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Subject: KATE: A Story (Darla 11/21)NC SP F/f + SSP

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FOR AUNT TRESS:

This is a work of pure fiction. None of this happened, or I would be in hell by now. It involves a NC SP F/f + SSP (sibling sex play). Other patrons will appreciate your silence during the feature, and please take noisy children to the lobby. Thank you.

"Kate, is that you?" Mary Gorman wiped a wisp of hair away from her damp forehead and continued to stir the stockpot. "KATE!" "Yes, Mom, it's me! Who else would it be at this time of the day?!" Kate fairly exploded into the small kitchen, all arms and legs and books. "Settle down, young lady. We have some serious talking to do!" Mary turned back to the stove, pushed the blue flame beneath the stockpot to "low" and faced her exuberant fourteen year old. Kate's pretty face had frozen into an expression of concern. "What's the matter, Mom?" she said with studied casualness, reaching for an apple from the fruit basket on the table. "No eating right now, Kate." Kate put the apple back slowly, looking up at her mother. "I got a call from Sister Kathleen Marie today...your math teacher?" Kate's stomach turned over, and her breath came quicker. She hated the tall skinny nun who made her feel stupid every day in geometry. "Sister says she is concerned about your health." Kate looked at her mother through half-open eyes, the thick dark lashes shielding her from a good view of the tightening tendons in Mary Gorman's neck. "Sister says that nearly every morning this week, just as the homework is about to be collected, you have a sudden attack of cramps, and have to go to the clinic. Is that right, dear?" Silence, as Kate tried frantically to think of a way out of this. Her mother held up a palm as Kate's mouth opened to reply. "Save it, darling. You and I both know you are not having your period this week. Further, I am smart enought to figure out that despite what you have told me, you are not spending the evening doing math homework upstairs. And what's more, Sister Kathleen Marie knows it too. Now. I will tell you that I am in the middle of making the soup your Dad wants to take to the potluck at the Church tonight, and I haven't got the time to make a major issue out of your punishment." Kate blew a breath out her pursed lips, thinking she was home free. That witch, KM, to call her mother! She'd find a way to get back at her, wait till she told Marsha tomorrow after World History... "Young lady, are you paying attention to me?" Mary asked impatiently, having seen her daughter drift off. "Yes, Mom, yes, I am I'm really sorry too, but I just don't get..." "Oh, you're going to GET, young lady, have no fear of that. I just don't have the time to haul you upstairs and lecture you the way I might. I want YOU to go upstairs to your room right now, however. You will find the paddle panties on the end of your bed. I want you to put them on under your uniform, and come right back down here to the kitchen. I'll be able to set the soup to 'simmer' by that time, and you are going to spend some time across my knee, young lady! Is that understood?" Kate stood up, regarding her mother with absolute misery. She looked as contrite as possible, and began to test the waters. "Mom, please, it's just that I don't understand it, and she's so mean about helping me, and..." "And that means you should lie to me about doing the work and lie to Sister about having the work ready? Is that what you mean, Katie?" "Well," the unhappy girl replied, "not exactly, I...Mom, please don't paddle me this time, I'll promise to do better, I will, only please don't paddle me, please?!" Mary turned back to the stove, shrugging her shoulders. "I told you I didn't have time for this, Kate. If you don't go upstairs right now and put on the paddle panties, and come back down here and bend over my knee, I'll wait till your Dad gets home and I'll ask him to strap your bare bottom. Would you prefer that?" "NO, Mom, PLEASE!!" she entreated, horrified at the prospect of her father seeing her bare. "I'll go, I'll GO!!" She hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, already crying a little, and furious that she was going to get a paddling as if she were 10 all over again.

The panties were, as promised, lying on the end of her bed on top of the pink and white coverlet. They were white, very thin nylon, and a size too small. Since she turned 12, Kate had not been required to pull her panties down for her paddlings. Instead, Mary Gorman had purchased the first in a line of "paddle panties" to be worn by BOTH Kate and her year-younger brother Bradley whenever a paddling was required. The panties offered them a sense of modesty, while affording no real protection whatever from the strokes of the thin wooden paddle. Kate whimpered when she saw them laid out for her.

"KATHERINE MARY!!!" came her mother's impatient yell. "Yes, Mama!" she replied tearfully. She reached up under her school uniform, quickly pulling down the regulation thick cotton underpants and replacing them with the small, thin nylon ones. Coming out of her bedroom on a dead run, she nearly collided with Brad, who had been aroused from a nap by all the commotion. "Katie, what's wrong?" he asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "Nothing. Nevermind. I'm gonna get it, that's all, and it's that witch KM who's responsible, dammit!" His sister ran past him and headed down the stairs. "Oh Katie, I'm sorry, I'll wait for you in your room, ok? With some lotion, ok? Like always?" She didn't answer him, and in a moment, leaning over the bannister, he could hear two voices, one angry, one tearful, coming from the kitchen.

Mary Gorman took the paddle from its' hook in the kitchen and tapped it impatiently against her thigh. "Pull the chair out, Kate, you ought to know this routine by now." Katie pulled a chair away from the kitchen table into the center of the room. Her mother sat down with a sigh, and pushed the sleeve of her housedress up above the elbow. Her daughter stood, sniffling, on her right. Fragrant steam hissed from the stockpot in the hot kitchen, bathing both mother and daughter in a faint sheen of sweat. "Anything to say, young lady, before I paddle your bottom for you?" "I'm sorry, Mama, I shouldn't have lied to you. Could I please get grounded or something else, though. Could I please not get the paddle?" "Katie, come here to me," her mother said softly, brushing back her hair again. "You know I love your spirit, darlin' but sometimes you act as if you're 4 instead of 14. This is one of those times. And this time you're going to be punished like a 4 year old. I'm thinking maybe that will make an impression on you!" Mary kissed her daughter quickly on her damp cheek, then pulled her quickly forward and down over her lap, adjusting her until the diminuitive girl had her full weight on her Mama's lap, neither toes nor fingers touching the floor. "Hold the rung of the chair, Katie. You're going to need your balance, young lady, when you feel the sting of this paddle!" "Yes, Mama!" Katie wept, huddling her bottom as her mother lifted her uniform skirt, exposing her round behind in the thin, tight panties. Without further discussion, Mrs. Gorman raised the paddle and brought it smacking down across both cheeks. Kate screeched and kicked both legs out. "Would have been less painful to do your homework, miss!" SMACK SMACK SPANK SLAP SMACK!!! The sweat ran down Mrs. Gorman's face in earnest as she raised and lowered the paddle again and again, ignoring Kate's urgent shrieks and gyrations. "No no no Mommy, please, pleeeeeease stop, Mommy, don't paddle me anymore, that's enough Mommy, pleeease my bottom stings so bad, Mommy, I'm sorry I'm sorry..." It went on and on in an endless litany of apology until at last Mrs. Gorman wiped her forhead with her paddle arm, and let Kate up. The girl danced around the kitchen, rubbing her bottom and crying hard. "Upstairs with you! And don't come down until it's time to leave for the potluck. I'll call you and your brother. Go on with you before I smack you again!" Kate bolted from the kitchen and ran upstairs.

Brad was in her room, sitting on her bed, sniffling when she ran in and threw herself face down beside him. "Oh Katie, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry!" he whispered. He was crying for her, he adored his big sister, and would do anything to make her smile again. He put his arms around her, holding her shaking shoulders. When her crying slowed, he handed her some tissues, and whispered in her ear.

"Can I do it for you, Katie? Can I put some lotion on it now, will you let me will you? Please?" He was already out of his pants and briefs. Kate snuffled and turned her head to watch him pour Jergen's lotion into both of his small hands and rub it all over his upper thighs and his small sex. "Lock the door, Braddie," she said, her face burning with the gravity of this sin, but knowing she was going to let him do it again anyway. She reached back and lifted her skirt. "Let me, let me!" he whispered, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the small panties and slowly pulling them down as she winced. "Oh God, Katie, you're all red, she really paddled you hard!" Brad was breathing harder as he slid the panties down her legs and off her feet. There was absolute silence in the room as she felt him clamber up onto the bed, hesitate a moment until she slid her legs apart, then scoot forward and lie on her bottom, his small sex pressed along the crack of her burning backside. She felt him sigh and shudder as he began to rock back and forth, the slick lotion making both of them slippery and the heat of her spanked fanny causing Brad's penis to harden against her. Of course it was over very quickly, Brad pushing his fist into his mouth to stifle the groans of ecstasy as he ground and humped against his sister's slippery, hot bottom, his small cock sliding along and poking into her crack until he exploded, shuddering and whimpering, collapsing onto her back.

She rolled over, finally, forcing him off, and grabbed him for a cuddle. "Thanks, Braddie, it feels much better!" pretending, as always, not to have noticed what had happened. She gave him a quick kiss and slapped his bottom as he slid off her bed.

When he was gone, throwing her a last, loving glance, she curled up facing the wall and slid one hand between her thighs, the other balled into a fist, the thumb in her mouth.

She had at least a few more minutes, she thought dreamily, until Mom called her to leave for the Church potluck...

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