Disciplined on Carnival Day15

Her weeping and wailing were sincere and loud, and in my own mind this was a spanking for teasing a little sister, not a spanking for being late and not where she was supposed to be. As much as I had wanted to sneak into the hall and watch, my plan fell apart. I was now too scared to move. What if I got caught peeking? What if Daddy is standing in the hall and I open this bathroom door? He’ll know I was spying! They would know that I left that door open on purpose! I’d probably get a spanking too, just for spying on Tammy! Finally the fast and furious spanking came to an end, though you couldn’t tell by listening to Tammy still sobbing and bawling as if she were still being spanked. I could just picture Tammy lying there with her red bottom on display on Mom’s lap, and I was cruelly happy that she had been spanked.