Lyrica and Melody Symphonic are twin sisters whose parents were recently in a fatal car crash. Their younger sister, Harmony, went through the most trauma from the situation, being in the car and watching her parents' lives slip away. She somehow, however, managed to get out unscathed, other than the short-term mental shock. After the incident took place, all three girls were worried that they would be placed in foster care, and would be at risk of being split up. The twins were sixteen, however, and being as they had no other living relatives, other than distant cousins, the twins were eligible to become emancipated. Their younger sister was only nine, and the court ruled that, as long as the family was regularly checked up on by appointed court officials to deem if the situation is court-approved (Harmony would be sent into foster care if the court deemed it necessary) that the girls were able to have Harmony live with them. The twins are Harmony's primary caretakers, needing to provide her with food, clothes, and a clean and suitable shelter for her to stay in. They would also be responsible for getting all three of them to school on time, and for the twins, work. This is the story of the Symphonic sisters.
"Get up, Melody! We're going to be late for the first day of school!" Lyrica screamed at her twin, practically dragging her out of bed.
"Leave me alone, bitch," Melody retorted with MAJOR attitude. Lyrica pulled back the covers, lowered the girls pajama bottoms, and gave her ten good, solid smacks on her bare ass. The girl groaned and started to make sounds of slight agony, kicking her legs all the while. Damn, Lyrica thought, either I'm getting stronger, or she hasn't been getting spanked as often as she should. The girl's bottom had already turned a bright pink color. "What the fuck! It's too early for this bullshit," screamed Melody.
"You know, Mel, I wouldn't advise that kind of attitude towards me, considering our current situation and the fact that I JUST gave you a small spanking. Would you like a full-on spanking before the first day of school? That antique, wooden hairbrush in the bathroom is sure calling your name right now. And besides, lately you've had a horrible attitude, and it is not going to go unpunished anymore, Mel!" When Lyrica gets angry, she goes full mom mode, acting as if she was the mother of her two sisters.
"Whatever," muttered Melody.
Lyrica rolled her eyes, sitting down at the edge of the girl's bed while dragging her across her lap. Melody was suddenly wide awake and protesting. "No, no, no! Okay, okay, I'll get ready for school! Just PLEASE don't spank me! I'm sorry!"
Despite her sister's cries for mercy, Lyrica reached for the smaller, wooden hairbrush on her sister's bedside table. She locked Melody's legs in hers, drapping her sister over her left knee. She pulled down her sister's pants once again, then grabbing both of her sister's arms and pinning them to the small of her back. Lyrica started raining hard smacks down on Melody's vulnerable, bare backside, while the girl squirmed, trying to get away, screaming in pain. After about 150 hard strokes, the majority to her sit-spots, Lyrica let her sobbing sister up from her knee, hugging her and gently rubbing her back.
"Now," said Lyrica, "go get ready for school. If you give me any more trouble before we leave this house, you'll wind up right back over my knee for grandma's hairbrush. And if you cause trouble on the way to school, I will give you a choice: either be spanked in the backseat of the car (keep in mind that it has tinted windows) with the wooden paddle that's in the glovebox, or wait until we get home and I'll give you the big wooden paddle AND the family strap." Melody gulped in fear. "Understand?" questioned Lyrica.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good."
What do you think will happen next? Will Melody cause more mischief? Or will the tables turn, and it will be Lyrica over her sister's knee to get her bottom roasted? Let me know what you think!