Fair's fair (F/ff and ff/F story)

Mary Benton placed her hands at her hips as she glared at her two daughters. "What have your father and I told you about these?" She held up the pack of cigarettes that she'd taken from them a few minutes before.

Corinne looked at the floor, unable to face her mother's wrath. Leanne held her gaze, but didn't answer. When they'd lit up, they had thought that their mother was out shopping. They hadn't expected her to get home so fast, and they hadn't anticipated how smelly the cigarettes were.

Mrs Benton looked from one to the other. "I had expected better from you. You're both in your teens, you'll soon be adults, and you'd better start acting like it soon." She folded her hands across her chest. "Right. Into the living room. You're both getting a paddling."

They'd known it was coming, but it was still scary to hear the words spoken aloud. Corinne looked tear-eyed at her mother. "Please, not the paddle! We won't do it again, honest!" Leanne just rose to her feet; she knew that trying to talk their way out of their punishment was useless.

"Get going, Corinne," Mary said, giving her youngest daughter a swat when she didn't move fast enough. Corinne jumped into the air, giving off a little yelp. Leanne rolled her eyes at her younger sister's theatrics.

Mrs Benton got the paddle from the drawer in the hallway, patting it against her palm. "Right. Which one of you will be first?"

Leanne looked over at her sister, who was trembling and biting her lip. She sighed, wondering why her sister had to be such a baby every time they got punished. She stepped forward.

"Raise your skirt and bend over the chair," Mrs Benton told her oldest daughter. Leanne did as instructed, leaning forward, placing her hands on the seat of the chair and pushing her bottom out as far as she could manage. No use earning extras.

"I think ten strokes should do it. Brace yourself."

SMACK! The first stroke rang out, and Leanne bit her lip. Nine more. She could handle that.

 SMACK! Another stroke, just below the first one.

SMACK! Leanne could feel her eyes getting moist.

SMACK! She dug her nails into the chair, desperately wanting to rub her bottom.

SMACK! She let out a groan of pain. Halfway there.

SMACK! Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her bottom felt like it was on fire.

"The last four will come quickly. Brace yourself."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Leanne cried out, but was relieved. It was over. She rose to her feet, gingerly rubbing her sore rear.

Mrs Benton turned to her youngest daughter. "Your turn, Corinne. Bend over the chair."

Corinne was already sniffling as she assumed the position, and Leanne wondered if she would manage to stay in position. She hoped she would; she hated seeing her sister in pain, and didn't want her to suffer needlessly.

SMACK! Already, Corinne was crying openly.

SMACK! SMACK! Two quick strokes, and Leanne could tell her sister was getting weak in her knees.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Leanne realized that Mrs Benton wanted to get this over with quickly, as they all knew Corinne would give up given half a chance.

SMACK! SMACK! Corinne screamed, but stayed in position.

SMACK! SMACK! And it was over. Corinne stayed over the chair, crying for a few minutes, before getting up and joining her sister.

"I hope this will teach you not to smoke in the future," Mrs Benton told her daughters. "You should be glad that I caught you, and not your father." Leanne shuddered a bit at that; they all knew how much their father hated smoking.

Half an hour later, Leanne and Corinne were sitting in their room. Actually, only Leanne was sitting, and gingerly at that. Corinne was lying across her sister's lap, bare bottom in the air as Leanne rubbed cooling cream into it.

"I'll never sit again," Corinne whined.

"It doesn't look too bad," Leanne lied. "You'll be okay in no time, you'll see. Now, get up. It's my turn," she said, handing the jar of ointment to her sister before pulling her panties down.

"I'll never smoke again," Corinne said as she spread the ointment. "That's for sure."

"Me neither. It didn't taste good, either."

"You know, I didn't know it would smell that much. The stink is still as bad as it was!"

Leanne lifted her head, sniffing in the air. "I don't think that's just residue," she said.

"What do you mean?" Corinne asked, surprised.

"Follow me," Leanne told her, pulling her panties back up before heading out.

Mary Benton was standing out back, with the pack of confiscated cigarettes in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. She'd missed the taste of the smokes. Her husband had never liked her habit, and had convinced her to quit a year or two ago.

"Mom! What are you doing!?" She twirled around to find her two daughters staring wide-eyed at her.

"You know that Dad doesn't want you smoking, right?" Leanne said, smirking slightly. Mrs Benton didn't like the look of that.

"Listen, kids. Why don't we keep this between us? There is no reason why your father needs to know about this, right?"

"You want us to keep this secret from him? That would be dishonest," Leanne replied, failing spectacularly at looking innocent.

"Yeah, if Dad knew about it, he'd paddle us both," Corinne said, giggling nervously.

An evil grin appeared on Leanna's face. "I have an idea, mom. How about this? We won't tell him about this disgusting breach of his trust... and in return, we get to paddle you."

Mrs Benton and Corinne both looked wide-eyed at Leanne. "Out of the question," Mrs Benton said at last.

"Fine. Then we'll tell dad. Come on, Corinne." Leanne started to head inside.

"Wait! We can work something out, fine, but a paddling? That's humiliating."

"We know," Corinne said. "You did it to us less than an hour ago, remember?"

"And for what?" Leanne asked, nodding at the cigarette in her mother's hand. "Smoking. It's the easiest way out, mom, and you know it."

A few minutes later, they were back inside. "Why don't you go get the paddle, Corinne?" Leanne said. Corinne giggled and went. She'd been sent for the paddle a few times before, but she'd never been as enthusiastic about it as now.

"Right. We got ten strokes for smoking, so I think it's only fair that you get the same, don't you?" Her mother nodded, looking more and more pale every second.

Corinne returned with the paddle, holding it as if it was the most sacred artifact she had ever laid eyes on. Leanne looked at her mother. "Raise your dress and place both hands on the seat of the chair," she said. She did as instructed. Leanne turned to her sister. "Why don't you start off, Corinne? Five strokes, and make them good ones."

Corinne nodded, grinning widely. "I will." She picked up the paddle, patting it against her mother's quivering cheeks. Mrs Benton groaned; not only was she bent over, panties on display, but her two daughters were about to paddle her! Could this get any more humiliating?

SMACK! Mrs Benton bit her lip; it was a long time since she'd been paddled, and she'd forgotten just how much it could hurt.

SMACK! She stomped her feet, trying to get the sting out of her aching cheeks.

SMACK! The strongest yet, and she cried out in pain.

SMACK! She was shocked to discover that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

SMACK! She fell forward, gasping for air.

"Halfway there, mom," Leanne said as she took the paddle that Corinne handed her. "Now, brace yourself. This is going to hurt."

SMACK! Mrs Benton had expected Leanne to be tougher on her than Corinne, but she had severely underestimated just how MUCH tougher. She cried out, digging her nails into the chair.

SMACK! This landed on her sit spot, causing her to wail like a banshee.

SMACK! Right on top of the previous stroke. It felt like her paddling had lasted forever.

SMACK! She was sobbing in pain, unable to think straight, but she managed to stay down.

SMACK! And it was over. She rose to her feet, running her fingers gingerly over her poor, beaten posterior.

"It's over. Don't worry, we'll keep your smoking secret," Leanne said as she headed off to her room. Her diary entry for today was going to be a good one.

Mrs Benton stepped over to a mirror, gasping as she saw the bruises. She was glad her husband was away on a business trip; she didn't want to explain why she wouldn't be sitting the next few days.