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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Seven
"Time is up Tiffany," my sister said as she walked into the room. I was
embarrassed as I withdrew my face from my fianc?'s crotch, and for once
it was not entirely caused by her calling me Tiffany or by the fact that
I was wearing a revealing and sissy french maid's dress. Having my
sister barge in immediately after eating my beloved's pussy for the first
time was jarring to say the least. "Look at you, you're a mess. Let's
fluff out your petticoat and smooth your dress, that is a bit better.
Now go wash your face and put on some lipstick while you are at it."
As I washed my face I took stock of my situation. Adding 5 Princess
Points to my existing total I now had 15, 10 points shy of the 25
Princess Points it would cost me to not go out to Envy, the wildest,
sexually freest nightclub in the city dressed in that horrible backless,
pink ruffled black pvc minidress the girls had bought me at Shimmer. Amy
had a whole drawer full of make-up with lots of different lipsticks, I
sifted through them and since I had been given no direction on what shade
of lipstick I had to chose for myself. I knew my sister would not be
satisfied with a natural shade she would want something ostentatious, I
decided on the brightest boldest red Amy owned, one I could not recall
ever seeing her actually wear.
Putting on lipstick is apparently a talent that never goes away, I
managed a perfect coat, just barely extending past the edge of my lips
enough to exaggerate my mouth but not to the point where it is apparent.
On impulse I grabbed a vial of clear shiny lip gloss and applied that to
give my lips a wet look.
Returning to our bedroom I curtseyed to the girls who were both sitting
on the bed chatting. Conversation had stopped instantly when I walked
in, which meant I was the topic of discussion. Sherri frowned at me.
"Poor choice of colours Tiffany, clearly everything I taught you about
co-ordination has escaped your empty little head. Now it is good you
stayed away from a natural look, a french maid is supposed to look
manufactured, so no more demerits for that, but that red is just too
bright."
Amy giggled, "I had no idea my fianc? was such a slutty girl."
I slumped just a little, clearly I came across as the kind of girl who
tried too hard. Sheri continued, "A deep red would have been better, and
with a matte finish not the glossy. Still, leave it as it is so that you
will think about your choices and go clean the kitchen. Scrub the floors
and the walls, everything."
I looked to Amy for reprieve, "Well you are my maid aren't you love?"
I curtseyed, "Will that be all Madams?"
Sherri shook her head, "Once you finish the kitchen I want you to start
on the rest of the house. You may take a break for lunch around 1:00 but
no more than 30 minutes, and clean up after yourself. I want you back up
here at 5:30 exactly."
I curtseyed, "Yes Ma'am."
As I started to back out of the room Amy called to me. "Tiffany, I want
you to remove your heels while you clean. We can't have you scuffing the
floors, and besides I am still hoping to see you dance tonight, and you
wouldn't even be standing after spending all day in those."
I curtseyed and departed the room before removing the heels and carried
them downstairs to set them on the shoe stand beside the door.
The next six hours dragged by. I barely saw the girls aside from in
passing as Sherri went to inspect some room I had cleaned, and when Amy
needed the bathroom I had just finished with. Fortunately in that case I
had the foresight to wait and give it another once over afterward,
straighten the towels, wipe the counter around the sink, that sort of
thing.
The whole time though I was wondering what the girls had in store for me.
I only had 15 Princess Points right now, even if I had got the extra 5
points by making Amy orgasm I would still be 5 points shy of the goal
that would earn me a nice quiet evening at home. Surely they had to let
me earn more Princess Points but I could only hope there was more than 5
at stake. If I only had the chance to earn 5 points it would have been
enough if I had earned every available point, or worse yet, if my choice
of lipstick had been my last opportunity.
At five twenty five I put the vacuum away, I had finished the upstairs
hallway so everything had been cleaned except the bedrooms. From the
door outside my bedroom I could watch the hall clock. As soon as it hit
the mark I knocked. "You may enter." Sherri called, I suppose with her
maid indisposed she wasn't about to open her own door.
I entered and curtseyed to the women, clearly the girls were confident we
would be going out as the three bags from shimmer with our dresses were
sitting at the foot of the bed. I approached and stood a respectful
distance from the bed waiting to hear my fate.
"We have a very special game for you to play my pretty maid Tiffany," Amy
was visibly excited, Sherri just looked smug as always. "In this game
you can not only get rid of all your demerits, but at the same time you
can earn as many Princess Points as you want to, it is upto you." I
think I felt as excited as Amy looked when I heard that, as many Princess
Points as I wanted? Was there a number of points to buy my way out of
being Tiffany ever again?
Sherri let my excitement glow a moment before she quenched it, "Amy, show
Tiffany what she'll be playing against." My stomach churned as my
beautiful fianc? revealed a rubber spatula that my sister must have taken
when she checked my job of cleaning the kitchen. This was not good after
all. Amy had heard the story the day before, how Sherri had tormented me
when we were teenagers, on one occasion holding me down and spanking me
with just such a spatula until I agreed to let her have Tiffany as a
playboy bunny waitress at her pool party.
"I will be spanking your pretty behind with this. You decide when to
call an end to it, just say stop. But there is a rule you need to keep
in mind. I will have you kiss the spatula to start and to end your
trial, anytime in between you are not to speak. You can moan, gasp, cry
any noise you want to make but for each time you speak words you earn 5
demerits. Once you are done we will take the number of blows you
endured, subtract 1 for each of your demerits, not just the ones you earn
during this but your total demerits. The resulting total will be awarded
to you as Princess Points."
I mentally calculated in my head, I had 5 demerits because I could not
give Amy an orgasm my first time going down on her, and I had 15 Princess
Points, 5 for making the attempt to get Amy off with my tongue, 5 for
dismissing the alert trap the girls had set on my phone, 5 for the five
inch heels I had purchased, Looking back now if I had gone with the 7
inch heels the store carried I could have saved myself two spanks. I
needed 25 Princess Points so a gain of 10, 15 strokes in total.
Sighing to myself I lay down on the bed and tried to think back to the
last time I had been spanked, had it been fifteen? I think it may have
been at least that many, I should be able to get through this if I didn't
earn too many more demerits. Amy lifted the skirt of my maid's uniform
and crinolines up and tucked them behind the waistband of my apron
revealing my behind to her, but she didn't start my punishment right
away. Instead my fianc? started to stroke and caress my butt through my
soft lacy panties. There wasn't a lot about this Tiffany experience that
I was enjoying but I have to admit this part was one of the few. It felt
so nice having her run her hands over my body in sensual sexy ways our
skin separated by a thin layer of lace and satiny material, I had done
the same to her many times and it was nice to know it was as pleasing to
receive as to give.
But the sensual caressing could not last forever as Amy slid my panties
down to my knees baring my ass for their torment. Then the spatula was
presented to my face for me to 'bless' it. "Here goes," I muttered
before pressing my slick red stained lips to it. Amy took her time
choosing exactly the right place to swing the first stroke. It stung for
sure, Amy was stronger than my little sister, but I didn't cry out right
away. Mentally I recited in my head 'one'.
After five on the right ass cheek she switched to the left, which I was
glad for because after the third stroke I had no longer been able to keep
from crying out. It only took two more swings before I started gasping
and crying "ahhh" with each blow. 'eight' "Ahhh", nine, "Ahh" ten,
"Ooouuu" only five more, but she was likely going to move back to my
right cheek for this which still felt hot and sensitive from the first
round.
She did indeed move back to the right but this time the blow came not on
my ass but across the back of my thigh right below the ass. This hurt so
much worse than the blows to the butt, I really can't describe it. It
hurt so much that without thinking I followed my cry of pain with a
heartfelt, "damn it!" As soon as I said it I knew I had screwed up, I
had only been four more strokes from freedom. Four more strokes and I
would have been able to end the torture and avoid going out in public in
that ridiculous slutty dress. But now I had another five blows added on.
Amy then delivered a blow to that same place on my left thigh. Out loud
I only cried out wordless but in my head I was keeping count, 'twelve'.
Another on the right thigh, directly overtop of the first, thirteen' Then
fourteen on the left side again, by this point I was practically
screaming. Amy manoeuvred my legs so that my thighs were together to lay
one last thigh blow right across where they met. his one did not hurt
nearly as much as the other in fact I barely even grunted at the blow,
she had not connected well trying to keep the sides balanced. That
should have been all, if I hadn't spoken I would be done now but instead
I lay there, ready to endure five more.
There was a touch of relief in my cry as I felt blow sixteen come down on
my left butt cheek, but before I had even stopped crying out seventeen
followed, and eighteen nineteen and twenty within a few seconds. I was
aware that my cry took on a stuttering quality, peaking on each blow like
I was riding over a rough road.
A brief respite followed the twentieth blow, I was done! I raised my
hand a bit off the bed for attention as I panted for breath. I opened
my mouth and then stopped. I was about to end it when I saw my sister's
master plan. Like seeing a bear trap the instant before you put your
foot in it, I caught on to what Sherri had wanted. I lowered my hand to
the bed again.
"What was that Tiffany, did you want to say something?" I knew I was
right because I could hear the disappointment in Sherri's voice. I shook
my head, no. "Are you sure you don't want to end this?" another
negative shake of my head. In order to end this I had to speak, that
would mean the very act of calling an end to the torment would earn me
five more demerits. If I called stop now I would have earned ten
demerits during this game in twenty blows meaning I would work off my
fifteen demerits and only gain five Princess Points.
I braced myself for another five rapid blows like the last except this
time on my right butt cheek, and that was exactly what Amy delivered. By
the end of it my hands were balled up gripping the bedsheets but it was
over. "Stop." I pleaded, I wanted to say it again to make sure but I
knew Sherri would count that as speaking a third time. Instead I waited
quietly for Amy to bring the spatula to my face for me to kiss it
goodbye.
Only then did I let myself relax and lose the tension from my muscles.
It was over. Sherri scribbled on a piece of paper as Amy tugged my
panties back into place. Even the soft material felt rough against my
sensitive bottom but I imagine the rougher crinoline underskirt of my
uniform that she next put back into place. After that was done she lay
down beside me and kissed me in this new way she kissed Tiffany; strong,
commanding, possessive, it was not just a kiss but a conquest and I lay
in a shuddering heap accepting her ownership of me.
I'm not sure how long we lay there before Sherri cleared her throat for
our attention. "I have something for you Tiffany," she produced a bag
that clattered as she heaved it in her hand. She reached in and pulled
out five poker chips, all spray-painted hot pink. "Let's give you your
Princess points." Two more sets of five were placed on the bed beside
me. That was what I had before we began this latest game as Sherri had
called it. "You took 25 strokes of the Spatula," She took her time
laying out five more stacks of five Princess Points. I was starting to
get an uneasy feeling in my stomach, Sherri was taking her time, drawing
this out. That meant something considering it was my sister.
She grabbed one whole stack and took it away, "But you spoke while you
were being spanked," Another stack removed, "You spoke twice, that is ten
demerits so ten less Princess Points. Also your oral technique came up
short, like the rest of you, so another five demerits for not being able
to give your gorgeous fianc? an orgasm." She took back another five
Princess Points. That left twenty five, the exact twenty five I needed
to buy my way out of Envy. This was it, I started to reach for them when
Sherri grabbed two more chips off the top of one of the stacks. I just
froze watching her remove those chips. "And lastly when you picked your
heels you took the five inch heels. It wasn't even me who set the rules.
Amy said every inch of difference between your heels and their highest
pair was a demerit."
"Of sorts! She just meant I could have earned two more Princess Points
if I had taken the higher heels." This couldn't be happening, I needed
those Princess Points, I needed twenty five, not just twenty three! I
looked to Amy for reprieve.
My fianc?, my beautiful loving fianc? smiled at me and shrugged, "It
wasn't what I meant when I said it, but Sherri is right, that is what I
said." Just like that I was thrown under the bus.
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