Margo's Revenge


by Sisyphus

Warniing: This story involves both the humiliation and punishment of a boy as well as the punishment of his sister. Don't read if you dislike the punishment of girls.

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Margo's brother, Bill, was thirteen years old and in the eighth grade, the eldest of the four Adams children. He liked to bully his sister, who was three years younger, and he derived great pleasure from tormenting her because she was so easily intimidated. Sometimes he even chased her around the yard with a stick that he aimed at her legs to make her run faster. Her other two brothers, the twins, were six and only just starting school. They didn't seem to care whether Bill hurt her or not, or else they were too afraid of their big brother to protest his treatment of Margo.

Sometimes Bill's bullying got so fierce that Margo would run into the house in tears, and her mother would have to stop everything she was doing to comfort her and lecture Bill about the need to care for his sister.

Finally, one Sunday evening, her father declared at the supper table that he had had enough of Bill's picking on Margo. He said that he had decided it was time to teach Bill a lesson and thus stop this kind of behavior. He was going to give Bill a whipping after supper.

No one at the table said much after that, and when the meal was done, Margo's father marched Bill into the living room and told him to prepare for punishment. The living room door was shut to keep prying eyes out, since the father preferred to chastise Bill on his bare bottom, using a doubled-up belt. But everyone in the house knew what was going on. They could hear Bill's yelps of pain as the belt found its mark, and they heard all his pleadings that he would behave and never again bully his sister.

Margo got a secret satisfaction out of every cry she heard coming from the living room. Although she couldn't see the action, she could imagine her brother's suffering with each stroke of the belt, and she suspected from the cries of anguish that he was being beaten without his pants on. The twins, however, suffered for their brother, and one of them even shed a few sympathy tears.

When the whipping portion of the discipline was over, the father told Bill to stand up (he had been lying over the father's lap) and pull up his trousers. The father then said that this was just the first half of his punishment and that Bill must now go and apologize to his sister.

With a tearstained face, Bill went with his father into the kitchen, where Margo was drying the supper dishes. He stood there for a moment, trying to think of what to say, and then blurted out, "Margo, I apologize for being nasty to you. I will not do it any more. So please forgive me."

Margo was about to assent, when her father interjected. "Now, Bill, to make sure that you never forget your lesson and apology, I want you to obey your sister's demands for a full week. You will do whatever she asks until the week is over. Is that understood?"

"A week?" Bill groaned.

"Yes, a full week," his father replied. "And Margo, I want you to tell me if he doesn't do what you ask. If he refuses or fails to follow your orders, let me know and I will blister his backside so much that he won't ever want to sit down again."

Margo, with an inner glow of pleasure, said, "That seems fair enough. Thank you, father." Bill moaned as he rubbed his rear, which was still on fire from the encounter with the belt a few minutes before.

Margo then turned to Bill and handed him the towel. "You can begin by finishing the dishes."

There was nothing Bill could do but take the towel and begin wiping the remaining dishes. He knew that he would have to comply or face the prospect of an even sorer back side.

The next morning Margo gave her books to Bill to carry to school, and he had to walk with her up to her classroom door while all his friends stood there watching him as he handed her books to her. At recess he had to endure their questions and subsequent taunts regarding why he was being so nice to his little sister. He tried after school to avoid her by walking rapidly towards home, but she caught up with him and made him carry her books again.

Tuesday was even worse for Bill than Monday had been because, it seemed, Margo kept thinking of new demands to put on her brother. It was as if he could never escape her clutches and he was constantly having to put aside what he wanted to do to satisfy her every whim. It was torture.

By Wednesday he was completely fed up with the sentence his father had given him. He almost decided to refuse Margo's further demands, but then he remembered the pain he had suffered three days ago. He now only hoped that the next four days would go quickly so that he could stop being her slave.

That afternoon, as always, their mother went shopping, taking the twins with her to help carry the bags of groceries. Their father was still at work and so only Margo and Bill were in the house.

Bill was planning to get a head start on his homework, but Margo said that she wanted to play the game of "Houdini" with him down in the basement. They had recently seen a documentary about the great magician on television. Margo explained that in the game she would tie Bill up the way Houdini had been tied up.

"If you win the game by escaping from the ropes within twenty minutes," she said, "I will not ask you to do anything more for me for the rest of the week."

The challenge seemed to Bill to provide the possibility for escape from his subservience and so he quickly followed his sister into the basement. There was where his father maintained an exercise room with bars, a stationary bicycle, and other body-building equipment along the walls.

"Take off your shirt," Margo said to her brother.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because that's the way Houdini was dressed when they tied him up," she replied. "Don't you remember?"

He reluctantly took his shirt off to reveal his bare upper torso.

"Now put your hands out," Margo instructed.

He did so and she tied them with a rope that she then, using a small step ladder, hooked through one of the metal pull-up loops that hung down from the ceiling. She pulled the rope tight enough so that Bill's arms were raised above his head. She then she secured the rope to one of the exercise bars so that his arms could not be pulled out of that position.

At this point Bill began to work his hands in order to loosen them from the rope, but she told him to wait a minute, that she had to tie his feet first before he could begin trying to get loose.

Margo then prepared two lengths of rope each with a noose at one end. When these were ready, she undid Bill's belt and slipped his trousers and underpants down to his ankles.

Bill let out a yelp. "What are you doing?" he yelled. "This isn't the way Houdini was tied up. It's no fair. I'm going to tell mother."

But Margo acted as if she didn't hear him and quickly slipped one of the nooses around one of his ankles as he tried to kick her. She secured this to a metal climbing bar. She then grabbed his other ankle and tied it to another piece of exercise equipment. His legs were now pulled apart, and though both feet were still on the floor, he could move them no more than an inch or two around the space where they were planted. He was naked except for his shoes.

"You have twenty minutes to get free," Margo said, and stood there to watch his struggles.

At that moment they both heard the doorbell ring upstairs. Margo went to answer it. Bill struggled but could not loosen the bonds in any way.

Margo soon returned, followed by almost all the girls in her fifth grade class and some of the ones from the fourth grade as well. They went over to Bill and began to touch his skin and poke him in the ribs to watch his response. One of them fingered his belly button, others touched the cheeks of his backside, and one even touched his penis.

"Stop that," Bill screamed, "I'm going to tell mother and dad when they get home, Margo."

But his protests did nothing to stop the investigation. One little girl fingered his genitals and noted to her companions that there were two of them. Another pulled at the small tuft of protective hair that was just beginning to sprout around his private parts. By now all of them wanted to feel his penis, which they did in turn. They were quite amazed when it began to grow in size, and commented to each other on the fact. Bill continued his yelling protests, but to no avail.

After about fifteen minutes, Margo told all the girls that they must leave now. She ushered them to the door. Then she returned to Bill and untied him, pointing out that he had not won the game. He just kept telling her he was going to let their parents know what she had done. But Margo didn't seem to care.

Unknown to him, she had charged each of the girls a quarter to see her brother nude and had thus collected a tidy sum, a fact that she later never revealed to any member of her family. After Bill was free, Margo went to her room to deposit the money in her piggy bank. She then sat down to do her homework.

That evening at supper it quickly became clear that Bill had indeed told his parents about the incident in the basement that afternoon. Margo's father and mother said little as the dishes of food were passed to their children. Finally, her father spoke.

"What you did this afternoon to your brother, Margo, was a terrible thing. Where you got such a notion, I have no idea. But from now on Bill is relieved of his responsibility to do as you order him. I think he has learned his lesson, and now you need to learn yours."

Margo silently stared at her plate. She had no idea what he might have in mind.

"After supper," her father continued, "you will be punished with a belt, just as your brother was a few days ago. We will not have that kind of behavior in this house, and you need to learn that lesson tonight."

Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, "Since you displayed your brother's bare bottom to all your friends, I'm going to let your brothers have a full view of your bare bottom as it turns from pink to red."

Margo shuddered. "But that's not fair," she pleaded. "You never let me watch them get punished."

"None of your three brothers have ever done anything as nasty as you have this afternoon," her father replied. "Now get up and wash the dishes. When you are done, go into the living room and prepare for your whipping."

Margo, looking as if she was about to cry, turned to her mother for help, but her mother sat there nodding her agreement with her husband's words. Margo knew there was no hope to alleviate the sentence.

She dragged out the dish washing process as long as possible. Then she mustered up as much courage as she could and slowly went to the living room. There, sitting in a hard chair, was her father waiting for her, and sitting in a row on the couch, as if anticipating the curtain rise on a school play, were her three brothers.

Her father instructed her to come to where he was sitting and stand beside him. She did so and soon was lying over his lap with the bottom of her skirt pulled up to her shoulders. Her father then pulled down her underpants so that her bare bottom was in full view of her brothers and ready for the biting strokes of his belt.

The first lash stung so much that she screamed. By the third stroke she was sobbing bitterly. But the blows continued unabated. Never had she felt such pain. She completely forgot that her brothers were watching (Bill with a big smile on his face) because the stinging pain of the belt was so intense.

At the end of this ordeal she was sent up to her room to complete her homework and go to bed. But she was sobbing so much that she couldn't look at the books. She could only lie down on her stomach in misery. She had a restless night hunting for a position on the bed that would not revive too much of the pain she felt in her buttocks.

However she had two thoughts that brought a little satisfaction. One was the thought of her now much heavier piggy bank. The other was the realization that she could now counter Bills teasing by reminding him that all the girls in the fifth grade and some in the fourth had seen him naked and would gossip about it and make jokes about him if she were to remind them of the occasion.


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