Sister Spanks Me

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Sister Spanks Me


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I sighed as I sat on the couch, knowing what was awaiting me this weekend. You wouldn't expect me to be this embarassed. I'm a fairly attractive guy, 18 years old, 6'3, dirty blond hair. I'm athletic, have the honor of being the best heavyweight wrestler at any school I meet with. I make straight A's in high school, even my AP classes, and I have a pretty free ride to college tomorrow. The big problem is my family.

My mom was exiting the door, looking absolutely imposing at 6'6 in those colossal heels she loved to wear, her blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes covered in thick rimmed glasses as her busines casual clothes did nothing to hide her.

"That's a nice outfit" she said as she adjusted her glasses, pointing at my tight T-shirt and skinny jeans. She bought them for me, of course, I usually like more loose and bright clothing but she thought I looked handsome in them and threatened to spank me right there if I didn't lave in them That's my mom for you, she love to..motivate me like that.

She approaches me slowly as she clears her throat, perfect as ever before looking me in the eye. "Well, Diane will be in charge this weekend. I expect you to be on your best behavior"

I had a hard time hearing that. well with not freaking out when I heard it. I stared down at the carpet and said OK, before she walked up to me and raised my head, making me say "I'll be good" while looking her in the eyes.

Mom always gave Diane preferential treatment, sometimes I have a hard time blaming her. The girl is popular, ambitious, and a prodigy at everything she tries. Still, it would be nice if sometims she stepped in to stop Diane a bit.

Mom called out "Dieane!" to the basemen of our upscale home, and in a moment I heard thepitter patter of tiny feet. in what seemed like seconds she burst through the door and jumped into mom's arms, the two kissing on the lips.

"Tiny" may not be the best word to describe Diane. I mean she was physically small at 5'3 (well, not for her age, but she is my mom's daughter...) but her muscles popped with incredible definition, and she made no secret about this. She was wearing a blue sports bra and matching lycra shorts, along with some wristbands and a sweatband when she jumped on mom. She had obviously been working out pretty hard, she was absolutely coated in fluid, the smell pretty obvious to anyone in the room.

Mom held Diane so lovingly as she purred in her ear "Now, I know Ive had you look after Daniel on afternoons before, bu are you sure you can babysit him for the whole weekend?"

My mom just called her my babysitter! in front of me, like I wasn't even there!

"Of course, mother. I've been able to handle him for quite some time!" she said before kissing my mom again.

She was set down on the floor 'well alright, your sweat is getting all over my nice clothes!" mom said before walking to me while looking over her shoulder at Diane "will you take good care of him"she said as she patted both my shoulders

"I'll make sure not to put him in the hospital. Unless he really earned it" my sister responded. My mom laughed heavily at that before grabbing me under the armpits and lifting me up, she put me in a bear hug and tightened it until I yelped, at which point she loosened it and let me back on the couch.

"Well, be good" she said with a smile as she sauntered out the door, her heels klaking as my sister looked at me and gave the smile.

Diane would often look at me with a very specific, smug smile when she was about to do something mean. The first time I remmeber her using it, she was 9 and I was fifteen. I was an athlete back then, but not AS into weight training, mom made us ar wrestle. She gave me that look right before slamming my arm into the table.

Her lips were a bit plumper now, think she may have been wearing some light make-up, and she had a pink streak in her perfect blond hair. But she looked very much the same as she always did

"So, baby brother" she said with that smile 'What plans do you have for the day?"

"Don't call me that, I'm a legal adult while yoru an adolescent"

"Really?" Diane said smugly, rubbing her chin. her arms popped with muscle, the vascularity bvious from her workout. I wish I could ever be that defined, and I certainly wished to have that kind of mass at twelve (I was a bit of a skinny kid), but her biceps were still huge. Barely over 13" biceps at maximum flex and she loved to show them off.

"But if I'm an adolescent, and your an adult...why did mom leave me in charge here?"

I looked down "She didn't...she was just saying if there was an emergency or something...your not really in charge!"

Dian laughed, it must have been practiced judging by how incredibly graceful and feminine it was, despite being deep and from the bell. her abs, which looked like they were cut an inch deep each, rolled with each laugh as she clutched her belly

"We can see about that" she said as she walked to a cabinet and pulled her phone from teh charger "I could give ehr a call right now, see if she agrees with you. Maybe even have her drive back and explain things in person. That could be fun, couldn't it?"

Suddenly I felt a great fear...I rmemeber how hard mom would always punish me for saying anything disparaging to my sister. I gulped at the threat as I looked down "No...you don't need to do that"

"Why? its really no trouble" she replied with a joyous malice "I could just call her up and we'd see who sh really wants to be in charge"

"No" I said, feeling msyelf loosing already, I looked her in the eyes angrilly "You are. she left you in charge"

"Yay!" she said before breaking into a sprint and tackling me with a hug, making sure that my face got shoved into her sweaty armpit the way she grabbed me, holding me incredibly tightly "Glad we can agree on who's in charge, baby brothr" she said before releasing me. I gasped for air as she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek "So, baby bro...what do you want to do tonight?"

"I have homework" I said I mean, it was technically true, I was pretty caught up but I did have some stuff do at some point the following week. And a Friday night doing calc and Eglish seemed way better than whatever she had in store for me.

"Hmm, alright. But after your finished...we get to have some fun, yeah? maybe you could even make me some dinner?" she said before falling backward, tumbling perfectly onto her back and elbows as she shoved her feet in my face "Or you could give me a foot rub! I really need one!"

The scent of her feet was absolutely overpowering as her pink toenails trailed right under my nose. I recoiled a bit bjut she kept up with me, even grabbing my nose between her toes "Flinching, eh?" she said before lightly slapping my face twice with her other foot 'next time you won't get off so easily"

"Yes...of course...can I do my homework now?"

She was obviously somewhat annoyed by my request, but acquiesced easily enough, getting off of me before sprinting upstairs. She sprinted back down with my backpack.

"well, get it done" sh said as she threw it on the kitchen table, then hopped on the table herself (she had an amazing vertical leap!) before reclining on it

I looked at her, flustered for a moment before she slapped the table "baby brother, you need to do your homework" she said matter-of-factly, er lips beginning to curl into a smile.

I ran to the table quickly, pulling out my books and looking up at her. she was playing on her phone

"Please don't call me that...and could I have some privacy?"

"Baby bro...I only call you that because I love you. And I think, as your baby sitter, its my job to make sure you do your homework"

I looked up angrily, but said nothing. It wasn't worth the argument, not at that articular moment. began pulling out my English homework first, looking up at her occasionally. she was just laying on the table on her phone, texting, playing games, seemingly switching between a few activities. Her legs were spread out, with her feet just close enough to me to give me the occasional whiff of her sweaty gross odor.

I tried to focus on my notes and my book, but her gaze (or rather, occasional glance) made it difficult. she somehow communicated an impatience with her body language...perhaps it was how she kept quietly re-arranging her legs.

I was jealous of her legs, the girl had the calves of an amazon and the thighs of a Goddess!they were cut without looking grotesquely striated, the sweat on her skin only making them look bigger and more defined, with every muscle on the becoming obvious as she changed her position.

I tried not to look up, but she occasionally caught my glances and smirked at me. She didn't need to say anything.

I was pretty close to done when she looked down at one of my note papers

"can the teacher read your handwriting?"

I looked up "yes she can"

"But its so dirty! I man, that's hardly even cursive! are you sure your not just getting A's cus she doesn't want to be bothered with pretending to read your paper?"

"Shut up" I said, before she laughed loudly at me

"You know, baby bro, I'm pretty sure I can write nicer with my feet than you can with your hands"

"That's not true" I said, before she grabbed a pen with her toes and a piece of paper with her other foot and signed her name, of course it turned out beautiful

"Lets see you do better" she smugly challenged

"I'm busy" I said as I tried to return to work

"Then admit your writing sucks and mine is beautiful!"

I probably should have, but then I needed to prove myself. I grabbed her same pen and spent about 12 times longer than her writing my name in cursive. it looked...OK. Nothing like hers. She laughed loudly before snapping a picture.

"hey!" I protested, as she started typing something with her thumbs. I felt a ding in my pocket and pulled out my phone. The picture was on facebook, I looked pretty embarrassed, and the caption read "My baby brother can't write as well as I can with my FEET! What a loser, LOL"

I looked up to say something, but she snatched my phone, placing it next to her "Do homewokr,phone later"

I may have rushed through much of my English homework to get my phone back, bt when I reached out my sister asked

"Is that ALL of it?"

I looked down "No"

"Well, then, baby bro, finish ALL of it and we can give you your phone back"

I sighed as I looked up at her "Its math, I need a calculator"

She smiled brightly and scooted toward me "i can calculate!" she volunteered.

The details were a bit boring, but she quite frankly schooled me. She certainly took after my mom as far as teaching went, always making sure to giggle at me and completely upshow me whenever I made the smallest mistake, and pushing me to work pretty hard. Honestly after a while it just felt natural though, and I think she was genuinely trying to help me at some level.

So it ended with her closing my book "Your pretty good at math, for a boy" she said before playfully punching my arm "But lets face facts, if you have a question you need to ask a girl"

That certainly hurt on some level, but I let out an agreeable laugh as she did the same.

"So" she said, placing a perfectly manicured black fingernail on my nose, hr shoulder muscles exploding in definition and size when she did so "what are you making me for dinner?"

I smiled "You mean what are YOU Making ME?" I asked back in a joking tone.

Surprisingly, she laughed "alright, big boy, you don't wanna make dinner, huh? howabout...challenge me at something and whoever wins gets to do whatever she wants while the loser makes dinner?"

I was impressed by her confidence "Challenge you at what?" I a asked, which was probably a mistake. I like to thin if I used my imagination I could have found SOMETHING I could beat her at.

"I don't know, your always playing some stupid soldier game or another. can't you challenge someone on that?"

"Deal!" I responded and before I knew it she was setting up the playstation. I checked the phone she finally gave back and saw quite a few of her friends had commented on the image she posted. They were...brutal.

"Ok, double or nothing" she says as she gets on the couch "Lets say loser has to rub winner's feet, too!"

He agreed and before we knew it the game had started "best two out of three?" she asked as I started it up.

"Sure"i replied smugly. The first round she was obviously lost, looking at my hands more than anything else I killed hr easily enough. She just nodded "So THAT'S how you control them" she said before round 2 started, and suddenly she moved with an amazing grace and precision. I gave her character some damage but she killed me.

My jaw dropped as I looked at her, and she stands up and smiled at me "Hmm, better be careful with me, or else I'll get some of my friends online and make sure you boys never win a match again!"

"Shut up!" I said "Where did you learn to play this?"

"I was looking at your hands round one, baby brother" she said as she looked up at me, "Its really not that complicated"

"Whatever" i said, clearly mad now, starting round 3 and trying to be more cautious this time. it...didn't work so great, she beat me without taking any damage.

There the controller on the floor and she jumped in the air "Hah, I knew it, girls rule boys drool, there's NOTHING you can beat me at, baby bro! Now come get your feet from your big sister!"

It hurt me pretty bad to have a 12-year-old tell that to me, but when she did a "gun show" flex to show off, I got really steamed

"Shut up!" I tried to demand "You don't need to rub it in like that!"

"But its true" she said smugly

"Diane!" i shouted 'Stop being such a bully!"

She rubbed her chin for a few seconds. "You think I'm a bully?"

"Uhhh" I was a bit dumbfounded. then she gave the smile I gulped when I saw that. she looked so...smug, happy, content.

She jumped off the couch, landing gracefully as her hips exploded and thighs expanded, before walking up to me and punching me in the gut. The wind was instantly knocked out of me as she grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the carpet "Bully, am I?"

"Diane" I mouthed before she twisted my arms behind her my back, I screamed in pain! those compact hands were so tight on my wrists, i was like vices cutting into my flesh!

She I couldn't see what she was doing, but my shoulders suddenly exploded in pain as I felt myself being lifted from the ground. She was picking me up!

My forearms were forcibly crossed behind my back as they pressed against each other with a lot of weight, my shoulders feeling like they were tearing as my weight was jerked by them. Diane was o her feet, back to back with me as she started carrying around my 250 pounds!

She walked me to the staircase, making sure to jerk me around "Bully, huh?" she asked before she started walking up the stairs, each step jerking me around painfully as my feet hung uselessly, unable to touch the ground when she carried me up so quickly.

"Please, stop!" I whined without answer as I stared at the roof running past me, suddenly I heard a door slam open from her kick. "Whats going on?" I asked as she threw me into the bathroom

"I'll show you a bully" she said with a cruel smile as she tackled me again, this time lifting me above her head, before clamping her arms around my biceps. My wrestling skills had completely failed me against the shock and strength of this....12-year-old girl. my own little sister, six years my junior. Things got worse when my head wet into the toilet bowl.

I screamed into the water as she squeezed my body, my air quickly disappearing. I uselessly tried to break out of her arms as my lungs burned. suddenly the toilet flushed I was given a swirlie

Siane began speaking in her sweetest voice "am I a bully?"

"What?" I asked, the bowl refilling. I realized that first swirlie wasn't the end of my torment

"Am I a bully?"

"No!" I shouted.

She squeezed me harder, I felt m already burning chest compress "Please, stop, your not a bully!"

"Then why'd you call me one?" she asked

"I'm...I was just mad because you beat me at a game, I'm sorry, it was stupid!" I said out of desperation. think. maybe at that moment I legitimately believed it

"Hmm, so you admit you deserve punishment?" she asked, the water beginning to reach my nose, I had to breath with my mouth I writhed as much as I could but she held me firmly

"Yes!" I say, before the after began drowning me again

It felt like I was in there for an hour before she flushed again "Hey, baby brother....whos' the wekaest person in the house?"

"Me!" I shouted

"really? but you live with two women, one of whom is like, WAY younger than you!"

"I know, but I'm the weakest!" I say as the water started rising in the bowl again

"So are boys or girls stronger?"

"Girls! Girls are way better!"

she pulled me out and threw me on the floor, before placing a towel over my head "I know you were just saying that to avoid punishment" she whispered cruelly "But you said it, and now you have to live with the fact that you said it" she pinched my cheek 'Soon enough you'll start to believe it"

"Please" I say "Please...are you done?"

"she rubbed her chin "I'm going to go on a run. I want dinner back when I get back." she said, before shoving a sweaty foot in my face "Wish my feet good luck before I go...and I expect dinner when I come home. after that I'll choose how to punish you"

I kissed both of her feet and she laughed at me, before she put some socks and shoes on, a belt to carry her phone, placed some earbuds in, and put weights on her wrists and ankles

"H-how much are you running in?"

"Ten pounds each" she said, moving her arms like they were nothing. I realized she was probably carrying around 30% of her weight between her hands and feet.

"well...good luck" I said awkwardly. she smiled "have dinner ready in 45 minutes"

I stewed in humiliation as she was out running. I had trouble avoiding looking at my phone her friends (and a few of mine) kept leaving comments on the handwriting picture making fun of me. it didn't hep when mom commented and shared too.

But that was just a distraction from my inner turmoil. I was completely manhandled by a girl a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than me. I mean, it was one thing when mom bullied me, but this kid 2/3rds my age? it made me feel...absolutely humiliated

I worked hard making dinner, making 4 chicken breasts and a lot of macaroni and cheese, and realizing I needed a vegetable I steamed some broccoli.

I've made a few dinners before in my life, this one was...OK, to be sure. Maybe if I was less distracted I'd have made something better.

She came home soon enough, even more sweaty than she was before. She walked to the kicthen and smelled dinner 'Sounds nice, baby brother" she said with a smile before looking at me "So, I was actually gonna shower before we ate"

"I..OK" I said awkwardly as I walked up to her. "Uhhhh...."

she gave me a smile. A warm one "Just rub my sweaty feet" she said as she plopped on the couch. I knelt down and peeled off her shoes and socks. her sweet were very sweaty, but I kept going, making sure to rub them thoroughly before I looked back up at her. she seemed satisfied.

"Nice rub" she said as she walked up to me and han
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