Sister Disciplines Me

I'm sitting on a sore bottom (and sore somewhere else as well), writing up the events of earlier today. I have just been thoroughly disciplined by my Big Sister Susan. It was a very, very emotional experience.

As I wrote up in my last blog post, Sunday Dinner, Sue told me I would be disciplined "by the book" for blabbing to my Mom and Dad about her involvement in my spankings which, unsurprisingly, she did not appreciate. "By the book" refers to my DD Contract I wrote up more for my husband's sake, and shared with Sue for her opinion, who read it and declared me "certifiably insane", but in a good-natured (?) way.

I was at my Mom and Dad's house and she "joked" that she would take me upstairs and spank me then and there. She laughed at me when I thought she was serious. Instead, she told me she'd come around Wednesday after dinner to discipline me. She arranged it with David who had no qualms whatsoever handing me over to her for that purpose. They agreed it would be "by the book", and accordingly David would have me nude, facing the corner, for when Sue arrived. With David we've agreed it's usually his hand. With Sue I was expecting the large wooden spoon.

I had not consciously considered my sister as a potential disciplinarian under the terms of my contract. In my mind, it was clearly intended as a thing between a dominant husband and a taken-in-hand wife. Yes, I had contemplated others spanking me in the contract, but not in the manner spelled out in the contract, which is very intimate in many ways. However, David and Sue both clearly interpreted it differently, and as it is a matter of discipline, I am not allowed to question my husband's interpretation, per the contract. Moreover, having Sue perform the duties is clearly not a contract violation, and there is a decent argument that it may even be specifically called out, so I made my own bed and must now lie in it.

Sue was due to arrive at 8pm. I had been dreading the moment since Sunday. Ok, to be honest, both dreading and anticipating. The "dread" part came from the fact that I knew Sue would not go easy on me with the large wooden spoon. While she always maintains a pleasant demeanour, she was legitimately pissed off at me this time. She did not want Mom and Dad knowing she was mixed up in my shit. So I was expecting the worst. I had been seriously spanked by her once before and it was no joke.

Of course, being who I am, the expectation of pain and embarrassment excites me as well. So I alternated between being sexually excited at the prospect of my disciplining, and being scared of it as well.

At 7pm David sent me upstairs to undress and bathe. He said he expected me down no later than 7:45pm to perform naked corner time in the living room while I awaited Sue's arrival.

I took a bubble bath and washed thoroughly. For some reason I wanted to smell nice for my sister. I felt it was more... submissive. I was done at around 7:40pm, and very self-consciously made my way back downstairs buck naked and stuck my nose in the corner of the living room. David was seated there reading, and he did not say a word to me as I did that. I was in a state of disgrace, as called for in the contract.

It was a very long 20 minutes until the front doorbell rung. All the dread and anticipation of the past three days seemed hyper-concentrated into my 20 minutes in the corner.

The doorbell rang. It was so loud! DING DONG. I could hear David go to the door, open it for Sue, and greet her. I could hear them kissing each other twice on the cheek.

"Where's our naughty girl," asked Sue. here I am.

David brought Sue into the living room. "Put your hands on your head!" she said sternly. I did so immediately and said "Yes Ma'am". She meant business, oh crap.

"Where do you keep that big wooden spoon?" Sue asked David as they walked to the kitchen.

"Not sure," replies David. "One of those drawers? No not that one. Over there maybe?" I could hear them rummaging around through my kitchen. I knew exactly where I kept the big wooden spoon Sue was referring to.

"Oh, here it is!" said Sue, finding it. oh goody.

The spoon she was thinking of is this one.

Holy shit! There are two kinds of wooden spoons. The kind my Mom threatened us kids with (but never actually used), and the kind that is used to make a big girl regret her decision-making. This was the latter.

She came back into the living room with David and they sat.

"You. Come here," she said. She wouldn't even use my name. I was "you" to her.

I came out of my corner, my hands still on my head, and went over to face her. I felt really naked. She was sitting and sort of sprawled out on the sofa, a foot on the coffee table. She had on blue jeans, her dark grey alpaca sweater, and suede ankle boots. She's blonde like me. The wooden spoon was tossed casually beside her, and in her hand she held a stapled together printout of what turned out to be my DD Contract.

"Kneel up here," she said, pointing to a spot in front of her, "cross your arms behind your back. Hold your elbows."

"Yes Ma'am" I whispered, and knelt up, and crossed my arms behind my back. My breasts jutted out. I was conscious of my shaved sex. This was some kind of "slave position" or something.

"I want to go over this contract with you before we get started," she said.

Sue then went over the contract clause by clause. I can mostly reproduce what she said by reading through it myself as I write this. It triggers certain phrases she used throughout that I remember. I'll just render the dialog here as best I can based on that.

"Purpose... Definitions... Effective Date. It says you've agreed to abide to this until October, correct? No renegotiation until then? You're bound are you? Ok, a lot of boilerplate about the renegotiation process. General Duties. Your Duties next. Obedience. You need to be obedient to David, or his delegate, yes?"

"Yes, Ma'am. David can delegate and all the terms apply. That's how he interprets it Ma'am."

"And all matters of interpretation are left to David. But do you agree with his interpretation?"

"It doesn't matter Ma'am."

"I asked you a fucking question," she insisted.

"Yes Ma'am, I agree with my husband's interpretation of my contract, Ma'am."

"You need to accept your discipline gracefully is how I'm reading this. No backtalk. Yes Sir, No sir. You can keep using Ma'am for me. Then there's a specific clause about Sexual Obedience. After being punished you have to accept whatever sex act is demanded of you, correct? Is that delegated as well?"

"Yes Ma'am," I answered. Was she going there?

"Sounds like fun for David. Then a bunch of stuff around your commitments.  Exercising, diet, weight, booze, keeping yourself waxed and shaved..." she looked me over. "Check. And, ha ha, highest standards of personal hygiene especially your ass and cunt. Did you clean them for me?" she asked with a laugh.

"Yes Ma'am."

"No nasty smells?"

"No Ma'am"

"You do smell nice. Chores. Safety. Oh! Ladylike comportment. Very nice. Kink. You need to scene your hubby. I can see that. Are you keeping that up, you two, with all of this?"

"Yes Ma'am." I answered truthfully. I had just scened David last on Saturday so I was good there.

"And here's the famous Oral Sex clause. Ha ha. You have to improve do you? And consult experts? I'm no slouch myself, you know?"

"I know, Ma'am."

"I'll give you a little training session some other day. Maybe I can demonstrate on David, while you watch, ok?"

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am". She was teasing me. But she might also be serious.

"She is obedient!" she told David. I don't know what David made of that. Was she just teasing? She has blown him before, which got under my skin.

"And it says you can't spit. Are you a spitter? Men hate that. Even I know that much. Going Potty. Ha ha. Ok, here it is, the Discipline section."

She spent some time silently re-reading that part.

"Oh, this is carte blanche, sweetie."

She never uses "sweetie" with me!

"You do get a safeword. Are you going to use it if I spank you too hard?"

"No Ma'am"

"That's right. You can take it. Types of Discipline. Awww, punished like a child but more painful and more embarrassing. I think I can arrange that. Naked. Check. Public locations? Embarrassing and slutty outfits in public? Naughty girl. Spanking Discipline: here that is. David should mostly use his hand because he's a guy. I can use whatever I want, though, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am. Next clause Ma'am."

"Oh that's right, it says that right here anyways. Different positions. Exposure. Oh and here it is, David may invite other participants to apply Discipline on his behalf. Am I invited, David?"

"Absolutely," he said, "anytime."

Anytime????

"And naughty, naughty, naughty, you specifically mention Dad. You know I think he was turned on seeing you spanked. He hasn't stopped talking about it, according to Mom. That's gross. Cornertime, yada, yada, yada. Timing and Location. Basically anywhere anytime. Ha! Discipline Integrity. It says you need to come out of it Reflective, Remorseful, Surrendered, and Embarrassed. I'll do my best. And then, Awww, After-Care. That's nice. Then the Discipline Ceremony. Sounds very official. Disrobe completely. Yup. Cornertime. Check. Silent and kneeling. Check. Now I have to ask you why you are going to be disciplined. Do I do this here or upstairs?"

"If we're going upstairs, then upstairs, Ma'am," I answered.

"We are going upstairs. I'm not going to spank you in front of David. This will be a little sister-to-sister bonding time. Ok?"

"Yes Ma'am," Oh Shit.

"blah, blah, blah, little warmup spanking then the main event. Got it. More cornertime maybe, then After Care. Next something about Immediate Discipline which doesn't apply here so I can skip that, and then a bunch of stuff about Maintenance Spanking, again doesn't apply here. And that's all she wrote. You are a little perv."

"Yes Ma'am," I agreed.

"Ok, let's do this," Sue said as she put down the contract and picked up the big wooden spoon. "Stand up. Go up to your bedroom and park your nose in the corner, I'll be up in a minute."

I stood and went upstairs and put my nose in the corner. I wasn't sure where to put my hands, so settled on my head, as Sue had required before.

I found out afterwards from David that she double-checked with him that it was ok to spank me one-on-one in the bedroom, and she cleared the implement and the severity. She did not consult him on the "extras" she was thinking of for me. I didn't know any of that at the time.

I heard my sister coming up the stairs for me, and into the bedroom where I was cornered.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said. "You know I am pretty mad at you. Come here."

Sue had taken a seat by the side of the bed. The wooden spoon was beside her. I went to her.

"Kneel down in front of me. Give me your hands. Eyes down."

This was all straight out the Contract. I knelt at her feet submissively with my knees spread and looked down at the carpet. I held out my hands to her and she took both my hands into hers. This was another one of those "slave positions" that Jenny over at Domestic Discipline, Jenny Style! adopted into her Contract. My pussy was spread and open in front of Sue.

It was humbling for me to be kept like that in front of my fully-clothed sister who was preparing to spank me for betraying her trust.

"Why are you being disciplined?" she asked me.

"Because I... I told Mom and Dad that you were involved in my spankings..."

"Yes you did. What right did you have to do that? You know I didn't want them to know, We talked about it when we started. It was supposed to be a secret to them. A secret to everyone we did not explicitly share it with, which we would decide together. You broke your promise to me."

"I'm sorry," I said. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

"I didn't... didn't intend to... it just came out in the moment. I'm sorry." I started crying.

"I'm very upset with you, Julie." she said.

"I thought you weren't so mad about it," I said, still crying.

"I'm not going to yell. I'm not going to scream. But I am angry with you. You broke your trust with me."

"I'm so sorry..." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Alright, I can see you are," Sue said. "and I'm going to forgive you after I've disciplined you. Is that fair enough?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said, sniffling.

"Thank you for recognizing you did wrong."

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Now get up here and crawl across my knee for your spanking."

The word spanking always effects me.

"Yes Ma'am," I said. I was still crying as I went across Sue's knee. My feet and chest were supported on the bed. My middle was across her lap, over her jeans. Her Angora sweater was soft against me.

"I'm going to start with a warm-up spanking with just my hand," she told me. She then started in on spanking my naked cheeks.

It wasn't very many, maybe a couple of dozen, and they increased in intensity, but it was pretty mild. She paused and must have reached for the wooden spoon, because the next thing I knew it was positioned squarely on my left cheek.

"I'm going to give you one-hundred spanks with the spoon," Sue said, "and I expect you to apologize to me, and keep apologizing to me, as I'm doing it." She lifted the spoon off my cheek and started my spanking.

Ow!

"I'm sorry Ma'am!" I cried out.

Ow. Oh. Ow. Ouch. Ow. Oh.

"I'm sorry Ma'am! I'm really, really, sorry. I apologize! I'll be more thoughtful! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Ow. Oh. Ow. Ouch. Ow. Oh.

I kept up the apologies. That was the toughest part. But apologizing constantly during a one-hundred spank spanking does drive the point home. I also got that feeling. I had done wrong. I was being punished. My Big Sister was punishing me. The point of the spanking was not kink. The point was punishment. That makes it different. Expiation of guilt feels good. Makes me feel... cared for. Cared for by my big sister. It also occurred to me, now that the cat was out the bag, would this spanking be a topic for next Sunday's family dinner? Dad did ask last week if I had been spanked. What would we say? I guess I would have to defer to Sue.

After the one hundred she said, "ok, we're done with your spanking. Stand up now." I must say, I was disappointed. It should have been much harder. I was frankly expecting much, much worse.

More like this.

I got up off her lap. I leaned in to give her a hug and say "thank you", but she held me away. "Oh, we're not done yet," Sue said. I suspected I had gotten off a little too easy.

"You really fucked me over with Mom and Dad," she said.

I was confused. Confused but also... sensing what was coming. No...

"I know, I'm sorry..." I said again.

"Where do you keep your strap-on?" she asked me.

Oh no no no. An ass fucking from my sister!?! Just earlier today a commenter had asked,

I was wondering what in particular made you definitely not want a spanking from Sue in your old room?[...] Maybe you made the wrong choice and should've taken your spanking in your old bedroom rather than have to take a naked spanking and a potential strap-on fucking.
-Kasey

How prophetic. I answered.

I was not thinking I was trading it off for a potential strap-on fucking. I really can't imagine she would go there.

But was she? Was she going to go there? I had no defence. The Contract allows for delegation. and in the Sexual Obedience section it states, "After having been Disciplined [...] [Delegate] may ask for any sexual act to be performed upon or by Julie, and Julie cannot refuse, regardless of the act." I would not back out of my contract. If she insisted, it was her right.

"Where do you keep your strap-on?" she asked me.

"in the... top drawer..." and I pointed to the bedside table. Sue opened the drawer and found my strap-on harness.

"where's the big dildo?" she asked.

"bottom drawer..."

"Is it clean?" she asked.

"yes ma'am" I answered back quietly. I always keep my toys clean...

She got them both out and assembled them.

Assembled for a painful and humiliating punishment
fucking from my sister to teach me my place.

She took her sweater off revealing a white T underneath. She took off her boots, socks, and her jeans. She had full-cut black panties on. She put the strap-on on over her panties with a practised efficiency and cinched it into place.

"Kneel down, I want to talk to you," she said. I knelt.

She got near to me and bumped the tip of Adam gently into my face.

"I'm not going to rape you," she told me. "I know I could do what I wanted to, because of your dumb contract. But I'm not going to make you. I think you fucked me, and now I want to teach you a lesson by fucking you, but it's up to you. If you don't want to, I'll forgive you all the same. But if you really want to apologize to me, you'll accept it."

Oh gosh, what a choice. I confess to being a bit... turned on. Mainly by her masculine-style dominance. And no matter what Sue said about letting me off the hook, it would be against my Contract to refuse, and I would not do that regardless.

I indicated my acceptance by taking her cock in my mouth.

"No no, you greedy little whore," Sue said, pulling the dick away from me. "That'll be for another time."

I felt embarrassed. I know it's stupid, but it felt like I was being rejected? And talk about embarrassing myself. Trying to suck my sister's dick?

"If you want to do this, get up on the bed, tits down and ass up," she said.

I went on to the bed as indicated. I put my arms out in front of me with my forehead and breasts down on the bedsheets. I waited.

"Arch your back more," she said.

I pulled my body in a bit tighter and arched harder, presenting my ass.

I appreciated that Sue gave me a choice (in her mind). But it's almost more embarrassing that I had a choice. I could have gotten away without submitting to this. I would still have been completely forgiven. So this was a choice I made. It was my choice to be presenting like this to my Big Sister for an ass fucking.

"Lube?" she asked.

"top drawer..." I answered. My ass was going to get destroyed. Adam is bigger and harder than David. And David's cock hurt in my ass already. I was not at all stretched out. This was going to be hard to take. I was scared.

She got the tube of lube and asked me for my right hand. I crossed it under me and put my hand out, palm up. She squirted a generous portion of lube onto my hand.

"Get yourself ready for me," she said.

I took the lube, reached around behind me, and started rubbing it into my asshole.

"Not your ass, stupid. Your pussy," she said.  "I'm not sodomizing you, I'm fucking you," she said. "Don't move now, I need to wash your hand."

Oh blush. Now I was an ass whore as well. But... pussy? That is very, very intimate... I didn't think she would... do that.

Sue came back with a washcloth and cleaned the lube off my hand. And then she cleaned my asshole off with the washcloth also! She made me give her my other hand, and squirted lube into that.

"Get your pussy ready for me," she told me.

"yes ma'am," I said. I passed my hand under me and rubbed the lube onto my pussy lips and into the hole. I was already a bit wet.

Sue took more of the lube and lubed up her dildo. She used the washcloth to clean both our hands, and then she wiped gently around the entrance to my pussy to remove excess lube. She lined up behind me and I could feel the head at my pussy lips.

"Guide it in," she told me. I put my hand back under me and using my hand a bit and my hips, I put the tip of the dildo where it should go. Sue gently pushed in. Oooh. Owww. Adam is pretty big, even for my pussy. The tip passed into me though, and Sue pushed it to about halfway. She pulled back and then pushed back in again. She did that a few more times and I could feel her cock going deeper into me each time.

Sue grabbed onto my hips and hoisted me up a bit towards her. "Ok, I'm going to give you one-hundred thrusts now. I want you to count them out." She pulled back and thrust all the way in. Ahhh!

"one," I said.

She pulled back and repeated

"t...t...t...two"

Again, and again and again she fucked me deeply. None too hard, none too fast, but all of them deep. She varied the pace, and varied the speed of the thrust, and varied the angle, and varied the depth of the thrust. Sue was actually good. She knew how to fuck. And she was fucking me! I was her fuck toy!

At fifty she paused. Pulled out. Applied more lube to her dildo. And pushed it back in. It went in easily.

"fifty-one"

"fifty-two"

and so on to

"ninety-nine"

"one hundred"

On the one hundredth stroke she stayed deep inside of me. She leaned over me and almost in a whisper said, "do you get it now? If you fuck me, I'm going to fuck you back."

I had to answer, deeply impaled on her cock, "yes Ma'am, I understand."

She pulled out, gave me a slap on my ass (!), and said, "go rinse off that pussy and wash your hands."

I went to the bathroom and used a washcloth on my private parts. I'd just been fucked. Fucked by my sister. I put my fingers into my pussy. She had just been... there. I washed my hands, and then dried my hands and my pussy.

By the time I was back, Sue was already practically dressed again. She handed me the strap-on harness with the dildo inside. "Clean that off and put it away," she told me. I went back to the bathroom and washed the dildo with its special soap, and cleaned up the strap-on harness. I had to clean the dildo my sister just used on me. Oh bush. I took the strap-on harness and the dildo both back to the bedroom and stowed them and the lube in the bedside drawer.

Sue took both hands in mine. She was totally dressed. I was totally naked.

"David doesn't know about your fucking, and we're going to keep it that way. Nobody knows. Got it? Our little secret."

"Yes Ma'am," I answered earnestly. I would not be making that mistake again.

"Go back down to the living room and put your nose back in the corner where I found you."

"Yes Ma'am," I said. But before I left, and leaned in and gave Sue a massive hug. She hugged me back. "I love you," I told her. "I love you too," she said back to me. "Am I forgiven?" I asked her. "Yes. yes you are. Absolutely," said Sue with a smile.

I scooted back down to the living room and put my nose straight back into its corner. David came by to survey the damage. "She went easy on you," he said, observing the relatively mild state of my bum, and also no doubt on the lack of shrieking that had come out of the bedroom.

Sue was close behind me and answered him. "I don't know about that," said Sue. "I think she learned her lesson. Did you learn your lesson, Julie? Did you learn not to fuck with me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered concealing a smile on my face.

"Keep her in the corner as long as you think she needs. I've got to go now," said Sue. David saw her to the door and wished her goodbye.

He came back to me and said, "you're done." I came out of the corner. "What went on up there?" he asked me, highly suspicious.

"I got a spanking, and a good talking to."

"Is that it?" he asked.

"That's it," I said. I couldn't disobey Sue on this.

"Alright, if you say so." He pulled me by the arm to the spanking chair, sat, and took me across his knee. He started directly spanking my ass with his hand.

"Just a little reminder to keep your confidences," he said as he spanked me. I think he was both reminding me about my earlier misbehaviour, but also reinforcing that he knew something else went on up there, and I was to keep it secret.

As usual, David's hand was hard and punishing. I was being spanked. He was letting me know to whom I belonged. He asked me, "are you going to be a good little girl the rest of the week?"

"Yes Sir! I'm going to be a... good little girl... all the rest of the week Sir!"

He finished spanking me and stood me up. "Now get upstairs to the bedroom, and get on the bed on your back and spread your legs for me."

"Yes Sir!" I said and ran to do as I was told. Did he know?

David came up, and gave me my second fucking in an hour. My pussy was a bit sore already, but it didn't matter. David was less than one hundred strokes, but it was raw and manly! He came inside of me as he grunted. He then immediately went down on me and started licking my pussy, and cleaning out his own cum. Midway through he came up to me, made me open my mouth, and French kissed a mixture of his cum and my pussy juices into my mouth. "Swallow," he said. I did. He went back down and "finished the job". Twice. He must have known! But I couldn't ask.

So that was all very unexpected for me. My sister and husband sure entertain me. I felt very dominated by my big sister. The fucking was almost... a-sexual in a way? She was using the big dildo to make a point, not to make love. Then afterwards, I was made love to by my husband. Oh yes. A very unique method of discipline, I must say!