“Don’t cry, Carltie–not yet, anyway–because I’ve got good news.” Nantessa reached back with her right hand, picking up the wooden paddle. She gently pressed the paddle’s smooth striking surface against the base of his posterior.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be back to bright glowing red long before I’m finished paddling them, baby boy. Before we start, would you like to read this spanking paddle’s inscription, Carltie?” Momentarily shifting the chastisement implement to her left hand, Nantessa leaned leftward to hold its smooth varnished top in front of her sibling spankee’s face.
Through already-tearing eyes Carlton focused his vision on the thick scarlet lettering–“SIBLING SEAT-SIZZLER: FOR APPLYING SOUND SISTERLY SPANKINGS TO BABY-BROTHERLY BUMCHEEKS!”
“Vuh-Very ah-alliteratuh-tive, ma’am,” he stammered, thinking about the other side of the solid-looking paddle–the surface that would be blisteringly visiting and revisiting his bottom