Over the table!! The voice boomed out and Alicia glanced nervously at her brother, seized by a tightening apprehension in her stomach that was, she knew, a foretaste of the pain awaiting her. Kenny, she saw, was already shuffling vaguely towards the oak trestle that had witnessed so many earlier beatings, and his fingers were already pulling nervously at his belt in anticipation of their guardian's next order.
"And pull your _f_u_c_k_ing skirt right up, you little bitch", the voice went on. "And you, you little bugger, you might as well take your _f_u_c_k_ing pants right off". The two culprits knew that there was no mercy to be gained by prevarication. Alicia loosened the waist band of her navy skirt, knowing that Mazzy, as they called him, would only punish her the more if she could not comply and raise the skirt well above her waist.
As she moved towards the oak surface Alicia's fingers found the hem. Her skirt was almost her last protection from Muzzy's wrath. He normally required her to remove her knickers also, and she prepared herself to respond. She could feel the edge of the wood against her upper thighs as, in a single graceful movement, the skirt rose around her waist and she bent over the table, supporting herself a little on her elbows but feeling, nonetheless, the hard wood against her chest. "You round the other side", she heard Muzzy bark at her brother. He had taken his trousers off, but not his white pants, and he was hesitating as to where to lean. They both knew the usual routine, but Muzzy liked to vary their punishments in ways calculated to both hurt and excite their responses. When younger, before reaching an age and stature to merit being thrashed over the table, they had been subjected to beatings over the low bench, and Muzzy had always insisted that they face head to tail so that they had to observe their beatings cheek to arse. Whether it was a strap, a cane or a paddle, the effect of seeing their buttocks flayed, alternately and professionally, the one, and then the other, repeatedly and regularly, had led to a preoccupation with physical abuse that had marked them deeply. Now they were so much nearer adulthood it was harder to know how Muzzy would take them.
This time Kenny was ordered to hoist himself onto the table's edge so he could grip the other side, whilst his sister was allowed just to rest on her elbows. As a result, her face was almost level with her brothers buttocks, and she saw them contract in fear as they heard Muzzy's belt being withdrawn from his trousers. "I'll deal with you first, you bugger", said Muzzy as he approached Kenny's rear. Alicia saw the belt come down and leave an indent in her brother's underpants. She could imagine the deep red mark beneath the white cotton on her brother's left arse cheek. At the fourth stroke Kenny began to wimper, and at the eighth to howl. She felt sick in her loins and chest as the rhythmical crack of the belt drew forth cries of pain. After the twelfth stroke Muzzy paused, saying "What have we here" in the sarcastic tone that preceded further degredation. Approaching Kenny from behind he pulled the boy's pants down and off his legs and thrust his thighs apart, taking hold of a swelling penis with his right hand. "What do you make of that, Alicia', he asked softly. "It is a sign of wickedness, Sir", said the girl dutifully, for she had learned what Muzzy liked to hear. "Indeed, indeed. And what shall we do with it? What, to be more precise, shall you do with it, you little tart?" Alicia knew she must degrade herself further if she were to escape any portion of the intended punishment. "I might make it go away, if you instruct me, Sir", she replied eyeing her brother's stiff _c_o_c_k_ with mixed trepidation and yearning for its salty familiarity.
Muzzy took hold of Kenny's left leg and pulled him so that his loins swung to face his sister. She shifted her weight and took the prick in one hand, uncovering it's head with swift movements before bending forward to take it gently in her mouth. She remembered instantly its soft strength, its smell and taste, its volume in her young mouth and throat. As she worked on it she saw Muzzy circle round behind her. Forcing her thighs apart with both hands he observed the siblings with cruel intent, their arses raised, each still covered in their white underpants, the bright red of Kenny's buttocks contrasting vividly with the white cotton pants stretched taughtly. Muzzy explored Alicia's cunt through the gusset of her panties. His touch was firm yet gentle, and she could not stop herself from lubricating beneath his fingers. "Randy as ever", commented Muzzy briefly as the cotton panties became damp. Kenny's sobs were turning to noises of gratification as his sister fellated him expertly. She withdrew the prick from her mouth for a moment, and Muzzy's hand struck her right buttock a searing blow that made her wince. He hit her again, and proceeded to spank her systematically despite the fact that she had returned dutifully to her task. She could smell the _s_e_x_ual juices she was producing as well as taste the traces of semen from her brother's _c_o_c_k_.
As Alicia felt the strengthening surge of Kenny's spunk shooting up from his hard balls, the door bell rang. It was a strident ring, and the children's guardian turned away from the table. "Don't you two move, now", he warned, "I've not finished with you yet, not by a long chalk." Alicia met Kenny's eyes as he came in her mouth. His tear-stained eyes and open mouth, with full red lips and panting breath encouraged her to suck the prick lovingly and expertly. She wanted to let it go and pull down her skirt, but long experience of the consequences of disobedience restrained her. Footsteps in the hall gre louder, and they heard an unknown male voice together with the cheerful and excited boom of Muzzy's voice. "Come along in here", said Muzzy to the visitor, "I've something you will appreciate."