Two weeks by Daria This is a fictional story. It involves spanking and kids. Please do not read if that doesn’t interest you or you are under eighteen. I got the idea for this story from a cyber game I was playing with some one. I wrote out a scene to start off with. The scene only partly matched what the other person had in mind and our thought processes went in different directions. And I fear I disappointed her as I tried to do my part and my impatience gave way. Which is often what happens when I try and do a cyber scene. Thus confirming my tendency to stick to stories. At any rate I looked the scene over and decided I might just have the basis for a story. I’m sure she wouldn’t recognize what we started with, so badly have I butchered the concept. The story is dedicated to another on-line friend who has been very nice to me supportive and understanding of me and my shy insecure nature . Thanks POUT ********************************************************************* My Two Weeks at Aunt Charlotte’s House ********************************************************************** My Aunt Charlotte was strict, all the kids in the family were respectful around her and were careful about what we said and did in her presence. It seemed that when ever parents in our family or our relatives went somewhere, the kids always got dropped off with Aunt Charlotte. I heard more than one time a parent comment how much better behaved the kids were when they came back from Aunt Charlotte’s, and then lament how quickly the kid’s behavior returned to normal once they were back home for a few days. Aunt Charlotte also taught Piano and was tutoring me. She kept a paddle on the piano both to punish her pupils who were silly enough to come to her class unprepared and as a reminder. The reminder I have to tell you was most effective. To see her hand move towards the paddle would concentrate our efforts in a most impressive manner. More than once, a failure to prepare had caused me and other kids to finish our lesson squirming on a sore bottom with a trace of tears drying in our eyes. We would try and concentrate on our lessons at hand as our stinging fannies itched against the hard bench. Summer was the worst as we would sometimes sweat after a spanking and the itch was even more pronounced. I hasten to not leave you with the wrong impression Aunt Charlotte was and still is, a warm loving person who cared deeply for the young charges placed in her care. It was rare to get a serious spanking at Aunt Charlotte’s usually a good, tanning of the bottom was quite sufficient to carry the message she wished to impart. Though it was understood that lying or stealing or any such deceptive practice would leave the perpetrator of such foolishness howling their lungs out. Aunt Charlotte was an equal opportunity spanker and quite unconcerned for our modesty. Her feelings were that girls didn’t get any special breaks and that if your bare bottom was exposed and paddled in front of others, well that was your look out wasn’t it? “After all if you had behaved then there wouldn’t have been any problem. Isn’t that right?” She would announce firmly to any one who protested. One summer when I was eleven I spent almost two week with Aunt Charlotte. As the fates would have it My Cousins Chris who was my age, and of great interest to me, and his sister Susie who was four years younger were also staying over while all our parents went off somewhere. During the course of the two weeks other kids were dropped off for lesser periods of time. One day when I had finished my piano lesson and was waiting for dinner time. I sat down on the sofa, kicked off my shoes and opened a book to study. I was still a bit shaken, I knew full well that a few more missed notes and my fanny would have been warmed. I was lucky, I hadn’t practiced and had lied to Aunt Charlotte about practicing. But it seemed I had gotten away with it. A few minutes later Jennifer came for her lesson. Jennifer was sixteen and a Sophomore in High school. She was on the Junior Varsity cheer squad. She was beautiful and to my way of thinking everything I hoped to be when I reached the lofty level of High School. Jennifer was slim with slim legs filling out her 5’ 3” frame, She had long blond hair, and a bright sunny smile. Dark green eyes that seemed to shine and have a life of their own. She was always nice to me with I appreciated deeply. Jennifer sat down at the bench and began playing. She was playing far better than anything I had heard. It soon became evident that Aunt Charlotte was not as impressed. I tried to ignore the conversation and the questions Aunt Charlotte keep asking Jennifer. Jennifer’s unhappiness was evident. “Did you study?” Aunt Charlotte inquired. “Yes, well some anyway, all I could.” Jennifer stammered her voice losing confidence as she spoke. Some more playing and a subtle shaking of Aunt Charlotte’s head that I caught out of the corner of my eye told me Jennifer was in dangerous waters. I had never seen some one as old as Jennifer get into trouble so I was intrigued by what was happening. “How much did you practice?” Demanded our teacher. Jennifer waited a few seconds before she responded. “ I didn’t, I just couldn’t find the time, I tried to, really I did.” “Jenny it’s been a week since your last lesson, you could have found the time if it was important enough to you. Your parents are paying good money for these lessons and your lack of effort cheats them.” Aunt Charlotte waited a few seconds and I held my breath for what must be coming next. “ I warned you about not taking these lessons seriously, didn’t I?” Aunt Charlotte demanded. I heard Jennifer mutter her agreement. “And I told you what was going to happen.” Again Jennifer muttered something. My head filled with wonder and I felt my tummy tighten like when ever the subject of spanking comes up. I looked up from my book trying not to be too obvious that I was watching. Neither Aunt Charlotte or Jennifer paid me the slightest bit of attention. With out a word they reversed roles and Aunt Charlotte sat down with her back to me and facing the piano. She reached over and undid the buttons on Jennifer’s jeans while Jennifer’s arms were at her side, her fingers rubbing together against the soft fabric of her faded blue jeans. A look of unhappiness moved across her clouded face. I watched as Jennifer’s jeans were slid down and she was pulled effortlessly over Aunt Charlotte’s lap. A movement, and Jennifer’s panties were pulled down. Soon the distinctive sounds of a wood paddle meeting a bare bottom echoed in the living room. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Jennifer wiggled and squirmed on Aunt Charlotte’s lap. WHAP, SMACK, SWAT, SPANK I could see Jennifer’s face turning as red as I imagined her bottom must be turning. Her feet drummed on the carpet as the paddle smacked against her bottom. She made the strangest sounds that I’ve ever heard from someone getting a spanking. “cooocooooccoooo” SMACK, “cocococococo” SPANK “I expect you to come to my class prepared, your social life better not be more important than my class, do you understand me Jennifer?” “yyyeessssss” SMACK “Yessssscccccooooooo” SPANK Notttmmooorreee” Sensing she had made her point Aunt Charlotte let fly with four more swats that made me wince and look back at my book quickly. SPLAT SMACK SPANK SWAT Jennifer’s back arched and she let out one long squeal. “GGGGoooooooooooooNNNNNNOOOOOO” And it was over. Aunt Charlotte Placed her paddle back on the piano and Jennifer was let up from Aunt Charlotte’s lap and just like I had to a few weeks ago she was made to sit down at the piano with her panties at her knees and her jeans slipping to her ankles. She was given a very short minute to compose herself and then the lesson continued. I knew what it felt like when her hot bare bottom made contact with hard wood of the piano bench. Jennifer finished her lesson paying all the attention to the notes and the keyboard she could manage. Once or twice she shifted uncomfortably on the hard wood seat. I watched with wonder when the lesson was completed and Jennifer was allowed to stand. She bent over and pulled up her jeans and panties with her back toward me. Her red bottom gave me all the evidence I needed to confirm she had gotten a thorough paddling. She thanked Aunt Charlotte for the piano lesson and then as was required, for the spanking. Then she was allowed to go home, where I expected she would be sure to set aside some study time over the next week. I sure would have. I confess I was a bit bratty and smart mouthed for the first two days at Aunties and had been warned several times. To that point I hadn’t been spanked, but we all knew I was pushing my luck. It seems sometimes you can be on a collision course with disaster and though you don’t want it to happen, for some reason you just keep plowing ahead. That was the way it was with me that week. We were having spaghetti the third night and I was wearing a bib as a punishment because of my careless table manners. I hated the bib and my cousins made fun of it . For the last two days Aunt Charlotte brought a wood ruler to the dinner table and placed it near her. It looked very much like a paddle. I’d been sneaking long looks at it when I thought she wasn’t watching, I was afraid to ask why it was there, but I knew why. I didn’t have to be told. It was for me if I pushed any farther. I pushed the bib to one side, earning me a stern look from Auntie. She didn’t say a thing and I decided to leave it aside. When Chris asked me to pass the pepper I slid it down the long table and knocking against a plate in the middle of the table causing a loud clang and for a half a second I suspected it was going to break. I thought I saw Aunt Charlotte’s hand move toward the ruler. Then I smiled. “Sorry” I offered, escaping for the moment. I began talking and carrying on, and as it was bound to, it happened. A slop of spaghetti and meat sauce fell off my fork and onto my new soft blue dress. Right in the middle where the bib would have gone. I looked down in horror at the offending mess. Aunt Charlotte was almost immediately at my side and with one motion she pulled my dress over my head and almost flew into the kitchen leaving me sitting there in surprise, clad only in my panties and tennis shoes, while she tried to keep the dress from staining running it under cold water. I sat at the table trying to act natural and unconcerned in front of my cousins. “You’re going to get it now.” Susie chimed with the same interest I had felt watching Jennifer get her spanking. “Am not.” I responded sure she was right. I was going to get it. I played with my food for a few minutes listening to the water run and Aunt Charlotte trying to keep my dress from staining. Chris and Susie went back to eating making only a small effort to not look interested in what was going to happen. The water stopped running and I saw through the door Aunt Charlotte look at the dress and hang it up to dry on a hook. I knew that what ever was going to happen was not far off. She came out of the kitchen passed her chair not even slowing down while she picked up the small wood paddle. I shrunk back in my chair as she approached. “Daria, stand up.” Aunt Charlotte ordered in a steady voice. I decided this was not the time for any resistance. I stood up fully aware of being dressed only in my light tan cotton panties that had seen better days and were worn at the edges and more than a bit too small for me. I hung my head as I stood up, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. Aunt Charlotte sat down and pulled me to her side. She gave me a lecture on taking care while eating and not being thoughtless. As she talked her hand holding the paddle was against my fanny and she was containing me securely against her leg. I could feel the hard wood of the paddle and her fingers through my thin panties as they pressed against my bottom. Her lecture finished she pulled me across her lap. She pulled down my panties as I covered my face with my hands, trying to be brave and not cry before the spanking even started. She adjusted me forward on her lap. I became aware off the softness of her dress and her firm left hand on my waist holding me securely in place. The small paddle popped off my fanny with a stinging swat. “Daria, are you going to be more careful?” Aunt Charlotte asked. As the small paddle connected with my bare fanny twice more in quick succession. “Oh, yes ma’am.” I assured her. I looked under the chair and back at my legs dangling from her lap. I watched as my panties slid down to my ankles. POP, POP, POP, I squeezed my eyes tightly and grabbed onto the legs of the chair. SLAP, POP, SPANK, “Ouchieee” POP SPANK, “Oeeeeee” Then with a quick flurry of three more. SWAT SPLAT POP She completed my punishment. As soon as the last swat landed she reached under my arms and lifted me off her lap. With one sweep I was back sitting on my chair. My panties were at my ankles and except for the cover of the table I was fully exposed to my two cousins. I rubbed the back one hand across my eyes to wipe away the tears. I crossed my ankles and as I did I felt my panties slide to the floor. Aunt Charlotte returned to her chair and looking at me she said firmly. “Finish your dinner.” And with that I began picking at my plate. My two cousins were excused from the table first and with the exception of Chris trying to take a look where he shouldn’t I was spared any more embarrassment. When I finished I was allowed to stand up and retrieve my panties which I hastened to place back on as quickly as I could. Then I had to go into the kitchen and wait for my dress to dry. The kitchen was a warm friendly place and as usual full of good smells from the baking and sweets that were being prepared on an almost non stop basis. Aunt Charlotte spared no effort to see that there were always goodies to spoil us with. I became comfortable even though I was still clad only in my panties. It really wasn’t so bad, my cousins had disappeared and it was just Auntie and me. Then as usual my curiosity got the better of me and I reached to take a finger full of chocolate frosting from a pan. It was a bit too far and over it went as I pulled my chocolate covered finger away. It clanged onto the floor and as she picked it up and with a quick swipe of her towel wiped up the mess I heard. “Hands on knees.” I knew what she meant. Sometimes if a chair is not readily available or she didn’t care to be bothered we were made to bend over putting our hands on our knees to take our spanking. If there is one thing Aunt Charlotte won’t tolerate is any delay or attempt to avoid a punishment. More than once I’ve gotten extra swats for not as she puts it ‘cooperating’ so I quickly put my hands on my knees and out stuck my sore fanny protected only by my slight panties that were about to get some more wear and tear applied to their life. I looked down at the floor miserably and watched the chocolate run from my fingers and down my bare leg. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to taste it. SMACK “Ooowwww that hurt” I protested, at the unexpected extent of the sting. “It supposed to hurt.” She answered clearly annoyed at my behavior. SWAT SPANK, SWAT “OUCH” SMACK SPANK I began to take my hands off my knees and a firm hand on my back kept me in place. SMACK SPLAT SWAT “Owwwiiieeee” WHACK, “OOOOO” SPLAT Aunt Charlotte put down the paddle and placed her hand on my shoulder. I stood up crying and Aunt Charlotte pulled me close to her and with a damp cloth cleaned my finger and wiped my leg clean of the chocolate. She gave me a comforting hug and placed me on a kitchen stool. I winced slightly as my fanny made contact with the seat. Through the clouds of my wet tears I watched her scoop some of the chocolate into a small dish and with a spoon she handed it to me. “Daria, next time, just ask. Don’t just take, ask.” I looked at my Aunt. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” She patted my head and placed her arm around my shoulders comforting me. “I know you are dear, I know.” We sat talking for fifteen or so minutes, nothing special, just talk as she showed a genuine concern for my childish interests . I knew I was forgiven and that always makes me feel better. Then she said my dress was dry, and slipped over it my head. I skipped from the kitchen happily, feeling loved and cared for. I hope she doesn’t find out about the cigarettes I swiped. Awww, not to worry they’re hidden.