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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
17,988
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 02 - Phoebe�s bad report card
See for notes & disclaimers Chapter 01
Chapter 2 – Phoebe’s bad report card (F/f, cp, spank, reluc, no-sex)
Somewhat nervously, Phoebe Halliwell left the schoolbus and started walking towards her house, absentmindedly listening to her sister’s cheerful chatter.
‘Of course,’ Phoebe jealously thought, ‘Piper had plenty of reasons to be cheerful: her report card consisted primarily of A’s, a few B’s and one lonely C (which she got for Gym).’
Those grades were much better than Phoebe’s lonely B, two C’s and plenty of D’s. There even were some very enthusiastic comments written on Piper’s report – by several of her teachers – praising her enthusiasm and ability to learn… which sounded a whole lot better than some of the remarks on Phoebe’s report that commented about her “laziness”, “disruptive behaviour” and her “total unwillingness to do her homework”.
As they approached the Halliwell Manor, Phoebe sighed and mentally prepared herself for what would at the very least be a stern scolding from her grandmother.
*****
“Grandma! We’re home!”
Phoebe winced as her sister loudly advertised their arrival.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Grams called back.
Phoebe watched with some apprehension as her sister skipped into the kitchen; she didn’t follow Piper in, instead she stood by the door fidgeting. Contemplating whether she should follow her sister in “and face the music” or try to postpone the inevitable by sneaking upstairs to her room… She had finally decided on the latter when she suddenly heard her grandmother calling from the kitchen.
“Phoebe!”
Letting out another sigh, she opened the door and entered the kitchen.
*****
Penny Halliwell smiled when her youngest grandchild finally entered the kitchen.
“Hello Pheebs,” she handed her granddaughter a glass of cool lemonade. “What took you so long, honey?”
Phoebe mumbled an inaudible reply as she sat down.
Having just received a report card from her – much more cheerful – other granddaughter, Penny had a pretty good idea of what was bothering her normally so bouncy, youngest grandchild, wincing a bit as she considered exactly how bad Phoebe’s report card had to be if she was this reluctant to show it.
‘Well… best to get this over with quickly,’ she wryly thought. ‘The sooner the girls can enjoy their vacation.’
“I noticed you finally got your report cards back,” Penny gently began. “I already looked over and signed Piper’s.”
She smiled at Piper, who was merrily sipping her lemonade. Turning back to Phoebe, she continued, “and if I could see yours now… then that little job will be taken care of,” she added, giving Phoebe a questioning look.
Looking down, Phoebe handed her report card to her grandmother.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
Opening the report card, she started looking through it, feeling her heart sink as she noticed the large amount of D’s. ‘Even worse than the last one,’ she inwardly sighed as she finished reading the report, wincing a little at the teacher’s comments.
“This isn’t good, Phoebe,” Penny admonished her granddaughter. “Like a lot of the teachers mention on your report: you can do a lot better than this… you’ve done so in the past, so why not now?”
After staring silently at the tabletop for a while, Phoebe finally muttered, “I dunno…”
“That isn’t very helpful, Phoebe!” Penny sternly responded. “We all know that you are a very bright girl, who can accomplish a lot if she just put her mind to it. But you seem unwilling to do so, why is that?”
“I dunno,” Phoebe softly repeated again.
Penny sighed exasperated.
“As I said before: that response isn’t very helpful… Now if there is a reason why your grades keep dropping, then I want to know what it is so I can help you with it…” she lifted Phoebe’s chin and looked her in the eyes, “but first you have to tell me what it is, sweetie!”
“It’s… It’s nothing in particular, Grams… I… I just have a lot of other things on my mind besides school…” Phoebe explained, “Besides… school is boring!”
“School may not always be a lot of fun, but it’s very important for your future, young lady!” Penny lectured the young girl. “If you want to get a decent job later on then you need to do well in school and college. If you keep blowing off your homework like you do now, then you might not even get into college.”
“Now if you have a good reason for not paying attention in class and neglecting to do your homework, then I’d like to hear it now.”
Penny raised an eyebrow at her youngest grandchild. “Well?”
Phoebe bit her lip and looked down at the tabletop again.
“Very well,” Penny sighed. “Since you can’t give me any reason, I guess your teachers were right when they called you lazy.”
She waited a few moments to see if Phoebe would respond to this, when she didn’t, Penny continued, “Because that seems to be the case… and my lectures don’t seem to make much of a difference, I guess stronger measures are needed.”
Penny gave her granddaughter a stern look. “I want you to go upstairs to Prue and give her your report card, and after she has read it, you will ask her for your punishment.”
Piper winced when she heard those words.
It wasn’t long after their mom died that Prue sort of took on the role of their surrogate mother. Of course their grandmother took care of a lot, but Penny was also very busy with other things in her life: like her job and her Wicca, and she also had a very busy social life. So a big part of the responsibility was left to Prue and like all things Prue does, she got into her new role with her usual seriousness and determination… and their big sister was a firm believer in the “spare the rod, spoil the child” proverb. So it wasn’t very hard to guess what Phoebe’s punishment was going to be.
Even though she’d half-suspected this to happen, Phoebe still cringed a little… and started to rise from her chair.
“You don’t have to go right away, Phoebe,” Penny said not unkindly. “You can sit here for awhile and finish your lemonade.”
“No… that’s okay, grams,” Phoebe responded and walked to the door. “I rather face my punishment as soon as possible.”
*****
Phoebe silently stood in front of the closed door to her sister’s room. As always when she is about to be punished by her dominating big sister, she felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in.
*****
Busy writing at her desk, Prue looked up somewhat disturbed when she heard someone enter her room. She shot her sister an annoyed look.
“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking, Phoebe?” she admonished her youngest sibling.
“Sorry, Prue,” Phoebe said rather unperturbed.
Closing her diary, Prue raised a questioning eyebrow at her little sister. “So? What do you want, Phoebe?”
“Grams told me to go to you,” Phoebe hesitated slightly, then held out her report card. “And show you this.”
Prue took the report and quickly read it through, frowning a little when she finished.
“You really messed up, Pheebs,” she gave her sister a disappointed look. “You could do a lot better than this if you just applied yourself.”
“I know,” Phoebe softly replied.
“Then why didn’t you?” Prue questioned.
Phoebe looked down and didn’t respond to her sister’s question.
Prue waited quietly for a while, watching as her kid sister studied her shoes. Breaking the silence she asked, “Is there anything else grams told you to do?”
Looking up, nervously fiddling with her hands, Phoebe whispered, “Yes… she told me… I should ask you for my punishment.”
Prue nodded solemnly. “I suspected as much… Well, you know the routine, Phoebe…”
“Strip!” she commanded firmly, issuing her sister a stern look.
While Phoebe removed her clothing, Prue got up from her desk chair and sat down on the bed, watching her little sister disrobe. As Phoebe took off her underwear, Prue couldn’t help noticing how much her sister had grown in the last year. ‘She’s turning into a very attractive young woman.’ Prue observed when Phoebe’s apple-sized breasts appeared.
Never being much for modesty, Phoebe stood rather relaxed with her arms at her side, granting her sister an unobstructed look of her naked body. Smiling at her big sister, Phoebe let her fingers skip across the peach fuzz between her legs.
“I finally got hair there,” she proudly exclaimed.
“I noticed,” Prue replied dryly.
Patting her lap, Prue gave her sister a little nod. “Time for your punishment, little one. Come on… across my lap.”
Obediently, Phoebe draped her naked body across her oldest sister’s lap, her buttocks clenching a bit in anticipation while she awaited her spanking.
SMACK!
“Oh!” Phoebe exclaimed loudly as Prue’s first spank landed on her bare bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ouch!”
Prue was soon pounding a steady rhythm on her sister’s buttocks, giving each globe a quick spank in succession.
“I hope – SMACK! SMACK! – this will – SMACK! SMACK! – teach you, – SMACK! SMACK! – to take – SMACK! SMACK! – your schoolwork – SMACK! SMACK! – more seriously!”
“Oww! I’ll do better, Prue!”
SMACK! SMACK!
“I promise!”
“Good! SMACK!! SMACK!! Because, if you don’t! – SMACK!! SMACK!! – Then I am – SMACK! SMACK! – going to have – SMACK!! SMACK!! – to take – SMACK!!! SMACK!!! – stronger measures!”
Prue grabbed her hairbrush from the nightstand and started using it on her sister’s little pink fanny.
WHACK!! WHACK!! “Ouch!!” WHACK!! WHACK!! “Owww!” WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! “Ohhhhh!!” WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! “Owwww!!!” WHACK!! WHACK!!
*****
After smacking her sister’s ass for almost ten minutes, Prue studied Phoebe’s red face and her matching buttocks and decided she’d had enough. She patiently waited until her little sister recovered, gently stroking Phoebe’s back while consoling her.
“It’s okay, sweetie… Your spanking is finished now,” Prue whispered in her sister’s ear.
Phoebe quickly composed herself and Prue helped her get off of her lap.
The youngest Halliwell reached back to rub her smarting buttocks but was quickly stopped by her eldest sister.
“Nuh-uh!” Prue shook her head. “You know the rules, Phoebe. You’re not allowed to rub your little fanny until I give you permission do to so.”
“I’m sorry, Prue,” Phoebe repentantly said. “Could I have your permission, please?”
“You first have to do your corner time, honey,” Prue answered, guiding her little sister to an empty corner of her room. “Now face the corner, hands behind your head… There, that’s a good girl!”
Prue walked back to her desk and resumed writing in her journal, from time to time looking up to glance at her sister before continuing to write again.
After about fifteen minutes she closed her journal and put it away, then walked back to her bed. Sitting down, she called her sister over. “Your punishment is over, sweetie. You may leave the corner now.”
Phoebe quickly turned around, ran to her sister and leapt into her arms. Prue enveloped her little sister into a big hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart…” she gently consoled her sister.
With a feeling of bliss, Phoebe let herself meld into her eldest sister’s comforting embrace. ‘Prue’s consoling after a punishment is one of my favourite things,’ she happily thought, firmly holding on while her sister softly rubbed her back and occasionally her backside while softly cooing sweet nothings into her ear.
After a while, Prue released her embrace and Phoebe reluctantly let go off her sister.
Prue looked into her sister’s eyes and gave her a smile. “Feeling better now, honey?”
Phoebe smiled back. “I do… thank you, Prue.”
“You’re welcome, Pheebs,” Prue smiled. “Now…” she said, sounding more serious again. “We still have to talk about your next year of school.”
“I’ll do better then!” Phoebe quickly promised.
“That’s good, sweetie,” Prue grinned, “Because next school year, we’re going to implement a little system.”
“What kind of “little system”?” Phoebe questioned with a sense of foreboding.
“A little grade enhancement system, which I just thought up,” Prue replied somewhat proudly. “It’s like this: every time you get a C for a test, you will get a spanking. Every time you get a D you will get a session with the hairbrush and every time you’ll get an F, your butt will have a date with my leather belt.”
Phoebe paled a little. “But… but… that’s not FAIR!” she complained.
Prue gave her sister a sympathetic look and stroked her hair.
“I know it sounds a bit harsh, honey,” Prue said in a motherly tone of voice. “But trust me, it’s for your own good… It’s important that you get into college, so you can get a good job later in life,” Prue explained, “For that to happen you need to learn to study and do your homework properly… Since talking hasn’t helped much in the last two years, this is the best way to ensure you don’t flunk out.”
Phoebe sighed miserably and buried her head in her sister’s chest.
“Come on, sweetie…” Prue resumed stroking her sister’s hair. “It won’t be THAT bad, me and Piper will help you study… It will all work out… for the better, you’ll see!”
Phoebe looked up and gave her sister a pleading look. “Is this really necessary?”
“You know it is, Pheebs,” Prue gently replied. “You’re a very smart girl, but you lack self-discipline… So I have to provide the discipline for you.”
“…and you deal it out aplenty,” Phoebe softly muttered.
Prue giggled. “I’m glad to see you understand.”
Phoebe bit her lip then nodded. “It’s not like I’ve got a whole lot of choice in the matter anyway.”
“That’s the spirit!” Prue said, somewhat sarcastically.
Lifting Phoebe from her lap, so her sister was standing in front of her, Prue reached into her nightstand and pulled out a small jar.
“Because you’re so understanding and took your spanking so well, I’m gonna give you this cream.” Prue handed her sister the jar and shot her a grin. “If you rub it on your butt, it will make the pain subside a lot quicker.”
“Thanks, Prue!” Phoebe said happily surprised. Turning to walk away, she hesitated for a moment. She turned back and gave Prue an adoring look, innocently batting her eyes at her.
“What?” Prue suspiciously asked, well aware that Phoebe only used this look when she wanted a big favour.
“Could you please… put the ointment on me?” Phoebe pleadingly requested.
“I’m pretty sure you can manage that yourself, Phoebe,” Prue replied sardonically.
“Please? Pretty please?” Phoebe begged in a childlike tone. “You did say I’ve been good,” she pouted.
“Well…” Prue responded hesitatingly, “I guess I cou--“
“Great!” Phoebe interrupted her and dived on the bed next to her sister after tossing her the ointment.
Open-mouthed, Prue took in the picture of her little sister – kneeling naked on the bed with her head on her arms, wiggling her ass at her – and blinked. ‘What the hell just happened here?’
Sighing deeply in exasperation, she opened the jar and scooped out some ointment then gently started rubbing it onto her sister’s little butt.
As soon as the cool cream was rubbed on her hot butt-cheeks Phoebe quickly gave note of her appreciation by letting out a loud moan.
“Ohhhh yeahhh!!! That feels sooo good!!”
Rolling her eyes a little, Prue proceeded to spread the soft salve all over her sister’s buttocks.
“YES! Oh yeah!! Right there… Ohhhh Prue!! That feels so wonderful…” Phoebe panted. “Mmmm, oh… OH! Ohhhh YES!! Oh… oh oh oh… OH! Hmmm… yes…”
‘Oh my God!’ Prue felt herself becoming flushed by her sister’s excessive moans. ‘You’d think I was rubbing a certain other part of her anatomy by the way she’s moaning.’
Quickly finishing her job, she gave her sister a quick pat on her behind. “All done,” she said.
Phoebe looked back with a disappointed look on her face. “Already?”
Prue nodded, then got up and walked to the door. “I’m going to wash my hands and join Piper and grandma downstairs. You can stay here and let the salve be absorbed, that should take about ten minutes, then get dressed and join us.”
“Okay… and Prue?”
Prue shot her sister a questioning look.
“Thanks for rubbing my butt,” Phoebe said with a little giggle.
Giving her little sister a wink, Prue turned and left the room.
Chapter 2 – Phoebe’s bad report card (F/f, cp, spank, reluc, no-sex)
Somewhat nervously, Phoebe Halliwell left the schoolbus and started walking towards her house, absentmindedly listening to her sister’s cheerful chatter.
‘Of course,’ Phoebe jealously thought, ‘Piper had plenty of reasons to be cheerful: her report card consisted primarily of A’s, a few B’s and one lonely C (which she got for Gym).’
Those grades were much better than Phoebe’s lonely B, two C’s and plenty of D’s. There even were some very enthusiastic comments written on Piper’s report – by several of her teachers – praising her enthusiasm and ability to learn… which sounded a whole lot better than some of the remarks on Phoebe’s report that commented about her “laziness”, “disruptive behaviour” and her “total unwillingness to do her homework”.
As they approached the Halliwell Manor, Phoebe sighed and mentally prepared herself for what would at the very least be a stern scolding from her grandmother.
*****
“Grandma! We’re home!”
Phoebe winced as her sister loudly advertised their arrival.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Grams called back.
Phoebe watched with some apprehension as her sister skipped into the kitchen; she didn’t follow Piper in, instead she stood by the door fidgeting. Contemplating whether she should follow her sister in “and face the music” or try to postpone the inevitable by sneaking upstairs to her room… She had finally decided on the latter when she suddenly heard her grandmother calling from the kitchen.
“Phoebe!”
Letting out another sigh, she opened the door and entered the kitchen.
*****
Penny Halliwell smiled when her youngest grandchild finally entered the kitchen.
“Hello Pheebs,” she handed her granddaughter a glass of cool lemonade. “What took you so long, honey?”
Phoebe mumbled an inaudible reply as she sat down.
Having just received a report card from her – much more cheerful – other granddaughter, Penny had a pretty good idea of what was bothering her normally so bouncy, youngest grandchild, wincing a bit as she considered exactly how bad Phoebe’s report card had to be if she was this reluctant to show it.
‘Well… best to get this over with quickly,’ she wryly thought. ‘The sooner the girls can enjoy their vacation.’
“I noticed you finally got your report cards back,” Penny gently began. “I already looked over and signed Piper’s.”
She smiled at Piper, who was merrily sipping her lemonade. Turning back to Phoebe, she continued, “and if I could see yours now… then that little job will be taken care of,” she added, giving Phoebe a questioning look.
Looking down, Phoebe handed her report card to her grandmother.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
Opening the report card, she started looking through it, feeling her heart sink as she noticed the large amount of D’s. ‘Even worse than the last one,’ she inwardly sighed as she finished reading the report, wincing a little at the teacher’s comments.
“This isn’t good, Phoebe,” Penny admonished her granddaughter. “Like a lot of the teachers mention on your report: you can do a lot better than this… you’ve done so in the past, so why not now?”
After staring silently at the tabletop for a while, Phoebe finally muttered, “I dunno…”
“That isn’t very helpful, Phoebe!” Penny sternly responded. “We all know that you are a very bright girl, who can accomplish a lot if she just put her mind to it. But you seem unwilling to do so, why is that?”
“I dunno,” Phoebe softly repeated again.
Penny sighed exasperated.
“As I said before: that response isn’t very helpful… Now if there is a reason why your grades keep dropping, then I want to know what it is so I can help you with it…” she lifted Phoebe’s chin and looked her in the eyes, “but first you have to tell me what it is, sweetie!”
“It’s… It’s nothing in particular, Grams… I… I just have a lot of other things on my mind besides school…” Phoebe explained, “Besides… school is boring!”
“School may not always be a lot of fun, but it’s very important for your future, young lady!” Penny lectured the young girl. “If you want to get a decent job later on then you need to do well in school and college. If you keep blowing off your homework like you do now, then you might not even get into college.”
“Now if you have a good reason for not paying attention in class and neglecting to do your homework, then I’d like to hear it now.”
Penny raised an eyebrow at her youngest grandchild. “Well?”
Phoebe bit her lip and looked down at the tabletop again.
“Very well,” Penny sighed. “Since you can’t give me any reason, I guess your teachers were right when they called you lazy.”
She waited a few moments to see if Phoebe would respond to this, when she didn’t, Penny continued, “Because that seems to be the case… and my lectures don’t seem to make much of a difference, I guess stronger measures are needed.”
Penny gave her granddaughter a stern look. “I want you to go upstairs to Prue and give her your report card, and after she has read it, you will ask her for your punishment.”
Piper winced when she heard those words.
It wasn’t long after their mom died that Prue sort of took on the role of their surrogate mother. Of course their grandmother took care of a lot, but Penny was also very busy with other things in her life: like her job and her Wicca, and she also had a very busy social life. So a big part of the responsibility was left to Prue and like all things Prue does, she got into her new role with her usual seriousness and determination… and their big sister was a firm believer in the “spare the rod, spoil the child” proverb. So it wasn’t very hard to guess what Phoebe’s punishment was going to be.
Even though she’d half-suspected this to happen, Phoebe still cringed a little… and started to rise from her chair.
“You don’t have to go right away, Phoebe,” Penny said not unkindly. “You can sit here for awhile and finish your lemonade.”
“No… that’s okay, grams,” Phoebe responded and walked to the door. “I rather face my punishment as soon as possible.”
*****
Phoebe silently stood in front of the closed door to her sister’s room. As always when she is about to be punished by her dominating big sister, she felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in.
*****
Busy writing at her desk, Prue looked up somewhat disturbed when she heard someone enter her room. She shot her sister an annoyed look.
“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking, Phoebe?” she admonished her youngest sibling.
“Sorry, Prue,” Phoebe said rather unperturbed.
Closing her diary, Prue raised a questioning eyebrow at her little sister. “So? What do you want, Phoebe?”
“Grams told me to go to you,” Phoebe hesitated slightly, then held out her report card. “And show you this.”
Prue took the report and quickly read it through, frowning a little when she finished.
“You really messed up, Pheebs,” she gave her sister a disappointed look. “You could do a lot better than this if you just applied yourself.”
“I know,” Phoebe softly replied.
“Then why didn’t you?” Prue questioned.
Phoebe looked down and didn’t respond to her sister’s question.
Prue waited quietly for a while, watching as her kid sister studied her shoes. Breaking the silence she asked, “Is there anything else grams told you to do?”
Looking up, nervously fiddling with her hands, Phoebe whispered, “Yes… she told me… I should ask you for my punishment.”
Prue nodded solemnly. “I suspected as much… Well, you know the routine, Phoebe…”
“Strip!” she commanded firmly, issuing her sister a stern look.
While Phoebe removed her clothing, Prue got up from her desk chair and sat down on the bed, watching her little sister disrobe. As Phoebe took off her underwear, Prue couldn’t help noticing how much her sister had grown in the last year. ‘She’s turning into a very attractive young woman.’ Prue observed when Phoebe’s apple-sized breasts appeared.
Never being much for modesty, Phoebe stood rather relaxed with her arms at her side, granting her sister an unobstructed look of her naked body. Smiling at her big sister, Phoebe let her fingers skip across the peach fuzz between her legs.
“I finally got hair there,” she proudly exclaimed.
“I noticed,” Prue replied dryly.
Patting her lap, Prue gave her sister a little nod. “Time for your punishment, little one. Come on… across my lap.”
Obediently, Phoebe draped her naked body across her oldest sister’s lap, her buttocks clenching a bit in anticipation while she awaited her spanking.
SMACK!
“Oh!” Phoebe exclaimed loudly as Prue’s first spank landed on her bare bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ouch!”
Prue was soon pounding a steady rhythm on her sister’s buttocks, giving each globe a quick spank in succession.
“I hope – SMACK! SMACK! – this will – SMACK! SMACK! – teach you, – SMACK! SMACK! – to take – SMACK! SMACK! – your schoolwork – SMACK! SMACK! – more seriously!”
“Oww! I’ll do better, Prue!”
SMACK! SMACK!
“I promise!”
“Good! SMACK!! SMACK!! Because, if you don’t! – SMACK!! SMACK!! – Then I am – SMACK! SMACK! – going to have – SMACK!! SMACK!! – to take – SMACK!!! SMACK!!! – stronger measures!”
Prue grabbed her hairbrush from the nightstand and started using it on her sister’s little pink fanny.
WHACK!! WHACK!! “Ouch!!” WHACK!! WHACK!! “Owww!” WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! “Ohhhhh!!” WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! “Owwww!!!” WHACK!! WHACK!!
*****
After smacking her sister’s ass for almost ten minutes, Prue studied Phoebe’s red face and her matching buttocks and decided she’d had enough. She patiently waited until her little sister recovered, gently stroking Phoebe’s back while consoling her.
“It’s okay, sweetie… Your spanking is finished now,” Prue whispered in her sister’s ear.
Phoebe quickly composed herself and Prue helped her get off of her lap.
The youngest Halliwell reached back to rub her smarting buttocks but was quickly stopped by her eldest sister.
“Nuh-uh!” Prue shook her head. “You know the rules, Phoebe. You’re not allowed to rub your little fanny until I give you permission do to so.”
“I’m sorry, Prue,” Phoebe repentantly said. “Could I have your permission, please?”
“You first have to do your corner time, honey,” Prue answered, guiding her little sister to an empty corner of her room. “Now face the corner, hands behind your head… There, that’s a good girl!”
Prue walked back to her desk and resumed writing in her journal, from time to time looking up to glance at her sister before continuing to write again.
After about fifteen minutes she closed her journal and put it away, then walked back to her bed. Sitting down, she called her sister over. “Your punishment is over, sweetie. You may leave the corner now.”
Phoebe quickly turned around, ran to her sister and leapt into her arms. Prue enveloped her little sister into a big hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart…” she gently consoled her sister.
With a feeling of bliss, Phoebe let herself meld into her eldest sister’s comforting embrace. ‘Prue’s consoling after a punishment is one of my favourite things,’ she happily thought, firmly holding on while her sister softly rubbed her back and occasionally her backside while softly cooing sweet nothings into her ear.
After a while, Prue released her embrace and Phoebe reluctantly let go off her sister.
Prue looked into her sister’s eyes and gave her a smile. “Feeling better now, honey?”
Phoebe smiled back. “I do… thank you, Prue.”
“You’re welcome, Pheebs,” Prue smiled. “Now…” she said, sounding more serious again. “We still have to talk about your next year of school.”
“I’ll do better then!” Phoebe quickly promised.
“That’s good, sweetie,” Prue grinned, “Because next school year, we’re going to implement a little system.”
“What kind of “little system”?” Phoebe questioned with a sense of foreboding.
“A little grade enhancement system, which I just thought up,” Prue replied somewhat proudly. “It’s like this: every time you get a C for a test, you will get a spanking. Every time you get a D you will get a session with the hairbrush and every time you’ll get an F, your butt will have a date with my leather belt.”
Phoebe paled a little. “But… but… that’s not FAIR!” she complained.
Prue gave her sister a sympathetic look and stroked her hair.
“I know it sounds a bit harsh, honey,” Prue said in a motherly tone of voice. “But trust me, it’s for your own good… It’s important that you get into college, so you can get a good job later in life,” Prue explained, “For that to happen you need to learn to study and do your homework properly… Since talking hasn’t helped much in the last two years, this is the best way to ensure you don’t flunk out.”
Phoebe sighed miserably and buried her head in her sister’s chest.
“Come on, sweetie…” Prue resumed stroking her sister’s hair. “It won’t be THAT bad, me and Piper will help you study… It will all work out… for the better, you’ll see!”
Phoebe looked up and gave her sister a pleading look. “Is this really necessary?”
“You know it is, Pheebs,” Prue gently replied. “You’re a very smart girl, but you lack self-discipline… So I have to provide the discipline for you.”
“…and you deal it out aplenty,” Phoebe softly muttered.
Prue giggled. “I’m glad to see you understand.”
Phoebe bit her lip then nodded. “It’s not like I’ve got a whole lot of choice in the matter anyway.”
“That’s the spirit!” Prue said, somewhat sarcastically.
Lifting Phoebe from her lap, so her sister was standing in front of her, Prue reached into her nightstand and pulled out a small jar.
“Because you’re so understanding and took your spanking so well, I’m gonna give you this cream.” Prue handed her sister the jar and shot her a grin. “If you rub it on your butt, it will make the pain subside a lot quicker.”
“Thanks, Prue!” Phoebe said happily surprised. Turning to walk away, she hesitated for a moment. She turned back and gave Prue an adoring look, innocently batting her eyes at her.
“What?” Prue suspiciously asked, well aware that Phoebe only used this look when she wanted a big favour.
“Could you please… put the ointment on me?” Phoebe pleadingly requested.
“I’m pretty sure you can manage that yourself, Phoebe,” Prue replied sardonically.
“Please? Pretty please?” Phoebe begged in a childlike tone. “You did say I’ve been good,” she pouted.
“Well…” Prue responded hesitatingly, “I guess I cou--“
“Great!” Phoebe interrupted her and dived on the bed next to her sister after tossing her the ointment.
Open-mouthed, Prue took in the picture of her little sister – kneeling naked on the bed with her head on her arms, wiggling her ass at her – and blinked. ‘What the hell just happened here?’
Sighing deeply in exasperation, she opened the jar and scooped out some ointment then gently started rubbing it onto her sister’s little butt.
As soon as the cool cream was rubbed on her hot butt-cheeks Phoebe quickly gave note of her appreciation by letting out a loud moan.
“Ohhhh yeahhh!!! That feels sooo good!!”
Rolling her eyes a little, Prue proceeded to spread the soft salve all over her sister’s buttocks.
“YES! Oh yeah!! Right there… Ohhhh Prue!! That feels so wonderful…” Phoebe panted. “Mmmm, oh… OH! Ohhhh YES!! Oh… oh oh oh… OH! Hmmm… yes…”
‘Oh my God!’ Prue felt herself becoming flushed by her sister’s excessive moans. ‘You’d think I was rubbing a certain other part of her anatomy by the way she’s moaning.’
Quickly finishing her job, she gave her sister a quick pat on her behind. “All done,” she said.
Phoebe looked back with a disappointed look on her face. “Already?”
Prue nodded, then got up and walked to the door. “I’m going to wash my hands and join Piper and grandma downstairs. You can stay here and let the salve be absorbed, that should take about ten minutes, then get dressed and join us.”
“Okay… and Prue?”
Prue shot her sister a questioning look.
“Thanks for rubbing my butt,” Phoebe said with a little giggle.
Giving her little sister a wink, Prue turned and left the room.