Subject: Stacey's second spanking (story and re-delurk by Kelley)
From: kelley_lynn@hotmail.com (Kellelyn)
Date: 2 Jun 1996 04:14:50 -0400
Hi! It's been awhile since I've last posted here, so I thought I'd re-delurk. My name is Kelley and I'm 22. I enjoy being spanked, usually with disciplinary overtones.
The following story deals with the relationship between a brother and a sister. It was written for a friend of mine. It is not an incest story, nor is it meant to condone or encourage such activity. Despite this, if you feel you might be offended by the subject matter, please do not read any further.
Also, please be forgiving of typing errors. I am typing this as I'm on-line, because I don't have any word processing programs on this machine.
David sighed as he surveyed the chaos that doubled as Stacey's room. It had been two weeks since Stacey moved in, against his better judgment, and everything was exactly as he thought it would be. Mom and Dad were always making excuses for her, always stepping in to prevent her from taking responsibility for her own actions. Before the divorce, she was "just a little girl." After the divorce she was having " a difan out of excuses why her darling daughter couldn't be expected to behave like a fully functional human being. David frowned in disgust as he recalled the numerous times over the years that Stacey nearly drove Mom to tears.
Dad wasn't as lenient when it came to Stacey, but unfortunately, he never stayed in the picture long enough to make a difference. David recalled fondly the one and only summer they spent with Dad and his new family since the divorce. Stacey was 13 and David was 14. Stacey had been acting like a brat, as usual, fighting with their new step-sisters, talking back to their new step-mother and being a nuisance in general. It was the first time in their lives that Dad had raised a hand to her. A hand and a hairbrush, more precisely, to her bare bottom. Dvid smiled to himself as he recalled Stacey's comeupppance. She was on her best behavior for the next couple of days until Mom called. Dad was so proud of his accomplishment that he related the event to Mom. Unfortunately, Mom was less than enthusiastic. She started ranting and raving about child abuse and before Stacey and David knew it, they were on a plane back home. Any good the spanking did was quickly undone by Mom. David couldn't hlep but wonder what things would have been like if Stacey had spent a few years with Dad and his new family.
How many times this week David thought about putting her over his knee! His roommates would probably be grateful. She had been in and out of the house at all hours of the night, tying up the phone and the bathroom for long periods of time at inconvenient hours, and leaving her stuff all over the place. It really wasn't fair. David and his roommates all worked part-time jobs and were getting by on scholarships and loans. David especially refused any moeny from Mom, as she really couldn't afford it. Stacey didnt' seem to have a problem with taking money from Mom, however. Mom was covering Stacey's entire tuition and expenses, with the excuse that Stacey had problems with school and needed to focus her attentions on her studies, not economic concerns.
"She shouldn't even *be* at college," David muttered to himself as his eyes wandered around the room. The only reason why she even chose this school was for its reputation as a party school.
Mom promised David that it would all be different this time, but he heard that before. If he would let Stacey live with him just htis one semester, (Stacey hadn't turned in the on-campus housing application on time, therefore she was placed on a waiting list) she would back him up if she bacame too much to handle.
"Just like the way you backed up Dad, huh Mom?" David asked out loud as he surbeyed the room one last time before starting to close the door. Something caought this eye in the corner. He re-opened the door and climbed over piles of laundry on the floor to peer into the brown paper bag that was in the far corner of the room. Just as he thought. School books. Brand new and unopened. More of Mom's money down the drain. God it made him so angry! Where was Stacey now? Probably regaining sobriety on some frat house floor...
The front door opened just then and the she-devil who was presently in his thoughts materialized in all her glory. The long bleach-blonde strands of her hair went every which way and her face, barely visible underneath it all, scrunched up in annoyance as the realization of the situation dawned on her. "Hey!" she shouted. "What the hell are you doing in here?!?"
David's eyes narrowed as he took in the disheveled visage that stodd in front of him. "Class was that grueling?" he asked bitterly.
Stacey smirked. "I wouldn't know."
"No, apparently you woudn't. I just noticed your school book collection, kept beautifully intact in the original brown paper bag. Tell me, is that for the collector's value?"
"Oh, so you not only enter my room when I'm not here, but you rifle through my things as well? Great. Nice to know my privacy is respected here."
"Privacy?!? Your life is an open book, evidenced by the trail of personal belongings you leave all over the house. Why the hell are you even here if you're not planning on attending any classes?"
Stacey's eyes flashed in the way they always did before she was about to go into one of her tantrums. "David, what I do, where I go, who I see...it's all none of your fucking business, okay? Lemme nip this identity crisis you seem to be having right in the bud and remind you that you are my brother, not my father."
David's anger was beginning to build. "That's where your're wrong, my dear little sister. When I see my mother working two jobs just to send your ungrateful ass to school, your class attendance, or lack thereof, becomes my business."
Stacey rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, my beloved brother, the martyr. Asks nothing of anyone, only to be burdened by his unappreciative sister. Spare me. Mom would have done the same for you."
"I wouldn't ask Mom for something that I could do for myself."
"Please David, you're blinding me with your halo! The angels and the archangels are deafening me with the songs of your praise! Why, I'm not worthy to be in your very presence."
It was David's turn to smirk. "You're right. That's why you're going to pack up your things and find another place to live."
Stacey's eyes widened in astonishment. "You can't do that! You promised Mom!"
"With the condition that you didn't become 'too much to handle."
"I'm not too much to handle! C'mon Dave! I'll go to class tomorrow, I promise!"
"Great. Let me know how you're doing, from wherever you end up staying."
"Mom won't let you do this!"
"Mom doesn't really have much say in it, does she? The lease is in my name. Remember? I'm the one who actually grew up?"
"C'mon David! Pleeeeaaasse, give me a second chance!"
"Stacey, you'd never agree to the conditions in the first place, so there's really no point in delaying the inevitable. You have two hours to get you and "Conditions? What conditions? Tell me! you don't know that I won't agree to them!"
"Yes, I do know. It would all involve becoming a responsible person, and I think that simply isn't possible in your case."
"I'll go to all my classes! I promise!"
David laughed. "Don't do me any favors. What about this room? What about the house in general? What about coming home sick at all hours of the night from these ridiculous parties?"
Stacey started to pout. "I was just having a little fun..."
"Great. Well you can have your fun someplace else."
"David, I promise, if you'll let me stay, all that will change. Please." Stacey's eyes filled with tears. "Give me another chance."
David contemplated her for a minute. Well, she wasn't really warned. Acutally, he wasn't planning on any of this; she just made him so angry! but he kind of enjoyed the direction in which this was going. He wasn't running a charity house. If Stacey wanted to stay here, then it *should* be under his terms. The question was, "How far did he want to take this?"
PART 2 Stacey looked so lost as her eyes peladed with him. He had to take a little pity on her. But he certainly wasn't going to allow her to manipulate him. David regarded her for a moment and then softly said "Sit down."
Stacey looked around and pushed some clothes off of her bed and sat down. David pushed the clothes that were on the desk chair off and sat down as well. He continued to comtemple her, then he cleared his throat.
"Stacey, if you want to stay here...." he began.
"Oh, I do! I do!" Stacey answered anxiously.
"I understand that Stacey, but let me finish. After you hear what I have to say, you might change your mind. Stacey, if you stay here, it's going to be more than just following a bunch of rules. It's going to be about accepting consequesnces for breaking rules. I don't want to have to constantly threaten you with eviction every time you screw up, but you will understand that that will not only be the ultimate consequence, but an option always open to you as well."
"David, I don't understand..."
"Stacey, remember our short summer visit with Dad five years ago?"
"Why would I ant to remember that? Mom says what he did was not only wrong, but illegal...."
David grew irritated. "Stacey, it wasn't wrong and it most certainly was not illegal! Mom is entitled to her opinion on the subject, but I'm enititled to mine as well. I think what Dad did would have helped you immensely if he was allowed to continue with it."
Stacey's face grew red and she was starting to go into tantrum mode again. "David, how can you sit there and tell me that a beating is for my own good? You act as though I'm this horrible lost cause. No one ever physically hurt you and you turned out fine. Just because the divorce affected me..."
David jumped up. "Stacey Marie, that's the last time I wasnt to hear you use the divorce as an excuse for your actions. It happened eight yeras ago! You act the way you do because Mom has coddled you all these years and you enjoyed it too much to put a stop to it. And for your information, it was a spanking, not a beating. And Dad was only acting in your best interest. Mom has made you believe that he did it to hurt you. Why in the world would he do that?
"forget it, David. I don't want to talk about it."
'I'm afraid we have to, Stacey. The only way I'm going to allow you to stay here is if you agree to not only accept a spanking from me when you break my rules in the future, but right now, for your actions of the past two weeks."
It was Stacey's turn to jump up from where she was sitting. "Forget it. Wait til I call Mom about this! You're just like Dad. Only wanting to hurt me for whatever sadistic thrill you get out of it."
"Fine Stacey. Call Mom. Only she's in transit to her second job right now and I don't know if she gets a break. But that' s okay. Mom doesn't really do enough at the office all day, and I'm sure she welcomes the fast pace of waiting on tables at night. Especially when she knows, or will know eventually anyway, how well her money is being spent."
Stacey froze. David was right. She wasn't sure what Mom would do once she talked to him. She would vehemently oppose the spanking idea, but Stacey wasn't sure that Mom wouldn't just pull her out of school altogether if she found out what she had been up to these past two weeks. And she would find out, because David would tell her that that was why he kicked her out. But she couldn't accept a spanking. Although it was five years ago, she still remembered how much Daddy's hand hurt and how the hairbrush hurt all the more. Her eyes filled with tears again as she turned to David.
David genuinely felt bad, as he know how Stacey felt about what happened that summer. But David also remembered that not only was Stacey okay with the spanking the next day, but Dad and Stacey were actually closer than they had been in years until Mom got involved. Mom was the one who made Stacey bitter over it.
It was the first time David and Stacey had actually talked about it since that summer. David couldn't believe the discussion had progressed this far. He was mroe convinced than ever that this spanking needed to be carried out. If he didn't spank her now, he might not ever, and he certainly couldn't allow her to stay without having spanking as a consequence. It seemed too cruel to constantly hold eviction over Stacey's head. In some ways, she really didn't know any better.
Just then, Stacey surprised DAvid by turning to face him and nodding. David waited until he heard the words from her lips. "Okay, I'll let you do it."
He had to be sure. "Do what?"
Her lips trembled as she tried to get the words out. "I'll let you s-sp-spank me."
David slowly extended his hand out to her and she took it. He sat down in the chair and reached to unbutton her jeans. Stacey tensed and started to object, but David met her eyes. "Stacey," he spoke softly. "This isn't going to be a batttle. You agreed to a spanking, and how that is carried out is up to me, okay?"
"David, please!" She looked so pitiful that for a moment he almost wanted to give in, but he knew that was exactly what he couldn't do. He had to re-establish authority over the situation.
"Enough, Stacey. From this point forwared youare going to cooperate completely. And not just with this spanking, but with any spanking I decide to give you while you are living here. You always have the option of finding another living situation. That is your only option, however. Is that understood?"
Stacey looked at her feet.
"Stacey Marie, I just asked you a question."
Stacey sighed. "Yes."
David continued to undo her jeans and worked them down her hips. Stacey squirmed and shifted uncomfortably as he did so, at times almost fighting, but quickly catching herself. He then took hold of her arm and pulled her over his lap.
Stacey gasped and then struggled a bit as David's arm encircled her waist. David wasted no time in landing the first smack on the seat of her floral-printed cotton panties. Stacey's body stiffened as she cried out in pain. David continued smacking with his hand. His spanks were crisp and hard and brisk. Stacey started to kick, but her jeans prevented her feet from moving very far. She continued to cry out as David continued to spank.
David couldn't believe this was happening! After all these years, Stacey was getting another spanking...this time by him! He couldn't help feeling enormously satisfied with the situation. There was certainly no one who deserved a spanking more.
(End of Part 2)