Sibling Spanking Stories

Sibling Spanking Stories
Have you ever spanked a sibling's bare bottom regardless of their age? What was it like and how old were they?
Former U S Army Veteran at U.S. Army ( 1974 – 1977 ) · Author has 161 answers and 207.7K answer views · 11 mo ·
Have you ever spanked a younger sibling? Did your parents know? How old were you both? What was it like for you?
Has anyone been blackmailed into getting spanked by an older or younger sibling so they would not tell the parents what they have been up to?
As a girl, have you ever been spanked by your older brother?
Has anyone ever been spanked by a big brother?
Were you ever spanked bare bottom by your siblings?
Sister to 3 brothers and 1 older sister. · Author has 1K answers and 13.9M answer views · 1 y ·
Have you ever spanked a younger sibling? Did your parents know? How old were you both? What was it like for you?
Has anyone been blackmailed into getting spanked by an older or younger sibling so they would not tell the parents what they have been up to?
As a girl, have you ever been spanked by your older brother?
Has anyone ever been spanked by a big brother?
Were you ever spanked bare bottom by your siblings?
My son spanks his sister as punishment. He is just 1 year older than her. Should I let him do it?
Am I the only brother who gets wedgied, beaten, spanked, humiliated, choked, given swirly’s, and ripped on by my sisters?
As a child, did you ever get spanked in public where your parents pulled your pants and underwear down and spanked you on the bare bottom?
Mothers, have you ever bare bottom spanked your son?
Did anyone continue to get spankings after the punishment had already been phased out for a younger sibling?
As a girl, have your mom spank you on your private parts?
Has anyone gotten spanked by his older brother? How? Why?
When have you ever gotten spanked by an older sibling?
What position are you and your sisters spanked in? Across the lap, straddling a chair, or bent over the bed?
Have you ever spanked a younger sibling? Did your parents know? How old were you both? What was it like for you?
Has anyone been blackmailed into getting spanked by an older or younger sibling so they would not tell the parents what they have been up to?
As a girl, have you ever been spanked by your older brother?
Has anyone ever been spanked by a big brother?
Were you ever spanked bare bottom by your siblings?
My son spanks his sister as punishment. He is just 1 year older than her. Should I let him do it?
Am I the only brother who gets wedgied, beaten, spanked, humiliated, choked, given swirly’s, and ripped on by my sisters?
As a child, did you ever get spanked in public where your parents pulled your pants and underwear down and spanked you on the bare bottom?
Mothers, have you ever bare bottom spanked your son?
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Quite often as a child my sister and I would regularly play house or school. I was a naughty child quite often and she would spank my bare bottom. Many times either she or I had friends over and they were allowed to watch.
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Technically my big brothers weren't allowed to spank me, but one time when my parents weren't home and I don't know what came over me. My oldest brother had asked me to settle down and stop bothering him several times, but I didn't listen to him. I kept jumping all over him and punching his arm. I was 10, certainly old enough to know that was wrong!
He suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulled me over his lap, pulled down my shorts, and spanked me 5 times over my undies. It hurt, but I wasn't crying from it. Still, he asked me if I was ready to behave and I said
I gave this answer elsewhere, but repost:
Technically my big brothers weren't allowed to spank me, but one time when my parents weren't home and I don't know what came over me. My oldest brother had asked me to settle down and stop bothering him several times, but I didn't listen to him. I kept jumping all over him and punching his arm. I was 10, certainly old enough to know that was wrong!
He suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulled me over his lap, pulled down my shorts, and spanked me 5 times over my undies. It hurt, but I wasn't crying from it. Still, he asked me if I was ready to behave and I said yes. He gave my butt one more swat and let me stand up. And I stopped being mean to him. Honestly I kind of respected him for it. I deserved way worse for being a major brat!

Story -- Big Sister -- 3. "Big Sister Learns Not to Push (It)" (Ff/f nc)
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On one thing Laura was wrong: that evening, her father didn't take the belt to her at all. The sight of her swollen, purple backside - made even more so after one hour of hell spend sitting on the stool, naked and facing the corner - was enough to deter him from whipping her, even though he said that she should be grateful she was being let off easy. The contrite teenager was still given two solid slaps across her face which got her crying again, as well as two well-aimed smacks at her sit-spots, more than enough to start a long series of sobs right before the two hours she would spend in the living room corner. After all, there's no point standing naked in a corner if you' re not crying your heart out and thinking about your misdeeds, Mr. Randolph thought. And as for giving Laura permission to wear clothes the rest of the week-end, he had discarded the question with a small laugh and a shake of his head. >>>>>> --- END
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> Spinning the older girl around by the shoulder, she slapped her face hard.
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--Big Sister-- 3. "BIG SISTER LEARNS NOT TO PUSH (IT)" (Ff-f nc very hard, voy, mild sadism)
series created by Ashley Michaels and Haley Brimley
Elaine Randolph was sitting and reading a book, when she heard raised voices coming from upstairs. As she entered the room from which the shouting was emanating, she saw her fifteen year old daughter, Laura, push her younger sister Wendy hard. That was all the woman needed to see. Spinning the older girl around by the shoulder, she slapped her face hard.
Frightened and hurt, Laura burst into tears. Mrs. Randolph was not mollified. "Hit your little sister, will you?" she spat, "Well we'll see about that. Put your hands down this minute!"
Laura forced her right hand to stop reaching for her damaged cheek. Instead, she watched in terror, as her mother's hand rose again. "Please. Mommy. nooooooo!" she pleaded hysterically, but to no avail. Two slaps rocked Laura 's head left, then right, wrenching plaintive sobs from the unhappy beauty.
"Please. Mommy. I can explain." Laura cried out.
"There is no explanation for hitting a younger child!" Laura's mother said stonily. She reached out and grasped the girl's earlobe. "You're going to be one sorry, young lady, Laura Marie, when I'm done with you. Now get over to the bed. I'm going to give you a spanking you won't soon forget." As she spoke, Mrs. Randolph jerked at the girl's earlobe.
"Ouuuwww. Mommy. please. my ear. it hurts!" cried Laura. But anxious to keep her earlobe attached to her head, she obediently followed her mother to the bed. Only when the woman was fully seated did she release her hold. Laura clutched at her flaming ear and cheeks.
The girl had little time to comfort her damaged facial features, though. "Pull those panties down, Laura Marie!"
Glancing over at her grinning younger sister, Laura clenched her little fists as fresh tears sprang to her dilated eyes. "Please. Mommy. Please. I beg you," she faintly articulated, "please not in front of Wendy. Don't let her watch. please Mommy. Don't make me take my panties down in front of her. Please. Mommy. please."
"I will say this once only, Laura Marie, and you had best pay attention to it. I'm not only going to let Wendy watch while I spank you, I'm going to let her spank you too. That will teach you not to hit younger children. Now you get those panties down unless you'd like for me to have Wendy do that too!"
That worked. The unhappy girl uttered a soft, stifled groan but reached beneath her clothes, hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly took her panties down to her knees. Mrs. Randolph's right hand shot out and pulled Laura over her lap. Wendy's eyes went big as saucers. 'Wow', she thought to herself excitedly; 'I'm going to see my big sister's privates.'
But even as Wendy was thinking this, up went the back of Laura's dress to the small of her back, leaving two very pale bottom-cheeks, bare and defenseless. Mrs. Randolph turned toward Wendy and smiled. "Do be a dear and bring me Laura's hairbrush from her dresser."
"Sure, Mommy", the girl said enthusiastically. She wanted to see her sister spanked really hard. and she was going to get her wish.
Still dangling over her mother's knees, Laura wasn't sure what was more humiliating; the fact that Wendy was seeing her bare from the waist down or the knowledge that the little girl would soon have a shot at her bottom too. As if getting spanked by her mother in front of her wasn't demeaning enough in itself.
However, all miserable thoughts were swept away from her mind as soon as she saw the all-too-eager preteen return with the dreaded instrument in her hands. Laura couldn't help it and started to cry softly to herself. What she couldn't know, though, was that in addition to her eagerness Wendy was also feeling a deep sense of respect. Holding that hairbrush was exciting and scary at the same time: was it this heavy? She never would have believed it, and could only imagine the great amounts of pain such a severe implement could bring to Laura's bottom - especially her bare bottom.
"Here, Mommy," Wendy smiled at her mother as she handed the brush over.
"Why, thank you dear. Why don't you sit here and help Mommy by holding Laura 's ankles? She has this annoying habit of kicking, sometimes."
This time it was Wendy's turn to forget all about her thoughts. Her eyes shone as she nodded and promptly took her place at her mother's side. While Laura's face cheeks went crimson - and not just from the repeated slapping - her mother gathered the girl's legs and lifted them so that her feet were resting on Wendy's lap.
The little girl's jaw dropped as she realized she was going to actually see a spanking, and even participate. Her mother's promise that she would be allowed to spank Laura too had momentarily slipped from her mind. "Err... what... what do I do, Mommy?"
"Just hold her feet really tight so your sister won't even think of going anywhere. We must blister her bottom really good, and we don't want her escaping, do we?" she added with a wink.
Again, Laura's humiliation caused her tears to increase. Mrs. Randolph had spoken those words as if promising her daughter... her biological daughter... a Sunday treat. But that was no picnic, and definitely not for Laura. She felt her white-socked feet enclosed in Wendy's small hands, which were gripping her ankles as hard as they could. Laura had this most unpleasant feeling that she really wouldn't be going anywhere.
"So..." Mrs. Randolph's voice became icy cold again as she spoke to Laura. "Fighting with your sister, Laura. You want to hurt a younger kid? You want to bully Wendy around just because you're a few years older? Well, I'll have none of that!"
And with that, she picked up the hairbrush from the bedspread and placed it on Laura's trembling, waiting bottom cheeks. She rubbed it there in small circles for a while, much to Wendy's enjoyment, as the child stared mesmerized at the breathtaking sight.
Laura was of course much less enthralled. "Oh no please... please Mommy, not the brush on the bare... I beg you... not with Wendy here..." she finished in a barely audible whisper.
But Mrs. Randolph had heard alright, and she had very little tolerance for fussing. She raised the heavy hairbrush and brought it down as hard as she could on Laura's sit-spots - both of them, right in the centre, where she knew some of the sting would get to a place that would make the girl scream. And true enough, Laura's shriek was earsplitting.
Unprepared by her writhing, Wendy let one of Laura's feet escape her grip, and she had a hard time taking hold of it again. "You must be firmer, Wendy," her mother gently admonished. The child nodded and this time practically hugged Laura's ankles, using her forearms as well as her hands to keep her in place.
The fifteen-year-old, meanwhile, was crying in utter misery. Rarely had a single smack hurt more than that one, and rarely if ever had a spanking started in such fashion. She knew, once again, that arguing with her mother to any degree warranted an extremely harsh reaction. That didn't help with her sobbing, of course.
"Owww!... oh God... please Mommy... I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I'll be gooooood..." Laura wailed in agony. And her spanking had barely started.
"You've said that many times, Laura," Mrs. Randolph scolded as another blow fell on the girl's right bottom cheek, causing a fresh yelp and more tears. "And you never are good for long. Am I allowed to think you are also a liar, then?" WHACK! went the hairbrush on the left cheek.
"Aieee! Noooo Mommy I'm nooooot..."
"I want to hope so, Laura Marie." Another two smacks echoed through the air sound as pistol shots, followed by the girl's high-pitched shrieks of pain. "Because you know how liars are dealt with in this house."
Laura knew. Wendy knew. Peter knew. Everyone knew, and it was impossible to forget. Poor Laura bawled like a child as the hairbrush ignited white hot fire in her backside, and she twisted the comforter in her hands desperately trying not to reach back. Any further movement was impossible, not with her mother's free arm circling her bare waist - her shirt had ridden all the way up to her chest - and Wendy the little imp's hands restraining her ankles. Laura felt so helpless and vulnerable, held tight as if tied, like a prisoner submitting to a whipping. Only, this was much worse in her book.
True, she was fighting with Wendy, and yes, perhaps she needed to be punished; but it had been Wendy to start it, it had been her to be unreasonable and whiney, and Laura had finally lost it and given her a tiny small push. Fate had it that her mother would step in right that second, and blame her totally for it. In Laura's opinion, Wendy was as guilty as she if not more, but it wasn't Wendy to be upended over the maternal lap, with her sister holding her ankles, her bottom bare and oh so soundly smacked by the vicious hairbrush. No sir, Wendy was actually getting to watch, and to help, and if her mother wouldn't change her mind, she would soon be smacking her bottom too. Laura's only way to deal with the unfairness of it all was to hang her head and cry, then cry again, and then cry some more.
Wendy's way was slightly different, or at least as different as her view was. While Laura's eyes were too filled with tears to see anything beyond her own misery, the little girl's were wide and registering every little detail. Every time her mother's hairbrush spanked, and it did so at five-to-ten seconds intervals, she could see an oval white blotch soon turn to red, leaving a few distinct bruises where the brush edges had landed. Her sister's bottom was a bright scarlet all over after less than twenty smacks - yes, Wendy was keeping an accurate count - and Laura's shrieks and pleas had increased accordingly minute after minute.
But Wendy also had other things in her eyes, and mind. She found the dance of her sister's feet in her hands to be so very entertaining. The girl was obviously trying to struggle free but could not, and that gave Wendy a feeling of power over her that she was finding intoxicating. Laura would do or not do what she, the baby of the house, allowed her to do or not do. And whenever her big sister would get a little too frantic in her attempts to escape, she would part her thighs and bend her legs at the knees as much as she could. When that happened, Wendy would get a clear shot of Laura's private, innermost places, and she would feel another wave of excitement rushing over her.
She was going to be happy for quite a while, since Mrs. Randolph wasn't showing signs of wanting to stop any time soon.
"You will be respectful and thoroughly obedient to us, who are your mother and father," she said, then let the hairbrush kiss her daughter's right sit-spot, leaving a crimson splotch. "You will be respectful and set an example for your younger siblings, not take advantage of your age to fight and be a bully to them." Another blow, harder, to the very same place. The woman noticed that when she focused two, three or even four smacks in the same spot, Laura's cries and promises to be good were more and more vigorous.
So she delivered a couple more on the crease between the girl's right cheek and right thigh, until that area was much too bruised for now to continue, and a few nasty-looking ridges from the hairbrush's not perfectly smooth borders had just appeared. Not a problem for Mrs. Randolph, who took on the left side with equal strength, and causing similar reactions.
By now, Laura was a sobbing mess of a teenager. She blabbered almost incoherently her vows to be the best-behaved daughter ever, and her throat was so hoarse she could almost scream no more. Almost: when a sequence of smacks would impact on the same spot again and again, she would let out the occasional yell, but for the most part, her reaction to the atrocious spanking limited to a long, loud and agonized sobbing howl.
Laura's bottom wasn't even aching anymore after the sixtieth smack or so - she definitely had lost count, and very early into the spanking, for that matter. Her derriere felt like one totally numb area, so she didn't even notice when the spanking coming to an end, not right away at least. When she realized the sounds of the falling hairbrush had stopped, she knew that she was not being spanked anymore.
"You see, dear," Her mother's voice speaking to Wendy was barely audible in the background. "Now Laura is one well-spanked girl. You can see it by two facts, basically. One, she's not fighting anymore; did you notice how easier it was for you to restrain her feet lately, say, in the last minute or so?"
Wendy nodded and smiled as she slowly released her grip on Laura's ankles and rubbed her socked feet, her hands running gently along the sole, on the toes and on the opposite side, squeezing delicately here and there.
"Good. And then, more importantly, you see the state of her bottom. It is scarlet red all over, with the occasional bruise... like here," she pointed at one with the hairbrush, "and here."
"Are..." Wendy fought to find the right words. She cleared her throat. "Are those ridges normal, Mommy? Will they go away?"
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