Rob and I decided to wait until Saturday morning to go to the tool shed as it was dark by the time he had worked me up and over. We would also have to wait until our parents were out.
We found some substantial bolt cutters, a hack saw and a file. The bolt cutters would have him free in no time, and I thought about admitting to having a key. I quickly decided against that idea as Rob was showing signs of anger about being emasculated by Gemma. By now she was constantly being referred to as 'that fucking bitch."
"Just wait until I get out," Rob seethed, "It's going to be the roughest taking of a virgin ever!"
We plonked the tools down in Rob's bedroom, and he took his trousers down and laid back on the bed. His legs spread with his cage well displayed.
"Bolt cutters first," ordered Rob like some mechanical surgeon.
I started to laugh at the absurdness of the situation, which brought an instant rebuke from Rob.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh, come on, Rob, it's a bit weird," I giggled, struggling to lift the heavy bolt cutters up onto the bed and then bring the head in-between his legs.
They were heavy with long handles to produce leverage and cut any bolt. Rob reached forward and pulled the head towards the padlock. I opened the jaws and clamped it around the thick stainless steel' U' of the padlock.
"Careful!" Anxiously cried Rob sitting upright to guide the cutters. He put his hands on the levers, only being able to reach the lower end. I went to the end of the levers.
"Ready?"
"Oh shit!" Exclaimed Rob causing me to burst out in laughter and the cutters heavy head to slip and hit him in the balls.
"Oh fuck!" he cried, making me shudder with laughter.
"Will you be careful?' He angrily hollered, sighing and rubbing his clubbed balls.
"Oh, stop bitching like a little girl and let the surgeon operate! Put your life in my hands or, in your case cock and balls!"
"Some fucking surgeon you are," he berated.
With much giggling, I managed to apply the bolt cutters again. This time I managed to get them to grip on the steel of the padlock.
"Oh, careful," Rob timidly stressed as I bought the jaws together.
He shuddered in nervousness as a tool for cutting through steel was so close to his manhood.
I lightly brought the levers together, "fancy a vasectomy," I joked.
"Shut up!" Growled Rob, his forehead starting to show signs of sweat.
His freedom was in my hands but did I want him free? It had been fun having his cock and balls caged, allowing his tongue to serve me, so why change things?
I feigned putting effort into closing the cutters, and Rob joined in, not really having much leverage. We struggled over his crown jewels, and the urge to giggle overtook me. My chuckling frame reverberated down the cutter, and its head slipped off the padlock and fell heavily into his balls.
"Fucking hell!" He screamed.
"Sorry, it's too heavy," I claimed.
Rob lifted and studied the padlock, "It's hardly scratched it. Try the hack saw."
I heaved the bolt cutters away and returned with a hack saw. I looked down at my despondent brother Rob.
"Don't worry, I'm not a doctor," I joked.
"Look, take this seriously," Rob begged.
"Then spread your legs wider," I ordered, "as if you're just about to take a cock up your ass."
Rob suddenly stopped and put his hand up, "What are you implying?"
"Oh, shut up, you tart and get your legs open," I quickly dismissed as I approached his cage with the hacksaw.
Rob spread his legs as wide as possible as carefully put the blade to the padlock steel.
I pulled the saw back slowly. Rob gripped the bed in fear. "Careful, careful," he constantly urged. I did one slide at a time with Rob's body tensing every time I ripped the hacksaw back.
"Careful, careful," he continued.
I got up the confidence to move the hacksaw back and forth, and Rob could do nothing but tense up. I sped up.
"Careful!" He yelled.
"I have to go faster, or we'll never get the thing off,"
Back and forth, gathering speed with Rob's body tensing all the time. In the end, his muscles gave out, and the blade jumped and accidentally nicked his balls.
Rob screamed, "You did that on purpose!" He yelled and got up, stanching the small flow of blood from his testicles.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" I immediately cried in genuine repentance as I had only meant to give him a slight nick to put an end to his escape attempt.
"You stupid cow!" He roared until he could see he didn't need a stitch,
"You could have cut my balls off."
I stood worrying in contrition, my hands still holding the blood-smeared hacksaw. Rob stood, his eyes manically glaring. He stepped threatening towards me, and I brought my hands up, fearful of reprisal.
He ripped the hacksaw out of my grasp and threw it across the bedroom. I anxiously gasped as he grabbed me around the waist as I began to panic. He pulled me to his bed, sat down and pulled me quickly over his lap. My mind was in a bewildered dread until he started to lift my skirt.
He was going to spank me. He ripped my panties down and bared my ass, and although I had a tinge of humiliation, I settled for my punishment.
He snapped his hand across my buttocks, and I cried out with the echo of my spank reverberating around the room. I kicked up as his second spank hit home, not letting my ass recover from the thrashing. I ramped up the volume of my cries as the accumulating build-up of pain increased with the third blow.
I had always sort a spanking, but the accumulation of pain from the relentless blows was becoming unbearable. I cried out to a dry scream as I kicked and thrashed about as my ass became the receptacle for unpalatable pain.
In every possible contortion over his hard lap, my body malformed in a hopeless attempt to ride the excruciating pain.
My head jerked, my back arched, and my legs and arms kicked out in a spasmodic dance to the backdrop of my cries. The tenderness of my bottom would be reacting to the slightest touch.
As each blow rained down on my ass, my tear-filled eyes would change the distorted view of the carpet.
I tried to get free by pushing up off the floor, my tears falling on my shaking hands. Again and again, Rob shocked my ass with fearful blows. This was real punishment as Rob was spanking me with all his might. He said nothing between impacts. He just grunted with effort.
He smashed down into my ass once more, and again, I went to a dry scream as my head jerked up, my back arched, and my feet kicked. I was ready for another blow, but for some reason, he had stopped.
I looked up and saw our mother standing in the bedroom doorway. I quickly got off Rob's lap and pulled my panties up, looking at her disapproving face all the time.
"Julie, get to my office now, Rob. I'll speak to you later," She ordered.
I scurried after her, a bit miffed that I would be hauled across the coals despite me, who was being thrashed bare assed.
I went into my mother's office and sat before her at her desk, doing my best not to show any discomfort radiating from my beaten ass.
My mother was concerned rather than angry, which surprised me.
