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For my sister, who remembers the darnedest things.

Louise and Marie
by Mija

The sisters sat by their parents' pool in the California twilight. Neither lived in the house anymore and neither was sorry. But they missed each other. 3000 miles is a long way.

Louise told Marie about her wife and problems being married to a woman in the rural mid-west caused. Marie didn't suggest again that her sister move back to more tolerant California.

Marie took a deep breath and asked her what she'd thought of the stories she and Nick gave her.

"Were you surprised at how we'd met?"

"Only because I didn't know about computers and the net. . . . It made me remember that time you got me to spank you."

"What?!?" said Marie, setting her glass down too hard. "I don't remember that. You sure?"

Her sister smiled playfully. "I sure remember it. It was only once. When we were living in the Valley."

Marie flushed as her mind retrieved the memory.

Louise continued, "You were twelve then, I was nine. I think it was the only time in my life I really didn't like you at all. You were mean to me and made me feel so little and uncool."

"Because you were taller than me. I hated that."

"I'm still taller than you."

"I know, but I'm not twelve anymore."

"Anyway, we made a bet on a coin toss. If you won I was going to have to make your bed for a week. You know you made me make your bed a lot."

Marie nodded, hypnotized by the memory, recalling the thin red shorts she was wearing.

"And if I won, I got to give you twenty-five whacks as hard as I wanted with a ping-pong paddle. I thought there was a trick, that you'd get to hit me, so I made you write the bet down. And you did."

Marie looked Louise in the eye as she paused for breath. "And then I lost."

"Then you lost. I remember walking back to the pool-house with you, feeling gleeful. Realizing I was going to enjoy spanking you. Wondering if you'd take your shorts and panties down. You were biting your lip nervously. I was glad."

"You were?" Marie looked surprised.

"I was. When we got there you bent over the bench and I picked up the paddle. I didn't even ask if you were ready but whacked you once, not too hard - but it was loud. You didn't even feel it. And you made fun of me."

"I didn't!" Marie looked embarrassed.

"You did! So I pulled your shorts and undies right down and gave you the rest as hard as I could. I loved watching you squirm and try not to cry. By the time I finished I felt sorry for you and I didn't hate you anymore. That night we even played dolls for the first time in months."

"I don't remember that."

"I do. And that's why what you and Nick do is no big surprise."

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