We’d tried a bit of role play spanking and enjoyed that but I wondered if a proper spanking might be worth trying to make us change our ways.
The next month end was the same so we sat down to see how to make ends meet and I told her my idea. ”Sally if you buy things that we can’t afford I think I should give you a proper spanking. And if I overspend you spank me. What do you think?”
Sally looked surprised initially, then started to get excited.
“No, Sally,” I explained, “this would be a proper spanking to make us stop spending, not foreplay. Have a think about it and let me know”
The next evening Sally said she’d been thinking about my idea. “I agree to you spanking me if I overspend without your approval.”
“Good.” I said, pleased that we seemed to be making some progress.
“But I want my sisters to help me to spank you if you overspend.”
My mind reeled. “What? You told Alison and Jen about my idea?”
Sally said she was sorry but she needed to know what they thought about it. Sally reminded me that I’d said this would be a proper spanking and that she wasn’t very strong so she and her sisters felt it was only fair to make things even.
I didn’t want to spoil the progress we’d made and after all it was usually Sally who did the overspending.
“All right.” I said, “I agree.” I had to admit the idea of Alison putting me over her knee was giving me a hard on.
Two weeks later we were due to go to a friends party. On the Friday night Sally came home with a bag and tried to sneak up to our bedroom.
“What is that? I asked.
“Nothing.” Sally said, making for the stairs.
I opened the bag and held up a new dress. “£55 pounds for a dress! Right, we agreed. After supper you will take off all your clothes and I will spank you hard.
After we’d eaten I closed the curtains as our front room looked straight out onto the street. I fetched a short whippy cane and a leather tawse and told Sally to get undressed for her punishment.
She had a gorgeous body and I enjoyed watching as she took off her work dress, stockings and finally her bra and pants. Her breasts were perfect, firm, and big enough but not over large. Her nipples were erect. My eyes ran down her body past her flat stomach, her shaved mound and her beautiful legs. I was growing excited and so was Sally.
I became even more aroused as I watched her walking across the room stark naked. She brought the implements to where I sat in the middle of the room on a dining chair.
I bent her over my knee, slipping my hand along her thigh and between her legs and then began to warm her bum with the tawse. Sally started to wriggle as her cheeks grew red but I kept going. Sally was crying for me to stop.
“Stand up Sally and apologise for wasting our money.”
“I’m very sorry, Jim, I won’t do it again” she cried, rubbing her bottom and giving me the pleasure of seeing her tits move from side to side.
“Right, now bend over the table for the cane.” I instructed.
“Oh please, no more. I am sorry.”
“Bend over the table. I am giving you six strokes but it will be more if you don’t do what you are told.”
Reluctantly, Sally bent over the dining table. I moved her legs apart and when I noticed her juices were flowing I slid my fingers inside her. She moaned and pushed down on my fingers.
I was not going to be distracted……... yet. I picked up the cane and swished it in the air, making Sally flinch. Swish, swish, the first two strokes landed dead centre. Swish, one across the top of her legs, swish across the top of her cheeks and I ended with two strokes diagonally across her cheeks making her clutch her bum and dance round.
Sally was so pleased this was over she ran over and hugged me. My cock was hard and she was wet; we didn’t need any more foreplay. I tugged off my clothes, we fell to the floor and I pushed my rigid member into her, sliding in and out, feeling her tighten round my cock till we came together shouting, exhausted.
Now Sally and her two younger sisters, Alison and Jen talked all the time and Sally told them pretty much every detail of her punishment and the aftermath. They reminded her they had offered to help with my punishment and Sally promised to let them know as soon as I made any inappropriate purchases.
A week later I came home with new car mats for my pride and joy Golf GTi. Sally and I had a row and she reminded me that I had punished her for buying an expensive dress and that I had agreed to be punished if I spent unwisely. Then she reminded me that I had agreed that Alison and Jen would help her punish me if the occasion arose. They were due to come over for lunch in a couple of days so I had a little time to prepare myself for the ordeal to come.
Half an hour later the door bell rang. I opened the door and there on the porch were Alison and Jen.
“Hi, Alison, hi, Jen, come in.” I said, my heart sinking.
“Hello Jim, is Sally around.” said Jen “I think you may have guessed why we are here.
Sally appeared holding my car mats.
“What are you doing with those?” I asked.
It was Alison who answered. “Sally has told us that you agreed to punish each other if either of you bought anything you couldn’t afford.”
“Well, I er…..I mean….”
But Jen cut me off. “We know that you spanked Sally on her bum with a leather strap and cane when she bought that dress to wear for the party.”
I turned to Sally to find out what was going on but Alison said “Sally has decided that you should be punished in the same way as you punished her, and we are going to help her.”
“We don’t need your help, thank you.” I said, trying to take charge, “Sally and I can manage on our own.”
But Sally wasn’t going to let me forget our conversation. “Jim, you agreed that if you spent money on something we couldn’t afford, that Alison and Jen would help with me your punishment and you are going to be punished.”
“Right, Jim, fetch the strap and the cane,” said Jen “or would you rather we called some more of our friends to come over and make you?”
I could see that she meant it. “No.” I said, feeling the blood pumping into my cock at the thought of what was to come.
I returned with the tawse and cane and found the three of them waiting. They’d cleared a little space in the middle of the room.
“Take all your clothes off Jim.” Jen was 19, the youngest but the bossy one of the three sisters.
I looked to Sally for support but she just smiled. Slowly, I removed my clothes, keeping on my underwear.