It's HER turn! F/ff rl

[otkgirl]

Dinner was over, daddy was in the living room watching tv, mom was
doing something motherly, and my second oldest sister and I were
having a discussion in the kitchen.

"It is SO your turn!"

"No it isn't, it's YOUR turn!"

"You are such a little liar!"

"Am Not! You're the Liar!"

"Mommmmmm!"
"Mommmmmm!"

(it really doesn't matter who was who in the above conversation,
cause if you let it go on long enough, both of you will repeat the
same points in this argument....)

After the dual bellow for her, mom appeared, and she didn't appear
thrilled with her darling daughters. I was 12, my sister was 14. And
ONE of us was supposed to be doing the dishes. Dinner had been done
with for going on a half an hour now, but the dishes weren't any
closer to being done. Not by a long shot.

"Angie Lynn! Mary Ann! Just WHAT do you two girls think you are up to
yelling in the house like that?"

(Now, she used to say that a lot, which I always thought was a dumb
question, as she could HEAR why we were yelling, and 2nd, she didn't
like us yelling outside either, wasn't ladylike. So I never knew what
difference it made that we were in the house...)

"I told you to take care of the dishes, what IS the problem this
time?"

Her answer came in stereo.

"It's HER turn, not mine!"

"Mommmmm, it is SO Mary's turn! She was supposed to do them for me
last time, but she had that play practice at school, and so I HAD to
do them for her, so it's HER turn now!"

"Nuh -uhhh! Angie already owed ME a time that I did the dishes for
her before THAT, when she went to the skating party! So when I had my
play, that was making up for that, so this is still her turn for
real!"

"Liar!"

"No, YOU are!"

"NO, YOU ar- eeeep!" ( in case you got lost in the witty repartee,
that was me that went eeep. It coincided with mom taking me by the
ear, and pulling me away from Mary.)

"All right, that's enough, the BOTH of you, do you two understand
me!? My goodness, you two are supposed to be sisters, but all you do
is fight like cats and dogs, now stop it!

Now, I have NO idea whose turn it is tonight, and from NOW on, we
will be marking it down on the calender, so there is no question
about it. And any changes, you have to talk to me, do you two
understand."

So we mumbled out our "yes ma'ams."

"Allright. Tonight is Angie's turn, and we will just go from
there..."

"Moommmmmmmm! That isn't FAIRRRRRRRR! Mary never has to do anything!
I ALWAYS get stuck doing all the chores, and you never make her or
Kelly (my oldest sister, 16) do ANYTHING, EVER, just cause they are
older and have stuff to do with church and school and 4H and dating,
and, and it isn't fairrrrrrrr!"

I was feeling quite sorry for myself by this time, in the way that
only 12 year old girls who think the world is against them can, and
was even a little teary. Unfortunately for me, I had been watching
Mary, and not my mom, or I maybe (no guarantee's, I was 12 after all)
would have stopped my little outburst sooner.

But now it was too late, and even though I regretted letting my mouth
run, no way I could take it back, and I could tell from her face I
had crossed the line.

"Angie Lynn, come here now!"

And so with "Noooo mom's" and I'm sorry's " and "I'll be good and I
won't argue any more's " falling off my lips, I went to her side,
where she was now sitting down. Of course it was way too late, and
she unfastened my jeans, pulled them down, then pulled me over her
lap, pulled my panties down, and started spanking me.

I of course, coward that I am, started bawling immediately. I've
never found the need to try to prove to them it wasn't hurting me, or
how brave I was. Well, I knew I wasn't brave, and I knew it WAS
hurting me, and that I would never ever sit again, so why not let it
show?

While it didn't stop her, it never did, this spanking wasn't all that
bad, just a quick otk session with the hand, to get rid of a snotty
girl's attitude. And it worked. When she stopped, and asked me if I
was going to behave myself, and quite making such a fuss, I readily
agreed. And so she pulled my undies back up, and then stood me up,
while I scrubbed at my butt for a bit before pulling me jeans up. I
then went to do the dishes like I should have been doing before,
sniffling all the while.

Mom left the kitchen, but Mary found some reason to stay, but as SOON
as mom was gone, she started in on me, teasing me, saying what a baby
I was, how I was the biggest bawl baby in the family, and how I
should know by Now how mom always believed her and not me, and....

Whatever else Mary was going to say to me was lost, as neither of us
had seen mom come back in to check on me (Hey, I was doing dishes
like a good girl, and not fighting, I'd just gotten one spanking and
didn't need another! and Mary was watching me....) and she grabbed
Mary by the ear, pulled her out of the chair, went to the drawers,
and got out a wooden stirring spoon (one of the nice heavy old ones,
not these flimsy bamboo ones...) then sat down in the same chair she
had spanked me in, pulled Mary's jeans down, then over her lap she
went, and then she pulled Mary's panties down, and SHE got spanked,
except SHE was getting it with the spoon!

Mary was bucking and crying, but with jeans and panties at your
knees, you really aren't going anywhere till the spanker lets you up.
All you do is manage to jerk your butt up into the air just in time
for the spoon to find it again.

Mary's spanking didn't last all that long either, but the spoon more
than made up for it, and her bottom was RED when mom was done, and
Mary was crying at LEAST as hard as I had been.

Mom held her over her lap, did the question and answer thing, then
repantied her, and set her back on her feet, and told her that we
would BOTH be doing the dishes for the next two weeks, together! And
any more fussing, and we would get spanked again!

So, we yes ma'amed her, and then got to work. So she washed, I dried,
and we were done in a couple of minutes, and then we STILL had to go
out and face the rest of the family....

While we were working, Mary asked me if my butt still hurt. I told
her kinda, it was more that itchy burn feeling like a sunburn. And so
I asked how her butt felt, and she said it Hurt! and that she wanted
her jeans off as fast as she could! Then we both said I'm sorry at
the same time, and I know we were wishing we had behaved better
earlier.

Angie