This story's setting is three weeks following Perspective, inside the Highsmith residence in Patton Place on the planet Vladivost, mid-28th century. This story is based on the fictional Rejuve Universe created by Lurking Dragon.
Dueling Brushes
By Crimson Kid
Sophia Highsmith, gloriously naked, burst into her son's bedroom carrying his 'Personal Punisher' paddle. His mild surprise wasn't due to her state of undress–she was usually nude at home.
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"I'll be administering your bedtime paddling, honey," she stated cheerfully. "Uncle Nathan's eyes need a break." Seating herself on Heinrich's bed, she patted her lap. "Climb aboard face down, you're heading for Sorebottom City."
"Okay, Maman." The six-yeat-old Penitatas complied resignedly, then felt his burgundy sleeper outfit's seat flap being lowered to expose his trim buttocks.
Pinning the boy's right wrist against his lower back, Sophia patted his twitching bumcheeks with the lexanite spanker. "Don't worry, Heinie, I promise to spank your bare buns just as long and hard as Mommy would've."
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She proved herself quite trustworthy, delivering an extended blistering-hot walloping that quickly had Heinrich weeping and wailing, his naked posterior reddening to a crimson glow that briefly appeared violet with every impact of the blue-tinted transparent paddle .
Portia Highsmith entered the bedroom while her sister was comforting the well-punished penny in a tight embrace.
"That's a shiny apple-red rump," the tall policewoman noted playfully. "I haven't seen a naughty behind polished up like that since... two weeks ago, actually." She coughed apologetically. "We'd better be going, Sophe, my darling husband can't stop leering at you and Marta's quite unhappy–"
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As if to illustrate her point, a commotion of shouted accusations and physical struggling came from the living room.
"Get out there," Sophia instructed. "I'll get Heinie asleep under the inducer–the nanolotion can wait."
Two minutes later, she entered the living room to find her spouse Marta being blocked from reaching her brother-in-law, Nathan Birdsong, by Portia's physical intervention.
Marta, an Amazonian combat-trained Starfleet Marine, was barely restraining herself from lunging toward Nathan. "You filthy-minded son-of-a-bitch," she muttered.
"You can't blame me for for looking if she's flaunting herself," he countered.
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Sophia questioned her sister. "Is Nathan wearing bare-bottom spankybriefs?" Portia nodded wordlessly. "Then it's time for dual discipline, I'd venture."
Shortly, Marta and Nathan found themselves bent over the thighs of their respective seated spouses, trousers at knee level and underwear-exposed derrieres being emphatically walloped by sturdy flat-backed wooden hairbrushes.
The spanking sisters seemed to encourage each other to wallop their reddening twin-moon targets ever more energetically, leaving their victims bawling helplessly as they futilely squirmed from the intensive stinging smacks.
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"That will teach you to ogle a practicing Naturalist like she's a strip-tease dancer for some patri-dom Neanderthals," Portia scolded her sobbing husband. "What archaic Falwellian behavior."
"But that doesn't justify threats of physical violence," Nude Sophia admoished her own mate. "Now it's time for you two to switch laps."
"You'll be closer to my naked sister than you'd dreamed," the policewoman informed Nathan, "But I doubt that you're going to enjoy the experience."
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Moments later with exchanged targets, the dueling brushes began vigorously whacking away again...
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid 2006
