I was 14 and my sister was 19. My parents went out of town for the weekend and left my sister in charge. We had a great relationship, and I looked forward to a great weekend.
My sister was busy doing something so I decided that it would be a great opportunity to try one of the cigarettes that my friend had stolen from his father. I went to the back yard and started to light up when I heard my sister yell my name. She had a mad look on her face. She told me to come in.
She said that she saw what I was doing so I did not need to bother to destroy the evidence. She took the cigarette and lectured me about the dangers of smoking. I had to promise her that I would not do it again. After the lecture, she let me go about my business.
Later, she said that she was going to the store. I waited until I heard the car leave then I got another cigarette, went outside and started smoking. I couldn’t stand the thing, but I felt grown-up. I was scared to death when I heard my sister yell at me. I didn’t even notice that the car had pulled up. She had forgotten the grocery list and come back for it.
This time, she came and grabbed my arm and led me inside to the kitchen. She told me that she could either tell our parents, which would result in a huge spanking, or I could get my punishment from her. I opted for the second choice.
She went and got a chair and put it in the middle of the kitchen. She began to undo my jeans. Then, to my disgrace, she pulled down my underwear and told me to step out of my clothes. I immediately covered up my privates but she told me to put my hands at the side. I knew that if I didn’t obey the spanking would only be worse. I moved my hands.
She lectured me again about how dangerous spanking was, and about how I needed to obey. My sister had seen me naked many times before, but not since puberty began. By this time, I had an erection.
While my sister was talking to me, she glanced down at my privates several times. When I got the erection I turned crimson red. She looked right at my erect penis, but she sensed how embarrassed I was so she didn’t say anything, although I did see a slight smile on her face.
Then she pulled me over her lap and began to spank me with her hand. The spanking did not last long. She let me up and told me to go to my room and to stay undressed. Several minutes later she came back with a belt and the paddle that my parents sometimes used on us.
She asked me which I wanted first. I said the paddle. I bent over, using the bed for support. She gave me five good whacks. Then I had to get the belt. When it was all over, my sister hugged me and told me she loved me. My parents never found out what happened.
My sister never mentioned the spanking until I grew up. Now we talk about it, and I am thankful that I had a sister who loved me enough to keep me from smoking.