Recently, in the Google group Role Reversals thread big brother, ZJ linked to an image: http://img4.imagetitan.com/img.php?image=1_sisterreminisces.jpg It was suggested that there was surely a story to be told. This is one possibility.
The following story is fiction about age reversal in a domestic discipline situation. The story contains scenes of spanking. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Shannon was looking out of the window and suddenly announced: "We're about to have company, Faye is bringing her brother over. Come take a look."
Sonny stepped to the window and saw their friends approaching. He shuddered for did not like the looks of it at all and realized that he could be him in that humiliating position. His best friend, Freddy, was being led – starkers – by his kid sister who was carrying a hairbrush in her other hand. That combination could mean only one thing. His buddy was going to get spanked. And it surely would be a long hard spanking since Faye was bringing him over in order to make it worse for him. A selfish thought passed in his mind – far better that it was going to be Freddy's butt that was going to get it rather than his own. Not surprisingly, Sonny found that watching punishment spankings was far more pleasant than getting spanked.
"Freddy must have really done something very naughty for Faye to bring him over." Shannon paused a minute and continued: "Sonny have you gotten into some mischief with him. Something you need to confess. It will be better if you do, then if I hear it from Faye."
"Oh, no. I've haven't done anything wrong, sis. Honest! I haven't got the foggiest idea why she is bringing Freddy here." said Sonny absolutely certain of his innocence and fearful of getting spanked again by his own kid sister.
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It was an hour earlier back home that Faye learnt of her big brother's misdeed. She had received a photo on her cell phone from one of her friends. It clearly showed Freddy smoking in the park with another boy. This was a most serious offense and Faye knew that there was only one way to stop such errant behavior.
Under intense questioning, the fifteen-year-old boy had confessed to committing to the filthy practice in the time and place as reported. There wasn't any possible defense and his twelve-year-old sister immediately ordered him to strip for punishment. Once her older brother was naked, thus making him feel even more vulnerable, she resumed her questioning and quickly learnt who his partner in crime was. He was, not unexpectedly, her brother's best friend, Sonny.
Faye forwarded the picture to her own best friend, Shannon, along with a summary of the event.
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As Faye lead him, Freddy thought about the past. How years ago everything was so completely different. He was the big strong boy who protected his little sister. He took her across this very street to visit her friend countless times. It was just four years ago that he really showed her that he was in charge. As they left their house, she dashed across the lawn and ran into the street. He had to dash after her and grab her before she got run over. That was when he first really understood why his parents got so angry at him for his own errant behavior. He not only saved her but sat down on the curb and spanked her He vividly remembered how he pulled her over his lap and lifted up her skirt. Then he yanked down her panties just like Mom did and used his hand to turn her cute little bottom first pink and then bright red. Of course, she cried and cried and being a softie he held her until she stopped. It was only that one time that he spanked her for she listened to him after that although she rapidly grew less and less dependant on him.
Then a year ago, she caught him coming in late and threatened to tell – unless, he let her spank him. His pleas and negotiations were ineffectual so eventually he was laying over her lap with his bare bottom presented for a spanking. She did not just spank him but she gave a lecture that was worse than his mom's. He felt just like a little boy instead of a teenager. He almost welcomed the spanking as it meant that she stopped lecturing. If only she had used her hand rather than that wicked hairbrush. It was like a little paddle with its heavy oak back. He could not believe how much it had hurt and how he cried. Truth be told, how he bawled like the little kid he felt like. After that things got worse.
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Thus the four were together in family room. In short order Faye explained why she and her naked, errant brother were there. "Freddy had confessed to that filthy and dangerous habit of SMOKING."
She then proceeded to show the picture and decree that he will get spanked twice since there were two naughty boys shown in the picture.
"Perhaps you can identify the other naughty boy, Sonny?" said Shannon. "That would save Freddy a second spanking." This, of course, put Sonny into a terrible position for not to confess would subject his buddy to double punishment while to confess would mean that his own ass would soon be toast.
Sonny realized that if his buddy id'ed him (a distinct possibility after a spanking) or another source turned up, his punishment would certainly be greater. Also, it would hurt their friendship. Freddy gave a sigh of relief when his buddy confessed to being the second naughty boy.
"Sonny: Strip and then fetch my hairbrush." ordered Shannon immediately.
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A few minutes later, the two naked teenagers were standing next to each other with their hands on their heads being lectured by their in-charge kid sisters each bearing a heavy, oak-backed hairbrush favored by generations of mothers to discipline their errant sons.
The boys cringed as they were sternly lectured. So scathing were the harsh words, that the boys wished that they were finished even though they knew what would immediately follow.
But then come the dreaded time when the lecture was finished and the next act was to commence. They were each directed to lie over an end of the couch. Of course, now with their tails on line, they wished that they were still being lectured. They held hands so as to prevent each other from jumping up which they knew earned extra punish strokes.
The young ladies took up their positions and began their 'drum practice'. Over and over they raised their hairbrushes and brought them crashing down on the boys' bottoms. Each hard WHACK resonated in the room.
The two bottoms, quickly turned pink and then red and finally crimson as the hairbrushes spanked away turning both bottoms into fiery pain centers. As much as they tried not too, soon both lads were sobbing and then bawling in great pain. They were definitely regretting their fleeting experiment that had made them cough and turn green. Now they were regretting it once again in their seats of learning.
They were parked in two corners with their hands on their heads for an hour as their very much in-charge kid sisters enjoyed a TV show with two matching sets of red lanterns flanking the TV.
Neither boy cared about the TV for their butts were aflame, although that in time would pass. What would not pass was the control their little sisters had because of the things they knew. Hiding one transgression turned out to be a very slippery slope for it led to a second. Soon, since teenage boys do lots of stuff that they shouldn't do, the count exploded. Then there was not any way out for the risks were far too great, and they had to surrender completely to their little sisters, who were now in charge. What had been an unimaginable relationship a few months before was now a terrible reality for the two lads.
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