The Liar - Part 1 (Patreon)

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It was just a little harmless fun... Well, mostly harmless, anyway.

Dorothy didn't think of herself as a mean person, just a curious one; if she heard something that seemed unlikely was possible, she just had to know if that was true, by whatever means necessary. So, when her new stepsister, Alex, claimed that her father - now Dorothy's step-father - still spanked her, when she was really naughty, she just had to know, for herself, if that actually happened, or if it was Alex being overly dramatic.

After all, Alex was nineteen, just a year younger than Dorothy, certainly old enough that she shouldn't need spankings anymore, if she ever really had. Dorothy's mother didn't believe in them, so she'd never experienced them first hand, and she wasn't certain she believed anyone actually did them in the first place. They just seemed so cruel... But, Alex swore she'd been spanked many times, and recently, so Dorothy assumed that they weren't as bad as she thought, if people used them on actual children.

Of course, her curiousity didn't extend to allowing it to happen to herself; she claimed it was because she didn't know her stepfather that well, so he would be less likely to spank her, even if she did something really bad. If Alex's stories were true, however, she knew that he didn't mind punishing her if she needed it. So, all she had to do was make him think that she needed it.

It took Dorothy a while to decide on the perfect story... Probably longer than it should have. Alex was a freshman in college, and struggling with several of her classes. Despite still living at home, she was having trouble adjusting to her new schedule, and more difficult courses, so, nearly every day, her father would ask her how she was doing, and she would, reluctantly, tell him. Since it was college, though, there was no report card for him to look at, and he just had to trust that she wasn't lying.

They were one of the few people under the age of sixty-five to still have a landline and an old fashioned answering machine, and Alex's father had insisted that she use that number on her college paperwork. They'd never actually called, but that had always struck Dorothy as strange, and she'd filed that bit of information away until it might become useful; now, at last, it was.

"Umm... Charles?" she stuck her head into his office one evening, giving him a tentative smile when he glanced up from his desk at her. "I have something I... Well, I hope Alex told you, but... I..." she hesitated, staring back down at her feet until she was invited into the room, sitting down in front of his desk. With a sigh, she blurted out her story. "This afternoon, there was a message from one of Alex's professors on the machine, saying she had failed her big assignment, and she might not be able to pass his class. I-I didn't know it was for her when I pressed the play button, or I wouldn't have listened to the whole thing, I swear! B-But then, after she got home, I noticed the message was gone. I'm sure I didn't delete it, because the light was still on.... M-Maybe it was an accident..."

Her stepfather nodded. "Thank you for telling me, Dorothy."

She quickly retreated to her bedroom, almost giddy at having pulled it off. It wasn't that she wanted Alex to get hurt, she just wanted to see if her dad was actually going to spank her. The house was large, but surely, if he did, she'd be able to hear it, especially since their bedrooms were right next to one another. On the other hand, if he called Alex into his office, that was a little further away, so she might have to keep an ear out for that, then listen outside the door... It would be a shame to waste it, after all, or have to do it twice.

Nothing happened that night. Dorothy spent the next day wondering what had went wrong, if she should try another tactic, how long she should wait so as not to seem too suspicious, too preoccupied to bother going into work. She wouldn't have been any help, anyway, with so much on her mind, so it was no big loss for her or her co-workers.

That afternoon, she heard a banging on her bedroom door. She hopped off her bed, opening the door to reveal a very angry looking Alex on the other side, arms crossed. Without a word, she grabbed her older - but much smaller - step-sister, shoving her across the floor and bending her over her desk, giving her a hard swat on the backside. 

"H-Hey, what are you doing?!" Dorothy gasped, squirming in place, unable to escape the larger girl's clutches as she rained more spanks down on her wiggling bottom, before pulling down her pants, and then, to Dorothy's horror, her underwear, leaving her half naked, door wide open. "St-stop it!" Dorothy whined.

"Did you try to have this done to me, you little brat?" Alex finally spoke, shoving a hairbrush under Dorothy's nose. Dorothy's watery eyes widened at the sight, shaking her head automatically, not wanting to make her step-sister more angry; she wound up doing the opposite. The next thing she knew, the hairbrush was coming down hard on her bare bottom, far more painful than Alex's hand had been. "This morning, Daddy told me what you told him," she said, continuing to swing the brush as she spoke. "It's a good thing I only had one big project due this week, so I could easily call my professor and have her tell Daddy what a great job I did."