A Good Soaping

Jill decided that I, and Jen, have been developing too much of a potty mouth lately; she also insists that we have become sassy, argumentative, and backtalkish. I disagree. But she doesn't seem to care.

She says she has something different in store for us this time. She leads us to the guest bedroom, the one at the end of the hall, the one we never really use or play in, actually saving it for guests. This bit of the unknown is unnerving.

Once there, we are each put in separate corners, and my shorts are pulled down, along with my panties, and my hands are placed behind my back above my fanny. I can then hear her walk over to Jen, and I can hear her skirt being rolled up, and the sound of a sharp slap, with an accompanying girlish squeak, and then the rustle of nylon panties descending. The voyeur in me wants to know which pair she has on, but the coward in me remains facing the corner, silent.

Jill leaves, but returns shortly, purposeful steps, like everything she does, announcing her arrival. I feel her fingers on my ear just after I sense her behind me; this means not only that I'm going first, but that she is more irritated with Jen than myself, going second is always more horrid, neither of us is terribly brave, and a coward dies a thousand deaths.

She sits on a chair, next to a nightstand with a bowl on it, and pulls me, sitting, on to her lap. Then she reaches into the bowl, and says open. I do, closing my eyes as I see what looked like a bar of soap in her hand, and then it is in my mouth! I start to fuss and sputter and cry, and she stands me back up, holding my hands, while I dance in distress. She has me in the corner again, facing her now, so she can see I'm keeping the soap in, and the LAST thing I'm worried about now is being bare to her eyes from the waist down.

I see Jen marched over to the chair, and later I realize that the panties I was interested in are palest blue, sheer little nylon bikinis. She sputters with the soap treatment, as did I, and then back in her corner, and the scolding starts, about our language, our attitude, Jill covers everything.

She comes over to me, and takes out the soap, but doesn't let me run to the bathroom to rinse or spit, and I stand there quietly crying and feeling more sorry for myself than sorry for my actions. Sue then tucks me under her left arm, my fanny to her front and I brace for the expected maternal style spanking, but instead, fingers spread my cheeks wide, and that soap stick is reintroduced to my body!

I squeal, squeak, fuss and cry and beg, but she ignores me, tells me to stand still, to be a good girl, and to behave. I'm listening much better already, I assure you. Jill makes even more of a fuss, having seen already what is in store.

Now her fingers are at my ear, and I'm back over her lap, and she picks up her brush. I tell her I'm sorry, and she says that she doubts that, that the only thing I or my 'sister' is sorry about at this moment is getting taken to task.... And she assures us both that we both will be very sincerely sorry when she is finished. And my last semi coherent thought before the spanking begins is realizing that the closest bathroom is down the hall.

The brush descends again and again. It’s not like some of the spanking s she’s given me. This one feels like fire across my rump as the brush is applied to me again and again. It hurts too much to count; it hurts too much to think. I just have to live through it. Finally it ends, my tears aren’t so quiet any more as I sob and sob. My poor bottom pulses with pain and feels very puffy. I am told that just one more swear word at anytime will result in this same treatment immediately. I sob out that I understand and am allowed to get off her lap. I am led back to the corner and I resume position with my hands behind my back, nose pressed against the wall. Tears continue to spill down my cheeks as I hear Jen led to the chair and receive the same punishment that I just went through. I can hear her crying and sobbing.

When she is finally finished we are allowed to go rinse our mouths out. We do this holding each other like the well punished girls that we are. As we get back to the bedroom our panties have fallen from our knees to our ankles. We are placed back in the corner and our time begins. We stand there simply for ever before we are allowed out of the corner. I found out later it was only an hour but it felt like an eternity.

Jen and I spend the rest of the evening bare from the waist down. Jill wants us to remember our place in her life and believe me we do. I am very focused on that fact all night.