Chapter 7: Girls Do it All the Time

Continued from chapter 6:

The delighted faces of the other girls reflect back at me in the mirror, taking in my punishment, my tears, and all the little emotions dancing across my face as I am spanked.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

I have never felt more ****, more exposed, more humiliated.

Bianca continues my spanking, each smack of the paddle sending jolts of stinging pain through my tender flesh. The slaps fall in a steady rhythm, painting my once-pristine bottom a vibrant shade of red.

Tears stream freely down my face as I wail and writhe against my bonds. I am utterly at the mercy of my friend’s disciplining hand.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“Shhh, just breathe through it, sweetheart,” Bianca coaxes, her voice wavering slightly with sadistic glee.

“You’re doing so well, taking your punishment like a big girl. Only a few more to go!”

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The other sisters watch with rapt attention. Some bite their lips, while others squirm in place, spellbound by my degradation. Avonlea counts out each strike, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

“Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen… Almost there, Ero!”

Bianca reaches twenty. She breathes hard with exertion, her face flushed with excitement. She holds out the paddle.

“Alright, girls, who’s next?”

Mia eagerly snatches the paddle from Bianca’s hand. A wicked gleam shines in her eye as she positions herself behind my throbbing, crimson bottom. She takes a moment to admire her handiwork, tracing a finger along the vivid red welts marring my skin.

“Mmm, Bianca did such a thorough job warming you up, Ero,” she says.

“But I think it’s time to really make this sassy booty sing!”

With that declaration, Mia draws back the paddle and delivers a blistering smack directly to my sit-spot, where my bottom meets my thighs. The sharp crack echoes obscenely in the room, followed by my anguished howl.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Mia alternates cheeks, each blow landing with precise, punishing ****.

I shriek, weep, and wail. Bianca has painted me with pain, and now Mia sets my bottom on fire. I can’t believe three more girls will do this to me when she is finished.

Mia completes her set of twenty, handing the paddle off to Erica with a satisfied smirk.

“Your turn, sis,” she says.

“Let’s see if you can make him scream even louder!”

Erica accepts the paddle, her dark green eyes flashing with anticipation. She takes her position, running the smooth wood teasingly along the curves of my abused rear.

“Ready or not, Ero, here I come!” she says.

Without warning, she unleashes a barrage of swift, stinging smacks. The paddle connects with my sit-spots, upper thighs, and lower cheeks in a dizzying pattern.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The harsh impacts punctuate my anguished cries. Tears and drool stream down my contorted face as I thrash uselessly against the satin ropes binding me.

I am full-on screaming now, tears pouring down my face, mixing with the snot running from my nose. Strings of drool run down my chin as the paddle continues its relentless ****, each blow tattooing my bottom.

Once Erica reaches twenty, she lands her final stroke with a thunderous splat. The jolt rocks me to my core. The girls shriek, clap, and giggle, their delighted faces aglow with triumph.

Avonlea walks around to the front of the bench and kneels before me, holding my face in her hands, making no effort to clean me up. She is beautiful, and I feel deeply embarrassed to be seen by her this way. She pouts playfully.

“There, there, sweet sister,” she says.

“Only two more spankings to go, but my, my, you are making such a racket. We will have to do something about that, or the neighbors will hear.”

She turns to Bianca.

“Bianca, do we have anything in our naughty kit of toys that we were going to use in our game later? Something to keep Ero’s mouth busy so his screams don’t wake the neighborhood?”

The girls squeal with laughter, clapping their hands in delight.

“Absolutely, Avonlea,” Bianca replies, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I have just the thing.”

She scampers off and returns with what looks like a ball gag, fashioned in the shape of a real-life, pink phallus. Sagging, flesh-like testicles dangle from it, with a strap meant to secure it to someone’s head.

My head.

Bianca hands the penis gag to Avonlea, who beams with excitement.

“This is just peeerrrrrfect,” she says, leaning closer to my eye level.

“Open wide, sweet sister. We have just the thing to keep that naughty mouth busy.”

I open my mouth, and the penis gag slides over my lips, stopping just short of the back of my throat. Bianca and Avonlea secure it to my head, the flesh-like testicles flapping against my chin.

Avonlea kneels before me again, locking eyes.

“There we go, sweet sister,” she says.

“Now you can scream as much as you want. And I promise you, you will want to scream after Brooklyn is done with you.”

Avonlea grins wickedly, her fingers pressing a button behind the pulsating testicles. They begin to churn gently in their sac with a low mechanical hum. The phallic gag in my mouth starts to throb rhythmically, a menacing harbinger of what's to come.

“These balls are filled with synthetic semen,” she giggles, her eyes sparkling with malice.

“It’s remote-controlled. I can release it gradually, like this…”

She presses a button, and a warm spurt of synthetic semen coats the back of my mouth before sliding down my throat. I swallow, my eyes welling up with tears.

Avonlea frowns, her expression a mockery of outrage.

“Oh, Ero, girls do it all the time,” she chides, her voice dripping with feigned empathy.

“I think more boys should experience having a mouth full of penis, swallowing semen—all the things you boys expect us to do without complaint. It’s not pleasant, you know. Well, I guess you do now.”

She presses the button again, and I swallow another small glob of the slimy, semi-salty fluid. The taste isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but the texture is far from pleasant. My stomach churns, but I have **** but to endure this twisted lesson Avonlea is determined to teach.

“Okay, Brooklyn,” she giggles.

“You’re up!”

To be continued in chapter 8...