“Wake up, cutie pie, we’re here…”
“Huh?” slurred Rhen, tumbling out of a blissful doze with a sudden start as she was gently shaken awake by a hand on her shoulder.
Confused and not quite sure where she was just then, she whipped her head up and around from where she’d been drooling on her seatbelt, blinking in bewilderment.
“Aunt Dana? Wha-? What’s going on?”
Reaching up, the dazed girl rubbed absently at her bleary eyes with the back of her hand, before opening her mouth as wide as it would go and letting out a prolonged yawn.
“Where are we?”
“Why, we’re at your granny’s house, of course, silly goose.”
Rhen continued to just stare blankly at the older woman for a few more moments, not quite comprehending her words as the disjointed memories of some fanciful dream about flying around in space in a cake-powered robot continued to clog up the gears in her mind. But, as she blinked again and shifted up from her huddled slouch, the world around her started to come back into focus once again and she at last remembered what it was that she and her auntie had been doing before she’d fallen asleep.
“Oh… yeah, that’s right,” she mumbled drowsily, head still catching up with her as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stretched her arms above her head in the SUV’s spacious interior. “We’re here already?”
“We sure are,” confirmed Dana with a fond smirk, reaching out to gently tap the end of her nose with a forefinger. “So shake off those cobwebs, sleepy head, and let’s go say hello.”
Turning to look out her window, Rhen couldn’t help but grin. The sun had long since set by then, but even in just the faint glow of the porch lights in the distance she was still able to immediately recognize the familiar sights of the old gravel driveway they were parked on and the even older (but still incredibly well-maintained) farm house out in the middle of the country.
“Huh… That didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would,” she observed with another stretch, rocking her head from side to side and popping her neck, before sighing in satisfaction.
“No kidding. It’s amazing how quickly time flies on a long drive when you’re fast asleep for most of it,” agreed her aunt with an amused snort. “By the way, I just want you to know that you are very lucky that your snoring is cute, little girl, or else I’d have been poking you awake every few minutes at the rate you were sawing logs.”
“I don’t snore!” denied Rhen vehemently, one hand pressed to her minimal breast in mock-outrage and blushing slightly at her partner having just called her cute.
That never got old.
She was just about to open her mouth and deliver a suitably scathing retort when she felt something crinkle beneath her.
Wait a minute… What happened to my skirt?
Still a bit drowsy, she looked down and frowned in confusion at the bare legs she saw idly kicking back and forth in front of her, and then immediately felt her heart leap into her throat as she was suddenly reminded of the dramatic shift in wardrobe that had been foisted upon her only a few hours earlier.
“Oh crap!”
No longer feeling even the least bit sleepy, Rhen sat bolt upright in her leather seat and hurriedly started yanking down on the front of her zip-up hoodie in a frantic attempt to try and hide the Disney princess smiling sassily up at her from between her clamped-together thighs.
“Aunt Dana, quick, I need pants!”
“Oh hush, you,” dismissed the older woman with a disapproving cluck of her tongue, reaching over and gently undoing her girlfriend’s white-knuckled grip on the hem of her hoodie. “And stop that! You’re going to stretch out your pretty new sweater if you keep tugging on it like that, you know.”
“But…” protested Rhen, letting out a piteous moan as fresh warmth rushed into her cheeks, painting them a noticeable shade of strawberry red even in the dim glow of the car’s interior lights.
“You look fine, dear,” soothed Dana, giving her a reassuring little pat on the knee, but making no move to pop the hatch on the back of their car. “If you didn’t need pants back when we left the rest stop, then you most certainly don’t need them now, either. Besides, we’re only going to be hanging around your granny tonight anyway, and I know for a fact that she’s already seen your bare buns on enough occasions to not be phased by seeing you running around in just your undies. So try to relax, alright?”
Hearing those words, Rhen huffed out an indignant snort through flared nostrils and then opened her mouth to contest everything that her auntie had just said.
As far as she was concerned, putting on some pants was of vital importance to her very existence at that particular moment. And more to the point, she wanted to make it abundantly clear to everyone involved that the padded pink monstrosity that she’d been forced into wearing was not her underwear. It was an embarrassing punishment and maybe a cute and somewhat-necessary precaution against over-hydrating, and nothing more.
Moreover, she didn’t care that her grandma might have seen her naked butt before. That was then and this was now, and despite her outward appearance and the way everyone around her seemed dead set on treating her, she was (technically) an adult, gosh darn it!
But the twinkling look of amusement and silent challenge in Dana’s dark eyes was more than enough to get her to pause and think twice about saying any of those things out loud right then.
Humph.
Forcing herself to take a deep breath and relax before she could say anything that she might regret, Rhen instead pursed her lips together into a silent scowl, grumbling her grievances internally instead.
This is such bullcrap! Just because I look like a naughty teenager and maybe sometimes act like one, doesn’t mean that I should have to be treated like one too. We’re on vacation, darn it! Shouldn’t that count for something?
“Hmmm… Oh dear, it looks like someone is still a bit cranky from her nap,” observed Dana a moment later, taking in the glower on her face and arching an eyebrow in only semi-serious warning as the right corner of her mouth twitched toward a smirk. “You know, I could always warm your caboose back up before we get out of the car if you’d like to just get that temper tantrum out of your system now, cutie pie. Would you prefer to greet your granny with a freshly-spanked, bare bottom instead of with your pretty panties on?”
“No, no, that’s fine,” squeaked Rhen, backpedaling as fast as she could as she reeled in her sulking to only a slight pout. “I’ll be good.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will, dear,” answered her partner with just a hint of sarcasm, reaching out and ruffling the younger girl’s hair before turning away and removing her keys from the ignition. “Now then, let’s get going, shall we?”
Rhen continued to remain seated right where she was for another couple of heartbeats as Dana pushed open her driver’s side door and moved to step out of the car.
Ugh. This sucks.
She had planned on using the remainder of their drive down to her grandma’s house to formulate some sort of plan that would help her avoid getting mixed up in a situation just like the one she found herself in at that very moment, but alas, something had gone terribly awry.
Gosh darn it. I never could stay awake on long car trips.
Between the soothing monotone of their SUV rumbling down the highway, the warmth of the pull-up swaddling her along her hairless front and over her rounded cheeks, not to mention the cozy heat radiating into her tender tush from the passenger-side seat warmers that Dana had set to full power to combat the chill November air, she’d fallen asleep almost immediately. No sooner had they pulled out of the rest stop and gotten back underway again than she’d completely zonked out, drifting off before she’d so much as even finished her preliminary brainstorming session.
Now they were parked outside of her grandma’s house and it was too late, far too late, to do anything about her state of undress. She could already see the shadowed form of the spry old woman who’d raised her ever since she’d been a small child ambling her way down the path winding away from the farm house’s front porch to greet them, and she knew then that she was all out of options.
“Crap, crap, crap!” she swore to herself, venting her frustrations by stomping her feet against the rubber floor mat beneath her before slumping back against her seat with a huff, arms folded and brows knitted together into a dark scowl. “Well, I guess the cat’s definitely out of the bag now. If Grandma wasn’t already aware of how Aunt Dana handles disciplining me, she sure will be in just a second or two. Freaking… awesome.”
Deciding that the best course of action for her right then was to just bite the bullet and face her impending humiliation head-on, Rhen heaved out one last put-upon sigh of resignation and then pushed open her own car door. Plopping down onto the gravel beneath her, her high-tops crunching it underfoot, she tried to ignore the sudden swell of butterflies in her stomach as she took in a deep breath and forced herself to smile.
Okay… I can do this. They’re just pull-ups. It’s not that big of a deal, right?
“Hi Grandma!” she called out in greeting, trepidation only dampening her enthusiasm a little bit as she waved her hand high overhead.
“Well bless my stars, if it isn’t my favorite little Rhen,” exclaimed her grandma in a thick southern accent, increasing the speed of her stiff gait as she hastened to close the distance between the two of them. “Lord, is it ever good to see you again, child.”
“You too,” answered Rhen with genuine delight, meeting the woman who was almost as short as she was halfway and wrapping her up in a huge bear hug. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Me too, child, me too,” wheezed the old woman, patting her granddaughter’s back and wincing as she felt a couple of her ribs creaking with the strength of the embrace she suddenly found herself caught up in.
They continued to stay locked in place like that for several more moments, the raven-haired girl breathing in deeply the scent of her grandma, before finally letting her go with a contented sigh.
Stumbling back with a light chuckle, the old woman straightened out her clothes and then took a moment to get her first proper look at her granddaughter.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”
“Um… well, I…” hemmed Rhen, reflexively bringing her right thumb up to her lips to chew on her fingernail as she struggled to find the words to explain away her current state of dress, or more to the point, lack thereof.
As she’d known they would, her grandma’s sharp eyes had immediately snagged on the bright pink-pull up secured around her narrow hips. But rather than be put off by the sight of it, she instead fixed Rhen with a knowing half-grin that wasn’t all that far off from the one Dana was wearing as she appeared from around the front of their car a moment later, waving hello as well.
“Well howdy there, Melinda,” she called out, stepping up behind Rhen and laying her hands affectionately on top of her shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze. “As you might’ve guessed from our Rhen’s adorable choice in undies, we hit a bit of a hiccup on our way up here.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” grumbled Rhen, causing both women’s grins to grow just a bit wider.
“You see, someone here decided that she didn’t need to use the bathroom after lunch, refused to go even, only to discover that her bladder wasn’t quite as big as she thought it was. Can you believe that?”
“You don’t say?” drawled Melinda Mathews, folding her arms in front of her and shifting her weight over to one hip.
Letting out a mock-exasperated sigh, Dana pulled the younger girl in a bit closer against the warmth of her front, kneading her upper arms with her strong fingers.
“I’m afraid so,” she confirmed with a melodramatic shake of her head as she cast her eyes skyward. “I managed to get her to a rest stop eventually, but traffic was pretty bad on the interstate and it took us a while to get there. And unfortunately, Rhen couldn’t quite hold it in and ended up wetting her pants right there in the middle of the parking lot.”
“Oh dear, is that so?” came the old woman’s scandalized reply, looking aghast at her granddaughter and then back up at her partner for added effect.
Blushing scarlet, Rhen could only give a strangled nod as her auntie continued for her.
“Yep. She managed to soak through pretty much everything she was wearing below the waist by the time she was finished. Luckily, since we were already right there, I was able to just march her straight into the bathroom and get her cleaned up without too much of a delay. I got her clothes soaking in one of the sinks, and then after toweling her off, I warmed her caboose up for a bit for fibbing about not needing to go and for giving me so much attitude about it earlier.”
Dana snorted at that and then sighed again, wistfully.
“My goodness, you should have seen the way she was carrying on in there. You’d have thought I was taking the brush to her for swearing in church or something. But no, it was just a quick hand spanking to keep her on her toes and to remind her to behave herself for the rest of the drive.
However, since we’d already had one unexpected accident today, I decided that it would probably be better if I went ahead and put her into something a bit more… appropriate. You know, just in case.”
Positioned as she was with the back of her head resting against the soft mounds of Dana’s generous breasts, Rhen was unable to see the wink she gave the woman standing in front of her, but there was no missing the broad grin that split her grandma’s face a moment later.
“Hah!” she exclaimed, shaking with barely-restrained mirth as she threw her hands up into the air before planting them on her hips and nodding once in approval. “Dana, you’re a genius. We used to have to make stops all the time back when I’d take Rhen on road trips when she was younger. Had a couple of close calls too if memory serves. I can’t believe I never thought to just pop her in some pull-ups and be done with it. It sure would’ve saved me a whole heap of hassle if I had, that’s for sure.”
She lightly slapped her palm against her forehead as if she’d just remembered she’d left the oven on then and sighed good-naturedly.
“Oh well. Live and learn, I guess,” she said with a shrug, before once again running an appraising eye up and down her blushing granddaughter’s slim form. “Gotta say too, she sure does pull ‘em off pretty well, doesn’t she? You’d never be able to tell just by looking at her that she’s any older than thirteen or fourteen tops. Goodness me, what an adorable little girl she is.”
“You can say that again,” chuckled Dana in agreement, squeezing her girlfriend’s shoulders one more time before coaxing her to turn around so that her grandma could get a good look at her padded backside as well.
“She looks even cuter from behind, wouldn’t you say?”
“Definitely,” cawed the old woman in unabashed amusement as she reached out and gave the cheeks presented to her a friendly swat.
SLAP!
“Eep!” squeaked Rhen, the noise escaping from her pouting lips before she could stop herself as she jumped in surprise.
That managed to draw twin smiles from both of the older women.
“Awww, is someone still a little tender from her spanking?” cooed her grandma in a false-sympathy, stepping in closer and pulling back on the waistband of her granddaughter’s pull-up to take a peek at the cheeks hidden within.
Snorting in derision, she let them go with a scowl.
“Oh come now, you’re not even pink back there anymore. You’d better can the theatrics, you silly girl, before I give you something to really whine about.”
The old woman decided to punctuate her admonishment with a much more firm swat this time, but landing as it was against the padding on the younger girl’s behind, it mostly just impacted with a muted THWUP
that didn’t actually produce any noticeable sting.
It was still more than enough for Rhen to get the message loud and clear however.
Spankings were indeed very much back on the table for her as far as her grandma was concerned, and she’d need to make sure to watch her behavior around her very carefully from then on lest she end up getting reacquainted with the feel of her lap in the days to come.
On the bright side though, Rhen reasoned to herself with her hands still clamped firmly to her padded posterior, if that were the case, then that also meant that she no longer needed to worry about being on her absolute best behavior anymore either. If her grandma already knew all about how she got spanked by her partner, then there was no longer any need to try and keep her from finding out. And so, feeling empowered by the knowledge that everyone was at least on the same page and that there were no longer any embarrassing secrets to worry about hiding, Rhen curled her hands into tight little fists at her sides, stomped back around to face her grinning grandma and stuck her tongue out at her, pouting for all she was worth.
“Meanie.”
The two women just laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
“Oh lord, I’ve missed you, child.”
—
As soon as her grandma had shown the two of them up to the bedroom that she and Dana would be sharing while they were staying with her, Rhen’s old one as it so happened (though now with an extra cot set up in its middle for her partner to sleep on since her own bed was unfortunately way too small to share), the younger girl immediately set to work digging around inside the small suitcase she’d hauled up the stairs after her in search of some actual clothes she could wear below her waist.
While thankfully for the moment it was just her and the two older women in the house, her cousins and their families wouldn’t be showing up until the following morning and would only be staying the one night, Rhen was still very eager to put the whole business of her “accident” behind her just as soon as she could.
Apparently though, Dana had other plans.
“Uh-uh, I don’t think so, cutie pie,” she tut-tutted when she turned from her own unpacking and noticed what it was that Rhen was up to.
Swooping in behind her in two quick strides, she plucked a pair of moderately-frilly panties out of her hands and then seized her upper arm in a firm grip before delivering half a dozen quick swats to the backs of her bare thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Oh! Hey! Come on, Aunt Dana. What the heck?” Rhen protested, dancing from foot to foot in her auntie’s steely grip as she pouted over her shoulder at her. “We’re not driving anymore, so can’t I change out of these stupid things now?”
“No you may not, young lady. I bought an eight pack of those pull-ups, and we are not going to waste them,” Dana scolded sharply, letting go of her arm and tucking the confiscated pair of panties back into the suitcase where they’d come from. “Once you’ve shown me that you’re responsible enough to not need them anymore and have finished off the rest of the ones in the pack, then, and only then mind you, may you go back to wearing your big girl panties. Is that understood?”
“But… but…!” spluttered Rhen, looking desperately from her suitcase, down to her bare legs, and then back up at her frowning partner again. “But what if someone sees me?”
“It’s a little too late to start worrying about that now, wouldn’t you say?” her aunt asked with a snort, rolling her eyes. “Besides, your granny has already gotten a pretty good look at them, so I think it’s pretty safe to say that there’s no un-ringing that particular bell anymore, kiddo. And as for the others…”
Dana paused for a moment then and flashed the younger girl pouting in front of her a teasing half-smirk.
“I believe you already know perfectly well how to avoid having any of them find out what you’ve got on underneath your britches. Don’t you, little girl?”
As if to underscore just what she meant, she gave the padded posterior of the petulant princess in question a couple of meaningful pats and then supplied the answer for her as she slipped her hand beneath her pull-up to fondle her cheeks.
“You just have to behave yourself.”
Dana’s half-smirk widened into a full on grin then as she slid two fingers between her cheeks, teasing at what she found there and making Rhen swoon.
“Or don’t.”
Shrugging, she gave the panting sophomore a quick kiss on the cheek and then retrieved her hand from its teasing before turning back to her own unpacking.
“I don’t mind taking you to task if you end up being a little too naughty while we’re here, and I’m sure that everyone else would just love to see how cute your caboose looks in those pull-ups… right before I take them down and spank you silly.”
Humph, yeah right, grumbled Rhen to herself as her face twisted into a mortified grimace at the very notion of being spanked in front of any of her extended family. There’s no way in heck I’m going to let that happen. Just you wait and see. I’m going to be the world’s best, most perfectly-behaved little angel come tomorrow.
“Ugh, fine, whatever,” she finally harrumphed a moment later, accepting that this was likely the best deal that she was going to get and not really feeling like falling asleep in her old bedroom with a freshly-spanked rear end that night for being argumentative.
Instead she returned her full attention back to the suitcase in front of her and set about fishing for a loose-fitting skirt that would hopefully obscure even the faintest hint of padding around her hips. She’d save her jeans for tomorrow when she knew that she’d be running around and playing in the back yard, knowing that they’d do a much better job of keeping her from inadvertently flashing anything that might give away her shameful secret to anyone.
Finding a knee-length skirt that would suit her needs for the evening, she shook it out and then smiled in grim satisfaction, the wheels in her head already starting to turn as she fought to come to terms with this new predicament she suddenly found herself thrust into.
Although things could have certainly stood to be far better than they were right then, all in all they weren’t nearly so terrible as she’d initially thought they were either, she decided after mulling the issue over for a bit.
Staring off into space, she fiddled with plucking off stray bits of lint from the layered ruffles in the dark gray garment she held in her hands, feeling a tenuous sense of cautious optimism starting to swell within her as she did some quick mental arithmetic.
She only had seven pairs of pull-ups left in that stupid package her aunt had bought for her, and then she’d be free of them for good. That really wasn’t all that many in the grand scheme of things, right? How hard could it be to behave herself around any potential witnesses to a punishment for just one, measly week?
Hmmm… come to think of it, all I really have to do is watch myself around everyone else tomorrow and Friday morning. Once they’re gone, it’ll just be me, Grandma, and Aunt Dana in the house again, and they’ve both already seen me in these things, so there’s no worry about keeping them hidden from either of them. Right then… So it’ll just be the three of us Friday afternoon all the way through Saturday night, and then we drive back home on Sunday morning, so there’s nothing to really worry about there either. As far as I can tell, the only real potential chance that someone I know might see me in these freaking things is during my weekly spanking from Courtney, but I won’t be seeing her, or Abby, until Thursday, so…
Tossing her skirt down onto the mattress in front of her, Rhen took a few moments to count out the days on her fingers as a plan slowly began to coalesce in the back of her mind.
Let’s see… Monday is five, Tuesday is six, and Wednesday makes seven…
Smiling to herself, she breathed out a small sigh of relief and then discreetly pumped a fist in triumph, feeling as if she’d somehow just gotten away with something major.
Which in a very real way, she supposed she had.
Her “older sisters” could be absolutely ruthless with their teasing when they thought that she was wearing something cute or they happened to stumble upon something that made her blush. And Rhen would’ve gladly taken a week’s worth of bedtime spankings from Missus Hairbrush if it meant that neither of the two college coeds who looked after her on Thursdays would ever find out about her brief foray back into training panties.
Okay, yes. I can totally do this. I just have to be on my best behavior tomorrow, and then not push things too much around the daycare kids next week until Thursday, and then bam! I’m golden. Heh… Rhen Mathews, you sly devil.
Deciding that it might seem odd to literally try patting herself on the back just then, Rhen instead made due with nodding smugly. Half a heartbeat later however, something far more humiliating than simply having to hide some slightly-padded panties underneath her clothes suddenly sprang unbidden to her mind, and she shivered.
Wait a minute…
Looking down at what she was wearing, she gave the crinkly waistband hugging her hips an experimental tug, frowning.
How long are these things supposed to last for again? Surely she’s not expecting me to…
Face heating up considerably, she shook her head to clear it of the horrifying mental images that her line of thinking had started to conjure, before twisting half-around toward her auntie to regard her with a worried look.
“Um, say… Aunt Dana?”
“Yes dear?”
Her partner looked up from her suitcase, fixing her in place with a slight upward quirk of her right eyebrow.
“You’re uh… you’re not expecting me to actually, you know…”
Pausing for a moment, Rhen waved her hand vaguely in front of her as if it could somehow pluck the right words out of the air for her.
“Use these things by any chance, um… are you?”
She let the question hang in the air then, gesturing down toward her hips with one hand and hoping that the scarlet blush sizzling her cheeks at that moment would be enough to convey what it was that she meant without her actually having to say anything more.
“No dear, they’re just a precaution for in case you have another accident,” clarified Dana with a twinkle of wry mirth in her dark eyes. “But if you’d really prefer something like that, I’m sure I could find some diapers that fit you the next time I’m out shopping…”
“No thanks, that’s fine!” squeaked Rhen as she hastened to assure the older woman that that would most definitely not be necessary, furiously waving her hands in front of her in an attempt to chase away the idea before it could take root.
“Okay then…” replied her auntie a little too slowly, drawing out the words and pretending to sound like she wasn’t entirely convinced as she leveled another teasing smirk at her.
She let the idea play out in the younger girl’s mind for a few more mortifying moments, before finally flopping the cover on her suitcase closed and moving around her cot to drape an affectionate arm around her shoulders, turning to guide her out of the mildly-cramped bedroom.
“Come on, kiddo. Let’s go see what your granny is up to, shall we?
I think I smell dinner cooking.”
Jerking out of her worried reverie, Rhen sniffed the air once and then gasped in delight, face breaking out into a sudden, luminescent smile.
“Oh my god, you’re right!” she squealed. “She’s making her homemade Sloppy Joes. Oh heck yes. Let’s go!”
Not sticking around long enough to see if the older woman was actually going to follow after her or not, the eager brat sped out of the room, completely forgetting about the skirt she’d left abandoned on top of her suitcase or the fact that she was running around in just a long-sleeve shirt and a pull-up just then.
“Huh. Well then…”
Shrugging to herself and quickly tidying up the mess of crumpled clothes and charging cables that her girlfriend had already managed to make of her side of their bedroom, Dana shoved her hands into her pockets and followed after her at an easy pace, whistling to herself as she went.
Somehow she got the distinct impression that it was going to continue to be a very fun holiday break for her and her favorite sassy sophomore. Though at the rate things were going, she suspected that Rhen probably wouldn’t be sitting so comfortably on their return drive home by the time it was finally over.
“Oh well… she knows how to avoid that,” Dana sighed. “We’ll just have to see if that girl can stay out of trouble for more than a few hours at a time while we’re here.”
Saying it out loud, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she snorted.
“Yeah, and maybe pigs will learn to fly.”
