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Subject: Re: Boys spanked by YOUNGER sister
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Date Posted: 22:26:23 05/02/17 Tue
In reply to: Don 's message, "Boys spanked by older sister" on 13:55:10 05/01/17 Mon

>I don't think this is uncommon. The main picture on
>this forum reminds me of such an incident when I was
>in my teens.
>I was visiting a neighbor friends home at which time
>only the girl who was about 16 years old and her 12
>year old brother were at home. I forget what the boy
>had done but the sister was very angry and grabbed the
>boy, took off his shorts and briefs, the only thing he
>was wearing since it was summer, put him over her
>knees and started spanking him. She was wearing those
>short shorts which were fashionable at the time during
>summertime, so the boy was lying completely naked over
>her bare thighs.
>What impressed me was the boy rubbing and squirming on
>her bare thigh with each swat. I must admit that I got
>excited watching this and had to let off as soon as I
>got home.
>I wonder how many readers here ever watched such a
>scene.


I should first introduce myself. I am William Foster but as a kid everyone called me Willie. When I was twelve years old my mother passed away from a serious heart condition. I had a younger sister named Jane who was ten. We both felt a terrible loss as did our father, Trevor Foster. Being an older child is not always an advantage as my own experiences will show you.

Shortly after our departed mother's funeral our Dad got us together in our large living room and told us, “Now that your mother's gone, kids, there will have to be some changes in this household since we can't depend on her any more. You are both old enough to start doing things yourself like making your beds and keeping your rooms clean. I will have a lady over for a couple of hours a day to cook your meals because you know I have to work long hours so I just don't have the time. I could never cook like your mother anyway.”

Now let me tell you a little about me and my sister. I was always the one who was inclined to get into mischief and do naughty things. On a few occasions my mother had put me over her knee and spanked me for doing something bad. I received the last one at the age of eleven and one I never forgot. She bared my bottom and applied a hairbrush to my cheeks and this was for using bad words in front of her. I had difficulty sitting down for the next two days.

Jane on the other hand had always been well behaved and neither of our parents ever had to tell her to do anything twice. Dad said he hoped I would follow her example and try to be more like her. He had never spanked me since that had always been Mum's job but I was pretty sure he would have if I got him mad enough.

Our father went on, “Sorry if I sound hard and you know I love you both but now your mother's no longer here we have to pull together a lot more and help each other, understand!” We both nodded that we did,

A few months later when we had got used to the fact that our maternal parent was no longer with us I came home after school one day and found Jane in my bedroom. She had obviously arrived home before me. We were both in secondary school now. I had turned thirteen and she eleven. She had been looking under my bed and found a Playboy magazine a boy at school had lent me. She sat there on the end of the bed with the nudie book in her hand. She looked at me and said, “I'm surprised at you, Willie, bringing disgusting stuff like that into the house! You've been a very bad boy and I think Dad should know about this.”

I begged her, “Oh, sis, please don't let him know. He'll thrash me within an inch of my life. All the kids my age look at naked ladies so it's no big deal. I'll give it back tomorrow and we can both forget about it.

But she wasn't going to let me off that easily. She informed me, “I think I should spank you the way our Mum used to when you did a bad thing and this is worse then anything you did before.” She told me she saw me getting a bare arsed spanking that time across my mother's lap for swearing. The door was slightly open and she saw the whole thing. “She made you cry like a baby, didn't she! She did a good job on your naughty bottom, didn't she! Well, now you've been naughty again and you need somebody to straighten you out.”

I realised at once what she meant by this and I protested. “You can't do that, you can't spank me, you're my kid sister and I won't let you do it.”

She just grinned and said, “All right then, I'll tell Dad all about that magazine. I don't think he'll be happy when he hears how you get off on that sort of trash.” She knew that she had me where she wanted me. She gestured at my new long grey trousers and informed me, “Teenage boys who don't behave deserve to have their bottoms spanked. Now get your pants down, you little pervert!” She spoke to me now as if she was our mother. I had no choice but to obey her. Soon my trousers fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She ordered me to remove everything except my tight fitting briefs. She once commented that they looked very sexy on me and for some reason she wanted me to keep them on.

She patted her lap to tell me I had to go over it. Soon I was in that familiar embarrassing OTK position I knew from the times I'd been taken across my Mum's knee for some attitude adjustment but this was even worse. I was going to be spanked by an eleven year old girl, my little sister. She did at least spare me the indignity of removing my silky underpants but maybe she just liked seeing them on me as I said.
Soon came a flurry of hard smacks as her hand connected with my backside.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I could not believe what a hard smack she had. Her hand came down on my buttocks time and time again. Her grip around my waist was firm as she held me in position and her small but hard palm made contact with the seat of my blue briefs. I found myself wondering how a girl her age and size could be capable of inflicting such pain to her big brother's arse. My lower region was starting to feel very uncomfortable and soon it felt very sore. I began to struggle and kick my muscular adolescent legs and then I was crying and begging her to stop.

She figured I'd learned my lesson and stopped spanking me. She let me off her lap warning me she'd do it again if I didn't behave myself. Then she walked out of the room, leaving her older sibling with a very red and sore bottom and a feeling of total humiliation. Something told me I'd have to go through this again and how right I was!

Some ten days later when I went up to my room I found Jane sitting on the edge of my bed again. She said to me, “I hear you were a bad boy today, Willie!”

No point in denying it. She went to the same school as me and even if she didn't see it her friends let her know everything that went on. I replied, “I got into a fight with another boy at school, sis! He just got on my nerves.” I knew I had to face her wrath or Dad's so I thought it might be better to turn myself over to her for punishment.

“You really bashed him up, didn't you?” I nodded, no sense lying about it. She went on, “And how many times has Dad told you about fighting in school? You've been very naughty, Willie, and there's an old fashioned remedy for naughtiness. Pull down your pants, boy!”

I know I shouldn't have let her treat me like that or talk to me like I was six years old but I was left with no alternative. Soon my trousers fell to the carpeted floor and my other garments followed, all except my blue 'knickers' that covered my private parts but offered very little protection from her hand spankings.

Once again I was back in that compromising position with my 110lb frame draped across her bare legs. Then came the first spank of her hand as it landed flush on my left bum cheek. The next one came down on the other cheek. I could not get over how effective her spanks were. I think even a grown man would have felt them and known he'd been spanked. Again and again her hand struck my quite resilient rear end. I'd got into fights and never cried but I knew I was going to cry now. I was known in school as quite a tough kid but I was being cut down to size now. After five minutes it became very unpleasant. After ten it was unbearable and I couldn't help but thrash my legs and bawl my eyes out and implore my little sister to stop, which she did.

As I stood before her with tears running down my cheeks she told me that since our mother wasn't there to discipline me it was up to her to straighten me out and she would whatever it took to do it. If I refused to let her tan my backside she'd turn me over to the big man who was our Dad. What a situation to be in, being demoralised by a slip of a girl. I was a teenager and she was still a child but very able to give me a bottom warming I wouldn't forget in a hurry. After she left the room I inspected my abused arse in the mirror and saw how red and swollen it now was. Her butt blistering sessions were certainly severe enough.

So until I was fifteen I was subjected to many more OTK spankings administered by my sister cum guardian. If I didn't clean my room or I was late for school. Anything like that warranted a corrective session from my kid sister who was certainly in charge now. Often as I lay across her knees and she pounded away at my unfortunate bottom I felt myself getting a boner inside my briefs. If she noticed this she never commented about it. I thought it strange this never happened when Mum was doing it to me. I suppose getting spanked by a girl, particularly a younger girl, does tend to produce this kind of reaction from a boy going through puberty.

There was one time when she gave me a very painful and memorable bare bottomed thrashing with a hairbrush. You see, I brought home a couple of bottles of beer given to me by an older boy at school. I sneaked then into my bedroom and began drinking. When I got to the second bottle the door flew open and there stood my sister. She had caught me in the act. “What do you think you're doing?” she demanded of me. There was nothing I could say in my defence. “I'll deal with you in the morning!” she informed me before shutting the door behind her and she certainly did that.

At eight am the next day (this was a Saturday) Jane came into my bedroom with a hardwood brush in her hand. I soon found myself upended over her knee again and she pulled down my pyjama bottoms until they lay on the floor. This time she began to tug down my briefs until they were clear of my arse. “No, sis, no!” I struggled and begged her not to do this but to no avail. I received no less then twenty hard wallops of that hairbrush across my naked behind and it really hurt.

When she had finished my punishment and left me crying like a baby on my bed she said to me, “Do that again and see what you get!” Then she left me alone. To tell you the truth I didn't really like the stuff and it was quite irresponsible to be drinking underage so she was probably right to blister my butt for it.

As I said by the time I turned fifteen the physical punishments from my sister became less frequent and then they stopped altogether. Maybe she just became bored with smacking my rear almost weekly. Maybe she thought it was improper to keep treating her big brother like a child. Whatever the reason it stopped and I was pleased about that. As things turned out I was never spanked by my Dad. I would have to say that even though Jane was younger then me she proved that she was more mature and responsible than I was so in a way she was really older and wiser then me.

At seventeen I joined the army. In spite of everything I kissed my little sister goodbye before Dad drove me to the railway station. I stayed with the military until I was twenty one and then I took up engineering as a career. Jane became a nurse at the local hospital so now she is treating injuries instead of trying to inflict them as she had with me (bad joke).

Dad passed away some ten years ago due to cancer. Since then me and my sister have stayed in touch and we often get together to reflect on those childhood times in the old house. I don't feel any animosity towards her for having chastised me so many times all those years ago and we can actually laugh about it all now. After all, our Mum had passed away and our brother and sister relationship was a little different to most, that's just how it was. If Mum had not left us I think we'd have been more like a normal family. I would say we both turned out ok and she would have been proud of us.

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