Story -- Big Sister -- 3. "Big Sister Learns Not to Push (It)" (Ff/f nc)
Haley Brimley
myself, even though I have written this one on my own only. Part four coming
some time this month. Thanks for reading!
--Big Sister--
3. "BIG SISTER LEARNS NOT TO PUSH (IT)"
(Ff-f nc very hard, voy, mild sadism)
series created by
Ashley Michaels
and Haley Brimley
Elaine Randolph was sitting and reading a book, when she heard raised voices
coming from upstairs. As she entered the room from which the shouting was
emanating, she saw her fifteen year old daughter, Laura, push her younger
sister Wendy hard. That was all the woman needed to see. Spinning the older
girl around by the shoulder, she slapped her face hard.
Frightened and hurt, Laura burst into tears. Mrs. Randolph was not
mollified. "Hit your little sister, will you?" she spat, "Well we'll see
about that. Put your hands down this minute!"
Laura forced her right hand to stop reaching for her damaged cheek. Instead,
she watched in terror, as her mother's hand rose again. "Please. Mommy.
nooooooo!" she pleaded hysterically, but to no avail. Two slaps rocked Laura
's head left, then right, wrenching plaintive sobs from the unhappy beauty.
"Please. Mommy. I can explain." Laura cried out.
"There is no explanation for hitting a younger child!" Laura's mother said
stonily. She reached out and grasped the girl's earlobe. "You're going to be
one sorry, young lady, Laura Marie, when I'm done with you. Now get over to
the bed. I'm going to give you a spanking you won't soon forget." As she
spoke, Mrs. Randolph jerked at the girl's earlobe.
"Ouuuwww. Mommy. please. my ear. it hurts!" cried Laura. But anxious to keep
her earlobe attached to her head, she obediently followed her mother to the
bed. Only when the woman was fully seated did she release her hold. Laura
clutched at her flaming ear and cheeks.
The girl had little time to comfort her damaged facial features, though.
"Pull those panties down, Laura Marie!"
Glancing over at her grinning younger sister, Laura clenched her little
fists as fresh tears sprang to her dilated eyes. "Please. Mommy. Please. I
beg you," she faintly articulated, "please not in front of Wendy. Don't let
her watch. please Mommy. Don't make me take my panties down in front of her.
Please. Mommy. please."
"I will say this once only, Laura Marie, and you had best pay attention to
it. I'm not only going to let Wendy watch while I spank you, I'm going to
let her spank you too. That will teach you not to hit younger children. Now
you get those panties down unless you'd like for me to have Wendy do that
too!"
That worked. The unhappy girl uttered a soft, stifled groan but reached
beneath her clothes, hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly took
her panties down to her knees. Mrs. Randolph's right hand shot out and
pulled Laura over her lap. Wendy's eyes went big as saucers. 'Wow', she
thought to herself excitedly; 'I'm going to see my big sister's privates.'
But even as Wendy was thinking this, up went the back of Laura's dress to
the small of her back, leaving two very pale bottom-cheeks, bare and
defenseless. Mrs. Randolph turned toward Wendy and smiled. "Do be a dear and
bring me Laura's hairbrush from her dresser."
"Sure, Mommy", the girl said enthusiastically. She wanted to see her sister
spanked really hard. and she was going to get her wish.
Still dangling over her mother's knees, Laura wasn't sure what was more
humiliating; the fact that Wendy was seeing her bare from the waist down or
the knowledge that the little girl would soon have a shot at her bottom too.
As if getting spanked by her mother in front of her wasn't demeaning enough
in itself.
However, all miserable thoughts were swept away from her mind as soon as she
saw the all-too-eager preteen return with the dreaded instrument in her
hands. Laura couldn't help it and started to cry softly to herself. What she
couldn't know, though, was that in addition to her eagerness Wendy was also
feeling a deep sense of respect. Holding that hairbrush was exciting and
scary at the same time: was it this heavy? She never would have believed it,
and could only imagine the great amounts of pain such a severe implement
could bring to Laura's bottom - especially her bare bottom.
"Here, Mommy," Wendy smiled at her mother as she handed the brush over.
"Why, thank you dear. Why don't you sit here and help Mommy by holding Laura
's ankles? She has this annoying habit of kicking, sometimes."
This time it was Wendy's turn to forget all about her thoughts. Her eyes
shone as she nodded and promptly took her place at her mother's side. While
Laura's face cheeks went crimson - and not just from the repeated slapping -
her mother gathered the girl's legs and lifted them so that her feet were
resting on Wendy's lap.
The little girl's jaw dropped as she realized she was going to actually see
a spanking, and even participate. Her mother's promise that she would be
allowed to spank Laura too had momentarily slipped from her mind. "Err...
what... what do I do, Mommy?"
"Just hold her feet really tight so your sister won't even think of going
anywhere. We must blister her bottom really good, and we don't want her
escaping, do we?" she added with a wink.
Again, Laura's humiliation caused her tears to increase. Mrs. Randolph had
spoken those words as if promising her daughter... her biological
daughter... a Sunday treat. But that was no picnic, and definitely not for
Laura. She felt her white-socked feet enclosed in Wendy's small hands, which
were gripping her ankles as hard as they could. Laura had this most
unpleasant feeling that she really wouldn't be going anywhere.
"So..." Mrs. Randolph's voice became icy cold again as she spoke to Laura.
"Fighting with your sister, Laura. You want to hurt a younger kid? You want
to bully Wendy around just because you're a few years older? Well, I'll have
none of that!"
And with that, she picked up the hairbrush from the bedspread and placed it
on Laura's trembling, waiting bottom cheeks. She rubbed it there in small
circles for a while, much to Wendy's enjoyment, as the child stared
mesmerized at the breathtaking sight.
Laura was of course much less enthralled. "Oh no please... please Mommy, not
the brush on the bare... I beg you... not with Wendy here..." she finished
in a barely audible whisper.
But Mrs. Randolph had heard alright, and she had very little tolerance for
fussing. She raised the heavy hairbrush and brought it down as hard as she
could on Laura's sit-spots - both of them, right in the centre, where she
knew some of the sting would get to a place that would make the girl scream.
And true enough, Laura's shriek was earsplitting.
Unprepared by her writhing, Wendy let one of Laura's feet escape her grip,
and she had a hard time taking hold of it again. "You must be firmer,
Wendy," her mother gently admonished. The child nodded and this time
practically hugged Laura's ankles, using her forearms as well as her hands
to keep her in place.
The fifteen-year-old, meanwhile, was crying in utter misery. Rarely had a
single smack hurt more than that one, and rarely if ever had a spanking
started in such fashion. She knew, once again, that arguing with her mother
to any degree warranted an extremely harsh reaction. That didn't help with
her sobbing, of course.
"Owww!... oh God... please Mommy... I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I'll be
gooooood..." Laura wailed in agony. And her spanking had barely started.
"You've said that many times, Laura," Mrs. Randolph scolded as another blow
fell on the girl's right bottom cheek, causing a fresh yelp and more tears.
"And you never are good for long. Am I allowed to think you are also a liar,
then?" WHACK! went the hairbrush on the left cheek.
"Aieee! Noooo Mommy I'm nooooot..."
"I want to hope so, Laura Marie." Another two smacks echoed through the air
sound as pistol shots, followed by the girl's high-pitched shrieks of pain.
"Because you know how liars are dealt with in this house."
Laura knew. Wendy knew. Peter knew. Everyone knew, and it was impossible to
forget. Poor Laura bawled like a child as the hairbrush ignited white hot
fire in her backside, and she twisted the comforter in her hands desperately
trying not to reach back. Any further movement was impossible, not with her
mother's free arm circling her bare waist - her shirt had ridden all the way
up to her chest - and Wendy the little imp's hands restraining her ankles.
Laura felt so helpless and vulnerable, held tight as if tied, like a
prisoner submitting to a whipping. Only, this was much worse in her book.
True, she was fighting with Wendy, and yes, perhaps she needed to be
punished; but it had been Wendy to start it, it had been her to be
unreasonable and whiney, and Laura had finally lost it and given her a tiny
small push. Fate had it that her mother would step in right that second, and
blame her totally for it. In Laura's opinion, Wendy was as guilty as she if
not more, but it wasn't Wendy to be upended over the maternal lap, with her
sister holding her ankles, her bottom bare and oh so soundly smacked by the
vicious hairbrush. No sir, Wendy was actually getting to watch, and to help,
and if her mother wouldn't change her mind, she would soon be smacking her
bottom too. Laura's only way to deal with the unfairness of it all was to
hang her head and cry, then cry again, and then cry some more.
Wendy's way was slightly different, or at least as different as her view
was. While Laura's eyes were too filled with tears to see anything beyond
her own misery, the little girl's were wide and registering every little
detail. Every time her mother's hairbrush spanked, and it did so at
five-to-ten seconds intervals, she could see an oval white blotch soon turn
to red, leaving a few distinct bruises where the brush edges had landed. Her
sister's bottom was a bright scarlet all over after less than twenty
smacks - yes, Wendy was keeping an accurate count - and Laura's shrieks and
pleas had increased accordingly minute after minute.
But Wendy also had other things in her eyes, and mind. She found the dance
of her sister's feet in her hands to be so very entertaining. The girl was
obviously trying to struggle free but could not, and that gave Wendy a
feeling of power over her that she was finding intoxicating. Laura would do
or not do what she, the baby of the house, allowed her to do or not do. And
whenever her big sister would get a little too frantic in her attempts to
escape, she would part her thighs and bend her legs at the knees as much as
she could. When that happened, Wendy would get a clear shot of Laura's
private, innermost places, and she would feel another wave of excitement
rushing over her.
She was going to be happy for quite a while, since Mrs. Randolph wasn't
showing signs of wanting to stop any time soon.
"You will be respectful and thoroughly obedient to us, who are your mother
and father," she said, then let the hairbrush kiss her daughter's right
sit-spot, leaving a crimson splotch. "You will be respectful and set an
example for your younger siblings, not take advantage of your age to fight
and be a bully to them." Another blow, harder, to the very same place. The
woman noticed that when she focused two, three or even four smacks in the
same spot, Laura's cries and promises to be good were more and more
vigorous.
So she delivered a couple more on the crease between the girl's right cheek
and right thigh, until that area was much too bruised for now to continue,
and a few nasty-looking ridges from the hairbrush's not perfectly smooth
borders had just appeared. Not a problem for Mrs. Randolph, who took on the
left side with equal strength, and causing similar reactions.
By now, Laura was a sobbing mess of a teenager. She blabbered almost
incoherently her vows to be the best-behaved daughter ever, and her throat
was so hoarse she could almost scream no more. Almost: when a sequence of
smacks would impact on the same spot again and again, she would let out the
occasional yell, but for the most part, her reaction to the atrocious
spanking limited to a long, loud and agonized sobbing howl.
Laura's bottom wasn't even aching anymore after the sixtieth smack or so -
she definitely had lost count, and very early into the spanking, for that
matter. Her derriere felt like one totally numb area, so she didn't even
notice when the spanking coming to an end, not right away at least. When she
realized the sounds of the falling hairbrush had stopped, she knew that she
was not being spanked anymore.
"You see, dear," Her mother's voice speaking to Wendy was barely audible in
the background. "Now Laura is one well-spanked girl. You can see it by two
facts, basically. One, she's not fighting anymore; did you notice how easier
it was for you to restrain her feet lately, say, in the last minute or so?"
Wendy nodded and smiled as she slowly released her grip on Laura's ankles
and rubbed her socked feet, her hands running gently along the sole, on the
toes and on the opposite side, squeezing delicately here and there.
"Good. And then, more importantly, you see the state of her bottom. It is
scarlet red all over, with the occasional bruise... like here," she pointed
at one with the hairbrush, "and here."
"Are..." Wendy fought to find the right words. She cleared her throat. "Are
those ridges normal, Mommy? Will they go away?"
Mrs. Randolph smiled warmly at the naive question of her young daughter.
"Aww, precious. Of course they are normal, and yes, they will be thoroughly
healed in a few days. Even earlier, if we allowed Laura to have some lotion
on them daily, but we want her to feel a lot of distress from those ridges
every time she sits down. Makes sense to you, honey?"
Again Wendy smiled and nodded as she kept massaging her sister's feet and,
now, ankles and lower legs. It made sense and, quite frankly, it was cool to
think about it. Though she often felt sorry for her, Wendy had to admit that
the sight of Laura squirming in her chair at lunch or dinner was a cute
sight. The little girl wasn't particularly fond of her parents when they
told Laura to sit still and properly unless she wanted another "trip to the
woodshed" (figuratively speaking), but she could secretly enjoy the older
girl's distress.
"Are all spankings you give Laura this bad, Mommy?" Wendy questioned again.
"No, dear, this is particularly harsh because fighting is something I don't
tolerate, and..."
"I... I'm so sorry about that, Mommy..." Laura started in a meek voice, but
three ferocious blows of the hairbrush, delivered hard and fast to her
central sit-spot, had her screaming in agony all over again.
"You know better than to interrupt, Laura Marie. Please quiet down. Your
spanking isn't over yet," Mrs. Randolph reminded her daughter harshly.
That had fresh tears come to Laura's eyes, as well as a new sparkle to Wendy
's. "Oh, Mommy..." the little girl said. "I'm really going to spank Laura
too?"
The woman looked almost amazed by that. "Why, Gwendolyn..." she said, making
the child blush at the use of her real name. "Don't be silly, of course you
are. It sounds just fair after what she did to you, don't you think?"
Wendy nodded eagerly. "Yes Mommy, I think you are right. I'm so sorry for
Laura though..."
"Aww and that shows your good heart, baby," she cooed, "but you see, one
must steel oneself when it's up to discipline, because deep down in her
heart, Laura wants you to give her a good, long and very, very hard spanking
for what she did to you. She would be disappointed in the long shot if you
don't blister her bum, because deep down, she's very sorry to have hurt her
little sister."
Laura couldn't help but think that it had to be very, very deep down indeed,
but of course she didn't dare voice that thought.
"I understand, Mommy," Wendy said. "I think I can do it, then. Don't worry,
Laura, I'll spank you nice and hard so you'll learn."
And ignoring the teenager's renewed howl at that promise of more spanking,
Mrs. Randolph grabbed Laura's waist and pushed the girl off of her lap,
shifting her on top of little Wendy's thighs. Laura wasn't very well-built,
so Wendy wouldn't have too much trouble handling her, but still the woman
grabbed the teenager's wrists and forearms and held them tightly in her
hands.
"Now, Laura, head down and bottom up for your little sister. Don't you dare
move or try to get away or anything of the like, because I'm sure you wouldn
't like what I have in store for you if you do. Understand?"
"Y-yes... yes ma'am..." Laura said through her tears.
"Hmm. Okay then," Mrs. Randolph reinforced her grip on the girl's forearms,
then handed Wendy the heavy hairbrush. "Here you are, honey. You've seen me
do it, so you should know how it is used. It doesn't take a degree anyway,
does it?" she winked.
Wendy winked back as she shook her head, and all the while Laura kept
crying. But her cries were destined to be renewed, and not just for the pain
(though that played a major role); the fact itself of being bare from the
belly down and draped over her little sister's lap and about to get spanked
by her was simply an unbearable blow to her teenage pride. A pride which had
suffered countless other blows in the past by the hands of her parents,
true, but still... this seemed, and perhaps was, the ultimate humiliation to
Laura's eyes.
CRACK! "Owwww!!"
The fifteen-year-old had to take that back: that first smack had been the
ultimate humiliation. She would have never believed little Wendy capable of
such strength! Or maybe it burned so much because it fell on an already
well-spanked bottom, she wouldn't know.
"Why, Wendy, not bad, not bad," said her mother. "But you're smacking too
hard."
A little sparkle of hope lit up in Laura's eyes. Were her ears defying her??
"You don't need to apply all the strength you have to each and every swat,
because your arm will be tired long before it should be," Mrs. Randolph
patiently explained her young trainee. "A good swing is essential, yes, but
when you're near Laura's little bottom you need to snap your wrist
downwards, so the hairbrush will impact at a more narrow angle. It hurts
much more for Laura, leaves almost immediate bruises and requires little
effort on your side."
Yes, Laura's ears were defying her alright.
"Ooh I see Mommy, I didn't know. Like I do when I shoot when I play
basketball, so?"
"Yes, my dear! Exactly. Come on, try again... raise your arm... down, snap!"
SMACK!
"Yeowww!!" went Laura, and: "Yes!" went her mother.
"Perfect," Mrs. Randolph congratulated a grinning Wendy. A nasty small welt
was already forming where the tip of the brush, snapped that way, had fallen
on Laura's swollen right bottom cheek. "Now resume, and switch between
cheeks... also some at the thighs and on the sit-spots. They're these areas
here where buttock and thigh meet, honey." She slapped Laura hard on both
sit-spots with her hand as a visual aid, causing fresh yelps from the girl.
Wendy was on a roll by now. Eagerly following her mother's instructions, she
applied fierce after fierce smack to her big sister's crimson, welted
posterior. She found that when struck on the sit-spots Laura would cry and
scream and holler harder than usual, so that's where the preteen directed
most of the swats. Needless to say, her mother couldn't be happier with the
results.
Twenty smacks later, Laura had broke down completely and was laying limp on
her sister's and mother's laps, sobbing uncontrollably, her whole beautiful
body shaking and jerking out of her control. Mrs. Randolph had ordered a
pause, much to Wendy's chagrin.
"It's necessary to give Laura time to catch her breath, dearie," the woman
explained in a condescending tone, "and you need some rest too. Also, her
bottom has probably gone numb by now and she's not feeling the swats
properly anymore. You need to wait so you can really ignite a fire in her
tushie."
"Alright Mommy," Wendy nodded obediently. "I understand."
And so they waited. One minute went by, then another, and Laura wouldn't
stop her brokenhearted sobs. She would try to grasp for air every once in a
while, with little success, and only after a lot of coughing and choking she
managed to get her crying under control a bit. Her bottom felt like a
burning fire, a scorching torch, a mess of bee stings and an uniform ball of
pain. She knew she would burst to tears whenever she sat for days to come.
And it was then that she heard her mother signal to Wendy she could resume.
Unable to help it, Laura jumped: "Nooooooo Mommy!..." she pleaded, breaking
free from her grip and looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Mommy I BEG
you, please make her stopppp, pleeeeease!... can't take it... no more Mommy
no more!"
"Laura Marie!" Mrs. Randolph snapped as her daughter was about to push
herself up from Wendy's lap. The woman brought back her hand in a swift arc
and slapped the teenager's face hard and fast, twice, once on each cheek.
Laura's sobs renewed as she held her face and her head spun and her vision
became blurred. "How dare you be such a disrespectful young lady at a time
like this? Shame on you!"
Mrs. Randolph pushed her oldest girl back down over her and Wendy's lap -
the preteen watching the show wide-eyed - and then took hold of Laura's
T-shirt and drew it over her head and off, leaving the girl naked except for
her white socks and matching bra. This went too, as the woman's expert
fingers quickly unsnapped it and nearly tore it off Laura's chest.
"Your socks is all you're allowed to wear until your father gets home this
evening, Laura Marie," her mother said sternly. "If you'll be granted
clothes for the rest of the week-end or not, it will be up to his clemency."
Laura sobbed harder and again just lay limp, thoroughly embarrassed. Knowing
she would be nude in the house was horrible in itself, but the thought of
having to basically implore her father into wearing something again was
nearly unbearable. She knew that the least he'd do would be whipping her
with his belt SO hard and for SO long that she would faint, that evening,
and then... well, as her mother had said, it was all up to his clemency.
"And now," Mrs. Randolph declared as she moved Laura back over her own
knees, "I'm afraid you've earned yourself two dozens penalty smacks. Sorry,
Wendy, but Mommy must deal with this now."
Laura screamed and begged when she heard that. "No MOMMY! Oh God no... I beg
you... please, please! Not there, don't s-spank me theeeeere!... you have no
idea... you don't know how it... owww how it hurts!... nooo Mommy PLEASE!"
But Mrs. Randolph had made up her mind already, and didn't even reply to her
daughter's pleas. "Wendy, sweetums, you can still be of help to Mommy. You
need to grasp Laura's ankles again... stop kicking Laura!" She pulled at her
earlobe again to drive the message through, and it worked. "I was saying:
take a firm hold of her ankles and spread them three feet apart, and keep
them there. You think you can do this, honey?"
Wendy, still shocked at the extremely harsh way her mother was treating her
big sister - again that mixture of being thrilled and sorry for her at the
same time - nodded her head in compliance and said: "Yes Mommy."
"Good girl."
Taking a deep breath, Wendy did as asked and pried Laura's feet well apart.
Her legs opened consequently, and from her favored position she was rewarded
with the view of her sister's almost hairless, puffy nether lips. While her
head swirled and she thought how gross it is for someone to shave down
there - gross to her preteen mind, at least - she saw in a blur that her
mother had raised the hairbrush again...
CRACK! It landed on the inside of Laura's left thigh, a spot that had to be
extremely tender, judging from the girl's shrill scream that really had the
windowpanes shaking for a second. On her behalf, Laura had rarely ever felt
such pain before in her life. That was the most tender spot she could
imagine apart from her very privates, and it was hurting beyond belief. And
when she was finally starting to come to terms with it, another blow fell
right on top of the first one, and her vision was again blurred by pain and
red dots as she yelled afresh.
Mrs. Randolph then moved on to the left thigh, delivering two searing smacks
there. Then it was back to the right, and the same trip, again and again,
until two dozens had been reached. By then, Laura was having trouble
breathing and lay spent, blabbing senseless words and sobbing uncontrollably
over her mother's lap. Wendy's eyes were fixed on the bright red insides of
her sister's thighs, that had bruised horribly and immediately under the
merciless beating. She was barely even holding Laura's ankles anymore, but
it wasn't needed: the girl had lost all of her will to fight, and was as
limp as one could be.
At long last, Mrs. Randolph set down the vicious hairbrush. After inspecting
Laura's tortured backside for a minute, she turned to Wendy and gave her a
sweet smile. "So, honeybunch, you see what happens to your sister when she's
mean to you, and even more so when she dares to defy my authority - or, in
this case, yours."
Wendy had to smile at that, though in her heart she was feeling sorry for
Laura. Past experience taught her that her sister rarely if ever had hard
feelings toward her siblings despite the many spankings they got her into,
and the preteen wondered if that would be the case too.
As for Laura, she barely noticed when her mother picked her up bodily from
across her lap, and carried her somewhere else in the room, but her senses
sprung to life when her raw backside was planted hard on a high wooden stool
facing the corner. The scream that followed could have awakened the dead.
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On one thing Laura was wrong: that evening, her father didn't take the belt
to her at all. The sight of her swollen, purple backside - made even more so
after one hour of hell spend sitting on the stool, naked and facing the
corner - was enough to deter him from whipping her, even though he said that
she should be grateful she was being let off easy. The contrite teenager was
still given two solid slaps across her face which got her crying again, as
well as two well-aimed smacks at her sit-spots, more than enough to start a
long series of sobs right before the two hours she would spend in the living
room corner. After all, there's no point standing naked in a corner if you'
re not crying your heart out and thinking about your misdeeds, Mr. Randolph
thought.
And as for giving Laura permission to wear clothes the rest of the week-end,
he had discarded the question with a small laugh and a shake of his head.
--- END OF PART THREE ---
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Haley posted:
On one thing Laura was wrong: that evening, her father didn't take the
belt to her at all. The sight of her swollen, purple backside - made
even more so after one hour of hell spend sitting on the stool, naked
and facing the corner - was enough to deter him from whipping her, even
though he said that she should be grateful she was being let off easy.
The contrite teenager was still given two solid slaps across her face
which got her crying again, as well as two well-aimed smacks at her
sit-spots, more than enough to start a long series of sobs right before
the two hours she would spend in the living room corner. After all,
there's no point standing naked in a corner if you' re not crying your
heart out and thinking about your misdeeds, Mr. Randolph thought.
And as for giving Laura permission to wear clothes the rest of the
week-end, he had discarded the question with a small laugh and a shake
of his head. >>>>>>
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Just asking, after such abuse, what would one expect from some one
so abused?
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Alpha Girl Jennifer
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Haley Brimley
Oh, I don't know. It's unreal in itself that Laura got to the age of
fifteen and is still quite sane all in all, so we don't actually question
ourselves on consequences. *s*
Haley
Alvaro G
Worse than getting spanked. Poor Laura. And then spanked with her
little sister there (and by her sister).
Thanks for posting!
Just one question, though: In previous stories it was said that the
parents considered it inappropriate for the younger children to
witness Laura's spankings, but now she was spanked in front of Wendy
and is going to be forbidden to wear clothes the rest of the
week-end... why is that? Are her punishments getting more and more
severe?
Best wishes,
AG
Haley Brimley
news:50c1975a.0407...@posting.google.com...
Thanks for reviewing, Alvaro :-) Yes, the point is exactly that:
Laura's punishments become not only more frequent, but also more severe and
embarrassing as time goes by. Her siblings are involved more and more
despite their natural parents' initial reluctance. After all, the ultimate
humiliation for a teenager is having her little sister/brother seeing,
prodding and whatnot.
Haley