I can't stop myself; it hurtsso much. And yet...And then -"Your thoughts were particularly wicked and disgusting this week, so youget an extra stroke....Here it comes!" Swish! Thwack! Right across bothcheeks, on top of existing weals"Eeaagh! Thirteen (sob)! Th-thank you, (sniff) D-daddy." Stand up, Lillian."Slowly, painfully, I push myself upright. I bend down to pull my knickersback up. I gasp - ooh! - as the cotton settles across my burning bottom. Ismooth the back of my gymslip back down. Then. My brothers are identical twins, eleven months older than I am. The big joke in the family is that for three weeks every year we are all the same age. Naturally, growing up so close in age to them, I was quite the tomboy. Always ready to play ball or whatever else my brothers wanted to do. Whatever my brothers did, I tried to top it. If they climbed a tree, I climbed higher; if they jumped a ditch on their bicycle, I jumped further. Mom used to complain that she didn't have a daughter, she had. She toldme that her brother, whom she lived with, was out atuniversity and won’t be back for another hour. I tookthe opportunity to do something nice for her.I began by kissing her sweet mouth, touching her,putting my hand down her top and cupping her warmlittle breasts. Her nipples became hard and slid easilybetween my fingers for squeezing. My other hand moveddown to her crotch where it was very warm. I rubbed thespot between her legs. I know she wanted it.After sliding the jeans down. Her hands were exceptionally smooth, and her nails looked as if she spent much time at the nail studio. Even without makeup, her face was naturally beautiful, and she had taken great care of herself.I took the club soda, thanked her, and stepped back into my office. She followed offering, “Please let me make sure the stain comes out”.I responded, “great way to meet my neighbor”. With that exchange, we both burst out laughing.I poured the club soda on the towel and began rubbing the stain. After.