Libby left the room after her sister leaving me to gather my thoughts. In the space of a little more than an hour, I had been humiliated, dressed as a girl, paraded through the streets and punished my tormentors. I had seen my first 2 semi naked girls for real. My exposure to porn magazines and grainy VHS tapes had not prepared me what counted as my first sexual experience. I looked up at Gail, still frozen by the door. The twins had had to push past her but she had still not moved. I smiled at her. Well, what do you think ?”

She was obviously not sure. I think she was torn between the desire the sample the delights of a hard spanking and the memory of beatings at home. Although she had never said as much, I could imagine that both her mum and dad were free with their hands on both children.

“I need to go she said Make sure you bring my knickers tomorrow, don’t forget it’s PE again”

I smiled. How could I forget ? I’m looking forward to another game of badminton.”

Gail shouted her goodbyes to the twins and headed home.



Libby returned, still dressed in the pleated skirt & blouse. She’s fine she said, sitting on my lap and placing her hand around my back and her head on my shoulder. She was in the bathroom looking at her bottom for marks. I think she’s disappointed there are no bruises.”

I smiled. I’ll try harder next time”

“Not with Claire, I think once was enough. She just feels the pain, not the nice bit afterwards.”

“What do you feel ?”

Libby shifted and thought for a while. A lot of things she replied. I like the build up, been forced to bend over your knee exposing myself to you. Feeling powerless to react, submitting to your will.”

I stroked the side of her leg, my hand pushing her skirt a little further up her thigh.

“What about the pain ? I asked

“That’s not something I dwell on She said. It just increases the feeling afterwards, makes it more intense.”

My hand was now stroking her bottom again. She changed her position, sitting astride my legs with her back against my chest. She hooked her legs over mine, her bottom pushed into my groin as I leant back on the sofa. I’m sure she could feel my advanced state of arousal, but made no mention of it. I moved my hands over the top of her legs, stroking her thighs, gently probing upwards. Libby opened her legs a little wider and at last, my hands were brushing each side of her soft, smooth pussy. I had never dreamt of doing such a thing and was uncertain of not only what I should do, but what I would feel down there. I continued to stroke the velvety outer lips for a while before Libby reached down herself and opened her pussy by rubbing her fingers up the tight slit. She grasped my hand and showed me where to press and where to rub. Her vagina was wonderfully moist and quickly capitulated to some gentle finger pressure. Her clit was already peaking out between those hairless lips, inviting a touch. Gently she murmured, showing me the touch that worked best for her. With one hand still on her pussy, I slid the other up to her chest. Despite the apparent flat chest, her breast buds and nipples were to be found. I ran my fingers over them causing Libby to sigh with pleasure. She made no complaint as I unbuttoned her blouse and stimulated her directly. Within a very few minutes Libby’s breathing became deep and her eyes half closed. She pressed my hand deeper into her urging my touch to become heavier. I pinched her nipples, wishing I had more hands to touch her in more places. Eventually she pushed my hands away from her pussy and up to her breasts, She frigged herself to orgasm as I pinched both nipples at the same time. As I felt her body sag, I removed my hands and cuddled her tightly. She responded with a deep kiss and a tight embrace.



After a few minutes, Libby lifted herself from my lap. I must get changed before mum gets home she said Why don’t you stay for tea ?”

“OK I said, after a few seconds thought Mums not home until later and she will have expected me to have eaten”

“Go through to the kitchen and tell Claire, it’s her turn to cook tonight said Libby, moving through the door. Libby walked up the stairs to the room she shared with her sister. I followed her out of the lounge and walked into the kitchen. Claire had changed her clothes and returned downstairs and was now dressed in a jumper and jeans. She was standing by the window, just staring out. I walked up behind her and stroked my hand across her bottom, ending up holding her around her slim waist. She flinched and moved away a little. When she turned, her eyes looked watery, her expression a worried frown.

“You won’t hurt Libby will you? she asked

“With a few taps on her bum, I shouldn’t think so”

“That’s not what I meant, you are her first proper lover, she has never been close to anybody before.

It was my turn to flinch now. The colour drained from me.

“I saw you on the sofa when I came downstairs from getting dressed. continued Claire I know what you were both doing. I don’t think she has never been touched like that by anyone else before”

“Will you say anything, I mean to your mum or anyone ? I asked, fear apparent in my voice.

Claire smiled. No, but don’t make me regret it, Since Dad left, we all look out for each other. Please don’t let Libby down or abuse her trust. I think she is quite vulnerable at the moment.”

I kissed Claire firmly on the lips much to her surprise, smiled and moved away. Trust me I said The last thing I want is to hurt her. We looked at each other for a moment exchanging a short nod before turning to the job in hand of making tea. I went to pick up a loaf to cut some bread but Claire stopped me. Wash your hands before you touch anything. I know where your hands have been ! I grinned at her and turned on the tap.



I made it home that night just before my parents got back from work. Dad had picked Mum up and brought in a Chinese takeaway (Food I hate) and so was happy to hear I had already eaten. I retired to the privacy of my bedroom. Slid the bolt I had installed myself across the door and lay on my bed. My mind was whirling with the emotions and thoughts of the last few hours. I remembered I was still wearing Gail’s knickers and removed my trousers before stroking my rock hard cock through the tight cotton. As I replayed the spanking and caressing of Libby in my mind, in no time at all I felt myself coming. I made no attempt to stop myself or remove the knickers, but let the goo bubble into them. I lay there feeling the sperm dribble from my softening cock until the clamminess made me remove them. I gingerly pulled the knickers off, being careful not to smear cold spunk down my legs. I used a clean part of the knickers to clean my self up before putting on some clean pants and replacing my trousers. I looked at the sticky, smelly knickers now lying on my desk. There was no way Gail could have those back in that condition. I bunched into my hand and sped across the landing into the bathroom. Spinning the hot tap on, I rinsed the knickers through and rubbed some soap into the worst of the stains. After a second rinse, the knickers were clean. I just needed somewhere to dry them now. I looked around. The pipes to the bath and sink were boxed in along the skirting board. There was a gap at the sink where the pipes came through just big enough for me to get my hand into. I took the knickers, folded them neatly and inserted them into the gap as far as I could. The dark knickers disappeared into the void and would hopefully sit on the warm pipes and dry by the morning. Feeling pleased with myself, I walked back downstairs and joined my parents on the sofa for a good dose of TV.