Jeannie Grants Wishes 6

By See Erva

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Chris tossed and turned all that night. Could they really be serious about bringing three more girls to witness his humiliation? He decided that under no circumstances would he allow that to happen. He eventually drifted off to sleep. He was awakened abruptly by his blanket being pulled off. He opened his eyes to find the three girls in his room.

“It’s time to get up,” Stella said. “Mom left for work already.”

“Have you given any thought to who you want to invite?” Jeannie asked.

“No one,” he said. “Please. It can’t happen! Do you think you can bring new girls into this and everyone won’t find out? You really want CPS and maybe the police involved?”

“Shouldn’t you have thought of that before bringing two new boys into this?”

“I was stupid! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything you want but don’t bring in anyone else!”

“We’ll get back to you.”

The girls moved into a corner and conferred.

“This is my chance to get my wish!” Jeannie exclaimed, though in a whisper.

“Are you sure?” Stella asked. “Chris won’t be as cooperative as Jerry. I’m afraid of what he might do if he gets you alone.”

“I’m a little bigger and stronger than you are. If he tries something on me, he knows he’s in for a fight. Besides, we still have the videos. Let me talk to him and gage his reaction.”

They crossed the room to where Chris was waiting.

“This is what we decided,” Jeannie said. “To do more of the same to you is pointless. If you didn’t learn the first time or the second time, why should the third be any different? So we’ve got to try something new. Your problem is that you think since you’re a boy and you’re stronger than your sister, that give you the right to beat her up. Because your mother can’t physically punish you, that gives you the right to walk all over her. We even heard you say it. So our goal is to teach you that you have to treat everyone with respect, even those weaker than you. Think about it. If we behaved like you, we would be saying, ‘Hey, we got the videos. He can’t physically stop us from showing them around, so let’s do it just because we can!’”

She could see Chris grimacing at the thought.

“But we’re not gonna do that,” she continued, and he was visibly relieved. “Our goal is to train you. So we’re gonna give you one last chance. Pass it and this whole ordeal is over - assuming you continue behaving. Blow it and we’ll be inviting girls to watch your home movies. Do you understand?”

At his nod, she went on. “We know that it was only because of Tanisha that we were able to control you. The moment you were home alone with Stella, you were out of control. We want to teach you to maintain control even if there isn’t an Amazon in your house. So here’s the deal: You’re gonna learn to obey a girl not just because she’s stronger than you. Tani’s staying out of this one. So is Stella because as your sister, she has no interest in witnessing this despite what you did to her. So that means it’s just me. For one hour you have to do everything I say without argument. After that, you’re off the hook, unless of course, you give us a reason. You’re being handed a gift and I hope you appreciate it because if you don’t, the next time we’ll be bringing in others and all your begging won’t help. So do you accept our terms?”

“Yeah,” he croaked.

“Then let’s get started.”

“I just go out of bed. Can I have a few minutes to wash up first?”

“Fine. Don’t bother with a shower. We’ll deal with that later. For now, take off those pjs and put them under your pillow.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath!”

“I kinda figured that.” When he hesitated, she asked, “should I call Carla or Mara?”

Telling himself they had all seen him before, he stripped off his pajamas.

“It looks like this excites you,” Jeannie commented.

“It’s always like this when I wake up,” he stammered, blushing. “I really hafta go to the bathroom.”

“So go ahead. What are you doing?” she asked, as he rummaged through a drawer.

“Getting fresh underwear.”

“That can wait a while. Now go. The hour starts when you get back.”

Staring straight ahead, Chris walked out of the room, knowing at least two pairs of eyes were staring at his behind. He entered the bathroom and took the time to slide the latch in place. If only he had done that the last time. After performing his morning ablutions, he steeled himself to step outside. There was no point in delaying since his hour of torture wouldn’t start until he entered his room. If Jeannie was telling the truth, after that it would all be over. He was an hour away from parole and didn’t want to do anything to lose it.

He opened the door and stuck his head out. There was no one in the hall. The house was strangely silent. He expected to hear the girls chatting in his room. Feeling self-conscious, as if he was being watched by unseen eyes, he tiptoed to the door of his room. Why was there no sound? Could they be playing some sort of prank? Could Carla or Mara or both be hiding inside? He had only been gone for a few minutes. Was that long enough for them to come over?

He opened the door a crack and peered inside. Jeannie was the only one in the room.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Your hour doesn’t start until you get in here.”

“Where are the others?”

“I believe they left. The deal was just you and me. So let’s get started.”

Chris was torn between humiliation and excitement. This was one of his fantasies: he and Jeannie alone in his room. Of course in his daydream she was the one without clothes. But this was close and he could adjust. She looked particularly cute in her denim micro skirt, light blue shirt and matching socks. Sitting in his desk chair, she patted her lap.

“Let’s start with the traditional spanking.”

He cringed. “I thought you weren’t into pain.”

“I’m not. That’s Tani’s department. But she’s not here and you deserve it.”

He thought about protesting or refusing but knew it was pointless. She would only bring Tanisha back. He breathed evenly and told himself there was only one hour left to his freedom. Blushing profusely, he arranged himself over her lap. She lifted her skirt and spread her legs so his stiffening member found room between them, then closed them. His manhood trapped in her nearly bare thighs grew even longer. Then her hand began rubbing his buttocks and exploring his cleft. She reached between his legs and cupped his sack.

He gasped. “Keep doing that and it will get very messy.”

Chris was not the only one getting excited. Jeannie was breathing heavily as well. This was the best wish ever! She now had her friend’s handsome brother all to herself to do with him as she pleased. At her bidding, he draped himself across her lap. The feel of his manhood in her nearly bare crotch brought a throbbing to her loins. She rubbed his firm posterior, explored his cleft and cupped his testicles until he warned her of impending disaster.

“We can’t have that - yet,” she decided.

She brought her hand down sharply against his rump. He almost jumped off her lap.

“Come on!” she chided, “that was just symbolic. I’m sure Tani did it much harder.”

He had to agree, particularly when she added, “Let me make it all better.”

She rubbed him gently and it did make it better but threatened an eruption. At her request, he climbed off her lap, which meant withdrawing his rigid member from her crotch. He barely avoided a messy accident.

“Let’s take a little walk around the room.”

She put her palm under his butt so he was practically riding it as she followed him around the room. Next she cupped his sack and walked backward, leading him around. She then used two hands, one supporting his testicles and the other holding his shaft. He had to keep reminding her to let go before there was an accident. Then she would give him time to recover and try again.

“Down on all fours, horsey!” she said.

He got down on his hands and knees. She hiked her short skirt and mounted him. Her bare inner thighs clamped against his sides, her moist crotch against his back. This time his back didn’t hurt because he hadn’t just carried Tanisha. She rode him around the room several times, relishing the feel of his bare back beneath her nearly naked loins.

“On your knees!” she ordered. “Now we know you can do it.”

She sat on his shoulders with her crotch pressed against the back of his neck. He heaved and stood, lifting her. This time it was easier. She made him carry her to the full length mirror on his closet. She gazed at her handsome mount in his full glory while he looked at the long expanse of her bare legs and the juncture between hidden behind his neck. He could almost imagine that she was naked and it certainly felt that way. He saw two cell phones - hers and Tanisha’s - on either side of the room recording.

With only a few minutes to go until his sentence was up, she made him carry her to his bed. He bent down so she could dismount.

“Lay down on the bed face up, head at the edge.”

She and Stella had exchanged notes and there was one last thing she wanted to try. When Chris complied, she turned around and backed up so that she was straddling his face. From his position, he had a clear view of her panty-covered crotch only inches away. He noted that her panties match her shirt and socks. She sat on his belly and alternated between rubbing his chest and gently squeezing his shaft.

Jeannie’s wish had been granted beyond her expectations. Here she was sitting on Stella’s handsome, naked brother, fondling his rigid manhood. The throbbing in her crotch almost caused her to moan. With two minutes to go, she stood up again, straddling his face. Then she sat down and rubbed herself against him. This time she moaned.

When Jeannie rose, Chris thought it was all over. Then she sat down. Her hot, moist crotch covered his face, separated only by a thin sliver of cotton. The smell of her arousal was overpowering. When he thought he could take it no longer, she stood.

“Your sentence is over,” she announced.

He rose from the bed. “Are you just gonna leave me like this?” he asked, gesturing to his rigid organ.

“Do you want me to take care of it?” He nodded. “Then let’s go.”

She led him to the bathroom where he stepped into the tub. It barely took thirty seconds before he exploded.

“Now you’ve been officially paroled,” she told him. “Your punishment - if that’s what it was - is over. As long as you behave, you’re a free man. We won’t show those videos to anyone or even tell them about it. But try anything again and the next time you can expect a few more witnesses or even participants. Got it?”

“I got it,” he said.

Then Jeannie went home to take a cold shower and change her panties.

(The End)