My sister and I are what’s termed fraternal twins – the product of two separately fertilised eggs, rather than the conventional divided one. My sister Cassie is slightly older according to our mother – who should know of course, because she was there to welcome us!
We loved each other, still do, and shared everything while growing up, including our non-gender specific toys, unisex play clothes (tees and shorts in summer), and a bedroom for the first few years of our lives. We took baths together until we were six and as a result, casual nudity wasn’t an issue. Cassie was never jealous of my extra external equipment.
We were happy kids and mostly well behaved, although we suffered occasional swats to the seat if we talked back to our parents, argued too loudly or teased our sister Jenny when she had boyfriends over to the house. Jenny was nine years older than we were, and was concerned with her image and mildly contemptuous towards what she saw as her infantile siblings.
Our infrequent and spontaneous spankings happened no matter how we were dressed, whether fully clothed during the day, still bare right after a bath,or in our pyjamas if we got in a squabble at bedtime. We never had to endure the embarrassment of having our underpants taken down, the way some of our friends did.
We sometimes spanked each other too. Because she was older by 10 minutes, Cassie claimed spanking rights over me when I annoyed her, but it was part of our play, and she let me paddle her too if she bugged me. If Mom or Dad discovered one of us bottoms up over a twin’s lap, they paid little attention, just warned us not to hurt each other.
We lived in a warm climate with very short winters. We had an above-ground swimming pool in the back yard and were in it a lot from spring through fall. Until we were four, Mom let us skinny dip. Later we had to wear something below the waist if anyone other than family was in the yard – Speedos or briefs for me and panties or a bikini bottom on my sister. Cassie never bothered with anything up top. She was built as straight up and down as a soda straw and just as flat-chested as I was until we turned 12.
On really hot days, when we stripped and dried off after a swim, we didn’t bother to get dressed. We’d play games in our rooms and if we got into a dispute, we would flip a coin to determine who would spank whom to settle the argument. It was great fun to smack each other’s bare bottoms. If we made too much noise doing it, Mom might come upstairs and give us each a play spanking herself, then make us put on some clothes.
As kids will do, we sometimes played forbidden games like ‘doctor’ with our friends, and giggled while nervously examining each other’s bodies, even our private parts. Cassie and I were never shy the way some of our friends were – it was old stuff to us, having been so closely entwined physically ever since birth.
Three and a half acres of forest bordered our subdivision, an almost private playground for us. It was exciting to risk having an occasional hiker discover us playing tag or hide-and-go-seek among the trees in nothing but briefs and panties – or sometimes naked if we were feeling especially brave. We loved the freedom and excitement of being without clothes.
In those less politically correct days, our favourite backyard games were cowboys and Indians and cops and robbers. With the exception of whoever was in the role of a cop, we could always expect to be captured and tied to a tree. It was fun trying to escape, which we usually could because we weren’t too good at tying knots, and our toy handcuffs had built-in escape levers.
The rules of the game allowed us five minutes to get free. If we couldn’t, or pretended that we couldn’t when in the mood to pay a penalty, cowboys or Indians were ‘scalped’. That meant being stripped to tees and underpants and tied up on the ground in the middle of the yard. Convicted robbers were spanked pants down, right out in the open. Cassie and I were excited and happy to be victims of such innocent abuse. We never wanted to be cops!
There were no fences between our houses and I’m sure we were often watched by parents and neighbours alike, but never punished for such flagrant near nudity. Pre-pubescent kids got away with a lot back then, when attitudes about modesty changed after mini-skirts, topless bars and the pill.
We abandoned our primitive erotic games, however, when some of our friends became too self-conscious. Even kids as young as nine or 10 couldn’t escape being sexually aware in those days. It was all around us in movies, magazines and television. Cassie and I never developed hangups about it, though. We continued to enjoy the physical games we played with each other.
There was nothing sexually incestuous about our relationship. As twins, we seemed like one person living in two bodies, each sensitive to the other’s needs and reactions to the world around us. It was as if we could read each other’s minds. Whatever our mood, our twin was the most preferred playmate, whether for checkers, Monopoly or just a joyous spanking.
Cassie found a paddle in the dollar store showing two cartoon animals, a Bambi standing in front of Yogi Bear, and the words ‘for the cute little DEER with the BEAR behind’. When she brought it home, she insisted on being first to use it. She took the drawing seriously and insisted that I be in that condition, so I stripped down and got over her lap. When my bottom had turned pink enough to satisfy her, we switched positions.
As adolescence loomed ahead of us, our interests changed and evolved. We were both good students, and Mom and Dad emphasised the need for us to excel in our studies. We seldom disappointed them and brought home mostly A grades on our report cards.
Outside of school we sometimes got out of hand in other ways, for which we could expect to be grounded or denied privileges until we shaped up. We were always repentant for misbehaving, and would go to one of our bedrooms to trade some very severe paddling. That was our personal, mutual and voluntary atonement.
We always left the door open so Mom and Dad could hear us spanking each other – our way to prove to them that we were honestly sorry. All Mom ever said was that they respected our special relationship as twins, and that we had the right to discipline each other any way we saw fit when we knew we deserved it.
All of this occurred many years ago. Cassie and I now live many miles apart, and have raised families of our own – two boys for me and two sets of twins for her, each set a mixed bag like we were. We try to visit each other at least once a year, and she has many stories to tell about her brood that bring back pleasant memories of our own childhood.
I haven’t been spanked in a long time and neither has she, but Cassie divulged that one set of her twins engage in the kind of games that we did, and they discipline each other too. Heredity plays strange tricks sometimes!
Contributor: Tristan