A Family Affair
             Danny stood next to his father, Dominic, and watched wide-eyed, his soon-to-
          be stepsister walk down the aisle. Heather's long honey blond hair was shiny and
          thick with curls. Her dress was high at the neck and tight at her waist. Her breasts
          pressed  against the fabric and her nipples, as usual, were craning. The sleeves
          were small caps of petals that skimmed her slender arms. The skirt of the dress
          billowed slightly at her slender waist, like a tulip, and hung in sheer, chiffon petals
          of pink, lavender  and blue that barely covered her bottom, skimmed the tops of
          her firm thighs and pointed at her shapely legs.She wore high-heeled sandals, the
          straps of which matched the colors in her dress, each strap a slender pastel finger
          lightly holding her foot. Her toenails were polished in pink as soft as a cloud.She
          carried a small bouquet of pastel roses and wore a smile that was a combination
          of little girl innocence and big girl seductiveness. Her sky blue eyes looked from
          her new stepfather to Danny and back again. Danny stared open-mouthed at the
          vision that was to be his sister, but even he could see that her smile was reserved
          for her new daddy.

          Kelly, the woman who would be Danny's mother, began to stroll down the aisle
          in a full-length, tightly fitted sheath of ivory silk organza, covered with lace and tiny
          seed pearls from the low cut top to the scalloped hem, and matching three-inch
          pumps. At 34 she needed no corset to curve her waist nor accentuate her slightly
          flared hips. Her ample breasts held their own and  jiggled merrily as she walked.
          Her shoulder length pale blond hair was styled in long wisps that pointed to her
          pretty face,  showing off to advantage her creamy skin, deep blue eyes and full,
          pale pink mouth. She carried a bouquet of ivory roses and smiled beautifically at
          no one in particular. When she arrived at the altar, Dominic and Danny walked
          over to her. She leaned over and kissed Danny lightly on his mouth and then
          smiled at him. He breathed in her heady fragrance of scents and secrets. The
          blood left his brain and raced to his feet, leaving him so breathless and light
          headed he could not blush. He swayed dangerously, nearly fainting. Through
          the echo in his ears, he could hear the guests in the church begin to twitter.
          Blood rushed back to his face, allowing him to blush  feverishly,and remain on
          his feet.

          Dominic and Kelly stood in front of the minister at the altar; their respective
          children behind and to the right of Dominic. Danny slowly inhaled Heather's light
          scent of summer flowers.  At 14, Heather was two years older than Danny but,
          at 5'2", she was the same height, at least when she was not wearing stiletto heels.
          Today, she towered over him, looking down at him and, at every opportunity,   
          pushing her chest out and smiling.  Danny glanced at her, and at the woman who
          would be his  stepmother,and thought of an evening when they were alltogether
          just two weeks ago.

          Dominic had brought Danny over to Kelly and Heather's house and sat everyone
          down in the living room for a talk. Dominic stood  next to the couch, arms crossed,
          feet apart, and started talking.

          "We're going to be a family soon and things will not be the same for any of us
           again."Dominic began, his voice stern."Kelly and I have decided on the rules of
          behavior and you two" Dominic said  inclining his head towards his son and future
          daughter, "will obey  them. Heather, your mother already knows this and now I'm
          telling  you. When Dan misbehaves, I turn him over my knees and spank his bare
          bottom."

          Heather covered her mouth, gasped then giggled.

          "It's not funny, Heather," Dominic uncrossed his arms and put his  hands on his
          waist."Don't laugh. Your mother tells me it's been a  long time since you've had
          your bottom spanked and I'm here to tell  you that if you misbehave I won't hesitate
          to spank you. Do you  understand me? If you think I won't do it,ask Dan. He'll tell
          you.  I spanked his little bottom just last week. Dan? Tell her."Dominic ordered, his
          eyes never leaving Heather.

          Danny blushed. "Yes," he murmured unable to meet anyone's eyes.

          "Speak up, boy," Dominic instructed, looking directly at his son.  "Tell Kelly and
          Heather what happens to naughty children in our house."

          "They get..."

          "Look at them, Dan," Dominic ordered in a voice frighteningly quiet. "Look at Kelly
          and Heather when you speak to them. Have  you forgotten your manners? Because
          I can teach them to you again." Dominic threatened.

          "No, Dad. I haven't forgotten," Danny said looking at his father. He glanced at a
          smiling Kelly and a smirking Heather. "I get spanked over my Dad's knees when
          I've been bad and he spanked me  last week," Danny quickly recited.

          "Spanked his little white, round bottom as red as a rose. And, Heather, if you
          misbehave,as your mother tells me you do occasionally, I'll spank your bottom
          just as red. You mark my words, I will," Dominic seriously warned the girl. "Any
          questions?  Dan?"

          "No, Dad."

          "Heather?"

          "When you and my Mom get married, may I call you 'Daddy'?" Heather attempted
          to look shy. Her mother smiled at her. Danny stared,  incredulous.

          Dominic smiled. "Of course, Heather. I'd really like that." Dominic's eyes got soft,
          he dropped his hands to his side, his whole body relaxed. Danny had never seen
          him look like that.  "But, uh, that doesn't mean, you know, I meant what I said.
          Misbehave and I'll spank you."

          "I'll always be a good girl for you," Heather promised.

          Danny was determined from that moment on that he would never receive another
          spanking. He'd do everything he was asked to do, everything he was supposed to
          do and anything else he could think of to please his father. Build up some points.
          Sort oflike getting extra credit in school. He was not going to have his bottom bared
          and spanked in front of his beautiful stepmother or his equally beautiful stepsister.

          Danny jumped out of his reverie when he heard applause. The minister had
          pronounced his father and Kelly husband and wife and introduced the new couple
          to their guests.Kelly wrapped her arms around Danny.

          "Danny darling. You're my son," Kelly said with tears in her eyes. Then she kissed
          him softly and quickly on the mouth,leaving the boy speechless.

          Heather made a point of bending over in her short dress to place a kiss on Danny's
          cheek. "My baby brother," she teased

          Dominic shook his son's hand.

          Over the next three months, Danny found that he was happy to be part of a family
          again.His stepmother was gentle and kind. She always had a smile and a little pat
          or kiss for Danny when he came home school and she always went into his room
          before he fell asleep to give him a kiss goodnight. She'd sit on his bed, brush his
          hair off of his forehead, lean forward and place a lingering kiss on his cheek and
          a quick, soft kiss on his mouth. "Good night, sweet prince," she always said and
          touched his just-  kissed cheek with her silky hand. Every night Danny went to
          sleep with a smile. His stepsister, too, often came to his room before she went to
          bed.She told him she just wanted to say  goodnight, but her real purpose was to
          tease him beyond his endurance. Having begun to develop a womanly body, her
          breasts were not large, but more than a handful. At least, more than Danny thought
          he could hold. Her waist was small, her hips a soft curve. She'd walk into Danny's
          room wearing silky pajamas,  her nipples stretching the soft fabric, her breasts
          moving freely. Or she'd wear a short, almost sheer, nightgown that did not quite
          reveal all that Danny hoped it would. She was self- assured and graceful; Danny,
          a still-developing boy, was given to moments of clumsiness and uncontrollable
          blushes.

          Three months and Danny had kept the solemn vow he'd made to  himself. Not once
          had he even been threatened with a spanking and he intended to keep it that way.
          In an effort to continue pleasing his father, Danny maintained a straight A average
          at school. He was a bright boy and earning an A was not that difficult for him, except
          in math. A fact his father well knew.  At the beginning of the school semester,
          Dominic decided tha Danny's math class was far too easy for him and arranged to
          have his son placed in an advanced Algebra class. Danny was sure he was not
          ready and knew that if he did not score a good grade, his  father would be angry.
          When his father got angry, Danny got spanked. And a spanking was something
          Danny was never going to suffer again. Since the wedding, Danny had either stayed
          out of his father's way or went out of his own way to please his critical parent. So
          tonight, as he did every night, he sat at the table in the dining room and struggled
          with his Algebra homework, his heart leaping whenever he heard his father's voice.

          Heather walked into the dining room and looked over Danny's shoulder at the
          Algebra book.

          "Oh, I took that class last year," she said.

          "You did?" Danny looked up at her. "Was it hard for you?"

          "At first, it was. But then it just clicked and it was easy."

          "I wish it was easy for me," Danny looked at the book and slumped.

          "I can help you," Heather offered. "If you want."

          "Really? You can?" Danny asked, flooded with relief and hope.

          "Yeah." Heather began to reach for a chair. "Oh, wait. Will Daddy  get upset if he
          sees me helping you?"

          "I don't think he'd mind if you helped me," Danny said. "He wants  me to get a good
          grade."

          "Well, it's just that I've heard him say that he expects you to do  this on your own
          and I don't want you to, you know, get into trouble," Heather whispered, looking
          knowingly at Danny.

          "Right," Danny murmured and blushed. His hope vanished in a long sigh.

          "Maybe..." Heather began.

          "What?" Danny asked searching her eyes for an answer.

          "Well, what if you came up to my room, you know, like your homework was already
          finished? And then I could help you and Daddy wouldn't know."

          "Yeah! Perfect," Danny enthused.

          "All right. Wait here for fifteen minutes, then come up to my room."

          "Okay." Danny smiled. "Thanks."

          Exactly fifteen minutes later, Danny trotted up the stairs, book under his arm,
          whistling carefreely. He found the door to stepsister's bedroom ajar. He pushed it
          open and found Heather standing in her room completely naked. Danny froze on
          the threshold and took in his stepsister's breasts and rosy, erect nipples, the soft
          curve of her slim waist and softly rounded hips, her small triangle of dark blond
          curls, her slender legs and small feet, and looked again from her soft pink toes
          back up her body to her breasts again and then up to her face. He watched
          Heather slowly and deliberately place one arm acrossher breasts and lower her
          other hand to cover her tiny dark blond  curls. He saw her take a long, slow deep
          breath. And then she screamed.

          "Daddyyyyyyy!" she screeched. "Mommyyyy!" She shrieked. "Danny saw me
          naked!"

          Danny stood rooted to the spot. His father and stepmother raced to Heather's
          bedroom door. Kelly pushed past Danny and ran to Heather, wrapping her arms
          around her, shielding her nudity from her stepbrother. Dominic stood at the
          threshold.

          "What's the meaning of this?" Dominic shouted angrily.

          Danny was speechless.

          "Answer me, little boy."

          Little boy, Danny thought. That's what his father always called him when he was
          about to get spanked.

          "Dad, I didn't.. She said.."

          "It's 'Daddy', little boy. Remember? That's what you call me when  you're getting
          that little round bottom of yours spanked. And you can tell me what happened while
          you're being spanked."

          "Dad, no, Daddy, I. She told me..." Danny looked at his father and pointed at
          Heather.

          "Enough! Kelly, Heather, come down to the den. I want you both to see this."

          Dominic grabbed Danny by the arm and began pulling him down the stairs.

          "Daddy, I didn't do anything. She told me ...."

          "Were you standing in her room?"

          "Yes. But ..."

          "Was she naked?" Dominic demanded to know, holding his son's arm higher.

          "Yes," Danny said, trying to keep his balance on the stairs, nearly on his toes from
          his father's grip. "but she..."

          "That's enough! I don't want to hear your excuses. You're always  trying to get away
          with something."

          Dominic let go of his son's arm and pushed Danny's shoulder,  propelling him into
          the den. He settled himself on the sofa, stood Danny in front of him and waited for
          his wife and stepdaughter.

          "You're going to take your punishment, little boy. And you're not going to whine
          about it."

          Danny's heart pounded with fear, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he felt
          lightheaded. His stomach jumped, his legs  shook, the blood drained from his face.
          He clenched his fists in  anger over the unfairness of this. His eyes filled with tears
          at the betrayal of his stepsister.

          Danny did not look up when Kelly walked into the den. Out of the corner of his eye
          he caught a glimpse of her emerald silk dress  and matching pumps. Two inches
          above her knees, the dress had  covered buttons up the right side from waist to
          hem, three of  which were undone affording Danny a breathtaking view of her
          beautiful thighs. He continued standing, waiting for his stepsister to appear, hoping
          he would not faint, knowing that his  father would see that as weakness, which would
          infuriate him and  make the spanking worse. A minute or so later Danny glanced up
          and saw Heather walk into the room. She had only put back on the  cheerleading
          outfit she'd worn to practice that day, but Danny was still surprised at how quickly
          she had gotten dressed. He noticed that she had not bothered with shoes, though,
          and that  the middle toe of her left foot wore a tiny, thin gold ring. Kelly had settled
          in an oversized chair across from the sofa and Heather balanced herself on the arm
          of it, swinging the foot with the little gold toe ring.

          Dominic popped open the snap on his son's jeans.

          "This is how discipline is handed down in this house,ladies." Dominic said. "Watch
          carefully, Heather."

          Dominic drew down the zipper on Dan's jeans, the long, low whine of the metal filling
          the quiet room. He tugged the denim down to Danny's knees.

          Danny stood in front of his father, eyes downcast and filled with tears. Dominic took
          Danny's arm and moved him to his right side. He turned his son over his knees.
          Danny's legs stretched out behind him, supported by the long sofa. His arms were
          bent at his elbows, his fists clenched, his forehead touching the sofa cushion.
          Dominic  pulled down Danny's white cotton briefs, pushing them down until they
          were at his son's knees.

          Danny began crying softly.

          "Crying already, are you little boy? Not a single spank on your little baby bottom and
          already you're crying. Well, let's give you something to cry about. Ladies, have you
          ever seen a boy's bottom?" Dominic asked patting Danny's plump, white flesh. "He
          really is a boy, even though he's crying like a girl. His bottom even moves like a
          girl's. Watch." Dominic patted Danny's  small round bottom and showed his wife and
          stepdaughter how the little cheeks jiggled.

          Danny recoiled. Drawing in his quaking shoulders, he squeezed his eyes shut.

          Heather smiled and held back a giggle.

          Kelly bit her lip, her eyes sad. "Dom," she began. Dominic's looks silenced her.

          "It does look just like a girl's, doesn't it? Not all boys' bottoms look like that, but
          Dan's does. Especially his."

          Danny, his face in full blush and mewling in agonized humiliation, lay still across his
          father's lap, acutely aware that Kelly and Heather were looking at his bare bottom.
          Tears pushed through his tightly closed eyes. His nose was running and he sniffed
          to keep it under control.

          "Dan thinks he's all grown up, strutting around here and sneaking looks at his sister,
          but he's really just a little boy. You'll both see just how little a boy he is in a minute,"
          Dominic promised.

          Danny took a deep breath in preparation of the first spank.

          Dominic clamped his teeth together, turned down the corners of his  mouth, and
          clapped his hand sharply onto his son's plump, white  bottom. Danny's body jumped
          from the impact; his creamy skin blushed.

          "Uhhh!" Danny yowled.

          "See? I told you. Already crying like a little girl after one little spank." Dominic raised
          his hand again. "I'll give you a reason to cry."

          Dominic's hand slapped the soft skin of his son's bottom again and again. The
          muscles in his arm strained, his face contorted with the effort.

          "Yeoooooww!" Danny howled, his head thrown back "Owwww!"

          "You're going to stop that whining before I'm done with you, you big baby," Dominic
          promised.

          Dominic, unlike his son in every way, was tall and beefy  with strong hands. He used
          the entire flat of his meaty fingers to clap the middle of Danny's bottom with hot, fast
          spanks.

          "Ohhhh nooooo! Daddy, please stoooop!" Danny cried out loud in  long wails,
          beginning to kick his legs.

          It looked to Heather like her stepfather was using one of those paddles with a ball
          attached to a rubber band . His hand just kept coming down harder and faster. His
          whole body moved, almost wiggled, in rhythm with the sharp, rapid spanks. Heather
          was dizzy with pleasure.

          "Please stop! Pleeeease, Daddy," Danny lifted his chest up and screamed.

          "I haven't even started. Sissy."

          Dominic brought his hand out to the side and began smacking his son's bottom
          where it met his thighs, slapping him as though his  hand were a tennis racket. So
          hard were the spanks that Danny's  body was pushed forward until he was in danger
          of falling off of  his father's lap.Danny struggled to stay in place. Falling off would
          only make his father angry.

          "Uhhhh!" Danny screamed, his legs flailing. "Noooooo! Owwwww!" He  sobbed.

          "Oh, for Christ's sake. Toughen up. You want to be a sissy all your life?"

          Dominic spanked Danny's bottom in solid smacks. He struck one cheek several
          times and moved to the other. He spanked the middle and moved to higher ground
          to slap that part. He spanked his hand down and over the arch of his son's plump
          bottom again reaching the tops of his thighs and spanking those.

          "I'll be good." Danny gasped. "I'll be a good boy, Daddy." he screamed. "Please
          stop." he choked through his sobs.

          Ignoring his son's outburst, Dominic slapped the underside of Danny's bottom a
          deep red. He landed hearty slaps down his son's burning bottom up and over the
          arch and back to the boy's upper thighs, where he again struck the soft and delicate
          skin.

          "Yaaaaah!" Danny howled again and again. "I'm sorrrrryyyy." Danny  bawled.

          Dominic blindly spanked the bouncing plums with abandon, his face contorted in
          rage.

          "I didn't mean to look." Danny cried. "It was an accident." he sobbed.

          "Did you look? Huh? Did you? Dominic asked. "Answer me!"

          "I didn't meeeean toooooo," Danny cried.

          "Didn't meeeean tooooo," Dominic mimicked. "Oh, yeah, you're all grown up, aren't
           you? Just listen to those manly cries."

          "Mommyyyyy make him stop," Danny shrieked.

          "Don't. You. Dare look to your mother to rescue you!" A furious Dominic shouted
          and he spanked with renewed strength.

          "No. No. No. I didn't mean it like thaaaaat!" Danny screamed.

          "Come on, girls, help me spank this naughty little boy. Help me teach this cry baby
           to be a man.

          "No! Da, Daddy, please. No!" Danny screamed.

          Heather leaped off of the arm of the chair and was at Danny's side in three steps.
          Kelly was right behind her.

          "Heather, you stand near the lower half of Danny's bottom. Kelly, you stand at the
          upper half. Now, come on, Kelly, give him a good spanking."

          "Noooo, daddy, pleeeeasssse!" Danny kicked both of his legs together, sloughing
          his jeans down his legs until they were hanging off of his feet.

          Kelly ran her hand slowly up Danny's bottom and patted it lightly.

          "Oh! It's just as soft as a baby's bottom. How sweet!" she enthused and stroked and
          patted the plump cheek again.

          Danny stopped kicking and convulsed in fresh tears at the touch of his stepmother's
          soft, warm hand.

          "Spank him, Kelly, don't mother him. It's discipline he needs.  Don't turn him into
          more of a baby than he is."

          Kelly raised her hand to the ceiling and clapped it down onto Danny's already hot
          red bottom. His dream of having a loving mother to protect him was shattered and
          his heart broke.

          "Oh Danny, darling, I don't want to spank you." Kelly insisted as she slapped his
          bottom again. "But you mustn't look at your sister when she's undressed." she
          explained,spanking the quivering flesh.  "I know you're curious, baby, but you must
          learn to respect Heather's privacy."

          Danny's body went limp from his stepmother's gentle scold and he sobbed his grief
          in convulsive shudders.

          "This isn't faaairrrr," Danny cried, choking on his tears.

          "Not faaaairrrr," his father mocked. "I'll give you 'fair', you puling pantywaist!"and
          Dominic spanked harder, putting his weight  into every smack, his face twisted in
          rage.

          Danny gasped for air, his throat swollen. He clenched his fists even tighter. I hate
          you, Dad, he thought. I hate all of you. He grabbed as much of a sofa cushion as
          he could and held it until his fingers burned. Someday I'll be big enough and you'll
          never be able to do this to me again, Danny promised.

          "What about me?" Heather asked. What do I get to spank? I'm the  one he looked
          at!"

          "You've got that plump section right there," Dominic said, gesturing with a turn of
          his head. "Right at his thighs. That's the most tender part. Isn't, little boy? Your
          tender little bottom." Dominic sing songed.

          "That's right, you naughty boy." Heather chided while she spanked her small portion
          of Danny's bottom, "you have to learn to respect  me."

          Danny's body heaved with sobs. The searing pain was worse than he had ever
          endured. He was sure if someone sprinkled cold water on him, the drops would
          dance in a bouncing sizzle on his burning  flesh. He kicked and flailed his legs once
          again hoping to hit  the sister he now hated, knowing if he did, the spanking would
          get worse.

          Kelly bent over and spanked her small portion of Danny's bottom with sharp prickles
          that danced up to his spine.

          "Ohhhhh!" Danny growled, his throat raw from crying.

          "Oh my! Look how his little cheek jiggles." Heather laughed before striking again.

          Heather stood beside her mother trying to get into a position that would allow her
          the best leverage. She smacked her hand down on the curved part of Danny's
          bottom, at the top of his thigh.  Danny bucked and screamed, despising her.
          Excited at the reaction,  Heather stung the tender flesh in the same spot over and
          over until  it glowed redly.

          "Stoooppp pleeeeassse! I'll be gooooood. I promisssse!" Danny hoarsely begged.

          "Oh Danny darling, I know this hurts you. I'm sorry I have to spank you so hard,"
           Kelly said, tears in her voice.

          Danny could only sob, defeated in the injustice of this,hurt by his stepmother's
          gentleness as much by his father's harshness.

          "You've been such a good boy since the wedding." Kelly said. "I really thought I'd
          never have to see you get spanked. I never  thought I'd actually have to help spank
          you."

          "Pleeeeease!" Danny keened. He brought his legs up, bent at the  knees and
          bucked on top of his father's lap.

          "Stop it!" Dominic ordered. "You even squirm like a girl. Jesus!"

          Danny let his legs drop, but could not stop kicking or screaming. He hated everyone
          in the room at least as much as he felt hated  by them.

          "You will be good after this, won't you Danny darling? I don't want to have to spank
          you again." Kelly said, her arm clearly  having grown tired, her eyes sad.

          Heather giggled and scolded as she spanked. "This should teach you a good
          lesson, you bad boy."

          Danny felt each separate hot spank alternately landed by his father, stepmother
          and stepsister. His voice was nearly gone from screaming out his pain. His legs
          were heavy from kicking.

          "Oh come on now, Dan. Let me hear you really cry, little boy," Dominic said
          sarcastically. "Oh boo hoo." This will toughen you up in the long run, believe me.
          I'll teach you not to cry over a little slap or anything else for that matter."

          Danny slumped, turned his head to rest on the cushion, and wept out his despair
          of ever feeling a moment' happiness again Every fiery spank from his father, each
          biting smack his stepmother and every single slap from his stepsister sunk his
          spirit into abysmal desolation.

          "I think I've given him enough, Dominic," Kelly said. "I'm finished spanking him."

          "I'm not!" Heather said, moving over to take her mother's spot. She raised her hand,
          happy to finally get in one really good,  solid spank.

          "Yes, Heather, you are," Kelly said, stopping her daughter's hand before it struck
          Danny."You've done enough."

          "I've hardly touched him! I want to spank him some more," Heather  complained,
          trying go wrest her hand away from her mother.

          "I said it was enough, Heather.

          Heather looked at her mother's serious eyes and decided not to  fight it. She angrily
          pulled her hand away from her mother, folded her arms across her chest and
          flopped down petulantly into  a chair.

          Dominic continued to spank, once again covering both sides of Danny's bottom.

          "You're too soft, Kelly. This is what he needs," Dominic scolded  his wife.

          "He's had enough, Dom," Kelly insisted.

          "No, he hasn't," Heather chimed in.

          Dominic nodded and continued to spank. Danny's bottom was a glowing coal, his
          legs could no longer kick, his voice was hoarse from  screaming.

          "Stop it right now Dominic!" Kelly shouted.

          Dominic, shocked at his wife's outburst, looked up at her, saw the rage in her face
          and landed a final smack.

          "You're a lucky little boy, Dan. Your new "mommy" has rescued you.  Don't expect it
          to happen again. Now get up and go to your room."

          Danny lifted himself off his father's lap. His bottom was almost purple from the
          punishment it had endured and it burned with a fiery bite. Danny cried in body-
          convulsing, hoarse sobs. He carefully bent down and pulled up his briefs and jeans.
          He could not bear the weight of the denim on his tender bottom.Holding the waist of
          his jeans to him, he walked stiffly to the stairway. He climbed each step with great
          effort and walked the  short distance down the hallway to his room where he
          collapsed onto his bed, lying flat on his stomach, his body still shaking with sobs.

          A half hour later, his cries having subsided, his bottom still pulsating with painful
          heat, Heather quietly entered his room. She tiptoed over to his bed and sat down.
          Danny jolted upright.

          "What are you doing here?" Danny croaked, his throat still raw. "You've caused
          enough trouble. Get out!"

          "Ohhhh Danny, baby. I didn't know Daddy would give you such a hard spanking. I
          just wanted to see your little bottom that's  all. Well, I was a little curious to know
          how Daddy spanks. But it's been three months since we've all lived together and
          I was beginning to think you were never going to get spanked. So, I played a little
          trick on you. You can't be too upset. After all, you got to see me naked and I got to
          see you get spanked. We're even."

          "We're not even!" Danny spat. "They believed you, not me. And it's not your bottom
           that's on fire!"

          "Well, it's going to be," Dominic said from the doorway in his deadly quiet voice.

          "Uhhh!" Heather whirled around and faced her stepfather with a gasp. "Daddy!"

          "Kelly!" Dominic called out. "Come here!"

          Kelly ran up the stairs. "Dom? You frightened me. What's going on?"

          "Heather," Dominic said pointing to the girl, "lured Dan to her bedroom, deliberately
          stripped, and let him see her naked just to see him get spanked."

          "No," Kelly breathed. "Not my Heather. She'd never ... Honey? What happened?"

          "Mom, I told Danny I'd help him with his homework, but he took so long coming up
          to my room that I thought he didn't need any help anymore and I, uh, forgot that he
          was going to come up, and so I got undressed and he barged in,"Heather said, still
          sitting on Danny's bed.

          "Dom, honey, you see? That's what happened. Heather didn't do anything wrong.
          And I'm sure Danny didn't mean to go into her  room without knocking first. Now, it's
          all over, so let's just ...."

          "No!" Danny called out hoarsely. "She's lying!"

          "Kelly," Dominic said, "I stood here and heard Heather admit what she did and that
          she wanted to see Dan get spanked. I heard her with my own ears. The story she
          told you is a lie," Dominic  explained impatiently , and with rising anger, to his wife.
          "Heather, it's your turn to experience how 'daddy' spanks. Come here."

          "Oh, Dom, honey. Do you have to? Tonight? We've already been  through one."

          "Dominic stared at his wife for a long moment. "Yes. I have to Heather, I said come
          here," Dominic ordered.

          Heather looked at her mother. Kelly shrugged slightly and nodded her head.

          "I must admit that you deserve a spanking. You played a naughty  trick on Danny
          and you lied to Daddy and me."

          Dominic held out his hand. Heather walked slowly toward him.

          "Daddy, please don't spank me," Heather said, her voice soft,  tears in her eyes.

          Dominic took his stepdaughter's hand.

          "I am going to spank you. And so is your mother. And so is your brother. You are
          going to get what he got. Let's go. Dan, you,  too. She watched you get spanked,
          you can watch her. She took  part, you can take part."

          "Danny wiped his tears away with the back of his hand as he jumped off the bed.

          "Okay, Daddy,"

          Dominic turned and began to lead Heather to the staircase.

          "Dominic," Kelly said quietly, looking at her husband with  uncommon intensity.
          Staring at her husband she case a sidelong glance at Danny. She raised her
          eyebrows.

          "Oh. Uh, Dan. You got... That is, I was wro ... . Um, listen,  you're about to give your
          first spanking, Dan," Dominic began haltingly. "I think you can call me Dad," he said
          in a sloppy attempt to apologize, and assuage his guilt for having so unfairly and
          harshly spanked his son.

          Danny nodded and tried to smile. He knew his father didn't regret  a single spank
          and would do it all over again given another  opportunity. Still, Heather had been
          found out and he was going  to help spank her. Dominic led Heather down the stairs,
          her mother following. Danny raced past them and was in the den before anyone
          else arrived.

          Danny stood in the den in front of the sofa where he had been spanked, his bottom
          still tingling, his eyes still red and puffy  from crying.

          Dominic sat down and pulled Heather over his knees. Her cheerleading skirt barely
          covered her bottom.

          "Heather," Dominic began, his hand resting on his stepdaughter's covered bottom,
          "you were wrong to have tricked your brother.  I spanked him for something he
          didn't do and now you are going to know what a good, hard spanking feels like."

          "Daddy, please. Don't. At least, don't ... pull my panties down," Heather pleaded,
           looking back at Dominic. "Don't uncover me, Daddy. I'm all grown up. It's too
          embarrassing."

          "I never give a spanking any other way than on the bare bottom. And as long as
          you live in this house, in fact as long as you are my child, you will never be too
          old to spank. And neither will Dan."

          Dominic lifted Heather's skirt. He frowned and his mouth moved in a vain attempt
          to form words. Kelly gasped. Heather closed her eyes.

          "Heather"! Kelly breathed. "Did you wear those panties to cheerleading practice?"

          Heather clamped her teeth together, her eyes tightly shut.

          "Answer me!" Kelly demanded.

          "Yes," Heather quietly admitted.

          Dominic, Kelly and Danny stared at the pale pink satin thong  that covered the
          division of Heather's plump cheeks. Her bottom was completely bare save the
          thin strip of fabric down the middle. She sincerely regretted having not put on a
          pair of real panties when she got home, instead of the ones she had worn to
          cheerleading practice that day.

          "You jumped and twirled around and let everyone see your bare bottom?" Kelly
          asked,unable to believe what she was seeing.

          Danny stood transfixed at the sight of the strip of pink satin covering the division
          of the two most beautiful, creamy white, softly rounded, plump mounds of supple
          flesh he had ever seen and could never have imagined.

          When Dominic had recovered from his shock, he yankedHeather's panties down
          to the tops of her thighs.

          "Danny, pull those things off your sister and get rid of them," Dominic ordered.

          Danny slowly pulled the soft pink panties down his stepsister's thighs, past her
          knees, sliding them down her shapely calves and off her little feet, noticing that
          her toes were already curled from the spanking, which had begun with Dominic
          and Kelly each striking one side of the proffered bottom at the same time. Their
          attention elsewhere, Danny lifted the panties and stuffed them into his jeans before
          moving back into position at the lower half of Heather's bottom.

          Heather was already crying.

          "If you want to show your bottom to strangers, then you can show them a freshly
          spanked one," Kelly scolded as she clapped her daughter's pink bottom, her lips
          pursed, her brows furrowed.

          "Uhhh," Heather shrieked between cries and began to kick her legs.

          Dominic silently spanked his stepdaughter, unable to say anything. Heather realized
          that, despite her little girl pleas and her  "daddy, daddy," cries, Dominic wasn't going
          to go any  easier  on her than he had been on Danny. He spanked hard and often,
          covering Heather's little cheek with hard smacks.

          "I'm sorrrryyyy. Pleeease stoooop," Heather begged.

          "Join in, Dan," Dominic ordered quietly.

          Danny tentatively gave Heather's silky skin a single spank and then watched her
          flesh jiggle and blush. His knees began shaking as he raised his hand a little higher
          this time and brought it down in a solid smack. Heather kicked her leg out, trying to
          throw off Danny's hand.

          "Ow! Stop it, Danny," Heather demanded angrily.

          "Dan will not stop it!" Dominic shouted, finding his voice at  least. "I should let him
          spank you all by himself after what you  did. And then I should spank you myself
          before turning you  over to your mother for more of the same. You deserve every
          bit of it," he declared, spanking harder now in his fury.

          "Owwww! Ohhhh, Daddyyyyy! Owwww!" Heather screamed. "Mommy, make him
          stoooop! Owwww!"

          "I will not ask him to stop, Heather." Instead, Kelly spanked  harder, remembering
          the pink stripe that painted her daughter's nearly naked bottom.

          "Come on, Dan," Dominic said. "Spank her like you mean it. Remember what she
          did to you? She deserves this and she certainly had a good time spanking you.
          And for something you didn't even do," Dominic said as though he had not been
          the one who had decided to spank his son and had invited everyone else  to join
          in as well.

          At that reminder, Danny spanked Heather's bottom as though he'd been doing it
          all his life. The burning in his own bottom was replaced by a delicious tingle. The
          full flat of his hand slapped and spanked and smacked until the small area of silky
          flesh that was his had turned crimson. He spanked the top of one  thigh and the
          underside of her bottom cheek, watching her firm flesh wiggle and redden with
          each strike. Now his hands were shaking, as well as his legs, and he began to feel
          dizzy.

          "Oh nooooo! I'm sorrryyyy!" Heather cried, gasping for breath.

          Dominic had one half of Heather's bottom to himself and he spanked it like the
          expert he was. His hand covered nearly all of Heather's chub and he smacked
          with full, hearty spanks that resounded in the room. Kelly spanked her share of
          Heather's bottom almost as hard, using all the strength and anger she could
          muster.

          "Oh, it burrrrns! It's burning! Owwww!" Heather sobbed and shook her head, her
          blond hair whipping from side to side.

          Kelly and Danny spanked until Dominic ordered them to stop. When  their hands
          were out of the way, Dominic spanked the middle of  Heather's bottom and spanked
          up and then down until every inch of  her burning flesh was a deep, glowing red
          from his hand.

          Heather shrieked, emptying her lungs. Sobbing them full, she shrieked again.

          "If you ever do anything to deliberately get your brother spanked again, I'll spank
          your little bottom with a strap until you think  your flesh will melt," Dominic promised
          in his deadly voice. Five  more spanks were given before Dominic threw down
          Heather's skirt  and ordered her up.

          Heather stood and hopped on one foot, then the other, rubbing her bottom and
          crying.

          "Go to your room, Heather," Dominic ordered.

          "Dan, how do you feel?" Dominic asked.

          Danny smiled. "Satisfied."

          "Good. Better go to bed now. It's late."

          "Okay, Dad. Goodnight. Goodnight Kelly."

          Kelly kissed his cheek. "Goodnight Danny darling.

          Danny went to his room. He took the panties out of his jeans and looked at them.
          Pale pink lace with a tiny rose in front, a  stretchy strip of pink satin was the back.
          He slowly inhaled Heather's soft sweet fragrance of summer. He opened his bed
          side table and took out a small gift box in which he kept various small  trinkets. He
          emptied the box and put Heather's pink panties in it, put the box back in the drawer
          and closed it. He undressed, put  on his pajamas and got into bed. He lay on his
          back, arms folded  behind his head, the searing pain in his bottom forgotten. He
          tried to sort out the feelings of excitement, restlessness and a sort of urgency he
          did not fully understand when Kelly entered his room. He watched her walk toward
          him and sit down on the bed.

          "I'm so sorry Heather did that to you. I"m glad we found out  and that we all gave
          her the spanking she deserved."

          Danny smiled, so full of words and conflicting emotions he could not speak.

          Kelly brushed Danny's hair off his forehead, leaned forward and gave him a
          lingering kiss on his cheek and a quick kiss on his mouth.

          "Goodnight, sweet prince," she said, placing her silky hand on his  cheek.

          "Goodnight, Kel ..., Mom," Danny finished shyly.

          Kelly's face lit up with her smile and, with tears in her eyes, she gently kissed
          Danny's mouth again. "Goodnight, baby," she said before leaving the room.

          Danny turned on his side facing the drawer of his bedside table, smiled and closed
          his eyes. Good night. "Great night,"  he murmured before falling asleep.