“Ollie it’s already full!” Sunny shouted from the relative safety of the pool in their living room. She stood next to Jessica, both knee deep in the middle of a round inflatable pool that sat where the coffee table would usually be. There were luau decorations all over the house and an orange cooler full of beer next to the couch. The hose from outside snaked through the living room door and was curled up on the carpet.
“Where did you even get this?” Oliver asked, eyes wide as he tried to process what was happening. Ben stood behind him, mouth open as he did the same thing.
“Amazon,” Jessica said helpfully. “And we aren’t breaking any rules! Not technically.”
“Not technically,” Oliver repeated, turning to look again at his sisters. “Not technically? What has gotten into you two?”
“You said we couldn’t leave the house and we didn’t! Mom and Dad aren’t here and we moved everything breakable and we’ll clean up after,” Sunny said, crossing her arms. She wore a floppy white sunhat with a huge blue flower on it, large sunglasses, and a yellow bikini with strings dangling from the ties at her hips. Jessica was similarly summered, in a trendy green one piece and her own large glasses, though she slipped them off now and set them on a nearby shelf.
“You filled up a pool in the middle of the house! What were you thinking?” Oliver asked, still having trouble absorbing everything.
“It’s such a good idea! No one wants summer to end and it’s too cold outside but still pretty so we’re just going to have the party here,” Sunny said smugly. “We’ll clean up before Mom and Dad get home Monday.”
“Sunny,” Oliver said, focusing his gaze on her, “How are you going to get the water out of the pool?”
“I… ” she began confidently, but she didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “We…”
“Shit,” Ben said behind him.
“Shit,” Sunny repeated.
“Watch your mouth,” Oliver said to her sharply, and she gave him an incredulous look and gestured at Ben. Jessica elbowed her as discreetly as she could, and the youngest sibling looked at their brother’s face. He was moving past his shock.
“I want you out of the pool. Right now.”
The girls both took a step back as if on cue. “Oliver, come on, just think about it for a minute!” Sunny said, taking off her sunglasses. “It’s funny! And we didn’t hurt anything or break any rules!”
“You are both grounded! Throwing a party is breaking the rules! And this is insane, Sunny.”
“It was just on a list of creative back-to-school party ideas and we—“
Without any broadcast of his intentions, Oliver walked over and caught Sunny’s wrist before she could step farther back. She shrieked and pulled away, but with a swift jerk she was off balance and flailing to catch herself over the three foot inflatable edge of the pool. Her hat flopped. Oliver caught her around the middle and took some of her weight on his side, ignoring her hat as it fell to the ground. Jessica let out a small shriek of her own as her sister kicked up a bit of water and it splashed her middle. Oliver delivered half a dozen swats to her mostly exposed bottom; Jessica watched in shock from her front row seat as the color bloomed across Sunny’s skin.
Her hands flew to her bottom when he pulled her back up, glaring up at him as she tucked her chin against her chest. Oliver took a beach towel from the basket on a nearby chair, one which currently sported a small “Surf’s Up” banner, and tossed it on the floor. “Get out,” he said, then grabbed another towel and turned his attention to Jessica. “You…”
He walked around the living room, paying no attention as Sunny finally obeyed him, then stopped outside the pool by his other sister and dropped the second towel. “Come here, please,” he said calmly as she stayed just out of his reach.
“Ollie,” she said pleadingly, hating the thought of having to step into his grasp. He started to come around the pool, and she jumped away, then blushed. Her skittishness embarrassed her so much that she acquiesced, covering her face with one hand and stepping forward. Oliver pulled her to his side just as unceremoniously as he had Sunny, yanking her arm and then rapidly turning her bottom rosy. Her suit covered almost as little as Sunny’s, and her brother’s hand prints were clearly visible across her bottom as she stepped out of the pool seconds later.
Both of them pouted at him, but he paid no mind. “Dry off,” he ordered as he walked into the kitchen. He retrieved the familiar wooden spoon from its coffee tin and the largest pot he could find. When he walked back into the living room, he handed it to Jessica. “You can start emptying the pool.”
She looked like she wanted to protest, but didn’t have anything to say, so she took it with a pout and turned quickly around, dipping it furiously into the pool. Oliver turned to Ben, sucking in a lungful of air. “I’m so sorry, this is not what I was expecting to walk into. Obviously. Do you wanna go–”
“Anywhere. I want to go literally anywhere,” Ben said, looking relieved.
Oliver nodded, grabbing the car key from his pocket and tossing it to his boyfriend. “I’ll text you.”
Ben blew him a kiss, glanced regretfully at the girls, and turned to leave. Oliver turned to Sunny, who was still standing on her towel with her arms crossed and a pout across her face. When she saw him looking at her, she threw her arms down and began her defense. “This isn’t fair! We didn’t do anything that bad!”
“There is water everywhere, young lady. And that is just from filling it up,” Oliver said as he walked over to the cooler and sat down on the white lid. “Get over here, Sunny.”
“Ollie!” she huffed, but she did as she was told this time, closing the short gap between them and finding herself quickly positioned over his lap. He briefly contemplated taking down her swimsuit, but just as quickly dismissed the idea. It wouldn’t be necessary, though he doubted she would want to be in this suit for any reason for the next few days. Not after he was finished.
He brought his hand down hard on her bottom, soon covering any remaining fingerprints from the flurry of swats he’d given her earlier. She kicked at the floor as he spanked her, but he ignored her as always. In the meantime Jessica trudged back and forth from the living room to kitchen, dumping water out little by little and trying to ignore her sister’s spanking.
“There was a complete lack of forethought here. No one gave you permission to have people over, much less to throw a party. Even if you had the okay, this ridiculous pool scheme would have been vetoed.”
“It isn’t ridiculous!” Sunny yelled, kicking and reaching back, trying to block Oliver’s hand. Used to her antics, he pinned it easily, then reached for the wooden spoon.
“It’s ridiculous, Sunny,” he said as he brought the round end down hard on her bottom. “And delusional to think things wouldn’t get out of hand tonight. Do you know how much damage it would do if that thing leaked? Or even if just someone fell over the edge and dumped some of the water out?”
He paused the lecture and the spanking to adjust her body, moving her over one knee so his other leg could keep her flailing limbs out of the way. Low to the ground as he was on the big cooler, she was bent nearly in half as he resumed spanking her quickly heating bottom.
Her legs bucked up against his and she gasped. “Okay, Ollie, okay it was. I’m sorry,” she said, fingers stretching desperately toward her bottom but unable to reach because of Oliver’s hand around her wrist. He ignored her, knowing that it took more than a few swats to break through to his hard-headed little sister. He had not spared her thighs with his hand and was equally thorough with the spoon. Eventually the tone of her apologies changed, becoming higher and more urgent.
When he finally let her up, she dropped immediately to her knees and threw her arms around his stomach, burying her face there. Tears swam in her eyes and fell on his t-shirt.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head, spoon still in his hand. He didn’t allow her to rest there long. “Go trade places with Jessica,” he said after only a minute.
Sunny flung her head back so her long black hair trailed down her back as she looked up at him with wide reproachful eyes, but he made unrelenting eye contact and furrowed his brow at her. He put the spoon down as she stood, then rested his forearms on his knees and turned to watch their exchange. Everything still seemed wildly surreal as he watched Jessica give over the pan and Sunny accept it as her free hand sneaked down to rub her swollen bottom, all surrounded by leis and coconuts and cardboard parrots.. She bent over the edge of the pool, wincing, and set about her task.
Jessica’s mouth was turned prettily down as she shuffled over to her brother’s waiting lap. She might not squirm as much as Sunny, but her bottom didn’t fare any better under Oliver’s steady hand.
“Every time I think you girls have turned a corner, you pull something like this,” he scolded as he spanked her round behind. He paused to scoot the edges of her bathing suit out of the way, ignoring her squeal of protest. “You’d think you’d be finished sitting on a sore bottom by now.”
“Ow, I am Oliver, I am,” she said, her grip on her tongue loosening as he picked up the spoon. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, but he only increased the force of his swats.
“Well you better stop telling me and start showing me,” he said. “If you were sure this would be okay, you would have mentioned it. I am so tired of surprises.”
With that he finished up her spanking, snapping the spoon down relentlessly, until her bottom was as clearly and thoroughly punished as Sunny’s. Oliver held her for a moment after, hugging her tight and kissing the top of her head, right on the part between her two round buns. Then he sent her with a swat toward the kitchen, where she retrieved their second largest pan.
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By the time the pool was empty, both girls had sore arms as well as sore bottoms. He hadn’t let them change out of their suits until every decoration had been cleaned up and the pool had been dragged outside and deflated. They had been quick about that part, terrified the wondering eye of a neighbor was going to catch them clearly spanked and in their bathing suits as they desperately waited for the pump to finish. Then at last he watched them march their sore bottoms upstairs, where they changed into their pajamas and sent a few quick texts to friends, making sure the word spread: The party was canceled.
They came back down much subdued, and if they cast any gloomy looks, they wiped their faces clean of them when Oliver seemed to notice.
It was still early, and when Ben came back it was with bags of fast food and several half pints of ice cream. He hadn’t wasted his time away. Oliver smiled affectionately at him, not even pretending to be irritated or surprised that he now wanted to spoil his punished sisters. They canceled their evening plans, opting to stay at the house until later, and rented a movie with the girls instead.