Rebecca sat on Mark’s bed and waited for him to come home from soccer practice. On Tuesday nights her mom had bible study at her friend’s house, and her dad was away on a work trip for the week. The opportunity couldn’t have come at a better time. She licked her lips, and smiled deviously as she heard his footsteps on the stairs.
Beside her was her dad’s leather belt which she had taken from the hallway where it typically hung next to a framed poster that detailed the house rules.
Hers was a strict household, although not a fair one from her perspective. Her mother was a firm believer in spanking, but her step-father generally preferred other methods of discipline. And since Mark was her step-father’s son, her mother didn’t feel comfortable dishing out the same discipline to him.
That meant that Rebecca had been spanked almost twice as often, even though she was much better behaved. Today’s mishap gave her the perfect opportunity to correct this wretched inequity.
The door opened, and Mark appeared in the doorway. He stood tall, dressed in green shorts, and a white t-shirt that hung fittingly from his broad shoulders. Although Rebecca tried hard not to, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome, and athletic he looked in his soccer garb. Her step-brother had grown into a man before her very eyes.
“Uhhh, what are you doing in my room?” he asked.
Rebecca folded her arms, and gave him a snarky grin. “What the hell were you doing in my locker??? That’s the real question that needs to be answered.”
“What?” he asked, furrowing his brow in a forced display of confusion.
“Look dumbass,” she said, raising her voice slightly. “I know it was you! You gave me the combo lock, and you knew that I’m trusting enough to not change the combo. So you’re obviously the only person in the entire school who could have gotten into it, unless someone just magically guessed the right numbers in enough time to break in before somebody saw them!” She threw up her hands and added “You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that out!
Mark was silent, and began to smirk in embarrassment.
“And do you want to know what happened after I got caught with the cigarettes?” she asked, smiling and cocking her head to one side. Again, Mark was speechless, yet seemed to be listening attentively.
“I got sent to the dean’s office to get my ass whooped, but I got let go at the last minute because somebody called in and said they saw you place all those cigarettes in my locker, and in the other girl’s backpacks!”
“Oh shit!” Mark finally replied. “Wait! They know it was me? Nobody’s said anything…”
“They don’t know it was you…well, not yet anyway,” Rebecca said now folding her hands confidently into her lap and crossing her legs.
“You wouldn’t…” he said with an anxious expression.
Rebecca nodded. “I would Mark. And I will. That is, unless…”
She picked the leather belt up from the bed and placed it in her lap. She stroked it with her fingers and looked down on it with sadistic admiration. That thick leather belt had long served as the ultimate symbol of wrongdoing, and retribution for the both of them. Now it would be hers to wield against her pesky sibling who had taken far too much pleasure in immature pranks, and needless antagonization.
“Unless…what?” Mark said with a blank expression.
“You’re gonna bend over for me, or you’re gonna bend over for Mrs. Fletcher. And she plans to give you more than just single paddling since you framed multiple girls.”
Mark stared at his step-sister in bewilderment. He didn’t respond with words, but the look on his face told Rebecca everything she needed to know. She had him right where she wanted him. She stood to her feet and looked him in the eye. Mark’s eyes darted down. She grabbed him by the chin and held his gaze.
“My eyes are up here, you little pervert!”
“It’s not my fault you dressed like a skank today!” he snapped.
“Ohhh that’s it. You’re gettin’ it even worse now boy! Turn around!”
To her utter astonishment, Mark obeyed without protest, or delay. Not only did he turn around, but he bent over, grabbed his calves, and straightened his legs, just as she had been instructed to do earlier that day.
“Ohhhh, Mrs. Fletcher has taught you well I see,” she said with a sadistic chuckle.
“You’re not gonna tell her right?” asked Mark.
“Not if you hold still for me and take your whippin'” she replied.
“Cause what?” she asked curiously.
“Cause…I’ll do anything. Anything to avoid her finding out.”
Rebecca smiled. “Ohhh really? Anything?”
“Yes ma’am!” he said in an uncharacteristically agreeable tone of voice.
“Hmmmm….ok then. Let’s have you…oh let’s see…let’s have you drop your britches!”
Mark reached back and pulled down his shorts, revealing white briefs which hugged his butt cheeks tightly. Rebecca laughed. “Ahhhhh you still wear tighty-whities, that’s soooo cute!” She reached her hand into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, just enough to expose his pale, tender cheeks.
“I sure hope you can take this like a man. You’re about to get the whippin’ of your life!” she teased, making no attempt to hide the smile in her voice.
“I’ll try,” said Mark.
With that, the lecture began. She patted the belt against her left hand making sure to produce a sharp “slap” as she scolded him. “Mark, I am sick and tired of your shitty attitude, your stupid pranks, and most of all I am sick of getting in trouble for your shenanigans!” she yelled. “You are going to learn how to respect me, and how to behave like the grown-ass man that you’re supposed to be!”
She reached the belt back behind her and brought it across his bare flesh. A piercing crack seemed to echo through the entire house. Mark grabbed his butt and jumped up to his feet.
“I’ll wait until you’re ready to bend back over,” she said calmly. “I have plenty of time until mom gets home.”
Suddenly there was an unexpected sound coming from the door. Mark turned around, and looked at her terrified. He reached down for his shorts frantically. Rebecca saw the doorknob turning. She froze, and stood helplessly in place. The door opened to reveal Rebecca’s mother with her hands on her head as she screamed, “What in the hell are you two doing in here!!!”
Mark, and Rebecca both stammered. Rebecca dropped the belt to the floor and Mark pulled his shorts up.
“Nothing mom! We were just…handling a little family business…” said Rebecca as her face turned red. “We thought you were at bible study!”
“It got canceled. The host had a family emergency. I’ve been in my room all evening,” said Mrs. Downing.
Mark seized on the opportunity to talk his way out of the situation. “Rebecca’s crazy! She made me take a spanking with the belt. She’s mad cause she almost got whipped by the dean, and she thinks I put cigarettes in her locker!! But she’s a little liar!!”
“Rebecca Elizabeth Downing!!” her mother shouted. “What on earth would possess you to do such a shameful thing! And now your smoking?” she screamed.
“No mom, it’s not true!,” Rebecca cried. “He really did put cigarettes in my locker, and I had to get sent to Mrs. Fletcher’s office for a paddlin’! I was gettin’ him back cause he’s always doin’ that kind of stuff to me!!”
Mrs. Downing folded her arms and shook her head. “Young lady, I don’t care even if that is true. This right here is not okay. You can march yourself straight to my room right now!” she shouted pointing her finger into the dark hallway. “And you can take that belt with you. I’ll be using it when I meet you there!”
Rebecca looked down at the floor. “Yes ma’am,” she said in defeat. She walked past her mom and received a sharp smack to her bottom as she made her way out. Mrs. Downing turned to Mark. “She better not be right young man. Cause if she is, then you are in for a world of trouble,” she said making stern eye contact.
Mark fell silent. He knew that it was only a matter of time before his step-sister ratted him out, especially now that he had thrown her under the bus.
The door slammed in front of him, and Mrs. downing stormed down the hallway.
For the next hour the only thing he could think about was the sound of his father’s belt falling mercilessly on Rebecca’s behind. He had heard his step-sister getting spanked before, but this seemed to be one for the record books. He could only surmise that his fate would be the same once his step-mom had the chance to investigate the situation.
Unless maybe, he thought, there was a way he could get off a little easier…
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