Her poor sister again

Sam continued to dance around her room like a lunatic. She couldn't believe what had happened. Sam had just spanked her sister and Tammy had made no effort whatsoever to stop her. "This is too fuckin' good to be true!" said Sam as she fell back onto her bed and began to laugh out loud.

Tammy was also in her own room but she wasn't laughing instead she was very confused. Confused and sore. Tammy didn't know what had happened. All she knew was that there was a fear that had come over her that had intensified when Sam had entered the kitchen. She had submissively laid across Sam's lap and had let her younger sister spank her. Somehow Tammy knew she wouldn't tell anyone, couldn't tell anyone, and that she would have to suffer in silence. However as Tammy paced her room, her confidence began to return. Tammy didn't know what caused her moment of weakness but it seemed to be ebbing fast. She began to seethe about what just happened. Tammy wanted retribution, she wanted to barge into her sister's room and slap her silly.

For some reason Tammy just couldn't.

It took a while for Sam to calm down. Sam had just experienced a rush like never before. She looked across the room to the full length mirror and saw the euphoric girl that looked back. She also saw the laptop that sat on the floor. If possible Sam's smile got even wider. Sam reached down and picked up the laptop. The screen saver showed a picture of Sam with one of her friend's kitten. Sam moved a fingertip over the pad and the picture disappeared. In its place was the home page for bullyher.com. All fields were blank. "It must reset itself when the bullying is done," Sam mused aloud. She began to fill in the fields again.

Victim's Name: Tammy

Action: ................

Follow Up Action: Cry

Location: Victim's Bedroom

Bully (Optional): Sam

Sam pondered over what action to choose. "How to bully her? How to bully her? Ah! Life's full of tough choices." Eventually Sam opted for Happy Slapping. Again she clicked on the ACTIVATE.

In her own bedroom Tammy suddenly shivered. Her anger and confidence began to rapidly fade to be replaced with the feeling of dread and fear she had experienced earlier. Tammy sat on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. "What's going on with me?" Tammy asked no one. "What's wrong with me?"

"You're a stupid bitch!"

"W-What?" Tammy had not been expecting a reply and looked up in surprise to see her sister standing in her bedroom doorway. Tammy wanted nothing more then to slap that smug look off Sam but for some reason she felt paralysed with fear.

"Because you're a stupid bitch!" Sam said cheerfully. With a smirk on her face, Sam began approach her sister. "Because you're a stupid bitch!" Sam practically sang. Tammy just watched Sam's advance like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "You're a stupid bitch!" Sam grabbed Tammy's wrist. "You're a stupid bitch!" Sam slapped Tammy's face with her own hand.

"Ow."

"You're a stupid bitch!" SLAP. Sam continued to sing the line.

"Ow."

"You're a stupid bitch!" SLAP. Tammy didn't know why she wasn't fighting back. Instead she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

"You're a stupid bitch!" SLAP.

"Ow. Please stop." Tammy's cheeks began to turn red.

"No. You're a stupid bitch!" SLAP.

"Ow. Pleeeeaaaase stop," Tammy begged.

"Say 'you're a stupid bitch!'" SLAP.

"Noooo," sobbed Tammy. The tears were beginning to run down her face.

"Say 'you're a stupid bitch!'" SLAP.

"I'm a stupid bitch," bawled Tammy.

"Again." SLAP.

"I'm a stupid bitch."

"Louder!"

"I'm a stupid BITCH!" Tears streaked Tammy's reddened cheeks.

"Yes you are." Sam gave one final SLAP and let go of Tammy's wrists. Tammy immediately wiped her eyes with her hands. Sam ruffled her sister's hair in a condescending way, almost like Tammy was her kid sister. "Today has been fun don't you think!"

Not waiting for an answer Sam virtually skipped out the room. She could hear Tammy sobbing as she left. Sam was on cloud nine as she returned to her own bedroom. Sam didn't care about her sister's feelings because she now had purpose; a mission. That mission was to make a list of people who she wanted to bully and how. Sam knew she was going to be busy for the rest of the day.

Very busy.