I just muttered, “Subliminal, no doubt. Okay, cucumber it is.” And with this, the deal was closed. I was going to spank her.
“Test run, just a test run,” I said.
She nodded yes.
The game had begun, or I guess I should call it the Test Run. I was very nervous and excited—all at the same time. I felt somewhat bad that I was so excited, for I was not sure how spanking my beautiful sister was going to affect me. It was one thing to fantasize, for all men do that, but then to put those thoughts into action was something different altogether. We definitely were crossing a line, but I just was not sure what that line was.
Then Linda went over to my liquor cabinet, grabbed the Jim Beam, poured a shot, and gulped it down. I had hardly ever seen her drink hard liquor. Apparently, she needed some ‘liquid courage’, as well.
She came over to me, and quickly moved into position over my legs. She was wearing a large T-shirt and some kind of walking shorts with a multitude of pockets. I positioned her, so she would not slip off my lap. She looked back at me and smiled.
“Go ahead. I’m ready.”
I realized that spanking her over her bulky shorts was not at all what Tim would have in mind, but I decided not to waste time, and brought my hand down and slapped her bottom hard. There was this dull smacking sound, as my hand landed on the bulky shorts. She shifted a bit, but said nothing. I came down again, not holding back, and landed on her right cheek. Then the left. Then I got into a rhythm of left, right, left, right. This was new to me, for I had never actually engaged in this sort of play with any of the women I had dated. However, I understood her shorts would not be a true test, but I didn’t think I should say anything.
Then suddenly Linda let out a rather loud command to stop. “Stop, stop. This is not working!” she yelled.
I hit her sweet bottom again. That was not the word I said to myself.
“Cucumber, cucumber!” she yelled. “I just forgot…Cucumber.”
I stopped immediately, and was somewhat surprised. We had just started and I assumed she had changed her mind about all of this.
She rolled off my lap and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “This isn’t it. This isn’t working! It feels like you are just patting my bum. Are you trying to be nice?”
I just smiled. “No, it is the shorts. You do know he will be spanking you on your naked backside. No cargo shorts allowed. You will be NAKED!”
Her expression changed and she let out a little, “Oh…I guess I hadn’t actually thought this Test Run through thoroughly.”
I sat for a few minutes to give Linda some time. I kept thinking that she would change her mind once it became a reality. I was sure. Yep, I was sure. Then no, I was not sure at all. Damn, it was like a ping-pong ball inside my head.
Then I focused on the real issue behind all these mixed emotions. I loved my sister. Or, was I in love with my sister? Well, she was not actually my sister. She was Linda, who was a beautiful, intelligent woman, who just asked to see what it was like to get a spanking. And there was no way this was not in a sexual way. Excitement, or rather lust to some degree, was winning.