Chapter 1

There was less than a minute to play in the girl’s year eleven netball semi-final competition, and the scores were level when the opposition wing defence threw the ball to their centre. I got a hand to it, knocking it away from her, and as we tussled for the ball, her hand pulled my sports skirt down. Was it an accident? ... or accidentally on purpose when my skirt fell to the ground, causing me to lose concentration? Our coach, fans and supporters of our team, Northwich High, were furious the umpire didn’t call a foul.

I covered my crotch with my hands, embarrassed at being on the netball court standing in my black sports knickers for all to see, allowing my opposite number to retrieve the ball, throw it to their wing attack, who passed it to their goal shooter to score the winning goal as the umpire blew her whistle for full time.

After picking up my skirt from around my ankles, I wrapped it around my waist, fastening the velcro together as the two teams huddled in the centre of the court, congratulating each other on a top game. My heart was at the bottom of my stomach, knowing we had lost due to me as I looked at my family. Mum had her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh, but not Dad and my little sister. They thought it was hilarious seeing me in my knickers as they laughed their heads off.

Looking around the crowd on the other side of the court, I saw a boy waving to me. I gave him the finger, the arsehole. That’s the last thing I needed. Some guy fancying me after seeing me in my undies.

“Hey Jessica, tough luck at losing your skirt,” Dad said, still laughing as I walked over to my family.

“Did you see the boy checking you out?” My sister asked.

“Leave me alone. It was my fault we lost the game to St Hilda’s, the snobby girl’s school.”

“Don’t be like that, darling. You tried your best, and it was unlucky what happened. The umpire should have paid a foul,” Mum added.

“Ghee, thanks,” I scowled at my family. I know they were trying to help, but we’ve just lost to the bitchiest team in the comp.

“Did you see him wave at you?” My sister asked a second time.

“Yeah, I did, so what, you little brat?”

“Don’t be like that towards Ruby. She saw a boy who liked you, that’s all,” Mum said.

“Yeah, like wow. So cool.”

“Don’t be a grump cos you lost and don’t call me a brat.”

“I’ll tan your bare arse when we get home.”

“Stop it, Jessica. You won’t tan Ruby’s bum, or you’ll be in serious trouble. And we don’t use language like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, so what?”

“ENOUGH,” Dad shouted. “I know your team lost, but that’s what happens in sport. There can only be one winner. Now snap out of your bad mood, or I’ll ground you. Understand?”

“Sure, whatever ... Dad.”

Dad gave me a hard stare through the rear vision mirror, letting me know I had pushed the boundary of family harmony, and I knew I shouldn’t say anything else.

My sister continued trying to get me into trouble as she poked me in the ribs, stuck her tongue out and ridiculed me for losing the ball and game. I shook my fist at her and mouthed, “You’re gonna get it when we get home.”

“Mum, Jess is shaking her fist at me and telling me she’s going to get me.”

“Stop it, you two. Ruby, sit as far away from Jessica as you can. I saw you digging her in the ribs. Now stop being a tattletale.”

Looking at my sister, I turned one hand into a fist, slapped it with my other and whispered, “Your arse.”

My sister avoided me for the rest of the day, knowing she would get a spanking if we were alone, despite what our father had said. But I knew when I could get her, and our parents would not be around.

Sunday morning. Mum and Dad leave at seven to play golf and are not home until noon. As soon as they left, I went to my sister’s bedroom while she was sleeping and wrestled her over my knees. She was yelling and screaming. “Don’t you dare spank my bum, or ... or I’ll tell Mum and Dad?”

“Shut up, squirt, and prepare to be spanked.”

“No ... no ... don’t you dare. You’ll hurt me.”

“You got it. That’s the idea. Make your arse pink and sore.”

While Ruby was complaining and struggling, I managed to pull her nightie into the middle of her back, revealing a pair of white panties covered in bright red strawberries. The same colour as her arse will be when I’ve finished.

Grabbing the waistband of her panties, I pulled them into the crack of her arse, giving her a wedgie holding and pulling them tight into her soft sexy bits. Her arse cheeks looked so inviting, begging for a spanking. I can see why some guys love to swat a girl’s arse when they look as good as this.

Slap, “Ow, that hurts.” Slap, slap, slap. “Stop ... please stop. I won’t tease you again.”

Despite her pleas, I continued to slap her butt cheeks all over, turning them bright pink, as she continually tried to cover her arse with her hand, but all I did was slap her elsewhere.

After a while, I stopped, lowered her panties to her knees and resumed spanking her with alarming results. She was no longer struggling but raising her hips to meet my blows and let out soft, appreciative moans, “Oooh, ah,” as my strokes became firmer.

Seeing how red her arse was, I stopped spanking her and rubbed and squeezed those delightfully soft cheeks before running my right-hand index finger through her pussy lips. Oh my God, she’s wet and rubbing her clit with her left hand. Shit! I’ve turned my sister on. “Oh, yes, Jess, that feels so good ... please do it again.”