Sunday, May 05, 2013

A Sister’s Practice Spanking; Part 4

© Guyspencer 2013
A Sister’s Practice Spanking; Part 4

At the insistence of her mother, who thought she needed “practice” for babysitting and for future motherhood, Mary had been assisting in the corporal discipline of her brother Ed.  By now, she had spanked him several times, always supervised by her mother.  She loved her little (teenaged) brother and had no love of causing him pain, but if he earned a spanking he didn’t seem to mind who gave it to him. 

Mary was also at least theoretically subject to corporal discipline, but had a knack for staying out of trouble, and so hadn’t been spanked for over a year.  She felt vaguely guilty after spanking Ed for the first time, and so had arranged with her mother that should she ever earn a spanking, Ed would get reciprocal spanking privileges.  However, she didn’t feel so guilty that she would purposely get herself spanked!

Unusually, Ed and Mary were raised to be unconcerned over the sight of each other’s bodies, so the nudity involved in a bare-bottom spanking wasn’t strange to them.   

As it turned out, Mary’s luck held for another six months.  Over that time, she only had to spank her brother two more times, because he was also learning the knack of avoiding trouble.  That premonition of a coming spanking for herself, so strong at first, was now mostly forgotten.  The fact is, there were many things to take her interest, boys and her studies being high among them, so she didn’t even think of spankings very often.

Unfortunately, when she least expected it, and when she was just months from turning 18 and being theoretically immune from spankings, her luck ran out.


Morosely, Mary walked home from school.  Normally she would walk with her friends who lived near her, but they were still in school.  Caught cheating on a math quiz, Mary had been sent home early in disgrace.

It all started innocently.  Mary hadn’t even intended to cheat.  At least, she’s pretty sure that’s true.

It was near the end of the semester and final exams were looming at the same time that the class was facing the toughest part of pre-calculus.  Mary had kept up with the class, and maintained good grades, but it was a struggle for her.  Math didn’t come naturally to her. 

It had only been a routine 10-question quiz.  Mary wasn’t doing perfect on it, but she had managed to get most of the problems correct, and the others were good for at least partial credit.  However, there was something about the last question that bothered her.  She had already written down her answer when she made a fatal mistake.  Her best friend and study partner Amelia sat right next to her.  Just as she did dozens of times every day, but was NEVER supposed to do during a test, she leaned over to look at her friend’s paper.  Then next thing she knew, Mr. Maxwell was standing next to her.  He grabbed her paper and (thankfully) whispered, “See me after class.” 

It took Mary a moment to figure out what had happened; she had just been caught cheating on a test!  In her school, cheating was almost a capital offense!  But she hadn’t intended to cheat at all! 

Had she?

After class, Mary hopefully explained to Mr. Maxwell that she hadn’t intended to cheat.  She had looked at Amelia’s paper without even thinking about it.  Mr. Maxwell looked at her sadly.  “So what you’re telling me is that you cheated, but we should let you off because the act wasn’t premeditated?  The sad fact is, I believe you, but I clearly saw you cheat, and I’m not allowed to ignore that.  Let’s go to the Principal’s office and see what he says.”

On that long walk to the Principal’s office, Mary thought of that damn premonition for the first time in weeks.  Somehow she knew that this was it.  Her luck had ran out and her bottom would suffer.  

The Principal gave Mary a fair hearing, but came to the same conclusion as Mr. Maxwell.  Mary had clearly cheated, even if she hadn’t been planning to.  His solution was also similar to that of Mr. Maxwell, bump the problem up to a higher authority.  In this case, the “higher authority” was Mary’s mother, who the Principal knew and totally trusted to do the right thing. 

As he had done months earlier with Mary’s brother Ed, he used his speaker phone to give Mary’s mother the full story while Mary nervously listened to both sides of the conversation.  He concluded with the damming words, “Even if she hadn’t planned to cheat, we simply can’t ignore the fact that Mr. Maxwell saw her clearly and flagrantly do so.  Perhaps it was a momentary lapse on Mary’s part, but she unquestionably cheated on that quiz.”             

Since the school day was nearly over, the Principal decided to send Mary straight home so that her mother could deal with her.  Mary knew now that her premonition would likely come true, and do so today.


Mary and mother sat at the kitchen table.  Mary was still hopeful that mother would see things her way, but she unconsciously scrunched her buttocks under her, knowing that they were in danger.  As mother listened patently, Mary tried to convince her that she hadn’t intended to do anything wrong. 

Finally Mary had said all that was to be said.  Mather sat and looked at her for a long time, so she knew that her fate was being decided.  Mother’s first words weren’t encouraging.

“It’s been a long time since your last spanking.”

“Yes Mom, about a year and a half.  I was really hoping to never have another one.”

“And you really don’t think you’ve earned one today?”

Tears ran down Mary’s face.  She put her head down on the table and mumbled, “I just don’t know mommy, but I don’t want a spanking.”

Mother bore in, “Over the last year and a half, you haven’t always been good have you?  Sometimes you’ve been bad and were just lucky not to get caught; right?”

Mary gave her mother a “deer in the headlights” look, guilt written all over her face.   (In fact, Mary had made trips to the mall with her friends when she had told her parents their destination was the library.  Each of those lies was a serious spanking offense.)

“Don’t answer,” mother warned, “because I can see it written on your face.  I’m not asking for a  confession, but my point is that I can’t go too wrong by spanking you today.  You’ve been pretty good, but you have also been lucky.”

Unhappily, Mary scrunched her buttocks under her again.  Now she knew that she was about to get spanked. 

“The fact is Mary, you cheated on that test, and there’s really no way for us to get around that truth.  Perhaps it was because you weren’t paying attention and had some sort of momentary lapse, or perhaps you just finally got caught. So before I tell you what is going to happen today, I’m going to tell you what will happen next time you get caught cheating; if there is a next time.”

Tearfully, Mary waited for her mother to continue.       

“What will happen next time is that you will receive a long and thorough spanking.  And then, you will wait in a corner until your father gets home and whips you with his belt.  Understand?”

Mary sobbed, but nodded her understanding.

“Now we get to today”, mother continued, “You have created enough doubt in my mind that I won’t give you the belt or make you cut a switch, I think the hairbrush will do just fine.  OK?”

Given the situation, it was really the best that Mary could hope for. 

Mary put her head down in her arms and blubbered, but nodded that she understood.

“And tomorrow morning, you will deliver two notes to the Principal.  One will be an apology from you, and the other will be from me telling him about your punishment.”

“Yes mommy,” Mary blubbered.

“One more thing.”  Mary turned her tear-dampened face to her mother, “Those things I told you not to confess?”

Mary nodded guiltily.

“I have my suspicions, so your father and I will be watching you closely.  If you want this to be your last spanking, you had better change your ways.

Mary nodded again.

Mother looked at the clock.  “I’m sure you remember our conversation about Ed spanking you.  Are you still OK with that idea?”

Mary had been thinking about herself, not Ed, so the question startled her and made her think of the “big picture”.  Swallowing her tears and her self pity for a moment, she replied, “Errr, yes.  In fact, I already told him about that.  So we’ll wait until he gets home from school?”

“Yes,” she said, “that should only be a half hour or so.  When he gets here, I will let him do your warmup spanking, and then I’ll spank you with the hairbrush.” 

“Errr mom?”


“Would it be OK if Ed did that part too?”

Mother thought about that for a moment, “Why Mary?”

“Because it only seems fair.  I’ve done the same to him...well, not with the hairbrush actually.  Also, this might be his only chance.  I hope this will be my last spanking.”

Mother considered carefully, “Yes, if I coach him a bit he should be able to give you a good hairbrushing.  OK young lady, get yourself ready and put your nose in the corner until your brother arrives.”  
It will sound odd to many, but Mary and Ed had been raised to be comfortable with the sight of each other’s bodies.  Spankings were usually totally bare events in this household, but the nudity itself wasn’t intended as a humiliation.  Mary knew what “get yourself ready” meant.  It meant to undress.

It had been a long time since Mary undressed in a public room of the house, so it felt a bit strange even though she wasn’t normally self-conscious about such matters.  She started with her shoes and socks.  She dropped her skirt and slip, folded them neatly, piled them over her shoes, and then did the same with her blouse.  After the slightest of delays, her bra and panties followed.  Without being told, she left for a moment and then returned with “the” hairbrush.  Her mother waved her into a familiar corner to wait.

Mother smiled thinly when she noticed the girl clench her white bottom cheeks.  Anticipation was intended to be part of Mary’s painful lesson, and that was clearly happening.

When he walked into the house, Ed was shocked to find his sister standing in a corner, obviously prepared for correction.  “Wha...what happened?”

“Mary will explain that to you,” mother said smoothly, “Mary is about to be spanked and she has requested that you do the honors.  Do you need to do anything before we start?’ 
Ed’s mind swam for a moment before he could form an answer, “I just need to drop off my books I guess.”

Remaining in charge, mother ordered, “Mary, go use the bathroom and then place a spanking chair in the usual place.”

With new tears running down her cheeks now that her spanking was imminent, Mary rushed to obey.       
After her bathroom trip, she re-entered the kitchen to find Ed standing awkwardly.  Spontaneously, she grabbed him in a hug.   She was barely able to sob out the words, “It’s OK.  Ignore whatever noise I make and just do a good job.  This might be your last chance.”

Ed was too tongue-tied to respond, so he touched her bare body lightly & shyly, returning what he intended to be a loving and reassuring hug.

Then Mary selected an armless chair from the dining table and moved it to the center of the kitchen.  Mother motioned for Ed to sit in it.

Then, in an old family ritual, Mary stood before her mother and her brother and explained why she was about to be spanked.  To her mother’s approval, Mary didn’t mention her doubts about her guilt.  Mary would tell him later, but not now.  Since Mary’s punishment had been irrevocably decided, neither Mary nor mother wished to confuse Ed at this moment.

Mary ended with a choked-out confession that startled mother, “...and there are other things I’m guilty of.  I...I haven’t always been good.  Mother was nice enough not to press for details, but I promise to do better.”

By now, Mary’s reserve of bravery was nearly depleted.  With one last, barely audible remark to her brother, “Give it to me good, but you’ll need to hold me down,” Mary put her bare body across her brother’s lap.

Ed had been on the receiving end of Mary’s spankings several times, and had heard mother coaching her, so he had a pretty good idea what to do.  Purposely, his first few swats were too light to bring a response.  Gradually, he increased the force until Mary started to respond.  Then, remembering Mary’s request to “do a good job,” he increased the heat a bit more.  Now Mary’s movements became downright urgent, so he was forced to hold her tightly to keep her on his lap.

Ed was at an age where any stimulation, physical or mental, was liable to result in a rigid, and often embarrassing, tumescence.  Having a naked girl, even his sister, do a horizontal jig across his lap while her buttocks danced and rippled from the effects of a spanking provided enough stimulation to make a “woody” downright inevitable.  Ed gulped in embarrassment and pain, but fortunately Mary was far too busy to notice that protrusion against her left hip.     

Mary didn’t take her spanking silently, even though this was just the “warmup”.  She sobbed, shrieked, begged and kicked through this first, relatively gentle, part of her spanking.  Ed wasn’t looking forward to seeing her reaction to the hairbrush, and was just as happy that mother would do that part.

Even though he had grown up quite familiar with his sister’s body, Mary’s antics provided the boy with sights, smells, and sensations that were new and guiltily stimulating.  As her legs flew, and as they later opened so Ed could reach those tender inner thighs, Ed was treated with an intimate rear view of the female anatomy that was like nothing he had ever seen before.  And her aroma!  It was a mixture of girlish sweet-smelling toiletries, sweat, & fear; all combined with something unmentionable and musty, a spoor the male part of his brain identified as uniquely feminine.  And the sensations!  The sight of her rippling, roiling, reddening buttocks combined in his slightly addled brain with her pained and increasingly energetic movements.  He even noticed that her increasingly red-tinged buttocks seemed to radiate warmth.  

Perhaps it was just an optical illusion, but her buttocks seemed to swell as they absorbed their punishment and took on color.  Ed never thought of his sister in sexual terms, but now her bottom looked much more feminine to him. 

Since Ed had heard his mother’s tutorial before, and because he had suffered through so many “warm-up” spankings, he really didn’t need much advice from his mother.  As Mary had predicted, she didn’t take it bravely.  Mary screeched, begged piteously for respite, and didn’t cooperate well.  Ed had to tightly restrain her torso and her right arm, and still had a struggle to get the job done.  In fact, mother restrained Mary’s legs part of the time because she tried to curl then around to protect her bottom.  Finally the warmup was done.  Mary’s bottom had attained an even pink shade, she was near exhaustion, but seemed to have plenty of tears left.  Ed looked up at his mother for approval.  

To his astonishment, she handed him the hairbrush.

Ed looked at his mother, his question written on his face.  “It was actually Mary’s idea,” she explained, “after all, she has spanked you enough times.  Besides, she doesn’t seem to get spanked often, so this could be your last chance.”

Ed looked like he might refuse, so mother cajoled, “You won’t harm her.  I’ll be right here to supervise.”

What actually made up Ed’s mind was something not apparent to mother; Ed still had a raging erection and didn’t wish to either move Mary or stand up just then.  So he accepted the hairbrush.  The delay gave poor Mary a chance to regain her breath.

The first few swats were designed by mother to simply “calibrate” the force of Ed’s swing.  Naturally, the logical target for these “test spanks” was the only bare bottom in Ed’s lap.  With those first few random hairbrush spanks, Mary’s buttocks took on a splotched appearance.  She squealed and kicked with each swat.

All too soon for Mary, her hairbrushing started in earnest.  Mary had been loud before, but now she outdid herself.  Her former squeals and screeches now became frank screams.  Mary’s throat would hurt for two days later.    

The next few excruciating minutes were the worst of Mary’s life.  When mother finally declared Ed’s job finished, Mary’s entire bottom and thigh area was bright red, spanked just short of bruising.  Just short of bruising, that is, except for the her sit spots and the fleshy summits of her nether cheeks.  There she had been carefully “branded” with marks that would make sitting a trial for a day or so, and would take a week to fade.

At first Mary seemed inconsolable.  Feeling like a bully, Ed rubbed her back and spoke soothing words until she quieted and came to her senses.  Only then, at his mother’s suggestion, did he release her from his lap.

Mary had vowed to herself that there would be no childish and embarrassing “spank dance”.  That vow was obviously forgotten, because the still-nude girl danced and rubbed enthusiastically.  To her regret, that rubbing brought feeling back to her bottom, inspiring a new burst of tears. 

Mother slipped from the room and quickly returned with a robe and pillow.  She slipped the gown around Mary, and then gathered her into a hug.  She hugged for a long time before pointing the girl to Ed.  Mary climbed into her brother’s lap for a soothing cuddle.  Clearly, she held no hard feelings.

Then mother placed the pillow on a dining room chair, and ordered the unwilling girl to sit and write her note to the principal.  Mary still sobbed as she wrote, so the note would be difficult to read.  No matter, the tear stains on the paper would tell the principal all he needed to know.

Ed continued to sit in the chair as he watched his sister write the note.  For a couple more minutes, he would remain trapped there by his adolescent male physiology.  More importantly, he was dealing with a whole new amalgam of thoughts and emotions.  Oh yes!  He was confused, bemused, a tiny bit guilty, slightly aroused, and even proud at having done a credible job on his first attempt.  More importantly, a totally unexpected connection had been forever forged inside his brain; sexuality and spanking were now indelibly, seamlessly, connected.

Thirty minutes earlier, a boy had sat down in that armless chair to deliver his first spanking.  But something big had happened!  Now, figuratively speaking, it was two different young men who cautiously stood from the chair and surreptitiously adjusted themselves:

First, was the young man who would mature into the involved and loving father who never had anything to say against spanking, but who never seemed to spank his children.  Ed felt he had a good reason why not, but would never vocalize it.

Second, was the young man who would turn into a devoted, sensual, but demanding lover (later husband).  The lucky lady who won him could look forward to countless exciting bare-bottom sessions across his lap, normally followed by mind-blowing sessions between the sheets.

In short, that afternoon a top had been born.          

© Guyspencer 2013


Anonymous Anonymous said...

It. Was. Inspiring story. About sibling. Love

11:45 PM, December 16, 2014  
Blogger Jewels said...

One of - if not the - best series here. Thank you!

12:22 AM, January 09, 2016  
Blogger Ned Sharp said...

Not bad

2:17 AM, May 21, 2016  
Blogger Ned Sharp said...

Not bad

2:18 AM, May 21, 2016  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

god time between the sheets.... wish i knew what that felt like...feeling a little kinky after reading this story... anyone ever try self spanking? self spabking is what masturbating is to sex. try it but it would be better if somone else did it.....

1:48 AM, June 15, 2017  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ed and Mary should have had "a good time between the sheets"!

10:46 AM, September 03, 2018  

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