Ever since my spanking from my sister Ginger, I had been planning my revenge on her. I planned on showing her exactly what she had done to me. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I intend on serving it as cold as Town of Ice. Frozen and ice-covered.
So, one Saturday when Mammy and Pappy were at dinner together and Maly was in her room washing her hair, I told Ginger a lie to set my plan in motion.
"Hey, Ginger," I said.
"What, kid?" Ginger inquired.
"I was wondering if you'd help me with a school project."
"Sure, what is it?"
I sneered evilly. Ginger didn't notice. "Well, in class we're studying knots and how to tie them. I was wondering if you could help me with it?"
"Sure, you need some help tying them, or something?"
"No, I have to practice tying someone up and seeing if they can escape. If they can't, then I did it right. If they can, then I did it wrong. I really want to get my test right this time."
"All right, I guess so."
I sneered another evil smile. My plan was in motion. "Great, let's go into your room." Ginger reluctantly agreed, but she seemed a tad bit suspicious. I wasn't worried though, for I had been plotting this revenge for months.
Once we were in Ginger's room, I told her to bend over her bed with her butt pointing outwards. When she asked me why, I simply replied, "It's part of the specific way I'm supposed to tie the knots." Ginger was hesitant, but she settled herself in position.
I grabbed some soft ropes from my top drawer, which I had been saving just for this event. With the ropes I bound Ginger's ankles and wrists so that she couldn't possibly move. I was sneering the whole time. But, since Ginger didn't see, I was in the clear.
Once I was finished, I said to Ginger, "All right, Ginger, now try to escape."
Ginger began wriggling around in her bounds. Luckily, I had been in boy scouts the previous year, so I had tied those knots extra tight. There was no escaping unless I cut her free.
Since she couldn't escape, Ginger asked me to cut her loose. I didn't. So she ordered me to cut her loose. I still didn't. She then said that if I didn't cut her loose now, she would take me over her lap and spank me good and hard. I still didn't cut her free. She began struggling again. It did no good, only made her bounds tighter.
Satisfied that I knew she couldn't escape, I went into Mammy and Pappy's room and took out the belt Mammy uses on me sometimes. It was thick and made of leather. Perfect for punishment. And I was planning to use this on my catty sister.
I came back into her room to find she was still struggling. "All right, Cecil, this has been fun," she said, annoyed, "but cut me loose now, or I'll give you a major butt-whopping with the cane."
"How?" I asked, sneering. "You're tied up. You can't move."
"So help me, when Mammy gets home, she and I will take turns whipping you with that belt you have there, and-hey, wait, why do you have Mammy's belt?"
I swung the belt above in the air. "Oh, this belt?" I inquired. I smiled an incredibly evil sinister smile. "Payback is a bitch, bitch."
"Cecil, what are you doing?" Ginger looked worried now, like a rabbit before a weasel.
I chuckled and walked around the side of the bed. I was in position to begin Ginger's belting.
"If you hit me with that, I will destroy you!"
"How?" I said, just like last time. Laughing, I began belting Ginger. Hard. Incredibly harder than she ever did to me. Within minutes she was gasping. Soon she was crying. Then she was sobbing, begging me to stop. I didn't.
The belting went on for at least ten minutes. For the last ten strikes, I made Ginger count them out loud for me.
After all that, Ginger cried and cried and cried. I didn't feel sorry for her. After all, like I had said: payback is a bitch.
I untied Ginger's bounds, and she just crumbled like a sandcastle hit by ocean waves. She clutched her beaten behind and sobbed like a little baby. I still didn't feel sorry for her.
After that, I made her swear not to tell anyone or next time it would be worse. She complied. So, I put Mammy's belt back and happily strolled into my room and played video games for the next hour and a half until Mammy and Pappy showed up.
Later that night at dinner, Mammy was asking us what we did while she was gone. When she got to me, I glanced shyly over at Ginger, who squirmed in her seat nervously. Sneering, I replied, "Oh, nothing at all."
Revenge is sweet.