Please Sis

By Verity

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The girl wore Timberland boots and raw denims. The boy, aged thirteen, was naked. The girl, with considerable force, swung a stout leather belt that cracked repeatedly, and with devastating accuracy, against the boy's unprotected buttocks. The boy screamed at each stroke; his bare feet hammered the grass and he writhed, twisted and leapt, but the girl's aim was unerring. The boy, unable any longer to bear the sting of his burning, jolting bottom, clapped his hands convulsively to his rear.

'No more, no more! Please!'

The woman quickly crossed the lawn towards him and snapped, 'Put your hands back on your head immediately. And keep them there as you were told, or you'll get twenty extra.'

'Oh, I'm sorry,' sobbed the boy. 'Do stop!'

'How many more is he to have, then?' asked the girl, who was the boy's twin.

'Twelve,' ordered the woman, who was the boy's mother. 'But, because he tried to cover himself, like this..'

There was a wooden garden bench nearby. Taking the boy across to it and sitting down, the woman pulled him face-down over her lap and then, reaching both hands underneath, forced the boy's hips as high as she could, so that his bottom 'opened' completely.

'NO!!'

But the woman, impassive, instructed the girl to ply the strap so that, for the final twelve, its end landed hard and with precision in the exquisitely tender area deep between the boy's rear cheeks, so that his ear-shattering screams rang out again, echoing the length of the garden.

'You may get up now.'

Released, the youngster continued to yell, rubbing his rear furiously, his bare feet thudding on the ground.

'The French speak of a 'danse de fesse',' said the woman, raising her voice slightly in order to be heard. But she spoke calmly, as if giving a lesson. 'It refers to the gymnastics of a naughty boy who has just has been well whipped on his bare bottom, and is usually a considerable entertainment. It is also said that, unless the naughty culprit is dancing and rubbing and crying, it is considered that the whipping has not been sufficiently severe.'

'So I did pretty well, Mum, didn't I?' said the girl with modest pride, rolling up the belt as the boy howled.

'Yes, Belinda, you did.'

The woman went over to the shaking boy, put an arm round him, and said gently,' It's finished now, Luco. You can come into the house and have supper.'

The girl ran her eye over the nude thirteen-year-old, then giggled and pointed downwards. 'Look what else I did with the strap!'

The woman followed her gaze and also smiled. 'It's quite common, when a boy has been given a really hot bottom.'

'Well, I think I should so something about it,' said the girl. 'He can't go around like that.' She came closer, then reached down and took a firm grip.

'Aaaaaaaarrh!'

At this point Luco always woke up.

Just as well, perhaps, or there could be some explaining to do.

Still..

Luco Trickle reluctantly got out of bed and started to get ready for school. Through the window he saw Belinda leaving already. Her school, a rather more toffee-nosed establishment than his, had an earlier start. And, Luco thought, perhaps she had extra classes before the regular ones. It wouldn't surprise him. Belinda, academically, was considered a 'high-flyer'. While he.. Well, he was perhaps not precisely stupid (though some people said so), but he was certainly rather idle where schoolwork was concerned, being much more keen on football and cricket.

Later, while Luco was in the train on his way to school, the dream came back to him, and he wondered what it would be like, being spanked by Belinda. Even if not quite as in the dream, perhaps just hand-spanked. What would it be for? And would she do it on his bare bottom? It would depend on what he had done, probably. And what would THAT be like, feeling Belinda taking his pants down? He was stirred by an inner frisson at the thought. And then, having Belinda looking at his squirming botty - and perhaps anyone else who was there. And her hand on it..

Gulp.

But something seemed to be pushing him into a kind of plan..

Belinda, being both academic and calculating, already made some extra pocket-money by tutoring other kids. Luco knew that one of her pupils was his friend Bobby Nupkins, a mischievous twelve-year-old who lived nearby.

'I'm surprised he wants to be tutored,' Luco said to his sister that evening. 'He's as naughty as me.'

'He doesn't,' said Belinda, 'But his mother insists. And she won't take any nonsense. Nor will I. Any trouble, and I give him a good sound spanking.'

Wow, thought Luco. Things were rather running ahead of him. Then he said, 'Bobby wouldn't like that very much.'

'He's not meant to like it,' said Belinda impatiently, ruling lines in her exercise book. 'That's the whole point.'

Yes, thought, Luco, his sister would make sure of that. She was also something of a tennis champ, with a notably strong wrist action. For his friend Bobby, a spanking from Belinda would be no laughing matter.

'Do you take his pants down?' Luco asked.

'Certainly I do,'

'Wow, that must be really shaming for him.' For a moment or two Luco imagined the scene, then asked, 'Do you see his bare willy?'

'Of course.' Unexpectedly Belinda grinned. 'In fact, when I've taken his pants down I pull the rest of his clothes right up and keep him facing me, while I tell him off and explain why is is being spanked. I'm in no hurry either.'

'How many does he get?' asked Luco. 'Does he cry?'

Belinda snapped her books closed and got up. 'That's enough questions. I've no more time to listen to you. Unless you have something worth saying.'

Luco hesitated. This was his moment..

No, not yet.

It was some time since it had last been suggested that Belinda might help Luco with his schoolwork. But Luco hadn't liked the idea of staying in for extra lessons in the evenings. And Belinda said firmly that Luco wouldn't apply himself to his work sufficiently to make the trouble worthwhile. That was probably true, so the subject had been dropped.

Luco's mother was surprised, though pleased, when Luco reopened the question of Belinda tutoring him. His term exams were near, he explained, and there were a number of issues in maths, especially, that he didn't understand.

Belinda at first refused. What clinched it, oddly, was when her mother as a last resort offered her generous payment.

'No, Mum,' said Belinda firmly. 'He's my brother, my twin. I'll help him if I can. I certainly won't take money.'

With that, and without quite intending it, Belinda had committed herself.

The lessons were surprisingly successful. Belinda's mathematical talent appeared to give her a clear insight into the exact nature of any difficulties that Luco had, and to find the right way of helping. It might be going too far to say that Luco actually enjoyed the lessons, but at the same time all agreed that it was time well spent.

It was not until the third week that matters began to unravel, on an evening when Luco arrived for his lesson very late. Nearly an hour late, in fact, when Belinda was already working with another pupil, a girl. Luco had been playing football and forgotten the time. He came rushing in, still in his football shorts, grubby and flushed. 'Oh sorry, Sis, but I -'

'Don't come bursting in like that, Luco,' interrupted his sister angrily. 'And you do realise that you should have been here an hour ago, don't you?'

'Yes, but -'

'No excuses.' Belinda got up and told her pupil, 'Just continue on that page, Ariadne, please.'

Then she held out her hand, and said, 'Very well, come upstairs with me, Luco.'

The boy came out all over in goose-pimples. This was it.

He gulped, took Belinda's hand. 'How many, Sis?'

'How many what?'

'S-spanks.'

Belinda laughed shortly. 'Who said anything about spanks?'

Luco stared.

'No,' said his sister, 'Not yet, anyhow. What I'm going to give you, first thing off, is a thorough bath. Now come along, quickly. You should be ashamed of yourself, coming into the house in such a dirty state.'

This wasn't what Luco had expected. It was almost worse than a spanking. Horrified, he said, 'Give me a bath? YOU can't bath ME!'

'Yes, I can, Luco, and I will. I'm in charge of you for this lesson-hour, and I can do just what I think is right for you. And I'm sure Mum would agree.'

Luco was sure she would too. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

'I think, in fact,' said Belinda, 'That I'll get your clothes off down here, then they can go straight in the wash.' She took hold of Luco's tee-shirt and started tugging it off.

'No, not here, Sis! Please!' Luco looked pointedly towards the girl at her lessons.

Belinda said shortly, 'Unlike you, Ariadne is concentrating on her work. She has better things to do than look at bare boys.'

'But, Sis -'

'Everything's but, but with you,' said Belinda angrily. 'Just keep quiet and do what you're told, and things will go a lot easier.' She pulled up a chair, sat down, pulled Luco to sit on her lap, then quickly removed his socks and trainers. She peeled off his tee-shirt and vest, stood him up and, to a 'Wow' of protest, completely skimmed down his shorts and underpants and made him step out.

Wow indeed.. And was Ariadne truly absorbed in her lessons? Mortified, the nude 13-year-old thought he heard a muffled giggle but, when he turned round, the girl's eyes were fixed on her books. Well, she'd be staying downstairs at least.

'Ariadne,' said Belinda, 'Would you kindly take Luco's clothes through to the washroom? He won't be needing them for quite some time. And then come upstairs. I can hear some of your lesson while I'm bathing Luco.'

Oh no. But Luco had no choice. With his sister clasping his hand, he was walked naked up to the big bathroom. The bath was filled, he was dunked in it, then was stood up to be soaped. Belinda washed him like his mum did, not with a sponge but using her bare hands. It was a weird feeling, his sister's palms, and her slim and agile fingers, sliding all over his bare skin, working and probing absolutely everywhere, making him squeal and wriggle extravagantly.

Meanwhile Belinda, ignoring her nude brother's shrieks, was asking her pupil history questions, about the Hundred Years War. It was a bit crazy really. And Luco, still pink-faced with embarrassment, was certain that Ariadne's eyes were not fixed on her book as closely as they should have been, especially when Belinda had him stood facing her.

Truly a hundred years war..or seemed like it. But at last he was being dried. And Ariadne had been sent downstairs to complete a written exercise.

'Can I get my clothes now?' Luco asked.

'No, wait there.'

Belinda went out, and a moment later returned with.. Luco's eyes grew big. The Strap! And he was sure it was the one he had seen in the dream.

Belinda was saying, '..you have been lazy, cheeky and untidy, and have skimped your schoolwork over and over. Today, when we had all made an effort to help you, you blatantly go out, leaving me waiting for an hour, then return dirty and scruffy and without any excuse whatever. Therefore you are going to get the strap on your bare bottom, which you thoroughly deserve.' She brandished the heavy leather belt. 'So come with me, Luco.'

'Wh-where?'

'Into the garden.'

Though Luco had half-expected the answer, he protested, ''No, Sis, please! Not outside! People will see.'

It was the evening, but it was the summer and still light.

'I very much hope so,' said Belinda unsympathetically. 'Quickly, now!'

It seemed there was nothing Luco could do; again he was in the grip of events. Belinda, with a firm grasp of his hand, led him outside and to the far side of the lawn, a familiar spot.

'Put your hands on your head, and keep them there.'

Luco's sister rolled up her sleeves, then swung the strap; it cracked repeatedly against the youngster's twisting bottom-cheeks. The strapping was not so severe as in the dream, but the strap still burned like fire, and Luco's eyes were streaming by the time he'd had six. Belinda stopped there, and Luco was hoping it was over, Belinda called Ariadne and told her to sit on the garden bench, then her nude sobbing brother was spread across Ariadne's lap bottom-up, his knees on the bench behind and his elbows in front.

'Very well,' Luco's sister ordered Ariadne, 'Pull his bottom-cheeks apart, as much as you can.'

'No, not in my bare crack!'yelled Luco, knowing what was coming. 'Not in my BARE CRACK! Pleeease!!'

'You're getting another six that way,' snapped Belinda, 'and think yourself lucky it's not more.'

Once more the end of the strap landed with pinpoint accuracy, and once more the naughty 13-year-old screamed at each CRRRACK!

'You can get up.'

At which the nude youngster was immediately back on his feet, dancing like a jitterbug, his toes thumping the ground, madly rubbing his stinging rear and bawling shamelessly. The two girls watched, amused and fascinated.

'La danse de fesse,' said Belinda in her best French accent.

'Eh?'

Then Ariadne pointed downwards and giggled. 'Look!'

'It's what I expected,' said Belinda coolly. 'Watch me deal with it.' She went over to Luco, put an arm round him, then reached down and took a firm grip.

'Aaaaaaaarh!'

But this was where we came in.

(The End)