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April's Fools Gone Awry

It was an odd thing to do on a Sunday morning, but this day only came once a year. Still wet from the shower, Sandra Davis stood in front of the computer wearing only her robe. She couldn't risk sitting and leaving a damp spot on the seat nor could she afford the time to dry and change.

Time.

Time was her enemy today, but time was also at the heart of the plan. Sandra knew she had to hurry but proofed the email one last time.


From: Kevin Davis <K_Davis@DnRConsulting.com>

To: Love of my life <Laurel_S@Smail.org>

I gave it allot of thought on the first leg of the flight. Maybe you're right. Maybe you should have the final say on how Sandra gets punished. As you said, her backside's not made of glass; it won't break and something like that might help her get things together.

love ya,

K

XOXOXO


Sandra clicked 'send' and smiled.

"And here I thought I couldn't come up with a good April's Fool joke this year." Sandra grinned.

Not that Sandra wanted to be spanked, but she didn't think spanking was really in the cards. In theory (at least in Sandra's theory) there was no way that Sandra's stepmother Laurel would fall for this, not for an email containing one of dad's most hated misused words. Sandra loved her father, but God knows he was quirky at times and was of his biggest quirks was misused words. He hated to see 'allot' being used for 'a lot' almost as much as he despised seeing the word 'irregardless'.

Laurel had been pushing for the household to embrace spankings practically since the wedding (and maybe before), but for only Sandra and not Laurel's own daughter, Amy. The two girls were only three months apart in age, but Laurel maintained that her daughter was good girl who had been brought up right and didn't need spankings now. Sandra, on the other hand, hadn't had a mother figure in her life the last for three years and Laurel was convinced that the girl had grown up wild. Wild enough that Sandra needed spanking at her age, while the slightly younger Amy was 'too mature' for them.

Not that Sandra was supposed to know any of this. Her parents had kept their voices down and only talked when they thought she couldn't hear them, but she had overheard enough hissing voices drifting through the walls to know all about the debate over her bottom. In being kept out of the loop had hurt; knowing that her father was discussing her future and not allowing her to have any say in the matter.

But Sandra didn't have time to dwell on that now. She clicked on the 'sent' folder and deleted the newly sent email. Then she clicked on the trash and permanently deleted it. Next Sandra went to the email program's settings and changed back the sender information, from her father's info to her stepsister's. Finally she clicked on the system time, resetting so it matched the time on her phone.

That was one tech trick her "good girl" stepsister had taught her. Everyone knew that sometimes emails got lost for a while, but Amy Seddon had worked out a trick, claiming that she had sent an email yesterday and when it arrived it looked like it had been lost for a day in cyberspace. You just had to send the email from Thunderbird on a computer whose time and date had been fixed and voila, proof that you actually had sent that email yesterday.

That was one of the many tricks that Sandra Davis had picked up from her new stepsister, but somehow Laurel was convinced that it was Sandra who needed her bottom tanned. All because Amy was better at hiding things, like how Amy always remembered to put her bra back on and fix her hair before she got home from a date.

The timestamp on the email, 20 minutes ago, would prove that Sandra hadn't sent it. That was smack in the middle of her assigned shower time (a pair of teenage girls fighting over the same bathroom meant that there was a shower schedule) and Sandra knew that Amy would have been alone here, in this room, then. That her stepsister would be giving Mr. Tingly a workout, using the sound of Sandra's shower to cover the noise from the vibrator. Since Amy never bothered to change the password on her computer, it had been simplicity itself to creep into her room and send the email from Amy's computer while the girl was in the shower. Luckily Amy never emailed or messaged while using Mr. Tingly or a big part of the plan wouldn't work; when checked someone would notice the time anomaly and that would be bad.

Her plan in place, Sandra carefully crept back to her own room. All the while trying not to giggle. This was the perfect April's Fool's joke and there was no way it could backfire on her.


Once safe in her room, Sandra ran the plan through her mind one last time. If the woman in her father's life replied to the email then it would seem like Laurel was pulling an April's Fools on Sandra's father or one on her own mother and stepsister. If Laurel showed her the email then would Sandra would just point out the lack of her father's standard sig. Then she would 'discover' the word 'allot' and say something like: "You almost had me - good try for April's Fools". Sandra was sure that when she did so she would be leaving her stepmother too confused to actually do anything. But if Laurel doesn't show it to Sandra or wasn't confused when Sandra pointed out the errors...

Sandra didn't think that was likely but that was why she had snuck into her stepsister's room and typed it on Amy's computer. Kevin Davis was computer consultant (which was why he travelling, due this evening) and when he got home he would be able to trace the email to the computer that sent it, turning it into an April's Fools prank on Amy. Amy would be grounded, seriously grounded, meaning that Sandra would have unlimited use of the 'spare' car (the one that she knew should be hers alone). And maybe, just maybe, it would an April's Fools joke that kept on giving.

Sandra knew that Laurel was big, very big, on honesty. If Amy kept 'lying' and saying that she wasn't behind that joke it would show everyone that Amy wasn't the good girl that everyone believed her to be. Then maybe spankings might be back in Amy's life. And in the worse case... Sandra didn't think there was a any real risk that Laurel would spank her, but she imagined that having a sore butt would be a small price to pay to show them all what kind of girl Amy really was. And if she was caught, Sandra could just say April's Fools joke and hope that everyone laughed.

Still in her robe, Sandra started to brush her hair.


Laurel Seddon checked her email and smiled. She didn't bother to reply; now that her husband had made the right decision why reply and risk reopening the debate? Instead she went hunting in the back of her closet. At one of her weddings showers (the one that none of Kevin's family had been invited to) someone had given Laurel a gift with Amy in mind. It was the cutest little pink paddle and Laurel had wanted to christen it before the honeymoon, but her ever indulgent husband had put his foot down and said no, his little girl was far too old to spank. For months that little paddle had languished in the closet, waiting for the day that it could be used.

Finding it, Laurel thought for a moment. There had been that issue yesterday. Sandra had wanted to go out with friends and leave her homework for today while Laurel wanted it done before Sandra left the house. Homework hasn't really been the issue; respect was. After Sandra's lack of respect and the language the girl had used when back talking it would be simple enough for Laurel to say that she had slept on the problem and this was the solution she had come up with.


When Amy Seddon stepped out of the shower she heard sounds of spanking mixed with squeals. Diving into her robes she followed the noises to the open door of the master bedroom. There was Sandra, her hair still wet from the shower, twisting and writhing in a robe as a paddle painted her bare bum pink. Smiling, Amy returned to her room, leaving the door open so she could hear. From what she heard, Amy knew that Sandra's bum was being painted a good shade of red.

Amy wasn't sure what had caused the change. Maybe her stepsister had finally gone too far or maybe her mother had just decided it was better to ask forgiveness than ask permission. To present Kevin with a fait accompli, showing him that a spanking wouldn't kill his little princess and doing it now so Sandra's tears would be dry before her father's plane landed. As far as Amy could see, the only downside from this new regime was that maybe Sandra wouldn't be grounded as often and would want to drive the spare car (which Amy knew should be hers alone) when Amy needed it.

When it came to spanking itself, they hadn't been part of her life for years. Amy could barely remember those times her mother spanked her but as for the paddle, its introduction had been a watershed moment in Amy's young life. The first time she had been paddled was the exact moment that Amy had decided that if she couldn't be good all the time (and who could?) then at least she could be careful. Careful planning had literally saved her butt countless and convinced her mother that she always tread the straight and narrow path.

Amy had to grin at that. Amy knew that she got away with things that Sandra the Nerdling would never dare try, but because she was careful it was Sandra squealing under that paddle while Amy listened on smiling.


As she tried to make herself comfortable enough to go to sleep, Sandra had to acknowledge that this had been the strangest April's Fools day she had ever seen.

'Who would have guess that the witch wouldn't reply to an email like that?' Sandra wondered, turning from her side to her belly. 'Or that when Amy left the shower she would have been treated to the sight of me over her mother's lap? Or that Laurel wouldn't bother to check afterwards so she didn't have a clue until she went to pick dad up from the airport?'

From what she heard, that evening there had been a mini explosion in the car on the ride home - with Kevin Davis demanding to know everything about the email that he claimed he had never sent.

After checking on her (and thankfully not asking to inspect the damage), Sandra's father had glanced at the headers on that email and gone to straight Amy's computer. Finding nothing in his stepdaughter's email Kevin had gone to his own system, logging into the RAID that backed up all the computers on the home network. Sandra was sure that neither Seddon had ever given the backup system any thought, but Sandra knew that it recorded up to ten versions of every file on every computer in the house (which was great went you accidentally saved over an assignment). Ignoring the current version, Kevin had gone straight to Amy's 'sent' and 'trash' folders that had existed just after the time stamp on the fake email.

The situation that followed had been loud and messy. Amy kept insisting that she hadn't sent any emails and insisted that someone must have hacked into her computer - a possibility that Kevin disproved by checking the low level logs of his firewall. Sandra had suggested that it might have been a sisterly April's Fools joke, but everyone ignored her. After Amy denied everything for the umpteenth time and Kevin said something about 'good enough for my daughter but your daughter is too mature to get into mischief', Laurel decided that it was time that Amy was reacquainted with paddling.

Reacquainted bare bottom with her stepfather and stepsister seeing the first of it, before Kevin escorted his daughter from the room.

That had cleared the atmosphere a bit, at least between the adults. Amy went straight from her spanking to her room where she sulked for the rest of the night while Sandra avoided everyone, not sure what would happen if she revealed the 'joke' she had pulled.


Sandra was almost asleep when she heard the paddle in use again. To her shock, it wasn't Amy getting a second dose. No, it was her father's reaction to Sandra being paddled when his new wife 'should have known damn well' (as the overheard angry whispers put it) that he was dead set against it happening.

As she tried to sleep through the noise, Sandra realised that of the three girls in the house she had the least colour in her cheeks; most of it having faded before her father's return.

'Three of us all getting paddled by the same paddle.' Sandra thought sleepily. 'That's got to be one for the record books. Shit like this could never happen again.'


Later, when her late night muses were proved wrong, Sandra half regretted pulling her little joke. But only half; seeing Amy put in her place and knowing that the same methods kept Laurel in line was worth the occasional sore bum. At least that's what Sandra thought when it wasn't her bottom feeling the paddle. When that was happening, Sandra was usually too busy crying to do much thinking at all.

Goodgulf

Since a few people have asked, here are two possible epilogues for the story.

Possible ending A:


"Sandra, could you come in here for a moment?" Kevin Davis called from his home office.

"Sure dad." Sandra called back.

Within moments, Sandra was standing by her father.

"You've heard Laurel and Amy going at it? Since the start of the month?" Kevin asked his daughter.

Sandra had heard, but didn't know which part her father meant; the two of them yelling at each other or Laurel paddling her daughter? The latter had happened three times since the first of the month while the former was happening practically every other day.

"All that stuff where your stepmother keeps going on about the time and how only Amy could have done it then? You must have heard that part." Kevin prompted.

"Um, sure." Sandra said.

"All that harping on about the time got me thinking." Kevin said, pointing at his computer screen. "Do you see that? Can you think of any reason why those files would have arrived on the RAID roughly an hour after they were altered on Amy's computer?"

"Huh? But that was weeks ago. How..."

"The logs." Kevin explained. "The system logs everything. Not a bit changes on the RAID without it being logged. About those times. Do you have any idea how that could have happened?"

"Um, well... Look, it was supposed to be a joke!" Sandra blurted out, her words almost tripping off her tongue. "It was April 1st. April's Fools. I thought that Laurel would show me the email I'd point out the word irregardless and point out that it was all a joke."

"A joke? A ... Young Lady, do you know what sort of trouble that little joke of yours caused?"

"Um, kind of." Sandra admitted, then she went on the defensive. "But it was my butt that paid first."

"And it would only have been your butt if you'd done the right thing and spoken up."

"But, um, after..."

"After you'd paid the price you wanted to get Amy paddled too, is that it?" Kevin challenged.

"Um, I just kind of didn't want to get into ... to cause trouble." Sandra admitted.

"Well you did cause trouble. Do you think I like having to ref things when Laurel and Amy go at it?"

"Um, well... But Laurel was the one..."

"Don't you go blaming the wicked stepmother on this one." Kevin snapped. "She wasn't the one that came up with that joke."

"But she was always talking about spanking me and..." Sandra let her voice trail off as she searched for some way to explain her actions.

Kevin sighed nosily.

"I noticed this two day ago." Kevin continued. "But I waited until now, when we're alone in the house, to ask you about it. Just in case there was a good explanation."

"Um, well, there's kind of an explanation." Sandra suggested weakly.

"But not a good one." Kevin responded firmly.

"Um, but..."

"Now there's a reason I picked this time when they were out." Kevin told his daughter. "Do you think it's fair that your sister Amy was spanked four time when you were only spanked once?"

Part of Sandra wanted to point out that Amy wasn't her sister, but she didn't think that now was the time to play that card.

"But I only got her spanked once!" Sandra protested. "She's responsible for those other times."

"But Laurel wouldn't have done that if you hadn't done what you did." Kevin pointed out.

"But it was Amy acting out! Laurel just didn't notice it before. She was all over my case like I was the wild one when her daughter was getting away with murder!" Sandra protested.

"Sandra, you have to stop thinking like that." Kevin instructed. "Her daughter. Her mother. We're all one family one. It's not always easy, but we all have to work hard at making it work. We all have to compromise. We can't people saying 'My way or the highway' if we are going to be one family. Compromise is key, not silly pranks that you don't own up to."

"Um, but..."

"And here's where I compromise." Kevin continued. "I'm not going to mention anything to Laurel about this, I'll compromise with her feelings and even compromise with you."

"Um, okay." Sandra said, hoping that compromise would be a good thing for her.

"So we'll settle this Laurel's way, in your room with that little paddle." Kevin informed her.

"What!?!"

"The compromise with Laurel is that I'll treat you the way she would, even if I don't tell her about it." Kevin explained. "The compromise with you is you get to keep your underwear on."

"What?!?"

"Your bedroom. Now." Kevin told her.

"What?!"

"Now Sandra. If I have to walk you there then I might have to rethink the compromise." Kevin said firmly.

"What?"

"Now."

Sandra bolted to her room.

'This isn't happening.' Sandra told herself. 'He can't be doing this. He can't! That woman isn't even here to make him do it. How can he?'

Minutes later, Kevin entered his daughter's room. He was carrying with him the little pink paddle. While Laurel had intended it to stay in Sandra's room, the paddle had found a home in the master bedroom. It was a convenient place for Laurel fetch it from when Amy needed seeing to while still being handy whenever Kevin felt the need to use it.

Glancing at his daughter, Kevin forced himself to keep a steely composure as he said: "Those jeans aren't being spanked today."

Sandra was at lost. This had never happened before. Did he mean for her jeans to go down or to come off? She couldn't afford to hesitate or annoy her father and merely lowering them could be seen as stalling. With that in mind, Sandra unzipped her jeans, bent, and stepped out of them. As she did so, she was thankful that she worn real panties today. Another day, a day when she was worried about her pantyline, she might have been wearing a thong.

Kevin wasn't expecting her to completely remove her jeans, but then again he hadn't given it much thought.

Neither of them had.

Both were nervous. Very nervous, as Kevin sat on his daughter's bed and, for the first time in his life, position Sandra over his lap to paddle her.

The paddle rose.

The paddle fell, landing with a hard smack.

Sandra gasped and pointed her toes straight out, but her reactions didn't stay the paddle's course. It fell again, and again, and again. With her bottom being covered Sandra couldn't see its shade but based on that start she knew that her daddy was going to paint it was red as Laurel had.

Soon tears began. Silent tears. With her face pointed towards the floor, Sandra didn't those tears were falling. The noise of the impacts, her squeals and, soon, her own sobs soon drowned out any sound that her father might be making.

Afterwards, Sandra stayed in her room, going to bed early, while Kevin worked things out in his mind.


That night, Kevin talked about compromise once more.

"Compromise is the main thing, at least as we go forward. The past is the past." Kevin told his wife. "Who cares if Amy won't admit it? Paddlings are supposed to start things over with a clean slate, aren't they? That's what you said all those times you talked about paddling Sandra. And I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with the girls getting it with the same paddle that we use."

Sensing an opening, Laurel offered to compromise over how she had held that lie against her daughter, hoping that it would spur her husband to see reason.

After Kevin paddled his naked wife and her tears were dry, she offered him a solution that she felt he would take. Knowing that it would unreasonable not to (especially after secretly paddling Sandra) Kevin found himself accepting the offered compromise.

It took a shopping trip and a bit of planning of what they would say, but during the last weekend in April there was a family meeting around the dining room table.

Amy gasped when she walked into the dinning room and saw what lay on the table. Things had been going so much better with her mom - and now this?

Sandra was less surprised. Sandra had been waiting for the other show to drop every since that day with her father, when they had 'compromised' during her paddling.

The meeting was a short one. Kevin merely pointed to the twin paddles on the table, each bearing a different girl's name.

"As you can see you each have your own paddles and they will be kept in your rooms." Kevin announced. "From now on, Laurel and I will be treating you equally. The only difference will be that with me you keep your underwear on. Any questions?"

Sandra just shook her head numbly.

Amy reacted with more spunk.

"Like hell." Amy sputtered. "I'm too old to be paddle. Way too old! And there's no way I'm letting you paddle me. You're not my dad; I barely know you!"

It wasn't the reaction that Laurel had planned on. She had expected Sandra to protest, but it was too late now. They had agreed on how to present a united front and the plan was going forward.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." Kevin said.

"Sandra, will take your paddle to your room?" Laurel asked. "And stay there?"

"So she's getting now? Maybe that's fair for her, but not for me!" Amy protested.

"No, she's leaving the room so I can guide Kevin through this." Laurel told her daughter.

Sandra grabbed her paddle and fled to her room. Once there she heard Amy's futile protests and the smack of the paddle as it struck home. Standing there by her door, listening, it sounded like wood meeting bare flesh.

'Those slack.' Sandra realised. 'Amy was wearing her tanned slacks!'

The slacks that always showed any hint of a pantyline. The one that Amy always wore a thong with, when she didn't go commando. Those were the slacks that Amy had been wearing when the family meeting was called. With those slacks on, Sandra's dad might as well be paddling Amy's bare bum - and maybe he was.


When it was over, Sandra crept back from her door. The paddle went into a drawer on her bedside table as she sat on the bed and thought.

'It's only a matter of time before Laurel paddles me again. Or dad.' Sandra decided. 'Fuck pantylines. From now on it's bikinis or full bottom ones all the time. There's no way daddy's ever going to see me in a thong and there's no way I'm risking him paddling me in one.'

Amy kept her vow, and even though she received the bulk of her paddlings from Laurel there were times she was glad that she had worn panties that were solid enough to make a difference during a daddy paddling.


Possible ending B:

Leaving Laurel and Amy to work out things themselves, Kevin never bothered looking at the logs on the RAID so Sandra's prank was never discovered. Amy made countless more trips over her mother's knees while Sandra's groundings continued. To present a united front, Kevin occasionally paddled his stepdaughter's jean clad backside and Laurel stopped insisting that Sandra was the wild one who needed paddling. With Amy getting it so much, even Laurel had to admit that Sandra was probably the good one and that it was Amy who had the attitude problem.

As for Laurel's attitude, her nighttime paddlings were infrequent events, but ones that cleared the air with her new husband.

When Sandra left home, she couldn't help wonder if she had missed out by only being paddled that one time, but the feeling wasn't strong enough to suggest that she get a second paddling. Reflecting on how many changes that prank had brought into her home, Sandra had to admit that it was the best April's Fools joke ever. It was just a pity that she couldn't brag about it to anyone.

Goodgulf