The hours after my discovery of Jennifer giving a hummer to her young boyfriend were exciting yet predictable.
Mom, and later dad, were all over Jennifer, asking about college life, her studies, her activities and of course, whether she'd been dating.
I had to laugh to myself when she said her studies were consuming her time. "There aren't enough hours in the day, I think I was a little ambitious taking six courses when every one else is taking five," said my pretty sister, flipping back her long hair.
I couldn't help thinking to myself how she must be acing drama, because she gave no indication that she was merely seconds from being caught in the act or orally copulating by our dear mother. That would have led, no doubt, to her receiving a strong paddling from dad upon his return from work.
No doubt about it, Jennifer owed me. And she owed me a lot, even though the photo of her and her boyfriend was only semi-incriminating. I studied it intently in my room before dinner and before locking it up (first I inserted it into a sock and then I placed the sock into an old shoe) in a case which I kept below my bed.
The memory of that photo was etched into my mind. The good news is that it wasn't blurred. That was my worry since I had only pointed and shot the photo. Only the top of Jennifer's head --- from the top of her eyes to her long blonde hair --- was caught by the camera, as the rest of her face and whatever mouth action she was performing on her boyfriend were obscured by the boy's bare ass.
Still his pants were around his ankles and head was thrown back in ecstasy, clearly indicating he was enjoying my fellating sister. While only the top of her head was visible, there was a reverse view of her spread legs on the pool table and while I couldn't see down below the whole mystery of what was between her legs brought me a massive hard-on. It was an erotic photo, despite the fact that the stars were unidentified.
After dinner I went to my room, only to be started by a knock on my door.
"Jonathon!" said my father.
"Yes, dad."
"What did you spill on the pool table?"
"Huh?" I replied, having not one iota of an idea of what my dad was talking about.
He grabbed my collar and matched me down to the basement and pointed at a stain several feet away from the end bumper. At first I had no idea what it could have been, until thinking of that afternoon. It had to have been Jennifer's love juice, her cream stained the felt.
By then the commotion had brought mom, and soon Jennifer, to the basement. Looking at the face, I saw she was busted and obviously frightened about the discovery. I held the cards, and could play them and rat out my sister or fold with a full house.
My father stared at me as I shuffled from foot to foot.
"Dad, I'm sorry," I said. "I hadn't noticed anything, but earlier today I..."
Glancing at Jennifer, I saw the terror in her eyes.
"Dad, I, well, I think I must have spilled a little water somehow, but I will clean it up."
Dad was not amused. "You can't just clean up the felt, it's stained and it will have to stay that way until we re-cover it, and I just did that last year. You are so inconsiderate, Jon. Why can't you be more like your sister?"
Shit, that wasn't good. He was really pissed.
Dad grabbed the top of my collar again and smartly matched me upstairs and into the study. He pushed me toward his large oak desk.
"Drop your pants! Take the position!"
I knew arguing, and clearly not changing my story now, would do only harm. I couldn't believe it, he wanted to spank me. I stammered and made excuses, but he wouldn't budge. "It will only get worse," he sternly stated. Defeated, I took the position, dropped my pants and briefs, and accepted my fate.
Twenty paddles later I got dressed, humiliated by the spanking, tears running down my face, and took a slow, painful walk up to my room.
If you have never had a paddling, you just won't have an idea of how painful this spanking way. My ass hurt. A lot. And my pride hurt even worse. Here I was, 18, and still getting spanked. I slunk up to my room and wondered why I hadn't dropped the dime on my sister.
Probably because I knew she is in a lot more trouble than me if the truth over her afternoon rendezvous was learned. In any event, I fell asleep on my stomach that night, but woke each time I turned over from the pain in my backside. I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep.
A gentle tap on my bedroom door startled me at 1 a.m. It was Jennifer.
"Jon? Jon? Are you awake?"
"I am now!"
My sister slipped into my room and sat on the side of the bed.
"I just wanted to thank you for what you did today, especially for warning me about mom getting home and I can't believe what you did with dad," said my sister. "I can't believe that over the years I have treated you like a little kid...you were a true gentleman today. I can't thank you enough."
I looked at my sister, beautiful in her baby doll nightie. I know she's my sister, but she was quite beautiful in the slight night light.
"Well, Jen, I might have a few ideas on how you can repay me," I suggestively said, joking with the beautiful girl. "But seriously, I think it was just a flash of stupidity."
