She sat down on a nearby chair and crooked her finger at me. Very reluctantly, I approached her. There were no half-measures with me. My mom immediately lowered both my shorts and my underpants and I blushed at the thought that Cheryl was getting as good a look at my private areas as I had of hers.
I didn’t have long to think about that, though, as Mom grabbed my left wrist and placed me firmly over her knee, beginning to spank me with her hand almost immediately. My bottom was burning already and I knew I had the hairbrush still to come. I broke down in tears as Mom disciplined me, and I noticed Cheryl, still bare bottomed herself, staring at my own naked rump as it bounced up and down under the hard slaps.
Finally, the moment came. “Hand me that hairbrush, will you?” My aunt obliged and suddenly the temperature in my rump rocketed. It was a whole new world of pain, and I got far more than the 10 strokes which had been applied to Cheryl’s bottom.
Afterwards, we were both sent to bed early in disgrace, with no dinner. Those hungry tummies and sore bottoms made sure both us children behaved like angels for the rest of that holiday.