Chapter 01βKaren's Humiliation
All characters are 18 or over but those offended by bathroom scenes should not proceed further.
For Jen and Megs
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Mrs. Kay Andrews had had it up to here with her blonde older daughter, Karen, who was now 21. The girl was perpetually petulant and because she was quite attractive, tended to lord it over her plainer younger dark-haired sister, Andrea, three years younger at 18. Karen treated Andrea like dirt. And Kay was tired of seeing it happen so she decided to act.
Coming down the hall, she heard a shout and saw Karen slap Andrea on the side of the head.
"And what was the meaning of that, young lady?" Kay snapped, staring at Karen, who was surprised that her mother had seen her actually hit the younger girl.
"She just keeps bugging me," Karen said with a sneer. "She has no life so she constantly is trying to horn in on mine."
"Well, I'm tired of your treating her so nastily," Kay responded, much to Karen's annoyance. "And I intend to do something about it. Both of youβI want to see you in my bedroom, right now."
She pointed the way to her spacious bedroom, where both girls were all too aware that they traditionally were sent to be disciplined.
Kay sat at her vanity table with her wooden hairbrush in hand.
"I'm going to try a new approach," she said, and looking straight at Karen, she went on, "And I know you will not like it at all but that's just too bad. You've been asking for this for quite some time."
Karen shivered as she never felt good in her mother's bedroom, knowing how often her panties had been taken down here for a spanking as she grew up. But now she was 21 and about to become independent. Those days, she thought, were long gone.
"Because you cannot seem to learn to treat your sister the way you would want to be treated," Kay said to Karen sternly, "I'm putting her in charge of you. She will now be able to discipline you when you insult her or otherwise misbehave. And we will start now. Andrea, sit down here and Karen will lift her skirt, pull down her panties and get over your lap for a well-deserved spanking."
Andrea, previously forlorn, now had a wide grin on her face. She responded to the invitation with alacrity and sat on the chair, tapping her lap much as an experienced spanker might.
"You can't do this!" Karen almost screamed. "Mom, this is cruel and I'll be the laughing-stock of my crowd!"
"You may well be because this is going to happen," Kay responded calmly. "Now get across her lap for your spanking."
With an air of great reluctance, Karen lifted her flannel skirt above her waist and slowly lowered her stylish pale blue hicut panties, complying with her mother's directions and feeling distinctly silly placed across her younger sister's lap. But now Andrea had her mother's hairbrush in hand and Karen knew that that was not something to be taken lightly, especially when the younger girl started swatting what to Karen seemed like her all-too-big bottom with the nasty brush.
Karen suddenly realized that she now was going to embarrass herself severely if not totally disgrace herself. She felt increasing pressure inside her bowels to release something and she only hoped it was just gas. As embarrassing as it would be to fart right into Andrea's face when her mother was there, she realized how totally humiliating it would be if what emerged was not just gas but the contents of her rectum.
"Brrrrrrrrruppppppp," came the sound from Karen's uncovered anal opening and Andrea burst into laughter. "Oh, Mommy," she exclaimed, "did you hear that huge fart Karen just made? I can't wait to let all my friends know what she did while I was spanking her."
Karen's face reddened and she quietly apologized to her mother for her gaseous interruption.
"You'd better apologize to Andrea as she is now in charge of your disciplining, Karen," her mother responded coolly.
"I'm sorry for...that," Karen said rather blankly to Andrea, who was eating all of this up.
"You'd better check her bottom to make sure she doesn't need to go right away," Kay advised Andrea as Karen's face grew red, now with fear that her sister's finger would feel the contents of a bowel movement that Karen was sure was close to becoming critical.
That was all Andrea needed to plunge her index finger into Karen's pretty anus in the crack of her lovely rear end.
"Oh, Mommy," Andrea exclaimed. "She's got...doody in there, for real, big time."