My parents were weird. Punishments were a formal occasion. We had to dress up nicely and whoever was

My parents were weird. Punishments were a formal occasion. We had to dress up nicely and whoever was being punished would bow or curtsy to Dad and say, “I am sorry for doing (whatever) and am here to submit to my punishment.” Then whoever it was would lie down across Dad’s lap and he’d do whatever was required to make our ass bare and then spank us. In my case, he’d have me loosen my pants before bending over and then he’d pull my pants and underwear down. For my mom and sis, he’d just lift their skirt and pull panties down. Then the spanking would commence. The other two would have to sit there and watch. When my sister was twelve, they started requiring her to wear stockings and heels for all formal occasions. Naturally, that included spankings. It had happened so often I didn’t even think about it as strange. I saw them bare-assed for spankings all the time and just never thought twice about it. The whole formality of it helped with that. I still remember the day I started looking at my mother and sister as sexual beings. I was about fifteen and my sister was thirteen. My sister was being punished as usual - she just couldn’t keep from sassing my parents - and Dad had just pulled her panties down. My Mom leaned over and said, “Carol’s ass is developing quite nicely, don’t you think?” Surprised, I said, “Uh, sure.” But all of a sudden, I noticed her hips were wider, she had a dark patch between her thighs and two pouty pussy lips were peeking out. I suddenly got a fierce hard-on which had never happened during a spanking before. Mom looked at me then down at my lap. “She’s not the only one developing.” From then on, every time Mom or sis were spanked, as soon as Dad dismissed us, I ran up to my room and furiously masturbated to the image of their pussy and ass which I had so recently seen. When I came back downstairs afterwards, Mom always looked at me with a slight smirk on her face. However, the first spanking after I turned eighteen, Mom followed me upstairs and said, “You’re a man now. Time to stop wasting your cum in tissues.” She took off her blazer and laid it over my desk chair. Her blouse and skirt followed. Soon enough, she was in bra, panties, and stockings. She paused and looked at me - I hadn’t moved - and sighed. “Get your clothes off, too.” I suddenly fumbled with my clothes and in my haste I didn’t watch Mom. When I finally got myself sorted out and naked, she was lounging on my bed, equally as bare. “Now, Jack,” she said, “from now on your cum goes either in or on me. No exceptions. Understand?” I suddenly couldn’t get on the bed and on top of Mom fast enough. She patiently guided me through my first pussy-induced orgasm. Which didn’t take long, naturally. After that, my real education began. Mom coaxed three more cums out of me with her beautiful, talented body that night. As she got dressed to leave my room, she said, “That should hold you until tomorrow night.” I lay on my bed and suddenly had a thought. We hadn’t been exactly quiet and knowing Mom and Dad as I did, I figured Dad had to have known what was going on. But… “Mom, what about Carol?” I asked. I’m not sure if she misunderstood my meaning or what, but she smiled and said, “Not until she’s eighteen.” Then she left the room. I suddenly couldn’t wait for Carol’s eighteenth birthday! -- source link

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