She is My Sister (2 page)

“Do you want me to take off my belt and give you the rest of
the hour over a pillow on the bed getting your rump roasted with leather?”
 
Eric hoped to impress upon her that he
was serious.
 
Jenna was either going
to come up with another punishment or face a strapping that wouldn’t stop for a
good long while.

“No, I don’t want a strapping, honey!” she declared.
 
“I’ll go to the corner.”
 
She did so immediately, and had to
resist rubbing her stinging bottom.
 
She knew better than to give in to the urge.
 
She was obviously in enough
trouble.
 
Jenna tried to convince
herself the punishment would be worth it if Stacy
was
happy ever after.

Eric was doing his best to let Jenna feel punished for all
of one hour, and when she was standing in the corner, he wasn’t bruising her
flesh.
 
One thing about redheads
;
once their skin was reddened, each spank afterwards felt
hard.
 
She would go over his knee
once more during this hour, but he hoped that she could come up with a
punishment that could take the place of at least half the time she had
left.
 
He sat on the bed and watched
her cute bottom wiggle as she tried to ease some of the burning pain in that
manner.
 
Of course, it didn’t work,
and when Jenna realized that he could see her struggling not to reach back and
rub, she was embarrassed.
 
Even
worse for her was when the itching started.
 
Resisting the temptation to rub then was
nearly impossible!

Ten minutes later, Jenna had no clue what to suggest for a
punishment.
 
Writing an essay would
come easy to her and Eric knew it.
 
He wouldn’t accept that suggestion if she was foolish enough to offer
it.
 
He also knew that she wouldn’t
mind being grounded.
 
In fact, she
would love having some time at home to work on some of her crafting or quilting.
 
Assigning her extra chores was
laughable.
 
The house was already
neat as a pin.
 
He could possibly
send her out to do community service, but then he would be worried about her
going into some of the poorer, crime ridden areas of the city, and he would
either have to come with her or go crazy.

“Have you come up with anything, Jenna?
 
There are twenty-five minutes left of
your hour.
 
Do I spank you for all
of that time?”

“Please don’t, Eric.
 
I am really hurting.”

“Have you come up with a punishment?”

“I can’t think of anything you would approve of, and I have
really tried.
 
There is only one
that you might accept, and I don’t want to do it at all!
 
I’d almost rather take a long spanking!”
she admitted.

“What is it?”
 
He
already knew, and he wondered why he didn’t think of it himself.
 
He’d sat her down at the kitchen table
on a well-spanked bottom one afternoon, and insisted that she write
I will not use inappropriate language
five
hundred times.
 
She cried, pouted,
threw the pen at him, ripped up paper, refused, and earned at least five
spankings during the time she was supposed to be writing lines.
 
It took her the entire afternoon, and
they were both exhausted by the time she finished.
 
Writing lines would be very effective.

“I don’t want to do it, so forget it.
 
You can think of something,” Jenna said
quietly.

“Jenna, if I take off this belt, you are going to regret it
for a good week, and you know that I am right.
 
Give me a punishment and do it
now.”
 
Eric thought he sounded like
an ass, but it was important that he remain firm.
 
Jenna was a strong woman,
which
he happened to love, but he needed to help her control
her fire or their marriage would go up in flames.

“I hate to write lines but it was all I could think of,” she
admitted.
 
“You know how awful it
was the other time!”

“I remember.
 
Tell me what you think you should write and how many times you should
write it so that you will remember.”

“Damn it, Eric!
 
I don’t
want
to write lines!”

“Which is precisely
why
you are going to do it.
 
Tell me
what you are writing and how many times.”

Jenna wanted to scream.
 
She hadn’t planned on
this
.
 
A spanking was one thing, and that
should have been easy and done.
 
But, an hour of punishment!
 
Writing lines as part of it!
 
Eric was tapping his toe
impatiently.
 
“If I
absolutely
had to write something, it
would be
I
will
not play matchmaker.
 
How
many?
 
One hundred
times.
 
That would be boring
enough, believe me!”

“You will write I promise I will not play matchmaker ever
again, and you will write that over and over until I tell you to stop.
 
If there is any complaining, I will
march you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap, and then you
will write double what I planned originally.
 
If your throw any tantrums, then you’ll
get a strapping to sit on and you will write triple the lines I planned
originally.
 
Is that understood,
little girl?
 
I intend for this to
be a punishment you will remember.
 
Accept it and it will go easier for you.
 
Defy me and it will be even more
unpleasant.
 
Well?”

“I understand, but please remember that I already promised I
wouldn’t do it again.
 
I don’t need to
write it over and over again to remember my promise to you.
 
I gave
that
promise freely.”
 
Jenna swallowed hard when he looked at her.

“Were you complaining, Jenna?”

“No, sir.
 
Just
reminding you that I gave you my promise.”
 
That was close
, she thought as
he walked over to the small desk in the sitting area of the large room.
 
He took a legal pad and an ink pen from
the drawer and placed it on the table.
 
He motioned for her to come to him, and then he gently pushed her down
over the desk.
 
His hand reheated
the fires on her backside, and then he sat her down on the desk chair, handed
her the
ink pen, and he went and sat on the bed while she
had to sit there and write the same line over and over and over.
 
It was a terrible punishment, and all
the worse because sitting hurt so much, and because she didn’t know when or if
it would ever end.
 
Jenna kept
telling herself that Stacy was worth it…

Chapter Two: Stacy

“Stacy, what in the name of God are you doing?” Edmund Cross
stopped in the act of surprising his lovely lady, and instead, he frightened
her when he asked her what she was doing.

Stacy immediately hit the button to close out of her email
as she jumped to her feet and whirled to look at him.
 
“Edmund!
 
When did you get back?
 
I didn’t hear you come in!”
 
She was happy to see him, but knew that
if he caught wind of what she was up to she would be squirming when she sat to
do the news later that night.

“I just got home.
 
Stacy, what do you think you are doing?
 
And don’t fib to me; I saw that email.”

“You weren’t supposed to be home, and you shouldn’t have
sneaked up on me, Edmund!” she angrily pointed out.

“But, I am home, and I did see the email.
 
Start explaining.
 
Is this some horrible practical joke
that you are playing on Holly?”

“No!
 
I wouldn’t
do that!” she insisted.

“Then explain to me why you are pretending to be a man and
writing steamy, sexy emails to your sister!”
 
Edmund was close to pulling her off her
chair and whaling her bottom, and if he didn’t get some answers fast, he was
going to do just that.

“I’m not trying to trick her, or be mean to Holly,” Stacy
insisted with an angry pout.
 
“You
know that she has poor self-esteem, and I am trying to build her up.”

“By lying to her, Stacy Hart?”

“I’m not exactly lying.
 
I’m creating pretend.”

“You are lying to your sister.”

“It’s not like that.
 
I’m trying to make her feel good about herself.
 
I
compliment her
,
encourage her
.
 
I even fixed her resume for her, and you know that she wouldn’t have
permitted me to change one word on it if she knew it was
me
.
 
She doesn’t want help from any of us,
and yet, she needs help to do the most basic interacting with people…
especially men.”

“Stacy, I am sure Holly would be devastated to find out that
this fake Morgan person is not real!
 
How could you do something so dishonest?”

“It’s painful to see Holly struggling, Edmund.
 
When I found out that she’d joined a
gardening message board on line, I decided to join, too, in order to keep an
eye on her and protect her from on line creeps.
 
Then I came up with the idea of using
the forum to build her up.
 
I would
point out how beautiful the pictures of her arrangements are; I would encourage
her to enter floral competitions.
 
That is what I have been doing.”

“Uh huh.
 
You
were writing a personal email, young lady.”

“I did not initiate that, Edmund.
 
Holly wrote to me first.
 
It was a nice email, very sweet.
 
I had to answer her as Morgan so her
feelings wouldn’t be hurt.
 
I am
very careful not to say anything that could be misinterpreted.
 
I just want Holly to relax and not be so
uptight around men.”

“You are not doing the right thing, young lady, and you know
it.”

“Yes, I am!
 
Holly…”

“…
does
not need her sister
attempting to control her life!”
 
Edmund cut her off and then finished her sentence, making her angry.

“That is not true, and how dare you attempt to tell me about
my own
sister…?!
 
I think I know her a lot better than you do!”
 
She was outraged and made no attempt to
hide it from Edmund.
 
He was one of the
few people she trusted enough to be
herself
with and
not worry that her on-camera persona would be damaged.
 
She loved Edmund; he was the perfect man
for her because he did not see her as a celebrity, but as a woman.
 
He also treated her like his woman, and
that meant he spanked her when he felt a spanking would benefit their
relationship.
 
She had yet to win an
argument with him.
 
He was used to
arguing for a living, only his arguments took place in a courtroom and affected
his
clients
lives.
 
Still, she was right about Holly, and
she wasn’t going to allow him to dictate to her how to interact with her
sisters!
 
“You don’t know a thing
about having sisters!”

“I am well aware that you have sisters and I do not, but I
do know it is wrong to mislead anyone and pretend to be someone you
aren’t.
 
Holly will be crushed when
she learns you have deceived her.
 
If anything, this whole experience will make her even
more
shy
because she will be afraid to trust anyone!
 
You need a good spanking, Stacy Hart.”

“For what?
 
For trying to help Holly?
 
If not for Morgan, Holly never would
have entered that flower show a while back!
 
Do you have any idea how pleased she was
to win?
 
And, it improved her
business, too.
 
I got to support her
as Morgan and as myself.
 
Holly is
finally,
finally
coming out of her
shell and starting to believe she is worthwhile as a person.
 
She is finally learning that she does
have something she does better than anyone else.
 
If Morgan hadn’t insisted she enter that
contest, she would still be sitting back and wishing she could.
 
No, I don’t deserve a spanking for
helping Holly!”