18th Birthday Present
Since I was
a young girl, whenever my parents wanted to go for the evening out or travel by
themselves, they always took me to stay with my aunt Grace.
Let
me start by giving you some background. Aunty Grace is my mother's sister, actually
they are twin sisters. Uncle Robert, her husband and my father are cousins.
When they tell this relationship to other people many joke with them and tell
them that they kept everything within the family.
They have
two children; my cousin Ruth, who is 1 year older than I am, and Markus who is
5 years older than I am.
I always
thought that something was unusual in that family. Let me explain. Aunty Grace
insisted that we children all went to bed at 7.30 in the evening. That is not
an unusual time for preteen children, but I found it strange that they kept the
same system as we grew up became teenagers.
During my
stay with them, I always shared Ruth's bedroom with her. Markus had his own
bedroom. Ruth and I, being almost the same age, always went well together.
Markus always respected me and I sometimes thought that he was too protective
in my regard.
Aunty Grace
was always very strict with Markus, so much so, that he was petrified when she
called his name in an angry voice. It seems that even Uncle Robert feared aunty
Grace.
I was
always curious as to why aunty Grace locked us inside the bedrooms. Ruth used
to smile and tell me that one day I will know. I could not help hearing, each
time I was there, aunty Grace giving orders to Uncle Robert and sometimes Uncle
Robert's voice pleading forgiveness to her. The sounds that I used to hear and
still hear, I learned as I grew up that these were sounds of spanking. Aunty
Grace must be spanking Uncle Robert.
As I
mentioned, Aunty Grace was a strict person, especially with Markus. She still
maintained the old traditional punishment that must have been abolished in the
beginning of the 1900's. She spanked both Markus and Ruth in the presence of
the whole family. Markus had to put his trousers down, just enough to expose
his butt cheeks and in no time aunty Grace would turn that pink flash into a
blood red colour.
Ruth was made to lift up her skirt
and aunty Grace used to gather the panties to form a sort of tanga and expose
Ruth's butt cheeks before delivering her punishment.
She made no
exceptions and it was not the first time that I misbehaved and felt by butt
cheeks beaten and feeling red-hot after receiving the same treatment Ruth would
normally receive.
When Robert
reached his 18th birthday, I observed that aunty Grace stopped telling him to
go to bed at 7.30, but instead she used to instruct him to go and lock us girls
in our bedroom.
Then I was 13, and the curiosity
was eating me. Ruth used to tease me by just smiling and telling me that I will
learn what was going on one day. I insisted that she tell me and promised her
that I will not tell. After a lot of time teasing me she finally told me that
once her mother forgot to lock the door behind her and she sneaked out of the
bedroom and took a vantage position by the staircase where she could see what
was going on downstairs without being seen herself.
She related
to me what she saw and I thought that it was too bizarre to believe her. I
thought she was pulling my leg and did not ask her another question. She
continued that as now Robert was of age, probably her mother was training him
like she trained her father. This was too much for me to believe and I kept
silent.
When I
became aged 16 my parents thought that I was old enough to look after myself and
they did not take me to stay with aunty Grace as often as before.
When
I was 17 and Ruth became of age, she related to me her mother's birthday
present. Her mother introduced her to her naked father and her naked brother. I
just remarked that it was good for her and changed the subject and asked her
how she liked the present that my parents gave her. I thought that she was
continuing to pull my leg from the previous time that this subject came up.
When a seed
is sown in fertile ground it grows. That is what happened to me when Ruth
mentioned her mother's birthday present.
Week
after week and month after month the bizarre story that Ruth told me kept
running through my thoughts. What if it is true? I decided that if my aunty
Grace would ask me what I wanted for my 18th birthday I would ask her to give
me the same present she gave to Ruth.
***
Three weeks
ago was my 18th birthday. It happened to be during the midweek and I had to
work. The first one to phone me and wake me up to give me the best wishes was
my cousin Ruth. Then my parents came to my bedroom and they too wished me a
happy birthday. Mum told me that she planned a surprise birthday gift for me,
but it had to wait for the weekend. I noticed my father lower his head and
blush a little bit. I wondered why.
After
having breakfast and as I was about to leave for work, aunty Grace phoned and
she wished me a happy birthday. She asked me if there was something in
particular that I wished for my birthday. I thought of taking the opportunity
and told her that I did not know what Ruth got for her birthday but I know that
she loved it and I would like to have the same present, I asked her.
"That can be arranged" she
told me, "but it has to be in the weekend."
"So
this weekend I am going to receive two surprise presents as mum also told me
that she has something for me this weekend."
I heard
aunty Grace burst out with laughter. "Yes dear I guess it will be quite a
surprise for you" she told me.
So aunty Grace must know what mum's
present is already, I thought. I became more curious than ever. Surprise
presents are surprise as the word implies and I thought that I would spoil
their fun, and perhaps even mine, if I found out what the presents were.
I was
anxious waiting for the weekend to arrive. The seconds ticked away like hours,
the minutes like days, the hours like months and the days like years. Finally
Saturday morning arrived and I was up early. I went downstairs and prepared
breakfast for myself and for my parents. I called mum that their breakfast is
ready and asked her if she wanted me to take it up to her bedroom. She replied
that they will come down and have breakfast in the living room.
They hardly
finished off their last bite of toast that I asked her at what time she was
going to reveal to me the contents of her present. She smiled and told me that
we were all going to aunty Grace so I would get one big surprise. I observed
that dad did not lift his head, neither did he look at me nor passed any
comment. "Well" I said to myself "men are not as sentimental as
us women" and left it at that.
Mum told me
to be ready by 11.00 as at quarter past noon we all had to be at aunty Grace's
house for lunch. "And my surprise presents?" I asked.
"And your surprise presents too" she
replied.
Driving to my
aunt's house seemed like a journey to the moon. It seemed longer than usual
especially as none of us uttered one single word along the route.
When we
arrived and dad parked the car in the driveway, I saw Ruth coming out of the
house and she came to greet us. She said that she had a letter to post and
asked me if I could walk with her to the letterbox which was located in the
street parallel to theirs. I gladly accepted to accompany her so it will give
us some opportunity to catch up on gossip since we last met some months ago.
Again my curiosity started playing and I was tempted to ask her if she knew
about my presents but I knew that even if she knew she would not tell me.
We
returned about fifteen minutes later. When I was about to enter their house, Ruth
asked that she would blindfold me. "Ah! She is part of the
conspiracy" I said to myself. I smiled and turned around so that she could
tie the knot of my blindfold at the back of my head. She led me in and asked me
to keep still and quiet and that I should remove the blindfold when told to do
so.
"Hello my dear" aunty
Grace's said "how would you like to live like a little queen or
princess?"
I laughed.
My mind became more confused as to what the surprise presents might be.
"Well, I do not mind" I replied laughingly.
"Well, if you say you do not mind it"
mum's voice said from behind me, "then you shall start it from
I could not believe what I saw the
moment my eyes were open again and the blindfold removed completely. There in
front of me stark naked and down on their knees in a line were my uncle to the
left, my cousin Markus in the centre and dad to the right. They were all
wearing one item, a collar around their neck and a leash hanging from that
collar.
Aunty Grace, mum and Ruth each took
a leash in their hands and presented it to me.
"The
men are here to serve your every wish from this moment onwards, and now that
you are the last one to become of age, there is no further scope of keeping this
activity secret within the family. Now they shall remain naked always at home
to serve us females" explained aunty Grace.
"And
from tomorrow" mum intervened "it will be your father who will
prepare breakfast for you and come and serve it to you in bed – naked of
course" she whispered aloud laughing.
"These
are our presents to you" aunty Grace continued "they shall do as you
tell them; you can do what you want to them; but please do not kill or injure
them as they be useless. You can punish them if they do not obey you and you
must humiliate them as much as possible."
"So all
these years aunty, you were, how shall I put it, training them to serve us. I
noticed during my stays here that you commanded uncle Robert and I also
sometimes heard him plead with you. But when did you (turning to my mother)
mum, train dad."
"Well
dear, while you were staying with your aunty here, I was busy at home training
your father for this big day. You were a child and you would not have
appreciated it or understood. Now you are a woman and you appreciate it more
when you have a male at your complete disposal."
"Thank
you aunty. Thank you mum. I never expected such an unusual present." I
told them while I went and kissed them both. "Now what must I do with
these 3 naked men?"
"Well" said Ruth "give them the
baptism of fire."
"And what is that?" I
asked.
"We
instructed the males that they must not touch themselves for 3 days and I guess
that now they are loaded and all need some relief." Ruth explained.
"All you need to do is to call them one by one to stand next to you and
you jerk them off" she continued laughingly.
I noticed
that all the men bowed their heads to the ground and all were blushing and
avoided eye contact with me.
As I did not
know from where to start, Ruth called her brother to come near me. He was quite
excited and was already hard. I just loved the feel of the smooth skin of his
penis and enjoyed the feeling of his
manhood
throbbing in my hand with my every stroke of up and down its length. When he
shot his load he thanked me.
Both uncle
Robert and dad had a flaccid manhood. Mum instructed dad to approach me and
suggested to me to play a little with their balls to get him excited and hard.
When I felt he was hard I just repeated what I did to Markus. Uncle Robert
received the same treatment like dad and aunty Grace encouraged me even more
than mum did to humiliate her husband.
Dad's voice
was, sort of – broken, when he thanked me for what I did to him. I guess he was
too embarrassed having me, his daughter, handling his penis.
"So, aunty; mum, you told me
that I can do anything to them."
They both nodded their confirmation.
"There is one thing I always
dreamt doing to men." Saying this I told the males to kneel down on all
fours and spread their knees. I walked behind them and enjoyed watching how
their balls hanged and how vulnerable there were in that position. I surprised
everybody when in three quick steps I steeped behind each one of them and
kicked them in their balls. The poor souls fell to the ground all moaning and
holding their package in their hands.
"Oh!
How I longed to try that myself. I heard many girls say how painful it is when
boys are hit there and I wanted to experience it myself."
"Don't do it too often as you may damage
them." Mum advices me laughingly.
Life at home
changed completely for me. Even when I visited aunty Grace's house things
changed and I must say they changed for the better – my better.
At home I
introduced some changes. Whenever I touched dad's testicles they slip from
between my fingers unless I grab the whole lot in the palm of my hand. Also as
the room temperature is not too warm, the testicles just go up close to his
body and I could hardly find them. To solve this problem I went to a pet shop
and bought a small collar with a bell that people normally buy to tie around
kittens necks.
It was a good size collar to tie around dad scrotum
and lock his testicles in a small conspicuous package.
Another
introduction at home was a new method of saying thank you to dad. I tell him to
hold his penis up against his tummy, thus exposing his balls better to me and
then I slap his balls as a way of saying "thank you". I do not slap
them to hard as otherwise it would look like a punishment but hard enough to
inflict sweet pain to remind them who is in command.
There was
another positive note with this new situation: I am always on time at work as
dad comes every morning to weak me up and serve me breakfast in bed – naked of
course.
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