Lettia and Kristin

By Yu May and Dr. Kriege

Characters Created by Dr. Kriege

The Wieber farm sat on the edge of the village fields in the country of Karandour. Though the great cities of were renowned for magical institutions, life in the surrounding farm villages was rather ordinary by comparison. Klaus Wieber knew a little ordinary magic, and had taught a few tricks to his two daughters, but he mostly used it for common farm chores: he could heal sick livestock, start a fire in the winter, and perform what he called “a few everyday sort of spells.”

Klaus couldn’t produce a proper fire with magic, but Lettia and Kristin could both provide smarting testimony that their father could make his hands unnaturally hot whenever he needed to, usually when one or both of them had earned a trip across his knee. Lettia was his adopted step-daughter, while Kristin was his natural daughter. But Klaus played no favorites when it came to matters of discipline, and even now when both girls were past their nineteenth year, he ensured that both girls were spanked whenever they needed it. Unfortunately, Lettia seemed to need one more often than Kristin, and she was prone to complain about it, especially she was still sore from a recent spanking. 

Today, it was Lettia’s turn to tend the storm sheep. But when Klaus went to check on the flock, his adopted stepdaughter was nowhere to be seen. 

Klaus was in a bad mood. He’d already had to spank Kristin this morning. Then, barely an hour after he had left Lettia responsible for the flock, Kristin had sent him a message through the speaking stone she wore around her neck. Kristin claimed she had seen her step-sister out picking berries with the neighbor boy, Matteu.

Furious, Klaus had tried to contact Lettia through her speaking stone, only to see she had left it behind at the house. Typical, air-headed, nineteen-year-old foolishness!

As he saw his step-daughter approaching, Klaus Wieber crossed his arms. “Lettia, is that you? Where in the nine hells have you been?”

Lettia looked around. She was tall and dark of hair, with a farm girl’s athletic build. “Huh? I’ve been picking berries with Mai and Matteu. What else would I be doing?”

He strode forward and grabbed her by the arm. “You were supposed to be watching the sheep!”

Lettia’s eyes went wide as she was led along by her step-father. “Huh? Kirstin’s watching them today. Just ask her!”

“I messaged Kirstin. She’s at the church today, praying. Said it was your turn, which is what I recall as well!”

Lettia started to panic as she realized his hold was firm. “No, no, no! I left her watching the storm sheep! We had a deal! She made me heal her bottom after a spanking!”

He pinched her ear, along with a lock of her dark brown hair, and dragged her toward a fallen log. “So you admit to healing your sister’s bottom after a spanking? I’ve warned you about that. Guess that’s a double spanking for you.” 

“What? You mean right here, out in the open? But anyone could be watching! …oh, gawd, I was just with Mattheu and Mai! They might overhear! Please, Klaus, no!”

She struggled weakly, but couldn’t break free of his grip on her ear. Klaus released her for a moment. But before she could run he cast a simple spell. Lettia’s outer dress and petticoats disappeared, leaving her in just her undergarments. 

Then he seated himself on the log, and casually pulled his step-daughter forward.

Lettia gasped as she stumbled and flopped down over his knees. “Aaggh! No, sir, nooo! Why meeee?”

Klaus patted Lettia across her wide, muscular backside. “Why you? Because once again you are shirking off important chores, Lettia. So once again I’m going to need to give you a lesson!” He raised his hand high in the air. “A lesson you’ll remember for a long while!”

He landed a firm slap on her behind..

“Yow! You can’t do this to me! You’re… you’re not my real father!”

Klaus delivered a second swat, shaking his head. “If your real father had tanned your hide properly when you were a girl you wouldn’t have grown up to be such a little brat. But we can make up for lost time, starting now!”

SMACK! 

Klaus Wieber’s large, powerful hand came down, covering both of Lettia’s thinly protected cheeks with one blow.

Not far away, in the trees that lined the edge of the Wieber fields, Matteu and Mai crouched and watched silently. 

Mai grinned wickedly. “Finally. If anyone deserves a spanking, it’s Lettia.”

Mattheu frowned. “Hmm, I’d say Kristin definitely deserves one more than Lettia.”

“But Lettia’s always picking on me! Remember when she hung me from the old oak tree… by my drawers?”

“I recall she only did that after you switched her undergarments with ones made from fire ram wool.”

“I only did that after she pulled the same trick on me with storm sheep wool. And why do you always take Lettia’s side? I’m your sister!” 

“I don’t play favorites, Mai.”

“Hmph! Well, if it’s all right with you, I’m going to enjoy watching your favorite girl next door getting her butt spanked!”

Matteu glanced at the ongoing scene, torn between sympathy for Lettia and the excitement at seeing her stripped to her underwear. “Be my guest.”

Meanwhile, Lettia was struggling to maintain her composure. She was a strong, sturdy sort of young woman, not the type to shed fake tears. “Ow, ow, ow! That hurts, you big jerk! This is all your brat Kirstin’s doing! It’s some sort of trick, I know it!”

“That’s it, Lettia. I’ve had enough of your back talk, insulting me and your sister. You’re getting a bar of soap instead of supper tonight… and a week of bedtime spankings to remind you to hold your tongue. And you’re going to apologize to me and your sister for saying such nasty things. I don’t care if she's not present to hear them.” Klaus paused the spanking, then laid his hand on Lettia’s bottom, giving it a few warning taps.

Lettia squirmed. “Apologize? To that tattling sneak? Not in a thousand years!”

SMACK!

“I think I can persuade you,” Klaus answered, ignoring his step-daughter’s howl of protest. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lettia’s panties.

Sensing what was about to happen, Lettia clutched tight at the waistband of her undergarments. “What? No, not bare! Not here! Please, sir, we’re in public!”

In the bushes both Mai and Matteu watched, mesmerized, albeit for different reasons.

As he began a tug of war with Lettia for control of her undergarments, Klaus couldn’t help but be impressed by her determination. “You badmouth me and your sister in public, you get your spanking in public. Now shift your hand, Lettia!”

“Noooo! Please, sir, I’m telling the truth!”

Using one hand Klaus gripped Lettia’s wrist and pulled it away from her panties, pinning it against the small of her back. Then with his other hand he pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, exposing her bottom. It was already a shade of pink from her prior troubles.

Lettia twisted back and forth atop his lap. “Oh, noooo! Not this! Don’t do this to me, sir! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Ignoring her pleas, Klaus grumbled, “Not as sorry as you’re going to be!” 

With that, he renewed his palm’s assault on her now defenseless rear.

“Yeeooww! Yaaargh!” Lettia squirmed and bucked, kicking her feet and scratching at the dirt in front of her with her free hand.

After a relentless barrage lasting several minutes, Lettia began to feel something restraining her kicking feet and realized with horror her panties had slipped all the way down to her ankles with the thrashing. She started crying freely. “Waaah! I’m sorry, Dad, I’m so sorry! It hurts! Please, Daddy, no more!”

Meanwhile Matteu and Mai couldn’t believe the show. A few moments more and Lettia’s white panties were hanging from one ankle, a flailing white flag of surrender in stark contrast to the deep red of her bottom.

Klaus landed a final swat, then patted the upturned bottom gently. “Well, Lettia, are you ready to reconsider your apology or do we continue this spanking for a thousand years?”

Lettia shivered, sobbing. “I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry I was rude! But I’m innocent, I swear!”

“Looks like that’s a no then!” As Klaus released her wrist, he whispered the incantation for the burning hand spell (often known as the “burning cheeks” spell among those who frequently experienced it in this manner), then clapped his hands together as the incantation completed.

Lettia heard the first clap, then felt the second clap as her step-father renewed the spanking, but this time, a small ball of flame floated in front of his rough palm.

Lettia gasped. “Aaagh! Omigosh! It burns! Please, sir, please please puh-leeeeze!”

“Am I hearing you agreeing to apologize, Lettia?” Klaus’s hand felt like freshly-tanned leather as it continued to rain blows down on Lettia’s exposed rear, turning it a deeper shade of pink with red blotches. Her frantic kicking sent her panties flying unnoticed into the branches of an overhanging tree. Mai had to suppress a snigger at sight of them hanging over their heads.

Lettia’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I swear, sir!”

“And no fuss apologizing?”

Lettia blubbered, only half hearing. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry I said those things about you!”

“All right, Lettia, up you get! Now get a hold of yourself, dry your eyes, then apologize to me properly and coherently, understand?” His palm was still glowing red, even more brightly than Lettia’s backside.

Lettia wiped her eyes, then noticed Matthey and Mai watching her. In horror, Lettia realized her own state of undress. “Daddeee…please, I’m sorry I was mean to you, Daddy. Please, oh please, let me get dressed. People are watching!”

“Eh? Who’s watching?” Klaus turned his head, but Matteu and Mai had the good sense to duck down. 

Lettia tensed, realizing she’d almost ratted out her best friend by mistake. “Um—I mean—someone could be watching?”

Behind the bushes, Mai covered her mouth. When she was sure she hadn’t been spotted, Mai silently mouthed, “Let’s get out of here!”

But as Mai started to crawl away, she noticed Matteu wasn’t following her. Mai waved, mouthing furiously, “What are you doing, idiot? C’mon!”

Mattheu waved, mouthing back, “You go on!”

“You moron! Do you want to get caught?”

“Do you?”

Mai shook her fists, then seemed to make a conscious effort to control her temper. Finally, she smirked, and mouthed, “Fine. Have it your way. Enjoy the show!”

With that, Mai crawled away, leaving Matteu hiding in the bushes.

Scratching his head, Klaus looked back and gave his stepdaughter a hug. “Aw, it’s alright, Lettia, nobody is watching. But to make sure you don’t run off again, I’m not giving you your dress back until all your chores are done. Here, and at home! That means getting these sheep back to their pen. You’d better hope none have wandered off!”

Lettia’s lip trembled. “Huh? But Daddy, Kirstin was supposed to…” The memory of a recently spanked bottom helped her focus. “I mean… yes, sir… right away, sir… May I have my panties back, at least?”

“I didn’t take your panties,” Klaus said, already turning to walk back to the cottage. “Don’t dawdle. Unless you want some of your friends to catch you like that. And I’ll expect you to apologize to your sister for trying to blame her as soon as the sheep are secure.”

He left the field, and left Lettia to her predicament. She was left clothed in her “tuttensack” bra and nothing else below the waist.

Covering her front, Lettia ran to check on the storm sheep. They were all accounted for, but her earthed-crook was missing, making them trickier to handle. As Lettia tried to shoo one towards the pen, she got a static shock. The storm sheep let out a droll, “Baaw!” then strolled back into the field to graze.

Groaning, Lettia spotted her panties hanging high up in the tree branches. Muttering curses that would surely have earned her a second spanking, Lettia began to climb the tree. With an effort she reached the top-most branch. Sliding out along it with nothing on was uncomfortable, but she managed to reach her panties, and held them up in triumph.

Only then did the branch she was sitting on give way. It was not a long fall, but one that landed her butt-first in a needle-point holly bush.

Lettia hopped out of the holly bush, howling. “Yeeeoowwiee!” 

The sharp points of several leaves had stuck into her tender behind. She desperately tried to brush them away, clapping her own rear end forcefully as if spanking herself.

“Erm, can I help?” Matteu asked from behind.

Lettia covered her front and ducked behind the tree, blushing. “No! Please! Don’t look at me!”

“Hey, it’s okay, Lettia. I—erm—just want to help. Those needle-point leaves can leave a nasty prick. Let me help pick them out, then I can help you with the sheep.”

Lettia waved a hand. “Oh, no! I’m quite fine! I’ve been herding storm sheep since I could walk!” 

At that moment, a storm sheep brushed up behind Lettia, its wool prickling with lightning. Lettia felt a short but sharp electric shock against her already burning cheeks. 

With a roar, she hopped around wildly, before she stumbled backwards into the holly bush, flopping her full weight down on her backside. But that only caused the points of the prickly leaves to stab even more sharply into her poor, poor bottom. With a wail, Lettia jumped back up, rubbing her buttocks furiously, before she broke down crying.

Suddenly Matteu was there. He took hold of her hands and yanked them away from her buttocks, before pulling her into a tight hug. Looking over her shoulder he whispered, “Stay still. There’s a whole holly branch stuck in your butt crack. This will sting a bit, but I’m going to help you.” 

Gently he reached around to caress her buttocks, gripping the holly branch.

She struggled weakly, then sank into the embrace. “Matteu! Th-that’s my b-b-b-bottom!”

With one clean tug, Matteu pulled away the holly branch. Lettia gasped.

Then he led her back to the spanking log and gently but firmly guided her across his lap. Lettia shivered. “You’re not… not gonna spank me, are you?”

 

“Shush, Lettia, let me take a look at it. I’ll get those nasty barbs out.” 

Lettia mumbled something, before she felt the first barb being pulled out. She winced, then sighed with relief. 

He gently caressed her bottom as he plucked the stubborn leaves free. His cold hands were soothing after her father’s heated spanking. 

Lettia moaned and grumbled but lifted her hips obediently. “Matteu… this is completely unnecessary! I’m—ouch—I’m fine!”

“Hush. That was a nasty fall onto a well-spanked behind. And didn’t I hear your father say you had another one coming at home, and every night for a week?”

Her eyes popped open. “What? Nooo… it’s not fair! I’m… ouch! Not so hard!”

After a few minutes, Mattey patted her bottom. “All right, Lettia, get into the wheelbarrow position.” 

Lettia blinked? “Wheelbarrow position?”

“You know, like when we play wheelbarrow. Face against the ground, legs up. I need to check all the nooks and crannies.”

She looked at Matteu, eyes watery, and decided to trust him. 

With a whimper, Lettia maneuvered herself into the correct position, spreading her legs wide.

She was aware that he now had an unrestricted view of her nether regions, and she suspected that he was quite enjoying himself.

As she waited for Matteu to finish, Lettia rested her chin against her hands, pouting. Then she remembered something, and her temper flared. “Hold on, this makes no sense. I left Kirstin with the sheep. There’s no way she could have been at the temple the whole time. That sneak! She’s up to something! Matteu… Did you see Kirstin at all today?”

As Matthew finished inspecting the injuries, he cleared his throat. “Erm… no. I was with you pretty much the whole day. But if she was here when you left she can’t have been there all day.”

Lettia clenched her fists. “That brat! I’ll have my revenge, just you wait… um, Matteu, are you quite finished?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry, yeah, sure. Here, I’ll close my eyes while you get up and get these on.” He held out Lettia’s panties.

Blushing, Lettia took them and pulled them up. “Ooch… so, all I have to do is figure out what trick Kirstin pulled to fake her alibi, and I’m off the hook! Please, Matteu, you gotta help me!” She grabbed him roughly by the collar. “My ass can’t take any more of this abuse!”

“I’m not sure. Kristin’s a sneaky little witch, I’ll give her that. Couldn’t you just take some personal revenge when your stepdad’s not around, and then heal her so there’s no evidence?”

Lettia slammed her fist into her open palm. “That’s rookie stuff! By the gods above, and all that is holy, I shall have my revenge!”

At that moment, it occurred to Matteu just how naked Lettia was at the moment. “Well…good luck with that. I’ve got some salve hidden at home. I’ll bring it round for your butt later on.”

Without another word, and not sure what else to do, Matteu shuffled away to retrieve the wandering storm sheep.

Lettia noticed she was only wearing panties and fumed. “Oh gawd! Matteu totally saw my nethers! I’ll get Kirstin for this if it’s the last thing I do!”

When Mattey returned, he found Lettia had disappeared.

***

Lettia made her way toward the church at the village circle, before she froze and glanced down at her undergarments. “… Crabapples! I forgot, I’m only in my britches… No matter. I’ll just duck in and duck out of the church. Whatever trick Kirstin cooked up, it has to be there. I’ll get to the bottom of this!”

From the clouds above, a celestial scribe took note of the events unfolding, and wrote a note in the heavenly chronicle, muttering to itself. “It would, in fact, be her father’s belt that got to the bottom of things.”

The village chapel was raised to honor a variety of local deities, and was tended by a single old priest, Father Mannaheim. 

Creeping up to the corner and peeking inside, Lettia spotted the form of Kirstin kneeling in prayer in a shaded corner. Before she could say anything a sharp pain gripped her ear as it was pinched between someone’s forefinger and thumb.

Sure enough, it was Father Mannaheim. With his tonsured head and his rough robes, he was the image of a fat, not-so-friendly friar. “Loitering around my church? Wearing practically nothing? I’ll not have that!” he snapped, lifting the stooping Lettia to her feet by tugging her ear. 

Lettia tensed, and rounded on her captor. “Argh! Lemme go, baldy!” 

“Lettia Wieber? What on earth are you playing at?” He gave her no time to answer before delivering a hard swat across the seat of her britches, then started dragging her away by the ear. “And I’m not bald, just thinning on top!”

Lettia hopped awkwardly as she was led along. “Agh! Wait, wait! You don’t understand! Kirstin is up to something… Whatever it is, it’s sacrilegious!” 

“You two, always blaming each other. I suppose it’s her fault you’re running around the village in your undergarments as well, is it?” Father Mannaheim asked as he sat himself on a stone bench outside the church.

“Of course it’s Kirstin’s fault! If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be… wait… what are you doing?”

“As I know your father would say, getting to the bottom of the problem!” And he hoisted Lettia across his lap. “I’m going to teach you not to run around dressed like a harlot!” He proclaimed, then landed a smack on Lettia’s thinly covered, well-spanked bottom.

Lettia squalled. “Eeek! Wait, Pastor, you don’t understand! It’s not my fault I’m dressed like this!”

“That’s the thing with you girls. It’s never ‘your fault.’ Well, you need to take ownership of your misdeeds and accept chastisement.” And Father Mannaheim’s harsh palm, known among the girls in the village as ‘The Holy Hand of Vengeance,’ landed firmly on Lettia’s backside.

“Ow! Ouch! C’mon, Pastor! I already got spanked today!—Agh!—Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Have mercy on a poor sinner, or whatever the verse is?”

“I believe the verse you’re looking for goes ‘ahh, oooh, eeeek, aaaah, yowie.’”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“Aah! aaaah! eeeek! Oooh! OWWIE!” shrieked Lettia.

“Not quite, but at least you’re trying,” droned the Father. Meanwhile Lettia’s cries had begun to draw attention from those out in the village.

“Yaaargh!?! Guh?!?” Lettia started to kick, but as she flailed her head she noticed people watching. “Nooooo! I don’t deserve this! Why are the gods doing this to meeeeeee?”

“The gods, my dear, do nothing but deliver unto you the fate you have earned. Which in this case is another dozen smacks!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhck!” Lettia flailed, and writhed, and squirmed.

As Lettia began to squeal, Father Mannaheim took hold of her waistband and tugged her panties down to the thighs while raising his other hand. Lettia felt the cold draft on her rear and realized it would soon be followed by an almighty slap onto her exposed rear.

And sure enough, it came.

Father Mannaheim resumed his spanking all over again, this time with Lettia’s panties pulled down. “Now let this be a lesson to you young ladies about the consequences of running around town in inappropriate clothing!”

Suddenly Lettia became aware of the small crowd she’d drawn, including her teenage arch-nemesis, Bertha. 

Bertha giggled at the sight of Lettia, without bothering to be subtle. “Omigawds! What did Lettia do this time? What a loser!”

With a sneer, Bertha bent low to look Lettia in the eye. “But it seems that the gods are finally answering my prayers!”

“B-Bertha? Yow! Ooooh, you snake! Where’s Kristin?”

Bertha shrugged. “How should I know? I’m not your sister’s keeper.”

Unfortunately Lettia had little time to ponder this as the priest’s holy hand began a fresh round of tanning her bare behind.

“Argh! H-hold on! Ow! Where is Kirstin? Aaagh! Aayah! Why isn’t she here? Th-think about it, Pastor! You really think she can’t hear all this commotion? Oww! Yeeaaaagh!” 

The long spanking took its toll. But just as Lettia started to lose her composure, Father Mannaheim landed a final swat, and paused.  

“Enough of your prattling, girl. Get up. Put your hands on this bench,” he said, letting go of Lettia.

Hissing, Lettia stood up, and rested her weight on her palms, thrusting her exposed buttocks high into the air behind her. “Okay, okay! Whatever you want, preacher man! I’ll do it!” 

“You’d better! Now, stay right there while I go and fetch my cane!”

With her back to the crowd and her panties pulled down, Lettia’s red rump and all her feminine charms were exposed for all to see, especially Bertha, who cackled with laughter.

Lettia was steamed. This had been a rotten day. All she wanted was justice! 

Lettia waited until Mannehein was out of sight. Then, with a howl of rage, Lettia charged the spectators. “Raaaargh!” 

Clotheslining Bertha, Lettia she made a beeline for the church, and burst through the front doors. It was almost empty except for what looked like her stepsister, kneeling in intense prayer.

“Kristin! What are you playing at, you sacreligious, little–” 

But just as Lettia snatched at her stepsister… the illusory image flickered and snapped out of existence. “Hah! I knew it! An illusion spell! That means Kristin has no… alibi?” 

As Lettia heard the commotion in the room behind her, she suddenly remembered what she just did and her state of dress. “Aw, hells!”

Then she charged out the front of the church, covering her chest and crotch. Ignoring the gasps from the crowd, Lettia spotted her panties, lying on the ground. At that moment, Father Mannaheim returned, flexing a thin cane between his hands. “Now, I think seven strokes should suffice. Seven is a good, holy number for–hey! What are you doing, you miscreant? I told you to stay put!”

Running past the holy man, Lettia snatched up her panties, and started to put them back on. “I’m going home. And you can kiss my ass, you old f—”

Spluttering with rage, Mannehim swung wildly, and caught Lettia square across the center of her buttocks as she bent over. With a roar, Lettia hopped into the air, then spun around and knocked the priest aside as she made a mad rush away from the church.

Mannehim fell on his backside, shouting various blasphemies that would have earned any of his female pupils a severe caning in his catechism class.

But Lettia broke away from the crowd, and made a beeline all the way home.

Lettia dove inside her father’s cottage, and slammed the door behind her. She found Kirstin in the kitchen making dinner while her father stood talking to an embarrassed-looking Matteu.

“Lettia! Where in the nine hells have you been?!” her father demanded.

Lettia started clapping her hands and dancing in joy, before jabbing a finger under Kristin’s nose. “I did it, Dad! I went to the church, and found Kirstin there! Only it wasn’t Kirstin, it was an illusion! Don’t you see? It’s all an evil plot! Kirstin is behind it all!”

Once again, Klaus grabbed Lettia by her ear and twisted her around to look up at him. “What did I tell you about blaming your sister for everything? She has been doing her chores like a good girl, which is more than I can say for you. Leaving Matteu to get the sheep home. You’re getting a double dose of my belt, Lettia. Now get bent over that table!”

Lettia was horrified. She was dancing in place, but already she’d given up any hope of escaping. “No, Pa, no! Not in front of Matteu! Please, just forgive me! I… I’ll be a good girl!” 

“You should have thought of that before running off to town to construct some fantasy and continuing to blame your sister! Now get over here and bend over this chair!” Klaus ordered, placing a chair with its back toward Lettia.

Lettia started sobbing but obediently laid herself into position. “Oh, Daadieee! I’m sowwy, sirrrr!”

Klaus unbuckled his belt. “Not as sorry as you’re going to be!” 

“Erm, maybe I should go?” Matteu asked, nervously fidgeting, torn between not wanting to embarrass his friend and the chance to see his crush getting spanked.

“No, Matteu, you did right by our family today. So, it’s only fair you should bear witness to Lettia’s shame. Lettia, get those panties down.” 

Instantly, Lettia reached back and bared her own bottom. Klaus folded his belt, and snapped it, before resting it across Lettia’s proffered ass. She shivered, but remained in place as her step father began his lecture. “That’s more like it. Now, Matteu, the trick to belting a bothersome brat is to get the distance right. That way you catch her right across the center of the buttock with the tip of the belt. Normally I’d say to warm the behind up with a hand spanking, but I think Lettia looks like her bottom is plenty warm enough.”

“I’m not sure, Daddy,” said Kirstin. Tossing aside her blond hair with a casual flick, she sat down to get a good view of Lettia’s miserable face. “I think Lettia might need a little more. She has been very rude. Perhaps Matteu could give her a few swats?”

Klaus raised the belt high. “Quiet, Kristin. Daddy has work to do.”

CRACK!!!! The belt slammed down across Lettia’s exposed behind, leaving behind a white stripe that quickly flushed to a mottled blood-red.

Lettia howled as she felt the painful effects of the belt. Then she sobbed, feeling quite sorry for herself. 

Lettia snickered. “Gawds, what a crybaby!”

Lettia’s ears twitched as she overheard the remark, then she rounded on Kirstin. “You! You’re gonna regret that sneaky little trick you pulled at the church! We had a deal, you lying bitch! I healed your heinie!”

Klaus landed a second stroke of the belt. He let Lettia finish howling, then said, “I will not have you using language like that or being rude to your sister, Lettia. Apologize right now!”

Wincing, Lettia manage to hiss out a few words between her gasps for air. “Ouch! Ow, ow, OWWIE! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, Daddy, no more spanking! I’ve been spanked plenty for one day!”

“True, Lettia, and while you still have a few more spankings to come I think your bottom may have taken enough of the belt for one day. Now, when you say you’re sorry, what do you mean?”

“I’m sorry for leaving the sheep! I’m sorry for running off to the village! I’m sorry for…” Lettia trailed off as she realized what was expected of her. Even to stop the spanking, she couldn’t bear to lie. Biting her lip, Lettia chose her words carefully. “I’m… sorry for what I did to Kristin today.”

Klaus lowered the belt. “Hmm…What do you think, Kirstin, do you accept your sister’s apology?”

Kirstin tilted her head to think, hiding a wicked smile behind her hair. “Well, she did call me a bitch, Papa. Maybe she needs just a couple more tonight?”

Lettia howled, “Please, Kirstin! I helped you! Tell him the truth! Tell the truth!”

Kristin sighed. “It’s no good, Daddy, she’s still lying. I’m afraid I can’t accept her apology.”

Klaus put a hand on the small of Lettia’s back, and rested his belt across her lower bottom. “That does it. I’m sorry, Lettia, but if you persist in telling lies, I will have to give you the spanking of your life today. You are in a state of disgrace, and this punishment will not end until I have broken your obstinate spirit. I’m going to spend the rest of the day thrashing you, until sunset, at the very least. Hopefully, your attitude will have improved by tomorrow morning.”

Lettia whimpered, lowering her head to the seat of the chair. So, this was her fate. With her luck, she would probably be spanked constantly, for the rest of her life. The gods had abandoned her!

Then, Matteu interrupted. “Hold on, Mr. Wieber, if Lettia didn’t heal Kristin’s behind this morning, surely her bottom would still be a bit red from the whopping you gave her for sneaking out last night?”

Dad considered. “Hmm… you have a point, Matteu. Kirstin, get over the chair. I need to check the state of your backside.”

Caught off guard, Kirstin looked alarmed. “But, Dad, there’s a boy here!”

“He’s seen your sister’s bottom already. Yours should hold no special mystery for him.”

Kristin pointed a shaky finger. “But… Lettia is lying, just like always!”

“Then you’ve got nothing to hide.” Getting impatient, he grabbed Kristin by the wrist and put her in position across a second chair, across from Lettia. Kristin squeaked once in protest, before Klaus lifted her skirt and yanked down her britches. “Well, what have we here? You’re right, Matteu. Her bottom looks lily white. That ain’t how I left it this morning!”

Kirstin squirmed, aware she was in trouble and keenly aware of Matteu’s eyes on her petite, bare behind. “Erm, well, you see, it was all Lettia’s idea and, well…” 

Klaus cut Kristin off with a ferocious swing of the belt across her backside. “Nice try! You know I don’t like it when you girls heal your bottoms after a spanking. The soreness is the whole point.”

Lettia blinked twice, then forced a smile. “So… may I stand up?”

Klaus rested his belt across Lettia’s bottom. “Of course not, you and Kristin are getting a belting together.”

“But…but I was telling the truth!”

“That’s right. I was going to spank you for lying. But you did indeed heal Kristin’s bottom. So instead, I’m spanking you for deliberate disobedience, along with Kristin. You will both get ten strokes each.”

Both girls howled “nooooooo!” at the same time, at last finding something to agree on, before Klaus began to spank them soundly, taking turns swinging his belt across each bottom.

After finishing the last set of strokes, Klaus paused to examine his work. “Hmm, Lettia, I think ten strokes will be sufficient to remind you not to heal your sister’s bottom again. But, Kristin, I’m disappointed in you. Clearly, the spanking I gave you yesterday did not leave an impression, so I’m going to give you the exact same spanking you got yesterday, all over from the beginning. Matteu? Why don’t you take charge of Lettia for me? She looks up to you, so I think she’d benefit from you giving her a firm hand. ” 

Lettia tensed, glancing back and forth at her father and Matteu in disbelief. Matteu gulped. “Firm hand? You don’t mean… you want me to…”

“Spank her, of course.”

“But, sir, I’m not her father.”

“Well I am her father, and I think it’d do her a world of good to have more accountability. Lettia, from now on, Matteu has my full permission to discipline you on my behalf. I expect you to listen to his instructions, and obediently submit to his hand of correction. If you don’t, you’ll be getting another dose of the belt, young lady. Matteu, give Lettia a good hand spanking. Nothing too harsh, but enough to remind her what a foolish girl she’s been today. I’m going to be preoccupied with Kirstin for a while.”

Krisin shook her head wildly. “No, Daddy, no! Just use your hand! Not the belt!”

But Klaus silenced her with a single stroke of the belt. “I’ve warned you enough times about trying to wriggle your way out of a punishment you deserve. So you’ll be getting a week’s worth of bedtime spankings, same as your sister.” Then Klaus got to work on Kristin’s bottom, flogging her in earnest.

Kirstin choked, before she screamed in fury. “A WEEK?! B-bit, P-papa, you can’t be serious! It was—AWW!—it was all Lettia’s idea! Owww! Waauuu-whieeee!”

Fuming, Dad set the belt down on the table, and patted Kristin’s bottom with open hand. “And there you go blaming Lettia! You two are always punishing each other better than I ever could. Pipe down. You’ve just earned yourself a few extra licks from my belt… after I’ve got your bottom back to the color it was supposed to be.”

But as Klaus set down the belt, he lightened his grip on Kristin. Seizing her chance, Kristin leapt to her feet, pulling away from his grip and backing away. “No, Daddy, no, not the belt,” she yelped, clutching her bottom with both hands. As she shuffled backwards her knickers slipped down to her ankles.

With a scowl, Klaus pinched her by the ear and led her back to the table, before he pinned her under his arm. “Throwing a tantrum, eh? That just earned you an extra spanking at bedtime. And we’re not at the belt yet. This is still just the warmup. Now hold still!” With that, he began to deliver a hand spanking at a relentless pace, with the confidence of a man who had many years of practice.

Helpless in his strong arms, Kirstin hung there, legs kicking futilely as her bottom got redder and redder. Tears were already flowing as she desperately tried to convince her father she’d had enough, but her words had become a string of incoherent yammering behind her tears. “Buh–but–baaaawwwgh!”

Finally, Klaus raised his hand high, and a small ember crackled to life in the center of his palm. As he slammed it across the center of Kristin’s bottom, it actually sizzled, leaving behind a thin trail of smoke. Kristin yelped once, but when she felt the lingering heat, she screeched like a banshee.

Klaus harrumphed. “Cut that racket. Disobeying is bad enough, but since you had your sister use magic to take the sting out of your posterior… I think this is only fitting!” With that, he rekindled the magic flame in his hand, and started to slam it down across Kirstin’s butt faster and harder.

Kirstin yelped and bucked in his grip as her bum got blistered.

Meanwhile, Matteu stepped up next to Lettia and put his hands on her cheeks, gently massaging her behind. “You heard him, Lettia. I’m going to give you a good hand spanking.”

Lettia’s face flushed red. “B-but…”

 

Matteu patted her bottom playfully, but with just enough firmness to remind her of how sore it still was from her recent encounter with the belt. “Would you prefer to join your sister?”

Lettia glanced at her step-sister, who had now melted into incoherent squeals. “No, sir.”

“Then widen your stance. I need to inspect the damage. Keep your hands on the chair, Lettia.” With that, Matteu used one foot to gently nudge her legs just a little bit apart. 

Lettia blushed as she spread her legs. She knew he could see everything right now, but something about the gentle tone of his voice reassured her. Taking a calming breath, Lettia lifted her bottom, and allowed Matteu to massage her aching buttocks without protest. 

Matteu whistled as he spread Lettia’s ass cheeks. “This poor bottom’s already taken a lot of punishment for one day. But there are a few spots that got missed, so I’m going to even out the color. So long as you’re a good girl, and don’t move, I will only use my hand to spank you. Do you think you can hold still for me, Lettia?”

Lettia glanced at Kristin. By this point, her step-sister had gone limp under their father’s arm, wailing as she felt the effects of the flaming hand toasting her cheeks. Finally, Lettia mumbled under her breath. “Yes, Matteu. Please spank me…sir.”

With that, Matteu began to spank Lettia, aiming most of his swats across her outer cheeks and lower bottom. Lettia wept softly, but held herself in place with determined resolve.

This was in sharp contrast to Kristin, who by now had melted down into a shivering, quivering mess of girlish anguish.

Klaus continued until he was satisfied by the color of Kristin’s bottom, then set her back on her feet. “All right, your butt’s back to the state it was in yesterday…” 

Rocking back and forth, Kristin grasped her bottocks, her legs shaking. Klaus held her steady, then gestured to the chair. “Now we can finally deal with the matter of your disobedience. Get over the chair. Face down, butt up. We’ll finish by giving you a good dose with my belt.”

Whimpering, Kirstin looked up at her father, tears and snot and drool dribbling down her face. “P-p-please, Papa. It h-hurts so bad already! And—and—an’ I’ve learnt my lesson!”

Shaking his head, Klaus pinched Kristin’s chin between his thumb and index finger. “No, you unlearnt your lesson, so now it’s got to be relearnt. Get into position, Kirstin. I ain’t gonna ask twice. Honestly, you could learn a thing or two from Lettia about taking your licks. She fusses plenty, but at least she tries to hold still once I get started.”

Reluctantly, Kirstin went over to the stool and bent over, her knickers now hanging from one of her ankles and her skirts bunched up around the small of her back. She planted her feet apart and braced herself, trembling from head to toe.

Without another word, Dad landed the first stroke of the belt expertly, right across the middle of her bottom.

With such a tender, recently spanked bottom Kirstin couldn’t help herself. She yelped and stood up, hands covering her rear while her skirts fell down around them.

Dad groaned. “That does it.” Then he yanked Kirstin’s skirt all the way down to her ankles, before he picked her up, leaving her skirt in a rumpled heap on the floor. “Looks like you’re getting this spanking in your birthday suit!”

“WHAT?!?” Kirstin yelped. As she tried to kick her feet, she felt her skirt fall away, before she was set back down on her bare feet. Kristin clutched her hands in front of her, her eyes pleading. “But-but Matteu is here. He’ll see my—well—my everything! Papa, please, you can’t be serious!”

But Klaus only yanked Kirstin’s blouse up and over her head. “Quit yer whining. You brought this on yourself. Now, get your ass into position for your belting. Fetch the stool, and put it right in the center of the room.”

Kristin glanced down, and at that moment, she realized that she had forgotten to put on anything to cover her breasts this morning. With a squeak, she quickly tried to cover her bosom and her crotch. 

In shock, Matteu paused Lettia’s spanking for a moment. Even Lettia managed to lift her head, blinking back her tears just enough to get a glimpse. As she felt their eyes on her, Kirstin blushed so madly, her whole body seemed to turn a shade rosy pink, all the way to the tips of her pointed ears. 

Slowly Kristin forced herself to move, dragging the stool to the center of the floor. It was far taller than a normal footstool, and had been crafted by Klaus specifically to serve as a tool for disciplining his daughters.

Finally, Kristin dropped her hands, revealing her perky tits and triangular bush for all to see, and lay across the seat of the absurdly tall stool. Grasping tight to the legs with her white-knuckled fists, Kristin was forced to stand on tiptoe to support her weight.

“Legs apart,” growled Klaus.

With a whining noise, Kristin spread her feet, practically dancing on the balls of her feet as she struggled to support her weight. Kristin tried to look up at her father with puppy dog eyes, but at the sight of everyone watching her, Kristin felt fresh tears building up in her eyes, and hung her head in shame.

Unmoved, Dad delivered the first lick of the belt with a practiced snap. It left a long red stripe across both of Kirstin’s butt cheeks.

Kirstin howled and bucked up onto her tiptoes, pumping up and down from one leg to another atop the stool. “Owowoow!”

“Hold still, ya brat!” Dad carried on belting Kirstin, determined to leave her sore for a week.

Matteu blinked twice, before he turned his attention back to his own charge. “Lettia? I want to have a few words with you. Let’s finish your spanking in your bedroom, so we don’t interrupt your father.”

At the mention of the word, “spanking,” Lettia let out a little sniffling, choking noise.

Matteu stood her up gently and spun her around to face him, shaking his head. “Shush, Lettia. Now march your naughty little tail straight to your bedroom.” 

After he led her into her bedroom, Matteu seated himself on Lettia’s mattress, pinning her legs between his knees. “I know you’ve been through a lot today, but I’m still disappointed in you. I told you to go home and talk to your father. Instead, you ran off on your own, and made a fool of yourself in town. You’ve made a complete ass of yourself today, haven’t you, young lady?”

Feeling a tear drip off the end of her nose, Lettia nodded, looking at her toes. “Yes, sir.”

“And what do you deserve for being such an ass?”

Lettia sniveled, then forced herself to look Matteu in the eye. “I deserve whatever punishment you decide to give me, sir. I definitely need another spanking, right on that stupid, stubborn, silly ass.”

Matteu caressed Lattia along the side of her hips, then reached around to pinch both her butt cheek lightly. “That’s right. But I believe you’re already learning from this experience. You’ve acted like a very bad little girl today, but you’re also a very brave woman. So, I’m just going to give you a gentle ‘cool-down’ spanking. Do as you’re told and I promise not to target your sore spots, understood? But I do think you should have this spanking in your birthday suit, just like your sister. What do you think?

Lettia shuffled her feet. “Okay…”

“Then you know what to do next, Lettia.”

Slowly, she stripped off her remaining clothing, folding them neatly at Matteu’s feet. When she reached her panties, she hesitated. Sure, Matteu had already seen her without them once today, but somehow, she knew that once she surrendered her panties, there would be no turning back. Matteu had always been her best friend. But if she obeyed this commend, she knew that from this moment on, her ass would belong to him.

Shedding fresh tears, Lettia felt a strange sense of relief. The tightness in her chest was gone. Gliding down her panties, Lettia stepped lightly out of them, folded them neatly on the pile of her clothing, then knelt down on her hands and knees in front of Matteu, kissing his boot. She lifted her bottom up high behind her, wanting to give him a glimpse of it, before he claimed what was his. “Thank you… for trying to help me today. I’m sorry I didn’t go home right away. I should have listened to you.”

Mattheu reached forward, and caressed her buttocks with both hands. “Well, that’s the thing. Sometimes we boys know what’s best for you girls. Now come up here and go over my knee. I don’t want any fuss.”

With a little coo, Lettia lifted her head, and meekly crawled up and onto his lap.

Matteu helped Lettia get into position, straddling her across his knee so that her feet dangled to the floor behind her. She lay forward, sprawling her naked form completely across his knee, angling her hips high to offer up her ass to him. 

Gently he rested his hand on top of Lettia’s behind and rubbed small circles across each of her butt cheeks. “My, these are red hot, Lettia.” 

“Mm, hm…” mumbled Lettia.

Matthey patted her bottom playfully. “Hold still, I’m going to spank to avoid your welts.”

SMACK! 

The blow landed on the tender sit spot just below her bottom, which remained unmarked from the earlier belting. Lettia shivered, then took a shaky breath.

Matteu pinched a chunk of puppy fat below her bottom, twisting it a bit harder than he had before. “No, what do you say?”

Lettia whimpered. “Thank you, Matteu… I’m sorry I’m such a bother.”

“No, Lettia. You are not a bother. I want you to repeat after me: ‘Thank you, sir. I’m sorry I was a bad girl.’ Got it?”

SMACK!

“Eeep! Yesss, Matteu…erm, thank you, sir, I’m sorry I was a bad girl… Got it?” As she added the last bit, she flashed a minxish smile over her shoulder.

Matteu returned her smile. “Yes. Now say it again.”

SMACK!

Lettia gasped, then struggled to brush aside a strand of wet hair that was clinging to her tear stained cheeks. “Yeeikes! Thank you, sir, I’m sorry I was a bad girl!”

“And again.”

SMACK!

Lettia sucked down a breath, then grit her teeth. “Ouch! Owwie! …H-hey! I thought you said you were gonna go easy on me?”

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“I said I’d avoid your welts, if you behaved. Now, say it again.” He landed another three swats in quick succession, careful to aim at the throbbing welts left by the belt.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“Ow! Yeow! Okay, okay… Thank you, sir! I’m sorry I was a bad girl!”

With a smile, Matthew spread Lettia’s butt cheeks, and aimed for the white, unmarked territory along the inside of her ass crack.

“And again.”

SCHWACK!

Lettia howled, but she remembered to repeat the words correctly.

After her long, difficult day, Lettia was completely worn out, and had long ago lost any desire to resist.

Seeing how close she was to melting down crying again, Matteu carried on the spanking at a slow, steady pace. 

Matteu’s father had once told him that you had to treat a woman like you treat a noble horse. You had to tame her spirit, but you should never break her spirit completely. Matteu’s father had also warned him to never repeat this wise advice in front of mother.

Matteu examined the results of his work, and concluded that Lettia was good and tamed. “That will do. Up you get, Lettia.”

Helping her rise, Matteu hugged her, gently holding her burning bottom. “If you leave your window open for me I can sneak back with some salve later. Would you like that?”

Pouting slightly, Lettia nodded.

At that moment, they finally noticed the tell-tale sounds from outside the bedroom. 

The belt cracked on Kirstin’s behind again and again and again, accompanied by Kristin’s musical wails of sorrow and penitence. It was enough to make even Lettia feel just a bit sorry for her somewhat-evil step-sister.

Finally, the belting stopped, and Klaus opened the bedroom door, looking suspicious. “Are you through with Lettia, then?”

Matteu suddenly noticed how very nude Lettia was, and quickly took his hands off her ass. “Yes, sir.”

Klaus snapped his fingers. “Lettia, march to the kitchen. I need to have a few words with you and Kristin. You’re both in for a long, uncomfortable week I’m afraid.

Back in the kitchen, Lettia and Kristin stood at attention before their father, both as naked as a pin/

Finally, Klaus snorted. “Right, I seem to recall that I promised you a mouth soaping, Lettia. Kristin, since you were dishonest, you’re getting your mouth washed out too. You will both spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the corner for timeout, then it's straight to bed without supper. I’ll be along to spank you at sundown. Don’t even think about night dresses. I’ll decide tomorrow if you’ve earned your skirts back.”

Turning to Matteu he said, “You better get home, lad, but if you’d like some extra work, I could definitely use your help this week. I’ll be spanking these two every bedtime for a while. You can give Lettia her bed time spanking tomorrow night, then I may have you spank Kristin the following day. Come to think of it, why don’t you come back first thing tomorrow morning? Knowing these two, I’m sure at least one of them will earn a spanking before breakfast.” 

Matteu grinned. “Happy to help out however I can, Mr. Wieber.”

Klaus wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. “Thanks, Mattheu. Damn, I need a drink. Gotta keep my strength up before I put these two scamps to bed.”

And so, Klaus departed for the tavern, leaving Lettia and Kirstin alone in their respective beds. The step-sisters had shared a single bedroom, ever since their parents had married.

Lettia left the window open a crack, then she glared at Kirstin. “Well, Kirstin, how’s your ass holding up?”

Totally oblivious to the tone, Kirstin was holding a wet cold cloth to her behind as she lay belly down on her bed still naked. “Burning. I can feel the welts stretch every time I try to move!”

Lettia pulled a sock out of the dresser drawer. “That was a cute trick you pulled, with the illusion. How’d you learn that one?”

“Oooh, trick? Oh, yeah. I just used a concentration stone to create a minor illusion in the church. Sorry you got it so hard, but it was your fault I got caught sneaking out, so you kind of had it coming. It was just a little payback prank, you know?”

“Just a payback prank? Interesting choice of words.” Then Lettia stuffed the sock into Kirstin’s mouth. “Now, here’s a trick of my own. It’s a bit more ‘hands on.’” 

Raising her hand high, Lettia activated a spark of fire magic to create her own “toasty hand,” and delivered a firm spank. She let her hand linger for a few seconds, just to let Kirstin feel the building heat.

Kirstin’s eyes bulged as she felt the rising burn, and she let out a muffled wail.

Lettia chuckled. “Now, let’s see, there’s the spanking I got from Dad in the grazing fields, then the spanking I got at the church, and the second spanking I got from Dad at home, then the spanking I got from Matteu…” She emphasized each mention of the word “spanking” with another fiery spank.

Kirstin mumbled into the sock and spat it out. “Yeeouch! That burn!. What are you on about? It’s not my fault you got spanked all those times. It was just a prank, sis? What’s your problem?”

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t spit out your sock. Now… open wide.” Lettia held up the sock in front of Kirstin.

At the sight of the sock, Kristin struggled with renewed vigor. “Just you wait! When I tell Daddy on you, he’s gonna…. wait, no, you’re not spanking me again!” 

Lettia held up the sock, scrunching it into a tight wad, before she snapped her fingers, producing a soothing blow light that made both her hand and the sock glow with a holy light. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll want to tell Dad I’m healing your bottom, do you?”

Kristin’s eyes went wide at the sight of the healing magic, but she sensed something was wrong. “Healing magic? Why are you healing me? Daddy said we’re not supposed to heal each other’s butts no more. Not after a spank—”

With perfect timing, Lettia stuffed the sock deeper into Kristin’s mouth. Then, she patted Kritsin’s bottom, and started to magically heal the angry-red flesh. “Quiet down, bimbo. If Dad comes home from the tavern early, we don’t him to overhear this, do we? Otherwise, he’ll think you disobeyed him…”

Kristin moaned with relief as she felt the magic healing her aching backside. But the moment it was fully healed, and every last mark gone, Lettia immediately activated “toasty hands”, and started the spanking all over again.

As she realized what was happening, Kristin tried to shout something. But whether it was a cry for help or a plea for mercy, it was too muffled to make out. Kristin kicked her feet against her mattress, and just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, the torment stopped.

Then… Lettia started healing Kristin’s bottom again. Snapping her head up, Kristin twisted to look at her step-sister, tears springing to her eyes as she shook her head. As Kristin watched in horror, Lettia raised her hand high into the air, before she rekindled the magic flame, and the spanking started all over again.

***

Several hours later, Matteu snuck across the Wieber family’s property, rifling through a satchel. “All right… two vials of soothing balm. Knowing Kristin, if I offer one to Lettia, she’ll demand one for herself, and threaten to sell us out. Now I just have to toss a rock to get Lettia’s attention and then…”

Matteu froze as he overheard the unmistakable sounds of a spanking in progress from the bedroom window above. “Huh, I thought their dad went to the tavern. He must have doubled back. Guess I’d better wait for their bedtime spanking to be over.”

But the bedtime spanking went on and on. Matteu thought he might have nodded off once or twice. Finally, he drifted off.

At that precise moment, Mr. Wieber arrived at home, failing to notice the boy hiding in the bushes beneath his daughters’ bedroom window.

If only Matteu had been awake, he would have overheard a most peculiar scene as Klaus burst into his daughter’s room.

“All right, girls! It’s time for your bedtime spanking… Kristin, what the hell have you got in your mouth? Is that a sock? Spit that out, at once.” 

“Ptooie! Daddy, Daddy, you gotta spank Lettia!”

“Of course I’m going to spank Lettia. And I’m going to spank you, too. What else do you expect to get for a bedtime spanking?”

“But you don’t understand! Lettia healed my bottom! I didn’t ask her to! Then she spanked–”

“Healed your bottom? Nonsense. It’s just as red and sore as I left it. Is this your idea of a joke, Kristin?”

“No! I swear it’s the truth! First she healed my bottom, and then she spanked me, and then she healed me again, and then she spanked me again, and then–”

“That’s the tallest tale I ever heard! What kind of fool do you take me for, Kristin?”

“An old fool is what you are! It’s not a tall tale! I’m not lying this time! I’m telling the—hey, wait a minute! What are you doing? You can’t do this to–”

SMACK!

Kristin screeched with all her might. “Meeeeeeee!”

The shrill sound was enough to snap Matteu out of his nap.

“Oh, yes I most certainly can spank you. And what’s more, I most certainly will spank you, too. You’d think after all these years, you silly girls would start to get the picture.” 

Kristin howled as her father started spanking her in earnest. It carried on for another few minutes, before Klaus paused.

“Now, we can finally finish this bedtime spanking. Lettia, I heard the most outrageous stories about you from Father Manneheim. Did you really knock him over and run away, before he could give you a caning?”

“Yes, sir. I did. I know I did wrong.”

“Well, he just so happened to lend me one of his school canes. Since you ran away from your caning earlier today, I think it's only fitting to use the cane for your bedtime spanking, don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I will accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate.”

“I see. I that case, you’re both getting twenty strokes with the cane tonight.”

“Huh? Why am I getting the cane too? I didn’t run away from a caning!”

“Oh, this isn’t punishment for running away from a caning. This is just a bedtime spanking. Father Manneheim and I agreed you’re both going to get a caning in front of the entire congregation next Sunday morning.”

Kristin’s voice went shrill with fury. “What? That’s not fair! I don’t deserve this! It’s all Lettia’s fault! She’s the only one who–”

There was the sound of a scuffle, before Klaus began spanking Kristin all over again. She squealed in agony, but the spanking carried on until she finally stopped arguing, and begged for forgiveness.

“Hmph, finally. Was that so hard, Kristin? Now, the reason both of you girls are getting the cane is that both of you girls have earned it a dozen times over this week. Everyone agrees that you two are the worst trouble makers in town, and I won’t have it. Clearly, a week of bedtime spankings ain’t nearly enough to get through to you. So, starting tonight, you both will be spanked before bedtime, each and every night, for as long as necessary to help the lesson sink in. If you behave like perfect angels, that will be the only spanking you receive that day. Also, I’ll be hiring Matteu as a farmhand, and I’m making it clear to him that he’s got my full blessing to help spank both of you, long and hard, and as often as it’s necessary. I think we’ll need a full year of bedtime spankings, at the very least. Don’t you agree, Lettia?”

“Yes, sir. I think Matteu is the perfect man for the job. I’m ready to accept responsibility for my actions, and submit to your chastisement in perfect obedience.”

“I’m not ready! Too many spankings! I don’t like spankings! Please, no more spankings!”

“It’s too late, Kristin. You should take a leaf out of your step-sister’s book. Now, it’s time for your caning. Both of you keel on your bed. Kees against your chests, and bottoms up.”

Kristin cried pitifully, but didn’t protest further. Lettia maintained her stoic silence until the first stroke of the cane, at which point, both sisters cried out in agony with matching intensity.

Matteu silently counted each of the twenty strokes. He guessed that Klaus must have caned both girls at once to save time. Then, he overheard a heart-warming conversation as the father comforted both of his daughters, and the light went out in their bedroom.

Klaus sighed, then climbed up the wall to reach the window. “Finally. Man, that was quite the bedtime spanking. Can’t wait to see what’s in store for them tomorrow.”

But that night, at least, Lettia and Kristin had the small comfort of soothing lotion applied to their injured bottoms. And if you can believe it, not even Kristin wanted to rat out her step-sister for that little act of rule-breaking.

[The End]

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