A Tale of Two Sisters (for Melakka)

[NancyDrew]

If Rita had been moved to scream from the moment she had entered Mel's room, at first in an instinctive anguish, due to unexpectedly not finding her tucked away, safe and sound, where she ought to have been and then, from fury, the next second and in the course of an indeterminable length of time afterwards, she had no such urge anymore. Not for want of anger, Lord knows the state she had been in up to the present moment had been one of such utter, internal rage that she hadn't really had any precise thoughts at all, could not ponder on what she would say to the brat when she pleased to come back - well, she wasn't going to entreat now, that was for sure, but she didn't think of scolding, or threatening, or in what precise form she might punish her either. She hadn't thought to turn on the light, hadn't thought not to turn it on it so as to warn Mel of her presence either. She had no idea indeed how much time had transpired - well, it appeared there were seven cigarettes, smoked neurotically, in the improvised ashtray (namely, a plastic can with some cola at the bottom) in front of her. And Rita prided herself on seldom smoking more than three in a single day, for years now. She wasn't thinking of that either, right now.

No, Rita was simply fixing her with a gaze, at once stone cold and incensed. Bewildered as she was, her tone was icy: "Young lady, get over here this instant!" She had no idea what she was going to do, but she most certainly wasn't going to let this pass. Oh, she had said that often enough for a plethora of incidents - that she would not take them lightly - but now it was as if she had something completely different in mind. This sort of behaviour had to change, from the ground up, right now, and for good.

[Melakka]

To say Mel had been trying it on somewhat in her vociferous complaining about Rita smoking in her room would be something of an understatement! She had herself been trying to overcome the choking effect of smoke going into her lungs for a few weeks now, even managing to steal some of her older sister's cigarettes to practise with. That didn't stop her from making a big scene flapping at the air with her school folder and supposedly blowing the smell out of the still open window! Rita had bee icily still and quiet, almost frighteningly self contained which was making Mel just a little uneasy. Neither her attacking stance or her explanatory one had appeared to mollify Rita's expression at all, which was the first time that had happened.
Then came the command (no other word fitted) to get over there was issued along with that awfully condescending 'young lady, nonsense. Nonetheless Mel felt compelled to obey. "Why are you being such a freak tonight, Rita? Can't you see I'm tired after taking that cat halfway across town? Just get out and let me get some sleep will you, after all I have a hard day studying at school tomorrow and as you say, sleep is important for growing girls like me!" Mel stopped moving just out of easy arms' reach, folded her arms and huffed. "Well?"

[NancyDrew]

How well this childish manipulation always worked on Rita, blatant and naïve as it was, or perhaps even more so for precisely that reason - 'sleep is important for growing girls like me!' coming from Mel's mouth were just the right, magic words that might make her half-smile, half-melt. It sometimes made her wonder what degree of skill & cunning was employed on her little sister's part in devising just such expressions for they truly were always effective, in part. Well, not at this moment. That is to say, Melanie's whole shamefully insulting act did indeed have an effect, but a most unexpected one.

Rita took Melanie by the wrist and bringing her forth from the position of safe distance the girl had assumed (which she felt as a mark of disrespectful hesitation, another in the chain of insolent actions), slapped her across the face. She had never hit her before, but it was so spontaneous that she didn't reflect long on what came as something of a shock to her as well. Trying not to make it apparent that her eyes were getting moist, she snapped, with a sharp raise of voice: "How dare you address me like that ... behave in such a manner... Are you not ashamed of yourself? Well, I am ashamed of you ... I cannot believe you, that you would stoop to this level... I have had it!"

Controlled as she attempted to sound, Rita was somewhat surprised at the stream of words coming out of her, but the last ones rang particularly true and heartfelt. She had indeed reached the limits of her patience.

[Melakka]

The sudden grabbing of her wrist and the sharp tug pulling her forwards was a huge shock to Melanie, her sister had never been so decisive in her experience and she opened her mouth to issue a protest. She'd got no further than a surprised 'ohh' before she felt a heavy slap across her cheek snapping her head sharply around causing as second vowel sound to escape her mouth 'ahh'. Rita kept a tight hold of her wrist while giving her lecture about being ashamed but catching her by surprise she suddenly stepped back and broke the hold. “How dare you strike me, you bitch! Stop interfering in my life, it's nothing to do with you .. you're only my dumb sister who wants me to read a load of dumb books so I can live the same dumb boring life as you do! If you ever hit me again I'll be straight round to the child protection officers and let them know what a total bitch you really are!”
The fact Melanie had ably demonstrated her lack of vocabulary in her little outburst didn't register with her at all .. in fact she felt she'd made the winning argument and smiled, foolishly triumphant. “Now take yourself, your stupid cigarette butts and coke can out of my room and go find someone else's life to ruin instead!” She pointed to the door with one hand the other firmly planted on her hip completely confident Rita would comply!

[NancyDrew]

Rita was mortified to such an extent that an extreme, unanticipated response came to her naturally: she grabbed Melanie's hand and pulled her little sister over her lap. "You ... will ... never ... think ... of ... speaking ... to ... me ... like ... that!", she declared in a commanding voice, emphasising each word with a loud slap on the seat of Mel's jeans.

It wasn't just that this situation was completely new to her: Rita had never even contemplated it as a way of dealing with Mel. But as she, with equal spontaneity with which she had begun it, moved to unzip the girl's trousers and continued with a quick succession of sharp spanks on her panty clad bottom, she instinctively felt that the present state of affairs was so much more normal than Melanie's running wild some moments ago.

[Melakka]

Mel squealed and squeaked as Rita tipped her over her lap and squawked and shrieked through the initial lecture and heavy swatting on the seat of her snug fitting jeans. "You .. you can't do .. this ..!" "I'm too big ..!" and "You're hurting me ..!" were the most frequently recurring sentences Melanie managed to say to her sister as the relentless assault continued. Crisp sharp cracks like rifle shots echoed around the room as Melanie's self confidence quickly evaporated.
There was nothing of the cocky little madam left when Rita stood her up to undo her belt buckle, unzip her jeans and slide them down over her hips and no strong protest as she was put back in position for the spanking to continue. She was crying softly more at the humiliation but the stinging pain in her bottom and thighs was far from insignificant. "I'll get you for this Rita .." she sobbed ".. just you wait and see!"

[NancyDrew]

"Watch me!," Rita replied calmly, as she, somewhat surprisingly, found the experience quite the opposite than the raging outburst she would have considered a shameful sign of weakness on her part. It was a release of anger, certainly, but not only for herself but for Mel as well, and as Rita found the process relaxing, she hoped for Melanie it would prove to be reflective.

But as the confident constancy did not appear to be subduing her sister's insolence to the end, at least not immediately, not this first time, Rita thought she might further help Melanie in crushing her own obstinacy. "Right, I see the message is not getting through," she said and paused to rub Melanie's bottom for some moments. Rita then proceeded to lower Mel's panties to her ankles and then took off her pink slipper and continued spanking, "Since I've found a new way to talk to you, might as well try a change of tone!"

Rita was most surprised how simply all of this had come to her; she wasn't sure now how exactly had she come to see her own slipper in this new light?

[Melakka]

Melanie had heard of girls getting spanked for misbehaviour, listened fascinated by the stories of some of her schoolfriends and laughed at the thought of them on the receiving end of such treatment. She'd laughed at the thought of them being sent to bed with throbbing bottoms at the time safe in the knowledge it couldn't happen to her .. but all that had been a long time ago. Years had passed! They were all too big now surely, and that included her, too! Except .. it didn't! Rita had her trapped across her knee and was whacking her bare bottom with a horrid slipper .. it wasn't nearly so funny when it was happening to her, in fact it was downright painful!
“Oww! .. stop! .. I'm sorry! .. Ritaaaa ..!”
Mel was tossing her head violently making her tears fly as the heat building by swift strikes of the rubber soled slipper was becoming unbearable! She twisted her head round to look pleadingly into Rita's eyes and beg her to stop but only saw the blur of a pink slipper arcing down and feeling another explosion of pain in her poor stinging bottom. Her pathetic sobbing intensified.

[NancyDrew]

Whilst it was to her own initial bemusement that the experience appeared calming, Rita came to see the logic of such an internal response precisely through a lack of superfluous meditations: she focused on spanking Melanie, and thought about the rhythm, the force she ought to employ, the alternating between the two small reddening cheeks. When she had felt her own hand burn previously, it wasn't this sensation in the least that prompted her to reach for the slipper. It was, in a strange way but one which certainly felt correct, quite right & proper, a satisfying feeling. One ought to appreciate that, aiming to be both self-composed and self-critical at all times, this was an odd feeling for Rita, but one which she yearned for so often: the feeling that she was doubtlessly doing her job and that she was doing it well.

Finally, deciding that she might bring this 'conversation' (and she did earnestly think of it that way) to its conclusion, Rita at once sped up the tempo of the incoming spanks and addressed Melanie, again in a confident, raised voice but without a touch of screaming, "Dear, we are going to turn over a new leaf in this household. That means a complete change of attitude on your part, do you understand me?" She was now wielding the slipper yet more vigorously than before, for emphasis.

[Melakka]

By this point in the proceedings all the sass and rebellion had long since been spanked out of the quietly sobbing girl and she was ready to agree to anything just so long as her punishment ended. In fact instead of ending it actually intensified as Rita raised the slipper higher and brought it down harder and faster momentarily deforming the curves of Melanie's upturned bottom and leaving increasingly darker marks in the bouncing flesh; marks that were destined to turn into bruises during the coming night. The extra pace restarted the howling and pleading of the distraught girl who barely heard what was being said but acknowledged every point with "Yes .. yes.." or "okay-y-y" or "I will .. I will.." whichever came out more easily between the cries of pain and humiliation.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, well away from conscious thought, Melanie's lizard brain was working on an entirely different agenda. Far from accepting her fate, her humiliation at the hands of her sister, it was working on ways of showing defiance, resisting what appeared to be Rita's burgeoning agenda and working on ways for greater freedom from controlling forces, not the abject compliance being spoken the sorrowfully hurting conscious mind!
"No Rita .. I'll be a good girl .. I will behave .. I promise .."