Punish Emily for being unfair

"I'm going to make it easy on you. I want you to do something that should come naturally to a big brother." Her laughter comes through the speakers again. "In fact, I'm going to make it so easy on you that all I'm going to ask you to do is something that you've been doing ever since I moved in with you."

"And… What's that?"

"Well, ever since I found this — I mean, ever since I discovered my new abilities — I've been pretty out of line." A strange noise next you makes you jump, and when you look to your right, a thick leather paddle appears next to you, hovering in space. You shake your head at the lacquered handle and the leather hanging loop coming off the back. "I want you to take that, come into my room and make me apologize to you."

"Emily, what are you talking about?" You don't touch the thing. Is this a trap?

"I was a bad little sister, Dylan. I took your room, and I need you to put me back in my place." The paddle bobs a little in the air, but you still don't grab it. "Come on, aren't you just a little annoyed with me? This is your chance for payback in two ways…giving me what I deserve for being a brat, and repaying part of my $20 million gift to you."

"Em, I can't —" You're cut off when the paddle moves sharply, striking you across the face and making your cheek sting. It goes away after a second, and it surprised you more than it hurt you, but you still don't reach for it.

"You have two options, Dylan." The paddle starts flashing around in the air on its own, and you back up. "You're going to tan me with this and show me what a bad little girl I've been…or it's going to tan you on its own, and if that happens I'll make sure that it will never get tired of its job." The gleaming instrument floats back over to you, presenting itself handle first.

This time you grab it, if only to buy yourself some time.

"Okay, you got it, Emily." An excited giggle comes from your computer, you can hear Emily clapping her hands. It freaks you out a little that you don't hear the same sound echoing in the next room. "Are you...in my computer somehow?"

"Not anymore!" Emily shouts, the sound coming from back down the hall again. "I'm in my room, and I'm waiting for my punishment…" She says the words in an excited singsong voice that makes you nervous. You know she's up to something here, but you have no idea what it is. You pace slowly out of your tiny new room and into the hall, trying to delay whatever it is Emily's about to make you do.

The first thing you notice is the red tone of the light coming from your old room. You pause for a second, gripping the paddle harder as you swallow the lump in your throat. The door to the room is mostly closed, and when you push it open again, you can't believe what you see.

Emily's bent at the hip over the side of your bed, which is no longer dressed in normal sheets — neither hers nor yours. Her forearms are sinking in to a sheet of solid red latex, and your sister — your little sister — is clad in a black short-sleeve button-down latex shirt with red trim trim on the end of the sleeves and the collar. A hip-hugging red latex skirt is under it, and she seems to be wearing smoky translucent rubber stockings paired with dangerously high seven inch black heels in glossy lacquer.

It's so familiar to you that it's freaking you out. The bedding, the outfit, the pose… You look back at the paddle in your hand and realize it's not just any paddle. It's a replica of something you've seen before. Emily turns around, grinning at you.

"I take it from the look on your face that you know exactly how this is supposed to play out," she says, biting her lip. Good God, it's not just the clothes. The eyeshadow and lipstick, too. Every single detail. She didn't waste any time familiarizing herself with the plastic tote she found earlier.

"Emily, you--this is from..." You can't even finish the sentence. Her mouth is hanging open, her tongue sticking out as she gives you a stupid smile and nods her head vigorously.

"Why watch the video when you can play the lead role, Dylan?" She assumes the position again, closing her eyes and biting her lip. "Now tell me what a bad little sister I've been, Dylan." My face drops as she wiggles her latex clad ass at me. "Come on, Dy-lan... ♪" She pouts. "You were the boss of me when this day started...don't you still want the position?"

You tremble a little as you watch the tight rubber hike itself up her thighs, showing you where the latex stockings end — just like in the video. The red latex pulls up over her ass with a rubbery creak, exposing her shapely, pale rear.

No! you think to yourself. Not shapely. This is my sister's ass! The paddle moves in your hand, making you gasp a little and bring you out of your train of thought.

"Remember what I said," Emily says, the submission temporarily disappearing from her tone. "Either you use it on me...and make me believe it--or it uses itself on you." She lets out a dark little laugh. "Don't keep me waiting, Dylan. You don't want that paddle to get bored."

You take a deep breath, looking at the gleaming leather in your hand. You're not really being given a choice here.