Nathan Silvers - Want to whip my aunt?

"Okay, Dustin, show us how to punish the slut," Manfred said.

Mirabelle watched as William got up and Manfred took his place in the chair of her chair, sipping a bourbon.

Dustin grinned and got off the bed, his cock hard. He nodded to the two girls.

The nymphs got up and stripped the rest of his clothes off, his jacket, his shirt and tie.

Mirabelle stared in horror.

Nichole brought Dustin a black robe which he slipped on. Suddenly Mirabelle stifled a sob as she saw Eileen coming out of the closet with a thin rod in her hands.

"Good," Dustin said. "It shows you're trying to be good."

"Oh, yes, Master!" Eileen exclaimed. "I'm always trying to be good!"

Dustin nodded, his cock poking out of the front of his robe. "Take the dress off."

"Yes, Master! Please, could Nichole unzip me?"

Dustin nodded. Nichole unzipped Eileen's dress. Eileen slid the slinky dress down her arms and off. But she made the most of it, knowing her aunt was watching and hating every moment. She dropped the expensive garment onto the floor.

Eileen had on high heels, stockings, slip and matching bra and panties. The hem of her little slip just reached her stocking tops, revealing every luscious curve of her legs. She went up to Dustin and held her tits, stroking them. She spread her legs and pouted at him.

"Is this right, Master?" she whispered.

"Yeah," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Now get over the bed and wait for your punishment!"

"Oh, yes, Master!" Eileen trembled with passion.

She bent over the bed and turned, pouting at her aunt before she spread her thighs wide. The end of the bed was at the, right height for her to rub her pussy against it, and she did, moaning in lust as she waited.

"Take that off," Dustin said.

Nichole obeyed, pulling her blouse and skirt off fast, revealing her slim, curvaceous figure in nothing but a little white teddy and stockings held up by fluffy garters.

She grinned and pouted at him, sliding her hands over his cock. "Ready, big boy?"

Dustin grinned. He pulled Nichole to the side of the bed and pushed her to her knees. She moaned and went down willingly, sliding her mouth over his cock at once, her fingers caressing his balk.

Mirabelle had seen more than enough and she was sick to her stomach. "I'm leaving! And I'll be back with the police!"

"Sit down!" William snapped.

"What did you say?" she gasped, staring at William, her resolution suddenly weakening.

"Sit down."

"This isn't punishment, this is depraved sex!" Mirabelle gasped. "I'm…"

"Sit down!"

There was something in his voice that made Mirabelle tremble and her legs went weak. She moved back to the chair, sitting down.

"Good," Dustin whispered into her ear. "One more outburst like that and I'll tie you to the chair."

Mirabelle shuddered and looked at her brother, but he was watching his daughter. She tensed, thinking desperately of some way out of the degradation.

"You gonna take it like that?" Dustin asked Eileen, running the whip over her ass.

"Ohhh, yes, Master! You know. I can!" Eileen pulled her slip up to her waist.

"You move before I've finished and you get double," Dustin warned.

"Yes, Master, I know!" Eileen moaned. "So maybe I'll move anyway!"

"You bitch!" He tapped her ass with the rod, a short, stinging blow.

Eileen jerked and gasped.

Mirabelle trembled and thought she was going to pass out.

"Yeah!" Dustin pulled on Nichole's head. The little nympho moaned with excitement and slid her fingers into her teddy crotch, rubbing her pussy.

Dustin lashed Eileen's ass.

Mirabelle had had enough.

"Sit down, cunt!" William snapped. "What are you talking about?" Mirabelle gasped, turning on him in a fury. "You stop that at once!"

Viciously she slapped him across the face. On the bed, Eileen gave a moan of lust and twisted hard. "Come on, Dustin, you fucker! Whip me, come on!"

Her ass hunched at him, but he stood there, waiting for William.

William grabbed Mirabelle's arm, swung her around and slapped her face. She gasped and put her hand to her cheek.

"Sit down!" he snapped.

"Don't you dare do that to me!" Mirabelle screamed, lashing out at him.

He blocked her hand, then slapped her, backhanding her for good measure. Her head rung as she gasped and her legs went weak.

"Manfred, what are you doing?" she screamed. "Look what he's doing to me!"

Manfred grinned. "You had it coming, Sis. William wants to get into your pants real bad. Seems fair to me."

"I'm your sister!" Mirabelle screamed as she was twisted in the chair. "You can't let this happen to me! I'm a virgin!"

"I knew there was something wrong with you." Manfred leaned back, his eyes hooded as he watched.

Mirabelle screamed, but William slapped her face again as he pulled one of her arms up to the top of the chair.

"What are you doing!" Mirabelle screeched as a leather bond slipped around her wrist. She wailed and pulled, but her arm was suddenly lashed to the top of the chair. "Stop this, no!"

William grabbed her other arm. Mirabelle screamed at him, but he had another bond on her wrist before she knew what was going on.

"You can't do this!" she wailed, trying to stand up.

"Come on, Dustin, whip me!" Eileen demanded, her ass heaving up for more.

Dustin grinned and lashed his girlfriend's ass with the thin rod while he pushed his rock-hard fucker deeper into Nichole's sucking mouth. "You wait, bitch! I wanna see your aunt get tied up."

"Uhhhh, please, Dustin! Please!" Eileen begged, thrusting her whipped ass at him. "I'll give you anything you want, anything, you know I will!"

"Wait, bitch!" Dustin yelled, then whipped her again.

"Aagghh!" Eileen screamed, jerking on the bed. "Oh, darling, give it to me, please!"

Dustin slid his cock in and out of Nichole's willing lips while he watched Mirabelle's increasing humiliation.

For her part Mirabelle stared at her little niece in horror. She vowed that she would get them both away from here somehow.

Dustin grabbed one of her ankles and began lashing it to the bottom of the chair leg. She screamed, then shivered as William grabbed her other leg and tied it to the bottom of the other chair leg.

"Manfred! For God's sake, Manfred! What are you doing!" she wailed.

Manfred grinned and turned to Dustin. "Go on, fella, or you'll come in her mouth. Eileen needs her ass whipped, the little slut."

"Sure, Manfred," Dustin said, then laid the rod across Eileen's asscheeks.

"Ooouuhh!" Eileen gasped, her little white panties ripping under the force of the blow. Her ass burned as she clutched the bed clothes, moaning with pain and lust. "Yes, Dustin, yes!"

Mirabelle struggled in growing disgust as she watched the terrible display of sadistic passion. But then William's hand was sliding up her calf and she screeched with terror.

"No, no, you can't do that!" she gasped. He grinned and ran his hand up her stockings to her knee, pushing her dress up over her thighs.

"No, please, no!" Mirabelle walled, but nothing stopped him.

Her legs were now exposed and William looked at her with a very appreciative gaze.

Then he took another set of bonds and slid them around Mirabelle's knees.

Mirabelle shrieked and struggled, but he pulled on the ropes hard, forcing her legs open until her thighs were spread wide, her knees lashed firmly to the legs of the chair. She shuddered – her hands were tied to the top of the chair, her knees were spread wide open and lashed tightly, and so were her ankles. She stared up at William as he leaned down and eased her dress up her thighs, inch by inch, enjoying the view that was being slowly revealed.

"Please, don't do that!" Mirabelle begged as her wonderful shapely thighs were spread out for him.