The moment that she opened her door to Jeff, with a guilty Leanne lingering behind him, Rachel was able to piece together what had happened.

“You told him?”

Two weeks ago (Two and a half now), Rachel had found a used cigarette carton that Leanne had previously hidden from her Daddy in her sister’s room. Knowing that Jeff would spank her if he found out, Leanne had sworn her to secrecy in exchange for taking her punishment from Rachel instead.

“May we come in?” asked Jeff, his features set. A small grocery bag dangled from his wrinkled hands.

Rachel felt her stomach drop. Jeff was usually such a kindly old man, even jovial when they’d spent time together. His new firmness worried her. She held the door open, and the pair stepped into the apartment.

Leanne wouldn’t even meet her eyes.

“Would either of you like a drink?” Rachel attempted. “I think Bertie has some craft ciders in the fridge.”

“No, thank you,” Jeff replied, pulling up a chair at the table, “I don’t suppose young Bertram is here today?”

“He’s at work until at least four.” Rachel noticed that Leanne declined to take a seat of her own, and her concern grew.

“Okay. I assume you’re familiar with your sister’s punishment journal.” He waited for Rachel’s blank stare and continued, “As part of her discipline regimen, she’s expected to write down all of her weekly infractions in a notebook. At the end of the week, I read that notebook and determine her punishment from there. Understood?”

“I guess.” Rachel sat down across from Jeff, hoping the tabletop would cover her trembling hands.

“This week was pretty light. Only two entries – she was rude to a woman at the Tim Hortons, and… what was the other one, little girl?”

“I lied to Daddy,” replied Leanne. Her voice barely reached a whisper.

“She lied to her Daddy. Your sister assumed that as long as she admitted to it, I wouldn’t press the issue—“

Rachel interrupted, “I’m going to stop you there, Jeff. Leanne told you about the smokes and that I punished her in your place. That’s what this interrogation is about, right?”

“That is what she said you’d say,” said Jeff softly, his gaze drifting toward Leanne. “Nothing more to add. I suppose we’ll take our leave, then.”

They’d barely been there for a minute. Rachel’s worry morphed into confusion.

He continued, “Leanne, per our talk earlier I’m going to ask that you and your sister take some time apart. No visits, no calls, no texts for at least a week, maybe two. I’m sorry to say that she’s not a good influence for you at this time.”

Rachel blinked. “What did you say?”

“You,” he emphasized, “are a bad influence.”

Rachel rose from the table, her diminutive body between her visitors and the door. Jeff mirrored the gesture, but she was too angry to be intimidated. Even at his full height, Jeff stood barely a head taller than she was.

She snarled, “How dare you? She’s my sister.”

“Your sister wants to change a lifetime of bad habits. Her punishments are my responsibility, not yours or anyone else’s. You of all people should understand.”

“Because I know what she’s like, or because I’m a fellow pervert?” She turned to Leanne. “Feel free to chime in any time.”

“Because this isn’t foreplay, or some power exchange kink like you have with Bertie. For all intents and purposes, I am Leanne’s sponsor. She has to rely on me for structure and discipline—.”

“’Structure and discipline’? Is that what you’re calling it?”

“I…” they both froze as Leanne spoke up. “I can’t do this on my own, Rach.”

She was both asking for help and accepting the consequences of her actions, Rachel realized with some shock. Where had this insight been two weeks ago?

“I’m sorry, too,” she reluctantly conceded, turning back to Jeff. “I didn’t appreciate what your program meant to Leanne. I should have known better, and I… I apologize.”

Jeff didn’t seem placated. “Personally, I feel you should share her punishment, but that’s not for me to decide. You say that Bertie should be back around four?”

“Bertie doesn’t get to make that call anymore.”

She wasn’t sure why she chose those words, but Jeff picked up on the implication regardless.

“I didn’t mean to presume. This young lady and I will be on our way, then.”

Rachel’s head spun. She hadn’t been on good terms with Leanne for years, but now – just as they were starting to come to common ground – she was going to lose her again. Unless…

She’d been spanked all of once in the last year.

Except, that wasn’t exactly true. Bertie had half-heartedly spanked her during the “Pikachita” incident, yes. She’d also gotten repeat spankings from that bitch Amy over the winter. And she couldn’t forget the one she’d received from her boss Mr. Hardecker back in October that sometimes woke her up in the night with a hitch in her breath and a phantom ache in her seat. She’d received her share of punishment, all right – just not at the hands of her boyfriend, and she didn’t like the implication.

Unfortunately, she had a more immediate problem.

“I accept,” she blurted out.

 Jeff raised an eyebrow. “You accept… what?”

“Whatever you were going to do to Leanne.” Her sister was shaking her head furiously, but there was no backing out now. “Whatever it was, I’ll take it. Satisfied?”

“Suit yourself. Do you mind if we relocate to the living room, then? The couch is a bit more comfortable, and it’s less likely that your neighbours will overhear.”

Rachel had to remind herself that Jeff had been to the apartment before and he probably remembered the layout. But the way he’d walked in and effortlessly assumed control… Rachel wasn’t about to be so easily dominated, not in her own home.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She hadn’t changed out of sweats since she’d woken up a couple of hours ago, and her hair was in dire need of a comb. A little makeup would have helped to project some authority, she supposed.

“Coming?”

Jeff had already settled into the centre of the couch, with Leanne standing beside him looking completely miserable. Even though her sister’s scheming was what had gotten them into this mess, Rachel couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.

Taking a deep breath, she took ahold of her drawstring. “I guess I’ll go first.”

“No,” said Jeff, “I believe I’ve kept Leanne in suspense long enough. Come here, little girl. Do you know why you’re being punished right now?”

“Daddy, we went through this already!” Leanne whined.

“You’re in enough trouble right now. I suggest you do as your Daddy says.”

Leanne’s lip trembled. “I told you that I quit smoking, but I didn’t. Then when Rachel found out, I told her not to tell you either and in exchange she could handle my punishment.”

He unbuttoned her jeans with practiced ease and dragged her pants and panties to her ankles in one smooth motion.

“And what do we say about two wrongs? Do they make a right?”

“No, Daddy.”

“No, they don’t. So what are you going to get now?”

“A… a spanking, Daddy.”

“The spanking of a lifetime,” Jeff corrected, beckoning Leanne over his knee. After his lecture, she seemed almost relieved. Rachel felt a chill.

The punishment started as expected. There was no rubbing, no warm-up, none of the little teasing gestures that she and Bertie had made a regular part of their own activities. Jeff was methodical but merciless once he’d announced his intent, and Leanne knew better than to negotiate or plead at this point.

“Are you going to lie to me again?”

“Ah! No, Daddy!”

“You’re going to be honest and forthright, even if there are consequences?”

“Yes, Daddy! I- ow! I promise!”

Once he’d stained her backside a uniform pink, Jeff decided to pick up the pace. His arm swung back and forth like a pendulum, each swing faster than the last. Leanne shrieked as her colour turned a deep scarlet within seconds.

When Rachel had spanked her, Leanne had fought all the way to keep some measure of dignity, but there was none of that to be seen here. Snot and tears dribbled in equal measure down her face, and she kicked and thrashed without concern for what she was showing every time she spread her legs. It was an anguished and obscene display.

And soon it would be Rachel’s turn.

It didn’t take long for Leanne’s kicking and wailing to subside, and it seemed that acceptance was what Jeff had been looking for. He let her go with a last few hard swats and then guided a teary Leanne to her feet.

“I expect you to tell me everything from now on, Leanne. No matter how much it hurts.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Now find a spot in the corner while I deal with your sister.”

By the time Rachel registered what he’d said, her sister had already taken up a post against the wall, her pants still in a wad around her ankles. Jeff was eyeing her expectantly.

Her drawstring was still wrapped in her fingers, and Rachel defiantly pulled it loose as she strode up to the man on the couch. Once she was within arm’s length, she yanked down her sweats before he could reach. Irritation registered on his face for only an instant.

“Can you tell me why you’re being punished as well, Miss Rachel?”

She groaned. “Come on, Jeff…”

“There’s an aspect of ritual involved. Why are you being punished?”

A tickling sensation crawled up from the now-naked small of her back, and her impulsive choice to bare herself in front of Jeff suddenly struck her as a bad idea.

“I, um, knew about Leanne cheating on her program and I punished her myself instead of letting you deal with her. That’s what you want to hear, right?”

He mulled over her answer. “Two out of three, anyway. We’ll get there.”

She felt his grip around her arm, and didn’t resist as he pulled her down into his lap, her belly braced across his bony knees. He grunted as her weight settled on top of him.

“You’ve certainly got a more, er, substantial bottom than your sister, don’t you?”

“I take after my moth—yowwwwch!”

The time for conversation was over, apparently! Rachel grimaced as the first impact settled and a second was added. Jeff’s hand was every bit as hard as it looked, but it didn’t feel like he had the kind of strength behind it that Mr. Hardecker or even Bertie did, or maybe he’d exhausted himself on Leanne.

That didn’t mean it didn’t sting, though.

“Are you reconsidering your answer, young lady?”

“I –ow! I don’t know-ow! What you mean!”

“You’ve acknowledged that you didn’t tell me about your sister’s cheating, and that you shouldn’t have spanked her. What else?”

“I don’t know!”

“Let’s see if we can jog your memory, then.”

The spanking continued. It hurt, yes, but it was within her tolerance. Maybe it wasn’t the pain that had left Leanne in tears so much as expiation of her own guilt. She had to admit, Jeff was good at setting the tone of a scene. Of course, Rachel had been doing this for a good long time—

He struck again, harder this time, and she realized that he wasn’t tired – he’d been taking her measure. And he was far from done.

“Ready to try again, missy?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, but—“

His palm caught her in mid-sentence, and she bit her tongue to keep from screaming like Leanne had. Was she going to be able to keep this up?

“You hid the truth from me. You disrespected my role as her disciplinarian. Have you considered what you did to your sister?”

Was that it? Spanks still raining down, she twisted desperately toward Leanne.

“Lee! Lee, I’m sorry, it was a mistake—“

She didn’t get to finish. Somehow Jeff had an extra reserve of strength in his withered limbs, and he unloaded it on Rachel’s defenseless backside.

“I’ll make this simple,” he growled, punctuating each word with another slap. “You knew Leanne was sabotaging herself and… you… helped… her… do…it.”

Rachel howled and locked her ankles together. The fire in her ass was unbearable now, but Jeff had her firm in his grip and she’d already seen how he intended her punishment to end – in tears.

And then he stopped.

Rachel quickly wiped her eyes. Jeff let her up with a pat on her aching rump.

“One more thing. Leanne, you and your sister get those rosy red behinds of yours over to the kitchen and bend over the table.”

Leanne whimpered. “Daddy, it hurts already…”

“You should have known this was coming from the moment you lit up a smoke. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. Now, where did I put that bag?”

Rachel didn’t see any need to help him look. She stumbled toward the kitchen table, with Leanne following beside her. Leanne still wouldn’t look at her, focusing instead on the kitchen counter in front of them.

“What is he doing?” Rachel whispered, but Leanne only shook her head.

“Ah! There it is.”

Jeff reached over and took the grocery bag from the table in front of them.

“Where do you keep your cutlery? Never mind, I’ll find it myself.” A clinking of metal ensued. “Too sharp. Too thin… this will do nicely, I think.”

Rachel wanted more than anything to look over her shoulder at that moment, even more than she wanted to rub her surely bruised posterior, but Leanne’s posture and fearful expression warned her off.

A moment later, she could hear a sound. Scraping? No… whittling. She and Leanne were standing around waiting with their naked asses in the air, what was he doing?

“Has Leanne told you how we decided to curb her smoking?” Jeff asked casually. “It’s not a comfortable habit, but it’s a harder one to break than shouting at people or failing to clean house. So we decided…” he trailed off, “… pity, I wanted to use at least one of these for cooking. Looks like we’re going to have to skimp on the seasoning tonight.”

“You were saying?” prompted Rachel.

“Just passing time.” She heard him set his utensil down. “Alright, I think that’s enough juice for the caboose. Leanne?”

Rachel watched her sister’s reaction closely as Jeff came up behind them. The sound of his footsteps squeezed out a few more tears before he even touched her.

“Breathe,” he said softly.

She nodded and took a breath. When she let it out, Rachel saw her hips move as if she were being lightly pushed from behind. Leanne squinted – and seconds later, her voice was coming out in short, pained gasps.

Jeff gently pressed her hands down against the table. “Keep them there. You’re not going to want to smoke again any time soon, are you?”

Leanne wept. “No, Daddy.”

“I didn’t think so. Rachel, it’s your turn, you keep watching that wall.”

Rachel shuddered as Jeff turned his attention to her, his finger tracing down her crack and settling just underneath her asshole. He pressed one cheek to the side, giving him a full view, and then she felt something warm and wet touching her anus.

“Breathe.”

For all the weird kinks she’d experimented in her adult life, butt stuff had for the longest time been her red line. It had taken her years to be comfortable with even the idea, but she’d come around. She even had a butt plug that Bertie didn’t know about, just for her to enjoy by herself.

Somehow, she didn’t imagine she was going to enjoy this. She took a breath.

The plug went in gradually, her muscles reluctantly clenching around the invading object. It was softer than the silicone toy in her nightstand, and… porous? Was it some kind of vegetable?

“Ginger root,” Jeff explained.

And then it began to burn. At first it was just a tingling sensation, and Rachel thought it was an aftereffect from the spanking. She fidgeted, hoping a change in posture would help, but the movement only made it worse.

“Supposedly it does to your back end what smoking does to your lungs,” he continued, “Or so I’m told. We’ll give it ten minutes this time.”

 “I don’t smoke,” Rachel hissed, her knees twitching.

“Good for you. Little girl, you see how your dirty habit hurts the people around you?”

Leanne moaned. “Yes, Daddy.”

Her remorse was genuine, Rachel was sure, but it wasn’t helping. She was squeezing that damn thing in her ass with every move, and it already felt like it was on fire. She swore in that moment that if Leanne ever lit up a cigarette again, she’d be getting a lot more than ginger shoved up there.

Agonizing minutes later, she heard Jeff come back around behind her, and the root popped out like a cork. Rachel sighed, even as the fresh air scorched her tender hole. He repeated the gesture with Leanne, who slumped onto the table with a bizarre childish giggle.

“That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Jeff leaned over and she melted into his arms, spare tears running down her cheeks and onto his shoulders. Rachel had never seen her sister look so… satisfied? Was that what this was?

Leanne held out her hand. “You want in on the group hug?”

Rachel relented. She drew in beside her sister, barely conscious of the fact that they were both half-naked, their bare butts paired in matching glows. Leanne kissed Jeff on top of his bald head and hugged him tightly.

He turned to Rachel. “You know, if Bertie isn’t interested in topping you anymore… there’s a family here for you.”

“I appreciate what you’re doing for my sister,” she answered flatly, “but no. Hell no.”

Jeff shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He gave Leanne a few minutes to compose herself and pull her jeans (uncomfortably) back on, then said their goodbyes. The instant they were gone, Rachel dashed to the bathroom. She cringed in anticipation as she dabbed a wet cloth between her cheeks, but the relief was indescribable. Ginger root, she thought, where did he come up with these things? She was going to be sore for days – inside and out.

She lowered herself tenderly to the floor, moisture still dribbling from her thighs. The tile was cool beneath her, and while it didn’t quench the fire in her back end, it was still welcome. Jeff had been harsh, but not...