During the summer holidays of the year in which I turned 15, my stepsister Camilla and I spent the first two weeks at the farm of her aunt Barbara, which was located near the shores of the Frisian lakes. Camilla's aunt lived there together with her daughter Myrtle, who was just a few month my senior.
Myrtle and her cousin were avid sailors, and hence we spent most of our time sailing at the lakes. And because she had the most experience of us all, Myrtle was our captain. Camilla and I had to take her orders, but we did not mind that. The girls and I had a lot of fun together.
At the third day, we returned from the lakes at around six o'clock. Aunt Barbara had already prepared dinner when we arrived at her farm. After we had finished eating, Myrtle, Camilla and I were supposed to do this dishes. But since Myrtle's mother did not own a dishwasher, we had to do it manually.
The girls and I soon agreed, that I what do the dish washing and that my stepsister and her cousin would take care of the drying. While I was filling the sink with hot water, Camilla and her cousin produced a pile of clean towels. It took a while before the sink was filled, and meanwhile the two cousins had become slightly impatient.
Both girls already had a towel in their hands, waiting for the first item to be dried. When the sink was finally filled, I bend myself over it. And while I was busy with washing the first few items, I felt two hits right after each other at my butts. In a reflex I was looking behind my shoulders, and I saw Myrtle and my stepsister each with a twisted towel in their hands.
Immediately I got whipped again by them.
"Do not look behind you, keep washing, boy." Myrtle said with a stern voice. Thereafter I was hit again. "You are too slow, keep up speed!" said my stepsister, as if it was an order.
I continued to wash the dishes, while ignoring the towel whippings. But because the pain, that proved to be impossible. And honestly it aroused me. Rather than speeding up, I was washing as slow as I could, hence inciting the girls to whip me more and over an extended period of time.
In the end it took me about ten minutes to finish the dish washing. During this period I was whipped over a fifty times. So my butts were glowing of pain.
A few minutes later the girls had finished to dry the clean dishes. And subsequently we went to the living. There my step-cousin said:
"Young man, you have been slow with washing the dishes at purpose. That is very, very naughty."
"And therefore you will get punishment," my stepsister added.
"So put your hands on your knees, and bend yourself," Myrtle commanded.
I saw that the girls had taken wooden spoons from the kitchen. Without hesitation I obeyed my stepsister's cousin.
With the spoons the girls spanked me then, in alternating fashion: first Myrtle, then Camilla. They spanked me very energetically, and I received a countless number of hits over the period of, I guess, three minutes. Thereafter, I had to return the spoons to the kitchen.
That night I had to sleep at my belly, and the next few days I was also unable to sit comfortably.
