A small rip (F/F story)

 The door slammed shut, and Jane heard her sister loudly exclaim: "I'm never setting my foot outside again!" Jane grinned; Misty had always been theatrical. A few seconds later, Misty entered the living room, running over to Jane, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

 

"Jane," she whined. "My life is ruined." It was clear she'd been crying, and she was blushing with embarrassment. And, for some reason, she had a sweater tied around her waist. Jane noted this last fact with puzzlement; she wouldn't have thought Misty capable of a fashion faux pas like that

 

"What's happened?" Jane said calmly, but not unfriendly. When Misty told you there was an emergency, it was more likely to be a hangnail than a fire. Jane sometimes wondered how Misty would react if she were to face a REAL emergency. Still, she'd better be polite. If she told Misty to act like an adult, she'd whine for the rest of the day.

 

"Well, I was out at the mall, right?" Jane nodded. When WASN'T Misty at the mall? "And we were talking to these really cute guys, right? Drop-dead gorgeous, right?"

 

Jane wanted to tell her to stop asking her if it was right, since she hadn't been there, and had no way of knowing if it was, in fact, right, but she didn't. She nodded and tried her best to look sympathetic and interested.

 "We walked past a soda machine, and I decided to buy myself a coke, right? And I bent over to pick it up – and that's when it happened!"

 

"When what happened?" Jane asked.

 

Misty rose to her feet, taking off the sweater around her waist. "This!" she said, turning around. Jane gasped. The seat of her jeans where ripped, giving any onlooker  a good view of her panties. All those boys, and all of Misty's friends, had seen her standing there, in a pair of yellow panties with cartoon figures on. While it was in no way an emergency, Jane had to admit Misty had good reason to be upset for once.

 

Suddenly, Jane noticed something that made her a lot less sympathetic. "Misty?" she said with a sudden coldness in her voice.

 

"Hm? What is it?" Misty said, turning to look at her.

 

"Could you explain why you're wearing MY jeans?"

 

Misty had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she could tell from the tone in her sister's voice that trouble was ahead.

 

"Um. Well, they looked good, and..." She tried to think of something else, but came up short.

 

"I know they looked good. They're brand new, in fact! I haven't even had the chance to wear them myself! Not only did you steal my clothes – which I've repeatedly TOLD you to stop doing, by the way – but you completely RUINED a new pair of jeans."

 

Misty backed away from her angry sister. "Um. I'm sorry?"

 

"Not sorry enough," Jane said, grabbing Misty by the hand and planting a series of hard smacks on her seat. Misty squealed, jumping in the air at every smack. "Get out of those jeans."

 

"What are you –"

 

"You're already getting a spanking, Misty," she told her. "Do you want me to get the belt, as well?"

 

"A what!?" Misty said, shocked.

 

"Get those jeans down, now, or I'm fetching dad's old belt. Trust me, what you've got coming will be bad enough as it is."

 

Unable and unwilling to stand up to her angry little sister, Misty reluctantly obeyed. A few seconds later, the jeans were on the floor, and Misty was standing there, squirming as she thought about what was to happen.

 

Jane sat down on the couch, patting her knee. "Come here," she said strictly, and Misty lowered herself over her sister's knee. Jane quickly got Misty's panties down, revealing a pale pair of buns, quivering slightly in fear. Jane lifted her hand and started smacking.

 

Misty was not prepared for just how much Jane's hand could sting, and soon, she was squirming over her lap, crying.

 

"Lie still!" Jane told her.

 

"But it hurts," Misty whined.

 

"That's the idea," Jane told her. "Are you going to steal my clothes in the future?"

 

"Ow! No, I promise!"

 

"See?" Jane said, grinning. "It's working already."

 

"So you'll stop?" Misty said, voice full of hope.

 

"Not yet, sweetie. You still haven't fully learned your lesson."

 

Under Jane's punishing hand, Misty's pale cheeks slowly turned pink, and were starting to go red when she was finally let off her lap.

 

"Are you going to stay away from my closet from now on?"

 

"Oh yes!" Misty said, nodding as she furiously rubbed her stinging rear. Misty headed into her bedroom, swearing that from now on, she would only wear her OWN jeans. She reached back, wincing as she rubbed her bottom. Or maybe a skirt would be a better idea.