Shifting uncomfortably against the plush leather passenger-side seat of her aunt’s SUV, Rhen winced as two bone-deep aches in the centers of her cheeks protested with the movement. She’d quickly found to her dismay that while sitting wasn’t impossible for her, even the slightest bit of pressure on her well-paddled posterior was enough to send a twinge of discomfort radiating out from the twin bruises that had been left behind by the Board.
Well, she assumed that they were bruises, at any rate.
Rhen hadn’t had a chance to properly inspect the results of her bout with the Board quite yet. Such things tended to require a good degree of privacy and access to a mirror, and while there hadn’t been that many people still milling about the church building after services were over for the day, it still seemed profoundly foolish to risk pulling her panties down even a little bit until she was back at home and safely ensconced behind the dubiously impenetrable protection of her tightly-shut bedroom door.
At least there the only person who might walk in on her would just be Dana.
Sister Miller had left Rhen standing nose-first facing the blackboard until well after class had finished for the day, closing prayers had been said, and her aunt had at last come to collect her. Her adopted guardian had taken one good look at the back of her Disney princess panties, on full display thanks to the safety pins still holding up the back of her dress, and had let out a snort of wildly amused approval. And then had promptly left her right where she was while she and the self-satisfied Sunday school teacher made small talk.
As a result, she was forced to continue her inspection of the dusty slate in front of her while Sister Miller, Janice to her aunt, gave her the play-by-play of what had happened from the moment that Rhen had settled into her chair that morning for class, all the way up until when she’d been put into timeout post-paddling. She even went so far as to point out how she had her keeping her nose inside a much-too-small chalk circle while the paddle that had so thoroughly toasted her sore buns lay innocently right beside her. Just in case it was needed again.
“Oh now, Janice, that is clever,” observed Dana with an appreciative chuckle, leaning in beside her diminutive girlfriend to eye where she had the tip of her nose pressed against, before tucking a loose strand of black hair back behind her ear for her and kissing her cheek.
“Hang in there, cutie pie, we’ll go home soon,” she murmured quietly enough so that only Rhen could hear her.
Straightening up, she popped the younger girl’s pantied posterior lightly and then turned back to continue chatting with her friend.
“I do something similar with her at home by having her put her nose all the way into the corner after I’m done spanking her. It forces her to stick her tush out and really makes her adorable little caboose pop.”
Unable to resist tormenting her pouting princess just a little bit, she gave Rhen’s prominently presented cheeks a hearty swat.
SMACK!
“Ah!” squeaked the younger girl, fingers flexing as she struggled to keep her nose in its circle.
“But I must say that this is pretty useful too, especially for those times when you just don’t have a proper corner to work with. I’ll have to remember it.”
“It works just as well if you have her holding up a quarter or a piece of paper,” replied her friend, folding her arms and looking on with pride at her handiwork.
“Maybe we’ll end up putting that one to the test come report card time, huh, Rhen?”
It was a rhetorical question, Rhen knew, and she didn’t deign to dignify it with anything more than a low murmur that managed to convey just how she felt about this whole arrangement; much to the amusement of the other adults watching her.
Anna was there too, of course, though she had little to contribute to the conversation outside of what her mother had already said. However, that didn’t stop her from sharing all of the gory details from the short spanking she’d given Rhen as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
“I swear, you’d think she’d never been spanked before with how much she was carrying on,” she crooned. “One little pop from Mom and then, pow, she was on her feet and hissing like a snake. I tried to help her get back into position, but then she started biting my head off like I was the one being rude or something, so of course I had no choice but to show the little sassy-pants who’s boss. I’ll tell you this much, she’s very lucky that it wasn’t just the two of us in the room, otherwise those panties of hers would’ve been coming down for a real dose of discipline!”
Rhen had been on the verge of opening her mouth to protest as Anna’s recounting of events painted her as an unremorseful little brat, but quickly thought better of it upon hearing Dana and Janice laughing along with her. Deciding that she was already in enough trouble as it was, she instead chose to pout silently as her aunt and the Sunday school teacher heaped praise onto the younger girl for her fast thinking and decisive action.
“My, my, I had no idea you were so responsible, Anna,” Dana said with what Rhen could only assume was a broad grin. “If you ever find that you have some free time during the summer next year, I might just have a job waiting for you at the daycare.”
“Oh wow, really? Thank you, ma’am!”
“Of course, dear,” the older woman laughed. “Anyone who can keep my Rhen in line is certainly someone I can trust to help look after a gaggle of little kids, I’d say.”
Rhen had felt her teeth grinding together at that, and her hands had curled themselves into indignant fists where they lay held behind her back.
But none of the other adults in the room paid her even the slightest bit of attention as she continued to grumble darkly to herself, the blackboard in front of her mercifully muffling several things that would have surely gotten her into even more trouble as their conversation wound down to a close.
Now though, she and Dana were on their way home, lunch time was just around the corner, and Rhen knew that a bruised ego and a little tenderness in her backside were about to be the least of her worries.
“So, um… Am I going to get my mouth washed out when we get home?”
The question had bubbled up and out of her before she had a chance to stop it, and now she sat there studiously facing forward, staring fixedly out of the front windshield of their car as she counted the trees on the median dividing the road ahead of them.
“No, no, not quite,” answered Dana with a faint chuckle, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes where Rhen met them in the reflection of the rearview mirror. “While I suppose I probably should scrub out that sassy mouth of yours on principle alone, I know that you weren’t actually swearing, so I’ll let it pass. After all, it would be pretty cruel of me to deny a young lady such as yourself the chance to revel in some classic Bible jokes.”
“Really?” croaked Rhen, scarcely believing her own good fortune as she felt a small spark of hope kindling within her.
“Yes, dear, really,” her aunt confirmed with a good-natured roll of her eyes. “Janice really ought to have seen that one coming from a mile away, so I can hardly hold you entirely to blame for your, shall we say…
indiscretion. But I’d also advise you not to push your luck in that regard again, either. Just because a word happens to be in the Bible doesn’t mean that it’s free game for you to bandy about as you please, and you know it.”
“Um, right… Sorry.”
Rhen felt herself wilting a bit under the stern glare she caught sight of in the older woman’s reflection.
“So, uh… no punishment then?” she asked hopefully.
“Hah,” snorted Dana in response, reaching over to pat her on the knee affectionately. “You wish, cutie pie. I told Janice that I was going to paint your caboose bright red when we got home, and I meant it, I’m afraid.”
“Oh…”
Despite that dire pronouncement, Rhen couldn’t help but feel a sizable measure of relief over the fact that she’d somehow managed to avoid another mouth soaping. That of course didn’t stop her from crossing her arms in front of her with an unhappy huff either, lips angling down into a petulant frown as memories of awful, bitter soap bubbles replayed themselves across her taste buds.
After all, what was the point of getting into trouble if you didn’t at least complain about it a little bit?
“But I already got spanked,” she started to whine, exhaling her displeasure sharply through her nostrils as she drummed the heels of her penny loafers against the floor in front of her. “It’s not fair if you spank me for it too. That’s double jeopardy!”
“Technically, you got paddled, dear,” Dana corrected, her amusement not waning in the slightest as she sent a sidelong smirk toward the pouting girl beside her. “And while I certainly appreciate your attempts to appeal to my sense of justice, I’m afraid that this case has already been decided and your sentence passed.”
She let the finality of that statement hang in the air between them for a moment or two longer as she flicked on her turn signal and made to pass a slow moving car in front of them.
“Besides,” she added once they’d passed the bumbling minivan that had been going several miles below the speed limit, her voice growing deliberately frosty and ominous as she continued. “You’ll just have to trust me when I say that a bright red bottom is going to be the least of your problems in just a little bit.”
“Wh… what do you mean?” squeaked Rhen, feeling a fresh wave of dread starting to gnaw a hole in the pit of her stomach.
“Oh, you’ll see soon enough, cutie pie,” answered her aunt, her voice back to its usual warm and cheery self as she gave her an enigmatic little wink through her reflection in the rearview mirror. “Suffice it to say that there is definitely more than one way to punish a naughty bottom and that by the time we’re through today you will have learned a very valuable lesson in self-control that I doubt you’ll want to repeat again anytime soon.”
Rhen did not at all like the sound of that, not one bit, but decided that it might not be such a good idea to push for details just then.
Besides, she wasn’t even sure she really wanted to know what the older woman had in store for her either. So instead, she just sniffed poutily and turned to stare out her window, trying not to dwell on whatever awaited her in the very near future.
Humph. Why couldn’t I have just kept my big mouth shut?
—
Dana wasted very little time in getting down to business upon their arrival home from church. No sooner had the two of them walked through their front door, than she was giving her niece strict orders.
“Young lady, I want you to go straight to your room and change out of your church dress,” she said, pointing toward the stairs. “And hang it up properly this time, please. After that, you can grab your hairbrush and meet me back here in the front room.”
Rhen felt a good deal of the color drain from her face at the mention of the ever-dreaded Missus Hairbrush, and her steps faltered as she put one knee-sock covered foot onto the first stair.
It appeared that her luck had finally run out and that she and her fancy ebony hairbrush were about to have a long, and no doubt very painful, discussion.
“Go on now, we haven’t got all day, you know,” repeated Dana, stepping past her and giving the seat of her dress a hard pat to get her moving again. “Oh, and don’t bother with putting on shorts or a skirt. You won’t be needing them for a while, and they’d just be coming off anyway.”
“Somehow I thought you might say that,” answered the younger girl with a resigned, though not exactly dejected, sigh.
Figures.
“Hurry up now, cutie pie. You don’t want to keep me waiting.”
—
Sometime later, after making a quick pit stop in the bathroom to drain her nearly-overflowing bladder and then spending a moment or two thoroughly inspecting the marks left behind by the Board in the full-length mirror beside her closet door, Rhen padded her way back downstairs on bare feet. She’d been sure to hang up her ruffly, yellow dress back in her closet where it belonged this time, and after some debate had decided to keep the panties she was already wearing on, but had opted to change out of her camisole and into one of her more comfortable tops.
Wearing nothing but her childish panties and a t-shirt was hardly the same thing as being fully dressed, she knew. But since that wasn’t really an option at the moment, Rhen was fully prepared to make do with what little she could as she made her way into her auntie’s front room for her punishment.
It’s better than nothing, it’s better than nothing, it’s better than nothing…
“Ah, there you are,” cooed Dana, beckoning her over to where she was sitting in the middle of the couch situated between the two big bay windows that looked out onto their front lawn. “And don’t you just look precious. Come here and have a sit on Auntie Dana’s lap for a moment. We need to talk.”
Rhen moved on jelly-like legs to do as she’d been told, her stomach a mess of butterflies as she perched her still tender tush atop the coolly preening older woman’s strong right thigh, letting her bare feet dangle between her parted knees, just a few inches above the hardwood.
“Feeling a little sore, are we?” asked the Dana with a knowing look, smirking at the winces she was rewarded with as she bounced the smaller girl on her leg. “Though I doubt that’s much of a surprise given what you went through earlier today, huh, cutie pie?”
“Yeah, kinda,” admitted a sheepish Rhen with a shy half-grin.
“That Board thing is definitely, um… very, uh… impactful.”
“Hah! Yes, it most certainly is,” agreed Dana with a snort of laughter, her right hand moving down to gently squeeze the side of her adoptive niece’s soft hip, while the forefinger of her free hand playfully tapped the end of her nose. “Which is exactly why it’s so effective for helping little girls learn to control themselves, instead of just acting on whatever silly little impulse pops into their head.”
“Humph, I guess,” conceded Rhen with a shrug, crossing her arms and pouting, not quite willing to admit out loud that she might still need to have that particular lesson drilled into her at her age.
“Oh, I think you know,” countered Dana with a sharp look and a tight squeeze to her hip, locking eyes with her and silently daring her to deny it. “You’re a very smart girl, Rhen, honey, but you do have a tendency to just do whatever you feel like whenever you think something is boring. Don’t you?”
Swallowing hard, Rhen tried to match the older woman’s look with one of her own. To just as silently convey that that was in fact not the case, but she quickly found herself losing the staring contest as her cheeks flushed with warm embarrassment.
“Yes, Aunt Dana, I suppose I do…”
She could feel her lips twisting into a grimace around the words, tasting as sour as a lemon while rolling across her tongue, but unfortunately she also knew that they were very much the truth.
“There we go, a little bit of honesty and self-reflection, well done,”
cooed the older woman, nodding in approval at the admission and flashing her an encouraging smile. “And while I can certainly appreciate being bored and wanting to daydream, that’s still no excuse for derailing someone else’s hard work just because you’re not in the mood to listen, now is it?”
“No ma’am,” answered Rhen with a sigh, unfolding her arms as she flopped her hands grumpily against the tops of her slim, bare thighs.
Oof. How the heck is she so good at this? she thought to herself with a silent harrumph, the heat in her cheeks seeming to coax all of the other butterflies that had still been sleeping inside her stomach back to life.
In less than three minutes she has me sitting on her knee like a ten year old and feeling just awful for my bad behavior today. Well, at least I’m going to be punished for it…
Rhen felt the temperature in her face tick up a few degrees as that sobering thought crossed her mind.
Double oof. Now where the heck did that come from? I really am a bratty teen at heart, aren’t I?
The look on her aunt’s face sure seemed to say that she thought she was, and under the pressure of her knowingly raised eyebrows Rhen saw that it was pointless to try and deny it any further.
“I guess I really stepped into it this time, huh?”
“Just a little bit,” conceded Dana with an amused twinkle in her eyes as she used her free hand to ruffle the top of her hair affectionately.
“But that’s okay. You’re young and bound to make more than a few mistakes, which is exactly why Missus Hairbrush and I are here to help straighten you out when you do.”
Rhen frowned at that, sticking her lower lip out in a half-hearted attempt at a pout.
“Gee, thanks.”
“Anytime, hon.”
With that, her aunt gave her a wink and then moved her right hand up from where it had been idly toying with one of the leg holes on her Beauty and the Beast panties, to rest along the dip of her lower back.
“Now why don’t you go ahead and bend over for me, and we’ll get started, alright?”
Letting out a long groan of trepidation, Rhen allowed herself to be tipped forward to lie across Dana’s left thigh. This was a new variation on an all too familiar position for her, one that she had yet to experience in her many, many spankings over the last couple of months but also one that she quickly saw the value in. Once she was settled across the top of her thigh, her aunt moved her right leg around and over to pin the backs of her knees in place beneath it. And just like that Rhen found herself trapped and virtually immobilized across her left thigh, with her face and upper torso lying half-supported along the back and side of the couch in front of her.
Not exactly a comfortable position per se, but she suspected that a face full of throw pillow was about to be the least of her worries in just a moment.
“My goodness, I forgot just how adorable these undies are on you,”
Dana cooed, rubbing her right palm appreciatively across the back of Rhen’s princess panties and giving the cheeks within a few light pats. “Did the boys and girls in your Sunday school class think so too, cutie pie?”
“I guess you could say that,” Rhen growled into the throw pillow that she’d wriggled beneath her, making her aunt chuckle as she gave one of the dancing Belles a playful pinch. “Ow! Hey!’
Dana just ignored her though as she smoothed out the material where she’d pinched it.
“Well, at least you got to keep these on,” she said with an unseen mischievous smirk, gripping the white waistband of Rhen’s childish underwear and giving it a practiced tug that had them making the short descent down to mid-thigh. “I’m not so nice though, I’m afraid.”
“It’s not like they were doing that much good to begin with,”
grumbled the bratty sophomore turned teenager into her pillow, making Dana laugh despite only being able to half-hear her. “You could’ve just left them where they were, you know.”
As she’d expected they would be, her complaints went completely ignored.
“My, my, would you just look at those marks,” her aunt breathed, letting out an appreciative whistle as she traced a fingernail around the center of first one bare cheek and then the other.
The Board had left twin, oval bruises on each of them, both of which were stained a vivid shade of maroon around their edges and fading to a dusty almost-white in their centers.
“Janice is certainly no slouch when it comes to paddling bratty backsides, that’s for sure. How many did she give you, thirteen?”
“Fourteen, actually,” harrumphed Rhen, angling her head back so that she could rest her chin against her folded arms while rolling her eyes up toward the ceiling. “Since I stood up after the first one, she decided not to count it.”
“Hmmm, that sounds about right.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Dana poked at each bruise just enough to make the petite sophomore lying bare bottom up across her lap gasp and squirm a little bit.
She was just too cute not to.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I won’t penalize you if you want to squirm and wiggle while I’m spanking you. I think you look rather adorable when you do so, actually.”
As if to emphasize her point, she let her fingers wander down to tickle Rhen along her inner thighs, just barely grazing the base of her sex and sending her into a fit of frantic wriggling as breathy giggles escaped from her pouting lips.
“I’ll be sure to k… keep that in mind,” she managed to huff out once the older woman had finally relented enough to let her speak, trying not to let any of the embarrassment she was feeling at that particular moment leak into her voice as she surreptitiously rubbed her thighs together.
She was more than a little wet.
Oh god…
How on earth had the couch beneath her not caught on fire yet from all the heat radiating from her face?
“Yes, you do that,” answered Dana with a good-natured sigh, giving each mostly-pale bun one final pat before scooping up the oval-backed hairbrush from beside her hip and bringing it to rest just below the outer curve of the bruise on her girlfriend’s right cheek. “Now hang on tight, cutie pie. You’re in for one heck of an unpleasant spanking, I’m afraid.”
Tightening her grip on her pillow and burying her face against it, Rhen gritted her teeth as Dana started to bring her heavy, ebony hairbrush down against her unprotected rear end.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Back and forth, side to side, and up and down it went. Her aunt smacked every available square inch of untouched bare bottom and thigh she could find, gradually filling in all of the whitespace around the marks left behind by the Board, painting them a bright shade of sizzling crimson.
“No, Aunt Dana, please! I’m sorry!”
Even though she’d known that it was going to hurt, Rhen had not been prepared for just how much that purely evil hairbrush that her auntie had bought for her was going to sting once she decided to get serious with it. That brief and brisk bedtime spanking she’d gotten with it the night they’d brought it home had definitely been unpleasant, but that was absolutely nothing compared to the blistering swats that were being hammered non-stop into her all too tender tush right then.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Rhen liked to think that she’d gotten pretty good at taking a spanking without too much fuss over the last couple of months, she’d certainly had plenty of chances to practice at any rate, but any plans that she might have had to stay obediently stoic, or at the very least to not blubber like a five-year-old, went straight out the window less than a full minute into her hairbrushing.
Tossing her head back, she let out a frantic squeal of pain and began babbling out promises and apologies as the spanks began piling up far faster than she was able to handle them.
“Oh my god! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I swear!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears however. And worse still, no matter how hard she wriggled or thrashed, with her legs trapped beneath the weight of her implacable auntie’s right thigh she was incapable of escaping from the fiery wrath being meted out across her helpless posterior. Left with no other recourse, Rhen found herself bursting into tears as her entire perception of the world around her suddenly shrank in to encompass only her shifting bottom and thighs as they were methodically set ablaze by Dana’s relentless swatting.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
In no time at all, the sternly focused older woman managed to spread an all-consuming inferno across seemingly every possible spot she could find, beating out a tattoo of lava-hot pain that bored its way deeper and deeper into Rhen’s tender flesh with each and every overlapping swat against her bouncing bare bottom.
“Young lady, we will have no more of this class clown nonsense at church, do you hear me? You will give Sister Miller the respect that she deserves and when she tells you to be quiet, you… will… be… quiet!”
On and on Rhen continued to yelp and cry, feet scissoring behind her as much as they were able to as she squeezed the pillow beneath her for dear life.
“Ow! Owie! Ack! Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I will!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Despite having already reduced her niece to tears in practically record time, Dana continued to keep her pace steady and unyielding for several more long and agonizing minutes.
She even went so far as to pull back first one cheek and then the other so that she could make sure that she made the extra sensitive places along the insides of where the younger girl’s cheeks came together just as toasty red as the rest of her tush was. After all, she was nothing if not thorough, and since she was deliberately avoiding spanking over the marks left behind by the Board, she knew that she needed to get creative in order to evenly spread out the stinging heat from the hairbrush and not let it build up too much in any one particular spot.
She wanted Rhen’s bottom to be bright red and aching, not battered and bruised.
—
Although it seemed like an unending eternity of pain for the one on the receiving end of it, Rhen’s spanking was actually a fairly short one.
Dana had been sure to keep one eye on the face of the old grandfather clock standing off to the side the whole time as she’d worked, watching as its hands gradually ticked round, until she’d confirmed that she’d seared her niece’s seat for exactly ten minutes, and no longer.
Once the minute hand had ticked into place, she brought the spanking to a close with a half-dozen extra-hard zingers to the undercurves of Rhen’s already well-roasted cheeks and then set the hairbrush aside with a long exhalation.
“Phew,” she sighed, swiping the back of her hand across her sweaty brow before attempting to massage some of the stiffness out of her forearm with a wince.
Spankings like these were always a lot of hard work, but definitely worth it in the long run as far as she was concerned. And judging by the swollen, ruby red cheeks and thighs squirming against her left leg still, it was pretty clear to her that Rhen would be sleeping on her stomach that evening. Heck, she might even end up standing for breakfast the following morning if she were lucky.
Which was precisely the level of soreness that Dana had been aiming for.
“There, there,” she soothed, releasing the younger girl’s legs out from under her own after a minute or two of letting her catch her breath.
She eased her over onto her back and then up so that she could sit on her lap again, this time perched on her other thigh.
“Deep breaths now, honeybuns… It’s all over. Shhh…”
Despite the fresh agony that resting her relatively minor weight on her incredibly well-spanked bottom produced, Rhen nevertheless endured it as best she could as she buried her face against her aunt’s soft bosom and sobbed. Heedless of the panties she still wore at half-mast around her knees.
Noticing those, Dana pulled away one of the hands that she’d been using to rub up and down along the valley of the crying girl’s back long enough to slide them the rest of the way down her legs for her. A moment after that they slipped free from around her dangling feet, dropping onto the hardwood floor just beneath them, abandoned. She smiled to herself at the sight of them there, and then leaned over to gather them up, tucking them away next to the hairbrush behind her right hip for safe keeping with a self-satisfied nod.
It wasn’t like Rhen was going to be needing them any time soon, Dana mused. She fully intended on keeping the petite sophomore’s naughty little bottom totally bare for the rest of the day as an added reminder to behave herself… and maybe also because she looked way too cute walking around in just a t-shirt with a freshly spanked caboose not to do so.
Either way, she continued to let Rhen sob and sniffle against her chest for another few minutes, rubbing her back gently and murmuring soft words of encouragement into her ear until she at last calmed down enough to the point where she only gave the occasional sniffle. Once the last of her sobs had come and gone, she disentangled the girl from around her chest enough so that she could look down at her and smile fondly.
“Alright, cutie pie, I think you know what comes next, don’t you?”
Rhen did indeed know what came next, and she let out a tired sigh, feeling a measure of her usual brattiness starting to return to her now that she no longer felt like Dana was pressing hot irons against her bare bottom.
“Corner time?”
“That’s right,” sing-songed the older woman with a broad grin, her own usual playful sternness back in full swing as well. “You got it in one, you clever thing!”
“Lucky me…”
Moaning piteously at the ache that sliding off of her aunt’s left thigh produced, Rhen offered very little in the way of resistance as she was helped back to her feet and steered by the shoulders over to her usual spot facing where the two walls opposite the big bay windows behind the couch met. Without needing to be told to do so, she raised her hands up and put them on top of her head, threading her fingers together before spreading her stance out a little bit and leaning forward to push her nose all the way into the corner itself.
“Good girl,” cooed Dana, giving the scarlet seat presented to her an affectionate little rub before letting two of her fingers slip down between Rhen’s parted thighs to confirm that she was indeed still soaking. “Now you just stay here for… oh I don’t know… twenty minutes?”
She traced around the younger girl’s opening with the tip of her middle finger for a moment or two as she thought it over, before finally slipping it in with a teasing snicker.
“Ah!”
“Yes, twenty minutes sounds good,” she purred, pumping in and out of the panting girl a couple of times before extracting her hand just as quickly as it had entered. “And then we’ll move on to the rest of your punishment, okay?”
Bringing her glistening fingers up to her smiling lips, Dana sucked them clean with a happy hum.
“The rest?” squeaked Rhen, a visible shiver running through her that made her swollen cheeks wobble in a most adorable way.
“Oh yes,” confirmed Dana with an unseen conspiratorial grin as she moved to brace her hands on her hips. “Did you honestly think that a little sore bottom and some corner time were all that you were going to get after the way you were behaving this morning?”
“I was kinda hoping so, yeah,” Rhen managed to answer back with something approaching her usual level of sass.
“Well think again, young lady,” snapped Dana, not unkindly, as she leaned in to give her niece’s jiggly cheeks a light swat that still nevertheless managed to draw out a hiss from her through clenched teeth.
“Because I’ve got something extra-special in mind for you still that should really help you learn to exercise those self-control muscles more. Or, at the very least, should prove sufficiently embarrassing enough to make you think twice about smarting off to Sister Miller again next week.”
Rhen did not at all like the sound of that one bit, but decided that it would probably be better not to argue just then.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled into the corner instead, grateful that it was able to at least mask the dirty look that was no doubt on her face right then.
She felt another tingling shiver trace its way down her arched spine as she remembered that she was still standing half-bent over with her bare bottom within very easy swatting range and hastily added.
“Uh, ma’am.”
“Twenty minutes,” repeated Dana with a faint snort, only bothering to give her a light pat on each cheek as she moved to walk out of the room.
“I’ll see you then, cutie pie.”
