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The document narrates a girl's experience of discovering her interest in spanking after hearing about a sorority initiation. She begins to spank her younger sister as a form of punishment, which leads to her father intervening and spanking her in return. The situation evolves into a cycle of spanking between the sisters and their father, with the girl finding the experience unexpectedly pleasurable.

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Flog Master Sister

The document narrates a girl's experience of discovering her interest in spanking after hearing about a sorority initiation. She begins to spank her younger sister as a form of punishment, which leads to her father intervening and spanking her in return. The situation evolves into a cycle of spanking between the sisters and their father, with the girl finding the experience unexpectedly pleasurable.

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A girl discovers that spanking her sister can earn her some of the same medicine...

(Approximately 872 words. Originally published 1995-12.)

My parents didn't believe in spanking very much. My sister and I got it occasionally, but
usually it was saved as a last resort. When I was a sophomore in high school, however, I
heard one of my girlfriends telling about her older sister's college sorority initiation--a
paddling--and I became very turned on. I realized it was something that interested me and
I wondered what it would be like to spank someone, or to get spanked.

I didn't take any action immediately, but not long after that I discovered my sister
smoking out behind the house. She tried to pretend it was nothing, but I knew and she
knew I knew. She begged me not to tell our parents. I finally relented, but only if she'd let
me punish her. She wasn't sure what I meant but agreed.

No one was home so I took her inside and fetched a heavy cuttingboard paddle from the
kitchen. I made my sister drop her pants and underwear and bend over in front of me and
I spanked her hard a good dozen times. She was yelping and crying and I couldn't believe
how much it turned me on. I was surprised at how red her bottom became after just those
few spanks. I stopped because I didn't really want to hurt her, and I told her that we
would continue her spanking the next day. I could hardly wait.

Well, this developed into a trend. Soon almost every weekend I was paddling my sister's
bare bottom. She was fourteen and quite pretty and her ass was nice and round and firm.
She took the spankings amazingly well, never arguing with me very much and only
regretting her cooperation when the pain became severe.

Well one day I was really laying into her good. I'd given her probably two dozen and still
had a ways to go when Mom walked in. I stopped in mid-swing, paddle in the air, jaw
dropped. My sister was too busy crying and hadn't even noticed at first. When she did she
freaked out and turned and ran, tripping over the jeans around her ankles and falling onto
the floor, her bright red ass visible to Mom.

"What the hell is going on here!" exclaimed my mother.

"Uh, I was just disciplining Cathy," I tried to say in my most "adult" voice as though it
was routine. "I caught her peeking at my diary."

Nothing happened immediately. I was sent to my room and Mom helped my sister. When
my father came home he and Mom had a long talk. Then Dad came in. "Sherrie, honey,
I'm afraid we can't have you taking authority into your own hands. Since you seem to
enjoy punishing your sister with the paddle I'm going to give you the same treatment.
And believe me, those spankings you gave her are going to seem like cookies and milk
when I'm done with your ass!"
For not having much spanking experience my father did a pretty good job. I was howling
pretty good, if that's any judge. He paddled my bare ass for a good five or ten minutes
until I couldn't stop crying and wiggling and shrieking.

When I looked at my butt in the mirror afterwards I saw it was indeed much redder than
anything I'd given my sister. The strange thing is that that was one of the most erotic
nights I'd ever had in my life. My ass throbbed and I touched myself and I'd never felt so
much pleasure.

I was very happy. You see, I had finally figured out a way to get my father to spank me.
So I continue to paddle my sister regularly, and every now and then I let myself get
caught, and boy, do I get it good! Lately my father has been letting my sister paddle me
after he's finished. She's not so strong but at that point my butt's so tender it doesn't make
much difference--her spanks feel like they came from Arnold Shwartzenegger!

For instance, just last week I had my sister across my lap in my room, her bare ass up in
the air and quite red as I paddled her quite diligently. She was howling and begging me to
stop when I heard a sound at the door. It was my father. I hadn't expected him at home
and it was quite a shock.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, Sherrie, I am home early. Now give me that paddle."

In a moment I was suddenly in my sister's position, bottom bared and howling as smack
after blazing smack rained down on my ass. My sister stood and watched, rubbing her
bottom and grinning at me.

About halfway through I realized something. When I had told Cathy I was going to spank
her she had been on the telephone. I had made her hang up but I hadn't checked to see
who she was talking to. I realized she must have been talking to Dad and told him to
come home early knowing exactly what would happen. Boy, that girl! The ungrateful
tramp! Well, she'd soon get hers--

SMACK! "OW! Dad, that HURT!" WACK! WACK! WACK...

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