Since I was a young girl, whenever my parents wanted to go for the
evening out or travel by themselves, they always took me to stay with my
aunt Grace.
Let me start by giving you some background. Aunty Grace is my mother's
sister, actually they are twin sisters. Uncle Robert, her husband and my
father are cousins. When they tell this relationship to other people
many joke with them and tell them that they kept everything within the
family.
They have two children; my cousin Ruth, who is 1 year older than I am, and Markus who is 5 years older than I am.
I always thought that something was unusual in that family. Let me
explain. Aunty Grace insisted that we children all went to bed at 7.30
in the evening. That is not an unusual time for preteen children, but I
found it strange that they kept the same system as we grew up became
teenagers.
During my stay with them, I always shared Ruth's bedroom with her.
Markus had his own bedroom. Ruth and I, being almost the same age,
always went well together. Markus always respected me and I sometimes
thought that he was too protective in my regard.
Aunty Grace was always very strict with Markus, so much so, that he was
petrified when she called his name in an angry voice. It seems that even
Uncle Robert feared aunty Grace.
I was always curious as to why aunty Grace locked us inside the
bedrooms. Ruth used to smile and tell me that one day I will know. I
could not help hearing, each time I was there, aunty Grace giving orders
to Uncle Robert and sometimes Uncle Robert's voice pleading forgiveness
to her. The sounds that I used to hear and still hear, I learned as I
grew up that these were sounds of spanking. Aunty Grace must be spanking
Uncle Robert.
As I mentioned, Aunty Grace was a strict person, especially with Markus.
She still maintained the old traditional punishment that must have been
abolished in the beginning of the 1900's. She spanked both Markus and
Ruth in the presence of the whole family. Markus had to put his trousers
down, just enough to expose his butt cheeks and in no time aunty Grace
would turn that pink flash into a blood red colour.
Ruth was made to lift up her skirt and aunty Grace used to gather the
panties to form a sort of tanga and expose Ruth's butt cheeks before
delivering her punishment.
She made no exceptions and it was not the first time that I misbehaved
and felt by butt cheeks beaten and feeling red-hot after receiving the
same treatment Ruth would normally receive.
When Robert reached his 18th birthday, I observed that aunty Grace
stopped telling him to go to bed at 7.30, but instead she used to
instruct him to go and lock us girls in our bedroom.
Then I was 13, and the curiosity was eating me. Ruth used to tease me by
just smiling and telling me that I will learn what was going on one
day. I insisted that she tell me and promised her that I will not tell.
After a lot of time teasing me she finally told me that once her mother
forgot to lock the door behind her and she sneaked out of the bedroom
and took a vantage position by the staircase where she could see what
was going on downstairs without being seen herself.
She related to me what she saw and I thought that it was too bizarre to
believe her. I thought she was pulling my leg and did not ask her
another question. She continued that as now Robert was of age, probably
her mother was training him like she trained her father. This was too
much for me to believe and I kept silent.
When I became aged 16 my parents thought that I was old enough to look
after myself and they did not take me to stay with aunty Grace as often
as before.
When I was 17 and Ruth became of age, she related to me her mother's
birthday present. Her mother introduced her to her naked father and her
naked brother. I just remarked that it was good for her and changed the
subject and asked her how she liked the present that my parents gave
her. I thought that she was continuing to pull my leg from the previous
time that this subject came up.
When a seed is sown in fertile ground it grows. That is what happened to me when Ruth mentioned her mother's birthday present.
Week after week and month after month the bizarre story that Ruth told
me kept running through my thoughts. What if it is true? I decided that
if my aunty Grace would ask me what I wanted for my 18th birthday I
would ask her to give me the same present she gave to Ruth.
***
Three weeks ago was my 18th birthday. It happened to be during the
midweek and I had to work. The first one to phone me and wake me up to
give me the best wishes was my cousin Ruth. Then my parents came to my
bedroom and they too wished me a happy birthday. Mum told me that she
planned a surprise birthday gift for me, but it had to wait for the
weekend. I noticed my father lower his head and blush a little bit. I
wondered why.
After having breakfast and as I was about to leave for work, aunty Grace
phoned and she wished me a happy birthday. She asked me if there was
something in particular that I wished for my birthday. I thought of
taking the opportunity and told her that I did not know what Ruth got
for her birthday but I know that she loved it and I would like to have
the same present, I asked her.
"That can be arranged" she told me, "but it has to be in the weekend."
"So this weekend I am going to receive two surprise presents as mum also told me that she has something for me this weekend."
I heard aunty Grace burst out with laughter. "Yes dear I guess it will be quite a surprise for you" she told me.
So aunty Grace must know what mum's present is already, I thought. I
became more curious than ever. Surprise presents are surprise as the
word implies and I thought that I would spoil their fun, and perhaps
even mine, if I found out what the presents were.
I was anxious waiting for the weekend to arrive. The seconds ticked away
like hours, the minutes like days, the hours like months and the days
like years. Finally Saturday morning arrived and I was up early. I went
downstairs and prepared breakfast for myself and for my parents. I
called mum that their breakfast is ready and asked her if she wanted me
to take it up to her bedroom. She replied that they will come down and
have breakfast in the living room.
They hardly finished off their last bite of toast that I asked her at
what time she was going to reveal to me the contents of her present. She
smiled and told me that we were all going to aunty Grace so I would get
one big surprise. I observed that dad did not lift his head, neither
did he look at me nor passed any comment. "Well" I said to myself "men
are not as sentimental as us women" and left it at that.
Mum told me to be ready by 11.00 as at quarter past noon we all had to
be at aunty Grace's house for lunch. "And my surprise presents?" I
asked.
"And your surprise presents too" she replied.
Driving to my aunt's house seemed like a journey to the moon. It seemed
longer than usual especially as none of us uttered one single word along
the route.
When we arrived and dad parked the car in the driveway, I saw Ruth
coming out of the house and she came to greet us. She said that she had a
letter to post and asked me if I could walk with her to the letterbox
which was located in the street parallel to theirs. I gladly accepted to
accompany her so it will give us some opportunity to catch up on gossip
since we last met some months ago. Again my curiosity started playing
and I was tempted to ask her if she knew about my presents but I knew
that even if she knew she would not tell me.
We returned about fifteen minutes later. When I was about to enter their
house, Ruth asked that she would blindfold me. "Ah! She is part of the
conspiracy" I said to myself. I smiled and turned around so that she
could tie the knot of my blindfold at the back of my head. She led me in
and asked me to keep still and quiet and that I should remove the
blindfold when told to do so.
"Hello my dear" aunty Grace's said "how would you like to live like a little queen or princess?"
I laughed. My mind became more confused as to what the surprise presents might be. "Well, I do not mind" I replied laughingly.
"Well, if you say you do not mind it" mum's voice said from behind me,
"then you shall start it from now" she told me by removing the knot of
my blindfold.
I could not believe what I saw the moment my eyes were open again and
the blindfold removed completely. There in front of me stark naked and
down on their knees in a line were my uncle to the left, my cousin
Markus in the centre and dad to the right. They were all wearing one
item, a collar around their neck and a leash hanging from that collar.
Aunty Grace, mum and Ruth each took a leash in their hands and presented it to me.
"The men are here to serve your every wish from this moment onwards, and
now that you are the last one to become of age, there is no further
scope of keeping this activity secret within the family. Now they shall
remain naked always at home to serve us females" explained aunty Grace.
"And from tomorrow" mum intervened "it will be your father who will
prepare breakfast for you and come and serve it to you in bed – naked of
course" she whispered aloud laughing.
"These are our presents to you" aunty Grace continued "they shall do as
you tell them; you can do what you want to them; but please do not kill
or injure them as they be useless. You can punish them if they do not
obey you and you must humiliate them as much as possible."
"So all these years aunty, you were, how shall I put it, training them
to serve us. I noticed during my stays here that you commanded uncle
Robert and I also sometimes heard him plead with you. But when did you
(turning to my mother) mum, train dad."
"Well dear, while you were staying with your aunty here, I was busy at
home training your father for this big day. You were a child and you
would not have appreciated it or understood. Now you are a woman and you
appreciate it more when you have a male at your complete disposal."
"Thank you aunty. Thank you mum. I never expected such an unusual
present." I told them while I went and kissed them both. "Now what must I
do with these 3 naked men?"
"Well" said Ruth "give them the baptism of fire."
"And what is that?" I asked.
"We instructed the males that they must not touch themselves for 3 days
and I guess that now they are loaded and all need some relief." Ruth
explained. "All you need to do is to call them one by one to stand next
to you and you jerk them off" she continued laughingly.
I noticed that all the men bowed their heads to the ground and all were blushing and avoided eye contact with me.
As I did not know from where to start, Ruth called her brother to come
near me. He was quite excited and was already hard. I just loved the
feel of the smooth skin of his penis and enjoyed the feeling of his
manhood throbbing in my hand with my every stroke of up and down its
length. When he shot his load he thanked me.
Both uncle Robert and dad had a flaccid manhood. Mum instructed dad to
approach me and suggested to me to play a little with their balls to get
him excited and hard. When I felt he was hard I just repeated what I
did to Markus. Uncle Robert received the same treatment like dad and
aunty Grace encouraged me even more than mum did to humiliate her
husband.
Dad's voice was, sort of – broken, when he thanked me for what I did to
him. I guess he was too embarrassed having me, his daughter, handling
his penis.
"So, aunty; mum, you told me that I can do anything to them."
They both nodded their confirmation.
"There is one thing I always dreamt doing to men." Saying this I told
the males to kneel down on all fours and spread their knees. I walked
behind them and enjoyed watching how their balls hanged and how
vulnerable there were in that position. I surprised everybody when in
three quick steps I steeped behind each one of them and kicked them in
their balls. The poor souls fell to the ground all moaning and holding
their package in their hands.
"Oh! How I longed to try that myself. I heard many girls say how painful
it is when boys are hit there and I wanted to experience it myself."
"Don't do it too often as you may damage them." Mum advices me laughingly.
Life at home changed completely for me. Even when I visited aunty
Grace's house things changed and I must say they changed for the better –
my better.
At home I introduced some changes. Whenever I touched dad's testicles
they slip from between my fingers unless I grab the whole lot in the
palm of my hand. Also as the room temperature is not too warm, the
testicles just go up close to his body and I could hardly find them. To
solve this problem I went to a pet shop and bought a small collar with a
bell that people normally buy to tie around kittens necks.
It was a good size collar to tie around dad scrotum and lock his testicles in a small conspicuous package.
Another introduction at home was a new method of saying thank you to
dad. I tell him to hold his penis up against his tummy, thus exposing
his balls better to me and then I slap his balls as a way of saying
"thank you". I do not slap them to hard as otherwise it would look like a
punishment but hard enough to inflict sweet pain to remind them who is
in command.
There was another positive note with this new situation: I am always on
time at work as dad comes every morning to weak me up and serve me
breakfast in bed – naked of course.
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