When Haley entered the house of her friend Allison, ready to go on a trip to the mall, she expected to find her scrolling on her phone or watching TV – probably both at the same time. She would not have expected to see the high schooler bent over her big sister's lap, getting her bare bottom spanked, but that's what she found.
Haley stared. Could this really be happening? Was she dreaming, or had Lenore truly taken her little sister over her knee, raised her skirt, lowered her panties, and started spanking her? Things like this didn't happen!
Suddenly, Allison spotted her friend and let out a panicked squeal. "Haley! No! Don't look! Go away!" Tears were falling down her face, and she was squirming over her big sister's lap.
"Hello, Haley. Allison will be with you shortly," Lenore said calmly, continuing to spank her sister's reddening bottom. "She skipped school yesterday, so I'm reminding her not to do that."
"Ow! Don't look, Haley!" Allison yelped as her friend continued to stand there in the doorway and stare. "Lenore! Stop! You can't spank me when Haley's watching!"
The teenager howled as her big sister delivered a series of particularly hard spanks to her sensitive sit spots. "Can't? Do you really think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do, little girl?" Lenore raised an eyebrow. "Watch yourself, young lady, or I'll ask Haley to go to my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush."
"No! Ouch! I'm sorry, Lenore, I didn't mean it! Ow!" Allison kicked her legs, yelping with every hard smack on her backside.
Haley stared at the strange sight, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She'd never been spanked, and as far she knew, neither had anyone else she knew. That was some custom from the Middle Ages. But now, she learned that only had her friend Allison been spanked – she was currently being spanked! At the age of eighteen! By her big sister! This was unbelievable.
Eventually, the spanking ended – far too slowly for the red-bottomed miscreant, and far too quickly for her watching friend. Allison stood up and danced from foot to foot, trying to rub the sting away.
"You can pull your panties up now," Lenore told her as she rose. "I don't expect you'll skip school again? Good! Next time, it will be my hairbrush." She gave Haley a nod of greeting and headed for the kitchen, where she began working on dinner, whistling as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Presumably, in this household, legal adults being spanked by their big sisters was just something that happened.
"Come on, let's go to my room," Allison said, wincing as she rubbed the seat of her skirt. "If I'm going to sit down, I'm going to need a few pillows."
Haley felt light-headed as they walked down the hall towards Allison's room. She'd always been slightly intrigued by the concept of spankings, and liked watching them in cartoons and movies. And now, she'd just seen one happen in real life! She was full of questions, and intended to ask them until they had the answers. She'd rarely been in Allison's home before – they would usually hang out at Haley's house, or at the mall. Was this a common occurrence?
"So," she said, deciding to get started. "Does this happen often? Your sister…"
Allison sighed. "A couple times a month, I guess? She's in charge when my parents are away, and she often handles the discipline when they're home as well. They think she's responsible enough to handle the job."
"And it's always a spanking?" Haley asked as they entered Allison's bedroom.
"I've asked her to ground me or take away screen time and stuff like that, but she refuses. She says she can't spend every waking moment making sure I'm following the terms of the punishment, and that spankings are quick and easy." She grimaced. "She also says that the fact that I hate them only makes them more effective."
Haley bit the tip of her finger, drinking in every word. "Does she really use a hairbrush?"
Allison turned pale at the mention of the dreaded implement. "Sometimes. When she thinks I've been really, really bad. It's… it's not something you forget quickly." She shivered, shaking her head and absentmindedly rubbing her rear.
"And is it always over her knee? And always… with your panties down?" Haley asked with wide eyes.
Allison glared at her. "Let's talk about something else. Being spanked is painful and humiliating, and I'd like to forget about it. You're being a little too nosy, Haley, and I don't like it." She folded her arms in front of her chest. "How would you like it if I started asking how YOU'RE punished at home?"
"Grounded," Haley responded calmly. "Straight home after school, no TV, PC or phone for a week or two." She shrugged. "Not much to say, really."
Allison shook her head. "You have NO IDEA how lucky you are. Now, we talked about going to the mall, but I have no desire to leave the house right now, so how does watching TV sound? I need to lie down, of course – sitting is not an option for the rest of the day. I'll probably need an icepack as well…"
For the next few weeks, Haley used every excuse she could find to hang out at Allison's place instead of anywhere else. She'd ask to see her DVD collection, or want to use Allison's dad's printer, or say that Allison's TV was much better than her own. She hoped that she would get to see Lenore punishing her little sister again, but if she thought that Allison was subject to being hauled over the knee every time she entered the house, she was disappointed.
Lenore was not extraordinarily strict, giving her sister plenty of warnings before enforcing discipline, and Allison did not try to push her buttons – Haley later learned that Allison always behaved for a few weeks after her spankings; the punishments were effective, which was one of the reasons why Lenore was so fond of using them.
In the end, Haley decided that if she couldn't see a spanking happen naturally, she would have to engineer one. She knew that Allison was not permitted to smoke, particularly at home, so what would Lenore do if she found a cigarette pack in Allison's possession?
That Friday, Haley asked Allison if they could go home to her to listen to the new CD she'd just bought. When they entered the house, Lenore was waiting for them in the living room with a scowl on her face. "Allison? Care to explain what this was doing under your bed?" She held up an opened pack of cigarettes.
Allison turned pale. "Th-that's not mine," she squeaked timidly, both hands reaching back to protect her bottom. She knew what the consequences of smoking in her room would be.
Haley tried to hide her smile. She suspected she knew what would happen as well, and was quite looking forward to seeing it happen.
Lenore folded her arms in front of her chest. "Oh, it's not, is it? It just crawled under your bed on your own?" She suddenly blinked as if a thought had struck her, and cast a sideways glance at her sister's grinning friend, but Haley was too preoccupied to notice. Finally, she would get to see Allison being punished! This was awesome!
"I-I don't know where it came from, but it's not mine," Allison insisted.
"Don't lie to me, Allison, or you'll regret it. This pack has been opened." She lifted the lid and glanced down. "There's three cigarettes missing from this pack."
"Four," Haley corrected her automatically.
For a few seconds, the room was absolutely quiet as the two sisters stared at her. "That's right," Lenore confirmed. "Now, how did you see that across the room when I was holding the pack away from you?"
Haley blushed, stuttering as she tried to think of a good response. Had she been caught so easily?
"YOU! Were you trying to get me into trouble!?" Allison glared at her. "Are you THAT eager to watch me get spanked? You snake! You rotter!"
Lenore frowned. "What's this about spankings?"
"Ever since Haley saw me get spanked, she's been asking me all sorts of questions. I guess she was so curious about it that she decided to backstab her friend," she said bitterly.
Lenore turned her gaze on Haley and grinned. "Well, if you really want to know about spankings, I know a good way to sate your curiosity," she said.
Haley had never been accused of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she could recognize trouble when it was staring her in the face. She ran for the door, but Lenore easily caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. "Oh, you can't leave yet, Haley. You wanted a demonstration, didn't you?" Lenore said sweetly. "Well, you can have one! Whenever I spank Allison, I usually drag her over to the couch, like this. I sit down, like this, and lower her trousers, like this." She began to unbutton and unzip Haley's jeans. The teenager tried to back away, but Lenore, being bigger and stronger, easily pulled her back.
"Once her trousers are around her knees, I pull her panties down, like this," Lenore continued, whisking Haley's green knickers down.
"Allison! Help me," Haley begged, turning her horrified gaze on her friend. WATCHING a spanking sounded like great fun, but BEING spanked? Not so much. "Please!"
Allison snorted. "Help YOU? After you tried to get me spanked for something I didn't do? Some friend you are!" She watched gleefully as Lenore pulled Haley over her lap.
"Once I've positioned her over my lap, like this, I begin to spank her," Lenore said brightly. "Like this!"
Haley squealed as Lenore's hard hand slammed down on her trembling posterior. It was unbelievably painful! She tried to wriggle away, but Lenore easily held her in place. "Oh, don't go! We're not finished with your demonstration – we've barely gotten started." She continued to spank Haley, moving her hand rapidly from cheek to cheek.
"I make sure to cover every inch of her bottom, like this," Lenore lectured as she spanked. "I pay particular attention to her sit spots, like THIS, so that she'll feel it the next time she tries to sit down."
Haley howled, feeling the first tears begin to fall. She turned her tearful eyes on Allison, who was standing on the other side of the room with a smirk on her face. It was clear that the teenager was enjoying watching her deceitful friend get her just deserts.
"Haley is making a lot more noise than you usually do," Lenore commented drily.
"She's never been spanked before," Allison replied. "She told me she didn't think it still happened."
"Really?" Lenore said, raising an eyebrow. "We should make sure she gets the full experience, then. Allison? Could you fetch my hairbrush?"
"Of course," Allison grinned. She ran off, intending to miss as little of the show as possible.
"You know, she's never been so eager to get that brush," Lenore commented as she continued to spank the bare-bottomed miscreant. "Usually, making her fetch it is like pulling teeth."
"Please," Haley cried, "I've learned my lesson! I'm sorry!"
"Oh?" Lenore replied, her voice sickly sweet as she continued to spank her. "But surely you want the full experience, don't you? I don't want you to feel you've been given an incomplete demonstration of my spanking skills…"
Allison returned with Lenore's spanking brush. Lenore rubbed the hard back of the wooden hairbrush in circles on Haley's sore bottom, causing the teenager to whimper.
"I rub her bottom gently with the brush, like this," Lenore lectured, grinning as she watched Haley's cheeks clench and unclench. "I then lift the hairbrush and spank her soundly, like this."
The crack of the brush sounded like a pistol shot, but it was not half as loud as Haley's howl. "Please stop," she whimpered as the brush continued to slam down on her burning bottom. "I promise I'll be good!"
Lenore glanced at her little sister. "What do you think?"
Allison shrugged. "Well, she certainly SOUNDS sorry… ten more?"
"Let's make it a dozen," Lenore decided. She slammed the brush down even harder on Haley's red rear. "That's one and two…" She spanked slowly now, making sure Haley felt every stroke of the brush. "Three and four… Five and six… That's it, Haley. Let it all out. Yes, yes, I'm sure you're very sorry. Seven and eight."
Haley squirmed, bawling and kicking her legs as if she was running a marathon, but she could do nothing to escape from that awful hairbrush.
"Nine and ten," Lenore said, though the words were drowned out by Haley's agonized howls. "Eleven… and twelve!" The last stroke was the hardest by far, and Haley wailed pitifully. "There! All done!"
Haley sobbed across her lap, unable to rise, so Lenore rubbed her bottom gently for several minutes. "That's it, girl. You've been punished. It's all over…"
Eventually, Haley managed to stand up. Both hands flew back to rub her burning bottom, and she presented a comical sight as she jumped from foot to foot in the age-old brat war dance.
"Now, I'd like to hear you apologize for your misconduct, to make sure you've learned your lesson," Lenore told her.
Haley turned to her. "I'm sorry for trying to trick you, Lenore," she said, still rubbing her bottom with tears running down her cheeks.
"That's OK," Lenore said, giving her a gentle hug and a peck on the forehead. "I forgive you. Now, apologize to Allison."
Haley turned to her friend. "I shouldn't have tried to get you into trouble. I'm so sorry! I hope you can forgive me."
For a few seconds, Allison glared at her friend, before finally giving her a smile and a hug. "I forgive you, you silly brat." She took Haley's hand. "Let's go to my room – I have some lotion that feels wonderful on a spanked butt." As Haley shuffled off towards the bedroom, her jeans and panties still around her knees, Allison gave her one final glare. "Just know that if you EVER do something like this again, I'm going to borrow Lenore's brush and spank you myself – and you won't sit for a week!"
Haley shivered, knowing that her friend meant every word.
"Oh, and Haley?" Lenore called after them. "The next time you two misbehave, I'm not going to send you home while I deal with Allison. You are BOTH going to find yourself over my knee."
Haley pouted miserably as Allison fetched the lotion. Her future looked a lot more uncomfortable than it had this morning. Her curiosity about spankings had certainly been sated!
Haley stared. Could this really be happening? Was she dreaming, or had Lenore truly taken her little sister over her knee, raised her skirt, lowered her panties, and started spanking her? Things like this didn't happen!
Suddenly, Allison spotted her friend and let out a panicked squeal. "Haley! No! Don't look! Go away!" Tears were falling down her face, and she was squirming over her big sister's lap.
"Hello, Haley. Allison will be with you shortly," Lenore said calmly, continuing to spank her sister's reddening bottom. "She skipped school yesterday, so I'm reminding her not to do that."
"Ow! Don't look, Haley!" Allison yelped as her friend continued to stand there in the doorway and stare. "Lenore! Stop! You can't spank me when Haley's watching!"
The teenager howled as her big sister delivered a series of particularly hard spanks to her sensitive sit spots. "Can't? Do you really think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do, little girl?" Lenore raised an eyebrow. "Watch yourself, young lady, or I'll ask Haley to go to my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush."
"No! Ouch! I'm sorry, Lenore, I didn't mean it! Ow!" Allison kicked her legs, yelping with every hard smack on her backside.
Haley stared at the strange sight, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She'd never been spanked, and as far she knew, neither had anyone else she knew. That was some custom from the Middle Ages. But now, she learned that only had her friend Allison been spanked – she was currently being spanked! At the age of eighteen! By her big sister! This was unbelievable.
Eventually, the spanking ended – far too slowly for the red-bottomed miscreant, and far too quickly for her watching friend. Allison stood up and danced from foot to foot, trying to rub the sting away.
"You can pull your panties up now," Lenore told her as she rose. "I don't expect you'll skip school again? Good! Next time, it will be my hairbrush." She gave Haley a nod of greeting and headed for the kitchen, where she began working on dinner, whistling as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Presumably, in this household, legal adults being spanked by their big sisters was just something that happened.
"Come on, let's go to my room," Allison said, wincing as she rubbed the seat of her skirt. "If I'm going to sit down, I'm going to need a few pillows."
Haley felt light-headed as they walked down the hall towards Allison's room. She'd always been slightly intrigued by the concept of spankings, and liked watching them in cartoons and movies. And now, she'd just seen one happen in real life! She was full of questions, and intended to ask them until they had the answers. She'd rarely been in Allison's home before – they would usually hang out at Haley's house, or at the mall. Was this a common occurrence?
"So," she said, deciding to get started. "Does this happen often? Your sister…"
Allison sighed. "A couple times a month, I guess? She's in charge when my parents are away, and she often handles the discipline when they're home as well. They think she's responsible enough to handle the job."
"And it's always a spanking?" Haley asked as they entered Allison's bedroom.
"I've asked her to ground me or take away screen time and stuff like that, but she refuses. She says she can't spend every waking moment making sure I'm following the terms of the punishment, and that spankings are quick and easy." She grimaced. "She also says that the fact that I hate them only makes them more effective."
Haley bit the tip of her finger, drinking in every word. "Does she really use a hairbrush?"
Allison turned pale at the mention of the dreaded implement. "Sometimes. When she thinks I've been really, really bad. It's… it's not something you forget quickly." She shivered, shaking her head and absentmindedly rubbing her rear.
"And is it always over her knee? And always… with your panties down?" Haley asked with wide eyes.
Allison glared at her. "Let's talk about something else. Being spanked is painful and humiliating, and I'd like to forget about it. You're being a little too nosy, Haley, and I don't like it." She folded her arms in front of her chest. "How would you like it if I started asking how YOU'RE punished at home?"
"Grounded," Haley responded calmly. "Straight home after school, no TV, PC or phone for a week or two." She shrugged. "Not much to say, really."
Allison shook her head. "You have NO IDEA how lucky you are. Now, we talked about going to the mall, but I have no desire to leave the house right now, so how does watching TV sound? I need to lie down, of course – sitting is not an option for the rest of the day. I'll probably need an icepack as well…"
For the next few weeks, Haley used every excuse she could find to hang out at Allison's place instead of anywhere else. She'd ask to see her DVD collection, or want to use Allison's dad's printer, or say that Allison's TV was much better than her own. She hoped that she would get to see Lenore punishing her little sister again, but if she thought that Allison was subject to being hauled over the knee every time she entered the house, she was disappointed.
Lenore was not extraordinarily strict, giving her sister plenty of warnings before enforcing discipline, and Allison did not try to push her buttons – Haley later learned that Allison always behaved for a few weeks after her spankings; the punishments were effective, which was one of the reasons why Lenore was so fond of using them.
In the end, Haley decided that if she couldn't see a spanking happen naturally, she would have to engineer one. She knew that Allison was not permitted to smoke, particularly at home, so what would Lenore do if she found a cigarette pack in Allison's possession?
That Friday, Haley asked Allison if they could go home to her to listen to the new CD she'd just bought. When they entered the house, Lenore was waiting for them in the living room with a scowl on her face. "Allison? Care to explain what this was doing under your bed?" She held up an opened pack of cigarettes.
Allison turned pale. "Th-that's not mine," she squeaked timidly, both hands reaching back to protect her bottom. She knew what the consequences of smoking in her room would be.
Haley tried to hide her smile. She suspected she knew what would happen as well, and was quite looking forward to seeing it happen.
Lenore folded her arms in front of her chest. "Oh, it's not, is it? It just crawled under your bed on your own?" She suddenly blinked as if a thought had struck her, and cast a sideways glance at her sister's grinning friend, but Haley was too preoccupied to notice. Finally, she would get to see Allison being punished! This was awesome!
"I-I don't know where it came from, but it's not mine," Allison insisted.
"Don't lie to me, Allison, or you'll regret it. This pack has been opened." She lifted the lid and glanced down. "There's three cigarettes missing from this pack."
"Four," Haley corrected her automatically.
For a few seconds, the room was absolutely quiet as the two sisters stared at her. "That's right," Lenore confirmed. "Now, how did you see that across the room when I was holding the pack away from you?"
Haley blushed, stuttering as she tried to think of a good response. Had she been caught so easily?
"YOU! Were you trying to get me into trouble!?" Allison glared at her. "Are you THAT eager to watch me get spanked? You snake! You rotter!"
Lenore frowned. "What's this about spankings?"
"Ever since Haley saw me get spanked, she's been asking me all sorts of questions. I guess she was so curious about it that she decided to backstab her friend," she said bitterly.
Lenore turned her gaze on Haley and grinned. "Well, if you really want to know about spankings, I know a good way to sate your curiosity," she said.
Haley had never been accused of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she could recognize trouble when it was staring her in the face. She ran for the door, but Lenore easily caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. "Oh, you can't leave yet, Haley. You wanted a demonstration, didn't you?" Lenore said sweetly. "Well, you can have one! Whenever I spank Allison, I usually drag her over to the couch, like this. I sit down, like this, and lower her trousers, like this." She began to unbutton and unzip Haley's jeans. The teenager tried to back away, but Lenore, being bigger and stronger, easily pulled her back.
"Once her trousers are around her knees, I pull her panties down, like this," Lenore continued, whisking Haley's green knickers down.
"Allison! Help me," Haley begged, turning her horrified gaze on her friend. WATCHING a spanking sounded like great fun, but BEING spanked? Not so much. "Please!"
Allison snorted. "Help YOU? After you tried to get me spanked for something I didn't do? Some friend you are!" She watched gleefully as Lenore pulled Haley over her lap.
"Once I've positioned her over my lap, like this, I begin to spank her," Lenore said brightly. "Like this!"
Haley squealed as Lenore's hard hand slammed down on her trembling posterior. It was unbelievably painful! She tried to wriggle away, but Lenore easily held her in place. "Oh, don't go! We're not finished with your demonstration – we've barely gotten started." She continued to spank Haley, moving her hand rapidly from cheek to cheek.
"I make sure to cover every inch of her bottom, like this," Lenore lectured as she spanked. "I pay particular attention to her sit spots, like THIS, so that she'll feel it the next time she tries to sit down."
Haley howled, feeling the first tears begin to fall. She turned her tearful eyes on Allison, who was standing on the other side of the room with a smirk on her face. It was clear that the teenager was enjoying watching her deceitful friend get her just deserts.
"Haley is making a lot more noise than you usually do," Lenore commented drily.
"She's never been spanked before," Allison replied. "She told me she didn't think it still happened."
"Really?" Lenore said, raising an eyebrow. "We should make sure she gets the full experience, then. Allison? Could you fetch my hairbrush?"
"Of course," Allison grinned. She ran off, intending to miss as little of the show as possible.
"You know, she's never been so eager to get that brush," Lenore commented as she continued to spank the bare-bottomed miscreant. "Usually, making her fetch it is like pulling teeth."
"Please," Haley cried, "I've learned my lesson! I'm sorry!"
"Oh?" Lenore replied, her voice sickly sweet as she continued to spank her. "But surely you want the full experience, don't you? I don't want you to feel you've been given an incomplete demonstration of my spanking skills…"
Allison returned with Lenore's spanking brush. Lenore rubbed the hard back of the wooden hairbrush in circles on Haley's sore bottom, causing the teenager to whimper.
"I rub her bottom gently with the brush, like this," Lenore lectured, grinning as she watched Haley's cheeks clench and unclench. "I then lift the hairbrush and spank her soundly, like this."
The crack of the brush sounded like a pistol shot, but it was not half as loud as Haley's howl. "Please stop," she whimpered as the brush continued to slam down on her burning bottom. "I promise I'll be good!"
Lenore glanced at her little sister. "What do you think?"
Allison shrugged. "Well, she certainly SOUNDS sorry… ten more?"
"Let's make it a dozen," Lenore decided. She slammed the brush down even harder on Haley's red rear. "That's one and two…" She spanked slowly now, making sure Haley felt every stroke of the brush. "Three and four… Five and six… That's it, Haley. Let it all out. Yes, yes, I'm sure you're very sorry. Seven and eight."
Haley squirmed, bawling and kicking her legs as if she was running a marathon, but she could do nothing to escape from that awful hairbrush.
"Nine and ten," Lenore said, though the words were drowned out by Haley's agonized howls. "Eleven… and twelve!" The last stroke was the hardest by far, and Haley wailed pitifully. "There! All done!"
Haley sobbed across her lap, unable to rise, so Lenore rubbed her bottom gently for several minutes. "That's it, girl. You've been punished. It's all over…"
Eventually, Haley managed to stand up. Both hands flew back to rub her burning bottom, and she presented a comical sight as she jumped from foot to foot in the age-old brat war dance.
"Now, I'd like to hear you apologize for your misconduct, to make sure you've learned your lesson," Lenore told her.
Haley turned to her. "I'm sorry for trying to trick you, Lenore," she said, still rubbing her bottom with tears running down her cheeks.
"That's OK," Lenore said, giving her a gentle hug and a peck on the forehead. "I forgive you. Now, apologize to Allison."
Haley turned to her friend. "I shouldn't have tried to get you into trouble. I'm so sorry! I hope you can forgive me."
For a few seconds, Allison glared at her friend, before finally giving her a smile and a hug. "I forgive you, you silly brat." She took Haley's hand. "Let's go to my room – I have some lotion that feels wonderful on a spanked butt." As Haley shuffled off towards the bedroom, her jeans and panties still around her knees, Allison gave her one final glare. "Just know that if you EVER do something like this again, I'm going to borrow Lenore's brush and spank you myself – and you won't sit for a week!"
Haley shivered, knowing that her friend meant every word.
"Oh, and Haley?" Lenore called after them. "The next time you two misbehave, I'm not going to send you home while I deal with Allison. You are BOTH going to find yourself over my knee."
Haley pouted miserably as Allison fetched the lotion. Her future looked a lot more uncomfortable than it had this morning. Her curiosity about spankings had certainly been sated!
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