"Dammit Julie, hold it still!"

"I am holding it still, stupid. What's taking so long anyway?"

"Maybe you'd like to try it, hm?"

We were trying to put together an oak shelving unit. What the manufacturer flaunted as "easy assembly" was proving to be anything but. I was trying to hold one of the horizontal pieces still while my brother attached the brackets, but I was struggling with the weight of the thing, and the vertical slat it was being attached to was wobbly and made it difficult to keep the pieces balanced. We'd been at it for close to an hour and needless to say patience had worn thin and tempers were running hot.

"Julie! You're moving it!"

"Well, I wouldn't if you attached the bottom piece so it wouldn't wobble!" I retorted. He was scowling at the metal hardware, trying to match it up with the pre-drilled holes in the wood. "KC!" My arms were aching from holding the plank in position, and I was feeling less and less tolerant of his inability to follow the instruction pamphlet.

"WHAT?" He shouted, finally letting his frustration vent.

"HURRY UP!" I responded in kind, his yelling giving me the small push I needed to lose my temper. "GOD, a TWO-YEAR-OLD could have figured this out by now!"

My sister-in-law, fixing dinner in the kitchen, shot us a dirty look. "If you two don't stop bickering I'll take you both over my knee. You sound like children."

Jessi was an imposing force in this household, and an authority figure to both my brother and me. We worked in angry silence for a few moments, cowed slightly by the admonishment. "Probably because one of us, IS a child," KC muttered, just softly enough that Jessi wouldn't hear it, but plenty loud enough for me to. Now, being an entire eighteen years old, moved out of my parents' house and about to start my first year of college, I considered myself quite grown up, and living life on my own terms. Being called a child was the height of insults. I steamed for a moment, trying to come up with an appropriate come back, one that was worthy of my lofty position in the world of adults, something that would prove beyond a doubt that I was no innocent child.

"Fuck you!" I shouted. Blushing before the words were even out of my mouth. Swearing had never been permissible in my house, I'd been a good girl, hung out with good kids, none of my friends swore, I never swore for that matter. The forbidden words hung in the air for an embarrassing moment. Then my discomfort was overshadowed by Jessi's stern voice.

"Julianne Yvonne!" Sheesh, full first and middle name. Not even my mom used my middle name. But before she even finished speaking, KC was reacting to me as well, his momentum was already going before he realized Jessi had intervened.

"Fuck yourself." He snarled back at me, at the same time hearing Jessi's tone, and his eyes widened as he realized what he'd done.

"Kyran Charis, you get your butt in the corner this instant!" Now getting my full name is unusual, but hearing KC's is unprecedented. "You too young lady, separate corners." Her voice was edged with anger, and both of us were too worried to think of disobeying. We trudged to opposite ends of the room and put our noses in the corners like naughty children.

At first I was just uncomfortable and embarrassed. Although I'd "moved in" with my brother and his wife at the beginning of summer, I still felt like a guest in their house. And behind my front of being "all grown up", I did still feel like a kid around them, they had been kind of adoptive parents for me during some of the rough times in my teenage years, and it was hard to shake the parental image I had of them.

I could hear Jessi working in the kitchen, and I could smell the aroma of sautéing onions and garlic. I shrugged, and wriggled, and sighed, trying to ease my discomfort, my stomach was full of butterflies as I thought of myself being punished, put in the corner like a little girl. Jessi's words echoed back through my head, "I'll put you both over my knee..." An electric thrill shot through my chest. She wouldn't really, I was sure, but just to hear her allude to a spanking... I stared at the white wall in front of me, fidgeting.

Inevitably, looking at paint grew painfully boring, I turned my head to see what KC was doing in his corner. He had his hands clasped behind his back and his head resting against the wall. With one foot, he was tracing small patterns in the carpet. "Eyes straight ahead, young lady. If I catch you looking around again it will be another spanking right now." Jessi's voice came out of nowhere, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I snapped my head around, staring forward, my eyes wide, my heart pounding. Another spanking? Implying one was already looming in my future. The butterflies turned into a blizzard, I felt hot tears of humiliation burning in my eyes. I imagined bending over her knee, feeling her hand swatting my bottom. A tear fell, sliding down my cheek, and under my chin. The image was too embarrassing to contemplate, I tried to force it from my mind, but my stomach was churning with emotion, foiling all my attempts at focussing my thoughts. The seconds crawled on, and the thought of the impending chastisement grew more and more terrible. Tears were spilling down my face now, and I fought back quiet sobs. Besides the utter humiliation of the thing, there was the matter of the pain to consider. I hadn't been spanked since I was ten years old. And that had only been twenty swats on the seat of my pants. I still remembered the teary reflection staring back at me from my bedroom mirror, a red-eyed little girl rubbing her sore bottom. If it hurt that much from only twenty swats... I was twice that age now, and Jessi was surely not going to give me a spanking suited for a ten year old. I cried silently. This couldn't be happening. In a matter of minutes I had been transformed from a young woman, confident in my adulthood, to a small, frightened little girl. I felt totally helpless, humiliated, and afraid.

I was only partially aware of the sounds of the oven door opening and closing, and the rush of running water. Dinner was in the oven, the time of reckoning was near. My attention focussed rapidly as I heard Jessi moving into the living room, and the sound of something dragging across the carpet. My heart was in my mouth and I was breathing was short and shallow. The tears stopped as sheer panic chased away the humiliation and trepidation. Jessi's footsteps moved away and faded into silence, then I heard the bedroom door open at the end of the hall. My ears strained to trace her movements, but there was only silence. Then the door closed, and I heard her soft footsteps in the living room once more.



"OK, both of your come over here and sit on the couch." My heart beating wildly, I turned around. In the center of the room was one of the armless wooden chairs from the kitchen table. Resting on the seat of the chair were a small leather strap with several large holes in it, and a heavy-looking wooden hairbrush. The blizzard turned to an icestorm, and my feet turned suddenly heavy. Slowly, I dragged myself across the room to the couch. Glancing at KC, I saw him eyeing the chair uneasily, as he too moved away from his corner.

I sank down onto the couch, huddling into myself, unable to pull my gaze away from the implements on the chair. I felt KC seat himself beside me, and Jessi went to the chair. She dropped the strap on the floor and picked up the hairbrush before seating herself and crossing her legs. She looked at us both sternly, tapping the hairbrush lightly against her left leg. "You two..." she said finally, staring at us reproachfully. "You are brother and sister, and you treat each other with less respect than you'd afford a stranger on the street." We both stared at the floor, shamefaced. "You act like bickering children. I don't know what it is, you didn't get to spend your childhoods together, so you have to make up for it now?" I felt a wrenching in my gut, as she exposed a painful nerve for both of us. "You two, more so even than normal siblings, should value the time you have together. You missed the first fifteen years of your sister's life, KC." I glanced at him sideways, he looked abjectly miserable. "And you Julie," my eyes darted back to Jessi. "Your brother cared enough about you, a sister he'd never even met, to move across an ocean to be near you. He took you in when your own family life was unbearable." I flushed hot with shame. "You are old enough to appreciate everything he has done and sacrificed for your relationship. And you KC, you are ten years older than she, you have been the adult in her life, you should be able to handle yourself in a manner more suited to your age. She hasn't had the easiest road to travel either, and she is still young, if she doesn't act the way you'd like sometimes, you should be the one with enough maturity to settle the situation properly, not resort to petty insults and bickering. KC, you already know the rules of this household, and the consequences for breaking them. Julie, you are going to find out. You are old enough now to be expected to conduct yourself in a mature and adult manner. If you can't do that, while living under this roof, you will submit to the same consequences as KC does." She set the brush down beside the strap, and looked at KC. "You go back to the corner, and do not turn around until I tell you may."

KC rose and slowly returned to his corner. Jessi turned to me. "Come here."

Feeling as though my insides had turned to jello, I stumbled to my feet and stepped towards my sister-in-law. She reached out, and grabbed my hand, pulling me forward. We had gone swimming in the lake earlier that day, and I was still wearing only a two-piece swim suit and an oversized T-shirt. As Jessi pulled me over her lap, I felt my shirt sliding up, exposing my thighs, and as my body fell across her firm thighs, I felt her pushing my shirt all the way up onto my back. My hair fell down around my face, as my head went down close to the floor. I could feel the cool air on my thighs, and felt my bottom high and exposed, clenching nervously as I waited for the spanking to begin.

I was only vaguely aware of being lectured again, the words were lost in a haze of trepidation, and the only thoughts in my head were of my impending punishment. I was brought back to harsh reality by the feel of my swimsuit being pulled down to the middle of my thighs. I fought back tears of fear and humiliation as open air tickled my now bare bottom.

Jessi's hand came to rest lightly on my skin, it felt warm, and soft, it was hard to believe it could deliver a painful spanking. I took a deep breath, and before I could let it out, her hand came up and back down with force. The slap rang out sharply in the quiet room, I jumped and yelped in surprise and pain. The hurt from that first slap stung me bitterly, for as bad as the anticipation had been, I hadn't really been able to imagine what it was going to feel like. The burn from the first swat still strong, a second landed on the opposite cheek. Perhaps I imagined it, but it seemed to hurt even more than the first. I clenched my jaw tightly, and focussed intently on the carpet. The spanks fell in a slow, steady rhythm, each one building on the last, my bottom becoming more sore and tender with each swat, making the pain of each one increase exponentially. Soon I began to struggle, my whole bottom was aching and sore, the thought of another spank was too much, and I squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from the ceaseless onslaught. Strangled screams escaped through my clenched teeth, I kicked and thrashed, but Jessi's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, and my bottom was helplessly trapped under her tireless spanking hand.

My hair was a tangled mess about my face when Jessi's hand finally rested lightly on my bottom once more. I was gasping and sobbing desperately, as I slowly began to relax and fall limp over her lap. She stroked my burning cheeks lightly for several moments. I was still whimpering softly when I felt Jessi's body shift, and I twisted my head around to see her picking something up off the floor by my feet. I caught a glimpse of KC's back where he stood, facing the corner, shifting from foot to foot, then I saw what Jessi had picked up. I only got a moment's view of the object before I was pushed back down, but it was enough. She was holding the leather strap with the holes in it. I looked down, feeling an aching pain surge through my gut, and into my head, tears filled my eyes and began to fall on the carpet. I had thought it was over, now it seemed that not only was there more spanking coming, but it was going to be even worse. That strap looked vicious. I gave in and surrendered myself to helpless crying. It didn't occur to me to struggle or argue, or even beg for leniency. Somehow I just knew it was going to happen no matter what, and all I could do was take it and cry my heart out.

I gasped at the first stroke of the strap, it felt very different from Jessi's hand had. Her hand had been solid, hard, beating deep into the muscles of my bottom. This strap was light, almost weightless and insubstantial, but it left fiery laces of stinging pain across my skin like nothing I'd felt from the hand spanking. I had thought my bottom was on fire before, but as the strap came down again and again, the lacy trails of pain intersecting and overlapping over and over, if felt like a hundred hot pokers tracing lines across my bottom. I sobbed and cried desperately, squeezing my bottom, straightening my legs, but nothing could dissipate the horrible sting. Finally, thinking the spanking would never end, I collapsed, crying hard, all hope and resistance was gone, I just laid still and took my spanking. As I began to feel numb, the spanking stopped. I was crying so hard I could barely breathe, my nose was running, my eyes burned from crying, my head was aching, and my bottom was throbbing. Jessi pulled me to my feet and I promptly collapsed, falling to my knees. Dizzy and lightheaded, I allowed myself to be pulled to my feet again and led to the corner where I leaned against the wall, and cried so hard my lungs ached.

Slowly I ran out of tears, and took gasping gulps of air until my face began to tingle and I thought I would pass out. I screamed as a hard swat landed on my backside. I hadn't even realized Jessi was behind me, and I began to cry again at the stinging spank.

"Breathe normally, Julie, I don't want you hyperventilating." I sobbed wretchedly, trying to steady my breathing, but I couldn't help it, I gasped desperately. "I'm going to spank you again," Jessi said. I shook my head frantically, trying to get myself under control. "Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth." I made a very sincere effort to obey. My nose was still runny from crying, and I was only able to breathe about halfway, and ended up gulping in air with my mouth as well, but apparently it was enough, the dizziness began to fade, and Jessi rubbed my back gently. "Good girl. Keep breathing, I need to deal with your brother now."




Still crying slightly, I concentrated on taking slow, steady breaths, and trying to rub the fire out of my bottom. I heard Jessi speaking quietly on the other side of the room, and KC's murmured responses. Then a sound like a firecracker going off, the distinct rapport of skin slapping skin. Keeping my eyes straight ahead, I strained my ears to pick up every sound. For what seemed to like a very long time, the room was filled only with the sound of hand spanking bottom. My own backside was beginning to recover slightly and occupy less of my attention, which I focussed now on the sounds of my older brother's spanking. My pulse quickened as I imagined his lean frame draped over his wife's knee, his bare bottom reddening under her falling hand. I wondered if he was squirming like I had, if he was struggling, reaching back to protect his bottom from the searing punishment. Curiosity began to gnaw at me. I tried to force my attention to the corner in front of me, but anyone who's been in a corner knows how ridiculous it is to expect a person to stay interested in a blank wall, especially when there's a spanking to see. Cautiously, I turned my head and peered over my shoulder.

Jessi's back was to me, but the chair was angled slightly, so I had a perfect view of KC's backside, and I could see a bit of his head and hands on the far side of the chair. Despite his darker complexion, his bottom was clearly a bright pink. I stared shamelessly, fascinated, as Jessi's hand rose and fell mechanically, in a regular pattern up and down each of his bottom cheeks and down to the middle of each of his thighs. His body was well muscled, but smooth, and I was enthralled by the sight of his flesh compressing and bouncing with each swat. He was silent, but his body betrayed his stoicism, as with each spank, his bottom clenched, his legs stiffened, on particularly hard smacks, and especially the spanks to his thighs, his entire body would go rigid, and he'd slowly bend and flex his legs and feet, and rock his hips slightly over Jessi's lap. I could see his hand clench into fists and cling to strands of carpet as Jessi's hard hand traveled up and down the back of one thigh, and then the other. He twisted, and I caught a glimpse of his face, tight with pain, his eyes screwed shut, the muscles in his jaw rigid under the skin. With a flurry of hard spanks, the spanking ended. I whipped my head around so quickly I made myself dizzy again, and nearly lost my balance. I opened my ears again, listening for movement. There was only silence for several moments, then I heard Jessi's voice, soft and unintelligible. KC answered with something I couldn't quite hear, but I did hear the slight shaking in his tone, the suppressed sob at the end. Then I jumped. It sounded like a gunshot, echoing around the room. I turned again, just in time to see the heavy brush fall again with another loud crack, this time accompanied, by a soft grunt from my brother. I shuddered. Even from across the room, I could see two scarlet ovals, just the size of the back of the brush, one on each side of his bottom. Suddenly, I felt very sorry for KC, he was trembling, his entire body taut. The third swat elicited a moan, the fourth, fifth and sixth fell so fast that the sound was barely distinguishable, and he let out a piteous yelp, bucking and struggling against her grip.

It continued that way, KC's yelps and howls becoming gradually louder and more desperate, finally blending together into a steady ululating wail. The marks from the brush began to blend together, as each swat filled in more and more of the lighter areas of his bottom. KC was struggling in earnest now, crying and begging unintelligibly. He threw his right hand back, covering his bottom, but Jessi grabbed his wrist easily and pinned his hand against his side without breaking the rhythm of the spanking. He was sobbing freely now, still jumping and flinching, but the fight seemed to be going out of him.

Jessi stopped the spanking again, resting the brush on his bright red bottom. She said something to him, and he began to cry harder, shaking his head, and struggling with renewed vigor. She raised the brush and delivered a very hard swat, harder than any she'd given so far. He jumped as if he'd been shocked and howled. I barely heard Jessi's voice over his crying, and his body began to shake with wrenching sobs. She raised the brush and brought it down on his upper thigh. She had been avoiding his thighs while using the brush, but now she peppered them from the underside of his bottom to about ten inches above the back of his knee. He screamed like he was being tortured. He probably was. I stared, horrified as the brush reddened his thighs, and he fought helplessly against her restraint. When his thighs were almost as red as his glowing bottom, Jessi stopped and set down the brush. KC collapsed almost immediately, his body going limp over her lap. Jessi rubbed his bottom lightly for several minutes while his crying quieted slightly. I quickly turned back to my corner as Jessi helped KC to his feet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jessi leading KC back to the corner, he was rubbing his bottom furiously, and still crying hard.

I kept my eyes straight ahead, listening sympathetically to his sobbing. Soon it faded into hiccupping gasps and then to silence. I stood still, looking at the wall thoughtfully. I touched my bottom experimentally. It was still pretty hot and sore, but I felt kind of warm and fuzzy inside. Like cozying up in the lodge with a cup of hot chocolate after a grueling day of skiing. I felt sleepy and content. After a while, I heard Jessi turn on the TV, the volume low. The sound of voices and life filled the room.

With the TV show to follow, the time in the corner went by much faster. Guessing by the program, we stood there for another fifteen minutes before Jessi called us over to her. We were allowed to redress, then we each approached cautiously. Jessi stepped toward me and took me into an embrace, which I eagerly returned. Then she brushed my hair our of my face, and looked into my eyes. "Have you learned your lesson?" She asked softly.

I nodded quickly, "Yes ma'am." She gave me a small smile, then turned to KC, giving him a hug and asking him the same question. He nodded, a slow smile creeping over his face. Jessi started to smile as well, and shook her head.

"OK, kids, you can watch TV for half an hour, then to bed."

Snuggled up on the couch, leaning against KC, I felt very warm and safe. In a way I felt very young, but it wasn't a bad feeling this time. As I stared at the television, my eyes began to close, and finally I let myself drift off into a comfortable sleep.

I was half awakened some time later, being laid down in my own bed. Through a haze of sleep, I looked up at my brother's face. I murmured sleepily, and he smiled down at me. "How's your butt?" He whispered, grinning. I chortled.

"Sore," I drawled. He laughed softly.

"You should see mine."

"I did..." I said with a cheesy grin.

He glared at me with mock disapproval, then broke into a smile again. "Goodnight, kiddo," he said, kissing my forehead gently. "I love you."

I looked at him, blinking slowly. "I love you, too," I said softly, sincerely. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then disappeared again into the darkness. I heard to door close quietly, and I closed my eyes again, hugging myself, and drifted away again into a sweet sleep.

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Julnick

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