by Ken Burke
My name is Helen, and my friend Sandy and I were college roommates. Sandy always had a fantasy about being spanked, and when she visited me she was given an opportunity to live out that fantasy. I had no such fantasy - I actually grew up in a spanking family and for me, spanking was just a matter of discipline and punishment. While I readily agreed to provide the spanking experience for Sandy, what surprised me were the sexual aspects. The sexual excitement it brought to Sandy made me aware of the erotic side of spanking. I got a real charge from spanking her thoroughly and seeing her reactions and the arousal the spankings and other punishments had on her... and I could not help overhearing her use of her vibrator in the bedroom next door to mine every night after her punishments. It turned me on so much I was determined to experience a spanking again, so the night before she left I asked her to spank me. I even asked her to use her paddle so I could have the full experience. While it hurt as much as I remembered, the new sexual connection made it an entirely new and thrilling experience.
But four years have passed since then and there has been no opportunity for any repetition. However, about a week ago Sandy called. It seems that she had made arrangements to stay with my sister, Linda, and her husband Paul, in their cabin in the Tennessee mountains, and the agreement was for Sandy to be subject to their discipline just like she was subject to mine when she visited me.
Apparently things were going so well for the first week that she talked to them about asking me to join the fun. Only this time I would be among the spankees, not the main disciplinarian! That's what she called about. Was I interested? My mind is still reeling at the thought. Would I be willing to subject myself to spanking and punishment from my much younger sister? Would I be willing to include her husband? My heart raced and my faced blushed with the images and thoughts that went racing through my mind. I could not pass up this chance, so barely pausing to think, I agreed!
Now I am wondering what in the world I have gotten myself into. Unlike Sandy I am not so petite that I can play the role of a much younger woman who might naturally be subject to juvenile discipline. I am larger than both Sandy and my sister Linda and obviously older than Linda. So here is the scenario that Linda and Sandy have worked out: I am to be myself - Linda's older sister. But I have made some bad choices in my life and got myself into some trouble. Linda and her husband Paul have agreed to bail me out but on one condition - I am to be put under their control just as 'Cousin Sandy' is. I am subject to any discipline and punishments they feel are necessary to straighten me out until I am ready to act as an adult and take control of my own life.
In some ways that makes the situation even more embarrassing than Sandy's. It seems natural in rural Tennessee for a younger relative to be subject to discipline, but for an older woman to be subject to such juvenile measures seems especially humiliating. Sandy says that will make the experience even more exciting. She says that having people know that my younger sister is disciplining me will only add an extra dollop of excitement to the experience. And she says that Linda is only too eager to get back at her older sister for how bossy I was to her when we were kids!
It's too late to worry about all that now. I leave tomorrow. Linda and Sandy are picking me up at the airport. Wish me luck!
I arrived safely at the airport and found Linda and Sandy there to greet me. We picked up my luggage and headed for the car. It must have looked like a normal visit from the outside but let me tell you it was anything but normal from my perspective. Though nothing had been said yet about spanking it was all I could think about. What would happen? When would it happen? How would I react?
Linda pointed out that it was a long ride from the airport to the cabin in the mountains so we should stop for lunch. I felt like she was purposely prolonging the agony, but it was at the restaurant that I got my first surprise. While we were looking over the menus, Linda started talking.
"I suppose we should start by getting a few things straight. While you are here I expect you to obey my instructions completely. Is that understood?" She talked as if she were speaking to a five year old and I could feel my face flush. "Is that understood?" she repeated more insistently.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Yes, what?"
I got the point. "Yes, ma'am," I stammered. I saw the waitress heading toward our table. I could only pray, Oh, God, please make her stop. I'm not ready for this.
Linda went on, "And if you don't behave what will happen?"
"I will get punished."
The waitress appeared. Had she heard the conversation? I must have been red as a ripe tomato. "May I take your drink orders?" she asked.
We ordered diet cokes and the waitress went off to get them. But she was no more than a few steps away and well within earshot when Linda asked, "And exactly how will you be punished?" I could not say the word but Linda was persistent. "Helen, how will you be punished if you misbehave?"
I glanced at the waitress. She had stopped at a nearby table to get their orders. Could she still hear? I knew I had to answer. "I get spanked," I mumbled.
"That's right," Linda said. "You get a nice hard spanking on your bare bottom."
Now I was worried about the people at the tables around us. Could they hear our conversation? And Sandy was just sitting there with this big Cheshire cat grin on her face... she had arranged this whole thing, as I recall. I was already completely humiliated and we hadn't even arrived home yet. Nothing had actually happened! This experience was already far more intense than I had ever imagined.
Soon our drinks arrived and we gave our food orders. The conversation turned to more mundane things like what the cabin was like and Paul's work schedule. He stays at their house during the week and comes to the cabin on weekends - which means for the next few days I have time to get adjusted to my situation without his presence. I am very glad of that as I don't know how much of this I can take at once.
When it was time to leave there was another surprise. On our way to the cashier, Linda spotted a stand with some of those old-fashioned souvenir paddles. I didn't know they still made those! She picked one that said, For the Little Deer with the Bear Behind and a picture of a deer and a bear chasing it. The cashier laughed and asked if she wanted to monogram it. I nearly died when Linda said, "Of course," and told her to put the name 'Helen' on it.
"Is Helen your daughter?" the cashier asked.
"No, Helen is my naughty little sister, here," Linda said, pointing at me and my bright red face. "I think I may need this to keep her in line."
"Oh, my," said the cashier as she completed the monogram. "You must really be a naughty girl!" I wanted to melt right into the floor!
After we left the restaurant we headed for home. The cabin is very cute. It has two bedrooms and a single bath. There is also a small guest house out back and even a woodshed in the yard. Sandy and I were sharing the second bedroom in the cabin and she showed me the way so I could unpack and put my things away. We were only home a couple of minutes when Linda called Sandy to the living room. When we got there, Linda was tapping her foot.
"Sandy, what is the rule about cleaning up after breakfast?"
Sandy turned red as she realized what was about to happen. "I'm sorry, Linda. It was just that we had to hurry to pick up Helen at the airport and I figured I would get it when we got back."
"Yes you will clean it up but not until after we have a little 'discussion'," said Linda.
Realizing there was no way out, Sandy answered meekly, "Yes, ma'am." This was after all, the very point of her visit. I guess I was going to get to see what I was in for.
Linda moved an armless chair to the center of the room and called Sandy to her. As Sandy stood with her hands clasped behind her head, Linda proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs. As she did so, she continued scolding Sandy for her forgetfulness. "Haven't we discussed the importance of doing your chores?"
"Yes, ma'am," was Sandy's meek response.
As Linda slipped her fingers inside Sandy's pink panties, she continued scolding, "And what happens when your chores don't get done?"
"I get spanked ma'am," responded a now half naked Sandy.
I had seen all this before, of course, but that was from the point of view of the spanker. Imagining myself in Sandy's place standing half naked and waiting to be spanked was a whole different ball game. And what was it with all this scolding? I never did that! I also noticed something that had never occurred to me before. Sandy's naked crotch was right at Linda's eye level. I know we are all adult women but it must be humiliating to be stripped by a younger woman and forced to stand with your bare slit right at the eye level of someone who is about to inflict a painful and juvenile punishment...What do I mean 'must be'? - I am destined for the very same treatment, and from my baby sister, no less.
Finally Linda ordered Sandy over her knee and Sandy quickly complied. Without further ado the spanking began. One thing I noticed right away was that Linda had become much more comfortable with spanking than when she had visited me four years ago. She spanked hard and with a deliberate rhythm, moving her spanks around so that Sandy could never anticipate where the next one was going to land. Even though it was only a hand spanking, she began to react with whimpers and ouches and her bottom began to clench in anticipation of the next blow - one consequence of the regular rhythm. As Sandy's bottom turned a healthy shade of pink, Linda stopped and said the preliminary spanking was over and told Sandy to fetch her paddle.
Sandy got up from Linda's lap and headed into the kitchen. It was only then that I realized that all the windows were open (there was no air conditioning in the cabin) and the front door had only the screen door closed. Anyone passing nearby must surely have gotten an earful. Sandy soon came back carrying the very same paddle that I had made for her when she visited me. For some reason it looked a lot more fearsome now. And that it proved to be. From the very beginning it was clear that a spanking with a paddle is entirely different from a hand spanking. Sandy verbalized her reactions from the very first swat. "Ows" and "Ouches" turned to cries and sobs and then to incoherent promises to be good.
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