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.
While he was delivering his little reminders, Alan also delivered his lecture, pointing out what a total fire ban was and why they had them. He also gave his considered opinion of young ladies who thought it was fun to play with matches. His comments were straight to the point, brutally so at times. Combining the tongue lashing with the pain of the actual spankings, the three girls were in tears by the time he'd finished.
"I'll let it go at that," he finally told the girls. "If I ever catch you playing the fool again, I'll come do...OH! FUCK!"
The girls turned abruptly at the shout to see Alan running fast back to his car and the extinguisher. It appeared they hadn't quite got one of the little fires, and it had reignited. Emptying the extinguisher on it and dousing it, Alan then turned back to the girls.
"I am going back to the house and I'll bring back a couple of extinguishers. The three of you can stay up here for the rest of the afternoon and keep an eye out in case one of the other fires starts up again."
The girls all gave him the evil eye, but none of them were inclined to argue. A bright red bottom was a wonderful deterrent to smart comments.
A short time later the girls were standing forlornly next to the fire extinguishers, watching Alan leave.
"One last thing, girls," he called out before he left. "If you want anything, come down to the house, but one at a time. I want two of you up here until at least five."
"Your brother is a gold plated son of a bitch," Vivian observed to Beryl as he drove away.
"I'll second that," grumbled Susan. "I have a date later, and now I'll be late."
"I'll third it," sighed Beryl. "Geez, he was mad, wasn't he."
Vivian suddenly giggled. The others looked at her.
"I was just wondering what we all looked like, bent over that rail with our bums hanging out," she giggled. "I didn't think to look, but I bet he got a hard on."
Beryl laughed. "Probably, but I bet he lost it just as fast when that fire broke out again."
Susan smiled. "It did seem to upset him, didn't it? Pity it didn't break out earlier and stop the spankings."
"God, yes," said Vivian, delicately rubbing her bottom. "Has he ever spanked you before, Beryl?"
Beryl shook her head. "And if I have my way, he won't ever do it again. That hurt."
The girls giggled and chattered, the subject drifting away from Alan and their sore bottoms.
At five, the three drifted back down to the house and sought out Alan.
"It's five, and there's been no more fires," grumbled Beryl. "Susan is now late for her date and that's causing problems. Susan was going to drop me and Vivian off, but now she hasn't got time. She can drop me at Mike's because that's on her way, but Vivian lives in the opposite direction, so I said that you'd run her home seeing you're the reason we're late."
"I'm the reason they're late?" thought Alan. "Lighting fires had nothing to do with it?"
