by Steve Timmons
Kathy's prediction proved accurate for she did, indeed, finish dead last in Saturday morning's 'fun run', despite the fact that I kept the pace down to a very moderate six miles an hour. Not surprisingly, Susan and Joanne finished one and two with Ellen a somewhat distant third but still well ahead of Kathy. When we had finished our post-run stretching back in Susan's barn, I got to see the meaning of the old line 'payback is a bitch' in action.
As I announced Kathy's twelve paddle swat penalty and told her to assume the position, which was bent over, hands on knees, back hollowed and butt well out, I was interrupted by Ellen who, generously offered to spare me this task lest I overtax my arm after all of the spanking I had attended to yesterday. Of course, it was Kathy's little ploy that had gotten Ellen her belated birthday paddling and there was no doubt in anyone's mind what Ellen's true motivation was.
Be that as it may, the idea appealed to me so I decided to take up the offer and handed her the paddle, remarking as I did so, "Well, Ellen, Friday wasn't all that burdensome but with three days of spankings still to come, I should probably pace myself. Go ahead but remember if I think you're being unfair to your sister, you won't very much like what happens next!"
That provided Ellen a little food for thought but the twelve swats she gave Kathy were quite telling, all the same. Kathy, gallant little trooper that she is, squealed and yelped her way through them, much to her sisters' amusement but never once moved from position and faithfully repeated the required formula "Thank you sister, that's one," etc. after each swat. She did indulge in some very vigorous butt rubbing when her paddling was over, though.
"All right ladies, hit the showers and then report to Susan in the kitchen. Breakfast at 8:30 and we'll talk about the rest of the day's agenda while we eat."
As they all trooped out of the barn, I hung back and walked with Kathy. I wanted to make sure that she wasn't feeling double crossed by my letting Ellen deliver her swats. No worries, it would seem. She was more interested in the old barn. She told me that she had grown up on a ranch in Arizona and Susan's barn sort of reminded her of home. I promised her a guided tour later on.
Breakfast was superb. We've all heard the old saying that too many cooks can spoil the food, but, apparently, these four cooks worked very well together. The same went for the clean up after breakfast. I made it a point to leave the girls alone during those times because, based on how things were in the Wilson household while I was growing up, those were prime girl talk opportunities.
Over breakfast, they all agreed that we should take advantage of the overcast skies by holding the tennis tournament in the morning. So, as soon as the sisters had changed into their tennis outfits, which I noticed highlighted their legs and their figures very nicely, we all piled into the rented convertible for the short trip to the Wilson house and our private tennis court.
On the ride over, I was in the back seat sandwiched between Kathy and Ellen. Listening in on the conversation, I was impressed with how fairly the girls assessed their tennis abilities and ultimately decided on the line up of Ellen and Joanne versus Susan and Kathy.
No one was home as my folks were visiting my sister Barbara in Oregon and Ann was off with Mike's family at Pensacola Beach. With the pool house providing bathroom facilities, there would be no need to use the house itself and that, of course, would go a long way to preserving the little subterfuge that Susan and I had concocted to disguise my actual age; all part of furthering the willing suspension of disbelief which was key to the success of her plans for this fantasy reunion weekend.
There would be time only for one set and, by the end, the competitiveness of the teams was borne out. Ellen served and she and Joanne won the first game. Each team held service until it was four all. Then the 'Mutt and Jeff' duo broke through and then held service to take the set 6-4. On the return ride, I again took middle seat in back, with my arms around the losers as they endured the good natured taunts from the winners up front.
The forfeits were paid off out back by the pool. Ellen and Joanne were bent over the backs of two of the patio chairs, with thick towels padding the tops. With their skirt backs flipped up and their tennis panties stretched tight, their curvaceous bottoms were nicely positioned for the paddle swats that the winners were itching to deliver.
After a brief discussion, it was decided that Kathy would lead off, delivering three swats to each of the unlucky losers: Susan would follow suit. The cycle would then be repeated so that each winner would deliver six swats to each loser and, consequently, each loser would receive a total of twelve paddle swats. The winners chose to use their own souvenir paddles throughout the so-called awards ceremony. As House Master, I would oversee the proceedings to insure fair play.
Stepping into position behind and to the left of Joanne, Kathy tapped her paddle lightly against the cheeks of Joanne's submissively waiting backside and then, in rapid succession, delivered three very firm swats that left Joanne wagging her scorched butt rapidly from side to side as if she were trying to shake off the sting. After watching the show for a few moments, Kathy moved on to Ellen and repeated her impressive paddling performance with similar results.
As she gave way to Susan, two things were obvious. First, anyone who took quiet little Kathy too lightly was in for a rude shock. Second, the girls were apparently resolved not to pull their punches. That being the case, it was very likely that these four sorority sisters would all be nursing red hot bottoms long before this reunion was over!
Susan, obviously impressed by Kathy's paddling prowess, matched her stroke for stroke. By the time she had delivered her first three swats to Ellen and Joanne, the unfortunate losers of the tennis match were really feeling the burn. Both girls, however, held their positions, gamely awaiting the remainder of their forfeits.
Wasting no time, Kathy quickly stepped up and eagerly prepared to deliver her final three swats to Joanne's now very tender cheeks. At this point, I felt it was time to exercise my House Master's prerogative in order to insure that no one got too carried away. With that in mind, therefore, I whispered a subtle warning to the winners, "Remember girls, what goes around, comes around and it could be your turn next."
The ensuing paddle swats were, it seemed to me, slightly less intense but, landing as they did on bottoms already well tenderized by the first half dozen, they still imparted enough sting to elicit loud wails of distress and generate much stamping of feet and wiggling of hips before the hapless losers had paid their forfeits in full.
Joanne held her own position until Ellen had received her final swats but the moment Susan gave the word, both girls were upright and furiously rubbing their bottoms in a largely futile effort to alleviate the fierce sting. Seconds later, the four of them were exchanging hugs and kisses all around then it was back to more rubbing by Ellen and Joanne.
Looking on in amusement at the scene, with a nod of my head, I made the obvious suggestion, "The pool's right there, girls."
With a quick glance at me and then at one another, they paused only long enough to kick off their tennis sneakers before jumping into the cool, soothing water! The look of relief on their faces was almost comical. Moments later, they were joined by Susan and Kathy. As the four of them splashed around together in their tennis dresses, I told them to enjoy themselves as long as they wanted and that I would have sandwiches ready for lunch after they had showered and dressed.
A while later, as I was busy making the sandwiches, the four of them, fresh from the pool house showers, came in through the back door. They were barefoot, with hair still damp, and wrapped in large white bath towels. All together, they made a very sexy picture and they knew it, too!
The overcast had been rapidly growing thinner since late morning. Just in time for lunch, the sun finally broke through, assuring us of a hot summer afternoon. Lunch in the shade of the game room patio was the obvious choice and the girls arrived as I finished laying out the sandwiches and cold drinks.
Attired alike in their uniforms" of tight little shorts and Kappa tee shirts, they had opted to retain the wet look, leaving their hair damp and hanging loose. As we all gathered together at the table, it was quickly obvious that they also had made the collective decision that bras were not necessary. Unquestionably, this was a look well calculated to whet the appetite of any man with a pulse and I'm not talking about the sandwiches!
With the temperature now rapidly climbing to the predicted high in the mid-nineties, it didn't take long to reach a consensus that the afternoon's activities should be centered on the pool. After we had finished our light lunch, the girls took charge of cleaning up and I headed to my bedroom in the game room guest suite to slip into my Speedos.
Back outside, I set about preparing the pool for the afternoon. Since there was no sign of the girls, I had time to check the water and the filtration system, hose down the pool apron and the lounge chairs. After drying off the furniture, I brought out a supply of fresh towels. Making sure that the bar was well stocked with beer and soft drinks, and with the girls still nowhere to be seen, I took the opportunity to get in some laps.
After about a dozen round trips, as I was approaching the patio end of the pool, I saw four pair of female legs dangling in the water. Popping up just shot of the end wall, I was greeted by the four sisters, now in bathing suits but still wearing their Kappa tee shirts.
"House Master," they called out in unison.
"Yes girls."
"Is it alright if we take off our Kappa tee shirts to sun bathe?"
"Of course, girls; just don't forget the sun screen."
"We won't," they promised together, with big smiles on their faces.
I was half way into my next leg before it hit me. That was all one big tease. The little darlings had nothing on under those tee shirts! They would be sun bathing topless! Not that I had any objection to that but it was a rather sudden escalation of the tease game that had been subtly underway almost from the moment they had arrived. I was going to have to start keeping a closer watch on the beer and wine consumption. Boy, did that turn out to be true!
No doubt they expected that I would come right out of the pool to take in the sights. I made it a point, therefore, to keep swimming and completed another six laps before hauling myself out at the far end. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the girls watching me intently. Ignoring them, I went into the pool house and picked up a couple of towels for myself before heading for the lounge chairs.
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