Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

On the Friday after Thanksgiving, the Mystery Minx came to visit us.

And Uncle Duncan found he had two girls on his hands who needed discipline. Can I get a rousing chorus of “Oh, poor Uncle Duncan! Whatever shall he do?”

What he did was to call us into the bedroom. The Minx and I were getting changed into our schoolgirl outfits, but I was ready way before her. He sent me to the bathroom, where she was doing her hair. “He wants you right now…” I informed her, grinning.

“I’m delaying as long as I can,” she told me.

“I know, but it’s not as good an idea as it might seem, Minx! You’re going to start being in trouble for it!”

So, finally, we both were in the bedroom with Uncle Duncan.

The Minx got a lecture on her recent behaviour, and was told that she was going to get a caning to ensure that future behaviour showed improvement. I was told that I’d probably been a bad influence (Me?! A bad influence?) and so I’d be getting the same, on principal.

We started with the Minx bent over the bed, me holding her wrists to keep her down. She and I both really love this aspect of having more than one girl around. It’s a real comfort to have that solid pressure on your wrists, helping you not lift up, and giving a sympathetic squeeze after you yelp in pain.

She got 12 – of the very best. Uncle Duncan wasn’t playing around. She hadn’t been caned in months, so it was hard going for her! I tried to pour my sympathy out of my hands into her arms, but of course it didn’t help her at all.

Then it was time for my 12. Uncle Duncan still wasn’t playing around. I’d been caned about a week or so before, but it seemed to give no added desensitizing to my bottom! The Minx held my arms with all the support she could give, as I wrigged helplessly while the pain from each stroke burned up from deep within.

Then it seemed the Minx needed 6 more – she’ll have to explain why, I can’t remember! I only needed 3 more, which I got right away.

It’s weird – when you are told you’ll only be getting 3 more, some (rational) part of me says, “Phew! Thank the gods I’ve been let off easy(ish)!” Some very silly and irrational part of me whinges, “Hey! Why is she getting more than me? I want 6 too! I can take it!”

Afterwards, we cuddled Minx and enjoyed the intimacy of the CP afterglow. You’d have thought we’d had enough, all those hard strokes on our cold bottoms, but somehow Minx got feisty enough again to earn her a spanking.

By the time she was done, I’d decided I wanted one, to, so in my brattiest voice asked, “Hey, who do you have to blow around here to get a spanking?”

That promptly earned me a very reddened bottom. And he says I’m a bad influence on her! I was never this bratty before!

It ended with us laying facedown on the bed, holding each other, while he took turns slapping first one bottom, than the other. When I say, “slap” what I really mean is “wallop” – those were the hardest hand-spanks I’ve ever gotten from him in all the years we’ve been together. Instead of being over his lap, he was standing above us, with extra rotation for his arm to build up velocity. Yeeeowch! (And, I hope he spanks me like that lots in the future!)

After it was over, and further snuggling had transpired, I suddenly remembered, “Oh! Wait! We need to get pictures!”

“Damnit!” said Uncle Duncan, “I should have taken them after the canings! The marks are all dispersed from the spanking, now!”

But I think they aren’t too bad! What do you think?

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