Designated Spanker

Designated Spanker 1

By Red Rover

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DESIGNATED SPANKER

By Red Rover

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is coincidental. This story is Copyright 2017 by Red Rover. All rights reserved.

Viewpoint characters:

Roberta Morgan, age 42, widow. Daughters: Dana (19), Kathy (17) and Victoria (15)

Frank Collins, age 38, single, Lawyer and trustee for Morgan family trust.

Christine Edwards, age 39, divorced, Daughters, Alison (19), Amanda (17) Son: Mark (11).

Maria Alvarez, age 44, divorced, Sons Richard (23) and Ramon (11) Daughters Gina (19) and Lucia (13)

Debra Higgins, age 37, husband Frank (38), Daughter Jennifer (16), Sons Mark (9) and Caleb (6)

Victoria (Vikki) has taken over management of the Morgan family since the death of her father, George Morgan two years ago. . She manages the household and disciplines the other girls. Family business is taken care of with the assistance of Frank Collins who manages the substantial family trust. The Morgan’s are well-off but Roberta is not skilled at discipline, money management or much of anything else. She has a very active social life and volunteers for a lot of community projects and programs.

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DESIGNATED SPANKER – Part 1

By Red Rover

“But I want to go to the mall, dammit," Dana stormed and stamped her feet in rage. "Alison and Gina are going, why can’t I?"

Alison Edwards and her friend Gina Alvarez had dropped by the Morgan house to drop off Alison's mother for the weekly meeting of her charity group board. Now the two girls were about to depart for a Saturday afternoon at the mall with their schoolmate Dana Morgan. All three were nineteen years old and sophomores at Baker College.

Mrs. Roberta Morgan, Dana's mother, shook her head. "Vikki says you can't go and that's it. Discuss it with her at your own risk."

The other two college girls looked startled. Victoria Morgan was only fifteen years old. How could she be giving orders to her nineteen-year-old sister? The four other adult women in the living room smiled with amusement but said nothing. Dana finally calmed down a bit and called out, “Vikki, can you come down, please?"

Victoria Morgan may have been four years younger than her sister, but she looked older. Dana was barely five feet one and ninety pounds with a baby face. Victoria stood five foot nine and moved with the easy grace of a trained athlete. She was shaking her head as she came down the stairs and entered the living room. "The answer is still 'no', Dana. You haven't done any of your chores or shown me any of your homework. All you did last night and this morning was play your computer games, gab on the phone and watch soap operas."

"That's not fair, Dana protested weakly." It will only be three hours, four at the most. And I’ll have all of tonight and tomorrow to finish my chores and homework."

Vikki snorted. "Sure, and you'll just find another excuse to put them off. And we’ll eat dinner off paper plates because all the dishes from lunch and breakfast are still in the sink. Young lady, you have to start showing some responsibility if you are going to get any privileges. Right now, you are acting like a spoiled nine-year-old brat and you are going nowhere today."

"Mother, tell her she can't ground me like that," Dana protested. “She's just being a fucking little bitch because my friends are here and she can put on an act for them."

"It's not an act, Dana, " her mother replied sharply. "Vikki has full authority to do whatever she sees fit to do - and I think you have just crossed a line that you will quickly regret."

"Absolutely correct," Victoria nodded. "Dana - go upstairs, get my hairbrush and be down here in two minutes flat." she snapped. "Any more delay and it will be the strap as well."

Dana made a noise that was half a cry and half a whine, but she dashed for the stairs and returned in less than a minute with the dreaded hairbrush in hand. "Not in front of the girls, please,” she pleaded desperately. “Can we go up to my room, pretty please?”

Vikki gave her a grim smile in return. "You should have thought of that before you misbehaved in front of them." She turned to the two astonished college girls. "Have a seat, girls and relax. This won't take long."

Vikki retrieved a heavy armless chair form the dining room and set it carefully where the two girls and five women would have a perfect view of the proceedings. Gina and Alison noted that the younger girl handled the heavy chair with ease. Neither of them could have moved I, let alone lifted it.

Vikki sat in the chair and patted her lap. "OK, little girl, off with your jeans and over my lap."

Already crying, Dana handed the hairbrush to her younger sister and unbuttoned her jeans, allowing them to drop to her ankles.

"All the way off," Vikki snapped, sitting in the chair and placing the hairbrush on the end table next to it.

Reluctantly, Dana slipped off her shoes and peeled her tight jeans over her feet, folding them carefully and placing them on the end table next to the hairbrush. This was clearly an oft-repeated ritual for the two girls. The shoes joined the jeans and she climbed onto her sister's lap, clad in only a tank top, panties and socks, looking very much like the pre-teen she had been compared with earlier. She lifted her bottom slightly to allow Vikki to slide her fingers into the waistband of Dana’s bikini panties and slide them down to her ankles.

Vikki stroked, rubbed and patted her mortified sister’s bottom for a few seconds and then brought the palm of her hand down sharply on her slightly chubby bottom. Dana jumped and yelped.

Vikki began spanking slowly and methodically, gradually increasing the rapidity and strength of the spanks and covering all of her sister's bottom and upper thighs with a rosy red blush that intensified almost to a glow. Dana yelped, whined and squirmed helplessly, but was clearly not in severe pain yet.

As the seven spectators looked on in delight, Vikki intensified the hand spanking until her hand was a blur of motion and the smacks of her hard right hand on the soft girl flesh beneath it, resounded in a continuous crackle that filled the room. Then she stopped spanking, helped the sobbing girl to her feet and guided her around so her position on her sister's lap was reversed.

Vikki then resumed the spanking with her left hand and quickly built up to the intensity she had achieved with the right. By now , Dana was bawling like a three year old, tears running down her cheeks, and hiccupping as she failed to control her breathing, squirming desperately, kicking her legs in an uncoordinated but frantic lap dance and pounding her little fists on the rug in a staccato rhythm that matched the rhythm of the spanking.

At last, the bigger girl stopped the spanking and allowed her thoroughly humiliated sister to breathe and get the hiccups under control. Then she reached for the hairbrush. "Now, my naughty little girl, you are going to get twenty-five strokes with the hairbrush. You will count each stroke and address me correctly as you do so. If you miscount or fail to use the proper form of address, the stroke will not count. Do you understand that?"

"Y-Y-Yes,” Dana managed to force out.

WHAP! The hairbrush descended on her already ravaged buttocks. Dana yelped.

"Form of address,” Vikki snapped.

WHAP! "Yes, ma'am,” Dana choked out.

"Very good,” Vikki chuckled. Now we can now begin counting."

WHAP! "Three, ma'am."

Vikki sighed in mock exasperation. "No, child, that would have been 'one' - but it doesn't count, so we will begin over again with one on the next spank."

WHAP “One, ma'am."

WHAP “Two, ma'am."

The spanking proceeded in an orderly fashion, interrupted by extra spanks as Dana forgot the count or left off the "ma'am." By the time it was ended, the sobbing girl had received over forty hairbrush strokes over an already well-spanked bottom. She lay limp and exhausted over the younger girl's lap as tears, snot and saliva ran unchecked form her eyes, nose and mouth onto the cloth which Vikki quietly placed under her sister's face. Her hips were still, but her bottom cheeks clenched and unclenched in an unconscious rhythm of their own as Vikki stroked and rubbed the skin on her bottom and thighs.

When her sister's sobs and moans had died down and she resumed normal breathing, Vikki helped her to her feet. "Your top is soaked in sweat," she remarked. "Hold your arms up."

Dana complied and Vikki peeled the sodden garment off her upper body leaving Dana standing in nothing but her bra and socks. "Now, my naughty little sister, you will proceed to the corner and you will remain there with your nose to the wall and your hands folded modestly in front of you so that everybody can see what the well-spanked bottom of a naughty little girl looks like.

You will remain there, without rubbing your bottom or saying a word until Mom's meeting is over. I expect a few more ladies and a couple of gentlemen may join the meeting shortly, Mom will give them a full briefing on your naughtiness and they may wish to make a closer inspection of the results. I will be up in my room in case I am needed and if I am called back down, I will bring the strap. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, ma'am,” the thoroughly castigated girl replied in a meek and broken voice. She went to the corner, faced the wall and folded her hands together as directed.

Vikki gathered up Dana’s discarded clothing and addressed the adult women. "I'll put these in the laundry basket, she won't be needing clothing for the rest of the day. If she gives you any problem, just call me, I'll be on my computer."

She turned to the two college girls whose emotions ranged from amusement to sympathy. "Dana won't be able to play with you today, and I suspect she won't feel like doing much tomorrow. But she will be off restriction as of eight o'clock, tomorrow morning. I don't believe in extended punishments; a good spanking clears the air and makes a more effective impression than a long grounding or other loss of privileges would accomplish. So, if you want to come over to visit with her, help her with her homework or whatever, feel free to do so and pass that on to her other friends."

The two college girls nodded, bid farewell to the adults and departed. Vikki stopped by the laundry room to deposit Dana's clothing, grabbed a soda and a snack in the kitchen and proceeded upstairs to her bedroom.

After the girls left there was silence in the living room for a minute or two, broken only by Dana’s sniffles as she stood in the corner. Finally, Mrs. Edwards broke the silence " I had heard that your girls were still being spanked, but I had no idea that Vikki was doing the spanking. Does she have full authority over Dana?"

"Oh, yes, and over Kathy as well. Kathy just turned seventeen and is a senior in high school but she is almost as immature as Dana and about the same size, so Vikki has no problem controlling them both." Mrs. Morgan spoke with obvious pride in her youngest child. "Vikki has full authority to give them orders in any aspect of their lives and to spank them whenever she thinks that it is appropriate. She even gives them "reminder spankings" at times when she sees their attitude slipping even though they haven't done anything specifically wrong."

"She was always the most mature of the three of them and she has her father's physical strength and height. I am afraid the other two are shrimps like me and that I spoiled them too much when they were younger.

"So, when did you decide to give Vikki control over them?" Mrs. Bartlett inquired.

"About a year ago," Roberta replied. " I had resumed spanking them a year before that when George passed on, but I developed arthritis in my elbows and wrists and it was just not possible for me to give an effective spanking anymore. For a while, I had Vikki do the spanking under my supervision, but I soon realized that her judgement was good enough for her to just take full authority. After George passed away, I was reluctant to exercise any real control over them, I've always been kind of a wimp when it comes to discipline, but Vikki is just like George, strong, confident and responsible."

Mrs. Higgins laughed. "I wish I had somebody like that to deal with my Jennifer. She's sixteen going on eleven sometimes and with Frank away so much, it’s hard to keep her in line. And of course, the boys are only nine and six, so they aren't much help and Jennifer is a real bad influence on them."

Mrs. Edwards signed. "Alison can be a real witch at times, too. But her little sister is worse, so no help there. You ought to rent out Vikki as a designated spanker to keep all the teenage girls in line. Probably make a fortune."

The ladies all laughed at the thought and talk turned to other subjects.

Several more people joined the meeting and, of course, had to check out the humiliated Dana in her corner, but the meeting was over in an hour or so and Dana was released to run sobbing to her room and cry herself to sleep in her first mid-afternoon nap in ten years.

Kathy came home about an hour after that and helped Vikki with the dishes and cleaning while Mrs. Morgan did the laundry. Dana came down reluctantly to dinner, still clad only in her bra and socks. She put up only brief resistance to doing her homework on Roberta's laptop computer while sitting on a padded stool in the dining room, in spite of being exposed to the amused gaze of several adult and teen visitors during the evening.

During the evening hours, the frustrated mothers who had attended the meeting at the Morgan house mulled over the day's events in their minds. Early Sunday morning the phone calls began and several mothers met for coffee after church.

END OF PART ONE

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