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Part Eighteen

Claudia stared at Nessa’s car as it turned the corner, in sheer disbelief that her friend was actually leaving. They pulled pranks of various degrees on each other all the time, but none of those things had ever involved Sara before. It was why Claudia had expected things to go so differently, and why she was momentarily expecting Nessa to turn around and come back.

Belatedly cupping her bare breasts when she finally processed the fact that she was nearly naked in the late afternoon sun, she quickly whipped her head left and right to make sure no one else was around. Though she was rather confident about her body, that didn’t mean she wanted to be caught like this by one of their neighbors.

Apparently Sara felt the same. “CLAUDIA.” Standing on the front porch for a moment with a hand on her hip, she asked, “What are you doing?! Someone could see you!” Not actually expecting a reply, Sara stormed down the path to the sidewalk and grabbed a handful of Claudia’s hair. “Get back inside. Now!” Just like the first time she had dragged Claudia back into the house, Sara started tugging with the tight grip she had on her step-sister’s locks.

“Ow! Sara- Sara, stop!!” Claudia gasped. She would have been scurrying back inside anyway, except now she was forced to match Sara’s brisk pace in order to somewhat alleviate the stinging of her scalp. Slightly stumbling up the steps to the porch, finding this round of being yanked around by her hair much worse now that she had to deal with the awkwardness of not wearing a bra, Claudia did the best she could to hold her breasts in place as she was jerked forward.

Rather than roughly leading Claudia back to the kitchen, Sara took a sharp turn towards the living room. “Hey!” she called through the house, “Someone close the front door?” Not breaking her stride, she dragged Claudia over to the sofa and used the forward momentum to her advantage. Sara swiftly wrapped her free arm around Claudia’s back while simultaneously falling backwards into the seat. The maneuver worked perfectly; Sara landed comfortably on the sofa while Claudia ended up over her lap. Not wanting to take any chances, Sara used the moment of surprise to position herself in a way that would allow the most control while also using her grip on Claudia’s side to pull the thong-clad girl into place.

“Do you remember your list?” Sara asked. Then she started spanking Claudia without any warning or dramatic suspense. Alternating cheeks with her sharp slaps, she answered her own question at the same time, “Vulgar language. Horrible attitude.” Both of which Claudia showed when swearing at Sara while racing out of the kitchen in order to chase Nessa. “Slutty clothes. Stripping outside is even worse than what you wear to school. Where is the pretty outfit I lent you, anyway?”

“Sara!!” Claudia was too busy trying to squirm free to actually have a conversation. For the time being, it was more about the shock and humiliation than the pain. Though Sara’s earlier spanking had been too rough, enough time had passed since then for the stinging to fade.

For a more preppy and academic girl, Sara was still decently strong. Unlike her sister, she actually went to the gym regularly. And between the grasp she maintained on Claudia’s hair, as well as the firm grip on her bare side, she managed to keep Sara in place. If anything, Claudia’s struggles just encouraged Sara to spank harder and faster. “Hold. Still.” Though Sara was new to all of this, she was intelligent enough to figure it out on the fly. Wearing out Claudia was a good way to ensure she would stop fighting and just accept her punishment.

It didn’t take long for Claudia to figure out that she wasn’t going anywhere. Her hair was the biggest reason, as there was only so much she could do when every sharp movement ended up causing her to bring more pain to herself thanks to how she inadvertently pulled against Sara’s grip in the process. All the while, Claudia had to deal with the unrelenting assault on her backside.

To make matters worse, there was an audience to this spanking. “Oh!” Celeste exclaimed, as she and Harriet stepped into the room a minute later. “Fun. Should I add the other thing?”

“Not yet. Harriet, can you go grab the hairbrush in my room? My hand is starting to sting.” Despite the casual complaint, Sara wasn’t letting up in the slightest. Keeping the same rhythm as she had for at least 30 spankings on each side, she continued with the alternating slaps.

Naturally, Claudia’s ass hurt a lot more than the hand that was spanking it, yet she had to hear about the inconvenience Sara was dealing with. And just like the initial spanking up in Sara’s room, Claudia was starting to worry about her step-sister’s lack of experience with this form of dominance. This hard, with no breaks along the way? Claudia’s tolerance was fine from her personal experimentation, but that didn’t mean she was immune to bruising. This had already gone on longer than before, and it sounded like Sara planned on continuing with the brush. “Sara-”

WHACK.

Sara’s hand cracked down much, much harder than any of the previous strikes. “Bad girl!” she exclaimed, “Not a single word until the end of your punishment, Claudia. That’s another hundred for that little outburst.”

A hundred total? Or on each? And what was the original count?! Claudia was this close to protesting. The problem was, it had already been proven that Sara could keep Claudia over her lap. An additional two hundred would be far worse, regardless of how many she would have gotten to start with.

Satisfied that she had gotten her rebellious sister to shut up, Sara kept going. Slapping at Claudia’s reddened backside without any sign of stopping until Harriet returned. “You’re the best,” Sara said. Finally letting up, but resting her hand threateningly on one of Claudia’s stinging cheeks, she held out her other hand for the hairbrush. “Now we can get started for real.”

’For real?’ The words were on the tip of Claudia’s tongue. Her ass was already on fire, and the brush was going to be so much worse than Sara’s hand.

“Go ahead, Celeste,” Sara said.

“With pleasure!” Celeste giggled.

A moment later, the plug that was still buried between Claudia’s cheeks started vibrating on one of its highest settings. At the same time, the hairbrush came crashing down for the first of many strikes.

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