1 - Belt on the Door: Sisters (Commission for Only Me)

groups.google.com/g/soc.sexuality.spanking/c/mkzHpk0a1Ok Very good writing and my taste for severity and mild sadism. Just missed continuation of spanking after penalty to thighs - I think she should ask sister to continue her punishment after that (and maybe even wet her bottom). Just not sure how to make the story into the game - so it wouldn't be just a read through... Do you think it would be good continuation of Gwen, her mother and sister story? JAN 1 I finished reading the story and WOW! It's AWESOME, and I definitely can make a great game from this idea. Here's what I imagine it would be: The PLAYER character ("You", in the story) would be over at Gwen's house hanging out in her room. Gwen's younger sister would come to bother you both, leading to your first choice: You can join in on bullying Gwen's sister, or you can tell Gwen to stop. If you join in, Mrs. Boswick catches you and spanks BOTH of you. If you don't, then Mrs. Boswick spanks Gwen in front of you, then gives Gwen's sister the hairbrush. The "Game" part of it would be in how to instruct Gwen's sister on how to give the spanking. You can choose to tell her things like "harder" or "wet her bottom" or "aim for the sit spots," and you've got to do it in the right order. The better of a job you do, the more sore and sorry Gwen is by the end :) And, of course, if you get a PERFECT score, Gwen's sister earns the right to punish Gwen whenever she sees fit. So, first off, how does that sound? Only me 8:59 AM Thanks, I hoped you will like the story. There are 4 parts of it with 3rd being the best for me where second has a good idea of bedtime strapping by father on top of previous hairbrushing from mother earlier during the day, when Laura is already in bed and waken up, and 4th part focusing more on face slaping than ass spanking. I like your idea for the game, just thought about few adjustments: 1. Maybe would be good to make the punishment more unfair, for example Gwen's sister (her name was previously rarely mentioned but I think it was Abigail - if I am wrong please just use the correct one) meet player (MC) at door and wants him to participate in her teasing of Gwen (maybe about her previous punishment when player gave instructions to mother). You can agree or refuse - refusing will lead to be spanked together with Gwen while agreeing would lead to punisment of Gwen with player encouraging and instructing Abigail as you have proposed. 2. Abigail (with player or without) teases Gwen and mother comes to room just at the moment Gwen retaliates - of course mother will believe in Abigail's version 3. Regarding spanking scene you propose I would like to include the part from story of additional punishment for moving out of position - it could be exactly as in the story hairbrush to inside parts of thighs (Abigail may keep them spread for mother and player may have a good view - could even add option that Gwen struggles so much that Abigail can not keep her legs and player replaces her) starting to keep Gwen's legs spread for the rest of thigh spanking). I think that players instructions if given correctly should make Gwen so sore (already bruised in some places) that she will move out of position and get this additional spanking to thighs (as described above such instructions would be as you mentioned it but would skip wet bottom for now and include in the list you proposed resting for few minutes to give rest to hand of spanker and bottom to lose any numbness or using a snap of wrist when delivering the blow (same as it is in the story)). I would like to skip wet bottom because AFTER additional punishment to thighs, Gwen would need to CONVINCE Abigail to continue her spanking to ass and she could do it by for example OFFERING to wet her bottom for the rest of hairbrushing (or some other options like maybe different implement - maybe only 1 or 2 options out of 4 or 5 would work and Abigail will continue with punishment) - if not then thigh spanking could continue for some more spanks after which Gwen may have additional option to convince Abigail as above (maybe now 4 options instead of 5 - with the previous one eliminated). Could be that 1 of 2 options working would be to offer Abigail right to punish her in the future - or it can be imposed by mother as you proposed - both versions suit me :-) - or maybe Gwen offer it to Abiagail AND at the end of spanking mother offer same right to punish Gwen to player? Not sure how I would see the future of the serie... Just not sure how the spanking should end - maybe you have some other ideas? Maybe something sexual from Abigail for helping in the plot against Gwen? May end with Gwen seeing it and at that moment game ends leaving players hanging... :-) JAN 7 Victor 12:42 PM I absolutely LOVE this entire idea. Personally, I love the idea of making it an "unfair" spanking, and the idea of Gwen saying, "Please, spank my bottom instead, I'll even wet it for you!" is amazing. This whole story is going to RULE. As for how to end it: I think the player could have a choice of whether to go Gwen and comfort her OR go to Abigail, who found spanking and humiliating her sister so exciting that she can't keep her hands off you. This choice could affect how the series moves forward, because Gwen could come in from her cornertime at EXACTLY the wrong moment... I can see this story being extended with new options and variations in the future, but for now, I think I'd need 6-7000 words to write this properly. That would come to $130 -- is that okay with you? If not, that's perfectly fine: I can scale back the variations somewhat OR we can break it into smaller pieces.

(set:$soreness=0)(set:$ending=0)You're standing on the Boswick's porch, waiting for someone to answer the doorbell. Your breath fogs the air, and you rub your hands together quickly for warmth. You glance over at the living room window. Just yesterday, Gwen Boswick was standing in that window with her well-spanked bottom facing the street. You'd been inside, watching tears stream down her pretty face and wondering how long it would take those bruises on her sit spots to fade... Yesterday, your neighbor was introduced to a brand new type of discipline: //spanking//. Her mother, Mrs. Boswick, was first inspired by watching you receive one of your own consequences just a couple of weeks ago. She got her practice in on your bottom the other day, and when it came to disciplining her //own// daughter, she even enlisted your help. //After all,// you think drily, //I definitely know a thing or two about how to make a spanking hurt...// You aren't exactly sure what you're doing here today. Something in you just //had// to see the aftermath. After watching poor Gwen's wet bottom bouncing beneath the strap, hearing the //CRACK, CRACK, CRACK//, seeing her face flush darkly from humiliation and pain -- Suddenly, the door opens. You half expect to see Gwen, still teary-eyed and glaring resentfully at you -- but it's Abigail, her younger sister. Far from looking resentful, her eyes light up when she sees you. "(print:$name)!" she says. "Perfect timing!" With that, she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the house. [[Continue|INTRO 1.5]]

As the book sails through the air, you don't even have time to yell, //Look out!// before: //WHACK!// "//Owww//!" Abigail claps her hand over her forehead as the book strikes home. "That //hurt//!" "I'm //glad// it did, you selfish, stuck-up, annoying little --" "//What's going on in here?//" Suddenly appearing in the way only mothers can do, Mrs. Boswick steps into the doorway with her hands on her hips. Gwen's face falls and she goes as silent like a clock radio when someone yanks out the plug. Abigail turns, still holding her head. "Gwen threw a book at me!" She takes off her hand to show the pink mark. "See?" "M-Mom, she was --" "//I don't want to hear another word.//" Mrs. Boswick picks up the book from the floor. She steps into the room, fit to be tied. "Gwen, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. I thought you would have learned to behave yourself in this house by now -- but I guess I was wrong. Throwing things at your sister?! So soon after your //last// punishment?! I can't //believe// you!" Gwen's mouth open and closes helplessly. Behind her mother's back, Abigail stiffles a grin. "(if:$sub is 1)["And you, (print:$name)," Mrs. Boswick says to you. "I don't know why I expected better. Your mother told me about your misbehavior -- now I've seen it for myself." //Wait -- what?!// "M-Mrs. Boswick --" you stammer. "I-I saw the whole thing! Gwen just wanted Abigail to get out of her room!" "And why should she have to? This is just as much her house as it is her sister's. Gwen doesn't pay rent here -- it's not //her// room. Abigail can be wherever she wants!" Abigail's //I told you// face is perhaps the smuggest thing you've ever seen. "If you're going to pick sides between my daughters, (print:$name), you're going to get the same consequences," Mrs. Boswick says. "Gwen, (print:$name), //stand up.// //Both// of you are getting a //spanking//."](if:$dom is 1)["It's bad enough you throw things at your sister, but you could have hit (print:$name), who has been //nothing// but helpful. It's thanks to (print:$name) you learned your lesson yesterday --" She pauses and taps her chin. "But it seems a //refresher// may be in order." Gwen's jaw drops. Over her mother's shoulder, you see Abigail beam. "M-Mom, I --" "//Not another word.// You could have hit your sister in the //eye//, do you understand that?! Stand up, Gwen, //right now//. You're getting another //spanking//."] [[Continue|MOM SPANKS GWEN 1]]

"Mom, //no!//" Gwen exclaims, reaching back to clutch her still-sore bottom with both hands. "Please, I-I -- //I can't take any more!//" "You should have thought of that before you decided to have your little tantrum. I mean, //really// -- throwing a //book//? You're supposed to be setting an //example//." Mrs. Boswick takes a chair from Gwen's desk and places it at the center of the room before sitting and smoothing her skirt down on her lap. "Now, then: panties down." Gwen's cheeks start flaming, and her eyes dart to you and Abigail. "Mom...//please// don't make me...//please// not on the bare -- not in front of --" "//Panties. Down.//" Miserably, Gwen groans, then reluctantly peels her white panties down, revealing her //thoroughly// scarlet behind, still marked and bruised on both on her rear end //and// her thighs. Her bottom is so red you can practically //feel// it throbbing just by looking at it. At the full sight of Gwen's well-spanked heinie, Abigail snorts a laugh. Before Gwen can shoot her sister a furious glare, Mrs. Boswick snatches her by the wrist and pulls her over her knees. "//Noooo!//" Gwen howls pitifully. "Mommy, //pleeeeease//!" "I don't know //what// I'm going to do with you sometimes," Mrs. Boswick declares as she raises her hand. She brings it down //hard// on Gwen's cherry-red rear end, and the //slap// rings out through the room. //THWAP!// Gwen sobs wetly as her already throbbing behind ripples beneath the hard swat. "//Gnaaaha! Noooo!//" The ice pack has wetted Gwen's bottom nicely, so the sting is even //sharper//. As Mrs. Boswick brings down her hand for the second spank on the other cheek, you see Abigail out of the corner of your eye, grinning like it's Christmas morning. //WHAP!// "//Owwwwwwww!//" Gwen scissors her legs wildly. "M-Mom! //It hurts!//" "//Good.// Maybe next time you'll think before you're mean to your younger sister -- stop squirming around! Abigail, come over here please." Abigail puts on a straight face and obediently steps forward. "Yes, mom?" "I need you to get the hairbrush from my bedroom. I left it on my nightstand. Would you, please?" Gwen gasps, her entire body stiffening. "Mommy, please no," she says in a small voice. "//Please// not the hairbrush -- I'm already so //sore//!" "Like I said, you should have thought about that before throwing a book at your younger sister. When this is over, you'll get a fresh bag of ice for Abi's forehead -- and there will be //no// icing or rubbing or //anything// during your cornertime, believe you me!" Gwen chokes back another sob as Abigail all-too-willingly disappears from the room. Her face is hot and already streaked with tears from the humiliation of being over her mother's knee in front of you (//again//) with her privates on full display...but as Abigail returns, practically //skipping,// holding out the hairbrush to her mom, you can tell it's about to get //much worse//. "Here, mom," she says, biting back a grin. "Thank you, sweetie. Now, take a chair and sit next to me so you can hold your sister's feet still." "//Wh-What?!//" Gwen exclaims in panic. "Hush, you. If you'd stop kicking your feet, your sister wouldn't have to hold them. Abigail takes a chair from her bedroom next door and drags it in across the carpet to place beside her mother. She sits down and takes Gwen's feet on her lap, looking like a kid in a candy store. She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and says, "Okay, I've got her, mom." "Mooooom --" Gwen whines, her eyes welling up with humiliated tears. "Please, don't let her --" //THWOCK!// "--//gggAAAAAAHAAAAAAOWWWW!// Apparently, Mrs. Boswick has had enough of their back and forth, because she starts spanking Gwen with furious abandon, //flattening// her crimson bottom beneath the back of the hairbrush, each //smack// leaving a fresh, angry, oval-shaped mark. Gwen starts to wail as her already-bruised behind dances beneath the brush, and Abigail bites the inside of her cheek as she tightly clutches her older sister's ankles together. //THWOCK! WHOCK! WHACK! THWOCK!// "OWWW! OWWWWWWWAHA! MOMMY, //PLEEEEEEEASE!//" But Mrs. Boswick ignores her pleas, her face set in grim determination as she brings the brush down over and over, //again and again// as you watch, wide-eyed, from the corner of the room. (if:$sub is 1)[[[Continue|MOM SPANKS PLAYER]]](if:$dom is 1)[[[Continue|GWEN MOVES OUT OF PLACE]]]

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"Alright, Abigail," her mother says, taking hold of Gwen's ankles, "you may begin spanking your sister." For a moment, Abigail looks completely overwhelmed. The cherry-red bottom over her lap is already hotter than a match head, and her older sister is blinking away tears. She glances at her mother, then at you, then back to the task at hand. Gwen sniffles, clenching her butt cheeks together and staring miserably at the floor. Abigail puts one hand on her sister's bare bottom and pulls it off as though touching a hot stove. "//Whoa//! Her butt is already //really// hot..." She looks at you. "(print:$name) -- should I start spanking with the brush or with my hand?" Gwen groans, but Mrs. Boswick //shushes// her in irritation. All eyes are now on you. [[[Suggest giving her a 2 minute break|TAKE THE BREAK]] [Start with your hand.]<hand| [Start with the brush.]<brush|]<choice| (click:?hand)[(replace:?choice)["Start spanking with your hand," you say. "Save the hairbrush until round two -- that way, you still have room to increase the punishment." Abigail nods. She passes the hairbrush to her mother, raises her hand, and goes to work! //WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHOP!//(set:$soreness=$soreness+1) "Unggh!" Gwen exclaims as her sister spanks her sore bottom, alternating cheek to cheek. "//Noooooo!// Mommy, //pleeeeease// -- make her //stop!!// This isn't //fair!//" "Stop whining, Gwen," her mother snaps. Then, to Abigail, she adds: "Good, Abi -- just like that!" [[Continue|ADVICE 2]]]](click:?brush)[(replace:?choice)["Start spanking with the brush," you say. You don't really know for sure...but the hairbrush definitely hurts more, so if the goal is to really blister Gwen's bottom, that seems like a good idea. Judging by the sound Gwen makes, //she//, at least, isn't very happy with your choice. Abigail nods, raises the hairbrush, and brings it down hard. //THWOCK! WHOCK! WHACK!//(set:$soreness=$soreness+1) "//OWWWW!//" Gwen cries. She twitches hard as the brush ripples her cheeks one after the other. squirming as much as her mother's grip will allow. "//OWWWWWWIEEEEE!//" She begins to cry. [[Continue|ADVICE 3]]]]

"How am I doing?" Abigail asks sweetly. As she glances back at you and her mother, you catch a glimpse of her excitement: it's glistening in her eyes, bringing color to her cheeks. The thrill of seeing her older sister so helpless -- of having Gwen //over// her lap, bare-bottomed and whimpering, is making Abigail flush. //THWAP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHAP! WHOP!// Her sister, meanwhile, is straining impossibly, trying to hold back tears. Every time a new //smack// rings out, her vision is blurred by the pain. The searing heat in her swollen bottom is, at this point, beyond description. She bites her lip hard, although sometimes the pain of a slap is just too much to bear without crying out. //THWOP! FWOP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// "//Owwwwwwwhaaa!//" "You seem to be doing very well," Mrs. Boswick says after a minute of hard hand-spanking has passed.. Then, she gives you a look as though to say, //What do **you** think?// You notice that Gwen's bottom is //already// dark, scarlet red...pretty soon, it will start to feel numb. [[[Suggest giving her a 2 minute break|TAKE THE BREAK]] [Start using the brush]<1|]<choice|(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["I think it's time to take things up a notch," you say. Mrs. Boswick nods. As she hands the hairbrush to her youngest daughter, Abigail practically squeals with delight. Gwen, completely defeated, hangs her head, still fighting back tears. "Go ahead," Mrs. Boswick encourages with a nod to Gwen's blistered tushy. Abigail nods, raises the hairbrush, and brings it down hard. //THWOCK! WHOCK! WHACK!// "//OWWWW!//" Gwen cries. She twitches hard as the brush ripples her cheeks one after the other. squirming as much as her mother's grip will allow. "//OWWWWWWIEEEEE!//" She begins to cry. [[Continue|ADVICE 3]]]]

"Like this?" Abigail asks. She spanks Gwen in a rapid two-time beat: //WHAP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHOP!// "Nggggahaaahaaa//oowwwww!//" Gwen sniffs hard, her foot twitching as her mother holds down her leg. "It //huuuuuuurts//." "You seem to be having an impact," Mrs. Boswick says with a rare smirk. Abigail giggles, pleased with herself, before doubling down on another round of hard //smacks//! Gwen's bottom is //deep// magenta, and every swat is like a fresh burst of flame. Still, she cletches her buttocks together and grips the chair tightly, forcing herself not to cry. //Not in front of **her**!// //THWAP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// "What do //you// think, (print:$name)?" Abigail asks you. You watch as Abigail's heavy wooden brush comes down over and over on Gwen's crimson heinie, considering. //I bet that if she snapped her wrist a bit more,// you think, //she could really take the pain to a new level. But do I want to do that to Gwen?// [[Tell her to snap her wrist.]<1| [Say nothing]<2|]<choice|(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Try snapping your wrist as you're following through," you say, motioning a demonstration with your own hand. "It will give more of a sting." "Oh, I see...like //this//?" **//THWOCK!//**(set:$soreness=$soreness+2) "//AAAAAAAIEEEEEEHEEEHEEEEE!!//" You and Mrs. Boswick exchange a grin. "Yes -- I think you've got it!" And so, the spanks continue to ring out, and Gwen's screams rattle the windowpanes of the room... (unless:$soreness>3)[[[Continue|FAILURE]]](else:)[[[Continue|ADVICE 4]]]]](click:?2)["I think you've got it now," you say. "Yeah -- it's actually sort of //fun//," Abigail muses. She hauls back the brush for another massive //wallop//. //WHACK!//(set:$soreness=$soreness+1) "//Ngggahaa!//" //WHACK!// "//AAHAAAAH!//" //WHOCK!// Gwen begins to sob. Her mother chuckles. You suppress a smile. And Abigail's eyes glow as the brush lands, again and again and again, bouncing poor Gwen's buttocks wildly in a dark red blur... //THWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK! WHACK!// [[Continue|FAILURE]]]

And so, after painfully cupping cold water only her throbbing buttocks, Gwen's punishment ends with a hard hairbrush spanking on her wet bare-bottom over her younger sister's knees. This time, she has no one holding her feet down -- she knows that if she moves out of position she'll be spanked on her thighs again. So Gwen huffs and puffs and wails, but she keeps her knees locked as the hairbrush //splats// down on her heinie, rippling through it with unimaginable sting. //**WHACK! WHOCK! WHOCK!**// "//WAAAHAAAAAHOW! AAIIIIIIEEEEEE!//" "Let this be a lesson to you, young lady," Mrs. Boswick reprimands. "//This// is what happens when you pick on your little sister." Abigail beams as she lands yet another //**CRACK**// on her sister's left cheek, sending a spray of water in all directions. "From now on, anytime you deserve it, //Abigail// will give you your spanking," Mrs. Boswick adds. Gwen's mouth opens in disbelief, but she's too sore and too distracted to argue this injustice. As it is, it's taking every ounce of her restraint not to kick her feet as the hairbrush //flattens// her bruised behind. "Abigail, you've done a good job," Mrs. Boswick praises, "and I hope getting to spank your sister has made you feel better after she hit you." "Oh, //yes//, mom," Abigail says, beaming. "I feel //so// much better now!" //**THWOCK! WHOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!**// Poor Gwen's howling is loud enough to wake the dead. ----- At long last, Gwen's punishment comes to an end. She is completely and utterly submitted, now: she nods meekly when her sister commands her to stand, still naked, in the corner. Once again, any passerby on the street will catch a glimpse of her blistered bottom on display in the living room window -- and this time, they'll have a lot //more// to see as well. Not only are Gwen's thighs red and welted down to her inner knee, but her nipples are bared and standing on end. She sniffles, still trembling, with both hands on her head, forbidden from rubbing until her mother's egg timer sounds. Mrs. Boswick praises Abigail's thorough work once more, thanks you for coming over and overseeing the successful punishment, and then explains that she needs to swing by the store to buy some ingredients for tonight's dinner. This leaves you, Abigail, and the well-spanked Gwen alone in the house. Abigail looks at you curiously as she's climbing the stairs. Gwen blinks back tears as she meets your eyes. You try to decide which sister to go to, now that the punishment is done...(set:$ending=2) [[Go see Abigail|TALK TO ABIGAIL]] [[Go see Gwen|TALK TO GWEN]]

//**THWOCK! WHACK! THWOCK! WHACK!**// Gwen's spanking continues until her entire bottom is fiery red and her eyes are brimming with tears. Each time the brush lands, //flattening// one of her scarlet cheeks, she cries out loud enough for the entire street to hear. The //whock// of the brush is like a metronome as Abigail punishes her older sister's rear end with delight. //**WHACK!**// "GGAAAHAAHAAOWWW!" //**THWACK!**// "IT HUUUUUUURTS!" //**THWOCK!**// "Mommy, //puh-leeeeeeeeeeeease!// Make it stoooop!" "Don't whine, Gwendelyn," Mrs. Boswick chides. "Besides -- your //sister// is the one who will decide when your spanking is over." //**THWOCK!**// "//AIIIIEEEEAAAAEEE!//" Finally, the punishment has to come to an end. Gwen's breath is coming in hiccuping gasps, and her bottom is the color of dark mountain cherries. She sniffles as Abigail sets the brush down and hovers one hand over her sisters's well-warmed tushy. "Oooh," she says lowly. "It's like being in front of a fire!" All Gwen can do is hiccup another sob. "From now on, anytime you deserve it, //Abigail// will give you your spanking," Mrs. Boswick adds. Gwen's mouth opens in disbelief. Abigail looks up, wide-eyed, unable to believe her luck. "Now, Gwen, you will do your cornertime in front of the window downstairs, hands on your head." She turns the egg timer to a half hour. "//No rubbing.//" Mrs. Boswick turns back to her youngest as her oldest daughter shakily gets up. "Abigail, is your eye alright now?" "Oh, yes," Abigail says with a smile. "I'm feeling //much// better now." ---- And so, once again, Gwen is standing with her red bottom on display in the living room window for all passerbys to see. You can still here her whimpering, shifting from foot to foot, wanting desperately to rub but knowing //that// will be another punishment she can't risk. A few minutes in, Mrs. Boswick says she has to go to the store to buy a few ingredients for dinner. As she shoulders on her jacket, she asks you: "(print:$name), would you please watch Gwen to make sure she does her cornertime? Abigail said she needs to do some homework in her room." You're more than happy to oblige.(set:$ending=1) [[Continue|TALK TO GWEN]]

You decide to go upstairs, leaving Gwen with her bottom facing the street. After the spanking she just got, there's no //way// she'd risk rubbing: another punishment on her bruised behind would be enough that she'd never sit again! So you follow Abigail to her bedroom, open the door, and discover the teenager sitting up on her bed with the front of her pants unbuttoned. She has her hand deep in her white cotton panties, and her face is flushed. You raise your eyebrows, speechless. Abigail's eyes meet yours. "//Close the door!//" You obey. Abigail motions you over to the bed. "I-I don't know //why//," she says breathlessly. "But spanking Gwen like that just -- just got me so //excited//. It felt so good putting her in her place like that! I just -- I..." You see that her nipples are hard beneath her blouse, and there's a damp spot on her panties between her thighs. "I -- I feel like --," she says, practically panting. Her eyes meet yours, hungry and bright. "...I //need// it!" (if:$gender is "boy")[Without a word, you climb up onto the bed, and Abigail groans with gratitude. She fumbles with your belt with one hand and pulls out your hard cock while the other helps you unbutton her shirt down to her belly-button. Abigail practically //lunges// forward to swallow your member, stroking the shaft with her inexpert tongue. You put your hand on the back of her head and she whimpers, bowing deeper to take more of you in. The pleasure surges through you as Abigail riggles her tight little bottom out of her jeans and into the air, now only clad in the wet white panties. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm as she sucks your cock with blind lust, her rear end jerking in the air. You put your hand out to slide beneath her panties and clasp one butt cheek, and Abigail moans happily. For a while you fondle beneath her underwear, your fingers exploring as Abi's head bobs. Finally, you flick her underpants off and give her ass a //smack//. Abigail shivers all over with pleasure. Just when you're about to lose yourself completely, you pull Abigail off your cock and throw her back down on the bed. She kisses your neck and begs in a half-whine, half-whisper: "//Put it in me!//" You're more than happy to oblige. You put the head of your cock to Abigail's tight pussy and can immediately feel the warmth and wetness. You start to push yourself into her, and she stretches her head back, mouth open in a silent moan. Her eyes roll back in her head as you slowly slide into her, marvelling at how //wet// she is, how //warm// and //soft//.](else-if:$gender is "girl")[Without a word, you climb up onto the bed, and Abigail looks up into your eyes. You kiss her lightly on the mouth, and her body seems to uncoil: she returns your kiss passionately, closing her eyes and panting softly. You reach down to replace her hand with your own, and as you stroke her over her damp white panties, she gasps and reaches to unbutton your pants. Moments later, both of you are stripping as quickly as you can take your clothes off. Abigail's face is hotly flushed as she unbuttons her blouse and pulls it over her head. You pull down your pants and kick them to the other side of the room as Abigail kisses your belly-button. She groans gratefully when you push her back and pull her pants down to her ankles, and she follows them an instant later with her underwear. Now she's squirming on the bed dressed only in a white bra, her hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes full of wanting. She spreads her legs and shows her her wet pussy -- she bites her lip, clutching one breast. You grab Abigail's naked sides and press your nose between her thighs, and she gasps as your tongue circles her clit. Her fingers rake the bedsheets, grabbing and twisting. You feel her hand in your hair as she presses you between her thighs, gasping and moaning. "//Oh god,//" she whispers as she strokes her own hard nipple. "//Oh my **god**!//" You decide that you'd like what she's having, and so you get up, turn yourself around, and sit yourself down on her face. She grunts, breathing you in, then dutifully starts to lick your naked hole. What she lacks in practice she more than makes up for in enthusiasm: soon enough, your own toes are curling as she grips your head with her thighs.] Somewhere in the distance, you seem to hear a //buzzing// noise -- but you assume it's coming from inside your head, which is //buzzing// wildly from the pleasure of having Abigail whispering in your ear: "//Yes, (print:$name)! Oh, god, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!//" ((if:$gender is "boy")[Before long, you have yourself stuffed in Abigail's dripping wet pussy. You slam into her, and she rakes her nails down your back. For a while you pound at her, and her breath comes in soft gasps that kiss your neck. You feel her thighs gripping you tighter, her toes curling. You turn her over so her bottom faces up, and she lets out a delirious giggle. You spread her thighs -- just like Gwen's were spread -- and plunge into her again. This time, she squeals. Each time your hips clap against Abigail's backside, you think of the hairbrush //clapping// down on Gwen's bottom. Abigail moans, stiffening, her toes curling as the pleasure washes over her in a mighty wave. You feel yourself coming to climax at the same time, and you both close your eyes...](else-if:$gender is "girl")[With two long fingers, you start to fuck Abigail's desperately wet cunt. She moans, squeals, and gurgles happily as she continues to tongue you as emphatically as she can. "//God!//" she says into your ass, "//It's so good!//" You're startled -- but maybe not too surprised -- when you hear a hard //slap// and realize a moment later (as the sting rises and the handprint blooms) that it was Abigail's hand on your own butt. You only pause a moment before seting to work again, continuing to finger her tight hole and lick around her clit as her thighs tense and her moans rise into squeals. You feel pleasure washing over you as Abigail tongues you frantically, rising to a fever pitch at the same moment her own body starts to stiffen. You feel yourself coming to climax at the same time, and you both close your eyes...] ...neither of you hears the door opening. When you collapse, panting and gasping -- Abigail's face flushed and her panties around her thighs, you breathing heavily and slowly sitting up -- Gwen is standing -- still naked -- in the doorway. [[Continue|GAME OVER]](set:$ending=4)

(if:$success is 1)[Gwen's bottom is //thoroughly// spanked -- to say the least! From her sit-spots to her thighs, she's a deep, unforgiving crimson, mottled with purple bruises. She sniffles and chokes out sobs miserably, her blazing hot heinie facing the window.](else:)[Gwen's bottom is dark red and hot enough to blur the air around her, although not quite bruised. It seems that, despite a lack of practice with punishments, Gwen has a pretty resilient tushy. Her face is nearly as red as her behind, though, and her eyes are brimming with tears.] "...Come to make sure I'm not r-rubbing?" Gwen says bitterly. "Actually, I came to ask how you're feeling," you say. "That was //quite// a punishment you took there." "It's //so// unfair!" Gwen whines. "Abigail //never// gets in trouble. It should have been //her//!" Her face darkens. "That brat is going to get it one day -- I //swear//!" You don't say anything, but she can read in your face that you're not so sure. "S-Stupid Abigail," Gwen says miserably. "She's probably in her room right now, //gloating// about how she got to spank me..." "Do you really think your mom will let her do it again?" "Are you kidding? I //know// she will. And she'll be teasing me about this for //weeks//." Gwen moans, shifting her weight uncomfortably. She looks into your face. "//You'll// probably tease me too..." You say nothing, but the red-bottomed teen doesn't expect a response. She bites her lip, staring straight ahead, trying to ignore the face that her bare behind is facing the open window looking onto the street. "I have some cream that will help," you say after a moment passes. "I can bring it over next time I visit. We'll just have to keep it quiet -- my mom says that using soothing cream will earn another punishment, and I bet your mom will agree." Gwen's eyes flicker to yourself. For an instant, her tear-stained pout shows the slightest glimmer of a smile. "Thanks, (print:$name)," she says, sniffling. "A-And....thanks for coming to me instead of going to gloat with Abigail." You grin. "You know I'm here for you: older siblings have to stick together." Gwen lets out a snort. "Y-Yeah. Especially with the moms //we've// got." You return her smile. Then, looking to and fro quickly to make sure the coast is clear, you reach down and gently touch one hand to each butt cheek. Gwen gasps as the coolness of your fingers. "Wh-What are you --" As tenderly as you can, you start to rub poor Gwen's sit spots. Her bottom is hot to the touch, and at first she stiffens -- but then, she coos softly as the minor relief to her battered buns starts to spread. "Oooh....that's- that feels //good// --" "I don't want to get your in trouble," you say in a whisper, "but your mom only told //you// no rubbing -- not me!" Gwen snort-laughs again, then sighs as you continue to mould and massage her well-spanked bottom. The humiliation of being spanked in front of you seems to have worn off -- she closes her eyes gratefully. As you take your hands off her cheeks, she whispers softly: "//I owe you one for that.//" Then she gives you a breathless look, and her cheeks are red for a whole //new// reason. You smile back, and the two of you share a long, peaceful silence -- a marked change from the resounding //whacks// and //wails// that filled the house just a half an hour before... [[Continue|GAME OVER]]

You're standing at the porch of the Boswick's house, waiting for someone to answer the doorbell. You watch the street, your breath making white clouds in the cold afternoon air. A car passes by and you see the driver, a mom in her forties, and the passengers, a brother and sister looking blankly out the window. You glance over at the Boswick's living room window, which faces the street. When Gwen was in standing in corner time at the window, could people driving by see her? //Definitely,// you decide. After all, with her dark red bottom on full display, glowing as brightly as a beacon, your pretty neighbor would have been difficult to miss. It's been just one day since the punishment -- Gwen's first spanking from her mother, inspired by your own consequences, which the Boswick's were invited to watch just a week ago. Your mother's disciplinary methods seemed so effective that Mr. and Mrs. Boswick immediately decided to try using it for their own daughters. She even invited you as a sort of "consultant" to help her make Gwen "learn her lesson." Judging by Mrs. Boswick's satsifaction -- and Gwen's tears -- you'd say did a pretty good job. You hear the door opening and turn back, expecting to see Gwen -- maybe glaring resentfully at you, still, for helping to make her punishment //so// effective -- but instead, it's Abigail.

"W-Where are we going?" Abigail looks over her shoulder as she leads you upstairs. "Gwen is still icing her butt, she looks //hilarious//. Mom //really// let her have it -- she's //still// bright red back there. Guess your advice worked!" She grins brightly down at you from the top of the steps, her eyes glittering. "You must //really// know your stuff." "Oh, yeah -- h-heh --" "She's right in here. Come help me tease her!" she adds before pushing open the door to Gwen's bedroom so suddenly you don't have time to respond -- -- and Gwen doesn't have time to cover her backside. Your neighbor is lying face down on her bed, wearing only a tee-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties, looking as miserable as you've ever looked yourself after a punishment. She's taken a rotating fan out of summer storage and pointed it at her behind. She's also got a huge bag of ice resting where her thighs meet her butt cheeks. You can still see the marks from Mrs. Boswick's powerful strokes where her underwear isn't covering it her rear end. She sniffles, shifting as she hears the two of you come in. Gwen looks up furiously. "Abigail, I said to //get// --" She sees you and her eyes widen slightly. "See? Told you she looked hilarious -- you should have seen her before!" Abigail says, giggling. "She went into the backyard and //sat in a snowbank!//" "//Abgail!//" Gwen snaps, her face reddening as she props herself up on her elbows. "//GET. OUT!//" "What do //you// think, (print:$name)?" Abigail says, ignoring her sister. "Think Gwen will be able to sit down at school tomorrow?" (color:green)[**What will you choose to do?**] [[Join her in teasing Gwen]<1| [Defend Gwen]<2|]<choice| (click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["No way. Not unless she brings a pillow." Abigail's eyes widen with glee. "//Ooh//, maybe we can bring one for her! Don't worry, Gwen -- I'll explain to all your classes why you need it!" The two of you laugh so hard you have to lean on each other not to fall over. Gwen opens her mouth, the betrayal and humiliation bringing fresh tears to her eyes. "//Shut-up, Abigail!//" she shouts, voice cracking as her eyes well up. "You too, (print:$name)!" But her anger only makes the picture of her lying their, icing and fanning her red hot fanny, even //funnier//, and the two of you laugh even more! Gwen snatches a book from off the nightstand beside her bed. "Get the fuck //out!//" she cries, and as she does she //hurls// the book straight at you both!(set:$dom=1)(set:$sub=0) [[Continue|INTRO 2]]]] (click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["It's not funny, Abigail," you say, striding into the room. You sit down on the edge of the bed besides your neighbor's still-warm tushy. Embarrassed, Gwen buries her face into her pillow. But when you readjust the ice on her heinie, she shivers and makes a soft, grateful sound. "There. Feel any better?" you say. From the doorway, Abigail grunts in annoyance, folding her arms and rolling her eyes. "You're no //fun//," she declares. Then, a glint of mischeif lights up in her eyes. "Hey, (print:$name) -- why don't you kiss it to make it feel better?" Gwen props herself up and glares daggers at her sister. "Shut //up//, Abigail!" "Why not? Maybe then you'd be able to sit down at school tomorrow instead of standing in the corner all day long!" Gwen snatches a book from off the nightstand beside her bed. "Get the fuck //out!//" she cries, and before you can stop her, she //hurls// the book straight at the doorway! (set:$sub=1)(set:$dom=0) [[Continue|INTRO 2]]]]

After a blistering round of smacks, Mrs. Boswick roughly casts her daughter off her lap. Gwen hops forward, clutching her raw-red backside and whinging. Abgigail is grinning from ear to ear as her sister gets scolded for rubbing. "Go face the corner, Gwendelyn, and keep your //hands// on your //head//!" Miserably, the older sister obeys as the younger titters quietly behind her hand. "(print:$name), you're next," Mrs. Boswick demands. She pats her lap sternly, eyeing you with a look that //dares// you to protest. You open your mouth -- but then think better of it. An instant later, you're unbuttoning your pants and pulling then down your legs. "Underwear //too//," Mrs. Boswick says. You bite your lip, trying not to let the humiliation of having to bare your bottom in front of Abigail show on your face as she watches, bright-eyed and grinning. You know that you're failing, even though you can't see yourself: the heat in your cheeks spreads all the way to your neck. "Over my knee -- there's a good (print:$gender)," she says. You have to climb over Abigail to get in position, and even though you lower your eyes not to see her smirking you can //feel// it there, and your face burns brighter. Mrs. Boswick sets the hairbrush down and pats your bottom soundly as you lay over her lap. Abigail clasps your ankles. "You may not need to hold too tightly, Abi -- (print:$name) is used to receiving punishments from (if:$gender is "boy")[his](else:)[her] mother." You purse your lips tightly as you feel Abigail's grip loosen. "But, unfortunately for you, (print:$name)," she says (and you hear a slight smirk in her voice, "//I've learned from the best.//" With that, she raises her hand high and brings it down with a resounding //PHLAP!// You can feel a handprint blooming on your right buttock as she raises her hand again. //THWOP!// "Ngh!" "Abigail has done //nothing// to you -- //shame on you// for teaming up with her older sister!" //THWAP! THWOP! WHAP! WHOP!// "//Gaaaahaaa//!" You can //feel// Abigail's eyes on your bottom, taking in the sight as it //ripples// beneath the hard smacks. The spanking continues until your entire backside is glowing and rosey. You sniffle, teary-eyed from the //injustice// of it all, as you hear Mrs. Boswick say: "Abigail, please hand me the hairbrush." Abigail readily obeys. //CRACK!// "Owwwwwww!" //THWOCK!// "//Aiiiiieeeeeeaaha!// P-Please, Mrs. Boswick -- I'm //sorry!//" "It's not //me// you should be apologizing to," Mrs. Boswick says simply as she winds up for another powerful //smack//. "It's //Abigail.//" //THWOCK!// The impact of the hairbrush against your cheeks is //explosive// -- you can feel your bottom //roiling,// feel the oval-shaped welt //rising// on your sit-spots as you wail and brace uselessly. Abigail holds your ankles tighter now, and you redden even further still as you imagine what she's able to //see// from back there: (if:$gender is "boy")[your cock, still half-hardened from the arousal of watching Gwen's spanking, is dangling between Mrs. Boswick's thighs and hers](else:)[your puffy nether-lips show each time you wriggle] and you feel a draft against your //backdoor// every time you unclench. You feel a different stinging, now, as tears start to well up in your eyes. //THWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!// On and on, Mrs. Boswick punishes your poor bottom with hard hairbrush swats until your backside is practically as crimson as Gwen's (although it would be //impossible// to acheive //that// level of painful crimson from just //one// spanking alone). At last, you're ordered off her lap and into the corner, and you stumble (with your underwear still around your ankles) as you try to get up quickly while showing as little of yourself to Abigail as possible. Judging by her delighted expression, you're not very successful. "Both of you will serve your cornertime //downstairs// in front of the living room window. "B-But //mom!//" "//Do you want to go back over my knee?//" Gwen's mouth puckers shut. "I want the whole neighborhood to see your red bottoms. Maybe then you'll //think// next time you try to pick on your younger sister when I'm not looking!" With that, the two of you -- still pantsless -- are miserably marched downstairs. [[Continue|BOTH IN CORNERTIME]]

With Abigail holding her feet in place and her hands gripping the chair legs from dear life, Gwen can hardle wriggle as the hairbrush sounds out against her bare backside. Her most intimate places are on full display, and each time the brush lands -- //THWOCK!// -- you and Abigail glimpse the asterisk between her reddening (now //purpling//) cheeks. "//Ngggh!// AAAHOWW! M-Mom! //Please!// Owwwwwwwwieeeee!" poor Gwen exclaims, bottom bouncing as the brush claps down. //THWOCK! WHACK! THWACK!// "Make sure you hold tightly, Abi," Mrs. Boswick says as Gwen howls and squirms. Then, adding with exaggerated annoyance: "I wouldn't want Gwen to hit you a //second// time." "Yes, mom," Abi says pleasantly. //THWOCK! WHOCK! THWOCK! WHOCK!// "//IT HUUUUUUUUURTS!//" Gwen screams, her face red from the strain of holding still as the wallops rained down. Her blistered bottom is, by now, marked all over with crimson welts that will be bruises by tomorrow. "//Owwwwwwwwwahaaaaaaa!//" "Watch me carefully, Abi," Mrs. Boswick says, ignoring her oldest daughter's cries, "because I'm giving this brush to you next." "//Really?//" Abigail says, wide-eyed. "//WHAT?!//" Gwen exclaims in alarm. "M-Mom -- you //can't// be serious!!" "I most certainly //am//," Mrs. Boswick says before delivering another //smack// to Gwen's sit spot. "You hit your sister, so it's only fair that //she// gets to punish you. Right, Abigail?" Abigail looks like she's just won the younger sister lottery. She nods emphatically, still holding Gwen's legs in place. "Okay, mom -- if you say so!" she says. "I //do// say so. Here," she says, giving the hairbrush to Abigail and patting Gwen's swollen bottom as a signal for her to get up. Legs trembling, Gwen stares in horror as her mother switches seats with Abigail. "(print:$name), since you're the expert, you can give her some //advice// -- make sure the lesson gets through!" "M-Mom, //please//, I'm begging you," Gwen says, her hands clasped together. "I'm //really sorry// I threw the book. I-I //promise// I'll be good." Gwen looks as though she's about to throw herself to her knees. "//Please// don't let Abigail spank me. Pleaseplease//please//." But Mrs. Boswick has already made up her mind. "You'd better stop whining, or we'll take this spanking out to the front porch. Then the whole //neighborhood// can see your sister spank you -- do you want //that//?" Abigail looks as though the idea //alone// is going to start making her drool. Gwen only whimpers, casting you a last desperate //HELP-ME!// look before climbing defeatedly over her sister's knee. "I'll do my best, mom," Abigail says, tapping the hairbrush to her sister's sore behind. She glances over her shoulder at you, flashing you a grin. //I would **not** want to be Gwen right about now...// [[Continue|ADVICE 1]]

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"I think you should give Gwen's bottom two minutes to recover," you say. All three of the Boswick women look up at you in surprise. Gwen's eyes are hopeful and large, while her mother's are narrowed and suspicious. "You're suggesting a //break//?" she says sharply. "You //do// realize this is a //punishment,// don't you?" "I do, Mrs. Boswick. Which, respectfully, is why I'm suggesting a two minute break," you reply. "It's actually the //best// way to make a spanking set in." Abigail's eyebrows quirk curiously, and Gwen's face falls. "See, if you spank hard without any breaks, eventually, Gwen's bottom will be numb -- then, the spanks may be causing bruises, but they aren't causing any pain. By letting her backside recover for a little bit, you make sure she can still //feel// the spanks -- in the end, the punishment will hurt far worse." Mrs. Boswick tilts her head, thoughtfully considering this. Abigail's face breaks out in a grin. Finally, Gwen's mom speaks: "Alright, then -- here, (print:$name), you take Gwen's legs and I'll get the egg timer. You can hold her in place during the next round of spanking. Abigail, I want you to be //sure// she feels these next ones, understand?" "Yes, mom," Abigail replies obediently. You and Mrs. Boswick switch places, and for just a minute, you and the sisters are alone in the room: Gwen, barebottomed, lying across Abigail's lap with you holding her feet. A moment of silence passes, and you can practically //hear// Abigail's grin widening. Gwen mutters beneath her breath -- just loud enough for you to hear -- "//Thanks a freakin' lot.//" Mrs. Boswick returns, sets the egg timer, and chats pleasantly with you and Abigail while Gwen's bottom //recovers.// "Oh, yes, I daresay Mr. Boswick just might have something to say to her when he gets home from work. Who would have thought it -- just last month, I'd never spanked my daughters, and now my eldest is getting it from the //whole family//!" Gwen whimpers helplessly as she watches the dial of the egg timer make its slow spin, each second ticking dramatically away before finally //bzzzzing//, sounding out her doom. Mrs. Boswick picks up the ringing timer and turns it off with a twist. Then, she hands Abigail the hairbrush. "Now then, Abigail -- let's see you make these count!" Abigail happily takes the brush, and her sister tries (unsuccessfully) to hide her reddening face. "Ready?" Abigail says. And before the older sister can respond, the first few //cracks// of the hairbrush on Gwen's behind are sounding out through the room. //THWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!//(set:$soreness=$soreness+1) [[Continue|ADVICE 3]]

**//THWOCK! WHOCK! WHACK!//** Gwen's bottom roils. The marks of the hairbrush on her sit spots and buttocks are purplish, now, and tears are spilling down her cheeks. **//WHOCK! THWOCK! WHACK!//** "//HHNNNGGAAHA! OWWWW! OWWWIEEEEHAAA --`*`hic!`*` -- AAHAAAOWWWWW!//" You hold Gwen's feet tightly as she's reduced to a blubbering mess, her ruby-red bottom a glowing hot mass of welts. At this point in her punishment, poor Gwen can't even properly hold her thighs together to protect the small dignity she had left: you can see //everything// from your vantage point, and so can her sadistic sister. The only red darker than her bottom, at this point, is her blushing face. //**FWOCK! FWOCK! THWOCK! WHACK!**// But just then, as you're being mesmerizing by the dancing of Gwen's heinie under the rhymic //cracks// of the hairbrush, your grip slackens -- just enough -- that Gwen, after a particularly agonizing //spank//, manages to wriggle free and break out of position! She kicks one socked-foot up, toes curled, and her leg falls off your laps. "//GAAHAAAAOWW! PUH-PLEEEEASE! NO MOOOOORE!// "//Gwendelyn Anne Boswick!!//" Mrs. Boswick's voice is as loud and brutal as a whip, and when she cracks it Gwen goes suddenly silent with fear. "What did I //tell// you about moving?!" "I-I c-c-couldn't h-h-help it!" Gwen wails pitifully. But Mrs. Boswick is not in a pitying mood. "Looks like we're going to have to try a different approach. Abigail, bring her over to the bed." Confused, Gwen lets her sister guide her to the bed. Her face is shiny with tears and her breath is coming in sharp hiccups and gasps. "I-Is it over?" she asks hopefully. "Certainly //not//," Mrs. Boswick says, scandalized. "No -- we're going to try a technique (print:$name)'s mother suggested for when naughty girls can't //stay in position//. (print:$name), if you could, please take Gwen's ankles and spread them apart about three feet." You obey. Gwen's last remaining shred of dignity vanishes as her nether lips are bared to the room, and you see that she's shaved down there, and rather recently. Abigail raises her eyebrows at the sight of her sister's privates, and Gwen groans, utterly defeated. A moment later, her last remaining shred of privacy vanishes as well as her mother commands Abigail to remove her shirt. Now she's bend over the bed, //completely// naked other than her ankle socks. Her bright red bottom is like a blistered beacon. Mrs. Boswick leaves the room and returns mere seconds later holding a //mean// looking leather strap. The second she sees it, Gwen starts to desperately plead. "//Noooooo!// Mom, no, not the strap! //Please// don't spank me with that! I can't //take iiiiiit!//" There's not //question// of the sincerety -- one look at her marbled-crimson backside is enough to be certain of that. But Mrs. Boswick only says: "//I'm// not going to do anything. Abigail is handling this punishment -- //she'll// decide what you can take." With that, she hands the strap to her youngest daughter. "Here, Abigail -- aim for //here//, the inner thigh." She points to the last remaining pale spots on Gwen's well-spanked haunches. Then, Mrs. Boswick's eyes sparkle as she adds: "//And don't forget to snap the wrist!//" [[Continue|FINAL SPANKING 1]]

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Gwen swallows hard, trembling in place as you hold her feet. She clenches her buttocks together, making her puffy privates wink. "Mommy, puh-please! No more! My b-...//bottom// can't take it!" "Oh, but your sister won't be spanking your //bottom//," her mother says. "This belt is for spanking your //thighs//." "//Wh-What?//" Abigail has to bite back a smirk as she taps the heavy, folded belt against her sister's inner thigh. Gwen's flesh is as pale and smooth as a fish's belly. In her exposed position, she can feel the cool air tickling her nethers. She swallows hard again, choking back a sob of humiliation as Abigail lines up her first stroke. Just from watching as her sister pulls back for the stroke, you //know// Gwen is going to be feeling //this one// for a looooooooong time. //**THWOCK!**// "//GHAAAAAAAHAAAAOWWWW!//" The sound of the belt cracking against her thigh, wrapping around it with a furious sting, resonates through the room. //**WHOCK!**// "//AAAHAAAAAOWWWW!//" The mark left by the belt is already rosey-red -- Gwen's feet jerk in your clutch, but she can't escape. //**FWOCK! THWOCK! FWOCK! THWOCK!**// As Abigail picks up the pace, poor Gwen begins to blubber and wail. Just a few strokes from the belt have left her thighs looking almost as dark red as her bottom: the area, of course, is more tender, especially the sensitive space just where her thighs meet at her sex -- every time Abigail gets close to it, Gwen bucks like a mule. //**THWOCK!**// "WAAAHAAAOWW!" //**THWOCK!**// "I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYY//YYY!//" //**FWOCK!**// Gwen gasps, then starts to loudly sob. Her shoulders rock almost as much as her buttocks as another //crack// of the belt lands, jolting her forward and leaving an even //darker// red stripe. //**THWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!**// At this point, every //smack// is like the snap of a billowing sail, and poor Gwen's once-white backside is deep magenta all up and down her buttocks and thighs. Between wet, hiccuping sobs, the older sister starts to plead. (color:green)[**What should Gwen offer?**] [[To clean Abi's room for a month]<1| [To do all of Abi's chores this week]<2| [To wet her bottom for a spanking]<yes| [To give Abi her favorite clothes]<3| [To do all of Abi's homework this term]<4|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)[You struggle to hold Gwen's feet in place as stroke after pounding stroke falls. Finally, as Abigail goes to adjust her grip on the belt, Gwen twists to look over her shoulder. "P-Please, Abi! If you stop s-spanking me -- //I'll clean your room for a month!//" Abigail pauses to consider this. She strokes her chin as though deep in thought. "Hmmm..." She looks around at Gwen's unkempt bookshelves and messy desk. "Yeah, I think I'll pass. I'm cleaner than you are, anyway!" She looks back at Gwen's bruised bottom, spread out and hot like freshbaked cranberry scones on a tray. "No, you're not getting out of this one //that// easily!//(set:$option=1) Gwen moans, and Abigail pulls her arms back for the spanking to continue! [[Continue|FINAL SPANKING 2]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)[Gwen moans and writhes, her rosebud winking at you as she howls. Finally, as Abigail goes to adjust her grip on the belt, Gwen twists to look over her shoulder. "//A-Abi!// If y-you stop spanking me I'll...//I'll do all your chores for a week!//" (set:$option=2) Abigail stops to consider this, the heavy belt at her side. She looks from her mother to Gwen's bruised bottom and then back again. "Honestly, I don't procrastinate with my chores //nearly// as long as you do. I'd hate to get in trouble because //you'd// put something off." She admires Gwen's spread cheeks, dark red as mountain cherries. "No, I think I'll pass." Gwen sniffles, and Abigail pulls her arms back for the spanking to continue! [[Continue|FINAL SPANKING 2]]]]{ }(click:?3)[(replace:?choice)[As the //thwocks// continue to sound out through the neighborhood -- no doubt a subject of curious conversation throughout the cul-de-sac -- Gwen splutters and wails. Finally, as Abigail goes to adjust her grip on the belt, Gwen twists to look over her shoulder. "//E-Enough!// I promise, I'll be a good sister from n-now on -- y-...you can even go through my closet and take //anything you want//!" Abigail thinks on this as heat pours off her sister's reddened thighs and cheeks. Every inch of poor, naked Gwen is on display, twitching as she holds out hope for Abigail's reply...but finally, the younger sister shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. You and I have different styles -- your clothes don't really suit me. Besides -- you've got a bigger butt!" Even Mrs. Boswick has to snort softly at this, especially seeing the indignant look on Gwen's tear-stained face. "No, sorry, Big Sis -- you're not getting out of this one so easy!" Gwen pouts, and and Abigail pulls her arms back for the spanking to continue!(set:$option=3) [[Continue|FINAL SPANKING 2]]]]{ }(click:?4)[(replace:?choice)[Gwen's thigh spanking continues until her inner thighs are completely ruby red, and every inch of her backside is throbbing and hot. Finally, as Abigail goes to adjust her grip on the belt, Gwen twists to look over her shoulder. "A-Abigail!" she exclaims desperately, panting hard. "I-If you stop spanking me, I'll -- //I'll do your homework for a month!//" Abigail raises her eyebrows. "Big //sister//," she says disapprovingly. "You can't do that -- that would be //cheating//!" She clucks her tongue as she lines up the belt again. "Looks like //someone// needs to learn a lesson about //academic integrity//. All Gwen can do is grit her teeth as Abigail pulls her arms back for the spanking to continue!(set:$option=4) [[Continue|FINAL SPANKING 2]]]]{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?choice)[And so, Gwen's thigh spanking carries on, sounding out through the room and rattling the windows down the street. Gwen's howling and pleading and carrying on soon devolves into incomprehensible blubbering as //spank// after merciless //spank// is beaten out across her backside. Soon, her thighs, are just as dark red as her bottom! Finally, Abigail is readjusting her grip again when Gwen says something into the duvet of the mattress. Her voice is muffled, but still clear enough that it makes Abigail pause. "What was that, big sister?" Gwen looks up from the duvet, biting her bottom lip. Her make-up is smudged all around her eyes and streaked in dark lines down her cheeks. Her hair is mussed, and her face is dark scarlet to the tips of her ears. Her bottom lip quivers as she says: "I-I...I said..." She swallows hard, closing her eyes. "...I said, //please go b-back to spanking my bottom.// W-With the hairbrush." Abigail places a hand on her hip. "//Wow//," she says, amazed. "The belt must //really hurt// if you want me to go back to spanking your butt again." Gwen nods miserably. "But that must mean the thigh spanking is //getting through.//" Panicked, Gwen looks back. "P-Please! I-I'll even wet my bottom, like (print:$name) did!" At the mention of your name, all eyes go back to you. Abigail considers this. She looks to her mother. "Mom? What do you think?" Mrs. Boswick raises her hand. "You're in charge of the punishment, Abigail," she says. "But," she adds, "if Gwen is offering to take a hairbrush spanking on her wet bottom, I'd say you may have finally taught her a lesson." Abigail smiles proudly. She turns back to her sister and sets the belt aside. "Okay, Gwen. I want you to wet your bottom and then meet me downstairs for the rest of your spanking. //Don't// put your top back on -- you aren't allowed to wear any clothes for the rest of the night. "//What??//" Gwen looks pleadingly at her mother, but Mrs. Boswick only gives her a warning //Do as your told//-type glare. She heaves a defeated sigh, then gets up to go and wet her bottom for the final part of her punishment... [[Continue|SUCCESS]]]]

And so, Gwen's thigh spanking carries on, sounding out through the room and rattling the windows down the street. Gwen's howling and pleading and carrying on soon devolves into incomprehensible blubbering as //spank// after merciless //spank// is beaten out across her backside. Soon, her thighs, are just as dark red as her bottom! Finally, Abigail is readjusting her grip again when Gwen says something into the duvet of the mattress. Her voice is muffled, but still clear enough that it makes Abigail pause. "What was that, big sister?" Gwen looks up from the duvet, biting her bottom lip. Her make-up is smudged all around her eyes and streaked in dark lines down her cheeks. Her hair is mussed, and her face is dark scarlet to the tips of her ears. Her bottom lip quivers as she says: "I-I...I said..." She swallows hard, closing her eyes. "...I said, //please go b-back to spanking my bottom.// W-With the hairbrush." Abigail places a hand on her hip. "//Wow//," she says, amazed. "The belt must //really hurt// if you want me to go back to spanking your butt again." Gwen nods miserably. "But that must mean the thigh spanking is //getting through.//" Panicked, Gwen looks back. "P-Please! I-I'll even wet my bottom, like (print:$name) did!" At the mention of your name, all eyes go back to you. Abigail considers this. She looks to her mother. "Mom? What do you think?" Mrs. Boswick raises her hand. "You're in charge of the punishment, Abigail," she says. "But," she adds, "if Gwen is offering to take a hairbrush spanking on her wet bottom, I'd say you may have finally taught her a lesson." Abigail smiles proudly. She turns back to her sister and sets the belt aside. "Okay, Gwen. I want you to wet your bottom and then meet me downstairs for the rest of your spanking. //Don't// put your top back on -- you aren't allowed to wear any clothes for the rest of the night. "//What??//" Gwen looks pleadingly at her mother, but Mrs. Boswick only gives her a warning //Do as your told//-type glare. "Or would you rather your thigh-spanking continue?" The older sister heaves a defeated sigh, looks mournfully at you and Abigail, and then obediently gets up to go and wet her bottom for the final part of her punishment... [[Continue|SUCCESS]]

As you and Gwen stand in cornertime, your bare bottoms facing the window, you hear Mrs. Boswick telling Abigail that she's going out for some shopping. "Watch these two, and make sure they don't rub." "I will, mom." As soon as the door shuts behind her mother, Abigail plops down on the living room couch with an enormous grin. "So, have you two learned your lesson?" "//Shut up, brat,//" Gwen hisses. "Oh, I wouldn't talk to me that way," Abigail taunts. "Mom wouldn't like it if she heard you were picking on your younger sister." Abigail crosses her legs and looks up at the ceiling, deep in thought. "...you know...I wonder if mom would ever let //me// spank you." "In your //dreams//!" Gwen spits out. You give Abigail what you hope is an intimidating look...But it's hard to look like you're in charge when you're mooning the entire neighborhood with your warm, freshly spanked bottom. You and Gwen glance side-eyed at each other, and it's practically like looking in a mirror. Hands on head, elbows out, faces flushed, eyes shiny with tears... "Don't be so sure," Abigail says. "It seems to me like mom might need a hand in disciplining you." She grins fiercely. "Hey (print:$name) -- maybe you can help //me// learn how to spank just like you did for //mom!//" Gwen seethes, and you groan. But there's nothing either of you can do but watch the egg timer as it ticks your cornertime away... [[Continue|GAME OVER]](set:$ending=3)

(if:$ending is 4)[All three of you freeze in silent shock. Gwen is standing, slack-jawed, with the egg timer in her hand. You and Abigail are tangled up together on the bed. For a few moments -- each of which feels like an //eternity// -- no one moves or speaks. Then, at last, time seems to start again... And Gwen's tear-stained face breaks into grin. "Well, well, //well//. What do we have //here//?" ##(color:yellow)[TO BE CONTINUED...] (color:yellow)[**What happens now? Will Gwen get her revenge? Stay tuned and find out in the next installment of //The Belt on the Door//!**]](else:)[(if:$ending is 1 or 2)[As you leave the Boswick residence that afternoon with the image of Gwen's bright red bottom still in your mind, you find yourself whistling happily. You've seen //plenty// of Gwen for one day....Still, you can't help but glance back over your shoulder at the view through the living room window, where poor Gwen stands, bare-bottomed and sore, on full display for the neighborhood to see. //That Abigail is a force to be reckoned with,// you think to yourself. You scratch your chin, considering: //I wonder what will happen if **she** gets in trouble -- will Mrs. Boswick let Gwen spank **her**?// One thing is for sure, you think as you close the door behind you with a grin: you'll be going back to the Boswick's house to find out!](else-if:$ending is 3)[As you leave the Boswick residence that afternoon, walking stiffly and rubbing your bright red bottom beneath your jeans, you pout angrily, eyes fixed on the pavement. //It's bad enough I still get spanked at home,// you think bitterly. //Now I get spanked at my neighbor's house **too**?!// You can feel the eyes of the neighborhood on you as you fumble with the key. "//Owwwww...//" you whine bitterly, rubbing with both hands all the way up the stairs. Your mom isn't home yet, and an bolt of panic bursts through you as you imagine what might happen when your mother learns about what happened at your neighbor's. //Am I going to get spanked **again**?!// You wince miserably as you pass your mother's door and see the belt in its usual place...//God, I hope not...// One thing is for sure, as you shut your bedroom door behind you with a sniffle: it's going to be a while before I go visit Gwen again!] ##(color:yellow)[THE END] (color:yellow)[**Thank you for waiting so long for this story to be finished! This is not the only ending, so definitely try playing through again to see more :) Stay tuned for the next installment of //The Belt on the Door//!**]] [[Play again?|INTRO 1]]

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