Little Sister’s Games: A Broken Champagne Glass and a Well Spanked Ass

Careless behaviour in the scullery cannot go unpunished

I’m never very sharp first thing in the morning and I was surprised to find my younger sister lying in bed next to me, when I awoke. Then I remembered that she had been frightened by a thunder storm and had stayed with me for comfort after we had played together. Our naked bodies reminded me just how comfortable we had been!

Mary was still asleep so I lowered my hand to her pussy to give her best possible start to the day.

It didn’t take long before her thighs parted and she begab moisten in response. Her breath deepened and she began to moan.

“Mmmm mmmm ahhh.
“What are you doing? Stop that!”

Oh hell. That wasn’t the result I was expecting!

“Sorry, I thought you’d like it and… after everything we did last night. Remember?”

I cuddled her close, but my sister pulled away.

“I do like it, but you’re my brother!”

I was puzzled.
“I was your brother last night and you didn’t seem to mind.”

She climbed out of bed, angry, “We weren’t brother and sister last night were we? You were the butler and I was the scullery maid. I thought you got that, but obviously not!”

She gathered up her nightie and ran to her own room.

She was right – I didn’t get it.

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Not surprisingly things were tense between the two of us during the following days. It wasn’t that we were fighting and arguing like normal teenage siblings, it was simply that we weren’t talking at all! We gave each other a wide berth and without our night time games there was no way for us reconcile things between us.

This had gone on for almost two weeks when our parents told us they were going to some sort of celebration (we weren’t really listening) at the weekend and wouldn’t be home until the early hours of the morning. As our big sister would be staying with her boyfriend, they asked if we thought we were old enough to look after ourselves of if we needed a sitter. Of course we said we were old enough to be left on our own.

So, a few days later, our parents dressed up in their “glad rags”, wrote down their contact numbers and told us to “be good”, leaving us to fend for ourselves and order a “take away” for supper.
Mary and I both continued to avoid eachother and retreated to our own rooms.

After a couple of hours the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to collect our pizzas and took them to dining room.
Mary joined me. She had already changed into her pyjamas and she looked beautiful. More importantly, she was my sister and I loved her – even if she did get on my nerves, sometimes.

“Would you like some?” I asked offering her a slice my meat feast (I mean my pizza, not my cock!).

“Thank you.” she took a piece.

“Do you want, a bit of mine?”

“That would be nice.”

“Then come and get it!”

She held the doughy triangle up in the air, just out of my reach, snatching it away as I tried to take a bite – just like we had done as children.
She got out of her chair giggling, making me chase her until I trapped her in a corner. Most of the pizza topping had fallen onto the floor during chase but I ate what was left then tickled my smiling sister on the ribs. She tried to escape but I grabbed her and held her tight. It felt nice.

“I’ve missed this.” I told her.

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry I… you know… touched you… in bed… when you asleep.”

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have made such a big thing of it.”

“It was me that the big thing!” I joked and we laughed together for the first time in weeks and Mary kissed me the cheek. We were friends again.

After finishing our supper (and cleaning some of it off the floor) we said our goodnights and went to our rooms.

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It wasn’t long before I heard a light knocking on my door.
“I’m sorry Mr Hughes. I know it’s rather late, but could I see you please.”

“Mr Hughes” was the name she had given me when I had played the butler in her sexy role-play a few weeks earlier. Of course I would be happy to see her.

“One moment please.” I asked, giving me time to turn off my PC and straighten up up my pyjamas.
“Come in.”

Mary entered looking downcast in her plain old white cotton nightress.
She had changed out of her pj’s and I recognised the costume. She was my scullery maid once more.

“Well Bethany. I wasn’t expecting to see you at this hour.”

“No sir… I’m sorry but I’m afraid we had an accident in the scullery and one of the glasses got, erm, well sort of, broken.
I’m very sorry sir, it was an accident.” She bit her lip trying to act nervous, but making herself look even more sexy.

“Well, I’ve been in service long enough to understand that accidents happen. I don’t expect a procession of scullery maids outside my door every time something gets broken.”

“Erm, it wasn’t just accident Sir. You see we were all pretending to be ladies, having little party. I stuck my little finger out trying to be all genteel and I, er dropped, a glass sir (deep breath) one of those fancy champagne ones. I think they call it a saucer.”

“So you were all playing when you should have been working. What did the Housekeeper have to say about that?”

“Oh Mrs Dupont gave us all a good talking to and told us it mustn’t happen again and then (sniff) she said that I had to come and see you because I’d been a silly (sniff), I’d been a silly girl and broken a valuable glass and I’d be in a lot of trouble.”
She gabbled the final words as though she was about to burst into tears.

I was impassive.
“Mrs Dupont is correct. You have been very silly and immature…”

“Oh Mr Hughes. Please don’t sack me Sir – I’ll have to go home and live with my father again Sir and he’s… well he’s very cruel to me Sir.”

“Erm, I don’t think I can that, can I? Master Henry and Master Harry won’t be very happy if I sack you, will they Bethany?”

She stifled an embarrassed smile, “No sir, I suppose not.”

“And there’s no point me stopping the price of the glass out of your wages, because you’d have to work here until you were seventy years old.”

“Oh sir… what are you going to do to me then?”

“Well you do deserve to be punished for your behaviour and I have to set an example to the rest of the staff…”

“Am I going to get a beating sir? Caroline said I might. She said it was the least I could expect. It’s okay sir, I know I deserve it, no matter how much it hurts.”

“Yes, I do think a spanking is the very least you deserve.”

“Oh yes sir. Thank you for not sacking me Sir. Do I need to bend over your knee Sir?”

“Yes you do Bethany.”
I caught my breath in my growing excitement.
“Get right over. I want you on your tiptoes with your bottom in the air where I can see it.”

“Oh Mr Hughes. You’re not going to spank me on the bare, are you Sir? Oh no please don’t!”

“Of course I am you silly girl.”

I yanked her nightress up past her hips revealing a pair of plain white granny pants.
They weren’t the type my sister wore at all, but maybe they were appropriate for an Edwardian maid.
Anyway, it didn’t matter – they were coming off!
I took hold of the waistband.

“Oh sir not my knickers please. I beg you”

I pulled them down a little and understood why she was protesting.

“Stand up.” I ordered her brusquely.
“Hands on your head.”

She complied instantly and without question.

I dropped to my knees, reached up her skirt and pulled her knickers to the floor.
Two dish cloths came down with them.
I held them up for her to see.

“What is the meaning of this, girl,?” I asked. “And don’t you dare pretend that you don’t know.”

Mary squirmed with embarrassment and muttered, “They were for padding Sir.”

“Speak up girl.”

“Padding Sir – to protect my bottom Sir. My father used to use his belt when my sisters and I were naughty and I thought you might do the same and it really hurts so I took the dish cloths from the scullery and stuffed them down my knickers.
I am really really sorry Sir.”
She put her arms around me. “Please don’t treat me too harshly.”

“Get your hands back on your head!” I barked.
“There’s no excuse for that sort of behaviour and I will deal with it in due course.
Now though,” I pulled the nightie over her head, stripping her bare, “Get back over my knee!”

I instantly regretted making Mary bend over so quickly, I wished I’d taken a moment to enjoy her nakedness. She was still developing and got sexier every time I saw her – and it had been over two weeks…

Anyway, her arse was presented beautifully. Big, smooth, nicely rounded and perfectly positioned for my lustful gaze and my punishing palm. I ran my right hand over the defenceless, naked flesh. Deliberately tantalising her as she waited in fear and excitement to discover her fate – be it hard or soft, long or short, cruel or erotic.

I didn’t know what her fate should be either!
I had spanked her many times growing up. With knickers and without. Usually it was just a playful pat or a saucy reward for winning a game. But this time felt different…

This time it was a punishment spanking; an act of discipline to teach a bad girl the error of her ways.

The dish cloths down the knickers were a clear provocation. Mary expected to beaten. She was asking for it.

A little pat in the bum wasn’t going to be enough this time, I was going to have to raise my game. The hard rod poking into her hip as she lay over my knee, told her that I couldn’t wait to get started.

I lifted my hand from her right bum cheek and bought it back down at speed.
It was a firm slap and made a good noise as flesh struck flesh.

My sister barely flinched.

I had to go harder – and I did.
I dozen smacks echoed around the room. We didn’t have to worry about the noise – we had the house to ourselves.
Mary was oo’ing and ouch’ing in response, but I knew she could take more – so she did.

Harder faster spanks added roses to her cheeks and brought the first squeals.

I paused to rub her arse and feel her up , as was the butler’s privilege.
“Well have you learnt your lesson yet Bethany? Are you going to take more care with precious glassware in future?”

“I don’t think I have learnt my lesson sir.” she replied, “My dad spanked me harder than that when I was ten!”

I was a smart arse thing to say and I decided to make her arse smart! She really was asking for it now!

I pulled her right arm up behind her back and held her tight as delivered a fierce “whack” to her backside.

“Aaah.” came the response. I was getting to her and I was pleased.
I felt a little guilty, but shook it off and continued with our game.

“Count them.”

“I commanded.”

“One sir.”

“Whack!”

“Two sir.
Oh shit!
How many am I going to get sir?”

“We will continue until I believe you have learnt your lesson. And…”

“Whack”

“God! Three Sir.”

“…. there will be additional spanks for any further blasphemy or foul language!”

“Thack”

“Aaaaah, she bit her tongue. Four sir.”

We didn’t stop until she counted “ten” and my hand was to sore to continue.
I felt her up again.
Her body was shaking, her arse was burning and her pussy was sodden.

My cock was close to bursting and we hadn’t finished yet.

I ordered her to stand up and put her hands back on her head. This time I did take the opportunity to gaze upon her uncovered naked beauty. She stood there proud and silent as I took in and memorized every inch and curve of her delicious body.

“I believe I have taught you to respect your employer’s property, Bethany.”

“Oh yes sir, truly have, thank you Sir…” she was anxious to leave.

“However,” I interrupted her, “we still have the matter of the dish cloths, don’t we…?”

“Oh Sir. It was just a girlish joke. I didn’t mean anything by it…”

I interrupted her again.
“Oh but you did. You tried to avoid the just and fair punishment that you agreed you deserved. And you would have been quite happy the entire household to eat from dinner plates washed with cloths that you had stuffed down your knickers! Rubbed up against your bare arse. I’ve never known such filthy and disgusting behaviour.”

“Bend over my desk!”

“Oh no Sir. Not your belt please.”

“Who do you think I am?
I’m not a brute like your father!
Your will take 12 strokes of my slipper.”
I didn’t dare belt her.

“Now get in position.
Arms straight.
Legs apart.
Bottom out!
And don’t rub your arse!”

“Yes sir?” She asked.
“Like this Sir?”

She got into the position I required.
Pussy and arse on display and hard nippled tits hanging free for my pleasure.

She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Please don’t be too hard sir.”

She sounded sincere so I wasn’t “too hard” – but I gave her 12 firm swats nevertheless. Spreading them over her red buttocks and her previously untouched thighs.

Mary squealed and writhed with every smack, almost falling to the floor when her thighs took their first blow.

Once she had taken the full dozen I instructed her to hold still and subjected her bottom and pussy to a thorough fondling.

“Have you learnt all your lessons now,” I asked.

“Yes sir,” she said breathlessly.
“I truly have. I am sorry for my misdemeanors and I am grateful that you have allowed me to keep my job.”

“May I express my gratitude in the way that a young lady should, sir?”

I’d had a raging hard on for half an hour. There was no way I was going to refuse her offer.

“That would be the polite thing to do.”

“Yes Mr Hughes.”

The scullery maid dropped to her knees and released my full engorged cock from the tight confines of my trousers.

She set to work. Hands first then her tongue and finally her warm wet mouth.

I reached over and slapped her arse with my slipper as she sucked me. She gave a sharp intake of breath, which felt nice, and pulled away.
“Oh sir!” She exclaimed playfully.

It didn’t take long for her to get me off but a managed to land two more cheeky slaps before I unloaded into her welcoming mouth.

“Thank you Bethany, that was very nice.”

“Thank you, sir.” was the reply as she courtsied and picked up her nightie to leave.

“Hey Mary?”
“Do you have to go?”
“Why not stay here for a while.”

I patted the bed.

“Okay.”

She pulled the nightie over her head.

“No please. Don’t do that. You are absolutely beautiful without it.”

“Awww, okay then.”

She dropped it to the floor and sat next to me. I put my arm around her and we snuggled innocently – well as innocently as you can when you have a beautiful naked girl in your arms…

“Are you okay.” I asked.

“Yes, thanks for asking.” she kissed me cheek.

“Bethany seemed to enjoy her spanking,” I ventured, “her pussy got very wet?”

“Yes, Hughes really got her going didn’t he.”

“Do you like to be spanked too, Mary?” I was starting to understand that she tried to keep her play life and her real life in separate compartments.

“Yes, I think it’s hot, but I’d be scared to ask a boy to do it in real life. You never know how much its going to hurt. Especially if you’ve been really mean to him just because he tried to touch your pussy.”

I giggled, “I’m sure you could find a boy who wouldn’t be too mean.”
But, I wasn’t, was I? I mean … did Bethany get spanked too hard, did she?Her bottom’s going to be alright isn’t it?

“I’m sure it is,” she giggled. “Why don’t you check?”

She turned her bare arse towards me. I accepted her invitation and stroked the hot glowing flesh.
I slipped a hand between her legs, “May I?” I asked

“I’m sure Bethany won’t mind.”

I ran my fingers up and down her slit, slipping a fingertip inside. She was still wet. “You know I… Hughes owes her one?”

“What?”

“Well he came and she didn’t.”

“Oh but she’d been naughty she didn’t deserve to come.”

“But you do, don’t you Mary?”

“I boldly stroked her proud little clit.”

She thought for a moment then shifted taking her sex away from my grasp and looked me in the eye.

“I do but I don’t want it from you.”

“Oh.” was all I could say. Baffled.

“I want to do it myself, while you watch.”
She said it nervously, like a confession.

“Er… okay.” I replied

“While you do you?”

“What?”

“You wank for me, okay?
There, you made me say it.
It’s a fantasy.
I thought it might be hot but I suppose you think I’m disgusting?”

“Well, no more disgusting than someone who would strip his little sister naked. Spank her bare ass until his hand stung, then whack her with his slipper and stick his finger in her cunt, while he pretended to be someone else?”

” No” she laughed, ” he would be really disgusting.”

So she shuffled back onto the bed, spread her legs and opened that cunt for me to see.

She waited, watching me throw off my pyjamas and take our my throbbing cock.

“Ready?”
“Ready.”

We both went to work.
It was my best wank ever. It felt exciting to be watched and the lewd spectacle in front of me speeded me to completion.

Mary took longer and I paid rapt attention to the hand flying across her cunt and stimulating all the right places at just the right rhythm.

We soaked the bed sheets and fell into each other’s arms. We kissed.
We kissed with open mouths.
We kissed with tongues.
We kissed like lovers…

“I wish there was a thunder storm so I could stay the night.” intoned the naked satiated girl in my arms.

“Oh no,” I told her, “you have work to do.”
“This sheet is filthy. Take it down to the scullery immediately.”

“Yes sir, of course.”

She wiggled her bum as she left.
I couldn’t resist giving it a farewell slap.

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