My younger sister and I rent an apartment together. As soon as she turned eighteen she broached the idea of us moving out of home and into an apartment and I was all for it. I'd just been waiting for her to be ready to move out with me, because the atmosphere in the house was pretty toxic at times. With us out of the way maybe the parents would work something out -- or maybe not, but they wouldn't be inflicting their problems on us.
We both had good jobs and we managed quite well. The only sore point was the fact that Debbie was a little careless with money at times, leaving me to cover for her. I didn't object too much as she always paid me back pretty quickly. Still, I was leaning on her to get her finances properly sorted out. I had a bit of a nest-egg and was prepared for any sudden emergencies but Debbie just lived payday to payday. She was paid enough that she could save if she wanted to.
We'd been continuing in this matter for almost a year before the issue of finances became a more serious concern. It was both payday and rent-day. Debbie didn't arrive home at the normal hour leaving me short her half of the rent. I muttered a few rude words to myself and dipped into my savings to cover it, mainly because, as I said, she would pay me back. The rude words were for the inconvenience because I'd have to take her rent money and make a trip to my bank to deposit it.
Debbie didn't get home until after I'd had my dinner, and she came skipping in with not a care in the world, flopping into a chair opposite me. I scowled at her.
"You might have let me know you were going to be late," I growled.
"Oh, no lectures, Cathy. Not right now. I just forgot, is all."
I just grumped and held out my hand snapping my fingers. I wanted that rent money before she spent it, the little idiot.
"Ah, what?" Debbie said, looking puzzled.
"It's your payday," I reminded her.
"I know," she said with a big smile. "Come and see what I bought."
"First things first," I said. "In case you forgot it's also rent day. I need your half of the rent money."
"Ah, is that today?" she asked, sounding a little nervous.
"Yes. I reminded you before you left this morning, remember?"
"Oh, that's right," she mumbled.
"Well?" I asked, hand still out for the rent, money that I suspected she didn't have.
"Um, I don't quite have it all," she confessed.
"How much of it do you have?" I demanded, my irritation increasing.
"Ah, none of it," she admitted in a small voice.
"Well give me your grocery money as a contribution towards it. You can go on short rations for a week."
Debbie now had a distinctly hunted look on her face. If she was a small animal she'd have been bolting for a hole to hide in.
"Um," she said, and that was all.
She couldn't have spent her entire pay before even getting home, could she? What am I thinking? This is Debbie. Of cause she could have.
"You spent everything, didn't you?" I accused her.
"It wasn't my fault," she protested quickly. "They've got some really big sales on and you know I needed a new dress."
"If it wasn't your fault then whose fault was it? I know you needed a new dress but I also know that you budgeted for it. Where did the rest of the money go?"
After a lot of evasion it turned out that she'd felt compelled to buy two new dresses, shoes to go with them, some accessories, some cosmetics that were on special, and a few other items. Debbie had a lot of will power but not much won't power when it came to shopping. I was beyond furious.
"How could you be so irresponsible? If we were back at home I'd already be digging your grave in the backyard. Can't do that here, fortunately for you."
"You're mad, aren't you?"
"Me? Mad? Certainly not. How do you propose to make up the missing rent and the missing grocery money?"
Debbie just chewed on her lip and didn't say anything. She had no idea. I was going to have to work up a budget for her (again) and try to make her stick to it. I was beyond fed up. I rose to my feet and moved around until I was standing next to her.
"Stand up," I snapped, and she hastily got to her feet.
I sat on her chair, grabbed her arm and jerked, pulling her across my lap.
"If you're going to act like a child them I'm going to treat you like one," I snapped.
Having said that I flicked up her dress and jerked her panties down. Before the first protest was fully out of her mouth my hand landed firmly on her backside. I gave her a fine lecture, at the same time delivering a decent spanking, just so that she had something to remind her of what I was saying. She kicked her legs about and protested but there wasn't much she could do other than take it.
"It seems that you really stepped in it this time, Debbie," a masculine voice drawled.
I made a startled sound but Debbie gave a horrified scream. I could understand Debbie's feelings. The man was leaning against the doorway behind her and had an excellent view of Debbie's red bottom and other parts.
"Paul! Oh my god! I forgot you were here. This is your fault, Cathy. I was going to mention that Paul was with me but you started going on about the rent."
"We're having a sisterly discussion, Paul," I said, trying to keep calm. Paul was Debbie's boyfriend, at least she thought so. "Feel free to leave and visit another time."
Instead of leaving Paul simple came up behind Debbie and patted her bare bottom. She squealed, Paul laughed, and then scooped her up and sat her on the kitchen table. Debbie hastily pulled the front of her dress over her, hiding her treasure from his view. Paul then turned to me.
"From what I heard you were educating Debbie on the wise use of money," he said, taking my arm and pulling me to my feet. "A lesson well worth learning and I guess I approve."
With that he took my place on the chair and pulled me across his knee.
"You, on the other hand, need a lesson on keeping your cool and using logic and reasoning to make your points in an argument."
Maybe so, but it wasn't logic and reasoning that saw my dress lifted and my panties head downwards. I screamed and tried to cover my bottom and he laughed, brushed my hands away, and his hand came down in a very hard spank. He went on to lecture me on the proper decorum for a young lady (presumably he meant me) and delivered a spanking that was a damn sight harder than the one I gave Debbie.
The worst of it was that while I'd simply spanked Debbie's bottom (and she deserved it) his hands were a lot bigger than mine and covered more than just my bottom. I was prepared to swear that when his long fingers came down between my legs and slapped against my pudenda it was deliberate, not just an accident due to large hands.
Now it was my turn to struggle and protest to no avail as Paul had no intention of stopping the spanking until he was ready to. My temper had cooled considerably while spanking Debbie and now it was heating up again.
Paul finally stopped spanking me, stood, lifting me as he did so, and sat me on the table next to Debbie. I immediately did what Debbie had done, adjusted the front of my dress to properly cover myself.
Paul just stood there, smiling at us, looking us over. He shook his head sadly.
"Two naughty little girls feeling sorry for themselves," he said with a laugh.
I glared at him. Debbie didn't. I suspected she saw him as her saviour right then, seeing he'd stopped her spanking.
Paul reached down and to my surprise he grabbed my panties and slid them further down and off. He then did the same to Debbie. I continued glaring at him but Debbie was blushing.
Both of us had our hands in our laps, ensuring that our dresses didn't get dislodged and expose us. It didn't help. Paul calmly moved Debbie's hands away and lifted her dress, tucking it up inside itself and effectively leaving her naked from the waist down. Debbie's legs snapped together and Paul just shook his head.
"No," he said firmly, hands on her knees, moving them apart. In my opinion Debbie acted like a proper little tart, leaving her legs spread that way. He then turned to me and proceeded to do the same thing. Shifted my hands, rolled up my dress, and then pushed my legs apart. I was going to close them again when I saw the look on his face and I didn't quite dare.
