The Sisters' Plot 7

By JC6

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"Young man, you need to sit still," Jon's mother said giving her son an irritated look. "You'd think you've never ridden in the car with a sore bottom before, and it wasn't even a hair brushing - just a little hand spanking," she said as if the hundreds of spanks her son had received over the course of the day were just a few swats over his jeans.

"But mom, it hurts," Jon said trying to sit still, "and this diaper makes it hard to sit right."

"Well, figure out a way before I pull over and spank you again," his mom said with no sympathy.

Jon managed to sit still enough on the rest of the thirty minute ride to avoid any further maternal threats.

As his mother pulled the car into the mall parking lot, the preteen slouched down in his seat so as not to be seen. He had no idea how many of his schoolmates were inside, but even one would have been too many. Jon's mom didn't even bother to threaten him. She just went around to his door, opened it, pulled him out by the ear, and sent him in the direction of the mall with a firm swat to his diaper-covered rear.

"You're going to be on your best behavior this shopping trip or I will spank you in front of everyone inside the mall," his mom said ushering him inside.

"Y-yes ma'am! Anything you say!" Jon said in the exaggerated whisper tone of one trying to urge another to not speak so loudly. The last thing he needed was someone to hear his mother threaten to spank him.

"Right, this way," his mother said taking Jon by the arm and marching him towards an unfamiliar store.

Jon looked around in puzzlement. It was a baby and toddler store - a very high-end baby and toddler store with handmade wooden furniture and personalized clothing - but what the heck were they doing in here?

"Oh, Marjorie, you made it in after all!" a tall, elegant woman in a dark purple suit said hurrying over, yet somehow managing to make her mincing steps in her high heels look graceful. "I expected you earlier, but I imagine you must have been caught up doing something important," the woman said giving Jon's mother a smile.

"Yes, this young man needed to learn a firm lesson or three," Jon's mom said in reply patting Jon on the bottom, "but, needless to say Charlene, I do not have to explain to you the necessity of applying a firm hand to a boy's bare bottom. How are your three little ones?" she asked smiling back.

"Visiting their father," the woman, Jon presumed must be Charlene, said with an exasperated sigh. "They are running around like little savages; I am sure," she said rolling her eyes, "but a few days back home with my trusty hairbrush paddling their little backsides fire engine red will set them straight. Their father is just lucky I can't get my hands on him," she said with a chuckle.

"Anymore," Jon's mother, Marjorie, said joining in the laugh.

Jon looked back and forth between the two women with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, but look at the little dear," Charlene said rubbing Jon's cheek fondly in a gesture usually reserved for chicks, baby rabbits, or lambs at Easter, "he's all confused. I bet you are wondering why your mother brought you in here today, aren't you?" she said her voice taking on the tone of someone used to speaking to those under five.

"Um, yes ma'am," Jon said honestly.

"Well, it is just the most wonderful surprise," Charlene gushed. "You wait right here while I show your mother," she said bopping Jon on the nose playfully before ushering his mother into one of the store's large dressing rooms. Jon looked around wondering how to entertain himself while he waited.

"Jon? Is that you?" a surprised voice said causing the preteen to turn. "It is! How are you?" a pretty girl of about Jon's age said coming over to him. It was Kimberlee-Anne Peterson, the most popular girl in Jon's class, and one upon which Jon had had a crush since 3rd grade. Unlike many popular girls, Kimberlee-Anne was not stuck up or mean. She had the kind of confidence that was above cattiness or petty snarking, even in a twelve year old. She was a natural born leader and excelled in all she put her mind to due to her determined, no nonsense attitude. It was a joke among the teachers are school that Kimberly-Anne had been born with an MBA.

"Oh, K-Kimmy, I...uh, I'm fine," Jon said blushing as he stammered. "W-what are you doing here?"

"My sister, Meagan, is having a baby so mom wanted to come here to pick some things up for the baby shower. What about you? It's not Bethany is it? I bet your mom flipped out!"

Jon blushed even more though this time for his sister's sake. "No, no, nothing like that. My mom just needed to pick up something for, well, I have no idea who for really," he said looking for a way to end this conversation before his mother returned.

"I am getting something for you young man," a distinctly frosty voice said from behind Jon. "Something I am sure you surmised from my conversation with Ms. Charlene," his mother finished coming up to stand beside her son. "And who is this lovely young lady?" she asked.

"Oh, um, mom, this is Kimmy, I mean, Kimberlee-Anne. She, uh, she is in my class," Jon said his cheeks flushed. "And Kimberlee-Anne, this is my mother."

The ladies nodded to each other. "It is very nice to meet you ma'am," Kimberlee-Anne said.

"Likewise," Jon's mother replied, "Kimberlee-Anne...where have I heard that name? Oh, you won the spelling bee didn't you dear. And the science fair, and, what was it, band or something?"

"Chorus ma'am," Kimberlee-Anne said modestly. "It was the county choral excellence award."

"Excellent, a very accomplished young woman indeed," Marjorie said giving the preteen an appraising look. "Oh, before I forget, Jon, please go and meet Ms. Charlene in the dressing room. She has something for you to try on," she said before turning back to Kimberlee-Anne to finish their conversation.

Giving Kimmy a small wave, Jon headed into the dressing room wondering what he would find. He recoiled seeing what Charlene was holding - baby blue footie pajamas.

"Let's just get you into these really quickly to see if they fit," Charlene said closing the door behind Jon and locking it before the startled twelve year old could retreat away from the pajamas. "Your mother had them specially ordered for you, aren't you excited?"

Jon was anything but and shook his head in response. "N-no ma'am, they are horrible!" he said his hand reaching for the latch on the door.

Charlene's face fell. "They certainly are not. These are top quality, hand sewn pajamas that most little boys would be proud to wear. You stop being an ungrateful brat and try them on."

Jon shook his head again and turned to the latch. A sharp swat to his bottom caused him to turn back around. "Sit down, young man," Charlene said. "We'll see about this," she said opening the door and heading outside.

Jon ignored Charlene's order to sit and followed her out of the room. "Marjorie, I'm afraid, your son is being uncooperative and ungrateful," she said holding up the pajamas. "He refuses to try them on and said they were horrible."

Jon's mom's eye flashed angrily as she looked at her son, she opened her mouth to give him a scathing lecture but was cut off by the young lady beside her.

"You said that they were horrible?" Kimberlee-Anne said her voice becoming stern. "Your mother takes the time to choose a gift for you and you insult her?" she said her hands going to her hips.

Marjorie looked at the young girl with renewed interest. She was very pretty with her shoulder length curls of dark chestnut hair and sparkling green eyes. She also had a darling figure that would fill out very nicely indeed. Yet, what was of more interest to Jon's mother was Kimberlee-Anne's demeanor. Yes, she would do very nicely.

Jon, for his part, was stammering. "I...well, I mean, no...I yes, but..."

"Jonathan David, I always thought you were one of the cutest and nicest boys in school," Kimberlee-Anne continued causing Jon to blush, "but now I see you are just an ungrateful brat! I know your mom has raised you better than this. How can you call such a lovely gift horrible?"

"Well, I mean, they, uh, they are lame..." Jon said his voice trailing off feebly as the two women and his classmate regarded him angrily.

"Lame? Lame young man?" Charlene said barely resisting the urge of giving Jon a smack for that insult. "I spent hours sewing those!"

"Do you see Jonny?" Kimberlee-Anne said, "Ms. Charlene spent hours on your pajamas, and I am sure your mom paid a hefty price for them. This is a very exclusive store. I have a pair of pjs like those that my grandma sent, and, even though they, well, they might not be what I would have chosen, I made sure to thank my Nanna, and I wear them every time she visits," she said feeling the fabric. "Wow, those are soft. Mine are nowhere near as soft or as nice, huh, they don't have a drop seat like yours either, but that isn't the point. I can't believe how you are acting! If I acted like a brat like this in public my mom would strip me bare and strap me up one side and down the other," she said with righteous indignation. "Actually you are very lucky that one of us doesn't put you over our knee right now!"

Marjorie smiled listening to the young girl tell her son what for. "That is an excellent idea Kimberlee-Anne. Have you ever seen a boy spanked before?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, my mom is super strict so I have seen it lots of times," Kimmy replied taking a breath after her litany.

"And have you ever spanked a naughty boy?" Jon's mom asked an eyebrow raised.

"Um, well, I babysit my brothers and the boys next door. I warm their little butts when they need it," she said.

"Excellent," Marjorie said smiling again. "I think you can be of great service to Jon and me right now. If you'd be so kind as to join us in the fitting room, I think we'll see just how thoroughly you can spank an ungrateful little boy's bottom."

Kimberlee-Anne nodded and went into the fitting room. Jon had no choice but to follow as his mom marched him inside with a very firm grip on his ear.

The preteen took a seat on the bench in the changing area and looked sternly at Jon as his mother led him into the room. "I can't believe a boy of your age, of my age, is acting like such a little baby," she said shaking her head in exasperation. "Surely you have enough manners to know that you accept a gift graciously, and acting out in a store, where everyone can see? Jonathan David Parsons, your behavior is a disgrace, and to think I was going to ask you to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Well, I am not sure I want to ask someone who acts like a little brat in public to be my date. No, I think little brats are dealt with in a completely different manner, isn't that right young man?" she said really letting Jon have it.

Jon blushed sunset red as he listened and stammered a response. "Uh, I...well, I...yes, uh, I suppose...."

"You suppose?" Jon's mom said landing a firm spank on his bottom. "You answer Kimberlee-Anne properly. Tell her just what happens to naughty, bratty, misbehaving, ungrateful, rude, and disobedient little boys in our house."

"They, uh, they get spanked," Jon said blushing to the roots of his hair.

"I should hope so," Kimberlee-Anne said with a decisive nod. "And I think a spanking is just what you need! I, um, well, ma'am," she said addressing Jon's mother, Marjorie, "I usually spank on the bare. I mean, it is the only proper way to make sure a spanking is felt but Jonny is a little older than the boys I usually spank," she said her own cheeks coloring a little with embarrassment.

Marjorie nodded. "Let me assure you, a bottom is a bottom is a bottom. Feel free to bare Jon's and spank it just as hard as you can. He certainly needs it."

"He certainly does," Charlene agreed. "Young man, you are very lucky Kimberlee-Anne is here to spank you, or I would be asking your mother if I could spank you instead. Your behavior today is making my palms itch. I'd tan your bottom six shades of red and three shades of purple," she said ominously.

Jon swallowed nervously his stomach flip-flopping as he looked back and forth between all the angry females in the now very small seeming changing room.

"Get those pants and your underwear down," Kimberlee-Anne said.

Jon hurried to comply sure that any delay would get him a smack from any of three directions. He pulled his jeans down quickly then stopped his eyes wide in shock as he remembered he was wearing a diaper.

Kimberlee-Anne giggled. "Uh, is that what I think it is?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, Jon has been having some bladder control problems," Marjorie said. "It's best to keep him in a diaper to avoid any messy accidents," she concluded.

Kimberlee-Anne nodded. "Well, if it is not messy, pull that diaper down and get over my knee young man," she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Sniffing back tears of embarrassment, Jon did as he was told. He unfastened one of the diaper's tabs and let it fall down his legs to join his pants around his ankles.

With a satisfied nod Kimberlee-Anne guided her classmate over her knee and rested a hand on his bare bottom. "I hope you don't think that because I like you I am going to go easy on you, Jonny. It's because I like you so much and want you to be a polite, well-behaved young man, that I am going to have to give you the hardest and longest spanking I can manage," she said raising her hand high. "Oh, um, you're all red already," she said bringing her hand back down to Jon's bottom and giving his cheeks a rub.

"Yes, Jon has been misbehaving all day," Marjorie said shaking her head, "Believe me he has earned every spank, and the color of his bottom shouldn't make you hesitate for a second in giving him the spanking he deserves."

Kimberlee-Anne nodded and took a deep breath. "Alright little brat, let's get this bottom nice and red, uh, redder," she said landing the first spank hard to Jon's left bottom cheek.

For his part, Jon yelped and bucked a little on his classmate's lap.

"Ah, he felt that one. Keep it up," Charlene said encouragingly.

Kimberlee-Anne soon showed both adult women that she was up to the task as spank after spank landed on Jon's bare, red bottom.

Every once in a while they offered some sage advice.

"His thighs too. Don't forget those," Marjorie said indicating the tops of Jon's legs.

"Yes, and don't neglect the inside of them. The skin is really tender there," Charlene agreed.

"No, don't go easy on him. Really let him feel it," Jon's mom said encouragingly.

"Right on the sit-spots. There you go Kimberlee-Anne. Perfect!" Charlene said clapping.

The determined twelve year old spanked on and on, her hand stung, but she did not let that stop her. Kimberlee-Anne tackled Jon's bottom like she would a tough essay or a hard math problem- she gritted her teeth and went at it full force.

Jon kicked, and sniffled, and begged, and finally broke down and cried, but still the spanks continued. It was not until he was a very sore and sorry little boy promising to be good and grateful for anything he was ever given that the spanking stopped.

"All done," Kimberlee-Anne said lifting Jon up and sitting him carefully on her lap. "All over," she said taking him into a hug.

Jon cried on her shoulder while she comforted him.

As the two preteens shared the moment, Marjorie looked at Charlene and smiled. "Oh, she is just perfect," Jon's mom said to her friend who nodded.

(The End)