Christmas morning found Rhen waking up just after sunrise like she had pretty much every other morning for the last few months since she’d moved in with Dana. As she stared up at her ceiling fan with one foot still firmly planted in dreamland, she considered just rolling over and going back to sleep for a few more hours. But the mental image of the massive pile of presents under the tree in their front room that she’d sneaked a peek of late last night just wouldn’t get out of her head.
“Eh, screw it.”
Sitting up, she kicked her blankets off into a pile at her feet, let out a long yawn as she stretched, and then rolled out of bed.
She could always take a nap later. Right now there were presents to open!
—
“Aunt Dana, wake up!” Rhen sing-songed at the top of her lungs, throwing open the bedroom door across the hall from her own and making a beeline toward where her auntie was still sleeping. “It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas!”
“Huh? Wazzat-?” slurred the older woman groggily, only just beginning to stir beneath her sheets before letting out a yelp of surprise as another body suddenly flopped down onto the queen-size mattress next to her, making her bounce.
“Wake up!”
Again.
“Wake up!”
And again.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” chanted Rhen, jumping up and down on her knees, before descending upon the startled red-haired woman and shaking her insistently by the shoulders.
After all, fair was fair, right? Why should she be the only one in their house who had to put up with being dragged out of bed earlier than she wanted to?
Worst case scenario, I get a spanking, she thought to herself wry smirk. I can live with that.
“It’s Christmas!”
“Alright, alright,” laughed Dana, rolling over and pinning the overexcited college coed beneath her, very much awake now. “Come here you!”
Grinning wickedly, she then proceeded to tickle her trapped not-niece senseless in retaliation for interrupting her beauty sleep.
“Hey, Rhen, did you hear?” she teased, slipping her hands beneath the younger girl’s sky blue pajama top and mercilessly attacking her sensitive belly and sides. “It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas!”
Stuck as she was with the older woman’s weight straddling her hips, Rhen was left with little other choice than to buck and grind her pelvis ineffectually against her partner’s, gasping and chewing on her lower lip in between bursts of involuntary laughter. She did her best to try and outlast the relentless assault on her armpits, but she knew that it was a losing battle, and unfortunately her bladder wasn’t quite up to challenge as she was. After only a minute or so of tickle torture, she was forced to throw in the towel before she gave Dana something to really tease her about.
“Okay, okay! Oh my god, you win!” she gasped out in between giggles, arms flailing out to either side of her as if she were making snow angels in the bed sheets. “Aunt Dana, please, I’m going to wet my pants if you keep this up.”
“Oh?” pressed the other woman coyly, ceasing her tickling in favor of cupping the younger girl’s breasts, idly pinching and rolling her erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger and savoring the warmth radiating out from her silky smooth skin.
Shifting around on the mattress, she forced a bare thigh between Rhen’s pajama-clad legs, flashing her an impish grin as the top of her leg butted up against the padding she knew was hidden there.
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you’re wearing a pull-up, huh?”
“Oh come on!” whined the younger girl, squirming some more in protest as her face flushed a bright shade of red. “You know that’s not playing fair.”
“So?” asked Dana breezily, grinning even wider now as she leaned down to purr into the adorable twenty-year-old’s ear. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe I want to make you wet your pants, honeybuns? To send you so far over the edge that you lose all control just like you did a few weeks ago? I could even spank you afterward too just like last time and then wash your mouth out since you told me that you don’t ever wet the bed. I bet you’d just hate that, now wouldn’t you?”
“Um…” countered Rhen, quite undone by the older woman’s stern tone and completely incapable of thinking of a rebuttal just then as her face all but burst into flames, eradicating rational thought for the moment as her hips moved of their own accord to grind themselves against Dana’s firm thigh.
“Humph!”
“Awww, don’t pout,” she cooed, her face mere inches away from Rhen’s now as her grin grew steadily more predatory.
Leaning in, she planted a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and then pulled her hands free so that she could smooth back a few unruly strands of dark hair from her rosy forehead.
“I was only kidding…”
She leaned in for another kiss then, capturing Rhen’s lips with her own and running the tip of her tongue across her teeth before pulling back, making her moan in frustration as she winked.
“Mostly.”
With that, she rolled off of her and then out of bed entirely, pulling the sassy sophomore up after her as she went.
“Now why don’t you run along and wait for me downstairs? I’ll be there in a few minutes and then we can open presents, alright?”
“Yay!” cheered Rhen, all petulance and lingering butterflies forgotten about for the moment as she crushed her partner against her in a tight hug.
Sure, the knee-quaking need still throbbing between her thighs was enough to drive her crazy, but she’d gotten used to being wound up and then turned loose by Dana by now and was able to (mostly) shrug it off.
After all, she knew that it would end up being resolved one way or the other eventually if she just stayed patient and didn’t press the issue.
Besides, whining about it now would just be admitting defeat.
Rhen let go after just a quick squeeze and then scampered off toward the open bedroom door with a twirl. However, she stopped short after only a few steps and turned back to stick her tongue out at her bossy boots auntie, determined to get one final bit of attitude in.
“Don’t take too long, or else I’m starting without you!”
“You’d better not, little girl,” growled Dana, half-chasing her out of the bedroom, before coming to a stop at her door and sighing in amusement as she listened to her thunder down the stairs, giggling up a storm as she went.
“Oooh, that girl is just begging to get her butt beat.”
Shaking her head with a low chuckle, Dana moved off to go get changed.
“What a sweetie.”
—
True to her word, Dana only spent a few minutes brushing her teeth and restoring some semblance of order to her hair before she threw on some comfortable clothes and made her way downstairs. There she found Rhen ready and waiting for her in their front room, parked in the middle of the couch and bubbling with barely restrained impatience. She’d already picked out a promising looking present from near the front of the pile at the base of their tree, and was currently fiddling with the ribbon bow on its top while she kicked her feet back and forth in front of her.
“See?” teased the older woman, sweeping in to sit down beside her and wrapping an affectionate arm around her waist in a sidelong hug. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
“Humph. I guess not,” conceded Rhen with a pout that didn’t quite manage to chase away the grin on her face. “So now can I start opening my presents? Pretty please?”
“Almost,” replied her partner with a shake of her head.
“But-“ the younger girl started to protest, before being silenced by a gentle fingertip pressed to her lips.
“Shhh… There’ll be plenty of time for that in a minute, cutie pie,”
she cooed with a wink. “First thing’s first though, we need to take some pictures to commemorate our first Christmas together. Plus I’m pretty sure that your granny would kill me, and probably spank you silly, if I didn’t at least get a shot of you in front of the tree, you know.”
“Okay, yeah, I guess that’s fair,” snickered Rhen with a theatrical shiver.
“Good girl. Now stand up.”
Setting her present aside with a melodramatic sigh, Rhen hopped up off of the couch and sashayed her way over to stand in front of the elaborately decorated fir situated opposite her usual punishment corner.
“How’s this?” she asked, striking a pose.
“Perfect,” answered Dana, fishing out her smartphone from her pocket and swiping open her camera app. “Now say, ‘Santa’.”
“Santa!”
Beaming from ear to ear, Rhen let her auntie take as many pictures of her as she wanted to, occasionally turning to strike a different pose or else moving around so that her presents or the Christmas tree were more in frame. Then, after snapping probably way more pictures of her than she actually needed, Dana moved in to join her in front of the tree, and cuddling up together they took several more selfies that Rhen knew she would treasure always.
With the all-important picture taking finally out of the way, Rhen was at last turned loose to start opening her presents.
A task that she took to with reckless abandon.
“Come to momma!”
Practically diving headfirst under the tree, she began ferreting out packages for her, and ones for Dana. (She had done a little bit of shopping herself with Abby and Courtney earlier that week, and her grandma had sent a few gifts for her as well.)
“Okay so, uh… how about I open one and then you?” she asked, plopping down amidst a palisade of presents and clapping eagerly. “Sound good?”
“Works for me, cutie pie,” answered Dana with a thumbs up. “Go for it!”
And so she did.
—
Rhen spent the better part of the next half hour riding high on a wave of surprise and delight as she went through the process of reading out who a present was from, and then tearing the wrapping paper off of it to see what was inside.
“Oh my god, Aunt Dana, thank you!” she squealed upon opening a box to find a super cute sweater that she’d been eyeing for a while inside, only to explode into a fit of cheering when she noticed the copy of Bonestorm that the older woman had hidden away within its folds.
Springing to her feet, Rhen threw herself at her aunt, squeezing her as tight as she could and peppering her face with kisses.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Oof!” groaned Dana as the black-haired missile collided with her chest, knocking most of the air out of her.
“Y-You’re welcome, cutie pie,” she managed to wheeze once she’d caught her breath, gently disentangling herself from her adorable not-niece and ruffling her hair fondly.
Turning her back toward the tree with a self-satisfied grin, she sent her along with a pat to her padded caboose.
“There’re a few more fun things hidden away in those boxes, you know. You’d better get back to unwrapping, or else we’re going be here all day.”
“Good point!”
Plopping back down amid her dwindling fort of presents, Rhen snatched up another one and read off its tag.
“Oh, nice! This one’s from Gran-Gran.”
Giving it an investigatory shake and hearing the tell-tale rattle of candy within, she snorted out a laugh.
“I knew she wasn’t actually serious about sending me coal!”
—
Despite the countless number of spankings she’d received over the last few months, Rhen was pleased to find that she’d apparently still been well-behaved enough to get much of what she’d asked for on her Christmas list.
Dana and her grandma definitely hadn’t skimped out on spoiling her that year, and apparently now that she was being routinely disciplined like a child, Santa Claus had even decided to deliver a few presents to her as well.
Although Rhen couldn’t help but notice that he and her auntie happened to have very similar handwriting.
Heck, even her auntie Maureen and auntie Jessica had decided to get in on the fun, each sending her gift cards and a couple of cute tops.
“Awww, these are adorable!” Dana had cooed upon inspecting the frilly items of clothing. “I’m so glad I thought to send them your sizes.”
“Uh, yeah… good thinking,” deadpanned Rhen with a sheepish smirk, not quite sure if she liked the idea of her extended family shopping for her in the juniors section.
Then again, the tops they’d sent were pretty cute.
Oh well… she thought to herself with a silent sigh and a roll of her eyes. I guess I can put up with perpetually being treated as just another little kid in the family if it means more presents on Christmas, heh.
—
When finally the last of Rhen’s and Dana’s presents had been opened and shown off, and what remained of their shredded wrapping paper had been swept into a mostly neat little pile in one corner of the room, the younger girl heaved out a satisfied sigh and moved to flop down on the couch again.
“Thanks for everything today,” she said, turning where she sat to thread her arms around her partner and leaning in to plant a heartfelt kiss on her cheek. “You really didn’t have to go all out like this, you know.”
“Awww, it was my pleasure, hon,” replied Dana, returning the kiss with one of her own before reaching over to haul the younger girl up onto her lap for some proper cuddling. “I’m always happy to spoil you.”
“Is that right?” snickered Rhen, wriggling around to get more comfortable before laying her head against the crook of her auntie’s neck.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind come Valentine’s Day, then.”
“Oh don’t you worry, cutie pie,” reassured Dana, nuzzling the top of her head with a sly grin. “I’ve got some very special plans in store for you for that night.”
She leaned in closer then, bringing her lips right next to her girlfriend’s ear to murmur conspiratorially.
“Courtney and I have been brainstorming, and let’s just say that an enema nozzle and a ginger root aren’t the only things that I can think of that can fit inside your tush.”
Chuckling quietly, she nipped at the smaller girl’s earlobe, making her squirm oh so delightfully, as she added.
“I’ve got a certain something all picked out for you, and I think you’ll find that it’s very age inappropriate for bratty little girls… and that you’re going to love every single second with it inside of you.”
That managed to bring a fresh burst of scarlet to the bratty sophomore’s cheeks, one that only intensified as her partner slipped her hand down the front of her pajama bottoms to tease at her moist lips.
“I, uh…” she managed to croak out only after swallowing hard as an electric thrill arced across her aching lips at her lover’s caressing touch.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Mmmm… me too,” purred Dana, kissing the top of her hair before plunging two of her fingers into Rhen’s smoldering sex.
“Ah!”
“Now be a good girl and come for me.”
“Y-Yes ma’am!”
Ever eager to please, Rhen gave herself over to her partner’s thrusting fingers entirely, parting her thighs and letting her take her. Her squirming hips soon fell into rhythm with the digits working their way in and out of her, riding them for all she was worth as they fucked her silly.
“I’m waiting…” Dana growled into her ear after they’d been at it for a while, increasing the force and speed of her pumping as she nipped at her earlobe. “Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.”
Rhen, who had already been a hair’s breadth away from tipping over the edge as it was, was then shoved off of it entirely by her partner’s implied threat.
“Oh god!”
Eyes rolling up into the back of her head, she let out a high-pitched moan of ecstasy as she contracted around Dana’s still-thrusting fingers, losing herself in the bliss of oblivion as she finally came.
And came.
And came.
“Good girl,” purred Dana when she had at last regained some semblance of control over her own body, panting and sweaty as she lay limp in her arms.
“I knew you could do it.”
“I…” Rhen huffed, still partially out of breath and unable to think of anything sassy or witty to say just then. “I… yeah…”
“Heh, you just take your time to recover now, cutie pie,” cooed Dana, kissing the top of her head again and rubbing her back. “I’ve got you.”
The two of them continued to stay cuddled up together like that for several more, extremely comfortable minutes, neither of them really feeling the need to say anything in particular, content to just bask in the warmth of their embrace for a while longer. Eventually though, once the afterglow of Rhen’s orgasm had finally faded away, Dana broke the silent spell they’d fallen under when she snaked a hand down to cup her girlfriend’s caboose, making the padding hidden beneath her pajama bottoms crinkle adorably as she squeezed.
“You know, I think you might’ve missed a few presents back behind the tree there,” she said, pointing with her free hand toward a trio of neatly wrapped packages hidden just out of sight against the wall behind a couple of low-hanging branches.
“Oh hey, you’re right!” exclaimed Rhen, having now caught her second wind.
Jumping to her feet, she all but dove underneath their Christmas tree, kneeling on the hardwood floor and flopping onto her belly as she fumbled around trying to grab the just out of reach packages.
“Get over here, you sneaky sausages…”
While the younger girl busied herself with doing that, Dana casually slipped her smartphone out from her front pocket again and snapped a few more surreptitious photos of her adorable cloud-covered caboose as it waggled back and forth behind her.
“Need a hand there, cutie pie?” she teased after stowing her phone away, leaning forward and reaching out to pat the tempting pair of cheeks being presented to her.
“No thanks, I’ve got it,” came Rhen’s muffled reply from beneath the tree, squirming her hips in self-satisfaction as she sent first one, and then another, of her hidden presents skidding across the floor toward the center of the room.
At last she scooted back on her knees, making the seat of her pajama bottoms bob up and down amusingly as she did so, and emerged with a triumphant exclamation as she held her final gift aloft over her head.
“Ta-da!”
Dana golf-clapped appreciatively for her, smirking to herself at the mess of little green needles sticking out at odd angles from her girlfriend’s hair.
“Well? Don’t leave me in suspense, dear. Who’s it from?”
“Hmmm… Let’s see,” answered Rhen as she slowly rotated the smallish box around in her hands, producing a faintly metallic-sounding rattle from whatever was inside of it as she searched for a label. “Ah, here we go. Oooh, this one’s from Gran-Gran.”
“Is it now?” purred Dana, working very hard to keep her face a mask of polite curiosity as she scooted toward the edge of her seat for a better view and watched as her niece began to pull at the tape on one corner of the box. “I could’ve sworn that she said she was only sending those three presents in the mail when I talked to her earlier this week. I wonder what else she could’ve possibly gotten for you.”
Yeah, I’m sure you’re totally in the dark here, Aunt Dana, mused Rhen to herself with a silent snicker, picking up on the older woman’s playful tone. Fair enough. I’ll play along.
“Only one way to find out,” she said with a shrug, trying to ignore the faint stirrings of butterflies in her stomach as she proceeded to tear the wrapping paper off of the box in her hands with wanton glee. “Maybe it’s some bracelets or something?”
“Maybe,” agreed the other woman with a mysterious smile.
“Huh…” said Rhen when she at last pulled open the lid of the thin, white cardboard box that had been hidden inside the wrapping paper, dumping its contents out onto her lap. “It’s a… belt?”
At least, I think it’s a belt.
Tossing the empty box aside without a second glance, she scooped up the weighty coil of dark leather and clinking silver and examined it thoughtfully.
Without even having to try it on, she could already tell that it was way, way too big for her narrow waist. In fact, as far as she could tell, it looked more like something you’d wear to hold up heavy tool bags or one of those fancy cowboy holsters she’d seen in movies, not a cute pair of jeans.
Not that most of her jeans these days could even accommodate a belt, thanks to their easy-pull waistbands.
Hmmm… Maybe I was wrong about Aunt Dana messing with me?
“What the heck?” she demanded. “This thing doesn’t even look like it can fit through regular belt loops. Did she accidentally send me
something meant for Brian or Eric instead?”
She was pretty sure that the label had said “To: Rhen” on it, but now that it was in shreds all around her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.
“Gee, I hope I didn’t just open up someone else’s Christmas present by accident.”
“No, that one’s definitely for you,” her aunt reassured her, leaning down to pluck up a handwritten note that she’d completely missed in all of the excitement of opening her gift. “It’s just that that belt isn’t meant for your pants, cutie pie.”
“Wait, it’s not?”
“Nope,” crooned Dana, grinning mischievously and holding up the note so that she could read it aloud. “To my favorite grandbaby. I hope this belt helps you remember to behave yourself this year. Love, Gran-Gran.”
“Oh…”
Rhen’s face had grown hotter and hotter with each word as she’d sat there fidgeting and listening to her partner read.
“How uh… how thoughtful.”
I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised, she mused with an internal eye-roll. I suppose it was only a matter of time before I felt the belt on my bare butt again, after all. Oh well…
“Isn’t it though?” cooed Dana sweetly, extending a hand toward her not-niece, palm up. “Here, let me take a look at that.”
Passing the belt over with a grimace, Rhen felt the butterflies in her stomach swirl into full flight as she watched her auntie roll out the thick strip of leather and then double it over, giving it a couple of quick test snaps.
SNAP! SNAP!
“Eep!”
Rhen could feel her cheeks clenching on reflex as the sharp cracks of leather on leather echoed throughout the house.
“Oh yes,” declared Dana, flexing the stiff belt between her hands and beaming brightly. “This is definitely a very nice belt. We’ll have to call your granny later and thank her for giving you such a thoughtful present.”
“If you say so,” harrumphed Rhen, the pout on her lips doing very little to hide the look of masochistic hunger in her eyes as they remained glued on the belt in the older woman’s hands. “Or we could just pretend it was lost in the mail.”
“No way, cutie pie,” shot back Dana with an amused grin. “This beauty is going straight onto a hook inside your closet when we get the chance.”
Rhen just rolled her eyes and nodded obediently, doing her best to keep her thighs from squirming too much.
“Oh, well… um… okay.”
Dana let her stew like that for a bit longer then, drinking in the mixed feelings of embarrassment and intrigue plain on her face, before waving casually at the two other packages still on the floor beside her.
“There’re still two more gifts to unwrap, you know,” she pointed out with a snicker. “No more dawdling, now. Show me what else you got!”
“Right!”
Eager to put the thought of the embarrassing gift from her grandma behind her, Rhen snatched up the closest box she could reach and hurriedly searched for the label on it.
“Okay, so… this one’s from Courtney and Abby,” she said, hefting the long, rectangular box in her hands and giving it a couple of investigatory shakes. “Which is kind of a surprise, actually… I thought we’d agreed that we weren’t going to get each other gifts this year and instead just go out for brunch when they came back from Abby’s?”
“I guess they must’ve had a change of heart,” shrugged Dana, not bothering to hide her smirk this time. “Hurry up and open it already, I’m dying to see what they got you!”
Starting to suspect that she might be the butt of some sort of joke that she wasn’t fully aware of yet, Rhen tore off the wrapping paper on her present with a little less gusto this time, finding underneath it another nondescript cardboard box.
Pulling off its lid revealed three things. A long-handled pink plastic bath brush with a round head and soft white bristles, a short-handled wooden bath brush with a flat oval head, and another note.
Plucking up the handwritten piece of paper and blushing a delicate shade of hot pink, she read aloud.
“We weren’t sure whether or not Dana liked to spank you over her lap or bending over more, so we decided to get something for each just in case. Make sure you tell us which one you like the best when we see each other again. Have fun, you naughty girl. XOXO. Courtney and Abby.”
”Awww, that’s so thoughtful of them,” cooed Dana, holding out her hands expectantly so that she could get a closer look at the bath brushes her girlfriend was currently glowering at.
Passing them over with a mortified huff, Rhen nodded.
“If you say so.”
SLAP-SLAP!
SLAP-SLAP!
“Oooh, you are definitely going to hate these,” teased her aunt after she’d finished giving each brush a couple of quick test swats against the front of her right thigh. “They’re both very stingy.”
“Lucky me…” deadpanned Rhen, her sarcasm falling somewhat flat as she swallowed nervously and licked her lips.
“Indeed,” snickered Dana, before pointing at the final package on the floor with the long-handled bath brush. “One more to go, cutie pie.”
Having caught on by now to her partner’s and everyone else’s game, Rhen snatched up the last package with a harrumph and found its label with a haughty sniff.
“Okay, this one’s from Maureen,” she declared quickly, before tearing off the wrapping paper and revealing an intricately decorated wooden spoon.
“Huh…” she mused, taken somewhat aback by not finding any humiliating notes or scary looking paddles waiting for her. “This is… kind of cute, actually.”
Tossing the torn packaging aside, she hefted the spoon thoughtfully, rotating it slowly in her hands. It was made of a heavy wood that had been stained a rich, dark color not that far off from her ebony hairbrush. Its surface was silky smooth to the touch and bore a faint sheen to it, and painted in swirling, white letters on opposite sides of its rounded head were the phrases “This Side for Scooping” and “This Side for Spanking”.
Yeah, as if that weren’t readily apparent already, she thought to herself with a snort. Very funny, Maureen.
“Oh my, yes! This is definitely a keeper,” agreed Dana when she took up the spoon, turning it over appreciatively in her hands. “That woman has excellent taste.”
“I guess so,” grumbled Rhen, trying to sound petulant, but not quite managing to pull it off as she locked eyes with her auntie and smirked.
“Although, I still think a gift card would have worked just as well.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” replied Dana dryly, her lips twitching up toward something devious as she turned to regard the small pile of implements beside her on the couch. “Hmmm… it’s funny. Now that I’m looking at all of these wonderful bottom swatters, that reminds me…”
Looking up again, she leveled a disapproving frown at Rhen, fixing her in place with one of her more intimidating hard stares.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you neglected to make your bed this morning, little girl.”
Swallowing hard, Rhen did her best to ignore the butterflies that had just been whipped into a frenzy inside her stomach.
“I uh… I did?” she asked, feigning a sort of sheepish innocence as her smirk bent into a worried grimace under the weight of her partner’s glare.
“That’s right,” confirmed the older woman with a twinkle of mirth dancing in her dark eyes, setting her wooden spoon down next to the other implements beside her and standing up.
Planting one hand on her hip, she kept her face nice and stern as she wagged an admonishing forefinger at the younger girl kneeling in front of her.
“And just because it’s Christmas, that doesn’t mean you get to ignore the rules in this house.”
“I mean…” stalled a now very flustered Rhen, fidgeting with the hem of her pajama top and casting her eyes about for something to distract her aunt from where she knew their conversation was headed.
Where’s a spontaneous group of carolers when you need one? she whined to herself, drawing her lips into a frustrated pout. Oh who am I kidding? She’d probably invite them in for cookies and cocoa while they watched her spank me. Humph.
As she pouted, Dana continued to just stare her down. Waiting patiently for her to succumb to the whirlpool of anxiety and excitement that she knew must be threatening to swallow her adorable twenty-year-old turned teenager up at any moment.
“Okay, fine,” Rhen harrumphed less than a minute later, putting all of her considerable stores of sass into the single word as she crossed her arms in front of her and whipped her head to the side to glare sourly at the pile of shredded wrapping paper next to her. “I guess that’s fair.”
It’s not like I didn’t have a bunch of chances to make it earlier or anything…
“Rules are rules, I’m afraid, cutie pie,” replied Dana with a sympathetic shrug and a decidedly unsympathetic smirk.
“Yeah, whatever,” grumbled Rhen, deciding that if she was already in trouble, then she might as well act the part.
All her pouting seemed to do though was earn her an affectionate ruffle of her hair as her partner breezed past her.
Moving off toward the entryway hall seemingly without a care in the world, Dana paused long enough to hook a thumb over her shoulder as she looked back and winked.
“I want you to pick out one of those new tushy tanners you just unwrapped, and then meet me upstairs so that we can have a nice, long chat about how you’ve forgotten to make your bed for… I think it’s the fifth time now this semester?”
She tapped a thoughtful forefinger against the side of her cheek as she ran through her mental index of the times she’d spanked her niece in the last few months.
“Yes, it’s definitely the fifth,” she decided with a delighted grin.
“Oh, you are so in for it now, you naughty girl.”
“Yes ma’am,” sighed Rhen with a wan smile that managed to remain partially hidden by the loose curtain of her dark hair.
“Don’t keep me waiting, now,” purred Dana, disappearing around the corner with a low chuckle.
Once she was alone in the front room, Rhen spent a few satisfying moments balling up a couple loose bits of wrapping paper and throwing them at the pile of other trash beside her, more so out of a desire to be doing anything other than what she’d been told to than anything else as she struggled to master her embarrassment and excitement.
“Humph!”
Truth be told, she was barely even upset with this sudden turn of events.
Despite the swarms of butterflies whirling around furiously inside her stomach, she couldn’t have been happier. She’d known that she was probably going to get busted for leaving her bed unmade, and had even decided to tempt fate by leaving the door to her bedroom wide open when she went downstairs after waking her auntie up.
Running the risk of getting caught was half the fun of being a brat, she’d discovered, while actually getting caught was the other half.
Now the time had come to pay, and that was that.
“Ugh…”
That knowledge didn’t make it any easier for her to run willingly toward her own doom however.
“Oh well.”
Pushing herself back up to her feet on a pair of wobbly knees, Rhen spent a few more moments shaking out some of the more stubborn tree needles still clinging to her hair, before turning to regard the array of spanking implements on the couch in front of her with a sly grin.
Hoo boy… Now this is one heck of a hard choice. Yeesh.
Staring at them, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of fondness and gratitude well up within her, filling her from head to toe with warmth and making her beam. She was so lucky to have so many people in her life that cared about her and were looking out for her. And although their preferred method of keeping her on the straight and narrow was highly embarrassing and more than a little painful, she understood that it all came from a place of love, and that was something she wouldn’t have changed for anything in the world.
Even if that sense of love left her bare bottom hot and throbbing while she sobbed across their knee.
“It’s the thought that counts, right?” she snickered, rubbing her soon to be well-roasted rump through the seat of her pajama bottoms. “And I think it’s pretty safe to say by now that I rather enjoy this way of doing things.”
She felt her lips curl up into a wry grin then.
“Then again, that doesn’t mean I can’t hedge my bets just a little bit…”
Grimacing at the pile of bottom blistering items on display before her, she suddenly found herself torn between trying to figure out which of them would hurt the least per individual swat, and which of them would be the easiest to take over a prolonged period of time. However, she quickly abandoned that line of thinking with a grim snort, as it occurred to her that it was rather a moot point anyway.
Dana wasn’t going to be going easy on her no matter what she picked out, and she wouldn’t be stopping until long after she’d been reduced to a blubbering mess with a pair of cheeks so hot that she could fry an egg on them.
That thought managed to send a giddy little thrill crackling through her entire body, pushing the butterflies in her stomach into overdrive and making her shiver as her thighs pressed themselves together of their own accord.
Oh god, it’s going to be such a long day…
Squirming in place and chewing on her lower lip, Rhen had to clamp down hard on a sudden fit of nervous giggling before it could completely overtake her. Luckily though, it was right about then that she heard Dana calling for her from her bedroom, making her jump as she let out a little squeak of surprise.
“Eep!”
“Rhen, I’m waiting. Jingle that butt of yours up here right now, young lady! You don’t want me to have to come looking for you…”
Realizing that she’d dawdled for just about as long as she could safely do so without running the risk of further punishment, Rhen shrugged to herself and then gathered up all of her new implements.
After all, if she was going to behave like a naughty girl, then she might as well be thoroughly punished like one as well.
Cradling her collection fondly against her chest and grinning from ear to ear, she spun on her heal and skipped out of the room, calling out in a breathy sing-song as she went.
“I’m coming, Aunt Dana!”
Life was good.
