"You will face fifteen from me and another ten as a bonus from your sister." Jimmy watched Bridget from his hiding place. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened, but closed again quickly. She just managed to quip "Now?" Her mother nodded and sat down on the bed. The shrunk boy quickly glanced at the clock. Just less than half an hour was left before he would start to grow again. But now he could not do anything with the window closed and three people being active in the room. There was no way he could get into the wardrobe or under the bed without being spotted. He just had to watch.
But what he saw made him raise his hand to his mouth to avoid shouting. The younger sister had walked past her mother and now stood close to her mother's right thigh. Jimmy could see the back of her small frame. Suddenly the nightie was lifted to the girl's arms and she bent to rest with her belly over the adult's thighs. She could neither stand or kneel properly and had to stretch her legs and rest on tiptoes to keep her balance. Watching from behind Jimmy could see everything imaginable.
"One." Bridget counted after she winced, when the hand struck her little buttocks for the first time. Jimmy had little experience with spanking but was relieved to see that it was not overly harsh. But it was much more than playful and the girl's butt would remind her of this treatment later in the evening. After the third swat Bridget flailed her legs, providing even more details of her lower body. "Phoebe, hold her ankles." Instantly the older girl took position and held her ankles down, spread apart enough to see that the fold was partly opened. Phoebe now looked directly towards the privates of her younger sister but her mother did not say anything. The counting was accompanied by "Ouwiiiee" or "Uffff" but went on until the fifteenth swat landed on the spot.
When Phoebe and her mother swapped places he could see that Bridget was fighting hard to hold back the tears. In his view she was a brave little girl. Quickly he counted the number of swats he would get by probably all of them if he was found naked in the room. Trespassing. Spying. Seeing what he was not supposed to see. Five hundred? That kind of number he only thought would happen in Arabic countries. He gulped. Meanwhile Phoebe was raising her hand.
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