Sally and I chatted for over an hour, enjoying the service Michelle was providing.

Only once did our glasses become empty, and as a result of that Michelle was summoned for a spanking.

I decided to let Sally do the honours, and she delighted in administering the punishment to poor Michelle. She seemed such an expert that I wondered if she’d had some previous experience she’d never told me about.

She ordered Michelle to stand in front of her, and then told her she’d been a very naughty gurl, and that she was to have her bottom spanked.

“Do you understand that, Michelle?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss.” Michelle meekly replied.

I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Michelle standing before my sister, his hands in front of his dress, trying desperately to hide the very obvious bulge which gave away how excited he was about his predicament.

“What do you think I should spank you with, Michelle?” asked Sally, feigning innocence.

Michelle turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Well, gurl?” Sally persisted. “What should a naughty gurl like you be spanked with?”

As encouragement to provide an answer Sally spun Michelle around, lifted her dress and gave him several sharp smacks on his pantie-clad bottom.

“Um, um,” he stammered, “maybe your hand, Miss?”

“Nonsense, gurl!” Sally barked. “Go and fetch me a spatula from the kitchen!”

Michelle duly trotted off to fetch the implement of her inevitable humiliation, returning to find us both giggling helplessly.

Sally snatched the spatula from Michelle’s hand and then guided her across her lap. She lifted his skirt up high above his waist and once again complimented him on how pretty his knickers were.

She ran her hand over his pretty frillies, and I just knew that he was desperately trying not to make a little sticky mess in the front of his panties.

And then she commenced his spanking. Six very hard smacks on his bottom. Then she tugged his knickers down, revealing his now very red bottom. Six more hard spanks followed, and then six more.

“Have you learned your lesson, gurl?” Sally demanded. Michelle nodded his agreement, his bottom now feeling like it was on fire.

“I’m not sure you have” Sally asserted, giving him twelve more severe spanks on his bright red bare bottom.

When she was done she ordered him to stand up. “Now pull your knickers back up and go and fetch us another drink!” Michelle meekly did as he was ordered, grateful that his punishment was over and that he could cover himself up.

I’m not sure what he was most embarrassed about – being spanked by my sister, or his very obvious excitement as he tugged his knickers back up.