After she’d managed to explain who she really was, all the while still sniffling and cupping her scalded cheeks as she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, Missus Johnson quickly leaned forward from her seat on the couch and pulled Rhen’s panties and shorts back up for her, apologizing profusely for the mix up.
“Oh honey, I am so sorry! I just… I thought… I mean, you just look so…”
She made a broad sweeping gesture with her hand then, taking in Rhen’s slight figure and the youthfully casual outfit she was wearing.
Standing as she was in a pair of flip-flops, nylon short-shorts, and a loose fitting t-shirt with her sleek black hair pulled back into a frazzled ponytail behind her, she looked every inch the young and sassy teenager.
Especially as she bobbed in place, hands rubbing at the back of her shorts as she pouted.
“Yeah, I get it,” she huffed, rolling her eyes.
Despite how humiliating it had been to be treated like a naughty thirteen-year-old, to say nothing of being spanked like one, Rhen was surprised to find that she wasn’t actually all that upset with Missus Johnson. Dressed as she was amid the sea of preteens and tweens that she was looking after, it was easy for her to see how she could have been mistaken for just another one of her charges giving her way too much attitude. Part of her knew too that she should be outraged as she stood before the older woman, pawing at her sore bottom as she tried to massage away some of the heat and angry red coloring peeking out from just beneath the legs of her shorts, but she just… wasn’t.
It had honestly been kind of fun in a strange way.
Rhen shivered again as she imagined how she must have looked flailing around across Missus Johnson’s lap with her bare bottom bouncing and turning redder and redder under her relentlessly punishing palm. And even as she blushed at the memory of it all, replaying it over and over again in her mind’s eye in exquisite detail, she felt a giddy little thrill surge through her as it dawned on her just how convincingly she’d been able to play the role of naughty tween without even trying.
Sure, it had been beyond humiliating to be treated that way. But on the other hand, it had also been very exhilarating. Knowing that she’d been able to fool the older woman so easily had her feeling like some sort of undercover secret agent who’d just gotten away with something big. Not to mention that the pleasantly-throbbing heat radiating out from her tush and gradually making its way in between her squirming thighs certainly helped make things feel a whole lot better in the aftermath.
Realizing that she’d been staring off into space with a lopsided grin for longer than was probably polite, Rhen shook her head to clear it and coughed. Missus Johnson was obviously expecting some sort of reply from her, but unfortunately for her, she hadn’t really been paying attention for the last minute or so.
Deciding to take a shot in the dark, she adopted an easy, nonchalant air as she said.
“No really, I mean it. Um… don’t sweat it, ma’am. It was you know…”
She made a vague swirling gesture with her free hand, the one that wasn’t busy rubbing her bottom, as she tried to find the right words.
“Just an honest mistake, I’m sure. And plus, I mean…”
Again, she felt her cheeks flush and her stomach twist with an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement as she swallowed hard and added.
“I was kinda, sorta, super-duper late today and all.”
Rhen flashed her boss a chagrinned smirk with her admission, feeling the butterflies in her stomach stirring up to new heights as she did so.
“So, you know… I suppose I kind of got what was coming to me and stuff.”
“Hah, indeed you did,” agreed Dana with a friendly laugh, all of her earlier worry having blown away in the face with Rhen’s positive attitude and readily admitted confession of wrongdoing, being replaced once again by her good-natured, albeit stern and no nonsense, maternal confidence.
“But now I suppose I really ought to figure out what I’m going to do with you, shouldn’t I?”
She sighed, easing back into the comfortable leather couch behind her. Rubbing her chin thoughtfully, she ran a critical eye up and down the girl standing nervously before her.
“Hmmm…”
They both shared a look for a few heart-poundingly anxious moments, Dana’s lightly challenging and Rhen’s nervously hopeful. The woman’s arched eyebrows made it very clear to her that her boss definitely had no regrets about spanking her now that she’d admitted she’d earned it, and that she should consider herself lucky that she’d gotten off so lightly.
And as stomach-clenchingly mortifying as those thoughts might have been, it was the knowing smile quirking up at the corners of her mouth that made it even more clear that the dampness between her thighs hadn’t gone unnoticed by her sharp eyes either.
And that really drove the embarrassment home for poor Rhen.
“So… am I not fired?” she wheedled, feeling hope well up inside of her chest as the moments dragged on without her being told to get out and never come back.
Surely the barn burner of a spanking she’d just received more than made up for her small (well, okay, huge) bit of tardiness, didn’t it?
“Uh, ma’am!” she added hastily as she saw her boss’s eyes flash with annoyance.
“Well, not yet, at least,” conceded Missus Johnson with a stern look that let Rhen know that she was still on thin ice despite clearing the air just now. “I’ve still got to mull that one over for a bit more before I make my final decision. But for now…”
She heaved herself up off of the couch then, rising to her feet in a gracefully fluid motion that startled Rhen with just how swiftly she moved for a woman her age. Still frowning slightly, she gripped her firmly by the shoulders and spun her back around to face the opposite wall before propelling her toward the corner she’d been standing in earlier with a hard swat.
SMACK!
“You get that nose of yours right back where it was, missy.”
“Ow, hey!” squawked Rhen, suppressing a yelp as she stumbled into the corner.
“College student or not,” lectured Missus Johnson, her voice carrying an edge of unspoken warning as she stalked after the younger girl, stepping up behind her and once again threading her fingers together on top of her head for her. “Naughty little girls who get their bottoms spanked in this house do their corner time whether they like it or not.”
“But- Eep!”
Rhen’s protests were cut off suddenly by a mortified squeak of terror, feeling a pit open in the bottom of her stomach as her shorts and panties were whisked down to her ankles for the second time that morning with startling ease.
“Wait, hold on!”
SMACK! SMACK!
“Hush, child!” snapped Missus Johnson, punctuating her command with two heavy swats back to back against either of her bare cheeks, making her hips jerk forward and start to squirm with the reignited sting.
“You did the crime, now you can do the time.”
“But-!” whined Rhen again, trying to turn away from the corner with her hands still on top of her head so she could at least plead her case properly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three more rapid-fire spanks exploded across her bright red behind, and she frantically found herself whirling back around to face the wall, all but shoving her nose into the corner while she danced from foot to foot, hissing.
“Okay, okay, fine! I get it. I’ll stand in the corner, geez.”
“Hmmm… We’ll just see about that,” observed Missus Johnson darkly, keeping a firm grip on her shoulder and letting her right palm hover menacingly over the girl’s cheeks for a few more moments just to make sure that she was really going to stand still before letting go and taking a step back. “This time you’d better stay right where you are until I say you can come out. You got that, little girl?”
“Yes ma’am,” sighed Rhen, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as she heard the loud footfalls of over-excited tweens running around the room behind her, chasing each other.
She let out a low moan and opened her mouth to ask again if she really had to stand there with her ruby red cheeks on display for the whole world to see, especially with that stupid set of bay windows right behind her, but quickly thought better of it. The throbbing heat in her seat and Missus Johnson’s looming presence only a foot or two away were more than enough to make her decide that it was probably better to just stay quiet and endure the embarrassment with some modicum of good grace.
“Good girl,” chirped the older woman with evident self-satisfaction as she took in the delightful sight of the well-punished brat squirming in the corner for a few moments longer, drinking in the details of her adorable caboose as she pouted.
She then brushed her hands off with a sense of a job well done, and moved off back toward the kitchen and all the lunches she’d been preparing before she’d been so rudely interrupted.
“Just remember, Rhen, dear,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away. “If we have to have this conversation again, you’re going to find out just how unpleasant a spanking from Auntie Dana can really be, alright? I’ve got plenty of wooden spoons in the kitchen, you know, and they all hurt a lot more than my hand does. I can promise you that.”
Rhen gulped and straightened up a little bit more at the warning, inadvertently thrusting her adorable, bare caboose even further out toward the room in the process.
“Yes ma’am!”
She continued to stay like that for what felt like forever, but according to the looks she routinely stole toward the old grandfather clock ticking away against the wall behind her, was only about twenty minutes.
Ugh. This sucks.
While Rhen had certainly had her fair share of spankings while growing up, her grandma had never been a big believer in corner time, and so it was only now that she was in the middle of it that she discovered that it was almost as bad as the spanking itself. It was so humiliating to be left standing around where anyone and everyone could see the evidence of what had just happened to her, and more than a few of the actual daycare kids running around and playing behind her stopped to point her out and snicker at her bare behind.
They’d ask her what she’d done to get in so much trouble with Auntie Dana. Tease her about how she was way too big to be getting spanked like a little kid. Or else maybe just let out a low whistle at how red her pale skin had turned. And as much as Rhen wanted nothing more than to whirl around on the little brats and tell them to piss off, she kept her smoldering face pressed firmly into the corner and her mouth shut tight.
It was bad enough already having everyone see one set of red cheeks on her. She wasn’t in any particular rush to show off the others.
Plus she had a sneaking suspicion that Missus Johnson just might consider chasing off a bunch of gawking tweens as leaving the corner, and she’d already had enough spanking for one day, thanks.
—
Eventually her boss returned to collect her from the corner, and seeing that she’d been properly obeyed this time around, praised Rhen for her good behavior as she knelt down behind her and gently pulled her panties and shorts back into their proper place around her hips for her. She then took her hand in hers, all smiles and warm maternal affection once again, and led her out of the front room and into the kitchen.
“Come along, cutie pie, you must be starving.”
Upon entering the kitchen, she took a moment to introduce her to the eight or so other boys and girls already gathered around the oversized wooden table waiting to eat, all of whom by Rhen’s estimation were somewhere between the ages of ten and thirteen. Unfortunately for her though, her boss neglected to mention the fact that she was supposed to be her new assistant.
“Everyone, this is my new friend Rhen. Why don’t you say hello to her?”
“Hi Rhen,” the gathered kids all chorused back, many of them smirking at her.
“As I’m sure many of you noticed earlier, she was having a serious attitude problem, but we took care of that and she’s ready to play nice with all of you now. Isn’t that right, dear?”
Left with little other choice, Rhen had gone beet red in the face and gave a strangled nod.
“Um, yes ma’am…”
This introduction certainly had rankled the petite sophomore, whose first instinct had been to open her mouth and set the record straight, but the snickers she got from the others when she hissed upon sitting down too fast on the hard wooden chair beside Missus Johnson kept her quiet. Instead, she just pouted at her lunch.
She could always explain things later on when she wasn’t so busy wriggling around trying to find a comfortable position to sit in, after all.
After a surprisingly tasty lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, wavy potato chips, and carrot sticks, Rhen was released along with everyone else to go play.
But while the others dashed off in seemingly every direction as soon as they’d been given permission to get up and go, she chose instead to linger behind and assist her boss with clearing off the table. Ostensibly to be helpful, but mostly so that she could reassert at least some shred of what remained of her professional dignity.
“So um…” she began, piling paper plates and napkins on top of one another and not quite meeting the other woman’s eye as she spoke. “What would you like me to, um… you know, do… as like, your assistant and stuff?”
However, Missus Johnson just smiled and waved a dismissive hand at her.
“Oh don’t worry about that, hon. You just go out and play with the others and have some fun. We’ll talk things over like grownups after everyone’s gone home for the day, alright?”
“Well, okay… if you’re sure you don’t need me…”
“Go on now, scoot!” laughed the older woman, turning her in the direction of the open back door and the kids running around outside playing tag.
She then propelled her along her way with a playful, but still commanding, swat to the seat of her shorts, and Rhen shot out the door like a rocket.
“Eep! Yes ma’am!”
