Soon, Jack’s tender ass was a mass of angry, red welts from the top of his
skinny thighs to the small of his back. When she finally stopped and
let him up, his face was soaked with his tears.
“Pull your panties up, little girl, that’s not a polite way to stand
in front of people,” Lisa said in condescending tones, pointing to
Jack’s cock, which much to his horror, was pointing back at Lisa. As
he hurriedly pulled up his panties, he was even more embarrassed to
realize Lisa’s finger was bigger.
Jack stood there for what seemed like hours as the two girls
just giggled and stared at him, mocking everything about him.
“She’s a little baby girl, isn’t she?” Debbie laughed, poking him
from behind in his pained ass. “There was hardly any meat on that
ass when I started smacking it and I don’t think there was much left
when I got through!”
“Look at those legs, look at those arms,” Lisa said, wrapping her
giant hands around his pale, scrawny appendages. “He needs some
exercise.”
Lisa’s eyes met Debbie’s and they all popped open wide.
“The tricycle!!” they both giggled at once, and Lisa was off to
the cellar.
Jack’s shoulders drooped. His stepdaughter thundered back up
the stairs with her old trike in hand. She plopped it in the middle of
the living room and motioned for Jack to sit on it. He tried, but his
ass was too tender and he shot back up straight, his face a mask of
pain. Lisa smiled and ran off to the bathroom to come back with a
thick bath towel, which she folded and put on the seat. Jack gingerly
settled himself down and lifted his bare feet to the hard rubber
pedals.
“Move it, little girl,” Lisa ordered. “Show your big sisters how
well you ride.”
He rode, but not well. It had been at least 40 years since he sat
on a tricycle and even for a man of his diminutive size, the fit was
not a comfortable one. His knees splayed out to the sides and he
hunched over the handlebars trying his best to pump his skinny legs
to get the damn thing to move. When it did, it lurched forward in
starts and stops, all to the giggling delight of the giant tormentresses
who stood watching him.
“Keep going, Jacqueline!” Debbie goaded him. “C’mon, girl,
practice harder!”
Jack tried and finally managed to get something of a rhythm
going, rocking his legs up and down as hard as he could until he
found himself moving in a fairly smooth circle around the living
room, lapping the coffee table and both of the girls who presented
the largest obstacles in the room, save for a large entertainment
center against one far wall. As he rode, his ass throbbed in his
strawberry panties. He found himself making bigger circles as he
strained to keep the trike from running into anything. On one pass,
his outstretched knee brushed an end table and caused a crystal vase
on it to teeter dangerously before Lisa reached out to steady it.
“You better be careful, little girl,” she warned him. “That’s my
mother’s favorite vase and if anything happens to it, that pain in
your ass is going to seem like nothing more than a stubbed toe ! “
Carefully, Jack tried to wind his path into a tighter circle
around the coffee table and the two girls, but when he slowed down,
they kept egging him on to go faster. Again, he brushed the end table
and again the crystal vase came close to plummeting to the floor
before Lisa grabbed it, this time angrily. She steadied the vase and
stepped in front of Jack’s tricycle, stopping him in his wobbly tracks.
She stood, hands on wide hips, her schoolgirl skirt riding high on
tree-trunk thighs. She bent over and grabbed the metal pipes under
the trike’s seats and effortlessly lifted it, and its very frightened
rider, high in the air until his terrified eyes met her angry ones.
“I’m not telling you again, Jacqueline, if you’re going to ride
your bike in the house you have to be very, very careful,” she
scolded. “Now, are you going to be careful or do I turn your butt over
to big sister Debbie again?”
“No, please, I’ll be careful, I’ll be careful,” Jack whined,
watching with amazement as Lisa’s massive biceps quivered in the
muscular effort of holding him and the bike up steady. “Please, big
sister Lisa, give me another chance.”
Lisa smiled and slowly put him and the bike back down. Stepping
aside, she motioned with a sweep of her long, strong arm for
him to ride again. His legs chunked down on the pedals and the
bike again lurched forward unsteadily. His circles around the coffee
table and the girls again grew wider and he was sweating furiously
from the effort to keep the bike from straying. But on one pass, his
knee again banged the end table, this time knocking the vase off the
side. Debbie lunged and caught it in her long fingers just inches from
the hard-wood floor. Jack gasped. Lisa exploded.
“You little bad girl!!” she roared, reaching down with one hand
to pluck Jack from the trike like King Kong picking a native from the
ground for a quick snack. “You must be punished!!”
