All Played Out  -  Don Brown

Autumn effortlessly took over from summer.

Too cold for shorts now and it was getting darker earlier.

Playing out became less and less as August gave way to September, and back to school.

But on a fine night or by a full moon out we’d all be. No need to call for anyone we all saw and heard the buzz.

We were brought up around the dinning table, the only meal we ever had together, even Sunday lunch was in the evening after daddy had been for a few pints, then slept it off.

Here we discussed everything of relevance to our family, questions were asked and decisions given, pretty democratic really and much the same in most households.

On the Avenue where I was born and lived, girls and boys played together and at all ages.

We had competitions with the other 2 avenues, soccer, cricket, rounders or running, we were very competitive then, and extremely patriotic to our own street, we were just following tradition I suppose.

From mid to late evening I remember the front doors opening and mums would shout out their kids names, Billy Piper, bed time, they only shouted twice, you always got the benefit of the doubt after the first, and a whole lot more if ever a third call was needed as by one our numbers were depleted.

I was always one of the first, so rushed in got my jim jams on and went into my brothers bedroom to look out of his window. I was lucky because we lived half way on the avenue with a street lamp outside so it used to be the meeting place.

You saw different hiding places that the older kids used for when we were playing a type of hide and seek called "Cargo". It was a was a simple game of picking someone to be "on" first, usually the youngest, standing them by our lamppost, counting to a 100 and then looking for you.

Also from the bedroom window I could see the older boys spending more and more time talking to the older girls. Perhaps the odd stolen kiss and usually his hands up her jumper fondling her breasts.

My name was called but i was kissing Mark Williams and never heard it. Mark had had enough on top of my bra and was trying his luck below when again my name was called. "Go on" he said, "all girls like to be touched up and fingered by their boyfriends"

"NO" I said just as my eldest brother Paul came into the passageway where we were. He saw Marks hand up my skirt and down my knickers as I pulled away, Mark saw him and began to run away as a well timed kick in the balls brought him to his knees gasping.

"You inside now and wait for me in the best room" without argument I flew down the passageway and home, as I ran I heard muffled cries from behind as Mark was taught some manners.

I waited about 5 minutes then Paul arrived in "Tina, you dirty girl, how dare you play such games, especially as you know mum and dad are away until tomorrow"

"I`m so sorry Paul, but it was Mark, I never wanted………….."

"Enough, save your excuses for dad. I will have to ring him and get him home tonight"

" Oh no please don’t ring please, can’t you, won’t you………"

"Spit it out Tina, won’t I what?"

"Please Paul, can’t you deal with the situation, you’ve spanked me before when mum and dad were out"

"That was different, had it just been you late home after I called twice believe me your knickers would be round your ankles now for a spanking"

"Please Paul please, I will accept any punishment from you, just don’t call dad", I began to weep.

Paul thought, "You know I have a few friends round?"

"Yes"

"You will go upstairs into dads room and take one of his belts from his wardrobe, come back into the kitchen, hand it to me and say, please Paul will you spank me for being late home, we won’t mention Mark’s hands down your knickers to the others"

"Yes Paul" I ran upstairs and quickly put on clean knickers, even in my panic I did not want his friends to see my grubby playing out pants. Pulling them up I took my comb and combed my bush, no idea why, the marks from daddy’s cane a few nights before still visible, received because I was lippy.

Into daddy’s room and took the first I got hold of, too young then to differentiate between belt widths and thickness.

I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen, 5 pairs of eyes looked at me as I approached with a thin brown leather belt.

They all knew what to expect and all stopped talking.

"Paul, I`m sorry I never heard your call and I`m sorry for disturbing your time with your friends. Please could I ask you to punish me as daddy would for being late home?"

He looked me up and down, how he would enjoy punishing his young 16-year-old sister, the one who told mum about the mark on his neck, whom then told daddy.

The one who told mum about him taking some money from the holiday jar without asking, and again she told daddy. As big as he was daddy took him to the wood shed and I spied his bare bum as he bent over the saw bench and took at least 50 from daddy’s razor strop.

On reflection maybe I should have waited for him to ring daddy, too late now though.

"Yes, of course, its only fitting that as it was me whom you ignored, it should be me who spanks you"

I bent over and before gripping my ankles pulled my skirt up, and over my bottom, his mates gasped.

Paul came behind me, "Upstairs and put on your nighty, and if you are not down before I count to 100 everyone will have a spank"

"But Paul you neve……………………."

"1"

I flew out of the room and started undressing as I went, jumper over my head and bra unclipped, skirt zip down as my shoes were flicked off. In my room I stripped naked and got out my favourite nighty and started off back downstairs I was putting it on, back into the kitchen just as…..

"101", oh how unlucky is that"

Everyone laughed, except me.

Paul, his friend Mike and his girlfriend Mo, and Phil, and his girlfriend Jean.

"Who’s first"? Mike sat forward on his dinning chair and patted his knee.

Although only 16 I had had feelings below, many a time, and managed to quell them with my hand, but that was when I was reading a naughty book, or thinking of Jordy Wilson, wishing he would sweep me off my feet and do me in his bedroom.

Why was I getting that tingling feeling, yet I was going to be spanked, and by 5 different hands, my knees buckled a little and Paul led me to Mike.

"Don`t hold back Mike, everyone gets 60 seconds"

I was laid over Mikes knee and my nighty raised up under my arms, baring me almost naked.

"Go"

Mike started, alternating cheeks, hurting almost at once.

"Harder Mike, harder, spank her as you spank me" blurted out Mo

She instantly realised what she had said, and let out a large chuckle.

"Stop"

Mike stopped and passed me over to Mo, she giggled, "This is unusual, its usually me upturned" she said

She sensually patted and rubbed my bare bottom and I could not control my feelings, I bit on a mouthful of my nighty which was aver my head to stop my moans and I must have cum, Mo knew this but said nothing.

"Time"

Paul lifted me off Mo, quite easy at 108 pounds and as daddy says, as skinny as a spider, and my nighty stayed behind. I was stark naked in front of my brother, nothing new their, as I said we had few secrets as a family and often saw each other naked between bedroom and bathroom, and his friends.

Looking back it must have been quite a treat for them, just gone 16 and just out of puberty, 5 foot 6 inch, jet black hair, 34b boobs and my black bush trimmed into a heart shape.

I was soon over Paul’s knee, and boy could he spank, I was very quickly in tears, all urges long past by the time his minute was up.

"Here you go Phil, make her squeal"

I was passed around like a rag doll, Phil was also an expert but I felt his cock on my little slit and the minute passed in a second.

"Your turn Jean, how do you want her?"

"Its ok Paul, I wont bother"

"Jean" a raised voice called.

"Really Phil, I`d rather not"

"No problem, Mike will you take Jeans go, Jean, come here"

"Oh please Phil don`t please"

She knew what was about to happen, I was stood naked with a glowing bottom, soaking slit and hands by my side and Jean was beckoned to Phil.

She stood in front of him, an 18-year-old stunner, 5 foot 7 inch, long blonde hair, gorgeous looking boobs and leg that seemed to go on forever.

"I asked you twice Jean, you know the punishment"

She blushed the same colour as my bottom as she dropped her skirt and lowered her knickers to her knees and lowered herself over Phil’s knee. Her bottom facing me as he made her open her legs and her blonde slit slightly open for all to see.

Phil bent down and removed one of her white sneakers and without further ado, spanked her hard, I was again draped over Mikes knee over mikes bulge and he too begin to spank and I pushed down onto him.

Looking up I saw Mo`s hand slip up her skirt and down the front of her own knickers

Jeans walloping made her scream easily drowning my moans as I cum again.

"Stop" and Mike stopped, but Phil continued.

I was helped up and was just about to leave when Paul moved me to the front of the kitchen, "grip your ankles, you have the belt to come". As a young girl whose head was spinning and whose slit was buzzing went straight over but looked over to Jean.

Phil stopped and stood Jean up, "Top and bra off and join that little girl Jean, you need the belt too." Jean full of tears dare not refuse, her jumper of she hesitated slightly, then took it off. What a shock, the tiniest boobs, maybe a 32 with her pink rosebuds at full attention.

"Fuck that, I`m not being left out" and before you knew it Mo was naked. She was also around 5 foot 7 inch but with a full figure, 36dd full pear shaped breasts with a dark ring pushing up lighter pink nipples the shape of bullets. Hers was the first ever shaven pussy I had ever seen.

The other boys removed their belts and we were all given about 30 whips, my little slit was on fire and I did not need telling twice to get to my room. I flew out of the door and was just approaching the stairs when Paul said, "I`ll leave you 4. I`ll have a smoke in the back garden" and the back door closed.

I crept back to the kitchen door as Mike and Phil propped their trousers and pants, both had the biggest cocks ever and simultaneously mounted their girls from behind.

I could not hold back and began to play with my slit, it was divine as I cum and cum, and the girls came together as the boys moaned.

I quietly climbed the stairs and laid on my bed and played again, my clit as big as an egg and my squeezed nipples sending shock waves to my slit.

It was the best night ever, and I mean ever, ok I had to sleep on my tummy, and a few days latter when daddy was spanking me, he commented on how pink it still was from his spanking days ago.

I was spanked pretty frequently in front of those five and also Clair, Pauls girlfriend in the months to come, boy was I a lucky girl.


 

Sirs Boots - Slavebhoy

Spring had finally arrived, and the sun beat down over the large country house where the butter yellow daffodils were glowing radiantly against the fresh verdant lawns.

The Master was sat in his large, cushioned wicker chair that sat prominently and alone on the back terrace. He had called for his male servant and was eagerly awaiting his arrival, when he heard light, hurried footsteps from inside, a pitter patter of nervous panic perhaps.

"Good." The Master had spoken.

The servant dutifully stood before him, hands locked behind his back and listened attentively to the instruction that would be given to him.

"I asked you earlier this morning to prepare my horse for this afternoon, as well as making sure that my boots were polished up and ready. Are they?"

There was a brief pause, while the servant shuffled and looked at the floor, agitated.

"Well, boy?"

"Sorry, Master, it has been a very busy morning and it was the next job to do on my list. I'm very sorry Master, I will get to it right away."

The Master stood up and imposed himself over the slight servant.

"Go there now boy. And I mean now, boy." "Yes Master, yes Master."

The servant was off like a shot and bolted over to the stables where the large impressive horse was peering over the door hatch as if smiling at the welcome Spring sunshine.
The boy ran into the stable and pulled down his Master's long black boots and placed them on the bundles of hay that were lying throughout the stables, preparing them for a polish.
He fetched the cloth and brush and began to treat the boots.
He did it with a care and respect that his Master had come to expect.

He had a love for his job and serving his Master that showed itself in the finest of details.

There was a sudden noise at the stable door as the Master slammed it shut behind him.

He looked sternly at the servant, holding his stare.

"This is not acceptable boy, is it?

These boots are still not polished, the horse is still not prepared. You're pathetic boy. Pathetic.
What happens now, boy?" asked the Master forcefully.

"I'm not sure Master." replied the servant meekly.

"You are sure, boy. You will be punished again boy and punished hard. Turn around."

"Yes Master."

"Trousers and pants down, boy and hands behind your head. I want to look at you for a moment."