Five more

"What have I told you about language!?" Mother suddenly roared as the expletive left Rose's mouth. "Five more!"

Rose wanted to argue, but knew it would only make matters worse. The words vanished from her mind too, when she suddenly felt her mother grabbing at her thong, pulling at it.

Rose gasped as she felt the thin fabric slide all the way to her ankles and was about to complain when the first slap landed hard on her now bare buttocks.

Two more came and Rose screwed her eyes up tight, feeling the strength sapped from her body, practically hanging lifeless over her mother's lap.

The fourth drew a whimper from her and her eyes opened again, realising that her head was now hanging perilously close to her brothers lap, his boxers covering the still obvious buldge.

As the final slap hit her arse she gave up on all pretense and just let herself hang there, useless, until given permission to move.