"Please..." Stephanie whimpered."ONE MORE WORD AND YOU WILL FEEL MORE PAIN THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE!" the metallic voice boomed.Stephanie clamped her...mouth shut, whimpering.Jeff let her sit there, tears running out from underneath her white latex hood. He quickly finished breakfast and sat it down beside her. He had sat his captive sister beside the dining room table so that he could feed her easily. I sat down in front of her with riding crop in hand. He gently tapped her inner thigh.Slowly. " Like what?" I asked, biting my lower lip."I wanted to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom after your little stunt of staying late, then calling the police on me." In my defense, I didn't see you, only your outlines. Would you have had me done anything different?"He paused, and ran his fingers along the edge of my face. "No, I don't think I would. But, you were here after hours without permission." True." I really couldn't argue with that."And then I've wondered what it would feel. I told her “It doesn’t seem like you’re 60 plus, you’re in good shape.” Her reply was a stunning “Yes, as long as one is active sexually, it beats all other forms of exercise!” I had to mumble a shamefaced response but my cock had stirred at her words. It was pressing into her backside, touching her buttocks. She could feel it but did not say anything. I took some warm oil in my hands and poured it onto her buttocks and began working the cheeks, squeezing it, kneading the flesh and allowing the. Personal things however had left her distracted and looking for excuses to be frustrated. A husband who worked abominably long hours and came home with enough energy to eat, stare at a television and crawl into bed. Nothing more. They hadn’t fucked in 6 months. Which isn’t to say they’d been celibate, it’s just that she could bring herself to call the scant few late night fumblings fucking. She remembered what it had been like before he began to climb up the corporate ladder, when he’d come.