The Sisters' Plot 5

By JC6

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Sally sat down on the couch not even attempting to conceal her grin. She patted her lap eagerly while looking at her little brother. "Over you go Jonny. I sure hope you weren't planning on sitting down again today!" she said laughing.

Jon looked at his mother beseechingly. "Mom, please, I wasn't spanked! Not for real! I just got a few smacks! It wasn't a real spanking!" he pleaded.

"I see," his mother said her hand rubbing her chin, "so what would be a real spanking to you young man?" she asked evenly.

"Um...I, uh, well, I mean, like over the knee and long and hard, uh, on my bare bottom," Jon stammered trying to answer the question. "Ms. Vivian just like smacked me a few times here and there when she thought I needed it. She didn't spank me for real like over her knee. So see, I wasn't really spanked" he said hoping he had proven his point that he was indeed not spanked and might avoid further punishment.

To his relief his mother seemed to consider the notion. "So you didn't get a real spanking. Yes, that is a valid point," she said causing Sally's smile to die on her lips, "it seems you were spanked but not really spanked," she continued emphasizing the word.

Jon's heart began to warm a little thinking he just might be safe.

"Luckily for you, though, that is about to be remedied," his mom said dashing all of her son's hopes. "In fact, you are about to get really spanked three times, and don't you worry young man, each and every one of these spankings is going to be long and hard and firm and stingy and right on your bare bottom. I am sure that by the time your sisters and I are done with you, that you will be very sure that you have been really spanked," she said raising her eyebrow and giving Jon a look. "Though I wouldn't want you to feel cheated, so as soon as we are done spanking you, I'll call Vivian up and let her know that you want a real spanking from her too," Jon's mother concluded causing him to whimper and Sally to start laughing again.

Jon glanced at his sister, Bethany, and noticed what might be a sympathetic look returned, but she didn't say anything to contradict her mother. All three children had learned at an early age that, when Momma spoke, her word was law - a law enforced by a hard-backed, wooden hairbrush.

"Your sister is waiting Jonathan David. Over her lap you go before I add another spanking for stalling," the children's mother said sternly.

Stifling a groan, Jon laid down over Sally's lap and gritted his teeth. "How many times should I spank him Momma?" the fourteen year old asked her hand poised over her brother's already warm bottom cheeks.

"Well, let's see," her mom said considering this, "This is his fourth spanking of the day, and you are fourteen so, hmmm, let's say 56 times," she said multiplying the two numbers.

Sally nodded then frowned. "Wait, that means Bethy gets to spank him, uh...five times seventeen, uh, 85 times. That's not fair!" she said pouting.

"Yes, Bethany does get to spank him 85 times," her mom agreed, "and I will spank him 240 times," she said causing Jon to look up his eyes wide. "Of course, if you don't think that's fair Sally and you want to argue, we could always skip your turn and you can take his spanking instead," the kids' mother finished her voice like ice.

Sally swallowed hard and shook her head emphatically. "N-no ma'am. 56 is fine. It's just fine," she said licking her lips nervously.

"Then I suggest you begin," her mother said in the same icy tone.

Sally nodded and took a deep breath before landing a nervous spank on Jon's exposed bottom. "I'm sure you can do better than that Sally Justine," her mom said with a disapproving cluck of her tongue. "Do I need to demonstrate?" she asked beginning to tire over the amount of time her youngest daughter was taking.

"No ma'am," Sally said landing a salvo of stinging spanks to her brother's bottom causing him to buck and yelp with pain. "I've got the hang of it," she said a small smile returning to her lips.

That said, Sally took her time and landed several volleys of cheek flattening spanks to Jon's bare bottom. Even though her hand was considerably smaller than Vivian's, she soon had her brother's naked rear cheeks smarting again. "49...and 50!" she called out landing a particularly sharp spank to the top of Jon's right thigh. "Only six more to go!" she said patting her now sniffling brother's bottom.

Jon cried out loudly at each of the last half dozen spanks, as Sally really put her back into them, and the teen made sure each one landed with as much force as her slender body could muster.

"Alright young man," their mother said with a nod. "Five minutes in the corner while your sisters switch places."

Jon scrambled up wiping tears from his eyes and trudged to the corner. He took up the all too familiar position of nose to the wall, bottom canted slightly outwards, and hands behind his head.

"That was so awesome!" Sally enthused going to stand next to her mother. "See if you can top that Bethany!" she said chuckling.

Bethany rolled her eyes and took her sister's place on the couch. "You had just better remember how excited you are now the next time you are over my knee," Jon's older sister said to Sally. "You squirm and kick just as much as Jon does," she reminded the fourteen year old.

Sally stuck out her tongue at Bethany and turned her eyes to her brother in the corner. "It's about time to get that sore little butt of yours over Bethy's knee," she said giggling again. Her mother nodded.

"Sally is right young man; time is up. Hurry up over Bethany's knee. We still have to go shopping today," she said impatiently checking the time as if it were Jon making them late.

Jon kept his head down to hide his blushing cheeks as he walked, naked, over to his eldest sister. He laid over her lap and hoped she would take some pity on him.

Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed. Bethany landed 85 spanks to his bare bottom with metronome-like precision and well-measured force. She didn't gloat or tease like Sally; she just went about her duty in a very business-like fashion laying spank after burning spank onto Jon's already blazing backside.

For his part, Jon didn't even get half way through the 80 plus spanks before he was squirming, wriggling, and crying at the sting. As the last spank landed, Bethany stood him up and turned him towards the corner. "Back you go," she said with a final had swat.

Jon hurried back to his designated spot trying his best to sniff back tears.

"Very nicely done Bethany," his mother said her voice tinged with praise, "a very professional and thoroughly delivered punishment indeed. I have high hopes for well-behaved grandchildren one day," she said giving her eldest a smile.

Bethany blushed at her mother's words, and it was Sally's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever," she said pouting again.

The next few minutes passed far too quickly for the red bottomed twelve year old in the corner. It seemed as if he had just gotten off Bethany's lap when he was getting called back over. This time it was his mother seated on the middle couch cushion smoothing her skirt, awaiting his draped form.

Wordlessly the preteen got into position. His mother dropped her left leg a little while simultaneously raising the right, which caused him to jackknife slightly and resulted in his bottom being stuck up even higher than before. In this position, with his bottom at such an acute angle, his mother would have easy access to the tender undercurves of his backside. Jon shuddered thinking about this.

He didn't have long to dwell on this predicament as his mother's well-practiced spanking hand soon came crashing down on his exposed cheeks. Again and again her hand landed. Sometimes four or five spanks landed in one spot causing him to cry out in adolescent aguish, other times they landed at random so that he had no clue where the next would land - high, low, left, right, on his thigh, on his sitspots - he had no idea where the stern maternal palm would end up next.

Jon was soon kicking and almost leaping off his mother's lap. With a sigh she rested her hand on Jon's sore bottom. "Sally, Bethany, come and hold your brother in place. If he squirms off my lap, I swear to all that is holy, I will strap the stew out of him."

The girls hurried to comply. Bethany sat on the couch under where Jon's head would go and held his arms lightly. For her part, Sally knelt on the floor at the other end where she grasped Jon's feet. She wanted an unobstructed view of her brother's bottom.

And that was exactly what Sally got. Her mother's hand landed again and again on Jon's bare backside causing both girls to strain to hold him in place. When the 240th spank landed Jon was sobbing hard and his skin was red from the tops of his knee hollows to the upmost inch of his bare bottom cheeks.

His sobbing continued as his mother asked Bethany to help him up. "Take him upstairs, rub some lotion on his little cheeks and put him in a diaper," their mother said. "Then get him dressed," she finished.

Bethany nodded and led Jon upstairs. Fresh tears stung his cheeks at what he heard behind him.

"Yes Vivian, it's me again. Yes, everything is fine, but Jon needs a real spanking you see...."

End of part 5

(The End)