Chapter 7

All went well leading up to the most magical time of the year. Halloween. with the twins and their prospective new families. However, that all changed on the night of Marti’s twenty first birthday. The brat’s old habits which had been bottled up exploded in a day of naughtiness and debauchery. Thanks to the wonders of social media after the incriminating photo hit the internet it was no longer Marti’s secret.

Up in Philly at college, Amy was dumbfounded and stared in disbelief at her sister in her stone colored khaki shorts puncturing a can of beer with a big knife. The incriminating photo followed as Marti consumed the beer through the hole in the can downing the twelve ounces in a manner of seconds giving her an instant buzz from the alcohol. It was apparent this was not a one and done activity as the last picture showed the blue and white can with beer spewing out under high pressure just before Marti put the puncture hole in the can against her mouth once again.

Taking the stance that she was the more responsible sister it was her duty to email the picture to her aunt regardless of what it would mean for the bad sister’s bum. Before she had time to reconsider, she sent the photo from Marti’s social media site and sent it to her aunt’s email. With one click the long awaited day of reckoning for her sister had arrived who had taken her place in Myrtle Beach. However, there was more to her conscientious sister gesture. The truth was everything she had plotted was finally coming to fruition and Marti was about to get her comeuppance. Marti had finally given her proof of her former party girl ways she had teased her about and called a stick in the mud, goodie too shoe. Now everything had been set in motion and Amy was going to get her payback. That was the real reason she had switched places with Marti three years ago. She knew her twin sister would blow off steam eventually and when she did the self-absorbed brat would have to share it online with all her party crowd friends.

Amy remembered that Marti had called her a pain in the ass. Well it was her turn to have the pain in the ass! Just like she had back when she got caught drinking the rum laced punch and had felt the mean ruler. Marti’s cute pampered bottom had never felt the wooden ruler and to Amy that just didn’t seem fair. It was past time for her behind to feel the fine sting of the mean ruler wielded by her Aunt Jessica. However, she sent them only to her aunt and not their stern uncle who if informed would give Marti a butt whipping far past what was necessary to make the point. After all they were sisters and she loved her very much. She did not want to see her hurt as bad as she had experienced once over a boy issue in her teen past.

Three Days Later:

Things are not what they always seem and Marti who had just turned twenty one years-old was a perfect example because at times she still acted like a thirteen year-old at times.

Three years of no spanking has a tendency to make a young lady less concerned about the state of her bottom. This was the case with Marti who had mastered the art of acting like a lamb in the presence of Uncle Massey and Aunt Jessica. This along with the reassurance from Amy that her Uncle Massey would go no farther than a spanking on her bottom over her tight shorts. Marti had made sure she did not have a visible panty line showing off her butt for her conservative minded Uncle Massey to get fired up about. Marti stomped her foot. She was, so mad that her sister has managed to skate by and not get a real spanking during her faux residency.

Aunt Jessica confronted Marti upon her return and showed her niece the incriminating photo she printed. The coed’s facial expression changed dramatically brushed her long brown hair out of her face as Marti realized she was no longer the sure footed confident female.

“If you want to keep your uncle out of this, Marti you will do as you are told.”

Marti tries to smooth things over with her unsophisticated aunt.

“I was just fooling around with a new way to drink the beer with my college friends.”

“More like an educated fool.”

“The fact remains young lady your party habits are unladylike, disturbing and disgusting!”

Marti gave her aunt a cute pout. “I’m sorry auntie I will be a better girl in the future.”

Aunt Jessica slammed her fist down on the top of the desk with her computer and printer to show her displeasure.

“I’m afraid sorry isn’t good enough Marti. Naughty girls who fail to demonstrate through their sensible behavior must be corrected young lady!”

“Okay, what are you suggesting auntie?”

“I am suggesting that young ladies who show their ass in public and forgo using good judgment, merit, no strike that deserves a major spanking!’

Marti in horror tried to absorb what her aunt has just suggested.

“You can’t be serious auntie, a spanking, really I am too old for a spanking!” her voice rising in pitch with fear.

“Is that so Marti, so you are too old to be spanked? However, were old enough to down a full can of beer in seconds in your yard today. Was that ladylike, Marti?”

“No ma’am,” The masked person sheepishly admitted.

“You should be ashamed of yourself acting the fool like that. Now you have two choices receive your punishment for your naughty behavior, or can swish your cute tail out of here and go show your uncle this picture and take your chances explaining this to him.”

It was imperative to Marti that she avoided having her uncle find out about her guzzling beer out of a hole in the middle of a beer can. Weighing her options she decided reluctant to take the spanking from her Aunt Jessica.

Marti with a choke in her voice answered.

“I um, will submit to a spanking.”

“Very well, so it shall be my party girl.”

Aunt Jessica was livid and began spanking Marti hard and fast.

Spank! Whack! Crack! Smack! Spank!

Masked Hudson looked back over her shoulder with tears in her eyes beseechingly at her aunt who continued to spank Marti for her party behavior.

What do you want me to say? How do you want me to act?

“Like a little girl being spanked, not like a well behaved lady in college who can be trusted to act responsibly.”

“Oh I see” Whack! Crack! Smack! Spank!

“You certainly will see and feel like a punished little girl before we are done young lady. Now, I am going to the let my ruler do the rest of my talking!”

There were a firestorm of intense spanks with the thick wooden ruler up and down both squirming red cheeks in a rapid fire manner turned what had been a sting to a deep burn in her bottom unlike any pain she had ever felt. Marti began to really hurt and her tears turned into full- fledged crying as the finale of her spanking went on for at least two minutes. However, to a balling Marti it seemed like it had been thirty minutes. Marti did not even realize when her spanking had ended as her red and purple rear end had been fried like chicken in the south.

Amy had returned once again to the supposedly Haunted Manor where she had had been on restriction and snuck out to have an amorous rendezvous in the park. Just as she had don earlier in her teen years she had climbed the trellis next to her bedroom window. However, when she got both feet in the window suddenly slid down trapping her in the window sill.

Amy had reached a state of abject fear and sheer panic. So, she reached back and tugged both sides of her slip and black witch’s dress and managed to free it from the bottom of the immovable window. To the coed’s chagrin her panty-clad bottom remained stuck in the window. Amy hung helplessly in the window frame her panty-clad butt thrust out and her legs comically swaying not able to reach the floor.