The night passed uneventfully, except for the fitful sleeping of Christy, and the sad but urgent talking amongst the adults. Minutes turned into hours, and still there was no sign of Tina. Carly had begun to doze in the armchair while Haley and Faith softly spoke, a pot of coffee between them to help keep them awake through the long night.

By five in the morning even they were beginning to nod off, but all three awoke suddenly to the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door.

They exchanged hopeful glances as the door opened, and in walked Tina. She was sopping wet from the rain that had started to fall a couple hours earlier, her black hair plastered to her scrunched-up face. Her clothes were wet and dirty too. Her backpack was ripped in two places. She looked like someone who’s been through a jungle instead of a 21^st century metropolis like New York City .

“Oh my God, Tina!” Haley yelled as he jumped up, but he was raced there by Carly who tackled the girl in a tight hug.

“Where on earth have you been? How are you? Are you hurt? Are… is…?” she asked, before losing her voice and just looking at the girl.

Tina took it all in, her shoulders rising and falling in small sobs as she shivered a bit.

“I’m s-sorry… ‘m f-f-fine… J-j-just been out….” She looked at each adult individually before realizing Christy wasn’t there. “Ch-Chris?” she asked.

In her confused mind she was assuming the teen’s absence was because of her lack of caring, and suddenly she had second thoughts about ever coming back. But before any adult could answer, the youngest Brimley came out of the corridor and rushed to the foyer. She didn’t say anything at first, just clutched her friend and she too let the tears fall.

“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault! I’ve been so scared… but you silly girl, you made me worry sick!” she added as she detached from her.

Tina hung her head and hugged herself, but did feel good that Chris was caring so much.

“Sowwy…” she just repeated. “So sorry… I… I…” Then words failed her and she just cried.

Chris was busy wiping away her own tears as she moved back (albeit stiffly from her bottom still aching SO much) to give her friend room.

“If something had happened…” Christy shook her head. “God, I just… I’m so sorry. You are my sister. You are. I was stupid and angry… mostly stupid.”

Tina nodded and for the first time since she came back, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, still looking down. “And… s-something did happen, just nothing too bad. I was so scared… this guy got my backpack and pulled, but I pulled harder and the bag ripped, and I fell…”

Here she showed her arm, where the sleeve was ripped and blood trickled out of a small wound. Christy gave Carly a worried glance. A pediatric nurse, the woman did have a background in taking care of small wounds, and immediately got up to inspect Tina’s.

“Well, that’s not something we can’t get fixed up pretty quickly,” she said softly. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and get into dry clothes first, though, okay? Chris, go ahead and help her.”

For the first time she noticed that the girl had quickly thrown a jumper over the blouse from last night so she’d at least be decent.

With a sigh, and without even looking to Haley for confirmation, the woman added, “Throw on some pj’s, both of you. If you’re going to be home today, you may as well be comfy. Tina obviously isn’t going to school, and you may as well be here for her, Christy.”

Both girls nodded thankfully, and then slowly made their way out of the living room and into the corridor. Chris went to grab her pj’s and Tina’s too, and carried them over to the bathroom. The seventeen-year-old was already in the shower. Chris took her time taking off her own jumper and blouse, then busied herself putting away Tina’s dirty, soaked clothes, and also laying out a set of clean towels. Then she put on her own pj’s, as it was getting chilly to stand there in the nude.

But a second before she pulled up her pants, Tina opened the shower door… and saw the dull red welts and stripes crisscrossing Christy’s bottom and thighs, and let out a small shriek.

“Eeek! I… C-Chris… you…”

Christy turned around and brought a hand to her mouth – she was not supposed to see that. Tina whimpered even as she quickly wrapped herself in a large towel, while Christy kicked herself for having not changed in a different room. After gingerly pulling up the fabric the rest of the way, she turned around.

“Tina… It’s okay,” she said softly, even as one hand went behind to her swollen backside.

Tina hugged herself tight in the towel and walked clumsily to where Chris stood. “But I thought you said… you said Dad… your Dad didn’t whip you? That’s a strapping, Chris… I got many of those…” Here she quit and hung her head, whimpering into the towel.

Chris looked to the side for a minute, a few tears trickling down her face, before finally walking over and gently taking a hold of Tina’s chin and turning her face so she was looking at her.

“Tina, he wouldn’t have, normally. I… I had to choose what instrument I was to be spanked with, last night. I felt so awful… I chose to be whipped. Please, Tina, believe me…” Tears were starting to stream down the teen’s face too, both in memory of the awful ordeal, and what she had done to get it. “I deserved it… nothing less.”

Not only Tina believed her, but she was so moved she couldn’t start saying how much. Christy had felt so awful for having snapped at her that she’d undergo a spanking with the implement she dreaded most of all? No one had ever gone through anything for Tina Holden, let alone something like this. The girl cried all the harder at that, but for once they were happy tears. She simply opened her arms and smothered Chris in a hug inside her towel, not caring if she got her all wet too.

“Th-thank you… I’m sorry… I’ve behaved like a little girl… so sorreee!”

Chris didn’t care at all if she got wet either, but just let herself be enveloped in the embrace. She couldn’t know the thoughts going through her friend/sister’s mind, but she understood the significance of the hug and was more than grateful for it.

“It’s okay, Tina… shh… but…” Chris bit her lower lip, and looked away. “Tin, I know that they are planning on punishing you too. I think I wasn’ s’posed ta say but… it’s what sisters do, right?”

Tina shuddered as her scariest suspicions took shape. The thought had been haunting her all night. Had she not known she would been spanked upon returning home, and quite soundly at that, she would have been back several hours earlier. Finally though she had come to terms with the fact, also knowing she could count on fair, loving correction instead of the merciless abuse she was used to with her biological father. So she nodded, albeit shuddering.

“I kn-know. Did… have they decided how?” As she said that her eyes darted to the large wooden hairbrush that rested in full view on the bathroom counter.

Christy’s heart melted at seeing her so frightened, but she could only shake her head.

“I don’t know, Tin. I mean, they were up all night after my whipping, so maybe they have, but… not that I know of. Come on… You may as well throw these pj’s on. Then we’ll go down and I’m sure get you something to eat. You must be starving…”

“I… yes, but I really want this fixed first,” she said as she uncovered her forearm. The cut didn’t look good but wasn’t bleeding anymore after the shower, and not hurting all that much either. “Can you please call on your mother? Then I’ll join you for breakfast and…” her voice trailed off as she looked at her bare feet twisting the rug. “Yeah…”

Chris smiled slightly. “S-sure. I think we’re both hungry. I hadta miss dinner too… but yeah. Get dressed and I’ll go down and get Mom, okay?”

With that Chris detached herself from Tina and pulled out of the towel both girls were wrapped in. She walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs, wincing as the pants chafed her very sore skin. When the smell of eggs scrambling met her nose, it caused her very empty stomach to growl.

“Mama… Tin’s up in the bathroom waiting for you to look at that cut.”

Carly nodded and left the eggs in Haley’s care. As Christy eased her sore bottom in a chair and whimpered loudly, the woman cleaned her hands and walked to the bathroom. She found Tina wearing her pj’s and nursing her sore arm.

“Hey, don’t pick at that wound,” Carly scolded gently. “Here. Sit on the bathtub,” she ordered as she got out cotton swabs, bandages, stitches, and antiseptic.

Tina immediately jerked her hand away from the sore, afraid of making Carly even angrier than she probably was already, but then she noticed the softness in her voice and nodded. Slowly she went and sat on the bathtub’s edge, realizing she wouldn’t be able to do this in comfort very soon. She watched Carly’s every move, her eyes widening as she saw the stitches kit being brought out, as she was not very fond of any sort of medical procedure. Still, she didn’t complain.

Carly took a closer look at the wound. She aspersed the swabs with antiseptic, then took a firm hold of Tina’s wrist and started to clean the gash. Tina cringed with the sting of the cleansing liquid, but grit her teeth and held still. The last thing she needed was to upset anyone any further!

“There. It’s too late to stitch it up now, but at least it’s clean.” Carly wrapped a medicated cotton bandage around the wound, not too tight and not too lose, and fixed it with a band-aid. “Let’s just wait a few hours, then we’ll see. Hurts?”

Tina whimpered and nodded, tears stinging her eyes against the pain from the medication, but she knew it was nothing compared to how she’d soon be feeling in other regions of her body…

“Th-thank you, Mrs. Brimley. Is… is there any chance at a breakfast?” she asked hopefully, her stomach growling on cue.

“Of course, honey,” said Carly rather dully, but she still gave the girl a tight hug. “You’re going to be spanked, not starved… and before you say anything, yes, a sound spanking on the bare bottom is definitely in order. Christy had her share of fault, but you have done something irresponsible and dangerous. Do you realize?” she asked, still rather gently, as she looked in her eyes.

Tina gulped, especially at Carly’s choice of words, but nodded.

“Y-yes ma’am,” she whimpered out nervously.

Still, she greatly appreciated the kind gestures, soft words, heck, even the food the family was willing to give her without getting anything back. Even so, a hand shot back to her bottom nervously as Carly led her downstairs where a large amount of eggs and toast were awaiting her greedy eyes. She took one look at Haley’s face, though, and knew that the breakfast wasn’t going to be all about eating, so she took a seat next to Chris, who was squirming quite visibly on her chair.

Sure enough, as the girls helped themselves to large servings of all food on the table, Haley stood at the other end and placed his hands on the table-top, looking alternatively at both.

“First of all, I’m glad to see that you’ve made it back home alright, Tina – but it was just your good luck to not get hurt any more than a small cut on the arm. Please remember that.”

Tina gulped, but nodded.

“Secondly,” Haley continued, “fights do happen. You are sisters as far as I’m concerned, and most siblings fight.”

Carly and Faith looked at each other and smiled slightly.

“But even if so, I don’t ever want to see you get physical,” he cast Tina a very serious look, “nor I want to hear such trash coming out of your mouths,” he regarded Chris just as sternly. “Am I making myself understood on this point, before we move on?”

Both girls hung their heads, Chris playing with her eggs with her fork. A subdued “Yessir,” came from each in turn before waiting to hear what came next… although they had a pretty good idea. Their ravenous appetites were slowly going away, and not just because they were eating. Chris knew she wasn’t in for another session, but she still worried about her friend and sister.

What she didn’t know was that in Haley’s mind, punishment for this would not be limited to ‘just a spanking.’

“Very well. Now. Tina, as soon as you’re finished with breakfast, you’re having a long talk with Aunt Faith.” Here he glanced at the woman, who nodded firmly at the now whimpering teenager.

“And don’t worry about being uneven this time,” she added, “I’ll see to it that you are punished very soundly, Christina Ann.”

Tina shuddered, but nodded. After all Christy had gone through, she knew she deserved something just as awful.

“As for you both,” Haley resumed, “you are grounded for two weeks starting tomorrow. Have today entirely to yourself, but as of tomorrow, it’s only school and the library. Period.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped open as they heard their extra sentence. Neither one was in a position to argue however, so they hung their heads and nodded.

“And I better see you act like sisters from now on,” Haley finished, his tone considerably softened as he said that.

“Th-that won’t be a problem, Dad,” Christy whispered, making her father smile. He didn’t know what had taken place in the bathroom, but he figured there had been some kind of reconciliation, and of that he was happy.

Finally the girls were both finished eating. For once Christy was happy to help out with the dishes, as it would keep her mind occupied while Tina and Aunt Faith ‘talked,’ and it would keep her standing up. So while she and Carly went and did that, Tina stood up and walked over to Faith.

For a moment Faith dropped the firm demeanor. Actions would speak for themselves without her needing to be too strict on top of it. So she petted Tina’s hair even as she spoke.

“Go to your room and wait for me. Please have your pants and underwear down and off, and the brush ready. I know you can do it, Tina,” she added as she placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

The girl’s shoulders were heaving, but she nodded. Oh, she knew she could do this, and as much as that hairbrush scared her, she couldn’t get Chris and the sacrifice she made out of her mind. But she felt now was not the time to voice it, so with tears trickling down her face she went to her room as ordered. Slowly she pulled the pajama pants down and finally off, then did the same with her flowered underwear. Trying to ignore the embarrassing feeling of nakedness, she went to her dresser, pulled out her mother’s brush, and sat on the bed, waiting.

Aunt Faith walked in the bedroom not two minutes later. She sat on the bed beside the girl and rounded her shoulders with an arm as she took the hairbrush with the other.

“Do you think you’re ready? Is there anything else you want to say before I spank you?” She made especially sure to include the word ‘spank’ in her sentence.

Tina shuddered and leaned into the woman’s kind embrace. “Au-Aunt Faith?” The poor girl was breathing so raggedly she was barely understandable, but she kept going. “I… I know what happened to Chris…” She wanted, needed to say more, but she was so choked up that she just couldn’t quite yet.

Aunt Faith got her drift, though, and immediately broke the hug and shook her head firmly. “In one word, Tina, no. Christy chose to be whipped and Haley did because he knew she could take it. You can’t.”

Tina just bit her lip, wanting to argue, but then again not, either.

“I wouldn’t worry about atoning if I were you,” Aunt Faith said with a hint of severity in her voice, then she made sure once again to chose her next words just right – “You are getting a very hard spanking on the bare with this hairbrush, and it will leave your bottom extremely sore for several days. Trust me, you will be punished enough. Do you understand, young lady?”

Tina cringed at hearing Auth Faith get more upset – little she knew that the woman was intentionally trying to sound so strict and ‘ritualistic’ – and nodded.

“Y-yes ma’am,” she whimpered, her hands shaking.

Aunt Faith understood it was time to begin, so she put the hairbrush down on the comforter and guided Tina across her thighs. She regarded her creamy white bottom cheeks and patted them for a few minutes until Tina calmed down. Then, as she sensed her body relax, she raised her hand and lay down the first of many hard, loud spanks.

The girl immediately yelped and buried her face in her hands. It wasn’t so much that it hurt a lot, it just… was still the concept of it.

“O-ooww…” It came out a soft whine as a slight sting could be felt growing slowly.

Aunt Faith didn’t hold back and spanked as soundly as she was able to, which, given her not-so-long experience, wasn’t all that hard after all. But she still put her wrist action into it, and soon Tina’s bottom and sit-spots were covered in a pink blush. The hand-spanking went on like that for several minutes, and Tina lay there and quietly cried, mostly from nervous fear, trying her hardest not to wriggle more than just a bit. The underlying dread of any and all spankings anymore was still making that fight a hard one to win, however. She clasped her hands in front of her, desperate not to reach back this time, especially this soon. Still, even if Aunt Faith was not exactly practiced she was making a decent impression on the girl, who could feel the sting playing back there.

But it wasn’t until Aunt Faith picked up the hairbrush that the spanking became a serious one. The woman placed the wooden piece on the girl’s pink, bare bottom and rubbed it in circles for a few minutes. Tina whined, knowing what was imminent, but forced herself to slowly relax again.

“Little girls get away from home in anger, Christina Ann; not young women like you. Can you imagine just how worried we have been?”

Before the teen could answer, the brush came down hard on her right sit-spot. Tina howled in anguish, both pain-wise and from how the woman’s words were affecting her. She hadn’t thought the Brimleys would be that worried about her, at least at first, but the thought of them being up all night… it was almost more than she could bear.

“Sorrreee!” she wailed, trying to let out all of her hurt.

Aunt Faith felt a pang of guilt just like the last time she had spanked Tina, but that didn’t keep her from continuing. On and on she went, smacking down the brush firmly across the whole of Tina’s backside. Cheeks, sit-spots, and the backs of the teenager’s thighs were spanked hard and thoroughly as the hairbrush left bright red blotches.

“We have been up all night, young lady… calling the Police… wondering if you were hurt or…” Here she trailed off and just spanked.

Tina wailed at all the kinds of pain she was experiencing. “I… I’m sorreeee!” she squealed, squirming over the woman’s lap despite her best efforts not to.

Still it was better than the last time she had found herself in the position, and had hardly been able to take the smacks at all. The trust was slowly building, and especially with this deep-down guilt. She sobbed heartily, hating herself for everything she had put everyone through, especially Chris. No way would she have got it that bad if she, Tina, hadn’t gone out and done what she had.

Eventually Aunt Faith found herself having to restrain the girl from wriggling too much, and she did so with an arm around her waist and pressing down.

“We expect you to take things much more responsibly, Tina… you are older than Christy and you’re supposed to know better, isn’t that right?”

Aunt Faith knew well how Haley usually told his daughter the very same things in reverse, and she realized that this girl here could use the very same kind of self-confidence boost. That, and a spanking that lovingly corrected but exhausted her, and so the brush kept its unforgiving dance.

Tina sobbed but nodded ever so slightly. “Y-yeeeessss!” she wailed in response as the tool kept smacking away. How could she have been such a fool? She felt so awful…

As she spanked on, Aunt Faith remembered doing something very similar in her youth. True, she had been much younger than seventeen, but then again, she hadn’t had this girl’s troubled past.

“I ran away from home too, at your age,” she lied, attacking Tina’s thighs with a vengeance, “and I too was lucky to not get hurt. It took me fifteen years, but now I realize what my parents were feeling. You are important to this family, Tina. Please don’t wait fifteen years to realize it…”

Tina wailed at the hard, heavy brush hurt her thighs so horridly. But she already knew she was loved by this family, and would never again betray their trust in such a way. She was also stunned that the wonderful Faith could have been like her, and inwardly gaped.

Still, as she howled she managed to get out, “I do knoooow… I’m sorrreee! I ammmmm!”

Aunt Faith smiled a little and nodded. She truly hoped that the girl would, in time, come to also act like she was a part of the family and not only as a guest; but she also knew not to rush things. So, as far as the here and now was concerned, she finished Tina’s spanking off with another full minute of hard, blistering smacks that left the girl’s behind crimson red, slightly marked in a few spots but not too badly, or at least not yet. Then she let up. Tina was sobbing hard by then, but still quite tense and waiting for more long after the spanking was over.

“Au-Aun’ Faaaiith?” she whimpered pathetically, and scared.

The woman smiled warmly at being called ‘aunt’, and gently she helped the teen up and onto her knees. “Yes, dear… something you wanted to say?” she cooed as she stroke the girl’s messy hair.

Tina didn’t want to say it, but she had to! But how… She sighed, rather at a loss.

“I… are… are you done?” she whimpered.

Aunt Faith’s heart skipped a beat. Not again… she thought to herself, but didn’t voice it. “Yes, Tina… I’m done… why, do you want more? What’s the problem?” she asked bluntly instead.

Tina hung her head, her shoulders still shaking with sobs. “I… it… it’s Christy…” she whimpered. “You… you never mentioned her…” she said, referring to the scolding during her punishment, but just not able to get the words out. All she could do was hope Aunt Faith would continue to be intuitive.

Intuition certainly wasn’t a problem for the talented lawyer, who caught on what Tina was meaning after only one brief moment.

“Oh… I…” She realized she should have mentioned Chris, even though in her mind, by saying ‘family’ she meant them all. “Tina, honey, but Christy knows and understands what you did, at school and last night… let’s hear it from her if you don’t believe me.”

Tina nodded, distraught, and still needing to say something… but perhaps it was better to say it in front of Chris herself.

“O-okay,” she whimpered in-between her sobs that were still consistently coming.

Aunt Faith nodded slightly. She eased Tina off her lap and kissed her forehead, then stood and peeked out the door.

“Christy?” she called. “Please come here, your sister and I need you for a few minutes…”

Not five seconds later the girl, still in her unicorn pj’s, trotted to the bedroom as quickly as her sore bottom would let her. Aunt Faith welcomed her in, and Tina, now lying on her side on the bed and having pulled up her pants in the front, smiled feebly at her.

“H-hi…”

Chris knelt down, holding Tina’s hand. “Hi, yourself. Sounded like quite the spanking… Betcha you’re glad it’s over, huh?” she asked calmly.

Tina looked away and whimpered. “Ch-Chris… Aun’ Faith… I… I feel…”

Here her sobs strengthened, and Chris exchanged looks with her Aunt, who shrugged slightly.

“I f-feel punished fo’ runnin’ ‘way and stuff…” Here she gulped, and added, “m-mostly. Chris… y-you… never woulda gotten it so bad if I hadn’ run ‘way. It’s my fault you got whipped and…”

Finally she couldn’t speak anymore and just dissolved into sobs as Chris watched and gently rubbed her back. “Tina, it’s fine… I still woulda been,” she said, though deep down she wondered.

“N-no you wouldn’t… n-not so harrrd…” Tina sobbed. “I… Chris… I… just don’t feel like I’ll ever be punish’d enough… this is all my fault… a-at school, and for tagging you alonggg… I’m so sorry and… I don’t want to be a b-burden to you… or get you in twouble…”

Tina raised her head to look up. “I want you to love m-me and be p-proud of me, okay? No matter how much spanking that takes… a-and I think it t-takes more…”

Aunt Faith listened intently, and though she disagreed, she still had to admit that what Tina was saying could make some sense in her mind. Then she turned her head to look at Christy, who returned the gaze. They had both known Tina long enough that if they let this go, it would only be worse. No amount of promising that she was still loved was going to change the girl’s mindset. So slowly Chris nodded at her aunt, who nodded back.

“But Tina?” Christy said softly. “After this, it’s closed… a done deal, okay?”

Tina nodded her acceptance, and at the same time Aunt Faith picked up the hairbrush again.

“I agree with Christy. Now you’re getting twelve licks of this hairbrush, twelve hard ones – and after that, it’s over. Okay?” She patted her lap and motioned for Christy to sit at her right side (Aunt Faith was left-handed.)

Tina bit her lip and nodded, slowly getting up from her lying-down position and crawling back over the woman’s knees. Chris immediately sat to her aunt’s right, and the second that Tina was in position she grabbed her hands. She knew Aunt Faith was going to make these smacks ultra hard, and the touch of the person Tina was being spanked ‘because of’ would be beneficial to her.

In fact Tina took great comfort in Christy being there, though part of her was also embarrassed, both at being seen bare in such a frame and being heard crying as hard as she did during a spanking. A few seconds later Aunt Faith lifted the hairbrush, and, just as Christy had predicted, lay down the hardest smack yet to Tina’s crimson behind.

WHACK!!!

“OOOOOWWWWW!” Tina tensed, gripping Christy’s hands tightly.

Even though the other teen was sitting lightly, she kept a strong but loving hold on her half-sister. That Tina wanted to do this for her was, in turn, touching.

Tina started crying anew with the realization there were eleven more to go through. She clenched her bum cheeks and held on to Chris tight as Aunt Faith spanked her hard again… and again. Twice the brush fell on her cheeks, leaving even darker-red splotches.

“AAHHOOWW!” she howled again.

She knew that Chris could take a spanking like this with almost no trouble, but ever since leaving her father, she had simply lost control of how to take a licking. Christy bent down low, wincing as it put pressure on her own sore, welted thighs, and whispered to her encouragingly.

“Hey… shh… you can make it… I know you can….”

“It h-hurrrtsss…” Tina blubbered, not in protest, more like a statement of what was already obvious. Then she screamed again as the brush bit her thighs twice more. “P-pleeassee… f-forgive me…” she whimpered brokenheartedly.

By then, Chris was almost crying with her. “I know it hurts, babe, I know… be strong… shh… I already forgave you, okay…? You just gotta forgive yourself now…”

Aunt Faith bit her own tongue and lay down the brush as hard as she could twice. The SPLAT!!! sounds were loud, but not as loud as Tina’s howls. Even Haley and Carly, in the kitchen, were worried at the harshness of such a spanking.

“Listen to Christy, Tina… please…” Aunt Faith said, almost imploringly, as yet again she smacked full-force.

Christy was shaking. She wasn’t sure how even she would hold up under absolute full-force smacks like that… and Tina? Her screams could surely be heard by the apartment’s tenants.

“Tina… baby… p-please,” Chris said, finally sobbing herself. “It’s okay, it really is. You gotta forgive yourself for this… you gotta… you’re being punished… we’re even… pleeeease…”

Tina wasn’t sure if it was the atrocious, blinding pain she was feeling or rather Christy’s loving reassurances… but something clicked in her brain as for the first time she started to feel herself absolved. Not completely, not even mostly, but a tiny hint of peace of mind was there, and she didn’t want to let it go. She buried her head in Christy’s lap and screamed and cried out her agony as Faith lay down three more, hard smacks.

“Okayyyyy…” Tina sobbed out eventually. “N-no morrrree…”

Chris gave Aunt Faith a look that said ‘just a little bit more’ before turning her complete attention to the quivering mass before her.

“Tina, sweetie… I’m going to assume that means you finally are forgiving yourself… but we gotta make sure, okay? Just two more… You can do it… I know you can… you… you’re so strong…” she sobbed encouragingly.

Such words made Tina’s heart literally glow. She knew she wasn’t exactly where they wanted her, but in her heart she wanted nothing more than Christy to be proud of her.

“I… I cannn mmakee ittt…” she stuttered, and raised her face to give Christy a smile that turned out to be an ugly grin. But Chris didn’t care, and she doubled herself over to hug Tina (or rather, her head) as Aunt Faith crashed down the final two searing blows to the girl’s near-blistered cheeks.

SMACK!!! WHACK!!!

The teen choked back the screams as best she could so she wouldn’t blast Christy’s eardrums. Still her reaction was loud, and then she just relinquished herself into a fit of sobs. She wailed as she lay over Aunt Faith’s knees, her bottom aching, burning, and stinging all at the same time.

Now that it was over, Aunt Faith put down the hairbrush and assessed the damage. Not even in her years as a spankee she’d ever seen a teen girl’s bottom in such bad shape… that is, apart from Christy’s when Haley really let her have it, and that had indeed happened a few times. She averted her eyes from the mass of forming bruises and tiny whitish blisters in front of her, and hugged the girl ever so tight.

“Sshhh… it’s okay now, we love you so much, don’t we, Chris?” she looked at her niece.

Christy was still sobbing, but nodded her head fervently. “You… I can’t believe you took that for me, Tina,” she whispered as she herself looked over and could see some of the awful marking. Heck, the only time she had actually been blistered was on the day of her 8^th grade graduation, her one and only meeting with the awful holey paddle! Tina’s spanking definitely hadn’t been that hard, but the girl did have whiter, more sensitive skin.

Tina was in no position to stand, so Aunt Faith slowly eased her onto her stomach on the bed. At that point Carly and Haley came in, worried expressions on their faces that only deepened as they saw just how far Faith had taken it. The young aunt stood from the bed and silently hushed them, saying she’d explain everything later, in private.

“Do… do you need anything, Tina…?” Carly asked, not too sure herself if that was the right thing to ask, but it was her daughter to shake her head and say they just needed a few minutes to themselves.

Tina was only dimly aware of the conversation being carried on behind and above her. As all adults retreated from the room, she just cried into her pillow, one hand tentatively reaching back… and then back again as she yelped loudly.

“Burrnnnsss… C-Chris… ohhh… I’m sorry…”

Christy knelt by Tina’s head, wishing there would be more she could do for her. “I know it hurts. I… God, Tina…” Now she could clearly see each bruise and blister, and she blanched. “Don’t be sorry anymore, okay?” she pleaded. “Otherwise… all that was in vain. Please, it’s fine… God, I don’t believe you took that for me…”

“I… I’d do anything for you… and this family… but especially you…” She managed to outstretch a hand and grab her sister’s. As far as she was concerned, her bottom could fall off to pieces as long as Chris still wanted her. “Y-you saved m-mee from my fatherrr, C-Chris… he almost b-broke your fingers… I d-don’t f-forget that…” And again she tried to smile, and it came out a little better this time. “L-love you, sis… love you so much…”

Chris gave Tina a small kiss on the hand she was holding, then one on the cheek. “I love you too… so, so much.”

Slowly she got up, came around and lay next to Tina, dropping her own pants that were starting to ache way too much for her taste, and the sisters lay there together, crying and holding each other.

As soon as she was in the living room, Aunt Faith let herself slump down on the couch and held her head in her hands, fighting tears. Carly sat with her and patted her back until Faith looked up, her face flushed, and smiled slightly.

“I’m fine, really… just… my God, did you see that?”

Haley nodded. “Why did you do that?” he asked in a slightly inquisitive tone.

The young lawyer whimpered, almost regressing to a younger self. “I… she needed something to help her forgive herself for Chris getting spanked so much worse. I agreed to twelve smacks… Haley…I meant them to be hard… but… not so hard…”

She shook her head, a tear finally escaping her eye.

“She… she kept saying she couldn’t forgive herself for what had happened to Chris, even with Christy begging her to… I had to make them count but…” Finally she could no longer hold back the sobs, and they came. “It’s what it took, and it worked, but it feels so wrong!”

Haley nodded, and relaxed a small bit upon hearing the reason behind such a harsh spanking. He was familiar with that mechanism, having had to spank Chris for absolution from guilt on more than one occasion – just never that hard.

“Deep down she’s used to a level of pain that even we cannot conceive,” said the man. “Frankly, I don’t know if you did the right thing or not to indulge her, but if that comforts you, I’ve seen her take even more than this, on that day. She’ll live, and we can only hope that this really does help.”

Carly held Faith in her arms so she could have a good cry. The irony of two couples of sisters comforting each other wasn’t lost on Haley, who smiled glumly.

“You okay, hmm?” Carly cooed.

Faith nodded. “I just hope that she isn’t going think this is something she can get used to here. Bruises… when really and truly called for… maybe… but… that…” The redhead shook her curls. “I just can’t. And she’s still scared of spankings… you can tell it in her body language and cries… I just don’t understand…”

Carly sighed and nodded. Faith was right, there was no denying it. And like she’d said, they could really only hope for Tina to learn and deal with issues without such a badly battered behind.

“Well…” Haley said, standing up and pacing the room cross-armed. “I don’t think she’ll ever look at spankings without fearing them. Not even Christy does, after all, and that’s part of the point. But this was the last time we spank her as much as she wants us to. From now on, we decide. Yes, hard – but not like that.” Then he looked at Faith. “I’m not saying you did wrong. I probably would have given in too. But never again,” he told the two women, and himself too, pledging he would never take it that far if ever Tina would ask him to.

Aunt Faith whimpered but nodded. At least it felt good to know that her brother-in-law probably would have done the same thing she had.

“Never…” she whispered, her sobs slowly starting to decrease to just steady tears.

“She’ll be alright,” Carly whispered. “She’s a strong girl. She won’t hate you, or us, okay?”

“Yes,” said Haley. “Think just how much she loves and trusts you, if she chose you to do this.”

Faith smiled, her heart warming. She knew Carly and Haley were right. “Thanks,” she whispered. “You’re right. She is strong. And with a strong sister like Chris… she’ll make it through.”

That morning, Christy and Tina weren’t the only ones to miss their daily duties. Carly stayed at home too, and so did Faith, and not just because of the sleepiness that, they knew, would soon rush over them after such a troubled night.

But a few minutes later, as Haley and Carly snuggled together on the living room couch, both thinking but not saying anything, Aunt Faith’s feet brought her to the girls’ room.

She opened the door in silence, and saw Chris and Tina lying together, holding each other, and sound asleep, both still bare from the waist down. She shook her head, smiling just a bit, and prayed that things would eventually settle in for this loving, extended family she felt blessed to be a part of.

No matter how tough a loving it was.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

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