"Just you wait little sister. When my boyfriend gets home I expect you to be ready. To be ready to be sorry."

Her words ring in my ears as I change. I live with my older sister. Mom and Dad are on Sabbatical. It's her house, so it's her rules. She believes that humiliation is an important part of any proper punishment. I put on the only piece of clothing I'll be allowed to wear tonight. A pink nighty so sheer it covers me not at all. So short both my bare bottom and bare shaven pussy show just beneath the frilly fringe. Did I tell you she believes in humiliation.

Smirking a smile so evil as she looks me up and down. Her Sorority pledge paddle waits ominously on the kitchen table. It's three feet long, eight inches wide and half an inch thick. Some greek letters and faded signatures grace the blade. Eighteen holes in two rows line it's length, none of which are counter sunk. 'A plain hole causes the skin to rise up and blister my little sister,' she likes to say.

"Remember when he knocks, you swing the door wide open to greet him or I'll add six to the total. Let the neighbors beware."

Hacks as we call them are always given in six, twelve, eighteen or God help me twenty four. Only had one of those. Not eager to repeat. Three from my left, a brief respite and then three backed from my right. 'The far cheek gets most of the grief.'

She never lets me know how many I'm to get. After six I stand in the middle of the room eyes closed, fingers locked behind my neck, sticking my tits and red ass out for twenty minutes. Out of sight in the corner,I might be tempted to rub. 'I work too hard making it all pink and pretty to hide it away from view.' It's only over when she bends me over for more and she swats me with her hand instead of the the paddle that I know I'm done with the paddle.

The door knocks. I run to get it. She might be timing me. Opening, I find two men staring at me, both laughing and looking me up and down, taking their time to come in. Minutes later I finally get to close the door, so I can go to meet my doom.

Per rule; feet three apart, hands on my knees with my back arched looking straight forward. I may hold this position for up to fifteen minutes before the first hack. My nighty falls away, revealing from the front and sides what little breasts I own. My nipples are stiff from the notice. I feel the breath of the new man on my vagina as he kneels to examine me.

"I bet you didn't expect to meet anyone new tonight?"

Putting it mildly. Her boyfriend is taunting me with the paddle in front of me. Ten minutes later, my sister takes it from him.

I feel it on me for aim. Stepping into to it she lets fly from around her shoulder. Smack. Ham and thigh together crack as I scream. Rising up a little, dancing. Jogging from one foot to the other. So long as my hands are above my head and I get back onto position within thirty seconds, no penalty.

She spits on the paddle for show. I try and settle down, though my cheeks wiggle out of my control. Smack. Tip toes. Deep knee bends. Tits flying every which way. Tears welling.

Smack. A new wrinkle. She runs up three steps smacking me so hard I fall over. I almost rub. Down on the floor I hear the new guy counting to himself. I get up quickly to position.

Both of them tsk tsk the new guy. Why give warning? We want her to earn more. A long finger nail scratches my new rising blisters. Minute or two of grace to allow them to grow before she takes position.

Sweat rolling in my eyes. Heat burning off my bottom. Smack, surprising me. Wriggling, pouting in her direction. Her finger wags me down. Smack. Wanting to say, 'No fair.' Words are not allowed.

"Down."

She's giving me no time between, hoping I'll earn extras. Smack. Snot coming out my nose from crying so hard. I waddle over to the middle of the room waiting as they drool over me.

The men are hot from watching, trying not to show it to my sister, who I know is hot from spanking me. She's even admitted it. My little bald pussy is hot too. I was very careful shaving it today after getting home from college.

Wiggling my shame in air as I cry freely an awful thought comes to mind. My sister has hinted for weeks about a really great guy she wants me to meet. What if this guy is him and this is my blind date. She already controls my home life and punishes me for anything other than perfection in school, does she mean to control my love life too. How can can she?

She can by paddling me. Reject spending time with him and she finds new reasons to paddle me? Will he have the same rights to strip and hand spank me as her boyfriend? Of course he will. If it isn't the one and he's just a friend do the same rights apply? Probably.

Sister rubs a little then places the paddle firm on both cheeks. Has it been twenty minutes already?

Is the new guy intended as a blind date or just more humiliation. Either way I'll get at least eighteen. I can feel it in her smack. I hope this is just a show for a friend. The former will mean more pain. He's cute, butt not that cute.