Big Little Sister by DCFTEF

(Sweetie Belle / Rarity)

f/F, hairbrush, over bed, semi-consensual

 

(25/08/2015)

 

 

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It was Friday afternoon, around 4pm and Rarity was doing what teenage girls do best; talking on the telephone. Laying back on the sofa with her knees up over the arm rest, idly swinging her legs as she played with the coils of the land-line cord in her fingers (wisely conserving mobile minutes...Mother & Father were so obtuse about letting her have an unlimited usage plan).

The girl on the other end of the line was surprised.

Rarity giggled wickedly.

Rarity lowered her voice and explained;

Dash was impressed. Usually she was the bold one.

Rainbow Dash agreed;

 

Rarity hung up the phone but gave a quick yelp of surprise. She didn't know she was being watched this whole time.

The younger sister stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed with a serious look on her face. Rarity was worried. How much had she heard?

She put her hands on her hips.

Blushing, the elder sister tried to twist the facts in her favor.

Playing the 'dear sister' card usually worked like a charm but Sweetie Belle wasn't in the mood today.

Now Rarity was genuinely worried. She would have to carefully maneuver to avoid trouble here. Coercion, bribery...even begging might be required.

Sweetie's bottom lip shot out as her face took on a stern and angry visage.

 

Rarity gasped. Two weeks prior Sweetie Belle had told their parents she and her friends were going to the library to study...but she, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom really boarded a bus and went to the other side of Canterlot City to sneak into an R-rated movie. The next day Derpy casually mentioned that she saw Rarity's sister at the theater...and Rarity told their parents.

It was shocking how angry that squeaky little voice could sound.

Sweetie crossed her arms and snorted.

 

The situation had crossed from dangerous territory into one of genuine peril. Rarity threw herself at Sweetie Belle's feet and appealed to her on her knees.

But Sweetie Belle had the power now, and the stinging memory of Mom's hairbrush on her behind outweighed anything her sister could promise.

She grasped Sweetie's arm desperately but the younger girl pulled it away.

 

Rarity began to tremble all over. She was in serious trouble now. What she had done was a grave offense...much more serious than the original missed homework letter had been. Forging a parent's signature was sure to get her grounded for a long time...loss of her allowance & mobile phone included. Worse, Rarity's parents believed strongly that a mature, sophisticated young lady such as herself could still reap the educational benefits of a hard, painful spanking...and the teenager wanted no part of that.

Sweetie Belle looked down on her pleading older sister and for a moment Rarity thought she'd evoked the pity she was hoping for. But Sweetie remained angry;

 

They were both silent for a long time, both feeling guilty for what they'd done and said. Finally Sweetie Belle spoke;

Tears pooled up in Rarity's eyes. This was absolutely the worst possible thing ever and it was all her fault.

Sweetie said nothing, but Rarity thought she saw her little sister's eyes glistening with tears too as she gave a final glance before leaving.

 

Rarity felt like calling Rainbow Dash back to tell her she wouldn't be able to play the fundraiser gig this Saturday. Surely she'd be restricted to her bedroom. It was too embarrassing though...Rarity could not bring herself to dial the number. She flopped down on her big, fluffy bed...grabbed a stuffed animal and screamed into it.

The tension of knowing what was coming made Rarity nearly sick to her stomach. She'd screwed up badly...twice. When she'd ratted out Sweetie she thought she was being a responsible big sister; now it had come back to bite her in the ass.

The older girl wiped a few tears away and turned toward the open door.

The younger sister did not make eye contact. She was unsure she really wanted to suggest this.

Rarity did not know what to think of this, but it represented a glimmer of hope so she encouraged her sister.

The girl took a deep breath and answered;

Nerves were making Rarity impatient. She knew she had to be careful and not anger Sweetie, souring the deal.

Sweetie took a deep breath and finally said;

Now Rarity was genuinely confused.

 

Both girls stood there, staring blankly at each other.

They were each silent for a long time, trying to figure out what the next step would be.

Both of them had more than their fair share of experience with that.

At last Rarity took a deep breath. This was a bizarre situation but it seemed like her only way out of ultimate trouble. Even at her age she feared a spanking from her parents more than anything, so facing her sister's wrath was the lesser of two evils. How bad could it be anyway?

She stood up, straightened her skirt and placed her hands on the bed.

 

Now it was Sweetie Belle who was confused. She hadn't really expected Rarity to accept the deal.

Rarity was embarrassed about the stammer. She was trying hard not to let it show how nervous she was.

The elder sister whipped around in shock.

But Sweetie crossed her arms, wearing a grim & determined look on her face.

 

Rarity already had a pale complexion, but somehow her face got even whiter when her sister said those last two words.

Her mouth felt dry and her stomach churned. Up to this point the thought of submitting to a spanking from her younger sister was embarrassing, but hardly frightening. Rarity had been willing to submit to the awkward punishment because she genuinely felt she deserved it for hurting Sweetie Belle's feelings. Sweetie would get her well-deserved revenge and they could move on as sisters. It wasn't supposed to actually hurt!

When Rarity saw the look on Sweetie's face turn angry she knew the argument was over.

She pointed at the clock on Rarity's wall and raised her voice.

The younger sibling stomped her foot.

 

Rarity rushed out of the bedroom but paused in the hall. She'd been ordered out of her own room by her little sister. Sweetie had yelled and Rarity had gone running...the humiliation was complete.

Face red and insides twisted into a knot she slowly made her way down the hall. Their parents' bedroom door was open and from the corridor Rarity saw the object she feared laying on the dresser. Classic, elegant design, made of heavy, dark oak. Rectangular but with well rounded corners; it was the brush their mother used on a day-to-day basis. Both girls loved having their hair brushed with it on good days...both hated what the opposite side of it could do on bad days.

Alright, Sweetie was laying it on a bit thick here, she even sounded like Mother.

But Rarity did not have a choice. She entered the room, grasped the terrible brush by its handle and turned back to meet her doom.

 

When she arrived back in her room Rarity found Sweetie Belle arranging the pillows on her bed.

Rarity looked at the brush in her hands and gulped. That would not be easy. Even in Sweetie's tiny hands this would be an instrument of awful pain and torture.

Between them the sisters had suffered more spankings than they cared to count, but now that they were conducting one without an adult the procedure was less clear. Mommy & Daddy always knew exactly how long to lecture...when to start...how long to keep the punishment going. For Sweetie Belle this was harder than it looked, and the clock was ticking. Neither girl felt ready to move on but if their mother walked through the door while they were still busy it would not be good for either of them.

 

Trying to maintain whatever was left of her teenage dignity, Rarity handed over the brush. Without a word she walked to the mound of pillows Sweetie had piled up, and lowered herself down onto it. It felt almost comical...until Sweetie Belle grasped her skirt.

A fresh wave of panic washed away all the dignity Rarity had been clinging to. It was no strange thing for the sister's to see each other in their underwear, but this was different. She reached back and attempted to pull the protective fabric back across her butt. To her astonishment Sweetie rapped her fingers with the hairbrush.

Sweetie Belle gave a swift and decisive response though; she pulled up her older sister's purple skirt and tucked it out of the way.

Rarity gasped in dismay. She wanted to protest but Sweetie kept up her verbal assault;

With a tremulous whimper Rarity consigned herself to the coming punishment.

That was an odd departure from the usual procedure. When one of the girls got into deep enough trouble that lowering of underpants was deemed necessary it was always their parents who removed the final layer of protection.

Hands shaking, Rarity forced herself to comply, gently pinching the lacy, elastic waist band and pulling them down just enough to expose her cheeks.

 

*CRACK*

But for the moment Rarity was unable to do it. Sweetie had laid on a powerful smack, not to the exposed buttocks but the tender back of Rarity's left thigh. The older girl twisted in pain for a full ten seconds...it was a much harder blow than Mom or Dad ever delivered.

*CRACK*

Poor Rarity had acted too slowly; now her right thigh had a matching red mark.

This time Rarity was faster, she fumbled with the stretchy cotton fabric but got her panties down to mid-thigh where their parents customarily left them until they would be needed again.

But Sweetie was not planning on keeping up that cruel intensity.

Rarity gave a whimpering promise to be good, before biting her lip and waiting for the punishment to really begin. This was terrible; humiliating and painful, but it was still not as bad as what she could expect if her parents found out about the forged signature.

And with that Sweetie began her work in earnest.

Sweetie Belle had learned from the 'lessons' her mother and father had given her. She took position on her big sister's left side and wasted no time in finding a rhythm; fast, sharp cracks that maximized the hairbrush's stinging potential...and when Rarity twisted and squealed she did not ease up at all.

She wasn't in full tears yet, but Rarity was suffering.

Clawing at the bedsheets and stuffed animals she struggled to stay in place but every time her sister delivered another smack she jumped, and her hips twisted to avoid the next sting.

 

She further answered Rarity's plea by concentrating the next dozen spanks right at the crease where thighs met buttocks...where it hurt the most.

The moans were genuine and full of anguish. A fire was building in Rarity's backside and she knew from experience that it would not die out for hours. Sweetie was using that brush like a seasoned professional...not relying on the strength of her skinny arm, but flicking the awful wooden paddle so it struck with the speed of a whip.

 

To her surprise Rarity felt real tears rolling down her cheeks. She drummed her feet on the carpet and cried, wishing for it to be over soon.

But Sweetie Belle angrily snapped back at her;

But it hurt too badly, and Rarity threw her hand back to block.

 

With a frustrated grunt, Sweetie Belle stopped. Rarity hoped it was over, but it was not her choice to make. The younger sister swung her left leg over her sibling, straddling her and the mound of pillows like a horse, but backwards. In this new position Rarity's arms were pinned down by her sister's legs.

Gone were the stinging, whip-like spanks. In her new position Sweetie Belle swung the brush down in long arcs, crashing into Rarity's already burning rear like a heavy paddle. Instead of sharp smacks it fell with heavy thuds now, blistering the tender teenaged tushie and sending poor Rarity into frantic floods of tears.

In spite of herself Rarity twisted and struggled...even from her position of advantage it was hard for Sweetie Belle to keep control. If she tried to lay a few more punitive spanks on the back of her sister's thighs she would have lost balance and toppled head over heels to the floor.

 

Although the pace was slower now the smacks were harder, and Rarity's suffering was at its worst. She bawled and struggled to stay still but her body only wanted to escape the pain.

The last straw came when her legs kicked involuntarily, nearly hitting Sweetie.

But Rarity just wanted the whole thing to end.

Exposed and vulnerable, weakened by her struggles, Rarity had no choice but to supplicate herself to her sibling's mercy.

To show she was serious, Sweetie Belle laid the bristles on Rarity's burning, red-hot bottom and dragged the hairbrush across, scratching as it went with just enough pressure to make the teenager bawl with fear.

 

Sweetie was close to the end. Rarity had gotten the message, anything more would just be torture and wanton spite like that wasn't in Sweetie Belle's heart.

Whimpering, Rarity complied, giving Sweetie a clear target to administer the last flurry of hard spanks. She used all the strength left in her worn out little arm, but it was enough to make her big sis buck and howl in anguish.

She rolled off her sibling's back, leaving Rarity face-down on a pile of pillows, crying and rubbing for all she was worth.

 

It took her a few minutes to regain composure, but when she did Rarity wiped her runny nose and looked around the room for her sister. She was not there.

Walking on shaky legs...still too sore to pull her panties back up from around her thighs, Rarity went searching.

She found her little sister in her own bedroom, cocooned in a heavy quilt...sobbing.

It made Rarity's heart break. Sweetie had nothing to be sorry for. It was her own thoughtlessness which had forced this situation...Sweetie Belle had offered her a way out of a perilous predicament and was now suffering burdensome guilt for it. She rushed to her, gathering the younger girl in her arms (while carefully avoiding being seated on her still burning rump).

Rarity stroked her hair...comforting the one who had just spanked her. It was just the latest flip in this afternoon of bizarre contradictions.

Sweetie did not answer immediately, she just snuggled herself under Rarity's chin. There the sisters sat as the minutes passed and birds sang outside.

Both girls began to laugh.

The matter was settled between them. Minutes later they heard their mother's car pull into the driveway and the sisters greeted her as if nothing had happened.

 

That weekend the Rainbooms' performance at the softball team's bake sale was a resounding success. It was a hot, muggy day but the band drew a big crowd, and the team met their fund-raising goal for a trip to play in the finals in Capitol City.

Despite the torrid temperature (which had all the other girls wearing shorts or mini-skirts) Rarity was dressed in jeans that day, as if she wanted to hide her legs from view. Among the whole audience only Sweetie Belle knew why, and she wasn't telling. It was between sisters and nothing more needed to be said.

 

END