LIFE WITH STACEY Ch 1--Part 2, Swats Poker
In the meantime, Betsy felt awful. In the days following the incident, it became clear that nobody had given her up. She knew both Drew and Bobby were sweet on her, and she guessed that Will did not want to appear cowardly or small to Stacey by being a squealer. Still it ate at her. All three boys had been given serious whippings. She heard that Drew's mother had cut a switch from the back yard and had whipped him severely. Bobby got the belt from his dad, about 50 licks, someone said. None of the boys were sitting comfortably. Betsy had got off scot free.
Will came in one afternoon to hear Betsy and Stacey talking in the kitchen. He was about to announce his presence when he heard Betsy confess in a tearful voice, her part in the Magruder incident. Will stopped, now listening. Betsy was going on about how guilty she felt. Stacey was consoling her, telling her that it was good that she felt badly. It meant she had a conscience. Then they started talking about what to do about it. They both agreed that no good would come of telling anyone, but Stacey pointed out that this thing would be on her conscience until she was punished for it.
"Punishment erases the bad feelings we have about something and lets us move forward," Stacey said. Betsy nodded glumly but questioned what could she do? "Well," Stacey countered, "Will got his backside blistered. It was a pretty good punishment and I know he feels like he's paid for his crime."
Then Will heard Betsy say, "Do you think I should get a licking, too?" Stacey said, "Let's just say this, Betsy, you know it was wrong, you feel like you ought to be punished, and we want to keep it just between us girls. My experience tells me that a short sharp session with the spankin' paddle will wash away that load of guilt you're carrying. You feel bad that your friends got it and you escaped, free and clear. In my opinion a good spanking will even things up--you could even tell the boys, if you trust them, so that they will know you paid your dues too. I know it works this way pretty well in my sorority."
"Ok--I guess--no, I know you're right." Then she said with a big sigh, "When should we...?"
"How about now? Before Will gets home. This will only take a few minutes."
Will could peek around the corner and not be seen. Betsy nodded her head and unconsciously her hands fluttered to her seat.
"Don't look so glum, Betsy, it only hurts for a little while. Let's go up to your parents bedroom and get this over with."
Will watched as they rose and headed for the stairs. Wow! he thought, Stacey was going to spank Betsy. He watched two girlish behinds sway, nicely filling the shorts they both wore as they climbed the stairs, Stacey with a full womanly bottom and Betsy with a smaller but pouty pair of rear cheeks. He wanted to see this! Being very quiet, he crept up the stairs to the hallway. The door was open and he could see Betsy standing nervously beside the vanity as Stacey retrieved the paddle. Stacey sat down on the vanity. She told Betsy to drop her shorts. Betsy did and revealed a cute chubby seat clad in pink nylon panties. Stacey patted her knees and Betsy gingerly laid herself down across Stacey's lap hind end up. Will heard Stacey order her to lift up. There was a mild protest from Betsy, but Stacey reminded her that Will got it bare, so she allowed Stacey to slip the panties down to her knees. Stacey shifted her right leg a bit so that Betsy's bottom was perched prominently over the knees of her chastiser. Will noted that Betsy had a cute can, even if she was his sister, and the sight of her about to get a spanking from Stacey was giving Will a woody.
Stacey asked her if she was ready. Betsy choked out a "yes", and Stacey started to spank. For the next several minutes Stacey spanked Betsy's bobbing rear end with crisp smarting smacks from the little paddle that made sharp popping noises. Betsy wriggled and kicked her lower legs and voiced little yelps as the paddle smacked and smacked--left-right, left-right. Stacey never raised her arm higher than her shoulder, but the spanks looked like they carried plenty of steam. After what seemed like two or three minutes of steady smacking, Betsy's butt was a shiney red and she was crying. Stacey stopped, let her up, and gave Betsy a big hug. Will heard her say, "There now, it's all over. You've been punished. Are you gonna be ok?" Betsy nodded, wiping her eyes and rubbing her sit spot. Will slunk back down the stairs with a boner that wouldn't quit. He went back out, then came back in, letting the door slam announcing his presence.
"Anybody home?" he shouted.
"We're up here Will," he heard Stacey say.
"What's goin' on?" he said with a grin as he came upon Stacey and Betsy emerging from the bedroom.
"Oh, just girl talk," said Stacey with a smile at Betsy.
Betsy just blushed and nodded. Will headed straight for the bathroom.
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After that the house was calm for a while, but, kids being what they are, Will and Betsy started to test their limits. Being brother and sister they fought. The bickering and carping began to get on Stacey's nerves. It first came to a head during a fight over the remote. The fight escalated to a scuffle and Stacey finally cried, "Enough! You two are acting like brats and you can both go to your rooms and miss the show each of you wanted to see."
They both protested this loudly, so Stacey said, "Ok, I'll give you an option--stay in your rooms for the next hour and no TV at all or you play 'swats poker'."
"What's swats poker?" asked Betsy.
"It's a little game we play in my sorority, kids. The way it works is the person who is guilty of some infraction pulls one card from a standard deck. The number on the card is the number of swats she gets with the official paddle. If the card is black, she gets to take them on one layer of clothing. If it's a red card, the pants come down. So, any takers?... or do you want to be confined to quarters? You decide."
Will thought. This might not be so bad. He could pull a two or a three. That was nothing, not after the tanning he'd received. Betsy too thought it was better to risk a short spanking than have to sit in her room.
"What are face cards?" asked Will
"Oh, yeah, Jacks are 11, queens 12, kings 13 and ace is 15."
"And you give 'em to us with mom's spankin' paddle?" asked Betsy.
"Yeah...in the sorority we use a big paddle but... I guess for you kids, the spankin' paddle is enough. So what do you say? Think you can get lucky? Get off with just a couple of smacks? Over your underwear?"
"Ok by me," volunteered Will. "I'd rather get swats than stay grounded in my room."
"Yeah, its ok for me too, Stacey."
"Well, kids, it's settled then. One round of swats poker coming up. And I hope this cools you too off so you stop fighting. Betsy, find us a deck of cards and Will, you go fetch the 'spankin' paddle'."
This was even exciting, thought Will as he climbed the steps to get the paddle. For some reason he would start to get hard every time he thought about the gorgeous Stacey dishing out a spanking, either to him or Betsy. He lifted the paddle from its hook inside the closet door and went downstairs. Betsy had the cards. They sat down at the dining room table while Stacey shuffled. Stacey slid the deck over to Betsy.
"You get to cut the cards before I deal, Betsy"
Betsy said "ok" and cut. Stacey put the cut deck together. "Ready?" she said. Betsy nodded. Stacey deftly flipped one card onto the table face up...the 7 of spades. Betsy gave something between a grin and a grimace. It could have been lots worse. "Will? Here goes...". She dealt Will a Jack of diamonds.
"Hey, no fair!" protested Will. "She gets off with 7 and I get 11, and bare too. What a rook!"
"That's the way it works, Will, it's the luck of the draw. Next time Betsy might get a lot for a lesser offense, or nearly nothing for a major no-no. So...lets pay up kids. Betsy you first." Stacey got up and took the spankin' paddle in one hand and Betsy's wrist in the other. She led Betsy into the den where there was a low footstool. She put her left foot on the stool and told Betsy to take down her shorts. Betsy blushed as she slid down her little shorts to reveal white cotton undies that were stretched tight across her cutely rounded rear cheeks.
Stacey tapped her thigh and smiled, "Over you go, girl." Betsy gave a rueful wince and bent over Stacey's leg, sticking her bottom up.
"7 swats, Betsy. Count for me." Splat! "Ooh, one." Spank! "Ow, two." Will's boner got more pronounced as he watched the paddle smack Betsy's cute rear end. Pop! "Three". Smack! "Yikes, four." The smacks were crisp and the cracks of the paddle loud like firecrackers. Splat! "Yeowch..it stings--f..five." Will could see the red hue underneath the panties. Smack! "Owww...six...ooh." Splat! "Yeowww...seven. Geez that stung!" said Betsy as she clutched her rear cheeks and did a little dance hopping from foot to foot. To Betsy it seemed that Stacey had hit her harder than when she had spanked her up in the bedroom. Then it had been a continuous flurry. These spanks were more deliberate, and Stacey was putting more arm into it, making sure each one was felt.
"Ok, mister Will, your turn, young sir. " Stacey was smiling. This was ok thought Will, she likes us, she just needs to keep order in the house. We were fighting. I guess we deserve this. "Betsy, bring me a chair, would you?"
"With pleasure," chuckled Betsy still rubbing her butt, and she brought in a dining room chair.
Stacey sat down. "Ok, Will, get 'em down to your ankles. I want to see some bare hiney, young man." Will shucked down his jeans and underwear and laid himself across Stacey's knee--quickly he hoped, before she noticed his woody. The familiar feel of Stacey's womanly thighs and her smell was intoxicating even though he was going to get his fanny spanked. Stacey explained that for a licking of 10 swats or more, the culprit was always going to be put across her knee. "It's easier to hold you if you start to wiggle too much," she explained.
Stacey then splatted the little paddle down 11 times on Will's bare fanny, making it glow with a dusky red hue. It stung a lot, but Will was able to count out the 11 licks without crying and it was over quickly. The wriggling on Stacey's lap though, had aggravated the condition of Will's hardness, and both Stacey and Betsy had giggled when Will had leapt up, boner bobbing, as he did his own version of the spanking dance.
The game had set a precedent and there was no going back. Stacey explained that she was going to have rules and if the kids broke them, there would be consequences. And they could have their choice, they could be grounded, do extra chores, stay in their rooms, even stand in the corner--or they could elect to play swats poker. Stacey laid down her expectations, and with them, the penalties for disobedience. She made it clear that for more serious offenses like playing in forbidden places or not coming home on time, there would be more than just one round of swats poker to play.
Will didn't care. He feared the pain of a spanking, but it was exciting too. That night after that first time he had stroked his 13 year old cock feeling the warm glow in his butt and remembering the shameful yet arousing feeling of being taken across Stacey's knee. He recalled the fire in his fanny as the paddle had smacked, and the pleasant sensation of being suspended over her thighs, pants at his ankles. He stroked it faster and faster and it erupted in a spasm of intense pleasure, thick gobs of cum spewing all over.
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