“Oh my fucking god,” squealed Melody, jumping to her feet and hurling a pillow at her older sister. “You are such a bitch!”
“Oh what-fucking-ever,” snapped Cassidy, springing up just as quickly to face her sister, her nostrils flaring. “You can watch your stupid show anytime you want online anyway, so who cares if you don’t get to watch it now?”
The fight had been brewing ever since they’d all gone out for brunch that Sunday morning the day after Cassidy’s birthday party. It had started small enough, with the two of them arguing over who got to sit in the front seat of their father’s SUV (It had just been easier to just pile into the one oversized car rather than take two of them), and had been steadily escalating ever since. Now the tension between the two sisters had reached a boiling point as they stood mere inches away from each another, hurling accusations and insults with steadily increasing volume and ferocity.
“Uh… Cassie, honey, it really isn’t that big of a deal you know,” Lauren tried to intercede gently, but firmly. She stepped in closer and put a warning hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, hoping that would be enough to snap her out of it. “Why don’t we just watch what Melody wants to, okay? She did call dibs on the TV, after all.”
Her attempts to interject a bit of calmness between the two of them went totally ignored however, and a moment later things finally snapped. One of them pushed the other, in the confusion it was impossible to tell for certain who actually started it, and the next thing Lauren knew, the two sisters were rolling around on the floor wrestling like kids half their age. As an only child, Lauren had never experienced first-hand what quarrelling with a younger sister was like, and as such found herself standing over the two of them dumbstruck as they grappled and cursed, trying unsuccessfully to get their attention and cool their raging tempers. Thankfully, a more experienced sibling wrangler swooped in just then, and she was able to step back and let her handle it.
“Cassidy Anne! Melody Jane! You two stop fighting this instant!” bellowed their mother, storming into the living room and descending upon the two of them like a hurricane as she pulled them apart from each other with practiced ease.
“She started it!” they both exclaimed at the same time, each pointing an accusatory finger at the other and glaring.
“Are you two serious?” demanded their mother in exasperation, letting go of the backs of their shirts and throwing her hands into the air, before looking over to Lauren as if she could somehow make things better. “You both are way, way, too old to be acting like this. I can’t believe it. What are you, five?”
She sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Lauren dear,” she said, moving to stand beside her so they could both scowl disapprovingly at the two sisters who now stood side by side shamefacedly staring at their bare feet. “These two can be such brats when they get around each other. I swear it’s like they’re half their age sometimes.”
“Yes, I think I see what you mean,” laughed Lauren, hoping to lift the heavy mood just a little bit now that the hostilities had been so effectively doused.
“You have no idea how much part of me wishes that they were both still young enough to go over my knee for fighting like that,” lamented Malory Coleman as she ran a hand over her forehead and through her curly hair. ‘You’d be amazed how quickly the hatchet got buried whenever Mommy said it was time for a spanking.”
That made Cassidy and her sister both blush and squirm uncomfortably, neither of them daring to speak up just then as memories of double-spankings from their childhood and early teens started replaying in their minds. Noticing the effect their mother’s words was having on them, Lauren sensed the beginnings of an idea starting to take root, and she struck.
“You know,” she started to say, drawing the words out contemplatively as she fixed the two sisters in front of her with an unimpressed frown. “After what I’ve just seen, I don’t know if it’s really all that accurate to say that they are too old for a little bit of sibling spanking. They were certainly acting the part just now, and if you ask me, I think a little reminder of what happens when you misbehave would do them both a world of good.”
“No it wouldn’t!” Cassidy hastened to reassure the two frowning women standing in front of her.
“Yeah, Mom, we’re sorry we screwed up,” added Melody, frantically nodding her agreement beside her siser. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Hmmm…” mused Misses Coleman, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she gradually started to warm to Lauren’s suggestion. “I think you might have a point, dear. As much as I hate to admit it, the two of them have definitely been acting a lot more like a pair of spoiled middle schoolers than actual adults pretty much all day. I mean honestly, rolling around on the floor and pulling each other’s hair? That’s just ridiculous.”
“Very,” agreed Lauren, smugly crossing her arms under her chest and shaking her head.
“Mooom,” whined Cassidy and Melody together.
“Whaaat?” replied their mother, matching her daughters’ over exaggerated melodrama with her own voice as she rolled her eyes.
“It was her fault!” they both declared, each pointing a finger at the other and glowering again. Neither one was willing to admit any fault just then, especially with a spanking possibly on the line now. It was hard to tell if their mother was being serious about Lauren’s suggestion or not, but neither of them wanted to take any chances if they could avoid it.
“I don’t care who started it, girls,” snapped Misses Coleman, making up her mind right there and then as she planted her hands firmly on her hips and leaned forward to loom over her two petulant daughters. “It takes two to tango, and as far as I’m concerned you’re both guilty, and you’re both going to get one heck of a whoopin’ for the way you’ve been acting today.”
“But that’s not fair,” moaned Cassidy, going pale alongside her sister and actually stomping her foot with the injustice of it all.
“Please, Mom, we’re sorry!” Melody hurriedly added, her hands having come together in front of her, begging.
“It’s way too late to say you’re sorry now, girls,” snapped their mother, holding a palm out to forestall any more protests. “The two of you have had this coming for a while now, and you’ve got nobody to blame but yourselves for what’s about to happen.”
She let the two of them stew in their shame and worry for a few long moments, each of them pink-faced and fiddling nervously with the hem of their shirt as they tried to look anywhere but at their mother or Lauren. Then, once the gravity of their situation had more or less fully sunk in, Misses Coleman cleared her throat and got down to business.
“Alright girls, you know the drill,” she said, her tone now brusque and business-like as she clapped her hands twice in quick succession. “I want those pants off, and the two of you out cutting me some switches, now. It may have been a while since we’ve had to do this, but you still know the kind I’m looking for, so don’t try and get away with anything weak and floppy. I want two good ones from each of you. The scissors are still in the drawer by the fridge, so get hopping, unless you’d like me to make it three switches instead.”
She turned her back on the two of them then, and waved a negligent hand over her shoulder in dismissal as she moved to pick up the sofa cushions that had been knocked to the ground in her daughters’ earlier brawl.
“Lauren and I will be out to deal with you in ten minutes, and we’d better find you both with your noses glued to that wall on the back porch when we do. Is that clear?”
“Uh , Malory…” ventured Lauren hesitantly. On the one hand she was elated that her prodding had produced such exciting results, but on the other she was starting to worry that she might have bitten off just a little bit more than she could chew. “Are you sure you want me tagging along?”
“Of course, dear,” the older woman reassured her, straightening two more pillows and flashing her an encouraging smile. “Switching a bratty butt couldn’t be easier, and having you there to take care of Cassidy will save me the extra effort of having to tan two hides back to back.”
“Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?” whined Cassidy, her face growing noticeably pinker than her younger sister’s as she heard this.
“Yes I am serious,” snapped Misses Coleman, whirling around to face her daughter and leveling a sharp glare at her. “And the two of you had better have your pants off and your butts in gear by the time I count to three, or else Lauren is going to get see how we handle bedtime spankings in this house as well. Now scoot!”
“Eep!” the two sisters squeaked in unison, their hands immediately flying to the clasps on their pants as their mother began a slow count on her fingers.
By the time she’d reached “two and a half”, they’d both shoved their tight-fitting jeans down to their ankles, skewing their panties halfway along their thighs in the process. With much hopping about and kicking, they were eventually able to free their feet from their stylish, but snug, confines and were frantically scampering out of the room and toward the kitchen while trying to cover their half-exposed cheeks as their mother slowly dragged out the word “three”.
“Those two,” sighed Misses Coleman with a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips once she and Lauren were alone together in the living room. Stooping down to pick up Melody’s black jeggings from where she’d kicked them off beside the TV, she folded them neatly and set them on the arm of the sofa as Lauren did the same with Cassidy’s own discarded skinny jeans. The two of them then took a seat to share a quiet conversation about what was going to happen in the next few minutes, Misses Coleman filling Lauren in on the exact procedure for how she handled switching her daughters whenever they were disobedient enough to need it.
Twenty minutes later, they’d decided to wait a bit longer to give the two girls time to properly clean their switches and let their imaginations run wild with ideas about how they would feel being used on them, Lauren and Misses Coleman stepped out onto the wraparound back porch of the house. There they found Cassidy and Melody standing side by side, waiting for their punishment just as they had every other time they’d been sent out back to wait for a switching together. They had the tips of their noses pressed against the dark-gray siding wall beside the back door, their fingers were interlaced on top of their heads, and their feet were spaced out about a shoulder’s width apart.
While definitely being uncomfortable, the position of their arms around their heads also had the added benefit of raising the hems of their shirts up well past their waists, fully exposing the panties clinging to their soon to be striped bottoms hiding just beneath. Lauren had to admit to herself as she shifted her gaze back and forth from Cassidy’s black and white lace briefs, and her younger sister’s more daring maroon thong, that they both had been dealt a very good genetic hand when it came to well-padded rear ends. A fact that they would both probably be grateful for in a few minutes when said rear ends started collecting welts.
“Alright you two, let’s see how well you followed my instructions,” declared their mother as she moved to where the four supple switches and the pair of kitchen scissors had been left for her on the seat of one of the patio chairs. Lauren joined her, and together they ran their fingers along the pruned lengths of thin and whippy, still very green and bendy branches, feeling the small bumps here and there where offshoot growths had been trimmed away.
THWIP! THWIP!
They gave each neatly trimmed branch a few test swishes through the air, and then nodded, satisfied.
“I’m happy to see that even though it’s been a while, you both still know how to cut a proper switch,” said Misses Coleman with grim amusement. “Hopefully this will be the last time either of you ever has to put those skills to use.”
“Yes ma’am,” mumbled the two sullen girls awaiting their punishment, neither of them daring to turn away from their spot facing the wall of the house.
“Now normally I line the two of them up side by side over the railing here and take turns walloping them,” Misses Coleman went on to explain to Lauren, more for Cassidy and Melody’s benefit since she’d already gone over this with her earlier when they’d been waiting for the two of them to finish getting their switches ready. “But since you’re here, we can knock them both out at the same time without any breaks.”
“Sounds good to me,” agreed Lauren with a broad smirk, swishing each of her two switches through the air beside her, trying to decide which she was going to use first. Settling on one, she flicked it sharply against the back of her girlfriend’s unprotected left thigh. “Get your butt over the railing right now, cutie pie.”
“Ah!” hissed Cassidy through clenched teeth, her left hand flying down to where she’d just been swatted as she slowly turned around to pout at Lauren. Lauren just met her glower with an implacable grin and a wink however, and she knew she’d lost. And so, heaving a long sigh, Cassidy made the short trip of a few steps across the porch and over to the white-painted wooden railing that ran around the entire perimeter of her parents’ house and leaned forward to rest her elbows on it.
“All the way over, Cassidy Anne,” admonished her mother, encouraging her to obey with another quick flick of a switch to the back of her right thigh this time. “Get that caboose nice and high for Lauren.”
“Ack! Geez, okay, okay!” she squawked in protest, all but throwing herself across the sturdy top crossbar at her waist and bending so far forward that she wound up standing on her tip-toes and gripping two of the vertical posts in front of her for support.
“That’s, better,” huffed Misses Coleman, before directing her full attention to her other daughter who’d turned from her spot against the wall at some point and had been watching the proceedings with a self-satisfied smirk. “You too, Melody Jane. Get that butt bent over, and fast. We haven’t got all day, you know. I’ve still got to get dinner started.”
“Yes ma’am,” piped up Melody, fleeing from the wall in a hurry and finding a spot a few feet down the railing from her sister to bend over.
“Oh my god, they’re just so cute,” snickered Lauren low enough under her breath so that only Misses Coleman would be able to hear her. “How can you stand it?”
“With lots of love and attention,” answered the other woman wryly, giving one of her switches a meaningful swish beside her.
They spent a few more moments savoring the spectacle of the squirming seats before them, before Lauren broke the spell with a question.
“Panties down?”
“Panties off,” corrected Misses Coleman with a grim nod. “They won’t be needing them for a while, trust me.”
“Works for me,” cooed Lauren as she sashayed her way over to her girlfriend and slipped the fingers of both hands into the lace-trimmed waistband of her panties. She tugged them down to her ankles in one smooth motion, and then slipped them free of first one bare foot and then the other while her mother did the same with Melody.
“I’m not really sure I like you wearing things like this all that much, Melody dear,” clucked Misses Coleman disapprovingly as she snatched up her daughter’s thong from the porch, prompting an unseen eye roll from the other girl as she examined the insubstantial bit of fabric critically.
“I’ll be taking these,” Lauren cooed smugly at the same time, straightening up from her crouch behind Cassidy and tucking her girlfriend’s still-warm panties into her back pocket, patting them fondly. She was already looking forward to all the ways she was going to make her earn them back later that night as she lined up her chosen switch along the centers of Cassidy’s cheeks and gave them a few experimental taps.
“Remember, it’s all in the wrist, dear,” advised Misses Coleman as she likewise took aim against Melody’s clenching and unclenching bare bottom. “Flick it, don’t smack it, and be sure to keep things nice and speedy. I want them dancing and hollering up a storm, not trying to grit their teeth and ride it out in silence.”
“Right,” said Lauren with a nod of her head, readjusting her grip on the switch in her hand and immediately noticing an improvement in the way it felt as she snapped it through the air in slow motion against Cassidy’s rump. “How many?”
“Oh honey,” laughed the older woman as if she’d just been asked if the tooth fairy were real. “This is a switching, not a paddling. You just keep flicking away until that stick in your hands starts to fall apart, and then move on to the next one. It’s light enough that you’re not going to hurt her, much, and she’ll definitely be thinking twice about fighting once it’s gone to pieces. Oh, and don’t forget the thighs either, I want to see two well-welted little girls by the time we’re finished here.”
“Can do,” answered Lauren, flashing her girlfriend’s mother a sloppy half-salute with her switch before taking aim once again and letting it fly full-force.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
Moving at a brisk and relentless pace, Lauren and Misses Coleman proceeded to switch the ever-loving daylights out of the two bent over sisters. Falling into a steady rhythm, they layered on a thick blanket of mostly-horizontal overlapping welts from just a few inches above their knees, to the very tops of their wriggling cheeks, swatting seemingly at random but never pausing until finally, mercifully, both switches had been worn out and were left as little more than green bits of splintered twigs littering the patio floor.
Cassidy and Melody were both left sobbing by the time it was all over, each of them having promised vehemently over and over again to never so much as even speak a harsh word to one another ever again. Each was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that made their off-white tops cling to their shoulders and upper backs where they’d ridden up to show off their pale lower abdomens, having grown semi-transparent with the moisture and now revealing the light-colored bras they were wearing underneath. They both stayed flopped over the railing, neither of them doing much more than panting and moaning piteously as each beat of their hearts sent a fresh pulse of pain through their throbbing flesh, highlighting each tender welt in exquisite detail and driving the aching pain deeper and deeper into them.
“Come here, you,” cooed Lauren as she gently helped Cassidy back to her feet and wrapped her in a loving embrace, letting her cry against her shoulder for a minute or two while she fought to get herself back under control. Once her sobbing had subsided to just the occasional sniffle and hiccup, she released her and spent a few more moments fixing her hair and smiling gently into her red-rimmed eyes, while her mother did much the same with Melody Then, with a firm grip on her upper arm, she marched her back to her spot facing the wall beside the back door, and arranged her hands once again on top of her head while Melody and her mother did likewise.
“You two can stay just like that until I call you in for dinner,” declared Misses Coleman, much of the earlier steel now gone from her voice, but still sounding like she wouldn’t hesitate to make them cut another switch if they sassed her. “No moving, no talking, and definitely no rubbing. Is that understood?”
“Yes ma’am,” came the twin watery echoes from in front of them.
“Good, because if I have to come back out here…” she let the warning go unfinished, but still punctuated it with a sharp slap to all four of the battered buns arranged before her.
“Ack! Ow!”
“Owie! Oh!”
Their mother straightened up and smirked, more than a little satisfied with the reactions she’d just wrung out of her daughters.
“Come along, Lauren dear. Let’s leave these two to their timeout.”
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“Phew,” sighed Misses Coleman a few minutes later as she poured herself a cup of coffee and one for Lauren. “I always forget how much of a workout it is to spank those two. Thanks for your help back there, hon.”
“No problem,” replied Lauren, accepting the warm mug with a lopsided grin and flexing her own tired wrist. “I was happy to help.”
“I’m sure you were,” laughed the older woman, smilingly knowingly at her over the top of her mug as she took a sip. “But seriously, dear, I’m so glad that you and Cassidy found each other. I’ve never seen her so happy.”
“Well…” Misses Coleman paused and set her mug down with a smirk, nodding her head in the direction of the back door they’d left propped open just a few inches and the two still-sniffling girls standing just out of sight beside it. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” confirmed Lauren with a twinkle in her eye. “Even when she’s being a total brat, I wouldn’t trade my time with Cassie for anything in the world.”
“Awww, you two are just so sweet together,” gushed Misses Coleman, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye. “Cassidy is such a wonderful girl, and I couldn’t be happier that she’s managed to find such wonderful girlfriend. Her father and I love seeing you two together. You really do bring out a special light in each other that’s just so wonderful to see.”
“Oh, well uh…” stammered Lauren, lost for words and feeling her face heating up to match the mug she suddenly found herself fidgeting with. “Th-thank you.”
“Of course, dear,” answered Misses Coleman, reaching out and patting the back of Lauren’s left hand in a motherly fashion. Her lips then twitched up into a smirk and she added. “And if she ever gives you any attitude in the future, I want you to feel free to put her right over your knee. Lord knows she could use it.”
“Hah,” snorted Lauren, smirking right back at the older woman and giving her a conspiratorial wink. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”
