"Char, would you do the honors please, and spank your sister?"

"Um, Ok. I mean Yes, William, if you want me to," Char said.

"I do want you to, Char, that's why I asked. Please start now," I said,

trying to sound a little cross over her hesitation.

Char stood up and set her wine glass beside Carrie's. She walked over to

Carrie and stood behind and to the side of her. "I'm sorry, Carrie, I

have to spank you again," she said quietly.

"Don't be sorry, Sweetie," Carrie said, "give me a hard spanking. I need

it and I want it, and it's a command from your Master. Obey."

I never gave too much thought about spanking technique. Generally I just

alternated, one slap to each cheek, about once a second. And that's the

way I saw Char spank Carrie on the hilltop that morning. So I was

surprised at the technique she used this time. She gave Carrie ten slaps

on her left cheek, as fast as she could, then immediately repeated the

process on the right cheek. She then delayed a second or two, and

started over. During the second ten slaps on her right cheek, Carrie

said "Ow!, that really hurts."

Char immediately stopped, until both Carrie and I said, "Don't stop," at

the same time. Char continued, and within two minutes she had Carrie

crying. Withing five minutes Carrie's body was convulsing with sobs.

Char kept looking over at me, and each time I told her to continue. Soon

she paused long enough to switch to Carrie's other side, then continued

with her left hand.

Carrie's ass was bright red, Char was really burning her up. I was

really enjoying the whole thing, highly amused that Carrie was finally

getting the kind of spanking she had thought she wanted. The next time

Char looked over at me, I said, "Stop looking over here, Char, and

concentrate on your work. I'll tell you when it's time to stop."

"Yes, Sir," Char said, slightly out of breath. She seemed to redouble

her efforts, and Carrie started squirming and moaning worse than ever. I

eased out of my chair and quickly went downstairs, returning a few

moments later with the flog and crop. I don't think Char even realized I

had been gone. I put the crop on the chair seat beside me, and kept the

flog in my hand.

I let the spanking continue for another five minutes or so, until

finally Carrie said, through her sobbing and gasping, "Please stop it,

William, I can't take any more."

"One more minute, Char," I said, "you can stop in one minute, when I

tell you."

"Dammit, William, I'm serious. Please stop her," Carrie said.

I said, "Shut up, Carrie." She continued her sobbing, gasping, and

moaning, but she didn't speak again.

A minute later, I said "Char, that's enough," and Char stopped

immediately. She began blowing on her hands and rubbing them against her

hips, trying to stop the stinging she no doubt felt. She told Carrie

softly that she was sorry, but Carrie didn't answer. She was still

sobbing loudly.

"That was a good spanking, Char, thank you," I said. "I'm sure Carrie

will agree when she's better able to talk to us." I paused, then held up

the flog for Char to see. "All you need to do now is give Carrie five

hard swats on each cheek with the flog, and your work will be finished.

Then we can get back to the orgasms I owe you."

Char stood frozen, like a deer in the headlights. Twice she started

walking toward me, then stopped. Finally she said, "Please, William,

don't make me do that. It's torture, I don't want to torture Carrie."

"It's not torture, Char, for Carrie it's pleasure. You know she enjoys

being flogged, just as she enjoys spankings. You've seen it with your

own eyes. Now stop being silly, take the flog and use it on Carrie as

I've commanded you."

I knew she wanted to obey me, but she couldn't make herself walk over to

me and take the flogger. She lowered her eyes, and said, "William, I

can't. Ask me anything, but don't ask me that. Please don't."

I looked at her in silence for a moment. I thought Carrie would say

something, but she remained silent except for the sobbing and sniffling.

Finally I said, "Char, do you remember what I told Carrie I would do if

she ever disobeyed me again."

Char lowered her eyes. I think she saw immediately where this was going.

She said, "You said that if Carrie ever disobeyed you, you would whip my

breasts with the crop, William."

"So what do you think I would do if you disobeyed me, Char?" I asked.

She didn't answer, so finally I said, "Answer my question, Char. What do

you think I would do if you disobeyed me?"

She sighed. "You'd whip Carrie's breasts with the crop if I disobeyed

you," she said, sounding defeated.

"That's right, Char, I would whip Carrie's breasts with this crop." I

held up the crop for her to see. "And when I finished whipping Carrie's

breasts with this crop because of your disobedience, I would once again

tell you to flog Carrie's ass. Would you continue to disobey me, Char?

We could stay in that cycle all night, if you refuse to obey. Is that

what you want for Carrie, to have her breasts whipped with the crop all

evening, when we could all be in bed, giving and receiving pleasure?"

Char was defeated. Tears pooled in her eyes as she slowly walked over to

me and took the flog from my hand. "That's five hard strikes on each

cheek, Char. I'm not sure I can trust you to deliver hard blows, so

Carrie will count each one. If you don't hit her hard enough, she won't

count the strike, and you'll have to repeat it. If you want to minimize

Carrie's pain, you'll give her 10 hard strikes and get it over with,

instead of having to repeat some of them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said. Her tears ran down her cheeks as she slowly turned

and walked back to Carrie.

"Did you hear what I told Char, Carrie?" I asked. She had almost stopped

crying, but her ass was still bright red.

"Yes, Sir," she said softly. "I'm ready for my flogging, William,"

"Please begin now, Char," I said. After a moment's hesitation, Char

struck Carrie on her left cheek. It looked like a hard blow to me, but

Carrie kept silent, even though her body had jerked when she received

the strike. "That wasn't hard enough, Char, you are causing Carrie more

pain by holding back. Start again."

Char reached back with the flog and delivered a really hard blow to

Carrie's left cheek. "One!" Carrie screamed.

"Ok, Char, that was a little too hard, but you've got the right idea

now." I said. "Please proceed, let's get this over with and move on to

more pleasant things." Crying now, Char delivered the remaining nine

blows to Carrie's ass. Carrie called out each count, but didn't scream

again. When it was finished, Char dropped the flog and began sobbing

quietly.

Carrie looked at me, and I nodded. She stood up and turned to Char. She

was still crying herself, nevertheless she tried to comfort Char. "Don't

cry, Sweetie," she said, "you were great. You really blistered my ass

with that spanking, where'd you learn to do that?"

Ignoring Carrie's question, Char said, "Carrie, I'm so sorry. I spanked

you too hard, then I flogged you too hard. Please forgive me, I didn't

want to hurt you at all."

"But you hurt me in a good way, Char, and I wanted to be hurt. Sweetie,

you gave me what I needed. I'm going to ask William if you can spank me

and flog me from now on, you've taken it to another level. Thank you so

much." At that point Carrie hugged Char and kissed her tenderly. Char

was confused, but she seemed to feel better about the whole thing after

hearing what Carrie said.

"Char, please go get a cold, damp washcloth so we can cool your sister's

ass," I said. When Char ran to the bathroom to get the washcloth, Carrie

came to me and gave me a tender kiss. "Are you OK?" I asked her.

"My ass is burning up," she said with a rueful smile. "The girl's got a

gift for spanking. Her flogging technique needs work, but she'll be Ok,

if you can ever get her to do it again."

I smiled. "She'll do it again, never fear," I said.

Char returned with the washcloth. Carrie lay face down on the bed, then

Char draped the cloth over her ass. Carrie sighed at the partial relief

the cold, damp cloth brought to her burning cheeks.

Char stood beside the bed, tears still running down her cheeks. I stood

up and walked over to her. "Char, there have to be consequences for your

disobedience," I told her.

I expected her to deny her disobedience, since she did eventually obey

me. But she didn't deny anything. She met my gaze and said, "Yes, Sir."

"First of all, no more orgasms. When we're all in bed later, you are

free to cum whenever you choose. But until then, you will not cum. Is

that clear?" Char nodded, then said it was clear, and I continued.

"Secondly, Carrie is due two strikes on each breast with the crop, as

punishment for your disobedience." To my great surprise, Char dropped to

her knees and kissed my feet, imitating Carrie's technique as best she

could. Then, with her forehead to the floor between my feet, she said,

"Master, please don't hurt Carrie because of my disobedience. I swear,

I'll do anything you say from now on. Anything at all, I promise. If

someone has to be punished, use the crop on me, not on Carrie."

I looked over at Carrie. She had raised up on her elbows, and was

looking around at Char and I. "Stand up and look at me, Char," I said.

She jumped to her feet and met my gaze, her lips trembling. "Your

punishment is suspended, but not canceled, Char. That means the next

time you disobey me, Carrie will receive a double punishment, four

strikes on each breast with the crop. Do you understand?"

She smiled and took my hands. "Yes, Sir. I do understand, William, and

I'm very grateful. I'll obey you from now on, I promise. I'm yours to

command."

I said, "I've been very pleased with your obedience, Char, until this

problem with flogging. The only behavior you need to correct at this

time is to get over your reluctance to use the flog on Carrie. Look me

in the eyes, and tell me you will flog Carrie any time I wish, on

whichever parts of her body I tell you to, and for as long as I tell you

to. Then the problem will be behind us, and we can forget tonight's

misunderstanding."

Char met my gaze, and said exactly what I wanted to hear. I hugged and

kissed her, and told her the matter was forgotten. "Go and be with your

sister slave, and talk to each other," I told her. She crawled onto the

bed, with her head close to Carrie's. They kissed, then nuzzled, then

began to talk about the flogging and spanking issues.

I sat down and sipped my wine, watching but not really listening to the

sisters. That was as much privacy as I was willing to give them, to

occasionally ignore what they said to one another. I smiled as their

kisses and touches inevitably became more passionate. Soon Carrie moved

her head toward Char's pussy, and I tuned in again as Char said, "No, I

can't take a chance on disobeying. I'll do you instead."

Carrie raised up and looked at me. "William, please let the poor girl

cum. She's apologized, and promised never to disobey you again, and she

did flog me in the end." She grinned when she realized her unintentional

pun, then continued. "She's learned her lesson, won't you please show

her some mercy?"

They were both looking at me expectantly. I sighed, as if I had fought a

battle and lost. "Char," I said, "until we're all in bed together, you

will cum whenever Carrie tells you to."

"Thank you, William," they said, in two part harmony. Carrie resumed her

travels down Char's torso, and soon she was licking and nibbling all

around and inside Char's pussy. That quickly evolved into a tightly

coupled 69, with Carrie on top of Char, and each pussy covered with a

hungry mouth. In another few minutes, I heard Carrie say, "Cum," and

they both did. I smiled when I saw that Char curled her toes again.

I didn't keep count, but Carrie took Char to the point of orgasm several

more times. Once she held Char at that point as long as Char could

resist, the rest of the time Carrie commanded an orgasm as soon as Char

was capable of it. But Carrie was so smooth, I'm sure Char thought she

was coming on command every time.

After a time, the action on the bed tapered off. The clock said it was

just after 10:30, and I was about to get up and join Char and Carrie.

Char crawled out of bed, walked over to me, and knelt at my feet. I

glanced at Carrie, and she was watching us with a smile on her face.

Whatever Char was planning, Carrie had put her up to it. Looking into my

eyes, Char said, "William, I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Will you please

forgive me, and let me suck your cock?"

"The matter of your disobedience is already settled and forgiven, Char,"

I said. "As for you sucking my cock, I would like that very much. But

you'll do it in bed, not here." I took Char's hands, and pulled her to

her feet as I stood up. We hugged and kissed, then I led her to our bed.

I crawled onto the bed, gave Carrie a long kiss, then lay on my back

with my head on a pillow. I motioned for Carrie to join me, and she

cuddled beside me. I had an arm around her, and her head was resting on

my shoulder. I nodded to Char, and she positioned herself between my

legs. We were both looking at her, waiting for her to begin, when she

said, "I feel selfconscious with both of you watching me."

Carrie laughed. "You'll get over it, Sweetie. There's no place in this

house for selfconsciousness. Now, shouldn't you get to work?"

"Yes, Mistress Carrie," Char said, with a hint of sarcasm. She was

tweaking Carrie for her tendency to be bossy. Carrie was a

perfectionist, and she wanted Char to serve me with perfection as well.

Since I counted on her to provide the details of Char's training, it was

fine with me if Carrie was a bit controlling. To show Char where my

support lay, I turned my head and kissed Carrie.

I had been enjoying Char's lips and tongue for some minutes, when it

occurred to me to use this situation as a final training exercise for

the evening. "Char," I said, "from the time we all got into bed

together, you've had permission to cum any time you choose. But it would

please me if you use this as a training opportunity. Don't stimulate

yourself physically, just concentrate on what you're doing, and use any

mental imagery that works to get yourself excited. Then, when I cum in

your mouth, you'll cum too. Ok?"

Char took her mouth off of my cock long enough to say, "Yes, Sir. I'll

do my best, William."

"Good girl, that's all I ask," I said. I pulled Carrie's head closer and

began kissing her. She turned onto her side and rested a hand on my

chest. I reached down and felt my way to her pussy, then gently squeezed

and rubbed her labia between my fingers and thumb. Soon she was moaning

and probing my mouth with her darting tongue.

I enjoyed the attention from Char and Carrie for about ten minutes, then

I felt the first indications of an orgasm. Pulling my mouth away from

Carrie's, I said, "It won't be long, Char, are you ready to cum with me?"

Char shook her head, then raised up just long enough to say, "Don't

know. Maybe."

Carrie said, "I'll help you, Sweetie, we can do it together." She

started to get up and move toward Char, and I knew she intended to

stimulate Char's pussy or clit to help her get off.

"No, Carrie," I said, holding one of her labia rings and preventing her

from getting up. "She has to figure out how to do this for herself,

eventually. Let her do it, she'll be fine." Char raised her eyes and

looked at me. I could tell she was smiling, even with a mouthful of cock.

About a minute later, I came. When I started spurting into Char's mouth,

she closed her eyes tightly and tensed her whole body, then she had a

powerful orgasm. It shook her so strongly that she forgot what she was

doing. She raised her head from my cock, and several of my spurts hit

her on the face and dripped onto the bed.

Carrie said, "Char! William's orgasm is the most important thing for you

to deal with. His pleasure has priority over yours, tend to your

Master's cock right now!" Looking somewhat dazed, and still fully in the

throes of her own orgasm, Char nevertheless engulfed my cock again with

her mouth and resumed the excellent blowjob she had been giving me. She

prolonged the intense pleasure I was feeling, letting me continue

ejaculating for perhaps 10 seconds more.

My cock stayed hard, but soon Char figured out that I was finished for

awhile. She proceeded to clean my cock thoroughly, then raised her head

and looked at me, still slightly out of it.

I sat up in bed, cleaned my cum off of Char's face with the washcloth

that had been draped over Carrie's ass, then hugged and kissed Char and

thanked her. She was still trembling, and I thought she still looked a

little stunned, as much by her accomplishment as by her orgasm. She just

smiled at me and didn't say anything.

I lay back down, pulling Char to my side. The three of us were stretched

out, with our bodies in full contact. I kissed both of them, and told

them how proud and pleased I was to be with them. We all lay quietly for

a time, and soon everyone was asleep. I woke up hours later, and quietly

got out of bed to use the toilet. When I returned, Char was laying half

on top of Carrie, and Carrie was holding Char in her arms. I crawled

back in bed, snuggled up against my women, and pulled the covers over

all of us.

I had gotten used to life without Philip, so it startled me to wake up

hearing his voice. He said, "Please don't reach for your pistol, Sir.

I've brought another outsider to the house, a lawyer. You all need to

meet with him right now." When I got my eyes open and looked at him, he

was standing at the door to the bedroom, looking angry. I guessed it had

something to do with Char being in bed, naked, with Carrie and I.

Before I could say anything, Char squealed, "Uncle Phil." She jumped out

of bed and ran over to Philip. Putting her hands to his face, she

smothered him in kisses, then hugged him around his neck.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Charlene," Philip said. He hesitantly

put his arms around her naked waist, then returned her hug.

Char began speed talking. "I don't just feel better, Uncle Phil, I feel

wonderful. I'm so grateful to you and your friend for bringing me here,

you saved me. I'm sorry for the way I acted when you found me, I was

scared and confused. But I'm Ok now. William and Carrie have welcomed me

into their family. This is my home now, and I'm very happy here."

Philip said, "That's wonderful, Charlene. We'll have time for you to

tell me all about it later. But right now it's important that you all

get dressed and listen to what the lawyer has to say." He emphasised the

'get dressed' part, while looking at Carrie.

"Please wait for us in the living room, Philip," Carrie said, "we'll be

in as soon as possible, fully dressed." Her voice dripped with sarcasm

as she said 'fully dressed'.

"Thank you, Carrie," Philip said. He smiled at Char as he gently

dislodged her arms from his neck, then he closed the bedroom door.

"What fucking lawyer is he talking about?" Carrie said.

"Why don't we find out?" I said. "Ok, let's cycle through the bathroom

quickly, then get dressed. Hop to it."

We all went into the bathroom. Carrie and I held Char's hands while she

peed. Then Carrie and I peed together, standing, while Char used the

bidet and dried herself.

Back in the bedroom, I put panties and jeans on Carrie, then told her to

finish dressing herself in shoes, socks, and a sweater. While she was

dressing, I put Char in her panties and jeans. Then Carrie finished

dressing Char while I dressed myself.

We were about to exit the bedroom, when I decided to be cautious. I got

the pistol from behind the headboard of our bed, cocked it and lowered

the hammer, then tucked it into the waist of Carrie's jeans above her

ass. She jumped when the cold metal of the gun contacted her skin.

Pulling her sweater down to cover the gun, I said, "Stay in front of me.

I'll put a hand on your shoulder if it's safe, then you can relax. If I

pull the gun out of your pants before then, drop to the floor." She

nodded and kissed me.

One more thing occurred to me, which we should have talked about before

now. "Char," I said, "we don't discuss our relationship with strangers.

We're just family, not Master and Slaves, Ok?"

Char looked me in the eyes. "Would it be impertinent if I said 'Well,

Duh!', William?" she said.

I smiled. "Yes, but impertinent in a very pleasing way," I said. She

grinned and kissed me, then I opened the bedroom door. We filed out and

went down the hall to meet Philip and the lawyer. Carrie went first, I

followed her, and Char brought up the rear.