Kimberly Anne Part 4, story by Corporal

As Mrs. Kramer reached the bottom of the top of the stairs, the front door
opened and Bill walked in leading Amanda by the hand.

"You two are home early."

Bill looked up and took notice of the paddle in Katie's hand.

"Looks like you've been busy. Might want to keep that out. I think I'm
going to be using it in a couple of minutes."

"Why what's going on?"

"Guess who got caught shop lifting some candy this afternoon!"

"Amanda?"

"You got it. Two seventy-five cent Milky Way bars."

"Amanda Kathleen! What do you think you were doing?"

"I'm sorry Mommy. I really am. I keep telling Daddy I'm sorry, but he
doesn't even answer me. Please Daddy, I'm soooo sorry. Pleeeeease don't be
mad at me!"

"Amanda you stole! And I was called by Mr. Jacobsen to come down and get
you. You're lucky he didn't call the police!"

"I know. But I gave the candy back. It's alright now! Please."

"No, Amanda it's not alright! I am really angry with you!"

"Bill, what are you going to do to her?"

"Well, for starters I think I'm going to give her 13 year old backside a
darn good spanking!"

"Nooooooo, Daddeeeeee! Pleeeeeese! I'll never do it again! I promise!"

"You're absolutely right Amanda, you won't do it again. And do you know why
you won't do it again?"

"Because I've learned my lesson?"

"Nope, because if you ever think about doing it again, you will remember
what is about to happen to you. Now you march yourself up to your bedroom.
When I come up you better have the back of your dress pulled up and the
back of your panties down. Oh, and you better have the big paddle out and
ready for me to use on your bare bottom."

Amanda burst into tears and ran up the stairs to her room. What she didn't
see was Kimmi still dressed in only a T-shirt, panties, and socks slipping
into her closet so she could watch Amanda's spanking through the louvres of
the door. Kimmi watched as Amanda quickly went to the windows and closed
them. Then she went to the other closet and took the paddle of its hook and
laid it on the hassock in front of the big stuffed chair. Kimmi could hear
her own heart pounding as Amanda climbed up into the chair in front of the
window. Kneeling on the chair and facing the window, Amanda reached around
behind herself and lifted the back of dress up. Then she pushed the back of
her pink panties down to just below her bottom. Kimmi felt herself
breathing hard as she watched Amanda prepare for what she had just gone
through a very short time before.

Amanda was kneeling on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair.
Kimmi wondered just how red Amanda's bottom was going to be in a very short
time. The door opened and their dad came. Amanda turned and looked over her
right shoulder as her dad walked over to the chair. Kimmi thought Amanda
looked very scared and very much like a little girl with her long red hair
hanging down her back and over one shoulder. She could see Amanda's bottom
quivering as she alternately tensed and relaxed.




"Amanda, do you understand why I'm going to spank you?"

"Yes, Daddy. But please Daddy, please don't use the paddle.  Pleeeeeease."

"I'll tell you what Amanda. I can spank you 75 times on your bare bottom
with the paddle, or I spank you 200 times on your bare bottom with my hand.
Which do you want?"

Kimmi held her breath as she watched Amanda bite her lower lip--thinking
about which punishment she would rather have her daddy give her. Kimmi
couldn't take her eyes off Amanda's bare bottom as she waited for her
sister to decide.

"I'm waiting Amanda! What's it going to be? The paddle or my hand?"

"I guess I'll take the spanking with your hand Daddy."

Kimmi let her breath out slowly. This was what she had been hoping for. She
had heard Amanda being spanked more times than she could remember, and she
knew Amanda had heard her spankings, but she had never seen her sister's
bottom getting spanked. Kimmi let her fingers brush the crotch of her
panties. She lightly brushed her clitoris through her panties as her dad
pulled the desk chair out and sat down.

"OK, Amanda. Come over here and bend over my knee."

Kimmi felt her heart pounding as she watched Amanda get off the chair and
stand. Her dress fell back down around her knees as she slowly walked over
to where her dad sat. Amanda stood next to her dad's right leg. Whimpering
a little, she was biting on the knuckle of her right index finger as her
dad put his arm around her waist and guided her over his lap.

Amanda's back had been to Kimmi, so that now she was over Daddy's lap,
Kimmi view was up Amanda's bare legs to the pink panties that were bunched
just below her bared bottom. Kimmi watched in rapt fascination as her dad
lifted the back of Amanda's dress and folded it over her sister's back. Now
Kimmi could see the bare, plump whiteness of Amanda's bottom--a bottom that
Kimmi knew was soon going to be bright red. Amanda sagged over her dad's
lap and began to cry softly. Kimmi could see her sister tensing as her
bottom cheeks alternately contracted and relaxed. Kimmi felt her own
breathing quicken--because of the punishment about to begin and because of
the excitement rapidly building between her legs. Kimmi knew she didn't
dare moan, but she couldn't stop rubbing the crotch of her panties. She
only hoped that the sound of her dad's hand smacking Amanda's bottom would
block out any sounds of her excitement and pleasure.

Her dad raised his right hand and quickly smacked it down on Amanda's left
cheek. Amanda's bottom bounced and quivered as her dad slowly raised his
hand for the second spank. Kimmi couldn't take her eyes off Amanda's
bottom. A pink hand print quickly formed on the left side--and her dad's
hand smacked down on the right. Amanda wiggled, cried out , and crossed her
legs. Then her dad's hand smacked down for the third time. Now Amanda
uncrossed her ankles and kicked her right leg out to one side. Kimmi got a
glimpse of the soft, red pubic hair surrounding Amanda's vulva, and then
Amanda crossed her ankles again as her dad's hand smacked down again.

The spanking seemed to go on forever. Kimmi's dad spanked Amanda slowly and
very hard. Amanda's discomfort was becoming very obvious by her
ever-increasing whimpers, cries, and pleadings for her dad to stop. After
75 spanks, Amanda was sobbing. Her legs were kicking with each painful
spank that smacked down on her burning, stinging, bright red bottom. Kimmi
was breathing hard and watching with rapt attention as she rubbed the palm
of her hand faster and faster on the thin cotton crotch of her panties that
covered her swollen clitoris and vulva.

Amanda's cries and pleas were getting louder and louder. Her dad continued
to spank slow and hard, bouncing the palm of his hand first off the left
cheek of Amanda's blazing bottom, then off the right cheek. Amanda's bottom
bounced and quivered. She crossed and uncrossed her ankles. She wiggled
from side to side. She bent both legs up at the knee. Then just her right,
then just her left. Her panties had long since worked their way down her
legs and were now hanging limply off her right ankle. Kimmi knew from
first-hand experience--literally--that there was nothing her sister could
do to relieve the stinging pain she was feeling at that moment. All she
could do was cry and wiggle and whimper as her dad's punishing hand
continued to spank her bottom.

Amanda had rocked so far forward on her dad's lap that her feet were
completely off the floor. Toes pointed out straight behind her, Amanda
moved her legs up and down in rhythm with the spanking. Kimmi knew her
sister's spanking was almost over. She knew something else was almost over,
too. Bending over at the waist with the pleasure surging up from between
her legs, Kimmi stuffed her left hand into her mouth. With her right hand,
she rubbed faster and faster as her orgasm caused her to rock her hips
forward against the pressure of her hand. Through the louvres, Kimmi
watched her dad administer the last 10 spanks to Amanda trembling bottom.
As the last spank bounced off Amanda's right cheek, Kimmi began to breathe
more slowly. The waves of pleasure slowed down and Kimmi found herself
sitting on thefloor of the closet.

Her dad was standing Amanda up. Amanda was rubbing an obviously very sore
backside. Her dad left the room. Amanda laid down on her tummy on the bed.
Her dress was still up over her back; her panties were still down around
her right ankle; and she was  rubbing her bright red bottom with her right
hand.

How, Kimmi thought, am I going to get out of here? Slowly, hoping that her
sister's sobs would cover any sound of her leaving, Kimmi eased open the
closet door and slipped out. Quietly, she moved to the open door. Amanda
turned her head toward Kimmi.

"Enjoy unnnnnh unnnnh yourself in there, brat?"

Kimmi froze.

"Did you know I was in there?"

Amanda spoke between sobs.

"Uh, unnnnh unnnh, huh!"

"Are you going to tell Mommy and Daddy?"

"I don't unnh unnh know."

"Please don't Mandy. Pleeeeeease?"

"Welllll, al- unnnnh unnnnh right, but on one condition."

"Anything, I swear!"

"I unnnnh unnnnh get to watch the next time you get spanked. Deal?"

"Deal."


End of Part 4