“Night, Gran-Gran, love you.”
“Love you too, sweet pea. Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Padding her way out of her grandma’s master bedroom some fifteen or so minutes later, having just finished enduring a mouth scrubbing that she wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon while she stood there in her birthday suit before being dressed once more like a small child in her sky blue pajamas and a fresh pull-up by the same old woman who’d raised her since she actually was a small child, Rhen began to slowly make her way down the first floor’s main hallway in search of her auntie and the spanking that she knew she still had coming.
Ugh. Yuck…
It took a lot of willpower to resist spitting onto the floorboards just then, but somehow she managed not to, and with another huff she forced herself to swallow her mouthful of slightly sudsy saliva.
How can something that smells so nice taste so gosh darn awful?
It’s freaking witchcraft, I say.
Scraping the top of her tongue across the underside of her two front teeth, Rhen scowled and then decided to veer off toward the kitchen in search of something that would hopefully help mask the residual taste of soap still clinging stubbornly to the insides of her cheeks and along her gums.
Spanking or no, I have got to do something about this mouth feel, she reasoned to herself, doing her best to ignore the frisson of excitement that such rebellion stirred in her lower abdomen. Aunt Dana can wait just a little bit longer… probably.
Despite having been out of practice for nearly a decade now, her grandma had nevertheless demonstrated that she was still more than capable of delivering a world-class mouth soaping when she put her mind to it. And worse still, after she’d finished scrubbing Rhen’s tongue and teeth raw, she’d set the bar of soap she’d used aside with a dire warning that it would still be there waiting for her should she need a refresher course on telling the truth in the days to come.
Rhen had done her absolute best to make it crystal clear that that would not be necessary.
Shivering, the grouchy girl swallowed hard and winced at the bitter taste that doing so elicited as she tiptoed along the quiet hall. The whole experience had been so unpleasant that she was now seriously considering taking up a vow of silence for the rest of the weekend, just to be on the safe side.
Hah. Yeah right.
Despite the twinge of worried panic that even so much as thinking about that evil, evil bar of red soap produced, Rhen knew that sassing was far too easy (and fun) for her to ever give it up. And so she dismissed the idea out of hand in favor of just grumbling about how unfair it all was that she’d gotten in trouble in the first place while she was still well out of earshot of anybody who might be inclined to swat her for expressing such opinions out loud.
Totally not dragging her feet at all in the slightest just because she knew she still had a spanking from Dana to get through before her slate would finally be wiped clean for her earlier bad behavior, the anxious girl who’d been so thoroughly thrust back into her adolescence set about making herself a snack.
Better late than never, right?
She knew that she was just putting off the inevitable as she flipped on the overhead lights in the kitchen and started digging around inside the refrigerator, but she just couldn’t help herself. What was the point of being treated like a naughty thirteen-year-old all the time if you couldn’t at least indulge yourself in a little bit of petulant procrastination every now and then? Besides, she was already going to get her bare bottom spanked silly before she turned in for the night anyway, so what was the harm in an extra bit of brattiness before she had to face the music?
It’s a good thing we left Missus Hairbrush back at home, she thought to herself with a wry smirk. Somehow I doubt that she’d be too happy with my behavior today.
After downing a sizable slice of chocolate pie and two tall glasses of ice cold milk, Rhen loosed a resigned sigh and then harrumphed.
Oh well, I guess I might as well get this over with…
“Or not,” she murmured aloud after giving the matter a bit more thought, idly sucking a stray bit of whipped cream from the tip of a finger.
“After all, it would be awfully rude of me not to clean up this mess I just made…”
And so, moving with deliberate care and slowness, she went about killing a bit more time by dumping her dirty dishes into the sink with a clatter before rinsing, scrubbing, and then drying them off by hand. Just to be an obedient and tidy girl, of course. And then at long last, when there was no longer anything left that she could reasonably justify distracting herself with, she reluctantly began making her way back toward the living room of the old farm house where she’d been told her partner would be waiting for her.
True to her grandma’s word, there she found Dana and Maureen standing off to one side near the dusty old TV, casually chatting and laughing with one other while working their way through the remainder of the bottle of wine they’d opened at dinner, clearly enjoying the peace and quiet that had descended upon the nervous girl’s childhood home now that the kids had been settled down for the night.
Well, all of them except for Rhen, that is.
At least the peanut gallery is in bed already, the sassy sophomore tried to tell herself with a brittle upward tilt of her lips that didn’t do much to quell the swarm of butterflies that stirred to life inside her stomach the moment she locked gazes with her auntie and saw the twinkling promise of a very sore bottom dancing in her dark eyes.
“Uh… Hi, Aunt Dana,” she greeted tentatively, approaching the two older women but deliberately remaining just outside of grabbing distance in case her partner too felt like she needed to set the mood with a sudden flurry of sharp swats before they got into her actual punishment.
Dana didn’t seem particularly upset or angry right then, but after the appetizer she’d gotten from her grandma in the bathroom before her mouth soaping, Rhen was hardly in the mood to rush headlong toward the main course if she could at all help it.
“Well, hey there, cutie pie. You all finished up with chatting with your granny?” asked Dana in the same tone of voice that she used whenever Rhen had just gotten home from school, beaming fondly down at her as she turned away from her discussion with Maureen.
“Uh-huh,” smirked the younger girl sheepishly. “I guess you could say that.”
“Good, good. How about you show me those chompers then?”
“Uh, okay…”
Shrugging, Rhen tilted her head back and flashed the other woman the biggest smile that she could muster under the circumstances.
“Hah. I see someone decided to stop off for some pie on her way here,” teased Dana, playfully rapping the end of her nose with a forefinger after she’d closed her mouth with a pout. “Chocolate, right?”
“Yeah…” admitted Rhen, looking only slightly guilty.
As far as she was concerned, her little detour had well been worth the risk of a more severe punishment.
After the awful bitterness of her grandma’s soap, that pie had tasted absolutely heavenly.
“Somehow I thought that might be your go to after munching on some soap,” snickered her aunt, sweeping in beside her and wrapping an affectionate arm around her shoulders. “So then, are you ready for your trip across my lap before you hop aboard the Beddy-Bye Express?”
“I guess so…” grumbled Rhen, her face taking on a shade of red similar to that of the bar of soap her grandma had just finished using on her as she allowed herself to be steered toward the antique and somewhat sagging couch at the other end of the room.
However, before they’d taken more than a few steps, they were held back by a tentative voice calling out after them.
“Um… Say, Dana… would it be alright with you if I stuck around to watch how you deal with her?” asked an abashed Maureen, gesturing vaguely toward Rhen and looking very unsure of herself just then.
“Well, of course it’s alright with me! The more the merrier, I say,”
answered Rhen’s partner readily, waving the other woman over to come join them as she took a seat in the middle of the couch. “Come on over here and find yourself a good spot where you can see all the action. You’re not going to want to miss this. Rhen gets to be just about the cutest thing you ever did see once she starts kicking up a storm over my knee.”
“Oh! Well, um… thank you,” squeaked out the other woman in obvious relief, tension visibly easing from her shoulders as she scurried over to hover beside the armchair that Rhen had been napping in only a few hours earlier. “I was actually hoping to see how it was that you, um…
you know, how you… handled doing all of this.”
Again, she gestured vaguely with her right hand as she spoke, taking in Dana’s waiting lap and the blushing girl standing just in front of it; twisting a stray lock of her inky black hair around a finger as she chewed nervously on her lower lip.
Seeming to summon up all of her courage with a grimace, Maureen forced herself to press on.
“I mean, I know that Rhen’s not, you know… actually a child, but you see, Brian and I have been talking a lot recently about maybe switching over to spanking for our girls since all grounding them ever seems to accomplish is to make them grumpier and us miserable,” she began to explain, fidgeting awkwardly with one of the sleeves on her blouse.
“Tell me about it,” commiserated Dana with a tight smirk and a knowing roll of her eyes that seemed to set the other woman more at ease.
“A sore bottom definitely tends to get the message across a lot more effectively, I’ve found.”
“Yes, exactly! That’s what I was hoping I’d hear you say,” replied Maureen excitedly. “As far as I can tell, it seems like the right move for our girls as well, especially after how I’ve seen you and Melinda handling Rhen today.”
At that, both women turned their attention briefly toward the scowling sophomore just long enough to confirm that she was indeed still pouting, but nevertheless standing obediently awaiting her well-deserved spanking.
“Humph!” Rhen huffed, if for no other reason than to vent some of the anxious anticipation roiling around inside of her stomach.
“Be patient, cutie pie, we’ll get to you in just a minute, I promise,”
teased Dana, before turning her attention back toward the woman standing beside her. “Please, go on.”
Clearing her throat, Maureen blushed ever so slightly.
“Well, you see… the thing is that while I think that spanking is the right call for my girls, I’ve still been hesitant to actually try disciplining any of them that way since I’ve never actually, you know… spanked anyone before.”
She shrugged then, flashing Dana an embarrassed half-grin before pressing on.
“Truth be told, I’m not really even sure where to begin in the first place, and I didn’t want to just throw caution to the wind and see what happens either in case I end up screwing things up so badly that it completely ruins my image as ‘Mommy the Authority Figure’, you know?”
“Oh, absolutely,” nodded Dana, her face breaking out into an even wider grin as she beckoned the other woman a bit closer. “But don’t you worry, hon. Spanking a naughty girl, of any age, is actually a lot easier than you might think it is once you get the hang of it. I know it might seem really daunting at first, but trust me when I say that once you’ve gotten some practice under your belt, you’ll have those little darlings of yours thinking twice about being bratty in no time.”
“Thank goodness,” sighed Maureen, clearly more than a little relieved to hear that her concerns weren’t as monumental as she’d originally feared they were. “That’s very reassuring to hear.”
“Of course, of course,” dismissed Dana with a nonchalant wave of her hand, before frowning. “Hmmm… in fact…”
Pausing for a moment or two, she tapped a thoughtful forefinger against the side of her cheek, staring off into space and appearing to be mulling something over before she suddenly sprang back to her feet and turned to gesture at the seat she’d just abandoned in the middle of the couch.
“Why don’t you spank Rhen tonight, and I’ll coach you through it?”
“What?” squeaked her petite girlfriend, stomach plummeting to her ankles as she whipped her head back and forth between the two women in stunned disbelief. “Aunt Dana, no, you cannot be serious.”
“Hush, dear,” chided her partner, brushing away her protests with another casual wave while she kept her attention locked on Maureen with a sly grin. “So what do you say, Maureen? Think you’re up for it?”
“Uh… I think so, yes… But are you really sure that you don’t mind?” asked the other woman tentatively, taking half a step forward even as she cast a sidelong glance toward the glowering college sophomore turned teenager just beside her.
“Of course I don’t mind!” boomed Dana with a boisterous laugh.
“You’d hardly be the first person other than me to have taken her over your knee since I started looking after her, and I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes before you try springing them on your own kiddos.”
Hearing that, Maureen’s face lit up with an eager smile.
“Well, in that case, count me in!”
“Great! Now you just sit right here,” Dana leaned over and patted the spot she’d just abandoned on the couch and nodded invitingly. “And we’ll get started.”
“Oh, come on!” protested Rhen, stomping a foot as she glared at her auntie and them Maureen while they moved to take their places. “Don’t I at least get a say in this?”
“No,” they both said in unison, before snorting in amusement.
“Ugh, whatever.”
Folding her arms in front of the happy, pastel rainbow emblazoned across the minimal chest of her pajama top with a huff, Rhen rolled her eyes and tried not to let on just how embarrassed (not to mention knee-wobblingly excited) the idea of her cousin’s wife spanking her made her feel.
I mean… I guess I’m just another little kid in the family and all that as far as she’s concerned, but still… Humph!
“Alright now, first thing’s first,” declared the bratty girl’s partner with an eager clap of her hands once she’d finished swapping places with Maureen on the couch, hovering just off to her right and grinning excitedly. “Once you’ve decided that it’s spanking time, you need to make sure that it’s very clear that your decision is final. There will be no more second chances, and no delays. When Mommy says that it’s time for someone to take a trip across her knee, that’s the end of the discussion.
Make sense so far?”
“Uh-huh,” nodded Maureen, licking her lips nervously.
“Consistency is key in these sorts of things, right?”
“Exactly,” agreed Dana, her grin growing even wider. “So then, once it’s time for a bottom blistering to actually happen, the first thing you’ll want to do is tell that naughty miss you’re about to spank in no uncertain terms to get her little butt over to you right away. If you can pull this part off just right, you shouldn’t ever have to repeat yourself more than once, or have to go chasing after your little darlings to make them take their medicine. But remember though…”
At that Dana held up a warning forefinger and her grin turned grave and serious.
“You’re aiming for commanding and in control, not angry and terrifying. You got that?”
“Got it,” confirmed the other woman, looking just as serious.
“Good,” nodded Dana, lightening up again. “Now then, why don’t you give it a shot with Rhen here? Show me your best ‘Come to Mommy’
voice.”
“R… Right!”
Screwing her face up into a mask of grim determination, Maureen turned a fiery glare on the younger girl awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of her pajama top only a few steps away from her and jabbed a painted fingernail down toward a spot of carpet just in front of her bare feet.
“Young lady, you get over here this instant!”
Despite knowing that she was (mostly) just practicing, Rhen still couldn’t help but let out an involuntary squeak as her stomach lurched and her feet scrambled to obey automatically.
“Eep! Yes ma’am!”
Oh crap.
Swallowing hard, she barely managed to suppress a shiver as she came to a sudden stop only a few inches away from her would-be spanker’s knees.
I think she just might be a natural at this…
“Well done, Maureen,” exclaimed Dana, clapping the other woman on the shoulder with a surprised, but happy, laugh. “That was perfect.”
“Oh! Um, well, uh… thank you,” answered a bashful Maureen a moment later, blushing a bit and looking more than a little shocked that her command had been so effective.
Watching her little niece (because despite her age and the way their family tree was actually laid out, she just couldn’t help but think of her as anything else), standing there squirming in front of her, waiting obediently to be hauled across her lap for a good, hard spanking, she smirked.
“Heh. You know, I’ve got say that this is rather fun.”
“Isn’t it though?” agreed Dana with a knowing twinkle in her eye as she spared an amused glance toward her girlfriend who was busy cupping the seat of her pajama bottoms, looking worried. “There’s nothing quite like the feeling of satisfaction that comes from putting a bratty little girl in her place, is there? Especially when she’s so cute.”
She heaved out a contented little sigh at that and then winked at
Maureen before getting back to business.
“Now then, are you ready to move on to the next part?”
“Definitely,” confirmed the other woman with a keen nod, her confidence growing by the moment.
“Great. In that case, let’s talk about clothing. Now you can spank a naughty girl over her panties if you really want to, but personally I only ever like to do that when I’m in a rush or need to just deliver a quick attitude adjustment. When it comes to actual punishment spankings, like the one you’re about to give Rhen, you always want to stick to working with a bare bottom.”
“Really?” questioned Maureen. “Why’s that? Wouldn’t a spanking over her panties be just about the same as one on her bare bottom?”
Pausing for a brief moment, she eyed Rhen’s slightly-padded hips and then added with a wry smirk.
“Well, most of the time, I mean.”
“Technically, yes,” conceded Dana, smirking too at her niece’s adorable choice in underwear. “But there are a few very key differences that make spanking a bratty girl directly on her bare bottom the far superior choice in my opinion.”
Holding up a hand, she began ticking off points on her fingers.
“Hmmm, let’s see… First of all, it creates a very important headspace that lets the naughty girl in question fully grasp that she’s being punished and not just taken to task briefly because you didn’t like her tone or something like that. Second, it’s always nice and embarrassing, especially for older girls, to be stripped below the waist like a child. That alone can really help further enhance their punishment without you having to do anything more than yank their undies down for them.”
She grinned briefly at that, sharing another knowing look with her student.
“But more to the point, spanking on a bare bottom undoubtedly packs more of a sting, and not just emotionally, since there’s nothing standing in the way between the naughty girl’s cheeks and your palm or implement. Moreover, spanking on a bare tush allows you to see exactly where you’re swatting, as well as the spots that you might be neglecting as the case may be, and gives you a much clearer idea of how effective your individual spanks are at getting your point across. Plus not having any clothes in the way while you’re working also helps highlight the spots where you might need to focus more on, as well as the ones that you might be going a little too hard on. Which honestly, is even more important in the long run.”
Sweeping her palm to the side and beaming, Dana concluded by saying.
“In essence, spanking on a bare bottom not only humbles a naughty girl, but also gives you the best possible vantage point to make sure that you’re delivering exactly the kind of punishment that she needs. Not too soft, but never overly harsh either. Understand?”
“Hmmm… I think so…” murmured Maureen thoughtfully, dragging out the words as she attempted to digest everything that she’d just been told while she frowned at her lap.
Then, a moment later, she looked up at her mentor and smiled.
“Yes. Yes, actually, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you for explaining that so thoroughly for me, Dana. I never would have thought of even half of those things before you mentioned them, and I’m glad that you were able to set me straight before I could make a mistake I might regret.”
“No problem, hon. Going bare for punishments is definitely one of those things that you either have to just learn through experience, or be lucky enough to have someone explain to you,” shrugged Dana with a wistful smirk. “It took me a good couple of years of trial and error before I finally managed to figure that one out for myself, actually. So I’m glad that I’m able to help you sidestep that.”
Then, grinning mischievously she added.
“Plus now you’ll get to see how Rhen’s face just about bursts into flames every time she has her panties pulled down for a spanking. It’s so darn adorable, I almost can’t stand it.”
“Oh, you can’t?” mumbled Rhen with a disgruntled huff and a roll of her eyes, going completely ignored in spite of her sass.
“Awww, that’s so cute,” cooed Maureen, eyeing the blushing girl in front of her with a tender smile tinged with just a hint of something more predatory. “I’m definitely looking forward to that.”
“Hehe, me too,” giggled Dana, plucking her wine glass up from where she’d left it on a side table and taking a long sip. “It’s honestly one of my favorite parts of punishing her. Plus it never fails to make her super we-“
“Aunt Dana!” interrupted Rhen with an indignant squeak before her partner could elaborate further on how her punishments tended to affect her body, glaring daggers at the two slightly wine-drunk women who were toying with her. “Don’t you think that maybe you’re starting to get a little off topic?”
“Hmmm… I suppose maybe just a bit,” conceded the older woman, completely unfazed by her girlfriend’s embarrassment as she took her time swallowing the remainder of her drink before planting her hands on her hips and clearing her throat.
“Ahem. Now then, why don’t you go ahead and pull Little Miss Rhen’s jammy bottoms down for her, Maureen, and we’ll get on to the next part of our lesson?”
“Oh, are you sure that’s alright?” double-checked Maureen, sounding slightly worried. “Isn’t she a little too old for me to be doing that for her? Wouldn’t it be better if she just undressed herself instead?”
I think it would be “better” if I didn’t have to get undressed at all in the first place, thought Rhen sourly, wisely choosing to keep that particular bit of sass locked up tight in her head.
“Of course not,” snickered Dana, patting the other woman reassuringly on the shoulder and rolling her eyes. “If she was willing to act like a naughty little girl and earn a spanking in the first place, then she can most certainly take her punishment like one as well. Besides, Rhen technically being a ‘big girl’ just means that you baring her bottom before you turn her over your knee for a spanking will be all the more embarrassing and effective as a punishment for her. Isn’t that right, cutie pie?”
Rhen felt her stomach flip-flop at having the question directed at her, but as much as she might have wanted to deny it, she just couldn’t bring herself to fib again. Especially not with the taste of soap still fresh in her mind.
So she didn’t.
“Yes ma’am,” she harrumphed, face glowing a hot shade of crimson as she crossed her arms in front of her with a surly pout.
“See, what’d I tell you?” pressed Dana with a fresh smirk, reaching out to ruffle her not-niece’s hair. “Her jammies haven’t even come down yet and she’s already been reduced to a bashful little brat who’s clearly knee-deep in regrets about her bad behavior. Aren’t you, hon?”
Again, Rhen wanted to deny it, but her auntie had pretty much hit the nail right on the head. She was indeed very much wishing right then that she’d just sucked it up and went along with everyone else to the Trail of Lights without trying to pretend that she’d been sick.
“I guess so…”
“Perfect.”
Turning her full attention back to Maureen, her partner went on.
“But to answer your other question: Yes, sometimes it is better to have the girl about to be spanked undress herself. Like again for instance, if you’re in a hurry and just want to make a quick attitude adjustment, there’s nothing wrong with having your daughters just drop their jeans or flip up the backs of their skirts for you. But generally speaking, I think it really helps set the right tone if you as the spanker do it for them, especially for formal punishment spankings.”
“Ahhh, gotcha.”
Nodding once again, Maureen fixed her face back into its earlier mask of grim determination, making the butterflies inside of Rhen’s stomach go wild with worry.
“Alright, little lady, you heard your Auntie Dana. These are coming down.”
Suiting actions to words, she leaned forward and pulled free the loose knot that had been tied with the drawstrings holding up the younger girl’s fluffy-cloud-covered pajama bottoms. She then took hold of their stretchy, elastic waistband on either side of her hips and gave them a sharp tug that sent them sailing down to her ankles in one fell swoop.
“Oh god,” groaned Rhen, her face flaring up with another flash of heat as she felt the cool living room air rush in to tickle the backs of her exposed thighs.
I guess this is really happening after all, she moaned silently, forcing herself to keep her eyes fixed squarely on a spot of wall just above Maureen’s dark brown hair while her hands fidgeted nervously at her sides.
“Awww, what’s the matter, honeybunch?” cooed the woman in front of her, leaning back against the couch she was sitting on and grinning smugly. “Not feeling so big and clever now that you’re about to go over Auntie Maureen’s knee for being a naughty little fibber?”
Rather than say no and risk further teasing questions, Rhen just harrumphed.
“You know I am.”
“Excuse me?” demanded Dana then, raising a single eyebrow in silent warning.
“Eep!” squeaked Rhen in response to that, hastening to correct herself. “I mean, yes ma’am!”
“Well, good,” sniffed Maureen, clearly pleased with the sudden upswing in politeness from her niece but not quite willing to let the flustered girl off the hook just yet.
“Big girls who act like little brats ought to feel embarrassed when they’re being punished,” she scolded, even trying out wagging an admonishing forefinger at Rhen before looking over toward Dana to check how she was doing.
“That’s right,” agreed the other woman, folding her arms and grinning from ear to ear. “See, Maureen? You’re a natural! So many people overlook how important it is to take your time to scold and lecture during a punishment spanking, but look at you! You’re doing it without even thinking about it. Great job!”
“Oh, well, um… thanks,” replied a suddenly bashful Maureen, her own cheeks coloring ever so slightly from the praise.
“Ahem.”
Seemingly as if to distract herself from her nerves, or maybe just to reassert her stern matriarch persona once again, she cleared her throat and turned her focus back on Rhen, smiling tightly at her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.
“Boy oh boy, Dana, there really is just no getting around how adorable she looks in these things, is there?”
Gesturing at the Snow White pull-up secured in place around Rhen’s hips, she chuckled.
“Yes,” agreed the other woman with a wistful sigh, before turning a similar smile on the younger girl as she purred. “Like I was telling you this morning, I hadn’t really planned on putting her into pull-ups back when she agreed to come live with me last summer…”
Rhen’s frown deepened incredulously at hearing that, and she let out a disbelieving harrumph.
“Well, not for any extended period of time, at any rate,” Dana amended with a wink at her pouting girlfriend. “But they really are just too cute when paired with her jammies, aren’t they?”
“Absolutely,” confirmed Maureen with a fervent nod as she snickered. “I guess you could say that her wetting her pants yesterday while y’all were driving ended up being a happy accident after all, huh?”
“Hah!” snorted Dana, cracking up and laughing hard for several long moments before finally managing to get herself back under control, wiping away a tear from her eye. “How did I not think of that earlier?
‘Happy accident’, oh dear, that’s hilarious, Maureen.”
“Yeah, yeah… hardy-har-har,” groused Rhen, tossing her loose hair over a shoulder with a disgruntled shake of her head. “Just remember that this is only a onetime thing until we’re done with that pack you bought Aunt Dana. So don’t get used to them or anything!”
“Oh, is that so?” prompted her partner with an arched brow, still chuckling.
She was smiling, but the way she’d purred the question had Rhen’s knees suddenly feeling like jelly and her very grateful that she was wearing something absorbent as her bladder threatened to betray her again.
Still though, it wasn’t like she could back down now.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess…
“Yeah,” she sniffed, putting all of her considerable sass into that single word as she planted her hands on her hips and tossed her hair again for good measure. “Humph!”
“I see her attitude just about matches her undies,” commented Maureen dryly, stern disapproval sobering much of her earlier mirth.
“Yes…” agreed Dana with a pensive frown of her own. “That it does.”
They continued to let the bratty not-teenager stand there stewing in her own petulance for several more excruciatingly long moments, watching as her glowering and grumbling gradually gave way to anxiety and uncertainty as her momentary burst of sass-fueled defiance sputtered out under the combined weight of the two women’s withering glares.
Finally though, Dana cleared her throat, breaking the tension as she spoke up again.
“Hmmm… You know what? I think you might’ve just given me an idea, Maureen.”
“Oh really?” asked the other woman, looking bemused. “And what’s that?”
Leaning in and leveling a single, commanding forefinger at her girlfriend, Dana bored a hard stare into the younger girl’s sparkling green eyes that made it crystal clear that what she was about to say was not up for debate.
“Since you seem to be having such a hard time behaving yourself, cutie pie, even when you’re standing there with your jammies around your ankles and about to be turned over someone’s knee for a good, hard spanking, we’re just going to have to up the ante a little bit and see if that can’t help straighten your attitude out.”
Uh-oh… I don’t think I like where this is headed, thought Rhen to herself with a worried grimace, feeling her stomach perform several flip-flops in a row. Dang it. Why didn’t I just keep my big mouth shut?
As if reading her mind, Dana’s lips quirked upward just enough to show that she meant business and knew exactly how much her girlfriend was going to hate what she had in store for her. While at the same time keeping her eyes soft enough to show that she wasn’t actually trying to be cruel, but rather was just providing her with an extra dose of the tough love that she knew she craved and responded to so well.
“From now on, I think we’re going to make pull-ups an official part of your bedtime attire. Which means that when I tell you to go put on your jammies, I’ll be expecting to find you wearing one of those underneath them as well. You got that, little girl?”
“Wha-!” Rhen began to splutter indignantly, being cut short before she could really get a good tantrum going by a sharply upraised hand from her aunt that forestalled any further complaining just then.
“They fit you perfectly, and we’ve got plenty of them back at home that are just sitting there collecting dust under the sink in your bathroom, so we might as well put them to use. And besides, I think it’ll do you a world of good to start your mornings off by eating breakfast on a padded caboose. It’ll help you remember to act your age throughout the rest of the day.”
Grinning from ear to ear at the dumbfounded look of horror that this announcement had produced in her adorably obstinate niece, Dana couldn’t resist adding.
“Not to mention the added benefit of not having to worry about you wetting the bed anymore.”
At that insinuation, Rhen’s cheeks puffed out indignantly and she looked like she was about to explode with mortified outrage, but her auntie’s smile turned placating then and she waved her down.
“Easy there, cutie pie, no need to bust out the big frowns now,” she soothed with a low laugh. “I’m just teasing you a little bit. I know that you haven’t actually done that before. But then again, you hadn’t ever wet your pants with me before yesterday either. So, you can never be too careful, right? Plus, like I already told you, you’re as cute as a button when you’re wearing a pull-up, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s practically reason enough all on its own.”
“You won’t get any arguments from me on that account,” chimed in Maureen with a sly smile. “And I can’t tell you too how much it would mean to Melody to know that she’s not the only one who has to swap out of her panties every night when it’s time for bed. I don’t know if you were able to pick up on it or not at all today, but she actually looks up to you quite a bit, Rhen.”
Rhen hadn’t known that actually, and the knowledge that one of her cousin’s kids thought that she was still someone to admire even after no doubt overhearing her humiliating temperature taking and figging earlier that night, took most of the edge off of her indignation.
“She does?”
“That’s right,” confirmed Maureen with a broad grin that suddenly turned playful. “Although I really do wish you’d set a better example for her.”
“Oh, uh…” murmured a once again flustered Rhen, blushing and looking ashamedly down at the crumpled heap of her pajama bottoms around her ankles. “Sorry, Aunt Maureen.”
“That’s okay, dear. I forgive you.”
To her own chagrin, Rhen actually sighed with relief upon hearing that.
Geez. I really am just a bratty little teenager at heart, aren’t I?
“Oh honey, I am so proud to see you taking responsibility for your behavior,” cooed Dana with a twinkle in her eye, moving half a step closer to ruffle her hair before returning to Maureen’s side and planting her hands on her hips with a brisk air of finality. “But I feel like we’re getting a bit off topic now.”
Oh now you think we’re getting off topic? thought Rhen with an internal roll of her eyes. How convenient.
As if picking up on her silent sassing, Dana leveled a hard frown at her that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“We’re here for a spanking after all, not to discuss how cute you look in your jammies. So, Maureen,” she paused to nod encouragingly at her student. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish pulling down those pretty pink padded panties for Little Miss Rhen here, and then take her across your knee so that we don’t keep her up all night?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” agreed the other woman, scooting toward the edge of her seat and leaning forward again.
She quickly sent the furiously blushing sophomore’s pull-up south to join her pajama bottoms around her ankles and then casually patted the tops of her thighs.
“Alrighty, honeybunch, come here and show me how you lay over Dana’s lap when she spanks you.”
“Humph! Fine…”
Still a bit miffed and more than a little grumpy about her sudden bedtime wardrobe adjustment, Rhen nevertheless did as she was told, managing to somehow half-shuffle half-stomp her way over to Maureen’s right side despite the clothes still bunched up around her ankles. Blowing out a resigned sigh through her nostrils, she then levered herself awkwardly up onto the couch cushions beside her and shuffled forward on her knees a bit, before stretching herself out across the older woman’s waiting lap.
She then spent another couple of stomach-clenchingly embarrassing moments after that wriggling her bare bottom around from side to side as she fought to get comfortable, eventually shifting her knees forward and positioning her naked hips directly atop Maureen’s firm thighs, before grabbing a throw pillow from the far end of the couch and burying her burning face into it as she at last settled down to await her punishment.
“I’m ready now, ma’am…”
“Heh. I can see that, darling.”
“Yeah, I freaking bet you can,” harrumphed Rhen into her pillow with a self-pitying pout.
Maureen just ignored her however, rolling her eyes with a barely-suppressed chuckle.
“Ahhh, this is nice,” she cooed instead, giving the bare cheeks presented to her a couple of tentative rubs and then a more confident pat when Dana nodded encouragingly at her to keep going.
“Yes, over the knee is definitely my favorite position to spank a naughty set of buns in,” agreed Rhen’s auntie, reaching down and giving her girlfriend’s right sit-spot a quick tickle that sent her squirming. “Plus it gives you easy access to all the ticklish spots.”
“You don’t say?” laughed Maureen, following her mentor’s example and gently wriggling her fingertips along the pudgy undercurve of Rhen’s left cheek, producing much the same result. “Hah! I think I see what you meant about her being extra-cute once she starts squirming over your lap.”
“Told you,” snickered Dana, before giving the giggling girl a couple of light pats and straightening up, once again switching back to being all business as she planted her hands on her hips and frowned down at her disobedient niece. “Now then, are you ready for your punishment, little girl?”
“Ugh. You’d think that would be readily apparent by now,”
grumbled Rhen against her pillow, wiggling her hips sassily to emphasize her point before heaving out another put-upon sigh and looking up sullenly. “Yes ma’am.”
Rather than immediately start swatting away like her partner typically did at that particular point in her punishments however, Maureen instead just let her answer continue to hover awkwardly in the air for several more moments, until she at last broke the silence by asking.
“So, um…. Now what do I do?”
“Now you start spanking,” replied Dana matter-of-factly, miming smacking a bottom and flashing her an encouraging smile. “Go on, just jump into it and show me what you’ve got. I’ll stop you if I see something you need to change.”
“Oh, okay.”
Maureen laughed nervously to herself and sat up a little bit straighter then, frowning in concentration.
“I can do that… I think.”
Taking a long, slow, deep breath, she began tentatively slapping the naked cheeks stretched out across her lap.
Pop… Pop… POP…
“No, no, no, you’re going to have to spank a lot harder than that if you ever plan on getting through to her,” interrupted Dana after only a few weak slaps, shaking her head and holding up a hand to stop her student.
“See how she’s barely even responding?”
Leaning in, she then swatted her niece’s upturned bare bottom, hard.
SMACK!
“Oh!” squeaked Rhen, drumming her feet animatedly against the couch cushions behind her as her lips formed a surprised, little O.
“Now that’s the kind of reaction you’re looking for,” declared the older woman with a self-satisfied smirk.
“I see…” replied Maureen slowly, nodding thoughtfully at the bright pink handprint that Dana had just left behind on the younger girl’s right cheek.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it soon, I’m sure,” she encouraged. “Come on now, keep going. Try again.”
“Right!”
Squaring her shoulders, the novice spanker started once again bouncing her palm against Rhen’s naked rump with gusto, moving in a herky-jerky fashion and grunting with the effort of each swat as she pulled her hand up high overhead before slamming it back down with seemingly as much force as she could muster.
POP! POP! POP!
“Take this, and this, and this you naughty girl!” she huffed and puffed.
POP! POP! POP!
Still though, despite demonstrating a slight improvement from her first attempts at dishing out discipline, Maureen’s smacks continued to fail to elicit much more than a perfunctory grimace and the occasional slightly uncomfortable shift from Rhen with their impacts.
I think I see now why she was so worried about ruining her reputation as a disciplinarian with her kids, thought the bratty sophomore to herself with a silent snicker. I’d be running riot over her in no time if this was all I had to worry about.
“Not bad,” interrupted Dana again after spending a few more moments observing the other woman’s efforts, before reaching out and gently touching Maureen on the shoulder to get her to pause. “You’re doing better, but your technique still needs some work. Here, let me show you a couple of things…”
Stepping around from her perch at the other woman’s shoulder, she squatted down onto her heels just in front of her and then began to slowly guide her through the basic motions of delivering a properly punishing spank.
“See, you’ve got the basic idea right, but you’re tensing up way too much when you start bringing your hand down. It’s robbing your swats of all their power. What you need to do instead is keep your shoulders nice and loose the whole way through your downswing and focus on aiming for speed, not power,” she explained while demonstrating just what she meant by bringing her own palm down in a fluid arc that landed gently against Rhen’s right cheek, making it jiggle. “If you do that, then the strength will come naturally as a result.”
“Hmmm… So like this?” asked Maureen, visibly relaxing as she adjusted her movements to match those of her mentor, gently slapping her palm against Rhen’s left cheek in time with the girl’s partner.
“Exactly,” confirmed Dana. “But make sure you remember to keep your hand rigid and your fingers straight and together too. No, no, don’t cup your palm, that’ll just make a lot of noise without actually accomplishing anything. Keep it flat like this… There you go!”
“Heh. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” chuckled Maureen, brows knitting together in concentration as she worked to incorporate everything she’d just been told into her own spanking technique.
After copying her mentor’s slow motion example a couple more times, she then brought her palm sizzling down at full force without any warning.
SLAP!
“Ah!”
“Yes, that’s it!” cheered Dana. “Your technique on that last swat was perfect. The only thing you need to work on now is remembering to follow through.”
“What do you mean?” asked Maureen, frowning slightly at the far less vivid handprint her smack had left behind before starting to practice moving her palm up and down again, sending small ripples jiggling through Rhen’s bare bottom with each experimental pat.
“You stopped short,” elaborated the girl’s aunt, using her hands as a visual aid to demonstrate what she meant. “Your swat was excellent, but you stopped it as soon as your hand came into contact with her rump.
Instead what you need to do is pretend that you’re aiming for a spot just a couple of inches past where her tush actually is so that you impart the full force of your palm with each spank. Once you start doing that, then you’ll really have her squealing like the naughty girl she is, trust me.”
“So… like this?”
Shaking out her shoulders to loosen them up one more time, Maureen pursed her lips together in concentration and took a firm grip around Rhen’s trim waist with her left hand. After taking a couple of deep breaths to steady herself, she then brought her right hand up to just past her shoulder and then sent it crashing back down hard and fast, dead-center against the younger girl’s bare left cheek.
SMACK!
“Aieee!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” cheered Dana. “That’s it exactly. Now try again on the other side.”
SMACK!
“Ah! Owie, owie, owie!” howled Rhen, arching her back as she half-pushed herself up and hissed in a sharp breath through clenched teeth before sagging back down across Maureen’s lap.
Crap! Why does she have to be such a fast learner?
“Way to go, Maureen. That was perfect!” praised the gasping girl’s auntie as she stood back up and snickered. “She definitely felt those ones.
Didn’t you, cutie pie?”
“Ugh,” huffed Rhen, turning her head to glare petulantly at her partner. “Yes.”
“Awww, yay!” cheered Maureen with a little clap for herself, partially breathless from the adrenaline rush of delivering two back-to-back successful swats. “You were right, Dana. Those last two felt so much better.”
“Told you,” crooned the other woman, flashing her a big thumbs up. “Believe it or not, most of the time your hand is all you’ll ever really need to reduce a bratty girl to a sniffling, red-bottomed mess. It just takes time, patience, and a little bit of elbow grease is all.”
“Is that right?”
Maureen couldn’t help but stare at her palm with a newfound awe and respect.
“I never would have thought it would be this easy.”
“Yep, it really is,” agreed Dana with a good-natured shrug.
“Welcome to the Bossy Mommy Club.”
“Thanks,” smirked Maureen.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Dana then raised a cautioning forefinger.
“But don’t forget too that just because she’s crying after you’re finished with her, doesn’t mean that she won’t need another spanking sooner rather than later. Like I was telling you this morning, some girls just can’t help themselves and simply need a firm hand to keep them in line. So don’t sweat it if you find that you have to spank your girls more often than you might have thought you would, or even for the same things multiple times. It’s totally normal for rambunctious girls to want to push their boundaries, and not something that you need to worry about.”
At that, the spanking veteran flashed her novice learner an encouraging smile and patted her on the shoulder.
“And some girls are just naturally naughty and need lots of attention, so try not to let it bother you, alright? It’s not a reflection on you as a disciplinarian, I promise. It’s just the way the good lord chose to make them. You just focus on making sure each trip over your knee is a memorable one, and the rest will sort itself out over time. Oh, and above all else, be patient. Spankings aren’t silver bullets that’ll instantly transform your children into perfect angels overnight. It takes time and lots of consistent and swift consequences to effect a major change in attitude, especially when you’re looking after a willful and sassy girl like Rhen here.”
Unable to resist, the girl’s auntie reached out and gave her rounded rump a teasing pinch that managed to get an adorable squeak of surprise out of her.
“But if you stick to it, you will start to see a gradual improvement in behavior over time. So don’t stress if you find one or more of your girls needs to take multiple trips across your lap in a week. Their bratty buns are more than well-equipped enough to handle it, trust me. Heck, that’s totally normal, really. Little Miss Cutie Pie here for instance can hardly seem to go more than a couple days without having her caboose painted bright red for one bit of sass or another, and she’s totally fine.”
“I do not…” groused Rhen with a huff, her face flushing far pinker than the two handprints still visible on her backside.
“Sure you don’t, honey,” teased Dana, drawing out the words with another pinch and a snicker. “Sure you don’t.”
“Humph! Meanie.”
“Silly goose.”
SMACK!
“Ah!”
That time the girl’s partner decided to punctuate her reply with a sharp swat that made her jump.
“Hmmm… I think I’m starting to see what you mean about the whole ‘needing a firm hand’ thing,” piped up Maureen then, smiling fondly at the loving exchange between the two women. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I start reining in the girls tomorrow, thanks.”
“Of course,” nodded Dana, patting the other woman encouragingly on the shoulder again. “I’m sure it’ll go wonderfully. You’re definitely a natural at this, trust me.”
“Awww, well thanks! That means a lot coming from you, Dana,”
gushed Maureen, her face lighting up with the praise.
“Anytime, hon. Us mommies and aunties have to stick together, after all.”
Dana flashed the other woman another smile and a thumbs up, before clearing her throat.
“Ahem. Now then, since you’ve clearly got the basics down, let’s talk a little bit more about the target areas you should be focusing on, and then I’ll let you get to work putting all of this into practice. Alright?”
“Sure, sounds great.”
“Great. So then, when you’re spanking a naughty girl’s bratty buns, you want to spend most of your time working on the lower half to lower third of her cheeks, right where it’s the most jiggly,” explained Dana, leaning forward over her girlfriend once again and tracing a downward-sweeping arc along her bare and barely pinkened cheeks before giving each one a light slap to highlight the exact spots she was talking about. “Those areas can take pretty much anything you can throw at them without any problems, and unless you’re really swinging for the fences, which you shouldn’t be by the way, you don’t need to worry about actually hurting her. Most girls have plenty of padding back there and can take a lot more punishment than you might think they can. In fact, most of the time Rhen’s rump goes back to being lily white only two or three hours after I’m through spanking her.”
She paused for a moment then and shared a wry smirk with Maureen.
“On the one hand it’s a little annoying to see all of that pretty, pretty red I worked so hard to color in back there disappear, but on the other, it just means that she has no excuse to avoid any further trips across my knee that might come up later that day if she decides to give me more attitude. So I suppose it’s a fair enough trade in the end.”
“Heh. Good to know,” crooned Maureen, giving the naked cheeks in front of her a couple of hard squeezes. “I guess that means I don’t need to worry about holding anything back then.”
“Lucky me,” deadpanned Rhen, flopping her face sullenly against her throw pillow and scowling.
This sucks.
“Oh Maureen, I’m so glad to hear you say that!” cooed Dana, ignoring her niece’s sass. “That is exactly the kind of attitude you should be approaching a spanking with. No half-measures, no token punishments, and no going easy. If the little miss in question was willing to misbehave and earn herself a spanking in the first place, then you owe it to her to provide her with the consequences that she deserves as well.”
“Yes, that makes sense,” agreed Maureen, nodding seriously. “If I’m going to punish her, then I need to do it right or not at all.”
“Exactly,” confirmed Dana. “And speaking of doing things right, if you really need to get her to pay attention to a particular point you’re trying to make, or you just want to leave her with something that she’ll be feeling for a while after you’ve finished with her, all you have to do is shift your aim a bit lower and really let her have it right along that crease where her bottom and thighs meet.”
Again, she paused to trace out the area that she was talking about, eliciting another round of involuntary laughter and squirming from her now very nervous niece in the process.
“That’s where she rests most of her weight when she’s sitting down, and since it’s not quite as padded as the rest of her tush is, getting spanked there really packs an extra punch that’ll have her wincing for quite a while after you’re done.”
“You don’t say?” drawled a bemused Maureen, squeezing the center of Rhen’s left cheek experimentally before repeating the process with her sit-spot and nodding.
SMACK-SMACK!
“Oh! Owie!”
Again without warning, she brought her palm cracking down twice in rapid-fire succession against the false-teenager’s bare bottom, aiming for the spots she’d just been groping and grinning in self-satisfaction at the distinct escalation in yelping that the latter swat had produced.
“Ah yes, I think I see what you mean now.”
“I should freaking hope so,” growled Rhen darkly, looking up from her pillow and folding her arms beneath her chin as she glared at the worn stitching of the armrest in front of her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three more boulder-heavy smacks found their marks then, causing the bratty girl to flail her legs behind her as she buried her face in her arms and squealed into her throw pillow.
“What was that, little girl?” demanded Maureen, leaving her rigid palm poised just above Rhen’s bare right cheek as she waited patiently for a response.
“Nothing ma’am,” squeaked the younger girl, all of her earlier sass having boiled out of her for the moment thanks to the fresh rush of heat to her face that was giving the warmth in her lower cheeks a run for its money. “I’m sorry!”
“That’s better,” sniffed Maureen, letting her palm relax again as she began to drum her fingertips against where she’d just swatted. “Now, what was it you were saying before we were so rudely interrupted, Dana?”
“Nice.”
Her mentor flashed her a broad, approving grin.
“I think it’s pretty safe to say that you’re just about ready to go now. The only bit of advice I can still think of to give you is that if sit-spot swatting just isn’t doing the trick for you, you can always try smacking the backs of her thighs as well. Now those definitely sting something fierce when they get popped, believe you me.”
Frowning slightly, she added with a warning forefinger.
“But make sure you’re extra-careful with those. A naughty girl’s thighs don’t have anywhere near the same amount of padding that her caboose does, so you can’t go too crazy on them or else you might end up leaving bruises or really hurting her, and that’s not what we’re aiming for at all, is it? We want tough but fair, not abusive.”
“Understood,” answered Maureen with a serious nod of her own.
“So then, should I get started?”
“No thanks,” squeaked Rhen at that, making both women laugh and snapping loose the taut silence that had started to build in the room. “You really don’t have to, I promise.”
Unsurprisingly though, she went completely ignored.
“Go for it,” chuckled her partner with a casually dismissive wave of her hand as she took half a step back and positioned herself to get a better angle for the upcoming festivities.
And so she did.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Eager to prove that she could actually spank a naughty girl properly, Maureen set to her task with a gusto that made Dana proud. In a matter of moments she made it very clear that not only was she a fast learner when it came to the act of disciplining a naughty bottom, but that she also had a natural talent for judging where and how hard to spank a girl for the best possible results once she had her over her lap, and she quickly had Rhen kicking and scissoring her legs behind her.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never lie about being sick again, I promise!” the twenty-year-old turned thirteen-year-old brat squealed out around several yelps and gasps of pain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
But unfortunately for the squirming sophomore, Maureen was just as good as her aunt was when it came to ignoring her pleas for leniency and her vows to be good. And so, Rhen was left with no other choice than to buck and squeal, writhe and yelp, trapped in place across the broad expanse of her new auntie’s lap as her bare bottom was set ablaze with no regard for her crying.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sternly frowning mother of three was absolutely relentless in the application of her rigid right palm against the naked cheeks trapped across her lap, encouraged ever onward by Dana who stood just off to the side occasionally making a suggestion or comment here and there that kept her technique razor sharp and furiously powerful. With her help, she kept up a steady stream of rapid-fire spanks that soon had the naughty, black-haired girl in her clutches wriggling fruitlessly against the vice-like grip of her left hand as she was reduced to a sobbing mess like the little brat that she’d been behaving like all day
“There will be no more fibbing, and no more sassing your elders. Is that understood, young lady?” she demanded, punctuating her question with two extra-hard swats to the backs of her thighs for good measure.
SMACK-SMACK!
Rhen just sobbed out something incoherent in reply that made both of the adults in the room look at each other and smile fondly.
She was just too cute when she started crying.
Almost as much as she was when she was squirming and kicking her legs like she could somehow swim off of the lap she was trapped across.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
—
For the next ten minutes straight, Maureen focused on nothing but fanning the flames she’d kindled in Rhen’s bare, bouncy bottom into a raging inferno as she gradually painted her cheeks dark pink, then strawberry red, and then finally an angry shade of crimson that was hot to the touch and carried with it a noticeable swelling around the younger girl’s compact caboose.
At an eventual nod from Dana, she at last began to slow down the pace of her swats, and then stopped altogether, slightly winded but otherwise very pleased with herself and what she’d been able to accomplish.
“Have we learned our lesson, young lady?” she demanded, not unkindly.
“Yes ma’am!” moaned the thoroughly punished girl into her soggy couch cushion in between sobs.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. I’m going to be holding you to that, you know.”
Again, Rhen just sobbed out a muffled, watery response.
“Yes ma’am…”
Then, just like that, all of Maureen’s implacable sternness evaporated like dew in the morning sun and she began to gently sooth the poor girl’s battered buns with soft rubs and gentle, reassuring caresses along the silky smooth column of her back.
“There, there, honeybunch… That’s it, let it all out… We’re done now… It’s okay, shhh…”
She and Dana let Rhen continue to sniffle and cry into her throw pillow for a few minutes longer, waiting patiently as the younger girl caught her breath and regained her composure at her own pace.
“Wow. If her butt feels anything like my hand does right about now, I’m pretty sure that she’s going to be on her very best behavior for at least a week,” laughed Maureen, shaking out her aching palm before blowing on it theatrically and smirking.
“Hah,” commiserated Dana with a snort of her own. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. It’s not quite a ‘this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you’ kind of thing, but a prolonged hand spanking definitely takes a toll on your palm, that’s for sure.”
Both women shared a laugh at that, and Rhen grumbled something sour to herself in an attempt to not snicker right along with them as she continued to pout into her pillow. She managed to keep quiet for the most part however, and instead contented herself with basking in the radiating warmth of her very well-spanked bare bottom as it washed over her in waves, making her sleepy.
“Don’t worry about it too much though,” her auntie continued to say, clapping the other woman on the shoulder with a broad grin. “You’ll build up some more endurance as time goes on, I promise.”
“Thank goodness!” laughed Maureen, flexing her fingers and frowning melodramatically. “I think my poor hand might just fall off if I had to spank all three of my girls back-to-back like this.”
“It’s definitely a concern,” agreed Dana, the sparkling mirth in her eyes belying the serious grimace she had painted across her face. “But you can always use something other than your hand to dish out discipline if you need to, you know. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. In fact, I’d start keeping an eye out for an implement or two to have on hand for just such an occasion if I were you. You can definitely get a lot done with just a hand spanking, but sometimes it’s better to not wear out your palm when you could just as easily accomplish the same results, if not better, with far less effort using an implement instead.”
“Yes, that does seem rather useful,” mused Maureen, idly drumming her fingers across Rhen’s swollen right cheek as she mulled over what she’d just been told.
“Personally, I’m a big fan of hairbrushes and wooden spoons for when it comes to really driving a lesson home. Rhen even has a special one that we bought for her that’s just for spanking her naughty buns that we keep on her nightstand so that it’s close by whenever it’s needed at bedtime,” Dana went on to explain with an eager nod. “And from what I’ve heard, Melinda has an old leather belt that she’s rather fond of using for when she needs to have a more serious talk with our favorite little cutie pie.”
“That’s definitely one way of putting it,” groaned Rhen, unable to resist making the joke and being rewarded with a few light-hearted swats and snickers for her trouble.
“See, what’d I tell you?” laughed Dana. “It’s not even been ten minutes since she finished crying, and she’s already back to sassing. Some girls are just so incorrigible, I tell you!”
“Awww, I think it’s cute,” cooed Maureen with another fond pat.
“Oh, no doubt,” agreed the pouting girl’s partner. “But yes, as I was saying. Look around your house for a bit and see what sticks out to you.
I’m sure you’ll have no problem whatsoever finding something that you feel comfortable with using. Also, if you’re ever not sure about something, you can always give the front of your thigh a couple of test swats. That, or rope one of your daughters into a quick attitude adjustment with it… just call it maintenance.”
Dana winked at that.
“Oooh, very clever,” replied Maureen, nodding eagerly.
“You’ll find that I’m full of all sorts of fun and interesting ideas for when it comes to keeping naughty girls in line,” snickered Dana with a self-deprecating shrug. “And of course, you already have my number, so feel free to call or text if you need any advice. Alright?”
“Thanks Dana, I really appreciate that a lot.”
“Of course! I’m always happy to help out a fellow spanker. Now then, I think our little cutie pie has had enough time to let her buns cool off. So are you ready to learn about corner time?”
“Oh yes, absolutely,” answered Maureen, clearly having caught her second wind.
“Great. Then help her back up to her feet, and follow me.”
—
Twenty minutes later found Rhen with her still somewhat sniffly nose jammed into a dusty corner next to her grandma’s equally dusty TV, with her hands on top of her head and her pajama bottoms and pull-up long since abandoned on the arm of the couch behind her.
Although her bottom still throbbed and ached with a lingering heat that she knew would be keeping her warm as she fell asleep later that night, she’d long since gotten over her earlier crying. And despite the humiliation she’d just been forced to endure, she bore neither Maureen nor her auntie any ill will.
She’d been a naughty girl after all, and she’d fully deserved everything that she’d gotten from the two of them, and then some.
When her Auntie Maureen’s phone at last started to beep insistently, signaling the end of her stint in timeout, Rhen felt herself sag with relief as she loosed a grateful sigh.
Thank god! It’s finally over…
At that particular moment, the sore sophomore was fairly certain that she’d have gladly taken a second spanking from her aunt right there and then if it meant that she’d no longer have to put up with the interminable boredom that came with standing in the corner.
“And that’s twenty minutes right on the dot,” declared Maureen, silencing her smartphone and climbing back to her feet from off the couch.
Slipping it back into her front pocket, she then padded her way over to where Rhen was continuing to remain obediently in place facing the wall.
She’d long since learned the lesson that it was best to just stay right where you were when you were doing corner time until you were given explicit permission to move, lest you get another spanking for your trouble.
“Okeydokey, honeybunch, you can come out now,” cooed the woman looming behind her, punctuating her permission with a friendly pat to her naked caboose. “All is forgiven.”
Thoroughly chastened and in dire need of a reassuring cuddle just then, Rhen peeled herself away from the corner she’d been sniffling into for the better part of the last half hour and let herself be wrapped up in Maureen’s warm embrace.
Although the older woman’s scent was different from that of her partner’s, made up of a strange blend of different perfumes and soaps than those she was used to, Rhen found that the warmth of her soft breasts and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat were more than familiar enough for her to get lost in as her newly-declared Auntie Maureen gently caressed the back of her hair and murmured softly against the top of her head.
“There, there, little one… Shhh… I’ve got you.”
After what felt like a very long time, but was in reality only a couple of minutes, Rhen at last pulled away from the embrace and smiled.
“So, uh… I’m sorry I was being bad earlier, but um… can I please get dressed now?” she begged, her gaze turning to fix longingly on her pajama bottoms, and yes, even her pull-up.
“Well, of course you can, cutie pie. Come on over here and I’ll get you sorted out in a jiffy,” agreed Dana, beckoning her over as she scooted to the far end of the couch and snatched up her girlfriend’s discarded clothes.
“Thank you!” breathed the younger girl, sighing in exasperated relief as she skipped over to her aunt and endured the comparatively minor humiliation of having her re-dress her like the small child she so often acted like.
“You took your spanking very well, dear,” praised Dana as she finished retying the drawstring around Rhen’s pajama bottoms.
She then reached up and tucked back a loose strand of inky black hair behind her left ear.
“Are you ready for bed?”
“What? But Aunt Dana, it’s not even ten yet!” her not-niece protested, just barely managing to stop herself from stomping a foot.
“Can’t I please stay up for a little bit longer since we’re on vacation?”
“You’ve had a long day and have been more than a little bratty tonight, missy,” countered her aunt firmly. “Going to bed early with a ruby red rump seems like a pretty fitting way to cap things off and remind you to behave yourself tomorrow, wouldn’t you say?”
“I guess so,” grumbled Rhen, arms folded sullenly across her chest as her cheeks puffed out with a mighty pout. “I think I’ve learned my lesson enough already, though…”
“Yes, clearly,” observed Maureen with a dry smirk.
“Uh-oh, it’s a grumpy goose!” teased Dana, grinning impishly.
“Quick! Someone call the tickle monster!”
She then proceeded to smother her naughty niece’s impending tantrum with a thorough assault on her sensitive sides and armpits with her wriggling fingers that quickly had the younger girl squirming and dancing and forgetting all about her earlier annoyance about being sent to bed early.
“No! Stop, stop!” she squealed, only half-meaning it as she writhed and giggled.
Eventually Dana relented, just when she knew that the younger girl was on the verge of wetting herself, pulling her hands back and letting her catch her breath.
“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you what,” she offered with her hands still planted firmly on either side of Rhen’s hips, drinking in the warmth radiating out from beneath her pajama bottoms with her fingertips. “If you go brush your teeth right now and promise me that I’ll find you under the covers with your eyes shut and doing your best to fall asleep when I come to check on you at eleven, I’ll wave the early bedtime. Deal?”
“Deal!” agreed Rhen immediately, beaming brightly from ear to ear.
Then, eager to make the most of the limited amount of time she’d just been allotted, she stepped in close and threw her arms around her auntie in a quick hug, before pulling back just far enough to plant a kiss on her lips. She then rounded on Maureen, pouncing on her and repeating the entire procedure, though with a kiss on her cheek this time, much to the amusement of the two older women.
With that taken care of, Rhen shot out of the room like a rocket, her feet stomping loudly on the staircase as she fled up to the bedroom she was sharing with her partner and the laptop that she’d been dreaming about all evening. However, before she’d gotten much more than halfway up the steps, she scurried back down, and leaning around the banister called out.
“Goodnight Aunt Dana. Goodnight Aunt Maureen. I love you both!”
“Night-night, honeybunch.”
“Love you too, cutie pie.”
In the end Rhen supposed that it had indeed been a pretty good day after all.
