I had just turned 16 and was staying with our ancient gran (55 years old) with my sister April who would turn 14 in a couple of weeks’ time. Mum was away at a conference or some other work thing for the weekend so she had bundled us off to gran’s house. We loved gran to bits, but she had become increasingly crotchety over the last few years. Mum put it down to a chronic back problem, which would make her life difficult for the next few decades. To a fit young thing like me, that was a poor excuse, especially if it impinged on my fun and games.
Friday and Saturday passed. April and I had two bust ups, not big ones, just normal brother/sister stuff, like you should do the washing up, you should help gran with the cooking, nothing serious. I did get a telling-off when I sat on April and pinned her to the sofa after gran called her to help with the pots and pans. April got a couple of smacks to the bottom for ignoring gran, and I got a real roasting for my part in that.
Gran had had a poor night’s sleep on the Saturday night, not helped by April playing her music too loudly. So, come Sunday, gran was not really in a good frame of mind to start with. Being teenagers, that washed over us and we continued as we had left off the previous day.
In truth, I barely remember how it all kicked off. April, I think, made a snide comment. I responded, and within seconds, we were rolling around on the lounge floor. April tried to land a blow on me and I tried to pin her down. Inevitably, it did not end well. I rolled over holding April, and one of us touched gran’s coffee table which had a vase of flowers on it. The vase wobbled, the table was touched again, and this time the vase was sent crashing to the floor where it smashed into a thousand tiny pieces. At that sound, gran came dashing in from the garden where she was pruning her roses.
“What in God’s name are you two doing? Get up, get up now before you cut yourselves. That vase was a wedding present from grandpa’s favourite aunty, may she rest in peace.”
Gran was close to tears. She scuttled away, brought in a long handled brush and pan and we helped her tidy up the mess.
“Sorry gran,” was about all I could muster as we tried not to prick our fingers.
“You blooming well will be lad,” she said with steely eyes glaring at each of us in turn.
“He started it gran, honestly!” April tried to shift the blame onto me.
“I don’t give tuppence who started it,” she said as the last of the glass shards disappeared from the floor into the pan. “But I know I am jolly well going to finish it,” she growled as she emptied the last of the broken glass into the kitchen waste bin.
Having returned the brush and pan to the cupboard in which they resided, she strode back into the lounge with her sleeves literally and metaphorically rolled up.
“Right, now to deal with you two. You have both been a pain all weekend. Now it is my turn,” she said cryptically. “Tom, come here!” she instructed in a clear and measured tone.
Cautiously, I walked over to her.
“Yes, gran?” I asked meekly.
“I am going to give you both a spanking that you will remember for a long time. Tom, take off your shorts!”
“I’m sorry gran, what?” I said in disbelief.
“I said, cloth ears, take off your shorts!” she repeated.
Standing, shaking slightly, I unfastened the button and zip on my shorts and they sank rapidly down my legs and pooled at my feet. Whilst trying my best to maintain my balance and composure, I used one hand to support myself on the arm of the sofa as I lifted each leg in turn and stepped out of my shorts.
Instantly, I regretted wearing a pair of pants that were clearly too small for me and had footballs printed on them. I heard April snigger when they came into view and gran shot her a look which silenced her immediately.
Gran then returned to the task in hand. Without warning and without any indication that doing this was at the very least out of the ordinary, or at least I hoped it was, gran hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of my underpants and hoicked them down before I could say or do anything. My face turned beetroot I, am sure, before they hit the ground and April gasped. My hands instantly shifted to my front to hide myself but gran slapped them away.
“You might be almost a man now, but you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Gran often bathed us when April and I were much younger. Now turn around and bend over the arm of the sofa. Get that backside well up in the air.”
I immediately obeyed gran’s instructions. At least my privates were no longer on display as I quickly bent over, unsure how this was going to unfold. Without another word, gran smacked my bottom with her hand with a force I would not have associated with someone of her age. My bottom was burning as she repeatedly slapped her hand down on my bare bottom. I managed to catch a glimpse of April, who had a look halfway between fascination and fear at what was happening. It was clear gran meant business. Her spanks were measured and even-paced.
“Right, Tom, that is you dealt with. Get up and go and stand by your sister,” gran instructed.
“Can you pass me my pants please, gran? I almost pleaded.
“No. Stand up and do as you are told, unless you want me to fetch my hairbrush,” she repeated the instruction.
Feeling totally humiliated, I stood trying to keep my back to them. I stared at the floor and wished it would swallow me. April looked in the opposite direction.
“April, your turn. Off with your shorts too!”
April unfastened her denim shorts, revealing a pair of high cut pale cream panties.
“No, no, gran!” exclaimed April as gran pulled her panties down to her knees.
I immediately looked away. It was embarrassing enough her seeing me like this, no way did I wish to see my sister in the same predicament.
“Bend over.”
Quick a flash, April did, her white bottom standing out against her suntanned body. Gran immediately set about spanking her bottom as efficiently as she had mine moments earlier. I couldn’t help but notice April’s bottom was rapidly turning bright pink and then red as her spanking continued. April was sobbing within the first ten or a dozen spanks hitting home, and continued to do so for the remainder of her spanking.
“Right, you are done now as well. Get up and stand next to Tom.”
April clearly did not want to, but had to get up. As she did, I grabbed a cushion from the side of the sofa I was standing next to and, underhand, tossed it to her just before she rose. Grabbing it gratefully, she covered herself and her modesty was just about intact.
Whilst my bottom still burned, I thankfully realised April did not cast her eyes anywhere near me.
“Now get out of my sight and get dressed! I don’t want to see either of you until I call you for dinner.”
I grabbed my pants and put them back on, whilst April whisked her panties back up, gathered her shorts and ran up to her room. The door slammed. I put my shorts on and followed her upstairs. Quietly, I listened at the door and she was sobbing into her pillow.
I knocked gently and asked, “You OK, April?”
“Go away! I have never been so embarrassed in all my life,” she said between sobs.
“OK, but it was just as bad for me, you know,” I said pointedly as I too went back to my room and lay on the bed to process what had just happened.
TG