The following story is fiction about a youth being spanked by his younger sister and other domestic discipline.  The story contains a scenes of spankings.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  In the US a high school junior is usually sixteen to eighteen-years-old and a freshman two years younger.

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Motel Unforgettable

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

I was on a tight budget so I was driving someone else's car across the country in exchange for the transportation.  I had already spent two nights in the car so I checked into a cheap motel so that I could shower and get a good night sleep.  After cleaning up, I walked to the fast food joint on the next lot.

I was behind a couple of kids in line and I thought that they were boyfriend/girlfriend.  They were both wearing 'high school class of' T-shirts which said he was a junior and she was a fresh(wo)man.

"Your usual cheeseburger?" she asked.

"Yeah, and …." he started but she cut him off.

"Forget the desert!  We don't have enough money and you were so bad in the car today that I wouldn't let you have it even if we did."© YLeeCoyote

He pouted but just said "Yes, Sis." without arguing.

The siblings got their food and I did soon after.  I don't know what they talked about as I couldn't get a seat near them.  I left a couple of minutes after they did.  I was surprised that they turned to go into the motel as I was about to do and more so that they were in the room next to mine.

I did my ablutions and sacked out.  It was only then that I noticed the light coming from the air vent.  I was happy that there was not a fake bell rope like in the Holmes' "Speckled Band" story by the bed.  I also heard voices.  Once I listened closely, I could understand everything.

It was certainly the father who told his kids "We are going to visit some old friends and will be back in two hours.  Don't fight and definitely don't go out."  The kids dutifully agreed and the parents left.  It was then that things got interesting to say the least.  Actually extremely interesting!

"OK, Jimmy, it is time to talk about your fuckups today."

I wondered if she would have gotten her mouth washed out if her parents had heard that foul language.

"Please Karen, we're on vacation."

"You realize that the folks are unhappy about it also and the folks are going to give it to you when they get back."

"You think so?"

"I know so!  They yelled at you a dozen times today in the car.  But you were oblivious to the warnings.  I think Dad will use the belt or Mom the hairbrush on your bare bottom."

"No.  They wouldn't.  We're on vacation."  I detected some uncertainty in his voice.

"Or maybe they BOTH will to impress you.  It will be fun to watch you turn red and then cry like a little boy with Mom and Dad tag teaming you."  She paused.  "They sure will and by ten you are going to have one red-hot tail."

I was sure that by now his facial checks were red from embarrassment.  He was quiet and she waited a long time before continuing.

"There's one thing that will stop it." she said.  I was sure that she was smirking as she continued.  "They won't spank you if you have already been spanked."

Could that mean what I thought it might mean – that she would spank her big brother herself?  The idea was wild.  She certainly could not physically force him but maybe she could mentally.  I sure would have been delighted to be that proverbial fly on the wall as a witness.  I thought about peeking (OK, spying) through the vent but it was up by the ceiling and I wouldn't be able to look down.  It was then that I noticed that there was a glow behind the picture on the wall.

Had Norman been here and made a peep hole like he had in the office wall of the Bates motel?  I got up and closed the heavy curtains.  I made sure everything was dark and then moved the picture to the side.  I got up close and could see into the other room.  Jimmy definitely looked worried while she was smiling.

"You know that they each will spank you much harder than I will."  Again she paused.  "So, strip down and get it over with."

I watched as he stripped.  Jimmy hesitated with his undies but she encouraged him.  "The boxers too.  You ain't got nothing I haven't seen many times before."  She sat on the bed and patted her lap.  He got in place.

"Why are you getting spanked, Jimmy?"

"Because I behaved badly in the car today."

She started to spank with her hand.  There wasn't much of an effect and she would have to keep at it for hours to get his tail red.

"Switching."

"Ready."

She suddenly had a flip-flop in her hand.  He must have expected it.  And it was effective.  She whacked his bare butt repeatedly.  He reacted to each spank for he was whining and begging.  Then he was promising to be good.  He was sobbing by the time she stopped.  I could see that Karen had done a good job as his tail was RED.  If his parents had done it, then surely it would have been FLAMING RED.

She parked him in the corner while she showered and I got back into my bed.

A little later the parents returned.  They insisted on discussing how the two of them had behaved during the day.  Jimmy quickly apologized for his poor behavior in the car and said he had a long discussion with Karen about it.  Apparently he showed them his red tail for Mom said: "It looks like that was a good discussion."

I expected that they would move onto other things but not to Karen's behavior.  "We admonished you several times to day but you persisted.  Now that you have shown that spanking is acceptable on a vacation please bring my hairbrush and get over my lap, young lady."

I guess she knew that arguing was useless so she did as she was told and I got to watch her tail turn bright red as her mom whacked her with that hard hairbrush.  I noted that Jimmy was smiling and probably working hard not to laugh.  I was sure he was anxious to tell her: "I told you so."

I got back into bed for the second time and soon drifted off to sleep.  I left before they did.  I'll never see them again but I'll never forget that night.

The End

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