Twofer

By Red Rover

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It's OK,” Jeremy Walsh whispered to Kira Blake as the two 12-year-olds sat in the anteroom to the Principal's office. "They can't prove anything and if they could they can't paddle us. It's against the law."

"But we hacked the school computer and messed up all sorts of stuff," Kira replied fearfully.

"But we used that special program you copied off the Internet," Jeremy reassured her. "We're safe as long as we deny everything."

At that point, the Principal opened his office door and beckoned them to come inside. To the horror of the two children, a young woman and a young man were seated within.

"To complete introductions, let me present Marcia Walsh, Jeremy’s mother and Arnold Blake, Kira's older brother," the principal stated smugly. "Be seated, children, while you still can."

The principal cleared his throat. "As you all know, somebody hacked into the school computer over the weekend and did a lot of damage, including changing grades, rearranging the class schedules and putting some dirty words in some teachers' personnel records. Not to mention changing my official biography to note that I received my Bachelor’s degree from “Furbelow Normal School” and my Master’s degree from “Cracker Jack University."

Kira giggled in spite of herself.

"Fortunately, we were able to obtain the services of Arnold, who goes to our local college and is doing advanced study in Computer Science. Apparently, Kira was not aware that he had installed a "Kidwatch” program on her computer. Arnold was able to verify that she had downloaded the "I-Spy" program and emailed it to Jeremy. He was also able to note that penetration of the school computer was done from Jeremy’s computer."

"We're sorry, Mr. Franklin," Jeremy blurted. "We'll never do anything like that again."

"Never, never, never," Kira chimed in.

"I'm quite sure you won't," Franklin said. He reached into his desk and withdrew two wooden paddles.

"But, you can't spank us,” Kira declared shrilly. "It's against the law."

Franklin smiled. "Quite true. No school employee can spank you. But neither Mrs. Walsh nor Mr. Blake are school employees. And Mrs. Walsh is Jeremy’s mother and has a right to spank him. Mr. Blake is over eighteen and legally an adult and their mother has given Arnold permission to spank her at his discretion. Which, I might add, occurs on a frequent basis.

Jeremy looks surprised. “Arnold spanks you? You never told me that.”

Kira blushed. “Well it’s not something you brag about in school, but yes, Arnold has been spanking me since Dad deployed to Kuwait almost a year ago.” And you never told me that your mother still spanked you, either, so there.”

It was Jeremy’s turn to blush.

The children watched in horror as Jeremy's mother and Kira's brother moved their chairs, so they faced each other in the center of the room.

"Come on Jeremy, you know the rules, " Mrs. Walsh stated firmly, "pants off and over my lap."

"You too, Kira,” Arnold said. "Quickly, now."

"B-b-b-but you can't spank us in front of each other," Kira wailed. "Can't you and I go in the other room?"

Mrs. Walsh shook her head. "That's already been decided. You did the crime together and you will be punished together."

Already sniffling, the two children placed themselves across their spankers' knees. Quickly, their underpants were whisked down to their knees and each child could clearly see the other's bare bottom.

Both spankers began with hand spanks, slowly at first, but increasing in intensity and frequency until both bottoms were bright pink. Neither child had cried out, beyond a few inadvertent yelps by the time Mr. Franklin handed out the paddles.

WHACK!! WHACK!!

Simultaneous strokes on both bottoms produced twin screams. The spankings continued in a dual rhythm until both bottoms were glowing bright red and both children were bawling uncontrollably, kicking their legs almost in unison and blubbering promises to be good, "forever and ever."

When they were allowed to get up. Both kids did their “spanking dance” around the room with their bare bottoms and privates on full display as hey tried to rub away the pain.

When the bawling children were sent to the corner and told to stand with their arms around each other’s bare waists, Mrs. Walsh turned to Arnold. “Well It looks like you are going to be a parent for a few more months until Henry gets back from the Gulf.”

Arnold nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Walsh. I have my hands full with Kira and her little sister.”

“Call me Barbara,” Mrs. Walsh said, with a smile. “we are going to be parents together, it seems.”

“Thank you, Barbara,” the young man said. “I am sure we will have a lot in common.”

“Maybe you can bring Kira and her sister over tomorrow night for dinner. “I know that Marcia is working, and you and the girls might like some good home cooking. And I haven’t had a man to cook for since Donald passed on.”

“That’s sounds great, Mrs..... err Barbara,” Arnold responded. The kids can play together, and we can have a good discussion. Marcia is too busy with her work to do any serious child-raising and I could use some advice.”

Jeremy did some mental arithmetic. Barbara was 28 and immature. Arnold was 23, a natural leader and much more mature. Terrible thoughts crossed Jeremy’s mind as he visualized the possibilities.

But, as the two miscreants stood in the corner side by side with their red bottoms on display, Kira seemed oblivious to the byplay between the two young adults. She whispered to Jeremy, "Next time we won't get caught."

Jeremy rolled his eyes, "Women!"

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