Breaking the Babysitters
Diya’s Punishment
“Sarahi, honey, we’ve got to go, or your father and I will be late for our reservation,” Mrs. Swordbright explained to her daughter, who was laying in the floor across the coffee table from Oro as the pair struggled through their homework, “Diya should be here any minute, so just—oh! That’s probably her now,” the Lioness smiled as she was interrupted by the doorbell.
Sitting on the couch, Oro rolled his eyes and pretended to re-read the example in his textbook for the hundredth time.  “Has it occurred to your mom,” the Rabbit growled softly, “That we are both in high-school, and plenty capable of feeding and washing ourselves.  There’s even pretty good odds we won’t set the house on fire in less than two hours.”
The Sha'khari grinned, and tried not to giggle.  “I’m pretty sure it’s less to do with taking care of ourselves, and more to do with you being a boy and me being a girl in the house by ourselves,” she reminded him, “She just wants eyes on us.”
“Right,” her best friend huffed, “You should remind her you’ve got a dick, too.  Maybe she’ll feel more comfortable about a couple of boys—!”  He was cut off by a decorative pillow hitting him square in the face.  Although she tolerated him better than pretty much anyone, Sarahi was still sensitive about certain parts of her bizarre biology, and didn’t care to have them pointed out.
“Already?” Diya sighed, dropping her own backpack beside the couch, “They’re barely out the door, you know.  Can you at least let them get in the car before you crack open that toilet you call a mouth?”  The little Feline hopped up on the couch at the opposite end from Oro, crossing her legs in the seat and laying her own text-book down on the coffee table.
Despite being two years older than the pair, she was far and away the smallest of the three, standing only a little more than half as tall as the Rabbit.  She and her twin brother both suffered a relatively rare disease that had inhibited their growth to the point that, while being high-school seniors, they looked barely old enough to be in middle-school.  Since her daughter also suffered a rare condition, Mrs. Swordbright had taken to hiring Diya years ago as a babysitter for Sarahi, thinking she might better respect someone enduring similar struggles to hers despite how close they were in age.  She had been right, to a degree...before Oro starting coming around.
“Speaking of which,” the Sha'khari gave a meaningful look to the Rabbit, “Are they in the car yet?”
His long ears twitched in response...though whether listening carefully or just signaling his annoyance at being her spy was hard to tell.  “Yeah, yeah, and halfway down the street by now,” he declared.  Sarahi pumped a fist in victory and immediately unbuttoned and unzipped the waist of her skirt.  Dragging the long, blanket-like fabric off her Leonine back, she tossed it into the corner of the room and shook her entire lower half refreshingly.
“Ah...so much better,” she sighed in just her shirt, picking up her pencil and getting down to serious work on her assignments.
Diya made an uncomfortable face, but said nothing.  Like most people, she was of the opinion that Sarahi had gotten into some bad habits since she began hanging out with Oro, though not even her parents knew how much her sense of modesty had suffered for it.  Diya had promised not to rat her out, since she knew how very uncomfortable Sarahi had always found her skirts...not to mention the body underneath...and thought it was at least good that she had grown more comfortable with herself since then.  But the little Feline couldn’t help shooting a disapproving frown at the boy on the other end of the couch, even if he did seem to be ignoring the half-naked Sha'khari across the table for now.  “I know I made a promise, but I still feel I ought to point out that you really shouldn’t do that in mixed company,” she reminded Sarahi quietly.
“Fuck you,” Oro remarked, drawing a quick and crude icon of a hand holding up just the middle finger in front of a string of zeros where the answer to the problem was supposed to be, “Let her do whatever makes her comfortable.  We’re too old to need a babysitter anymore, and you’re too young to be anything but a classmate.  We’re juniors in the same fucking school, for crying out loud! Just because you’re a senior—”
Diya rolled her eyes and sighed, cutting him off.  “You know, if it were anyone but you, I’d agree.  I can see why her parents are nervous about leaving Sarahi alone with you, though.”
His pencil snapped between his fingers.  “You got a problem with me?”
The little Feline bit her tongue on the answer that came most instinctively, reminded herself she was supposed to be the older, more mature one here, and dug out a spare pencil to lay on top of his paper.  “Just try to finish your homework, okay?  It’s just a couple of hours, and I’m not too strict, right?  We can all play games when we’re done.”
Whatever he grumbled after that was too deep in his throat to be intelligible, so she let him have the last word at that and settled in to her own homework.  Sarahi, already close to finished with her assignments, tried not to let the grin on her face show too obviously.  They got on like oil and water, but Diya had realized from day one that Oro never patronized her for her size.  Kind of like Sarahi’s animal half, he seemed to take it as a fact to be recognized, not an oddity to insult.
Not twenty minutes later, Oro slammed his book shut, having made exactly zero progress.  “Fuck it,” he grumbled, “Homework blows.  I’m out of here.”
“Hey!  Wait a sec,” Diya demanded as he got to his feet and started pulling on his hoodie to leave, “Sit back down.  I’m pretty good at math.  I can help you.”
“I don’t want your help, and this isn’t my house,” he reminded her, “So don’t even think you can make me stay.”
Diya stood up on the couch, making her about eye level with him as he shoved his books back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.  “Whose house you’re in is irrelevant.  If you don’t do your homework, you’re going to fail.  What will you do when Sarahi moves on without you, huh?”
The Sha'khari put her hand over her eyes.  That was the wrong play to make.  They might be friends...they might be the only friends each other had, even...but he’d sooner lose his teeth in a fight than let anyone think they had a carrot to dangle in front of him, or a stick to hold over him.
“Fuck if I care,” he shrugged, “I’ll still be a senior when I turn eighteen.  The day that happens, I’m out anyway.  Best of luck to her.”
Diya caught him by the ear as he passed between the couch and the table, headed for the door.  The pinch arrested him in his tracks, and he sucked air between his teeth.  “Sit down, mister,” Diya insisted, out of patience for the potty-mouthed Rabbit, “Before I give that tail the spanking your mother should have.”
Oro put his nose right up against hers, glaring daggers directly into her eyes as he spoke through his grit teeth.  “That.  Fucking.  Hurts.”
Sarahi saw it coming before Diya did.  Heard it, more accurately, in the tone of his voice.  Diya had forgotten for a moment, or gotten too used to him holding back for the sake of not wrecking his only friend’s house, but she was staring down the terror of their entire school, which whispered his name fearfully in the bathrooms only for the sake of warning the incoming freshmen.  The Sha'khari had been in enough fights with him to recognize that low, deceptively soft growl, and the moment of tense stillness that came over him just before he went on the attack.
Unfortunately, he saw her coming, too, and his first move was to kick the coffee table, ramming it back into both of her front shins as she got her paws under her, tripping her up before she could pounce.  He had Diya’s wrist in his hand in a blink, and the little Feline squealed as he hoisted her completely off the couch, but managed to maintain her pinch on his sensitive ear...the one thing she controlled that she might be able to use as leverage against him.  He spat another expletive, ignoring the kicks she planted against his ribs. and got one of her legs in his free hand.
Sarahi got her paws under her again, and tried to pounce at his back, but Oro twisted and flopped onto the couch at the same time, tucking both feet up practically against his chest while holding Diya above his head like a ball he was trying to keep away from an annoying child.  Sarahi landed with the bulk of her weight against his toes, and the Rabbit kicked once with everything he had, shoving her backward over her own tail-end and sliding the couch across the carpet to fetch up hard against the wall.  It never ceased to amaze her how strong he really was when push came to shove...
Oro dropped Diya to one side, not releasing her hand or leg either one, and wrenched his head in the opposite direction.  The little Feline gasped in shock and a hint of guilt as her fingernails drew a line of blood all the way to the edge of his ear before he yanked free.  “Oh crap,” she whispered, “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!I’msorry!” she repeated desperately, and in earnest, as Oro dragged her across his thighs.
A loud pop rang through the room, and Diya’s panicked apologies caught in her throat with a sound like a hiccup.  A second followed, and she squeaked as her whole body tensed up, unable to decide which direction it needed to run to escape the sting spreading through her bottom.  “Who needs a spanking?” Oro growled, swatting her rump with a whip-like crack again.  Diya couldn’t restrain the scream this time.
“Oro, that’s enough!” Sarahi shouted, rolling back to her feet one more time.  Her back hurt from that landing, and she knew better than to think she could actually take him now that he had control of the situation and what might be considered a hostage.
“You stay right there,” he warned her, “Or I’ll tan your tail next!”  He emphasized it with another hard swat on the tush in his lap, and Diya began to outright cry.  “Who needs a spanking?  Say it!” the pissed off Rabbit demanded.
“Mu-me!” Diya forced the single syllable out, and squealed as her captor swatted her again.
“And who’s getting her spanking?” Oro barked, hand already raised in readiness for the next swat.  Sarahi cringed and covered her eyes and turned to face the wall, at least offering Diya the courtesy of not staring at this humiliating scene.
“Me!” the little Feline screamed before the hand fell.  Her own hands were covering her eyes now.  She didn’t squirm or struggle.  She wasn’t even trying to get away anymore.
Two more cracks rolled through the room.  “And who’s going to thank me for her spanking when it’s done?” the Rabbit growled, his volume beginning to fall as the fire of his temper slowly cooled.
“MEEeee!” Diya wailed as her butt rippled under his palm a third time.  He made no further demands, and just let her cry as each stinging smack echoed in the room.
Sarahi winced in sympathy at each and every one.  “Gods forgotten,” the Sha'khari whispered to herself, “What have we done?”  Then, without another word, she went dashing off up the stairs, toward her room.
“Heh...now who’s the potty-mouth?” Oro sneered at her back, rubbing Diya’s tormented tush shamelessly.  “That’s ten,” he noted to the sobbing Feline, “Want to go to twelve?”  If Sarahi had not already already removed herself, she would have been shocked to see Diya give a brief, affirming nod.  Still wiping fresh tears from her eyes, the Feline gently adjusted herself a little in his lap before putting her head down on the cushion again without making even the least effort to get out of his relaxed grip.
“Apologize first,” the Rabbit demanded.  He was frowning at her sternly, but apparently had burned off all his animosity, as his tone was even and calm again, rather than angry.
Diya cleared her throat, taking a deep breath to still the tremors still quivering her voice.  “I’m sorry.  For pinching your ear.  And talking bad about you.”
“Too much,” Oro grunted, giving her butt a squeeze, “I deserve to be talked bad about.  Hell, just look at the position you’re in.  Now lift it.”
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Diya obediently raised her tail and lifted her hips off his thighs just slightly, to a better angle for his hand.  Two more loud claps rang out and she squeaked after each one, then sort of collapsed across his lap on her tummy, crying and panting and trembling.  
“Now,” the Rabbit crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the couch, “What do you need to say?”
“...Thank you,” Diya answered softly, just as she’d been instructed earlier,  “Erf...and I really am sorry about your ear.  I didn’t mean to draw blood.”
Oro shrugged.  “I’ve had worse.  Pissed me off more than it hurt.  Sit up and pull yourself together.”
The little Feline crawled out of Oro’s lap and gingerly seated herself in the corner of the couch.  The fur of her cheeks was matted with the remains of her tears, and she was still sniffling just a little.  Her butt was sore and hot, but overall she felt oddly warm and relaxed now...like a tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying had been rubbed out.
Sarahi returned carrying a little envelope, stuffed thick with its contents.  “This...this’ll be about four times what we usually give you,” Sarahi explained quietly, looking more than a little ashamed as she offered the envelope containing all the savings from her allowance to their babysitter, “And I promise we will never ask you to come sit us again.  I’ll make some excuse to mom and dad.  Just...please don’t tell them,” she cringed.
Oro chuckled.  “Keep your money.  She’s not gonna tell, and she is going to come back,” he assured the Sha'khari, who looked up at him like he’d grown a second head.  Giving Diya a smug look, he simply waited for her to confirm or deny his claim.
Diya looked at the envelope for a brief moment, then pushed it gently back into Sarahi’s hands with a nod.  “Yeah...uh, I actually want to ask you not to tell your parents...what happened today,” she admitted with a sheepish, nervous grin, “I don’t want to get in trouble.  And I don’t want you to get in trouble.  And...oh shit, this is weird,” she admitted, like she herself couldn’t quite believe what she was going to say next, “I...would like...to do it again?  Without the fight, next time,” she concluded, cheeks red now for reasons other than her recent stress.
Sarahi blinked at her in disbelief for several minutes.  “Gods forgotten, he really broke your brain, didn’t he...” the Sha'khari whispered.
“Uh...maybe a little?” Diya chuckled hesitantly, patting Sarahi’s hand, “But seriously...please don’t tell your parents.  Or mine, for that matter.  I’m fine.  I kind of liked it, actually.”
Sarahi blinked at her, dumbfounded, then at Oro, then at Diya again...and just nodded.  “Either you are the devil himself,” she muttered at the Rabbit, “Or you stole his luck.  You know that, right?”  Oro just shrugged, satisfied he’d won this fight on every count, and that’s all that ever mattered to him.
“Okay...let’s...let’s get the furniture all back in place, and finish that homework,” Diya suggested, looking desperately for something to break the lingering tension in the room, and distract her from the confusing storm of conflicting ideas swirling around in her head.  Oro, surprisingly, decided to hang around after all...but still refused to do any homework.  Diya, understandably, did not press the matter again.
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Twins’ Confessions
It had been about six weeks since that strange evening.  Oro was once again visiting on a Friday night, as Sarahi’s parents prepared for their monthly evening out.  “Hello, Diya,” Mrs. Swordbright said into the phone, “We’re just about ready.  Are you on your way?  ...  Oh yes, that’s fine.  The more the merrier.  ... Okay, we’ll see you in a few minutes.”  She hung up, turning to the pair of teenagers playing video games from the couch.  “Alright, sweetie, your Dad and I are heading out now.  Diya and Kylan will be here any minute, so you two...just stay out of trouble until then, okay?”
She was trying not to sound overly protective, or suspicious, but her anxiety was clear in her voice, and squarely directed at the boy on the end of the couch.  Oro was well used to it, and had never blamed her, though he also made no effort to alleviate her concern.  Still, with the babysitters only a couple of streets away, Sarahi’s mother told herself there wasn’t enough time for anything inappropriate to happen, and made herself lock and close the door behind her.
“Her brother’s coming this time,” Sarahi noted, “So mind yourself.  No outbursts like last time.”
“Ha,” Oro laughed, “The both of them combined still weigh less than I do.  He’s not going to prevent—”
“I. Said. Mind. Yourself,” the Sha'khari repeated emphatically.  The little twins might be at a disadvantage against him, but she was easily four times his weight and would give him more of a run for his money if he made trouble.  Or so she’d like to think.  Oro just rolled his eyes and let her think she’d made her point.
The doorbell rang a moment later, and Sarahi went to unlock it and let the siblings in.  “Hello, Diya.  Hi, Kylan.  Thank you guys for coming.”
“Eh, you know we never mind,” Diya waved with a smile as she strolled in, “Especially when there’s no homework to gripe about.  What are you two doing?”
“Oh, the usual,” Sarahi gestured in the general direction of the television, where Oro was viciously destroying some mutant Snake in an arena, “Want a two v. two team match?  Heh...I actually have a better than average chance of beating him at this kind of fight,” she winked.
The pair took seats on the couch, with Diya between her brother and Oro, and gave each other a thoughtful look, almost as if communicating telepathically.  “Sure, that’d be fun,” Diya nodded, “But we were kind of hoping we could talk about...something else, too.”
Sarahi quirked a brow, but Oro smirked with a chuckle.  “Did she tell you what happened the last time she kept us?”
Kylan, a patchwork of orange, black, and white as opposed to his sister’s uniform yellow, nodded slowly.  “She explained everything almost as soon as she got home.  Don’t worry,” he added quickly, “She’s no tattle-tale, and neither am I.  We’re just really bad at keeping secrets from each other, so we stopped trying a long time ago.  I swear the secret’s safe with me.”
Sarahi cringed, though she did trust their other babysitter.  The pair worked together more often than separately, so it was only a stroke of luck (bad or otherwise) that he hadn’t been with his sister last time anyway.
“Then you’re not here to protect her from me,” Oro concluded without ever looking away from his match, “Are you?”  Kylan hesitated for just a moment...then shook his head as a mild blush rose in both his and his sister’s cheeks.  Sarahi, by contrast, felt the blood draining from hers.  On the screen, Oro’s Serpent opponent was crushed with a final scream.  “Alright,” the Rabbit smirked, turning to them at last and gesturing toward the spare controllers.  “Team fight.  Me and Sarahi verses you two.  If you win, I’ll spank you both.”
“Excuse me?” Sarahi asked, “If they win?  How is that a prize?”
“Because it’s what Diya was looking forward to when she got the call, and now Kylan’s curious and wants to try it,” Oro chuckled with a smug look, “Am I right?”  Still blushing with embarrassment, both of the siblings just nodded quietly.  “If it bothers you, fight hard and prevent them winning it,” Oro suggested, tossing her controller to her.  Running her hand across her face again, not quite able to believe the messed up situation she was somehow in the middle of, Sarahi tossed her skirt into the corner and sat down to do exactly that.
Five matches and more than an hour later, the siblings had not won a single match...and by this point it was obvious they were not going to.  “You are a first-class jerk,” Diya sighed, setting the controller on the table in defeat, “And I will never understand you.  I know it’s weird that I even want to do that again, but I also think it’s weird you’re not jumping at the chance to do it.  I kind of thought you even had fun overpowering me.”
“Oh, it was a blast,” Oro assured her, “Most fun I’ve had in years that didn’t involve knocking out someone’s teeth.”
“Then what’s with the wall?” Kylan nodded at the television, where his and Diya’s characters were sprawled in defeat, “I mean, I get that you like a fight...even a virtual one, apparently...but wow, you don’t hold back.”
Sarahi did not like the smug look he was giving to her, specifically.  “Neither did you,” the Rabbit noted to the twins, “In fact, you pulled every trick short of a cheat-code trying to win...which might even be enough to convince this one over here that you really, really want that tanning.”  That earned him surprised blinks all around.  “I’m pretty sure it crossed your mind that Diya might have played at liking it just to convince me to stop, and only agreed to come back out of fear of me hunting her down at school if she pissed me off,” he looked pointedly at Sarahi.  “I said they’d have to win it because it’s way easier to just lose, if that’s the outcome you want, than really go for the win.”
“...Oh,” Kylan blinked, “That sort of makes...twisted...sense.”
Diya fidgeted with the hem of her shirt anxiously, trying not to get her hopes too high as she asked, “So, does that mean we’re still going to...?”  She let the question hang in the air, looking from Oro to Sarahi and back.
“Depends on this one here,” Oro informed her, still staring unflinchingly at Sarahi...who was increasingly uncomfortable with the way she’d become the center of attention here.  “What do you say?  Give them what they want, or are you still convinced I’m just in it to beat some tail?”
She frowned at his choice of words, but couldn’t say that was out of character for him.  “I am not at all convinced,” the Sha'khari rubbed the bridge of her nose, “And I don’t understand what could be appealing about this at all...but I won’t stop you, if that’s really what you two want.”
Diya rocked her head from side to side thoughtfully.  “Would you feel better if I let you do the honors?  You’d know for sure then that he’s not going overboard, and that I’m really okay with it.”
“...No,” Sarahi shook her head, “No, I am not comfortable with that.  In fact, I think I’m just going to go hide out in my room while you all...enjoy yourselves,” she admitted, getting to her feet and collecting her skirt from the corner of the room.
“That’s convenient,” Oro chuckled, getting to his feet and stretching for the ceiling, “I was going to suggest we all head up there.  Living rooms aren’t such a good place for bare bottoms.”
“...Bare...,” Kylan blinked.
“...Bottoms?” Diya finished for him, looking both anxious and strangely excited at the same time.
“Last time you were fighting like a bat out of Hell,” Oro reminded her, “I had to take what I had and strike at the first opportunity.  This time, I’m going to give it to you like a spanking’s supposed to be.  Is that a problem?”
The siblings looked at each other, then back at him, and shook their head in unison.  “No, sir,” Diya added quiet verbal confirmation, growing visibly antsy in her seat the longer they talked about it.
“Then upstairs, both of you,” Oro instructed, waiving them toward the steps.  “We’re taking your room,” he warned Sarahi, “If you don’t want us poking around finding stuff that we shouldn’t, you’d better come supervise.”
“...You are a tail-hole,” the Sha'khari huffed as she headed off the twins, leading the way to her room.  It was decorated with video-game posters and action figures of her favorite childhood cartoons, the curtains and linens all a bright, deep-ocean blue.  She hung her skirt on the door of her closet, and straightened up the comforter covering the queen-size mattress set in an extra-sturdy frame as the other three shuffled in.  With a slight huff, she took a seat in the corner beside her desk, giving them space to move around and find somewhere comfortable to stand or sit...though she didn’t have much in the way of seating, since chairs didn’t accommodate her well.
Oro immediately took a seat on the mattress like he owned the place.  He didn’t often get to come up here, but it wasn’t his first time in her room, and Sarahi was strangely pleased by how comfortable he made himself in it.  “You,” the Rabbit pointed to Kylan as the little male was glancing around the room, “Over there,” he indicated the wall beside the closet door, next to Sarahi.  With a mix of anxiety and excitement, Kylan obediently went and stood where he’d been told, while his sister stepped up in front of Oro, apparently understanding she was going to go over the knee first.
“Hang on,” the Rabbit stopped her as she started to reach for the waist of her pants, “Apologize first.”
Diya blinked at him.  “What...did I do this time?”
Oro shrugged.  “You tell me.  Spankings are a punishment for someone who did something to deserve them.  So first you apologize, then take your licks, then don’t do it again.”
The little female quirked a brow at him.  “I think you’re just enjoying embarrassing me.”
“I think you’re enjoying being embarrassed,” he came right back at her, “Now say it, or your brother’s going first.”
Her cheeks turned red, and she looked at the other two Felines in the room...then turned to face Sarahi with her eyes cast down around the Sha'khari’s paws.  “Um...I know I tell you not to take off you skirt in mixed company...and you really shouldn’t...but I’m also...a little fascinated...with...your...dick,” she finished quietly, covering her bright-red face with her hands.  Sarahi blinked, her own cheeks going bright pink, and made extra sure that her front paws were placed well together to conceal herself at the moment.  “Gods forgotten, I am so sorry, please don’t tell your parents.  I promise not to peek anymore...”
Sarahi made a calming gesture toward her.  “Oh, we are way passed ever talking to my parents again.  I’m not mad.  It’s okay.  I’m just...sorry I flashed you.  I didn’t—”
“Knock it off,” Oro growled, “It’s not your turn, so you don’t have to apologize for anything.  You,” he patted his thigh, glaring at Diya, “Good enough.  Now, time to go over.”
A tremble ran down her spine and the blush in her cheeks deepened.  Diya stepped around to his left side, where her face would be toward her brother and Sarahi once she bent over, and started to unbutton her pants.  Oro interrupted her by taking her arm and moving her around to his right side.  She looked askance at him, glancing over her shoulder at their witnesses.  “I’m right-handed,” the Rabbit explained simply.  There was a wall on the other side of the bed, and the curve of the foot-board fairly well eliminated it as a potential seat.  They were stuck facing this way.
Closing her eyes and steeling her nerves, Diya finally got her button and zipper undone, and pushed the waistline of her pants down to just above her thighs before bending herself over Oro’s knees.  A pair of green and white striped panties stretched tight across her tush, almost too small to properly spread across the cheeks.  “I said bare,” her dominator growled, crossing his arms over his chest with a frown, as though he were losing patience with her efforts to find where the line was drawn.  The little female didn’t bother straightening up, but just hooked her thumbs under the stretchy fabric and rolled her panties down her butt until they met her pants, then pushed both a little further until they found enough slack to fall around her knees.
While she presented her hindquarters to the room, Oro shot a glare to her brother.  “Only Sarahi is allowed to look away,” he declared with finality, “You came here for this, so you’re going to watch it all.  Understood?”
Kylan nodded silently, chewing his lip and leaning on his hands behind his back as he stared as his sister’s exposed posterior.  Oro brushed her tail up over her back and shamelessly squeezed one of the cheeks, making her squeak as he exposed her tail-hole to her brother’s eyes.  Judging by the expression that crossed Kylan’s face, it wasn’t an unappealing sight.  “Will you stop teasing and hit me?!” Diya begged, unable to bear the nervous tension in her body much longer.
Oro gave her a lop-sided grin, smacking her rump so lightly it was more like a pat...or a promise of what was soon to come.  “How many?”
“Ugh...don’t make me pick.”  Her face was already beet-red, and she was covering her eyes with her hands, kicking her feet to keep the tension from spreading to the back of her legs and adding to the sting.
“If I pick the number,” Oro warned, “I’m not telling it to you, and it will be double-digits.”
“Fiii-INE!” she whined, tail lashing to the side before he pulled it back up and trapped it under the hand he laid on her back, “Fifteen!  I can take a little more than I got last time.”
“Sixteen,” the Rabbit declared, “To make it even on both cheeks.”  And before she could argue or complain again, he struck the first blow, sending a ripple through her tight tush.
Diya squealed, her hands coming down from her eyes to grip the comforter on Sarahi’s bed instead, and her legs kicked out behind her as her whole body snapped tight.  He waited until she could exhale again, just as she began to lower her legs, then stung her other side.  There was less kick this time, and less of a screech, but Diya’s eyes scrunched up tight and tears started to flow.  After the third, she seemed to become strangely relaxed, and accepted the rest of her licks without much more than a twitch as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks and cries of relief ebbed from her lips.
Oro cautiously rubbed her rose-red bottom for a moment after the last blow, giving her a moment to finish her cry and start to recompose herself before having her stand up.  “Oh...oh shit...I’m sorry,” she sighed, sounding exhausted and satisfied all at the same time.  Her apology was directed at a damp spot on the right leg of his pants, the source of which was both obvious and humiliating.  Surprisingly, Oro ignored it completely, and just waved her in the general direction of the wall where her brother currently stood.
She didn’t even bother pulling her pants back up, but stepped out of them completely and half-heartedly kicked them over by the spot where she intended to stand, not yet ready to try pulling them over her abused backside.  “Your turn,” Oro growled at the little male standing against the wall with his heart doing triple-time in his chest already, “What do you need to apologize for?”
“Um...,” he closed his eyes and swallowed hard, “Well, for starters...”  Instead of telling, he apparently decided it was better to show.  Undoing the clasp and zipper of his pants, he opened the fly to reveal a pair of panties that matched his sister’s in color, though the pattern was polka-dot instead of stripes.
Sarahi’s eyes couldn’t widen any more, or they would pop out of the sockets, but Oro just arched a brow.  “Unless you stole them, there’s nothing wrong with that.  Doesn’t count.”
Kylan blinked like he didn’t quite understand.  “No, I mean...,” he pointed at the obvious strain in the front of the fabric, and the damp spot growing near the waistline.
Oro still shook his head, though.  “Perfectly natural reaction.  It can’t be helped, and won’t hurt anyone.  Still doesn’t count.”
The little male swallowed again, looking at the Rabbit almost fearfully, and finally turned a sheepish look to his sister.  “I...um...touch your butt at night...sometimes,” he confessed, “I’m sorry.”
Much to everyone’s surprise (except Oro, judging by the cold apathy on his face), Diya nodded calmly.  “I know.  I like it.  I forgive you.”
The Rabbit shrugged.  “Good enough.  Bend down,” he commanded, patting his thighs again.  Kylan stationed himself as his sister had, and pushed both his pants and his panties all the way to his ankles before laying himself across the Rabbit’s lap.  Oro was giving Diya a smug, toothy smile now.  “Same rules I explained to him,” he warned her before giving Kylan a sly, sideways look (that the smaller male really couldn’t see above his back).  “You know that’s going to get uncomfortable if you leave it there.  You sure you don’t want to adjust?”
The young male’s ears flattened briefly.  Then he stood up on the tips of his toes to lift his hips a little off Oro’s leg...and pushed his bright pink erection back to lay down the side of Oro’s leg, between his own thighs, instead of pinned under his belly.  The Rabbit patted his rump well above his similarly exposed sac, signaling the little Feline to prepare himself.  “I’ll be careful not to hit them,” Oro promised with a smug grin...
His voice was just a little deeper than his sister’s, but otherwise his reactions were much the same, right down to the pitch of his screams.  Diya watched with her teeth clenched and her hands behind her warm bottom, much as her brother had stood...and probably for much the same reason.  The scrunch of her face was pained in a way that had nothing to do with the burning in her butt.
Kylan stood up almost as soon as the last swat fell, still sniffling and streaming tears down his chin, to hide his throbbing arousal behind his cupped hands.  Oro bent down to gather up and hand him his pants.  “Alright, you kids go downstairs and calm down.  Get dressed as soon as you can.  The adults need to have a quick talk,” he chuckled.
Whatever they thought of that wording, the twins made a quick and silent exit, and closed the door behind them.  Only after his ears told him they were down the stairs did he turn to look at the Sha'khari huddled in the corner of the room.  She had been absolutely silent from the moment the first swat landed on Diya, and was still sitting there, looking at him with a saucer-eyed but otherwise blank stare, and hugging herself across her belly.  “...Can you move?” Oro asked with an amused chuckle.  When she very slowly shook her head, he asked a little more seriously, “Can you talk?”
That she nodded to...though again slowly, and she had to swallow a few times and run her tongue around her lips to wet them before she found her voice.  “Oro,” she started in a very soft voice, “We’re best friends, right?”
The Rabbit flopped onto his back on top of her bed, crossing his arms behind his head.  “That, or the closest thing I’ve ever had to it,” he assured her.
“So we can trust each other with our secrets...right?  Even...the really bad ones...maybe?” she asked with a little hesitance, like she might be walking into dangerous territory.
He opened just one eye to look over at her.  “You need to get something off your chest?”
Sarahi rocked her head from side to side thoughtfully.  “Maybe.  But first I want to know...and I won’t judge...but are you actually...some kind of closet pervert?” she asked in a very even, neutral tone.  “That...you enjoyed that...I think you enjoyed that even more than fighting,” she finished carefully, explaining the source of her sudden concern.
The Rabbit’s expression dropped solidly into one of disappointment.  “Okay, we’re going there, then.  Sure.”  He held up one finger in the air above him, as if pointing to the ceiling.  “First, there is nothing I like more than a good fight.  I masturbate to visions of broken teeth.  Second,” he pointed a second finger at the ceiling, “You seem to have enjoyed the show pretty well.  You are being very careful to keep it hidden behind your front paws, so you’re probably rock-hard at the moment, aren’t you?”  He didn’t wait for her answer, though she winced a little at having been found out.  “Third and finally...I will admit it’s a bit of a power-trip, having them in my lap like that...all vulnerable and submissive and just begging to be crushed,” he clenched his fist for a second, then relaxed it with a sigh.  “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t do that often.  It’ll tempt me to cross a line even I’m wary of.  But now I have a question for you, since we’re already here and worked up,” he added, sitting back up and looking at her over his shoulder, “Do you want to try it?”
She did not.  Rather, she did not want to admit that the twins made it look...exciting.  Not fun, but...arousing.  And even soaked in tears and sore of bottom, they looked like they’d enjoyed it.  Sarahi couldn’t bring herself to answer him aloud.  After a long moment, she carefully got her paws under her and padded over to stand in front of him, taking her skirt off the closet door as she came and clutching it to her chest.   Facing toward the door like she couldn’t quite make up her mind whether or not to keep going, eventually she took a deep, steadying breath.
“...Just...one,” she sighed at last, slowly stretching out her front paws to put her animal chest on the ground while keeping her tail-end in the air.  Her arms crossed her breasts, hugging herself at the elbows, and she waited with head bowed and eyes closed stoically.
“Three,” the Rabbit countered, holding up his fingers again.  “It has to be at least three to count as a spanking.  And you owe someone, somewhere, an apology.”
The Sha'khari gnashed her teeth.  “Oh, I am sorry I ever got involved in this, and that I just stood by and watched instead of stopping you.  I swear, I will never be so passive again,” she growled, giving her haunches a shake, “And also that I will scratch you if you tease me, so get it over with already.”
The Rabbit chuckled softly, stood up beside her, and smacked her rump hard.  Sarahi yelped and instantly went skittering out the door.  “Nope! Nopenonono, not for me!” she shouted as she ran down the stairs, leaving Oro laughing uncontrollably.
Down in the living-room, the twins had pulled their pants back on and washed their faces, and were now relaxing at either end of the couch with eyes closed and mouths hanging limply open, breathing so deep and slow that they might be mistaken for being asleep.  Diya proved otherwise as Sarahi came dashing down the stairs.  “Hey, is everything all right?” she asked gently and slowly, half opening one eye to look at the Sha'khari rubbing her offended haunch.
“Yes,” Sarahi quickly assured her, pulling her skirt over her Feline back and fastening it around her waist, “Um...are you guys okay?”  She was genuinely worried about the pair of abused siblings on the verge of passing out right there on her couch.
Kylan nodded without ever opening his eyes.  Diya somehow found the energy to put her answer into words: “I feel really...good now.  I’m just sleepy...because I feel so relaxed.”  She opened both eyes then, politely closing her mouth and facing Sarahi.  “I’m sorry I swore.  I know you and your parents don’t like that.”
The Sha'khari shook her head, padding over to sit next to Diya’s end of the couch.  “I don’t mind so much anymore.  Oro kind of broke me of that.  Um...you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable telling me...but why do you feel good?  How was that helpful?”
Diya just shook her head and laid it back against the couch again.  “I don’t know.  But it really is.”
“Because we don’t get that at home,” Kylan offered from the far end of the couch, “Even if we deserve it.  Mom...,” he was forced to pause by a yawn, then continued, “Mom’s on the city council, so her reputation is really important, and delicate.  We understand.  And we’re smart, so it’s not very hard to keep high grades and stay out of trouble.  But when we do screw up...”  He kind of trailed off with a shrug.
“When we screw up,” Diya picked up for him, “Mom and Dad make sure it gets swept under the rug.  We don’t get punished for our mistakes: they’re treated like they just didn’t happen.  Even if it was serious.  Even if it involved other people.”
This was all news to Sarahi.  The twins had never been anything except nice to her...and even if she sometimes thought that was because they were being paid to babysit her, there was no shame in that.  “What on earth could you have ‘screwed up’ involving other people?”
Diya shook her head again.  “Doesn’t matter.  It was a long time ago.  We’re not bad kids, even if I’m saying that myself, and we’re not stupid.  But it seems like there was a day we started really thinking about how far we could push the line on some things, and whether or not Mom and Dad would say anything...and started acting out at home.”
Kylan cleared his throat and lifted his head then, stopping her from going further.  “Look, we said some pretty personal things up there, so you should have some idea.  And you should also know we’re not going to tell, or make any other kind of trouble for you, if you’ll do us the same favor.”  Sarahi firmly nodded her understanding, and Kylan stretched his whole body, leaning to one side to rub his sore bottom.  “Gods forgotten, it does feel good to come clean, though, if only a little.  Can we have a few more of these, so I can feel fully purged?”
“Sure.  Why not?” Oro rolled his eyes, finally descending the stairs after getting his warped sense of humor under control, “But next time: your place.  You come up with the excuse for the visit.”
Diya nodded.  “Sure.  Dad’s overseas on business until summer.  Mom’s always busy, and doesn’t pry even when she’s not, since we turned eighteen last winter.  It shouldn’t be hard, and we’ll have most of the house to ourselves.”  She checked the clock on the wall briefly, then slid off the couch and stretched her entire, tiny body.  “Your parents should be home before long.  It’s probably okay for us to go already.  Oro, do you want a lift home?  It’s dark out.”
“Nah,” the Rabbit shook his head, “I’ll just stay the night here this time.  Sarahi’s bed is big enough.”
That woke the twins up, and all three of them looked at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head...with a forked tongue and breathing fire, no less.  “There,” he smirked, “Now you’re safe to drive.  But I’ll still see myself out, thanks.”  Stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, the Rabbit marched out into the night without so much as a ‘goodbye’.
“Just between us,” Diya confessed, still looking at the door like he might walk back through it any second, “I worry most about him knowing when he’s crossed a line.  Does he ever make you feel...unsafe?” she asked Sarahi in all seriousness.
“Constantly,” the Sha'khari sighed, now feeling tired herself, “But only from what he’ll provoke in other people.  I’d rather be alone with him than in any kind of crowd, especially if some of them are important and respectable.”
“Yeah...we should make sure he doesn’t actually have a chance to talk to Mom,” Kylan agreed.