Dana’s dire prediction that drinking too much soda with her dinner would keep her up all night proved to be an accurate one for Rhen later that Thursday. Especially after the three other cans of Diet Coke she chugged over the course of the next few hours after that. With the big move less than twenty-four hours away now, she was way too excited to even think about going to bed at a reasonable hour.
Not that she would have anyway.
She certainly hadn’t crawled under her covers until the wee hours of the morning any other day that week. Well, with the exception of Monday night, that is. Despite how embarrassing it might have been, Rhen had to admit that a sore bottom and a full tummy were an excellent way to knock her out well before her usual “bedtime”. She just hoped that her aunt wouldn’t ever figure that one out. Especially not after the sizzling lecture she’d given her over dinner the night before when she’d found out just what time she’d gotten to bed that morning.
Whatever, she told herself, feeling a giddy little thrill surge through her lower abdomen at the rebellious thought. It’s not like she’ll know whether or not I stay up late tonight anyway. Even if I sleep in, by the time she gets here, I’ll have been up for at least a few hours and she’ll never be able to tell the difference. Check and mate, bossy lady. No spankings for me this time, heh.
As the hours ticked by one by one, slowly transforming from night, to late night, to early morning, Rhen kept telling herself that she was just too excited to go to sleep yet. She chose to ignore the role that all of the caffeine coursing through her system might have been playing in her inability to get tired, and instead tried to unwind by playing games and chatting with her friends online until some time just after 5 AM.
Eventually fatigue won out over her urge to keep on grinding for rare loot, and stifling a yawn so she wouldn’t wake her roommate, she shut down her computer and flopped into bed. Once she’d nestled herself under her covers just the way she liked it, cocooning herself in two layers of blankets up to her chin and around her forehead, she set a handful of alarms on her phone spaced out at five minute intervals.
She was determined not to oversleep (too much) tomorrow, and quietly thanked her lucky stars that she didn’t have any classes scheduled for Fridays.
Settling back against her pillow, exhausted but still feeling a frisson of electric anticipation (and maybe just a little bit of apprehension) about what things were going to be like starting tomorrow, she felt her stomach lurch in a not all-together unpleasant way as her lips quirked up into a secret smile. Then, double-checking the display on her phone one more time and stifling a snicker, she quickly corrected herself.
She was excited about what her life was going to be like starting later today.
—
Rhen slept fitfully that night (or morning, depending on your perspective on the situation), and was eventually pulled back to full consciousness by her roommate slamming the door behind her as she left for her classes a few hours later. Rolling over, she tried to get comfortable again and maybe squeeze in a couple more hours of snoozing, but the lingering knowledge that she was going to be moving out in just a few more hours kept her from being able to settle back down enough to drift off again.
“Humph!”
Flopping back against her pillow with an annoyed huff, she glared up at the ceiling and let her mind wander as she gradually came to grips with the fact that she just wasn’t going to be catching any more Z’s for a while.
“Whatever.”
Not that it really mattered, she supposed. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be just then anyway.
Rhen had only signed up for three classes that semester. All of them painfully easy, entry level programming and web design courses, that while not actually required for her major, were at least close enough to it that she felt she could justify taking them instead of more of the super boring general education classes that she’d been putting off.
Ostensibly she’d picked the lighter course load so that she’d have plenty of time to find a job and work during the summer. Or at least, that had been her plan when she’d been flipping through the course catalog back in April at any rate. But procrastination and the ever-increasing worry that she wasn’t going to have enough money to move out at the start of the fall semester had kept her from accomplishing nearly as much as she’d been hoping to. Instead, she’d wound up whiling away most of her free time either messing around on her computer, pretending to do her homework usually, or else just wandering campus listening to podcasts on her smartphone.
Every now and then she’d stop by the student activities center, figuring that she might at least find something promising on one of the job fliers people sometimes posted on the corkboard in there. Unfortunately though, none of the gigs on offer ever sounded like things that she’d be good at, or were anywhere near interesting enough to actually bother with contacting the person who’d posted them for more information.
Occasionally she’d snap a picture of one that looked like it might be up her alley, but would then immediately forget to follow up on it as soon as she’d left the building. More often than not, she’d just wrinkle her nose at all of the pathetic job offers on display, grab a handful of free snacks from the card tables by the doors, and then high-tail it back to her dorm as she tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that kept on getting worse and worse with each passing week.
Thank god that was all over now.
But like, seriously. Who wanted to stand around for three hours straight without moving a muscle just so that a bunch of doofus art students could paint dumb, stupid pictures of you? And in the nude no less!
No thank you.
Up until very recently, Rhen had managed to avoid having anybody see her even partially undressed if she could at all help it. It wasn’t that she was particularly ashamed of her body per se, but being as petite and virtually lacking in curves as she was, she always felt rather intimidated whenever one of the more well-developed girls in her dorm saw her less than fully clothed. It was hard to tell for certain, but it always seemed like they were sneering at her whenever they watched her strip down to her camisole and panties before walking to the showers.
One of them had even asked her once if she was someone’s visiting little sister!
After that humiliating incident and the torrential downpour of profanity it had elicited from her, Rhen had gotten her process for changing in and out of her clothes down to an exact science. She’d wait until her roommate was either fast asleep or out of their room entirely before she’d even think about stripping down, and after the second time someone had asked her if she’d graduated from high school a few years early, she’d taken to showering during the times when she knew that nobody else was going to be in the big communal stalls.
As much as she loved to let her mind wander as she luxuriated under the flow of hot water, scrubbing herself clean and mulling over whatever programming project she happened to be working on at the time, her anxiety over being seen ensured that she always kept her ears sharp and her mind alert. At even the slightest hint that someone might be about to walk in on her, she’d find herself frantically dashing for her towel and fleeing back to her room with it pressed tight against the minimal swell of her breasts. Doing her best to ignore the view of her butt she was giving everyone as she scurried past them and not caring at all how much water she dripped onto the carpet as she dove for cover behind her slamming door while her RA stuck her head out into the hall to yell at her to slow down.
If she could avoid being seen, then she could avoid being mistaken for someone younger, and that was well worth any amount of annoyed scolding from her RA in her opinion.
Although, I guess it’s a bit of a moot point now, Rhen thought to herself with a wry grimace.
Somehow she had a sneaking suspicion that those days of avoiding people seeing her undressed were long gone for her. At least if her time with Dana so far was anything to go by. Apparently, not having everyone see your bare ass as it was painted a bright shade of cherry red was a privilege only afforded to good girls. Who knew?
Thankfully though, she was at least good at pulling off her adopted age of thirteen.
As far as she was concerned, it was far more tolerable to have people thinking that she was a spoiled teenage brat being taken to task by
her old-fashioned auntie, rather than having them know that she was actually a college sophomore who still needed to be punished like a little girl.
“Oh well…” she sighed, shaking herself out of her blush-inducing contemplation as she threw back her covers and sat up. “I guess I’m just going to have to behave myself then.”
Checking the display on her phone, she saw that she’d managed to drag herself out of bed only just a little bit past noon. Not too bad for one of her days off, really. Then, after taking a quick shower, and definitely not regretting no longer having to bathe in public, she found herself pacing back and forth in her room as she put together a mental checklist of all the things she still needed to do before Dana came to pick her up that evening.
“Hmmm… Let’s see,” she murmured aloud, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she cast a critical eye around the cramped dorm room she’d been sharing with her friend Abby all semester.
She definitely still needed to pack, but that wouldn’t take too long.
All she really had to do was shove her clothes into her backpack and the duffle bag she’d moved in with as a freshman, and then unplug her computer and wrap up the cables. So that could wait until later, especially since she still wanted to use her laptop that afternoon.
“Honestly, I should probably focus on cleaning up a bit in here first,” she mused as she prodded at a pile of dirty laundry with her big toe, grimacing.
She had a feeling that her aunt Dana might just take a dim view to the pyramid of empty soda cans she and her roommate had been working on for the last month. To say nothing of all the random bits of snack wrappers, crumpled pieces of paper, and dirty clothes that obscured a large portion of their cheap and stained carpet floors.
“Yeah, definitely better take care of that first,” she concluded.
“Unless I want her going ballistic when she gets here.”
Rhen shivered at the mental image that that thought produced, trying hard to hold back a smile as a sensation of nervous anticipation and excitement pulsed between her legs.
With a lopsided grin plastered across her face, she began piling up some of the junk from the floor onto her bed with the intention of sorting it out into what were things she’d need to hold on to for later, and what was just useless trash that she could throw away. To her chagrin, a lot it turned
out to be clothes that she’d been meaning to wash for a while now, and she found herself wishing very much that she had more time to run them down to the little coin-op laundry machines at the end of the hall.
Oh well…
She shrugged to herself then, sighing inwardly.
I guess I’ll just do it at Dana’s tomorrow and save my quarters for snacks.
Heck, maybe her aunt would even do her laundry for her if she asked her nicely? Surely there had to be some perks besides a sore bottom and a heaping helping of humiliation to being her niece, right?
“Well, I suppose there’s all that free room and board stuff,” she snorted, tossing another t-shirt that she’d thought she’d lost forever onto her “to pack” pile. “Not to mention all of the love and attention. That’s not such a bad deal… Hehe.”
After about fifteen more minutes of hyper-focused cleaning Rhen had managed to put a somewhat noticeable dent into the disaster area that was her and Abby’s dorm room. She’d just finished knocking over the Great Soda Pyramid of Giza and had tossed the last of the sticky cans into a trash bag, when a rumble in her stomach had her thinking that maybe it would really be better if she grabbed some lunch first before she kept going. Obviously, she’d be much more efficient if she was working on a full stomach, and her aunt had been commenting just the night before about how worried she was that she wasn’t eating enough.
Or was it eating well enough? Maybe it was both?
Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, Rhen told herself that the cleaning could wait for a bit longer as she slipped on pair of faded socks and a battered pair of sneakers. Then, tossing her trash bag into a corner by the door, she skipped off to the campus cafeteria for a late breakfast/regularly-timed lunch.
—
After picking at some crusty lasagna and then setting it aside in favor of two thick slices of chocolate cake, Rhen was feeling much better.
With her energy now fully restored, she was just about ready to get back to work. She’d returned to her dorm and was starting to sift through the junk pile on her bed again, when she suddenly remembered that she had an assignment for her web design class that she still needed to work on.
It wasn’t due until Monday, true, but it really would be bad if she kept putting it off until the last minute, wouldn’t it?
Aunt Dana did say that studying was supposed to come before anything else, she reasoned while chewing on her thumbnail, conveniently ignoring the context in which that little admonition had been given. I really should do at least some work on it before I forget. There’ll still be plenty of time for cleaning up later, I’m sure.
And so, after borrowing one of Abby’s sodas from her mini fridge, she settled in behind her computer and got to work. However before she could really get into the swing of things, she’d only just pulled up the PDF
for the assignment from her class’s website, she found herself getting distracted again.
Flicking over to another tab, she saw that three of the channels she was subscribed to on YouTube had uploaded new videos since the night before. Staring at their thumbnails, she briefly debated whether or not to watch them later, but after mulling the issue over she decided that it would probably be best if she just watched them now. After all, she didn’t want them distracting her while she tried to focus on her homework, did she?
Rhen felt a guilty twinge of worry flutter inside her stomach at the thought, knowing that watching all three of them back-to-back would eat up the better part of an hour at least, but she did her best to ignore that feeling as she clicked on the first one and cracked open her soda. She’d watch it for a few minutes and then let it play in the background while she got started on her assignment. It would be fine.
Probably.
—
After watching all three videos and scrolling through their comment sections to see if everyone else thought that they were just as awesome as she did, Rhen decided that she really needed something to help her clear her head so that she could focus on her work. And so, she soon found herself playing one or two (or ten) quick rounds of her favorite arena shooter, promising herself that she’d get straight to her homework just as soon as she and her team won one more match.
Unfortunately though, she was on a total hot streak and before long she’d completely lost track of time. The next thing she knew, her stomach was grumbling again, demanding dinner, and she was just toying with the idea of making a quick trip to the dorm vending machines for some cookies when her phone buzzed with a text message from Dana.
[ Hey, cutie pie. I’m on my way. See you soon! ]
Something which brought her crashing right back to reality as she caught sight of what time it was.
“Crap, crap, crap!”
Now in a panic, Rhen bailed out of her game and pulled up her homework PDF, starting to outline database tables just as fast as she could manage. It was way too late to start cleaning now, she knew, but she could at least try and look busy when her aunt showed up in a few minutes.
It’s better than nothing, right?
—
“Knock, knock,” came a familiar maternal voice from behind her door some ten minutes later, pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Rhen, honey, are you in here?”
“Oh!”
Rhen jumped in her seat as her door suddenly swung open, having been caught up in watching a short highlight reel from one of her favorite esports teams as she’d been scrolling through her Twitter feed.
“Um, uh, hey Aunt Dana. How’s it going?”
As she spoke, she surreptitiously moved her mouse cursor to pause her video and switch back over to the PDF with her homework assignment on it, but there was no mistaking the guilty look on her face and the way she kept shifting in her chair.
“Hello, young lady…” answered Dana slowly, dragging out the greeting as she surveyed the messy room and her nervously smiling niece.
She pursed her lips into a disapproving frown then. Somehow she’d had a feeling that things were going to turn out this way. She definitely had her work cut out for her when it came to helping Rhen overcome her procrastination issues, that was for sure.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Almost,” replied the younger girl quickly, shooting to her feet as if she were the very picture of punctual obedience. “I just need to uh… finish packing.”
“Finish?” asked Dana, arching an eyebrow skeptically as she took a
few steps into the room and turned in a slow circle to take it all in. “It looks to me like you haven’t even started yet.”
“Well, uh, I mean…”
Rhen gave a nervous chuckle, rubbing at the side of her neck as she tried (and failed) to find a positive spin to put on things.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I kinda got caught up working on, um… on homework and stuff.”
“Didn’t you tell me that you were ready to go when I texted you earlier this afternoon?” pressed her aunt, keeping her voice steady and calm, but now with that same low, dangerous purr she used whenever she was starting to lose her patience.
Her change in tone definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed by Rhen, who swallowed hard. She’d certainly gotten to know that particular cadence pretty well during that first, and final, day on the job as her assistant.
“I mean, technically, yes I did, but that’s because I kind of am packed… sort of. Mostly. I just have to, you know…”
She gestured weakly at the mound of clothes and other miscellaneous bits of trash she’d piled up on top of her bed before lunch.
“Pack.”
“Uh-huh. And what about the state of this place, hmmm?” cut in her aunt, not even bothering to acknowledge her lame excuses as her nostrils flared. “I know you’re not going to tell me you plan on leaving this place looking like a pig sty for your roommate to pick up all on her own, are you?”
“Of course not!” snapped Rhen, feeling her cheeks flush with heat at all of the embarrassing questions and hard looks she was getting. Not to mention the fact that the door to her room was still wide open and anyone else with theirs open, or who just so happened to be standing out in the hall just then, could easily overhear what was going on. “I was planning on cleaning up after lunch, you see… but then I needed to do some homework, and time just sort of… slipped away from me.”
She shrugged, hoping that appealing to her need to study hard would help defuse the situation.
It didn’t.
“So was that homework you were doing when I walked in here just now?” demanded Dana, planting her hands on her hips and not budging an inch from her spot in front of her niece’s open door. If she thought that she could get away with not having all of her little friends overhear her getting into trouble, then she could think again. “Because it sure looked to me like you were just playing around on your computer, little girl.”
Rhen’s blush deepened to a dark pink then, and she knew she’d lost.
“Well?” pressed her aunt, tapping her foot impatiently.
“Um… No ma’am, it wasn’t,” she mumbled at her shoes, fighting to work some moisture back into her suddenly dry mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmhmm. That’s what I thought.”
With the matter now settled, at least as far as she was concerned, Dana turned toward Rhen’s bed and cleared away a spot in the middle of it to sit on. Once she’d settled onto the edge of her niece’s mattress, she patted her lap expectantly and gave her a hard look.
“Take off those jeans and get over here, Rhen.”
“Oh come on!” whined the younger girl, her hands automatically flying back to clutch her rear end and its snug denim covering.
Oh my god, she can’t be serious.
She threw a pleading look toward her open door and the two or three people she could see watching the drama unfold, her stomach lurching with an unsettling mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she locked eyes with them.
“Can’t we do this later, please?”
Dana just shook her head though, smirking at the way her niece couldn’t even say what she knew was about to happen to her out loud.
No matter, she could do it for her.
“No, we are not going to do this later!” she snapped, slapping her right palm against her thigh and biting back a wince. “You’ve more than earned this spanking, and now you’re going to get it and that’s final!”
“Yes ma’am!” squeaked Rhen, jumping in spite of herself at the noise of her aunt’s hard palm against her soft capris. “But um… can’t I at least shut the door first?”
She jerked her head ever so slightly toward the open hallway then, her face still tomato red, hoping that her aunt would pick up on what she was trying to say and cut her at least a little bit of slack.
She didn’t.
“I’m afraid not, cutie pie,” replied Dana, not sounding the least bit sorry as she flashed her an amused smirk and twisted the proverbial knife.
“I don’t know why you’re complaining so much all of a sudden. It’s not like this is the first time someone else has seen you get your little tushy spanked, now is it?”
“Humph,” pouted Rhen, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring at a bit of trash beside her desk while she tried to ignore the titters of laughter drifting in from the hall. “I guess not…”
“That’s right, it’s not,” agreed Dana with a roll of her eyes. “So quit your whining and get those jeans off. Now. If I have to come over there and do it myself, you are not going to like what happens next, I can promise you that, missy.”
Now that certainly got Rhen’s heart pumping and her hands moving! Clearly her aunt wasn’t going to budge on her decision to spank her. That much was clear from the fiery look in her eyes. And so she decided that the best thing she could do just then was to get this over with as soon as possible before anybody else happened to notice what was going on.
In a flash she had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and half a heartbeat later they were tangled up around her ankles.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!”
Shuffling over to her aunt at a painfully slow pace thanks to the pants wrapped around her calves acting like a pair of makeshift manacles, she tried not to pay attention to all of the snide comments drifting in from the hallway.
“Hah! Little Rhenny’s about to get her bratty buns busted!”
“I knew she was younger than she kept telling us she was.”
“Oooh, that lady looks scary. I sure wouldn’t want to be her right about now.”
“I know right? But doesn’t her little heinie look just adorable in those panties?”
“Oh my god, you’re right, it does!”
“I wouldn’t mind putting her over my knee if I had the chance, hehe.”
Rhen’s face grew even hotter if that were possible as she carefully picked her way across her cluttered floor and over to her aunt’s right side.
At least her back would be to the door in a minute, and once she was over her lap she wouldn’t have to actually see who was taunting her.
“Let’s just get this over with,” she grumbled.
Apparently though, this just wasn’t her night.
“Uh-uh, not so fast,” interrupted Dana, holding up a hand and stopping her in place before she’d made it more than a couple of steps across her messy room. “I said I wanted those jeans off, Rhen.”
That got a fresh chorus of snickering from the peanut gallery outside, and Rhen opened her mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. She was already in enough trouble as it was. There was no sense in making it any worse now. And so, trying to ignore the spikes of anxious humiliation twisting around inside her stomach, she kicked her feet back and forth until she was finally able to send her inside-out jeans flopping hard against the wardrobe behind her.
“There! Happy?” she demanded with a huff.
If she was going to be treated like a little brat, then she figured she might as well indulge herself and brat it up.
Her aunt was more than ready for her though.
“Panties too,” she ordered coolly, pointing down at the floor with a disapproving frown. “And unless you want a taste of my brush before bedtime, I’d ditch the attitude while you’re at it, little girl.”
“Yeah, Rhen,” crooned someone from the open doorframe as she and her friends dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Be a good girl for your mommy!”
“Auntie,” corrected Dana with a mischievous wink, sending the others into even more hysterics.
“I’m waiting,” she added a moment later when it became all too clear that Rhen was frozen with indecision. “Come on now, cutie pie.
We’ve still got things to do tonight, you know.”
Oh god dammit. Me and my big fucking mouth.
Moaning to herself in utter humiliation as she rolled her eyes up toward the dusty drop-ceiling tiles above her head, Rhen clamped down on every urge she had to complain about how totally unfair and unnecessary this all was.
That’s just what she wants me to do too, I bet, she thought to herself with an inward smirk, picking up on the other woman’s game.
She knew full well that her aunt was a big believer in embarrassment being an integral part of her punishment process. She’d told her just as much only two days earlier over dinner, after all. And she knew too that she couldn’t have asked for a more perfect scenario to drive her lesson home with than the one they both found themselves in right then. So instead of complaining further and giving the giggling girls in the hallway more ammunition to tease her with, Rhen just took hold of the waistband of her pastel pink panties with a harrumph.
“Fine. Have it your way, meanie pants,” she grumbled.
Pouting as hard as she possibly could at nobody in particular, she pushed them down off of her hips, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles with a stomp of her foot.
“Happy?”
“Very. Now come here.”
Stepping out of her panties, feeling her heart thundering like a
jackhammer in her chest, Rhen scampered over to her aunt’s side then with her hands clamped over the thick patch of pubic hair between her thighs just as fast as her dignity would allow, abandoning her underwear (along with whatever remained of her old reputation among her peers as a mature college student) in the middle of the floor as she went.
“There we go, that’s more like it,” cooed Dana, nodding in self-satisfaction as she took her firmly by the upper arm and hauled her across her waiting lap. “Upsa-daisy, honeybuns.”
“Oh my god, honeybuns!” squealed someone from the hallway.
“Yes. I love it.”
Dammit. Why didn’t I just clean up when I had the chance?
The beds in Rhen’s dorms were elevated several inches higher than normal to allow room for storing suitcases and other bulky items under them so that they wouldn’t get in the way. As a result, she found herself dangling across her aunt’s wide lap with her hands and feet nowhere near the floor as she was settled into position face down and bottom up across her knees.
“Hang on tight now, cutie pie,” breathed Dana, leaning over to murmur into her ear quietly enough so that only she could hear as she gave her bare left cheek a reassuring squeeze. “You’re in for a bumpy ride.”
“Yes ma’am…” sighed Rhen, feeling her stomach do several flip-flops in a row as she let her body relax across Dana’s knees. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m really sorry.”
“It does, actually. And I want you to know that I’ve already forgiven you,” she replied with a couple light pats as she straightened up, admiring the goosebumps her touch raised on the younger girl’s pale skin.
“But I’m afraid that’s not going to get you out of what you’ve got coming, though.”
“I know…”
“Good girl.”
SMACK! SMACK!
Rhen’s aunt didn’t give her much time to dwell on how she must have looked like a bratty child just then as she lay stretched out across her lap. Nor did she allow her to fully take in the fact that her totally bare bottom was angled right toward the open door behind her, providing the best possible view for the gathered gaggle of girls spying on her just outside
No sooner had she tightened her grip around her waist, than she began to pepper her rear end with hard and fast spanks that made her squeal and squirm.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ah! Oh! Ouch!”
“You should be ashamed of yourself, Rhen Mathews,” she began to lecture as she settled into a punishing rhythm, punctuating certain words with a particularly hard swat or two. “I cannot believe the state of this room. It’s filthy! And of course there’s the fact that you haven’t even started packing yet either. I know you didn’t have any classes today, so what on earth were you doing all this time, hmmm?”
At that moment, Rhen wanted nothing more than to grit her teeth and take her spanking as quietly as possible, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. Her aunt was dead set on extracting answers from her it seemed, and she knew instinctively that she wasn’t going to slow down until she got them.
Unfortunately it was rather hard to concentrate with her cheeks constantly bouncing and stinging, growing all the more uncomfortable with each passing second. The relentless and way too loud SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! of her aunt’s palm against her naked flesh was driving away pretty much any thoughts other than the ones about how much her bottom hurt from her mind just then, which made trying to come up with a believable fib pretty much impossible.
“I’m- Ow! I’m sorry, Aunt- Ack! Dana,” she whined, scissoring her ankles back and forth behind her in a futile attempt to shake off some of the sting from the steady downpour of spanks. “I just got distracted on my computer is all! Owie, owie, owie!”
“Uh-huh,” grunted the other woman, clearly not impressed in the slightest and making her displeasure known with an extra-hard volley of smacks to the backs of her flailing thighs. “And what time did you get to bed last night, hmmm?”
“Ah! L-Late!” gasped Rhen, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she clutched her sheets in a white-knuckled death grip. Holy crap those thigh swats hurt! “Sometime after- Oh! After five, I think.”
“After five?” bellowed Dana, not surprised, but definitely not happy to hear it either. She redoubled her grip around Rhen’s waist then and poured even more strength into the spanks she was dulling out against her
thighs, painting them an angry shade of red all the way down to just above the backs of her knees.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Rhen squealed out the apology in a high-pitched wail, no longer caring for the moment who might overhear her as she fought to endure the agonizing tattoo being beat out against the backs of her legs.
“I should hope so, young lady,” huffed Dana, landing two real zingers back-to-back before shifting her aim up to focus on the undercurves of her niece’s chubby bottom. “Until we can get this whole staying up ‘til all hours of the morning thing under control, your bedtime is nine-thirty on school nights, is that clear?”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay, okay, okay!” Rhen frantically gasped, willing to accept going to bed at just about any time so long as it meant an end to her spanking.
“Good.”
Dana continued to pepper Rhen’s desperately squirming seat with hard smacks for several more minutes as her cries grew more and more shrill and plaintive. She made sure to keep her pace brisk and relentless the whole way through, but varied how hard she actually swatted enough to keep her from getting too comfortable or caught up in a single pattern. And by the time it was all over Rhen’s thighs and her swollen caboose were each sporting a matching shade of fire engine red, and she’d been reduced to a sobbing mess.
“Shhh… There, there,” soothed Dana, giving the girl’s scalded buns a soft caress before rolling her over onto her side and gathering her up into her arms to sit on her lap. “It’s all over now, sweetie.”
Even though part of Rhen wanted nothing more than to put this whole humiliating ordeal behind her and get dressed, the rest of her was far more in need of a warm cuddle just then. And so she clung to her aunt’s soft bosom as she sniffled and sobbed.
After a minute or two of solid crying, letting all of her pent up stress flow out with her tears, she managed to get herself back under control enough to speak coherently. Swiping at her red-rimmed eyes with the back of her left forearm, she looked up at her aunt hopefully as she silently asked if she was forgiven.
Dana just smiled back down at her, all traces of her earlier
disappointment and anger long gone, replaced by nothing but maternal affection and maybe just a little bit of smug satisfaction.
“You ready to start cleaning up?” she asked, tapping a playful forefinger against the tip of her still-sniffly nose.
Not trusting herself to speak without hiccupping out a half-sob quite yet, Rhen just nodded and then hissed as she was set back onto her feet, hands flying back to massage her scorched buns.
Yep. I’m definitely going to be feeling this one for a while… Yeesh!
Her aunt followed after her not a moment later, and still smiling, put a strong hand onto her shoulder and squeezed it gently.
“Then let’s get to it.”
Nodding obediently, Rhen gave one final, heaving sniff, and then stooped down to pick up her discarded pink panties, before being stopped by a light slap to her right cheek.
POP!
“Uh-uh,” chided Dana, gently plucking the cool material from her hands before she could turn them right-side-out again. “You can have these back after you’ve finished packing and cleaning, young lady. Not before.”
“But…” whined Rhen, dancing in place with pent-up frustration as the snickering from outside her door started up again. She could feel a fresh wave of brattiness welling up inside of her despite the throbbing in her still very much naked backside, and it took a supreme effort of will for her not to continue arguing with her aunt.
One spanking was more than enough for one night, she decided.
“No buts, cutie pie,” warmed Dana, quirking a challenging smirk at her pouting niece. She certainly did bounce back quickly from a spanking, that was for sure. “Unless you want your bare butt back over my knee.”
“No thanks,” huffed Rhen, trying to sound more contrite than she actually was, and not quite managing to suppress a grin of her own as she sighed and began to gather up trash and clothes from off the floor.
“Heh, that’s what I thought.”
—
Rhen was amazed at how much faster her chores seemed to get done when she had a second pair of hands helping and a hot and sore bottom to keep her focused. She just hoped that this wouldn’t become a regular thing for her since the boost in performance definitely wasn’t worth the price in her opinion. With her aunt’s help though, they managed to clear away almost all of the clutter from both hers and Abby’s sides of the dorm room in what felt like record time.
There was no way to know for sure who or how many people might have seen or heard her getting spanked, but she had to assume that it had been a lot of them. And all the while they were cleaning and packing, she could hear her fellow dorm buddies snickering as they lingered by her open door, most of them talking loudly enough to one another for her to overhear snippets of their condescending conversations.
“Wow, her butt sure is red.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“She totally deserved it though. I mean come on, five am is way too late for a girl her age to be staying up.”
“Tell me about it. And did you see how messy her room was?”
“Heck, if I had known she was so young, I probably would have spanked her myself that time she was blasting her music so loud you could hear it from the lobby.”
“Oh my god, for sure! Remember how much she swore at you when you told her to turn it down? I think someone is pretty lucky she didn’t get her mouth washed out, hehe.”
Rhen’s ears burned with the shame of it all, each teasing remark sending a fresh twinge of embarrassment roiling around inside her stomach before it wriggled its way down to between her squirming thighs, knowing that any hope she might have had of being thought of as an adult by the people who lived in her dorm was long gone. Whether she liked it or not, she’d been reduced to the role of a bratty teen in their eyes, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
Not that she could really blame them.
She’d certainly acted like it more than enough in the past to sell the idea several times over, and her aunt’s very public discipline session just now had removed pretty much any doubt that might have still been lingering.
She knew too that she was going to be the prime topic of conversation for the rumor mill for a long time to come. Though hopefully some juicy new scandal would rear its ugly head in a couple of days, and they’d move on.
Hah, yeah right.
As if the overheard snatches of conversation weren’t bad enough all on their own, the worst bit of humiliation for Rhen came when her RA suddenly popped into her room some time later while she was on her hands and knees fishing things out from underneath her bed.
“Hi there, Missus uh…”
“Dana Johnson, dear,” her aunt introduced herself, taking the RA’s hand in hers and giving it a firm shake before answering the other question that she knew was on the pretty coed’s lips with a conspiratorial wink.
“I’m Rhen’s… auntie.”
“Ahhh, I see,” came the far too knowing reply from the other girl.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Courtney, her RA”
Rhen swallowed hard as an all new flush that had nothing to do with her current exposure crept up her neck, plastering a lopsided grin across her lips.
She could practically feel Courtney’s eyes staring down with open delight at her ruby red caboose as it bobbed from side to side in front of her. Moreover, judging by the gentle caress of the air conditioning along some of her most intimate parts, she had a sneaking suspicion that she was leaving very little to the imagination just then with her on her knees and her butt up in the air while her torso was wedged underneath her bedframe.
But as much as she hated being in such a compromising position though, it was far easier to hide and pretend that she wasn’t on display as she did her best to reach a skirt that had somehow gotten itself wedged all the way back against the wall than it was to have to meet the other girl’s eye.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, dear,” replied her aunt, never once sounding anything other than smooth and confident as she and the RA watched her struggle and squirm beneath her bed. “I hope we weren’t too loud earlier. Unfortunately my little Rhen here’s room was a total mess, you see, and I felt it was better to take care of things sooner rather than later.”
“Oh not at all,” laughed Courtney, waving a hand dismissively.
“I’ve got two little sisters back home, so I totally know how that goes.
Actually, I just wanted to come by and thank you. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to put this one, and a few others around here as a matter of fact, over my knee.”
“Yes, I can imagine so,” snorted Dana. “Well you can rest assured that she’ll be taking regular trips across my knee in the future. We’ve got a lot of bad habits to work on, that’s for sure. Which reminds me, I don’t know if she’s told you or not yet, but Rhen is going to be moving in with me tonight, so you probably won’t be seeing her again for a while.”
“Ahhh, that’s a bummer!”
“I know, I’m sorry, but I just can’t help but want her all to myself though,” snickered Dana. “But don’t worry, she’ll still be around campus, so I’m sure you’ll run into each other again eventually.”
“Boy, I sure do hope so. She’s a real firecracker, even if she is a bit of a brat.”
“Isn’t she though?” sighed Dana wistfully. “Well, if she ever gives you any trouble in the future, I want you to know that you have my full permission to warm her tush as much as you like.”
“Ooooh, I’ll definitely be sure to keep that in mind, ma’am.
Thanks!”
“Of course, dear.”
Much to Rhen’s horror and burning humiliation, the two of them continued to chat on like old buddies for several more minutes. During that time she’d eventually managed to grab her skirt, and had then pretended to look for other lost pieces of clothing, but after a while she knew that she’d have to face the two smugly smirking women standing behind her. And so, blushing and trying not to think about how she must look, or what they’d just been talking about for that matter, she wriggled back on her hands and knees until her head cleared the gap between her bed and the floor.
“Phew!”
Heaving out a relieved sigh, she used the edge of her mattress to lever herself back up to her feet, and then brushed off several crumbs and bits of lint clinging to the front of her shirt and her knees.
“Bye, Rhenny, I’m going to miss you,” cooed Courtney, swooping in behind her and wrapping her up in a tight hug before she could stop her.
“You behave yourself now, you hear?”
“Oh! I-I’ll do my best, Courtney,” the younger girl squeaked, stiffening and flushing tomato red as her RA surreptitiously groped her sore bottom and chuckled darkly into her ear.
“We’ll see about that, bratty buns.”
Rhen shivered.
Huh… Now I’m kinda bummed I’m moving… Weird.
After spending what was probably far longer than was really necessary to say goodbye, Courtney finally left them alone. And although her visit had been beyond humiliating, and Rhen wasn’t quite sure how literally she’d taken the permission her aunt had given her to spank her in the future if she misbehaved, she at least had the decency to close the door after her as she sashayed out of the room.
Even better, her aunt had been true to her word, and after every piece of scrap paper and cookie wrapper had been thrown away, and the last of her clothes had been stuffed into her backpack and duffle bag, Rhen was allowed to put her jeans and panties back on.
As she was pulling those up however, wincing and hissing at the feel of the elastic waistband of her panties rasping against the backs of her sizzling thighs, she was not at all surprised to find that there was at least one more bit of acute embarrassment still left in store for her that evening as the door to her room flew open once again, and her roommate came flying in talking a mile a minute.
“Oh my god, Rhen! I just heard from Chelsea Stevenson that some girl from our floor got spanked by her mom a little bit ago. Can you believe that? Spanked! Like a little kid! The door was open too and she did it with her bare ass out and everything. Apparently you could totally see her pus-“
Taking in the sight of the older woman standing beside her half-bent-over and unfortunately still very bare bottomed friend, Abby came skidding to a stop with the door open behind her.
“Oh! Um, uh… h-hello…”
“Hello, dear, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Rhen’s auntie Dana.”
