Alyson's upbringing - Chapter 7 (New)

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I'm enjoying it too. Though I'm curious what dialect allows for 'bums' to be used to describe cheeks. Usually the entire thing is one single bum.

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Alyson’s upbringing – Chapter 7

Daria slowly reached down and started pulling her sweater over her head. When she was done, she tossed it to her husband who caught it while looking at Daria, a concern visible in his eyes.

You weren’t concerned about me, even when I was fully naked. Fucking perv, Alyson thought.

Daria was now standing in her grey t-shirt with a Karma is a bitch inscription in red letters across her chest.

Oh, the irony, Alyson thought.

With hands visibly shaking now, Daria reached down again and started pulling her shirt upwards. She was always much skinner than Alyson, her abs visible even now when she was 37 years and with one child. She tossed the shirt to Adam as well and instantly crossed arms across her breasts.

“What’s that?” her mom asked looking at Daria’s tummy.

Alyson gasped when she saw Daria had a pierced bellybutton. Her mother despised almost every piece of jewelry, and Alyson remembered how she and Daria barely managed to convince her to let them pierce their ears when they were 14.

“A piercing,” Daria said, looking straight at her mother’s eyes. Alyson had to give it to her that she had some courage.

“Are you a whore, girl?” Her mom whispered.

“What? No, jeez mom, NO! It’s just a piece of jewelry.”

“And you proudly walk the streets with your shirt lifted, so the guys could admire you and see how cheap you are?”

“No, God, no,” Daria said, laughing nervously. “It’s just a piece of jewelry like anything else. And Adam likes it,” she added, looking at her husband, who nodded.

“Actually, it was my idea for Daria to put it”, Adam said. “She has so nice and flat stomach that I thought it sexy.”

Her mom looked at Daria, “Are you feeling sexy now, girl?”

“No, jeez, no, I mean yes, but not in a way that…”

“Stop,” her mom said, “And remove your bra,”

“Mom.” Daria whined,

“NOW GIRL!” her mom shouted and Daria flinched,

With shaking hands, she unbuckled her bra and let it fall to the floor. She immediately crossed her hands across her chest.

“It’s not like you got anything to hide,” Alyson smirked.

Her mom instantly looked at her, “Come here Alyson.”

Now the attention of the room switched from the half-nude girl covering her chest to the fully nude girl with a red bottom. Alyson reluctantly came and stood next to Daria. And just like that, she was center of attention again.

“I thought I was clear enough,” her mother sighted. “I guess I was wrong and you still have some of that attitude which should be beaten out from you.”

“No, no, no, mom, I was just teasing Daria a bit,” Alyson started panicking, “like she was teasing me all the time.”

“I will deal with her in a minute,” her mother said. “But that doesn’t justify you still acting like a brat.”

Alyson knew she was fighting a lost battle, so she just lowered her head, “Yes mom.”

“Now, bend over and clasp your hand behind your knees,” she heard her mom saying.

“Mom, please don’t, I can’t take anymore, my bum already hurts so much,” Alyson was feeling tears coming at her eyes again.

“Apparently not enough,” her mom said, “or you wouldn’t be talking so much. Now, get in position.”

Allyson was mortified, her ass still pulsing from the beating she received not long ago. And now Tom was here as well. She will be spanked again in front of another guy.

She Lowered her upper body slowly, clasping her hands behind her knees. This made her ass stick out a bit.

“More Alyson,” she heard her mom saying, “Grab elbow with each hand.”

Alyson did as was asked of her and discovered that by doing so she bent even more, her ass now being the highest point of her. She couldn’t stand to look anyone in the eye from this position, so she just looked at the floor. “Daria, she insulted you, even after she promised to behave, so you should be the one to punish her,” her mom said. Alyson froze. This couldn’t be happening.

“Thanks mom,” Daria said, and with the horror engulfing her, Alyson realized her mom just gave the belt to Daria.

“How much do you think she deserves?” Her mom asked Daria.

“Oh, I dunno… I think ten would suffice,” Daria said.

“TEN?” Alyson squeaked from her position. “Are you serious? For what, a little teasing?”

“Do you want more?” her mom asked her.

“Of course not, but ten is…” Alyson started.

“Ten it is then,” she heard her mom saying. “Alyson, if you break your position, Daria will start all over again.”

Alyson gritted her teeth and tried not to think that she was offering her naked ass to her sister to spank. One topless sister spanking the other fully nude one. What a sight they must’ve been for everyone.

“Begin,” she heard her mom saying, and not a second later there was a *SWOOOOSH* following by a loud *CRACK*. A second later and she was howling from the fire she was feeling on her ass. With just a pure luck she didn’t let go of her elbows and somehow remained in position. She gritted her teeth and strengthened her grip as she was sure her mom would just love for her to break her position. As would Daria.

“One,” she heard her mom saying. “Alyson, thank your sister for spanking you.”

Alyson’s tears were now freely rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t know what was worse, the pain or the humiliation of being spanked by Daria. Again.

“Thank you for spanking me, Daria,” she somehow forced herself to say.

“Anytime,” she heard Daria from behind her. Was there a laugh at her voice? But there was no time to think about it as there was another *SWOOSH*. Alyson screamed.

“Two,” a voice from her mom somewhere far away from her.

“Thank you for spanking me, Daria,” Alyson heard herself speaking.

*CRACK!* Another one landed on her ass which she thought will explode. She was screaming again, trying to maintain the position.

And then another. And another, Alyson was babbling now, thanking her sister, or at least trying to thank her through the tears and saliva mixing at her mouth.

Suddenly, Alyson realized everything was quiet but for her gasps. She didn’t dare break the position. Was it over? She could no longer feel her ass.

“Oh, poor girl, that must’ve hurt,” she heard Christine saying.

“You’re quite right,” Julia said. “But I bet you she will behave from now on.”

“Oh, that’s true,” Christine said. “Her butt is purple now. I don’t think she’ll be able to sit still for a while.”

“Alyson, have you learned your lesson?” her mom asked, and Alyson slowly began to rise.

Her butt was throbbing so hard that she had troubles focusing on anything else. She turned towards her mom and Daria who had a smirk on her face. That bitch. She heard gasps from Mark, Adam and Tom when they saw her poor ass. I guess no sex this week, she thought. She couldn’t bear a thought of anything touching her ass now, not even panties. So, for the first time ever, she was grateful for being fully naked at the moment.

“Yes mom, I’m sorry for my previous behavior,” Alyson said. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“For your behind’s sake, I hope you’re correct,” her mom grumbled.

Alyson looked at Daria who still had that smirk on. And then she looked down to those two poor excuses for breasts of hers. Daria was always flat, and apparently not even having a child have changed that. Even her areolas very small and pale. But for some reason, her nipples were a bit longer which made it so obvious when they were erected. And they were, Alyson guessed both from the excitement of spanking her and from being naked in front of the gathered crowd. But, that was the second thing Alyson noticed.

“You’ve PIERCED your nipples,” Alyson couldn’t believe her eyes. Not only did Daria pierced her bellybutton, but both of her nipples as well. She even forgot about her backside pain for a second.

At that moment Daria covered her breasts again, smirk replaced by a sheer horror, as she looked at her mom.

“Yes Daria, I’ve seen them already, there’s no point in covering yourself,” her mom said, and then continued. “Actually, if you cover any part of yours once more, I’ll personally make sure you remember not to cover them anymore.”

Daria lowered her arms, “Yes mom.”

“Allyson, go back to your place, and keep your mouth shut,” her mom said.

Alyson nodded and went back to the corner of the room, each step making her wince in pain. She felt all eyes on her again. Or better to say on her now pinkish breasts, red pussy and purple ass. All visible to everyone. How will she ever again act in front of any of them, she didn’t know.

“So, Daria, you thought piercing your nipples was a wise thing to do?” her mom asked her older daughter. “You thought it would be a good example for your children?” As she was saying this, she took a cane from the table. Daria was shaking, not daring to cover her breasts.

“No mom,” she all but whispered, “I talked with Adam and we decided that it’s… sexy, and that I should do it, as it… it adds some spice to our relationship.”

“Oh, does it really?” her mom said, and then continued, “And I thought Alyson was the one needing behavior correction.” She looked at her daughter’s nipples, then at her. “I see it excites you to be naked and show yourself like this, same as your sister.” She slightly tapped them with a cane. Daria’s nipples were like two arrows now. And in an instant she was blushing even more.

“No, no, mom, no, I’m not. It’s just an involuntary reaction,” she stuttered.

Yea, tell me about it, Alyson thought.

“Tom, please come here,” Daria’s mom called the police officer.

“Ma’am,” he said, raising and approaching.

Alyson noticed that he could barely look away from Daria’s tits. Seeing your high school crush like this must’ve been a dream come true.

“Please, will you hold Daria’s hands behind her back?” her mom asked him.

“MOM!” Daria screamed, clasping hands in front of her, but at that moment her mom reached out and took one of her nipples. Then she twisted it. Daria screamed, trying to get away, but couldn’t. Alyson smugly enjoyed remembering Daria doing the same to her what seemed a lifetime ago.

“LET ME GO! IT HURTS SO…” Daria screamed again.

*SLAP!*

All went silent as her mother slapped Daria’s cheek with the other hand. Daria’s head jerked the other way and she started crying. There was a red handprint appearing fast on her right cheek.

Now you listen to me, brat,” her mom spitted, twisting Daria’s nipple even more and causing Daria to scream again. “I’m done with both your sister’s and yours behaviors. I’ve made some serious omissions while raising you, but I’ll fix them now. So, either turn away now and leave, and don’t you dare contact me ever again. Or be punished like your sister and maybe you can still be a proper woman.” And with that she released Daria’s nipple.

Daria was gasping, trying to compose herself. Alyson knew Daria was accustomed to always get her way, which she mostly did so far, but to make such a fuss over so little pain. Her pain tolerance was apparently incredibly low, and Alyson was so happy about it. What will follow will be a show to remember.

Finally, Daria calmed herself and looked at her mom. “Mom, I’m really sorry I disappointed you. I will remove my piercings and will be a best daughter to you.”

Her mom smiled. “That’s a good girl. But you will still be punished.”

Daria’s eyes widened. “W…What? Why? I said I was sorry.”

Alyson couldn’t believe her sister was so delusional. She was really living under a glass all these years, doing whatever she liked without any consequences.

“I know dear, but you need to remember it as well,” her mom said and then nodded to Tom. “Take her hands please, and hold them tight.”

Tom seemed nervous. “I don’t if I should, ma’am..”

“Oh, don’t be such a wuss, son. And by wuss I don’t mean anything bad really,” Christine said raising hands as Tom turned to her. “Our Daria needs some firm hand, same as Alyson, to be a better version of herself. And you will help her with it, won’t you?”

“Yea, I guess… Ok, I guess if it’s for her own good,” Tom mumbled, approaching Daria.

“Daria, please put your hands behind you,” he said to her.

Without looking at him, she slowly moved the hands behind her back, where he took them. He could probably hold both her wrists in one hand, but he used two just to be sure. Daria’s face was now a mixture of fear and horror as her exposed breasts were unprotected and even a bit pushed towards her mom as Tom was holding her hands.

“Hold her tight,” Daria’s mother said to Tom, and he just nodded.

“Daria, I want you to remember this every time a stupid idea comes to your head about your body,” and with that she started to whip her breasts, right over the sensitive nipples.

Daria screamed. And cried. And wiggled. But to no avail. Her mother was mercilessly whipping her breasts, sometimes only one at the time, sometimes the cane hit both at the same time. Tiny red stripes appeared everywhere over her pale chest. At some point Daria’s screams turned to animalistic shrieks that Alyson didn’t know could come from her sister. And she was now struggling hard against Tom, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. He was much bigger than her and had an experience from his job. So he held her firmly while she was trying to avoid the rod, by moving left and right as much as she could, and then also even jumping a bit. She made quite a spectacle, with all the screaming and wailing she was sorry, for her mother to stop, babbling how it hurts. But her mom didn’t stop. Not until both her tits were crimson red while counterintuitively, her nipples were never bigger, pointing straight at her mother, as if asking for more.

Daria was a sobbing mess after her mother was done. When Tom released her hands, she just stood there, crying her eyes out. Alyson remembered her mother beating them both when they were small, but apparently Daria was never hit again since childhood. Alyson guessed she was crying mostly from the pain, but also from the humiliation, although it couldn’t possibly match everything she has gone through in last hour or so. And it was so good to finally see that smug smile erased from her face. She didn’t feel sorry for her sister, not even a little bit. Actually, she was sad she didn’t get the chance to whip her herself.

“Now, this is where you thank me for disciplining you,” her mother said to her older sister.

Ah, here comes the humiliating part, Alyson thought. She personally hated this part the most. And she guessed so did Daria, when she saw the anger in her sister’s eyes. But it was soon replaced with the defeat.

“Th… Thank you for d… disciplining me,” Daria was still sobbing, and somehow managed to say the words.

“And I expect you to remove those horrible things from your breasts,” her mother said.

“Yes mom,” Daria agreed.

“Now,” her mom said.

Daria sniffed and started to fiddle around her breasts, although each time she touched them she winced from pain. She first unscrewed one piercing, then the other and carefully removed them.

“Give them to me, and tell me what will happen if I ever see you again wearing those?” her mom asked while opening her fist in which Daria reluctantly put the piercings.

“I… I’ll get a whipping,” she whispered.

“Where?”

“On… On my breasts.”

Her mom was just looking at her,

“On my bare breasts,” Daria said, blushing again.

“That’s right. Now, go bac… What’s that?” her mom asked, looking at the floor beneath Daria’s feet.

Everyone in the room looked at the same time, including Alyson. There was a small puddle of water between Daria’s legs. No, not water, Alyson realized at the same time as her mother asked Daria with her lowest voice, which Alyson knew was the most threatening.

“Did you… Did you just pissed yourself on my floor?”

“What, no, what?” Daria made one step back, horror in her eyes, and then she looked down where a dark line went down her skinny jeans and where few droplets were fell from the end of her legging.

“DON’T MOVE, YOU DISGUSTING GIRL!” her mom shouted and then slapped Daria hard across the other cheek.

Daria screamed again, hand going to her other cheek, now redder than the first one, but somehow managed not to move. Alyson was in shock, as were all the others as it seemed. Daria really pissed herself. Daria began to cry.

“Take off the jeans,” her mom whispered.

“Mom, please, I…” Daria started but was interrupted.

“NOW, OR I’LL SLAP YOU AGAIN,” her mom shouted.

Daria was crying as she started unbuckling her jeans. She lowered them down, revealing her long, skinny legs. Alyson always considered herself more feminine of the two, but secretly envied Daria on her legs. She, however, didn’t envy her now, as there was a wet trace of urine visible down her left leg. She must’ve pissed herself from all the stress while being whipped, without even knowing. She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them on the floor, further away from her. She was all shaking again.

“Mom, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how this happened,” Daria said through tears as she looked at the big dark spot on her grey panties.

“Don’t blame yourself Daria, I should have known you were not ready for an adult life,” her mom said. “But have no worries, I’ll take care of you, and will teach Adam how to do that as well. Now, pull down your panties.”

Daria froze. It’s like she became aware of everyone watching her at that very moment. “I… I can’t, mom, please, I can’t. I’m so embarrassed,” she said, turning scarlet red in her cheeks.

“You don’t know the word shame with those pierced nipples,” her mom said and she took the cane again. “Do you want another spanking to motivate you,” she said and with that she quickly whipped Daria at her left thigh. Daria screamed, a thick red line instantly appearing on her white skin.

“No, no, no, please, I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Daria cried again and started pulling her panties down.

“It’s incredible how little pain brings them in line,” Julia mumbled.

“Indeed. Today’s generations are totally unaccustomed to it,” Christine agreed, nodding.

Daria casted a glance towards them but didn’t speak. She finished with lowering her panties, left them on the floor and then she straightened up and stepped out from them. Alyson could almost see Daria’s inner struggle to cover her pussy with her hands but she knew it was futile. And… Alyson stopped. There’s no way. Oh, there’s no fucking way… Oh you naughty, kinky girl, sis. Alyson was in shock, and so was her mother apparently.

Daria was cleanly shaved and had a nice slit between her legs, as her outer labia were bigger than the inner ones, as opposed to Alyson’s. But, she had a shiny piercing just on top of her slit.

“Daria, what is that thing?” her mom asked her quietly.

“A piercing mom,” Daria said. “But, I’ll remove it as well. I just can’t do it manually. Mom, Adam likes it, and we talked, and we didn’t think anyone will see it, and…” Daria was now talking faster, probably from being nervous as hell.

“Spread your legs Daria,” her mom said. “And shut up.” Daria reluctantly complied.

“More,” her mom said after a few seconds.

“Mom, pl…” Daria started,

“MORE,” her mom shouted and whipped her straight across the pussy.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH,” Daria screamed, struggling to keep her legs open, while few droplets of pee fell on the floor. Another thin red line appeared, this one diagonally across her slit, as Daria spread her legs even more.

“ALL of you, look at my older daughter and her shame,” Alyson’s mom said to all of them. She didn’t need to. Everyone was watching. Especially Tom.

“I have raised not one, but two sluts apparently. Both slaves to the basic needs.” And then she looked at Alyson.

“Turn around Alyson,” her mom said.

At this moment all heads turned towards Alyson.

Alyson did as asked and presented the whole room with her spanked ass. She didn’t dare even imagine how her ass looked. It hurt like hell every time she moved.

“Thank you for disciplining me mom,” Alyson said while watching the wall few inches from her. “And I’m sorry that you needed to spank my bottom this hard in order to start behaving like a proper girl. But I know it was for my own good.”

Fuck you all, nasty perverts, Alyson thought at the same time. Of course she didn’t mean a word of what she just said. But if she could pull Daria down the abyss with her, she would do it gladly. And it worked.

Her mother turned to her older daughter. “Daria, put your hands behind your head. If you break the position, I’ll get the belt next.”

And then she continued to talk. “I’m glad that at least one of you two had come to some sense.”

Alyson have never seen Daria so petrified. She did as was commanded and Alyson saw a few more droplets of pee rolling down her thigh. She was so afraid of being spanked that she lost all control of her bladder. But that won’t save her ass, especially not after Alyson’s speech.

Without hesitation, her mother started to whip Daria’s bottom, and not a second later, Daria started to scream, begging her mother to stop. Alyson was wondering whether she was looking so hysterical and made such grimaces when her ass was on a receiving end. Soon, Daria started to hop and bounce from leg to leg, trying to keep them apart as her mom was mercilessly whipping her. Her little tits, all red now, were making small bounces up and down which Alyson found funny as hell. At one point, when her mom probably hit the same spot twice in a row, Daria shrieked and her hand went to her bum to protect it. Her mom stopped immediately. A second later Daria realized her mistake.

“No, mom, I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” Daria said, and pulled her hands back behind her head.

“No, you didn’t think. But have no worries. Tom, can you please come and handcuff her?”

“Ma’am?” Tom asked, barely managing to move away his eyes from Daria’s pussy.

“I don’t want to go now and search for something to tie her hands down. I believe you do have handcuffs?”

“Y… Yes, of course, but I don’t know if I should…” Tom started to talk but was interrupted by Julia.

“Oh nonsense. Tom, you’re a police officer, and my dear friend is trying to bring an order into her house and daughters. Please help her.”

Daria was watching Tom with horror in her eyes, even forgetting for the moment that she was fully naked.

“Tom, please,” she whispered, shaking her head.

Tom got up from the couch he was sitting on and slowly approached Daria, trying not to stare at her. He uncuffed the cuffs from the belt and went behind her back.

“Alyson said this was for her own good, so I’m doing the same for yours,” he said. And in couple of fast movements he took Daria’s hands, clasped them behind her back, just above her lower back, and cuffed them with a *click*. Daria struggled a bit, but it was pointless, so she stopped after few seconds.

“Now, I see you are as excited as your sister when disciplined,” her mother said to Daria and pinched on of her red and fully erected nipples. “And as you were bouncing around, I think it’s fine if someone holds you for me.”

“No, mom, I’ll stay still, I’ll…” Daria protested, but stopped talking when her mother raised the cane.

“Tom, will you hold her for me, please?” Daria’s mother asked Tom.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but in the end went with it. “Yes, ma’am.” And with that he approached Daria and grabbed her by her shoulders. They were so close now, and Daria was not daring to look at him in the eyes.

“Oh, not there sweetheart,” Daria’s mother laughed,

Tom was confused, “Where then?”

“She’s telling you right now,” her mom said and pointed to her breast.

“You… You want me to hold her by her nipples?” Tom muttered.

“MOM!” Daria screamed, all the redness in her cheeks being replaced by paleness of true horror in her eyes.

“Aye, right there. She’s so shameless and seemed to be enjoying all this, so I don’t see why not,” her mom said.

“I don’t… I don’t know if I should…” Tom said, although Alyson saw that the bulge in his pants thought otherwise.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Christine laughed, and then added, “Daria surely isn’t.”

“Well, in that case,” Tom said and slowly reached up and took her by her nipples. Daria whimpered, although Alyson didn’t know whether from shame or pain.

“And hold her firmly,” Daria’s mom said, walking around to get behind Daria again.

Tom must have increased a pressure a bit as Daria whimpered again, a tear rolling down her cheek. And then the whipping continued. It was the weirdest thing Alyson witnessed in her life. Her naked sister, handcuffed was now producing hissing sounds as she tried not to scream, nor jump, but definitely wiggling her body, while a guy that had a crush on her in high school was holding her by her nipples. Daria was red faced again, probably fully aware of the situation she was in.

Finally, her mom finished the spanking with the hardest hit so far and Daria’s scream made them all wince. She even jumped, and then screamed again, probably as her nipples hurt. Daria was a mess now, even more than after her boobs were spanked. Her perfect hair was entangled, falling in her eyes. Alyson couldn’t see her bottom, but judging from all the tears and screams, it was as red as her boobs, if not more. Tom let her go and she just stood there, defeated, head down.

“Did you just pee even more on my floor?” her mom asked her, and then another hit landed on Daria’s naked ass. Daria screamed again.

“Mom, I don’t… I don’t know, I can’t control it, it’s from pain, please, mom, no more, I am…”

“I’ll show you what you are. A disgusting baby, and you’ll be treated as such,” her mother said and at that moment she took Daria by her left ear. She pulled her down hard and Daria instantly bent over, trying not to lose the balance with her hands being cuffed.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, mom, ouch, no,” Daria babbled as she was being led bent over and fully naked around the room. Alyson could now see her ass. She always had a small perky ass, and it was still petite, as Daria didn’t gain a pound after a birth. The world is so unfair, Alyson thought, thinking about how her own butt is much jigglier and had never been so firm as Daria’s. However, at this point, that perky ass had thin angry red lines all across it. Alyson was so sorry that she wasn’t the one delivering the hits.

“Mom? Grandma?” A voice from the door.

Everyone was so lost in the moment looking at Daria that nobody noticed a boy standing on the door, eyes wide. Alyson instantly recognized him even though she hadn’t seen him in months. Daria’s son, Peter.

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Excellent !

[Hooked6]

Very happy to see you continue this story. I love the characters in this story as they each have their own personalities and motivations and the action rides like a roller coaster in that there seems to be a surprising number of twists and turns that one never knows exactly what is going to happen next.

Is your website still active? Just curious.

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