by Peter Martin
Molly was so annoyed with her younger sister. Molly was eighteen and had got home late last Saturday night. Her younger sister, Emma who was sixteen, heard her come in at midnight.
Emma had come out of her bedroom in her short nightdress and stood with her hands on her hips as Molly tried to sneak upstairs to her bedroom.
"You are late as it is way past eleven o'clock," Emma snapped.
Molly was surprised by her sister's abrasive tone, but whilst she knew she was an hour late she had reckoned that as their mum was away for the weekend she wouldn't have to worry. She had rather assumed that Emma would be asleep though.
"Erm, I got chatting with the girls and lost track of the time, Sis," Molly explained, except it was a lie as she had been dancing and making out with her boyfriend, but Emma couldn't know that.
"I don't think so," Emma replied smartly. "Babs phoned and went on about you making out with her boyfriend. He had one hand down the front of your top and the other hand up your skirt so I don't see that as chatting to the girls."
Molly was shocked. Ben had been Babs' boyfriend at the beginning of the evening but he dumped her and made a pass at Molly so by the end of the evening he was her boyfriend. So, Molly realised her little sister did know she had lied so she said defensively, "Well maybe, but so what? I know the boys expect it and I liked him."
Emma still berated Molly. "You don't let the boys touch your breasts and between your legs just so they will go out with you, Sis."
Molly supposed that Emma was sort of right. She didn't mind Ben squeezing her breasts but she did feel funny when he ran his fingers along her pussy lips. It did get her aroused she supposed but when he tried to ease his fingers into her vagina she quickly faked an orgasm so he would stop. In fact, he looked chuffed that he had made her cum and had no idea she had faked it.
Even so Molly knew her sister was a bit of a tell-tale and asked in a worried tone, "You won't tell Mum will you, Sis? She will ground me and I'll miss the gig next weekend."
Today was the morning of the gig and Molly was going to miss it because Emma did tell their mum who did ground her. What was worse was that the ticket had been bought by Mum for Molly and when she took the ticket away and gave it to Emma it was a double punishment.
So, Molly decided she wanted to get her revenge on Emma. It passed her by that it was all her fault letting Ben touch her where he shouldn't just to make him like her, and that her mum intended the grounding to make her think twice before letting Ben or any other boy do it to her. Instead she just blamed Emma for telling on her.
Molly knew her sister was a goody-goody and rarely misbehaved and so she decided that it would be so great to make their mum think that Emma had a desire to be spanked. Their mum had never spanked either of them although plenty of her friends were spanked. Both their friends actually, because plenty of Molly's friends were spanked even at seventeen and eighteen years old, and it was normal for fifteen and sixteen-year-olds' to be spanked too. Molly hoped that if their mum discovered her sister's supposed interest this afternoon she would ground Emma and give the ticket back to her. It certainly sounded like a great plan Molly told herself, and she would just love to watch their mum spanking Emma to tears and beyond.
To put her plan into action Molly went on to the computer using Emma's sign-on which she had picked by sneaking a view over her shoulder when she wasn't paying attention. Molly was now logged on as Emma and started searching for spanking sites, finding several and was actually amazed how many there were. Her plan was to copy the links of several photos and videos that showed a woman their mum's age spanking her naughty daughter.
Molly found herself watching several of the video's and realised they turned her on and she found herself slipping her fingers inside her knickers as she watched, and gave herself several orgasms. Time flew by though and Molly realised that she had been on the computer a good couple of hours and that Emma would be back from the shops soon, so she quickly copied several links in to an email. The idea was to send the email to their mum.
Once the links were in the email Molly then added some text. She wrote some of Emma's supposed thoughts that spanking was better than grounding as it was quicker, and the fact it was painful would help teach her not to misbehave in future. Molly was smiling as she wrote several paragraphs extolling the virtues of being spanked and specifically said how her friends said they preferred it to being grounded.
Molly was envious of the way Emma was almost always so well-behaved but hoped that after getting a spanking it would set her off in another direction, although to be fair, she thought it unlikely.
When the email was finished Molly quickly read it over and then put Mum's email address at the top and pressed send. It would be funny listening to Emma argue she would never have done it and reckoned their mum would just go ballistic and give Emma a spanking like in the videos. Molly also sent the email to herself but made sure she deleted the email from the send directory and then to make sure, she emptied the trash directory and the history before closing down the computer.
It was half an hour later that their mum, April, came back from the neighbours. She was 41. Molly had seen her before she left and knew she was in a floral sleeveless dress with bare legs as it was so hot out.
Ten minutes later Emma got home. Molly had seen Emma go out and knew she was in a pink vest top with a bare midriff and white very tight shorts that even showed her bottom cheeks as they were so short.
When Emma got home, Molly was at the top of the stairs as Emma came in to the hallway and immediately their mum ordered sharply, "In here young lady."
Molly couldn't see Emma's face but reckoned it would be a picture of surprise.
"What's up, Mum?" Emma asked in a startled tone.
"In to the living room," Mum ordered and Molly pictured her leading Emma to the dining table where the computer was.
Molly heard the movement downstairs and Mum's voice berating Emma but not saying specifically what the problem was. Molly pictured her mum looking furious and sitting on a dining chair with Emma across her lap with her shorts around her ankles and her bare bottom facing upwards.
The sound of Mum's raised voice drifted upstairs. "I don't believe you, Emma, as it is your email address and you just sent it to me rather than to yourself. It is easily done and you have been caught out. Now it is clear you want to be spanked next time you are naughty and I reckon that is what I will do now."
"But Mum, it really wasn't me," Emma replied in an irritated tone as she clearly wasn't convincing her mum.
"Well who else if not you, Emma?" Mum demanded.
In a fit of frustration Emma said, "Maybe it was Molly."
Mum was clearly not having that. "That is hardly likely is it, Emma. I don't think your sister wants to be spanked at all."
Molly continued listening for a few more minutes but their mum did not use the spank word again and it was sounding less and less likely, and so dolefully she went to her bedroom. She wanted to go to the gig but unless Emma got spanked it didn't look like she would get her ticket back.
So, feeling disappointed Molly opened her tablet and decided to email Ben and see if they could go out tomorrow as her grounding would be over by then, just a day after the gig.
Molly opened her email account and of course the first thing she saw was her made up email from Emma. She smiled and remembered some of the videos she had seen and knew which links they were. She sat at her desk facing the wall and clicked on one of the links and the video shot on to the screen. It showed a teenage girl who had got home late the night before, and her mum was berating her, and after the daughter made a rude retort the mum spanked her with a wooden-backed hairbrush. Molly sat and watched the video and had soon pulled her skirt up and had her fingers between her legs and was gasping erotically as she watched.
Molly was well on her way to an orgasm when she heard her mum say sternly, "What are you doing, young lady?"
Molly was so surprised as she hadn't heard her mum come up the stairs and in to her bedroom nor did she know how long she had stood there.
"N-nothing, Mum," Molly stuttered as she started to close the video. However, with one hand stuck in her knickers she wasn't quick enough.
April grabbed the tablet before Molly could get her hand out of her knickers and looked at the video for a few seconds before closing it. She saw the email appear on the screen and knew it was the one she had been sent. It took her a few moments to realise how come it was on Molly's email account and she looked at her daughter and said in a surprised tone, "It was you who sent the email and not Emma!"
Molly blushed and winced as she realised that she had been caught and knew that she wouldn't be getting the ticket to the gig, and would most likely get grounded again.
April glared at her daughter whose skirt had ridden up and was sure she saw a stain on her knickers. "You do want to be spanked?" she asked incredulously.
Molly was thrown. She saw her mum looking at her knickers and when she looked down she could see the stain which she knew was her own sex juice. She looked up at her mum open-mouthed knowing she couldn't think of anything sensible to say, and swallowed hard and bit her lip unsure what her mum would do.
April was fuming and that was obvious from the look on her face and when she asked in a tone of voice making it clear that she didn't understand what Molly had done but certainly made the assumption that she had, with, "Why do that to your sister?"
Molly could only think of one thing to say. "I wanted the ticket to the gig back." But as soon as she said it she knew that was wrong and was a clear admission of her guilt.
Mum knew that was an admission and was suddenly calmer and knew what she had to do. She went to the bedroom door and called downstairs, "Emma, come up here please."
As Emma was coming up the stairs Molly was horrified when her mum ordered, "Molly, take your knickers off and give them to me."
Molly was about to argue until her mum said, "You are grounded for another week and if I don't get your knickers in ten seconds that will be a second week."
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