“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 elevated naked asscheeks.
“I thought you’d appreciate it, naughty child.” Sitting up straight and encircling Carlton’s waist with her left arm after shifting the paddle back to her right hand, Nantessa eagerly lifted the solid paddle high over her shoulder; her own gluteal globes pressed down against the bed as she took chastising aim at Carlton’s invitingly-framed, quivering round buttcheeks. “NOW you can bawl for real, brother dear!”