Cousin Anastacia

I turn to see my cousin Stacy by the bedroom's doorway.

"You stretching out my clothes while I'm away, you big giraffe?" the petite redhead says as she steps into the room, leaving her baggage leaning against the doorframe. "Seems my mum taught you to enjoy a good spanking as well!" she remarks as she crosses into my webcam's view, her image being transmitted as well to my many admirers.

Owing to the still unusually hot weather, she is dressed minimally as well. A white sleeveless blouse fits loosely over her more than ample bosom. A worn denim miniskirt lets her lower half catch a breeze.

Still stunned into silence at her sudden entrance, I meekly watch, my head turned over my shoulder, as she wrests the tennis racket from my grip. She also grasps the navy briefs waistband and yanks it up so hard all of my sunkissed asscheeks are on display to my fans. My paying clients are getting an extra treat. My cousin's bending over me has put her pantied ass on display as well. Her short skirt's hem fails to conceal her lush alabaster ass.

"You should learn, though, couz, that a spanking is best administered by another person, namely me!" She swings the racket hard at my now completely exposed arse.

"Yowtch, Stacy!" I squeal, seeing that the net of the racket has left an imprint of mesh where it made contact. It quickly fades, though. Just in time for another whack to my other cheek.

"Gosh, Stacy! Take it easy!" I cry.

Stacy sees my eyes glance past her as she readies a response to my complaint. She turns her head slightly, only to see her image on the screen of my laptop's monitor. She squints her eyes a little to read the words my audience has typed in response.

"You really are a dirty girl, cousin o' mine," Stacy breathes too softly for the laptop's microphone to pick up as she leans near my ear. Then, in a stage voice, she states, "I'm sorry, dear cousin. I really have been quite rough on you. I'm sorry!" She lowers her head, smiling at me slyly.

I'm surprised to see and feel my cousin's lips on my reddened botty cheeks. The moist wet pecks really do feel wonderful.

BING-BONG!

The doorbell echoes through the stone cottage.