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April 17, 2020
"I'm going out."
Megan's head snapped up and she stared at Sue. "You're going out? What about me?" She couldn't help the edge in her voice that bordered on a whine.
"It's the WNBA Draft. I have to be there," Sue said calmly. "You don't, so you can't. Social distancing, Megan."
"But you're taking Crystal." The edge in Megan's voice was sharper. Crystal Dangerfield was one of the draft prospects.
"Crystal has to be there. You do not. This is not up for discussion, Megan Anna." Sue folded her arms. "I know we've spent the last thirty-seven nights together, but I have to go out."
"And," Sue added, "no calling other people to ask for a ride, either."
Megan's clever plan flew out the window. "But, Sue!"
"No buts." Sue sighed. "You know how to cook dinner for yourself, or if you want to order in, you can, but eat. I'll be home later. I love you."
Megan sighed. "Love you, Sue." Even if you are being mean and horrible. She accepted her girlfriend's kiss and returned it dutifully before flopping down on the couch with a grimace.
Andi and Rose's video call distracted Megan from sulking too long, though, and in the end she declared herself in open rebellion against dinner if Sue wasn't there to eat it with her. So her intended "dinner" was chips and salsa (with a generous amount of sriracha mixed in), a chocolate brownie Luna bar, and a bowl of popcorn, salted, peppered and sprinkled with even more sriracha.
When Andi and Rose saw what Megan was eating, they traded glances.
"Pinoe, what's that?"
"Snacks," Megan answered Andi, eyebrows raised at the younger girl.
"Uh huh. What did you get for dinner, Pinoe?"
Megan shrugged.
"Sue's gone."
Rose gave Andi an exasperated look. Go figure.
As Rose chatted to Megan, Andi moved out of camera view and pulled out her phone, texting Rachael..
Andi: Uh, Pinoe One?
Rachael: Oh gods now what's she done?
Andi: Hello to you too.
Rachael: You never text unless Megan's in trouble. At least, not calling me 'Pinoe One' like I'm Red Leader or something.
Andi: Okay, fair. I think it's more like what's Sue done, though.
Rachael: It's the night of the WNBA Draft, she's...oh fuck, she's gone out without Megan, hasn't she?
Andi: Yep.
Rachael: And left Megan on her own to fend for herself? After thirty-seven days in quarantine together???
Andi: Uh huh.
Rachael: I'll go to my sister. I can kill Sue when she gets home.
Andi: It's not Sue's fault, she expected Megan to be reasonable and order dinner, not just live off snacks.
Rachael: And I'll bring some chicken wraps for her. Oh gods, Megs, of all the ridiculous...Either she should have called me or Sue should have.
Andi: Alright, Spirit One signing off to let you do that.
Rachael: Okay, you and Lavelle take care, Sullivan.
Andi: Will do.
When Andi went back to the call, she traded a glance with Rose that Pinoe missed, happily absorbed in her popcorn. "Don't eat so fast, Pinoe, you'll choke," Andi said. The older girl raised an eyebrow.
"Andi, you telling me what to do?"
"Just trying to keep you safe."
As the three girls chatted, the two DC girls tried to keep their evidently little Captain from gorging herself on snacks, since they knew Rachael would be bringing proper healthy food.
Rachael Rapinoe, for her part, had grabbed the promised chicken wraps en route to her sister's place, and driven as fast as legally permissible, by the quickest route to Sue and Megan's.
Megan was trading dirty insults with Rose when a knock sounded at the door, a distinctive series of taps and thumps that Megan recognized.
"What's Rach doing here?" she demanded. "No, wait, you wouldn't know," she corrected herself, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of that. What would Andi and Rose have to do with my twin showing up?
"Why don't you go see?" Andi prompted gently, and Megan pushed the half-eaten bowl of spicy popcorn, box of Luna bars, and chips and salsa behind the couch before going to answer the door.
Rachael stepped through the door and closed it firmly behind her with the hand not occupied with the chicken wraps. "Brought you something, Megs."
Megan's eyes lit up at the chicken wraps. "Those look good," she admitted. "Are you going to stay with me?"
"M-hmmm. At least until Sue gets back. How little are you right now, Megs?"
The younger of the thirty-four-year-old Rapinoe twins blushed at her (barely) older sister's question. "Dunno, probably...teen I'd guess?"
"Sounds about right." Rachael gave her sister a fondly exasperated look as she shepherded her past the couch and spotted the hidden snacks. "I'll set these out for us, you pick those up," she ordered and Megan nodded quickly.
"Rachael's there, Pinoe?" Andi asked, drawing Megan's attention back to the call. Megan nodded.
"Yeah."
"Alright, good. We'll say goodnight then, it's late here. You be good for Rach, okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
Rose snorted at that. "We love you, Pinoe. Talk again soon."
"Love you too. Bye." Megan hung up the call and pocketed her phone before going to pick up the snacks and putting them on the counter.
"So what was this?" Rachael inquired as she plated up the wraps, pouring strawberry lemonade for them both. She was not making margaritas for a teenage Megan.
"Just a video call from Rose and Andi. We should have played them today."
Rachael paused as a few more things became clear. "Uh huh. And these?" She gestured at the previously hidden snacks. "Were these what you were eating with Sue not here?"
"I didn't want to eat dinner."
"Mhmm. I see," Rachael murmured.
"I'll eat dinner now you've brought it, though," Megan added quickly, sensing the danger she was in.
"Yeah, you will, kiddo." Rachael squeezed her twin's shoulder. "What did Mom always say about proper meals?"
"They're important," Megan mumbled.
"And do snacks count as dinner?" Rachael asked patiently.
"No ma'am."
"M-hmm. So tell me, Megan Anna, why you decided to eat snacks tonight when you know better."
"Because Sue took Crystal and said I couldn't go and she left me here and dinner was stupid," Megan ground out, more honestly than she expected. She couldn't lie to Rachael, though. Not to her other half, who knew her better than she knew herself, sometimes.
"That was hurtful, wasn't it, and you shouldn't have been left alone. I'll talk with Sue about that." Rachael hugged her twin. "But you know what you could have done instead of eating snacks."
"Ordered food. Or asked you to bring some."
"Which I would have gladly done, and did when Andi told me you needed me," Rachael agreed. "I would have much rather heard it from you though, kiddo. Okay?"
"Okay," Megan sighed, shoulders slumping.
"Alright, Megan Anna. You know where it is," Rachael said, causing her twin to wince. "Go get it."
Megan stepped back from Rachael's embrace, giving her an imploring look. "Rach, do I have to?"
"Would that work on your girls?"
"No," Megan sighed, grimacing.
"Go get it, then," Rachael said, in the same calm tone.
Megan sighed and nodded. "Back here?" she asked tentatively, and Rachael gave her a nod in return.
Because being spanked in her own kitchen was such a welcoming prospect.
Nevertheless, she went back to her and Sue's bedroom, and opened the top dresser drawer.
When she returned (with great reluctance) to the kitchen, it was with Sue’s hairbrush sized leather paddle in her hand.
Rachael took it from Megan, then swung her foot up, bracing her leg on the seat of a kitchen chair. "Come on then, Megs, you know how you have to be."
Oh fuck, really? Megan groaned.
"I could bare you myself," Rachael said, and with a grimace at the thought of that, Megan took her leggings and knickers down, putting herself over her twin's thigh. Ew. This could not possibly be any worse.
It could, though, since Rachael had started spanking Megan with her hand, and she was not holding back. Well, okay, maybe a bit since Megan wasn't in a grown up space, but she was still grown up enough to know better.
Megan squirmed and bucked a bit, and Rachael's arm tightened around her, holding Megan firmly as she spanked her. When Megan's bottom cheeks were rosy, Rachael switched to the paddle.
"Fourteen, Megs."
Well, at least it isn't going to be thirty-four, Megan thought with a grimace, yelping as the first smack fell.
Rachael didn't make her count, thank gods, but she kept a mental count anyways. One. Two. Three. Four. As Rachael alternated smacks over her bottom cheeks, Megan wondered where her twin learned to smack so fucking hard.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. The second set of four elicited whimpers. "Owwww, Rach, please, not so fucking hard!"
Rachael snorted at that. "Nice try, Megs," she said, running her fingers through her twin's short hair for a minute. "Over half done now."
Which is when she or Carli would say almost done and she knew what that meant. Rachael adjusted her position and Megan kicked a bit, unable to help flailing a little.
"Hey, hey, easy Megs, I know, I know, I've gotcha." Rachael crooned soothingly. "I'm here, you're safe, we're almost finished."
Yeah, thought Megan with a sigh. "I know. And I know what that means." She held tight to the chair leg, and Rachael hugged Megan's body closer to hers before the paddle fell again, squarely on Megan's sit spots, first one side, then another.
Fucking ow. "Fuck!"
Rachael rolled her eyes. "Four left, Megs." As though that's any fucking consolation.
The next two smacks fell on Megan's sit spots, too, and the last two to Megan's undercurves. Rachael ignored her twin's cursing and kicking, pulling her to her feet once she was done and gently righting her clothing for her.
"Hey, hey," she murmured, pulling Megan into her arms. "It's okay, Megs, there, there, I've got you safe. All done."
Safe. And Rachael's arms were the safest in the world, Megan thought, snuggling into them. Always had been, always would be, even more than Sue's.
"Okay, Megs," Rachael said softly, giving her twin a reassuring cuddle. "Let's go get the chicken wraps, okay, and the lemonade, and you'll feel better." She ran her fingers through her twin's hair and Megan leaned into Rachael's embrace, already feeling a little better now that Rachael had obviously forgiven her. She sat - reluctantly - with Rachael at the kitchen table to eat, thankful that the chairs were cushioned.
While they were eating, Rachael texted Sue.
Rachael: Bird, where are you?
Sue: About to leave Crystal's. I'm on my way home, why?
Rachael: Because next time you think you have to leave my sister alone, try calling me first?
Sue: ...oh, fuck.
Rachael: Yeah, that's about right. And just so you know, Bird, you're more at fault than she is for this. Yes, she only went down to teen so she theoretically COULD have called me herself, but I don't think she remembered that option was on the table. It wasn't given to her, was it?
Sue: No, I just told her to order in or cook dinner for herself, and not to call anyone to take her to the draft.
Rachael: I want you to make one stop before you come in the kitchen.
Sue: ...yeah?
Rachael: You still have your uniform, right? Go put it on.
Sue: ...why do I think you don't mean my Seattle Storm uniform?
Rachael: Because I don't.
Sue's stomach knotted, and when she got home and parked, she detoured from the kitchen, heading into their bedroom and closing the door. She undressed slowly, and went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of white cotton knickers and white knee-length socks. Her sports bra next, and as she stood in front of the wardrobe in her underwear, she took a centering breath. "Rachael's crazy," she muttered.
But she opened the wardrobe, anyway, pushing her normal clothes aside to look into the back. There was a navy short sleeve shirt with bands on the cuffs and collar, and a logo: Christ the King. She pulled it on with a grimace of distaste.
Then the navy kilt, after a quick look between the kilt, the navy slacks or leggings, or the khaki slacks. Given the only reason Rachael would make her don this, the kilt was the most sensible option. She made sure it was hanging at the right length instinctively, smoothing down invisible creases.
"Fuck," Sue muttered, feeling dirty for even saying that while dressed like this. She'd forgotten her shoes. Her usual trainers won't do.
She had a pair of 'sensible' lace up shoes not unlike the ones she had to wear in high school, so those went on next, and then Sue checked herself over to be sure she'd not got a single article of clothing out of place.
The tie. Oh yes.
Well, her hair, first. She brushed it out, braided it in one thick plait.
Was she wearing earrings? No. Thank gods. Mechanically, she looped the tie around her neck, feeling its negligible weight like an anchor as the knot settled under her collar, at the front of her throat.
"I think that's everything," Sue said aloud to no one in particular, turning before her floor length mirror to make absolutely sure.
Her phone buzzed and she went to check it.
Rachael: Oh. And bring your ruler, Bird.
Sue's stomach dropped, but really, what did she expect?
When Sue finally entered the kitchen, the Rapinoe twins were waiting for her.
Megan (apparently back out of little space) gave her girlfriend an appreciative look. "You look hot, Sue."
"Not helping, Megs," Rachael informed her sister. "Go sit on the couch please."
While it was somewhat comforting to hear that compliment from her girlfriend, Rachael sending Megan away made Sue squirm again.
I'm five years older than them, she tried to remind herself. It didn't work.
"Alright, Bird," Rachael said when they were alone. "Hand it over."
Sue handed the ruler - eighteen inches of solid wood - over silently, unsure what Rachael had in mind. She could think of two potential targets - well, three, technically, though she could probably rule the last one out. Making her dress like a Catholic schoolgirl or not, she figured even Rachael would draw the line at smacking knuckles.
Rachael put the ruler down on the counter next to her, then motioned for Sue to sit down at the table. Sue was five inches taller than Rachael; she didn't want to strain her neck trying to meet the basketball player's eyes.
Sue took her seat wordlessly. "Rachael, I--"
"Did I tell you that you could speak, Miss Bird?"
Oh, so it's like that, is it. "No, ma'am."
"Just in case you've already forgotten why we're here, you left my sister alone to fend for herself." Rachael sounded less 'angry Catholic nun' and more 'pissed off big sister' which was honestly worse. At least she wasn't trying to get too deep into a role that didn't suit her. If she was trying to make Sue feel smaller than her, though, she was succeeding.
"Yes ma'am." Sue saw Megan behind Rachael, wanting to object and shook her head slightly. "I'm fine," she mouthed, and Megan subsided. Well, fine for now anyway. That was presumably due to change in short order.
"You had better options," Rachael said, and Sue snapped to attention. "What should you have done?"
"Called you, ma'am, instead of leaving my girlfriend home by herself, after she's been in quarantine with me for so long and isn't used to being alone anymore and shutting her down when she didn't want to be separated from me." Sue had a while to think about it. The whole time she was at the draft she was feeling guilty, if not quite as guilty as she felt after Rachael let her know Megan really HAD needed her.
"That's right." Rachael folded her arms. "Alright, Bird, over the arm of the couch, hands on the seat." She couldn't take Sue over her lap and use the ruler; it's too long and Sue wouldn't fit.
"Should I bare myself, ma'am?" Sue couldn't help the tremor in her voice and silently cursed herself, how come her girlfriend's sister is making her react this way?
It's not really Rachael herself, though. It's the uniform, and the guilt, and the...well, everything.
"I'll take care of that part."
Which is not what Sue was hoping to hear, but at least it would preserve her modesty for a little while, anyway.
Sue took up position, putting her hands flat on the middle couch cushion as she bent well over.
Megan was still on the couch, and she put her hands over Sue's protectively - possessively? No, Megan wasn't like that, it's definitely a protective gesture. But bent over like this, Sue couldn't help feeling a shudder course through her. The position's all too familiar, though it's been a very long time indeed.
"Babe," Megan murmured, touching her forehead to Sue's.
Sue tried not to tense as she felt her kilt being folded back, her knickers pulled down. The rush of air felt cold on her bare bottom, though it's not really that cold in the house, and she shivered.
"I'm here, Sue," Megan whispered, her hands wrapped lightly around Sue's wrists, and Sue was grateful for the younger Rapinoe's reassuring touch. The elder was not nearly so forgiving - not right away.
Rachael began Sue's spanking with her hand, warming her up so she'd be better able to take the ruler smacks. She didn’t have to, she might not be expected to, but while the elder Pinoe's hand stung like fury it would be better for Sue in the long run.
It didn't take Sue long to come to tears, though they're tears of relief. She didn't want a longer spanking, of course not, who would (and why the hell is Pinoe One so good at it? Well, Sue had the answer to that right in front of her. Right in front of her, brow to brow, cheek to cheek, hands on hers. Megan wouldn’t let her suffer this alone.)
But though she didn't want to be spanked longer, she knows it's better for her than the ruler smacks alone, and she's grateful that Rachael's taking the time to prepare her properly. Of course Rachael would, Pinoe One doesn't neglect those she loves. And she does love Sue, pissed off as she is at her.
By the time Rachael stopped, Sue was breathing hard and trembling. Her bottom surely couldn't take much more, she thought, as Megan reached up to wipe her tears.
"It's going to be okay, love." Now was really not the time for Megan to be kissing her, but Sue wasn't going to stop her, not a kiss of passion or romance or gods know what it might lead to, just tender and sweet, a brief moment of comfort before the storm really hits. "I've got you safe."
Isn't Sue usually the one who tells Megan that? But Sue appreciated the reassurance just as much as her girlfriend, especially from her girlfriend, and she nodded, letting Megan give her one more brief, gentle kiss.
"Twenty, Bird."
Sue jerked in surprise at this. At school a senior girls' paddling would have been no more than sixteen, even with the ruler. But then, Sue reminded herself, she's not really eighteen anymore, is she? She's almost forty for gods' sakes. Almost forty and in this position again.
"Yes ma'am," Sue said, finally realizing an answer was required. Why she didn't think there would be, she doesn't know.
"Count them off for me."
Of course. "Yes, ma'am."
The first smack landed, and Sue jumped, though she was sure it would hurt much worse if she hadn't been warmed up already. "One, thank you ma'am."
"Good girl, Bird."
Fuck you, Sue would say if it was anyone but Rachael.
With Megan's silent support, Sue counted her way up to twelve, each one landing on her bottom cheeks which feel as if Rachael's lit a godsdamned fire on them. There was probably no part there that went unspanked and Sue closed her eyes tightly, shuddering. If there's only eight left - only - she knew where they would fall.
"Rachael?"
Sue jumped again, this time because Megan's voice forestalled Sue from landing a thirteenth smack.
"Yes, Megan?"
"Rachael...please, not the full twenty. I'll take some of them," Megan offered. "You only gave me fourteen, and I may have been...not me at the time but I wasn't tiny. I'll take some of them for Sue. Please, to make it more fair."
Rachael gave her twin a gentle smile, softening a bit. "I'll let you go equal shares with Sue then. You had fourteen, she's meant to have twenty, that's thirty-four, so seventeen each," Rachael decided.
Three less wasn't much but it was still something and Sue whispered "thank you, Megs" to her girlfriend, loving her for it.
That meant five left, with the twelve she'd counted off already. Sue wasn't entirely surprised that they fell in rapid succession, covering from her sit spots to her undercurves too fast for her to count them properly.
"S-seventeen, t-thank you, ma'am," she managed to choke out at the end, and Rachael was satisfied with that, gently replacing Sue's clothing and helping her up.
"Okay, kid." Rachael beckoned her negligibly younger sister over, and had her bare herself, taking her over the arm of the couch where Sue had just been lying.
Sue took Megan's hands, though for three smacks - no, there's a bit more than that.
Rachael warmed her twin's bottom again with her hand. It didn't take much, just a few smacks to re-ignite the earlier spanking, but she still wasn't going to just start with the ruler, only three smacks or not.
Megan squirmed at the smacks, but she knew the reason for them, from both sides of the equation, so she didn't argue. When Rachael finished warming Megan's bottom for her, she patted her sister's back, then rested the ruler across the middle of Megan's bottom. "Start with 'fifteen'," she advised her sister.
What? Oh. Wincing as the smack made sharp contact, she got out, "Fifteen, thank you, ma'am."
"Sixteen" crossed Megan's sit spots and "seventeen" her undercurve, and with each counted off properly, Rachael let her get up, fixing her clothing for her. The Rapinoe twins and Sue hugged each other.
"Okay, it's all right now," Rachael murmured, reassuring them both. "I love you so much, Megs, and, Sue, you're another sister to me. I don't want anything to happen to the two of you. If this situation comes up again, or something similar, please call me, okay?"
"Okay," Megan said softly, and Sue nodded. "I promise," Sue said.
"Alright, and you can go get dressed in something normal now, Sue," Rachael added.
"Why did you make me wear this?" Sue asked with a disgusted grimace, even though she was sure she knew.
"Because you're older than me, and I needed you to not be, for this," Rachael said quietly. "That's the only reason."
"That, and she looks good in the uniform?"
Rachael rolled her eyes at her twin. "Yes, yes, admire your girlfriend all you want in roleplays on your own time, Megs. I'm not about to get involved that far."
Megan smirked and before she could make an inappropriate comment, Rachael covered Megan's mouth. "Go on, Sue," she prompted, and Sue was glad to head back to their room to shed that uniform, whether Megan found it hot or not.
When Sue came back, she was in her pajamas, robe and slippers, and Megan took that as her cue. "Want to stay over, Rach?"
"Sure," Rachael agreed, giving her twin a squeeze. "I know where everything is. You two go get some sleep." She'd sleep on the couch and it'd be fine. She borrowed pajamas off Megan and the twins got ready for bed.
All, for now, was well despite the quarantine.