Gideon Reinicke and his sister Valencia had quite a reunion It was a yearly thing at this point, but they always both looked forward to it.!
He'd picked her up at the airport, and taken her to lunch, and they'd discussed old times, and Valencia's art gallery, and of course Gideon's practice as the most prominent allergist in Buttermilk Falls. Valencia had asked Gid over lunch whether there were any romantic prospects in his life.
"You know, I know you must be lonely, Gideon, are you dating, or are you just sitting at home reading detective novels and trotting off to the Camera Club and the Opera Society twice a week?"
Valencia's slight white hand with her red nails had reached over and touched Gid's and he'd blushed.
"It's been difficult since Monique died, Valencia. I-I guess I've not gotten out as much as I'd like, you know. I have a few good friends, but not a lot of romantic possibilities, but I have quite a full life you know. My kids live here in town, and I see them a lot, and I'm quite involved in the church...it's a life!"
Gideon had tried to smile. Valencia still looked damn good for sixty, her honey blonde hair cut close around her ears, and she still had a dynamite figure from all the tennis and jogging. When they got back to Gideon's house, he carried Valencia's bags upstairs, and when he came back down, Valencia was sitting on the couch, with the familiar hairbrush in her hand.
"I was just thinking you might enjoy going to the opera tonight at the Buttermilk Theater, La Traviata--what the hell?" Gid tried to smile at his attractive sister, who was in a no nonsense position on the couch, tapping the hairbrush.
Oh God, Gid thought. We'd spent the day as equals, but now this. But he felt his cock growing hard in his pants...and it had been such a long time." You're still my little brother, Gideon, and I know it's been a while. You have sins on your conscience, and I have an itchy arm.
Why don't we get it out of the way, eh? It'll be cathartic." Valencia smiled and tapped the hairbrush, a gigantic wooden thing, on her skirted knee.
"Take down your pants and your underpants, please, and lie over Sissie's lap." Gideon sighed, and put his hands together. "Katherine, I think we're past that now...those games.
My life is very different, and it's quite inappropriate for---"But Valencia shook her head smiling, and crooked a long red nail. What could he do?
"Valencia, let go of this nonsense, why don't you take a nap, we'll get together with Dick and Rhona perhaps for dinner and go to the opera--"Valencia shook her head good naturedly.
"I was going to give you thirty, Gideon, but I think I've just upped it to fifty, do you want to try for seventy-five?
Take down your pants and let's get this going, dear. I would like to take a nap later, but we both know what you need."
Although they'd had a fairly normal childhood, when Gideon was in college, he confessed to Val and her best friend Beaudry, a comely brunette, that he was enthralled by spanking...though he'd never been spanked in their conservative home.
The girls had taken him up on it, and regularly disciplined, Gideon had done much better in college. And then he'd married Monique. He thought, of course the BDSM days were over.
But Monique--she'd found his spanking erotica back in a closet before they were married, while they were living in sin and going to med school together...She'd had lunch with Valencia, and it had been inevitable that Gideon's relationship would change, and his pants had been taken down for hard spankings by his quiet French wife two to five times a month during their twenty-six year marriage, as well as other notable punishments.
How he missed Monique! And he missed the spankings, deep down, he supposed.
And Valencia knew this. Finally Gideon removed his cardigan sweater slowly, smoothed his tie and began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants as he walked slowly over to his smiling sister.
Gid sighed as he pulled his khakis down, but his sister said
"Let me do the undies" And indeed she did, lowering them to his knees. it was so humiliating! His sister was fully clothed, and poor Gid was naked and his dick was stiffening right in front of her. Why should a fifty-eight year old man embarrass himself this way, Gid thought bitterly.
He'd never seen Valencia naked in all his life, and yet she had been taking down his pants, or watching hiswife Monique do it, for over forty years.
Indeed, he'd been tortured worse--Monique would sometimes whip his bare ass, and sometimes his cock as he stood naked and crying in front of her completely clothed bridge club, or the Ladies Sewing Guild, but still, Gideon never quite got used to it!
" Still hasn't grown much, I see." Valencia murmured, gazing at her brother's pecker, which was standing up at full form. She smiled slightly and flicked it with a red nail, and Gideon winced...but his dick stayed hard.
As Valencia laughed deep in her throat, her full bosom shook in the snug gray turtleneck, and Gid grew even stiffer. Gid heard some clinking as he lay across Valencia's lap. "What's that?" But he knew.
Monique had advised Valencia some years ago, that Gideon, no manly punishment taker, would still try to pull off her lap, and it helped to lock his wrists in handcuffs.
A SISTER'S DUTY
Valencia lifted the large hickory hairbrush and whacked it down on Gid's exposed rear end with a vigorous slap. Ah, it was good feeling the brush in her hand again.
Seventy-two hours ago, Valencia had been using it on Mr. Dorsey Kounalakis, a major patron to her art gallery. There was nothing that gave Valencia more pleasure then visiting Dorsey at his shipping office and having the stout magnate take down his pants and underpants, still dressed however in a vest and tie, and bend across her knees!
Of course she had a very different relationship with Dorsey Kounalakis than she did with her baby brother. Sometimes Valencia and Dorsey would take a hotel room (As Dorsey and Valencia were married, albeit to other people) and Valencia would use the hairbrush till it sizzled, then borrowing Dorsey's gold tipped walking stick for a few remaining shots before he undressed her with shaking hands, worshipping her beautiful breasts and then performing between her legs with his tongue so that she screamed in joyous pleasure!
Beaudry, Val's old friend who had dommed Gideon, she got therapy and pronounced Valencia's interests "neurotic" but really, there was no other way to treat a man.
Now Valencia used the hairbrush on Gid's butt like there was no tomorrow. WHACK! CRACK! SMASH! SLACK!
Valencia heard Gideon's quick intake of breath, smiling inwardly. It must be difficult to have spent all the years of your life undressing and being punished by your big sister, especially as Gid had never even seen Valencia without her blouse on. As she had this errant thought, she brought the brush down again on Gid's ass, quite severely.?
WHACK! THWACK! SMACK! SMASH! Gideon's buttocks were turning fire engine red, and there were little bursts and purple blotches appearing here and there.
Valencia could feel the familiar trembling, Gideon was biting his tongue, trying desperately not to burst into tears. Why were men in such a war with their masculinity?
Gid's legs opened a bit, and Valencia saw his testicles and slammed them with the hickory hairbrush, and he screeched like a tomcat being castrated.
Aah, music to Valencia's ears.
Her brother took all this pressure on his shoulders, tried to quell it with wine and Dunhill cigarettes...it just wasn't good for him, all that pressure.
Valencia felt Gideon's penis harden against her stockinged legs. Whacking even harder had no real effect, his penis just stiffened even more! Yes, there was another problem he'd always had. Masturbation!
Val had constantly had to bang on the bathroom door to keep Gideon from pounding his pud in there, and to get back to his books. Now Gideon called up
"We've--ooh-- gone ow OW way past fifty whacks! Can't we stop?" Valencia laughed as she continued to lambaste Gid's bare buttocks.
"Sorry, you need a little more. Fifty whacks was just a lie to get you across my knees baby brother. I am afraid you're in it for the long haul!"
When Val caught 20 year old Gideon red handed with the Montgomery Ward women's lingerie catalogue, she'd tied Gideon naked to a tree in the back yard and whipped his hard penis with a spruce switch as the neighborhood girls had watched over the fence, chortling and blowing Bazooka gum bubbles.
Back then Val also would give Gid ice cold enemas, to try and re-structure his innards away from sinful thought, but it didn't seem to help much--her son was a true satyr!
Valencia just knew that Gideon was probably watching computer pornography in his spare time instead of looking around for a sensible wife who would take him in hand. It was truly a serious issue!
At about the seventieth whack, Gideon began blubbering, and oh, those tears began coming out. Valencia smiled grimly and began alternating whacks on the left and right cheeks.
He would've been such a slovenly slacker without regular chastisement, Valencia realized as she brought swat one hundred and fifty down on Gid's defenseless bottom.
Valencia had found that Gideon's discipline had also assisted in her marriage to the wonderfully disorganized Elkin Christenbury...
Elk was much like Gid, talented but quite disorganized, and he'd been a pony tailed Julliard dropout when Valencia had met him, singing at her best friend's wedding.?
"Well, I deal a little weed too, and my folks pay my rent" Elk explained to Valencia when, over drinks, she asked what kind of a living one could make playing at weddings, park concerts and honky-tonk bars.
To Valencia, who had managed a Dairy Queen at fourteen and had then started and sold the Valencia's Rent A-Car chain, before buying her own art gallery...
Elk's self-survival explanation just seemed a bit meager. Elk had thought it was cute that first night when Valencia wanted to tie him to her bed, though he was a bit alarmed when she took his belt out of his pants and looped it in her hand....
By the time they'd been dating for two years Elk's hair was short and he had finished his PhD dissertation on Temporality in post-tonal music and was teaching high school classic guitar...
Yes, and by their five year wedding anniversary Elk's CD was selling quite respectably, and he was a great influence in the jazz world, though he still had to beg his wife to unlock his chastity tube if he wanted to masturbate...which happened rarely!
