The title says it all. A warning to all brats. By a new writer to us.

by Holy Diver

My younger sister, Jennifer, used to be a sweet, well behaved girl. However, during her teenage years Jennifer became a brat. She was always arguing with my parents, particularly our mother, and was sometimes very abusive indeed.

Jennifer would also irritate me, but what could I do? I felt jealous of my older brother, Matthew, who had moved out of the house; he was free from Jennifer’s nonsense. The fact I went to a university that was close to home, I didn’t have to move. Of course, it meant that I had to put up with Jennifer’s horrible behaviour.

Occasionally, there were times when Jennifer would behave herself. Her bad behaviour was usually a result of trying to get out of chores.

By the time Jennifer turned 18, my parents had an important discussion. I was eavesdropping at the door, because I heard my name being mentioned. My mum sounded serious.

“David, we need to do something about Jennifer’s behaviour. I know she’s a young woman now, but she’s still under our roof. She needs to respect us. We never had this problem with Matthew or William.”

My ears pricked up at hearing my name. I didn’t normally eavesdrop, but I couldn’t resist it. It was now my dad’s turn to speak.

“Yes, I know Margaret. Jennifer has been rather out of hand recently. I think it’s time we give her another spanking. We haven’t done so for several years, but she definitely needs a reminder.”

My mum replied with, “Who should spank her? I think I should do it, because she seems to disrespect me more than you.”

“OK, if Jennifer is bratty to you, then you should spank her. If she is cheeky to me, then I’ll spank her. Just a minute, is that William at the door? If he’s been eavesdropping…”

I quickly ran away and up the stairs. Luckily for me, Dad didn’t catch me, otherwise I would have been the one spanked. However, I was going to wait patiently for the time when Jennifer would be punished. I was tempted to tell her, but I didn’t want my parents to know I was eavesdropping.

The day came. It was Jennifer’s turn to do the dishes and, as usual, she was willing to put up a fight. I knew what was coming and was watching with baiting breath.

My mum was getting angry. “Jennifer, if you don’t agree to wash the dishes, I will spank you.”

Jennifer snorted. “HA! You can’t spank me. I’m 18 for God’s sake!”

My mum’s eyebrows shot up. “I will not have the Lord’s name taken in vain in this house. I will give you one last warning. Are you going to do the dishes?”

Jennifer was standing her case. “No, let William do it. He’d love it; he’s just a big girl anyway.”

I was outraged. I definitely wanted to see my sister getting spanked after she insulted me.

Fortunately my mum had enough too. “Jennifer, you have been insolent ever since you became a teenager. Well, we all have had enough. Young woman or not, you’re never too old for a spanking in this house. You are going to get spanked NOW!”

Jennifer started to change her tune. “No mum! Please don’t spank me! I’ll do the dishes.”

“It’s too late Jennifer.”

Jennifer started to plead with me to help her.

“William, please help.”

I said: “Huh! No Chance. You insulted me.”

“NOOOOO!” Screamed Jennifer, sounding more like a little girl than a young woman.

My mum took hold of Jennifer’s arm and placed her across her knee. Then she lifted Jennifer’s skirt and started to lower her panties.

“Mum, no! Not on my bare bottom. Not in front of William.”

“Naughty girls get spanked on the bare bottom. And William, please get out of here.”

I thought I’d better obey but I stood at the doorway watching it all. My mum didn’t notice me, but Jennifer did. I smiled at her.

The spanking started. Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK!

“Ow! Ow! OW! My bottom!” Cried out Jennifer.

I watched every minute of it, seeing Jennifer’s bare bottom growing steadily redder. I was feeling guilty at watching this. More spanks came. Smack! Smack! Smack! Spank! Jennifer struggled and kicked but my mum didn’t take much notice. She continuing spanking my sister’s bare buttocks until she was satisfied that Jennifer had been satisfactorily spanked. Jennifer was crying by the time my mum was finished. She didn’t seem like the cool teenager now.

My mum spoke severely to Jennifer. “I hope you are very sorry and that you will watch your attitude with us in future. We do not allow brats in this family. Now you will do the dishes with a sore bottom.”

I managed to get away from the door in time. I watched as our mother marched Jennifer through to the kitchen. “You know what, Jennifer. I think you got off too easy with just a hand spanking. I think you need some smacks from the kitchen implements too.”

“What? NO!!!! I’ve had enough!”

“Jennifer, I’ve had to put up with your bad behaviour for years. You never gave us any breaks.” Jennifer was screaming and bawling, but my mum was not for changing her mind. “Hmm, let’s see. I think some swats from the spatula to start with.”

Whack! Whack! Whap!

Whap! Whack!

“OWW!! Stop! It bloody hurts.” Screamed Jennifer.

“You will watch your language, young lady! You best hope that I don’t decide to soap your tongue. I think ten with the wooden spoon will help to cure you.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Finally, my mum seemed to be satisfied. Sobbing, Jennifer filled up the basin with hot, soapy water. She was rubbing her bottom, which was bright red.

“Never mind rubbing your bottom, Jennifer. You can do that when you’ve finished these dishes.”

Before my mum turned round, I fled as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to be caught in an awkward situation. I was dreading that Jennifer might never forgive me for peeking on her spanking. But the next day everything was back to normal. Except Jennifer had lost her bad attitude.

The End

© Holy Diver 2014