Spanking my Wife's Sisters

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When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus.

She waited for Peter to regain some of his composure before asking, “Have you learned your lesson, young man?” When Peter didn’t respond, she delivered three more hard spanks. “Have you learned your lesson?” Though frequently bent over his stepsister’s knee during those two years, Peter remained unbroken, developing an iron will, and a notable work ethic that saw him later rise high in the halls of power. He did not attribute his successes to the loving guidance of his stepsister. When he remembered her at all, it was with heartfelt loathing.” The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!”There was always a smile or ‘the look’ – of course, we now knew that I was not too big or too old to be put across her knee – she’d proved that point in no uncertain terms!

If she’s somehow a ‘better person’ (her internal thoughts and feelings about George seem to be compassionate and generous I admit, though she STILL wants to strip and humiliate him for some selfish reason) , I guess I have to believe she had another (and more OBVIOUS *God help us*) victim. And it was this person that taught her not to misuse her power, probably because he or she had a sad fate due to the abuse. Problem is, Ms. Better Person is still a monster and a demon to Peter, and, because she either doesn’t care what she did to him OR STILL has no freaking clue, it makes me doubt her transformation into any kind of positive force. I guess if she does have a heart, maybe she never thinks about Peter or revisits her treatment of him because he’d make her SECOND failure and two failures might destroy her. I guess I can sympathize with h er a little, but only a little: She was still just barely a legal adult herself, things were new to her, at least sone of what she did to Peter was due to her mothers influence and I’m sure she had some pretty tanned butts over the years herself. That doesn’t excuse the cruelty – the spankings she could have spared him but didn’t want to, or the ones she might have ‘set him up’ for. It doesn’t excuse her humiliating him in front of her friends. There’s alot it does not excuse and honestly she owes Peter a huge apology from the bottom of any heart she has. One Friday afternoon, when I got home, I discovered I was alone. There was a note from mom saying she would be ‘quite late’ and so would Judith. my sister. I decided to go to the shed and play. I dressed and proceeded to do the things I would do, and was really lost in my own world when I heard a noise behind me – it was Judith. Alright Jade, what do you want to do?" I beam with my most entertaining voice as sit down on the couch with her. Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!” Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride.That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Kate walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek. Alright, thanks again for staying in on such short notice, we owe you." Dad pats my on the shoulder as he and my stepmother head out the door. Though frequently bent over his stepsister’s knee during those two years, Peter remained unbroken, developing an iron will, and a notable work ethic that saw him later rise high in the halls of power. He did not attribute his successes to the loving guidance of his stepsister. When he remembered her at all, it was with heartfelt loathing.

Then take Clare. She seems reasonable later in the story. But in these two chapters she seems like the Stepsister Bully from Hell. Taking advantage of her size to humiliate him. Tattling on him simply because she sadistically wanted to see him spanked and then to spank him herself. Afterward she seems to become by far his primary disciplinarian and where, in these two chapters have you shown a trace of love for her to him? Because he became (out of sheer terror and painful experiences again and again and again) super-disciplined? The “iron will” was probably as much to cover up the scars from the mental abuse as anything else, a self-protective shell that enabled him to stay sane while his sadistic step sister did everything she could to humiliate him. ‘In front of her friends’, and more than once. Try to make an excuse for that. There is no love or consideration shown by either of them in either of these chapters but you seem to believe we are supposed to assume it because of ‘results’. Well, plenty of horribly abused people have become powerful. Plenty have become rich. Sometimes they perpetuate the ‘cycle of abuse’, sometimes they manage to avoid that fate, but you have to wonder about the scars. I wonder , since you’ve set her up as a Disciplinarian again. Did Clare EVER ONCE stop to think about how Peter must have felt? Did she ever think she might have made mistakes? Or was Peter her ‘mistake’ , because she obviously talks about not trying to ‘incite rebellion’ in George, whereas in Peter she crushes it. With literal size and strength. Just like a bully.Clare at this stage of her life is one of the more vicious of my fictional, female characters. Presumably, her position of power relative to Peter was something new to her and she did an awful job of handling that sudden power and authority. A question for later chapters is how this life experience shaped her succeeding years. She was naturally dominant, but would she—could she—remain as vicious? In the end, my birthday spanking lasted just shy of 13 minutes although, as before, there were several breaks for conversation. However, Mum had a bigger surprise for me.

Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.”That’s hurting me as much as it is him,” Clare said. “How did you manage to spank him for so long, mother?” All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. I feel so badly for you. I hate just my daddy seeing me naked but the whole family?????? OMG Sandy I would DIE!!!!!!!! Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen. Oh my God.. so gross! Ewe –ewe – ewe!!”, my sister blurted out in disgust as she ran out of the room wanting to wipe her face with her hands but hesitating to do so as if it was acid on her or something. Her friend followed her out laughing all the way down the hall leaving me naked and hopelessly tied up and gagged on the floor still.