It had been a long hot summer, and the area was dry. Today was another hot day, hot enough to call for a total fire ban, and Alan was worried when he caught a faint whiff of smoke. Walking out to the veranda he did a quick check but couldn't see any smoke, and a quick patrol around the house still failed to reveal any.
He was about to go back inside when a small puff of smoke floated up from up near the road. He could see some people near where the smoke originated and, while he couldn't see what they were doing, the smoke disappeared again. Curious he went and fetched some binoculars.
Focusing on the small group, he saw his sister, Beryl, and two of her friends. While he watched, one of them bent down and did something, and he saw a flash and a little smoke. The girls waited for a few moments and then seemed to step forward and put out the small fire they'd lit.
Alan felt a cold fury. Those idiots were playing dangerous games. One slip and the whole area could go up in flames. He hurried into the house to grab a wet fire extinguisher. Hopping in his car, he drove quickly up the long drive and headed over to where the girls were.
When he pulled up the girls were just standing by the side of the road, innocently talking. Little angels who wouldn't dream of doing anything wrong. He saw them flinch, however, when he jumped out of the car with the extinguisher.
"Beryl," he snapped, "how fucking old are you supposed to be?"
His sister dithered, not sure what to say.
"Well," Alan barked.
"Ah, eighteen?" asked Beryl in a nervous voice.
"And you're the youngest of the three, aren't you?"
A nod from Beryl and the others, and Alan continued.
"Then at eighteen, don't you think that you're all old enough to know the meaning of a total fire ban. What the fuck did the three of you think you were doing? I suggest that you take this extinguisher and go back to each of the fires that you lit and thoroughly douse them. I don't want the faintest possible chance that there might be a spark left in one of them."
Beryl's friends gave her a sympathetic look, and started edging away. Beryl could deal with her brother. They'd just politely remove themselves from the equation. They stopped and froze in place when Alan spoke to them.
"If either of you take even one little step towards running away I will clout you," he told them, his voice quiet, calm and very cold. "Now go with Beryl and make sure that each fire is totally dead."
Throwing him nervous glances the three girls grabbed the extinguisher and started playing it on their latest effort. Moving quickly, they retraced their steps, hosing down each little char mark while Alan followed in their trail, checking each fire site.
The girl's nervousness increased when they found a few wisps of smoke still coming from one of their little burns.
Satisfied that the fires were all properly treated and would present no further danger, Alan turned on the girls.
"Now, before I strangle the three of you, would one of you be so kind as to tell me what you were doing?"
"We were just having a bit of fun," said Beryl quietly. "We were just lighting little fires and using them to burn our initials in the grass. We were watching the fires, honestly."
Alan glanced pointedly at the burn mark that had still been smoking slightly, and Beryl blushed.
"You do know what a total fire ban is, don't you?" he asked.
The girls nodded.
"Are you going to tell dad?" asked Beryl.
"Unfortunately for you, no. You see that fence?" he said, indicating a low railed fence that ran along the paddock next to them. "I'm going to have the three of you bend over it and I'm going to spank you so hard you'll eat standing for a week."
Vivian, the older of Beryl's two friends spoke up.
"You wouldn't dare. My father would kill you. And Susan isn't your sister, either. You won't dare touch us."
"I see. I suppose I should report the incident to the police. Fines of up to five thousand dollars and possible jail terms are what firebugs are likely to get. However, wanting to protect my idiot sister, I suppose I'll just have to tell your fathers instead.
Just as a matter of curiosity, Vivian, what do you reckon your old man will do after I tell him?"
From the way Vivian paled, she had a damned good idea of how her father would react. She glanced over at Susan. She also seemed appalled at the idea of having to face her father with a firebug rap.
"There's no way I can tell my father," Susan said. "He'd kill me."
"Then if you've quite finished stalling, may I suggest you all wander over to the fence and bend over. I do have other things I'm supposed to be doing."
The three young women looked at each other resignedly, and walked slowly over the fence, putting their hands on the top rail and bending over.
Walking up behind Beryl, Alan calmly took her shorts and pulled them briskly down, with her panties following in short order.
Vivian and Susan, after glancing over and seeing what was happening, promptly started to protest.
Alan cut them short. "Oh, shut up," he snapped. "I'm only spanking you. I can assure you that I'm not going to rape you."
"At least, not with my sister here, watching," he added thoughtfully.
Susan and Vivian promptly turned their heads to look away from him, but both of them were blushing a bright red by the time he had dropped their shorts and panties.
Alan grinned as he observed the three pretty bottoms exposed to him. And the way they were standing, he could also see their pussies. He suspected that this was a subconscious attempt to make him go easy, but it still presented a magnificent view as far as he was concerned. Beryl was off limits, but he wouldn't mind some private time with Susan and Vivian.
He started off in the way he intended to continue, with a couple of hard swats delivered to Beryl's buttock cheeks, followed by a pair for Susan and a pair for Vivian. He then reversed the order, with a pair of spanks to Vivian, then Susan and finishing with Beryl.
After this happy start, Alan started spanking bottoms at random, trying to keep a score in his head so that the three all received that same punishment.
