Easter Surprise | ||||
Kelly and Danny sat at the kitchen table dyeing Easter eggs. There were several bowls of dye, each holding a different pastel color. There were special marking pens to write the names of Danny's friends and stencils for decorating. It was just the two of them sitting in the kitchen talking and laughing together. Kelly was wearing a blue sleeveless blouse that was tied in a knot at her trim waist. Danny often brushed against her while he was working on an egg. Her slender arms were warm and fragrant, like Spring itself. Her blond hair was pulled up to the top of her head, leaving her neck bare. She wore dark blue denim shorts; Danny, too, wore shorts. His were a snug black sweatshorts. He often deliberately brushed against her bare thigh to feel her soft skin against his own flesh. Kelly was making silly faces on some of the eggs. She drew crossed eyes and buck teeth. Danny was laughing and imitating the expressions she had drawn, making Kelly laugh, too. Danny would hand out these special eggs at school the following day. Additionally, Kelly had made a couple dozen egg-shaped chocolate cupcakes that they would also decorate with a variety of colored icings. It was rare that Danny had his stepmother all to himself. Usually he had to share her with his stepsister, Heather, and she always ruined everything. Kelly and Danny were acting out a scenario with the eggs when Heather walked in. "Oh, look! Decorating Easter eggs! What a fun thing for a geeky little boy to do with his mommy," she sneered. She folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight to one girlish hip. Danny concentrated on the egg in front of him, but scowled his displeasure at his sister's interruption. He gave her a sidelong glance, just enough to notice that she was wearing a tight midriff-baring white top with flesh hugging mint green knit shorts. There was a drawstring pulled tight around her little waist and tied in a large bow. On her feet, he noticed when he pulled his glance away from her slender legs were white leather thong sandals. Each one of her little toes was painted a different pastel color, like the Easter eggs Danny had been decorating. "Heather!" Kelly warned sharply, "don't start. You can join us if you want to but only if you are going to behave. Otherwise, go do something else." Yeah, go do something else, Danny said to himself. He wanted to say something back to her, but he would not be the one to cause trouble. Kelly got up and walked over to the stove to pick up the last of the eggs. "Are you going to take your little basket of eggs to bed with you?" Heather whispered, "along with your blankie and your little Easter bunny?" "Shut up!" Danny spat. Kelly moved back to the table and had nearly sat down again when the phone rang. Sighing at the interruption, she walked across the room to answer. Heather reached for one of the decorated eggs. "Get out!" Danny ordered and threw out his arm to block her, knocking over a bowl of yellow dye, spilling it on the table, the floor and all over Heather's bare midriff and mint green shorts. "Uhhh!" Heather screeched. Kelly turned around just in time to see Danny holding the bowl on its side, looking as though he threw it on Heather. "I'll call you back," Kelly said to the caller while staring at Danny. She strode over to the table. "What happened?" she asked in her calm voice. "He threw dye on me!" Heather shouted. "I did not!" Danny defended himself. "She was trying to get my eggs." Kelly looked at Heather. "I was just standing here looking at all the pretty eggs you decorated," she said innocently, her eyes wide, her voice soft, "and he just picked up the bowl and dumped dye all over me," she finished, her voice starting to break. "That's a lie!" Danny breathed, shocked that even Heather would go that far. "She was reaching for one of the eggs. I was just trying block her," he explained. Kelly looked at Heather who tried to hold her gaze but finally looked at the table. "I am so tired of you two fighting like naughty children," Kelly began, her voice even but angry, looking at each of her children. "I'm going to give you both a good spanking." "No!" Danny and Heather protested in unison. "I didn't do anything!" Kelly took each of her children by the hand and led them toward the staircase. Both hung back as much as they dared and continued to protest. "It was Heather!" Danny explained. "She was trying to get those eggs." "Danny did it on purpose and he ruined my shorts," Heather blamed her brother. "And I think my tummy is stained, too." Kelly took the first step, pulling Danny and Heather along. "It was an accident. I didn't mean it," Danny said. "Mommy," he added softly, looking at his stepmother with his big dark eyes, hoping she would melt as she usually did. She did not look back at him. "I just wanted to see the decoration, Mommy," Heather explained, using the same tactic as her brother. Kelly's resolve was firm, even when her heart melted at the sound of Danny saying "Mommy". She softened at Heather's use of the tender name, too, especially now that her daughter was 14 and would soon rather die than say it aloud. Nevertheless, she had promised each a spanking and she was not in the habit of breaking her promises. She walked up each step, pulling her children along, hearing them plead with her not to spank them, each blaming the other for the accident. Halfway up the stairs, Heather changed her tack. "I'm too big to be spanked," she stated. "Danny's still little. Spank him. You can do something else to me," Heather offered. Kelly let go of her daughter's hand, reached around and smacked the teen's bottom. "You seem to be just the right size to me," Kelly informed her stunned daughter. "But if you think your bottom is too big for me to cover with my hand, maybe I should use the hairbrush. What do you think?" "No! Not the hairbrush," Heather pleaded. "Then I think you should stop using the 'I'm too big' argument before you get into even more trouble, " Kelly advised. "What do you have to say, Danny?" "I think she should stop using that one, too," he agreed. "I mean about yourself. Do you think that you are to big for a spanking?" Kelly asked. He wanted to shout "Yes!" but did not dare. "No," he said instead. "I guess I'm about the right size," he murmured. Kelly smiled despite herself. As far as she was concerned, her darling Danny was the exactly the right size for a spanking. He fit perfectly over her lap and his bottom was small, plump and firm. It just about asked to be spanked. When they reached the top of the staircase, Kelly led them to her room. She let go of their hands and sat down on her bed. She held her hands on her smooth bare thighs and tapped her bare feet against the plush carpet. "Who wants to be first?" she asked. "First?" Heather exclaimed. "You mean we have to get it in front of each other? "Yes," Kelly affirmed. "You were naughty in front of one another. You can get your spankings in front of one another. Since you are older, Heather, and you tried to lie about picking up one of the eggs, I think I'll spank you first," Kelly decided. Danny was grateful for that. He didn't want to have to bear the wait for his turn, and he did not want to get spanked, but he did want to see Kelly spank Heather. As far as he was concerned, she didn't get spanked nearly enough. Besides, if he went first, Kelly might make him leave and he wouldn't get to watch his sister get what she deserved. Even if she didn't make him leave, he knew he'd be crying by the time she got through with him and he wanted his eyes clear for a good view of Heather's legs kicking in protest and her bare bottom shading from white to red. "No!" Heather shouted and stepped back. At the look on her mother's face, she softened her stance. "I mean, Danny's younger. He should go first," she suggested quietly. "Come here, Heather," Kelly said firmly. Heather stamped her foot and pouted, but took the short steps to her mother. Her hands at her side, Danny could see that her fingernails matched her toes. Each nail polished in a different Easter color. Kelly pulled the strings on Heather's shorts, untying them. Danny's eyes were riveted to those slender strings. Kelly pulled the shorts down her daughter's slender legs to her ankles, affording Danny his first look at the cotton bikini bunny-covered panties his sister wore. Some part of him told him to laugh at the childish pattern, but he could not. His heart began to pound even though he knew he was not afraid. Heather glanced down at her little girl panties, darted a look at Danny who was staring at the bunnies, and blushed. Danny gave her a big grin. When she had put the panties on that morning, she thought they would be her special secret. Before Heather could cover herself, Kelly turned her daughter over her knee. "What adorable little panties, Heather!" Kelly remarked, both amused at the design and relieved she was not wearing a sheer thong. "I'm going to warm these cute little bunnies up before I spank your bare bottom." Heather blushed a deeper shade of red, in both anger and humiliation. If it hadn't been for Danny throwing dye on her, she wouldn't be in this position and he wouldn't be looking at the bunnies stretched across her bottom. She began to think of the ways in which she would get even, when she felt the first sharp smack on her pantied-bottom. "Ow!" she screeched. "You're already screeching?" Kelly asked as she spanked her daughter's bottom again. "These light spanks hardly cause your bottom to jiggle," she said as she spanked again. "They don't even sting, let alone hurt," she advised, spanking sharply again. "If you start shrieking now, you won't have a voice left by the time I pull your panties down and spank your bare bottom. And those spanks will be much harder than these little love taps," she promised, spanking again. Danny swallowed hard at the sight of Heather's bare legs over his stepmother's naked thighs. "Ow!" Heather cried out again. "They do hurt! And don't pull my panties down. I don't deserve that. I didn't do anything wrong. Ow! Ow! You shouldn't even be spanking me. Owww! That's not a 'love tap'. That hurt!" Heather complained, her bottom jumping in response to every lightly stinging spank. Danny watched transfixed as the bunnies on Heather's panties hopped at each spank. "I shouldn't be spanking you?" Kelly asked. "I'm the mommy. I get to spank you whenever I think you need to be spanked. In fact, right now I think you need to be spanked on your chubby little bare bottom, so these little bunny panties are coming down." Kelly slipped her fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged them down over Heather's plump bottom, gathering the bunnies in a small, tight group. "No! No! Don't!" Heather wiggled her bottom, pressed herself into her mother's lap and moved her chubby cheeks from side to side in a futile attempt to prevent Kelly from pulling her panties down. She actually made it easier to get the flimsy panties down. Once past her bottom, Kelly easily slid them down her daughter's supple thighs to her knees. Danny's mouth was dry, his heart threatened to burst out of his chest, he tingled from head to toe. He stared at his sister's perfectly plump bare bottom, barely pink from Kelly's little spanks. "Stop looking at me!" Heather ordered when she saw Danny staring at her. Spank! "You are not the one in this house who tells Danny what to do," Kelly advised her daughter, spanking each of Heather's cheeks in succession with crisp smacks. "Yeah!" Danny responded in a choked whisper. "I can look if I want to." Instead he looked at Kelly's toes for a moment before bringing his eyes up her legs and back to Heather's bottom. He wondered if her bottom would be spanked the same vivid red as his stepmother's toes. Kelly looked at her stepson while she spanked Heather. His eyes were riveted to his stepsister's plump bottom. "Don't forget that you're next, Baby," Kelly reminded him, "and that Heather will be looking at your cute little bare bottom while Mommy spanks." Danny averted his eyes and snuck a glance at his sister, who managed to stick her tongue out at him even while she screeched as every spank struck her bottom. Danny went back to looking at Kelly's hand come down on each of his sister's plump cheeks. The sound of each spank was like snapping fingers, crisp and sharp compared to the muffled sound they made over Heather's panties. Back and forth across Heather's bottom Kelly spanked. She couldn't help but marvel at the soft swell of feminine hips her daughter had developed. Her bottom cheeks were almost perfect spheres. Her flesh was firm, yet compliant, bouncing and jiggling with every spank as though ordered to do so. A few spanks on each cheek and then the spanks got a little sharper, a little harder as Kelly continued to spank. Heather began to kick and her yelps of pain were real now. "Owwwww!" "I do not want to spend every evening listening to you two squabble," Kelly said as she smacked her daughter's cherry red bottom. "You will learn to get along and I mean right now!" "It wasn't my fault...!" Heather began. "I don't want to hear it!" Kelly interrupted her, spanking her hand down to Heather's sweet spot and warming that tender flesh. "There will be no more blaming, no more arguments, no more insults. I'll spank you every day if I have to," Kelly warned, "until you two can figure out how to behave with one another." Danny forced his eyes away from the spanking at the tops of Heather's thighs and looked at her face. She winced in anticipation of each smarting strike; she closed her eyes and shrieked as each spank landed and opened them again when Kelly raised her hand. "Uhhh!" Heather yelped, her legs trying to flail, her panties strangling her knees. Her bottom was just beyond stinging. Danny stared at the shade of red on his sister's bottom and wondered if it was as hot as it looked. He thought he would soon find out. Kelly would not be any easier on him, he knew. She usually spanked him with lazy smacks that warmed his bottom. He always felt a little sting before Kelly spanked again, but it wasn't a bad sting. He couldn't say it really hurt. That didn't keep him from crying, though. It wasn't the hurt in his bottom that made his tears flow. It was the hurt in his heart that Kelly was unhappy with him for some reason that made him cry. It was that look of disappointment she gave him that made him sob. In a few minutes, he would see that look again and the spanking would be harder than usual. In the meantime, though, Heather was being spanked and he was mesmerized by her bare, plump bottom squirming on Kelly's lap Kelly frowned now as she spanked Heather, clapping each cheek with brisk, sharp smacks. Heather screeched. Even Danny winced. In her heart, Kelly could not deny that she loved to spank the chubby bottoms of her children, but it was not this kind of spanking she so enjoyed. Light smacks that caused a bit of a sting and made Heather and Danny yelp a bit was what she liked. She could spank for a longer time and she could tease them a little, too, with gentle scolds. This spanking had to be harder and she performed it with reluctant determination. "I'm sorry, Mommyyyyy!" Heather shouted. "I'll be goooood! I'll be niiiiice! I'll be nice to Dannyyyyy!" she sobbed. "I promise. I will. I will," she cried. Kelly's look softened and she brought down a final spank. She looked at Danny. He nodded at her to let her know he was in complete agreement with Heather. He would never say anything mean to her again. He couldn't remember a time when he had, but he'd make an even better effort now. "Okay, Sweetie. I know you are sincere and I know you'll try," Kelly said, "but I meant what I said. I'll spank you, I'll spank both of you, every time I hear the two of you sniping at one another," she promised. "I won't do it again, Mommy," Heather vowed. "All right, now, let's get you up," Kelly said, helping her daughter off her lap. Heather stood up and threw her hands behind her and rubbed her sore bottom. Danny stared wide-eyed at the panties at his stepsister's ankles and slowly brought his eyes up her body. Kelly leaned forward and pulled the bunny panties up Heather's legs and over the teen's hot bottom. She held out her arms and Heather carefully sat in her lap. They wrapped their arms around one another and hugged. "I'm sorry, Mommy," Heather murmured. "I know you are, Sweetie," Kelly said, hugging tighter. She's sorry her bottom is hurting, Danny thought, but decided not to say it out loud. "Put your shorts back on now. It's time for me to spank Danny," Kelly said, giving Heather a gentle push off her lap. "Come here, Danny," Kelly ordered, her voice soft but firm. "Shouldn't we wait until Heather leaves?" Danny politely offered. Kelly shook her head with a barely concealed smile. "You watched her get spanked. She is going to watch you get spanked. And then both of you will know what you have to look forward to the next time you are naughty with one another. Now march your little bottom over here right now." Heather pulled her shorts up, careful not to let the smile she was feeling show on her face. With a quick look at Heather, Danny reluctantly walked over to Kelly's side. He looked at his shoes to avoid seeing that look of disappointment he was sure would be on his stepmother's face. Kelly unbuttoned and unzipped Danny's shorts. "You were nearly as naughty as Heather, Baby," Kelly said quietly. "You are going to have to learn not to overreact to her," she advised as she leaned forward to pull Danny's shorts down. She peered into his downcast face. "Do you understand me?" she asked. Danny looked at her and nodded. She did not have that look he dreaded. She looked soft and sympathetic. She looked like she wanted to hug him and that was even worse. The tears started in Danny's eyes. His shorts at his ankles, Kelly pulled Danny over her knees. Her legs were hot from Heather's body. Heather stood where Danny had, realizing now that he had taken that position because it afforded the best "bottom" view. She could see all of both plump cheeks, round and white and waiting for Mommy's first spank. Kelly lightly patted Danny's firm and chubby little bottom. There was nothing girlish about this bottom; just two beautifully rounded plump cheeks that somehow seemed even more vulnerable than the feminine swell of softly rounded hips. Kelly regretted that this would not be the warm, lightly stinging spanking she liked to give her special boy. If she wanted to stop the frequent sibling quarreling, she would have to spank him hard to make him believe that she was serious. She also knew that Heather would examine every single spank with a jealous eye. If even one was lighter than any Heather had received, Kelly would know about it. With that in mind, she sharply smacked Danny's bottom in the middle, spanking both little cheeks at the same time. Danny jumped. "Ow!" he yelped and then burst into tears. Heather was dying to roll her eyes and make a sarcastic remark. Instead she bit her tongue and tried to wince convincingly. Danny didn't have to see his sister to know that she was loving every minute of this. He loved it when he saw her getting spanked. Kelly frowned and steeled herself to spank her favorite boy as hard as she spanked her naughty girl. She smacked each cheek with the full flat of her hand and watched Danny's pale flesh shade to pink. She tried to block out his yelps and the sound of his crying as she spanked. "If you don't want Mommy to spank you, then learn how to get along with Heather," Kelly scolded. "If you can't resolve your differences or just walk away, or tell me she's bothering you, then I'm going to spank your bare bottom just like this," Kelly promised, briskly smacking each chubby cheek. "But I didn't do anything," Danny protested. "She was trying to take one of the eggs. Owwww! It was still wet and she knew it!" he protested. "I was just going to look at it," Heather defended herself. "Stop it! Both of you!" Kelly ordered, casting a stern look at Heather while sharply smacking Danny's bare bottom. "That kind of bickering is exactly why you are being spanked," she scolded. "I still have enough energy to spank you again, Heather," she warned now spanking the tops of Danny's thighs. "Owwww!" Danny screeched and kicked his legs. "Not therrrrre!" "She spanked me there," Heather informed her brother. "Why not you?" she asked angrily. "Heather! Are you incapable of behaving? No one asked you to tell Danny anything," Kelly said, spanking Danny's bottom harder while she scolded her daughter. "Isn't your bottom sore enough?" "I'm sorry, Mommy," Heather quietly apologized. She could see that Danny got spanked harder when she made a sassy comment and she wanted to make more of them. She didn't want another spanking, though, and she had to weigh her desire to see Danny get spanked hard with taking another one herself. She decided to be quiet. "Uhhhhh!" Danny yelled, kicking and squirming on his stepmother's bare thighs under the relentless rain of spanks on his stinging bottom. "Mommyyyyy!" Kelly spanked from the full fleshy arch of Danny's bottom to the tops of his thighs. She back and forth on that tender part, the smacks sharper now and faster, too, before she spanked back up to his plump cheeks. "I'm not going to go any easier on you than I did on Heather," Kelly informed her son as she spanked. "I know she provokes you, but you are going to have to learn not to react to her. If you don't react, Heather will be the one who gets spanked, not you." "Mommy!" Heather protested. "You make it sound like it's always all my fault. He's no angel, you know." Heather folded her arms across her chest and pouted. Even as Kelly spanked her stepson, she thought he was an angel. His firm little round bottom was deeply pink and it jiggled a little with every spank. She could feel the warmth of it against her hand and she wanted to stroke his hot flesh. "I'm not saying it's 'all' your fault, Heather, Kelly conceded, spanking one of Danny's cheeks with a quick, sharp smack and then turning to the other, "but I know that he doesn't start the trouble, either. He gets involved, but you start it and do not try to tell me you don't. If you do, I promise I'll spank you again as soon as I'm through with Danny," Kelly chided, spanking her stepson's bottom as though it were Heather's. "Owwww!" Danny shrieked. Kelly glanced at him and pulled back on the spanks she was giving him. Heather noticed and was both angry and jealous. Her mother never pulled back on her. Her bottom was still stinging and she thought that the spanking she got was probably harder than the one Danny was getting. Life is so unfair, she thought. "I'm going to give you just a few more spanks, Baby, and I'm going to make them hard," Kelly promised. She began to spank each chubby cheek with firm sharp smacks, letting the heat spread out a bit before spanking again. "I hope you'll remember how hot your bottom is the next time you are tempted to squabble with Heather," Kelly scolded, landing a final loud smack. Danny lay limp and crying over his stepmother's bare legs. Kelly resisted the temptation to stroke his bottom. If Heather had not been there, she would have. Heather knew it, too, and she stared at her mother's hands just waiting for the slightest sign that she would give comfort to Danny. "All right, Danny, get up now." Danny lifted himself off Kelly's lap. He stood and rubbed his bottom. Heather glanced at her mother before sneaking a peak at her stepbrother. His t-shirt covered him, she realized with disappointment. She knew he had seen her without her panties and decided, once again, that life was unfair to her. Kelly pulled up Danny's briefs and shorts and patted his covered bottom. She held open her arms and Danny quickly hugged her, holding her tightly. Kelly hugged back and rocked him slightly. She then gently pushed him away and pointed her finger at both of her children. "Now you two go into the den and stand in the corner together. If I hear even the softest murmur of an argument, I'll spank both of you again. This time with a hairbrush," Kelly promised. "I suggest you use the time to learn how to be in the same room without tormenting one another. Now go!" Heather, in a conciliatory gesture that did nothing to convince her mother of its sincerity, took Danny's hand and walked out of the room with him. Kelly sighed and shook her head. She stared at her lap and hoped she would not have to use the hairbrush on Danny. Danny and Heather walked into the den. They didn't discuss which corner they would stand in. Danny let his stepsister lead him where she wanted to go. They stood together. Heather let go of her stepbrother's hand. She reached around and began to lightly stroke his bottom. "Unh!" Danny gasped and jumped. He reached around and began to stroke Heather's bottom. "Danny?" Heather whispered softly." "Hmmm?" Danny sighed back. "You're a big crybaby and I'm going to make you pay for that spanking Mommy gave me," she quietly sang. "But not now. Later, when she isn't around to see it," Heather gently murmured. "Then you're gonna pay, too," Danny promised and lightly pinched his stepsister's bottom. "Ow!" Heather yelped. She fought the temptation to grab one of Danny's entire bottom cheeks and squeeze it. "I said not now!" she whispered angrily. Danny shrugged and went back to stroking Heather's plump bottom over her snug shorts. Heather gently glided her hand over her stepbrother's covered bottom. And that's the way Kelly found them. How cute, she thought with a smile as she rubbed her sore hands together. I wonder how long that's going to last. |