy was a woodshed, wood shingle, spanker - bare butt, low ass cheeks, to tears]

Can you also feel the anticipation in your stomach and below? I certainly did. The threat and promise of a punishment-grade spanking, as you call it, consumes your mind and your body. It gave me a very hard erection. Does the thought of your very hard spanking over Sue's knee make you tingle? The sexual and erotic impact of this anticipation is so highly potent. Otherwise, you would not have asked your sister for what will be truly painful and deeply embarrassing.

[This is so ridiculously true]

The pleasure of this kind of spanking comes at a cost. Sue is a real spanker, and if it was me facing a licking from her, I'd be squirming. Despite you being sisters, she assured you it would be on the bare. She isn't making that a choice for you. I always got punished on my bare bottom, and when the one doing the spanking insists on it being that way, you know they spank with a purpose. For me it was to teach a boy who had been bad a lesson he would never forget. Hard wood on tender bare skin. No compromise. For you, I believe Sue intends to give you something you will also never forget. Having your bottom bare is a requirement despite the embarrassment your exposure under these circumstances will cause.

[brett's right - the worst part was preparing myself, nose in the corner, ass bare, waiting for her. And then when she came, feeling and hearing her behind me, examining my butt from every angle, sizing it up, laughing gently... sent shivers down my spine!]

Sue assured you the spanking will be very hard and that there will be tears.

"Get your spanking chair out, and a box of kleenex for your tears."

She wrote it twice! She is going to make you cry. To me that is like a written guarantee that you're getting a punishment-grade spanking. With play spankings, you may assume the role of a naughty little girl. When you get your spanking chair out, think about this---you will be forced to cry like a little girl. In that case, you are no longer hiding behind a role. For those moments you will be, in your mind and for all intents and purposes, what you appear to be. That is what you will show to anyone watching or listening.

[I don't cry easily, even when most women would. I took Sue's promise of tears lightly, and learned better.]

Me: but not in front of david, ok?
Sue: ok. He can jerk off to the sound of you getting spanked from his bedroom :-)

Imagine that. Your husband is going to hear you getting spanked from his bedroom. At our house, you could always hear a spanking loud and clear from every room in the house. That is simply the nature of a real punishment spanking. Oh my, I know! The embarrassment of everyone hearing! When I heard it, I always felt so sorry for the unfortunate one. You heard every last shred of dignity being stripped from them, and you realized they were actually quite fragile in the process of learning their lesson. You will be truly humbled over your sister's knee, and david from his bedroom will likely have thoughts similar to what I felt in that situation, though he'll have a clearer erotic appreciation than I did. He's going to hear a little girl getting punished on her upturned bare bottom. I believe Sue is going to make sure you give a performance that david will never forget either.

[Immediately after my spanking, david was concerned for me, and he cared for me sweetly. Next day, when he knew I was ok, then the gentle teasing started. I do not begrudge him that, it is part of my experience to be teased like that about what a racket I was making while across Sue's knee.]

"Sue: be standing bare bum in the corner when I get there. t-shirt on. no bra. Will let myself in."

"Why do you think she specified T-shirt but no bra???"

That's a good question. Only Sue knows for sure, but we can make some educated guesses regarding possibilities.

As you know as a strict wife and HOH, generally, when a dominant partner specifies a particular kind of attire, or lack thereof, for their "sub", they are doing it because they will derive pleasure from it, they are making a point symbolically or psychologically, or they want to enhance or add to feelings of vulnerability. In the case of certain relationships, they may also feel the need to maintain some level of propriety with regard to modesty.

I know what it's like when full nudity is considered perfectly acceptable and exposure, whatever it might be, is a humiliation to be suffered no matter how much you wish otherwise. As we've discussed in the past, you like spanking "birthday bare," and you understand and enjoy administering that vulnerable aspect of a mortifying lesson. So why doesn't Sue have you totally bare naked, or on the other hand, allow you to retain all of your clothing except what covers your spank spots? Instead, she spares your breasts from exposure, yet at the same time, requires they be bare under your T-shirt.

Is it for her pleasure? Does she get turned on by the image of breasts bare under cotton? The sight of taut nipples straining against the cloth, feminine shape teasingly revealed? I'm not what you'd call a "breast man," but that idea turns me on. Your sister may have a fetish.

Is Sue making a point? Perhaps to her, total nudity is not appropriate for the message this spanking is to convey. Your top half is not being punished. You are bare for a spanking as tradition would dictate. Bare from the waist down was always required at our house. If we happened to have a shirt on, there was apparently no reason to remove it.

Is it about vulnerability? You get to keep your top on, but you will feel more naked without your bra. You will also feel less adult. Little girls don't wear bras, do they? Just like every naughty little girl who has ever been put across Mommy's knee, you will be dressed accordingly.

Does your sister feel it is more appropriate, in her presence, that her little sister's breasts be covered? Is she affording you that modesty? Surely not in your case, but what I'd expect if sisters had no history together of sexual involvement. She may want to remove your t-shirt at some point during the ritual of punishing you. Only she knows.

[I think all those things. But the main thing was that she intended to make a ritual of baring my breasts and then slapping my tits silly so "the punishment fits the crime" I guess]

"Sue: you're getting the wooden spoon and the big hairbrush. Have them ready."

I don't think we should try to minimize this, Julie. You are IN TROUBLE!

Have them ready. Sue is confident and in control. She has no doubt that you are an obedient young lady. So how does it feel to be told what to do? Having to follow instructions certainly is a different animal when you're under the authority of a strict disciplinarian, and your bottom is at their mercy. I remember how calm and confident my parents were when they had decided on the worst fate for me. Every firm but matter-of-fact command is a fist to the stomach. Everything has been considered, and there will be no reprieve. Sue is going to give you a spoon spanking and, from what I gather, girls raised that way genuinely fear the wooden spoon. I've read accounts and been told by some who have actually experienced it, that the sting on bare skin is ferocious. The big hairbrush is a real wood spanking like I got growing up. Do I need to describe in detail what a real wood spanking is like?

[Gulp... no need, sir]

He then sent me another note after I posted my blog entry (gave him a bit of a preview before via a couple of email exchanges).

Hi Julie. As I implied in my comment on your blog, I was somewhat surprised by the monumental spanking you got from your sister. I didn't know how open she is to sexual relations with a blood relative, how dominant she is, how much of a disciplinarian she is, or how much of a spanker she is. The only way I can describe it is that she owned you.

The traditional spanking, what she did to your lower buttocks with the hairbrush and wooden spoon, by itself would have been a transforming level of punishment. The photo you posted was stunning. Despite the inadequate color and tonal contrast inherent in home photography, the image showed a well-executed spanking administered by your sister. I love how she targeted the bottom of your bottom. The message was clear that she will do what is necessary to control your behavior with her... that she "wears the pants" in your relationship. You learned the lesson, and your behavior with her will now truly be influenced under her authority because of that spanking. This isn't something to take for granted. Many adult spankings are playing or scening and life is not altered. What you have is genuine. Your sister apparently doesn't want your relationship changed on the surface, but under the surface, that spanking will define an authority dynamic between you two.

["transforming level of punishment" - ooh yes! Never felt ANYTHING like that before - hope to never again!!! brett is right on about the dynamic. In truth she has always been the one in charge, and I the one resisting her being in charge. Me taking the lead on our play scenes with david sort of turned that dynamic a bit upside down. Her doing this flipped it right side up again and reinforced it 100x! I feel like her little puppy dog, and want to do nothing less than run up to her and have her hug me and pet me!]

Of course, in owning you that day, she went much farther than a traditional discipline spanking. We found out she did have designs on your breasts, but I didn't foresee them being punished. I tend not to think outside my box, which is not that inclusive with regard to general BDSM. And I still don't get the t-shirt. Having you in the corner fully naked or in t-shirt and panties makes more sense to me than in just a t-shirt. A minor point, or something more significant?

[I give my thoughts on that below]

I was surprised to see that she intentionally participated in or made the spanking a sexual experience for you. Another way of owning you. Perhaps to maintain an appearance of necessary detachment, she didn't have to acknowledge your orgasms against the tweed of her pants, but of course she knew what she was doing and targeted your body to arouse you. She controlled everything with her expert hands and skillful application of the wooden spoon. Your poor helpless bare body! You were like a fish out of water, flopping across her lap in involuntary spasms, on the one hand begging to escape your burning punishment and on the other climaxing again and again where your bare wet pussy rubbed desperately against the leg of your own flesh and blood. She took you there, and that is not a place you can share and then leave as if nothing ever happened. On the surface, a relationship maintained, but it's a new bond between you and your big sister.

[Yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes! As I look back on the experience from the perspective of one week out, as the pain of the hairbrush and the last 100 with the wooden spoon dims with memory, my disgrace across her knee burns more and more brightly in my memory. FOREVER I will be the little sister who ground her bare wet pussy against her tweed slack and got herself off while being hellishly spanked. Groan and blush!]

I found the ending especially touching. It had been a kind of loving battle between you and Sue, and in an amiable way, you had been utterly defeated. You were a painfully spanked and humiliated little girl. I could almost hear the defeat and resignation in your voice as you asked your husband to administer the final shameful dose of your punishment. The way you had to present your red behind to him and submit your little bottom hole to his erect penis. As you were obliged to explain to him, this wasn't what you wanted. You were being an obedient little sister. You were ass up bent over on your bed because you didn't want another spanking.

[yes.. I also delve into that in my response below]
 
I believe you when you say you never want a spanking like that ever again. You know what a punishment spanking is, as only one who has been punished can know. That doesn't mean you won't be obsessed by the idea that it could happen again. It doesn't mean you won't masturbate with visions of it happening again or that you'll forget what it felt like to cum with your bare pussy pressed against those elegant tweed slacks. I know when your sister is around, you are going to sincerely try to be a good girl. You ARE afraid of what she will do if you're not.

[Yes - my big sister now has the power to sentence me to another spanking anytime she pleases, every bit as hard or harder if she pleases, and I know that I WILL submit. Does she know she has that power over me now?]

I responded to that note from brett below.

Oh golly, Brett. You capture my feelings so well. May I quote large segments for a future post?

I do feel so completely owned by her. I was cheeky with her before. No more! I am genuinely afraid of another spanking. No joke. But why should I be afraid? I'm an adult. She is not allowed to assault me. The problem is that if she sentenced me to another spanking, I would submit to it. I have a deeply rooted submissive side to me. And I guess a masochistic side. My sister clearly triggers it in me in a way no others have. I know this now. I have been taught this by my recent experiences with her. I would do whatever she told me to, even if it meant a painful and humiliating repeat performance across her knee.

I understand the T-shirt. The feelings in my tummy as she rolled it up my body to bare my breasts. Utterly humiliating. Her message was that if I wasn't going to keep them covered around her, that she reserved the right to humiliatingly uncover them. For punishment. And keep them exposed, the refuge of their modest covering so close, banded above my chest, but so inaccessible to me due to her will. The covering or uncovering of my breasts was at her whim, not my choice. Can you imagine being a woman and having to walk around with your T-shirt pulled up to expose your tits? Being forced to do this? I've been topless on a beach many times without shame. This is shameful.

The sexual aspects are INCREDIBLY humiliating. As I look back on my behaviour, my cheeks flush with shame and my tummy churns. Even now, days later, as I write this. When I think of her, or oh my gosh next time I see her socially, with the family, my cheeks will BURN with shame. Not because of the spanking, but because of how I behaved while across her knee, rubbing myself on her pant, unable to control myself. I'll look down at her leg and will BURN with shame. I imagine her knowingly smiling at my blushing cheeks!

And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!

[I know, I am such a shame slut when submissive!]

And yes, you are absolutely right that it was not something I chose to do. I had had a very different plan. I did it because I knew with ABSOLUTE certainty that if I did not, my bottom and thighs would get one week to heal, and then I would have to undergo that same hellish spanking all over again, knowing this time what I was in for, and then I would again be required to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis," possibly under HER supervision (which simultaneously horrifies me, humiliates me, and arouses me). So I did it not because it was my choice, but because I feared another spanking.

I'm a strong and stubborn woman. If someone tells me to do something, I bristle and my first extinct is to not do it out of pride and spite. EVERYBODY now knows that I submitted to what is quite possibly the most humiliating sex act a woman can endure, because I would do anything to avoid another spanking of that caliber from her, and was 100% certain that it would be administered if I failed to have this sex act performed on me with the required outcome.

I really, really, really NEVER want another spanking like that. But I think about it. I imagine it. I HAVE already masturbated to it. Does that mean that it's inevitable I will have to go through it again? Ohhhh!

Even knowing how bad it would be, it feels oddly comforting knowing there is somebody who loves me and has the absolute power, knowledge, experience, and iron will necessary to discipline me properly for my own good.

And then brett's response.

Julie, Sure, you can quote what you like.

I think we share some core kink in common, so I have similar feelings about what you went through and how you must process it. I'm also not a submissive person outside this kinky dynamic. I actually haven't truly experienced it as an adult, but I understand that when we get dominated or so completely owned by someone, we're bound to feel the submission and humiliation far stronger than a person who is naturally submissive or comfortably obedient under authority. What your sister did to you, and more importantly how you responded, is a high degree of psychological friction that does indeed make you BURN with shame.

[It's so strange. I actually LOVE and HATE this feeling of shame I have. It is real, honest to goodness shame, and it turns me on to be feeling it so deeply. What with that?]

My kink centers more on the humility of punishment, but I also understand the shame of being helpless under a spanking's sexual power. That power must be wielded by someone with a special quality. Your sister has it for you. I think we are both similarly attracted to females who possess that quality, and no matter how independent we might be, or how strong our natural inclination is to oppose authority or others telling us what to do, a dominant female disciplinarian we respect is too attractive to resist. Sure, we're adults. She is not allowed to assault us, but she owns us, and we have a need to be owned by her. When she spanks, we become helpless and obedient children. Our behavior is truly influenced by our desire to avoid her spankings, because if we get in trouble, we won't dare dismiss her authority. She makes us burn both physically and emotionally, but her love and care is the sweetest elixir.

[I have fun being submissive under a male, but I really truly feel totally owned only by a strong female, and most of all by, what the fuck, my sister...]

I think I do now understand the t-shirt, and it should have been more obvious to me. How one is exposed, the language, the symbolism... every nuance of meaning. Ritual is the lifeblood of the experience.

"And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!"

The power of that scene was awesome. What makes it so moving is knowing you and your relationship with your husband. Only with that knowledge can we begin to fully appreciate, in that moment of time, the depth of your sexual submission and how it is exposed as it has never been exposed before. Sexual submission, in and of itself, is not so intriguing to me, but this was about spanking and its power over you, Strict Julie. After shameful orgasms while turned over your sisters knee, it was profound that you, the head of your household, had to present your punished rear end to your husband for the ultimate sexual humiliation. Some women want it, but not you. It was ONLY to avoid a spanking from Sue. How many Internet readers now know what happened to your poor little tender bum?

Answer: ALL OF YOU!

But just look at that photo. I mean, her pussy is right there!!! Warm and wet and inviting. Can give her sexual pleasure. Easily penetrated without undue pain. Clean. But no, not for THIS wife. THIS wife must endure his penis splitting her asshole and the painful fucking that ensues. The enduring feeling of cum seeping out of her asshole afterwards reminding her of where she has been so thoroughly violated. The main and intended "sexual" feeling is that of her shame at being utterly and completely debased by her man, on her knees, bottom up, head down.

Last thing I wanted at that moment was any form of penetrative sex from my husband, much less THAT kind. There was exactly one thought that motivated me to fluff him with my mouth and then bend over for him. One thought. Avoiding another such spanking today from my domineering sister. How humiliating is the truth of that?