For a Flower III: Gwen
by Horizon
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THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT DO
NOT READ THIS. If you do not like spanking stories, do not
read this. Fair warning given.
Thanks all for the favorable comments on my first story. I
was encouraged to try a sequel. I hope you enjoy it.
The characters in this story were developed in "For a Flower
I" and "For a Flower II." It is recommended that your read
those first.
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For a Flower III: Gwen
Dagmar Swenson and Alice Thornsley locked their mall
purchases in the trunk of Dagmar's Chevy and headed over to
the high school to pick up Gwen Swenson. Earlier they had
dropped her off as it was the night of the freshman ball and
Gwen was too young to have a driver's license.
Gwen was a trim 5 foot 6 inches tall with pale blue eyes
that shone almost gray. She was well toned from her
activity on the varsity volleyball team which had left her
thighs muscled but not unattractively so. Her girlish butt
had benefited from the exercise by adding muscle and
definition and it stuck out in a most attractive fashion.
She had worn her light brown hair up and away from her
lovely face which emphasized her fine features and peaches
and cream complexion. Hours earlier, after her interminable
primping, Dagmar and Alice had dropped Gwen off at the
school complex. Gwen had been on top of the world in her new
halter back dress and pretty accessories. It had been a
struggle but she finally had convinced her mother to let her
buy a lovely gown for the dance. Dagmar was not happy with
the style as she thought it was too grownup and pehaps too
revealing although, as these things go it was fairly
conservative. Her main problem with the dress is that Gwen
would not be wearing a bra because, not even a low back
brassiere would work under the backless dress. Also, while
Gwen was not hugely endowed she was a 34 B on a trim frame
and there was a jiggle factor to consider. Consider the
effect of her new high heals adding to her stature and her
girlish sway, and Gwen was the bomb!
Dagmar and Alice pulled the Chevy up to the auditorium at
the pre arranged time of 10:30 PM. They entered the foyer
and made small talk while they waited for Gwen. By 11:00 PM
Dagmar was starting to get nervous. Gwen knew better than
to keep her mother waiting « hour.
Dagmar and Alice began to search for Gwen. They checked the
corridors and the concession stand; they peaked into the
gymnasium trying to spot her on the dance floor while
keeping a low profile. No Gwen. Then Dagmar noticed the
cloak room was unattended. She decided to step inside to
see if she could spot Gwen's wrap. She and Alice were very
familiar with the school layout having had several children
matriculate and having attended various community functions
that used the facilities. Thus, they did not even break
stride as, Dagmar, with Alice shadowing her as usual,
stepped into the cloak room and reached out for the familiar
light switch.
As she flicked on the light Dagmar gasped; Alice, ever
alert, stood on tip toes and peered over her shoulder in
full parrot mode. There in the privacy of the cloak room,
behind the second rack of coats, was Gwen and the Rogers
boy, Phillip. They were locked lip to lip and Phillip Rogers
had his hand in a very indelicate place on Gwen's bust and
was doing his damnedest to find a way to insert his hand
around the side of the halter and Gwen was not complaining.
At the light, they started and jolted apart. Gwen's
eyebrows shot up and her eyelids opened to their fullest
extent and then some, as she realized her mother was
standing there. Gwen, managed to croak "mom!" which was
very difficult as she was in the middle of an involuntary
inhalation. Phillip turned ashen. Dagmar looked as though
she could fry an egg on her forehead. Alice, still on
tiptoes, head visible over Dagmar's shoulder, was making
disapproving clucking sounds and turning her head from side
to side in a scanning
motion, missing nothing.
"Phillip Rogers, don't you have some place else to be right
now?" Which Phillip immediately understood to mean " run
like hell, Phillip, if you want to live..." Accordingly,
with a gentle squeeze of Gwen's hand in unspoken apology and
sympathy, Phillip made his escape doing his best to keep
more than an arm's length distance between himself and
Dagmar. "Yes mam, good night Mrs. Swenson, good night Mrs.
Thornsley."
"Umm Mom, I was just coming to get my wrap and meet you."
said Gwen.
"Gwendolyn Marie (uh oh, both names), was that what Phillip
was doing, helping you on with your wrap? Seemed just the
opposite to me Did you not promise to meet me at 10:30 PM?
Did we not discuss this young lady, the fact that you are
too young to date and that this was a *dance* and that you
were just going to *dance*?" said Dagmar, with pointed
emphasis.
"Oh, Gwendolyn." Said Alice, I am so disappointed in you",
Alice chimed in, burying Gwen even deeper.
Gwen gritted her teeth. "But mom ."
"Enough, Gwendolyn Marie, I'll make a better *impression* on
you when we get home and I will correct your behavior."
Gwen knew she meant to make an impression on her backside.
Dagmar wisely cut off the conversation, as she needed time
to chill. The ride home was silent except for Alice's
fanning the flames:
"Oh Gwen, I thought you had more sense. You deserve a good
hair brushing young lady."
"It's bad enough you were late and we were worried."
"Dagmar, are your going to spank her and ground her or just
ground her?"
"Dagmar, remember, she has a volleyball game tomorrow, try
not to leave any marks below her uniform shorts."
"Will she still be playing in the game?" Etc, etc.
Gwen ground her teeth so hard she could hear the noise
inside her head. She was afraid she would crack a molar.
Finally they arrived home just as Dagmar's white knuckles
began to regain color as she gripped the Chevy's wheel.
This was a good thing as Dagmar never disciplined in anger.
Out of the car, through the back door, up the back steps and
into the kitchen of the Swenson's first floor tenement they
went because, no one but company ever used the front door.
They found themselves in the kitchen. Gwen tried to explain
but quickly realized there was no escape and every word made
it worse. What could she say, kissing boys isn't so bad? I
didn't notice what he was doing with his hand? It's
perfectly normal to spend time in the cloakroom with the
light off? Eventually, she just stood quietly in the center
of the kitchen with her eyes downcast.
As expected, Dagmar told Gwen she was going to get "what
for". "Right, let's get on with it, Gwendolyn Marie" said
Dagmar. "Wrap". Alice ever helpful busied herself with
fetching hangers from the kitchen closet. As Gwen was about
to hand the wrap to Dagmar she intercepted it and placed it
on the hanger.
"Please mom, not in front of Auntie Alice?" said Gwen
although she knew it was pointless to ask.
"Don't be silly Gwen. Your aunt has seen you naked
thousands of times, changed your diapers and has given you
many a bare bottomed spanking herself when you needed it and
were in her care. It won't be the first time someone has
seen you get what for-remember Mr. Anderson down at the
supermarket when you tried to shoplift that lipstick. (Gwen
shuddered, she remembered vividly) Besides, Auntie is
*family*and perhaps an audience will make a longer lasting
impression on you. You can thank your lucky stars you
didn't get it on the spot in the cloakroom."
"Let me help you with that gown," said the ever helpful and
oh so sweet Alice. Alice began to unfasten her gown and
bring the halter forward off her shoulders hanger at the
ready when suddenly she exclaimed, "Gwendolyn! Is that a
*hickey* on your neck?"
"F***ing b-i-t-c-h" hissed Gwen drawing out the"bitch" so
that it seemed to be more than one syllable. Though she felt
provoked, she knew what a mistake it was and she immediately
regretted that remark and even blushed as she had been
brought up not to use such language.
Before she could even apologize, Dagmar grabbed Gwen by the
shoulders and spun her around. Her strong hands grasped
Gwen at her chin and base of her skull and firmly bent the
girl to her inspection and to better light. Gwen's halter
dropped to her waist baring her breasts but she was so off
balance she could not even attempt to cover herself. Sure
enough, Phillip had left a calling card. "GWENDOLYN!! What
were you thinking? Dagmar asked rhetorically. You're going
to have a very hard time sitting down this week, girl. And
when I have finished lighting a fire on your behind, your
Aunt will see to it that you pay the price for that last
remark."
Feeling clearly involved in the punishment now, Alice
stepped forward and began to help Dagmar strip Gwen out of
her gown. Fasteners were quickly undone and Gwen was
stepping out of the gown she had been so happy to wear
earlier. She stood topless now in the kitchen, directly
under the fluorescent ceiling light as Dagmar got her out of
her heels. Having hung up the gown neatly, Alice stepped in
and quickly tugged down her panty hose and panties. As
Alice was down on one knee her face was directly level with
Gwen's pubic area. Alice looked at the well defined soft
brown curls and remarked, "Oh Dagmar look how nicely she has
trimmed her bikini area."
She had indeed and Dagmar looked right between Gwen's legs
to observe the dainty appearance and the short curls that
just partly shielded the labia from view. "And to whom did
you intend on showing that, young lady."
"MOTHER!" exclaimed Gwen, truly shocked, as her face turned
very red.
Gwen was now naked except for her earrings. Alice dragged
a straight backed kitchen chair to the ready. Dagmar
ordered Gwen to place her hands on the seat of the chair.
Her posterior was pointed directly at the doorway that led
to the rest of the house. Anyone who entered the kitchen
would be met by the sight of Gwen in her all together.
Dagmar, who always thought a little humiliation made a more
lasting impression on the punished, thought some aspect of
Gwen's embarrassment could be improved upon and so she said,
"Wait a minute my little sophisticate, we're forgetting
something." And with that, Gwen was made to put her heels
back on and resume her position. The heels raised her calf
muscles and stretched the back of her thighs. Alice crossed
her arms and observed, "Oh, yes Dagmar, that would indeed be
a more meaningful position, and look how it raises up her
derriere to a more accessible angle for punishment."
"Alice, said Dagmar, would you be a dear and lend me the
hairbrush from your purse." Alice always carried a
hairbrush in case her children needed discipline so they
could receive it on the spot without delay. She was a firm
believer in swift and public punishment.
"Goodness, I am sorry, Dagmar. "I don't have it today. I
am not out with my children and I never thought that Gwen
would need such punishment, she has always been so sweet."
Then without noticeable pause, Alice reached behind her to
the strainer and grasped a spatula. It was 14 inches long
with the flat end bent away at 30 degrees. The business end
had seven elliptical holes in it, equally spaced over 360
degrees for drainage. It had a wooden handle riveted to the
stainless steel core. "Will this do, Dagmar?" said Alice,
in her sweetest, most saccharin voice as she offered her
sister in law the tool.
Dagmar flexed the spatula against her palm, feeling the
natural springiness. "Nicely.", she said. Earlier she had
used it to fix hamburgers for her family; this evening she
would use it to fix Gwen's buns, she observed to herself
wryly.
"Stay still Gwendolyn," said Dagmar.
Dagmar positioned herself behind and to the left of Gwen and
contemplated her target. Gwen waited for an eternity with
her palms pressed to the seat of the chair. It was difficult
for her to balance wearing heels and she was forced to
spread her shapely legs apart which completely exposed her
from the rear. Her breasts hung down from her torso. The
position pulled her leg muscles taught and raised and
separated the globes of her rear while making it difficult
for her to tense her buttocks in defense. The extra
elevation of the heels raised her gorgeous round butt to the
perfect angle for impact. She remained in place as
ordered, as best she could; her mouth was dry and the blood
pounded in her ears. Her face became flushed as her mind's
eye saw how she would look to anyone who happened into the
kitchen. She knew an audience was a distinct possibility as
the five Swenson children had all seen each other spanked
many times over the years and the presence of an audience
had never
resulted in a stay of execution to date. Spankings, once
earned, were given without regard to who was around. Dagmar,
and it was the same at Alice's house, always felt that
sibling children merely witnessing a spanking were inspired
to behave.
Dagmar rested the blade lightly against Gwen's left cheek,
who inhaled sharply at the unexpected cool touch. Then, she
drew back her arm carefully measuring the distance and let
the first blow.
Thunk. Gwen gasped. A peculiar resonance was heard from the
unusual tool. It was a relatively light impact as Dagmar
gauged the power of the unfamiliar tool. It left a peculiar
rectangular witness mark on Gwen's left cheek with the seven
drainage holes showing up as white flecks in a field of
deepening red. Dagmar drew back again, a little farther this
time. Thunk. "Oooh" said Gwen. Having gotten the feel of
it, Dagmar drew back still farther. Thunk "Yeow" yelped
Gwen.
Now zeroed in, Dagmar applied the tool to the right cheek.
Thunk. "Yeow" Thunk. Thunk. Dagmar left red marks on
Gwen's right cheek. "Ow. Oww." Gwen acknowledged each visit
of the blade.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. "And now that I have your undivided
attention young lady " Dagmar launched into her lecture
punctuated with crisp application of the spatula Thunk..
Thunk. What did I ..Thunk. Tell you (begins to alternate
cheeks) .Thunk .about personal responsibility .Thunk .too
young Thunk. Foolish girl ..Thunk .horny boys Thunk ..too
young to date Thunk you promised .Thunk .10:30 PM Young
lady, means .Thunk
Each impact extracted a sharp yelp from Gwen, whose tears
were flowing from a combination of embarrassment and a well
whacked behind.
Dagmar noted that the angle of the blade, which bent it back
away from Gwen relative to the center line of the shaft, and
the arc of her arm, resulted in the impact marks "drifting
to the right". That is, the redness on Gwen's left cheek
was much closer to the crack while on her right cheek, the
impact marks left a horizontal white area on the cheek where
it sunk into her crevice. Being by nature thorough, Dagmar
simply moved to the bent over Gwen's right thereby reversing
the phenomenon and allowing Dagmar to apply backhand strokes
to the lovely twin globes in front of her.
Thunk .and Phillip of all people Thunk how can I look his
mother in the face again Thunk . You thunk will be the talk
of the neighborhood thunk what will the thunk Reverend
Pilsen say thunk when he hears about thunk how can I go to
church now?..thunk .
"Ow .yeow .ouch .Ah-oww ", Gwen responded to each smack. A
large area of Gwen's beautiful behind had now been painted
red, and she felt the burning as each additional smack added
to the flames.
Thunk,,,,,thunk .thunk thunk .
Ow .ye-oww aach unh-ow
She began to hop about involuntarily, bringing first one
foot off the floor, then the other. She kept her palms
stuck fast to the seat of the chair, as she knew she must,
but could not help but side step away from the direction the
blows were coming from the result was she pivoted around the
chair away form Dagmar.
"Gwendolyn, if you don't stay still, it will get worse"
barked Dagmar.
Ever helpful Alice stepped in and placed one hand under Gwen
and grasped her hip bone while the other snaked over her
back and under to grab the opposite hip. "Now Gwen stand
still and take your punishment like a big girl," said Alice
with saccharin concern. With Gwen thus repositioned and
steadied, Dagmar's spatula resumed its landings on Gwen's
round derriere. Alice held onto the girl keeping Dagmar's
target in range while Gwen endured the blows with sobs and
tears. Just then Arthur, Gwen's brother, walked in through
the kitchen door. The sight presented to him caught his
breath and froze him in his tracks. There, directly in
front of him and pointed directly at him was a lovely
teenaged girl's posterior which was glowing red. Dagmar
stood off to the right applying the spatula with backhand
precision worthy of tennis pro while his auntie Alice held
poor Gwen fast and appeared to be aiming Gwen's most private
holes at him like a bazooka.
Thunk thunk thunk .thunk thunk .thunk thunk Dagmar applied
the spatula with great precision to Gwen's quivering globes.
Gwen hopped and "ouched" in time with the blows. She was
aware that someone else had come in to the kitchen and was
witness to her humiliation and she felt her face burn with a
blush that spread all the way to her ears.
Thunk she hopped in recoil, Thunk now on one foot,
thunk now both feet leaving the ground as she keenly felt
each sting. Thunk..thunk
Arthur forced himself to move his eyes away from the
intimate display and continued to the refrigerator in search
of the root beer he had originally sought. He knew he was
not in trouble for seeing Gwen get "what for" but he wanted
to maintain normalcy so as to call the least attention to
him as possible. It was always wise to maintain a low
profile in such Swenson situations lest one remind Dagmar of
some offense and catch a dose themselves. Arthur grasped
his root beer and turned quickly and deliberately to retrace
his steps and escape the situation but not before he glanced
furtively at the sight. Lovely Gwen had palms firmly on the
chair seat supporting her weight, while her hair, once up,
was now half coming down in haphazard stands, her lovely
breasts pointed down and swayed and bounced with her
exertions and her clear unblemished skin covered the expanse
of her gracefully arched back that led to her hips with her
beautifully round buttocks presented perfectly for the kiss
of the spatula. Arthur said nothing and avoided all eye
contact and retreated to the living room.
Thunk and if you ever thunk .thunk .this will seem like a
walk in the park compared to next time.
And with that, Dagmar finally stopped. It felt like a
lifetime to Gwen who remained in position sobbing until
released. Dagmar allowed her to compose herself for several
minutes and then ordered her to the corner. Gwen stood her
shift in the corner, forbidden to rub, and was acutely aware
of the burning heat emanating from her buns and of how she
must look to those in the room. It was embarrassing for Gwen
to hear Dagmar and Alice discuss the intimate details of
Gwen's misbehaviors and punishments, past and present, while
they observed, and commented upon, the effects of their
latest discipline which shone so red in front of them.
After 20 minutes Dagmar said, "Gwendolyn, you may come into
the center of the room and receive the rest of your
punishment from your aunt now." Gwen gasped, "No. Please,
no more. I am really sorry auntie " Even as she new it was
useless, even as she walked towards the center of the room
to present herself to her aunt for punishment.
Part 2.
Gwen's feet turned to lead and she could barely walk towards
her aunt. "Please auntie, I didn't mean it. Mom, this is
so embarrassing. Haven't I learned my lesson yet?"
"How dare you, little girl? You have humiliated your whole
family. I have half a mind to invite Phillip Rogers' mother
over to witness your punishment, how would you like that?
Gwendolyn, you should be embarrassed about your behavior,
not its correction. And how did you treat your poor aunt
who has always been there for you? Alice, I am sorry to
impose upon you like this but, she has treated you horribly.
Could you please administer whatever correction you deem
appropriate?"
"Of course Dagmar, It's no imposition; it's my duty as an
aunt. I understand the value of having the offended party
involved where it is reasonable and, this is certainly one
of those times. Gwen, have you forgotten all those well
deserved paddlings I gave you through the years when you
misbehaved at my house?" said Alice. She was looking
forward to providing Gwen's just deserts; she looked so
beautiful bent over for punishment. To Alice a beautiful
child bent over for a spanking was a work of art and Gwen
was certainly a triumph of the human form. Gwen's behind
would be her canvass. "Now, that's enough Gwen. Any more
argument and you will receive extra and I promise you, you
are already in for *enough*."
Just then, Gwen had finally dragged herself within range.
Alice reached out and grabbed Gwen by the ear firmly and
marched the naked girl over to the sink saying, "Right,
first let's do something about that potty mouth, my niece."
"Oh no" pleaded Gwen as she guessed what was coming. But,
she expected no mercy and received none. Gwen found she
could move much faster when propelled by Alice. Alice
tugged on the ear and bent the lovely girl over the large
kitchen sink. Gwen reflexively grasped the edge of the
counter and spread her legs for balance. Dagmar was able to
appreciate her handiwork from her vantage point in the
center of the kitchen as Gwen was forced to stick out a
beautiful red fanny behind her. Gwen's intimate parts were
fully visible and waving from side to side and back and
forth as a capable and experienced Alice applied a soapy
dish cloth to all areas of her mouth.
"Gggegh urgh uh" announced Gwen in appreciation of Alice's
efforts. "ehh..uhh uhhh " Alice had stopped soaping and
was holding the owner of the gyrating buns over the sink to
allow time for the full flavor sink in. Finally, Alice
turned on the water and let Gwen rinse. Gwen couldn't
imagine how she had managed not to vomit. Gwen would have
rinsed all night for she knew what was coming after but,
Alice stopped her when she thought it was enough.
Alice stood Gwen up, turned her back to the sink and tugged
backwards on her ear. This caused Gwen to back into the
edge of the counter top. She tugged a little harder and
Gwen was bent backwards with her pubic area stuck out, legs
slightly spread. Alice then raised her bony hand high and
swung. She impacted Gwen's inner thigh once, ("Yeow") twice
("Oww"), and noted with great satisfaction the two red hand
prints overlapping slightly, close to Gwen's crotch. Not
being the first spanker, Alice wanted to leave her mark on a
previously untouched area and so she did.
"That's just a taste, dearie; we have much more work to do
you and me. All right, my naughty girl, said Alice as she
dragged the girl by her ear, let's visit the chair again."
And, with that she arranged a nervous Gwen back in position,
palms on the seat. "Do not move away from me as you did for
your mother Gwen, I won't be so tolerant."
"Yes, Auntie..."
Alice stepped back by Dagmar. They both contemplated the
lovely target. Alice and Dagmar exchanged knowing glances
as they let Gwen stay that way purposely to increase her
apprehension. After a time, Alice had an idea. In the
corner of the kitchen was a Rubbermaid safety step stool.
It was the kind made of plastic and moved on casters; it
added one step to one's reach and was about 16 inches in
diameter at the base and one foot high. Alice moved the
stool forward with her foot saying, "I won't have her
pivoting around the chair like last time. This should
help." And with that, Alice forced the stool between Gwen's
ankles causing her shins to be then, 16 inches apart which
then caused her feet to set somewhat wider than that. Since
Gwen could not see her, Dagmar felt free to smirk as she
contemplated Gwen's predicament. The lovely teen was
displayed like a strudel in a desert case, naked, high heels
with legs wide and a red butt in the air. Alice was gifted
she thought.
agmar offered Alice the spatula but she declined. Instead,
she went to the kitchen closet where, hanging on back of the
door as always, was a black leather strap that once was a
belt but had had its hardware removed. Alice's son, Steven,
had danced a lively tune to that strap in the hands of
Dagmar just last summer.
"Dagmar, the drainage holes in the spatula have left little
white spots on Gwen's rear. I intend to paint all those
little spots the proper shade of red and any other areas I
feel need attention." Alice doubled over the strap and left
a short 6 or 7 inches in length free. A longer strap would
have been more severe but with a previously punished
derriere Alice judged this to be sufficient.
"Gwen you are going to get the strap. ("Gasp") Do not move
out of position and keep those legs straight for your own
protection. Or else "
Alice lined up some spots on the lower left cheek and drew
back her implement. With a flick of the wrist she snapped
it out and neatly covered the white spots which did indeed
then turn up red. SNAP "Yike". Pleased with own
cleverness, Alice continued even turning up the intensity
ever so slightly but extending the time between blows so
that Gwen could appreciate each individual correction for
her behavior.
SSSNAP THWACK .SNAP SNAP SNAP .
"Oww ahh ooh ahoo aach " Gwen responded to each kiss of the
leather.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP Alice tried the backhand and found it
equally effective.
"Oh oh ah-ow " Gwen kept in time.
Alice set about her task diligently, no white spots escaped
attention and none failed to turn red, although some
required a second application which, Alice was duty bound as
a thoughtful aunt to apply. SNAP SNAP Alice began verbal
correction punctuated by the strap SNAP
little girls SNAP respect SNAP elders SNAP manners are
necessary SNAP you will not SNAP speak in such SNAP we will
not tolerate SNAP will be obedient...SNAP and
respectful SNAP As the heat returned to her shapely buttocks
Gwen began to develop real tears as Alice worked over her
bottom; they fell to the seat of the chair between her
hands. Alice was getting her flesh sizzling.
Dagmar observed that Gwen in this position was not able to
circle around away from the blows as before. Restrained by
the stool and orders to keep her legs straight limited her
to a gentle swaying of her red bottom. She noted how
diligent Alice was about locating the white spots and fixing
them. She was grateful to her sister-in-law for taking the
trouble to discipline her daughter properly.
SNAP SNAP the strapping continued even though Alice had
finished her lecture there was more "lesson" coming.
SNAP SNAP Gwen felt the burn of the strap on her tender
cheeks. When Alice had fixed all the white spots she
concentrated on fresh meat. She moved slightly to Gwen's
side where her lovely muscles had left slight hollows in the
side of her butt. Alice made sure she reddened both sides
equally. Then she aimed between the spread legs and curled
the strap around Gwen's upper left inner thigh then she
backhanded the upper right inner thigh landing several blows
on each side. Gwen was getting very vocal as the strap
reddened her inner thighs. The blows were just as hard but
Gwen was terrified her aunt would hit her vagina.
"Don't move Gwen, I don't want to hit you in the wrong
place" warned Alice.
Alice mixed up her patterns so that Gwen was always startled
by the location of the blow.
"This woman is an all star" thought Dagmar. She was
confident that she could leave any of her children in
Alice's care and they would be suitably disciplined as well
as if she had done the task herself.
Finally, Alice achieved her goal. All of Gwen's behind,
including her sit spots, was a bright red circle artfully
constructed around an untouched core of light brown pubic
hair and fleshy vaginal lips. Dagmar and Alice stood back
and admired a job well done. Gwen sobbed as the burn
continued to soak in despite Alice having stopped. The two
women increased Gwen's discomfort by making pointed
embarrassing conversation while exchanging knowing glances
with each other. It was a part of the punishment.
"Do you think that's enough?"
"Do you think she would like to show Phillip Rogers this?"
"Our naughty girl is totally exposed like that, isn't she?"
"Isn't she adorable, too bad we don't have a camera handy?"
"Yes a *color* camera"
"Indeed, a true Kodak moment"
It was almost over but not quite. Alice had Gwen stand and
awarded her 30 minutes corner time. Gwen started to head
for the corner but Alice stopped her.
"No dear. In the living room."
"Oh no auntie, please. Please. Arthur and daddy are in
there."
"And your point is what exactly ?"
"Spankings have never been a particularly private affair in
this family. This was actually unusually private. You
probably expected to be spanked in the living room right
from the beginning." Said Dagmar. (True)
And with that, Alice grabbed Gwen who blushed to her neck as
auntie led her by the ear naked in heels into the living
room to find a convenient corner.