Story -- Big Sister -- 1. "Life is Fair" (F/f nc)
Haley Brimley
Michaels. We created the setting together and co-wrote this part. Those that
will follow will be written by either she or myself. You know those stories
of adult-teenager spankings full of family loving discipline? You read 'em?
Good. This is not it. lol To those attending spanking-related Yahoo!
Groups this is a repost, with minor corrections. Part 2 coming tomorrow.
Thanks!
--Big Sister--
1. "LIFE IS FAIR"
(F/f nc hard, voy)
by Ashley Michaels
and Haley Brimley
When Edward Randolph married his wife, Elaine, she was already in her early
thirties. Their early attempts to have children were unsuccessful so when
Elaine was thirty-five they adopted a three year old girl from an orphanage
in Romania. They renamed the girl Laura and brought her back to the US.
Shortly thereafter, Elaine became pregnant and one week before Laura's
fourth birthday gave birth to a set of twins. That event signaled a rather
abrupt end to the Randolphs' doting on the adopted little girl.
Edward Randolph pursued a high-powered professional career as a corporate
attorney. His wife, Elaine, pursued an active social life with the country
club set. When the children were younger, a nanny took care of them but when
Laura turned twelve, the hired caretaker was no longer deemed necessary. It
then became Laura's task to see that Wendy and Peter not only were safe and
cared for, but also did their homework and chores. It was a responsibility
that the precocious pre-teen took most seriously.
No doubt this display of responsibility was aided by the Randolph's
disciplinary techniques, most specifically their use of spanking. For the
older girl this meant double jeopardy as she was held responsible for the
actions of her siblings as well as her own. And while the Randolphs seemed
to have precious little time for supervising their children, they
nonetheless made the time to implement a formalized punishment ritual that
extended and enhanced the actual spanking experience for the girl.
When only the older girl fell from grace, the spanking was a relatively
private affair. After Elaine's pronouncement of the sentence, Laura would
usually be sent to the maternal bedroom to prepare for her spanking. This
meant fetching a straight-backed chair, placing it prominently in the center
of the bedroom, and procuring any requested aids such as a hairbrush or
slipper. Sometimes she'd be directed to "present herself for punishment".
This latter procedure involved Laura neatly lifting her dress and slip well
above her waist and kneeling on the chair seat. The door was to remain wide
open and if either of Laura's siblings was free to observe the panty covered
behind and listen to the soft sniffles of their anxious older sister. Once
Mrs. Randolph entered the room, the younger children were obligated to leave
and close the bedroom door. Mrs. Randolph considered it inappropriate for
Wendy and Peter to watch their older sister receive a spanking, unless they
were somehow connected. As we shall soon see that was more often the case.
Though Wendy and Peter loved their older sister, they often resented her
'goody-goodiness'. After all it was Laura's insistence on following all of
their parent's rules that interfered with their hanging out with friends,
watching TV and having fun. Laura didn't seem to care about friends, so to
Wendy and Peter, it was no big sacrifice on her part. But why did she have
to ruin 'their' lives. Thus, it was that when Laura was to be spanked
because of her own failings, Peter regarded it as poetic justice. When the
maternal hand or hairbrush began to fall against the surface of her older
sister's panties or bare skin, the boy would feel oddly gratified. It was
his revenge upon Laura for all the times he missed being with his friends.
Wendy, though generally more sympathetic to the plight of her older sister,
was also prone to fits of jealousy. This was often precipitated by visitors
or strangers complimenting Laura's attractiveness or maturity. Report card
time was another catalyst for such inward rage. Laura, studied very hard and
consistently received A's and B's. Wendy was less diligent and her grades
were typically in the 'C' range. Finally, when Wendy reached puberty, she
began to see Laura as more of a peer... and a rival who, every now and then,
needed to be taken down a peg. And, it was so easy to set Laura up for a
spanking.
On such occasions, Peter or Wendy, wanting to hear their sister 'get it',
but nervous about being caught, would strategically place themselves by
their bedroom door. Though Mrs. Randolph closed the door to Laura's room,
she never seemed to do it all the way. So, with a bit of effort, the younger
children could hear every word of their mother's crisp ominous lecture and
distinguish the first strains of Laura's sniffling sobs and tremulous "yes
Mommy's", "no Mommy's" and "I' m sorry Mommy's".
If Laura's offense merited use of the hairbrush then Peter and Wendy would
be further rewarded by a series of shrill screams sandwiched around a
symphony of sustained loud crying and pleas of "nnooo. Mommy..........
please... I'll be g... good." or "please. Mommy. not so hard.. I'll work
harder". Indeed, depending on the offense, Laura would repeatedly sob out
promises to "do her chores better", "study harder", "take better care of her
clothes."
These were always supplemented with the generic "please... Mommy.. I'll be a
good girl." Peter found these pleas rather amusing since his problem with
Laura was that she was such a good girl. To his thinking, Laura's
punishments usually had little to do with her not being a good girl.
Forgetful, yes; irresponsible sometimes but a 'bad' girl. never!
Often, upon completion of the spanking, Laura, red bottomed and crying,
would spend an additional thirty minutes in the corner, penitently holding
up her skirt and slip in back. Despite her tender years, Laura was mature
enough to understand and accept that these spankings, for her own personal
shortcomings, were necessary. Even while the tears and the smarting effects
of a recent spanking were still fresh she seldom expressed resentment about
such treatment. On the contrary, and to the exasperation of her
high-spirited younger siblings, Laura would actually defend the propriety of
their parent's strict rules.
On her own, Laura might earn a spanking several times a month. Thanks to her
younger siblings, she was frequently spanked twice or even three times in a
week. Often, the offending sibling would suffer a stern lecture and even be
sent to his or her room. Laura too would be lectured, but that was usually
just preliminary to being turned over the parental lap and spanked for
'laziness' or 'irresponsibility'. This disparity of treatment was, of
course, not lost upon Laura. But, she quickly learned that attempts to
debate this issue were not only futile but dangerous as well.
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One such occasion occurred when Mrs. Randolph called Peter and Laura on the
carpet because Peter's bedroom was a mess. "Peter, I'm very disappointed
about this", Mrs. Randolph lectured. "Now you march yourself right back into
that room and don't you even think of leaving until it's up to snuff."
"But, Mom, the guys will be calling for me.."
"I'm sorry, Peter! I believe I made myself quite clear! Now march!"
This time the boy turned and left to execute his mission.
Mrs. Randolph then turned to Laura. "I'm also quite disappointed with you
too, Laura. I count on you to help me out with your younger brother. I don't
know what you were doing, instead of checking on his room, nor do I much
care. The bottom line is that you didn't take care of what I needed you to
take care of." These words were said with a tone of sadness.
"I'm very sorry, Mommy", said Laura, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"I can't have that Laura", the woman observed. Then, her eyes narrowing,
Mrs. Randolph stiffened noticeably. "I said I can't have that Laura.. And I
won't have it! You are going to be punished! Go to your room and wait for
me!"
Laura now knew she was in for a spanking, but something, other than fear,
was bothering her. Her legs froze in place and her mother looked at her as
though she were directly challenging his authority. The look scared her, but
still the injustice of it all was too much to bear..
"Please.... Mom. It's so unfair. Peter's supposed to clean his room and I'm
the one getting punished. That's just so un.."
Her mother's icy stare made her close her mouth as quickly as she opened it.
What had she gotten herself into?
"So, Laura, you're presupposing to tell me how to raise children, are you.
We've been through this before so I may not explain it as patiently as I did
the last time. You're fifteen years old and I don't think it unreasonable to
expect more from you. I expect you to be a mature and responsible young
lady. When you are, I treat you as such." Mrs. Randolph paused here for
effect. Arching her eyebrows, she continued, "And when you are not; when you
act immature and irresponsible, then you are also treated as such. Act like
an immature little girl and you'll get punished like a little girl."
Laura turned red. Her mother had completely ignored the real issue. Still,
observing her mother's increasingly sterner countenance, she immediately
regretted provoking the woman, as she sensed that she would likely pay for
that later.
"Please... Mom.. I'm sorry."
"For what?" her mother remarked dryly. "Being irresponsible or for arguing
with me about your punishment? You're going to be spanked for both, you
know."
Tears sprung to Laura's eyes, and she decided it would be prudent to comply
with her mother's instructions like she should have in the first place. So
she turned and trudged up the stairs reluctantly. She thought again of how
unfair it all was and the 'discussion' that she'd just had. All she'd
accomplished was to earn herself another spanking.
She waited upstairs and pouted. She knew she was right. She still wanted to
argue... but to what avail?
A few minutes later, Mrs. Randolph entered Laura's room carrying a large,
wooden hairbrush. Laura paled when she saw it. Mrs. Randolph was all
business now. Approaching the foot of Laura's twin bed, Mrs. Randolph sat
down heavily. "Now Laura", she intoned flatly, "which spanking do you want
first; irresponsibility or arguing?"
Laura suspected that one of the spankings would be by hand and the other
with the brush but she wasn't sure. She figured however that 'arguing'
sounded too much like disrespect and that she knew was very serious. She
drew a deep breath and opting for what she hoped would be the less rigorous
of her chastisements, she drew in a deep breath and carefully weighed the
right words to use for her response. "Please.. Mommy.. h... help me to be
uhhhhhh... m.. more responsible..."
Elaine was pleased by the words and tone of her daughter's 'request'. For
the first time, her features softened and the hairbrush was conspicuously
placed on the bed. A small smile played upon her lips. "Very well Laura,"
she nodded. "Pull down your panties."
The girl flushed deeply and uttered a low moan but her hands quickly
disappeared beneath her dress. When the panties were at Laura's knees, her
mother guided the trembling teen over her lap. She raised the back of Laura'
s dress, baring her bottom.
She ran her hand over the surface as if appraising the contours and
appraising strategy. "How old are you Laura?" Mrs. Randolph said, asking a
question that often accompanied a punishment for 'immaturity'.
"I. I'm f. fifteen Mom," Laura answered with a quivering voice.
"That's not how you've been acting. Let's see if this helps. What's fifteen
times two?"
"It's... thirty, Mom."
Laura's mother nodded her approval. Her left arm curved round the girl's
back and firmly pulled her closer. The right hand went up in the air and
came down with a resounding smack on the surface of her daughter's right
buttock. It flamed instantly. The sounds continued at steady ten second
intervals, until the prescribed twenty eight smacks were administered. Laura
lay there, like a good girl, crying quietly while the spanking was being
administered.
Mrs. Randolph's harsh slender hand steadily reddened the tender surface of
the girl's naked buttocks. Sweet tears flowed like rivers, but Laura didn't
cry out. For even as her bottom erupted in flames, Laura was determined not
to 'carry on', but to take her punishment with 'maturity'. There would be no
shrieking or loud crying; just soft steady ladylike weeping. That, she knew,
would not be the case during her upcoming appointment with the hairbrush.
And facts proved her right. When her mother's hand had stopped spanking,
Laura had restrained herself from the desperate need to rub. She rested her
face on one side and looked at the wall through blurred eyes, the bed sheets
soaked with her warm tears as her pillow. Everything seemed and felt warm,
hot even, especially where it was supposed to be as hot as hell - and she
knew this was nothing still. Oh how she would have enjoyed something cooler
back there... but the hard, if temporary cool, wood of the heavy red maple
hairbrush tapping against her nether cheeks wasn't exactly what she had in
mind. Her soft crying went up a notch when she remembered the impending
hairbrush spanking that somehow she was forgetting about.
"Now, Laura," Mrs. Randolph spoke, the usual resolute, stern tone back in
her voice. "Your father and I will have no daughter of ours miss her duties
as an older sister... but even more than that, we won't have her forgetting
her duties towards us, young lady." She punctuated the last word with a
crisp smack of the hairbrush, not severe but hard enough to get the girl's
attention.
Laura gritted her teeth and muttered a subdued 'ow!' when the sting was
renewed. Years of experience told her this was nothing but a warning smack,
though.
"How dare you even question the punishments that your father and I impart
upon you, Laura Marie?"
CRACK! went the hairbrush again, and this time it was a tad harder. Laura
stifled another yelp, and instead broke down in a long series of apologies.
"I'm sorry Mommy, I... I just thought... but I was wrong... really wrong,
please, forgive me!"
The admission of her (unjust) guilt brought more tears to her eyes than the
spanking, at least thus far. As much as it was very, very common practice in
the Randolphs' household for Laura to have her bottom spanked, paddled,
strapped and goodness knows what else at remarkably short intervals, after
all those years it was still quite hard to get acquainted to the overall
injustice of it. True, some of her spankings were indeed deserved and Laura
had no-one to blame but herself... but others... so many others...
Mrs. Randolph wasn't giving it that much thought, though. "Nonsense, girl. I
thought we had straightened out your manners a long time ago," she remarked,
remembering a particular harsh punishment when Laura had openly defied her
parents' instructions. To say that the spankings, and all that had come with
them, had lasted from dawn till dusk would not be an understatement... but
that's another story.
Presently, Laura just had to agree with her mother's statement not to incur
her wrath any further, so she showed herself compliant by nodding her head
and muttering: "Yes Mommy... I'm so sorry..." As time passed her voice
sounded meeker, more like a child's. "Please I... m-maybe I need to be re..
reminded to b. be.. Uhhhhh .... more.. uhh. uhhh.. respectful..." She said
that almost in a whisper, that didn't go unnoticed to her attentive mother.
The woman nodded firmly, pressed her hand down hard on the small of the girl
's back, raised the large, heavy hairbrush with the other arm well above her
shoulder and landed a smack of ferocious strength across both of Laura's
pink bottom cheeks, leaving a white oval imprint that soon turned dark pink.
"Yeooowww!" The girl rewarded her effort with a full-fledged scream, as her
head cocked up and her legs went flailing around, making her white cotton
panties slid down to her ankles.
"For Goodness' sake, Laura, control yourself!" Mrs. Randolph scolded. She
and her husband accepted crying and moderate squirming, as Laura knew very
well, but such loss of the proper position was not something she tolerated.
Nor rewarded.
"I'm sorry ma'aaaahhhhm!!"
The hairbrush found its spot again and again, several very hard and very
fast swats to Laura's left cheek, then the same treatment was applied to her
right one. Mrs. Randolph stopped after the brief spanking frenzy, that the
girl interpreted as punishment for her 'lack of composure'. Whatever it was,
it painted an uniform red all over her prominent, well-formed nates. Laura
felt a fire burning more and more fiercely in her hindquarters, and though
her hands were dying to scratch and knead at the almost unbearable itch, she
knew better. Again, memories of the day when she had done such a thing were
branded in her mind like a tattoo, and her hands stayed glued to the bed
comforter they were twisting.
It was Mrs. Randolph's style to give different types of spanking, so that
her young charge couldn't predict where the next blow would fall, or how
hard, or how soon after the previous one. But, truth be told, her husband
and she much preferred to have Laura's punishments drawn out for as long as
possible. There was something extremely appraising and rewarding at the
sight of the young girl writhing in crescent dismay as her agony was
prolonged beyond what was commonly acknowledged (certain spankings could
last a full two hours). The sight of red-bottomed Laura crying in earnest
like the submissive child she was, trying not to kick her legs too much and
to keep from rubbing her tush, her increasing promises to be a good,
wonderful, perfect girl for herself and her siblings were just light to
their eyes and music to their ears. It showed, if proof was ever needed,
that the girl could benefit from the time-honored method of scalding her
bottom for misbehavior. Hers or the twins', that is. So, the slow spanking a
pproach was favored, in the end.
And a slow, albeit very hard, hairbrush spanking was exactly what Laura got
from that moment on. Mrs. Randolph raised the implement above her head and
cracked it down across both cheeks, and sit-spots, and the backs of Laura's
thighs as well. She spanked from top of the buttocks down to Laura's legs,
halfway between bottom and knee hollows, knowing that some redness would
show under a short dress or a pair of shorts. The woman made a mental note
to command Laura to wear such for a few days, so that everyone in the
neighborhood would see how discipline was still a predominant issue in her
home.
Meanwhile, the fifteen-year-old had lost all of her big girl bravado and
willingness to take her spanking in a ladylike way, and was bawling her
heart out under the tremendous blows. She sobbed heavily as promise after
promise to be a good girl fell on deaf ears and the hard brush just kept
descending. It did so for several more minutes, despite the dark-red,
tending to purplish bruises now forming on her flesh.
Unbeknownst to her, that was annoying the perfectionist Mrs. Randolph, who
remembered something Laura's pediatrician had said when visiting the girl
after a fight in school (one Laura had been soundly strapped for, of
course): "My, does this girl bruise easily!". How unfortunate that was. So,
knowing the punishment was not being nearly as effective as it looked, Mrs.
Randolph gathered all of her strength and spanked even harder, really making
Laura feel sorry for whatever crime she and her siblings might have ever
committed in their young lives.
But one's downfall is someone else's rise, and true enough, one dirty-blond,
cross-armed eleven-year-old boy with a smirk on his face was nodding firmly
at the sounds of the spanking coming through the closed door he was leaning
against. His twin sister walking in the hallway caught his eye, blonde long
hair and the cutest upturned nose. Peter raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Wendy smiled back but sighed.
"What?" Peter inquired.
"Nothing, just..."
"Oh come on. I've seen you giggle more than once when she was getting it."
He was speaking in an undertone, but still got away from the door and
approached his sister: being caught was something they both knew it was
better to avoid. Their parents could talk their ears off when they were
caught in a misdeed, and that was so annoying! It seemed as though they
could go on talking forever, and how is one supposed to listen with Laura's
weeping in the background?
"Yeah well but I'm still sorry," Wendy shrugged. "I kinda like her, ya
know."
"Aww I know, and I am sorry too," Peter said, turning serious and placing
his hands on his sister's shoulders. Then he withdrew and smiled coldly.
"Sorry I don't have a webcam in there."
"Oh Peter!" Wendy said, her mouth gaping open. She bit her tongue for
speaking out too loud and lowered her voice. "I mean... alright, she's
getting her just desserts. But I know that you didn't tidy your room on
purpose."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you say that?"
Wendy rolled her eyes and mouthed: "Duh!"
"Well, I'm not that cruel..." A particularly loud wail came from the room,
soon followed by a dozen crisp and fast smacks that, by the sound of it,
were falling on the backs of Laura's slightly pudgy thighs. Peter couldn't
repress a snicker. "I mean, not this time, heh. Hey, what's wrong with you
anyway, sis? Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes can use a blistering every now
and... and now." Another snicker.
Wendy couldn't help but giggle too at that, covering her mouth with a hand.
She was sorry for Laura, though, because she knew all too well that
'blistering' wasn't by any means an understatement. If she knew her mother's
ways, and indeed she did, in the evening she would be helping Laura put
lotion on an awfully crimson bottom covered in welts and bruises.
*If* her mother or father were in such a generous mood to even allow lotion
for Laura in the first place, that is.
--- END OF PART ONE ---
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Alvaro G
> Hey all. This story was written in tight cooperation with Ashley
> Michaels. We created the setting together and co-wrote this part. Those that
> will follow will be written by either she or myself. You know those stories
> of adult-teenager spankings full of family loving discipline? You read 'em?
> Good. This is not it. lol To those attending spanking-related Yahoo!
> Groups this is a repost, with minor corrections. Part 2 coming tomorrow.
> Thanks!
This story was delightful to read. So well-written and, oh, so unfair. Thanks!
AG