She's right! I've been imagining myself stretched across John's lap, his hand caressing my warm, freshly spanked ass. Before I can answer, she's moving across the bed and pulling her halter-top off. Neither of us is wearing a bra and I watch my sister's tits swing freely from side to side as she pushes me across the bed.

"This won't be as good as John's spankings but I think you'll get the idea," she says, pulling me off the bed with her until we're standing face to face.

"You've been bad, haven't you?" she says as she unties my halter-top and lets it fall to the floor. She hefts my...