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snitch
Clarissa saw her brat sister Beatrice sneaking alcohol from the cellarette, and snitched on her to mama. Mama was furious.
Clarissa did her best to hide her delight as she watched mama grab the leather "naughty strap" from the hook where it hung on the wall. Mama stormed into the library where Beatrice was. Beatrice, seeing the furious look on mama's face, the strap in her hand, and an amused Clarissa following closely behind, immediately knew what was happening and began stuttering out senseless defenses and claims that Clarissa was lying.
Beatrice knew she was busted, but she also knew better than to run. She was already crying while continuing her desperate litigating as her mother spun her around, bent her over, and lifted the back of her dress to expose her naughty bottom for the beating of a lifetime.
Clarissa giggled and clapped at the sight of Beatrice's naked lily-white bottom. Being the older sister and seeing all of Beatrice's behavior when mama wasn't watching, Clarissa knew exactly how naughty that bottom was, and exactly how little it deserved to remain lily-white. Finally, finally, it was time for Beatrice to do the 'spanky dance' as it was called in their household, and Clarissa was going to get to watch the whole process, from stripping to strapping to corner time.
Mama held Beatrice down by her waist and began tearing her butt up. It was serious this time. Not a little warning shot, not a little one-off hand smack on the bottom as Beatrice usually got. By the third strike, Beatrice felt like her entire backside was on fire. By the tenth, she was wailing loud enough for the entire estate to hear her.
Though Beatrice hadn't been spanked hard in a while, she knew not to put her hand back. But the fire on her hiney was just not letting up. Every crack of the strap across her jiggling cheeks sent her deeper into writhing agony. Clarissa looked on with intrigue as Beatrice did everything in her power to keep her hands in front, but slowly succumbed to the irresistible instinct to reach back and cover her punished bum with her hands.
"What's this?! How dare you!" Mama yelled, pausing the whipping and grabbing Beatrice's arm. "You know better than to cover your naughty little rump while I'm disciplining you! We're starting over!" She declared, pinning Beatrice's arm behind her back.
"Noooo Mama pleeeease I- I- OW! OW! OWOWOWOW OOOH!! NO MAMA! OOOH! NO! OW! OW! PLEASE! I- OW! PLEASE!" Beatrice cried as the whipping restarted, seemingly at twice the speed and force as before.
Clarissa's jaw dropped as she watched the hardest spanking she had ever witnessed. Her brat sister's bare butt turned bright red, then crimson, and finally a blotchy maroon, her face a sobbing, drooling mess. This was better than Clarissa could've hoped for.
When mama finished whipping Beatrice, she let the naughty girl up. Beatrice hopped from one foot to the other, rubbing her tender bottom cheeks, sobbing out her apologies.
Mama sent her to stand in the corner with her punished bottom bare and on display (this always followed a spanking in their household). She would be there for at least two hours. Clarissa fetched a snack and a nice book to read and pulled up a chair a few meters from the shocking display, and gazed over with satisfaction every few minutes at the swollen red globes sticking out rudely from the corner.
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