A Story by DJ Black
Mary Campbell walked with a swing to her step and a smile on her face. The Avenue smelt divine that day and with the birdsong already greeting the sun rising above the rooftops it was going to be a splendid morning.
The paper boy swept down the street tossing newspapers onto lawns with a profound grin on his face and Mary did a double take.
“Now what was that all about?” she said brightly and aloud, sometimes she felt she was in a movie and paying to an audience unseen. “Well this is America,” she said as she turned to an imagined movie camera with a smile that revealed even white teeth.
Everything was even in Mary’s life, the hem of her skirt, the line of her bobby socks, the fringe of her golden blonde hair and even the year felt right: 1956. She was 20 –years-old and she had had been out all night with Clark. “It is going to be a wonderful day,” she enthusiastically to her ‘movie audience.’
The best part was her folks weren’t home and they would never know that she had stayed out all night. Not that anything too untoward had happened. She turned and winked for the benefit of the back row, “No not too untoward,” she said aloud with her tongue placed gently in her cheek.
Further down the street she came to the Henderson’s house just opposite hers. Then she gasped at what she saw, what the newspaper delivery boy had seen.
The Henderson girls, Kathleen, Marie and Evelyn were all standing in a row facing the porch wall with the hands on their heads. They all looked to be wearing PJ tops, but no lower half and no panties of any kind. The effect was to display three bare bottoms in a line, well-spanked bare bottoms too. Mary stopped to contemplate the sight. Kathleen was 21 and Marie, like her 20 with Evelyn being the baby at 18; too old for a spanking like this one might think. Well not in the Avenue, Mary turned to the imagined camera and did a suggestive double rise of her eyebrows, the Avenue was a little enclave of strict family values and a girl was never too old for a good spanking. She knew some of the mother’s and aunts were taken to task sometimes, although usually in a more discreet way.
The Henderson girl’s bottom held a deep dark red leaning to purple and really quite shiny as if something like a strap had polished them following a sustained application of a hairbrush. Sometimes she loved the Avenue.
“Good morning girls,” she said brightly, as if it were any other morning. Saturday nights were a sore temptation to any teenaged girl and the consequences played out all too often on Sunday mornings.
The Henderson girls were not too chatty about it though so Mary strolled over for a closer look. Kathleen shifted uncomfortably, even from the side her face was puce and she had been crying. She looked about as miserable as anyone Mary had ever seen. Marie was equally shame-faced next to her sister.
“Good morning Mary, we kind of got busted,” Evelyn, the youngest said, she seemed more sanguine, but then still being in high school this was an occupational hazard. For college-aged girls like the older two and Mary herself it was a humiliation to be avoided at all costs.
“Nice cherry buns you got there,” Mary teased.
“Well I try, you know,” Evelyn said ruefully.
“Will you just go away,” Kathleen hissed.
“What did you do?” Mary asked.
“Curfew violations,” Evelyn shrugged, “Kathleen was real late.”
“Yeah, I kind of get that,” Mary smirked eyeing up the sorest bottom she had seen in an age, “Well see ya.”
Mary turned to go. “What did I tell you?” she said aloud to her imagined theatre audience, “It is a beautiful morning.”
She was about to congratulate herself on having the house to herself and escaping such parental sanction… Oh and there was no doubt at all that her folks would have spanked her beyond the telling of it. They would punished her at least as imaginatively as the Henderson girls if they knew she had been with Clark all night, “My gosh yes,” she admitted with a wince to the crowd. Then the door opened for her and her elder sister Jane was standing there.
“Good morning Mary, Mom thought you might need a bit of guidance while she was away. She asked Brad and me to come over today,” Jane grinned evilly, “But we were surprised to find you out?”
Mary’s stomach sank to her knees and her heart began pounding in her chest. “I can explain,” she blurted.
“Oh please do,” the 26-year-old Jane said.
“I… well… it is like this…” Mary noticed Jane’s husband Brad stepping up behind Jane.
“You had better come in,” he said.
“Were you with Clark last night?” Jane’s arms were folded and her expression was sharpened in real concern.
Mary nodded dumbly.
“Tell me… did you?” Jane closed her eyes hardly daring to ask, “Are you still…?”
“We didn’t go that far, I absolutely promise,” Mary said indignantly, “We just… well you know and then we got talking and then there was the sunrise…”
“Mary, you have to tell me the truth, how far did you go?”
Mary flushed and looked at Brad who fixed her with a glare that reminded her of her father, well he was 32. “We might have sort of… well… third base…” Mary blushed to her ears.
Jane looked to the heavens and walked in a circle. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she cursed.
“Hey,” Brad warned her.
“Sorry,” Jane said.
There was a cold silence and Brad turned his back to hide a smile. Jane and he had been much the same, but that wasn’t the point.
“Think of your reputation,” Jane was aghast.
Well there is hypocrisy for you; Mary imagined her turning to say to the theatre audience.
“If I tell the folks about this you will be grounded for a month at least and absolutely forbidden from seeing Clark ever again,” Jane sighed.
“Oh please don’t tell them,” Mary wailed.
“Well…” Jane feigned reluctance, “I suppose Brad and I could just handle this ourselves…”
Mary suddenly felt like a fly on paper or worse, a fly caught by two big fat spiders. “What do I have to do?” she thought of the Henderson girls and quailed. She would die, just die.
“There is quite a list,” Jane licked her lips in expectation.
“Go on,” Mary sighed in defeat.
“Well for one you are grounded for the next two weeks until the folks get back. When they do get back I will tell them I spanked you and you were grounded for missing curfew… no more than that and I don’t think after two weeks they will ask any more…”
“You are going to spank me?” Mary blurted.
“At least once and Brad too… unless?” Jane said matter-of-factly.
Mary rolled her eyes and groaned.
“This place will be spotless and cleaner than heaven for Mom when they get back,” Jane eyed some scattered magazines.
“I guess,” Mary agreed.
“Then Brad and I are going to spank you… bare bottom with a hairbrush right before you go stand in the corner… just while Brad goes to fetch the razor strop from home.” Jane explained.
“You have a razor strop… why…?” Mary gasped.
Jane blushed and Brad and she exchanged glances, “Brad’s Pa gave it to us… you know, just in case… for… well never you mind…”
“But Jane… you can’t…” Mary protested.
Jane folded her arms again and gave Mary a cold hard stare. “Tell you what, you look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have it coming and we will leave it…”
Mary winced and gave a little frustrated stamp with her foot. Even if she could do that Mom and Dad would take a different view. “Fine,” she grumped and looked away with a pout.
“Then you had better get Mom’s hairbrush,” Jane shrugged.
“Come on Jane, this I so unfair… I mean…” Mary argued.
Jane fixed her with a sharp glance. “Do you remember how many times you were happy to drop me in it with Mom and Dad? When I was 19 and got back from seeing Brad when Mom didn’t know I was out… you waited up and turned on all the house lights when I was trying to sneak in?”
Mary was downcast and made a purse of her lips, she did.
“You found it quite amusing that I had to get up early the next morning to wait in the corner with my pants and panties around my ankles; that I got spanked so hard that I couldn’t sit down for three days… oh and then I had to stand out on the porch all morning so that you and the other kids got to gloat and tease… on the porch with my bare behind hanging in the breeze like Henderson’s out there.”
Mary could not look her sister in the eye, “I was a brat… but that was so long ago…”
“That was not the worst time… and you were more than a brat 13-year-old last time, almost 17 and I was home from college, do you remember?”
“Yes,” Mary offered weakly.
“Talk me through that one,” Jane was glaring now.
“I was… it was… just a joke that got out of hand…” Mary mumbled.
“A joke, so funny,” Jane turned to Brad and said, “she took a bottle of bourbon I had hidden in my room and poured it on the barbecue at a family gathering… there was a fire ball… people might have been hurt. I got the blame… I was spanked on the bare in front of everyone… everyone, I nearly died… young men, boys and little kids…”
“Sorry,” Mary said and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“Oh, you will be,” Jane hissed, she was suddenly mad now, until now she had not known how much she still cared about that embarrassing past. “The only reason you are not getting porch time is that then Mom and Dad will find out and we have a deal… we do have a deal?”
Mary gulped and nodded.
“Here is what is going to happen: for the next two weeks you are grounded as I said and in a minute I am going to spank you… spank you so hard. Then Brad is going to spank you… she shot him a look.”
He threw up his hands and gave a reluctant nod.
“Then while Brad goes home to get that strop I am going to spank you again…” Jane nodded vigorously as if to say and ‘how do you like them apples.’ “At some point you will go to the corner… oh you have so much corner time coming… but hey this is the best part, I am going to spank you every other day until Mom and Dad gets back…”
In her mind Mary turned to the imagined movie audience and said, ‘your heroine is in peril folks.’
Jane grabbed her sister by the arm and led her to the couch. Once there she hauled down across her lap and rucked up her skirts in back. After a savoured pause the panties went south revealing Mary’s completely bare bottom to Brad.
The man looked uncomfortable and stood awkwardly.
“Oh my gosh,” Mary squeaked, and today started out so lovely, “Please Brad look away… this is so…”
“Such blushing,” Jane teased, “Let me see if I can match a blush on your bare bottom to your face.”
“Please Jane…”
“Shall we tell Mom?” Jane offered.
“Nooo,” Mary wailed, the wail grew as the first swat of the hairbrush stung her exposed behind.
“Then take this spanking like a good girl,” Jane grinned and spanked her again.
The impact was hot and hard, like a flat-iron burn right where it would do her the most good. Mary yelled out and kicked her legs movie fashion. She remembered witnessing Marie Henderson’s spanking last fall, from some angles a lot of girl got showcased; Mary’s face was on fire as she wondered just what Brad might be seeing. This was a passing worry, about a minute later her other end was burning so much that she would not care who could see if only the blaze in her bottom would stop.
“Is this working for you?” Jane said, “It sure in hell is working for me, what about you Brad? How am I doing?”
“Hey watch your mouth honey or your sister won’t be the only one getting a fanny paddling,” Brad scolded her.
“Sorry Hon,” then to Mary she said in a low voice, “He is quite right you know, but if he spanks me later for this it will be soooo totally worth it.”
The flat of the brush asserted its presence until Mary was bawling like she might have at any time from 12 to 20, “Please Jane, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
“No you won’t, liar, liar pants on fire,” Jane teased, “Oh but you don’t have any pants, just a fire where they ought to be.”
The hairbrush retargeted Mary’s sit spots and really blasted in so that the 20-year-old really got vocal.
“Please Jane, please, I’m sorry,” Mary’s voice was hoarse now.
“I guess for the first spanking of three today you’re about cooked,” Jane said and stopped.
Mary collapsed into a flood of tears, great heaving sobs as she lay across her older sister’s lap. She waited for a bit before helping Mary up to take her place in the corner.
“Maybe she has had enough for today,” Brad said.
“Oh pish, just give her 15 minutes and then you can take over,” Jane insisted.
Mary reached the corner and bowed her head so that her forehead touched the wall paper. It was cool where her bottom was hot and what with the tight fire that used to be her behind she was ready to cry some more; not least because her brother-in-law could see her bare hiney.
“Just where you belong you little brat,” Jane said with plenty of relish.
As soon as Mary’s breathing steadied she imagined a sideways breach of the fourth wall, ‘This had got be against the Hays Code surely?’ Still a spanking always sold movies, she just wished she wasn’t the star of this one.
“Here you go oh lord and master,” Jane said handing Brad the hairbrush.
Brad pursed his lips and was about to object.
“You’ll love it… I mean, she was out all night… think of her reputation,” Jane reminded him.
Brad took the brush and beckoned Mary out of the corner, “I guess you have it coming,” he said.
“You’re not my father,” Mary protested.
“Shall I call Dad then?” Jane suggested.
“No,” Mary agreed sullenly.
Brad’s lap was firm and almost comforting. She felt kind of safe and if she imagined Gary Cooper or Bogart for the scene then just maybe… the brush landed on her bare bottom and she shrieked.
“Nooo,” she wailed and began to twist and squirm under the rapid application of the brush to her bare bottom, “Okay, okay, okay…” she babbled back into more sobbing, the place right where thighs met bottom blistering on impact; an aching burn that really stung. Boy did Brad know how to give a spanking.
“Way to go husband of mine, you are really putting it to her,” Jane grinned, “She will have one hell of a tender tush in the morning.”
Brad didn’t miss the curse word, but addressed himself to the bare bottom under his hand.
“Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry,” Mary wailed as the spanking began to break all records, Brad sure knew how to spank… a sentiment worth repeating people. Mary was beginning to really hate this movie.
“That is some redecoration,” Jane said in awe, “I am really loving that shade of red… “
Mary had surrendered, no more movie quips, no more protests, just a world consisting of her bottom and the point of impact for the hairbrush.
“A little more Hon,” Jane urged, “Hell, make it a lot more…”
“No,” Brad said and stopped spanking, “She’s done.”
Jane pursed her lips in frustration, but there was still the strop and maybe another spanking… hell they had all day. “Okay little Miss stop out, back to the corner.”
Mary could not get there quick enough.
“Oh look at those cute cherry red buns,” Jane said in a teasing voice, “Such a pity we can’t display them on the porch.”
Brad shook his head, not that he didn’t appreciate the scene; but he was seeing a side to Jane he did not like. He took one last look as he headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Jane asked irritably.
“To get my grandfather’s old razor strop… remember,” he shot back.
“Oh yes,” Jane smiled like the proverbial cat. Only this cat had a mouse not cream.
“Look I’m sorry Jane, you don’t have to…” Mary pleaded.
“Do have to… it was a promise,” Jane said sadly, “I always keep my promises.”
Mary gulped and made hissing noises as she tried to cope with the throbbing burn on her tail end.
“You wait until you feel that strop… it is something really special,” Jane gushed, “Honestly sis you aren’t going to be able to sit down for a week… maybe longer.”
‘Listen sister, you ain’t gonna sit for a week when I’m through,’ Bogart said in her head. Why was a spanking always so much more fun in the movies?
Jane went to the window to admire the predicament of the Henderson sisters, their folks always were creative when it came to spanking; she remembered that from when they were all kids together. She figured Mary wouldn’t be the only one not sitting down too easy for a while. The early morning was moving on now and there were more people about to see their shame. It was simply scrumptious.
“You really won’t tell Mom and Dad will you?” Mary begged from her place at the wall.
“A deal is a deal kid,” Jane responded, “But remember you going to get a whole lot of spanking before they come home.”
“Agreed,” Mary said through gritted teeth, she really didn’t think she could take any more. “I wish I had a little sister,” she added ruefully, “Any kid sister of mine would never sit comfortably.”
“That’s the spirit,” Jane laughed, “My justification right there.”
“Hoist on my own petard,” Mary said to an imagined movie audience.
Brad returned in less than half an hour, by which time the Henderson sisters had been brought in and were now serving out the rest of their timeout inside. He didn’t hide the strop and had it over his shoulder.
“There you are,” Jane showed her lower teeth as she smiled, “I was afraid that little sis’s buns were going to cool off.”
“They haven’t I assure you,” Mary said tartly, but she was blushing furiously at the renewed acquaintance of Brad and her exposed hiney.
“I guess she had it coming,” Brad agreed, “But she is about cooked I think, even your father would cut her some slack if he were here.”
“You are going to strop her?” Jane said, now confused.
“No honey, I am not,” Brad told his wife.
“Then why…?” Jane began to sound uneasy, “Oh no… you… n-no…” she began backing away and tried to put the couch and other furniture between her man and his razor strop.
“Oh yes honey,” Brad said, “panties down and over my knee for a warm up.”
“You can’t… absolutely not, I won’t do it, not here…” Jane put her foot down.
“Is that your final word?” Brad asked.
“Yes,” Jane sounded uncertain.
“Good,” Brad said and pulled her across his lap as he sat on the couch. “Mary you can turn around and watch this.”
“You bastard,” Jane wailed as her husband bared her bottom.
“That is another thing, you have been cursing all morning, when we get home I am going to spank you for that too and maybe wash your mouth out with some soap,” Brad told her.
“He won’t do that,” Jane told Mary emphatically, “He doesn’t do that… ever… I hardly even get spanked…” she was mortified, but her fire red face revealed her lies.
Brad realised the hairbrush was out of reach, “Pass me that will you Mary?” he nodded toward the brush.
Mary was all too pleased to help.
“The hairbrush and the strop?” his wife wailed.
“That is what you intended for your sister isn’t it, three spankings and a stropping?” Brad plumped his wife’s behind with his hand.
“But…” Jane made to protest.
“Hoist on her own petard,” Mary imagined herself saying to the movie going public, “The heroine is saved and the villainess gets her comeuppance.”
The spanking began and a fierce enterprise it was as the flat of the brush seared a succession of ovals into Jane’s bottom cheeks. Jane herself was shrieking as wildly and dramatically as any movie dame ever did while getting a spanking, only few of them got it on the bare. Mary though about the Prince who was a Thief, one of the few movies with a bare bottom spanking in it.
“You are getting pretty red there sis,” Mary observed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jane wailed, both tears and red satin growing with each spank.
“Right, get over the back of that couch,” Brad told her as he let her up.
“No I won’t,” Jane jumped back protecting her rear with her hands.
“I will spank you until you ask nicely to bend over the couch and again when we get home,” Brad threatened.
“You will anyway,” Jane said with a pout.
“True,” Brad agreed, and he fixed his wife with a hard stare.
“Does she have to watch?” Jane said sullenly as she contemplated the couch.
“Oh yes,” Brad told her.
Mary grinned as Jane bent over the back of the furniture with her already red and very bare bottom jutting upwards towards the ceiling.
Brad took up position and brought the razor strop back over his shoulder. Mary held her breath.
The lash of fire extracted a scream form Jane and then another as Brad went to town.
Mary half thought of a movie quip but this was too dramatic and way better than any film she had ever seen.
“Brad, Brad, Brad…” Jane was yelling, “I’ll do anything… please.”
Mary was old enough to imagine what anything might entail, and that definitely would not be in any movie ever.
“Ten more and then you and Mary can go to face the wall,” Brad told her.
“T-ten…” a wet-faced Jane nodded; her seriously russet rump jiggling as she squirmed. It could be a whole lot worse, “Yes Sir,” she agreed.
“Jane, why am I strapping you?” Brad asked her.
Jane winced and tried to think. “Because I was cursing,” she suggested and then waited for his reaction.
“That is what the spanking you’re getting when we get home is for,” he said.
Jane pouted, she knew he would make her hold a bar of soap in her mouth while she was in timeout but she prayed he wouldn’t say that in front of Mary. “Because…” she actually had no idea other than he was displeased with her.
“You have been mean to your sister because she made a mistake. She deserves a spanking and she got one. You didn’t, however, just agree to keep it from your parents to protect her relationship with Clark, did you?”
“I suppose,” Jane agreed meekly.
“You aren’t being a big sister looking out for her are you?”
“No,” Jane admitted.
The first of the last 10 strikes of strop bit hard and Jane squealed, as she did for the second. Her behind was tomato red and there were visible welts now where the edge of the leather raised a white ridge of white blister. Brad did his best to place these tender treats right on the underside of her bottom where her tail usually met any seat; a good method for keeping a girl conscious of her sins.
“I should have made you count them,” he said at around the sixth lash.
Jane’s face was a twist of pain and the searing fire in her bottom put her beyond counting. Brad finished it.
“Now say sorry to Mary,” Brad told her.
Jane just sagged over the couch bawling like a 10 year-old.
“Say sorry,” Brad gently squeezed her shoulder.
“Sorry,” Jane wept.
“Now let me see you both side by side facing that wall,” Brad told them.
Jane nodded and digging deep for her brave she winced as she walked to face the sentence. Once both sisters were lined up with cherry red tails pointing into the room, Brad announced he was going to make some coffee. “You can stay there for an hour or so and think about your behaviour, both of you.”
“Yes Sir,” both sisters said in unison.
“I guess I had it coming,” Jane admitted wistfully once Brad had left the room.
“I know I did,” Mary admitted, “But Jesus, Brad and that strop, better you than me… do you get it often?”
Jane shrugged, “Only when I deserve it… he is going to spank me on this sore bottom later and he will wash my mouth out with soap.” Jane somehow enjoyed the admission.
“Go Brad,” Mary said without enthusiasm.
“I wouldn’t have I any other way,” Jane admitted shyly.
“Go Jane,” Mary said more happily.
“I am so still going to spank you every few days,” Jane told Mary, “Right over my knee, bare bottom and all… we had a deal.”
“I never doubted it,” Mary said ruefully. Then to her imagined movie goers she said ‘and so the sun sets on this rural American town and all the little brats have been spanked and sent to bed.’
Unaware of Mary’s thoughts she remembered a game they used to play as kids and she turned to her own imagined camera and said aloud, “That’s all folks.”
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