"Our puppy here needs a good paddling," the tall brunette announced to her younger sister, "Bare-assed, of course." She regarded her cousin, like her in his mid-teens, with a haughty stare. "Don't you, my boy?"

He grimaced. "We're going back to school tomorrow--"

"Where I'll hardly be able to blister your buttocks privately," the older girl interrupted, "So I should do it now."

"Why, Belle?" the twelve-year-old blonde asked uncertainly. Her light-complected facial features were more delicate than the brunette's hard-faced visage.

"This pup will annoy me no end starting tomorrow," Belle explained, "Thinking he's so cool with that gang of losers he hangs around with."

"So you want to spank him for his future behavior?" her sister demanded.

"Exactly, Cissy...I won't be nearly so irritated if I remember him red-bottomed and bawling over my lap." The brunette frowned. "Lower-class trash, his cohorts."

Cissy gasped. "But his best friend is team captain of--"

Belle snorted loudly. "Big athletic superstar, so what? He's a conceited jock who's full of himself--with his bullying..."

"That should make you admire him, Belle," her cousin interjected sharply, "Except that your domineering is much more extensive."

"I'm about to dominate your impudent arse," she rejoined, "With your complete cooperation."

Cissy's brow furrowed. "Why would he cooperate?"

"No choice," the boy muttered. "We have a binding...agreement."

"Absolutely binding," Belle affirmed. "I insisted that you be included, Cissy, so you can smack his bare behind too."

Cissy frowned contemplatively. She acknowledged that her cousin associated with a couple students whose family backgrounds were questionable, notably a rat-faced little worm and a smart but seemingly troubled classmate.

"Right," she agreed, "For our family's honor."

"You heard her, cousin," Belle stated, "Drop your drawers and get across her knee."

He grudingly obeyed, lowering his trousers and briefs. Once he'd bent over his younger cousin's lap, she pulled his robe forward to expose his trim white backside.

Retrieving from her purse a sturdy, flat-backed hairbrush, Belle handed it to Cissy. "Whack him really hard," the brunette urged, "Make him yip like a punished puppy."

The twelve-year-old did exactly that, walloping her victim's naked buttcheeks with ever-increasing enthusiasm. Soon the teenager was squirming atop Cissy's thighs and yelping with every crack of the brushback's unyielding surface against his reddening rump, but she continued plastering his posterior for over six minutes.

"That was such fun," she noted.

"Good work, Cissy." Belle accepted the oakwood brush as the girls changed places, then their spankee found himself bare-bottom-up over an older feminine knee. "That was a solid warmup for the main event, which will have our puppyboy bawling like a baby."

That was precisely what happened, Belle administering an emphatic, blistering-hard hairbrushing that reduced her bare-assed cousin to a blubbering toddler, kicking and wriggling frantically yet unable to resist the extended chastisement. She gleefully paddled his bouncing buns until they glowed a deep crimson hue, radiating waves of sizzling heat.

Cissy giggled. "He carried on like you were killing him."

Belle smirked. "That was a serious spanking..."