She is My Sister (3 page)

“You deceived Holly; you lied to her.
 
When she finds out, she will be
devastated.”

“She doesn’t need to know.”

“What is going to happen when she wants to meet Morgan?”
Edmund asked, clearly exasperated with Stacy.

“That won’t happen!”

“No?
 
What are
you going to do?
 
Disappear off the
forum; stop answering Holly’s emails?
 
Don’t you think that is going to send the wrong message?
 
Holly will think she said or did
something wrong, and you
disappeared
for that very
reason.
 
It will be one more thing
to make her self-confidence nose-dive to zero!”

Stacy cringed.
 
“I never thought of how I would ease out of the friendship,” she
admitted.
 
“How could I be so damn
stupid!
”

“Because you were focused on your intentions, and you didn’t
think past those intentions to the reality of the situation.
 
It is never acceptable to
lie
and deceive people, Stacy, even when you think it is for
their own good.
 
Holly is an adult
and she needs to take charge of her own life.
 
You can’t live her life for her.”

“She hates me!”
 
Stacy
shocked Edmund by saying aloud the words that expressed the emotion she’d felt
ever since she landed her first job in television.

“Holly doesn’t hate you, sugar.”

“Yes, she does.
 
I can feel it.
 
She hates me
for being able to talk to complete strangers, when she has trouble talking to
family members and close friends!”

“Holly does not hate you, and you need a spanking for even
thinking that might be the case.
 
Really, Stacy, you are not thinking clearly.”
 
He pulled the chair back, and then put
his foot on the seat of the chair.

Stacy gasped when Edmund pulled her closer, picked her up,
and then dropped her over his bent knee.
 
She couldn’t touch anything with her hands, and her feet kicked in the
air, unable to reach the floor!
 
Stacy
felt as though she could fall, and that frightened her.
 
“I’m afraid of falling, Edmund!
 
Please put me down!”

“I won’t let you fall, sugar,” he promised, wrapping his arm
around her to hold her close.
 
“And
in a couple of minutes you won’t be thinking about falling, I promise.”
 

Stacy cried out in pain when his hand gave her bottom a hard
spank.
 
“
Owwwww
!”

“You earned this spanking, little lady.”
 

He spanked her again and again, while her feet kicked.
 
Her slippers flew off her feet and
landed on the other side of the room, but she didn’t even notice.
 
Her poor butt was already on fire, and
she knew from experience that Edmund had no intention of stopping for several
minutes.
 
The man believed in doing
everything well, and that included spanking.
 
Stacy was convinced that if there was
any such thing as a spanking school, Edmund could be the professor and teach a
class on the best way to redden a bottom.

The night that she and Edmund met at her sister Jenna’s
home, Stacy learned that the lawyer believed in spanking.
 
Edmund offered to take her home that
evening, and she gladly accepted his offer, longing for a chance to get to know
him better.
 
However, the first
thing that happened between them was a heated discussion over whether or not
she had to wear her seatbelt.
 
Stacy
hated the things and she insisted it was her choice whether to wear a seatbelt
or not to wear one.
 
Edmund told her
it was the law, and therefore, she would comply.
 
Stacy refused.
 
Edmund promptly reached across her and
pulled the seatbelt down and over her and then he fastened it.
 
When she reached for the button to
release the belt, Edmund grabbed her hand and held it in his.
 
“Do not unfasten this seatbelt until you
are home, little lady, or I will stop the car, pull you outside, bend you over
the hood, and turn up your dress and spank you on your panties in front of
anyone who cares to watch.
 
Don’t
think I wouldn’t dare, Stacy.
 
I
never promise something I am not willing to do.
 
Did you hear me?”
 
He waited until she said yes
,
then he released her hand.
 
He started the car, and then drove to
her home, making conversation as if nothing at all had happened.
 
However, as soon as they went inside, he
informed her that she was due a sound spanking for being so naughty.
 
Inside the relative safety of her living
room, she told him he wouldn’t dare; she spent the next few minutes wishing she
hadn’t dared him!
 
He turned her
over his knee and pushed up her dress, and then gave her
panty
clad
bottom a sound spanking!
 
He didn’t stop then when she begged him to, and she knew he wouldn’t
stop now, either.

“Edmund, please stop!
 
I have to work tonight, and those stools we sit on are
uncomfortable!
 
Owwwwwww
!”
 
Stacy kicked some more, and she cried,
another thing she hated to do!
 
“
Please
stop!
 
I will be on camera, and this is my job
we’re talking about.”

The spanking stopped.
 
“I’ll stop, and I’ll give you two days to make this right with
Holly.
 
I expect you to tell her the
truth, and I expect you to sort out this nonsense about her hating you.
 
You are going to get the rest of your
spanking on Sunday, and that spanking will either be a simple reminder, or a
good switching.
 
I suggest you think
and pray about this situation, sugar, and you put as much effort into healing
this relationship with your sister as you put into making your news stories
accurate and interesting to watch.”
 
After one final spank to her sit spots, Edmund put Stacy on her
feet.
 
“Go on now and get ready for
work.”

Stacy was so upset that it came through on the newscast that
night.
 
Her sisters called her to
see what was bothering her.
 
She
lied and told all of them that she was on her period and cramping.
 
She knew that if Edmund heard about that
he would spank her again for lying, but she really needed some time to think of
the best way to approach Holly.
 
She
loved her sister and really wouldn’t hurt her for anything.
 
Thankfully, she had the weekend off, and
didn’t need to go to work until late afternoon on Monday. Holly worked hard on
Saturdays
;
weddings, banquets, and other parties.
 
They also had floral orders for Sundays
that had to be arranged so that they could be delivered.
 
Stacy hoped that her sister wasn’t the
one making those Sunday deliveries this week.

Edmund worked Saturday morning, and the first thing he asked
about when he got home was whether or not she’d talked to Holly and
apologized.
 
Stacy knew better than
to show her temper; it would only earn her a serious spanking, and she didn’t
want that.
 
She told Edmund that
Holly was working, and it was her busiest day of the week.
 
He’d accepted her explanation, and he
was pleased to learn that Stacy had invited Holly to come for brunch on Sunday.

“That is a wonderful idea, sugar.
 
Do you want me to be here for support,
or would you rather I disappear and give you privacy?”

“I expected you would be here, honey.”
 
The look in her soft brown eyes
convinced him that Stacy was sincere.

“I’ll be here, sugar.
 
What have we got for lunch today?
 
I am starving.
 
And, do you
want to go out tonight or stay in?” He wanted to know before he made an
assumption that wasn’t true.

“I have lunch ready, and I thought we would stay in tonight,
honey.
 
I have steaks marinating in
the fridge, and I was hoping you felt like manning the grill…?”

“That sounds wonderful, sugar.
 
I’m so glad that neither of us has any
commitments for this evening.
 
We
don’t get to enjoy a Saturday at home very often.
 
They enjoyed their day together, and
made love several times.
 
Edmund
almost proposed, but decided to wait until the situation with Holly was cleared
up.
 
Stacy would feel more like
enjoying the engagement and planning their wedding once she was happy with
herself and with her sister.

Stacy was nervous as could be the next morning.
 
She made several hot dishes, and had so
many sides that there was enough food to feed twelve people instead of
three.
 
She made the table pretty
with fresh flowers and brightly colored dishes.
 
Holly came early, and Stacy hugged her
tightly.

“What is wrong, Stacy?
 
You are as upset now as you were on the news Friday night.
 
Don’t shake your head ‘no’; I can see
that something is wrong.
 
Please
tell me.”

Stacy intended to wait until after they ate to talk to
Holly, but the words came tumbling out.
 
“I did something terrible and I don’t want you to hate me, Holly.
 
My intentions were so good, but Edmund
made me look at it from another point of view, and I am afraid you won’t
believe that I was only trying to help.”

“You need to take a deep breath, Stacy, and tell me what you
are talking about.
 
I’m sure that if
you did something terrible that concerned me, I would know about it by now.”

“Oh, Holly, sit down and I’ll get us some coffee… and then
confess.”
 
Stacy fixed their mugs of
coffee, and then sat beside her sister on the sofa.
 
“I’m just going to say it straight out…
I am Morgan on Floral Delights.”
 
Stacy
waited for Holly’s reaction.

Holly looked at Stacy, and then burst into a fit of
giggles.
 
“Oh Stacy, I knew all
along it was you!
 
You have a very
distinctive writing style, and when I checked the IP address against yours, it
matched.”

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“Heavens no…! But, I would like to know why you couldn’t
tell me all those things to my face.
 
I would have loved to know that you thought I could compete in a floral
show and win it.
 
You are the one
who gave me the courage I needed to fill out that entry form.
 
Why did you need Morgan?”

“You never seem to believe me when I tell you that you are
good.”

“You never tell me that I am good unless there is a group of
people around, and I always feel like you are performing for an audience.”

“What?” Stacy was shocked… and devastated.
 
“I wasn’t performing, honey.
 
Honest, I wasn’t.”

“I figured that out when Morgan tried too hard to give me
the confidence to believe in myself.
 
I honestly think you were more excited than I was when I was named the
winner.”

Edmund joined them and Holly said, “Can you believe that Stacy
was all nervous and upset and felt like she had to confess to being a guy I
know on the flower forum I belong to?”

“Yes, I can believe it.
 
I found out a few days ago.
 
So, have you settled all of this?”

“We are trying,” Stacy said.

“What else is there?” Holly asked.
 
“I’ve already told you that I knew it
was you… and I’m not upset.
 
You
pretended because you wanted to give me confidence… It worked, too.
 
I never would have entered the flower
show competition if not for the wonderful things you said, Stacy.”

“Stacy Hart, do you need some encouragement to be honest
with Holly?” Edmund asked, and she knew that it wouldn’t embarrass him at all
to turn her over his knee in front of her sister.

“I need to know why you hate me, Holly?” Stacy blurted the
words and then felt tears fill her eyes and suddenly she was crying.
 
“I love you, and I don’t know what I did
to make you hate me!”

“I don’t hate you, Stacy.
 
I love you; admire you so much, and I am
a bit jealous at how easily you walk into a room and make friends of everyone
there.
 
I wish I had just a bit of
your outgoing nature.
 
I am always
sure you are embarrassed to have me for your sister!”