Heather entered the front room far too sheepishly for my liking, I asked “Why are you home early, Heather?” her reply “there was a fire alarm and the manageress sent us home”, she shuffled on her feet, head bent and it was almost whispered. Not to be thwarted by her explanation, I queried “why would you be sent home if a fire alarm had gone off? Was it a test to see if the staff knew where the assembly point is? Did the fire department attend?” She stammered her answer, “it was just a test, don’t think the fire brigade came”. Once more her explanation seemed unreal, “Answer me this Heather, if it was just a test there would be no reason to send you home, you evacuate the building to the nearest assembly point whilst they check everyone has done as they should then you return to work. Why would the manageress tell you to go home after only half a day?” The shuffling started again, her eyes glancing downwards, her foot kicking an imaginary stone on the carpet. She knew she had lied, she knew she was in trouble but still she could not force herself to admit her wrong doing!
Her mistake, I gave her ample opportunity to admit why she was in front of me now, instead she mumbled about the fire alarm again. I saved her from further digging a large hole, “Heather, your manageress telephoned me,” looking up to see her expression, she knew, she knew that all had been digressed to me during that telephone conversation, she knew she couldn’t get herself out of that hole no matter what she said, she knew as I sat before her that some sort of discipline was about to take place. What she didn’t know was that I had found her secret hiding place, I knew the whole truth but the fact of the matter is; she is my niece the right course of action would be to involve the police but that which runs through our veins making us relatives plays havoc with your mind, to not call them; the manageress would mean I am no better than Heather, it would mean I am an accessory, the turmoil that this girl is putting me through is enough to make you go mad.
I determine that two wrongs do not make a right, she will be punished for lying to me, she will be punished for thinking she could get away with it, she will be punished for her blatant disregard of what is right! I inform her that she is going over my knee for a spanking, she protests “but Auntie I am too old for that now!” it falls on deaf ears, “you are never too old and I would say it is justified given the circumstances in which I find myself.” Reluctantly, she places herself over my knee, my hand raises and falls on the seat of her dress, I continue for a while before I fold the dress neatly on her back and my hand lands with a different noise over her half slip, it slides a little on the satin material, with each spank that lands it seems to push the slip up, it slides smoothly back down as my hand leaves her bottom. I lift her slip, revealing her little satin panties the colour is a pale turquoise matching her dress perfectly, below the seam her bottom glows a shade of red. The spanks land across her panties and half on them, half on the bare bit of bottom that is peeking out from below them. Soon I pull her pants down, she tries to protest, at this stage that is a battle she will not win at all. My mind is set on punishing her and as I look at her naked red bottom, there are two white skin lines on each cheek where the seam of her panties has protected that one little area, my arm goes back, my hand comes down hard and fast in order to make her whole bottom red.
During her time over my knee, I lecture her constantly about what she has done, how it affects us both, I didn’t use that old cliche of “it’s going to hurt me far more than you!” that was not the intention at this stage, no, indeed I was intent on ensuring she learnt her lesson, as I reached for a slipper it landed with a satisfying noise, she jumped and little “ow-ch!” sneaked from her fused lips, it landed again and once more she yelped. I informed her this slipper wasn’t the stingiest, that would come later, as I continued to bring the slipper down on her bare bottom after a few dozen whacks, I picked up another slipper and brought this down, again she jumped and a “yip!” exuded from her. After I used a couple more slippers on her, I told her to stand, her hands instinctively went to her bottom rubbing it, trying to ease her pain and take away the reddeness, it is an ineffective procedure but she had to try. I re-positioned the straight back chair, picked up my ebony hairbrush, she watched me do so, as she exasperated “please, Aunty not the hairbrush, it hurts so much!” I now seated in the chair, looked up at her “my dear, if you see fit to lie, steal and expect there to be no repercussions you are sadly mistaken” I pointed to my lap, there was no need to tell her, she knew.
As she lay over my knee, I pulled up her dress, her slip and her panties came down, when she pulled them up I had no idea but this punishment was being administered on her bare bottom, no clothing, no panties, no protection would get in the way of what, if we are honest knew had to be done! My arm went back, coming down full force as the hairbrush met her bottom, a dulled sound emanated from the wood meeting skin, she jumped, a sharp yelp left her lungs, her legs crossed and un-crossed in a vain attempt to dispel the pain coursing from her bottom through her body. Several more times I landed the hairbrush upon her posterior, each time she jumped and yelped. “Please, Aunty it hurts, I am sorry” she whimpered. “Exactly, what are you sorry about, Heather?” She caught her breath, “lying, stealing, upsetting you…please no more” she yammered. “That’s all well and good my dear but I will determine when you have had enough, you are in no position to dictate your fate!” The hairbrush swung back and down, this time I upped the speed of it’s descent ensuring she felt each and every one of them.
Once I deemed she had received sufficient and her apology was accepted, I told her to get up off my knee go to her room and don her nightie, “I do not wish to see you face down here until morning!” Heather left snivelling and rubbing her bottom.
It doesn’t end here, for we have the auditors looking into the theft in the department store, the manageress says she will inform me as soon as they determine the outcome and evidence has been found. I’m afraid I will have to take Heather and her secret stash to the store and ensure Heather explains herself, from here who knows what will happen to Heather, for now she is in bed lying with her bottom out from under the covers, hoping the cool night air will ease some of her pain and the heat.
This time the trousers were down, thus ensuring each recipient had less protection!
