Esmeralda (M/F story)

Esmeralda's parents were going out of town for a few weeks. Due to the wild parties the teenager had thrown the last times she'd been left unsupervised, they didn't want her to be home alone, so she'd been sent to stay with her older sister and her husband. Esmeralda's assurances that she was an adult now, and far more mature, fell on deaf ears, not helped by the whiny voice and petulant pout that accompanied her tirade.

She'd been staying with Marion and Gabriel for a week now, and things were not going great. Marion and Esmeralda had never been friends, and the sisters had preferred to stay out of each other's way growing up, which was easy due to the ten-year age difference. But now, Marion was responsible for her little sister's conduct, and she took that duty seriously. The nagging could at times be unbearable. Gabriel was more easy-going and treated her kindly, but she'd been warned that he could be stern when pushed – which she found hard to believe. Gabriel was a pussycat, and she intended to wrap him around her finger.

One Saturday, one of Esmeralda's friends was throwing a big party, and she asked nicely if she could borrow their car – she had her license, she just couldn't afford a vehicle yet. Marion refused, saying that they didn't want her to be driving so late at night in an unfamiliar car, especially when she was such a fresh driver. Esmeralda immediately went to her brother-in-law, who proved to be surprisingly unyielding, even when she batted her eyelashes and tried to look pitiful.

But that was OK. They were both heavy sleepers, and she knew where they kept the keys.

It was early in the morning by the time Esmeralda returned. She was slightly tipsy, ready for bed, and grinning like a madwoman. Wow, what a car! She decided she'd have to borrow that some other time – speeding down a mountain road with her friends sounded like an excellent way to spend the afternoon.

It was only when she opened the door that Esmeralda realized that her hosts were not as heavy sleepers as she had believed. Gabriel was standing in the living room, an irate look on his face, and Marion was glaring at her from the sofa. Esmeralda mentally prepared for the usual lecture as she entered.

"You're finally back," Gabriel said, his voice stern. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" So, it would be her soft brother-in-law in charge of the scolding. She was mildly surprised.

"I'm sorry," she said, batting her eyelashes again. Hopefully, it would work better this time. "I lost track of time."

"Have you been drinking!?" he said, stepping closer to smell her breath.

"Well, duh. It was a party," she responded before she could stop herself.

He shook her head, his anger clearly rising. "You sneak out of bed, you steal our car –"

"Borrow."

"STEAL," he repeated. "You asked to borrow it, we said no, and you took it anyway. That's stealing. You steal our car, drive home drunk, and then have an attitude about it?" He picked up a straight-backed wooden chair leaning against the wall, placing it in the middle of the floor before sitting down. She wondered what he was doing. If he was so tired from standing there lecturing her – which was understandable, as she was quite tired too – then why didn't he sit down next to his wife on the sofa? He patted his knee. "Come here."

"I'm too old to sit on your lap," she said as she rolled her eyes. Why was he being so silly tonight? Couldn't he see that she wanted to go to bed?

"Oh, you won't be doing much sitting," Gabriel said ominously. Marion gave her an evil grin, suggesting that she knew something that her sister did not. "Now, come here," he repeated.

Sighing, Esmeralda approached him. When she came close, he suddenly grabbed her arm, and with a jerk, she was pulled forward, tumbling over his lap. Facing the floor with her bottom in the air, she suddenly felt him raise the hem of her skirt. "Hey! What are you doing?" she protested. Why the hell was her brother-in-law undressing her?

A sudden slap on the seat of her panties made her gasp. It was only when the second, third, and fourth smacks followed that her drunk mind began to grasp what was happening. "Ow! You're spanking me!"

"Oh, you figured that out already?" Gabriel said drily as his hand continued to smack her backside.

She tried to stand up, but he placed his left hand on her back to hold her down while his right hand continued its assault on her posterior. "Ouch! You can't do this!"

"You stole my car, little girl. And as long as you live under my roof, you'll behave yourself or face the consequences. I have your parents' permission to do this."

Her eyes widened. "My parents said you could spank me? Bullshit!" She squealed as a series of extra-hard spanks landed on her sit spots.

"Mind the language, young lady, or maybe I'll have Marion fetch a bar of soap." Esmeralda wasn't sure what he'd do with the soap if she did, but she decided not to ask – she preferred not knowing. Besides, she needed all her breath for yelping. "But yes, they agreed to let us discipline you in whatever way we saw fit."

"It's true," Marion said, nodding. There was a wicked grin on her face as she watched her sister get her comeuppance. she clearly relished the sight.

Esmeralda wasn't sure what was worse – being bent over her wimpy brother-in-law's lap and spanked, having Marion sit there and grin at her, or knowing that her parents had approved of this humiliating treatment. Though as the growing sting caused her to kick her legs and hiss in pain, she decided it was definitely the first one.

"Oh, look, the little baby is getting tears in her eyes," Marion taunted. "Are you going to cry, little girl? Are you going to sob like a baby?"

"Marion, I'm not sure that's helpful," Gabriel said calmly to his wife as he continued to thrash her sister's bottom.

Esmeralda glared at her sister, the old enmity returning. Why did she have to sit there and grin like that? "Fuck off!" she snarled.

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Gabriel sat there, stunned, his hand in the air, while Marion gaped. After a few moments, Gabriel sighed. "I had planned to leave your panties up, but if you insist…"

To her horror, Esmeralda felt him grab the waistband of her panties and start to slide them down. To be spanked was bad enough – but to be undressed by her brother-in-law in the middle of the living room was more than she could handle. She grabbed her panties to pull them back up, but he easily overpowered her. The pussycat turned out to be stronger than she had expected.

As he continued to spank her, Esmeralda cried out, whimpering. Without the protection of her panties, his hand felt far more painful. This was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to her!

Marion was grinning even wider, clearly having the time of her life as she watched her husband give her bratty little sister what she'd deserved for so long. "Oh, look how red your bottom is getting. Are you sorry you were such an awful little girl?"

"Marion, stop it. You're not helping," Gabriel told her, his brow furrowed in concentration as he held Esmeralda down, delivering a sound spanking that would hopefully have her think twice before misbehaving in the future.

Tears were welling up in her eyes, but Esmeralda did her best to hold her back. She didn't want to give her sister the satisfaction of seeing her cry – that would just be too awful. Gabriel continued to spank her, however, with no sign of getting tired, so she only hoped her butt would last longer than his hand.

Her hope proved to be unfounded – under the unrelenting onslaught, she eventually broke down sobbing, squirming over his lap and begging for mercy. She promised to be a good little girl for the rest of her life, if only he would stop spanking her.

Marion cackled. "Oh, watch her squirm like a bad little girl. Look at the little baby sobbing. You look absolutely adorable like that - maybe I should take some pictures. Or a video?" Her husband looked at her and raised an eyebrow, suggesting wordlessly that she'd said more than enough.

Finally, with a flurry of spanks that had Esmeralda bucking and blubbering, Gabriel ended the spanking. He helped her up, comforting her and drying her tears while telling her that he hoped he wouldn't have to do that again.

"Yes, Gabriel has a hard hand, doesn't he? Maybe you won't be such a brat in the future," Marion said, still grinning at her sister's misfortune. Esmeralda wanted to tell her to go to hell, but she had a feeling that Gabriel would object to that, so she managed to hold her tongue.

The teenager was sent to bed, and eagerly took the chance to flee the room. She was soon lying on her bed on her stomach, crying softly into the pillow. She was wearing her pyjama top, but her pyjama bottoms were pulled down to give her throbbing bottom some cool air, as she was far too sore to dress.

Having trouble falling asleep, she decided to get a glass of water. On her way back to her room from the kitchen, she walked past Marion and Gabriel's bedroom, where she could hear her brother-in-law's voice. She realized they were talking about her, so she stopped to listen. "You should not have teased her like that, Marion. You only annoyed her, and it was much harder to get her to submit to her well-earned punishment."

"Oh, knock it off," Marion replied. Esmeralda could almost HEAR Marion rolling her eyes. "She deserved it."

"You're the older sister, you're more mature – or at least, you're supposed to be. You're supposed to set an example to your little sister, and taunting someone who is being punished is childish. I expected better of you."

"I don't want to hear it," Marion said sourly. "I don't need a lecture from you."

"Well, if you insist, we can always skip to the main event…"

There was a brief pause, before Marion gasped "Gabriel! No, don't – I'm sorry! You don't have to – "

Esmeralda jumped to her feet as she heard the sound of a firm palm smacking down on soft, naked flesh. Marion whimpered, immediately apologizing for her behaviour.

"That sounds like you're sorry you're being spanked, not that you misbehaved," Gabriel stated. "Well, we'll soon fix that." And he sounds suddenly grew louder - both the slaps and Marion's yelps of pain.

Esmeralda hurried back to bed, not wanting to find out what her brother-in-law would do if he caught her listening at the door while her sister was spanked. She realized now how Marion could know how hard her husband's hand was…