"LITTLE" SISTER RULES THE ROOST 3

As Bill swung the heavy iron bar at Joan's head with all his might, Joan, without moving her feet, pivoted around to face him. Her arm shot out in a blur of movement and caught his wrist in a bone crushing grip before he could strike, bringing both an expression and cry of intense pain from him and jarring him back on his heels. The iron bar fell harmlessly from his hand to land with a clattering sound on the floor. Joan was clearly extremely angry at Bill's action, and it was apparent that he was going to be subjected to some severe punishment.

Still holding his wrist in her agonizingly painful grip, Joan pulled Bill to her and spun him completely around. She released his wrist, but before he could react wrapped her right arm around his waist and lifted him off the floor to tuck his struggling, yet helpless, body securely under her right armpit. Then, with a single, swift motion, she ripped the already shredded swimming trunks off his buttocks, leaving him completely naked. While Bill continued to thrash about helplessly in the grip of her single arm, Joan turned to face Bonnie and me. Her question to Bonnie left no doubt as to what was in store for Bill: she was going to put him face down over her knee and spank his bare bottom like the naughty child she now considered him to be. Bonnie quickly stood up and, still carrying me cradled in one arm like a small boy, moved to one side so we could watch the fun--although we didn't expect it to be much fun for Bill!

Sitting down on the vacated bench, Joan slammed Bill face down over her right knee, locked his thighs securely between her own and captured both his hands in her right hand and forced them back behind his head. Then her open hand descended with tremendous, stinging and ear splitting force again and again on his defenseless, upturned rear. In seconds Bill was sobbing like a baby and begging her to stop, but her relentless assault on his buttocks continued until the flesh was beet red. The pain must have been unbearable and would probably last long after the spanking ended, and I was beginning to feel sorry for Bill despite what he had tried to do to Joan. Bonnie's comment on the spectacle we were watching was all I needed to make sure that the same thing never happened to me!

Still the unbelievably painful spanking continued. By this time Bill was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading with Joan to stop. Finally she was able to extract a solemn promise from him never to try to hurt her again, and the ordeal ended. Then Joan did something completely unexpected.

Lifting Bill bodily up from between her thighs, she turned him face up and then sat him on her lap, cuddling his helpless body to her as she would a small child and cooing to him as she would to a small child. At this point there was no fight left in him, only dejection and humiliation at his treatment at the hands of this incredible giant Amazon, and he meekly obeyed her command to lay his head back against her broad shoulder as her lips gently sucked away the tears that were still flowing from his eyes.

Joan continued to cuddle him against her and softly assure him of his helplessness against her vastly superior size, strength and agility. Now she was speaking to him as if he were an infant, and I had to believe that he was beginning to think he was one, at least compared to her.

Finally Joan rose effortlessly from the bench, still cradling Bill's naked body in her powerful arms, her right hand gently caressing his reddened buttocks. Since Bill had been perspiring from his efforts, she decided to take him upstairs to the bathroom and bathe him before taking him to the beach. Although normally the thought of being given a bath by his girl friend would have enraged him, Bill meekly agreed.

Then Joan made a comment to Bonnie that surprised and concerned me. She had apparently actually enjoyed Bill's puny attempts to resist her advances, which suggested to me that, despite her assertions that she loved and wanted to take care of and protect Bill, she also had something of a sadistic streak in her, the desire to overpower, subdue and subjugate her man. If that were true, I did not envy Bill and could only hope that Bonnie was not similarly afflicted. Bonnie's response to Joan's comment, however, shocked and dismayed me.

Joan's interest in Bonnie's comment was immediate. However, when Bonnie explained how ticklish Bill was, he screamed in protest. But it was too late. Joan laughed delightedly at this newest way for her to play with Bill and decided to test it immediately while still holding him helpless in her arms. As for me, I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not, since Bonnie's suggestion didn't involve inflicting any real pain on her hapless older brother.

Releasing his left arm while still pinning his right arm against her chest and wrapping her right arm securely around his thighs, Joan began exploring the sensitive areas underneath Bill's left armpit with her other hand, letting her fingers run lightly over his skin while holding him tightly with her arm and palm. Bill erupted in crazy, helpless laughter as he thrashed about in involuntary, wild, erratic and jerky gyrations in Joan's arms while she continued to coo to him like a toddler, promising him that he would soon love it when she tickled him. I had to wonder how she would manage that! But I was soon to find out!

Sitting back on the bench, Joan set Bill on his feet, but retained her hold on him, this time using both hands under both his armpits as she continued to tickle him unmercifully. Bill was convulsing in insane laughter and fought to get free, but could not escape the delicious torture Joan was inflicting on him. I was beginning to get worried; I've also been extremely ticklish all my life, and I knew that too much tickling could cause psychological damage. But it seemed that Joan was only interested in exhausting Bill for whatever else she had in mine for him. Then Joan said something that really shook me up. Apparently she intended that I also participate in what was coming, and Bonnie, apparently, had no objection, at least at this point..

Finally Bill collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Joan stood up and, still holding his under his armpits, lifted him several inches off the floor to inspect the results of her handiwork. However, when she told Bonnie to remove all my clothes and then collect some rope and two barbells on the floor, I choked and started to object, but Bonnie cut me off and attempted to reassure me. To say the least, I wasn't very reassured!

Bonnie undressed me, even removing my shoes and socks, and, after effortlessly carrying the two barbells, a total of 300 lbs., over to set them inside the ring, left the room to find some rope. Before I could say anything, Joan set Bill down on the floor and then immediately picked him up and tucked him securely under her left arm. Then, walking over to me, she scooped me up under her right arm and proceeded to carry both of us, our arms pinned helplessly to our sides, over to the boxing ring.

Bonnie was waiting for us as Joan carried both of us through the ropes and entered the ring. Two mammoth barbells were sitting on the canvas; I was amazed that Bonnie could lift even one of those, let alone carry both over to the ring as though they were sacks of laundry. Whatever Joan had in mind was obviously new to Bonnie, as she asked for Joan's instructions as to what to do next, and those instructions were making me increasingly nervous. This was something I was supposed to love? Not likely!.

Both Bonnie and Joan slipped out of their bikinis and then laid Bill and me down on our backs in opposite corners on the same side of the ring and tied our wrists together behind the padded corner posts and our ankles to the two barbells, which were sinking deeply enough into the taut canvas that it was impossible for either of us to move them. Our bodies were stretched pretty tight, although I wasn't uncomfortable, and Bill did not appear to be either. Looking up at Bonnie, I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had seen her magnificently powerful and shapely body naked, and the realization sent pangs of desire through me. My reaction did not go unnoticed by Bonnie.

Bonnie didn't take long to take advantage of my aroused state. She jumped on top of me, took my stiff member inside her and immediately began running her fingers lightly over my sensitive sides. With my hands tied behind the post and my ankles to the 100 lb. barbell, all I could do was wiggle helplessly and scream with laughter while my brain exploded from the unbelievably erotic and wonderful torture she was inflicting on my prone body. I'd never been able to stand being tickled, but the combination of the tickling sensations that were coursing through my body and the near orgasmic feelings in my groin from her manipulation of me were nothing short of delightful! I wanted her to never stop and was actually grateful for the encouragement she was getting from Joan!

Finally I realized what Joan's real motivation had been in using us in this way. From the sounds coming from the other side of the ring, both Bill and I were experiencing ecstasy beyond anything we had ever felt before, far more than we could ever expect to feel from having sex with any other girl. This was Joan's way of permanently tying Bill to her. In my case, through my own hysterical laughter, I heard Bonnie's remark that, in my case, it wasn't necessary; that I already belonged to her, and I knew that what she said was true. What she was doing to me was literally frosting on an already delicious cake!

I felt the walls of her womanhood tighten as she went through each stage leading to her final climax, along with the gasps of pleasure that accompanied each sensation. Normally I would have tried to hold back to prevent climaxing prematurely, before she had reached her own climax, but the tickling sensations that enveloped my consciousness made that impossible. Nevertheless, they also seemed to prevent my climax. Then, as I felt the walls of her vagina erupt, her fingers dug into my sides, and I exploded in a single, unbelievably long spasm of ecstasy, far beyond anything I had experienced before, that filled my entire body from head to groin and seemed to last forever! When it finally subsided, I was left weak and limp from exhaustion, barely conscious and only dimly aware of what was happening around me.

Vaguely I heard the sighs and moans of pleasure from the other side of the ring. It was obvious from Bill's voice that my own feelings at what had been done to me were shared by him.

Then I became aware of strong hands loosening the bonds around my wrists and ankles that had held me prisoner, then powerfully muscled arms around my back and under my thighs as I was lifted bodily off the mat and carried from the ring. I heard Joan's voice, as if from a distance, commenting on our inability to handle the lovemaking of these two Amazons, and I was certainly in no position to disagree with her opinion! I have some very vague recollections of Bonnie carrying me upstairs, laying me on a couch and dressing me, but no real sense of time until I finally woke up to see Bonnie hovering over me with an amused smile on her face.

It was dark. Joan had left after bathing Bill and tucking him into bed. As soon as I was steady on my feet, Bonnie helped me to the front door and onto the porch, and then took me in her arms to kiss me good night. I clung to her, wanting to stay in her arms forever, but she gently disengaged me and told me I had to go home. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew she was right; my parents would be wondering where I was and what I'd been doing, some of which things I definitely did not want them to know! Bonnie told me to be back over to her house early tomorrow morning for some more fun and that mysterious surprise she had referred to earlier. I couldn't wait for morning to come, but, had I known what was in store for me, I might not have been quite so anxious!

TO BE CONTINUED