Smack! Smack! Smack!

At the top of the stairs, Brenda Logan sighed as she
turned the doorknob, knowing full well what she would
find. Only one question crossed her mind. Would she
find niece Rebecca spanking nephew Christopher--or the
other way around?

When Brenda opened the door, Rebecca looked up from
her bed and smiled, her twin brother over her
lap--again. Collette took some consolation that
Christopher had his underpants pulled down in back,
rather than off completely.

"Becky, you're supposed to be napping," complained her
16-year-old aunt. "Besides, you mustn't take your
brother's pants down."

"But you do!" replied the 8-year-old. "And that time
Daddy spanked me, he pulled them down too. Why can't
I?"

"Because you're not an authority figure," explained
her aunt for the umpteenth time. "You know your mom
disapproves of spankings. If she ever catches you..."

"How come Mommy doesn't go for spankings?" asked
Christopher, lifting his head from the bed, his eyes
damp. "And you and Daddy do?"

"Never you mind! That's a very long and complicated
story."

"Tell us again about the spanking games when you were
little and Daddy was a teenager," begged Rebecca.
"Tell us about the time you got caught."

"No!" said her aunt sharply. "I've told you these
games are dangerous. If your Mommy finds out, she'll
fire me. She'll get some mean, old woman to watch you
after school. Whatever am I going to do with you two?"

"Spank us!" both exclaimed in unison.

"Okay, but only if you promise to stop playing this
game!"

Christopher wanted to go first. Soon Brenda's large
handprints had obliterated his sister's tiny
handprints. As he wept, his sister inspected his
bright red buns, her eyes gleaming.

"You gonna spank me real hard, like Chris?" she asked,
bouncing from one foot to the other.

When Brenda nodded, Rebecca clapped her hands, "Oh
boy, it's SO scary waiting to get it! Don't you
think?"

Brenda nodded at her niece's insightful comment.

When Christopher recovered some decorum, his sister
replaced him over their aunt's lap. Christopher
vigorously rubbed his buns, his tear-stained face
contradicting his gleeful smile as Brenda spanked and
Rebecca wailed.

"I hope you've both had enough," said Brenda from the
door, her palm smarting. "Now go to sleep!"

But 20 minutes later, Brenda heard suspicious sounds
upstairs and decided to investigate. This time, she
took her trusty hairbrush. Outside the door, she
paused.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I've created a monster," she declared to nobody in
particular as she turned the knob, wondering who she
would find on top.