*Knock, knock!*

“Come.”

Millie opened the door and walked in. “Am I bothering you?”

From her seat at the desk beneath the window, Maggie looked up and smiled. “Nooo! I... I was just writing on my blog, nothing important.” She quickly dried her slightly flushed, tear-streaked face.

“Yeah Dad told me.” Millie closed the door and walked in. “I kinda wanted to know if we could talk, after... well you know.” Maggie blushed a few more shades of red on her already flushed face. “I’m sorry that I heard everything,” said Millie. “You know, it’s hard not to.”

“Y-yeah I know... I mean, I hear April when she gets it, but... ooh well you’d even seen me spanked earlier,” she shrugged. “I got nothing to hide anyway.”

Millie giggled as she leaned on the desk and looked at her sister. “I was kinda wondering what it feels like and stuff, you know. Not the spanking. I mean, you. How you feel like getting it, and... well, and that’s it.” She blushed a little too.

Though it wouldn’t show much, Maggie was totally happy to be asked for her point of view for a change instead of being given someone else’s. She got up from her chair and trotted to the bed, gesturing for Millie to follow.

“Well it’s not like I enjoy it,” Maggie started, looking at the ceiling, “far from that. But you know, it’s so good to have someone who cares. I can’t believe I missed out on this for my whole life.”

“That I can understand,” said Millie. “But are you sure that after all you went through you want to go through this too? I mean, isn’t it too hard to bear it?”

“Tell you what...” Maggie crossed her legs on the bed, and the movement made her wince as her well-spanked bottom brushed the comforter. “I’m not that scared of pain. I hate it but I understand its value for the punishment. And then... I know it’s silly so don’t tell me it’s silly okay?... I’d do just anything for Mum and Dad to be happy with me again.”

Millie nodded. That was exactly what she was afraid of, one of the sceptical thoughts floating in her head. “Meg, it’s not like you have to please them at all costs... they’ll love you anyway, you know?”

“Oh yes I do but I love them so much that I hate to disappoint them. Don’t you hate to upset the ones you love?” she wondered, arching her eyebrows.

Once again Millie couldn’t help but see how immature Maggie could be sometimes, for a girl her age. “Yes I do,” she replied none less. “And don’t get me wrong: I agreed to the deal and know that spankings will be there... it just kinda shocked me to see how hard it is and how you reacted, is all.”

Suddenly Maggie’s hands flew to her mouth. “How’d I react? What’d I say?”

“Oh no nothing bad!” Millie quickly corrected herself. “I mean how hard you cried...”

Maggie pouted: “I know, I’m a cry-baby.”

“... nah... and how you hugged them and got all sweet after the spanking. That struck me as illogical, you know. I’d have expected you to be upset.”

“Well, I was. But not to them. To myself.”

Millie nodded. She had followed a few courses in Psychology at her college before steering towards History, her current major. Being remissive is both a defence and a lifestyle for certain people who accuse themselves by default, sometimes despite clear evidence of the contrary. That was quite shocking to Millie, who did try to be accommodating but started from the premise that neither she nor her interlocutor were right or wrong. In Maggie she saw much of what she’d studied: not necessarily submissive, but remissive, yes. After all, she wondered, how high can a girl’s self esteem be after all she’s gone through?

“... and getting spanked helps you feel better with yourself too, so,” Millie said.

“Yep. Not ‘cause I feel guilty or anything... okay, I do... but only if caught.” And this time she hid her face in her hands, making Millie giggle.

“Oh well, if it helps... I guess it’s okay. I just hope it will for me too. I think I’ll kinda have doubts till I try it out... which I hope won’t happen... well, it doesn’t happen often to you or April anyway, does it.”

At that, Maggie looked away – and blushed some more.

“Uh oh...”

“I... well...” Maggie stuttered. “It all depends on how often is ‘often’ to you.”

“That doesn’t sound good at all, Meg,” Millie winced on the bed.

“I knowwww!” The pretty teen bit her lower lip. Then, in an undertone as though she feared of  being heard through the thin walls, she added: “Well, April got it six times since she’s here.”

“And that’s been... how long? Six months?”

“Five. We moved in the same week.”

“Okay. Doesn’t sound awfully often.”

“Yeah... but me...” She sighed, and before even she realised it, she’d leaned forward and placed her forehead on Maggie’s lap, half-faking desperation. “I got it twenty-three times,” she mumbled.

Millie’s first reaction was involuntary: a gasp, and her jaw dropping. How could one earn 23 spankings in the first place? And in five months?! She made a quick calculation.

“That’s... that’s once a week. Plus today’s two.” Millie nodded. “Oh my! I... I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She was about to say that ‘not even a child is spanked once a week’, but didn’t.

The blonde girl looked up and said: “See, I’m not a good girl.”

Millie sighed and gently snapped her fingers on her sister’s nose. Maggie yelped but smiled too.

“I think you are... but... gee. Once a week is... it’s wow!”

“More like ‘ow’.”

“No kidding! Please, please, ooh please tell me that they weren’t all like the one Mum gave you in the living room!...”

Maggie shook her head. “No, they weren’t.” Millie exhaled. “Some were worse.”

“What?!”

“Knew that’d get your attention!” Maggie giggled. “Jokes aside, yes, a few were worse. Mostly not though. Just you make sure you never, EVER do anything that will get you Daddy’s belt on the bare bummy.” Her face contorted in a grimace at the unpleasant memory.

“I...” Millie tried to voice what she was thinking, though it wasn’t easy with such a dry mouth. “I’ll make sure I don’t.”

“Good for you. Ask April, she’ll tell you the same thing.”

Millie gulped. “Sh-she too?”

Maggie nodded. “Same evening as I. We’d been so stupid.”

“What had you done?”

“Err... we...” There was shame on her face. “... kinda... got our driver’s licenses suspended...”

“What?!” Millie exploded before she could help it. Maggie instinctively covered her ears with her hands and duck her head, as though waiting to be smacked or something. She looked kinda funny like that, and Millie calmed down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just so... well, it’s scary. You got into an accident or whatever? Were you okay?”

“N-not exactly an accident, you see,” said Maggie in a small voice, “but April was coming back from her school and I was coming back from my school and we met at the flashlight just one block from here, and the roads were deserted, and she dared me to get home before she did, and I knew it was wrong but I still accepted ‘cuz I kinda didn’t wanna look weak, and I can drive well anyway. So we sped home and...” she paused just so she could breathe, “... there was a cop right around the bend, and so, well, busted! Big time.”

Millie listened, her jaw dropped. She would never dare to do such a thing – but that would be mostly because she was afraid to drive any faster than 40 kph. “So what’d you do then?”

“Wellllll we didn’t say about ‘Mum and Dad’ and stuff. You know, kinda not a good idea. And we weren’t minors anyway... I’d had my birthday the week earlier!” Maggie blushed again. “So we got a fine, and our licenses removed for two months. We just got ‘em back.”

“Betcha Mum and Dad were pissed off.”

Maggie shuddered. “You have no idea. Mum yelled our ears off when we told her, because she’s always so concerned and every morning she tells us not to speed... wait until tomorrow at breakfast, she’s gonna tell you too... and so it was like uber disappointing to her. I was so sad I wanted to cry. Well, no, I was crying way before that. Ever since the cop started questioning us, actually.” Another blush. “But April was so stupid to argue with Dad and that got him pretty upset.”

Millie listened intently, now biting her lower lip. She knew perfectly well how the story would end, but that didn’t make it any less enthralling, or any less scary.

“It was the first and only time we were sent off to our room ‘until we’re ready to deal with you’.” Maggie’s face got all sad from remembering that. “It’s because they were really, really, really, really mad at us and wouldn’t even want to look at us, I know.”

“Or maybe ‘cause they didn’t want to spank you in anger.”

Maggie shrugged. “Maybe. Oh well. I think I cried myself to sleep waiting for them, but I don’t remember. I remember the footsteps and then Mum came in, while Dad collected April and they all came to my room. I knew we were doomed but didn’t say stuff and just said I’m sorry and I won’t do it again and all that. Not that it worked...” she added in a whisper.

“Was it then that they told you you’d be spanked?”

“Yes it was,” Maggie nodded. “Daddy unfolded his belt and told us, and by then I was crying really hard because I’d got the belt once already and I was scared stupid. I don’t know what April felt like but I can tell you she went white, big time.”

“Then what happened?”

A long sigh. “Mum had us stand and told us to pull down our pants and panties and take them off. April argued a little but then did it, and I did it too but my hands were kinda numb so Mum had to practically bare me like she always does. Then we lay on my bed, me at the end of the bend and April with her chest right there where you’re sitting.”

Sure enough, Millie looked at the comforter and shifted her weight as though she’d stepped on something. Maggie giggled at that.

“Yeah... well, it’s... kind of impressive,” said Millie. “Please go ahead though!”

“Okayyyyy but it’s so embarrassing!” Maggie said. “Surrrre you wanna hear it?”

“Nuh huh,” Millie shook her head, “but it’s better if I hear it, I guess. I want to know what to avoid. Know your enemy and all that.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right... There ain’t much to tell anyway. Daddy walked behind us as he lectured us on responsibility and danger, and Mum sat on the bed holding our hands. Then the whipping started and... oh boy!! The belt was thick and so heavy and it felt like it split my bottom in the horizontal side too and cut its way inside. And that’s with every smack, I mean! I was screaming bloody murder right from the start. And just a few lashes after me, April was bawling too.”

“Really...?” Millie asked. She had suddenly paled too.

“Yeah, and you know she’s very resistant and stuff.”

“I’ve seen her cut her finger with a knife and bandage it and hardly wince!” Millie exclaimed, recalling one of the rare occasions when the girls had seen each other before she moved in.

“No kidding! But it’s a different pain and the belt is just so awful, Mil, it’s the worstest worst of worst! Believe me, you don’t want to get whipped with it... especially since Daddy does it so hard. Mum said he gave less than thirty each but I don’t believe her. I’m sure it was 976!!” She smiled a little. “Nah well but that was the feeling anyway. I never cried so hard, I thought I was going to faint, and April told me she thought the same. Mummy and Daddy said that they wouldn’t tolerate another crime, because that was a real crime and stuff. I felt miserable enough without them reminding me of that, thank you very much.” She pouted a little.

Millie allowed herself to exhale, and she found herself coughing instead. She was so focused on the horrific tale that she’d forgotten to breathe. And to think that Maggie’s hairbrushing that afternoon had been messy and chaotic... she could only wonder how that belting could have looked like. And sounded like, too!

“Betcha your bummy was all red,” Millie said, not really wanting to sound that childish but not being able to help it. Was Maggie’s everyday regression affecting her somehow??

The blonde girl didn’t answer. She caught a deep breath instead, and rose from the bed. Down came her pj bottoms again, and she turned around and held the shirt well up. Her bare, well-spanked globes came into full view and Millie blinked.

“I... whoa... it didn’t look like that this afternoon...”

“Yeah I know. It’s because a little time has passed, and then Daddy spanked me again.” Maggie sighed heavily. She redressed quickly and sat again, closer to Millie. The older girl instinctively hugged her, and Meg snuggled up. “Well it was much worse after the belt!”

“Was not!”

“Was too! It’s kinda different though. I mean, it’s a different pattern and stuff. You see the stripes. Well I saw the stars too!” and she dissolved in laughter.

Millie did too. “Aww well... I’m so sorry about that, lil sis. Don’t say you didn’t deserve a spanking for getting your driver’s license suspended, though.”

Maggie got all serious again and nodded eagerly. “I deserved every smack I got. But I sure didn’t think that back then!”

“Yeah I guess...”

Not knowing what else to add, and after a few moments’ silence, Millie reached over and kissed her sister’s forehead. Cuddly as she was, Maggie gave in to the hug and purred happily. She liked to be held, especially from ‘grownups’, and average-sized Millie was a good six inches taller than she!

“It’s getting late now,” Millie stated after a while.

“Yeah. I’m tired. I don’t wanna write in the blog anymore now.”

“Aww I’m sorry.”

“No! I love talking to you!” Maggie erupted. “You’re so cool and you love me and stuff. And then I really only write there when I’m alone and stuff.”

“Okay then. Goodnight... and pleeeeease try not to get in trouble in the coming days okay?”

Maggie gave her a cute grin that said “yeah right”. Millie rolled her eyes, smiled and walked out of her room.

She was tired and starting to feel sleepiness sting her eyes, but she wasn’t ready to turn in just yet. Maggie’s words reminded her of how April had been embarrassed at being reminded of the spanking she’d got ‘last Sunday’. Millie hadn’t found the time to dwell on that and hadn’t asked her ‘sister’, but now, with all that talk of spanking behind her, she was growing more and more curious of her sisters’ unfortunate tales.

“Hey I’ve got to have the inside scoops to know what’s going to happen to me...” she muttered to herself as her feet brought her towards April’s room at the other end of the corridor. “... or to know what to avoid anyway...”

And taking a deep breath, she knocked on April’s door.

– End of Part Three –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

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