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SSC: Rain Day 3
(*****, M/ff, Intense, playing house)
Youngsters play naughty games. (Approximately 476 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
"Don't tell me it's raining _again_," cried Carin, rushing to join her sister at the window.
"Okay, I won't."
The two stared at the endless stream of water draining from gray sky. It had been raining almost non-stop for a week.
"Well, I'm not playing House today," said Carin bitterly. She rubbed her bottom, then yanked her pajamas down and craned her neck. "Is my butt still red?"
"Not really," said Cora. "Come on, it's not like Jack spanks us that hard."
"You just like _any_ attention from Jack -- even spanking attention."
"You like it just as much as me."
"Do too. You just don't want to admit it."
Carin didn't bother answering.
Cora continued, "We never know exactly what Jack's going to do. Is he going to take down our panties? Is he going to use the hairbrush?"
Carin shivered. "That's exactly what I _don't_ like! The not knowing... and Jack always takes it so seriously. It's not a game."
"Jack's just playing. You should ask him for a _real_ spanking if you don't believe he's being gentle."
"No way! If I don't like his play spankings, why would I want a real one?"
"Come on... I'll do it if you will."
* * * * *
By afternoon, Cora's question was thick in the air. The girls were bored stiff. They were sick of board games, dolls, and everything. Cora kept looking at her sister and without a word exchanged Carin knew what was being asked.
Suddenly, Carin turned on the TV. She upped the volume until it was intense. Cora started to say something, then smiled. She took the remote and found Jerry Springer, exactly the kind of show their parents hated. Every few minutes one of the girls would up the volume another notch.
Finally there was a bang from upstairs and seconds later their cousin was glaring at them. He turned off the TV angrily.
"Your parents said no TV!"
"There's nothing to do."
"Look, I'm sorry," said Jack. He hesitated. "Do you want to play House?"
The girls shook their heads. "Nah."
Jack sighed. "I'm going to have to tell your Dad about the TV. He's going to be disappointed."
"Oh don't tell Daddy!" cried Cora, and Carin echoed her desperate cry.
"I've got to."
"Couldn't you punish us?" asked Cora timidly.
"Ah, so you _do_ want to play House!" laughed Jack.
"No, this isn't a game," said Cora. "This is real life."
Jack nodded. "Okay. I won't tell your parents. I'll punish you myself. But this is for real -- that means no limits. What I say goes. Is that understood?"
Carin's eyes were wide. "Is it... is it going to _really_ hurt?"
"Very much," said her cousin. "You will cry. A lot."
Carin shivered violently. "Okay," she whispered.
And Cora grinned.