Cousins Don't Need Modesty

My first thought when my naked cousins offered to play “Truth or Dare” and made it clear that they were only interested in “dares” was to dare them to fuck my brains out. I had no experience with truth or dare games, and I didn’t want to scare them off if that was too far out.

They seemed up for anything, but I felt it might be best to start out “slow” and work my way up.

“Okay, Veronica!” I readily agreed. The fact that I was getting PAID to be here was blowing my mind. I had intended to be a fantastic babysitter, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of a naughty game. Their mother had warned me that the girls were pretty slutty – but I had no idea just HOW slutty.

“Oh, Goody gumdrops!” Veronica clapped her hands and bounced up and down slightly on the carpet. Her legs were folded across her ankles, as she called it. Her cute little tits bounced as she bobbled on the carpet with enthusiasm.

Betty seemed disappointed not to be chosen first, and Archie merely looked amused but somewhat bored.

“I dare you to suck my cock,” I decided. I wasn’t exactly subtle or starting all that slow, and from the reactions I got, I could see that it was a very unexpected and extreme dare. Archie’s face lit up with shock and surprise, Betty’s jaw dropped open in disbelief, and Veronica genuinely seemed flattered.

“You’d really let me bob on your knob? Even though we are cousins?” Veronica aggressively leaned up off the carpet and started to unzip my pants. This was really happening.

I hadn’t thought too much about the cousin angle. I barely knew these girls, and they didn’t feel like “family” to me. I wasn’t about to say no, as she took my hard dick out like it was a magical wand and admired it.

“No fair!” Betty pouted and frowned.

“Quit your whinging; you’ll get your turn,” Veronica slid my pants down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to get off the couch. The rule had only applied to them earlier.

I can assure you that I was 100% certain that I was going to be a diligent, helpful babysitter before my aunt left. That’s why I felt a bit guilty that within five minutes of my aunt leaving, I had my pants around my ankles, and her daughter was stroking and admiring my cock.

“I’d reckon this is at least seven inches,” Veronica purred, looking over her shoulder at her brother and sister while she lovingly stroked me. “It’s a bit bigger than your pecker-doodle, isn’t it, Archie?” she teased.

“I won’t get a turn, Veronica, because once you suck Mr. Dalton dry, it will be one shot and done, and then we’re breaking out Parcheesi and Battleship for the rest of the night’s games.”

“What do you mean?” Betty asked before realizing that when I shot my load, I’d probably be done with sexual thoughts. I hadn’t thought things out very well, and now I was regretting my decision not to ask for anal sex or something even more extreme. They were right; once I came, I probably would not want sex.

“I may not have a big cock, but I have a bigger brain than the two of you twat-flaps combined; I am just surprised Mr. Dalton didn’t ask you to ride his prick here on the couch and skip all the foreplay entirely.”

I was shocked Archie was so mature when it came to sex. He had struck me as being a bit naïve when his mom was home. He was entirely correct about my impulse.

“How about we start out slow with our babysitter and play a fun game of Would You Rather Lick My Bum?” Archie asked. I wasn’t sure if that was a serious game or not. I assumed from his dry wit that my cousin was joking. I could imagine a dare game where you had to pick between a dare or licking someone’s sweaty asshole.

“Oh, yes, would you like to play, Mr. Dalton?” Veronica stroked the pre-cum on my cock with her finger before tasting it like it was donut glaze. It may have actually been a real game that my cousins played after all. “I’ll get Mum’s dildo and we can use it for a spinner to see who does the dare,” she stood up and ran off toward her mother’s bedroom.

This sounded like it might be a fun game! I wasn’t going to eat anyone’s asshole. It sounded like a variation on the “Would you rather” party game, and I was down for that.

“The rules are simple, like my sister’s minds,” Archie quipped. “When it’s your turn, you have a choice, truth or dare; the dare can only last two minutes, and it can’t lead to orgasm. It has to be inside the domain of our house.”

Betty pouted as she gently stroked her pussy with her finger and closed her eyes. I liked what I was watching, and Betty didn’t seem to care whether I or her brother watched her slowly touch herself.

“As babysitter, are you not going to do anything about Betty flicking her bean?” Archie asked incredulously. Betty’s eyes flashed open, and she shot angry ice daggers with her expression at her little brother, who was seated on the couch next to me. She removed her hands immediately.

I didn’t want Betty to stop touching herself; it was quite a show. I hadn’t put my dick away either. My pants were still around my ankles. “If you let the girls play with their bits anytime they like, then what’s the point of giving them two minutes to shine their lollipops during a dare?” Archie asked me.

I realized he was trying to tell me to stop them from touching themselves outside of the game. “Get over my knee right now, Betty,” my voice was shaking.

“With your pud completely pulled out?” Betty stood up; her brows still knitted in anger at her little brother.

I pulled my pants and underwear back up, tucked my erect cock into my pants, and pointed to my lap. Betty seemed amused, not afraid or terrified at all. “Sit down on your lap or across your knee?” she asked playfully – it seemed she’d do either.

“Across my knee,” I tried to sound stern. I don’t think Archie or Betty bought it. Meanwhile, Veronica had been gone a pretty long time.

Betty slid across my knee like a slithering snake, rubbing her pretty little tits and erect nipples against my pants as she slid her head down toward the carpet and presented her bare ass to me. She had absolutely no modesty or concern about how exposed she was in this position. I could fully see her pink asshole and her pretty little slit close-up.

Archie could as well because he was sitting on my left side and facing his sister’s ass. “Get on with it then,” she wiggled her butt impatiently. “Or are you two pervs just going to stare at what I ate for lunch all day?”

The brazen way my cousin challenged me to look straight into the filthiest holes in her body sent shivers through my body. My cock twinged involuntarily. I had always assumed girls would react by freaking out if you could see the most intimate part of their bodies. That’s how it worked when guys peeped on them in movies like Porky’s and Revenge of the Nerds.

Betty didn’t struggle, fight, or try to cover her bottom with her hand. She called me out for staring, but I had a feeling that she would have remained in that position for as long as it took for me to have a good look. “Go ahead and spank me, Mr. Dalton. I know I was a naughty girl. I shouldn’t have been trying to run my finger down my quim without permission,” she pouted an apology in such a smooth manner that I thought she may have practiced it ahead of time.

I spanked her butt the way my aunt had taught me – applying a nice firm swat and twisting my wrist when I connected with her warm, tight little butt.

“Christ, is that all you’ve got? Archie could spank harder than that,” she giggled playfully. Archie frowned. I wondered if he HAD spanked his sisters before. I didn’t expect that response at all.

“Stop teasing Mr. Dalton, or I’ll go fetch the wooden paddle from Mum’s room, the one with the spikey bumps on it,” Archie threatened.

“Oh quite, I am sorry, Mr. Dalton, please continue,” Betty giggled playfully. This time, I spanked her a bit harder. I wasn’t trying to hurt the girl. Her butt jiggled slightly as I brought the flat of my palm down.

“Shall I count that one, or are these warm-ups, Sir?” My cousin asked sweetly, clearly amused by my lack of follow-through and precision. Betty had been spanked before, and she wasn’t the least bit modest about letting me touch her ass or look at her backdoor while she wiggled her butt. Betty’s ass cheeks reminded me of twin molds of chilled peach Jell-O side by side with a juicy pink life-saver in between them.

“Right,” Archie started to get up and said he was going to fetch the “Bum paddle” from his mum’s room.

“I can’t help it, Archie. If Mr. Dalton is going to tickle me bum, I can’t take this seriously. I can feel his knob banging into my ribs each time he gives me a swat, so a good spank can be a bit of a thrill, but I’ve been spanked by my Nan harder than this.”

I took that as a personal challenge and this time I held nothing back. I gave her more of a slap across the ass than anything resembling a spank. I felt it this time on my own hand. My palm stung from tiny pinpoints of electric pain after I connected.

“Ooh, turned up the heat a notch, did you? That’s unexpected,” she wiggled and counted it as one. Archie grinned and sat back down. I gave her another as hard as I could. This time she didn’t critique – instead, when I slapped her ass hard, she wiggled a bit and counted out two.

I was reluctant to do seven more by the time I gave her another because my hand was getting worn out on Betty’s pert little red ass. I felt the need to rub it softly, even though I was supposed to be spanking her.

“Is your hand hurting, Sir?” she asked in a knowing and polite manner. It was apparent she had been spanked before. “You are giving me a proper throbbing now, but I’d imagine your hand is stinging after punishing me?”

Betty’s pouty face was very kissable. I felt like she was trying to seduce me – or at the very least manipulate me into going much softer on her. I didn’t want to be a hard-ass on my cousins the first time I babysat them. I wanted to get invited back.

“Yes,” I admitted that it stung, and I shook it. I was certain that her butt was throbbing worse than my hand was. However, the breezy way that Betty asked confirmed what my Aunt had told me about not feeling sorry about having to spank the girls. The sting was part of the punishment, and it was obvious they got spanked quite a bit – perhaps, with good reason.

“If you’ll allow me to show you where mum has the wooden paddles, I’ll help you select one that is not quite as painful as the bumpy one my brother recommends you use on our arses. I’d imagine you’ll need it before the night is through.”

I was thankful for the offer. I was supposed to be the one punishing my cousin, but my hand stung. She rubbed her butt as she slid off of me and stood up. Archie said that his sister Veronica was overdue to return with the “spinner” anyway, so he joined us.

Betty skipped off with a playful “follow me,” her tits and ponytail bouncing as she eagerly took me to her mother’s bedroom. She swung the door open, took one look inside, and her whole face changed.

She stood back in shock, inhaling her surprise as her eyes went wide. Betty’s face dramatically changed, as if she was watching the most disgusting, wicked act she’d ever seen in her life.

My pulse quickened, as I raced to see what Betty witnessed inside her mother’s room. She was hardly an innocent, but judging from the look on her face – it must have been something scandalous.

“Betty!” I heard her sister cry out aghast from inside her mother’s bedroom. Veronica’s tone wasn’t that of someone who had been caught. It was more like she was accusing Betty of spying on her or getting her in trouble. It turns out it was the latter. Betty had intentionally led me here to her mother’s bedroom so that I’d find Veronica splayed out on the bed, with a purple dildo in her pussy, playing with herself.

“You daft little slag, you couldn’t let me have a bit of fun, could you?” Veronica looked up accusingly at her twin. She didn’t bother removing the purple dildo from her pussy. She stopped jamming it in and out of her pussy and laid flat on her back, realizing she had been caught. “Sorry, Mister Dalton, I couldn’t resist.”

I had the distinct impression that I had been led here by Betty, with the intention of finding her sister in the middle of pleasuring herself. However, I didn’t say anything about it at the time.

“I should have warned you that if you send my sister into our mum’s room alone and unsupervised, she’d be like a posh little git let loose in Hamleys with Mummy’s platinum card to play with all the toys she wants,” Archie said. “Now, you see why they need a babysitter.”

“You need one as well, Archie,” Veronica frowned angrily as she withdrew the dildo and sat up. “I was just warming it up for our game, Mr. Dalton,” she smiled at me sweetly.

“He’s not buying the sweet and dumb act, Veronica,” Betty warned her sister that she could just knock it off.

“I don’t think the dumb part is an act,” Archie snickered – half joking.

“We’ve just come to select a proper paddle for this evening, and it seems you are going to need the jumbo bumpy one over the dresser,” Veronica smirked like the cat that just ate the canary, nodding towards the assortment of wooden paddles mounted on the wall.

Betty’s butt was still a little pink, but the rosy color was already fading. I was going to have to spank both of them! I still owed Betty a few more swats from the living room, but Veronica had done so much more. My mind was already calculating what might be reasonable. I had been told “ten swats” several times by my Aunt, but the severity of what Veronica had done was far greater.

I felt like I was playing this all by ear, and I hoped I had some leeway when it came to meting out justice. It seemed like common sense to me that the punishment should fit the crime. If I went too far and didn’t get asked to return after this, it was a chance I was willing to take.

There were six paddles mounted neatly over the vanity; each one polished to a shine like prized trophies. One was thick and broad, its edges smoothed from years of use, with “Girls learn when bums burn” scorched into the grain in curling script. Another had “Sheridan” lovingly carved along the handle, the wood worn soft where fingers had gripped it tight. That was MY mom’s name! I wondered what the story was behind that one.

A slimmer paddle, peppered with holes for extra sting, hung beside a well-worn leather strap, its edges frayed just enough to show it had seen its fair share of action. Every piece was hung with care but clearly meant to be taken down and used as needed. There were also several sex toys (mostly dildos) and a few I didn’t recognize that were on the dresser. A note written in exquisite handwriting was posted above the toys “Keep your dripping quims OFF of MY TOYS! – Mum”.

I was mystified by the number of paddles and sex toys that were on display in my aunt’s bedroom. She told me that I could come in here and sleep after the girls were in bed. My Aunt Alice had to know that I would have seen her toys, and she hadn’t taken any special precautions to put them away.

My Aunt’s bedroom smelled English—a faint mix of lavender sachets, old wood, and something like stale tea leaves clinging to the air. Everything in the room screamed comfort, but not in some flashy, over-the-top way. The bedspread was floral, delicate without being fussy, the kind of fabric that’d been around longer than I had, probably shipped over from some little village shop in the countryside. The furniture had that heavy, dark oak look, solid and reliable, with edges worn smooth from years of use.

There were the mirrors—on the walls, catching light in odd places, and one bold as brass mounted right above the bed. It didn’t fit with the rest of the cozy, proper vibe. The whole setup had this cheeky, naughty edge to it, like the room couldn’t quite decide if it was meant for afternoon tea or if it was intended as a setup for a late-night Cinemax movie like “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”.

Veronica hopped off the bed, tits bouncing, not a hint of regret anywhere on her face. She shot me a look—bold, unrepentant—like she’d do it all over again just to get off for a few minutes. I jerked off about 17 times a day any time I could, so I could relate to the desire to get off. I just assumed girls didn’t share that same desire with guys, or everyone would be fucking all the time.

Veronica sauntered over to me, still stark naked, the purple dildo swinging lazily in her hand like it was no big deal she’d just been caught going to town on herself. She had that look in her eye, like daring me to say something, to call her out, but I wasn’t sure who was really in control here. Me, the so-called babysitter with my dick barely stuffed back in my pants, or her, with that wicked grin and no shame whatsoever.

I got the distinct impression that not only was I being tested, but I had been found a bit lacking in the discipline department. I was an easy mark to these girls, and they seemed to think that I’d do whatever they wanted for a promise of a possible blowjob. All of the things my Aunt Alice told me about the girls being trouble started to flood back to me. It occurred to me that I was here to watch THEM more than I was their brother Archie.

Betty stood to the side, arms crossed over her chest, but it wasn’t to cover up—it was more like she was sizing up how to top her sister’s stunt. Her actions in the living room, softly fingering her pussy paled in comparison to what Veronica had done.

Archie, meanwhile, looked downright smug, like he was watching some reality show unfold and he knew all the spoilers. “Well, go on then, Mr. Dalton,” he nudged, glancing at the wall of paddles like it was a bloody menu. “Pick your poison. Looks like these slags need a bit of discipline.”

The word discipline rolled around in my head, but it didn’t sound like punishment the way Archie said it. It sounded like a challenge. I turned to the paddles, my eyes landing on the one with Sheridan carved into the handle. My mom’s name. I felt a weird jolt in my stomach, but I shook it off. Maybe it was just some odd coincidence ... or maybe not. Either way, the girls were watching me, waiting.

I had originally not wanted to be a hard-ass on my cousins and be too strict. I felt like the girls had been testing me, and hoping I’d feel that way. I started to feel like I had not only been manipulated but that the girls had no respect for me as a babysitter.

As much as I wanted them to like me, I realized now that I had to either take control or they would walk all over me all night.

I stared at the paddles, my eyes landing on the one with Sheridan carved into the handle. My stomach twisted. That wasn’t some random name—it was my mom’s. The wood around the letters was worn smooth, like it’d been gripped tight more times than I could count. I knew right then this wasn’t some weird coincidence. This paddle had seen action, and not just here. It had followed my aunt from England, carrying whatever stories they weren’t telling me.

My first instinct was to leave it alone, pretend I hadn’t seen it. But something about it pulled at me. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the idea of holding the same paddle my mom probably felt across her own ass when she was my cousin’s age. I didn’t know what that said about me, and I didn’t care. I reached for it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Solid, heavy—meant for more than just show.

“Good choice, the Sheridan,” Archie complimented my taste. It was slim and balanced. It felt like it was ancient, and the leather around the handle had been gripped so tightly that part of it was worn.

“That should put a proper sting on their dirty bums, Mr. Dalton,” he said.

The girls didn’t argue, they didn’t bargain, they didn’t negotiate. The only thing that Betty said was that the last three that I gave her in the living room should count. She undid her ponytail and leaned forward, grabbing her ankles. Veronica stood next to her sister, offering up her cute butt in the same manner.

They weren’t eager, but they also weren’t afraid. They closed their eyes in anticipation. Veronica’s pussy was still dripping, a little syrupy after she had fucked herself with her mother’s dildo.

“Is ten the proper amount for using your mum’s sex toy?” I asked. I didn’t apologize for accidentally saying mum. It just seemed natural, even though I didn’t usually speak with a British accent. The others seemed so cheeky and natural when the spoke, that I was just picking it up through osmosis.

Veronica peeked over her shoulder, a sly grin curling at the corner of her mouth. “Oh, ten sounds proper enough, Mr. Dalton,” she purred, her voice sweet but laced with mischief. “But only if you’re sure you can handle giving me all ten without wearing yourself out first.”

She seemed to want a paddling. I had never been spanked, but I assumed it would hurt and couldn’t quite process why she seemed so accommodating.

Archie snorted from the side, kicking his feet up like he was settling in for a show. “Yeah, right,” he muttered. “The previous sitters never used mum’s paddles when a quick bare-ass spanking was all that was needed to keep the two of these daft cows in line. My sisters have never gone straight off to Mum’s bedroom to hump her toys, either.”

He glanced over at me, a smug little smile creeping across his face. “I doubt ten’s nearly enough, Mr. Dalton.”

His sisters shot him an angry glare from the corner of her eye but continued sticking their rumps out

like perfect little targets—two identical firm peaches with their tiny pink assholes winking back at me. My Aunt Alice had made it sound like the girls got punished all the time, and since they assumed this position so routinely, I made the assumption my cousins had to bend over like this when my aunt punished the girls – it made perfect sense. In that position, they were vulnerable and exposed, and I could take my time.

I wondered if Archie ever got spanked as well. I suspected the answer was no. It definitely seemed like there were two standards for girls and guys in this house – and I liked that the idea that the girls weren’t afforded any modesty.

It was like my Aunt felt that since they were “just girls” it didn’t matter if I saw their cute little butt-cracks and slits, and I leaned into that notion. I allowed the paddle to rest against Veronica’s ass and then did the same to Betty. I wanted them to feel the grain of the wood and anticipate the swat. I didn’t want to seem too hasty to deliver pain. I wanted them to think about it – and let those thoughts do some of the work of punishing them.

I was also working on the nerve to actually do it. It was one thing to fantasize about spanking these girls, it was another to actually do it. My cousin’s bodies and especially their asses were identical in shape and size, and I loved how their pussies glistened from behind. “Are you two turned on by this; do you enjoy it?”

I needed to know—was this actually fun for them? Punishment wasn’t supposed to feel that way, but the looks on their faces told a different story. They weren’t apologetic, not even close. They didn’t look bored or indifferent either, but there wasn’t any fear in their eyes. No hesitation, no nerves. Just this calm, steady defiance, like they were daring me to figure it out. They sucked their lips, looked at each other, occasionally a quick smirk, and then their eyes darting forward.

It was like they were trying to get one over on me – but how? I was in control.

Veronica flicked her eyes over to Betty, then back at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Does it matter if we are?” she shot back, her voice low, but there was a flicker of something—nerves maybe, or excitement—just beneath the surface.

“These two little turd makers are squeezing out quim juice like it’s lemonade, I am sure they love it,” Their brother observed crassly.

They both blushed and looked down at the carpet without snapping back snarkily. “We can’t help getting aroused in this position, Archie, and you know it.”

“You worked pretty hard to put yourselves in this position, and I know that as well,” Archie teased with a sardonic grin. The girls’ faces turned red.

I was puzzled by their reactions. The two of them were assertively extroverted when they first stripped down in front of me. If I were in their place, I would have been embarrassed. Their mom and little brother teased them for being naughty girls, and they acknowledged it and even smiled about it. I would have been mortified to be teased for being a horny mischievous little boy while I was the only one nude in front of my parents and siblings.

Yet, it seemed to be a position that these girls accepted readily. They weren’t trying to pretend they weren’t dirty little sluts and liars. They really WERE dirty little sluts and liars.

I got the distinct impression that both girls tried to get in trouble, and Betty in particular trying to get her sister into more trouble than she was. I also got the distinct impression that both of them WANTED to be spanked, something I would find painful and humiliating.

Yet now it seemed that my cousins were both red-faced, while their nipples stiffened and they showed signs of arousal, from something they clearly must enjoy, because they had to admit that it turned them on.

I was trying to reconcile how they could be so brazen and eager and then be clearly turned on while also being embarrassed. I imagined myself in the same position, with my ass presented to my own mom. The shoe is on the other foot. I am not the babysitter. I am the one who was caught in some compromising position. My mom is holding the Sheridan paddle because it belongs to her. She is about to paddle me, but she’s making me wait until she decides how many I deserve for something naughty I’ve done.

The anticipation would kill me – I’d be thinking about what the spanking is going to feel like and experiencing it in my head. I’d want her to just get on with it and get it over with, but she makes me wait while she decides what I deserve.

Then I get a hard-on while I am waiting, and she calls me a nasty little “git,” which I assume is a dirty little boy. The picture starts to become clear to me of what must be going on in my cousins’ heads. The part I still didn’t fully understand is why they intentionally put themselves in this predicament. I decided not to dwell on it.

I rubbed the paddle on their thighs, warming up. I felt the slight tremble in their legs as they held their positions.

“Archie, have you ever paddled your sisters?” I asked, letting the question hang in the room while I gripped the paddle.

Archie shook his head, calm and matter-of-fact. “No. Mum’s never asked me to,” he said, his voice even, like it wasn’t something he’d given much thought to before now. “I enjoy watching them get a licking though; doesn’t have to be me that’s giving it to them. More times than not, they definitely deserve it.”

Veronica didn’t say anything, but her jaw tightened slightly. Betty shifted her weight from one foot to the other, eyes still fixed on the floor. They both stayed quiet, their bodies tense but not resisting, like they were used to being talked about more than talked to in moments like this.

“So, what is fair then?” I asked, more to the room than anyone in particular.

Betty’s face was flushed, and the longer she waited, the more it turned red. “Seven more for me, that’s fair. I mean, You said the first three counted, and I agreed. I only ran my fingers along the edge of my bean a bit in the living room, didn’t I?” She tried to sound casual, but there was a tightness in her voice.

“And Veronica?” I asked, glancing at her backside. I wanted to reach down and finger her cute little pussy. A long strand of her pussy juice was making its way down her thigh from her pussy. She reached behind herself to snap it off, but I stopped her with the paddle.

She didn’t resist or keep trying to snap off the thread of pussy juice. I didn’t know pussies could secrete something that looked like a wad of spit. I’d only ever seen porn magazines, and even in the raunchy stuff like Penthouse, I’d never seen a wet pussy like hers.

Veronica sucked in a breath, composing herself, despite her humiliating creamy thighs and exposed position, “I reckon ... fifteen swats on the bum if you are using that paddle?” she offered like it was some kind of negotiation and she was bartering. The expression on her face suggested she’d gladly exchange 15 swats with a wooden paddle for a chance to diddle herself on the floor -and not that she was sorry for what she did at all.

She might have been sorry for being caught, but I also thought Betty had a hand in it. Veronica planned revenge later by trying the same type of shenanigan. I thought my Aunt Alice was exaggerating when she told me that these girls were a handful of mayhem.

Archie barked a laugh. “Fifteen? Don’t be daft. You were knobbing Mum’s dildo like it was your last meal. Twenty at least.”

The girls didn’t refute it. It seemed like Archie calling them out made them uncomfortable. I got the impression he was usually silent when they got up to trouble, but for whatever reason, he decided to call them out today.

“Did you touch yourself to see if I would punish you?” I asked Betty. She was puzzled why I’d ask such a question. She looked over her shoulder at me as if she smelled a fart and wondered if I had cut the cheese.

“Why would it matter? I misbehaved, and I accept my punishment.”

“It matters because the point of a punishment is to serve as a consequence, so you don’t keep doing it. It seems like you horny gits misbehave a lot,” I felt perfectly natural calling them horny gits.

Betty shot me a look but kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t about to dig herself in deeper. I got the impression that my cousins were going to test the limits of what they could get away with, but if I remained firm they’d respect the line I drew.

“What do you think then, Archie? Twenty swats for Betty as well, so she isn’t as tempted to try again?”

I was just trying to see how far this should go. I had asked about limits to dares earlier and the girls had said they had none. Archie was thrilled with the choice.

“That’s hardly fair, Veronica was in here riding Mum’s toys like she owned them. If I’d have known that we’d get the same punishment, I’d have gone with her to help her find it.”

“You knew that your sister was coming in her Mum’s room to play with herself, and you were keeping me busy in the living room so she could have some fun?” I asked like Perry Mason grilling a witness. All the while, my cousin’s pussy was dripping down her thigh as she bent over facing away from me.

“Not exactly,” Betty replied coyly.

“The sneaky little troll was winding you up, probably got herself a quick spanking, and then suggested you use a paddle on her arse to make it sting more. She waited until she knew I would be in the thick of getting off and then led you here before I could finish,” Veronica said accusingly, as if there was no doubt.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

Veronica’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “It’s what I would’ve done, now that I think about it,” she said, flashing her sister a look of reluctant admiration. The two of them were clearly thick as thieves, but it was obvious they didn’t mind throwing each other under the bus when it suited them. Rivals, allies, and troublemakers—wrapped up in one.

I glanced at Archie, feeling the weight of the paddle in my hand. “What do you think? Twenty for Betty, and double for Veronica?”

Veronica’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? You want my arse to split a second bum crack?” she barked, but the heat rising in her cheeks told me the bravado was slipping.

“You said that any dare would be fine, and now suddenly, forty swats on this stinky arse makes you sweat?” I asked. As an American, I sounded stupid saying “arse”; it didn’t roll off my tongue the way sneaky little git had. It sounded more like I was saying “horse.”

“A dare, yes! That’s for fun. It wouldn’t be to paddle me with your mum’s own paddle!”

“You didn’t have any limits on what kind of dare I could give,” I reminded her grimly, as I rubbed the paddle across her ass, and ran it slowly up her back – giving her goosebumps in the process. I hadn’t intended to do that but when I saw my cousin quiver and involuntary goosebumps emerging on her back, I knew I was on to something.

She clenched her jaw and looked straight ahead, trying to act like it didn’t bother her.

Archie shrugged like it was no big deal. “I mean, it’s not like they’ll learn if you go easy on them,” he said, his eyes flicking to his sisters, who were now glaring daggers at him.

“You would have hatched the same scheme as your sister to distract me so that you could get her in trouble, AND you were in here fucking yourself on your mum’s toys. She clearly didn’t want that. What does this say?”

“You know my arm is a bit tired,” I said. I heard the girls both release air as if sighing with relief.

“I think I could use a partner, Archie. Why don’t you and I take turns?”

“No, not Archie! You are the babysitter! He’s our little brother,” the girls both protested immediately. I knew that I had hit upon something.

“This is a punishment to make you regret what you’ve done, not a thrilling reward for some clever game you are playing to see who can get the other in trouble,” I quieted them. “Your mum told me to twist my wrist when I swing my hand to add some torque, let’s see how it works when I do it with the paddle.”

I swung the paddle a bit like a baseball bat against Veronica’s cute, lily-white British ass, and it made a satisfying CA-THWACK sound.

“CAW, BLIMEY! I felt my teeth rattle on that one,” Veronica’s mouth popped open wide as her body lurched forward, causing her to almost fall over. “That REALLY HURT, Mister Dalton!!” she reached behind her to rub her ass.

“Isn’t that how a paddling is supposed to feel?” I asked calmly. I didn’t spank with malice to hurt the girls, but her mom said to make it sting. As far as I was concerned, that’s just what I did. “No touching your bum; that is what got you bent over like this in the first place,” I scraped Veronica’s fingers from her butt cheeks with the edge of the panel.

Veronica’s ass was already turning orangish-red. She’d remember that one for a while.

I handed the paddle over to Archie and told him to try it next.

“I’ll have a go, thank you very much, Mister Dalton,” Archie hefted the paddle. “It’s a bit like a cricket bat, innit?” he asked rhetorically. I had no idea what he was talking about. I assumed he meant he would use it to smash insects.

“Our little brother isn’t allowed to spank us, Mr. Dalton!”

“Your mom can’t keep hiring babysitters, and what if she wants to go out on a Tuesday night?” I countered. I didn’t want to talk myself out of a job, but the look on the girls’ faces was priceless. It was like I had just driven them to DisneyLand, but instead, I took them to a burned down vacant lot and told them that it was burnt down.

That’s not exactly right; it was somewhere between aghast and indignation, and their little brother was able to do more than just watch them get spanked. He could actually deliver their punishment. Archie seemed pleased that they were not happy about it.

Archie swung the paddles a few times in the air. “I must say, Sheridan is a fine paddle.

“I’ve only met my Aunt Sheridan a few times. Is she strict on your sister like she’s strict on mine?” he asked.

I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share. Mom didn’t enforce any of the modesty rules like Aunt Alice did. My sister didn’t run around the house. Janis wore whatever she wanted, and the idea of anyone spanking my big sister was laughable. I wondered what they would think if they knew I was spanking my cousins tonight.

I wondered if my mom would tell me why the paddle bore her name – was it because it was used on her ass so often, they finally printed it on the back as her personal paddle? Many of the paddles had inscriptions. One of them said “Lesson Plan” and another had “Bums Up” carved deep into the wood, and on the opposite side it said, “Tits Up”. I wondered if that meant that it was used to spank girls on the boobs.

A third paddle with a thinner handle had bristles on the end like it could be used to scrub someone’s body, had “For Loose Lips and Lifted Skirts” scorched along the edge.

“Well, get on with it then. Don’t make us stay like this all night,” Veronica gritted her teeth. “I don’t think it’s fair that you are allowing Archie to have a go at us, though.”

“You told me earlier that because you don’t have to have modesty, you can run around naked like two little perverts, playing with yourselves, and having fun while boys have to display proper decorum and modesty,” I said I circled her body.

“We didn’t even get to play with ourselves, and even Mum wouldn’t spank us forty times in a row without a break!”

“You’re right, Veronica. That isn’t fair,” I said, lifting her sweet little chin so she had to meet my eyes. Which is why we’ll take short breaks between spanking your cute little asses so we can continue,” I lifted Veronica’s sweet little chin so that she had to look at me while I spoke to her. I was inspired by her mother’s manner of looking them in the eye when she spoke to them earlier.

She frowned but didn’t resist or stand up. My cousin could have refused to participate in the spanking. I was puzzled by that. In her situation, I would have simply stood up and walked away. It’s not like I could tie her up and force the two of them to remain as they were. Instead, they both remained bent over, asses up and ready to be spanked – fully exposed, their legs apart.

When Mum asks if we liked our babysitter, I’m going to tell her not at all,” Veronica muttered, her frown deepening.

“Same,” Betty grumbled, staring down at the carpet.

Archie let out a snort, swinging the paddle lightly in his hand. Right proper liars, the both of you, I imagined him thinking, the smirk on his face giving it away before he even opened his mouth.

“I think you’re a right proper pair of daft slags,” Archie said with a grin, and before either of them could snap back, he brought the paddle down hard on Veronica’s ass with a loud CRACK.

“Fair? We could be watching Star Search right now instead of your mother’s room, smelling your wet pussies,” I said. I had never smelled a wet pussy, until tonight. Now that I had I didn’t enjoy the strong musky odor emanating between their legs as they dripped on their mom’s carpet.

My cousin snorted, swinging the paddle lazily in his hand. “I think you’re both full of shite,” he grinned. “And I reckon Mr. Dalton’s a right proper bloke for putting up with you.” Before either of them could snap back, he raised the paddle high, like he was lining up for some fancy shot. He brought it down in a smooth arc, and just before it connected, he twisted his wrists, turning the paddle sideways. It landed flat across the fattest part of Veronica’s ass, both cheeks catching the full sting of it with a loud CRACK that echoed off the walls.

Veronica yelped, jerking forward. “Bloody hell, Archie! Are you playing cricket on my backside? Was that a fucking straight drive?” She shot him a glare over her shoulder, rubbing her ass like she’d just been bowled over, but the corner of her mouth twitched like she almost found it funny.

“Oi, aren’t you supposed to keep a proper count? I believe we’ve got to start over,” Archie reminded his big sister, his grin widening as he pointed out the rule.

Veronica’s face flushed redder than her ass, and before she could get a word out, Betty jumped in. “Anytime I forget, you’re the first one to run off to Mum and tell her I can’t count!” she snapped, glaring at her brother.

Veronica shot Betty a sideways look, her jaw tightening. “Oh, piss off, Betty. It’s only been two, and I’ve got forty to do! I’m not used to Archie treating my bum like the wickets and going for bloody sixes!”

I still had no idea what cricket was at this point, but wickets sounded naughty. I actually thought Veronica meant that he was trying to hit her in that sensitive part of the skin between the asshole and the pussy.

“Rules are rules,” I decided. I hadn’t been told that the girls had to count swats during spankings, but I decided to just lean into it. It must be true since they were discussing it like it was.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, have a heart, Mr. Dalton; I will count them from now on, promise on the last biscuit in the tin!”

“Actually, since you have trouble counting and you’ve got so many swats coming to you for your mischief, Archie and I will keep track of them for you. After all, you are only a girl, and counting is probably hard for you,” I decided to lean into the whole guys are better than girls thing.

My sister would have probably skinned me alive if she heard me say that girls weren’t capable of doing the same things men were, but it seemed fun to tease Veronica. “I will even count the first two, so you only have thirty-eight swats remaining!”

Archie groaned over my betrayal.

My raven-haired cousin’s eyes flicked down, then back up with that slow, practiced ease, like she’d perfected the art of looking helpless. She batted her pretty blue eyes at me, and for a moment, I almost felt guilty. Veronica pouted, her lips pressing together like a spoiled brat who was getting her way after throwing a tantrum. “Oh, really? That’d be ever so merciful of you, Mr. Dalton,” she cooed, her voice dripping with gratitude. She stole a quick sidelong glance at Betty. Her expression suggested I was a soft touch before she turned her gaze back to me, all wide-eyed and innocent.

“Yes, you were using this,” I picked up her mom’s purple dildo. I didn’t expect it to be so fucking sticky. It was covered in goo. The girls giggled when they saw me make a face.

“It’s one of my mom’s best lovers; I called him Aethelbert,” Veronica mused, completely unrepentant.

“Your mom put me in charge and told you to do whatever I said, do you remember?” I asked as I approached her from behind.

“Anything?” Veronica teased, wiggled her bum in anticipation, and waved her drippy pussy back and forth like a prize for me to take. “Yes, I remember.”

“I was put in charge, and your mom wrote this note,” I made her read the note her mother placed on her desk again for me. I wanted her to say it out loud, to make it real.

“Keep your dripping quims OFF of MY TOYS! – Mum,” Veronica frowned as she read the note. She realized I wasn’t going to be such a softy, and that she had been busted doing something her mother had expressly forbidden. This was not going to be a good day for my cousin.

My cousin tried to flash me her baby blue eyes and a pouty look to avoid repercussions for her actions, but I stuck to my guns and folded my arms indignantly. I had never been in a situation like this before, but I was confident that I shouldn’t be wishy-washy and let her manipulate her way out of any mischief.

“This is exactly the kind of crap that your mom warned me you would pull, and you did it in the first fifteen minutes of her leaving! You saw the note, knew your mom doesn’t allow you to play with her toys, and as soon as she left, you rubbed your quim all over it, didn’t you?” I asked as I waved it under her nose. I assumed quim may actually be the sticky stuff on my fingers. I was quickly picking up British vulgarities and cuss words as we went.

“Aye, I did, Mr. Dalton, and I am paying for it with the skin off of my bum,” Veronica was about to say something else snarky when I stuck the dildo into her mouth – sticky goo and all. I pushed it into her mouth as far as it could go.

It was a spontaneous decision, and I was glad I did it. Veronica looked SO sexy with that purple dildo in her mouth- like she was giving it a blowjob. She started to spit it back out.

“Can’t stand the taste of your own quim?” I asked. Betty howled with laughter, and Archie did as well.

“You are being punished, and spankings have to be unpleasant, or else you’ll just break the rules again. You’ll keep this dildo in your mouth, and not only do you not have to count, but if you don’t drop it once, I won’t make you tell your mom what you did with her lover when she gets home.”

I patted my cousin’s pretty head like she was a puppy dog while she glowered and seethed.