My Sister Got Spanked

That bully Brian Lorenzo had gotten the better of my sister and I at my 16th birthday party. His stupid idea to try to administer a birthday spanking to me had lead to my older sister, Michelle, intervening. But she was no match for Brian and ended up getting spanked by him in front of my high school classmates. Worse than that, he stripped her nude during the spanking and then fucked her doggy-style over the picnic table in our backyard. My classmates loved it because she was always a bitch and she had often bullied them when she had babysat them. She is 18 and a freshman at college and she used to be able to kick Brian’s ass whenever he tried to bully any of us. But Brian has gotten bigger over the past year and is physically strong enough to match my sister. For more details please refer to part 1 which is called “My Sister Got Spanked by the School Bully”

The day after my birthday, Michelle and I were cleaning up the backyard from the mess left by all the kids who attended my party. Neither of us had spoken about the prior day’s incident as we were both somewhat humiliated by it. But as we were picking up the trash in the yard I could sense a growing restlessness and anger in her. I wasn’t sure where her anger would be focused, on Brian for spanking her and then fucking her, or on me for not rushing to her rescue but instead just staring at her and then jerking off as I watched her get fucked. I was relieved when she said: “You know we have to get that asshole back for what he did to us yesterday.” “Sure sis, but what can we do, he is bigger and stronger than both of us. We can’t beat him in a fight” I responded. “Follow me and I’ll tell you” she said as we went into the house and up to her bedroom, away from the ears of our parents. Once inside her room she locked the door and then she started to tell me about a plan she had been thinking of that didn’t involve a physical confrontation with Brian.

The plan was daring and, if all went well, would result in the expulsion of Brian from my private high school. Just the thought of that outcome made me fantasize about how awesome high school would be if he was no longer in it. But how could we accomplish that? As it turned out, Michelle was majoring in graphics arts at college and she was very good at using photo-editing software. The plan she had hatched would involve getting some photos of Brian, taken at the same angle and distance that the school’s hallway security cameras. She would then superimpose Brian’s image standing next to the hallway fire alarm. She would time and date stamp the photos to match to the exact time that school fire alarm would go off. At that point in the explanation I stopped her and said: “What do you mean, the exact time the fire alarm will go off?” She then said that I would have to pull the fire alarm in the school hallway and make sure that I was not seen doing it. I became very skeptical at that, but she assured me that if I could excuse myself to go to the restroom during an afternoon period then the hallway would most-likely be empty. In the meantime, she would take her doctored photos which would be on a memory stick and load them onto the school security camera servers and overwrite the photos of me actually pulling the alarm. When the school vice principal reviewed the security camera images, he would see none other than Brian Lorenzo pulling the fire alarm. It is a serious offense falsely pulling a fire alarm and Brian would definitely be expelled from school once they saw the evidence.

The plan sounded risky, but I was looking for any possible way to get my revenge on Brian, no matter the risk. We reviewed a few more details and discussed timing and decided that it was worth a shot. We were both becoming elated at the possibility of Brian being expelled. It would be the best revenge and he would never see it coming. I noticed my sister’s anger had now morphed into self-satisfaction and anticipation. We were both sitting on her bed and her expression changed from satisfaction to devilishness. She narrowed her eyes and said: “David, Brian spanked you in front of you classmates and completely humiliated you. This is your chance to get your revenge on that overgrown buffoon. Not to mention what he did to me, your older sister, in front of all your friends.” This brought my mind back to the fresh images of yesterday, when Michelle was being spanked by Brian. Certain images were more prominent than others as the event flashed in my mind. I remembered her defiantly threatening Brian; him gaining control over her and pushing over the picnic table; the faces of my classmates who were shocked and delighted; her bikini being ripped off; Michelle raising her ass up off the table to meet Brian’s hand; her sexual moans; Michelle looking back over her shoulder as Brian slid his cock into her; and then her orgasms. I suddenly had a raging hard-on and wanted to excuse myself and jerk-off immediately. Michelle saw the effect that her reference to yesterday was having on me. She smiled in a naughty way, put her hand on my shoulder and then whispered seductively in my ear: “David, if this plan works… maybe I’ll let YOU spank me like Brian did. Naked, over your lap, your hands punishing your bitchy sister’s ass, and maybe you’ll do what Brian did to me. Oh, and by the way, I never came so hard in my life as I did yesterday when he fucked me while everyone of those little brats was watching me, imagining it was them spanking my ass, fucking me, getting their own revenge on me as they masturbated. And even you, my own little brother, jerking your cock off watching me get fucked by your worst high-school enemy. It made me cum so hard, I fucking loved it!” It was too hot for me to handle. “Ooohhhhh Nooooo!!!!” I exhaled as I exploded in my pants, my hips thrusting back and forth in the air. A large wet stain appeared on the crotch of my jeans. My sister leaned back and laughed. “You are too easy, David! Go get showered and focus on our payback for Brian Lorenzo.”

We agreed that Monday early afternoon would be the optimal time for our plan to unfold. My sister would wear her old school uniform so she would blend in with the other students. Her uniform consisted of a white, long-sleeved blouse, a red plaid skirt, and short white socks with black patent-leather shoes. The shoes matched her black hair was hanging just below her shoulders. The blouse was tight on her since she had developed larger breasts and her skirt was also tantalizingly high up on her thighs since her ass was fuller now. After seeing her in her uniform, I thought it would not make for good camouflage at all as she looked incredibly hot. But it was her plan, so I didn’t object. She had taken the photos she needed of Brian during mid-morning break at 10:30 AM. She uploaded them to her laptop and did the photo edits to make Brian stand in front of the hallway fire alarm. Then she put the time and date stamped photos on the memory stick and texted me that the plan was a “GO”. She texted me the time stamp of 1:42 PM. That meant I had to excuse myself from class by around 1:35 PM in order to get to the alarm and pull it and then come out of the restroom acting surprised.

At 1:35 PM I raised my hand in history class and excused myself. I walked carefully down the hallway, closing in on the fire alarm. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry. I was now in front of the alarm. I checked the time 1:41. I stood there for what seemed an eternity until I saw the numbers changed to 1:42. I looked up at the security camera and pulled the alarm. Huge red bells throughout the school started ringing like crazy. Blue lights started flashing along the hallway. I ran to the restroom and tried to catch my breath. About 15 seconds later I started to hear students and teachers filling the hallway. The din increased and I felt it was now safe for me to walk out into the throng of students marching down the hallway to the front exits. I joined the crowd and blended anonymously into it as we exited the building and lined up in the parking lot. I found my history class and joined them in our appointed section as we waited for the fire company to arrive and turn off the alarm. A sense of exhilaration filled me! I had actually done it. I followed the plan to a “T” and executed my part perfectly. It was pure bliss as I imagined the near future where Brian Lorenzo would be hauled up in front of school and publicly humiliated for disrupting our day. He would definitely be expelled now. I reveled in my own awesome capabilities.