SSC: Oops 13

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SSC: Oops 13

(****, F/f, Severe, Severe hairbrushing)

An evil boy plots to get his sister spanked. (Approximately 472 words. Originally published 1998-07.)

The woman dragged the screaming girl into the living room, a large wooden hairbrush in her right hand. She sat on the sofa and pulled the girl across her lap.

"Please, Mommy!"

"Quiet! I'm angry with you!"

"I didn't do it, I swear!"

"I warned you about touching the paint! Didn't I tell you not to go in there?"

"Mommy, it was Jonnie!"

Up went the girl's skirt. "Don't you dare blame this on your brother," scolded the mother sternly. "You're the one covered with paint!"

"Jonnie splashed me!" howled the girl in terror as her panties were pulled down to her knees.

"Be quiet and take your spanking like a big girl," snapped the woman. She reached for the brush.

Crouched by the upstairs banister, a little boy lay watching. His eyes burned with delight at the scene before him. His sister's chubby bottom lay bare as she stretched across her mother's lap.

With a horrid thud the high hairbrush flattened the cheeks and the girl screamed in agony. She kicked her feet and flailed, but the brush impersonally connected with her flesh again.

"Noooo!" she screamed. "Owwww, that hurts! No moooorrrre!"

"Be quiet!" roared the mother, delivering an even harder stroke. "You are a naughty, disobedient girl! I'm not going to let you up until I've paddled your bottom raw and you've learned a _severe_ lesson."

With every syllable of her speech the woman cracked the hairbrush down. It rose and fell like an engine's piston. The sobbing child across her legs went berserk, shrieking, wailing, and writhing violently.

"Are you going to listen to Mommy now?"


"Are you going to disobey when Mommy?"

"Yesss, owwww, I mean NOOOOO!" screamed the girl. "I'll be a good girl! I'll never be naughty again!"

Jonnie watched his sister's spanking with growing apprehension. Mommy was really mad! Joanie's bottom was already the color of the beets they'd had for dinner, and the spanking wasn't over.

He thought back to how he'd kicked the stepladder so when it fell the paint would splash his sister.

He really should confess. But if he did, Mommy would paddle his bottom even harder than she had Joanie.

He watched her, sobbing and thrashing mindlessly, her body consumed with pain. It frightened and fascinated him. He wondered what it felt like. He wondered if he'd squirm and fight and sob.

He shuddered. He couldn't risk it. It was better this way. He'd be the naughty one, but Joanie would take the licks. It was an ideal arrangement. He could enjoy the spanking without suffering.

A twinge of guilt poked at his soul, but Jonnie forced it out.

He didn't feel guilty, he told himself. Joanie was a big girl. She could take it. Besides, what else were big sisters good for?

The End

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