in this story the person who becomes a very little girl starts of a slightly small teen aged woman
Half Sisters[/u]
“So what is my ‘babysitter’ going to do [/i/if I just want to go out, spank me?”
17 year old Kimberley giggled at the thought. They were having breakfast. She had dressed casually. Her hair was in an unfashionable bun giving a sense of height. She also had the heeled shoes with lifts and the padded push up bra. She did look like a nearly adult.
Sarah, the 13 year old prospective babysitter sat next to her half sister. She was in jeans a t-shirt and a sweater. Even in bare feet she was taller than Kimberley in heels, lifts and big hair. She was also stronger.
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Sarah remembered 4 years earlier. She was an 85 pound 9 year old four foot eight tall. Her half sister, Kimberley, was 101 pounds and pretty well five foot tall. Kimberley had not wanted to babysit.
Kimberley kind of knew that Melissa, her step mom, had felt that by the age of 7 Sarah was too old to spank. Sarah, at 7, hated being spanked, with Mommy’s hand over her dress and panties.
After she shouted at her half sister Kimberley was able to pull Sarah over her knees, pull down her jeans and panties and really hurt her with a hairbrush.
When she heard of it Melissa had said she would prefer that Sarah did not get bare bottom spankings. Kimberley pretty well knew that her step mom did not think Sarah should get any spankings however she gave severe spankings onto Sarah’s panties.
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Melissa had agreed when she married, Joe, to treat Kimberley as her child. Everyone was sorry for Kimberley. Her mother had checked in on the flight of a plane that had collided with a military tanker plane. None of the relatives even had bodies to bury
They were both very shocked when it turned out that Sarah was on her way. Melissa of course loved her biological daughter. However she bent over backward to be fair to Kimberley.
Joe had been an apparently successful financial operator. He had once more or less owned the biggest employer in the small town of Twyford. He sometimes seemed to own the town. Kimberley got 100% spoiled all the time.
Joe had moved from mail order to credit and related activities. He no longer had much of a share in the mail order Business
Kimberley was not liked much in her home town. She thought everyone should treat as Royalty because her father was, or seemed to be, the richest person in town. Joe also spent a lot of time away
That meant that most of the time it was Melissa who had to cope with Kimberley. Melissa was a kind nice person. She always gave in to Kimberley. Her step daughter had this magic formula
“My REAL Mom would have let me..”
Joe had made a lot of money. His methods were sometimes on the edge of ethics and legality. Other times he went over the edge
He had moved to England because it was harder for the SEC to get at him, Again Joe was very busy and away from home a lot of the time away.
Kimberley got even more out of control. Her father was away a lot of the time. Sarah took responsibility for things. She helped her Mom a lot home and worked hard at school. She also grew a lot physically. She was quite an athlete.
It was unusual for a school to have a girls’ cricket team. Sarah, despite being ‘a yank’ captained the junior girls’ team and bowled quite fast. Another game Sarah liked was table tennis. This was to become quite useful.
Kimberley did not like her half sister. She had found out that for a while the worry about their father’s legal problems had caused a lot of worry for Sarah. She had a bed wetting problem for a while when she was 11. Kimberley told all Sarah’s friends when they moved to England that until the previous year she ‘needed nappies’ which was a gross exaggeration.
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Things got worse. Joe was arrested. They had big financial problems. It looked that they might have to lose their home.
Kimberley’s behaviour was more out of control than ever. Sarah was the model school girl and daughter.
Then came the huge shock.
*****
Abigail, Kimberley’s Mommy, had tried hard to love both her husband and daughter. Even at 3 there were the first signs of Kimberley being wanting to be a spoiled princess.
Abigail had wanted to have her own career, not as lucrative as her husband’s but something that was hers.
Joe discouraged Abigail. He was not delighted when he found out that Abigail had been left a legacy by her parents.
The teacher and the shop clerk had planned to be able to retire. They cared about the environment. They bought an island. It was a small place but it had the most lovely scenery and you could see amazing birds and also look at seals and also get a view of passing whales and dolphins.
The modest cottage was wholly self sufficient. There was a powerful battery which was topped up both by solar cells and by wind turbines. There was a very good well for water.
The plan had been to start renting it out for vacations. A large amount of food had been bought.
Joe had pretended to be impressed by his time with Abigail and Kimberley on the island. Kimberley, predictably, had been ‘bored’.
Abigail had wanted to spend one more day on the island. So Kimberley and her father took an early morning flight. Abigail had decided to check in advance. That would make her feel less stressed when she took the evening flight.
Abigail sailed her boat to the island. She planned to sail back and get a train to the airport in the early evening.
Abigail tripped over. She was unconscious for two days. She suffered total amnesia. There were no people but there was food and all she needed.
Abigail survived for two years. There were tinned and dried food and also fresh fruit on the trees. Finally another sailor found her island, his dinghy was grounded on the beach by a storm.
It took another year for Abigail to understand what had happened. Abigail did contact the now remarried Joe. She decided not to disturb things
Abigail returned to Twyford a few months after Joe, Melissa and the girls left for London.
Abigail had found the man of her dreams. Peter was a kind man who cared, like Abigail did, about the World and shared her love of learning. Peter and Abigail shared everything both their eco tourism business and care for their daughter Emily.
Peter got a very aggressive cancer and died. Abigail had work she needed to do in England.
Abigail read of her former husband’s arrest extradition. She worried about her daughter.
Abigail had never seen Melissa. It was 14 years since years since she had seen Kimberley. Abigail did do some work talking to possible customers.
One day she knocked on the door she knew belonged to her daughter and her step mother. Melissa was quite interested in a holiday which would be mainly looking at wildlife. Abigail was very proud of the tall girl who was at the other end of the room clearly deeply engaged in school work.
Abigail invited Melissa for lunch the next day. Abigail was delighted with Martha, the nanny looking after little Emily. Abigail gently told Melissa who she was. She suggested that maybe they could move back to the US with her and Kimberley and Melissa could help with Emily.
It was a shock when she discovered that Sarah was not her daughter.
Abigail invited Melissa, Sarah and Kimberley to move into the rented house she had, that avoided the risk of them actually ending up on the streets.
The first night Sarah babysat Emily and Melissa and Abigail took Kimberley out to a play. Kimberley complained how boring the play was and did not like the food at the restaurant.
Sarah told them how much she had enjoyed looking after little Emily, even though she had a messy diaper and Sarah and to be careful with the pin on cloth diaper. Sarah had especially liked reading stories to the 20 month old.
It had taken a little while for Melissa to persuade Abigail that her 13 year old could be a babysitter rather than needing to be babysat.
One way or another until they moved in together Kimberley had not seen much of her real mother.
The second day it was Sarah’s chance of a treat. Kimberley was to baby sit. The movie they had wanted to watch was cancelled. So Sarah came home early with her mother and sort of step mother.
Kimberley had been incredibly careless. Firstly she had left the front door unlocked and it was in fact open. They could hear poor little Emily bawling.
When they got upstairs they found that her bottles (with Abigail’s own milk) had not been fed. Neither had she been changed.
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Melissa and Abigail both had to be out the next day, Saturday. Abigail had kind of thought that the 17 year old could supervise both the 13 year old and the baby. This was clearly not practical.
Kimberley had arrived home after midnight having drunk a lot. It was rather too easy for under aged people to buy alcohol in British pubs and the legal age was 18. Kimberley was wearing a short slutty dress when she came in.
So it was that Kimberley’s “Real Mother” told her what would happen. She would spend her time in her room, except for chores. She was to do her home work. Sarah was to babysit her.
That was the point Kimberley made her ‘satirical’ comment. She laughed as she queried whether her half sister could spank her.
Now Abigail would not have wanted to spank little helpless children. However she was losing her patience with he clearly totally spoiled and immature teen daughter.
“If you need to spank the child you have my permission.”
Kimberley said.
“Mom, you are crazy.”
Sarah said
“I think you should apologise to your Mom.”
Kimberley said
“Shut up, goody two shoes.”
Sarah then asked:
“Abigail, Ms Palmer, I think Kimberley’s insults deserve a spanking.”
Abigail nodded.
Sarah stood up and grabbed her half sister by the ear. By this time Kimberley for all her 17 years was only five foot and half an inch and weighed 105 pounds. Sarah, though only 13, was 150 pounds, and five foot five and she had far more muscle than fat.
They struggled. Kimberley efforts at kicking failed. She found herself over her younger half sister’s lap. Kimberley’s jeans were undone and came half way down.
Kimberley’s panties were sexy and thin. They gave very little protection against Sarah’s strong heavy hand
Whap, whap whap.
It may have been humiliation as much as pain but Kimberley cried.
Abigail was embarrassed too. She felt her own daughter needed what was happening. Melissa kind of wished she had arranged trips over knees much sooner
The 17 year old went to her room and did her home work. She said to herself that this was the worst day of her life. She thought it could not get worse. She was wrong.
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Kimberley was sort of a good girl, or seemed to be. She did wash the breakfast dishes. She did not leave the house. She did spend time in her room doing homework. On the other hand she tended to answer her younger sister in single words.
She slammed doors. She seemed to stamp when she walked.
Sarah had babysat babies and kids up to nine. With older ones although she set boundaries she still tried to be friends. She decided to do the same with her half sister. Since Kimberley had washed the dishes, if badly and had been to her room, if with bad grace Sarah wondered about a kind of reward,
She thought she could find out Kimberley’s favourite ice cream. She knocked on the door. Kimberley did not answer. Sarah entered. She saw what was happening.
Kimberley’s ‘home work’ seemed to consist of watching rather raunchy pop videos.
The computer in Kimberley’s bedroom was a desk top. Sarah pulled out the plug.\
“What the hell are you doing?”
Asked the 17 year old.
“I was popping in to ask if you wanted some ice cream because you were being a good girl and doing your homework, only you are not are you?”
Kimberley lied,
“Well I was only taking a little break. Please let me get back.”
Sarah had a friend who was a computer whiz. He had a programme for helping people who sometimes lost work. Sarah switched on the computer and put in the disk. It showed what the computer had been doing over the previous three hours.
There was much more pop than homework. There was even some porn.
“I think Kimmy needs a spanking.”
Sarah knew that Kimberley considered Kimmy to be a childish name and she hated it.
It did not take much of a struggle to have Kimberley over Sarah’s knees. When Sarah went to get the disk to check the computer she also went into the kitchen to get a wooden spoon. This had made no sense to Kimberley
For five minutes Sarah’s spanked her older half sister. She used the spoon to really hit her hard on her thin panties.
Kimberley cried and kicked and struggled but it was not use.
It was actually baby Emily’s cries that ended the spanking. Sarah went to check on her. A cuddle and hug calmed down the girl who had been lonely in her play pen despite all those soft toys
Sarah had promised to cook a meal for the family when her mother and step mother came home. If she had not Kimberley’s bottom would have got even more attention. So Sarah pulled off her half sister’s jeans and led her downstairs by the ear. She pointed to a corner and ordered Kimberley to stay there
“If you move you will get a REAL spanking bare bottom in front of your real mother.”
Kimberley was bored and uncomfortable but she remained in the corner for two hours. Then her step mother arrived home. A few minutes later her ‘real mother’ came in.
Kimberley was silent during the meal whilst her biological mother congratulated Kimberley’s half sister on her babysitting skills. They also agreed to have a family meeting at breakfast the next day
The final indignity, that day, for Kimberley was when she was sent to bed at 8pm. Her bedroom door was left open to make sure she did not get out of bed.
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Just after she was went to bed Kimberley’s real mother went into her room. Abigail talked to Kimberley
“Please do come down and join us for breakfast at half past eight. We are going to have a family meeting and make some decisions.”
Although she was in bed Kimberley found it hard to sleep. She thought about the previous two days. Friday had been very much as normal.
She, sometimes, did go to the further education college she attended (a British institution half way between a High School and a Community college) she had spent Friday being provocative. She wore very visible striking make-up. Her panties were visible because she had her jeans low. They said
“One Yank and they’re off” An old British joke about women being available to GI’s in World War Two. Kimberley had been aware that her American accent made her noticeable.
Perhaps because of her size Kimberley wanted to make it clear she was an adult. That was one of the reasons she went into bars, in her mind an adult activity. She had not had actual sex but wanted to appear a sexual person
Lots of students at the college did not really like the small loud American. The one who was most offended was Roberta Murphy. She had been brought up in New York. Her mother had followed her British husband back but he then disappeared.
Mrs Murphy worked long hours as a waitress. She insisted her children speak correct English. People who had talked to Roberta on the telephone were always surprised when they saw that she was an African American.
Roberta had a slight tendency to correct other people’s mistakes in public. She did this especially loudly to Kimberley. She felt that the other small American lady was damaging her nation’s reputation.
Kimberley used to laugh when Roberta said
“Do you mean ‘are not’ when you say ain’t’”
Kimberley used to giggle when talking to Roberta. When asked why are you laughing she would say
“I am not laughing I am sniggering.”
Roberta said:
“But that’s the same.”
Kimberley said
“No its not. Snigger combines snob with the word for people like you.”
It was not unusual that Kimberley missed her 9am class. She attended classes on the fashion course from 11 to noon. She had lunch and then went off to the shopping centre.
In the bar that Friday evening Kimberley wore a short dress. It showed her shoulders. It gave the impression she had cleavage. Boys got lots of glimpse of her slutty panties and stocking tops.
Then Kimberley thought of the nightmare which was Saturday. Being spanked twice was bad enough but that it was her younger sister made it so much worse. She finally went to sleep about about 2.30 am.
Kimberley woke up at quarter past eight. Her mother, step mother and two half sisters were getting ready for breakfast.
Kimberley could easily have got down stairs in good time. However she wanted to assert her adult status.
*****
Kimberley had a long shower. She spent twenty five minutes after that adjusting her ‘forbidden desire’ make-up. She put her hair up as much as possible. She also got into her heal and lift shoes. As usual she had a bra combining elements of push up and padding.
She looked like a girl of nearly 18. This was NOT her natural appearance.
Kimberley went into the dining room at 9.15. Her mother got up. Abigail was actually a little shorter than her daughter (when Kimberley was in heels and Abigail in sensible shoes. Abigail hugged her daughter
“Kimberley, we really love you, but we do need to make some changes.”
Kimberley sat at the table. She was offered cereal when it was clear from the pile in the sink that other people had enjoyed a cooked breakfast.
“What about pancakes.”
Abigail explained:
“Those were for people who arrived on time.”
Kimberley got up and walked towards the cooker.
“I’ll cook them myself.”
Then her mother explained
“The family met and made some decisions. We will be moving back to Twyford in the US next weekend.”
This pleased Kimberley, her comment was
“Cool.”
“We have also decided to help you,”
Continued her mother.
“You have been spoiled and acted like a little girl a VERY naughty and VERY little girl...
“So from now on you will be treated as a little girl, and little girls cannot be trusted with the cooker.
“And little girls do not look like that; we need to go to the bathroom.”
Although she could have resisted her mother Abigail allowed her Mommy to tale her hand and go upstairs.
“Make up is for mature women and slutty make-up like this is not for anyone in this family.”
Abigail proceeded to scrub her daughter’s face clean of makeup.
“Now child, we need more suitable clothing you should undress.”
All this was more embarrassing because Sarah had followed and was enjoying what was happening.
Kimberley said
“I won’t undress in front of her.”
Abigail said:
“Sarah, could you undress your LITTLE sister.”
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Kimberley did not want another spanking. She allowed her younger sister to undress her. Once Kimberley’s blouse and super bra were taken off, Sarah giggled
“Do you call those boobies? There are boys with more on top than you.”
Kimberley blushed. The tight woollen vest which replaced the bra flattened such chest as she had. Her new shoes made her feel very small. Both Sarah and Abigail held her hands. Melissa agreed to baby sit little Emma
The first place Sarah and Abigail took Kimberley to was a hairdresser. Her hair was cut. Also the heavily treated up-do was replaced by pig tails.
Then Kimberley had to call on four high end stores in the mall. She handed back stolen clothing. On each occasion she handed back the stolen clothing. She also had to say, loudly,
“I am very sorry for stealing. I promise not to do it again. I have asked my sister to spank me for my naughtiness.”
Each time she also had to give a low curtsey. She lifted her green skirt. She was also wearing socks, all her garter belts, pantyhose and stockings had already been confiscated.
Then she had to go to a pharmacy. The slutty make-up she used had been purchased. She had the receipts...The partly used stuff was to be put on a fire. However there was some that could be handed in for store credit.
Roberta Murphy, from her school, was doing part time work that Sunday. She was instructed to go to her.
Roberta gave Kimberley the credit note. Abigail then asked:
“Do you have a very heavy hairbrush; it is mainly needed for lower down?”
Sarah patted her half sister’s bottom, not too gently.
“I think we can find something, anything else.”
Sarah then said:
“Have you got some really strong tasting soap, somebody needs a mouth cleansing?”
Kimberley was, of course, expecting a spanking when they got home that evening. She had a couple of shocks.
Firstly two of Sarah’s friends were there. Secondly so was Roberta Murphy from her college.
Sarah said:
“Since this spanking is going to save you from serious criminal consequences, I think you should be grateful. Will you curtsey and ask for the spanking, or should we perhaps make a police report.”
Kimberley reluctantly obeyed. She curtseyed and said:
“Sarah, I was very naughty please would you spank me.”
Both Roberta and Sarah’s little friends could not help laughing at this
Sarah sat on the sofa and patted her lap. Kimberley lay over it.
Slowly and carefully Sarah lifted Kimberley’s skirt out of the way. This was not a total surprise. Next her panties came down.
Kimberley tried to resist and complain.
“Hey you can’t,”
Sarah had firm control of the small delinquent. Then it started
Thwack!
It hurt more than Kimberley expected
Again WHAP!, WHAP!!
Within fifteen seconds Kimberley was yelping more than crying. The spanking went on for fifteen minutes.
Abigail then had another announcement
“I think Kimberley’s filthy mouth needs scrubbing, Ms Johnson, would you help my daughter have a cleaner mouth.”
Fearing a further spanking Kimberley opened her mouth. She expected a cake of soap to be put into her mouth. However before that happened the African American student literally scrubbed the inside of her mouth.
After the mouth scrubbing was completed a bar of soap was put into her mouth and Kimberley was sent to the corner. She found walking with her panties round her ankles hard...
“Lift your skirt and hold it up.”
Ordered her real mother
Pizzas were delivered. The pizza delivery boy got to see Kimberley’s very red bottom.
Kimberley did not get to eat either the Pizza or the ice cream. She did get to was the plates and cutlery
She was sent to bed at 8pm
Kimberley did not enjoy her last week at the FE College. Sarah walked her to and from college, firmly holding her hand. The 13 year old had adopted the hairstyle and shoe style the 17 year old once had. She towered over her older sister/
Whilst in the college Roberta Johnson took her by the hand from class to class and supervised her private study in the library. Kimberley was given some instructions about her future education. She did not so that home work.
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On Friday Kimberley left college. Sarah left her British secondary school. They arrived at the Airport at 4.30. The plain left for the West Coast at .5.30. Sarah read some of the work which he had been told would be part of her new assessment. She then went to sleep.
Kimberley watched the most stupid movies and drank lots of coffee. They arrived at Seattle at 7pm local time, which was 3am British time. Sarah managed a short sleep on the next flight to the nearest airport to Twyford. Kimberley drank more coffee.
They arrived at their new home after midnight. The bedroom Sarah and Kimberley were to share was decorated in pink but not that girlie in other ways. Sarah managed to sleep despite Kimberley staying up.
So by the time they had breakfast Kimberley was still pretty tired and Sarah was totally alert. Both girls had been given information about their new schooling. Sarah had read it. Kimberley had not.
After breakfast Abigail announced
“Time for school.”
Kimberley was shocked, she was tired and annoyed
“But it’s Saturday.”
Abigail explained.
“We gave you both the information. The schools here are normally Monday to Friday, just like in Britain. However they decide grades based on test results. They have made arrangements. Your test is at 9.30.”
The two girls looked similar as they walked on Main Street. Both wore blouses, skirts and knee socks. Each wore flat shoes. Sarah’s hair was straight and Kimberley’s in pig tails. It was clear that 13 year old Sarah was taller than her 17 year old half sister. Neither had a bra but you could see that Sarah would soon really need one and Kimberley would not.
Another factor making it seem that Kimberley was younger was that her mother was firmly holding her hand.
Kimberley sat at a desk six foot from Sarah,
Sarah had read what was expected. She had practiced both hand-writing and arithmetic without a calculator. Sarah actually enjoyed the work she was doing.
Kimberley had a different experience. She had not done arithmetic without a calculator for seven years. It was about the same time since she had hand written more than fifty words at a time. Here she had both ordinary multiplication and division sums and long division and long multiplication. In addition she had to write two thousand word essays and answer some comprehension questions with actual sentences.
Kimberley was also finding concentration hard. She was aware within twenty minutes of the test starting that she needed the bathroom. It was made very clear that she would not be allowed to leave her desk until the test was over.
By the time she got to the multiple choice part of the test Kimberley was really struggling to concentrate. She knew the right answers for 44 out of the 60 questions but checked the right box on only 37.
Kimberley was very relieved when the test was over. She dashed to the rest room. She was very relieved to be there in time.
Kimberley felt equally uncomfortable being walked home. Again her real mother firmly held her hand.
Whilst they ate lunch Melissa explained the education system in Twyford. The year Kimberley and Melissa had left for England there was big change.
Twyford is a small and very compact town. It is on a plateau around where the two rivers met. Its population is about 8000.
When she left Twyford Kimberley had been at the junior high school and Sarah and the elementary school. Things were now different. The old High School became the Eastern School. The old elementary school became the West School. That was the school where they had taken the tests.
Civil Rights laws said you could not have single sex schools. Any parent could send their son to the West School. However uniform rules would be applied. Because the schools were so small, it was decided that children would be in grades according to test scores.
After lunch there was a telephone call. The school advised Melissa and Abigail of the grade
Sarah, still only 13 would go into 9th grade. She would need the High School uniform. Kimberley on the other hand would be in 5th grade with 9 and 10 year olds.
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Just before they had left Twyford four years earlier, Kimberley had been incredibly rude to people. She got away with being rude to teachers. Part of this was people still feeling sorry for her because of the apparent loss of her real mother. Mostly it was her father’s status. Ms Watson, who had taught 7th grade when it included Kimberley had awful memories.
Two sisters had a nightmare with Kimberley. Ann and Jane Chang had lost their home when their father took up with a younger woman and divorced their mother. One result was that the then 13 and 6 year old wore visibly worn clothes. It was especially bad because their family had run the main clothing shop for three generations.
“How’s the rag doll?”
Kimberley used to ask Ann, loudly and regularly. Jane had not understood why her father did not like her anymore and why she and hers sister had to live in one room.
Sarah had tried hard to be nice to the Changs when she met them.
Just after Kimberley and her family had moved to England Mrs Chang had found a good lawyer. She and her daughters moved back into the nice apartment over their shop. Their dad moved away and became a realtor in Seattle
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So it was Ann Chang, now 17 who helped Abigail and Melissa with school clothing for their daughters.
Sarah got the high school uniform. It was grey. It included a skirt and blouse and grey pantyhose. Shoes were not prescribed. Melissa bought her hard working intelligent daughter some sets of athletic shoes for when she wanted to be doing athletic things but also some really fashionable heels.
Kimberley was in a different position. Ann carefully measured her. She then showed her the elementary school uniform, which was what 5th grader would get. It was a pink and white pinafore or jumper style dress.
“You're going to be such a pretty little girl...”
Remarked the young shop assistant shop. Kimberley lost control. She threw the childish dress onto the floor. At that point Abigail said:
“Sarah, can you deal with my daughter, I have a hairbrush in my purse.”
Now the shop was quite crowded. As well as school things the Changs shop sold some quite fashionable things teens.
“Can I borrow your changing room?”
Sarah asked as she grabbed the 17 year old’s ear. Mrs Chang nodded.
For ten minutes there was a mixture of sounds in the shop. People could hear the very loud whap, whap of Sarah’s hairbrush on Kimberley hieney. They could also hear babyish bawling. There were also lots of giggles.
Kimberley was in a lot of pain when she curtsied and apologised to Ann Chang. Ann talked to Kimberley’s mother.
Abigail said:
“Young Ms Chang had suggested you might like some new jammies. I think these would be very practical.”
The pajamas were pink with a picture of couple of white rabbits. They had feet on them. Anna undid studs on the rear to show the drop seat.
The whole shop except Kimberley laughed. She cried.
Kimberley spent two hours that afternoon in her school uniform. She was in a corner. The panties were around her ankles. She was holding up the childish dress. Her mother had chosen the front room, right on the street. The drapes were open.
Lots of kids who remembered the rude arrogant girl who thought she owned the town happened to find reasons for walking down the street where she lived.
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Just after breakfast on Monday Sarah noticed her mother helping little Emily. She had unpinned the 22 month old’s cloth diaper and sat her on the potty
“Who’s a clever big girl?”
Melissa said as Emily tinkled into the potty.
Sarah talked to her half sister?
“I think Kimmy should go potty too.”
Kimberley was insulted. Though she was starting to be aware of a need to go to the bathroom she did not go.
Sarah took Kimmy’s hand and walked her to school. The West school combined all ages but there were different entrances. Sarah was not the only High School student taking a relative to the elementary school.
Actually she did not look different to Ann Chang taking Jane to school. The difference was that Jane who was dressed in a jumper and in cute pig tails was 10 and Kimmy was of course 17.
Ms Watson, the Elementary principal, welcomed her newest student.
“I have some good news for you. You know your class teacher, Ms Green.”
Miriam Green remembered Kimberley very well. They had been in 7th grade together. Miriam had been behind other kids because she had to fight a life threatening illness and was in hospital a lot.
Now 19 she had not only graduated High School but also started working on her teaching qualification. She was for the last few weeks of the summer class acting as home room teacher in one of the elementary classes.
Kimberley thought Miriam had been her friend. Actually Miriam had barely tolerated her because her parents encouraged her to be nice to everyone.
Ms Green was dressed in a rather severe blue pant suit. She wanted to convey authority and knew that this was harder at only 19.
Ms Green talked to the class about the beauty of poetry. She was half an hour into her talk when the newest little girl got up.
Actually Kimmy in her jumper and pig tails looked a lot like the other girls and was by no means the tallest in the 5th grade class, Miriam knew she needed to establish her authority:
“What are you doing child?”
Kimmy still thought the acting teacher would be her friend and cut her some slack.
“Miriam, I need the bathroom.”
Miriam found ways to establish her authority
“Calling teachers by their given names is rude child. And Kimmy should have gone potty before school started. I will take you to the bathroom at recess. We will need to deal with your rude mouth.”
Kimmy found it very hard to concentrate on the lessons for the next 60 minutes. At the end of it Ms Green took her ear. Half the class somehow needed the bathroom.
Kimmy had to let Ms Green push a very wet piece of soap into her mouth.
“That better stay there until the end of recess, unless you want it there during Ms Blake’s math class too.”
At last Kimmy was able to use the bathroom for its more usual purpose. She was very relieved. However Ms Green made sure that Kimmy was in the yard with the other kids after she had tinkled. They all saw the green cake of soap in the rude child’s mouth.
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Sarah walked Kimmy home. Her friend Ann Chang walked with her and 10 year old Jane. Of course Sarah held her half sister’s hand very firmly. Jane was felt to be safer and did not need her hand held.
Jane told Sarah about how naughty Kimmy had been.
“I think rudeness like that needs a spanking as well as a mouth soaping.”
Ann told her 13 year old smart friend that she would not be needed to work that day. Sarah invited Jane and Ann for tea and cookies.
“I think Kimmy should wait in a corner thinking about the spanking she will get at 6pm.”
Sarah opened the drapes. She ordered her half sister to lift her jumper dress. She then pulled the 17 year old’s panties down to her ankles.
As she was finishing her cup of tea Sarah told Ann, I think that this would be a good room to do the spanking. Oh and I think we should leave the drapes open so I can use natural light.
Just before Six Melissa and Abigail arrived. Abigail had also brought little Emily who had been in day care.
“Time for Kimmy’s spanking.”
Said Sarah,
“Not here!”
Yelled Kimmy. She struggled. Sarah enjoyed it all the more when she had to drag the 17 year old over her lap to the sofa.
Whap whap whap.
Very quickly Kimmy felt a lot of pain. She struggled and kicked but the spanks kept coming. She caught a glimpse of about 6 girls she had known 4 years earlier when they had been in the same class.
Kimmy kept struggling and was soon also bawling. Jane opened the window. That meant the girls on the street could hear the whaps and the babyish crying whilst Kimmy could hear he giggling,
After fifteen minutes, which felt like that many hours to the naughty one Kimmy was sent to the corner.
This was followed by another hour of corner time for Kimmy, showing of her now very red ass.
The next morning just after breakfast, as the older girls were about to go to school, Abigail was able to see that little Emily was about to pee. She lifted her toddler out of the high chair and sat her on the potty chair.
“Arn’t you a clever girl.”
As happened the previous day Sarah talked to her older half sister
“I think Kimmy ought to go potty too.”
Remembering the previous day Kimberley went to the bathroom.
“Isn’t Kimmy a clever big girl.”
Sarah was smiling broadly as she made the remark.
For the next three days Kimmy did her best NOT to draw attention to herself in the 5th class.
On Friday there was reading practice. Kimberley had always found reading out loud very hard. She made four mistakes when reading out a chapter of Little Women. She was very relieved when Ms Green asked Amy, a bright 8 year old who had been promoted to fifth grade to read.
Other girls read out of different books. After Jane Chang, who was the last to have a turn Ms Green went back to Kimberley
“Kimmie, you really do need to read out loud. Try this book.”
Kimberley read, with a very red face.
“Sue and Fred live with Mommy and Daddy in a small house. They have a cat named Tom and a dog named Fido.”
Everyone in class knew that the 17 year old was reading from a 1st grade reader.
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Earlier in the week Ms Green, whose grandfather had taught maths and who had helped her explained all kinds of less difficult ways of doing arithmetic with bigger numbers. Kimmie had not been listening.
Kimmie half remembered the traditional methods for long division and long multiplication, though she tended to make mistakes.
They had half an hour to do 10 hard looking sums. The first one was 13279 divided by 49. Two desks away from Kimmie Emma puzzled too. Then she remembered some of the ‘tricks’ Ms Green had taught them. It took Jane four minutes to do the work. Jane started by dividing by 7. She got the correct answer.
Kimmie tried doing one of the tricks, but she had confused multiplication with division sums. Ms Green had told the girls that all the division sums would work out to whole numbers. She started dividing by 50, it got her nowhere.
It took Kimmie six minutes to get a wrong answer. Kimmie also struggled with the other questions.
After the recess the 19 year old substitute teacher had an announcement.
“The girl who did best gets a prize. “
She handed a 10 year old small candy bar.
“After school Kimmie will get a different prize, in my office.”
The rest of the class giggled.
Kimberley was surprised she had got a prize. She knew she had only answered 7 questions and was not sure.
“Kimmie, even though you are by far the oldest in the class you came last. Your prize is help to make sure you do better next time.”
Ms Green sat down and patted her lap. Kimmie feared worse so she took up the position. Ms Green explained more
“Last week I lifted Dawn’s dress and used my hand on her panties. This week she moved from 23rd to 17th in the class”
Kimmie felt her jumper coming up.
“However you did so much older. So...”
Kimmie felt her panties coming down. She saw he hairbrush. Although not as severe as the last spanking Sarah had administered Kimmie felt a lot of pain during the next five minutes. She cried and she kicked.
“Next week we will do the test in the morning. If you are last again you will get the paddle and will spend afternoon recess in a corner holding up your jumper.”
Kimmie heard giggles. Several of her class mates had heard.
Kimmie was aware of quite a lot of pain as she was walked home. Again they walked home with the Changs. Young Jane had a suggestion
“Amy is a nice girl. She came third in the test. She helped me a bit with this. I think it would be REALLY good for Kimmie if Amy helped her with the math at the weekend.”
On Saturday morning Sarah collected a package from England. She knew that her half sister would soon feel even younger and more childish if not infantile.
On Sunday afternoon. Kimmie spent three hours with little Amy. Ms Amy Jackson was very hard working and intelligent, that was why she was in the 5th grade class, but she was actually smaller than the average eight year old.
Kimmie was not sure whether she hated it more when her visibly little tutor said:
“Well done, clever girl.”
Or whether it was worse when the small 8 year old said to the 17 year old 5th grader:
“Don’t be stupid.”
At five pm Sarah was listening
“At last I’m finished with the brat.”
Although Kimmie whispered her insult Sarah heard. Sarah made her loud announcement:
“Kimmie said a nasty word about Amy, She is now going to curtsey and ask Amy to take her to the bathroom for a thorough mouth soaping, after an hour in the corner.”
Sarah gave careful instructions to the eight year old fifth grader. At just after six Amy reached up and took Kimmie’s ear. She was walked up the stairs. Sarah gave Amy a plastic apron. Kimmie was ordered to kneel in front of the younger girl. She hand to watch whilst Amy totally soaped the wash cloth.
Amy spent fifteen minutes scrubbing the inside of the rude, ungrateful adolescent’s mouth. The eight year old’s small hand was a real advantage in this process. Amy was invited to supper. Kimmie spent supper in the corner of the dining room with a cake of soap in her mouth.
Kimmie was sent to bed at 7.30. She heard this was an hour before her 8 year old class mate’s bedtime.
Now Kimmie was a caffeine addict. The rest of the household had tea when they wanted hot drinks, except that Emily had warm milk.
The package that Sarah received was sent by Roberta Murphy. She had two great grandmother’s who had been wiccans who knew about herbs. The mixture in package did taste a bit like coffee. It was useful in some cases for people with high blood pressure. It tended to increase kidney and bladder activity.
The mixture also tasted a little sweet. Sarah mixed it. She offered her half sister a couple of cups of coffee.
As it happened little Emily had an accident that morning. Abigail was not able to put her toddler onto the potty chair.
That Monday morning Sarah did NOT remind Kimmie about ‘potty’.
*******
Kimberley had started to be aware of the need for the bathroom. She did not have time to get there before arriving at her class. However, she had not wanted to be noticed so she went to the back row of the class
Half an hour into a two hour class her bladder was demanding attention. She put up her hand. For ten minutes Ms Green talked to the class about Abraham Lincoln. She ignored the girl at the back of the class for as long as she could.
Miriam Green at last asked her
“Kimmie, you have a question?”
“Ms Green, may I have permission to use the bathroom?”[/i]
Ms Green remembered how cruel Kimberley had been when Sarah had a bed wetting problem. The poor nine year old had heard teasing because everyone in her school had been told, by her half sister, that she often needed diapers.
“Kimmie, do you know the school rule about the bathroom.”
“I am not sure Ms Green?”
Miriam sighed. She then said
“You should have the rule book in your bag, read rule seven.”
Kimberley read She was slow and hesitant. The rule said
“Hall passes shall not be issued. Students outside the pre kindergarten and kindergarten are expected to use rest rooms before school, at recess or at lunch.”
Miriam then said:
“Did you think the rules did not apply to you? Or were you too stupid or immature to go potty at the proper time, Kimmie? Permission is denied”
By recess time Kimberley was getting REALLY uncomfortable. Ms Green made an announcement
“Today we will be orderly. The class will leave single file starting with the front row.”
Kimmie really struggled. As she finally left the class she was aware of a slight leak. Then she saw the line for the rest room.
Then Kimmie no longer needed the bathroom. Other girls saw the stream and the puddle. Kimmie’s face went very red
Jane Chang saw, she inwardly smiled and went to the School nurse. The nurse was busy with a girl who had cut herself during games. She also thought that changing children who wet themselves was not really her job. The nurse said
“She can go to Molly Hughes.”
Molly Hughes had not graduated from the high school. She had been in the same grade as Kimberley. She remembered how much Kimberley had teased her. She had complained. Kimberley had ruined her 12th birthday. Kimberley had arranged party on the same day and invited all of Molly’s friends, but not Molly
Molly was an assistant in the Kindergarten and Pre kindergarten section. She helped kids who needed extra help. One of the things she did was help when little girls had ‘accidents’. Molly had been very sympathetic when a couple of girls in 4th grade had been ill and got the same problem.
“Did Kimmie wet her panties like a baba; does she want to be changed like a baba?”
Kimberley said nothing. She let the 18 year old remove her jumper. She lay on the plastic covered oversized changing . tab;e
“Somebody really did lots of wee wee.”
Molly washed Kimmie’s special area with a baby wipe.
“If this happens again you will have to see the nurse, babies who wet themselves do not have big girl hair there, not that you have much?”
Kimmie blushed. Molly produced a pink and white pair of thick cotton towelling panties.
“You are very lucky; some of our kids are overweight, so there are toddler trainers in your size.”
Kimberley saw the insulting underwear. She shook her head.
“If you prefer I am sure there are diapers in your size.”
Molly smiled and she continued:
“Kimmie you have two choices, you can say
‘pwetty please, would Ms Molly put lil' Kimmie in toddler twaining panties’
“Or I will look in our diaper drawer.”
Molly held up her cell phone to record as the 17 year old who had not so long ago acted as if she owned the town said
“Pretty please will Ms Molly put Kimberley in trainers?”
For the rest of the day Kimmie got comments about her ‘accident’. After school Jane was very pleased to tell her sister and Kimberley’s half sister what had happened. Sarah had done acting lessons. She managed to seem surprised.
“Obviously I need to remind Kimmie about going potty more often.”
When they got home Sarah had a question for Kimmie:
“Is forgetting to go potty at the right time and making an icky puddle in the corridor a good thing or a naughty thing?”
Kimmie said
“It’s not my fault, I couldn’t help it.”
Sarah said:
“Not answering your baby sitter is rude, so unless you want your punishment to include a soapy mouth you should answer my question.”
The 17 year old was barely audible
“P peeing on floor is not good.”
Her 13 year old sister went on.
“What should Kimmie ask for when she has been naughty? I’ll give you a clue you can bring my hairbrush when you curtsey and ask.”
Kimberley was very red faced. She went upstairs. She offered her half sister the heavy hairbrush. She then curtsied and asked to be spanked.
The spanking only lasted for five minutes. However it was painful and humiliating. Kimmie cried and kicked. Her corner time lasted longer and not only did she have to hold up her jumper dress but also she knew that her childish training panties would be on display for her mother.
Just after Abigail arrived home with little Emily the little one needed changing. Sarah took the opportunity to ask
“Does Kimmie need to go potty?”
Kimberley got that question six more times before she went to bed.
Half way through breakfast, with Emily on the potty chair, Sarah again asked the 17 year old her insulting question
“Does Kimmie need to go potty too?”
As Kimmie was finishing her breakfast Sarah, kindly, offered her another cup of coffee. It tasted sweeter than usual. (Sarah had doubled the additive.)
The first session of that day was gymnastics. As soon as the lesson started Kimmie noticed a need for the bathroom. She also struggled because she was not as flexible as her younger classmates. Forty minutes into the class she was in agony.
The class had been on for about an hour when it happened. Kimberley was using all her strength to hold herself up on two parallel bars. Certain other muscles had less strength. The whole class saw her pink leotard suddenly turn yellow.
Ms Patterson was very angry. She asked Amy, the youngest in the class, to walk the 17 year old to Molly Hughes room. Again the 17 year old had to politely ask for toddler training panties to avoid being put it a diaper.
Molly then walked Kimmie to the school nurse. Kimmie had to lie down whilst the nurse thoroughly shaved her little bush.
The gym class had not quite ended. Ms Patterson finished it with a fifteen minute spanking for Kimmie
16 little girls watched as the tall athletic teacher had the 17 year over her knee, with training panties around her knees and jumper right up. WHAP, WHAP .WHAP!
Kimmie struggled a bit but it was hopeless. She kicked and bawled like a baby. It seemed to go on all day.
All Kimmie was aware of was the pain. It went on and on. She was barely aware that the former professional athlete who was teaching her physical education was only using her hand. It hurt as much as Sarah with the hairbrush.
At lunch time Jane texted her big sister. Ann Chang told Sarah what had happened. Abigail agreed to meet them after school.
Kimmie was surprised when her mother arrived. Abigail held one of her hands and Sarah the other.
They walked to the Chang’s shop. Kimmie blushed as her mother asked:
“Do you have any training panties which would fit this young lady?”
Mrs Chang shook her head:
“No, I ordered some especially for the school, but I can get some for tomorrow.”
Kimmie was relieved not to have any further spankings. She was however reminded a dozen times between getting home and bed time about ‘going potty’.
Sarah let Kimmie read a little, after she was sent to bed at her usual 7.30. Sarah even made some sweet coffee.
Kimmie woke up in a wet bet bed.
Kimmie had lots of anxiety but no actual accidents at school. That afternoon Sarah collected her.
Kimmie was very embarrassed to be taken into the fitting room for training panties to be fitted. Mrs Chang had another suggestion
“I think she may have to take some wet things back. We are used to that problem, with some many Mommies, like yours using cloth diapers, there is a special bag with a waterproof compartment, and it has enough room for school books.”
Sarah also talked loudly about Kimmie’s wet bed and a plastic sheet was purchased.
The training panties were thick terry cotton. There was a special thicker section in the appropriate area. They did not have plastic waterproof covering. Sarah was again very happy to offer her less mature sister coffees. That evening, Kimmie found herself being reminded to go potty very often and usually needing to.
Kimmie was very embarrassed that all the girls in her class and most of the kids in the school knew she was carrying a diaper bag for her own needs
Again she woke up in a wet bed. Sarah again gave her a humiliating reminder as Abigail was putting the not yet 2 year old on the potty chair.
It was the day of the math test. Half way through Kimmie really needed the bathroom. She tried fighting it but after 15 minutes just soaked her training panties
Kimmie came 17th out of 23 in the maths class. That was humiliating for the 17 year old amongst all those under 11s. At the end of the test she was again walked Molly for a change:
As the pre kindergarten assistant was washing round Kimmie’s now hairless special area Molly remarked:
“Maybe you would be more comfortable in the pre kindergarten girls, they are more used to soggy accidents.”
Texting is very efficient as a means of communication. Lots of girls from Kimmie’s old class from 4 years earlier happened to be at the make-up counter when Kimmie had to go to a different counter and buy some dri nites.
Kimmie was grateful that there was just one more week of classes. Kimmie had 5 soggy accidents between Monday and Thursday. She also needed three spankings by Miriam Green,
There was no math test that Friday. However there was an extra physical education session. The worst thing happened. Kimmie hoped the training panties under her leotard would hide the slight leak. Then she was told to do more vigorous exercises, and then there was no more hiding the wetness.
On the last afternoon there was a whole school assembly
The Principal agreed that the assembly would be extended. There was one more 15 minute section. It was Kimmie’ spanking
The sound of the 17 year old’s bawling filled the school hall as the small paddle again and again landed on her very soon totally scarlet rear.
For the rest of the assembly lots of girls looked to the left of where the announcements were made
Kimmie had been told her hold her jumper dress up, with trainers around her ankles during her most public yet corner time.
Abigail made an announcement at breakfast the next morning, Saturday:
“I think Emily is ready for proper potty training, no more diapers for Emily?”
Again Sarah gave Kimmie a couple of extra cups of special coffee. Kimmie had hoped that the training panties would not be put on her when away from school, with its strict limits on potty break.
Kimmie’s initial refusal to wear the trainers got her five minute visit over Sarah’s knees. Although the spanking was briefer than and not as severe as the one given by Ms Patterson the previous afternoon, it did hurt a lot.
About an hour before they were to leave Emily asked for the potty.
Abigail unpinned her diaper and sat the nearly two year old on the potty chair. Sarah, not yet 14 talked to her nearly 17 year old half sister
“I think Kimmie should go potty too.”
The late teen girl stamped her feet as she went up to the bathroom. Sarah offered Kimmie another cup of coffee.
Kimmie had not been happy when her mother took her out with the toddler. They did not go shopping first. It was a nice summer day. There were some swings at a little park. Emma got put into one especially safe one.
Kimmie shook her head vigorously when Sarah asked
“Does little Kimmie want to play on the swing.”
After 40 minutes Emily was bored with the swings. Abigail took her daughter’s hand. Sarah took Kimmie’s hand. They first walked by the river. There was a little waterfall.
Sarah and Abigail talked about potty training techniques. Kimmie had started to need the bathroom before they had left home. Now it was getting uncomfortable.
Finally they got to the Chang’s shop. They talked about Emily
“Emily sort of knows when she needs the potty but it is hard to unpin her diapers in time sometimes.”
Mrs Chang offered a packet of disposable pull ups. Abigail explained:
“I do feel that disposables are bad for the environment.”
Mrs Chang showed a set of training panties very similar to the ones under Kimmie’s dress. Sarah had a question.
“Will they be enough protection?”
Abigail remarked
“The thing is Emily does not leak, when she tinkles it is a lot, I fear there would be a lot of puddles.”
Mrs Chang went to the back of the shop. She came back with a pair of training panties, also in pink and white terry cotton but with a clear plastic on the outside.
“I think these panties will avoid any puddles if Emily has accidents.”
At this point the weakness of training panties without plastic backing became clear. Kimmie had been aware of a slight leak before they got to the shop. Suddenly she totally lost control.
Kimmie blushed. Sarah rubbed in her humiliation
“Did lil’ Kimmie have an accident?”
Kimmie then cried.
Mrs Chang went to the back of the shop again. She came down with another pair of plastic backed training panties. These were larger. She said
“I think Kimmie is in luck, lots of toddlers are being trained later and are a bit overweight, I think these will fit her.”
“And we have some bigger changing pads; you could take Kimmie into our yard.”
Abigail made the purchases. Sarah led Kimmie by the ear into the yard. Sarah laid the pad onto a bench. Ann and Jane watched as Sarah used baby wipes on Kimmie’s hairless special area. Sarah then said:
“I think I need to chat to Abigail about Kimmie. I think she needs a spanking. Would Ann like to hold up the child’s legs? Then Jane can practice spanking in the diaper position, which would be so appropriate.”
Jane was not an especially tall child and was only 13. Kimmie probably felt more humiliation than pain as the hairbrush repeatedly landed on her butt. She was so helpless, she did cry quite a bit.
After her spanking Kimmie again saw Sarah. She had the plastic backed training panties. They did look rather as if she were in a diaper. As she arrived back in the shop from the back yard Abigail had an announcement.
“As you know I am taking time off work to properly potty train Emily, Sarah has agreed to help trying to potty train little Kimmie.
“Emma has a new dress, now she is not in actual diapers.”
Kimmie saw her nearly two year old sister. The green and white striped dress went down to the toddler’s knees. When she had arrived in the shop Emily’s frock was a proper baby one, showing off the diaper. This one hid her underwear.
Sarah smiled as she said
“And we have a matching dress for Kimmie.”
The dress was indeed styled very similarly to the toddlers. There was one difference. It was a bit shorter. There was a real risk that people would get glimpses of the 17 year old’s babyish training panties.
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Kimmie was very careful as she was walked home. She was aware of Sarah holding her hand very firmly. Emily was sat in an ordinary chair at the table. She was given a sippy cup with juice. Sarah asked Kimmie
“Do you want a coffee?”
Kimmie nodded:
Sarah then offered Kimmie a sippy cup with slightly cooler than usual coffee with lots of milk.
“Hey I want a proper cup,”
It was her real mother who talked to the 17 year old
“Kimberley, you do need to have some fluid, you can either have coffee in a sippy cup or cranbery juice in a baby bottle.”
The 17 year old loved sweet coffee, she accepted it in the sippy cup. 45 minutes later Kimmie went upstairs to the bathroom. She could not get in.
“Hey, I can’t open the door.”
Sarah walked up the stairs and smiled:
“Child, little ones need to learn to ask when they need to go potty.”
Sarah paused:
“Does Kimmie want to go potty?”
Kimberley yelled:
“Yes, I need the f***ing bathroom.”
Sarah talked to her technically older sister
“Child, you are going to need to be potty trained. Unlike Emily you will need to hold on because at school you cannot just go when you want to. By the way we need to take you to the kitchen for a mouth soaping and then I will ask you again.”
The strong tall thirteen your old took her 17 year old
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Half sisters a female regression story (Read 13885 times)
