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The following story is fiction about domestic discipline set in the middle of the twentieth century.  The story contains scenes of spanking.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  The image is “Big Sister’s Lap” by Sassy Bottoms.  Click to open the image off-site (NSFW).

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Mother's Little Helper
Younger brother
Older brother
(Names must be alphabetical characters without spaces.)  

Home Alone Saturday Morning


It was a usual Saturday morning and their Mother had gone shopping.  She had admonished the three of them to be good and all that and promised that she would be back in an hour.  The three kids gave the appropriate promises and knew that they would be alone for at least two hours maybe three.  It was a very usual start of the day.

Ten-year-old Marty continued happily watching the Saturday morning cartoons but soon they were over.  He instantly became bored and the devil gave him guidance.  It only took a few minutes before his toy solders were engaged in fierce battles around upset chairs in the front room.

Phyllis, going on twenty although just eleven, who considered herself to be Mother’s Little Helper, was most certain that she was in charge of her two naughty and troublesome brothers not concerned that she had not been appointed to such a position of such responsibility.  Shortly after she noticed that the TV was silent she wondered what was happening and went to investigate just as she had seen her mother do.

Upon looking into the front room she was both appalled and delighted.  She was appalled at the condition and delighted that she could respond to it.  Instantly, she went into full Mother’s Little Helper mode and started to berate Marty on his misconduct.  Her scolding, modeled after their mother’s, was terribly effective on the young boy.

“Please don’t tell.” he pleaded as he quickly started to collect his armies.  He had experienced his mother’s wrath at such things and did not like it at all.© YLeeCoyote

“You have been a very naughty boy, Marty!  You must receive that SPANKING that you have earned.  I will certainly tell Mother when she returns.”  Phyllis then went into the kitchen.  She heard Marty quickly gather up his toys and drop them into the bucket.  Soon he was in the kitchen once again begging her not to tell.

They exchanged the obvious words but she quickly came up with the deal.  “I won’t tell Mom if I spank you.”  After a pause, she quickly added: “Drop your pants and get over my lap.”

“Not on the bare, pleasssssee.” he said trying to bargain.

Of course, that was out of the question so she just patted her lap and telling him the obvious that spankings are always on the bare.

Marty surrendered and was quickly pulled over his sister’s lap.  Immediately she began to spank Marty’s bare bottom which quickly turned the color of his Radio Flyer Toy Wagon.  She was most delighted.

Marty had mixed feelings.  He was not happy being spanked by his sister but was sure that it was better than being spanked by his mother.  He mused on that as he stood in the corner with his rosy buns on full display.

Phyllis suddenly was aware that her cunny was demanding some attention and she gave it a good rub noticing that her clitoris was hard and appreciative.  This reenforced the idea that spanking was great fun.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was just then that big brother Trey dashed in needing to pee.  However, the twelve-year-old had muddy shoes from playing in the yard.  Phyllis immediately yelled: “Stop!  You are tracking mud on my clean floor.” just as their mother would have done for she was very much into her self-appointed role.

Trey did not care about such precise details but knew that she was right and quickly backed out.  Seconds later, shoeless, he was again rushing for the toilet that he needed desperately.  A minute later he returned to the kitchen to go back out to play when Phyllis admonished him about the muddy floor.  Feeling smug, she watched as he used paper towels to wipe up the mud at her direction.

He was about to go out again when she continued as the very angry mother and declared that he must be spanked for his terrible behavior.  They discussed (perhaps we should say argued) this.

“You don’t have the right to spank me.”

“You want to wait for Mother to return with her hard hairbrush to roast your sorry botty?”

“Er, er, no.”

“And I’ll even get to watch.” she finished.

Trey knew she was right so he reluctantly dropped his pants and was over his sister’s lap just as their kid brother had been a few minutes before.

She was so delighted to be spanking Trey that she did not notice how hard her big brother’s bottom was and that it was hurting her hand while relishing that she was turning it red.  Soon, however, he was in a corner, like his brother, also contemplating his hot red bottom.

* * * * * * * * * *

Not a minute later their mother returned.  As she put the large grocery bags down she saw her two red bottomed boys in the corners.  She was taken aback when Phyllis explained simply: “The boys were very naughty, Mother, so I spanked them.”

Initially nonplused, the woman paused to regained her composure.  She grinned saying: “You did very well, Phyllis.  Thank you.”

The boys were quite horrified by that remark although the young lady calmly replied "You're very welcome, Mother."  Phyllis looked forward to doing it again, hopefully soon and often.  Neither boy was of the same mind.

Phyllis rushed off to try to tell her diary of the wonders of spanking but was pleasantly distracted by the exotic feelings in her cunny which were enhanced by rubbing.  She was certain that she wanted to spank the naughty boys more.

The End

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