Message-ID: <19826eli$9902100429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Henri Mulet" Subject: Angela and her Mother 2/2 (F/f spanking m/f humil) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990209154239.19767.qmail@hotmail.com> A short time later Kevin got his wish to see his humiliated sister politely asking him to join with the rest of the family and take an active role in her punishment. Although she was fully clothed she felt as naked as she had been just a few minutes before. He was staring at her curves and she knew he was remembering what they really looked like and in a very little while he was going to see them again. It was a good thing she went to his room first. She would've found walking down the stairs with him unendurable. She spun around and went to fetch Michael. She had a recovered a little of her dignity until he gleefully shouted, "Oh Goody. I've been waiting for this. Sister's going to get another spanking. Let's go." In a flash he ran down the hall and Angela leaned against the wall for a moment. Further delay was not going to help anything so she dejectedly followed him. Everyone was in their proper place. The boys on the couch and Mom on a chair in the center of the room. Angela stood slightly off to one side and her ordeal began. The ritual they followed in this room was different from the way they received spankings in private. First the nature of the offence was declared. Angela was given a chance to refute any accusations and, as always, agreed that she was guilty on all counts. Now that the validity of the charge had been established each brother had his chance to explain in great detail why unauthorized use of the family car was a bad idea. Over the years the children had learned that they were expected to agree with Mom even if they didn't think the error was worth this type of punishment. Loyalty to your brother or sister is nice but fear of retaliation is a greater motivator. So they did their best to express their disapproval of her crime in the strongest terms. Getting a lecture from Mom is one thing but listening to her younger brothers berate her was horrible. These preliminaries were designed to humiliate and, as always, they were very effective. The next phase called for them to decide her fate. Again, this is a foregone conclusion and the punishment they chose surprised no one. But it was still unpleasant to hear the boys say it. A time honored 'discussion' of the need for the sentence to be carried out on her bare bottom followed and then the extension of that declaration to include the removal of all clothes. This normally uncomplicated task could not be left to someone who has already proven themselves to be untrustworthy. The boys got up from the couch and stood next to their sister. As each individual article was mentioned she had to ask them to take it off her. They were good boys and took turns while Angela's mortification got worse and worse. It reached its climax with the last two items. Kevin got to say, "You need to have your bra removed." Angela forced herself to respond, "Please take my bra off." and he said, "I'll be happy to." In spite of her recent display in his room she was terribly embarrassed to have these two extra motivations for good behavior exposed again and having him do it made it almost unbearable. There was a moment of comic relief (not for her but for the boys) when he had trouble with the clasp. Mom had to smile also and explained the intricacies of the hooking mechanism. At last he was successful and really seemed to enjoy the sliding it off her very slowly before stepping back to admire his accomplishment. To show her mother that the lesson upstairs had been taken to heart she threw back her shoulders and thrust out her chest as she waited for Michael's command to complete her disrobing. Although the younger brother didn't fully appreciate the charms she bared he understood the humiliation he felt when she had been the one to take his underpants off before he got spanked. He was enjoying his part in punishing his bossy big sister and was proud to be the one who gleefully said, "You need to have your panties removed." His giggles as he said the word 'panties' didn't help matters in the least but Angela was beyond caring about being naked so she stoically asked, "Please take my panties off." Tradition called for him to ask, "Why?" It was hard to believe that she could blush any more but she did as she gave the required response. "So I can be spanked on my bare bottom." Once they were off it time for her to make her formal apology. She inhaled deeply and said. "I'm sorry for taking the car where I wasn't supposed to and by omission, lying to Mom when she thought I was at the library. I'm sorry that you all have to suffer without a car due to my disobedience. I agree that I need to be punished. You've decided that I should be spanked and I concur with that decision. I admit that I acted like a naughty little girl and it is most appropriate that I should be punished in that manner." She no longer felt the almost overpowering urge to cover her breasts and was thankful that, unlike her time in Kevin's room, she could keep her legs together. She held her head high as she looked towards her mother. Her courage faltered for a second when she saw the hairbrush on the table next to the chair. That was a discipline tool reserved for serious offences and usually applied entirely on its own. Angela's face went white as she contemplated what it was going to be like on her recently and very well spanked bottom. She barely found her voice for the next words. "May I ask Mom to spank me?" Normal ritual called for them to agree but Kevin had a surprise up his sleeve. "No. I think Michael should get a better look at your bottom. He knows Mom has already given you one spanking this evening and he should know what a preliminary spanking looks like. It will help him learn not to argue with Mom about the best way to be punished." With a special gleam in his eye he added, "and not to argue about what to wear during the spanking." A nod from Mom told them she had no objection to this slight delay. Angela turned around and had an uneasy feeling her humiliation wasn't over yet. Sure enough, at Michael's suggestion she bent over to display the results of her first spanking and had to move her feet apart to show the spots where the punishing hand had contacted the inside of her thighs. She had heard a whisper before the younger boy made his request so she knew it was really from Kevin but she had no choice but to obey. Maybe Michael was looking at the red marks but Kevin was enjoying another chance to see her secret spot and was relishing his domination over her. She could feel his eyes boring into her and it took all her will power to stay in position. Her mother saw through Kevin's stratagem too. She knew he had already seen his sister's genitals during their hour together and while she was uncomfortable with him displaying her so blatantly in front of the younger boy, she approved of the affect it had on Angela's attitude. And speaking of that attitude, Angela's days of feeling superior to Kevin and treating him like a little kid were over. Her relationship with this brother wasn't the only thing affected. It also would be quite a while before she could re-establish any 'older sister authority' over Michael. She held this pose for a minute before the younger boy said, "Wow. Mom really gave it to you. It's really red." The girl had no doubt that it was but her main concern was what it color it was going to be and more importantly, what it was going to feel like after she was over Mom's lap again. She heard another whisper and Michael asked, "Can I touch it?" Angela said nothing until her mother said, "Aren't you going to answer your brother? He wants to feel if your bottom is still warm from your first spanking. It probably isn't but …" She got the message and said, "Yes, you can feel it." In frustration at this additional loss of dignity she foolishly spoke when she should've kept her mouth shut. "It's pretty cool now but you can feel it again after Mom uses the hairbrush on it and see how hot it gets. How about you Kevin? You want to feel it too. You've been aching to touch me ever since I walked into your room." The words were no sooner out than she regretted them. Two sets of hands stroked her rear end until, unseen by her, Mom gave them a signal that it was time to move to the main event. Kevin spoke for both of them. "I think you should ask Mom to spank you now." She straightened and tears formed in her eyes as Michael took her hand and led her to Mom's side. He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to Angela. The final transfer of this horrible thing to her mother would be Angela's job. She held it out and said, "Please use this to spank my bare bottom very hard and as long as you think is necessary for me to learn my lesson." She felt Kevin's hand on her arm as he put her in position. As long as some traditions were being broken one more wouldn't matter. Instead of the normal silent (for the moment) acceptance of her impending spanking she looked at the boys one more time and, in a sisterly act of charity, said, "I did something really stupid and this is the price I have to pay. Don't be dummies like me. Learn from this so you don't have to be in this position." She lowered her head and waited for the inevitable. The portion of her about to pay the price for her unauthorized trip with the car was in such a state that even a few light taps from the wooden handle would be a significant lesson in obedience but this was not her mother's style. Any job worth doing is worth doing well and she was not about to give her daughter anything less than her best. For the next fifteen minutes the boys watched the hairbrush land, Angela's bottom or thighs flatten and then rebound, and see the color of her skin deepen. From time to one or the other of them would move to her other end to see the way their sister's face registered the receipt of each blow. But no matter where they stood they could see her whole body react to the arrival of her mother's loving discipline and hear her descriptions of how it felt. It was not only Angela who was having a lesson reinforced. Each resounding slap and screech was a reminder to the boys that their mother's disapproval was not to be taken lightly. Angela's portion of this duet tapered off after a while as her voice gave out but her grunts and sobs continued. Granted, their education was a bit easier to take than Angela's but there had been other times when the roles were juxtaposed so it all came out even eventually. Unfortunately, Angela's mind was too preoccupied to ponder this fine philosophical point. When her account was settled there was no doubt that she would not sit comfortably for days and short skirts would have to wait until the marks on her thighs had disappeared. With a solid conviction that she would never do anything to earn another spanking like that again she hobbled to a corner where she could rest her head and cry at the pain and shame. She was so lost in her own world of feeling sorry for herself she had forgotten her promise to her brothers. Even though their touch was rather soft and only meant to feel the heat it caused her to jump. They both declared it much hotter than it was before this last spanking but this wasn't news to Angela. Shortly after that she heard the others go upstairs but she knew better than to even turn her head until the timer her mother set for one hour rang. That little bell gave her permission to move and she stepped back and turned around. She gasped in surprise to see Kevin. He had returned and watched her for the last few minutes. Old habits die hard as she put one hand over her crotch and the other arm across her breasts. His look of disapproval shattered whatever modesty and self-esteem she had left. She put her arms at her side and thrust her chest out as she had done just before the last spanking. He twirled a finger and she turned, opened her legs and bent over. After an endless minute he touched her still stinging rear end and said, "It's still warm and I'll bet it hurts. I think you've learned your lesson. I can't wait for your next spanking." A small bit of anger rose in Angela. "It's ridiculous to say I won't ever get another one from Mom but you can bet I won't do anything bad enough to get it down here so enjoy the view while you can. It's going to be your last." He chuckled in a way that sounded evil and made her shudder. But it was his next words that sent icicles down her spine. "That's not a problem. Getting your spanking here I mean. Didn't you understand what Mom said up in my room about you losing your right to privacy and modesty tonight and in the future? Maybe not. I was confused by it too so I just asked her. Guess what? We're going to spend an hour together in my room like we did tonight every time you need to be punished. She's decided that humility is good for your soul and some time with me is going to be part of your normal pre-spanking routine from now on. She said I could tell you so you'll have something to think about. Maybe you'll think twice before you do something to get another spanking but as you just said, there's not much chance of that. So I repeat, I'm looking forward to your next spanking. Good night big sister." With that he squeezed her battered bottom and walked away. She stayed in that humiliating position until she heard him close his bedroom door. Her quiet sobs began again as she gathered her clothes. Up in her room she didn't bother with pajamas but threw herself on her bed and reached for her old friend. Sam the tiger was soaked with tears by morning. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----