Disciplined on Carnival Day9

I knew that there was a pretty good chance that Jenny would be getting a spanking too. Ha! Who is the baby now? Where are the ‘big girls’ who are allowed to ride their bikes to the carnival grounds? This was vengeance of the very best kind for me! It was wrong, but I couldn’t resist. Tammy was lying on her tummy on her bed, crying into her pillow, and I was right there beside her, filled with the scandal of the moment… “Where *were* you?” “Go away!” “Why were you late?” “Get out!” “You’re gonna get a spankin’, aren’t you?” “Nooo!” Half denial, half prayer. “Why didn’t you come home?” “Mom’s really mad – so is Daddy!” “Leave me alone!” “Who is gonna spank you? Mom or Dad?” “Whaaa! Shut up – go away – leave me alone!” “I don’t have to go. This is my room, too!” I looked at my sister’s bottom as she laid there crying. Her summer shorts were modest, but she had lots of her tan legs bare and, and I knew that her rear would be pretty sore pretty soon even if she did keep her shorts on, which I doubted would happen anyhow.