(Note: this is based on a true story recently reported in the news. I added the older brother and the consequences of the vandalism.)
Mrs. Jones was beginning to feel panicked as she left the Walker family's house and headed back to her own. The five-year-old twins, Jimmy and Johnny, were missing. She knew they had been in her yard 90 minutes ago, watched by their ten-year-old brother Billy. But Billy had been distracted by the visit of a friend and the twins were not to be found. After a thorough search of their house and yard, Mrs. Jones had gone to the Walker's house next door, but there was no sign of them there.
Crossing her own yard, she shouted to the very worried Billy to come with her. Then she kept going, headed toward the Smiths, their neighbors on the other side. She had heard their car pull into the driveway a couple of minutes earlier so she knew there was someone home.
As she rang the bell, Billy arrived at her side. They could hear Mrs. Smith's angry voice inside, as well as the voices of the twins! Thank God!
When the door opened, Mrs. Smith looked hopping mad. Behind her were Jimmy and Johnny – stark naked, red in the face and looking alarmed.
She listened to Mrs. Smith's explanations – upon returning home from her shopping she had found the front door open and gone in to find the house a mess. Books knocked from shelves, furniture overturned, food taken from the refrigerator and tossed around the kitchen. She heard noises upstairs and found the twins. After trashing a bathroom and covering their clothes with shaving cream, they had apparently taken their clothes off and gone on to the master bedroom, where they were found in fits of giggles, bouncing up and down naked on the bed. Apparently they had driven each other on to successive heights of transgression after the thrilling find of an empty house with no one inside. The arrival of Mrs. Smith had calmed them down quickly.
Mrs. Jones had imagined the worst, of course—-pedophiles, kidnapping, murder. With a rush of relief she grabbed the twins and hugged them hard to her breast.
Then she pushed them away and looked at them sternly. "I'm glad you're all right," she said, "Gladder than you know. But if you think you're going to get away with this, you've got another think coming!"
With this she sat down on Mrs. Smith's bed, grabbed Jimmy and lay him over her knee. Johnny went for the door, but Mrs. Jones grabbed him and sat down on a chair with him squirming in her lap. Mrs. Smith delivered a half-dozen hard smacks to Jimmy's rear, then set him down bawling and took Johnny from Mrs. Smith. He got the same treatment. The two boys stood rubbing their reddened bottoms and crying.
"That's only a taste," she warned. "You've got a lot more of the same coming when we get home."
"Mrs. Smith," she continued, "Please send me the bill for anything that needs cleaning or replacing. Billy here will clean up the mess. And then, Billy, you will come home and get the whipping of your life for not watching your brothers!"
"Mrs. Jones," said Mrs. Smith, "If you want to take care of punishing these children right here and now, at the scene of the crime, you feel free. It might save you some time!"
"Do you know, I think that's a good idea," replied Mrs. Jones. "I think I'll take you up on that suggestion! I'll just give the twins a good spanking, but if you have some kind of strap for Billy I'd be much obliged."
"No problem," said Mrs. Smith. "My husband has a good, heavy leather belt. I'll get it for you out of the closet."
Billy watched with growing dread as Mrs. Smith opened the bedroom closet and came out with a thick, black leather belt.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Jones had taken Johnny and put him once again across her lap. With her mouth set grimly, she set about spanking him. He howled and squirmed, but she held him firmly, with his hand behind his back, as she smacked his bottom at a steady pace and very hard.
Jimmy began to cry in sympathy and preparation. Mrs. Jones continued spanking Johnny, on and on. Johnny's bottom was now a deep, dark red, and enough blows had landed on his upper thighs to make them a healthy pink as well.
"Mrs. Smith," said Mrs. Jones with a hint of concern. "Don't you think that's enough?"
A little while later, Mrs. Jones stopped and stood Johnny back on his feet. He immediately threw himself on the bed and bawled, face down into a pillow.
Jimmy was next and got the same merciless treatment. Johnny's bawling subsided and he lay on his side on the bed behind his mother, watching his squealing, crying twin receive a spanking as severe as the one he had just suffered. When Jimmy's spanking was over, the two twins lay hugging each over for comfort as Jimmy calmed down.
Mrs. Jones stood up, breathing hard, and glared at ten-year-old Billy.
"Now," she said. "Billy, if you had done as you were told and looked after your brothers none of this would have been necessary. It's your irresponsibility that led to this. And we're just lucky the twins came over here and got into mischief, when they could have been taken away in a car by some pervert! You've got a lesson to learn as sure as these two! Mrs. Smith, can I have that belt now?"
"Certainly, Mrs. Jones. Here it is." Mrs. Smith politely handed the belt to Mrs. Smith, who doubled it in her hand.
"Now," said Mrs. Jones, "Billy, I want you bare."
As it was a hot summer's day, Billy was wearing only a pair of flip-flops and a bathing suit. He looked with embarassment at Mrs. Smith, who was standing with her arms crossed, and his brothers. He was at an age where he was mortified to be seen naked. But there was no way out of this humiliating predicament. Blushing deeply, he stepped out of his bathing suit and stood naked before them, covering himself in front with his hands.
Mrs. Jones looked around the room and led Billy to the foot of the bed. "Bend down over this," she instructed. The bed was an old-fashioned kind with a wooden bedstead that, at the foot, came up halfway between Billy's knee and his waist. He bent at the waist, his knees bending a little, and leaned on the mattress with his elbows. The position made him stick his bottom out. He bit his lip and waited.
It was all he could do to keep standing as his mother whipped his bottom and thighs with the leather belt. Sensing this, Mrs. Jones waited briefly between each blow to allow the boy to remain steady. After a good dozen blows, however, Billy could keep the position no longer. Clucking with exasperation, her mother sat again on the bed and lay Billy across her lap, although he was much bigger than the twins. Then she continued the whipping. When, some time later, she had finished, she left Billy sobbing on the bed and prepared to go home with the twins.
"I'll let him cry himself out," said Mrs. Smith, "before he starts cleaning."
"Thank you, Mrs. Smith," said Mrs. Jones, "and please accept my apologies once again. Here, I'll take Billy's bathing suit with me. He'll be too sore to put it on for a while."
And with that she left. After a while Billy stopped weeping, got up, and, still naked, deeply embarassed and blushing, cleaned up the mess under the watchful eye of Mrs. Smith. Then he ran home, hoping no one would see him naked with his bottom and legs covered in red stripes.