Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 3

"Good. Now raise your skirts and free your ass."

I was standing kind of helpless in the bedroom. My eyes wandered between the beautifully dressed Sylvia and the reflection of my fucking sister in the mirror. My hands moved over the wonderful satin dress.

While Sylvia took the leather strap in her hand and waited impatiently, I bowed down and tried to grasp the hem of my skirt, the crinoline and the slip. The clothes rustled loudly. It took me some time to pull everything up – and to keep it pulled up. Then with the skirts on my arms I shifted my panties down. I looked at Sylvia in search for help.

The beautiful dark haired lady now sat down on the chair and ordered me to lay over her lap.

That appeared to be quite an endeavor. I needed a hand in front of her not to fall down and one to keep my skirts up. She helped me and grasped the clothes as well. Finally, I lay down and Sylvia held the hems of the skirts over my naked bottom and had the strap in her right hand.

"Now, we are ready for the punishment", Sylvia said to Katie, who was still riding her husband's cock."

"Begin and do him hard! He shall remember that day and learn that he shall never ever do things like that again!"

Frank's hands grabbed her breasts from behind through the thin satin night gown.

"Why can't you put that off?", he complained. "I'm not a cross dress fanatic like your little brother."

"You will have the opportunity to see and have me naked many times later, my love. It's enough for that girly boy to sense how we are fucking – he does not need to see how you big dong impales my little cunnie..."

"I love you!" Frank said and fucked her more intensively.

Sylvia said: "Little girlie-boy. Beware, you shall not ejaculate! I feel that your manhood is growing again!"

"No, Miss Sylvia."

"And you will count all the strokes. - Are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss Sylvia."