The Sally Chronicles: Part 1: How it all started. by SwimKid

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The Sally Chronicles: Part 1: How it all started. by SwimKid

My father had married a new woman. She had a daughter that was my age, Sally. Sally was good looking, she had average breasts and a butt that didn't stick out enough to be notable.
We got along nicely. We obviously had a lot of arguments like any other siblings would have.
One night My father and his wife, I didn't feel comfortable calling her Mom or mother yet, had a dinner party on some neighbour's house.
Sally and I were both 14, so we expected to not have a babysitter. We were obviously old enough to take care of our selfs.
The night of the party came quickly and both Sally and I went to the living room when my Father called us.
Once there He told us:
-SwimKid, Sally, After discussing it with your mother for a while, we've decided that Sally will be in charge for the night.
-Why? We are the same age -I protested.
-You see SwimKid -Sally's mother explained- Girls your age tend to be a bit more mature than boys, so she is in charge.
I wanted to explain that what she had just said was a myth, but I knew it wouldn't work. My father doesn't like changing decisions last minute.
-Exactly, Sally, you are in charge and allowed to punish SwimKid as you see fit.
Sally smiled and with the most faked "Sweet angel" voice replied:
-Okay dad, but I don't think SwimKid would like this.
-Don't worry sweetheart, I raised an obedient boy. He will do what you tell him to, right sK?
-Yes -I mumbled angrily.
I didn't know how well Sally would treat me after our parents left. Specially because I was trying to pull a prank on her right before our parents called us. But I had no choice but to obey.
After that little speech My father and Sally's mother left the house. As soon as I heard the door lock, I went to my room to mind my own buisness.
-Not so fast Swimkid -Said Sally.
-You aren't going to take this whole thing seriously, right?
-Well, I'm in charge, so why wouldn't I take advantage of it?
-Mostly because we are the same age, and you have no power over me.
-Stop talking to me like that SwimKid. I'm in charge and I will put some rules you have to obey. Or else I will tell Mom and Dad how badly you behaved after they left.
-Okay, and what will those rules be?- I said angrily.
I seriously didn't want to obey my stepsister, but I had no other option. If I didn't our parents would punish me in ways worse than she could.
-First up you will do as I say without questioning or talking back, can you do that?
-Yes, Sally I can.
-Good boy. Secondly you Will let me into your room whenever I want to.
I didn't let Sally into my room never before. It wasn't messy or anything, but I didn't want her snooping and peeking where she didn't belong. But I could take her going into my room for the night.
-Okay, you can get in.
-The third rule is pretty simple. If I ever feel the need to create a new rule I will, and you will obey it. And finally the fourth rule says that you will be punished by a spanking if you don't follow the three other rules I mentioned. Do you agree with the rules?
Being spanked by my new stepsister would be terribly embarrassing, and the rumor of it happening would spread like fire so I chose to follow the rules she had thought of without questioning much of them.
-No, I don't agree, but I will follow them nonetheless because I'm a good stepbrother.
-Great! -Sally cheered happily.
Now that the rules were settled, I again tried to go to my room to mind my own business, but I was followed by Sally who entered into my man-cave as if she owned the place.
-sK, I'm hungry, go make me a sandwich.
I, pissed off, went down the stairs to the kitchen where I made Sally a Sandwich. I considered spitting in it, but if she noticed she would punish me like hell, so I chose not to.
When I got back to my room I froze in fear as I Sally inspecting my comic books. I had a magazine that I shouldn't have had there.
-H...Here's your sandwich Sally. -I said in the hopes that she would stop looking at my collection.
-Just leave it there. I'll eat it when I finish checking your comics ou... OMG Why do you have one of these?
I blushed as she showed me with a face of disgust the magazine I was talking about.
-It...It isn't mine, a friend left it there
-Sure, you pervert! Do you know how humiliating it is for woman to know that gross boys like you masturbate to this?
-No, sally I didn't know.
-You are going to be punished because of that. Stand with your hands over your head.
-Please Sally, don't do it -I begged.
-You should have thought of that when you got that magazine.
I resigned to her words and stood in the middle of her room with my hands over my head.
Sally got behind me and started hitting me hard in my lower back. WHACK! SMACK! PLACK! She hit me like that twenty times. 10 times on each cheek. The pain combined with the embarrassment of being hit by my stepsister filled my face with a bright red colour.
-Okay. That was your punishment. Did you like it?
-No sally, I didn't -I said with a weak voice. Sally was a strong girl, so the spanking was no joke.
-Good boy. Now hand me that sandwich I asked.
I did as she told me, terribly afraid of more punishments.
-Oh god its dry. Bring me some water, would you?
Without hesitation I went down the stairs and filled a glass with water. When I got to my room and was about to hand the glass of water to my Stepsister I tripped and spilled it all over the white shirt she was wearing.
When the water soaked the clothing it revealed a pair of well sized, firm breasts covered by a pink bra. They were much bigger than they seemed when I saw them with clothes on! I couldn't help but stare at them.
Sally raged and screamed DUMBASS! Her face was a dark red because of how angry and embarrassed she was.
-You stupid idiot! Stop staring perv!
-Oh god Sally I'm so sorry -I cried in fear
-And you should be. Hand me your shirt so you stop staring at me.
I took off my shirt and gave it to my now pissed off stepsister, who took great use of it covering her breasts.
-Good, now clean this up dummy.
I tried to get out of my room to get a mop, but Sally stopped me and said:
-No mops. Clean it with your pants
-What? -I replied in shock.
-You saw my underwear, now its my turn.
I was very self conscious about my lower half, so I didn't move for a few seconds, but after Sally gave me a death stare I knew I would have to take my pants, or else she'd do it.
Very slowly I placed my hand in the waistband of my joggings and started to push them down. Not much time after I was standing in just my white briefs covering as well as I could in front of Sally.
The girl was taking delight at my humiliation and had a big evil grin on her face.
-What are you waiting for dummy? On your knees and clean the mess you made.
Hesitantly I bent over and dried the water I had spilled with my clothing. Sally had adopted a dominant position and was making sure I didn't miss a single spot.
Once Sally approved the job I'd done, she told me:
-Stand up little boy
I stood up from where I was, in the middle of the room, while always having both of my hands over my underwear covering as much of it as I could.
Sally picked both my phone and her phone and said:
-Oh god, this is golden, Put your hands behind your head please. I want to get a good picture of this.
I did not move at all. I didn't want Sally or any of the cameras to see me in just my underwear without covering.
-Remember rule #1sk...
I couldn't decide what was worse. Sally spanking me again or Sally having more ways to black mail me. I kept my crotch area well covered while I thought. But Sally was having none of it.
-10…9…8…7…
I had no choice, I had to let her take a pic...
-6…5…
But it'd be terribly humiliating...
4…3…2…
I had to give it up. I moved my hands up to where she had requested and I instantly saw the flash of the two cameras and and heard the characteristic sound.
-Some great pictures right here.
-Please Sally, can I get dressed now? -I begged with my last hope.
-New rule: From now on, when our parents arent home you will be wearing nothing but your underwear.
-But sally...
-No buts SwimKid. I'm in charge and I have those pics.
And with that phrase I knew my fate was sealed.
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End of part 1.
Hey guys, SwimKid here. Hope you liked this. I have a few more things in the works, including the long awaited revenge on the nurses, but I'm currently on a trip, and the computer where I had that story isn't with me, so, to not get rusty and to write something while I'm not home, I started the Sally Chronicles. It's different from what I usually write, so any feedback is apritiated .
Take care, -sK out.

Love it by Jeepman89

I love the Sally Chronicles and look forward to the next installment!

Re: The Sally Chronicles: Part 1: How it all started. by FunnyCookie

I've been on this site fr quite a while, and I liked all these stories, no offense, but I am not as excited for the Sally Series, well at least not as much as I was for others
But anyway, it was pretty exciting

The Sally Chronicles Part 2: The Night Went On by SwimKid

After our little argument, Sally took hold of my PC and started to browse throughout my files without a care in the world. She was probably looking for more porn to blackmail me with.
On the bright side I hadn't downloaded any of it. On the other hand, that apparently pissed my stepsister off because as soon as she was done with the files she rushed out of my room with heavy steps.
Half an hour had gone by and I started to hear laughter coming from Sally's room. Nothing good would come out of that.
I went to investigate why the young girl was laughing and I found her flicking through the pics she had taken of me in just my embarrassing white briefs.
She saw me and said:
-Come here SwimKid. The camera looooves you! I bet you want to see some of this pics.
-No Sally, Im okay without seeing them.
-Its not like you have a choice dummy.
She was right. I was at her mercy and had to follow her orders if I didn't want my father to know about the magazine and the school to see those pics.
So I went and sat next to Sally as she showed me the pictures. One by one, each more embarrassing than the last.
In the first one I was shown with a bright red face trying to cover, without much luck, my underwear.
The next one showed me begging Sally to let me keep my hands covering my private clothing. That pic was as embarrassing as the one before, if not more. I had commuted to begging to keep the little modesty I still had.
And finally, on the last pic I was shown in my underwear in full glory. My pale, skinny body was on full shown, the essentials were covered by my white tighties and my face was bright red, filled with embarrassment.
Once the pics were showed to me, Sally couldn't stop laughing, but every time I tried to leave and scape the humiliation, she stopped me.
A few minutes and a lot of laughter later, Sally got a text from her mother. Her face was brightened by an evil smile from ear to ear.
-SwimKid, my mom told us to get the trash out.
-So?
-So you go and do it.
-Okay, let me get some clothing on and...
-Wow, wow, stop it there little boy, don't you remember the rule?
-Sally, you can't make me go outside in just my underwear.
She could.
-Of course I can. I'm in charge, and you don't want to get in trouble, right?
-Yes, but I don't want the neighbours to see me in just my underwear, Please sally, have some mercy.
-I'm having none of that. Now go get the trash out before I give you another good spanking.
I resigned and did my task. I quietly got out of the house in just my underwear and planned a rout that lead to the trash bin.
I went covering as much as I could, and doing so, everything went pretty smoothly. I got the rubbish in the bin and headed back.
And that's when I saw Sophie, my neighbour, who was staring at me from her window laughing.
Her position granted her a full frontal view, and I assumed she got a good look at my back when I was going to the trash bin.
She waved her hand and showed me her cell phone. After that she closed the curtains and dissapeard behind them. GREAT. Now she had a picture too. After that mortifying encounter that had me froze in panic, I decided to not take risks and make a run for my house.
I was sure than if anyone got to see me, they'd be confused as hell on why a 14 year old boy is running in just his underwear, but fortunately, no one else had seen me.
I got back to my house and Sally opened the door laughing. She lead me to the sofa in our living room and stated:
-So, did you have fun out there dummy?
-No, Sally, I didn't.
-Well, that's a shame, I did have a lot of fun seeing you run almost naked though.
-It wasn't that funny
-Oh, believe me, it was.
Her phone rang once again and much to my horror it was a text from Sophie.
The text contained a bunch of pictures of a young, skinny and terribly humiliated boy in just his white briefs in the middle of the street. Me.
Sally bursted out in laughter and told me to get lost while she chatted with her new friend.
I went to my room and tried to not think in what had just happened. As usual, my brain was having none of that and decided to re-live all the humiliating moments I had gone through this night.
After I was done thinking about that, I let my imagination go wild on what the girls would be talking about.
Sally was probably busy explaining to Sophie the story and why she was in control, and Sophie was probably thinking ways of embarrassing me even more.
Sophie wasn't specially a kind girl, she wouldn't miss an opportunity to torment a poor boy, even if that boy had helped her many times before.
But after all of those unpleasant experiences, I was terribly tired, it was 2:00AM After all.
It didn't take long for me to get in bed, but I didn't fall asleep until I heard Sally's heavy breathing had started.
End of part 2.