Rhen soon fell into a steady routine as the weeks flew by and the summer semester wound down to a close. Every morning her aunt would wake her up around eight. Either in person by throwing back the curtains on her window to let in the early rays of morning sunshine as birds chirped away happily in the distance. Or else by calling for her from the foot of the stairs after she’d slapped the snooze button on her alarm clock one too many times, coaxing her out of bed with the mouth-watering scents of a hot breakfast wafting up from somewhere in the kitchen down below.
They would then share a quiet breakfast together while she gradually shook off the last vestiges of drowsiness still clinging to her like cobwebs. Fully coming awake as she filled her stomach with whatever her aunt had whipped up for her that morning and drinking down a tall glass or two of orange juice. Truth be told, she would have much preferred a soda or maybe even some coffee instead of the pulpy juice, but whenever she asked for either of those things Dana would just cluck her tongue disapprovingly and shake her head, putting a stop to the discussion before it even had a chance to get started.
“You’re way too young to be relying on caffeine to get you going in the morning, dear,” she’d admonish with a warm smile around the rim of her own steaming mug of premium dark roast. “A healthy breakfast and some juice is exactly what a girl your age needs to grow up nice and strong. Now quit giving me that dirty look and finish your eggs before you wind up eating them standing up.”
After their breakfast dishes had been cleared away they would then typically split up and go about their separate ways for the rest of the day.
And on those days that Rhen didn’t have off from school, this usually involved her riding her bike over to campus since Dana had her hands full with the daycare and couldn’t give her a ride. Which was honestly just fine with her since the university was only a few miles away from their house and the ride there gave her plenty of time to clear her head and attempt to adopt a more mature air about herself so that she hopefully wouldn’t stick out quite as much in her young teen attire.
Unfortunately though, that never seemed to quite work out, and more often than not she found herself having to deal with the amused snickers or dismissive eye-rolls of her fellow students as she sat among them in lectures or else waited in line to ask her professors a question after class was over. It was definitely annoying and more than a little embarrassing to be sure, but she supposed that it could always have been worse.
At least most people just assumed that she was a freshman in high school getting an early start on her college credits, as opposed to being smack dab in the middle of seventh grade, or else something even worse. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. And after that mother of a spanking she’d received in her dorm room with so many of her friends watching on from the open doorway on the night that she’d moved out, Rhen was only too happy to take whatever little victories she could get.
She just wished that her former dorm buddies would stop saying hello to her with a casual slap on the butt, or else asking her if she’d been behaving herself lately.
The jerks.
Those little swat-greetings weren’t unbearable though, and she’d quickly gotten used to them, but that didn’t stop her from finding excuses to stay home whenever she could. Which meant that on the days that she didn’t have to be on campus, she wound up spending a lot of her free time hanging out with the other kids that Dana looked after for her daycare.
Mostly by choice.
If she’d had her way, she would have spent the majority of those days hiding out inside her bedroom playing around on her computer and only emerging at noon to eat lunch with the others so that she could at least pretend that she wasn’t actually supposed to be one of them. But her bossy boots auntie would have none of it, and insisted that she at least spend a couple of hours, up until lunch time at the very least, playing with all of the kids who’d been dropped off by their parents after breakfast that morning.
“Nobody likes a grumpy goose who spends all day sulking in her room just because she thinks she’s too old to have fun with children a bit younger than she is,” she would scold, wagging an admonishing forefinger at her that carried a very real, silent promise that a spanking would be forthcoming if she didn’t do as she was told. “Besides, it’ll do you a world of good to socialize more and get some of that pent-up energy out of your system before you hit the books. Now you get that cute little caboose of yours moving before I move it for you!”
Although the warning was a serious one, the words were always accompanied by a sly grin and a little wink that dulled the edge of them enough to make them easy to swallow, and Rhen would scurry off to join in on whatever game was already in progress on the floor below without needing a swat or two to send her on her way. And more frequently than she would have liked to admit, she found herself being swept up into some silly shenanigan or another with the other kids her aunt looked after, and would wind up spending all of her afternoon playing with them instead of hanging out by herself in her bedroom like she’d planned.
In fact, it happened enough times that after a week or two she was willing to admit that Dana might have had a point about her needing to socialize more.
Not that she’d ever tell her that without one heck of a spanking to loosen her lips first, of course.
After everyone else had gone home for the day, the two of them would then meet up again to eat dinner either at home, or else at a nearby restaurant so that Dana could have a chance to get out of the house for a little while. They’d talk about their respective days as they ate, enjoying each other’s company and just unwinding as they tried to decide what they wanted to do that evening, before Dana would ask about whether or not Rhen had any homework that she still needed to take care of.
As much as the both of them enjoyed spending their time together at night as a burgeoning couple, she refused to budge an inch on making sure that her adorable little “niece” lived up to her full academic potential.
And if she decided that she’d rather play all afternoon instead of working on her homework, then she had nobody to blame but herself when her panties came down for a brisk spanking after dinner.
After all, rules were rules, weren’t they?
And if there was one thing that Dana Johnson loved doing with the raven-haired sophomore that she was now involved with, it was enforcing the rules.
Later on at night, about an hour before it was time for her to go to bed, Rhen would usually slip away to indulge herself in a long and luxurious shower, basking in the delicious heat of the steaming water without having to worry about anybody barging in on her. Well, most of the time. Dana liked to wait until she’d been soaking for a while before poking her head in to give her an earful if she’d noticed that she hadn’t finished doing some chore or another. Though thankfully so far she hadn’t made good on any of her threats to haul her out and show her what a spanking on a wet bottom felt like.
Not yet anyway.
After showering, Rhen would then brush her teeth and change into her sky blue pajamas, and Dana would tuck her in under her covers with a kiss goodnight. And if she’d behaved herself well that day, then she’d fall asleep comfortably resting on her back.
More often than not however, she wound up drifting off to dreamland lying on her side with her bottom cheeks bearing at least a faint trace of redness to them from some spanking or another that she’d managed to collect during the day. As it turned out, she apparently had a natural talent for finding new and creative ways to nettle her aunt. Ways that always seemed to end with her being draped bare bottom up across her lap so that she could return the favor tenfold.
But on the bright side, at least Missus Hairbrush had yet to make a return visit since that bedtime spanking nearly three weeks ago. (Although she had a gut feeling that her luck was swiftly running out in that regard as well.)
All in all though, Rhen found that she really didn’t mind getting spanked all that much.
Well, after the fact at any rate.
In a strange, stomach-churning way, she’d discovered that courting danger and the risk of a going to bed with a sore bottom was actually a lot of fun. And while she most certainly made an effort to behave herself and adhere to the rules and schedule that Dana had provided for her (something that she was actually quite grateful for now that she was starting to see some of the benefits from them), she didn’t let herself get too upset whenever her panties inevitably found their way south for a spanking.
After all, it was just a part of life for her now, and something that a growing part of her understood that she needed.
She just had to be extra careful not to slip up too much until after everyone else had gone home for the day, or else she’d wind up with a giggling gaggle of preteens and tweens teasing her all afternoon.
—
On one particularly sunny and warm afternoon, just after Rhen had finished off the last of her finals for the semester, her aunt decided that it would be a fun idea to shepherd everyone off to the local neighborhood park for an impromptu field trip. While her back yard was certainly big enough for running around and swinging, it definitely couldn’t hold a candle to the mammoth playscapes, winding jogging paths, and various other sport courts and fields that the park a few blocks away from her house had to offer.
“We’ve got to take advantage of the nice weather before it starts to turn. Fall is just around the corner, and before you know it it’ll be way too chilly to run around and play without bundling up. So come on, kiddos, it’s off to the park we go!”
Rhen had at first tried to say that she wasn’t interested in going when Dana had made the announcement over lunch that afternoon, but her feeble excuses had been brushed aside by the older woman without a second thought.
“You know that ‘I don’t feel like it’ isn’t a valid excuse in this house, young lady,” she’d said with a casually dismissive wave of her hand that made it obvious that the matter wasn’t up for discussion. “And based on your behavior these last few weeks, I’m not sure you’re actually responsible enough to be left on your own at home quite yet anyway. So you’re coming with us, and that’s that.”
Rather than protest further and risk finishing her lunch with her shorts and panties bunched up around her ankles, Rhen had wisely chosen to keep her mouth shut and just nodded as she busied herself with taking an extra-large bite of her turkey sandwich.
The prospect of being lumped in with a bunch of tweens out in public, as opposed to the privacy of her and Dana’s home where she at least had the high fences in their back yard to shield her privacy, had butterflies roiling around inside of her stomach. Thankfully though, the older woman’s refusal at least didn’t seem all that out of the ordinary to
any of her gathered friends who were also hard at work scarfing down the rest of their lunches as fast as they could so that they could go play sooner.
After all, she was just thirteen as far as any of them knew. Of course her aunt would want to keep an eye on her instead of leaving her home alone all day.
And so after a quick round of cleaning up in the kitchen once every plate had been cleared of food, they all threw on their shoes and socks and began making the short trek down to the park, Rhen in tow right beside Dana at the head of them all.
—
Much to her own mixed relief and annoyance, Rhen found that she had no problems blending right in with everyone else running around and having a blast at the park that afternoon. Not a single person, adult or otherwise, pointed her out as being out of place among the other playing kids, and she quickly found herself being drawn into a pick-up game of red rover that left her winded and sweaty by the time she finally decided that she’d had enough of it.
As much as she would have liked to believe that her easy anonymity was a result of her flawless acting abilities and not just her natural inclination toward behaving like someone nearly half her age, she knew that a large part of why she went unnoticed by all of the adults around her was due to the outfit that she happened to be wearing. Dressed as she was in a pastel pink t-shirt with a smug emoji emblazoned across its front and a pair of snug denim shorts that ended just above her knees, to say nothing of the white ankle socks peeking out from the tops of her tennis shoes, she knew that she fit the picture of an overexcited teen running around the busy park at top speed all too well.
And to her own great surprise, she found that she really didn’t mind.
She was having way too much fun playing with her friends to worry about whether or not a bunch of random strangers mistook her for just another kid out with her aunt, instead of a whip-smart college sophomore enjoying her day off from classes.
She was dressed the part, so she might as well enjoy herself and act like it, right?
An hour or two later however, Rhen came to regret that blasé attitude of hers just a little bit. Because as she soon discovered, blending in as well as she did with the other kids around her also meant that nobody batted an eyelash when she wound up being disciplined like one as well.
After she’d gotten her fill of running around the open grass fields and seeing who could jump the furthest from the swing sets, she’d decided to unwind by spending some time alone amid the volleyball courts. But it wasn’t the sport itself that she’d had in mind. No, instead she’d spent the last half-hour playing around in the sand of an unoccupied court, doing her best to arrange it into something at least sort of resembling a sandcastle.
It was a lot harder going than she’d originally thought it would be since she didn’t have a bucket or trowel to work with. As a result, she’d been forced to move around the loose, summer-warmed granules using just her cupped hands, and at first she’d had very little luck in getting them to cooperate. But after a bit of trial and error, she’d managed to dig up some wetter and more malleable building materials from about half a foot below the sun-kissed surface of the court, and with that her little fortress had started to shape up quite nicely.
Albeit somewhat primitively.
It’s more of a mud hut than it is a fancy castle, but I still like it, she mused to herself as she hummed happily, carefully patting the sloping walls of her creation with her palms to help firm them up against possible attacks from enemy forces.
She’d already had one side collapse on her earlier, and she didn’t want a repeat of that tragedy if she could at all avoid it.
“Heads up!”
Rhen heard the warning just as a white and black soccer ball came careening into the back wall of the fortress that she’d just finished repairing, obliterating it along with most of the central tower and the armory as it embedded itself into the sand before her.
“What the hell?” she spluttered, spitting out dirt and debris as she beheld the ruins of the once beautiful seat of power for the Sand Kingdom.
“Sorry about that,” panted a boy of around twelve as he jogged up to where she sat kneeling amid her destroyed sandcastle, her face flushing hot scarlet with anger. “Hey, throw the ball back, would ya?”
“You want your ball back?” she snarled, livid as she shot to her feet to tower no more than an inch or two above the shocked boy as she continued to berate him. “Just look at what your stupid ball did to my sandcastle!”
She pointed at the crumbled mound of semi-moist sand that was all that remained of her masterpiece as she glowered.
“Hey, back off! It was just an accident!” snapped the boy as he got over his initial shock at being yelled at by some random girl and started to go on the offensive himself. “It wasn’t even that good to begin with, so why are you making such a big deal about it? Just build another one, geez.”
His friends, a few of them kids from her aunt’s daycare among them, had gravitated toward the two of them now, drawn in largely by Rhen’s yelling and wild arm-flailing at her ruined work. They stood by and watched eagerly to see what would happen next, knowing that a fight was surely brewing.
Having an audience to her momentary freak-out pushed Rhen past the point of caring about her actions for the time being as the other boy’s words made her see red. And without thinking, she took a quick couple of steps forward and pushed him as hard as she could. Caught off guard by the sudden move, he lost his balance almost immediately and flopped down hard onto his rear end on the volleyball court, its loose sand cushioning the blow significantly.
“How about you go fuck yourself, you little shit!”
Her words drew out a chorus of horrified gasps from the knot of onlooking children. She had definitely not been quiet as she’d shouted them, and that combined with pushing the boy had been more than enough to shock them all into a momentary stunned silence.
But before a proper fight could break out between Rhen and the boy she didn’t even know however, Dana had swooped in to interpose herself between the two of them, separating them with a tight grip on her still-fuming niece’s shoulder that kept her from taking another step.
“Rhen Elizabeth Mathews, just what on earth has gotten into you, young lady?” she demanded, shaking her slightly as she brought the girl’s full name to bear against her. “I cannot believe what I just saw! Have you lost your dang mind, little girl?”
Her aunt’s sharp words and the use of her middle name were enough to drain the anger right out of Rhen, making her knees wobble as the cold twisting horror of what she’d just done poured like an avalanche into the pit of her stomach to replace it.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” she blurted out all at once, panic-stricken and waving her hands in front of her as if she could somehow use them to take back the last couple of minutes. That wasn’t going to work though, she knew, and so instead she forced herself to relax as much as she could and swallowed hard against the rising tide of anxiety roiling around inside of her. “Um, are you okay?”
“Uh… yeah,” the boy answered awkwardly as he scooted away from her a bit and climbed back to his feet.
As he stood there dusting off the back of his shorts, it was pretty obvious that only his pride had been hurt in their little scuffle, thankfully.
Now he was clearly doing his best to look disinterested so that his friends wouldn’t have more ammunition to tease him with later. Being pushed over by a girl was bad enough as it was already.
“Don’t worry about it, um… it was nothing.”
Oh thank god, thought Rhen to herself with a little choked out sigh.
She had no idea how she would have been able to handle it if she’d actually hurt the little twerp.
Her relief was short-lived however as Dana’s hand shifted itself down from her shoulder to her upper arm in a silent warning that things were far from over.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the older woman asked the grimacing boy, her gentle tone in direct opposition to the vice-like grip she had around the spot just above Rhen’s elbow.
“Kyle Delaney, ma’am,” he answered, his voice cracking slightly as he did so.
Honestly, it would have been cute if Rhen hadn’t been so busy trying to deal with the aerial armada of butterflies swarming around inside her stomach just then.
“Well, Kyle, I’m very happy to hear that you’re not hurt,”
continued her aunt, keeping her tone civil and polite even as Rhen heard the grim resolve bubbling just beneath its surface. “And since you were the wronged party here, I think that it’s only fair that you have a front row seat to the spanking that my bratty little niece is about to get. Wouldn’t you say?”
With those words, she gave Rhen’s arm a slight tug, forcing her to take half a step forward as her face flushed with heat once again.
“Aunt Dana, no, please,” she started to whine, one hand flying back to cover the seat of her sand-encrusted shorts as she bobbed her weight from foot to foot. “It was just an accident! He said he was fine, can’t we leave it at that and move on?”
Rhen’s pleas fell on deaf ears however, going completely ignored by Dana as she continued to smile warmly at the boy in front of her.
He looked about as shocked as she felt right then, though without any of the thigh-squirming panic that was churning around inside of her.
Thank god I look as young as I do. So long as nobody here ever finds out how old I really am, I should be fine… Oh god, what am I saying?!
“So, young man, does that sound okay to you?”
The question had the boy’s, Kyle’s, face lighting up as his initial trepidation gave way to no small amount of vengeful glee. Apparently he wasn’t as willing to let things go as he’d originally seemed to be as he nodded his head emphatically. The prospect of watching a cute older girl get hauled across her aunt’s knee for a spanking like a small child more than making up for any loss in reputation with his friends as far as he was concerned.
“Oh heck yeah, that sounds awesome!”
Dana just chuckled at his enthusiasm and flashed him a tight smile that sobered him up a bit.
“Uh, ma’am,” he added quickly with a chagrinned look that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yes, I doubt that Little Miss Rhen here will be forgetting this lesson anytime soon either,” observed the older woman dryly, returning the boy’s smirk with a wink of her own. “Now then, come along you two.
There’s still plenty of sunshine left, so let’s get this taken care of and then you both can get back to enjoying it, alright?”
Mortified, Rhen kept her eyes locked firmly on the toes of her tennis shoes as she was frog-marched by the elbow away from the volleyball courts and over to the stone and wood pavilion that Dana and a few of the other parents had been sitting at, making idle small talk while their kids ran around and played.
“Sorry in advance for the noise, folks, but someone here needs a spanking, I’m afraid.”
Any hopes that she might have had to postpone this particular punishment for until after she and her aunt had gotten home were dashed as the gathered adults around the various tables under the shade of the pavilion only broke away from whatever it was they’d been doing long enough to give a dismissive wave or flash an approving look toward them as they strode through their midst.
“No problem.”
“Go for it.”
“Be my guest.”
“Yeah, tan her butt good,” piped up one particularly haughty sounding mom. “I saw how she pushed that poor boy down. You make sure that girl learns a thing or two about playing nice, you hear?”
“That’s the plan,” answered Dana with a low laugh as they stepped past the woman, Rhen flashing her a dirty look that only seemed to deepen her smug satisfaction.
Although she’d only extended the offer to watch her spank her niece to Kyle, that hadn’t stopped the rest of the kids that he’d been playing soccer with, or who’d just so happened to be standing around at the time when the confrontation had taken place, from following after them as well. And so instead of just one witness to her humiliation, Rhen looked back to discover that she now had close to a dozen kids eagerly trailing after her and her aunt.
Eep!
“But Aunt Dana, it was that stupid ball of his that ruined my sandcastle in the first place!” she started to whine again, throwing a dirty look over her shoulder toward the widely grinning Kyle who was keeping an easy pace with them just a few feet behind.
Panic over her impending, and unfortunately very public, spanking had overridden her initial embarrassment and acceptance that she’d been the one at fault as she continued to press for leniency.
“I swear it won’t ever happen again, and that I’m really, really, really sorry! Can’t I have just one more chance, pretty please?”
“That is no excuse at all, and you know it!” snapped her aunt, tightening her grip on her upper arm and not slowing her long-legged stride in the slightest as they neared an unoccupied bench at the far end of the pavilion. “And we both know that you know better than to act that way, Rhen. Flying off the handle like that over something so trivial is completely unacceptable, young lady. To say nothing of that filthy language I heard coming from your mouth, either.”
Indignant despite the hot blush staining her cheeks a bright shade of red, Rhen opened her mouth to argue that she hadn’t really said anything all that terrible, but immediately thought better of it. Clamping her jaw shut again and gritting her teeth instead, she fixed Dana with an impudent scowl and let her lead her on toward her doom.
“Oh yes, little girl,” confirmed the older woman in a low purr, completely unfazed by her glower. “You and I will most certainly be addressing that potty mouth of yours later on when we get home, believe you me.”
Well, shit.
Rhen continued to pout silently, if for no other reason than to have something to do while her heart thudded like a jackhammer against the inside of her chest and her stomach writhed with that all too familiar mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Much to her own dismay, she found that she was unable to muster up any kind of viable excuse or counterargument to anything that her aunt had just said to her and instead just let out an irritated little huff, resigning herself to her fate as they at last came to a stop in front of a low stone bench near the far edge of the pavilion.
With her usual confident grace, Dana let go of her arm and turned to sit herself down in the middle of the backless, armless bench. She then fixed her with a cool, assessing look as she ran an eye over her from head to toe, frowning. Deliberately ignoring the small crowd of children they’d managed to gather during their short march to the bench she now sat perched upon, she clucked her tongue in disapproval and then leaned forward to spend several long and embarrassing moments attempting to brush away the crusted-on sand and dirt that was still clinging to Rhen’s once clean clothes.
She shook out her still mostly-lovely pastel pink t-shirt a few times and then slapped the back of her shorts hard enough to make her wince, before doing much the same with the fronts and sides of her thighs as well.
And while she managed to knock away a fair bit of the crumbly sand from the girl’s grimy garments, there was little she could do about the darker stains still plastered across her knees and the seat of her shorts.
“Goodness gracious, what a mess. These are definitely going to have to go straight into the laundry as soon as we get home,” she tut-tutted to herself at the state of Rhen’s filthy outfit, plucking at the hem of her t-shirt with her thumb and forefinger as she pursed her lips into a grimace.
“And you, my dear, are going straight into a bath after dinner.”
Rhen merely bit her lower lip at her aunt’s mild scolding and nodded, the tips of her ears growing all the hotter as Kyle and his stupid jerk friends snickered from somewhere just behind her.
Oh shut up, you dweebs…
Shifting her voice from stern disapproval to steely determination, Dana’s full lips twitched upward into the barest hint of a challenging smirk as she locked eyes with the blushing girl standing in front of her.
“Let’s get you ready then, shall we?”
“Ready?” squeaked Rhen, already knowing what the other woman meant, but hoping that stalling would somehow get her to change her mind about what was about to happen all the same. “Um, is that um… really…
uh, you know… necessary?”
“Oh yes, I think it is,” cooed Dana with a knowing look that made her squirm adorably as she leaned forward to take hold of the waistband of her denim shorts on either side of her hips. “Now you just hold still for a bit while Auntie Dana gets you ready for your spanking. Okeydokey, cutie pie?”
Oh god, here we go… lamented Rhen internally, even as a mortified groan of despair squeezed itself out from between her pouting lips.
The elastic waistband of her shorts gave only the faintest hint of resistance as her aunt’s tugging fingers pulled at it, stretching away from her slim hips more than enough so that the soft denim material could easily be tugged down to hang bunched up around her knees in one smooth motion.
“My goodness, that girl at Cashman’s was certainly onto something when she suggested we buy you shorts with an easy-pull waistband,” she observed with open amusement as Rhen’s hands fluttered helplessly at her sides, curling and uncurling themselves into little fists as a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. “These are so much easier to get down than those ratty old jeans of yours were.”
Yeah, who would’ve ever been able to guess that?
The fact that she was wearing a relatively non-childish pair of panties that afternoon, ones that were snow white with hot pink trim running along their waistband and leg holes, was of very little comfort to Rhen as she felt well over a dozen pairs of eyes moving to trace along the chubby curves of her bottom inside of them.
“Guess I should’ve worn a belt then,” she murmured darkly, attempting to distract herself with a bit of snarky sass and choosing to ignore the fact that her shorts didn’t actually have any belt loops. “And I hope that stupid clerk choked on her commission.”
Dana’s response to this was to whisk her panties down to join her shorts around her knees without any warning.
“What was that, dear?” she asked with an arched brow, the edges of her mouth tightening into a disapproving line at the grumbled words.
“Don’t tell me we need to schedule a visit from Missus Hairbrush before bed tonight for that attitude of yours, do we?”
“No ma’am!” squeaked Rhen as one hand flew down to cover her hairless front, while the other hovered awkwardly behind her in an attempt to shield her as yet still pale backside from view.
Her knees bowed slightly under the weight of another potential spanking, let alone a session with that awful ebony hairbrush laying ready and waiting on the nightstand beside her bed for whenever it was needed next, and she quickly added, “I’ll be good, I’m sorry.”
That definitely got a round of chuckles from Kyle and his friends, along with several of the parents who’d turned now to watch the show.
“That’s better,” replied her aunt sharply, before pointing at the tops of her thighs with a manicured fingernail. “Now you get that tush of yours over my knee right now, young lady. Chop, chop!”
“Right, okay, I’m coming!”
Definitely not in the mood to argue anymore at that point, Rhen shuffled her way over to Dana’s right side just as quickly as she could, the shorts and panties bunched up around her knees slowing her progress considerably. Once there, she looked down at the expanse of wide lap waiting for her and swallowed hard, before allowing herself to be tipped forward to lay across her strong legs with a little grunt.
“Oof.”
Well, at least my front is out of sight now, she tried to tell herself, clamping her thighs together nice and tight in an attempt to avoid showing off anything more than she absolutely had to while she squirmed into as comfortable a position as she could manage along the stone bench beneath her. Not that it really makes much of a difference, I suppose…
Gritting her teeth, she felt a hot flush creep up her neck to the roots of her long, black hair as the warm summer breeze still managed to trace a tickling fingertip along the naturally-parted crevice between her cheeks.
Making her wriggle slightly as her semi-exposed rosebud clenched and unclenched in anticipation of her impending punishment.
This freaking sucks.
“Young lady, do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?” asked Dana sternly, her right hand palming her left cheek as she spoke. “Anything, perhaps, that you might want to say to young Mister Kyle here?”
Grinding her teeth and clamping down on every instinct she had to remain quiet and avoid embarrassing herself further, Rhen turned her head to the side where she found the boy and his friends staring at her stretched out across her aunt’s lap with rapt attention, mouths practically hanging open with shock and delight.
“Sorry for pushing you,” she mumbled half-heartedly at him, not quite meeting his eye.
SMACK-SMACK!
“What was that? Speak up now, dear.”
“Ack!” grunted Rhen, jerking forward and squirming her hips more from surprise than any actual pain caused by the two sharp swats that had just landed directly against the centers of each of her cheeks.
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she sighed through her nostrils and turned her head once again to the side to say nice and clearly for all to hear.
“I’m sorry for pushing you, Kyle.”
“And…?”
She felt her stomach tighten once more as Dana’s hand squeezed her right cheek warningly, and then she squeaked.
“And for swearing at you!” she added hurriedly, the words coming out in a jumbled mess as her legs straightened out behind her as if she’d just been shocked by lightning.
“There we go,” cooed Dana, patting her jiggly rump affectionately before giving it a little rub. “And you, Kyle? Is there maybe something that you would like to say to Rhen as well?”
Seemingly startled to be addressed so directly by the intimidating older woman with the young teenage girl stretched bare bottom up across her knee, Kyle jumped and nodded as fast as he could, swallowing hard before answering.
“Um, I’m sorry that our ball ruined your sandcastle.”
“See, now was that so hard?” asked Rhen’s aunt in that patronizing way that adults sometimes used whenever they were explaining something to very young children, arching an eyebrow as she drummed her fingertips over the handprint she’d left on her niece’s right cheek.
“No ma’am,” the two youngsters both answered at the same time.
“I thought not.”
With her impromptu lesson in conflict resolution now over, Dana gave Rhen’s bouncy buns a few more test pats as she prepared herself to settle into her usual spanking rhythm.
Still mortified, even more so now as she realized just how much of a child she’d been acting like, Rhen nevertheless quickly stuck out her tongue at the smugly-smirking boy standing beside her while her aunt’s attention was focused on her lower cheeks.
“You’re still a jerk,” she mouthed at him before flashing him a sheepish grin.
To which he had the nerve to actually wink at her before darting his own tongue out for a brief moment.
Oh, you little brat!
“Now then, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
“Humph. Yes ma’am…”
With those last few words, Rhen folded her arms under her chin with a pout while her aunt began to swat the upturned, naked bottom perched across her lap hard and fast.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Though much of her initial anger had cooled off by then, that didn’t stop Dana from bringing her palm down at full force over and over again for several long and extremely painful minutes. She had every intention of reducing the bratty sophomore to tears with this spanking, and resolved not to ease up on her in the slightest until she’d at least reached that goal and then some.
As it turned out though, she didn’t have to wait for long before Rhen started sobbing.
Between the roiling fury in her frantically gyrating cheeks and thighs from the non-stop smacks raining down on them, and the massive amount of humiliation that her aunt had been so careful to mix in throughout it all, she began to cry less than five minutes into her spanking.
“Oh my god- Ack! I’m sorry- Oh! I’m sorry I pushed him!”
“That’s right, little girl, you should be sorry,” scolded Dana, feeding off of the younger girl’s frantic energy and doing her best to provide her with a memorable punishment. “I cannot believe you thought that that was okay. We use our words to solve our problems. Do you understand me?”
“Owie, owie, owie! Yes ma’am- Ah! I do!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
After continuing for an additional five minutes to really make sure that the lesson had fully been driven home, Dana finally slowed down and then eventually stopped, panting slightly as she rested her stinging palm along the undercurve of her niece’s bright red and burning backside.
She allowed Rhen to continue to lie across her lap for several long moments after that, as she gasped and sniffled, working hard to regain her composure and master her sobbing. When she had at last quieted down enough so that only the occasional sniffle or hiccup escaped from her wobbling lips, she helped her back to her feet, intentionally leaving her shorts and panties right where they were, tangled up around her ankles.
Dana then rose up to follow after her, placing her hands firmly on her shoulders as she turned her around to face Kyle and his friends.
By now their wide grins had shrunken back into merely satisfied up-tilts at the corners of their mouths, tempered in no small part by the tears they’d just seen the sniffling girl in front of them shed. And as she was turned to face them, all of their faces went about as red as Rhen’s bottom and thighs were as they caught sight of the unobstructed view between her legs that was suddenly put on display before them.
Not that she really noticed any of that at first.
Rhen was far too busy shifting from foot to foot, trying to massage away some of the throbbing ache from her ruby red caboose to really care about something so trivial as modesty or dignity at that particular moment.
“Okay you two, shake hands and let’s put this whole unpleasant incident behind us, alright?”
Despite the order and the bit of steel that still remained in the older woman’s voice, neither Rhen nor Kyle took a step toward one another, both of them too absorbed in the moment to make the first move.
Rolling her eyes at the pair of them, Dana then gave her niece a sharp swat on the behind that had her bunny-hopping forward a step or two with a hiss.
“Now.”
That certainly got them moving.
“Uh, sorry about you know…”
Despite being the one who had been pushed down in the first place, Kyle still made the apology as he took Rhen’s proffered hand with his and gave it a couple of awkward shakes before letting go and taking a step back into the perceived safety of his knot of friends.
“Me too,” sniffled Rhen, her face lighting up in a watery smile even as her left hand did its best to surreptitiously pull down the front of her t-shirt in an attempt to cover herself up.
“There we go, no hard feelings,” declared Dana with a broad grin as she squatted down behind her niece and tickled the backs of her knees before she began to disentangle her clothes from one another.
After a few deft movements, she had her white and pink panties pulled free from where they’d gotten caught in her shorts and then had them traveling back up her legs, arranging them around her now swollen cheeks once again. She then paused for a moment to admire the pink glow that managed to shine through the tautly stretched material, before reaching for her shorts next. They too followed up her legs, and Rhen hissed as the comparatively rough-feeling denim rasped over her tender thighs and bottom before it too was once more secured in place around her waist.
“Now then, why don’t all of you go play some more?” she suggested gently as she rose back to her feet and dusted off her hands.
“There’s still about half an hour left before we need to head home, you know.”
“Sure,” agreed Kyle with a shrug as he and his friends turned to leave, Rhen giving one last great big sniffle as she made to follow after them.
“Oh, and Rhen,” Dana added in a low purr, halting her in her tracks with a firm hand on her shoulder. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that potty mouth of yours, little girl. You and I will definitely be addressing that as soon as we get home, understand?”
She did, and only all too well.
“But Aunt Dana, come on!” protested Rhen, a pit yawning open in the bottom of her stomach as she whirled to face the older woman, hands balling into fists at her sides as she stomped a foot in petulant disbelief.
“You just spanked me. That is so not fair!”
But her aunt just met her glower with a cool disapproving arch of her brows that had the younger girl backing down almost immediately.
“I mean… Um, please, Aunt Dana, wasn’t that spanking enough to cover both the fighting and the swearing?”
It wasn’t, and they both knew it, even as Dana shook her head with a frown.
“After the things I heard coming out of your mouth, cutie pie, you’d better believe that there’s a bar of soap with your name on it waiting for you at home. And unless you’d like me to throw in another spanking before we get to that, I’d suggest you stop arguing and go enjoy the time you have left at the park.”
Not waiting to hear out any more of Rhen’s excuses or whining, she spun her back around gently by the shoulder and sent her scurrying off toward the playscapes with a hard slap to the dirty seat of her denim shorts.
SMACK!
“Go on now, shoo!”
Leading the charge past Kyle and his friends, all of whom had slowed down to eavesdrop on the two of them, Rhen sped away as fast as her feet could carry her. Her ponytail bobbing after her as she ignored the winces of pain that each sprinting stride produced in her sore and swollen bottom.
“Yes ma’am, I’m going!”
Snorting to herself in wry amusement, Dana watched the adorable younger girl’s retreating form as it disappeared somewhere among the swing sets before she moved off to rejoin the other adults she’d been chatting with before this little interruption. She wiped a forearm across her sweaty brow and sighed as she leaned back against the edge of one of the picnic tables under the pavilion, gratefully accepting a bottle of water from the mom who’d cheered her on as she’d dragged Rhen over to the bench earlier.
“Geez, now that was a workout.”
