My Sister Got Spanked

Brian Lorenzo was an asshole and a bully. Left back from the grade ahead of us due to his poor academic performance, we were wondering why we now had to have this screw-up in our class when we had done nothing to deserve it. He was obviously bigger and older than all of us but we now had to share recess and lunch with him. He took every opportunity to physically intimidate me and my classmates when the teachers were not looking. Pushing the top athletes in our class around the school yard and establishing his alpha-dog status. After the first 2 weeks of the new semester I couldn’t take it and tried to organize a sneak attack against Brian with the strongest fellow athletes in my class. We jumped him on the recess break but he was so much bigger than us that he fought us all off and then proceeded to kick our individual asses. He shoved my face into the recess yard grass and forced me to say he was the boss and I was a wimp in front of my fellow classmates. Then he made me eat some grass as my classmates snickered at me. Disgraced and embarrassed in front of my peers, I plotted revenge against this buffoon and dreamt of many diabolical ways that I would embarrass him in front of everyone and thus regain some status with my classmates.

After that foiled coup attempt, we all settled into an uneasy hierarchy with Brian at the top but all the original class athletes seething at him just below. He would force the smart kids to do his homework and create cheat sheets for the tests. We all hated him but couldn’t do much to change the situation.

Halfway through the semester at a holiday break comes my birthday. I was excited as my parents had said I could have a party with all my classmates. But when Brian’s parents had met my parents the week before my party and then mentioned that Brian had not gotten an invitation they forced me to send him one in order to maintain neighborhood relations. I protested vehemently to them and explained that he was the class dunce and bully and nobody wanted to have him at my party. They chastised me and forced me to write him an invitation to my party. I was so dejected as I dropped the invitation into the postal box that I really was hoping to cancel the party. What was just a day before the most exiting event of the year suddenly became the most loathed event of my life.

I was so ashamed I was forced to invite him that I refused to tell the rest of the class that he may actually show up at the party. After a few days I got my head around the idea and thought it may not be so bad. But then my parents got a last minute invite to a sold-out musical and they mentioned that my older sister would be back from college that holiday weekend and that she would be taking over the for my parents and would be our combined babysitter/chaperone for the party. I was dumbstruck as I processed the meaning of their statement. I had an on-going rivalry with my 2 years older sister and I really didn’t trust her to make sure things didn’t get out of hand if that bully Brian started making trouble. Again my protestations went unheeded as my parents were focused on seeing a sold-out musical. Fuming, I went to my bedroom and tried to envision how badly thing might go and then try to develop a back-up plan. However, there are some scenarios that you can never prepare for.

On the Saturday of my birthday, I tried to soothe my feelings of dread by telling myself that no major altercations had occurred since our coup-de-tat against Brian that 2nd week of class. As long as we deferred to him no fights broke out and none of us were beaten to a pulp. So, while my classmates would be dismayed at his presence we would still eventually end up having fun. My older sister however, was a bigger wildcard in the equation. I hadn’t seen her since she left for an out-of-state university in August, While others mentioned that she had a hot body with black hair running to the mid-length of her back and fairly large breasts for her age and a “bubble butt” which projected to provide a seductive rear view, I only knew her as my tormentor. She would spare no expense when it came to demeaning in front of my friends or complete strangers. I frankly had enjoyed her absence since she went off to a different college. But she arrived back this morning before my parents had left for the city to see their show. She looked a bit different than when she left, her hair was fuller over her face and she had grown in certain places that made me look twice at her. Her hips were much curvier and so were her breasts. But she still had that pouty, devilish look in her face when she saw me. I said “hello, sis” in a nonchalant way and in front of my parents thanked her for watching over my birthday party. To which she slyly smiled and said “you’re welcome, I know you will be on your best behavior.” She then turned and continued talking with my parented about the logistics of the day, my parents would be back on Sunday around noon and she was to ensure that the party-goers were well-behaved and that they all left by 9:00 PM.