Riding her bike home that afternoon on a well-spanked bottom was most definitely not a pleasant experience for Rhen, who by the time she reached her house had developed a very passionate dislike for any road or sidewalk that wasn’t mirror smooth.
Freaking potholes, they should be illegal!
Worse still, any hopes that she might have had of keeping the spanking she’d received from her TA from her aunt flew right out the window almost as soon as she walked through the front door.
Stepping into their kitchen in search of a snack before heading up to her bedroom to catch up on YouTube videos and maybe do some homework, her eyes were immediately drawn toward the blue, rubber enema bag and the fresh bar of soap neatly laid out and waiting for her on the counter just beside the sink.
“Uh-oh…”
“Yes indeed, young lady,” agreed Dana, looking very unimpressed as she strode into the kitchen and stopped to regard her with her hands braced on her hips in an all too familiar gesture of disapproval. “I just got off the phone with that lovely Courtney girl from your Physical Science class, and she had some very interesting things to share with me about your behavior in her lab today.”
“Of course she did,” sighed Rhen, running a hand through her hair as she cast a weary, sidelong glance toward the punishment supplies arranged on the countertop beside her.
Two weeks huh? Man, I was really hoping that I’d make it a bit longer than that before this came up again, she silently lamented to herself with an embarrassed grimace.
Even though she knew that what was about to happen was fully deserved, that didn’t make it any less unpleasant.
As she shifted nervously in place, face flushing with warmth while imagining what it was going to feel like having all of that warm, soapy water filling her up through her rear end and making her insides cramp in humiliating ways, another thought occurred to her, and Rhen found herself whipping her head back around to stare at her auntie in bratty accusation.
“Hey, wait a minute! How’d Courtney even get your number in the first place?”
“Why, I gave it to her, of course, you silly goose,” replied Dana with a dismissive shrug, as if to say that that were obvious. “Back when I was giving her your forwarding address information when we moved you out, remember?”
“Oh…” harrumphed Rhen, mostly annoyed with herself for not having seen something like this coming sooner.
Not that knowing ahead of time that her RA turned TA could call to rat her out to her auntie whenever she felt like it would have really made that much of a difference anyway.
Still would have been nice to know, though…
Either way, Rhen knew that the important thing right then was to try and mitigate any possible damage that Courtney might have done by being… overenthusiastic… in her sharing of the whole truth of what had happened in class that day. And so, shaking her head to clear it of any lingering thoughts of the charismatic TA and her thigh-squirmingly-strong hands that had made her cry like a little girl not more than an hour earlier, she went on the offensive.
“Well, um… let me just say that in my defense, Abby was the one who started it,” she said. “She and Courtney are finally an item now, you see, and she was filling me in on all of that stuff when we got called out for uh… talking too loudly.”
She winced at the lame way those last few words came out, not sounding any better in her ears than they had in her head.
“Yes dear, I’m sure that you had absolutely no choice in the matter at all,” replied Dana, not quite sounding convinced as she wrapped a stern, but affectionate, arm around her shoulders and began steering her toward the sink. “And trust me when I say that I can’t wait to hear all about your friends’ burgeoning love lives. But first you and I have something to take care of, don’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” conceded Rhen with another exasperated sigh as she allowed herself to be led away, her fingers already in the process of undoing the front of her jeans as she dragged her feet.
They were going to be coming down anyway, she knew, so she might as well see if she couldn’t at least avoid getting another spanking by showing that she was willing to accept her punishment like a good girl.
“Humph!”
Shucking her jeans and panties down to her knees with a huff, Rhen shuffled forward and plopped down onto her elbows across cold, granite countertop in front of her. Then, hearing water starting to flow from the sink beside her, she winced and looked over to watch as Dana began lathering up the bar of soap in her hands.
Oh boy, here we go again…
“Um… I don’t suppose that now would be a good time to ask if I could go to the mall with the two of them this weekend, by any chance, um… would it?”
“Hah,” snorted Dana, the soap shooting out of her hands and landing with a wet plonk in the sink in front of her as she turned to look at her with an indulgent smirk. “Yes, I think that definitely could be arranged, cutie pie. We’ll talk about it after you’ve finished your homework, alright?”
“Yay!” cheered Rhen, wiggling her bare, and still very red, hips in celebration as she began planning out what she and the others would do that weekend while her cheeks clenched and unclenched in nervous anticipation of the less-than-fun punishment she had to deal with first.
—
Thankfully, that was the last time Rhen had to be taught that particular lesson about not paying attention in her classes for quite a while, but even so, it was far from the last time that Courtney found an excuse to spank her.
Every week after that fateful encounter with her tough but fair TA, Rhen routinely found herself being held after class for a sizable dose of extracurricular advisement. Advisement that invariably took the form of a lengthy, bare bottom spanking delivered at an easy pace across Courtney’s strong, athletic thighs.
These spankings were followed afterward, without fail, by her being parked in front of the whiteboard at the front of their classroom with her pants down or skirt up and her panties around her ankles to write out some sort of relevant, and very embarrassing, sentence one hundred times before she was finally allowed to cover up her roasted rear end.
Unlike that first trip over Courtney’s lap however, her former roommate Abby always made sure to linger on after their lab was over to keep her naughty friend company while she received her oh so necessary (at least in hers and the TA’s opinions) comeuppance. Watching on with wry, teasing amusement as she squeaked and squirmed across her girlfriend’s broad lap while her cute little caboose was set ablaze, making the occasional snickering comment here or there about how adorable Rhen’s outfit looked that afternoon, or else golf clapping whenever one particularly powerful swat or another found its mark. As before as well, while this was all happening, Abby actively participated in the nonstop stream of conversation led by Courtney as the three of them discussed their various plans for the weekend, caught up on what they’d been up to since last seeing each other in person, and just about anything else that happened to come to mind at the time.
It was undeniably a very surreal bonding experience for Rhen, but one that she wouldn’t have traded for anything in the world.
Rather than be upset by these weekly after school detentions, she’d quickly adapted to the change in circumstances and had come to accept them as just another part of her life as a bratty twenty-year-old turned teenager. Plus it was pretty hard to argue with the obviously positive results that her regular butt blisterings from Courtney were getting.
Physical science had quickly become one of her best subjects, and she and the other two girls were now thick as thieves.
Back in the dorms, she and Abby had always been on fairly cordial terms with each other, but Rhen had always felt awkward around the vivacious chatterbox of a girl and hadn’t really felt like they’d ever clicked.
Now though, with this new and well-defined hierarchy in place, with her as the often misbehaving one squarely at the bottom, the chatty blonde and her girlfriend had rapidly become an odd combination of close friends, confidants, and doting older sisters all at once for her.
All of which were things that Rhen realized she’d desperately been craving only after she’d found them. Just like she had with her need for strict rules and discipline that she got from her Auntie Dana.
She just wished that the older woman wasn’t such a stickler for her
“punished at school, punished at home” rule.
Luckily though, her follow up punishments on the days that she had her lab detentions with Courtney and Abby usually only ever amounted to a light hand spanking over the seat of her pajamas just before bed. Which aside from reigniting some of the flames from earlier in the day, were little more than an excuse for the older woman to tease her some and pinken her buns just a bit before she tucked her in with a kiss goodnight.
Well, most of the time.
Apparently Missus Hairbrush also had some pretty strong opinions about her needing to do her very best in school. Opinions which Dana was only too happy to drill into Rhen’s pre-tenderized bare bottom about once every two or three weeks.
Needless to say, her grades soon showed a rapid and marked improvement and in no time she was pulling in all A’s in each of her classes.
Even if she did have a hard time sitting through most of them.
—
Just like that, September quickly gave way to October with Rhen having found herself with a pair of closer than ever friends who had zero qualms about taking her to task and bossing her around whenever they felt like it, and before any of them knew it, it was already Halloween.
Aside from Christmas (for obvious reasons), October and the holiday of Halloween in particular were easily Rhen’s favorite time of the year. She loved the cooling weather, the cascading umber hues of the changing leaves, and most of all the sudden influx of general spookiness that the season brought with it.
That year, the day itself happened to fall on a Thursday, and the morning of found her standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, making a few final adjustments to her outfit before heading off to campus.
Dana had spent the last two weeks tirelessly helping her put together her vampire queen costume from scratch in her free time, and it had turned out absolutely fantastic as far as she was concerned. Which was fortunate indeed, considering that Courtney had made the announcement just the week before that anyone who showed up to her lab wearing a costume on Halloween would get five free points of extra credit on the homework assignment they turned in at the start of class that day. And although her GPA was looking pretty bulletproof that semester, Rhen was still of the firm belief that she could never be too careful.
Sitting on a punishment mat with a thoroughly spanked bottom to finish overdue homework could sure do wonders for instilling a healthy respect for academics it seemed.
Even better though, since Dana had nobody to look after until school let out for the day, she had plenty of time to drop her off on campus herself, saving Rhen the hassle and embarrassment of trying to find a way to ride her bike without her cape and extra-ruffly petticoat getting in the way.
Examining her reflection in the mirror, and smirking to herself at the irony of being able to even see one given what it was that she was supposed to be dressed as, Rhen nodded in satisfaction. What she saw there wasn’t exactly the super-hot crimson corset and tight, black leather miniskirt with fishnet stockings combo that she’d been aiming for originally, Dana had vetoed that idea almost immediately and spanked her silly for even suggesting such a thing, but the droopy sleeves, ruffled skirts, and high-collared cape that the older woman had sewn for her over the last two weeks sure did make her look and feel rather elegant.
Plus with her naturally black hair and pale skin, and a pair of red colored contact lenses for added spookiness, she looked the very picture of a cold and aloof ruler of an always-overcast kingdom of dread and evil.
“Okay, now say ‘blood’,” teased Dana in her best Count Dracula voice, squatting down onto one knee in front of her with her smartphone in hand as she snapped several pictures from various angles. “Oh you are just the cutest, I can’t stand it!”
“Heh, thanks, Aunt Dana,” chuckled Rhen, blushing in a very un-vampire like way as she spat out the fake plastic fangs she’d been wearing for their impromptu photo shoot and flashed the other woman a proper smile.
“You’re very welcome, dear,” she beamed, scooting over to take a selfy with her before climbing back to her feet and ruffling her hair affectionately. “Now go grab your backpack and let’s get out of here.
You’re going to be late if we don’t hurry!”
“As you command, oh matriarch of the iron hand!” decreed Rhen in her most noble-sounding tone, striding out of her bedroom with her back straight and her head tipped up imperiously. “Let us away to your horseless carriage and be gone from my castle that I might gain knowledge from the college of, uh… wizards… or something.”
“Okeydokey, whatever you say, my princess of darkness.”
SMACK!
“Bleh!”
—
Rhen’s vampire queen costume proved to be quite the hit among her fellow students on campus that day. And as she made her way between classes, or as was the case around noon when she was standing in line in the food court waiting for her chance to order something from her favorite fast food place there, lots of people pointed her out to their friends and let her know how much they liked her outfit.
“Oh, hey look, isn’t that the girl who graduated from high school super early or whatever?”
“Awww, it sure is, and just look how adorable she is. I love her costume!”
“OMG, me too, it’s super cute. Did you see the little bats she has stitched down the front of it?”
“Hah, no, I hadn’t noticed those. That’s awesome!”
Rhen’s face warmed considerably as she overheard the praise and adoration coming from the two girls waiting for their order numbers to be called next to her in the campus food court, and she smiled over toward them shyly.
“Uh… thanks, you guys,” she said only a little awkwardly.
Then, feeling as if it would somehow be dishonest not to mention it, she added.
“My aunt actually made this costume for me.”
“OMG that is precious,” gushed the student who’d initially spotted her, clutching her friend’s arm for support.
“So precious,” agreed the other girl as she fished out her smartphone from her purse. “Hey, can we get a picture of you real quick?
Our sisters in Gamma Phi have got to see how cute you look.”
Rhen’s stomach fluttered at the request, but she knew that she was already too well known on campus for it to really matter anymore if anyone else mistook her for a young teen or not, and so she just nodded.
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine, I guess. Um… you know, just tag me or whatever if you post it online, alright?” she requested with shy smile, tucking a lock of her black hair behind an ear and holding out her hand toward the two of them. “My name’s Rhen Mathews, by the way, and my aunt would be super bummed if she didn’t get a chance to see her hard work on display as well, uh… heh.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Rhen,” chirped the first girl in that way that adults often do when introducing themselves to children, seizing her hand in a firm grip and giving it a quick pump before gesturing toward her friend. “I’m Chelsea, and that’s Veronica.”
“Nice to meet you, kiddo,” said the other girl, waving casually as she brought her phone up and centered Rhen in its focus, flashing her a teasing smile. “Say, does your mommy know that you’re up past your bedtime? I thought you vampires were supposed to be asleep during the day?”
The pouting scowl that Rhen ended up with in the photo that was immediately taken after that question was very much on theme with the rest of her costume, and quickly became one of Dana’s favorite pictures of her.
—
“Oh my god, her panties have little bats on them!” squealed Abby after their Physical Science lab was over for the day, dancing in place and excitedly pointing at the tautly-stretched seat of the panties that had just been exposed by her girlfriend.
“Um, uh… yeah… Aunt Dana said that they helped bring the whole outfit together,” offered the younger girl with a wan half-smile from across Courtney’s lap, wriggling in spite of herself as her former roommate reached out to trace a teasing fingernail along the undercurve of her left cheek. “H-Hey, watch it!”
Ever since she’d discovered how ticklish Rhen was back there, Abby had rarely missed an opportunity to take advantage of it.
“Well I definitely can’t argue with her there,” chuckled Courtney, batting away her girlfriend’s wriggling fingers with a mock-scowl, before nodding her chin toward the tops of the still-squirming, chubby cheeks perched across her thighs. “But personally, I don’t think it would at all be fair to subject these poor, sweet, innocent bats to your punishment.”
“Yeah,” agreed Abby with a mock-stern frown of her own, easily picking up on where the other girl was headed as she leaned forward and took hold of the pumpkin orange, elastic waistband right in front of her.
“After all, they weren’t the ones who were totally zoned out for half of the quiz review today, were they?”
“They sure weren’t,” confirmed Courtney just as gravely, wrapping an arm around Rhen’s waist and hoisting her up off of her lap by a couple of inches so that her co-disciplinarian could slip their naughty student’s panties off of her bottom and all the way down to her ankles with ease.
“Humph!”
Although she’d known that it was going to happen, Courtney always spanked bare without exception, Rhen still couldn’t help but huff out a pout through her nostrils at the loss of her underwear, pursing her lips into a petulant grimace as she felt cool air caressing her now-naked cheeks.
“I don’t think they would’ve minded staying where they were, you know…”
That managed to get twin snorts of amusement from the other two girls, but unfortunately no leniency.
“You know what? I think I’ll just hold onto these until we’re finished here,” declared Abby as she crouched down behind her friend and began to work her panties free from around the maroon flats adorned with glittery bat wings that she was wearing.
Straightening up a moment later, she held out her captured prize before her, grinning from ear to ear at the obvious damp spot that was visible along its gusset.
“We wouldn’t want to ruin these cute little panties of yours, now would we?”
“No, we most certainly would not,” agreed Courtney, answering her girlfriend’s teasing question before Rhen could come up with a sufficiently sassy retort.
Then, turning her full attention back toward the bare cheeks she was idly massaging, she felt her eyebrows quirk up as an amused laugh escaped her lips.
“Uh-oh, I think someone might’ve been in trouble once already today…”
“Hmmm, it sure does seem that way, doesn’t it?” nodded Abby as she took in the lingering pink hue still coloring the lower half of Rhen’s upturned bottom.
Taking the chance to point out just what it was that she and her girlfriend were talking about with a light wriggle of her fingers, she asked,
“So what happened here, Rhenny?”
“N-Nothing,” answered the thoroughly embarrassed girl in a breathy laugh, squirming madly as her friend’s fingers sent spasming chuckles rippling up her sides.
“Are you sure about that, kiddo? It sure doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” pressed Abby, her grin growing even wider now as she shifted her tickling further in toward the central divide between Rhen’s cheeks where she knew she was the most sensitive. “You’d better come clean soon, because I’m not going to stop until you do.”
“D-Do your worst, I dare you!”
“Alright, have it your way…”
Rhen did her best to hold out for as long as she could under the interminable tickle torture of her best friend, but less than a minute later it became dangerously clear to her that she was going to lose control of her bladder if things kept going as they were for much longer.
“It was at breakfast, alright?” she finally gasped, throwing in the towel and squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could to clamp down on any potential accidents, much to the amusement of her recently acquired older sisters.
Flushing scarlet with the memory of it all, to say nothing of her anxiety about possibly losing control if she wasn’t careful, she quickly added in a jumbled rush, “I forgot to do the dishes last night and Dana spanked me for it before I got ready for school! There, are you happy now?”
“Very,” answered Courtney and Abby together at the same time, the latter of who then took a step back and to the side behind her girlfriend’s right shoulder so as to have the best possible vantage point for what was to come next.
“See how much easier it is when you just tell the truth, Rhenny?”
“Yeah, whatever,” grumbled Rhen, letting herself go limp across Courtney’s lap and not even bothering to pout as the older girl ordered her to put her arms behind her back for her.
What followed next was a fairly standard spanking from her TA, which meant that it left Rhen gasping and flailing her legs wildly behind her (unhindered by any sort of restraint this time) as the unyielding inferno Courtney casually stoked over the next fifteen minutes gradually overwhelmed her ability to not start sniffling and promising to be a good girl. In the meantime before that happened however, largely to distract herself from the humiliating inevitable, she busied herself with trying to make small talk with the two other girls.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“So um… Ack! Do you two- Ah! Have any pl- Oh! Plans for tonight?”
“Hmmm…” came Courtney’s slow reply, mulling the question over for a moment or two before answering as she pounded her palm relentlessly against Rhen’s bouncing bare buttocks. “I think the plan is to mostly just go bar hopping with a few other people and see what happens.”
“That, and maybe see if we can’t find a chill house party to go to afterward,” added Abby. “Some of the girls from the dorms were talking about how Shauna Paulson’s parents are out of town for the week, so you know, that could be fun. They’ve got a pretty sweet hot tub I hear.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“And a big-ass TV,” piped up Courtney, her voice carrying an excited grin as she increased the tempo of her swats. “We could totally stream something scary on that! I think there’s supposed to be a marathon of all the Hammer movies on tonight too.”
“Ewww, gross,” shuddered Abby. “I hate all that torture porn crap.
Let’s watch something with ghosts instead.”
“Works for me,” replied Courtney with a shrug, still swatting at a steady, nonstop pace.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Awww- Oh! That- Ack! sounds like- Ah! fun…” Rhen managed to get out between yelps. “C- Owie, owie! Can I come?”
In response to her question, Courtney tightened her grip around her pinned wrists and zeroed in on the backs of her thighs, turning them molten lava hot as she delivered a rapid-fire volley of extra-hard smacks in the span of only a few seconds.
SMACK-SMACK! SMACK-SMACK! SMACK-SMACK!
“No you may not, young lady,” she huffed with righteous indignation, before returning back to her normal pace and shifting her aim up to Rhen’s frantically gyrating hips.
“That’s right,” scolded Abby, leaning over to deliver two sharply biting swats of her own to the thighs that her girlfriend had just abandoned.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Bar hopping and midnight house parties are completely inappropriate for a girl your age!”
“Yeah, what would your auntie say if she heard you were trying to sneak your way into bars, huh?” continued Courtney, punctuating the question with two more extra-hard swats to the centers of each cheek before smirking at the girl beside her.
SMACK! SMACK!
“We both happen to know for a fact, little missy, that she confiscated your license, and even if she hadn’t, you’d still be underage.”
“That’s right, Rhenny, so don’t you dare try telling us that she’d be cool with us letting you tag along unless you want me to go find some soap for you to chew on!”
“But… Ah! Ah! Ah! That’s not fair!” protested Rhen, her stomach-fluttering kicking into overdrive at the revelation that her two best friends were well aware of her confiscated “adult” identity and thought it was totally fine. “She let me go to that midnight premiere for Revengers with you guys last week, didn’t she?”
“That’s totally different and you know it,” dismissed Courtney with a roll of her eyes. “Now quit your whining before I tell Abby to get me a hairbrush.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Rhen wisely chose to heed her disciplinarian’s warning, but that did little to spare her bottom from feeling like it had swollen up to twice its original size by the time she was finished with her. Nor did it stop her from having to write out an extra-humiliating sentence on the whiteboard afterward either.
“I am too young to go bar hopping, but not too old for a spanking.”
Over and over she repeated the words in her head as she copied them out onto the whiteboard in front of her, pouting all the while as she worked. But try as she might, Rhen couldn’t bring herself to be upset with her friends for long, especially not when they showed her the king-size candy bar they’d bought for her.
“Since you can’t come with us tonight,” they explained with fond smirks as they sat together side-by-side against the edge of the front row of desks and watched her write.
“Awww, that’s so sweet of you!”
And so, by the time she’d finished writing her punishment sentence out one hundred times, and had then posed for a picture in front of the neatly arranged lines so that Dana could see how cute she looked in her costume with a well-spanked bottom, all of her earlier frustration and annoyance at being left out of the older girls’ plans for the evening had more or less evaporated.
—
Later, as the sun was just beginning to set, Rhen found that she no longer cared about missing out on going to a bunch of loud and overcrowded bars. Who needed all that crap anyway when there was free candy to be had? Unfortunately for her though, rather than being turned loose onto the neighborhood to collect as many sugary treats as she could, and possibly to play a trick or two if the opportunity presented itself along the way, her aunt had other plans in mind for how she would be spending her evening.
“No you are not going out on your own to wander the neighborhood until all hours of the night, young lady. I don’t care what the other kids are doing, you are coming with me to the church’s party, and that’s final.”
“But, Aunt Dana, it’s Halloween!” moaned Rhen, her hands curling into cranky fists at her sides as she bounced them ineffectually against her dress’s puffy skirts in protest.
“Yes, dear, I’m well aware of that fact,” replied the older woman coolly, flashing her a warning look that told her to cut it out before she got another spanking for her trouble. “And I’d suggest you wipe that dirty look off your face. Things are not nearly so bad as you seem to think they are.”
Not quite convinced yet, Rhen nevertheless calmed down enough to listen to what she had to say without completely flying off the handle, her nostrils flaring as she reined in her bratty temper. Her bottom still felt a bit tender from her time spent across Courtney’s knee not too long ago, and the twinge of discomfort that shifting her weight from one hip to the other produced was more than enough to convince her that maybe respectful obedience might be the wiser course of action to pursue just then.
“Now then, if you’d have just let me finish what it was that I was trying to say before you started throwing your little tantrum, you’d know that what we’re going to tonight is a trunk-or-treat party,” Dana began to explain, one hand planted on her hip while she wagged an admonishing forefinger at her grumpy girlfriend with the other. “Instead of going door to door all night, you and your friends get to go from car to car in the parking lot and get your candy that way. It takes a lot less time than regular trick-or-treating does, and cuts out any chances for mischief or getting lost in the dark.”
“Oh…” said Rhen, blushing slightly and casting her gaze down to study a particularly interesting looking knot in one of the floorboards at her feet as she realized that she might have jumped the gun just a little bit.
“That doesn’t sound that bad, I guess.”
“Oh, don’t be such a grumpy goose,” teased Dana, her stern frown replaced now by an indulgent smirk as she closed the distance between the two of them and reached out to ruffle her hair affectionately. “You’ll have plenty of fun tonight, I promise.”
Then, leaning in close enough so that she could see the flecks of gold in Rhen’s dark green eyes, she added in a conspiratorial stage-whisper.
“And just between you and me, it’s pretty safe to say that you’ll end up coming away with a lot more candy than you would’ve gotten going door to door. At least, if this year’s party is anything like it usually is.”
That certainly perked up Rhen, who suddenly found that she had a lot less interest in wasting her night with traditional trick-or-treating like some rank amateur. Hyper-concentrated candy distribution was clearly the way of the future.
“Well why didn’t you say so?” she demanded with a broad grin, spinning on her heel to run off and grab her jack-o’-lantern pail from where she’d stashed it away in her bedroom. “Let’s get going before all the good stuff is gone, come on!”
“Alright, alright,” laughed Dana, holding up her hands to fend off her excited sassy sophomore as she all but barreled her over in her attempts to slip past and run up the stairs. “Let me just grab my keys and then we can go, alright?”
—
For as excited as she’d been on their drive over, much of Rhen’s initial enthusiasm had dissipated by the time she and Dana found a place to park outside their church building among the other cars already there some twenty minutes later.
There were definitely a lot of people with their trunks popped open, strings of pumpkin lights or fake cobwebs connecting them together as their owners handed out what appeared to be great handfuls of candy while generic scary music played from a set of wireless speakers someone had rigged up to a tablet. The only problem was that it seemed like the vast majority of the costumed kids hurrying from car to car to collect their treats were much younger than she was.
“Um… are you sure that this is something teenagers are allowed to participate in?” Rhen asked hesitantly, carefully shifting her bright orange candy pail behind her back just in case someone saw her with it and got the wrong idea.
“Yes, dear, I am,” confirmed the older woman with a gentle smile, laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder and stooping down to point toward a couple of kids further off in the distance who were currently in the process of receiving some rather sizable looking candy bars from Sister Miller. “Look over there, it’s Jamie and Melissa from your Sunday school class, see?”
“Yeah, I guess,” conceded Rhen with a nod, not quite sounding convinced as she puffed out her cheeks in an overdramatic pout. “But it looks like they’re just going around with their younger siblings, so I’m not really sure if that counts…”
Sensing that she’d need to try a different approach to coax her not-niece into letting down her guard and having fun that evening, Dana leaned in closer to murmur into her ear, “I’d be very careful if I were you, little girl, or else the switch witch might just come pay you a visit tonight.”
“Psh, I’m not afraid of some candy thief and her healthy snack alternatives,” countered Rhen with an impudent smirk.
“That’s nice, dear,” replied her aunt with a low laugh, sliding a hand beneath the folds of her cape to give her bottom a meaningful pat.
“But the one I was thinking of likes to tan the hides of naughty girls who don’t behave themselves on Halloween.”
“Oh, well, um…”
Rhen swallowed hard at that, face flushing hot pink in the dwindling twilight.
“Then I suppose I ought to behave myself, huh?”
“I would say that sounds like a good idea, yes,” agreed Dana with a sly twinkle in her eye. “Now why don’t you go have some fun with your friends?”
And with that, she sent the younger girl scampering off to join the others already well into their trunk-or-treating with another firm pat to the seat of her swishy black skirts.
“I’ll be inside if you need me, cutie pie.”
—
Just as her auntie had predicted, Rhen did indeed end up coming away with far more candy than she’d been expecting to thanks to the various families participating in that year’s trunk-or-treat party. There was clearly a disproportionate amount of adults handing out candy to kids collecting it, and she managed to double back for extras a couple of times by blending in with a few of the other kids from her Sunday school class who showed up after her.
After she’d finished filling her jack-o’-lantern pail to the point where nothing else would fit inside of it, she then made her way into the meeting house proper and quickly discovered that there was far more to this celebration than just wandering around a parking lot begging for candy.
“Oh man, they seriously went all out for this, didn’t they?” she asked aloud to no one in particular as she gawked at the transformation that had taken place inside the modestly-sized indoor basketball court that the older teens usually met in for youth group activities.
“Yeah, Father Jacob really goes nuts for Halloween stuff,”
answered Anna with a broad grin as she stepped up beside her, hefting a massive and very tasty looking caramel apple in one hand and using it to gesture at the decorations and games lining the walls. “Love the costume by the way, Rhen. You look very spooky-cute tonight.”
“Heh, thanks,” replied the supposedly younger girl, feeling her face flush with warmth at the compliment.
Maybe Anna isn’t so bad, after all? She certainly seems a lot less snooty now that we’re not in Sunday school…
Shrugging at this revelation, Rhen flashed her a friendly smile.
“My aunt made it for me, actually.”
Anna let out a low, appreciative whistle as she ran her eyes up and down her costume once again.
“Dang. Well, she did a great job. It sure beats the heck out of my
‘costume’, that’s for sure,” she laughed, tilting her head down just enough to draw the other girl’s attention to the cat ears headband and black leather choker she was wearing.
Not quite sure how to respond to that, Anna not being a prissy bossy boots was really throwing her through a loop, Rhen just nodded shyly.
“Hey, where’d you get that caramel apple from?” she asked, hoping that changing the subject would help her feel less awkward.
“Right over there,” replied Anna with a friendly grin, pointing off to where a small knot of kids were clustered around a rickety-looking card table where Father Jacob (with two, large Frankenstein-style bolts protruding from either side of his neck) was busy overseeing the mostly-orderly distribution of treats. “But I’d hurry up if I were you. Those apples tend to go fast every year.”
“Thanks for the tip!”
Taking the advice to heart, Rhen immediately began skipping off toward the table Anna had indicated while attempting to juggle her heavy pail in both hands and keep her candy from spilling out of it as she went.
She was in such a good mood, that even when the smug teenager playfully swatted her on the bottom as she passed her by, she didn’t slow down in the slightest, and just threw her a pouty look over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
“Happy Halloween, kiddo.”
“Thanks, you too!”
—
For the rest of the evening, Rhen and her friends threw themselves into the festivities with gusto. Drinking punch served from a bubbling witch’s cauldron (packed with lots of dry ice), bobbing for apples, competing in no-hands donut eating races, and generally making a nuisance of themselves to all of the adults around them who were willing to look the other way for that one evening.
And it was, awesome.
She was still riding high on all the fun she’d had at the church’s Halloween party by the time she and Dana finally got home later that night.
“It looks like you got a pretty good haul this year,” observed the older woman as she tipped back the overflowing jack-o’-lantern Rhen had set down on the corner of the island in their kitchen enough to see that it was indeed packed to the gills.
“I sure did,” chirped the petite sophomore happily, half-bent over and digging around in the back of their refrigerator in search of any cold cans of soda that Dana might have hidden there.
Caffeine-free ones of course since those were the only kinds she was allowed to drink this close to bedtime.
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
Having turned around upon finding a drink, Rhen frowned as she watched her aunt putting her over-stuffed bucket of candy onto one of the high shelves in the cabinet above the sink.
“I’m putting your candy away, dear,” she explained casually, shutting the door to the cabinet after she’d finished stashing her pail well out of her reach and turning to gesture toward the few pieces she’d left out on the island. “You’re already hyped up on enough sugar as it is, so you can have these six pieces tonight, and then some more tomorrow, alright?”
“But that’s not fair,” whined Rhen, stomping a foot and turning her nose up at the meager assortment of chocolates she’d been allotted with a disdainful sniff. “I earned that candy fair and square, and I should be allowed to eat as much of it as I want!”
“Young lady, too much candy will give you a tummy ache and keep you wired all night,” countered Dana firmly as she crossed her arms in front of her and fixed her with a no-nonsense frown. “And before you say it, I don’t care that it’s Halloween. A school night is still a school night, and bedtime is still bedtime, and I’ve made my decision. So tough tortellini.”
Feeling her temper starting to boil over at being denied the opportunity to gorge herself on sugary sweets while she browsed the internet like she’d been planning to, Rhen’s face flushed hot with indignation. With a huff, she slammed her can of soda down onto the countertop beside her and jabbed an accusatory finger at the cabinet where her (mostly) rightfully gotten candy had been locked away.
“This is such bullcrap!”
Rhen knew that it was a mistake even as she started yelling, but try as she might, she just couldn’t stop herself once she got going.
“That’s my candy, give it back right now!”
The hard look she got from her auntie at that however, took the wind right out of her sails.
Uh-oh…
“Um… please?”
Sighing to herself in exasperation, Dana just rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and began moving unhurriedly toward the refrigerator.
“I guess we’re going to need one of these after all,” she said, grabbing something from off the top of it that she’d apparently had hidden there. “Good thing I went ahead and prepared one while you were at school today, just in case. I had a feeling that it might come in handy before the night was through.”
“Um, w-wait a second, hold on now… let’s not get too hasty,”
squeaked Rhen, feeling her bottom cheeks clenching reflexively as she watched her aunt swish the long and supple switch through the air in front of her. “On second thought, I don’t really need to eat all that candy tonight.
You’re right, it’s fine!”
“It’s a little too late to backpedal now, I’m afraid, cutie pie,” replied Dana with a tight smirk, idly thwapping her switch against the side of her pants. “You’re the one who decided to throw a fit when you didn’t get your way just now. So be a good girl for me and get undressed to face the consequences, would you?”
Mentally kicking herself for getting into this predicament in the first place, honestly she could be such a child sometimes, Rhen let out a long, frustrated moan. Blushing with what she knew was fully deserved embarrassment, she turned and glared at the granite countertop in front of her and shifted her weight awkwardly from foot to foot with pent-up annoyance, before at last letting out a sulky harrumph and beginning to slowly disrobe.
“Humph!”
Pulling free the little knot holding her cape together around her throat, she slipped it off of her shoulders and took her time folding it up nice and neat before laying it out on the island in front of her. With that done, she then cast one last, pleading look over toward her frowning auntie.
“Are you sure I can’t just have one more chance? Pretty please?”
Dana just cocked one incredulous eyebrow at that however.
“What do you think?”
“Yes?” ventured the younger girl hopefully.
“Rhen…” came the warning reply as her aunt took half a step closer.
“Fine, fine,” she sighed in defeat, kicking off her bat-winged flats with a huff. “You can’t blame me for trying, though.”
“Uh-huh,” was all she got in response as Dana rolled her eyes.
“Quit stalling before I decide to move this little attitude adjustment out onto the back porch.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Sufficiently motivated to hurry now, Rhen made short work of stripping off the black thigh-high stockings she’d been wearing, tossing them onto her folded cape with her dress and petticoat following shortly thereafter.
“Those too,” ordered her aunt, flicking the end of her switch toward the fluttering bat panties she was still wearing when she started to falter, her fingers hovering nervously near their waistband.
“Oh come on,” whined Rhen, hands cupping her rounded cheeks protectively as she turned her head to glare at her. “They barely offer any protection at all. Can’t I just leave them on?”
“Young lady,” warned Dana, drawing the words out into a reprimand all on their own as she remained standing right where she was and fixed her with a hard look. “I only switch over bare skin. So unless you’d like for this entire punishment to be delivered exclusively across the backs of your thighs, I’d ditch those panties. Now. ”
“Okay, okay, I was just asking. Geez!”
Definitely not willing to call the other woman’s bluff on that one, Rhen’s hands yanked her panties down from her hips and sent them flying toward her ankles just as fast as she could get them to go. Leaving her standing there in just a plain black camisole that left her fully exposed from the waist down.
“Cami too,” ordered Dana, her mouth twitching up into a teasing half-grin. “We wouldn’t want to get it dirty, now would we?”
“Are you serious?” huffed Rhen, incredulous.
“I’m waiting,” sing-songed her auntie, her stern mask slipping for a moment as she used the tip of her switch to tickle the younger girl’s thigh.
“Okay, okay,” giggled Rhen, squirming out of range before stripping off her camisole and tossing it onto the pile with the rest of her clothes.
“Ahhh, much better,” sighed Dana in evident self-satisfaction before crooking a finger toward her with a hungry grin. “Now you get that cute little butt of yours over here and put your hands on top of your head.”
“On my head?” asked a slightly confused Rhen even as she moved to do as she was told.
“Well, yes,” answered Dana, not unkindly, as she sent a teasing smile her way. “These things tend to sting quite a bit you know, honeybuns, and I’d hate for you to end up with welts anywhere other than your tush and thighs just because your hands got in the way.”
Thwip. Thwip.
With casual ease, Dana snapped her wrist twice in quick succession, lightly flicking the younger girl’s rock hard nipples with the tip of her switch.
“Ah! Eep!”
“Well, except for there, maybe,” she added with a snicker.
“I…” Rhen panted, fighting down a moan as her hands automatically shot up to knead her naked breasts. “I, um… uh… I…”
Realizing that she’d completely lost the ability to form coherent sentences for the moment, she opted instead to just puff out her cheeks in a huffy pout, stepping in close to her auntie and raising her arms up to thread her fingers together on top of her head.
“Like this?”
“Precisely.”
Nodding in approval, Dana moved around to stand near her left side, trailing a teasing hand across each cheek as she went.
“Now you just keep those hands right where they are and try not to move too much until we’re finished here, alright?” she ordered, leaning over and beginning to tap, tap, tap the flexible length of wood in her hand against her girlfriend’s wobbly bare bottom, testing her aim as she took a few practice swipes with the bendy, green branch.
Swallowing hard, Rhen felt an icy shiver trace its way down her back.
“R-Right!”
Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Dana began whipping the switch down with lightning-fast flicks of her wrist, leaving bright pink, razor thin welts of sharp, hyper-focused pain all the way across her naked buttocks and thighs.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Immediately Rhen’s resolve to keep her hands where they were, to say nothing of her desire to not just hop over the island and run away for that matter, was put to the test as she frantically started shifting from one foot to the other and back again, dancing in place as little yelps and hisses sprang out of her mouth almost as fast as the nonstop swipes from the switch.
“Oh my god, that stings, that stings!” she squealed, unable to contain the thought in just her head alone as her hairless front bumped up against the cold, hard edge of the island in front of her, leaving her trapped with nowhere to go as her bottom all but burst into flames.
“It sure does, doesn’t it?” replied Dana conversationally, not sounding the least bit sympathetic as she continued to paint thin lines of livid red across the majority of Rhen’s frantically shifting bottom and thighs, watching in amusement as they gradually began to blend together into a mottled maroon as they overlapped.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
“Aunt Dana, please, I’ll be good!” the younger girl howled as tear tracks started tracing their way down her flushed face. “I’m sorry I threw a tantrum, I’ll be good, I promise!”
“I’m glad to hear you say that, cutie pie, but I’m afraid we’re not done quite yet,” cooed her auntie, not slowing the constant flicking of her wrist in the slightest. “You see, a switching isn’t over until the switch itself is completely worn out.”
As if to underscore just what she meant, Dana ratcheted up the speed at which she was swatting by a few notches, pushing the petite sophomore’s howls and squeals up several octaves in the process.
Oh my god, this is going to take forever! There’s no way I’ll even have a butt by the time she’s finished!
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
—
In the end though, Rhen’s bottom was far more resilient than she gave it credit for, and the supple, green branch that the older woman had selected to discipline her with only lasted for a few more minutes before it at last crumbled to pieces, totally spent.
“And there we go,” sighed Dana with a sense of a job well done as she laid the remains of the ruined switch on the counter beside her niece’s crumpled costume. “See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Rhen’s only response to this question was to hiss through clenched teeth, still dancing in place as her hands flew back to clutch at her scalded seat.
“If… if you say so…”
She couldn’t see for herself yet, but her aunt had left it and the backs of her thighs a lovely shade of ruby red (that would probably have been quite enticing to a vampire, actually), with a great many long, thin welts, spidering out in all directions near the far edges of her hips and the sides of her legs.
“Oh come now, cutie pie,” snickered the older woman, rubbing her soothingly between the shoulders as she leaned over to plant a quick kiss on her cheek, licking her lips and smiling at the strong taste of salt she found there. “I only used one switch on you. It could have easily been two or three if I were really trying to prove a point, you know.”
Rhen felt her stomach lurch at that, and decided that maybe she had gotten off comparatively light after all as she felt her knees wobble just a bit.
“I uh… I hadn’t thought of it like that,” she admitted with a chagrinned look toward her smugly preening auntie. “Yeah, in that case, I guess it wasn’t so bad.”
“That’s the spirit,” laughed Dana, reaching up to ruffle the back of her untidy hair. “Now, your royal spookiness, I’d say it’s about time for you to get that butt of yours upstairs and into the shower. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Can I still have my candy?” asked Rhen, eyeing the half-dozen or so pieces on the counter beside her hopefully.
She’d certainly felt like she’d earned them by now.
“That all depends,” countered her aunt with a wry smirk. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Well then, by all means, they’re yours.”
“Thank you,” chirped the younger girl in a sing-song of her own, rising up onto her tiptoes to kiss the older woman on the lips and hugging her tightly for a brief moment before snatching up her candy and making a beeline toward the stairs.
“Anytime, cutie pie,” laughed Dana with a dismissive wave toward the scampering girl’s back. “I’ll be up to tuck you in later, alright?”
“’’Kay!” came the barely audible reply from somewhere in the hallway upstairs.
With an affectionate huff of amusement, the switch witch moved to get out her broom and dustpan and began to sweep up the leftover debris from her sassy sophomore’s well-earned punishment.
“God, I love Halloween.”
