The rest of the fall semester, what little of it there was left after the Thanksgiving break was over, passed by uneventfully for Rhen. Aside from the new and profoundly humiliating addition of having to change into a pull-up every night before bed, life went back to being much the same as it always was for her and her bossy boots Auntie Dana, and the next few weeks flew by in a blur. The temperature continued to plummet as the days grew shorter, and trudging through blankets of fluffy white snow soon became the norm. Finals week came and went, with Rhen passing all of her classes with flying colors due in no small part to Courtney’s and her aunt’s relentless application of bare bottom encouragement whenever they caught her starting to slack off, and before she knew it, Christmas was right around the corner.
—
DING-DONG!
“Rhen, honey, could you get that for me?”
“Sure thing, Aunt Dana,” called the twenty-year-old turned teenager from inside her bedroom.
Pushing away from her laptop and the idle web browsing she’d been occupying herself with for the last couple of hours, she sprang to her feet and scrambled out of her bedroom. Taking the stairs two at a time, she came skidding to a stop a few inches away from the front door (her socks sliding her along the last few feet of the journey) just as whoever it was on the other side rang the bell again.
DING-DONG!
And again.
DING-DONG!
And again.
DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG!
“Okay, geez, hold your horses! I’m coming, I’m coming…” she chided the unseen visitor without any real annoyance in her voice, running a quick hand over her hair a couple of times before turning the lock and throwing the door open.
“Oh hey, guys. What’re you doing here?” she asked by way of greeting, grinning at the unexpected surprise of finding her two best friends standing hand-in-hand on her doorstep. “I thought you were going upstate to visit Abby’s family for the holidays?”
“Oh, we’re still doing that,” answered Abby with an unconcerned shrug, before beaming giddily. “We’re flying out tomorrow, as a matter of fact. But today we’re… your… babysitters!”
As she said it, she threw her hands into the air and let out a very excited “Whoo!”
“My what?” demanded Rhen, taken aback. “Why the heck would I need a freaking babysitter?”
“Tsk, tsk. Such language,” chided Courtney with a playful smirk.
“Careful there, bratty buns, or else you might just end up over someone’s lap for that kind of potty talk.”
“Yeah, Rhenny,” chimed in Abby with a wicked grin of her own.
“Watch your fucking mouth.”
SMACK!
“Oh!”
“That goes for you too, hot stuff,” admonished Courtney with a wink, leaving her hand right where it had landed on her girlfriend’s backside. “You’re supposed to be setting a good example for her, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” giggled Abby, clearly not bothered in the least as she wagged a finger at the petite girl in front of her. “Do as I say, not as I do, missy.”
“Psh, whatever,” huffed Rhen, trying (and failing spectacularly) to affect a sense of nonchalance as she suddenly straightened up where she stood and ran a hand down the back of her skirt, smoothing it out across her backside with a shiver.
It hadn’t been that long since the last time she’d been put across Courtney’s knee, after all.
“Hey now, I’m not paying to heat up the whole neighborhood, you know,” chided Dana, seeming to materialize from out of nowhere then as she clapped an affectionate hand on Rhen’s shoulder, making her jump.
Much to the amusement of the two coed lovers still standing on their doorstep.
“Stop blocking the door and let your friends in already, cutie pie.”
Steering the younger girl aside and ignoring the mounting series of protests that she knew were brewing just beneath the surface of her indignant pout, she waved the others inside.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice, you two. Now get in here before you freeze to death out there.”
“Yes ma’am!”
“With pleasure.”
Graciously accepting the older woman’s offer, Courtney and Abby quickly set about stomping off the last bits of snow still clinging to the soles of their boots and then made their way into the invitingly warm two-story house.
“Thank you for having us, Missus Johnson,” spoke up Courtney as she breezed past Rhen, breathing into her cupped hands and rubbing them together.
“Yeah, we’re totally happy to watch Rhen whenever you need us to,” added Abby with a broad grin.
“Oh, that’s such a relief to hear,” sighed Dana, hand to her chest.
“You girls have no idea how hard it is to find a good sitter at the last minute.”
“I’m glad we could help you out then,” replied Courtney with a fervent nod.
“But… but…” Rhen continued to splutter oh so eloquently, refusing to accept the reality of her situation as she watched her friends shrug off their winter coats and hang them up on hooks by the front door.
“But why are they here?”
“Because I invited them over, of course,” answered her partner with a shrug as if to say it were obvious. “I needed someone to keep an eye on you while I went Christmas shopping this afternoon, and they were the first to come to mind.”
Courtney and her girlfriend each flashed the dumbfounded sophomore an identical grin at that.
“That’s right,” sing-songed her (now former) TA.
“Oh, we are going to have so much fun today!” cooed Abby.
“Hooray…” deadpanned Rhen, crossing her arms in front of her and rolling her eyes. “Lucky me.”
—
Despite her vehement protests that she didn’t need a babysitter, let alone two of them, and her insistence that she was fully capable of staying home alone without accidentally burning the place down in the process, Rhen soon decided to just let the matter drop entirely. While it was definitely embarrassing to have the unexpected time she got to spend hanging out with her two best friends labeled as a “babysitting playdate”
by her auntie, she was honestly happy for their company that afternoon and managed to get over her initial indignation surprisingly quickly once it was just the three of them.
Plus the offhanded way Courtney just pushed her over the arm of the couch in the front room, flipped up the back of her skirt, and then proceeded to lay into her with two dozen hard swats to the seat of her panties after Dana had driven away had a remarkable way of getting the sassy sophomore to change her tune in a hurry.
“Are Abby and I going to be getting any more attitude from you while we’re here, young lady?” she demanded, one hand pinning Rhen in place with her feet suspended several inches off the floor while the other began tugging on the waistband of her panties.
“No ma’am! I’m sorry, ma’am! I’ll be good, ma’am!” promised the TA’s petite “little sister” in a hurried jumble, scissoring her feet frantically back and forth behind her in a desperate attempt to convey just how serious she was in her convictions to behave herself.
“Hmmm… I don’t know, Court,” purred Abby, standing just beside her girlfriend and watching the exchange between the two of them with a hungry grin. “I personally think that maybe you ought to confiscate her skirt and panties just to be absolutely sure that she’ll be on her best behavior today.”
“Wait, what?”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” agreed Courtney, tugging her captive’s panties down another inch or two.
“Oh come on, that is so not fair,” whined Rhen, face flushing far warmer than her bottom felt right then. “I haven’t even done anything yet!”
“Well, you were just sassing us a minute ago,” pointed out Abby helpfully.
“Humph,” she groused in reply with a flip of her hair. “That hardly counts as anything and you know it.”
“Is that so?” crooned Courtney, drumming her fingertips along the divot just above her charge’s semi-bared cheeks as her grip tightened on her waistband.
“Um, yes?” supplied Rhen hopefully, toes curling and uncurling nervously behind her.
“Hmmm…”
Courtney pretended to give the matter some serious consideration for several more embarrassing moments, before finally easing the pressure on Rhen’s lower back and tugging the waistband of her panties back up to its proper place just above her hips.
“You’re skating on some very thin ice, you know, kiddo,” she admonished, offsetting the lecturing tone in her voice with a gentle tickle along one pale, silky smooth inner thigh before affectionately patting the rainbow polka dots stretched taut across Rhen’s rounded cheeks. “But, I’ll tell you what. If you promise me that you won’t be a Whiney Wanda while we’re making gingerbread cookies today, then I’ll let you keep these on.
Deal?”
“Deal!” exclaimed Rhen, ready to promise just about anything right then, before perking up as the rest of Courtney’s words caught up with her.
“Wait a minute… did you just say gingerbread cookies?” she pressed, forgetting for the moment to sound petulant as she broke away from her inspection of the couch cushions in front of her to eye her two best friends quizzically.
“That’s right!” confirmed Abby, shrugging off her backpack and holding it out in front of her triumphantly. “We stopped by the store on our way over here and got everything we need to make them from scratch.”
She then fixed a dubious look of concern on her face and added worriedly.
“And boy oh boy, it sure would be such a shame if we didn’t get a chance to make them just because someone was being a little brat and had to spend all afternoon standing in the corner with an exceptionally well-spanked, albeit cute, bare bottom. Wouldn’t it?”
“Okay, okay, I get your point,” conceded Rhen with a good-natured harrumph. “You win. I’ll be good. Now can we please make some cookies? That sounds super awesome right about now.”
SMACK!
“Hell yeah we can!” exclaimed Courtney with one final, hefty swat dead center between the younger girl’s cheeks before helping her back to her feet. “You just go ahead and drop that skirt and we’ll get right to it.”
“What?” squeaked Rhen in outrage, hands flying back to cup her cheeks protectively. “But you said-”
“I said that you could keep your panties on,” interrupted Courtney with a sly grin. “I never said anything about your skirt, did I?”
“I…” Rhen began to protest again, before rolling her eyes and sighing in exasperation. “Ugh. Okay. I guess not. But I want you to know that that’s a dumb technicality and I’m going to be lodging a formal complaint with the Babysitters Union once we’re through here today.”
“Tough luck, kiddo,” countered Courtney, folding her arms beneath her firm breasts and fixing her little sister in place with a predatory grin that made her stomach flutter pleasantly. “They’re off for the holidays, I’m afraid. Now lose that skirt before I decide to have Abby do it for you.”
“Hehe,” giggled the other girl, making over exaggerated grabby-grabby motions with her hands as she took a step forward. “I’d be more than happy to help you with that if you’d like me to, cutie.”
“No thanks, I’ve got it!” the youngest among them hastened to assure her two smirking babysitters, proving her point by yanking down the zipper hidden along the side of her hip in a flash and letting her black, pleated skirt drop to the floor around her in a crumpled heap. “See?”
Abandoning the garment where it had just fallen in front of the couch, Rhen made an immediate beeline toward the kitchen before either of her friends could change their minds about confiscating her panties too, calling over her shoulder as she went.
“Dibs on licking the spoons!”
“Hah! Yeah right, pipsqueak!” shouted Abby, chasing after her.
Rolling her eyes and sighing in false-exasperation, Courtney stooped down to pick up the backpack that her girlfriend had completely forgotten to bring with her and followed after her two friends at an easy pace.
“Oh yeah, this is going to be so much fun.”
The next couple of hours proved to be a chaotically fun mix of impromptu food fights, singing along to cheesy Christmas music at the top of their lungs, eating lots of very tasty raw cookie dough, and occasionally even actually baking something. Luckily enough for the three of them, Courtney happened to be a seasoned veteran when it came to crafting baked goods, and so despite Rhen and Abby’s best attempts to derail her efforts by eating all of their yummy materials before they could actually go into the oven, in the end they came away with three cookie sheets worth of adorable little gingerbread men and women.
“Awww, they’re so cute,” cooed Abby, hovering over the latest batch to be pulled from the oven.
“And they smell delicious,” added Rhen, practically drooling.
“Back! Back I say!” cried Courtney, playfully snapping a dish towel at her two friends before picking up a rubber spatula and beginning to scoop their fresh-from-the-oven confections out onto a set of wire cooling racks they’d found stashed away in one of the cabinets.
“Ahhh, you’re no fun.”
“Spoil sport.”
“And you two are a couple of brats,” retorted the oldest of the three of them with a mock-growl, turning her spatula on each of their rumps for a couple of token swats.
SLAP-SLAP! SLAP-SLAP!
“Eep!”
“Rude!”
Setting her impromptu paddle aside, Courtney then popped one of their more malformed cookies into her mouth with a smirk.
“Hey!” protested Abby and Rhen simultaneously.
“Deal with it,” snickered the TA, sticking out her tongue.
“Oh, I will,” promised Abby with a wink, shoving her hands into the pockets of her apron with a harrumph that made Rhen proud. “I know where you sleep, babe.”
Deciding to follow the other girl’s example, even though she had no real plans to do anything other than pout, Rhen crossed her arms in front of her petite chest and glared petulantly. It felt like a good glower as far as she could tell, but unfortunately the effectiveness of it was diminished somewhat by her being stuck in just a pair of panties and a t-shirt.
Even so, it still at least managed to make Courtney laugh.
“Meanie.”
“Cutie.”
“Humph!”
After spending a few more minutes idly chatting among themselves while they waited for their cookies to firm up enough to be handled without falling apart, it was unanimously decided by the three college coeds to forego decorating them in favor of just dipping them in the cream cheese icing they’d been chilling in the refrigerator. And so, after piling a plate up high with their creations, and then pouring out three extra-tall glasses of milk to go with them, they retreated up to Rhen’s bedroom to hang out while they stuffed their faces with gingerbread people and ate the various bits of candy that had originally been intended to serve as their clothing.
It was definitely the right call they all agreed after they’d finished demolishing most of their plate of cookies, and with contented sighs, they each found somewhere comfy to settle down in while they let their inevitable food coma run its course.
You know what? mused Rhen to herself with a half-suppressed yawn as she settled back in front of her laptop and pulled up her Twitter feed. Being babysat really isn’t so bad, after all…
—
None of the college coeds paid much attention when they eventually heard the front door open and close downstairs sometime later that afternoon, although Rhen did at least bother to call out a perfunctory hello to her partner before resuming her game while her friends watched on lazily from their spot cuddled up on her bed.
All three of them jerked upright and took notice however, when less than a minute later they heard Dana Johnson’s voice thundering for them from the foot of the stairs.
“Rhen Elizabeth Mathews, you and your friends had better get your butts down here this instant, little girl!”
“Yes ma’am!” squeaked her niece, all but leaping out of her chair and scrambling for the stairs without pausing to see if her babysitters were actually following after her or not. “I’m coming!”
“Uh-oh…” drawled Courtney, stretching out her arms over her head before pushing off of Rhen’s surprisingly comfortable mattress and climbing back to her feet. “Better go see what that’s all about.”
She winked and then held out a hand to help Abby up after her.
“Yeah,” snickered the slightly shorter girl, shaking out her loose blonde curls and following after her girlfriend as she led the way out of their friend’s bedroom. “I wonder what could have possibly put her into such a crabby mood…”
“Only one way to find out,” purred Courtney with a wry smirk, planting a quick kiss on the other girl’s equally amused lips. “This is going to be fun.”
“Totally.”
—
To neither girl’s surprise, they quickly found Rhen and her aunt waiting for them in the kitchen.
“Hey there, Missus Johnson,” chirped Courtney, waving as she and Abby stepped into the room and only faltering for the briefest of moments at the annoyed look she got in return from the older woman. “What’s up?”
“Hello dear,” answered Dana in a clipped tone of voice that still somehow managed to sound warm and inviting despite the scowl that had drawn her lips into a thin line of stern disapproval. “I was just asking Rhen here to explain to me why it was that I came home to find my kitchen in a total state of disarray.”
“It’s not that bad-” the younger girl tried to protest, before being cut off by a sharply upraised hand from her auntie while she kept her eyes focused on her two ostensible babysitters.
“You hush your mouth, little girl. The adults are trying to have a conversation here.”
It took a supreme effort of will just then for Courtney not to smirk, even more so when she caught the glint of amusement in her employer’s dark eyes. Forcing herself to keep her face a neutral mask of puzzled concern, she took in a slow breath through her nostrils and then made a show of casting an appraising eye around the kitchen.
Pretty much every available spot of the once pristine countertops was now covered in a dusting of flour and brown sugar, half-empty bags of candies and other ingredients had been left lying about all over the place, and there were multiple mixing bowls, whisks, and wooden spoons with thick dollops of icing or sticky batter clinging to their sides strewn about willy-nilly.
In short, it was a mess.
A big mess.
Shrugging apologetically, Courtney flashed the frowning older woman a sheepish grin.
“I’m sorry, Missus Johnson. We uh… kind of got distracted after we finished baking the cookies, you see, and it just sort of slipped our minds to clean up, I guess.”
“Is that right?” asked Dana skeptically, hands planted firmly on her hips as she narrowed her eyes at the two coed lovers fighting down grins behind her worried looking niece.
“Yes ma’am,” confirmed Abby, doing a mostly passable job of sounding contrite beside her girlfriend. “Just completely slipped our minds.
Poof.”
She blew out a breath and wiggled her fingers in front of her face for added emphasis then.
“We’d be happy to clean it up now if you want,” finished Courtney, taking a tentative half-step forward and making as if to pick up a discarded mixing bowl.
“Oh, you most certainly will be cleaning all of this up,” agreed Dana with a haughty sniff, catching on to the little game that her girlfriend’s friends were playing and feeling her lips twitch up into a sly smirk of her own that she did her best to keep angled away from Rhen.
“But not until after all three of you have taken your spankings for leaving this place in such a mess to begin with.”
“What?” demanded the petite sophomore then, ignoring for the moment that she was still in just a t-shirt and an adorable pair of polka-dot panties as she rounded on her aunt and stomped her foot indignantly. “Aunt Dana, no. Come on! You can’t spank us for this. We just forgot to clean up a little bit, is all. It’s not a big deal. We’ll do it right now, I promise!”
“Excuse me, little girl?” replied Dana in a low, dangerous purr, dipping her chin down to regard her with one imperiously quirked eyebrow. “This is far more than just a ‘little mess’, and I think it’s pretty safe to say that you know by now that I’m more than capable of spanking a naughty girl’s bottom, let alone three of them at the same time.”
“But… Like… Well, okay… yeah, I guess so. But, I mean…”
fumbled Rhen, much of her earlier petulance having withered away under the force of her auntie’s hard stare as she grasped desperately for any viable defense she could think of, before giving up and smiling feebly. “I was, uh… hoping you wouldn’t?”
“Hah,” snorted Abby at that, earning a disapproving sidelong glance from Rhen’s partner and a surreptitious elbow to the ribs from Courtney.
“Well, that’s just too bad. Now isn’t it, missy?” answered Dana with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head to cover up her own smile.
“Because it’s going to happen whether you like it or not, I’m afraid.”
Deciding that it would probably be best to keep control of the initiative and not let her girlfriend have another chance to rally a defense, she jabbed a finger out to the side and snapped.
“Clear some room on the island there, and then all three of you bend over. Now.”
“Yes ma’am!” came the three naughty girl’s immediate replies in unison as they scrambled to do as they were told, pushing aside cooling racks and cookie sheets as they hurried to line up side-by-side facing the wide edge of the island in the center of the kitchen.
Taking a moment or two to eye the three rounded rumps being presented to her, Dana felt her face break out into a wide grin as she watched their respective owners clear off a spot on the granite countertop in front of them.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” she clucked, “What on earth am I going to do with you three?”
“Spank us, probably,” guessed Courtney.
“Seems likely,” agreed Abby.
“Oh, very clever,” conceded the older woman with a snort, before adding with a touch of steel in her voice. “Now bend over.”
Whether it was on purpose or not, it was hard to tell for sure, Dana couldn’t help but notice that Courtney and Abby just so happened to have positioned themselves to either side of her niece, effectively trapping her in place between the two of them and ensuring that she was forced to follow their lead as they leaned forward and settled down onto their elbows on the island in front of them without any protest.
“You know, cleaning up after yourselves really isn’t that hard, girls,” she started to lecture, casually bracing her hands on her hips and taking her time to savor every moment of her pre-spanking scolding. “I don’t mind that you used the kitchen while I was gone, or even that you made a mess. In fact, from the nibble or two I had before calling you down, I have to say that you did an excellent job on your cookies. But that’s still no excuse for your lack of follow through. Honestly, I just cannot believe that you three would be so, so…”
She paused for a moment then, fishing around for the right word that would convey her annoyance while also making it clear that she wasn’t actually all that upset with any of them.
“So neglectful.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
“Sorry Aunt Dana.”
“Uh, yeah… sorry.”
Chorused the three girls from their humbling position with their backs arched and their bottoms pushed out to await their punishment, each putting their own special spin on their apology and knowing full well that it was far too late for mere words to save their rumps now.
“Uh-huh…” replied Dana, not exactly sounding convinced.
Stepping up behind Courtney, drawing in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of the older girl’s firmly toned body, she leaned over her and let her hands snake around to the front of her hips, deftly undoing the button clasp on her tight, denim blue jeans. She then took half a step back, and with deliberate slowness, wriggled them down to her knees.
“I especially expected better from you, Courtney, dear,” she chided lightly, giving the mostly bare cheeks exposed by the girl’s skimpy thong underwear a friendly pat that helped to dull the stern disapproval permeating her voice. “You’re the oldest, after all. You really should be setting a better example for these two.”
“You’re right, ma’am, I’m sorry,” replied Courtney dutifully, looking over her shoulder and smirking at Rhen’s aunt as she gave her hips a saucy wiggle.
Dana smirked right on back at her and pinched her left sit-spot.
“Oh, you will be by the time I’m through with you, young lady.
Trust me.”
She then winked and sent the TA’s panties down to join her jeans around her knees.
“Yes ma’am…” sighed the now bare bottomed girl, propping her chin onto her hands and smiling dreamily before remembering that she was supposed to be pouting.
Moving over to Rhen next, Dana smirked as she felt her jump as she lightly traced her fingertips over the seat of her panties. But other than a quick tickle along her sit-spots to get her squirming, she skipped over her entirely as she set her sights on Abby instead.
“The same goes for you too, young lady,” she scolded, repeating the process of lowering the blonde girl’s jeans down to her knees, along with her slightly more modest panties. “You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Rhen, not letting her run riot all over you.”
Her lecturing was met with another saucy hip wiggle, and a mostly sincere sounding.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.”
“Humph. We’ll just see about that.”
The curvy blonde sophomore did a mostly good job of suppressing a nervous giggle at hearing that.
“And as for you, little girl,” Dana growled next, at last turning her full attention on her niece and taking hold of the waistband of her panties on either side of her hips. “You know better than to leave the kitchen looking like this after you’re done cooking. Don’t you?”
“Yes Aunt Dana,” answered the younger girl quickly, stomach roiling with the all too familiar contradictorily wonderful-awful sensation of anxious anticipation as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, nervously chewing on her lower lip.
“Eep!”
Despite being well-used to the sensation by now, she still couldn’t help but let out a mortified little squeak as she felt her panties suddenly being yanked down off of her hips, making the descent to her ankles without any resistance.
“Gosh dang it! Why didn’t it we just clean up?” she grumbled under her breath, mortified beyond belief.
“Sorry hon,” murmured Abby, flashing her adoptive little sister an encouraging half-smirk as she reached out and clasped her right hand in her own.
“Try not to sweat it, kiddo,” added Courtney just as softly, taking up her other hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s just a little spanking. You’ll be fine.”
“I guess so…” mumbled Rhen, her initial embarrassment gradually giving way to chagrinned acceptance as her cheeks flushed hot pink. “This still sucks though.”
“Oh yeah, totally,” agreed Abby, not quite managing to sound as sincere as she had just a moment ago.
“You’ll live,” snickered Courtney with a roll of her eyes.
Dana left the three of them to their quiet chatting as she set about in search of a wooden spoon to use on them. But, much to her annoyance, she soon discovered that somehow Abby, Courtney, and Rhen had managed to use every single one of them over the course of baking their delicious gingerbread cookies.
“Hmmm…” she mused aloud as she contemplated the seemingly carefully orchestrated mess in her kitchen.
Fixing Courtney and then her girlfriend each with a suspicious glare, she made a show of scooping out the heaviest wooden spoon in her arsenal from an abandoned mixing bowl that had been hidden just a little too well out of sight to be a coincidence, and then took it over to the sink and began washing it off.
“Today is your lucky day, ladies… and Rhen.”
The two older coeds couldn’t help but snicker at that, even more so when they caught sight of the sour grimace it evoked from their adorable little sister.
“Why’s that, ma’am?” questioned Courtney, the very picture of polite curiosity.
“Oh yes, do tell,” cooed her girlfriend innocently, idly waggling her bare hips from side to side.
“Well, that’s because you’re all about to find out just how much more than normal a spanking from a wet wooden spoon stings on a naughty bare bottom.”
“Oh joy of joys…” droned Rhen dryly, while her two best friends just giggled to either side of her.
“Fair enough, ma’am,” conceded Courtney.
“I guess you could call it poetic justice for us making a mess,” her girlfriend shrugged. “Makes sense to me.”
“Couple of freaking goodie-goodies,” grumbled the middle brat under her breath, making both of her friends giggle all the more.
“Yes, indeed they are ‘goody-goodies’,” snapped Dana, rounding on the three of them and making each girl jump as she fixed her niece in place with a hard stare. “And I for one think that you could stand to follow their example just a little bit better, missy.”
Despite the mostly-concealed twitch of her partner’s lips, the fiery look in her eyes still had Rhen’s cheeks clenching on reflex and an electric thrill tracing itself along her undeniably moist folds.
Oh god, how can she do that with just a look?
Forcing herself to swallow hard, she straightened up on her elbows and nodded for all she was worth.
“Yes ma’am!”
“Good.”
Looking down on her naughty charges with grimly amused self-satisfaction, Dana rapped the head of her damp wooden spoon against her palm and then began to slowly advance on the three bare bottomed girls, moving with the languid ease of a predator descending upon captive prey.
“Now then, I think we’ll start things off with you, Courtney,” she declared in a cool, matter-of-fact voice, menacingly tap, tap, tapping her spoon against the leftmost girl’s leftmost cheek.
“If you say so,” answered back the TA with just a bit more flippancy than Dana was hoping to hear.
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
“Pardon me, young lady?” pressed Dana just as nonchalantly as before after she’d finished painting four vivid pink ovals across the sassy girl’s firm cheeks.
“Um, n-nothing, ma’am,” hissed Courtney through clenched teeth, flexing her rump and bouncing on her heels as she struggled to ride out the near-overwhelming stinging sensation that Rhen’s aunt had just brought to bear against her bare bottom.
“Ah, then I must have just misheard you,” replied the older woman with a friendly rub of each scalded cheek before taking one step over to the side and lightly tapping her spoon against her niece’s backside next. “And how about you? Do you have anything to say for yourself, Rhen, dear?”
“No, Aunt Dana,” the youngest of the three bratty coeds hastened to assure her.
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
“Ah! Owie!”
Finally, Dana turned her sights on Abby, repeating the same tap, tap, tapping movements as before.
“I don’t have anything to say for myself other than ‘I’m sorry’, ma’am,” the curly blonde sing-songed before Dana could even ask.
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
“Good girl.”
Taking two steps back, she spent a few very enjoyable moments surveying the results of her efforts so far, admiring the three unique, and equally adorable in their own special ways, sets of bare cheeks arrayed before her.
“Are we starting to learn our lesson, girls?”
“Kinda…”
“Definitely!”
“I guess so…”
Dana smirked at the three responses she got to her question and silently resolved to get all three of the naughty girls she was disciplining to start singing the same remorseful tune by the time she was through with them.
“Good. Then in that case, I shouldn’t hear any complaining from the three of you while we continue on with the rest of your punishment.”
Although she couldn’t see their faces, Dana was still fairly certain that her remarks had just been met with three near-identical eye-rolls.
“Alright now, from the top…”
Stepping up beside Courtney again, laying a steadying hand along the small of the taller girl’s back, Dana began beating out a rhythm against the TA’s well-toned cheeks with a half-dozen vicious swats.
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
“Oof!” groaned Courtney in response, hands balling themselves into tight fists throughout the course of her punishment, before relaxing as she let out a long, slow breath and chuckled. “I think I’m starting to see now what you meant about the whole wet wooden spoon hurting more thing, ma’am.”
“I thought you might be a fast learner, Courtney, dear,” crooned Dana, giving the girl’s once again relaxed cheeks a couple of light pats as she stepped to the side. “Now let’s just see if Rhen can spot the difference.”
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ow!” yelped the petite sophomore, her loosely pulled back hair whipping about to and fro as she danced in place against the countertop.
“Well?” prompted her auntie with just the hint of a smirk.
Rhen, who liked to think of herself as something of an expert when it came to wooden spoon spankings by now, couldn’t help but agree that her partner had been onto something. There was undoubtedly something about the heavy spoon’s slick, wet surface impacting against her unprotected and jiggly rump that made it sting that much more than usual.
And on top of that, the additional (albeit probably minor) weight added to the head of the spoon thanks to the water that had been absorbed into its wood fibers made sure that each swat packed one heck of an extra punch.
Basically, it sucked.
“I’m waiting, little girl…”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Going beet red in the face, Rhen let out a mortified groan, bouncing her hips in annoyance before finally grumbling.
“Yes, okay? It does hurt more. You were right.”
About a million times more as a matter of fact, she added to herself silently.
“Ahhh, how gratifying,” sighed Dana. “There’s nothing quite like having your hypothesis being born out in real world testing. But then again… we really ought to see what Miss Abby here has to say on the subject before we start drawing any major conclusions. After all, the best studies are peer reviewed.”
“Don’t I know it,” snickered Courtney, who’d been compiling research data for her faculty advisor for what felt like the better part of the last two years.
Slipping in beside the buxom blonde on Rhen’s right, Dana wasted little time in getting to work setting her cheeks to dancing with her wooden spoon.
THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP! THWAP-THWAP!
Abby did a remarkable job of managing to stay stoic for the first half of her swats, but by the time the last of them had found their mark, she was crying out with each one’s impact just as Rhen had.
That didn’t stop her from giggling and managing to say coyly after she’d caught her breath.
“I don’t know, Missus Johnson… It’s hard to say for sure one way or the other. I think maybe you should give Courtney and Rhen some more data points to work with while I compile my own findings.”
“Cute.”
Dana punctuated her remark with two lightning-fast, sharp cracks of her spoon against the backs of the snickering sophomore’s creamy thighs.
THWAP! THWAP!
Now that definitely got her attention.
“Oh! Ow!”
“I’ll leave you to edit your abstract then, young lady.”
“Yes ma’am,” harrumphed Abby, only sounding slightly put out as she surreptitiously reached back to sooth her scalded thighs.
“And no rubbing,” added Dana sharply, not even bothering to look behind her as she moved back down the line of bratty bottoms.
“Sorry, sorry!” squeaked the blonde girl, snatching her hand back before it had had a chance to travel more than a few inches.
“Hmmm… Now where were we?”
Setting her sights back on Courtney and her caramel colored cheeks, Rhen’s partner closed in on her. After giving each bun an exploratory squeeze and deciding that she was still getting far too much sass from the three bare bottomed brats who were supposedly very contrite and resolved to be good, she took a firm grip around the long handle of her wooden spoon and set about lighting into the athletic girl with two dozen sizzling smacks in the span of about thirty seconds.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
“Holy crap!”
This time her efforts were met with a lot more hip wiggling and barely restrained yelping. She even got an (admittedly, rather flimsy) promise to be good after the girl had managed to catch her breath.
“Yikes! Alright… Okay…. I’m sorry!”
“Better.”
Grinning smugly, Dana gave the now significantly warmer cheeks another pair of firm squeezes.
“You know, I think we’re finally starting to get somewhere.”
“Oh god…”
Letting out another groan, Rhen huffed and then rolled her eyes as she forced herself to relax her own nervously clenched rear end in preparation for her upcoming turn with the spoon.
“This is so freaking humiliating.”
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” dismissed Abby with an airy wave, giggling again as her little sister began to squeak and yelp as Dana tore into her vulnerable rump with another two dozen merciless swats.
“Yeah, well… Let’s just see how much you like it,” countered Rhen with a put-upon harrumph after she’d finished panting and moaning, turning to stick her tongue out at her former roommate while her aunt took up position beside her.
Abby stuck her tongue right back out at the provocation, and then proceeded to yelp and squeal just as much as her friend had as the older woman behind her proceeded to lay into her own naked nates with righteous fury.
“Ah! Oh! Ow, ow, ow, owie! Oh my fu- I mean freaking god, I’m really sorry ma’am! I’m sorry!”
“Ahhh, music to my ears,” cooed Dana, smiling broadly and tracing lazy circles with the head of her spoon around Abby’s still squirming backside. “Now let’s just see if we can’t get a proper chorus going, shall we?”
This time she was met with three identical groans as three heads of hair dipped down at the same time in exasperation and more than a little worry.
“Yes ma’am,” they all droned in unison.
Waving her wooden spoon in front of her like a conductor’s baton, Dana stepped up beside Courtney again.
“Once more from the top now, girls.”
—
In the end it took six more rounds of two dozen swats each before Dana was finally satisfied that all three of her kitchen mess culprits had been served their just desserts. By then, Courtney, Rhen, and Abby were each sporting a matching pair of angry red and rather swollen bare bottom cheeks that pulsed hotly with each heartbeat, and had taken to sniffling and making very heartfelt apologies and promises to be good.
It was absolutely adorable, and Dana’s fingers itched to pull out her smartphone and snap a quick picture or two before she let them up.
“Maybe next time,” she muttered to herself with a quiet huff.
“Alright, you three, I think that’s enough spanking for one afternoon, wouldn’t you say?”
The sighs of relief that greeted her announcement were enough to make Dana laugh out loud.
They really were just too cute.
After taking a moment or two longer to bask in the self-satisfied glow of a job well done, she then schooled her features back into a mask of vaguely stern disapproval and planted her hands on her hips.
“Courtney, Abby, you two may stand up now. Pull up your pants and then come give me a hug, alright?”
“Yes ma’am!” the two lovers echoed simultaneously, springing back to their feet and not bothering to adjust any of their clothing before they swung around and all but tackled the older woman.
“Thank you for that,” murmured Courtney.
“Yeah, that was so much fun,” added Abby, just as quietly.
“Any time, girls,” cooed Rhen’s auntie, patting each of them fondly on the back before giving their sizzling rumps one hard squeeze each.
“Now you’d better pull those panties and jeans back up before I decide to take them being down as an invitation to start over.”
Despite the grins on their faces, both girls were very quick to redress that time around.
“No thanks!”
“I’m good!”
While the two of them took to fixing their wardrobes and scrubbing the few remaining tears they’d shed from their faces with the backs of their sleeves, Dana approached her adorable adoptive niece and helped her back to her feet.
“Come here, cutie pie. I’ve got you,” she cooed, wrapping her up in a firm embrace and rocking her gently.
Looking over the younger girl’s frazzled mop of inky black hair and inhaling the fruity scents of her shampoo, she couldn’t help but smirk a little as she watched the other two girls also find solace in each other’s arms.
“No more messes?” Dana asked with a faint snicker against the top of Rhen’s hair, reaching down to grab her still sizzling caboose with both hands, hoisting the shorter girl up onto her tiptoes in the process as she squeezed.
“No more messes,” she agreed with a half-groan half-gasp as she too breathed in deeply against the generous swell of her partner’s bosom, reveling in the familiar and comforting fragrances of her perfume while also doing her best to ignore the fact that her bottom cheeks were spread wide apart and that her back was directly pointing toward her two best friends.
Whatever. It’s not like they haven’t seen it all before anyway, she decided after a moment’s contemplation, before sighing contentedly. Let them look all they want. I don’t care. Heh. It’s kind of fun, actually…
Dana and Rhen continued to stay like that for several long and face-explodingly warm moments before the older woman finally eased her grip on her swollen caboose and Rhen was at last able to pull herself free from the humiliating embrace.
“Uh-uh-uh,” her aunt chided without much in the way of actual sternness as she made to reach down for her panties, gently batting away her hands before seizing hold of her upper arm in a firm grip. “You know the rules, cutie pie. Any little girls who get their bottoms spanked in this house have to stand in the corner afterward. Don’t they?”
“But… but…” protested Rhen ineffectually as she was frog-marched past her smirking friends, who waved to her as she passed them by. “But how come I’m the only one stuck with corner time? That is so not fair!”
“It’s fair because I say it is,” chided Dana with a friendly, but unyielding, grin, before leaning in to purr against her ear. “Plus we can all see how wet you are, honeybuns, and I like to watch you squirm.”
“You… you don’t say?” stuttered Rhen, swallowing hard as one hand drifted on reflex between her thighs.
She nearly tripped over her panties then as her fingers came into contact with her sopping folds, and it took a supreme effort of will to pull them back and not start attending to the aching need that she’d suddenly become aware of down there.
“Oh my god, you are so mean,” she harrumphed, doing her best to ignore the flash of heat that had just rushed up her face.
“That’s right I am,” snickered Dana nipping her girlfriend’s ear playfully before straightening up and returning to being all business. “Now quit your fussing before I give you something to fuss about.”
“Yeah, Rhenny,” Abby called after the two of them with a giggle, dragging her girlfriend after her to watch the fun. “Act your age, little girl.”
Courtney and Dana both couldn’t help but snort at that one.
“Very cute, Abby, dear.”
“Oh my god, you guys suck,” grumbled Rhen, unable to quite stop herself from smiling along with everyone else as she was guided into her usual spot facing the corner in the front room that pointed her thoroughly-reddened bare bottom toward the big bay windows that looked out onto her auntie’s front yard. “I am so going to get you back for this. Just you wait.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure you will,” replied Courtney condescendingly, not sounding the least bit intimidated.
“Yeah, there’s definitely no way that could possibly backfire,”
agreed Abby, miming a bottom swat. “Maybe I’ll have Courtney let me be the one to teach you some manners next time around. Now, wouldn’t that be fun?”
Deciding that the best course of action for her right then was to not dignify that embarrassing question with a response, Rhen instead just clasped her hands on top of her head and shoved her brightly blushing face into the corner.
“Humph!”
Once her partner was satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and had taken the time to adjust her panties so that they hung evenly around her ankles, she then turned her attention toward the two broadly beaming college coeds lingering smugly just beside the couch where Rhen’s skirt still lay abandoned in a wrinkled heap on the floor.
“Alright, you two, while she’s busy with inspecting the corner, would you mind helping me out with unloading the car and moving all of her Christmas presents up to my room?”
“Sure, no problem,” agreed Courtney with an easy shrug.
“Oooh, presents!” cheered Abby, clapping excitedly. “I can’t wait to see what you got her!”
Suddenly feeling a lot less grumpy about being treated like a bratty thirteen-year-old who’d been left to stand in the corner while the adults went about their business, Rhen straightened up a bit and tried angling her head ever so slightly to the side.
SMACK!
“You get that nose back in the corner right this instant, missy!”
warned her aunt with a firm swat that made the already sore girl jump.
“And I’d better not catch you trying to peek again, or else I’m going to tear that cute little tush of yours up with Missus Hairbrush. You got that?”
“Yes ma’am,” answered Rhen with a harrumph while flexing her scalded seat, her buoyant mood only slightly dampened by the sudden resurgence of heat in her left cheek. “I won’t peek, I promise.”
“That’s better.”
—
Rhen was left to stew in her own embarrassment with only her glowing bottom for company for the better part of the next fifteen minutes.
Standing there staring at the all too familiar painted drywall in front of her with a bored pout on her face, she listened to the steady rhythm of the old grandfather clock ticking away behind her as her partner and two best friends “busied” themselves with unloading the various gifts and fun things that Dana had purchased for her while she’d been out shopping that afternoon.
At least, that’s what she assumed they were up to, at any rate.
In the bratty twenty-year-old’s opinion, it sure sounded a lot more like they were just taking their dear sweet time moving a dozen or so bags from one spot to another one at a time. Apparently too, one or more of them suffered from some sort of pathological need to drag their feet and pause to make idle chitchat between each and every trip back and forth from the car, which in turn prolonged the entire experience exponentially.
Little by little though, her corner time did crawl by, and through it all Rhen couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the three most important people in her life setting about stashing away her Christmas loot.
Oh gosh, I sure hope she decided to get me Bonestorm, after all.
The commercials made it look so rad…
Thankfully, there was at least one unforeseen benefit to neither her aunt nor her friends seeming to be in any particular hurry. While they chatted in between trips, they tended to leave the front door to the house open for long stretches of time. This allowed frosty bursts of early evening winter air to occasionally gust in to cool Rhen’s sizzling seat, which honestly was well worth the added boredom in her opinion.
In the end it took a ton of willpower on her part to fight down the urge to try and maybe sneak just a tiny peek at what Dana might have bought for her. Having to wait almost an entire week to find out what she had in store for her was going to be pure torture, but the looming threat of a visit from Missus Hairbrush was more than enough to keep her sufficiently motivated to rein in her gnawing curiosity before it could get her into any more trouble.
By the time the last of the items had been secured away behind the near-impregnable protection of her auntie’s closet door in her master bathroom, Rhen was starting to rethink her fondness for the chilly winter air as it started to make her teeth chatter. And so, when she at last she felt the kneading caress of Dana’s strong hands massaging her goose bump covered cheeks behind her, she practically melted into her grip.
“Ahhh, that’s nice,” she sighed, drifting out of her aimless reverie and looking back with a lazy smile.
“I’m glad to hear it,” purred Dana with a firm squeeze and a wink.
“Now why don’t you come out of that corner before you freeze to it? I think you’ve learned your lesson by now.”
“You better believe I have,” breathed Rhen with a chuckle, rolling her eyes heavenward in gratitude as she waddled back a couple of steps and turned to face her aunt before beginning to pull up her panties over her thoroughly cooled caboose.
She’d just about managed to get her polka-dots situated back into place around her hips when Dana’s sharp gasp of righteous indignation had her looking up with the sudden worry that they were about to come right back down again.
“Young lady, what on earth happened to your clothes?”
“Huh? My Clothes? What about them?” asked Rhen, genuinely confused as to what all of the hubbub was about as she glanced down at the black and pink t-shirt she was wearing and frowned.
Seeing the state that it was in however, she felt her stomach clench as the butterflies that had been frozen up until that point immediately thawed and began fluttering around in a panic.
“Oh…”
“’Oh’ is right,” agreed her aunt with a haughty sniff, planting her hands on her hips as she settled back into lecturing mode. “I thought you were baking cookies today, not rolling around in a bag of flour!”
“What? Come on! It’s not that bad,” Rhen tried to argue, self-consciously batting at the front of her t-shirt and wincing as a rather sizable cloud of all-purpose flour puffed free from it. “Er… Well, I mean…”
“Not that bad?’ echoed Dana in exasperation. “Rhen, you have bits of cookie dough batter stuck in your hair. And… is that brown sugar all over the front of your legs? Honey, you’re a mess! Didn’t you at least wear an apron while you were cooking?”
“Um… I was planning to,” the younger girl offered with a sheepish shrug. “But Courtney and Abby only brought two of them.”
At that, Rhen looked over toward where her two best friends were standing off to the side and watching the unfolding drama with naked amusement. Clearly, they weren’t going to be any help at all just then.
Traitors.
“And you couldn’t just wear mine?” pressed Dana with a raised eyebrow, drawing the younger girl’s attention back to the situation at hand.
“Well, I was going to,” she began to explain again, before losing her nerve as she saw the incredulous look in her partner’s eyes. “No really, I was! But uh… you see, the thing is… I kind of got, you know…
distracted, and maybe… sort of… forgot?”
“Uh-huh,” deadpanned Dana, not sounding the least bit convinced.
“Well, I certainly know one young lady who is in desperate need of a bath and a change of clothes right about now.”
Rhen was just about to nod and say that she’d get right on that, relieved to say the least that her auntie hadn’t decided to toss another spanking into the mix for good measure, when she felt a ball of ice suddenly form in the pit of her stomach as she watched the older woman look over toward the two smirking coeds beside her and flash them a conspiratorial grin.
“Abby, sweetheart, would you please be a dear and give Rhen a bath for me while Courtney and I take care of cleaning up down here in the kitchen?”
“Wha-?” Rhen began to splutter.
SMACK! SMACK!
Before being cut off by a casual pair of heavy swats that temporarily knocked the sass right out of her, making her grip her flaming backside as she hopped from foot to foot, hissing through clenched teeth.
“Of course, ma’am,” agreed Abby, completely ignoring the adorable rendition of the spankee dance that her best friend and former roommate was currently in the middle of performing. “Come on, Rhenny.
Let’s go get you into a nice, hot bubble bath.”
“But… but…” the younger girl continued to protest feebly, her face glowing scarlet as she was taken by the hand and led away.
“Oh, and once you’re done getting her squeaky clean, will please make sure you put her into a fresh pull-up?” Dana added as they went.
“You’ll find them in the top drawer of her dresser. Pick out whichever one looks the cutest to you, and then find her something nice to wear for dinner tonight, alright?”
“Sure thing, ma’am, no problem,” sing-songed Abby, grinning from ear to ear and practically buzzing with barely restrained excitement as she pulled Rhen after her.
“Thanks hon,” Dana called out as they mounted the stairs, before adding just as they were about to disappear out of sight. “And just so you know, you and Courtney are also totally welcome to come join us for dinner tonight too if you’d like to. It’s me and Rhen’s six month anniversary, actually, and we’d love to have you along to celebrate. We’re going to Papa Italiano’s, and it’ll be my treat if you decide to come.”
“That sounds great,” replied Courtney, answering for her and her girlfriend. “Count us in.”
“Wonderful!” exclaimed Dana, clapping the older girl on the shoulder and moving off toward the messy kitchen. “We’re also going to be stopping by the mall afterward for some pictures with Santa, and again, you two are more than welcome to tag along if you want.”
“Awww,” sighed Courtney, starting to gather up the various bowls that she and Abby had strategically left strewn about the counters. “There’s no way we’d miss that. We’ll be there!”
