Life With SisWith my new rules for life under the control of my cruel sister-in-law, Sis, posted on the kitchen board, I began the first day of my unlimited sentence. She decided that although I hadn't yet had a chance to do anything wrong, I needed to be punished to get my 'head in the right place'. I was already naked, as per the rule, so I didn't need to undress, and I literally ran to get the cane as instructed, and knelt in front of Sis, holding the cane up towards her, but with my head lowered, looking ant her feet. She took the cane and instructed me to stand, turning me round to face the back of a kitchen chair, then pushing me over to grasp the front legs. My wrists were secured to the chair legs with two pairs of wrist cuffs, then she picked up a length of tow rope, which she'd found in the shed, and proceeded to tie a knot around the ba
Sis put some music on, Wagner, Ride of the Valkyries, very funny! She stood behind and to the left of me, swishing the cane in her right hand. She asked me if half an hour would be about right, and I groaned and pleaded with her to make it less, but she just laughed, and told me that it wouldn't be less but might be more, especially as she hadn't set a timer or anything, so if she enjoyed herself she could easily go way over the time.
I briefly heard a slight whistling sound, a split second before my arse exploded in pain, which was immediately followed by an excrutiating pain in my balls! 'How was that for you?' Sis asked, chuckling, but before I could answer my bum exploded again, and again the pain in my balls followed. I realised that although the pain in my arse was about the same, my balls hurt more, and that I had to stop flinching, or I would be in even bigger trouble. I tried so hard to keep rigidly still, but Sis kept changing her rhythmn, pausing for a few moments, then launching a volley of about 10 blows in rapid succession. Try as I might, she always seemed to catch me out, and my testicles were getting more and more painful.
After what seemed like forever, Sis stopped caning me, and sat down on a kitchen chair to look me in the eyes. She was very flushed, partly from the exertion, but also, I believe from sexual arousal. This quickly proved to be an accurate guess, since she removed her jeans and thong and climbed onto the table. She grabbed a couple of cushions and put them under her sexy bum, lifting her to a height where I could just about lick her ****, although I had to strain my balls against the rope to reach her, and at the same time squeeze the chair forward, further crushing my balls. It was agony, but she made it clear that if she didn't get several ******* pretty bloody quickly, she would give me another half hour session with the cane.
I licked with all the skill and enthusiasm I could manage and she was soon building towards her climax. As the peak hit her, she grabbed my hair and pulled me as hard into her undulating, wet, smelly **** as she possibly could. I couldn't breathe, and her pulling on me caused me to squeeze my chair, and therefore my balls even more than I had so far, which was unbelievably painful. Despite my lack of air, I could not hold back on an uncontrolled primeval scream. Sis was screaming 'yes!yes!yes!' for ages, obviously receiving an even better ****** due to my screaming int her ****. Finally she released my head and slumped back onto the table.
She told me I had made a good start, but she wanted at least two more *******, however first she needed to pee, and with that she pulled my head into her **** again and proceeded to fill my mouth with ****. I desperately tried not to scream, so I could swallow her ****, and just about succeeded without spilling any. I was then directed to lick her clean, including her arse, which had a very unpleasant odour and taste, especially when I followed her instruction to push my tongue right inside her puckered anus, after which she set me back to work on her ****.
I don't know how long the ordeal lasted, but it seemed like forever before she finally climbed down off the table and released me. Once I was freed, Sis gave me a typed list of jobs, and told me to get on with it. I was in agony and exhausted, but I had no choice. Throughout the day Sis would wander in to a room I was working in, and make comments about my laziness, give my arse a quick swat with the cane, or knee me in the balls. By the time my wife came home at about 6:30pm, I was completely destoyed mentally and physically. My beautiful wife asked Sis how the first day had gone, and was told that it had gone quite well, but there was a lot of work to do. I just kept my head down working, and tried not to show my tears as my wife told her sister that she was so grateful for her taking the time and trouble to train me.