Pinky is getting spanked by his sister!

There's no sex in this branch.

"Pinky, you shouldn't play with that ball." Hazel warned her 14 year old brother. It belonged to a group of slightly older girls taking a break nearby, who didn't mind either way, and would be no big deal, except that Hazel looked up to these girls and hated her brother, always taking an opportunity to antagonize him. Her friends were all near with their arms crossed.

THUD

Pinky slammed the ball into his sister's face. The 10 year old girl shouted as their 32 year old mom came up and grabbed her son's shoulder and spanked him. The girls' team and others at the park all smiled and many laughed.

She spanked Pinky down a walkway that looped to a nearby picnic bench, where she sat atop the table's corner, then grabbed Pinky by a buttock and a shoulder to haul him over her lap. She grabbed his ass with both hands and slid him to her side, his head thrust forward so his field of view quickly went from smiling passerby at varying distances to grass not even a yard from his face, except when his back arched and he glanced around at everyone laughing in the meadow or by a tree.

She locked her thighs around her son's thighs and kept spanking him, with his head and arms flailing over the side of the bench.

His feet couldn't go anywhere and swung wildly every which way, and his shins piddle-paddled back and forth rapidly as his thighs shifted his heiny to be spanked at different angles, generally a flavor of sideways. His mom's palm kept spanking his denim clad bottom, a loud slapping sound alerting the whole park every new moment, a slow drum floating on his screaming and pleading.

"OH! MOMMY! I'M SORRY! WAHHH! AAHWWW! PWUEEZ STAWPP! WWWAAA~"

"No! You attacked your sister!"

"Yeah! My face still hurts!" Hazel smugly stated with her arms crossed. "I'd feel bad for you, but you really need a long hard spanking!" She wouldn't feel bad for him, ever, but often heard her mom use such a line on him.

This made their mother pause.

"Hey Hazel, do you want to give him some spankings?" When she briefly paused spanking, Pinky had hope that it was over with, but as soon as she said 'spankings' he cried into his hands and wailed while their mom continued. "Come over. Slap his butt." *SMACK SMACK* His sister obliged. "Do you want to give him a real over your lap paddling? Here, sit on that corner." She stood and held Pinky, a wobbling mess who would've collapsed if not for being held.

"Hey! Pinky! Kneel for her. Now!" She spanked and commanded and walked him around the picnic table, then grabbed just above his knees and lifted him forward, his belly falling on Hazel's lap, then pushed him forward, and Hazel did her part in holding her brother's shoulders on his way over, then grabbing his butt, shifting it right where it needed to be.

Unlike before, now his legs would dangle off the side, not held between his sister's thighs, and his torso flailing above sitting bench.

Hazel was a strong girl, only 10 years old but having trained regularly, was stronger than her older brother. She didn't much muscles like a freakish body builder of a girl, but her arms were denser than most girls, and could definitely do more push ups.

If she didn't have enough muscle to keep Pinky held in place, technique made up for it. Pinky was unable to push his feet in a direction that mattered. He kicked his legs wildly and swung his rear end but couldn't even get up from his younger sibling's lap. He couldn't even scratch at the bench seat as his sister held his wrists together behind his spine, both his arms pointing his ass. He begged everyone he could see but they all only pointed and laughed at him and called him names.

"Haha he can't even get out of her grip! AHAHA!"

"HEEHEEHAHAHAHA That poor brat! He's weaker than a little girl! You're in highschool! She's an elementary student. You're getting spanked by a little girl." Cora smiled sweetly.

"Your younger sister giving you a spanking, Pinky! How's that feel? It's justice!" April cherished.