This choice: Sarah's in charge, Doug's NOT ok with this • Go Back...Chapter #5Sarah's in charge, Doug's NOT ok with this by: Veklov   Your mother's text ends with an affirmation of her love for you, and a reminder that Sarah is in charge. You grit your teeth in outrage. Girls are considered to be adults once they hit puberty around 12, boys on the other hand don't get adult rights/privileges until 18, you'd hoped your mom would be more reasonable, but looks like she expects you to take orders from your kid sister.
Sarah finishes reading the same text, pushes back her chair and stretches. "Ok Doug, go upstairs and get in your pajamas, I'll order us some pizza and whatnot"
You feel your temper get the better of you as you respond "Yeah fuck that". Sarah gasps at the profanity "Idk what mom's smoking but I'm older so clearly *I* should be in charge"
After a few moments of utter shock Sarah gets a determined look on her face "Mom said this might happen" with no warning she tackles you, hitting you right in the solar plexus with her head. You exhale heavily as you fall over, Sarah scrambling to pin you down while you're disorientated. "Luckily" she huffs "she taught me what to do if you misbehaved". You struggle, both to catch your breath, and to stop Sarah, but another reminder of how unfair the world is hits you, having hit puberty Sarah is now far stronger than you'll ever be, she probably didn't even *need* to hit you with a surprise attack like that.
In moments your little sister has you completely pinned, she sternly stares you in the eyes and mutters, as if recalling from memory "Ok, first we need to clean out your dirty mouth... open it"
You glare back at Sarah in what little defiance you can muster, she sighs at your petulance "Ok then" is all she states before spitting on your face. You flinch and open your mouth to yell at her, but she takes your opening as submission and spits again, her saliva splashing against the back of your throat, you gag and immediately close your mouth again, but Sarah doesn't relent, talking between shots. "Doug, open your mouth" *spit* "And don't swallow" *spit" "the longer you disobey the worse your punishment will be". Your face is coated, you have to close your eyes to keep them from getting spat on, you can barely breath through your nose without some saliva being vacuumed in and causing you to choke. Finally you give up, opening your mouth at accepting your punishment, Sarah smiles a little before getting back to work, spitting over and over until your mouth is fully to the brim with her spit. "Good job Dougie, now swishing it around until I tell you to swallow". You glare again, but do as she commands, swirling her spit in your mouth for several minutes until she nods and you gulp her load down. Sarah nods. "Good boy, remember, you're not allowed to use potty language like that in this house"
With that Sarah gets off your chest and hops on her bed, patting her thighs "Now come over here". You hesitantly walk over, and with a quick motion Sarah grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto her lap. You're confused for a moment before you feel a thumb slide down your back, sliding between your ass crack and your pants and hooking your undergarments. You start to *really* struggle then "Wait! Sarah no! I'm too old for a spanking!" You shout, kicking your legs and trying to buck to get off her. Sarah manages to hold you down with one arm while she works to pull your pants down with the other. "Sorry Doug, if you had opened your mouth when I said to you'd have gotten off with just a cleaning, but I can't let you be so disobedient"
As soon as your pants are pulled down enough to bare your ass Sarah gets to work, her palm cracks against your ass cheeks hard enough to echo down the hallway and you shriek in pain, her next spank hits and you start to cry "Saraaah" you sob as she picks up the pace, spanking you harder and faster "Please! I'm sorry!". Your sister doesn't relent for minutes, until you've used up all your energy struggling and are reduced to just sobbing, legs and arms dangling.
"Aww, poor big bro" she coos, changing modes suddenly, she lifts you up into a hug and you embrace her while sobbing "I'm sorry I had to do that, but mom was very clear on what to do if you misbehaved" As you begin to calm down, letting out a few last hiccupy sobs your sister asks "So, can you get your pjs on for me and be downstairs in 30 minutes? I'll have everything ready then", you don't trust yourself to speak without crying again so you nod, and Sarah kisses your cheek "Good boy", with a light pat on your tender tush she sends you off.
You make it up to your room and...
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