'Her Sister's Keeper' -- Bared Affair #2.07 (F/f Spoof)
Angie B
From the this month's edition of...
BARED AFFAIR: For old-fashioned ladies and the modern-minded girls in their
care.
#2.07, August 2004
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HER SISTER'S KEEPER
When sibling rivalry takes a painful turn.
By Seegee
Although parents are generally the principal providers of punishment in most
households, there are times when all girls can use the guiding and loving
hand of a sister. We examine several relationships where siblings have had
to take over the task of being their sister's disciplinarian.
How much does sibling rivalry come into play? Not only are sisters close
physically, but also emotionally. Sometimes when two girls are used to
competing, it is only natural for one to take special pleasure in defeating
the other -- especially when that defeat entails a bottom-warming.
Oklahoma natives Rebecca and Annabelle Croft, age 17 and 19, are very
different for sisters. The older of the two is a good deal taller and a
striking blonde beauty, while the younger is a slender, mousy haired, shy
girl. Until recently Rebecca was very much in her sister's shadow, but
during our chat the younger girl did most of the talking. "Most of our lives
Anna has always been the golden girl, she was always better at sport and at
school and with boys. I don't think I ever had a teacher who didn't tell me
'You've got big shoes to fill!'"
Annabelle broke in. "Oh, c'mon! It wasn't that bad, and besides, I couldn't
let you win, how would you ever learn if I just gave in?"
Rebecca shot her sister a look and said, "It wasn't a case of letting me
win! You used to not only win at everything, but then you rubbed it in!"
Annabelle said nothing, but lapsed into a sullen silence.
"Things changed a few months ago," Rebecca continued with a smile. "Anna
came home from college for the holidays. Mom has always been strict with us
and when we're naughty its pants down and bottoms up over her knee for a
good smacking. Mom sprained her arm just before Anna arrived home. I'm not
sure if Anna forgot Mom's curfew or whether she thought that Mom couldn't
spank her with a sprained arm, but she dragged in at 3 a.m. and the sparks
flew."
"Actually," Annabelle interrupted the younger girl, "I thought that as an
adult at college the curfew no longer applied."
Rebecca could not help a somewhat smug smile as Annabelle lifted a little
off the couch and ruefully rubbed her rear. "Mom didn't say much either when
I did get home. She was waiting up, she just looked at me, said, 'Glad to
see that you are safe. You're also over three hours late. We'll discuss that
in the morning. Go to bed.'"
"Breakfast was fun," Rebecca took up the story with a giggle. "Mom read Anna
the riot act and then told me to fetch her hairbrush. I could hear Anna
protesting all the way in Mom's bedroom: 'I'm too old!', 'It's demeaning!',
'You can't, your arm is damaged.' She used every excuse in the book."
"And you loved it!" Annabelle accused her sister, blue eyes flashing.
"As a matter of fact, I did," Rebecca admitted. "The best bit was when Mom
told me that because of her sprained arm I was going to have to do the
honours. Anna's face turned about as red as I soon turned her bottoms-up.
With Mom watching, I grabbed Anna's wrist, threw her over my knee, whipped
up her night dress and as Mom told her not to resist, happily gave her a
good, old fashioned, butt burner. I spanked her with my hand until she was
howling and bright red and my hand was hurting. She absolutely squealed and
levitated when I blistered her with the back of the brush. I put Anna in the
corner and with her scalded bottom shining out from there. Mom and I had a
cup of coffee and discussed how even big college girls need their backsides
smacked from time to time."
Rebecca was smiling as Annabelle scowled and promised: "Wait until you step
out of line, brat, you'll find out that I spank better than you too."
Extreme Personalities, Extreme Punishments
Francesca Hernandez, 25, and Carmen Hernandez, 22, could easily pass as
twins despite the age difference. The Miami-based girls are tall, slender,
olive skinned Latin beauties with curtains of shimmering black hair. Carmen
has been diagnosed as having an "excessive" personality disorder:
everything she does, she does to excess. This can at times be an advantage,
but more often causes the young lady trouble. Just recently Francesca moved
in with Carmen to keep an eye on her, share living expenses and curb her
sister's excessive tendencies.
The 25-year-old began the interview. "With Carmie's problem she's never been
the easiest person to live with, but of everyone in the family I get along
better with her and I had a job nearby. So it was only logical that I was
the one that move in with her."
Carmen picked up the thread from there. "When Frannie moved in I had just
started to see a new therapist for my issue and she had recommended a
somewhat unique tactic to handle it. It was not one I was eager to try out."
Carmen blushed as her sister prompted her to reveal what the therapy
consisted of. "When I began to display signs of being excessive again,
Frannie was to bare my bottom and give me a good hard spanking. The
therapist thinks that physical deterrence is the most effective way of
dealing with my disorder."
"I know Carmie thinks that I've got the better end of the deal, but I really
don't," Francesca explained.
"Whose rear end gets set on fire?" the younger sister demanded.
"Yours," Francesca admitted, "but it's not easy to spank your little sister.
I cared for you most of the time growing up. Our parents never spanked us,
so it was kind of a novel thing for us both." Francesca paused and sipped
her daiquiri, before continuing the story. "I didn't want to do it at first
and Carmen was really good. We only had one lapse and that was her going a
little silly with her credit card. I took it from her and cut it up, that
solved that, but then she came home drunk a few nights, and when she got
sent home from work for being smashed halfway through the day that was the
last straw. Carmie is an adult, I can remove alcohol from the house, but I
can't keep it out of her reach permanently. I decided that the time had come
to spank and I had to make it count. I was not having my baby sister turn
into a drunk."
Carmen dropped her dark eyes and murmured, "I don't think I'd ever seen
Francesca that angry, she was white hot and she just told me to go to bed
and sleep it off. I got up halfway through the next day, had a shower and
ate some thinly buttered toast. Francesca arrived home from work and that's
when things heated up."
"Mostly your bottom," Francesca said with a giggle. "I looked at Carmen and
my heart broke. She knew I was angry and that she'd messed up, but I also
knew that I had to punish her, no matter how much it hurt. I asked her if
she understood why I had to do this and she said yes, and that she deserved
it. I told her to take off her jeans and stand in the corner while I got
everything ready. I changed out of my work clothes and got the strap from my
room. I had it made specially." Francesca held up a broad, short length of
leather. "It's short enough to use over the knee and the therapist said that
I should spank in that position, it reinforces the bond between us."
"It sure reinforces something," the 22-year-old muttered, rubbing her
shapely bottom.
Francesca chuckled and described what happened. "I told her to come out of
the corner and helped her across my lap. I took down her panties and she has
such a pretty bottom, it was a shame to ruin it with a spanking. I found
that even though I'd never spanked before it was something that came
naturally to me. I was fascinated by the way her cheeks flattened out and
then rounded again under my hand and how they went from white to pink. She
was bawling and hot pink when I picked up the strap. I drew it across her
bottom and she started to beg. I made her howl: 'I will not get drunk
again!' with each stroke. I gave her one for every year of her age, and she
was boiling and her bottom was crimson by the time I was done. I held her in
my arms and let her cry afterwards. I haven't had to spank her since."
"You won't if I have anything to do with it," Carmen sighed.
"Just remember the strap is here if I ever need it, young lady," Francesca
reminded her younger sister.
Demerit System
Aussie lasses Barbara, Christine and Carlene Broadley, ages 16, 18 and 20,
had been brought up in with spanking as the preferred disciplinary method.
As their parents were firm believers in bare bottom discipline, all
punishments were handled by their mother once the girls reached their teens.
Unfortunately, Mrs Broadley passed away six months prior to our interview.
The girls' behaviour took a turn for the worse following their mother's
death. Their father let it go for a while and then decided that spanking had
to be reintroduced into their lives. He implemented a demerit system. The
girl with the least demerits at the end of a fortnightly period would
administer a spanking to the sister or sisters with the most. It was,
strangely enough, sixteen-year-old Barbara who earned the least demerits,
although when we spoke to the sisters we discovered that the youngest girl
was not necessarily less mature than her elder siblings.
"Chrissie and I were stunned when Daddy told us that Barbie was the best
behaved girl," explained Carlene, a tall slender girl with long, jet black
hair and a wry smile.
"I still don't know how she did it," mused Christine, shorter than Carlene
with soft brown wavy hair and gentle features.
"I was good, that was all," Barbara, the same height as Christine, told her
sisters, fluffing her clouds of red brown hair, green eyes sparkling.
"Besides, I really wanted to whack the two of you."
The other two smiled at each other, rubbed their bottoms and all three girls
burst into peals of laughter.
"We felt so silly," Carlene admitted, "going into Daddy's study, dropping
pants and undies to ankles and standing in the corner waiting for Barbie to
come in and spank us."
"I got it first," Christine said. "Barbara called me over and bent me over
her knee. I was really nervous too, because she brought in the big wooden
spoon that Mummy used to spank us with."
"I used my hand first," Barbara relayed, "but I'd learned from all those
trips over Mummy's knee and Chrissie was yelping and bouncing all over as I
smacked her good and proper. I paid special attention to her sit spots, I
know how much she hates that. She was hot to the touch and glowing when I
decided she was done."
Christine blushed deeply as the details of her chastisement were made
public.
"It was absolute agony listening to Chrissie get it and not being allowed to
see anything," Carlene broke in. "I could hear the slaps and her squeals and
I knew Barbie doll was really giving it to her. My bottom started to tingle
as I imagined myself in her place."
"She didn't have to imagine long," Barbara continued. "I sent Christine back
to the corner to sniffle and cool off a little and told Carly to come to me.
She shuffled to me and I upended her."
"For a little thing, she can really smack!" Carlene exclaimed, but could not
keep the giggles out of her voice.
"Carly's always been the softie of us three and it was no different over my
knee, to Mum's. She was wailing in no time and I soon had her kicking as my
hand cooked her bottom. She reddened up much quicker than Chrissie and her
bottom looked like two scoops of strawberry ice cream when I let her up."
Carlene shook her head and her face flushed as she recalled the punishment.
"After that," Barbara went on, "I put the both of them over the back of the
sofa, got them to push their bottoms up nice and high and counted out twelve
real stingers with the spoon. Daddy didn't need to see their bottoms to know
I'd spanked them properly. Their tear stained faces told him all he needed
to know."
"We slept on our tummies that night," Christine confessed.
"I can't wait until Daddy tallies up the demerits next time," Carlene
enthused. "I've been ever so good and I think Miss Barbara's bottom will
find out how hard sister Carly can spank this time."
Sisterly Spanking in the U.K.
Scotswomen Gemma Downey, 18, and Amber Downey, 23, are both blonde and
petite. Young Gemma is a little on the plump side. It is Gemma's first year
in college and as she is attending a university a good deal from the
Edinburgh family home, she was only allowed to go on the proviso that she
shared an apartment with older sister Amber and did as she was told. Amber
would be taking on the role of surrogate parent.
Amber gave her little sister a hug and began the story. "Gem moved in with
me and was all excited at first, she promised to do everything I told her
and make me proud of her. She did really well for the first couple of
months, and then things changed."
Gemma frowned and interjected, "You're allowed to hang out with who you want
and do what you want and go where you want."
Amber regarded her younger sibling with cool blue eyes and told her, "I am
23 years old. I have a job, I bring home money, I pay all the rent, and I've
already completed a college degree. When you are doing those things and have
finished school then you can do as you want. Until then, I'm the boss, young
lady."
Gemma flicked dirty blonde hair out of her eyes and pouted.
"You can see what I'm up against," Amber said with a wan smile. "Gemma
started to hang with a wild crowd, come home late, goof off and in general
lose interest in school. I understood it. I think every young girl given her
independence from parental influence may do that."
"So says the girl who dropped psychology two years into her degree," Gemma
retorted.
"Do you want me to use the paddle right now?" Amber asked pointedly.
Gemma paled, pressed into the couch and answered in a small voice. "No,
Amber."
"Then hush up and let me finish this story," the older sister scolded. "I
let it slide, but then she flunked a class and that was it. I couldn't let
that pass. I rang Mom. I explained what had happened and then passed the
phone to Gemma. I don't know exactly what Mom said to her, but she was as
white as a sheet when she hung the phone up and very shaken."
Sensing that all eyes were on her, Gemma outlined what her mother had said
to her. "Mom told me that I needed a good spanking and that I had to ask
Amber to give me one. It's bad enough that I had to be spanked. I'm not ten
years old anymore, but to have to ask Amber for it, that was truly hideous."
"She was so cute," Amber remembered with a giggle, "standing there, hands
clasped in front of her, tears spilling out of her eyes and whispering
'Please, Amber, will you spank me?' I told her to get into the corner whilst
I got everything ready for a rump roasting. I went and got the paddle, it
was the same one Mom used on us growing up. Mom sent it to me when Gem moved
in."
Amber held up a sturdy, little novelty paddle. It was rectangular in shape
and one side had the legend: 'Show her that you care and spank her soundly
bare!', below that was a picture of a cartoon bear standing in the corner
with a glowing red bottom, the other side was polished smooth from regular
use on a pair of disobedient rears.
"I just about wet myself when Amber told me to turn around and she was
holding that horrible paddle. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamt
about burning it," Gemma said vigorously.
Amber smiled, she had entertained fantasies about the paddle's fiery demise
herself during her younger years. "I did things the same way Mom did. Asked
Gem to take off her skirt and panties then lay over my knee. She was good
about it and did as told. I placed the paddle on her plump little globes and
just moved it around slowly while she relaxed into my lap, then I gave it to
her. Pop, pop, pop went the paddle and owww, ooowwww, owwwww, went our
little 'gemstone'. She was soon kicking and squealing. I paddled sternly,
just like Mom always did, and Gemma was cherry red and stove hot when I was
done. I settled her into my lap and let her cry it all out before putting
her to bed. She hasn't failed another class since. And if she does, rest
assured Professor Paddle will give her another lesson in Spanking 101."
SEEGEE is Bared Affair's Australian bureau chief.
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