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Little Sister Gets Caned
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Growing up, I had a big brother. I was the youngest, the little
sister, the pest, the interference, the one that needed protecting,
the one
that was always in the way. I was the cause for many of my big
brother's
spankings. One time, he took me with him to catch tad poles, and
he got a
spanking for taking me near the water. Another time he got spanked
for
sending me careening down the driveway in the radio flyer wagon
along with a
bottle of pop.
A memory that stands out though, was the time he was proud of
me. I
stood next to him as he and his fellow second grade friend compared
little
sisters. I was told to whistle, to snap my fingers, to cross my
eyes (all
important little sister skills) and I heard my brother explain
proudly how
"HIS" little sister once hit an indian rubber baseball over the
backyard
fence.
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This past Labor Day weekend, in New York, I became a proud big
sister.
One spanking scene we enacted was a duel punishment, both Princess
and I
were going to be spanked by our "daddy". As I stood leaning against
the
door jam, peeking shyly at the scene with just one eye, I slipped
into a
sort of spanking trance. I watched as daddy prepared to give Princess
her
very first caning.
The moment became incredibly real. I felt in some ways the way
I did
hearing my brother's punishments years ago. I was mixed between
guilt, fear
and excitement. Daddy walked around the bed, lecturing, as always
strict
yet fair, explaining the different canes he owned, how Princess
was going
to get just six strokes, three with the light cane and three with
the heavy
cane. He blamed her big sister, Zoey, for influencing her to be
naughty
and then turned to me and said that I was next and for me it would
be much
harder.
Princess on the bed, her bottom high and bare on pillows, would
give out
soft little cries of fear. As Daddy tapped the cane in preparation,
I could
feel my stomach lurching. As the stroke came down I would visibly
jump. I
felt each of her strokes, perhaps more then I felt my own later.
When daddy sat down to comfort Princess after the spanking, I
walked
down the hall and started to pace. If I had been a child, I think
I would
have tried to hide. I heard daddy call my name and then soon enough,
daddy
came down the hall and took my hand and led me to my place next
to Princess
on the bed.
Lots of emotions where whirling through my mind. I remember telling
Princess that I was sorry she got a spanking and we hugged. Daddy
tapped at
my bottom and explained how my strokes were going to be more severe
because
I was the big sister. I heard Princess make a sympathetic groan
next to me
and it made me feel braver. After my first stroke of the cane,
daddy walked
around to the other side of the bed and started tapping on my
sister's
bottom. I was confused, thinking she might get the next stroke
when she was
only suppose to get six. (We both know daddy sometimes has problems
with
math ::grin::) But then, after the taps to Princess, the final
stroke came
crashing down on my behind! OWWW!
Daddy is one funny guy, isn't he?
Then another stroke for me that left my toes curled, and again
he walked
around to tap the cane on my sister's bottom. This time, he let
a light
stroke land on her bottom immediately followed by a smack to mine!
We both
started crying and begging and pleading with him and saying that
he was
cruel.
Daddy said "Thank you, Pumpkins" He loves compliments.
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So, that was one of many scenes that happened on Labor Day weekend.
To
me, it was the most vivid, and yes - soon, (perhaps next week)
I will have
some wav files and picts to share.
I just want to show off my little sister Pucker Princess to everyone.
She
can cross her eyes, snap her fingers, whistle, and boy can she
take a
spanking and beg for her panties!
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