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on: June 12, 2019, 02:11:03 PM
I wanted to dedicate this story to two boys, simple, majetones and good friends, who encourage me to write another story. That's why I decided not only to dedicate them to them, but also to make them the protagonists. It's called:



DEAR LITTLE COUSINS



I always get along very well with my dear little cousins, Antonio and chico. When I was younger, I had to take care of them when my uncles asked me to, because I am a little older than them, with a great sense of order, discipline and responsibility and they always earned my affection, my mimes and my lashes when necessary, because not in vain, their backsides tasted my little hands and my shoes when I considered it necessary. My uncles even congratulated me on a great performance, because they told me that I was the only one who made them enter the sidewalk when they had too many nightmares. At the very least, their pants and underwear fell down their legs and gave them a beating but based on good, until more calm and with red ass, they got up from my knees and gave me a kiss of good cousins, between tears.



Those days are over. We grew older and each one of us went our own way. Some of us got married and divorced, others remained single or had girlfriends, we changed cities and of course, we stopped seeing each other, except that due to mournful or happy matters, we met again.  On one of those happier occasions, the central part of my story takes place.



During the wedding of one of our cousins in common on the father's side, the memories of our childhood returned to our minds. In the reunion everything was joy, kisses, hugs and tears of emotion. The three cousins together again. We were a little more changed, but we still loved each other like the first day. We agreed that to sleep, they would spend the night in my house. The girls were camping and the oldest traveling with the groom, despite my displeasure. Before we left we had a very big fight, because I don't think it's quite right that with your coming of age, you have to go with a maromo, that you know how long they will last and what they won't do, you understand me, as mothers or fathers that you are. I threatened to leave her without a tip, but my mother's love allowed me and I let her go, but with one condition, that like a month this new guy she goes out with, "a pint" for the first time I saw her I thought so, I left her or she left her, I think to warm up her ass based on good and in that, she knows me as I spend them.



But what I was going to. My cousins Antonio and boy came to the wedding without a partner. There were soba beds at home so that they could sleep over, apart from the fact that for the most beloved family, I gave myself "I don't know what" that they had to pay for a hotel for one night only and that they are not usually economic precisely. But it all went wrong.



The day before the wedding of Pili, our cousin, we had a strong argument, my cousins and me. I honestly thought they'd have some more education over time, but I was wrong. It all started with a little joke they wanted to play on me and I didn't like it at all. I left them alone in the living room, watching TV. I don't know what football match I don't know what the end was, because football is a subject that I was fed up with.  Well, I told them I was going to take a quick shower before I made them dinner and I left him there, gawping in front of the TV. But to my displeasure, they disappointed me, because neither short nor lazy, like pillines, I caught them infraganti spying on me, while I began to undress myself. They were so silly, that they could be heard laughing behind the door, at the same time that they made joking comments that don't come to mind. I can't stand it, my dignity as a woman was on the floor and I got so upset that I came out of the bathroom crying. They were petrified.  They thought I was going to play along, and they were wrong. I went to the room weeping from disgust and raging, crying out for revenge. They recognized their mistake, but they were going to pay for it. They knocked on my bedroom door, shyly, knowing how I spend them when I get angry.



Cousin, cousin, come on, don't be silly... it was a joke - they excused themselves Antonio and Chico.



Across the room, quiet. They insisted, but they were not going to soften me with their false apologies. So neither short nor lazy, I took one of the belts from my clothes drawer, the hardest and most flexible I could find, and I left my room, with him by the hand, violently opening the door and speaking to them with extreme harshness, determined to give them a good lesson:



Do you remember how I used to spend them when you were little, don't you," I said, giving me small blows on the hand with the belt, in a threatening way.



Yes, yes," they both replied shyly.



As if we had recovered our lost childhood, they let themselves be carried away by my orders without complaint, as if they were used to it and years had not passed:



Well, go to the lounge then, take off your pants and underwear, lie down on the lounge table with your ass in pomp, I'm going right now.



They obeyed ipso facto. The minute I took off my robe, because it was not my plan to show my shames - although they had already seen them unfortunately and to my shame - in the din of the whip, for every crack of my pink robe. When I arrived at the salon, I saw two precious little asses offering themselves for punishment, completely naked and waiting for their belt ration, one next to the other. I kept them waiting, and I don't think I let them down. I turned up the volume of the television, even though I changed the channel and they had no football, because it was not acceptable for the neighbors to hear what was happening in my house.



I didn't even bend the belt, I extended how long it was, close to the subway, I took impulse and proceeded with the punishment, not before abroncarles again:



There will be 45 lashes, one for every year I have, you hear me?" I said harshly.



Yeah, yeah, cousin, they babbled. And I started the punishment. I first ordered them to count every scourge they received.



ONE



<FONT COLOR=#38B0DE>-==- PROUDLY PRESENTS



ONE



AYY



TWO



<FONT COLOR=#38B0DE>-==- PROUDLY PRESENTS



(ZAS ZAS)



FOUR, FIVE



(ZAS, ZAS)



(ZAS)



(ZAS)



.....AYYYYYYYYYYYYYY shouted boy with boiled ass.



Their asses were reddening, filling with stripes of the same heat. You, dear cousins, were begging me to stop the fifteenth scourge, but I wouldn't forgive you so easily; on the contrary, I would take up the beating even more vigorously.



-(ZAS, ZAS)



-FIFTEEN, TWENTY...



(ZAS,ZAS)



By the time you were twenty, you were crying. Your penis was really hard, about to explode. Scream:



If you come and stain my furniture, the punishment will be double.



And you held back, 



(ZAS...ZAS...ZAS...ZAS)



You endured as you could, without mail, but with a few tears...small tears, especially Antonito. 



(ZAS, ZAS)



By the time I'm done, your hot asses were shining in the living room and your penises, raised like masts, made me laugh. You didn't care that I saw you like this, there was trust. You climbed your underwear and pants carefully, because your ass was itchy but a lot, you gave me a kiss and on my orders, you went to bed without dinner and without TV, as when you were kids, crying, but with an inner smile from ear to ear for the beating received.



A little kiss friends


 

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