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  She is My Sister

  By Joannie Kay

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  She is My Sister

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  Chapter One: Jenna

  It was so difficult to sit through dinner, and dessert and coffee afterwards, when Eric kept giving her those looks. His dark eyes saw right through her, and Jenna knew she was tried and found guilty without one single question being asked. The sentence would be one sound spanking… unless she could convince Eric that she had the ‘right’ of it.

  And she did have the ‘right’ of it! At least from her point of view. Her sister Stacy wanted to be loved for herself, and not because she was a television news reporter. Men asked her out all the time, but eventually Stacy would learn that all they were after was a share in her limelight, or they wanted her help in expanding their own career. In short, the men that Stacy thought loved her were only using her. Jenna thought that Edmund Cross, a new member of the law firm where Eric worked, was perfect for her sister. She couldn’t see any harm in inviting them both to dinner on the same night and allowing nature to take its course. Eric, on the other hand, called it matchmaking, and that was something he was totally against. In fact, he was so totally against matchmaking, that he’d promised her a spanking to remember if she attempted it in any way.

  The dinner went well, and even a blind man could see that Stacy and Edmund were taken with each other. When Edmund offered to give Stacy a lift home, she readily accepted, and they did not linger over their goodbyes. Jenna headed straight for the kitchen while Eric was shutting and locking the door after their guests, and she started loading the dishwasher, just to have something to do to keep her hands busy while she waited for Eric to start scolding. He didn’t keep her waiting.

  “Jenna Hart Davidson, you are going to get that sweet tush of yours set on fire. There is no way in hell that you can convince me you didn’t plan to set up Edmund and your sister.” The look on Eric’s handsome face was disapproving, and if she had any doubts about it, the hands he had on his hips and his stance let her know how unhappy he was with her.

  “I didn’t plan to try and convince you of that, darling,” Jenna softly proclaimed as she put their dinner plates into the dishwasher. “But, the important thing is that they really hit it off and I think they will be just right for each other. You know how lonely Stacy has been, and Edmund is new in town. And when you told me that his mother hosts a local cooking segment in the city where he grew up, I knew that he wouldn’t be star struck when he heard what Stacy does for a living. He would see her as a person, and not as someone who could advance his television career in some way. They also have a lot in common, more than I realized when I invited both of them for dinner tonight. Don’t you think it was a good idea?

  “I think that you expressly disobeyed me and ignored my wishes about matchmaking. What if the two of them do get involved, and then have a bad breakup? We will be stuck smack in the center of it, and they will both blame us. Are you prepared for that, Jenna?”

  “Maybe they will be like us and have a happily ever after…? All I did was invite two people to have dinner. I did not suggest that Edmund give Stacy a ride home; he came up with that idea all on his own. And, I did not insist that Stacy accept his offer. She did that all on her own. I don’t think either of them realized I was matchmaking.”

  “We’ll see.” Eric was not convinced. “In the meantime, young lady, you crossed a line with me, and you are going to face the consequences. You can stop fiddling with these dishes and take yourself into our bedroom and get ready for a sound spanking.”

  “I’m not fiddling around here, Eric; I’m cleaning up the kitchen, and I can’t go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink!” The very thought scandalized her!

  “I’ll finish cleaning the kitchen, Jenna, but you are going to do as you were told, or you’ll get a spanking right here and now, and the one you earned for matchmaking.”

  His expression told her he was serious as could be. Jenna hurried from the kitchen before she made matters worse than they already were. She shut the bedroom door behind her, a little trick that would let her know when Eric entered the room, even though she had her back to the door, and her nose in the corner. The door knob always rattled just a bit when it was touched, and that way Eric couldn’t sneak up on her, something she hated with a passion.

  The bedroom always gave her a sense of peace, even when she was about to be punished. Eric never punished her without a good reason, and a spanking healed any upsets they had before they turned into major problems. As much as she hated to admit it, Jenna believed that domestic discipline was a good foundation for marriage. When Eric informed her before they were married that she would be spanked if she disobeyed him, or if she broke other rules… rules that she agreed to… she was shocked. He gave her time to think about her decision, and Jenna did as he asked, and gave the matter some serious thought. She went over Eric’s explanation and was reassured that he would always take her opinion and her wants and needs into consideration before making a final decision, but on serious matters, his decision would be final and once it was made, she would not argue and fuss. It would save power struggles, and if the decision proved to be wrong, he would carry the guilt for making it. He also agreed that the rules in their marriage would apply to him as well, and would be agreed upon by them both. The difference was that he would self-discipline if he messed up, while she would be spanked. The thing, however, that convinced Jenna most of all that this was the type of marriage that she wanted was the news that his parents, and his grandparents, practiced this in their marriage, and they were so obviously in love and happy that it brought tears to Jenna’s eyes. She agreed to Eric’s conditions, and he agreed to a condition that she set for marriage… no drugs unless they were prescribed by a medical doctor for an illness. A good friend of hers had developed a drug habit during high school, and overdosed their senior year. Jenna knew she couldn’t bear watching another person she loved going through that hell. It was a condition that Eric didn’t even have to think about. He didn’t do drugs of any kind, and he never had… pretty much for the same reason as Jenna. Only, his high school friend didn’t overdose. He went through rehab… three times, but thankfully, by the time he and Jenna were married, he was sober and planning to stay that way.

  Jenna took off her clothing and put it either in the hamper to be washed later, or in the closet. She and Eric didn’t like clutter, and they lived as neatly as possible. She put on a nightgown, went to the bathroom and prepared herself for bed. Jenna hurried to get to the corner and pull up her nightgown to bare her butt before Eric surprised her by coming into the bedroom sooner than she expected him. He didn’t appreciate dawdling, as she’d learned early in their marriage. He’d sent her to the bedroom to wait for a spanking, telling her he was going to mow the grass. Jenna thought she had plenty of time, so she turned on her laptop, and didn’t go straight to the corner as she was told to do. Eric changed his mind about mowing the grass because the yard was still damp from an early morning shower. Jenna earned punishment for not obeyin
g him, and for refusing to accept the punishment she’d been given. She did not want a repeat of that ever again.

  Still, she stood in the corner with her nose pressed in the crevice for a good twenty minutes before she heard the doorknob rattle, announcing Eric’s presence. Jenna felt her buttocks clinch in anticipation of the pain they would endure in the next little while. Spankings were never pleasant, but they did serve to make things right in their marriage, and she always felt safe, cherished, and loved afterwards, even though her bottom would be stinging like crazy.

  “Have you thought about the possible ramifications of matchmaking, wife?” Eric asked, his voice deep with disapproval.

  “I’d rather be hopeful, Eric.” Jenna just couldn’t think of the negatives. “I know I disobeyed you, but I love Stacy enough to risk your displeasure. I want her to have the happiness we have.”

  “I want that for Stacy, too, Jenna, but it isn’t your place to play the matchmaker. It is a form of manipulation that I will not tolerate. You’ll have a clearer appreciation of my feelings on the subject by the time you’ve spent the next hour over my knee getting your backside blistered.”

  “Hour?” Jenna screeched, shocked.

  “You deliberately disobeyed me, Jenna Davidson. That warrants a seriously long session over my knee. You will not enjoy this spanking.” He took her by the arm and marched her directly over to their bed.

  Jenna tried to pull away as Eric sat down, but he gave one little tug, and she fell over his lap. His left arm wrapped around her middle, effectively pinning her right where he wanted her. Eric pushed up her nightgown and Jenna felt vulnerable as could be. The spanking started then, and Eric was not gentle. The spanks were hard, and he was not giving her any sort of a warm up, which proved he was really upset with her. Jenna had the redhead’s typical delicate skin, and the pain was terrible. “Owwwww! Not so hard, honey! Please! It hurts too much!” she insisted.

  “It is supposed to hurt. Deliberate disobedience hurts our marriage,” he scolded, making sure he reddened her sit spots next.

  “Ouch! OUCH! No!!!! No!!!!” She tried to fight her way off his lap. When that didn’t work, she tried to wiggled her bottom out of his hand’s way, but Eric seemed to know exactly which way she would twist, and his hand found its target each and every time. He even spanked her sit spots, and the tears she shed were very real. “You are hurting me, Eric!” She hoped she could guilt him into sparing her.

  “You hurt our marriage,” he answered. “This spanking has lasted less than five minutes so far; if Stacy and Edmund have a bad breakup, their hurt will last much longer than five minutes. You are going to accept the consequences of ignoring my wishes about matchmaking.” The spanking resumed, and this time it was very deliberate. He gave her five spanks on one cheek, then five on the other cheek; five on one thigh, five on the opposite thigh; ten on one sit spot, ten on the other sit spot. The spanking continued with Eric ignoring her pleas for him to stop. When he stopped again, it was to tell her that twenty minutes total had passed.

  “I can’t take any more spanking, Eric!” Jenna insisted. “I am already going to be black and blue. Please stop! I promise I will never do any matchmaking again!”

  “That is good to hear, but your punishment is not over. You may go and stand in the corner and come up with another punishment that you feel will discourage you the next time you are thinking of setting up two people.”

  “I don’t want another punishment, honey!” Jenna tearfully looked at him, her blue eyes imploring him to hear her.

  “Do you want me to take off my belt and give you the rest of the hour over a pillow on the bed getting your rump roasted with leather?” Eric hoped to impress upon her that he was serious. Jenna was either going to come up with another punishment or face a strapping that wouldn’t stop for a good long while.

  “No, I don’t want a strapping, honey!” she declared. “I’ll go to the corner.” She did so immediately, and had to resist rubbing her stinging bottom. She knew better than to give in to the urge. She was obviously in enough trouble. Jenna tried to convince herself the punishment would be worth it if Stacy was happy ever after.

  Eric was doing his best to let Jenna feel punished for all of one hour, and when she was standing in the corner, he wasn’t bruising her flesh. One thing about redheads; once their skin was reddened, each spank afterwards felt hard. She would go over his knee once more during this hour, but he hoped that she could come up with a punishment that could take the place of at least half the time she had left. He sat on the bed and watched her cute bottom wiggle as she tried to ease some of the burning pain in that manner. Of course, it didn’t work, and when Jenna realized that he could see her struggling not to reach back and rub, she was embarrassed. Even worse for her was when the itching started. Resisting the temptation to rub then was nearly impossible!

  Ten minutes later, Jenna had no clue what to suggest for a punishment. Writing an essay would come easy to her and Eric knew it. He wouldn’t accept that suggestion if she was foolish enough to offer it. He also knew that she wouldn’t mind being grounded. In fact, she would love having some time at home to work on some of her crafting or quilting. Assigning her extra chores was laughable. The house was already neat as a pin. He could possibly send her out to do community service, but then he would be worried about her going into some of the poorer, crime ridden areas of the city, and he would either have to come with her or go crazy.

  “Have you come up with anything, Jenna? There are twenty-five minutes left of your hour. Do I spank you for all of that time?”

  “Please don’t, Eric. I am really hurting.”

  “Have you come up with a punishment?”

  “I can’t think of anything you would approve of, and I have really tried. There is only one that you might accept, and I don’t want to do it at all! I’d almost rather take a long spanking!” she admitted.

  “What is it?” He already knew, and he wondered why he didn’t think of it himself. He’d sat her down at the kitchen table on a well-spanked bottom one afternoon, and insisted that she write I will not use inappropriate language five hundred times. She cried, pouted, threw the pen at him, ripped up paper, refused, and earned at least five spankings during the time she was supposed to be writing lines. It took her the entire afternoon, and they were both exhausted by the time she finished. Writing lines would be very effective.

  “I don’t want to do it, so forget it. You can think of something,” Jenna said quietly.

  “Jenna, if I take off this belt, you are going to regret it for a good week, and you know that I am right. Give me a punishment and do it now.” Eric thought he sounded like an ass, but it was important that he remain firm. Jenna was a strong woman, which he happened to love, but he needed to help her control her fire or their marriage would go up in flames.

  “I hate to write lines but it was all I could think of,” she admitted. “You know how awful it was the other time!”

  “I remember. Tell me what you think you should write and how many times you should write it so that you will remember.”

  “Damn it, Eric! I don’t want to write lines!”

  “Which is precisely why you are going to do it. Tell me what you are writing and how many times.”

  Jenna wanted to scream. She hadn’t planned on this. A spanking was one thing, and that should have been easy and done. But, an hour of punishment! Writing lines as part of it! Eric was tapping his toe impatiently. “If I absolutely had to write something, it would be I will not play matchmaker. How many? One hundred times. That would be boring enough, believe me!”

  “You will write I promise I will not play matchmaker ever again, and you will write that over and over until I tell you to stop. If there is any complaining, I will march you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap, and then you will write double what I planned originally. If your throw any tantrums, then you’ll get a strapping to sit on and you will write triple the lines I planned originally. Is that u
nderstood, little girl? I intend for this to be a punishment you will remember. Accept it and it will go easier for you. Defy me and it will be even more unpleasant. Well?”

  “I understand, but please remember that I already promised I wouldn’t do it again. I don’t need to write it over and over again to remember my promise to you. I gave that promise freely.” Jenna swallowed hard when he looked at her.

  “Were you complaining, Jenna?”

  “No, sir. Just reminding you that I gave you my promise.” That was close, she thought as he walked over to the small desk in the sitting area of the large room. He took a legal pad and an ink pen from the drawer and placed it on the table. He motioned for her to come to him, and then he gently pushed her down over the desk. His hand reheated the fires on her backside, and then he sat her down on the desk chair, handed her the ink pen, and he went and sat on the bed while she had to sit there and write the same line over and over and over. It was a terrible punishment, and all the worse because sitting hurt so much, and because she didn’t know when or if it would ever end. Jenna kept telling herself that Stacy was worth it…

  Chapter Two: Stacy

  “Stacy, what in the name of God are you doing?” Edmund Cross stopped in the act of surprising his lovely lady, and instead, he frightened her when he asked her what she was doing.

  Stacy immediately hit the button to close out of her email as she jumped to her feet and whirled to look at him. “Edmund! When did you get back? I didn’t hear you come in!” She was happy to see him, but knew that if he caught wind of what she was up to she would be squirming when she sat to do the news later that night.

  “I just got home. Stacy, what do you think you are doing? And don’t fib to me; I saw that email.”

  “You weren’t supposed to be home, and you shouldn’t have sneaked up on me, Edmund!” she angrily pointed out.