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SOUTHERN EXPOSURE: SEASON 2

by Steve Timmons


Episode 8: Helpful Brother

Thursday was a school day for me, so after my morning run I just had time for a quick shower before having breakfast. I was rushing so much that I almost missed it, but Ann spotted it the moment she walked into the kitchen. She went right to the counter and picked it up.

"Is this what I think it is?" she queried the room in general.

"Yes, indeed. After last night, your father and I thought you two might like to see it."

Turning toward me, Ann held out the object in question, the Scottish tawse that figured so prominently in the story of the lake house spanking party which Dad had recounted in such exquisite detail at last night's family meeting. She turned it over and around and examined it from every angle.

After watching her daughter with an amused look for several moments, Mom commented on Ann's apparent fascination with the 18-inch strip of leather and then offered to provide her with what she jokingly called a "closer acquaintance" if she wished.

Instead of just saying no, Ann surprised us all by replying, "Maybe later, let me think about it, please."

After taking a closer look, I said that its appearance was deceptive and just to look at it you wouldn't know what havoc it could raise on a girl's bare bottom.

"Or a guy's," chimed in Dad as he walked into the kitchen to join his family for breakfast.

Then I remembered that he had been its first victim at the spanking party.

"I thought you said it belonged to Alice Douglas. How did you guys get it?"

"It was hers," answered Dad. "But, no doubt inspired by your mother's highly sensual performance under its tutelage at the party, she decided to give it to us as a wedding present."

"Really? That was sweet of her," Ann remarked.

"Yes, very sweet," said Mom with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "My ever-helpful Maid of Honor tucked it into my suitcase while she was helping me to change out of my wedding dress just before I was about to embark on my honeymoon. When I opened the bag that night in our honeymoon suite at the hotel, there it was sitting right on top of my sexy white negligee, tied up with a big bright pink bow and a little tag that read 'Apply to bride's bare bottom until color matches bow, then do what comes naturally!' Jack spotted it right away and followed the instructions to the letter!"

Ann and I laughed loudly at that little tale and Dad said, "And it got used again last night!"

Two days ago, I would have been stunned by this conversation. Now it almost seemed mundane.

The rest of day passed uneventfully. At dinner, it was just Ann, Mom and me as Dad was working late at the IH dealership that he owned. As we were finishing the clean up, Ann said to both of us that she thought that she was overdue for another practice session and, as she had done once before, she asked me to participate as well. Remembering Ann's reasoning from the last time I had been involved, Mom just said, "Fine, go get the paddle and we'll all meet in the family room when you're ready, if that's okay with you, John?"

"Sure, anything to help my favorite sister."

Mom and I watched a little TV while we waited for Ann. She returned in about five minutes, once more attired in those tight little shorts that seemed to have become the uniform for these 'practice sessions'.

Ann handed Mom the paddle and said, "You first please John."

"Okay," Mom said, "you know the position."

Ann stepped into middle of the room, turned her back to us and, to our astonishment, proceeded to quickly strip off her shorts and bend over with her hands on her knees revealing that she was wearing only a thong in lieu of regular panties.

"Ann Wilson, what on earth do you think you're doing?" questioned Mom? She tried to sound stern but couldn't manage to keep a straight face.

"Looks like this apple hasn't fallen very far from the tree, either," I chuckled.

"Look you guys, at the initiation, the swats are going to be bare butt. All we'll be allowed is this thong, so I've got to be prepared!"

"Okay Ann, but remember that you asked for this so stay in position until we're done. Moving will mean extras, just like it will on initiation night."

So saying, Mom lined up the paddle and gave Ann six sharp swats. She then handed the paddle to me saying, "You're up next, John."

I took up my position, gave Ann a couple of preliminary taps and then duplicated mom's count.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Wow! That warmed me up in a hurry," exclaimed Ann as she started to rise.

Quickly, Mom placed a restraining hand on her back and said, "Nobody told you to get up yet." Then turning to me, she reached out for the paddle. As soon as I had given it to her, she turned back to Ann and said, "You've got another dozen coming for your outrageous behavior this evening. Think how you've embarrassed your impressionable young brother with this scandalous attire," she said, snapping the waistband of the thong as she spoke.

I could see the big grin on Mom's face and had all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Ann, who could not see Mom's face, was taken completely by surprise and started to protest. Mom cut her off and directed me to "restrain your sister if she tries to break position," so I rested my hand lightly on her back just above the waistband of the thong.

Then, before Ann could renew her protest, mom gave her another six hearty whacks with the paddle.

Once more Ann started to rise. Automatically, I pushed her back down as Mom again extended the paddle to me saying, "Okay John, finish up."

Dutifully, I gave her the final six.

"Now you may rise, if you wish," said Mom.

Indeed she did. She popped to her feet in a split second, clapped both hands to her stinging red cheeks and wheeled round on us mad as the proverbial wet hen only to be stopped dead in her tracks by the sight of our Cheshire cat grins. As she rubbed her bottom, she gave us a pouty look.

"That hurt! You two are sneaky!" Then her face also broke out in a big grin.

"You little tease. You are your mother's daughter, all right!" I said.

"Yes, Ann, he's right. You decided to pull a fast one on us just for the shock value. Well, you got what you deserved."

"Yeah, I suppose so," she admitted a little ruefully, "but you didn't have to swat me so hard, did you?"

"I'm with Mom on this one. You got what you deserved, but look on the bright side."

"What's that?"

"Now you know for sure that you'll be able to handle the initiation!"

"Well, thanks for that, I think."

Figuring that the show was over for the evening, I headed up to my room to study. I hit the hay at about ten, so I could get up early for another run and was soon asleep.

Suddenly, I was awakened by someone shaking my shoulder and whispering, "John, John, wake up John." I opened my eyes and was very surprised to see my sister standing over my bed.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to talk to you. Are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm awake. What time is it anyway?"

"It's 1am."

"For crying out loud, Ann, I have to be up at five! Can't it wait until daylight, at least?"

"John, I can't sleep. I need you to do something for me. Come downstairs, will you?"

"Oh, good grief."

"Please John."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

As I swung my legs out of bed, she headed out of the room for the stairs. I followed right behind. In warm weather, I sleep in lightweight gym shorts and a tee shirt so I didn't bother with a robe but just trotted along behind her to the family room.

When I got there, Ann had already turned on a lamp and was standing there in a long oversized tee shirt that reached about half way down her thighs. As I entered, she said in a whisper, "Close the door so no one will hear us."

When I had, she said, "I need you to do something for me." With that, she produced the tawse from under the cushion of one of the chairs and handed it to me.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"It was left on the counter this morning and I scooped it up when Mom and Dad were out of the kitchen."

"And now, you've gotten me out of bed at 1am because you have an 'itch' you want me to scratch?!"

"Please, John. I just have to know."

With that, she turned and bent over the back of one of the lounge chairs that I now noticed was already positioned for the purpose she had in mind. All I could do was shrug and say, "You never fail to amaze me, sister!"

As she bent over the chair she said, "I can still trust your discretion, right John?"

"Have no fear sister; this will be our little secret."

"Great, I knew I could count on you," she answered with a smile.

When she was in the position that more or less matched the description Dad had given us the night before, feet spread and bottom perched atop the back of the chair, she pulled up her tee shirt to reveal two ripe, round bottom cheeks neatly partitioned and framed by the same thong I had seen earlier. She made quite a picture, just like her mother, I thought and then I told her, "Ann you are undoubtedly going to drive some young college guy to distraction."

"More than one, I hope!" was her cheeky rejoinder.

"How many?" I asked, feeling the weight of the tawse in my hand.

"The same dozen that Mom got at the party, and the same way, leaving out the sex bits, of course," she giggled.

"As you wish, but remember, I've never done this before."

"Right, well just try a few light practice swings to get the feel and range. You know, just like the guys did at the party following Steve's instructions."

"Okay, makes sense. But before I start, may I suggest that you find something to bite down on to help keep the noise level down as I'm guessing that you really don't want Mom and Dad rushing to the rescue when they hear their darling daughter shrieking from the shock of the tawse landing on her bare butt."

"Yeah, good idea, bring me a dish towel from the kitchen."

No sooner said than done. As Ann put the rolled up towel between her teeth, I began to adjust my position with little half swings of the tawse against her butt.

When I felt I had the range, I said, "Here comes a half strength test swing to see if I have it right."

Getting a muffled, "Umm hmm" from Ann, I laid one across the lower slope of her bare bottom, making a sort of 'thwick' sound.

"How was that?" I asked.

Getting another "Umm hmm" accompanied by a vigorous nodding of her head, I eased back just a half step further and let fly with the tawse, again catching her right on the under curves and this time getting a real meaty 'thwack' sound.

From Ann came a muffled, "Aaah."

"Okay, I think I've got the range. Here come the first three."

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!



© Steve Timmons
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