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With Mr. Lang!
by Charly-G
The Mother mine mother-in-law Uschi had five daughters.
Despite the openness of the world that my mother-in-law’s mother had, she thought that a girl occasionally needs a strict hand.
And in her opinion, this could only be achieved if the naughty girls have a good job of what with the stick above the previously bared
Popo gave.
That is why every girl in the house had “her popo sticks”, who had to get herself in naughty.
On a board in her room, all five sticks hung side by one another, each had a shield on which the name stood on it.
If a punishment was due, the sinner had to take the stick off the board, mother in that Living room Bring where the other girls were already waiting, because my mother-in-law said that it is always a deterrent for the others when they are all present and they see how theirs Sister strictly gets the bare and what is blooming to her poor popsch when they are not good.
And for the other girls who also had to be overwhelmed, what it had to be particularly bad when they had to watch, how the cane cut into her sister’s naked pop meat, such as stripes about streaks on the criminal popo and the sensitive thighAsked as they saw the pain of the criminal girl, whose naked bottom under the strict strict strict mums wall like an eel and the Legs So high that you could see all intimate places between her spread thighs, the girls always hid so much from other looks and they heard their wines and screams during the strict conflict, or the pleading begging of the sinner about punishment, which it was with thebut never gave a strict mother.
When all the girls were present, the sinner knelt on the ground and handed her her mother over her pipe sticks, then repeated her offense, asked for forgiveness and a strict punishment for her sins.
Then she rose, put the piano stool in the middle of the room, raised the dress up to her hips and obediently led over.
Mother then hit her behind her, grazed her panties on her thighs and exposed her criminal popo.
Then the stick whistled over the bare back and the thighs of the criminal girl a dozen times.
There were no more blows, but they were always salted and my mother-in-law always took a longer break between the blows.
On the one hand so that the girl could count the blows loudly and to the other, so that the hook works better, as she says.
Was a dozen thick, red, highly topped strip on the girls’ ass, so the girl was allowed to get up again.
If none of the other girls had to remain chase, which was rarely enough, the girl was allowed to pull the panties up and bring the stick to his place.
That always went very quickly and without words.
If another girl was noted, his predecessor had to kneel on the floor in the corner and stretch out the red, naked bottom so that everyone is fed up with their full ass be able to admire.
Only when the other was over and had to kneel next to her sister for a while and had to kneel next to her sister.
If a stick broke on the strict chief punishment, be it with a particularly violent blow, or if a girl sails something by cutting a few small notches with the knife, the girl had to chew a new stick from the wicker store from the wicker shop from his pocket moneyEase, which then performed an extremely painful, feuder dance in the presence of everyone on the naked of the new owner.
Uschi later told me that she was always very ashamed when she was sent to the wicker business by her mother, because the owner, a Lang, always knew why Uschi and her sisters came and soIMEMER first the other clientele and let us wait until nobody was in the shop anymore.
Then he said:
“Gell you should buy a new stick for your bottom again?”.
When we nods ashamed, he took us on our arms and pulled us into the back room.
There he had a huge selection of candy and willowed in a wooden barrel.
Mr. Lang always said to us:
“We want to see if we also find the right stick for your bottom?”
Then he just pulled our skirt up so that we were now in front of him in the panties.
Then Mr. Lang drove us with his hand a few times over the thinly tasted bottom and said:
“Your bottom has grown again since last time, I think we have to take a longer tube this time, I think I have just the right thing for your round, plump butt?”
Mr. Lang then chose the right stick with a Kennerblick.
The type of stick was almost always the same.
About as thick as a small finger, only the length of the length always searched for the size of the girl’s pop.
Had Mr. Lang, then found the pas -end stick, he pulled it through the air a few times that it just whistled and then said.
“I think that’s the right one for your popo, it also has the right length, I’m sure that it pulls through quite properly on your bare, or if your mom hits you on the panties, then I have to take a longer stick so that youalso feel through the panties.
“No!“Then we always said,“ Mom only fed up with the stick with the stick!”
“Then the stick here is exactly right, said Mr. Lang” Should I once on your popo
try?”
We said girls no, then Mr. Lang pressed the stick in his hand and said:
“Then I get three marks from you now!”
And since we had to pay for this from our pocket money, it always hurt particularly when we had to deal with such a large sum, because our pocket money was always more than scarce, we girls only got 1 mark a month, becauseWhich was no wonder with five children.
Because our mother was really very poor, but also economical.
And when we had separated from our three marks with a heavy heart, we didn’t even get the stick wrapped up and had to run across the street with the chief instrument in hand, and everyone could see that we girls at home still with the pipeStock on the butt.
However, if a girl agreed to try the new stick on her popo, Mr. Lang was as well as the same.
He took a sign, which was written on:
“I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”
He hanged this to the door and turned the key and directed us into his back room.
There he placed a high basket maker in the middle of the rough and said to us:
“Then lie down here and raise your skirts, child!”
When we lay over the chair with a skirt pulled up, Mr. Lang came and always drove us girls over the plump panties and said:
“Now I’ve forgotten it again, you get the stick on your panties from your mom, or make it completely naked to you before she gives you your hook?”
“No, we girls only get the strokes on the bare, from mom!“Then we said.
“Ah yes,” said Mr. Lang, “I had completely forgotten that”, although I knew that Mr. Lang knew all the girls and boys’ pops in the area and he knew exactly which girl or boy was chased on the bare at home,Or whether the sinners were only pulled up in the spank penalty from dad or mom the papa or mom.
Mr. Lang then reached into our pant gum and pulled the panties to the knee flours, whereby he regularly strokes us by hand not only over the bare cheeks and our pop solooch, but also at the back over our children’s snails.
Then he took the stick, walked to the table and took a drill, put the stick on the table and drilled a hole on the top into the stick.
In doing so, he did not let our exposed girl popo out of his eyes, you could clearly feel your eyes on the bare skin and between his legs, from our bare, hairless slit.
Then when he had drilled the hole in the stick, he took a red grind from the table drawer on which a note was hung and threaded the loop through the hole on the stick and tied it tight.
Then he always asked us:
“What kind of name should I write on it!”
We gave our name and he wrote it in Schönschrift on the note.
Then he came to us with the stick in his hand, leaned over us and showed us the note with our name and said:
“So Ursula, here is your stick!”
“I have already written your name on it so that your mom finds it immediately if she wants to spank your bare bottom with it.
“But first we have to try it out on your tight bottom!”
Then he took the stick and pulled it slightly over our bare cheeks a few times.
Usually we called “Aaua-Aaua” and rubbed the popo.
Then Mr. Lang said:
“I think it is how it is for your bottom, you have to take it!”
He only stroked our bare popos extensively, with his hand often wandering between our thighs and stayed there for a long time.
Then he pulled the panties up again and said:
“You can get up now, honey!”
We always hurried to get up quickly and to straighten our clothes.
Meanwhile, Mr. Lang packed the stick in a piece of wrapping paper and then he gave us the stick and said:
“Here is your stick, give it to your mom and greet her from me and be nice and good in the future so that your mom doesn’t have to do the bare bottom so often!”
He then went back to the shop with us and stopped at the cash register.
“What do I have to pay Mr. Lang?“We asked and he said:
“The stick costs three marks!”
With a heavy heart we opened our wallet and put three marks on the counter.
Mr. Lang then pushed the three marks back and said:
“Let it be good, my darling, buy a big ice from the money, but do it secretly, otherwise you will get your mom spank your mum again!”
Then he picked up the dress again at the back, he gave us a few violent taps on the bobbin and pushed us out of the shop.
My sisters and I like to go to Mr. Lang, because if it had to do with our hook, we added our fate that was inevitable and made the best of it.
That was the time when we girls came to puberty and often the slit itched so much that we had to make ourselves easier, either we did so alone or in pairs, often we mastled girls even in three and betFirst of and girls at Jerk off The love juice came.
However, since mom had strictly forbidden us to masturbate and a violation of the meal ban, not only on the bare ass, but also between the legs, on our sensitive labia, the little clit and our popol holes broke intoSend a particularly large number of this time at home and then it was only said by the mom.
“Off to Mr. Lang, girl!”
We quickly had it out that we did not need to pay the stick if we allowed Mr. Lang to put us over to overtake us, we let him strip our panties so that he and girls could spank the bare cheeks.
We girls even competed with each other when we had to go to Mr. Lang, who
had the shortest panties on the plump bottom, or whoever the naked back
could stretch high at the back, or whose thighs were spread out and which naked girls slit now climbed the most apart.
When we lay above the stool, and Mr. Lang, the stick, we always spread the thighs unintentionally so that Mr. Lang could also see our bare pussies well.
When Mr. Lang had spanked our bottom and then stroked our cheeks, he always drove us between his thighs and drove his hand over our snail and the fawn, which we really liked.
Often we closed our legs as if we were frightened and closed Mr. Long hand and he often had to wait a long time before we opened our thighs again, which could take a while because we always let Mr. Lang fidget what he wasApparently also very liked, because when we opened our thighs again, we often saw that one or two fingers from the Lang were in our virgin pipis below.
We also knew what Mr. Lang did when he pushed us out of the door, but we had always found a banknote in our bag, which our monthly pocket money exceeded many times over.
Whether there was more, whether this gentleman was content to pull the girl from the popo and spank the naked popche with the stick, whether he was taking care of our little girls’ Vötzchen, or whetherhe had a nice wank by the girls, or ordered them to put their limb in their mouths and to lick, Of course, Uschi didn’t tell me that.
I didn’t care either.
Unfortunately, her interesting and extremely sexually exciting narrative ended by saying:
“So all the girls got our mother until the day when they left the house, with all big, almost adult girls,” their sticks “, with every suitable gel and painfully pulled over the bare!”
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