"F – A – L – C – O – N – S! Falcons!!!"

The twelve cheerleaders sat back on the grass as their coach shook her head and frowned.

"No, no, no, no!" Ms. Carlson exclaimed.

It was the tenth time that day they had tried out the very same choreography, and registered ten failures. At least, failures according to their strict coach and choreographer, not to mention former cheerleader at the New Haven High School in Springfield, Illinois. One of those prom queens who couldn’t find another job and went back to the one place where she was someone: her old school.

To thirteen-year-old Grace Harris, on the other hand, it looked as though the old hag was just never satisfied with anything. She had much better things to do – like teasing those boys sitting over there watching the tryouts – than stay there all afternoon rehearsing things she knew they were doing alright already, so why bother with it? After all, at the upcoming game – when the New Haven Falcons would challenge the Glen Oak Spears in the amateur high school football championship final – the crowd would be watching the players, not the cheerleaders.

"You are uncoordinated and messy," Ms. Carlson barked, "especially you, Harris! Where is your mind today?"

Probably still on those boys trying to peek under her skirt, something Grace didn’t mind at all. And then there were a couple which were just so hot!

"Right here with you, Ms. Carlson," the girl flashed her with the cutest smile she could gather. "I’m paying attention."

"Sure doesn’t look like it. And you, Christensen, why don’t..."

As the old hag Carlson kept on blubbering about perfection in choreography, Grace couldn’t but look around at those few people sitting in the crowds and watching the tryouts. One of them was Rebecca, her big sister, nineteen years old and always tailing her everywhere she went. Another way to look at it was that their parents wanted Rebecca to "look after the baby", something that Grace just couldn’t bear. Not that she had a choice anyway. She would often complain, but to no avail, and as time passed, pissing off her big sister proved to be a rather amusing past-time.

Often Grace would give her hell in just every possible way, throwing tantrums and questioning her every decision just to get on her nerves, and Rebecca barely tolerated that by now. But there was nothing she could do, oh no: Little Gracie was mummy’s and daddy’s jewel, she could do whatever she wanted, no questions asked. Grace was pretty, Grace did good in school, Grace was always right, Grace was so kind to everyone... no-one really knew what kind of a heartless little bitch she really was, and whenever Rebecca tried to reason with her parents, she had to take the blame for unjustly complaining about such an angel child.

At long last Ms. Carlson dismissed the girls, who started picking up their things from the grounds and getting ready to go home. A few of them were accompanied, while others preferred to hang out with the boys, and would probably end up in some bar to have an hamburger and soda. Grace would have loved to, but knew that Rebecca applied their parents’ rule not to "let her go astray" very carefully, and wouldn’t even allow such a thing. So, the young teenager thought as her big sister collected her own stuff and got ready to leave, she might as well have had a little itty bitty fun there and then...

"Grace, we’re running late, let’s go!" Rebecca called from the stands, already heading towards the parking lot.

"Just a second!" Grace yelled back, rolling her eyes. "Hey Matt!" she waved at the boy in the group she liked the most, a tall and muscled Junior, and a soccer player.

"Grace, didn’t you hear me?!" an exasperated Rebecca called again, but to no avail.

"How goes it, Midget?" Matt said meanwhile, using everyone’s nickname for Grace – she was only four feet six after all, and the baby of the group, and hanging around with high school boys and girls was always special for an eighth grader like her.

"C’mon," she playfully punched his arm. "Goes well. The bitch says we suck though," she faked a pout as she raised her chin to Ms. Carlson.

"Bull. You girls rock, I like your stunts."

"Really?" Grace flashed him another one of her irresistible smiles.

"Sure thing. Especially when you do that back-flip thing... you know, the one when your skirts raise."

The pretty teenager blushed and covered her mouth with a hand, but nodded. "You mean this one?" And with that, she turned around and raised the short white-and-blue striped cheerleader skirt, revealing her navy blue knickers with the school’s insignia on them.

"Yeah," said Matt, smiling from ear to ear. "Right that one."

"Kewlies," Grace said, and she did it again, much to the boy’s enjoyment.

A few other studs snickered behind him, but he hushed them with a wave of his hand and yelled something like ‘shut up, you idiots’. That didn’t go unnoticed to Grace, for it was so cool that someone like Matt was enjoying her company and even telling off his own mates for making fun of that!

"Very cool," Matt nodded. "Hey, we were going at the Red Bull, why don’t you join us? No drinking, don’t worry. Just soda and chips and all that, ya know."

"Well, I..."

"Grace can’t come," said Rebecca, appearing at her side out of nowhere and placing a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t look happy. "I told you it’s late and we have to go, can’t you listen just for once?... Hey Delaney," she said to Matt.

"Harris," Matt raised his chin at her. They had shared a few classes some years aback, before Rebecca left for college. "You alright?"

"Good enough. Grace can’t come ‘cause she’s fallen behind on her homework and needs to make up for it..."

"Becca!..."

"... and since my idiotic parents are going to blame me if her grades don’t pull up fast, she’s not coming to the Red Bull or anywhere else. The cheerleading team is enough for now, kiddo. And now, please, let’s get going!"

Now totally humiliated in front of the boy she was trying to hit on, Grace’s blush turned a deep red and she sulked. "Yeah well but it’s unfair!" she lamented.

"No prob, Midget," Matt said, tousling her hair. "Listen to your sis, or she’s gonna have a cow." He shot half a glare at Rebecca, who smirked ironically and led the young teenager away.

"Err... see ya ‘morrow!" Grace managed to say behind her shoulder before being dragged to the parking lot.

She was in for some surprise, though, because as soon as they were out of anyone’s sight and earshot, Rebecca turned around, looked at her in the eye and slapped her face with anger.

"Oww, why? What’s fucking wrong with you??"

Another slap, milder, reached Grace’s mouth, and the girl howled in pain.

"First of all, mind your language because I’ve had enough of your potty mouth," Rebecca barked, her face even more flushed than Ms. Carlson’s now. "And then, what in the world did you think you were doing, huh?"

"I... I was talking to Matt..." said a teary-eyed Grace.

"Yeah, talking and showing your butt like... like a..." Rebecca swallowed back the bad word she had in mind.

"I’m not a whore!, and... oww!" Another slap across her lips. "Stop it, you’re hurting me, I’m telling mom and dad!!" She started to whine like a baby.

"Well, know what, go ahead and tell ‘em, see if I care. But you listen to me now, little girl, and listen carefully. I’ve had ENOUGH or babying you, enough of going everywhere you go and do the stupid things you do, enough of wiping your nose when you sneeze and carrying your books, enough of making sure you don’t let the first creepy guy you meet get in your panties, you hear me? Just because mom and dad think someone needs to look after you 24/7, doesn’t mean that someone’s gotta me be!"

Silence.

"So, here’s the new deal: from now on, you stay put, calm and obedient, you keep in line and do as I say, and not the other way ‘round, do you understand me?"

"The fuck I will," Grace muttered, and then shielded her mouth from the slap which was to come... but that didn’t come.

Instead, Rebecca just threw her own books to the ground and, fingers in her hair, she yelled for all she was worth.

"I CAN’T STAND YOU ANYMORE!!" she screamed, scaring even Grace, who backed away a foot or two.

"C’mon Becca..." she muttered, understanding it was time to back off and be complacent, at least for a little bit, until this crazy girl would calm down and get off her tail. "I’ll do as you say but c’mon, it’s no biggie..."

"It’s not?! Oh, it is! I’ve had enough of you, Grace Leigh Harris, I can’t even stand the sight of you anymore, and I’d like to say ‘good, go ahead and do whatever SHIT you wanna do!’, but I can’t, because then it’ll be me to take the blame if you screw up, so you’ll do as I say from now on and that includes no going out unless your homework is finished, no swearing and most of all no flashing the boys like that!"

For a moment, Grace thought she was going to kill her right there where she stood, and her lower lip trembled in fear and humiliation. When she realised Rebecca was just having a fit, though, she felt her usual cockiness come back all at once, and reacted accordingly:

"Well it’s your fault if I get in trouble, because you’re a bad sister and a bitch and don’t preach me about boys ‘cuz you were younger than me when you let that Kevin guy screw you!"

That was the over-the-top for Rebecca Harris, whose eyes bulged so much it seemed like they would explode at any time. She had never been hurt so much in her entire life: truth did hurt, after all.

"You little useless piece of..."

But she didn’t finish the sentence. She just grabbed her books from the ground, stuffed them back in her own school bag and grabbed Grace’s wrist, pulling her hard towards her car. Rebecca was livid with anger and almost exploding, and knew perfectly well what she’d do with the child once in the car. And true enough, as soon as they reached her SUV, she swung the back door open and marched Grace in with a loud SMACK! to her behind.

"Oww!" the girl protested. "Stop hitting me, you bitch! Mom and dad will have your ass for this!"

"Maybe," Rebecca hissed, getting in the back seat too and not bothering to close the door, "but I’m gonna have yours first, little girl."

Even though she wasn’t very smart, Grace Harris understood right away that was literal, and that could only mean danger for her tush. She tried to make a run for it, opening the other door, but Rebecca grabbed her back inside and hauled the screaming, wriggling girl across her lap. She flipped up her cheerleader skirt and lost no time in crashing her hard hand down on her panty-clad bottom again and again.

"Oww! Ouch! Noooo what the hell are you doing??" smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!

"What mom and dad did with me all my life but never did to YOU, little girl!"

Rebecca’s hand fell relentlessly for twenty, thirty, forty times, smacking away furiously at her sister’s behind. The young teenager squirmed trying to get free, but even though she was quite fit for her age she could never escape her big sister’s tight grip around her waist: having worked as a teacher’s helper in a Kindergarten class, Rebecca knew very well how to immobilise children when they are trying to get away, and her experienced turned out to be useful.

"Oh God please no it hurts!" smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! "Lemme gooooooooo!!"

But there was no end. Rebecca stopped for a second, only to lower Grace’s knickers to just below her bottom, then resumed whacking away at her now bare and already bright pink bummy. She spanked for all she was worth, wearing her hand off on her little sister’s backside, while the thirteen-year-old writhed in pain and anger and struggled to get free. Her attempts were growing weaker, though, and so were Rebecca’s swats.

After the hundredth smack or so, the older girl’s right hand was completely sore and she could barely even make a fist anymore, so she paused long enough to lower the child’s knickers all the way down to her knees, and then resumed with her left hand. Grace’s tears had started to fall much earlier than that, and she was crying in earnest; the angle wasn’t ideal, true, but Grace sure wouldn’t have noticed, for her cries and shrieks renewed as more and more fire was ignited into her bottom and sit-spots.

smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!

While Rebecca focused on the tender flesh of the thighs, and while Grace stopped every attempt at an escape and just lay there bawling like a two-year-old and sucking her thumb just like one, the older of the Harris girls realised they were not alone in the parking lot anymore. A small group of four cheerleaders, all from Grace’s group, were walking by not ten feet away, heading to a nearby car. They were led by an adult woman, surely the mother of one.

Rebecca’s blood ran cold and she froze, stopping the spanking and realising for the first time what was going on. The girls stared at their friend’s now blazing-red bare bottom, jaws dropped and shocked looks on their faces. All but one, actually. The pretty redhead known as Juliana Foster just bit her lower lip and looked on with a sad, almost resigned expression on her face.

"Miss Harris," the woman said with a stern look, and Rebecca noted she had Juliana’s same red hair. "May I ask what the problem is and what is going on here?"

It was an unreal situation, and time seemed to have frozen for a second. Rebecca stared at the woman, her own mouth gaping open in disbelief, while none of the other girls dared say a word. The only sounds that could be heard were the cars passing by on the not-too-far highway, and of course the cries of a distressed Grace, who perhaps wasn’t even realising she had an audience – or was far too worried about the fire in her behind to care.

"Well, I..." Rebecca started, trying to find the words. "She was... she was sassy, and..." It was all she could come up with, and she knew right away it was sounding completely dumb. She figured Mrs. Foster calling their parents and telling them horrid stories of how their eldest was abusing their little precious by peppering her arse, and she knew SHE would get her own butt paddled hard for that, something that hadn’t happened in six years but that was bound to if only........

Lost in her miserable thoughts, Rebecca barely registered Mrs. Foster’s words: "Good. That’s what sassy little girls deserve. A good, hard spanking on their bare little bottoms, isn’t that right, Juliana?" she turned to her daughter.

"Y-yes ma’am," the girl admitted meekly, her face blushing almost as red as her hair – but surely not as red as Grace’s nether cheeks.

"We’re sorry to be interrupting you, Harris," the woman carried on as she approached her own car and unlocked the doors. "Last time I talked to your mother, I had the impression discipline was getting lax at your home... I am very happy you are proving me wrong, Rebecca. Keep up the good work. Girls, in the car, please."

Rebecca didn’t even know how long she stayed there, looking in front of her, but it sure was way after Mrs. Foster had driven away. Ironically, it was Grace to snap her back to reality, with a new, pitiful attempt at trying to get up. This time Rebecca didn’t say anything and just let her do. The young teenager’s high-pitched screams had now become soft, teary sniffles and mostly silent sobs shaking her shoulders and her entire slender frame, and for a moment Rebecca saw Grace as a little, undefended child who had just been beaten. By her. She didn’t have a clue what to say or do.

Grace was pulling up her knickers, meanwhile, grimacing as they slid back over her sore bottom. The look she gave her sister was icy and full of hatred, and Rebecca didn’t know if she would ever be able to forgive her. For that matter, she didn’t know if she would ever be able to forgive herself. She was only just starting to realise what she had done... She had let anger have the best of her, and had reversed years and years of spankings received on her little sister. All that resentment that festered somewhere inside of her had been unleashed on Grace’s bottom in a minute, without her even realising it until it was too late.

Resentment towards her parents, for having brought her up with the rod instead of the support she needed; resentment towards Grace, for being such an irritable spoiled little brat; resentment again towards her parents, for letting her have her way with everything just because she was the apple of their eye; and most of all resentment for having her, Rebecca Harris, the girl who could never be perfect no matter how hard she tried to live up to her family’s expectations, watch after the kid, while they didn’t care, and just spent evenings praising Grace for her cutesy and school accomplishments, frowning at Rebecca for every little thing she – and Grace – did wrong.

Not knowing what else to do, Rebecca slid down to the ground and leant back against the car, hung her head and cried hard in her hands. She barely even noticed Grace hugging her, and keeping her close, and crying with her.

She just wanted it all over with, and to get away from there.

"I’m... I’m sorry... Gracie... Gracie...? Sorry!..." she bawled, almost hysterical now.

"Otay," Grace conceded in a childish voice. Her anger towards her sister blocked her from saying anything else, but somehow she was realising something was wrong, and that Rebecca’s tears came from a much deeper place than hers. "Let’s go home now, ‘kay?" she whispered, trying to get her own sobs under control.

The parking lot was now deserted, they were alone. For some weird reason, Rebecca wished they could stay there forever. But she nodded and got to her feet.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Listen, I..."

"It’s okay..." Grace shrugged, drying the last of her tears.

"No it’s not, I... I..." But Rebecca didn’t know how to say what she had to say. Why, hadn’t it always been like that, with her parents, at home, at school, everywhere? No-one ever listened anyway. "I’m sorry. I guess I was trying to... hell, I don’t know what I was trying to do, but... please, please forgive me..."

"I have..."

"... and listen to me at least once in a while..."

"I will..."

"... I’ll never land a hand on you again, oh God, I promise!"

"I believe you."

Rebecca nodded, and she hugged her little sister, still crying. She lifted the Midget and just clung to her. Was she trying to "save her", to take her back on track? Was she just unleashing her frustrations on her? Was she trying to... to do what? She had no idea, and the thought was scaring her.

"I’m sorry I’m a brat."

Grace’s words came in an almost inaudible whisper, and totally unexpected, but they still felt good to hear to Rebecca. She detached from her sister and gave her a feeble smile.

"Well, some things are innate, you know?... But, please, Gracie... why do you have to be so defiant every time? Why can’t you just listen once in a while?"

The little girl shrugged. "Dunno. I guess it’s easier than doing what I’m told ‘cuz that gets me nothing anyway... just... just look at yourself," she muttered, hanging her head and looking at the ground, almost afraid to have said that.

Rebecca sighed and shook her head. She couldn’t have said it better. She had been trying to comply with everyone’s will for nineteen years, and yet no-one was happy with her. From that point of view, Grace’s desire for attention wasn’t so unjustified after all.

"We need to have a talk with mom and dad about this, don’t you think?" she said, also to herself.

Grace nodded, and grimaced when her hand reached back to rub some sting away from her bottom. "Yeah well but no more spankings okay?..." She thought about it for a second, then added. "Not like that, at least... I guess I deserved it, but... you scared me, Becca."

That was something they could agree upon, after all. "Yeah you deserved it but mom and dad spanked me for years and it was useless, so I’m not going to do that... maybe... oh well I don’t know, I’m just sorry I scared you, and..."

"Listen, can we talk about this another time?" Grace cut in, a pleading look on her face. "I’m tired, my bummy hurts and I want a sundae," she muttered in a meek voice, before adding: "... please."

"Okay," Rebecca said with a small sigh, and managed to smile. "We’ll work it out somehow, hmm? Love you, Midget."

"Yeah I wanna work it out... and I love you too, big sis," Grace replied.

"That’s a good start, then."

– The End –

This probably came out much sadder and much more serious than I had ever wanted it to be... but oh well. Means that it was supposed to be this way.

Like all stories in this section, this was inspired by the picture above. The photograph is an original snapshot from Real Lamer’s collection, that he / she posted to the web and on several newsgroups. All rights reserved. If the owner of said photo would want it removed, please e-mail me , and it shall be taken down.

Please also note that the people depicted in the picture actually exist, somewhere in the world, and are probably not aware of this and other snapshots being posted on the Net by their photographer. By no means this story is meant as a personal offence to them, and ALL names, situations and events are completely fictitious to the best of the author’s knowledge. I am not a stalker and I am not sick with voyeurism, but merely taking a photo found on the Net for everyone’s access as an inspiration for an original work; whether said photo in itself is infringing any copyrights, or violating anyone’s rights just by being on the Internet, does not concern me (unless, as said, the copyright owner contacts me).

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This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

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