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(Note: This is set in the same world "Christmas Across the County Line" - found at:
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=130
You'll want to read that one first because it handles all the world building. This story makes much less sense without the background info found there.)
Looping Across The County Line

Dana Galloway yawned as the car drove down the highway. Not that she minded being driven around but there wasn't much to do during the two hour drive but try to doze. As her eyes flittered shut, a thud against the back of her seat brought her back to full alertness.

"Sean." Katie Marlowe said warningly.

"Sorry."

The 'apology' was as fake as they came, but Dana didn't think that a boy his age could give a genuine apology.


Travelling together, they made up an odd trio to be travelling together. Dana's Aunt Katie was driving with Dana in the passenger seat and Katie's nephew, Sean Palfrey, riding in the rear passenger seat. All three had different last names and Dana was no relation to Sean. Katie was Dana's mother's sister-in-law (being married to Dana's dad, Malcolm Galloway) while Sean was Katie's nephew. Dana wasn't all that close to her aunt, but both of them had family in Brockway which was a two hour drive away from they all lived in Haverfield.

Katie had most of her weekends free and was okay with driving her nephew to see his great grandmother so he could get to know her better. That meant driving him to Brockway to spend most of Saturday there every weekend this Spring and Summer. When Dana's family heard about those trips, they asked if Dana could be dropped off there to see her family, offering to kick in a bit for fuel. At first Dana was all in favour of the plan, but that was before the ride out with Sean in the backseat, kicking the back of her seat and making a nusense of himself. Riding back with him was just as bad. This wasn't how Dana thought she would be spending the second week of June.

'Maybe I won't come next week.' Dana thought.

Then Sean kicked her seat again and Dana bit back a growl. Looking for a distraction, she glanced out the window and frowned at the route marker they were passing.

"Is this Local Route 25?" Dana asked, naming the road they had taken that morning.

"LR 25?" Katie laughed. "This time of day? No, we tried coming back on that one, but the first sunny weekend in May turned it into a disaster. This time of day it's jammed solid with traffic from Haverbrook Lake. It took me four hours just to get passed Haverbrook Lake. Four hours! And most of that time the motor was going and burning fuel and Sean could have walked faster than we were driving. All the fuel wasted. I thought Graham was going to hit the ceiling. Literally!"

Dana nodded; her Uncle Graham hated wasting fuel. More than the cost, he hated the concept of wasting energy.

"So I checked the maps and the traffic patterns and found another route." Katie continued. "Now it's two hours there and two hours back and the fuel burn is about the same."

"Um, I guess." Dana said, thinking about the route marker she had seen. "But didn't it say something about being intercounty?"

"That's right. We're on Intercounty 42WH." Katie revealed.

Dana shivered.

Before the collapse, that wouldn't have mattered, but this wasn't before the collapse. The collapse had dragged on for years, bringing down most levels of governments. Fifty-two years ago there had been a Constitutional Congress that had rewritten the constitution from the ground up, and any student of history could tell you that there were huge difference between the two systems. And the biggest difference wasn't even that there was now a king (someone who handled the ceremonial duties and remaining executive powers that had once been in the hands of a President). No, the biggest difference was how there were now 'different' jurisdictions.

After the rebuilding, the country was more a commonwealth of locales than a true nation. In some areas you could walk into any drugstore and (if you could pay for it) leave with the drug of your choice, from old-fashioned heroin to the latest blend of S, while in others possession of alcohol was a capital offence. Most areas were somewhere in between those extremes, but mind-altering substances weren't the only issue that split the nation. Name the issue and most of the country was somewhere in the middle of it, with extreme positions taken in various jurisdictions. Everyone knew that it paid to research before travelling across state lines.

Or even county lines.

Dana had grown up, spending all of her life, in her home jurisdiction of Wellington County. Wellington County has close enough to the national average to be considered a 'normal' area and that was all that Dana knew. In the fall she would be leaving home to go to college, but that was in the fall.

Dana's leg wanted to shake, but she controlled it. The geology practically dictated that the road would go... And then there was the name. Intercounty 42WH. Regulations dictated that if a road crossed a jurisdiction it had to include the names of both of them in the route name. 42WH. That could only stand for route 42 Wellington County / Hazard County.


They were about to cross the county line and enter Hazard County. Hazard County, a place that embraced spanking like it was a good thing. Dana had grown up hearing horror stories about the bum busting parents in Hazard County. The phrase 'Crossing the Line' had special meaning in this part of Wellington County, at least to kids. She and her friends had spent time gossiping over whose parents might have taken them across that county line. Dana's parents didn't make a habit of threatening her that way, but Dana had heard countless parents thundering "if you cross that line then we're crossing the line" and she was sure that not all of them did so in jest.

Some her friends had even shown her some of the special foldouts that they produced in Hazard County. The front of the foldout had the subject's photo, usually looking mad or upset, and the back had a later photo, one that normally included tear-stained eyes and a red face. Sometimes the back photo would show more than just the upper body. The subject's T-shirt would be there, covering mid thigh or lower, with jeans and underwear gathered at the subject's feet.

Of course the interesting photos were the ones inside and were supposed to be impossible to snoop on. The two sides were maglocked together and you had to have the right DNA for the lock to open. If you were the right person then you put your thumb just there and it opened, but if you weren't then you could never open it. Of course, girls being girls, some of them had bullied friends into opening them and exposing the internal photos. The ones that showed the girl getting her bum spanked Hazard County style.

Dana had never been over that line. She had never wanted to go over that line. She hadn't even been that interested in seeing what was in those foldouts. And now, with no warning, she was about to cross the county line!


Then Dana took a deep breath. She wasn't some scared little kid. For Christ sake, she was a high school graduate! But, on the other hand, Sean... The brat in the backseat who kept kicking the back of her seat... No, Dana couldn't picture herself taking him in hand but she was suddenly wondering if Katie felt differently.

"Um, so are we stopping there?" Dana asked neutrally. "I've heard that some of the stores there have a different selection than the ones at home."

"Sorry, the road doesn't actually go through any towns or cities." Katie said with a smile. "It just crosses the open country side and not much of that. Maybe three or four miles at most. It's barely even worth having the name on the sign."

"Oh." Dana responded. "That's probably for the best."

Then they passed a "You Are Now Entering Hazard County" sign.

"Um, Aunt Katie?" Sean called from the backseat.

Dana looked at the mirror on her sun visor and saw the boy grinning like an idiot.

"Yes?" Katie said with a knowing sigh.

"I gotta to go." Sean said, still smiling like an idiot.

Not looking at all like a boy who needed to go.

Katie flicked on her signal light. Dana glanced at her aunt, who shot Dana a look. Dana wasn't sure what sort of look it was; maybe a knowing look, maybe a sympathetic look, Dana wasn't sure.


The car was barely stopped when Sean was out the door and dashing away.

"A rest stop?" Dana asked.

"Yes, it's the only part of this road that really interacts with Hazard County." Katie revealed. "It's got its own service road in the back that leads further into Hazard County and let's it stock everything it needs without bringing things through Wellington. Toilet paper, food, everything."

"Um, and..."

"And everything you've heard about Hazard County, well it happens here at this rest stop."

"And Sean just charged out there?" Dana asked incredulously.

Katie sighed again.

"The first time we stopped here, it was a real emergency." Katie revealed. "We're talking him crotch holding all the way to the toilet. And Sean was horrified that this was Hazard County. He was practically glued to my leg, which was awkward with him needing to pee. Luckily there's a family bathroom here. Unluckily, they often use it for father daughter, mother son spankings."

"Um, you mean..."

"Of course they were mostly on the bare." Katie continued. "I mean, everyone knows that Hazard County is spank happy. Why bother doing it out of sight in a bathroom if you aren't going to do it bare? Now not all of them were bare, maybe it has something to do with some of them being from Wellington County, but there were enough bare bums showing to give Sean a real eyeful."

"I can imagine." Dana nodded.

Not that she could. Dana couldn't even come close to picturing a scene like that. She lacked any frame of reference to begin to picture a mass spanking.

"The next time we came here, the emergency wasn't as bad but Sean still needed to pee." Katie revealed. "The third time he was confident enough to use the men's room, but he wanted me near the door. After that, he started to feel braver. By our fourth stop here he was wandering on his own. Taking in the sights as it were."

"You mean..."

"Most of the spankings he sees are over clothes or boys getting it in the men's room, but he's also seen his share of girl's bums." Katie confirmed. "Not that it really matters much, not at his age, but still."

"And his parents know?" Dana asked in disbelief.

"Of course they know." Katie responded. "There was no way he could see anything like that and me not tell them. They were upset, but they agreed that taking this route was the only way to go if they wanted him to see his great grandmother. Of course I told them that I wouldn't be spanking him here, but you know Hazard County; almost anyone could do it."

"Almost anyone." Dana agreed, telling herself that she wouldn't be doing it no matter how much he kicked the back of her seat.

"And now, well they expect me to keep an eye on him but they've warned him that if he plays with fire he might get burnt. Anyway, this is stop number five and I'm sure we'll be a while. Ten to twenty minutes, maybe longer, as he takes in the sights." Katie revealed. "Want to take a look around while he wanders?"

"Um, sure. Why wouldn't I?" Dana said.

"You do know about Hazard County, right?"

"Of course, but I'm not a little kid." Dana laughed.

"But you're not 21." Katie told her. "And 21 is the age of majority."

"So?"

"So if you're not 21 then you're a kid." Katie continued, spelling it out for her. "And kids can get spanked in Hazard County. Of course it's not likely. You're much too old for a causal spanking. And if Sean can go running around without getting spanked then I can't see anything like that happening to you, but it's still a risk. I wouldn't feel right letting you wander around here without you knowing it."

"But... But it's not going to happen. There's no way it could." Dana insisted.

"That's the spirit." Katie nodded. "So let's stretch our legs a bit, shall we?"

Dana barely hesitated before opening her car door and stepping out into Hazard County.


"The locals, they call this place 'lost in the loop' because so many inhibitions get lost here." Katie said.

"They? They who?"

"The people who work here." Katie clarified. "I've chatted with them a bit. While Sean's roaming."

"Oh." Dana said, stretching her legs and glancing around.

Three squat buildings dominated the middle of the rest stop while another pair of buildings were off to the right. Picnic tables were scattered around the site, with the bulk of them to the left. Also scattered around were benches, some of them looking more like chairs than benches. If they weren't made of metal or stone then Dana would have called those single seat benches armless chairs; Dana had a feeling she knew what they were for.

"Those are the bathrooms." Katie said, indicating the squat buildings and confirming Dana's guess. "The boys to the west, the girls to the east, and the family on in the middle."

Dana nodded, associating east with 'left' and west with 'right' as you left the parking lot.

"Over there is a gift shop and restaurant." Katie continued, indicating the buildings to the west. "The gift shop is full of souvenirs and such while the restaurant has plenty of places to stand if someone is too sore to sit."

"Souvenirs? What sorts of souvenirs?" Dana asked.

"We might as well have a look." Katie offered. "We'll be here for a while."

As they were leaving the parking lot, a car pulled in - stopping next to one of the single seat benches. A woman emerged from the car, pulling a kid after her. Moments later Dana was witnessing a spanking for the first time.

'But probably not the last.' Dana thought, walking towards gift shop.

And it wasn't. By the time they reached the gift shop she saw two more. It was surreal. It seemed like a normal rest stop. Families were stopping, kids were running around, and spankings were just casually happening. It was a mixture of the every day and the absurd. Like something out of a dream or art house movie.

"Does that sort of thing happen everywhere here?" Dana asked, nodding towards a spanking.

"In a way, but there are conventions." Katie said. "Bottoms don't often get bared near the parking lot, where everyone will have to walk passed and see it. Other then that, the girls tend to get it near the girl's bathroom, the boys near the boy's room. There are places behind both buildings where bare bottoms are common, and I've heard that there are paths behind the family bathroom that are a perfect place for someone to go to cut a switch. No, seriously! I heard someone in the gift shop saying that they plant the right trees and bushes down there that make good switches. They even replace some of the plants that have been cut back too much."

"That's..." Dana couldn't find a word for what it was.

"Then there's the semi-designated areas." Katie continued. "Behind the gift shop / restaurant area there's a place where, well, mass spankings happen."

"What?"

"Groups car pooling, large families, that sort of thing." Katie said. "Minivans and buses in the parking lot are a sign that it could be in use. And then there's the east side of the rest stop. You might want to avoid that."

"What?" Dana asked. "Why?"

"There are some shaded walking areas over there too." Katie said slowly, as if she was searching for words. "Um, for semi privacy for when, um, someone's not as young as she could be."

"She?"

"Or he." Katie continued. "But it's mostly girls getting led down those paths. Girls who are old enough that it matters if someone sees them getting it."

Katie paused, waiting for Dana to say something. Dana held her tongue.

"Teenage girls." Katie confirmed. "I heard one of the people at the gift shop calling the east end of the rest stop the teen trail."

"You're joking! Why would someone say that?" Dana demanded, trying to guess how that would come up in normal conversation.

"She was talking to someone who was escorting a nervous looking young lady, someone not a whole lot younger than you." Katie informed. After a pause, she added: "And I saw the girl again as I was driving away. Her face was flush and her eyes looked red from crying."

Dana stumbled, barely catching herself before she fell.

"Um, but you said..."

"I said that you wouldn't be subject to random, casual spankings." Katie reminded her. "And you won't. No more than that girl was. She was travelling with someone who decided that she needed a spanking and in Hazard County that's all it takes."

"But..."

"But don't worry." Katie continued. "I can't see myself delivering a spanking in Hazard County. I mean, if I haven't spanked my brat of nephew then there's no way I'd be spanking anyone here, is there?"

Unexpected relief flooded Dana.

"Of course. I never thought you would." Dana answered, wondering for a moment if she was lying. If she wasn't, then why was she feeling relief?


The gift shop was a mixture of snacks and kitsch. Dana expected kitsch, but not the actual items she found there.

"Souvenir paddles?" Dana asked in disbelief. "Paddles I can see, but souvenir ones?"

"Souvenir ones." Katie confirmed.

Dana picked one up. On the front of it was written "I Went To Hazard County And All I Got Was This Paddle". She flipped it to find the words "30 TIMES! OUCH!" on the other side.

"They are have cute words or pictures on them." Katie said, picking up one that read 'Hazard County Bum Buster!'. "And all of them mention Hazard County. That's what makes them souvenirs."

Dana couldn't help but nod. She saw paddles that read: Hazard County Mother's Helper, Hazard County Child Psychology, The Hazard County Babysitter's Union Badge, Hazard County Bored of Education, and so on, all mixed with in with cute pictures of kids getting it.

At it wasn't just paddles. Straps, rulers, belts - if it could be used to spank a bottom then it was there. All with Hazard's County name on it. There were some clothes for sale, but they were kitsch too. T-shirts with Hazard County quips, shorts with bull's-eye rings on each cheek, skirts with 'lift as needed' printed on their seats, and other cutesy sayings. Some of the clothes seemed to lack sayings, but Dana was sure that there was something kitsch about them too.

Turned her eyes back to the implements, Dana frowned.

"I don't see a logo on this one." Dana said, pointing to a belt.

"It's there." Dana said, pointing to a small thing stamped near the buckle. "They don't always make it obvious."

Dana turned her head to look at a tray of wooden spoons, but then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Not something, someone. Someone she knew. She didn't know the girl well, but Dana was sure that she was looking at Fawn Abbots. A girl she just vaguely knew, one who had been a grade or two behind her in school. Fawn might be a bit younger than that, but not by much. Dana knew that she wasn't wrong, that it was Fawn Abbots standing there by the cash register.

Standing there with a pallid expression on her face.

Standing there beside a man (her father? her uncle? Dana didn't know Fawn Abbots' family well enough to guess) who was paying for a leather strap. Then the strap was in a bag and the man was leading Fawn Abbots out, actually holding Fawn Abbots' arm as he almost dragged her out.

"And have you ever seen something so stupid looking?" Katie said, breaking Dana's train of thought.

"Um, no." Dana said, struggling to pick up the strands of the conversation.

"I know that souvenirs are supposed to be crass, but really." Katie said.

"Um, I think I should walk around a bit." Dana said, her eyes on Fawn Abbots as the girl left the store. "I mean, this is my first time in a different jurisdiction. If I didn't walk around a bit, well if I didn't then I would feel like a coward. And this isn't someplace where they send you to prison or something for using the wrong fork. You said it yourself, that there's no risk."

"I said practically no risk, but that's close enough." Katie nodded, putting down the item, but not quite returning it to the shelf. "Off you go then. Keep an eye open for Sean."

"Um, I will." Dana said, making her way straight to the exit.


Once outside, Dana thought she caught a glimpse of Fawn Abbots heading east. At least she saw a man walking a girl pass the bathrooms and she thought it was them. Dana didn't run, she hurried a bit but she didn't run. She couldn't run. It wouldn't look dignified and someone might notice. If Fawn Abbots noticed her running up, then what would Dana say to her? Or to the man escorting Fawn Abbots?

That thought slowed her steps. What could she say? What would she do if she caught up with them? If she met them? What would she do or say if she saw (or heard) that man using the leather strap on Fawn Abbots?

Dana knew that she should just avoid Fawn Abbots. To avoid the entire east side of the rest stop. That would be the smart thing to do. The sensible thing to do. The thing that Dana knew that she couldn't do. She slowed, she wandered in her course, but she kept heading east.

On the way she saw several juvenile bottoms collecting pats and smacks, but they didn't matter. Even if they had been bare, as Katie said that age it didn't matter. But Fawn Abbots wasn't that age. With Fawn Abbots it would matter if her bum was showing. Even if it wasn't completely showing, even if Fawn Abbots was only showing her panties, then it would matter. Even if Fawn Abbots' panties didn't show more than her swimsuit would, it would matter that the girl was showing her panty covered bum.

Especially if the man Fawn Abbots was with wasn't her father.


When Dana reached the east end of the rest stop she found the start of a shady path surrounded by bushes. Not overgrown, no, the path was clear, but the bushes were thick. Dana knew that once she stepped onto the path that wouldn't be able step off. That she would have to follow it to wherever it led or walk back here on the path. It was almost as if the entrance of the path was demanding a commitment from her.

With trembling legs, Dana stepped onto the path.

As she did she heard a spanking start. Then another one. In different directions.

The path turned and immediately widened and split into three. The sounds of spanking were coming from two of the paths. The bushes thinned, walking off the path was now possible. A peak down two of the ways showed teens getting their bums reddened in small clearings. Dana ducked back head back each time, not recognising anyone in either place, before taking the third path. Then the path parted again, and again. It twisted and turned. Sometimes it went passed benches (usually one, two, or three of those single person benches) and other times it dead ended in clearings and she had to backtrack.

Dana was blushing before long, having blundered into to several spankings. All but one of the spanking she stumbled over involved girls, all who looked two to three years younger than Dana herself. At least Dana thought they were; it was hard to estimate a girl's age when she was up ended over someone's lap. Not all of the bottoms she saw were bare, but only a few of them were wearing all their clothes. Skirts were up, shorts and jeans were down, and otherwise panties were bared. It made the old saw about wearing clean underwear take on a new meaning. Not that every bench (or even the majority of them) were occupied, but enough were that Dana couldn't stop blushing.

Taking an odd turn, Dana emerged from the maze close to the woman's bathroom, leaving it at an opening she hadn't thought led to the pathway. She still hadn't seen Fawn Abbots but Dana had seen enough spankings for one day.


Rounding the building that housed the woman's bathroom, Dana almost ran into Katie.

"Just the girl I was looking for." Katie said. "Have you seen Sean?"

"Um, no." Dana said, fighting her blush.

"You look a little flushed. Let me guess, the wall in the lady's room?"

"Um, well..."

"Sorry, I should have warned you about that." Katie said with a chuckle. "Then again, seeing is believing. So if Sean's not this way, let's head back the other way."

"Sure." Dana agreed, wondering what Katie was talking about. Wonder what was so special about a wall in the lady's room?

"Those buses give me an idea." Katie said, indicating a row of three short school buses that were in the parking lot. "The last time we were here a bus pulled in as we were leaving and some girls got off it. Girls complaining that they didn't deserved to be spanked. Sean watched then go as they were being led off that area behind the gift shop and restaurant before I got him in the car. Want to bet that he saw those buses and headed there?"

"Um, well..."

"Let's go." Katie said, leading the way.

When they rounded the gift shop, Dana froze in her tracks. There was a long line of boys, all with their jeans down at their knees. Four women seemed in charge of them; three had bare bottom boys over their knees and the fourth was near the head of the line... Dana realised that she had been wrong, that not all the boys just had their jeans down. The two closest to the spankers had bare bottoms peeking out from under their T-shirts.

As she stood there, one spanking finished. The crying boy was let off the woman's lap as another boy was shoved towards her and the line advanced. Dana saw the woman near the head of the line tug down another boy's underwear, so there were always two bare bottomed boys on deck.

As Dana watched the woman used little paddles on the boys, she barely noticed that one of the boys in line was waving frantically. Katie was less distracted.

"There he is." Katie observed. "Second back from the bare bottoms. Time to collect him."

With that they headed to the head of the line. As they did, Dana noticed a few more women were involved in things, herding the line together and preventing escapes. Almost as if the boys were steers being sent to the slaughter.

'Why did I think of it that way?' Dana mused. 'Corporal punishment isn't anything like capital punishment. Nothing is going to happen except a sore bottom.'

Then Dana wondered when she had started to think of a spanking as such a small thing.


"You mean he isn't with the group? Sorry, I thought he must have been on another bus or something."

"You should have said something." Katie said in a scolding tone.

"I did!" Sean insisted. "They wouldn't listen and then..."

"That might be our fault. We have a policy that if you cause a fuss you go to the front of the line. Say, could you keep the line moving while I talk to, um..."

"Her aunt." Katie supplied.

"While I talk to your aunt?"

"Um, well..."

"All you have to do is tug down jockeys when they reach this point. It's just like getting them changed or ready for the bath. And if you do we can talk this all out."

"Um, I guess..."

Dana wondered if she had gone mad. She was at the head of a long line of boys who were waiting to be spanked while a cheerful woman (who soon identified herself as Mrs. Thompson, Betty to her friends) was talking to Dana's aunt. They kept their voices low (maybe because Sean was clinging to his aunt's leg like a scared toddler) but Dana soon gathered that the women were involved in the Royal League of Intercity Day Camps (RLIDC for short). As Betty talked, Dana listened to her with half an ear while most of her attention was focused on the three women cheerfully paddling away (and the boys squawking and squealing). From what comments they exchanged (things such as "That sounds like a stinger Elaine") she determined their names were Elaine, Helen, and Judy.

"You see we take them out of the city to give them a taste of the country side." Betty explained. "And the second weekend of every month the buses stop here. They basically just get lost in the loop."

"And you keep a careful record of their misdeeds?" Katie inquired.

"Of course not." Betty laughed. "That's why they are such brief spankings. Not really long or hard at all. Usually less than a dozen smacks. Just enough to let them know they've travelled to Hazard County."

Then Helen was done with hers. She released the crying boy and beckoned for the next one. As the boy reluctantly walked to his doom and the line slowly advanced, Dana found herself taking down a strange boy's underwear.

"It's important, given the way the country works, that they learn about alternative jurisdiction in a safe way." Helen continued. "And this is a lesson that they'll never forget."

The woman continued to talk to Dana's aunt, explaining how this was in the boys' best interest. How in the in the long run they'd thank the RLIDC for these bus trips. As they talked, Judy finished, another boy advanced, and Dana had to tug down another boy's underwear. It hit Dana then that if Sean hadn't been pulled out of the line then he would be at this position in the line.

"I see your nephew's jeans are still down." Betty commented. "You do know that in Hazard County jeans aren't always pulled up afterward? Sometimes underwear stays off too. And sometimes jeans and such get taken down as a warning that they could be spanked at any moment. Are you planning to keep his down?"

"Um, Aunt Katie?" Sean squeaked.

"Oh, I can't see doing that." Katie laughed. "Especially not today. Now if he lets someone else take his jeans down some other day..."

"But I didn't let them!" Sean protested. "They made me."

"Quiet, people are talking." Katie cautioned.

"But..."

"Kids don't interrupt adults in Hazard County." Betty scolded. "There's still time for you to rejoin the line in your old spot."

"Oh, he'll be quiet." Katie assured the woman.

Sean nodded so hard it looked like his head would flop off.

At around that time, Elaine finished with her boy and Dana was lowering another set of underwear.

"Anyway, we should be heading back to the car." Katie said. "We're burning daylight here."

"Understood." Betty nodded, then she turned to Dana and said: "Thanks, I'll take over again."

Dana nodded numbly and went with her aunt. As they were turning the corner of gift shop, she heard Helen calling for the next one. Glancing back, Dana was acutely aware that if they had been only a few minutes later that this would be Sean going over Helen's lap right now. That it would be Sean's little bottom turning colour under that woman's paddle. That through no fault of his own, Sean would have found himself caught up in a assembly line spanking and spanked like he was a clog in a spanking machine.


Or maybe he wasn't completely blameless.

"What did I tell you?" Katie scolded gently. "You can't run around spying on people. I warned you, didn't I? That in Hazard County people can spank you even if they aren't related."

"But I didn't..."

"Now maybe you'll listen." Katie continued. "You almost got your bum spanked."

"But it wasn't my fault." Sean whined.

"Maybe next time someone takes down your pants I'll let you walk back to the car without your jeans." Katie threatened jokingly.

Dana had to wonder if her aunt was serious. She had seen some kids running around without pants. Most of them had underwear on but one or two might not have. It was hard to tell with some of them, kids who were wearing their T-shirts low, but Dana believed what Mrs. Thompson had said about kids running around without pants - either as a warning or part of a punishment.

Then it struck her - she was a kid. She was a high school graduated but legally, in the eyes of Hazard County, she was just a kid. She could be walking back to the car without her shorts on. Without anything on. She might be spanked and forced to walk to the car her red bottom showing.

As they were pulling out of the parking lot, Dana caught sight of Fawn Abbots again. The girl's red eyes were the only sign of colour on her pasty face. The man was still marching Fawn Abbots by the arm and the girl was limping, as if it hurt to walk. It hit home that Fawn Abbots had been getting spanked the entire time the assembly line had been processing all of those boys. That the man had been using that strap practically the whole time that Dana had been wandering the rest stop.

'No wonder she's walking like her bottom's bruised.' Dana thought to herself.

She did a lot of thinking on the way home. Dana was alone with her thoughts as Sean sat sullenly during the rest of ride home.


When they reached Aunt Katie's house, Sean's parents were waiting for them. He leapt from the car and ran to them. Dana said goodbye to her aunt and started walking. She would either walk home or take the bus; it would take a while to get home this way, but she was glad to avoid the scene with Sean's parents.

'That might be the last time I get a drive with her.' Dana thought.

She just couldn't picture Sean's parents letting him take the trip again and if Katie wasn't bringing him to Brockway there was no way the amount that Dana was kicking in for fuel would cover the trip.


The strap crashed down on the reddening ass. There was a squeal that echoed the smack, one that split the air.


Dana jerked up in her bed. She was sweating hard. The dream had been so real! It had focused on that first real spanking she had seen, the first one she had stumbled over as she had tried to find Fawn Abbots. The girl's jerking legs, her quivering bottom, the redness of the skin, all that had left a huge impression on her. She had only glanced at the girl but now the girl was fixed in Dana's mind. In her dreams.

Dana stumbled from her bed, going to the kitchen for a drink. She was half tempted to open a beer or wine cooler, but the dream wasn't so disturbing that she needed a real drink before hitting back to bed. Thinking about it, Dana wasn't sure that the dream hadn't been disturbing at all. It had been...

She wasn't sure what it had been. She couldn't put a word on what the dream had been.


The Third Week of June:

Dana was amazed to be driving home with her Aunt Katie again. The truly amazing bit was that Sean's parents hadn't freaked out over what had almost happened to Sean. Katie said that they had accepted it and moved on. That Sean's father had laughed it all off and his mother had just shrugged.

'This time I'm going to avoid the east side of the rest stop.' Dana vowed to herself.

This time Sean didn't speak up, but Katie swerved into the rest stop anyway.

"Um, I don't really need to go." Sean muttered.

"You know you do." Katie corrected him. "If we don't stop now I'll have to pull off and you'll need to run into the bushes again. Remember that racoon?"

"Yes." Sean muttered.

"Remember how it growled at you?"

"It hated me." Sean moaned.

"Well he had a right to be mad. You peed on him." Katie pointed out.

"I didn't see him before I peed!" Sean protested.

"Well I don't want another racoon chasing you. We'll stop here and you'll pee in the bathroom. Right?"

"Right." Sean muttered.

This time Sean didn't bolt from the car. He stuck close to his aunt, practically clinging to her.


Dana ignored them. She tried to ignore the handful of spankings she saw and she almost did. Of course it helped that they were kids. She headed to the store, planning to window shop a bit. Her plan was to completely ignore the existence of the east side of the rest stop. To pretend that the only girls getting spanked here today were still young enough to play on the skins team in a pickup game.

Then she happened to glance in the wrong direction and gasped. There was Jon Halliway, a boy she knew from school, but the stern looking woman beside him wasn't his mother. No, it was David Sachs' mother. Dana didn't see David anywhere, only his mother who was escorting sorrowful Jon Halliway to the teen trail for a spanking.

Dana told herself that she wasn't going to try to look, that she didn't want to, but it was Jon Halliway! He had been several grades behind her at school but Dana had heard that he'd failed a few. There was no way that he should be young enough to spank, especially not by Mrs. Sachs! It was as if her feet had a will of their own!

Then Dana found a thought that could stop her wilful feet in their tracks.

'But what would I say if I caught up with them? What could I say if they saw me?'


Dana didn't want to look as if she had shied off from visiting the teen trail, but luckily the bathroom lay in her general direction. She could pop in, have a pee, and leave; then no one would know that she had followed Jon Halliway.

The moment Dana entered the woman's washroom, her Aunt Katie's cryptic reference about 'a wall' made sense. There, facing lines that had been painted on one wall of the bathroom, were seven girls. Two were in panties and one was still wearing her shorts, but the other four had bare bottoms showing. Bottoms of different sizes and colours. One was barely pink while another was dark red and the other two were somewhere in between.

Most of the girls were just kids, but two of them looked like they might be in high school.

Dana tried not to hesitate. While there were several women standing around (or perched on the convenience seats), none of them looked like they were waiting to go. There was a free stall and Dana made a beeline for it. Once she was in it, she heard another spanking starting up, then another. The first spanking was over before she was finished, but when she left the stall there was a mother with a daughter over her knees explaining the finer points of why you shouldn't kick the back of the seat while mommy was driving.

Washing up, Dana glanced at the mirror and froze.

There were now six girls facing that wall. Two had left and the one who had joined them was taller than Dana! And the girl had her shorts down! The girl's bikini briefs were pulled up tight, exposing a great deal of pinkish red cheek. Cheek that looked as if it belonged on a woman, not a girl.

A thought ran through Dana's head.

'Somewhere in this room is a woman who thought that the tall girl was young enough to spank. She could be looking at me right now. No, it has to be a fluke. The girl must just be tall for her age. They really won't spank anyone close to my age here. They couldn't.'

Dana forced herself not to hurry. She finished washing up and left the washroom as if she didn't have a care in the world. All the while she was convincing herself that everyone who was spanked here had to be at least a few years younger than she was. That no one would really spank someone her age. That the nonsense about having to be 21 to be safe was just that - nonsense.

Heading back to the car, Dana spotted her aunt and Sean heading in the same direction.

"Someone didn't want to wander today." Katie revealed.

"I can guess why." Dana smiled.

At least she tried to smile. The worst part was, her aunt thought that Dana had seen that wall last week, so Dana couldn't talk about it with her. Without saying what she had seen Katie couldn't get her aunt to confirm that girls Dana's age really weren't spanked her.


Her bottom throbbing in pain, she stared at the wall. She knew that if she looked away, even for a second, then her bottom would be blistered again.

Dana jerked herself awake. Once more she was covered with sweat. The dream had seemed so real! It had been her facing the wall in that bathroom and...

And Dana knew that she didn't know what a sore bottom felt like. That part of the dream hadn't seemed real.

After thinking briefly of getting something to drink, Dana rolled over and went back to bed.


Fourth Week of June

Dana had enjoyed visiting her relatives but as she rode home in her aunt's car, the girl had to admit that she was looking forward to stopping at the rest stop. To looking around and maybe spotting someone she knew. And yes, to see the spankings being handed out. Dana didn't know why she wanted to see them or why seeing them affected her the way they did, but they did have an effect her and there was no denying it.

"We aren't just stopping for Sean this time." Katie revealed as she signalled to turn off. "Speaking of Sean, could you keep an eye on him as I powder my noise? There's no way I can take him to the family bathroom and leave him standing there while I'm in a stall."

"Um, well..."

Katie lowered her voice and leaned towards her niece.

"He's still a bit freaked out from that bus thing." Katie confided. "And if I leave him outside a stall then there's a good chance he'll end up facing that wall with a red bottom."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on him." Dana agreed.


Sean was clingy, but not as clingy as last week. Still, with him clinging to her Dana couldn't explore. Her conscious wouldn't allow her to lead Sean near anywhere interesting. Not letting him see anything meant that she couldn't either.

At least not until Sean insisted that he needed to go to the bathroom. That she doubted him; Dana knew the size of his bladder but part of her was sure that he just wanted to see the girls facing the wall in family bathroom.

And that was partly true. Sean's urgency faded the moment they were through the door. His steps slowed as he stared at the kids facing the wall.

There were a mix of boys and girls, of covered and bared bottoms, and Dana wasn't completely surprise that some of the girls had well formed bottoms. That the tall girl Dana had seen last week hadn't been a fluke. She had known that girls Fawn Abbots' age might get spanked here, but to be made to stand facing a wall like a naughty child, that seemed impossible but clearly it was happening. One of the girls seemed almost Dana's age, but Dana knew that she had to be younger.

There were open stalls, but Sean's movement was practically stopped as he stared at a girl's bare bottom. It wasn't the oldest girl facing the wall but it was the oldest girl with a bare bum.

One of the waiting parents noticed Sean's actions. Well, maybe they all did, but only one of them spoke up. The man was obviously the girl's father (or maybe her uncle).

"Like what I did to her bottom? I can make yours even redder."

The threat of a fire in his bottom lent speed to his feet. Sean dashed into the stall.

With him gone, Dana began to feel slightly nervous. It was one thing to escort Sean to this place but it was another to stand around waiting in a room where some parents obviously felt that girls near her own age could be spanked. Standing there, Dana felt oddly vulnerable. She knew that no one was going to grab her and start spanking, but somehow she felt slightly endangered just standing there.

And standing there.

And standing there.

Dana waited as parent after parent escorted kids in. Most were simply herded into a stall, but a few were brought there to be spanked. And many of those kids had their bottoms bared for the event. Only a few of them were spanked fully clothed; even if underwear was left in place most times shorts were lowered or skirts were raised. Which made sense. As her Aunt Katie said, why bother taking the kid into the bathroom if you were going to spank over jeans?

It felt like this was taking forever. Dana slowly realised that it wasn't just a feeling. That Sean was taking a long time in there.

And she wasn't the only who noticed. A woman (who was dragging a boy) went up to Sean's stall and pounded on the door.

"Aren't you done yet? What are you, standing there listening to other kids get it? If you're not out in five seconds..."

The door flew open before the woman finished speaking. Sean had clearly been standing by the door, listening and maybe peeking out the crack in the door. He was blushing as he rushed out, dodging in case the woman grabbed at him. Not that she did; she was too busy getting her son plopped down on the toilet.


Dana expected Sean to be even clingier after that near miss, but instead he seemed to gain confidence. As if coming that close and emerging unscathed had proven to him that he was untouchable.

But it was now too late to explore. Aunt Katie was ready to go so there was no chance for Dana to look around.


"I said stare at the wall!"

She sobbed as she propelled towards the wall. Sentenced to stare with everyone looking at her bare bum.


Dana jerked awake, her body damp with sweat. The man ordering her towards the wall was the father who had threatened Sean in the bathroom. The man who had just spanked his own daughter and position her half naked against the wall. A man who had threatened a strange boy and maybe would just as easily threaten (or even spank) a strange girl. He might have even spanked Dana.

When she went for a drink, Dana decided on a wine cooler. Not that she needed it, but it tasted refreshing going down.


First Week of July

Dana felt odd. She knew that she was enjoying her visits to Brockway, that seeing her relatives was nice, but it was these stops when they were 'lost in the loop' across the county line that she was really looking forward with.

"Darn." Katie said as she signalled to turn into the rest stop. "I forgot to pick up sunscreen. I'll need it tonight and this is only time I can pick it up. And I hate paying convenient store prices."

"It could be worse." Dana commented, thinking about her bladder. "You could be shopping for souvenirs."

"As if I'd buy one of those overpriced paddles." Katie laughed.

Dana was out of the car and halfway to the bathroom before a thought occurred to her:

'How does Aunt Katie know that the paddles are overpriced?'

Then the thought vanished in a puff of logic.

'Duh. Of course everything is more expensive at a rest stop.'

That settled in her mind, Dana walked into the lady's room and forced herself to ignore the unfortunate girls staring at the wall.


Leaving the washroom, movement caught Dana's eye. A young couple (well, older than her) was walking towards teen trail, but they didn't have anyone with them. Her curiosity sparked, Dana ignored her decision to avoid teen trail and followed them. Putting on a burst of speed, Dana was soon in earshot of them.

"Um, John? I'm not about this anymore."

"But Lisa, we talked this to death. You were okay with it." John responded.

"Um, maybe we shouldn't do this?" Lisa suggested.

"It isn't your choice any more." John said gently. "We're in Hazard County now, remember? And your birthday is still three days away. Until you're 21 it's me making the decisions here, remember?"

"But it's only three days." Lisa protested half-heartedly.

"And we won't have a chance to come out here again." John pointed out. "This is our last chance to come here with you being a minor. The last chance for you to be treated like a child. The last chance for me to treat you like your Uncle Roy almost treated you."

"Um, I know, but..."

"The way you told me he treated your cousins and almost treated you." John reminded her as he steered her towards one of the stone seats. "The day he took you all over the line."

Dana found herself leaving the path, entering the bushes so she could continue to observe this drama.

"Um..."

"The day you've dreaming about for years."

Lisa sighed and started to dig into her purse.

"You talk me into it." Lisa said.

"No, you talked me into it." John replied.

Lisa hesitated, her hand still in her large purse.

"The last time possible for us to be here without safe words." John prompted. "With me totally in charge."

Lisa sighed again, then took a paddle from her purse.

"But not on the bare, okay?" Lisa asked.

"You know it's going to be on the bare."

"But I don't want it on the bare." Lisa whined.

"Tough." John said roughly. "This is Hazard County, remember? I'm the one making the decisions and I say it's happening on the bare."

Lisa whined again, but the woman undid her long skirt and let it fall to the ground. Dana saw that Lisa had nothing under it, not even socks.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" John prompted.

Whining, Lisa retrieved her purse and produced a length of leather. Dana watched with wide eyes as Lisa held her wrists out so that John could bind them.

"There. Now we don't have to worry about hands trying to protect your naughty little bottom." John declared as he secured Lisa's wrists.

"But I don't want this." Lisa whined. "I changed my mind. Meatloaf. Meatloaf meatloaf meatloaf."

"Na-huh." John scolded. "I told you, no safe words. Not today."

Lisa was still pouting as her lover took her over his lap. Dana knew that they were lovers by how easily John slid his hand between Lisa's legs and inside the woman.

"Who's a naughty girl?" John teased, working his hand. "Who's a naughty little girl?"

"I am." Lisa squeaked.

John withdrew his hand, bringing down hard on Lisa's right cheek. Dana watched Lisa's ass jiggle, then her eyes were fixed on the paddle that John had picked up.

Watched as the paddle came down with a meaty whack.

"OH! Too hard!" Lisa protested.

John ignored her, bringing the paddle down again and again.

"No! Stop!" Lisa begged. "Meatloaf! MEAT FUCKING LOAF!"

"You made me promise no safe words and I'm sticking to my word." John said. "I'm going to blister your bum and you're going to love it."

Lisa started struggling at that point. She kicked and bucked, taking some almost obscene poses as she struggled. But with her wrists bound there was little that she could do; Lisa ended up with her left leg pinned between John's legs as her right one flailed around.

Dana watched as John paddled and paddled. Lisa's tears didn't slow that paddle, nor did her pleading and begging. Dana could only stare as Lisa's bottom shifted from white to pink to red to redder, John keeping his promise to actually raise blisters on her bottom globes.

"That's it, cry." John said, smacking her harder. "Shed those tears. You'll remember this day for the rest of your life. You'll be cumming buckets every time you think of this day. You're soaking wet right now, admit it."

Lisa didn't respond. At least not in words. Slowly the tenor of her crying changed and her struggles began to slow. The fight went out of Lisa as she surrendered to her spanking. Not that this surrender brought things to an end; John seemed to have either a number of strokes or a bottom colour in mind and he wasn't so much as pausing as Lisa transformed from an average young woman to a sobbing child.

Everything was surreal for Dana. She watched as a woman stuck her head into the area only to leave without reacting. To leave without even bothering to check Lisa's ID or do anything to verify that Lisa's butt was still young enough to be a spankable one. In that moment, Dana knew that if she was ever being spanked out here on the teen trail that no one would help her. That no one would even think twice about her being spanked there. Not in Hazard County.

Dana wanted to watch until the end of the spanking, but time was passing and John showed no sign of flagging. Then, for no reason that Dana could see, John dropped the paddle and was hugging and caressing his lover.

"Shush." John said. "It's over. You did it. You took the spanking. When we get home I'm going to screw your brains out. God, I wish I could take you right here and right now, but they don't allow public sex here. I can spank your pretty little ass off but I can't fuck it; how screwed up is that? Shush, it's over. We did it."

Dana wasn't sure about the public sex bit, not with how John was stroking Lisa bum, with his fingers disappearing between her legs. The way Lisa was moaning and writhing, Dana knew that Lisa was enjoying herself. Had enjoyed herself. Had been paddled until her bum was literally blistered and was somehow on the verge of cumming.

"And I did some research." John continued. "If you sign a form declaring yourself to be immature then we can do this until you're 25. Just think, four more years of this. Does that make you hot? Oh that does make you hot." John observed.

'What sort of woman would want to be treated that way?' Dana wondered. 'How could anyone enjoy being paddled?'


Then she realised the time. Dana couldn't run, not around teen trail, but she hurried back to her aunt's car. To her relief Dana was the first one back and had to wait more than half a second for Katie to escort Sean to the car. Katie put something in the trunk and then herded Sean into the car.

As Katie was pulling out of her parking space, Dana caught a glimpse of the couple as they left the bushes. Lisa's wrists were clearly unbound as the woman was rubbing at her visible bum. Dana was stunned that the woman was being walked back to the car without her skirt. Without panties or a skirt or much of anything covering her below her waist. Oh, there were some shirttails from Lisa's blouse, but they did little to conceal anything.

And the 'anything' visible included far more than Lisa's red bottom.

Katie glanced over, then accelerated from the parking lot.

"I've heard of that, but this is the first time I've seen something like that." Katie observed as she merged with traffic. "Thank goodness that Sean didn't see it."

"See what?" Sean said, swivelling his head around in a vain attempt to see whatever his aunt was talking about.

"Um, is that type of thing, um, common?" Dana asked, pretending that her only knowledge of the couple was that glimpse in the parking lot.

"Not really." Katie answered.

"What sort of things?" Sean demanded.

"A couple involved in a spanking." Katie clarified, leaving the situation clouded.

"That's it?" Sean snorted. "There's always a couple. At least unless there's two kids getting it then it's more than a couple."

"Anyway, he has to be older than her and she has to be waiting for her birthday." Katie continued. "At least for it to completely legal. Of course if she doesn't make a big fuss then maybe he can do something like that after she's already had her birthday. As long as she looks to be in her early 20s I doubt anyone bother checking her ID. At least if she doesn't complain a lot."

"Um, I think I heard something about a form you can sign that sets the age to 25?" Dana squeaked, wishing that she sounded more confident.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." Katie chuckled. "I'm sure that there's something like that in Hazard County. But the way it works there I'm sure it's only for girls."

"Oh." Dana said, staying silent for the rest of the ride home.


"NO! YES! MEATLOAF!"

Dana woke with the sound of screaming echoing in her ears. The dream had been so vivid! Almost a perfect memory of watching Lisa getting it. Lisa, who might right now be signing a form so that her lover could spank her anytime he took her over the county line. Shivering, Dana discovered her right hand resting on her own thigh. Her upper thigh. Consciously moving her hand away from where it rested, Dana rolled onto her side and drifted back off to sleep.


That Tuesday...

Dana loved her new swimsuit. She just loved it. And after taking in the sights of Hazard County, Dana no long worried that too much cheek might peek out in back. No, her problem was now with the suit's front. While admiring its look in her bedroom mirror, Dana spotted a stray hair. She was tempted to poke it back in her suit but Dana knew that if a hair strayed now it would stray again.

"Time for a trim." Dana declared.


A brief burst from the shower matted her hair, then Dana was reaching for her battery powered razor and a mirror. Working carefully, she was trimming the outside of her bush when disaster struck; Dana shifted her feet slightly and slipped on the wet tub. Her mirror went flying as she flailed desperately to avert a fall, all to no avail. Her butt hit the tub, hit it hard.

"Shit!" Dana said, rubbing at the sore spot. "No one would ever believe this. I've been crossing the county line for a month and I get a pain in my butt from shaving in the shower."

Checking herself in the bathroom mirror, Dana didn't think that her fall would leave a mark. Then she shifted her position slightly and her skin turned pasty white in horror.

"Fuck." Dana swore. "That can't be real. It just can't!"

But it was. When the mirror had shot from her hand the razor had slipped down. There, in the middle of her bush, was a stripe. A well defined stripe. There was no hiding it, no possibility of combing it over, no way to hide it. Instead of a perfectly trimmed bush she had an ugly stripe through the middle of it and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Fuck fuckity fuck." Dana swore.

She had no choice. Shaving down there had been out of style for years, maybe decades. A few girls did it, but those who shaved did so to standout from the crowd. Dana had never wanted to standout, not that way, but now she didn't have a choice. She had to finish what she started.

Working the razor, Dana watched her bush disappear - leaving her bare for the first time in years.

"If no one notices then I can just want for it to regrow and no one will ever know." Dana told herself.

And she almost believed herself.


Wednesday

Dana wished that she hadn't committed to this trip. That she hadn't bought a new suit or agreed to go to the lake. But the usual crowd was with her and she would have needed a great lie to get out of it. Wearing her suit to the beach had meant that she hadn't needed to change before swimming, but there was no way she could wear a wet suit home.

'A simple change, a quick change, and I'll be safe.' Dana told herself. 'And I won't go swimming again until it grows back. I'll find an excuse that works.'

Pointing her backside to the room, Dana stepped out of her suit.

"Hey, I see we've got another member of the waxing club."

Dana winced at the voice. Vicky Terri Walters wasn't really a member of the group, or any group. She floated at the edge of things, dressing in black, dying her hair black, wearing beads in her hair, and more or less acting like a freak. She so much at the edge of the group that Dana thought of her as Vicky Terri Walters, needing to use all three names to tag the girl.

Of course a girl like that would shave; that was just another way to draw attention to herself. But why did she have to notice Dana's temporary condition? And the moment Vicky Terri Walters pointed it out virtually every eye in the changing room was on Dana's bald snatch.

Dana knew that she had two choices. She could admit that she had made a mistake with her razor or pretend that she had consciously decided to shave. Either to admit that she wasn't perfect or to lie.

"Um, I read something about it made your suit fit better." Dana lied. "Shaving makes it hang better, with less clinging. Less defining even."

The changing room was suddenly full of opinions, all of them negative. No one was agreeing Dana's statement but they were all accepting that Dana had heard that old story. Which was surprising; until they mentioned that it was an old story, Dana had thought she had invented it.

The lie had saved her, but it also committed her. No one thought that she had done it by accident, but now she had to stay shaved for the rest of the summer. That or admit that she was wrong to have shaved it the first time.


The Second Week of July

Dana felt odd. Here she was, across the line in Hazard County, and she was as bare as those girls she saw getting spanked in the girls' room. From a certain angle Dana looked almost like a little girl and she hated that. No little girl every wanted to be in Hazard County and shaved as she was Dana felt a bit too much like a little girl.

Sean took off the moment the car stopped.

"That boy." Katie sighed. "He's going to rush into the bathroom to pee and then spend the next twenty minutes trying to look at girl's backsides. Sooner or later he's going to get himself into trouble and he'll have only himself to blame."

Dana agreed with her aunt.

"Speaking of bathrooms, I should powder my nose." Katie continued.

Dana gave a moment thought to following her aunt, then remembered that line of girls facing the wall.

'I'm getting as clingy as Sean.' Dana thought, mentally scolding herself.

"I think I'll just stretch my legs a bit." Dana replied.


Glancing around, she didn't see any couples heading to the east side of the rest stop. Knowing that anything she saw would be disappointment after Lisa's voluntary performance, Dana decided to walk over to the convenience store area.

"Dana? Dana Galloway? Is that you?"

'What were the odds?' Dana wondered. 'This is will make three times I've run into someone I know here.'

Dana knew people in Haverfield and Brockway, and this route between them was the logical one (at least when there was a traffic jam around Haverbrook Lake), so it shouldn't surprise her that she ran into people she knew here. Yet somehow it did.

In this case it was someone who knew her rather than someone she knew. Mrs. Harvey was an old family friend, someone who Dana had never gotten to a first name bases with but who had known Dana practically since birth.

"Fancy running into you here." Mrs. Harvey said as she came up to Dana. "Now don't tell me that someone decided to take you across the line, not at your age. Or are you babysitting again and the taker?"

"Um, no, neither." Dana laughed, then explained about visiting her relatives.

"Oh I completely understand." Mrs. Harvey agreed. "Traffic around Haverbrook Lake is murder this time of day. But it feels weird, seeing you here. Now there was a time when I wouldn't have hesitated to take you across the line. Remember that day with the flowers?"

Dana blushed at the memory. She had wanted to pick her mother some flowers and raided Mrs. Harvey's greenhouse. The woman had been furious!

"Or that time when you decided that the dog needed to wear a wedding dress." Mrs. Harvey continued.

Dana blushed as Mrs. Harvey continued to list some of Dana's juvenile misdeeds, any of which could have produced a spanking if Dana had grown up in Hazard County. Mrs. Harvey went on and on, Dana reflected that maybe the list would be a shorter one if Dana had grown up on this side of the county line.

"But of course that's in the past." Mrs. Harvey continued. "As for today, I'm surprised that someone as callipygian as you feels comfortable walking around here."

"Um, it's no big deal." Dana responded, vowing to look up the word when she got home.

"Oh, look at the time." Mrs. Harvey said. "Here I am, yammering away as we're burning daylight."

"I should be going too." Dana said, turning to go. "My aunt will be wondering where I am."

"Well here's a little something to speed you on you way." Mrs. Harvey said, giving Dana a playful pat on the backside.

Dana jumped in surprise, but Mrs. Harvey just laughed off her reaction and headed towards the parking lot.


Dana watched Mrs. Harvey walk away, wondering what would have happened if Mrs. Harvey had stumbled across her a few years ago. Say a decade ago, what would have happened if Mrs. Harvey had met Dana in Hazard County when Dana was a little girl? Would Mrs. Harvey have done more than just list those misdeeds? Would she have taken Dana to task for one (or more) of them and then apologised to Dana's parents later?

Dana was still pondering that question when Katie walked up to her and broke in to her fugue.

"There you are. Have you seen Sean?"

Dana almost jumped out of her skin, then got control of herself.

"Um, no, I haven't."

"It looks like the RLIDC people are here again." Katie said, indicating the short buses in the parking lot.

Dana wondered how they could have arrived without her noticing them. She had a good view of the parking lot and they must have walked passed her to get behind the convenience store.

"Want to bet that someone decided to play with fire again? Or was hanging around back there and got caught up with the crowd? Come on, we better go get him before I have to explain how he ended up with a red bum."

Dana nodded and followed her aunt behind the convenient store. As expected, the line of boys were there, all with their jeans around their knees. This time she was looking for him and easily spotted Sean, then gasped. He almost at the front of the line. By the time they got to him, Sean's underwear was down and there was just a single boy between him and the spankers.

"Hello again. It seems that my nephew has joined your little troop again." Katie said, indicating the frantically gesturing Sean.

"Oh, it's you again." Betty said. "I guess that's why he looked familiar."

Sean quickly jerked up his underwear, but when he reached for his jeans, Betty stopped him.

"I remember now. Didn't your aunt say something about them staying down? And maybe we should take those down again?"

"Oh, those jeans are coming off." Katie commented. "But as for the rest, I just got new seat covers and well..."

"I understand." Betty said, shooing Sean back over to where his aunt was standing.

"My jeans are coming off?" Sean wailed.

"Yupe, and it be worse." Katie commented. "I might have been a bit late in checking on you. If I had been then your backside would be getting toasted."

"But..."

"It seems that things are going a bit further today." Katie said, ignoring her nephew and indicating the women spanking.

"Well the first time was to give them a taste and the second time, well it has to be a bit more to hold their attention, doesn't it?" Betty explained.

"But..."

"Jeans, off. Now." Katie noted. "Or you can join the line again. There's a place at the front of the line with your name on it."

Dana was sure that her aunt was joking about that, but Sean wasn't. He quickly shed his jeans, which vanished into Katie's shoulder bag.

Dana seen other kids Sean's age wandering around without jeans, but she had never expected that Sean would join their number. As they made their way straight to the car Dana was surprised that Sean didn't get more looks, but in Hazard County he was just part of the background.


Once in the car, Sean wanted his jeans back.

"Sorry honey, but you can't take your seatbelt off when we're driving." Katie told him.

"But..."

"Maybe driving home like this will teach you to keep your jeans up." Katie suggested.

"But I didn't want to take them down." Sean protested.

"That's what you said last time." Katie noted. "Maybe after this you'll learn."


Sean sulked all the way home. When Katie pulled into her driveway, she tossed Sean's jeans to him before going to talk to his parents. Dana made herself scarce. She didn't know what Katie (or Sean) would have to say about the day's events and didn't want to know. Then again, this was Sean's second near miss and his parents hadn't had much to say last time so maybe it wouldn't be a major confrontation.


Later, when Dana looked up the word callipygian, she didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered. She certainly didn't think of her bum as her best feature. Had Mrs. Harvey said that it was, or had the women been saying that Dana had a very spankable behind? Never interpretation sat well with Dana.


"You said you were sorry, but now I'm going to make sure you really are."

Dana sobbed in agreement as she lay pants down across Mrs. Harvey's lap. Stolen flowers were scattered along the ground as Mrs. Harvey raised her hairbrush and

Dana awoke in a cold sweat. Another vivid dream, one that could have been real. This time, Dana knew that it was something that could have happened. After all those drives through Hazard County, Dana had no problem picturing an old friend of the family spanking her for some childish misdeed.

Leaving her bed, Dana opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Then another.

"Maybe it's not worth seeing my relatives." Dana muttered to herself. "Not if I end up with dreams like this."

When she finally drifted off to sleep, a final thought filled her mind.

'Then again, maybe the dreams aren't all bad.' Dana mused, wondering at what the good part might be.

Third Week of July

Dana was surprised that Sean wasn't clingy. She had expected him to be hugging someone's legs. Hers, her aunt's, someone's. But the car was barely stopped when Sean was out of the door and off on his own.

"Like a moth to a flame." Katie noted sadly. "I don't see this ending well for him. But his parents want him to spent time with his great grandmother. They want it enough for them to risk him getting a sore bottom."

"Why would they want to risk that?" Dana asked.

"I think there's an inheritance involved." Katie confided. "Enough of one to justify a sore bottom or two."

"Two?" Dana asked in surprise, trying not to think of whose the second would be.

"Two." Katie confirmed. "I don't think a single spanking would be enough for them to want to cancel these trips."

"Wow." Dana said, wondering at the size of the inheritance.

"Of course I'm not in the running for it." Katie said, a trance of bitterness in her voice. "Me being a girl and all."

Dana didn't have a response to that. Sexism was rare, but it did exist and some families played favourites.


Once out of the car, Dana soon disengaged from her aunt and wandered towards the lady's room. Walking as if she was heading towards it. And maybe she was, until she noticed four people heading towards teen trail. A woman and three girls.

Dana mentally tagged them as girls but all of them were older than she was. Those three girls looked a bit downcast, but not truly dismayed. None of them looked as fearful as Fawn Abbots had been that day.

'She can't be about to spank them all.' Dana thought to herself.

Minutes passed before Dana followed them down teen trail. It took a bit of looking, but eventually Dana found who she was looking for. By the time she found them one of the girls was standing there rubbing her red cheeks, one was being spanked, and one was standing there with her jeans off, waiting her turn.

Dana could barely believe her eyes, seeing the three older girls meekly submitting to this sort of treatment. They couldn't be sisters and with their range of hair colours (unless they dyed everywhere) and she didn't think that they were even cousins. There was no way that woman babysitting them, not them all being older than Dana herself.

'They must be from Hazard County.' Dana told herself. 'This must be what they're used to.'

Then the second girl's spanking ended. As the third one stepped out of her panties the first girl helping the freshly spanked girl up. As she did, the first girl happened to glance right at where Dana stood in the bushes - looking her in the eyes.

"Mom, we've got a spy."

"Then do something about it Heather. Can't you see that I'm going to be busy with Linda?"

Dana froze. The woman was positioning the last girl over her lap as the two spanked girls looked at Dana.

"Pam, you go left and I'll go right." Heather announced.

The sight of the two half naked girls descending on her was enough. Dana turned to go, but didn't get three steps before Pam and Heather was on her.

"Hey, let go!" Dana insisted.

"We got her Mrs. Potter." Pam called over her shoulder.

"Well bring her closer for a closer look." Mrs. Potter called back. "If she wanted to see a spanking then she can watch Linda get one."

"But Linda doesn't deserve for that to..."

"I said to bring her over to watch Linda's spanking." Mrs. Potter called sternly.

Both girls were freshly spanked, and Pam was still in tears, but they were two to Dana's one. They easily manhandled her to where Linda was yelping and squealing over Mrs. Potter's lap.

Dana's eyes were fixed on Linda's bottom as it quaked and jiggled over the woman's lap as Mrs. Potter played her hairbrush up and down the girl's bottom.

'Young woman.' Dana thought, mentally correctly herself. 'Linda is older than I am. They are all. And Mrs. Potter is spanking them all. All of them. One right after the other. And only one of them is her daughter. The rest call her Mrs. Potter. She's not even their aunt.'

Linda kicked and wiggled over the woman's lap, but Dana couldn't help noticing that the girl didn't try to squirm off it.

"Well don't just stand there." Mrs. Potter said. "I want her shorts down before I'm finished with Linda."

"What?" Dana exclaimed. "But why?"

Then she was too busy fighting them for her shorts to try reasoning. Moments later her arms being held by Pam as Heather pulled Dana's shorts down to her thighs.

"No, let me go." Dana pleaded.

Dana's heart soared when someone stuck her head in and asked what Dana was going on about.

"Oh, she's just squawking because she's next." Mrs. Potter said blithely.

"But I don't even know her!" Dana protested.

"She's right." Mrs. Potter said calmly, still spanking Linda. "But she was being a little snoop. She got to watch the other girls put on a show and now she has to pay the price of admission."

"See? She doesn't even know me." Dana declared.

To Dana's horror, her would be rescuer just grinned and left. Dana thought that was the worst thing that could happen, but she was wrong. Linda's spanking ended and the two girls dragged Dana to Mrs. Potter's lap. Being put over that lap, that was the worse thing that could happen.

"Please don't! I didn't mean to spy." Dana blathered.

"Since you're taking this so hard, I'll leave the hairbrush out of it." Mrs. Potter told her.

With Pam and Heather holding Dana's arms over her head, Mrs. Potter had no problems managing Dana. Dana put up an extra burst of energy when she felt Mrs. Potter's fingers lift her panties, but that did nothing to slow their descent.

Then Mrs. Potter's right palm came crashing on Dana's right cheek and Dana had more to worry about than the position of her panties. The resulting explosion of pain in her bottom was far more important than the fact that her bare bottom was showing. Then came a smack on her left cheek that left Dana gasping, then there was one on the middle of Dana's sit spot that left her squealing.

After that came a flurry of slaps that were too fast to count, covering the whole of her bottom. The strong hold on her arms limited her upper body struggles but she was free to kick and squirm - and she did. At least she did until she felt hands on her legs.

"Standing there and watching me get spanked?" Linda fumed. "Was that your plan?"

"No! Stop!" Dana begged, not sure if she talking to the woman spanking her or the girl pulling at her clothes.

When Linda finished the job, Dana discovered that without her shorts around her knees she had more freedom to kick. Part of her knew that she was putting on more of show, with her legs scissoring and jerking wildly, but Dana didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the pain burning in her backside. The feel of Mrs. Potter's palm crashing down and the pain that caused.

Dana was crying freely, with snot running down her face, when she felt someone hook her shorts around one foot, then the other. It limited her kicking, but somehow having her shorts back on made Dana feel less vulnerable. Even if they were only on her knees.

"And that's that." Mrs. Potter declared with a final smack.

"Mom, she should have to do corner time." Heather declared as she helped Dana up.

"You know that we don't have time for time for that." Mrs. Potter told her daughter.

"Well she's losing these in lieu of corner time." Linda declared, flourishing Dana's underwear. "Imagine, her spying on me getting spanked!"

"And me." Pam added.

"And probably me." Heather said.

"We don't have a lot of time to spare here." Mrs. Potter noted. "Show her where to clean up so we can get a move on."

Dana was still crying as the three older girls led her away. They seemed to know where they were going, leading her directly a drinking fountain. Or rather just pass a drinking fountain to a water hose.

"This place is a lifesaver." Pam said, splashing her face with water.

"Yeah, cleaning the tears off your face in private is great." Heather added.

"So is this your first time down that trail?" Linda asked.

"Um, well..." Dana sniffed.

"Was Heather's mom the first person to spank your little hinny?" Linda pressed.

"Um, well..."

"Thought so." Linda grinned. "The way you were thrashing around from a simple hand spanking."

"You didn't even get the brush." Pam said.

""Maybe mom thought she was a little girl." Heather suggested cruelly. "She's bare enough down there."

"I thought only sluts shaved." Pam taunted.

"Um, can I have my panties back?" Dana sniffed.

Her question was greeted with mocking laughter.

"You're lucky that we're letting you wear your shorts." Linda taunted.

"We should make you go home without them." Pam suggested. "Make you see how far down you can stretch your T-shirt."

"But mom would freak if we did that." Heather pointed out.

"Which is a reason to do it." Linda suggested.

"Maybe later." Pam suggested.

Giggling, the three girls left Dana there.


Dana fixed her face the best she could, drying her face on the back of her T-shirt.

'My body heat should dry it out.' Dana told herself, hoping that she telling the truth.

Even with her face fixed, Dana couldn't see how people wouldn't notice that she had been spanked. Sean for one would be sure to notice.


"A witch spanked me." Sean muttered.

"She wasn't a witch." Katie countered. "Let's talk about this in the car."

"She was too a witch. She was a B-witch." Sean insisted.

They were out of the parking lot before Dana asked about Sean's experience. Not that she really wanted to know (not after everything she had seen at the rest stop) but as long as everyone was focusing on Sean then no one should notice her problems.

"How did it happen?" Dana asked.

"She just spanked me for nothing." Sean moaned, shifting in his sit.

"No she didn't." Katie snapped. "You were standing there grinning like an idiot while she spanked her little girl. You were cracking jokes and smirking as her daughter was crying."

"Wasn't doing nothing." Sean sulked.

"She even asked you if want some and you just stood there laughing." Katie retorted.

"You weren't even there." Sean protested.

"No, but three women told me everything you did." Katie told him. "And I did see the end of it."

"The end of it?" Dana asked.

"The woman grabbed him and spanked him." Katie confirmed. "She gave him six, maybe eight smacks on the set of his jeans."

"Maybe eight?" Katie asked, mentally comparing that to the harsh smacking she had been given.

"It was a million!" Sean insisted.

"It happened so fast I'm not sure." Katie continued. "It was least six, it might have been eight, I just don't know. But it wasn't a million."

"But my bum hurts!" Sean moaned.

"It's not in that bad of shape." Katie told him. "There's hardly any red on it."

"Um, do you have x-ray eyes or..."

"He was carrying on and wouldn't stop until I check." Katie told her niece. "So we went into the family bathroom and into one of the stalls and I checked him out."

"Um, I see." Dana said.

"Of course I didn't have to." Katie said. "It was Hazard County. I could have yanked down his pants right then and there and all anyone would notice was that I wasn't spanking him. But I thought it would be easier to explain to his parents if I took him into a stall and checked."

"She broke my bum." Sean moaned.

"No, she didn't."

Sean continued to moan and sulk for the rest of the drive home, giving Dana a much needed distraction from her own suffering. She knew that six smacks over his jeans was nothing compared to the countless ones Mrs. Potter had given her on the bare, but as long as Sean moaned and groaned Aunt Katie wouldn't notice that the girl in the front seat had been spanked in Hazard County.


They were approaching Katie's house when the woman spoke up.

"Dana? I hate to ask you for a favour, but I probably have to."

"Um, sure. What?" Dana asked, picturing herself lying to Sean's parents, telling them that Sean was making up a story about being spanked.

"I've got something in my purse that should stay cool." Katie revealed. "And I suspect that I'm going have to have a long talk with Sean's parents. Maybe a very long talk."

"I can see that." Dana nodded.

"So when we get home could you take my keys and take my purse and put it in the fridge?" Katie asked.

"Um, sure." Dana agreed, glad she wouldn't have to lie to anyone about what happened to Sean.

"And things could get ugly." Katie said needlessly. "So you should probably wait inside until I can tell you that the coast is clear."

"I can do that." Dana nodded.


The car hadn't come to full stop before Sean was out of it, running to his mother. Dana was happy to slip into the house and avoid the fireworks she knew had to be coming.

'I wonder what's in Aunt Katie's purse?' Dana thought as she placed in the fridge.

Her errand accomplished, Dana wondered just how long Katie would be out. More importantly, would be long enough for Dana to check the state of her bottom in the bathroom mirror. It was throbbing and she knew that it had to be beet-red.

'It will only take a minute.' Dana decided.

Her hand was on the bathroom door when she heard the front door opening.

"Dana?" Katie called. "Can you meet me upstairs? There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Um, okay." Dana called back, turning away from the bathroom as she did.

She found her aunt in the master bedroom.

"Come in, come in." Katie said, waving her in.

"Did Sean's parents freak?" Dana asked, wondering why the conversation had been so short.

"Surprisingly, no." Katie answered. "Or maybe it's not surprisingly. Not after they accepted how he had his pants pulled down that first time. And then the second time. Um, could you stand over there for a moment?"

"Sure." Dana agreed, not knowing where this was going.

She ended up in front of her aunt's full length mirror.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Dana asked.

"That." Katie said, pointing low behind Dana.

Dana glanced over her shoulders and blanched. The girl in the mirror had pinkish red marks on her thighs.

"Your shorts aren't covering you everywhere you were spanked." Katie said needlessly.

"You... You knew?" Dana gasped.

Katie burst into a laugh.

"I'm sorry, but if you had seen yourself when you got to the car." Katie told her. "You had cleaned up your face a bit, but it was still flushed, your nose was running a bit, I could see where you had dried your face on your T-shirt, and you were wincing at every step."

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"Because it as clear that you didn't want Sean to know. That you probably didn't want me to know. You weren't screaming about what happened and even if you were upset then there was nothing I could do about it. It was Hazard County after all." Katie told her. "So what happened?"

"Um, well, I kind of wandered too close to teen trail and got caught up in something." Dana said, blushing. "And that's enough to get spanked in Hazard County."

"I see. Well, even if you don't want to make big deal out of it, I can't let you walk home like that." Katie told her niece. "Anyone who sees you from the back will know what happened. Let me loan you a skirt."

"A skirt?" Dana asked.

"Well you'd never fit into my slacks." Katie told her.

Katie walked to her closet and found a skirt.

"Here." Katie said as she tossed it to her niece. "It should do."

"Um, thanks Aunt Katie." Dana said.

She turned away from the mirror and her aunt. Dana's shorts were halfway down before she remembered what she wasn't wearing under them.

"And where did your panties go?" Katie asked as Dana yanked her shorts up again.

"Um, something about them going in lieu of corner time." Dana admitted in a small voice.

"Then you'll need something else." Katie said, digging into the back of her closet.

"Um, that's okay." Dana said, planning to wear the skirt over her shorts.

"Nope, I bought them with you in mind." Katie said as she dug around. "That first weekend. I'm not sure if you'll remember looking at them, but after I showed them to you I couldn't help but think that they could come in handy one day. Ah, there they are. Catch."

Dana caught the package that Katie tossed towards her. She stared at its label: 'modesty shields'?

"What are they?" Dana asked.

"Open them and find out." Katie said, turning back from the closet.

Dana was shocked. 'Modesty shields' were a weird form of panty. From the front they looked like full panties, covering far more than Dana's new bikini did. But they transformed, starting around the crotch, into a thong with the smallest piece of butt floss that Dana had ever seen. And there, on the front, was a little patch that read "Hazard County Modesty Shield", which proved that they came from that overpriced gift shop.

"The theory it is that they leave your butt bare while covering what's not going to get spanked." Katie explained. "Thus shielding a girl's modesty."

"Um, I see." Dana said dryly.

"Personally I don't see the point. It's not like you'd look modest in them, but if you're going to get your butt spanked in Hazard County then it's something to think about." Katie said. "Keep them."

Dana looked at the three pack of the strangest thong panties that she had ever seen. Today, for this emergency, sure, but she knew that she would never wear them again.

"Now change into them and give me your shorts." Katie instructed. "We need to explain why you're going home in my skirt."

"Um..."

"Do I have to remind you that I used to change your diapers? Besides, I should take a good look at your bottom. I'm sure that it's much worse shape than Sean's. Honestly, I think that by the time his parents get him home that he won't have a mark left on him."

Dana decided that she didn't want to argue. She kept her back to her aunt and changed out of her shorts and into one of the thongs. Not that it did anything to cover her bottom, but Dana felt better with it on.

"Ouch." Katie chuckled. "I can practically feel the heat from here. Now I have to head downstairs. Meet in the kitchen when you're done changing."

Dana paused as she reached for the skirt.

"Um, Aunt Katie? What did you have in your purse that needed to be kept cool?"

"Thanks for reminding me." Katie laughed. "Nothing. It was just an excuse to get you inside without Sean or his parents noticing those spank marks. But if you hadn't said anything it would have stayed in there until I went to fix dinner."


With her aunt out of the room, Dana paused again. Now with her aunt gone she had a bit of time to inspect her bottom in the mirror. As she inspected her bottom the piece of butt floss might as be invisible for all it covered.

"Oh my poor butt." Dana moaned.

Sean's bottom might be mark free when he got home, but not so Dana. She knew that those marks would linger long after she was home.

"Dana? Any trouble up there?"

"No Aunt Katie." Dana called, slipping the borrowed skirt over her sore bottom then wincing as it made contact with her skin.

Then she rushed downstairs to find her aunt heating up ice cream.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Melting ice cream." Katie answered. "Also known as inventing your cover story."

"Cover story?"

"Observe." Katie told her. "I pour this melted ice cream on your shorts. Voila! A sticky mess. Now for the story. As you were leaving the girl's room a little girl tried to rush passed you. She was carsick and didn't quite make it to the toilet. In short, she barfed all over you. Sean didn't notice, not with him sulking over that, but you had sticky clothes all the way home because you didn't feel comfortable trying to soak them in a bathroom sink in Hazard County. Then you came in with me and soaked them for a while to get the worse of the stains out, but there was no way you could walk home in wet sticky shorts so I lent you the skirt."

"Wow! That's a great story." Dana said appreciatively.

"Thanks. You should ask your grandmother about how I used to baffle her with bullshit." Katie chuckled. "You can return the skirt when you get a chance. I'll give you a bag for your shorts, but you should hide the panties in your purse."

"I don't think I'll take them with me." Dana said.

"Nonsense!" Katie chuckled. "You're wearing a pair home. If anyone notices them in the laundry you can say you bought them for a joke and had to use a pair when you forgot to do a wash, but that only works if you have the rest of the package at your house."

"Um..."

"The key to any good story is in the details." Katie pointed out. "That keep your grandmother off my back for years. Didn't you ever learn that? No wonder that your mom caught you all those times you went drinking with your friends."

"Um, well..."

"And a good story is sometimes better than the truth." Katie continued. "There were plenty of times when your grandparents wouldn't have believed the truth and a good story saved the day. Now that's the worse thing, isn't it? When they don't believe the truth?"

"Um, it is." Dana agreed. "Like when I really haven't done anything but they won't believe it."

"So when you know they won't believe it come up with a story they will believe." Katie told her niece. "Add in a bit of embarrassment, like a kid barfing on you or someone spilling a drink on your blouse, and it becomes so much more believable than the truth. And let's face it; if you told the truth about today do you think that anyone would believe you?"

"Um, I guess not." Dana agreed.

"So take the thongs and wear the skirt and if anyone asks you can point to the stain on your shorts." Katie told her.


It was a long, painful walk home. Each time her cheeks rubbed together was a reminder of her spanking. Once home, Dana echoed her aunt's story (mentioning the barf, not the thongs) and then retreated to the safety of her room.

Alone with the door locked, Dana shed the borrowed skirt, stepped out of those horrid excuse for panties, and examined her bottom.

It was a mess. Even after the drive to her aunt's and long walk home, Dana's bottom was a mess. A red and puffy mess. Looking at it, focusing on the pain in her backside, Dana had only one question in her mind:

"What the hell does Lisa see in spankings?"


"Did you think you could away with ruining my flowers?" Mrs. Harvey said, bringing her palm down again. Bringing it down hard on the squealing child and

Dana awoke, her nightshirt soaked in sweat. The dream had been so much more vivid this time. This time Dana knew what a spanked bottom felt like.

"Why Mrs. Harvey again?" Dana wondered, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine to help her think. "Why not Heather's mother? She's the one who actually did it."

Sipping her wine, Dana thought that maybe it was because Mrs. Harvey might have spanked her when spanking might have been appropriate, not now when her bottom was only at risk in a weird alternative jurisdiction like Hazard County. She knew that there were some kids in Wellington County who had been brought up with spankings, and if Dana had been one of them then she might have ended up over Mrs. Harvey's lap. After a few more glasses, Dana decided that she had figured it all and could go back to sleep.


Laying in bed on her stomach, Dana was almost asleep when she shifted positions and her thighs rubbed together.

"So that's what Lisa sees in it." Dana muttered sleepily.

The next day she couldn't remember why she had said that, but for a brief moment she had known that strange woman's attraction to spanking.


Fourth weekend in July

As they pulled away from the lost in the loop rest stop, Dana cursed herself for a fool. She actually dressed with the idea of maybe getting spanked. She had worn that ridiculous 'spank me' thong and slacks that would hide any stray marks. And what happened?

Dana had avoided the east side of the rest stop. Avoided it completely. She hadn't even gone to the building that housed the woman's room (with its wall of shame). Nor had she seen any teens being led in that direction. Heck, she had barely seen any kids getting their bums patted. Dana wished she had someone to blame, someone like Sean, but while he had been a bit clingy he was looking to his aunt for protection, not Dana.

No, she dressed for a spanking then she had completely chickened out. Not that it was likely that anyone would spank her, but she hadn't even tried to make it happen.

Worse, now she had launder two pairs of those stupid panties. Which meant hiding them from her mom and maybe even hanging them up in her closet to dry. Dana hadn't done anything like that since some early embarrassments brought on by her monthly visitor. Hiding underwear now, it made her feel like a confused little girl and Dana hated feeling that way.


Fifth week of July

Dana smoothed her slacks as she got out of her Aunt Katie's car. As she did so she wondered if she was crazy. Once more she had worn slacks and a 'modesty thong'. Dana didn't think that she was hoping to be spanked, but she had prepared in case it happened.

Which might be a sensible thing to do in Hazard County, but it was totally insane in Wellington County.


Katie headed towards the gift shop with Sean following close behind her. Left to her own devices, Dana drifted to the east side of the rest stop.

'Just to look.' Dana told herself. 'And I'm not going down teen trail.'

The shriek of brakes caught her attention. Her eyes drawn to the noise, Dana watched an angry looking man hauling a teenage girl out of a car. She was apologising, pleading, saying things like "Please no daddy" as the man dragged her away to teen trail.

Dana swallowed hard. The girl was maybe a year or two younger than she was. Or maybe the girl wasn't as young as Dana felt.

Another car pulled in moments later. The couple that emerged from it were looking towards the angry father, chuckling, and joking among themselves. The teenage girl who emerged from the backseat found things less humorous.

"Derick's lost it."

"Totally."

"Um, dad? What is Mr. Gable going to do with Zoe?"

"Well less see. The Gables are from Hazard County. After that stunt you two pulled, Derick said that Zoe was lucky they weren't in Hazard County because if they were then Zoe wouldn't be doing much sitting."

The girl interrupted her father then.

"But that was my idea."

The man continued on as if she hadn't spoken.

"Zoe's father has been fuming all day. This little detour happened to bring us into Hazard County. Now he's dragging her someplace private. Off hand, I'd say that Zoe is going to develop a little problem in the sitting department."

"But it was my idea."

"Honey, I wouldn't be bragging about that. Not here, not right now."

Then her mother spoke up.

"And if you were thinking about walking down that path and telling Zoe's father not to spank her, I'd forget it. There's no way I'd let you do that. The way he's feeling, Derick might very well smack your bum too."

"But he can't!"

Her mother chuckled over that.

"This is Hazard County. Legally he can. But don't worry, he won't, not unless you walk down that path and put yourself in the middle of his business with Zoe. And no daughter of mine would ever do that."


By this point, Dana almost felt as if she knew the pair. Derick Gable was from Hazard County and he was dragging his daughter Zoe someplace quiet so he could spank her. Not for something she had done in the car but for something she had done hours earlier. Something that the man had fumed over for hours.

Knowing that much about the pair, how could Dana leave it alone?

'I might not even find them.' Dana told herself as she strolled towards the teen trail. 'The place is a maze. I could wander around forever and not find them. Why am I even trying to find them?'

Deep inside her, Dana knew the answer to that last one. The man was from Hazard County. She had a chance to see a Hazard County father discipline his teenage daughter, the way that Dana might have been disciplined if she had grown up in Hazard County.


At the time, Dana had thought luck was with her. That, or the father's impatience. She practically stumbled over the pair after the first branching of the trail. The girl's shorts were down and Dana could see that Zoe had worn the bottom half of a bikini under them, but that it was now tangled in her shorts. The man's belt was off and doubled over in hand as he brought crashing down over and over again on his daughter's bare backside. Dana could tell that he was lecturing her about something, but between the crack of the strap and the noise that Zoe was making Dana couldn't make out a word he was saying.

Dana could only stare. She had thought that her bottom had been a mess after what that woman had done but it had been nothing compared to that girl's problem. Dana didn't see a spot that wasn't already red; she was sure that there would be bruises if the man kept it up.

And he wasn't stopping. The belt crashed down on the girl's bottom, on her thighs, everywhere. It rained down non-stop and Dana could only stand there and watch. Not that there was anything she could do to interfere. That man was belting his daughter until he was done and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it. Not in Hazard County.

Then the man was up and marching his sobbing daughter to face a tree. Dana saw him fiddle around the tree for a moment, then he was walking away from the tree.

Straight to the bushes where Dana was watching from. It wasn't obvious at first; she was behind the stone chair he had been sitting in and at first Dana thought he going to retrieve his belt. But when he reached the chair he ignored the belt and put on a burst of speed. Dana barely had time to turn and take a frantic step before he was on her.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? Did you enjoy spying on my daughter? Did you think she wanted you to watch? Do you think that I'd've taken her down this path if I want people to see her getting what she had coming?"

Dana tried to get a word in edgewise, but the man wasn't pausing his rant. He was still angry and he was dragging her to where he had spanked his daughter.

And after last time, Dana knew that it was no use screaming for help. That no one would save her from this outraged man. That in moments she might started screaming but those screams wouldn't bring help any faster than when she had screamed for help before Mrs. Potter spanked her.

"Please, I wasn't spying I was walk and I didn't want to walk through until you were done and I didn't mean to..."

Dana's pleas fell on deaf ears. Mr. Gable's fingers formed a vice around her arm as his other hand undid her slacks.

"You saw how I belted my daughter. Did you think that I'd go easier on you?" Derick demanded.

When he saw he saw Dana's modesty panties, Derick laughed. Leaving her slacks at her knees, he picked his belt off the ground, saying:

"I see someone dressed you right this morning. Okay, those can stay up. For all the protection they offer."

Dana was still pleading as the man forced her over his lap, but he wasn't listening. She tried to struggle, but he trapped one of her leg between his. Stuck, Dana knew exactly how he would look as he raised the belt.

Exactly as he looked a few minutes ago when he was taking the belt to his own daughter.

Then the doubled loop crashed down and Dana forgot how he looked. She forgot everything except the pain exploding in backside.

He was lecturing her, Dana knew that he was lecturing, but she wasn't hearing him any more than she had when he was punishing Zoe. The explosions of pain on her backside cancelled out the rest of the world. The feel of the belt as it wrapped around her hips was all that mattered. As it wrapped around her legs. Dana's screams reached a new height when the belt kissed her inner thigh.

Dana thought it would never end, but somehow it did. One moment there was a miracle and the belt failed to fall. The vice returned to her arm as she was hauled to her feet and drug sobbing to face a tree.

"I left them up for the spanking, but now they come down." Derick announced, his actions matching his words. "You embarrassed my daughter by seeing her bare ass and now it's your turn. See this? It's an egg timer. They have them on some of the trees. You make one move before it empties and we started this little dance again, from the top. Zoe! Get your clothes up. We've got places to be and people who won't wait for your butt to stop hurting. And stop crying! You're too old to carry on like that after a little spanking!"

Dana was sobbing too hard to see any egg timer. Once her tears were semi under control she looked for it - finding it suspended by a string from a branch. It seemed empty, so Dana risked a look behind her.

The clearing was empty too. There was no sign of Mr. Gable or his daughter. Tears in her eyes, Dana bent and pulled up the thong thing. The feel of the butt floss entering her crack brought fresh tears. More tears came when her slacks made contact with her cheeks. Tears that made Dana glad that she wasn't wearing her hip hugging shorts. Checking the time, she was stunned to see that so little of it had passed. Mr. Gable had made much more efficient use of his belt than Mrs. Potter had of her hairbrush and hand.

Thinking of Mrs. Potter reminded Dana of the importance of cleaning up. Somehow Dana found her way to the hose. In addition to cleaning her face, Dana found herself stepping out of her slacks and splashing some water on her poor throbbing backside. It stung on contact, but it was cool and soothing. It helped. Not much, but any help was better than nothing.

Dana had things mostly under control when another girl stumbled over to use the hose. Dana helped the new girl to where it was while offering her some advice.

"Take your dress off." Dana urged. "You don't want to get it wet, do you? If you do that might as well be fixing your face in the bathroom."

The younger girl co-operated, then while she was washing her face Dana ruthlessly used the girl's dress to dry her own ass and face. Sliding her slacks back up, Dana was gone before the other girl realised that she had been betrayed.


Dana tried to walk as if nothing had happened, but she knew that she wasn't doing a good job. Each step was agony. When the parking lot came in view, Dana gave a sigh of relief when she saw that the Gable car (and the other that stopped with it) was gone from the lot. Part hoped that other, nameless, girl travelling in the other car, had tasted the belt too, but mostly she was relieved that she didn't have face any of them. With this being a chance encounter, Dana doubted that she would ever see any of them again.

That left Sean as her main worry. Katie might sense what happened, but Dana knew that her aunt would keep quiet about it. But Sean, the boy would never let her forget what happened. Waiting by the car, Dana tried to think of ways to distract the boy.


It was an effort that she needn't have bothered to make. When Sean and her aunt approached the car Dana saw Sean rubbing almost comically at his seat. From the way he was walking, Dana could tell that the boy wasn't in the same shape that she was in. That his bottom couldn't be hurting much, if at all.

"She had no right." Sean insisted.

Hearing his tone, Dana thought that he was saying that for perhaps the thousandth time.

"Just get in the car and shut up about it." Katie said, stowing something in the trunk.

"I don't know if I can." Sean said. "Maybe I can't sit it hurts so much."

"Just get in the car before someone decides that you're asking for a real spanking." Katie said wearily. "Because in this parking lot, someone might decide that if you're asking for a spanking then you should get one."

Sean didn't stop grousing, but he did get into the car. There was some very theatrical wincing and moaning, but he had his seatbelt on before they left the parking lot.

"So what happened?" Dana inquired, forcing her tone to be as pain free as she could.

She ignored the exaggerate tale of woe that poured forth from the backseat and listened only to her aunt.

"It's not that bad." Katie said. "It's practically nothing. Sean was wandering around in the gift shop when someone decided to test something."

"For no reason!" Sean added. "I didn't even do nothing this time."

"Test what?" Dana prompted.

"Two paddles and one hairbrush." Katie revealed. "One smack from each. Just for the sound. His jeans and everything were left up. It's not like his bum was bared. At not least until someone insisted that I check on it to see if it was broken."

"I hate this place." Sean sulked.

"So we went back to the family bathroom and I checked him in a stall again." Katie continued. "There was barely a mark."

"I hate this whole place." Sean repeated.

"That's not what you said when you watched that big girl get her spanking." Katie countered.

"I didn't say anything then." Sean protested.

"You didn't use words, but the way you stared showed how you didn't hate this place." Katie told him.

"Maybe not." Sean admitted. "But she had no right! And there had to be a mark! Three of them. You just didn't look close enough."

Sean carried on all the way back to Katie's house, so wrapped in his own concerns that he never noticed her wincing in the front seat.


"Why don't you wait until after Sean's parents leave?" Katie suggested as they were nearing her home. "Then you can come in the house and we can talk."

"Um, well..."

"Or we could start talking now with Sean in the backseat. Your choice." Katie said sweetly.

Dana blushed and fought the urge to shift in her seat. It hurt to sit but she knew that she couldn't find a position where it didn't hurt to sit. Dana also knew that if she fidgeted and wiggled in her seat then Sean might leave his sulk long enough to notice that all wasn't right with her. If Sean knew that she had gotten spanked, well the boy would never let her forget it. He'd go around and tell everyone!

And that was what Aunt Katie was threatening her with.

"Later might be better." Dana agreed sourly.

She waited in the car while Sean ran to his parents and told them his tale of grief. A surprising short time later they were gone and Dana was limping into the house while Katie got something from the trunk.

"This is why Sean was wandering the store alone." Katie revealed, offering Dana a bag. "I purposely lost sight of him so I could pick this up. Of course I didn't plan on that woman testing paddles on his backside, but I didn't come running when she tested the first one."

"You didn't?" Dana asked in surprise.

"I couldn't." Katie revealed. "I was at the cash register, paying when I heard him squawking. I was able to stop things before they went too far, but I fear that Sean's bum paid a small price for your privacy. Of course it was nothing compared to what you've obviously gone through, but I would have rathered it hadn't happened.

"Um..."

"But it did and there's no use crying over spilled milk." Katie continued. "Why don't you go to my bedroom and try this on. Go on! We have to hurry. You don't want to be here when the others come home, do you?"

Dana thought about facing Katie's family now and stilled her objections. Saving time was more important than asking questions.

Opening the bag on her way upstairs, Dana was relieved to see that it was a skirt. At first glance it didn't even look embarrassing. No logos, no cute sayings, nothing that identified it as coming from Hazard County.


Once in her aunt's room, Dana shed her jeans. Beyond the joy of removing the touch of their fabric from her skin, Dana knew that her aunt would want her to wear it without her slacks on. With her slacks down, she couldn't help but sneak a peak at her bottom in the full length mirror.

It was a mess! It looked far worse than it had last time. It throbbed more and looked worse than what Mrs. Potter had done. Seeing it brought home how much it hurt, to the point that Dana had to fight the return of tears. Forcing her face to stay neutral, Dana eased on the skirt - wincing as it made contact with her burning bottom globes.

'Not a bad fit.' Dana thought in surprise.

It was actually a nice skirt. It fell above her knees, but not that far above her knees. It was loose and flaired and almost fashionable. There wasn't even a logo or anything else marketing it as a Hazard County souvenir.

'Why would they sell it at that gift shop?' Dana wondered.

A knock came on the door.

"Are you changed yet?" Katie asked, barely pausing before opening the bedroom door. "That looks wonderful on you."

"It fits." Dana nodded. "But I didn't need to borrow one. But why was it for sale at that place?"

"Lie down on the bed and I'll show you." Katie said, leading Dana to it. "That's it, face down in the bed. Smooth out your skirt."

"Um, okay." Dana said, allowing her aunt to guide her.

Laying facedown, the skirt trapped under her legs.

"And this is what makes this skirt special." Katie said, taking hold of the bottom of Dana's skirt and lifting.

Between its looseness and the flairs, Katie had no trouble lifting the edge of the skirt well over her niece's hips.

"That's freaky." Dana noted softly.

"That looks painful." Katie noted.

"Um, I wasn't planning to show you." Dana said softly.

"I inspected Sean over nothing." Katie pointed out. "The least I can do is make sure there's no bruising."

"Um, but..."

"And I can see you put my last present to good use. Or someone did." Katie commented, examining her niece's sore bottom. "You were smart to wear them."

"I was stupid!" Dana said, fighting off a sob. "I shouldn't have worn them! I shouldn't have gone near there. I got spanked hard and it was by a man! I was so dumb!"

"You're young and you're exploring." Katie replied frankly. "More to the point you've lived your life in the shadow of Hazard County; I'd be surprised if you weren't interested in looking around. Exploring in a relatively safe environment. God, was it a belt? It looks like it wrapped around your hips. That thing really does cover your front well. Lift your hips a bit so I can move it."

Feeling miserable, Dana obeyed; feeling oddly out of place as her aunt lowered her thong.

"Now turn." Katie said, rolling Dana hip up. "Um, no damage, but I can see why he might have thought you were young enough to need a spanking. But not with that modesty thing up. I meant to ask last time but I didn't want to overwhelm you and now might not be the best time but why are you shaving there?"

Dana blushed furiously.

"It was another mistake. I was trimming ..." Dana began, then she poured out her tail of woe.

Katie started to chuckle when Dana mentioned slipping and was openly laughing as Dana talking about being found out at the lake. At some point Dana started to see a bit of humour in it too. She had to admit to herself that if it had happened to someone else then she would be laughing too.

"Stop it!" Dana said, fighting off the giggles. "It's not funny. It's really not."

"No, but it shows how important a good story is." Katie laughed. "You should have known that there was a chance that someone would see - so you should have come up with a story."

"I couldn't say that I made a mistake." Dana said, wincing as she replaced her panties and the thong passed in between her hot cheeks.

"No, you couldn't say that you slipped in the shower." Katie countered. "But you could have said you tried a new cream and it didn't work the way it said it would. That it made such a mess that you had to take it all off to fix it. Or you were trying a new hair colour and decided to test it where you it wouldn't show and it was so hideous that you couldn't leave it there."

Dana was shocked.

"That would have worked." Dana said.

"Especially if you bought a bottle of dye and passed it around right after you got home." Katie told her niece. "Better yet, you could have set the scene by complaining about it and then confiding to a couple of your closest friends that you had to shave it all off. If you told them before anyone saw your bald spot then they would have believed you."

"Oh my god they would have. They would have believed every word." Dana replied, working it out in her head.

"Now get up." Katie said. "You can wear the skirt home and carry the slacks if you want. Personally I would; I bet that skirt feels better than those slacks, doesn't it."

"Um, I guess." Dana nodded.

Rising, she adjusted her skirt.

"Um, can I ask..."

"Why I'm buying you these things?" Katie supplied. "It's what I said; you've grown up in the shadow of Hazard County. I'd be shocked if you didn't feel like exploring and the least I can do is to make things safer for you. Make sure that don't get into any real trouble."

"Well it didn't work. You're seen my bum, you know I ran into real trouble."

"No, that was just a real spanking." Katie countered. "Letting a man spank you half naked and see that you were bald, that might have led to real trouble but it didn't. Walking back to the car bare below the waist, that would be trouble. This? This was you exploring Hazard County in a semi controlled way. Now get going. You don't want to be here when the others get back."


When she reached home, Dana couldn't help examining her bottom in the mirror. Even after all this time it was red and there was a spot that might be the beginning of a bruise. Naked, angling two mirrors, Dana could see everything.

Or almost everything.

"What did Lisa see in this?" Dana muttered, searching for something that wouldn't show in any mirror.

Dana knew that if she hadn't seen Lisa playing with spanking then she would have been able to ignore teen trail. That she would have just wandered the safer areas of the rest stop, places where Sean might have gotten his little bottom tapped but Dana's buns would have been safe. But she had seen how turned on Lisa had been. How sexual it had been for her. Dana just couldn't understand that.

Part of her knew that until she understood, until she had handle on what she had seen, that she would continued to wander the east side of that rest stop. That she would watch other girls (girls only a bit younger than she was) get it and risk getting it herself. She knew what a sexily excited girl looked like and Lisa had been on the verge of cumming after that spanking. That Lisa had maybe cum while being fingered. That maybe the girl had cum from the spanking itself.

When that belt was coming down, Dana hadn't felt at all like cumming. Afterwards, there had been heat, but that was in her backside, not in her belly. And yet...

And yet, the heat in her backside had been located awfully close to her belly. Almost confusingly close.


Mrs. Harvey's belt came crash down, wrapping around her bare leg. Then suddenly Mrs. Harvey was gone and it was Derick Gable belting her and her legs were spread and

Dana woke with a start. She had known it was a dream when Mrs. Harvey changed into that horrible man. She wondered if her mind was trying to tell herself something, that if Mrs. Harvey had been a native of Hazard County then she (like that man) would have taken Dana firmly in hand, spanking Dana whenever she (and not Dana's parents) thought it necessary. That if they had lived just a bit closer to the border of Hazard County, Dana's parents might have friends on both sides of the line and Dana might have spent time there as a child.

Dana could now easily picture Mrs. Harvey taking her to get one of those special foldouts.

And there were people who had friends on both sides of the line. The people in that second car had clearly been from here while Mr. Gable was clearly from Hazard County. Dana couldn't help thinking about that second girl, the one who clearly had never spent a moment over Mr. Gable's lap.

Was that girl lying awake now, thinking about Zoe's spanking? Were the Gables staying with the other family? Were Zoe and that other girl sharing a room tonight? Had the other girl seen Zoe's battered bottom when they changed for bed tonight.

Dana's mind race until she left her sweat stained bed. A few wine coolers later and Dana was able to sleep again. She still had a bit of a burning in her backside and had some odd dreams, but Dana knew that she wouldn't remember any of them.

First Weekend of August

Dana could barely believe that she was doing this, but here she was, wearing a weird thong and the skirt that her aunt had bought her. The car was pulling into the rest stop and it was too late to change. To late to do anything except walk around and see what there was to see. Walk around, knowing how easily it would be for someone to yank up her skirt and expose her bottom.

'I must be crazy.' Dana thought.

To make it worse, Sean had plan that would keep Katie busy for a while. After he peed he wanted to go to the gift shop and get a souvenir paddle. Not just any paddle, one of the ones that had been tested on his backside. And since he hadn't been looking closely at the paddle he was going to have to look at every possible design.

Which would leave Dana ample time to wander teen trail - if she wanted to.


Leaving the bathroom, Dana almost bumped into someone.

"Dana Galloway? What are you doing here?"

It took Dana a long minute to recognise the girl.

"Vicky? Vicky Walters?" Dana said, stepping to one side to clear the path to washroom door.

Vicky went with her. As they walked, Dana had to double check to be sure that it was really was Vicky Terri Walters. The girl didn't look anything like herself. Gone were the black clothes, the eye shadow, the pasty makeup, and the 'in your face' hairstyle. In their place were, well, normal clothes. Not just normal clothes, ones that made Vicky Terri Walters look young. Dana was practically sure that even the girl's bust line had changed, shrinking to that of a younger, less mature, girl. The outfit seemed selected to take years off of Vicky Terri Walters' age. And when she saw the girl from the back, Dana was surprised to see target circles on the girl's rear cheeks. That she was wearing shorts that had been bought in the gift shop.

"Wow, I didn't expect to run into anyone I knew here." Vicky Terri Walters smirked.

"I thought there was a chance." Dana admitted.

"You did?" Vicky Terri Walters asked in surprise.

Dana just nodded.

"I've been passing through this place all summer." Dana confided.

Out came the story of the weekly trip to Brockway, the big traffic jam near Haverbrook Lake, and Sean's small bladder.

"... and I've run into people I know here." Dana concluded. "It's the fastest way home from Brockway and it's not like you're really stopping in Hazard County."

"No?" Vicky Terri Walters smirked, angling her head to indicate an on going spanking.

"Well technically you are." Dana conceded. "And sometimes people take advantage of that technically. But that explains me. What are you doing here? Dressed like, um, not yourself?"

Vicky Terri Walters laughed.

"That's a good way of putting it." Vicky Terri Walters laughed. "Not even my panties are black. They're actually pink with little hearts on them; yes, I bought them just for today."

"And the shorts?"

"I picked them up at the gift shop." Vicky Terri Walters confirmed, then patted her bag. It looked more like a school bag than a purse, the sort of thing a younger girl would carry on her way to the beach. "The ones I was wearing are in here. I went into the bathroom and changed in a stall. Did you see that place? The girls facing that wall? Of course you have. That's wild. Totally wild."

"That's Hazard County." Dana nodded. "Which is crazy, but still doesn't explain why you're dressed like that. Or why you're even here."

Vicky Terri Walters glanced away.

"I needed to... I kind of had to up the ante in something." Vicky Terri Walters admitted. "I... Well you know the crowd that hangs around the Black Cat?"

Dana nodded. The Black Cat Café was a seedy place where every Thursday they had open mike poetry readings. Dana had only attended one of those; she just couldn't take the angst filled verses that passed for poetry there.

"Well do you know Lucky Silver and Darkling Bannock?" Vicky Terri Walters asked.

Dana nodded. She knew them enough to know that their real names were Judi Silver and Meg Bannock and they hung around the 'black string stocking, wear all black and too much makeup' crowd that Vicky Terri Walters hovered at the edges of. You could say a lot about Vicky Terri Walters, but at least she hadn't tried to change her name to something pretentious like Lucky or Darkling.

"Well both of them were across the county line. Lucky went first, on a dare, and wandered a park just across the county line. She wandered for almost an hour nothing happened to her. Then Darkling up the ante by going to that same park wearing a super short skirt and a thong and wandered for almost two hours. Then some dares got made and some bragging got done and well..."

"And you bragged that you could walk around like that?" Dana guessed.

"Kind of. Um, but I didn't want to try the same park so..."

"So you came here where you're technically in Hazard County but meeting mostly tourists from Wellington County." Dana supplied. "And you'll stay here longer than any of the other girls stayed in Hazard County because it's safer, but they don't have to know that so you can brag all you want."

"Exactly." Vicky Terri Walters smirked. "My cousin dropped me off and took some pictures of me walking around like this. Most of them showed kids getting it in the background. Then I changed and there were more pictures, ones of me walking around with wearing these bull's-eye shorts. Bending and showing the camera and everything. Then my cousin had to go, so I get to say I was walking around alone here. That's way more than Lucky and Darkling ever did. It took a bit of teasing, but they admitted that they had an escort for every... well, they always had someone in sight in case something went wrong. But I think that maybe Darkling needed some help at one point, showing off a thong in Hazard County. What was she thinking?"

"It sounds safer than dressing young and wearing 'spank me' shorts." Dana commented, ignoring the fact that her skirt was designed to be lifted and if it was then she would be showing only a thin strip of butt floss in back.

"But that was in Hazard County, the real Hazard County." Vicky Terri Walters pointed out. "Not here. Everyone is just passing through and no one has the time to notice me."

"I see." Dana said neutrally.

"The whole thing is too perfect."

"Too perfect?"

"Um, maybe not." Vicky Terri Walters admitted, glancing around.

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"Um, I blend in too much." Vicky Terri Walters said in disgust. "Look at me. I'm a smurf. No one's looking at me. No one ever notices me."

"You're not standing out enough?" Dana smirked. "Maybe if you were wearing black. I've been here lots of times and I haven't seen a single kid come through here in black lace."

"I'm not a kid." Vicky Terri Walters snapped. "And the pictures look better if I look young. But..."

"But there are all sorts of young kids, even ones with targets on their backsides, and you don't standout at all." Dana supplied.

"Yeah, it's like I'm just another no one." Vicky Terri Walters said. "No offence."

Dana didn't take offence. At least not much. But she did have an idea.

"Have you noticed how the kids going down that trail seem older?" Dana asked, nodding towards teen trail.

"Kids?" Vicky Terri Walters snorted. "Some of them aren't kids."

"Well if you want, I can make sure that every eye is on you. Only for about ten minutes, but..."

"What are you talking about?" Vicky Terri Walters asked, her hands nervously straying to shield her bottom. "Fake taking me down there? Acting like you're going to spank me? Because you don't really look old enough to be my mom or aunt or..."

"No, if I took you down there then no one would notice you at all." Dana said. "Or they would pretend that they don't while smirking. If you've been here for a while; you must have seen it."

"Yeah, I've seen that. If not that, then what?"

"I bawl you out." Dana said. "I say that you deserve to go down there but because I'm not in charge of you I'm not taking you."

"That... Perfect!" Vicky Terri Walters smiled. "They'd ignore girl going down there but one who should go down and doesn't... They'll all be watching me."

The two of them put their heads together to flesh out the rough details. Vicky Terri Walters thought it was the perfect plan but Dana saw the obvious flaw and left it unsaid.

They walked to just beside the main entrance of the teen trail. When they took their places, Dana was very careful to position herself away from the entrance, so that Vicky Terri Walters would be facing any onlookers.

"Why do you think that you could get away with it?" Dana thundered.

"Easy! Because I can." Vicky Terri Walters smirked. "Can and did."

"This is Hazard County! We're like legally in Hazard County. Do you know what they do to kids in Hazard County?" Dana demanded.

"The same thing you did when you babysat me? I mean tried to do and didn't make real." Vicky Terri Walters taunted.

"Real? I turned your little tail pink!" Dana raged.

"Yeah, pink." Vicky Terri Walters sneered. "Just barely pink."

"Vicky Terri Walters, if I had change of you right now..."

"But you don't." Vicky Terri Walters smirked. "Grandma does and grandma would never let you. She wouldn't even let mom do it."

"UG!" Dana said, faking a wordless expression of rage.

"You can say anything you want, but you can only talk. Talk talk talk." Vicky Terri Walters teased. "Running into you is always fun, but you're not the boss of me."

"I wish I was." Dana said, wondering if she was over acting. "If I was I'd have you over my lap in heartbeat."

"But you aren't so can't." Vicky Terri Walters teased. "Grandma might think I look cute in these, but she'll never let you pat these bull's-eyes. Not like these losers."

"Don't tell me you're taunting those kids." Dana shot back, surprised by the direction the other girl was taking the ad lib. Dana hadn't suggested this as part of the plan, not in anyway, but it fit with how she wanted things to go. "You can't do that. That's cruel."

"No, they're losers. LOOO-EERS." Vicky Terri Walters crowed.

"Look Vicky, I know I'm not babysitting you now, but if your mom saw you taunting those kids then even she'd flip you over her lap on the spot. And it wouldn't matter if she was in Hazard County or not. Not even your grandmother could stop her."

"But she's not here." Vicky Terri Walters countered, oozing smugness. "And as soon as Grandma gets done eating we're leaving this hick place with all its losers. Losers like that brat."

Vicky Terri Walters pointed to a girl being dragged down the path by her mother (or maybe her aunt) and made an L with her fingers with free hand. She even paused briefly to stick her tongue out at the pitiful girl who was being marched out to meet her doom.

It didn't register on her that woman doing the dragging had a free hand.

"Take a good look at this." Vicky Terri Walters said, bending and pointing her bottom at Dana. Vicky Terri Walters started waggling it. "Cause you'll never smack it. I'm too old for a sitter and even if I wasn't I'd make sure that mom would never hire you. I can do whatever I want there's n-"

The woman dragging her daughter came even with them, and her hand snaked out and seized the bending girl. Vicky Terri Walters was caught off mid taunt, her eyes went wide. Dana tried to act surprised as Vicky Terri Walters finally remembered that in Hazard County practically any adult could spank practically any kid. That maybe they wouldn't be quite as quick to spank a girl her age, but she was dressing as if she was much younger. Worse, she acting as if she was years younger still.

Looking at the pallid expression on Vicky Terri Walters' face, Dana decided that the girl didn't really need makeup to go with her normal 'all in black' style. No, all Vicky Terri Walters needed for that pale look was the dead certainty that someone was about to spank her.


But it didn't due to gloat. Not in Hazard County. Not this close to the teen trail. Dana tried to act shocked, then acted normal as she made her way back to the car. Of course her aunt wasn't back yet, but walking to the parking lot allowed others to think that there was a purpose to her steps. One that didn't involve fleeing teen trail.

'That would have never happened if Vicky Terri Walters hadn't dress young.' Dana told herself. 'No one would have just grabbed someone Vicky Terri Walters' real age and pull her down teen trail. The only reason it happened this time is that everyone thought that Vicky Terri Walters was young and I said that her mother would spank her if she was here.'

Dana told herself that, but she wasn't completely sure that she believed herself. Which why she was watching from the parking lot rather than hanging around the east end of the rest stop. Standing where she could listen to Vicky Terri Walters getting it.

'I'm just here so I won't have to talk to Vicky Terri Walters when she comes back from her walk down the trail.' Dana told herself, and she believed at least half of that. Talking to the other girl, trying to explain her role in things, Dana couldn't see that going well. And if the two of them were going to get into a shouting match then it would be better if they didn't do it in Hazard County where a passing busybody might decide to get involved.


Sean and Katie returned before Dana spotted Vicky Terri Walters again. Sean was pouting a bit and holding a bag.

"Honestly, you must have looked at every paddle in that place." Katie complained.

"I just wanted the right one." Sean complained.

"What's got him going?" Dana asked.

"Oh, let's just say that there were people, many people, who suggested that there was a better to find the perfect paddle for him than him looking at each and every one of them." Katie explained. "A few of them even offered to pull his shorts down so I could test paddles with him."

"I told them it was just a souvenir." Sean complained.

Dana wasn't giving Sean's complaints her entire attention, or even most of it. Vicky Terri Walters had finally appeared and the girl looked miserable. Her face was streaked with tears and her T-shirt was still rolled up passed her bellybutton.

"That it wasn't ever going to be used. That I just wanted it to hang on my wall."

"And show to your friends." Katie corrected.

"Um, do we have to leave now?" Sean asked, his head turning to the sound of a girl collecting hard pats on her bottom. "Do we have time to walk around?"

Dana kept Vicky Terri Walters in sight. When the girl turned, Dana winced. The girl's pink panties were visible above her shorts and while those shorts were hanging low Vicky Terri Walters was sporting thigh smacks that were lower still.

It was clear from how her clothes hung that the bull's-eyes on her shorts hadn't seen use. Dana's only question was whether those pink panties had come down or stayed up.

"Walk around." Katie snorted. "You just want a chance to see a girl's bottom." Turning to her niece, Katie continued. "The closest he's come to seeing a spanking this time is when a mother pulled down her son's shorts to demonstrate how I should be testing paddles with Sean."

Then they were getting into the car, and Dana lost sight of Vicky Terri Walters.

'And she's got hours to go before her cousin gets her.' Dana said, not envying the girl her wait. Now that she had been spanked the wait would seem endless. On the other hand, if it was long enough then Vicky Terri Walters could fix her face and be looking completely recovered before anyone she knew saw her. As long as she was lucky and didn't run in to anyone else travelling between the two cities.

"So what type of paddle did you get?" Dana asked, trying to distract herself.

"Come on, pass it up so Dana can see it." Katie instructed as she merged into traffic.

Sean passed up the paddle, and it was as kitsch as Dana thought it would be. There was an illustration of boy with his PJs at half-mast, pain stars exploding as a paddle crashed down on his backside, with the words: "Hazard County Boy's Room". Flipping it over, Dana wasn't surprised to see another figure getting paddled, only this one had pigtails and the caption read: "Hazard County Girl's Room".

"Sean Palfrey, I told you that you couldn't get one with a picture of a girl on it."

"I didn't notice it!" Sean protested.

"Didn't notice what?" Dana asked.

"Didn't notice..." Sean froze, working it out in his head. If he hadn't seen the picture of the girl then he wouldn't know it was there so he couldn't say that he hadn't seen.

"We haven't left Hazard County quite yet." Katie said sharply. "Plenty of time to stop and test this paddle with a roadside spanking."

"You wouldn't!" Sean exclaimed.

"No, I wouldn't." Katie admitted. "But there are plenty of drivers out there who would. Especially on this stretch of road."

As they rode, Dana realised that she might be one of the ones who would. Hadn't she practically arranged for Vicky Terri Walters to be spanked?


Later that day, Dana received a phone call from Vicky Terri Walters. Dana was expecting recriminations, but within moments there was an offer on the table.

"I didn't see you there if you didn't see me." Vicky Terri Walters offered. "I mean, people will know that I was there but they can't know... And no one will bug you about going over the line every weekend. Deal?"

"Since I'm barely passing through after visiting relatives I really don't have anything to lose here, but if that's the way you want it, sure."

After a pause, Dana asked: "So what did happen?"

Vicky Terri Walters broke into tears as she described the horror of being dragged down that trail. Of being the first one over the woman's lap, because the woman didn't trust Vicky Terri Walters to stand around waiting while she dealt with the other girl. Vicky Terri Walters explained how terrible it had been to stand there, rubbing at her bare bottom, slowly realising that the other girl was getting spanked. She stood there so long that the woman tugged up Vicky Terri Walters clothes for her and sent the strange girl on her way with a smack to hurry her along. Dana listened and listened until Vicky Terri Walters slowly ran down and (embarrassed) hung up.

After she hung up, Dana mentally noted that Vicky didn't share Lisa's enjoyment of being spanked.

'Why did I think she would be?' Dana wondered, then slowly answered herself.

Slowly the answer dawned on her. Vicky Terri Walters, with her black clothes and shaved crotch, was a bit of a freak. Dana saw Lisa (or any girl who enjoyed spanking) as a freak. Somehow she had assumed the two types of freaks were similar.


As she turned in for the night, something was bothering Dana: She didn't feel bad. She had consciously set the wheels in motion for a spanking and should feel guilty over that, but she didn't. Part of it was because it was the girl's own crazy dare that took Vicky Terri Walters to Hazard County that day, but Dana felt a strange satisfaction over the situation. It was like she had gotten Vicky Terri Walters back for outing her over shaving.

Her consciously troublingly untroubled, Dana entered a dreamless night of sleep. For once free of the odd visions that had taken to haunting her Saturday nights.


Second weekend of August

Dana had two thoughts running through her head. The first was "Am I crazy" and the second was "Does Sean remember which weekend this is?".

The reason for the first question was plain to see. Or half of it was. Dana was wearing that skirt again, with an unseen 'modesty shield' under it. She knew that she was tempting fate, that she had prepped herself for a spanking in a place where they handed them out at the drop of a hat. Worse, she even had a plan. She would head down teen trail and if anyone questioned her presence she would say that her uncle sent her there to wait while he dealt with his son in the men's room.

It was a good story. It was an Aunt Katie story, complete with an embarrassing element. Dana wasn't there snooping or exploring, she was there waiting to be spanked. If pressed, she would even stand alone and face a tree until the questioner left the area.


Moments after they pulled into the parking lot, Sean was out of the car but not headed towards the bathroom. Katie trailed after him, making sure that he remembered to pee before they left.

With them gone, Dana didn't have any excuses not to wander by teen trail and put her plan into action.

No excuses other than her common sense.


Dana was just passed the bathroom, not quite committed to exploring the trail, someone pushed passed her.

"Hey, it's Snoopy."

Dana turned to see Linda, the girl who had stolen Dana's panties.

"Snoopy's snooping again?" Pam asked.

Dana twizzled her head. She was practically surrounded. Heather, Pam, Linda, and Mrs. Potter had tried to walk past her, but now they were matching Dana's slow pace. Heather put her left arm over Dana's shoulders while Pam right arm matched it. Dana tried to duck out of their grasp, but they hugged her tight.

"Wait. I haven't done anything." Dana protested as the three older girls steered her towards teen trail.

"Yet." Mrs. Potter corrected.

"Huh? What do you..."

"You haven't anything yet." Mrs. Potter clarified. "But you were planning to."

"But I haven't actually..."

"But you planned to go snooping." Mrs. Potter told her. "To watch other girls getting it."

"But..."

"It's serendipity, us meeting." Mrs. Potter said, pushing Dana from the back as Heather and Pam drug her forward. "This way you can watch three spankings from beginning to end. No hiding, no sneaking, you can just stand there watching."

"And waiting your turn." Linda taunted.

"But..."

"Honey, if I have to drag you kicking and screaming I will." Mrs. Potter said sweetly.

"Just go with the flow." Pam urged. "Don't make a scene."

"Not where everyone can see it." Heather added. "Wait until you're shielded by the bushes before you make a fuss."

"Um, I don't really want to..." Dana said, stumbling a bit as she was urged forward.

"Of course you don't." Pam nodded. "None of us do. But Heather's mom is just so strict and we don't have a choice, not here in Hazard County."

"And we caught you snooping again." Linda said.

"But..."

"You walked by the bathrooms and were walking to the trail." Heather told her. "So we caught you fare and square."

Dana looked for a friendly face, but Aunt Katie was out of sight (which was part of Dana's now discarded plan) and no one else seemed likely to interfere as Dana was herded down the trail.


All too soon they found a seat that Mrs. Potter liked.

"Right girls, you know what to do." Mrs. Potter said, making herself comfortable.

"Now is when you take your skirt off." Heather said, lowering and stepping out of her shorts.

"Don't make us strip you." Linda warned. "If you do we won't stop with your skirt."

"Um, I don't want to do this." Dana muttered, undoing her skirt.

"None of us do." Heather said cheerfully.

"Mrs. Potter, I wasn't really doing it." Linda said. "Could you let me off? Just this one time?"

"Why I never." Mrs. Potter gasped. "Just for that, you're going first. Get those panties off now."

"Look at what Snoopy's wearing." Pam laughed. "Turn around. See? She dressed herself for a spanking."

"Why I never." Mrs. Potter gasped. "Since you planned to show your bottom, you can wait with those pitiful excuse for underwear down around your ankles."

"Um, but..." Dana muttered. "Um, since my bum's already bare..."

"Oh, don't be silly." Heather scolded. "If it makes you feel better, I'll wait my underwear down too."

"Why I never." Mrs. Potter gasped. "Since you're taking your panties down, you can go after Linda."

To Dana, Mrs. Potter seemed suspiciously easy to shock. And Mrs. Potter hadn't mentioned what the other girls had done to earn a spanking. Dana was getting it as pre-emptive punishment for her planned snooping, but why were the other girls here?

Then Mrs. Potter produced her hairbrush and started whacking Linda's tail. Dana could only watch as the girl's bum jumped under the impact of the hairbrush.

"You better get them down." Heather said, stepping out of her panties.

"Um, I guess." Dana acquiesced, baring herself.

"Still shaving?" Pam teased.

"Still a little girl with no down there hair?" Heather taunted.

"Um, I kind of accidentally cut it off and I wouldn't admit it was an accident that so I kind of committed to keeping it shaved all summer." Dana blathered, her eyes fixed on Linda's bottom.

"Accidentally? Sure." Pam snorted.

"I was trimming and my hand slipped and I had to take it all off." Dana admitted without thinking, staring mindlessly at Linda's twisting form.

"Oh, leave the little girl alone." Heather chided. "Who wouldn't want a return to childhood? Even a fake return?"

Dana did her best to ignore their chiding. Not that she had to try all that hard, with Mrs. Potter's hairbrush bouncing off Linda's quivering backside. Linda was holding nothing back; the girl was squealing at every blow and was soon crying openly, making no effort to hide her pain.

"Done." Mrs. Potter told the sobbing girl. "And you were a good girl to cooperate. Now if we had more time you'd be facing a tree until the timer ran out twice, but we don't have time so you won't have to. Now rub the sting out of your bottom while I deal with Heather. Come on girl, we're burning daylight."

For some reason, Dana fixated on that phrase.

'Burning daylight? How could daylight be burnt?'

Those were the words running through Dana's mind as Heather Potter went over Mrs. Potter's lap, giving her tail a cute little wiggled as she snuggled into position.

"Now you know I won't go any easier on you just because you're mine." Mrs. Potter told her daughter.

"I know mom." Heather said, wiggling her cute little tail again. "Maybe you should go harder so it doesn't look like you're playing favourites?"

Then the hairbrush was crashing down that cute little tail and sent it wiggling in a whole new way. As Dana watched, Heather kept her bottom wiggling as long as she could, longer than Dana thought possible, as the brush turned Heather's cute little bottom a dark red.

Then the spanking was over. As Mrs. Potter repeated her comment about corner time watching a tree, Heather slowly lifted her cute little bum from that lap.

'Why did I think that?' Dana wondered to herself. 'Why did I think that her bum was cute?'

"Well come along Snoopy." Mrs. Potter said, patting her lap.

"Me?" Dana gasped. "I thought I was last."

"Don't be silly." Mrs. Potter laughed. "Do you see any other girl with her panties down? Of course you're next. Now come here."

"But..."

"Come on." Mrs. Potter said, patting the hairbrush against the palm of her free hand. "We're burning daylight here. Or do the girls need to drag you over here?"

"Um, no." Dana said, stepping towards the woman. "They don't."

But they did anyway. Heather might be crying too much to help, but half naked Linda and Pam (whose panties were showing) stepped up to guide Dana over Mrs. Potter's lap.

"I can walk it myself." Dana protested weakly.

"Sometimes girls need help taking their medicine." Pam muttered. "Especially when they're little girls."

"But I'm not a little girl." Dana whined.

Then she was over Mrs. Potter's lap.

"This should teach you not to snoop." Mrs. Potter said, bringing the brush down hard on Dana's right cheek. "Maybe if I had used this brush last time."

Dana squealed as the brush impacted on her left cheek. Her hands would have instinctively tried to protect her bottom, but Linda was holding one armed and Heather had a grip on the other.

"Then there wouldn't be 'this time'." Mrs. Potter said, bringing the brush down on the middle of Dana's bottom.

Dana squealed, then a flurry of smacks came so close together that Dana quickly lost count of the number of times the brush descended on her bottom.

As she twisted, Dana knew that if this had happened weeks ago, before that evil man had bounced his belt off her bottom, then she would have thought that she was dying. Now, while it didn't feel nice, the brush didn't feel like the end of the world. It wasn't hugging her hips or wrap itself around her legs like the belt had. Then again, the edges of the brush bit into her backside in a way that the belt hadn't. Especially the sharp corners.

And while Mrs. Potter was no outraged Derick Gable and the hairbrush wasn't the end of world, it still stung far worse that Mrs. Potter's hand had.


As her legs kicked, Dana felt hands on them.

"No." Dana whined. "You can't! They don't even cover my bottom!"

"Tough!" Pam taunted. "You heard Mrs. Potter. We don't have time for corner time so you're losing them."

Dana sobbed at the unfairness of it all. She hadn't actually done anything and she was being spanked. The other girls were stealing her panties (again!) and they didn't even cover her bum. She was getting spanked and Sean would know and he would tell everyone about her getting spanked. And it wasn't just that everything was unfair; Mrs. Potter's hairbrush hurt! It really hurt!

Dana's tears flowed freely, but Mrs. Potter didn't stop. Not until she done. Then Linda and Heather were helping Dana up and Pam was taking her place.

"Shush. It's okay." Heather said, giving Dana a hug. "You took your spanking well."

"That's it little girl." Linda said, patting Dana's arm. "Cry all those tears out. Let it all go."

Dana had her sobs under control by the time Pam finished her ride. Of course Pam was in tears, but the girls dressed and headed for the hose.


"We've got to stop meeting like this." Heather joked as Pam took a turn with the hose.

"Or not." Linda suggested. "Whatever."

"Huh?"

"Your choice. Maybe." Heather said cryptically. "But if we see you again around the rest stop you'll get it again. No choice there."

"Um, did you have a choice?" Dana asked.

"A choice?" Pam asked.

The three girls exchanged looks and giggled.

"I can see why you want to look like a little girl." Linda giggled. "Being a little girl can be good."

"The spankings, they're stress relief." Heather said.

"We used to get them all the time." Linda said. "Now we only get in them in summer, when we're home from college."

"And they take away all our stress and guilt." Pam explained. "No matter what you've been up to, drinking, drugs, boys, whatever, a good spanking takes it all away. Just like when we kids. We can let it all go just like when we young and feel all fresh inside."

"And other things too." Linda giggled.

Dana couldn't grasp what they were saying. Maybe it was because she had never been spanked a child. She had never experienced the catharsis of being spanked to tears and then told that it was all over, that she was good girl now. Not until Mrs. Potter had spanked her that first time.

"And your mom just goes along with it?" Dana asked.

"She has plenty of stress to let loose herself." Heather said.

"Yeah, her supervisor at work is like ten years young than her and rides her like a bitch." Linda revealed. "She's always complaining about that girl."

"I'm sure that half the time she's picturing that bitch when she's spanking us." Pam said. "It really relieves her stress too. That's why she still spanks us."

"I'm going miss it when I'm older." Pam mused.

"I kind of forgot to tell your mom about my last birthday." Linda confided.

"Like mom would ever forget a birthday." Heather joked.

"Well I haven't told her." Linda said. "So officially she doesn't know that I'm over 21."

"Officially." Pam said with a wink.

"We better get going." Linda announced. "The sooner we hit the road the sooner we can get home and relieve some stress."

"I thought the spankings did that." Dana said.

The three girls shared a giggle.

"You are a little girl, aren't you?" Pam giggled.

After the three of them left her, Dana cleaned her face on the bottom her T-shirt. The lower back of her T-shirt, where she hoped that it wouldn't soak through the back of her skirt. Then she headed back to find her aunt.


As she expected, Dana caught sight of Katie at the back corner of the convenience store. A quick glance showed that the people from the RLIDC were back. There was the line of boys with their jeans half down, two with more than their jeans down, and three boys getting spanked. As she walked up, two boys were released while the third's paddling continued.

"I see you had yourself another adventure." Katie smiled.

"You can tell?"

"Your face is flushed, your nose and eyes are runny, and you're practically walking with a limp." Katie said. "So what happened?"

Dana spilled out her tale of woe, including the theft of her modesty shield. As she talked, the paddlings continued as they normally did.

"... and the worst part is that Sean will tell everyone." Dana concluded.

"Ah, Sean. Yes, I suppose it is time I got my darling nephew." Katie said sourly. "Come on."

As they walked to the head of the line, Dana glanced around for the boy. Two more boys were sent forward, replacing the last two who had been sent, but a quick glance revealed that they weren't Sean. If nothing else, they weren't wearing his clothes.

It was only when Katie walked to one of the spankers that Dana realised what had happened. The boy who had been being paddled all the time they had talked was Sean!

"I believe that one's mine." Katie announced.

"Oh yes, that is you." Betty said cheerfully. "I thought it was you standing over there."

"So you recognised my nephew?" Katie asked. "That he wasn't one of yours? And you paddled him anyway?"

Dana noticed that the paddling was still going on. That everyone knew that Sean wasn't one of the group but he was still getting paddled. And that Katie wasn't insisting that they stop paddling him.

"Well, since it was his third time standing in line, and you didn't come running, we just assumed..."

"That he should get all three paddlngs today?" Katie suggested. "That's a bit much, don't you think? And he's probably had enough."

They seemed to agree. Sean had been reduced to bawling child, one totally ignorant of the surrounding world, missed their conversation.

"We sometimes get drop offs, kids who go to the front of the line." Betty explained. "We always take them in. All ages, boys or girls. As long as they're under 21 they get to go to the front of line."

Dana swallowed hard. Betty had been looking at her as she explained the drop off policy. As if Dana could take Sean's place on Helen's lap. The woman had to be able to tell that Dana had just been spanked and she was suggesting a paddling on top of it.

"I think we'll be leaving now." Katie said with a smile. "I'll have enough probably explaining things to this one's parents."

Dana wasn't sure if her aunt was talking about her or Sean.

Sean's underwear was yanked up, but his aunt shoved his jeans into her bag. Katie had to practically carry Sean away. Dana followed, her face wan at how close she had come to taking Sean's place. Those women, they had been serious, that if Katie had given the word then Dana would have gotten her second spanking of the day. A hard paddling, and not because she had done anything or was going to do something. And in front of all those young boys!

It was almost enough to make her forget the throbbing in her backside. Not quite, but almost.


Of course Sean was inconsolable on the trip home. To Dana's relief, he was so self absorbed that he didn't notice that she had been spanked too.

"Um, what happened?" Dana mumbled in a low voice, one barely audible above Sean's sobs.

"I caught sight of him waiting by the back corner of the store, but I pretended not to see him." Katie revealed in an equally low voice. "As I was going in I watched him at the edge of my vision, and he took off to join the line. I picked up a few things, but I put in the car before I went back there. By then he was almost at the front of the line."

"Almost?"

"Near it." Katie confirmed. "Then I caught sight of you limping towards me, and I said to heck with it. This was the third time he'd joined that line. The first time was their fault, the second time was his fault - and he didn't learn a lesson from that. Not even when I made him walk back to the car without his jeans. So I moved back out of sight and stood there, waiting for you, as he took his turn over a lap. I hated to do it, but he has to learn that if you play with fire then you're going to get burnt."

"But..."

"Have you heard about the Anderson case?" Katie asked, keeping her voice low. "Well I don't want him to end up like that."

Dana shivered. Paul Anderson was boy who had gone to the same high school that Dana had, but he had graduation the year she was a freshman. Now he was in an alternative jurisdiction facing a 40 year sentence for something that was legal practically everywhere else. Compared to that, a spanking was nothing.

"Besides, this way he wouldn't know who else got a spanking." Katie continued. "Not that I'll tell his folks that. No, I'll just say that I got there too late and if someone says he saw me going into the store I'll explain how I had to put something in the trunk and ran into you and when we thought to check there it was too late. Which is true, in a way, and keeping to the truth is something that makes a good story better."

Dana nodded, soaking up her aunt's wisdom.


Her aunt's car was barely in the driveway before Dana was out of it and walking home. She didn't need to hear any of the drama was sure to happen when Sean's parents discovered what happened.

'So much for those weekly trips.' Dana thought. 'There's no way his folks will let him take the trip again.'

Walking home, her burning cheeks rubbing together,, she wondered if she would keep the skirt. It felt so weird, walking commando in skirt that was practically designed to be lifted over her waist. Not that it would have mattered if she had panties on; she was sure that any lift of her skirt would expose smack marks that normal panties wouldn't cover, let alone that modesty shield thong thing.


"Nothing like a good paddling." Helen declared, smashing the paddle down.

Dana howled and twisted, showing everything she had to the line of gawking boys. Boys who


Waking sweat stained sheets, Dana decided that wine was better than wine cooler on a night like this. Much better. Maybe three, four glasses. Maybe the entire bottle.

Because the dream spanking had seemed so real. So real and strangely... Strangely something. Dana wasn't sure what it was, but as the wine flowed she thought it might have something to do with what had Linda said, about relieving stress. Dana wondered if she should have asked about that, but decided that it was too late now.

"I'll never be lost in the loop again." Dana muttered. "So it doesn't matter."


Third weekend of August

Dana was sure that there was an inheritance involved. A massive one. That could be the only reason that Sean was in the backseat, coming back from another trip to see his relatives. Dana was wearing her skirt again and modesty shield. Not that she planned to need it, she wasn't going to visit teen trail again, but she thought it paid to be prepared.

"I hate this place." Sean announced as they pulled into the parking lot.

"It's your fault." Katie repeated for the thousandth time. "You saw them, you ran over to see what was happening when you knew what was happen and you got what you almost got twice before. So what if that time I was bit late, it wouldn't have mattered if you hadn't gone over there and tempted fate."

"I hate this place." Sean repeated.

In a way Dana was almost disappointed. With Sean being so clingy, she could have easily gone down teen trail and he'd never know. Just her luck that he was acting that way when she didn't feel like exploring. She'd already seen ever inch of the rest stop; there was nothing left to explore. Then she heard someone being herding back to a car, along with the threat of:

"If we weren't running so late I might make you cut a switch!"

The threat wasn't directed at her, but it reminded Dana that there was a part of the rest stop that she hadn't seen. The trees and bushes that had been planted to produce good switches. The paths behind the bathrooms.


'Trees are trees.' Dana decided.

She didn't know what sort of tree made a good switch, but some of theses ones seemed to be missing branches. She didn't even see any kids out cutting switching.

Then a hand came down on her shoulder.

"There you are."

Dana turned to see a strange woman standing there.

"Haven't you picked a switch yet?"

"Excuse me?" Dana asked. "Have we met?"

"Where are my manners? My name is Daphne and that boy over there is my nephew Ronald, but everyone calls him Ronny."

"Not since I was 12." Ronny snorted.

Which would have been a while ago; years by Dana's estimate.

"You've been telling people to call you Ronald, but everyone still calls you Ronny." Daphne said, then she turned back to Dana. "And I believe I asked you a question. Have you picked out a switch yet?"

"Um, I'm not here to pick out a switch." Dana revealed. "I'm just looking around."

"Darn." Daphne said in faux horror. "You see I promised my nephew that he could see a girl your age getting a switching and I thought that you might be that girl."

"What?"

"It seemed likely." Daphne noted. "What else would a girl be doing here? If she wasn't looking for a switching?"

"Well, I should probably get back to the car." Dana said.

"Oh, I don't think so." Daphne said with a smile. "You see, I can't see any other girls around here and a promise is a promise."

"What do you mean?" Dana asked.

"I mean this is Hazard County." Daphne reminded here. "I'm over 21 and you're not and I think you're due a switching."

"But..."

"You see I went so far as to promise him that if we didn't stumble over a girl being switched that I'd grab one and switch her myself." Daphne said with a smile. "And the people at the gift shop were able to supply us with a small knife, though I dare say they thought the switch would be for Ronny."

"In a way it is." Ronny inserted.

"True, but since you won't be using it or feeling it then it's not how they pictured it being for you." Daphne pointed out. Then she turned back to Dana. "And you're even dressed for. You've got on one of those skirts that the gift shop carries. Flared for easy lifting."

Dana knew her face was ashen. She also knew that she couldn't run. That if she ran or screamed no one would listen to her. That if anyone intervened then it would be to help Daphne switch her.

"But you shouldn't." Dana offered, knowing that the word 'can't' wasn't appropriate. Daphne certainly could do it but Dana wanted to convince that she shouldn't.

"Maybe not, but I shouldn't lie either and a promise is a promise." Daphne repeated. "Ronny, cut the switch the way I showed you."

"Um, I really don't think we should do this." Dana said weakly.

But Daphne wasn't listening to reason. She bullied Dana over one of the stone benches. As Daphne lifted Dana's skirt, she caught sight of the modesty guard and smiled.

"A flip up skirt and bum baring thong? My, you are dressed for spanking today. Don't worry, I won't let him look from the back, but I told Ronny that he would see a girl get a bare bottom switching so that piece of butt floss has to go."

"What?" Dana squealed. "But my bum... it's already bare."

"Not quite bare enough." Daphne reasoned.

'Maybe I should run for it?' Dana thought. 'Things couldn't get worse.'

She tried. Moment later, Dana was back over the bench. This time with Ronny holding her shoulders, fixing her in place.

"Naughty girl." Daphne chided. "Now I almost have a reason to spank you. Not really, and it wouldn't justify the switching you're going to get, but almost."

"Please! Don't!" Dana begged. Reason hadn't worked but maybe begging would.

Daphne didn't hesitate a moment in removing Dana's thong. Dana was acutely aware of the feel of the air on her bared bottom as the boy grinned at her face, trying to peer over her shoulder to look at her exposed bottom.

Then there was a crack and pain exploded in a line across Dana's bottom.

Dana gasped. The pain was... Something like a combination of the strap and the hairbrush. It was as if the entire force of the hairbrush impacted on a smaller area than the strap had covered.

"Let me go!" Daphne insisted.

Daphne answer was to deliver another biting blow of the switch.

"No!" Dana screamed. "Let me go!"

Ronny just kept grinning at her. Her and what he could see of her bare bottom. Her bare and aching bottom.

Dana screamed, she begged, then she sobbed. Others came and went, but no one interfered. They saw Daphne dishing out a merciless switching and did nothing to help. Some even smiled or made snide comments, but no one made a move to stop Daphne. Not even when Daphne borrowed Ronny's knife and cut a new switch. A new switch that she wore out on Dana's already punished bottom. Eventually, it took gave up the ghost.

"Maybe I should cut another switch?" Daphne mused aloud.

"Why bother?"

Daphne turned at the voice to see a woman leading a very scared looking boy by the hand.

"It looks like you're done." The woman said. "Unless you're planning to switch the boy next?"

"Me? Switched?" Ronny laughed. "My aunt hasn't even ever me over her knee."

"Too bad." The woman noted. "If he was my nephew he'd know what a good switching feels like."

"Right." Ronny sneered, moving slightly to get a better view of Dana's bottom.

"Well your birthday is coming up. Maybe I should give you a birthday spanking?" Daphne joked.

"Hff. None of my business I'm sure. Come along; that switch isn't going cut itself."

"A birthday spanking?" Ronny laughed, shifting slightly for a better view. "You've never given me one of those either."

"Well, maybe this year will be different." Daphne said, suddenly thinking. "I've never had you on this side of the county line before on your birthday."

"And you won't this year." Ronny told her, moving to see even more of Dana's bottom.

"But next weekend will be close enough." Daphne noted. "And if I've never given you one that means that you're way overdue. Maybe a good switching would clear that outstanding bill."

"Yeah right." Ronny laughed, gawking openly at Dana's bottom.

"We'll see." Daphne said with a smile.

"See about what?" Ronny demanded, not tearing his attention from Dana's exposed bottom.

"Come along, we're done here." Daphne said. "For good. Unless you want that birthday switching early."

"Stop kidding around." Ronny said, walking backward so his eyes could stay glued to Dana's backside for as long as possible.


Dana slowly pulled herself together. Finding her discarded thong, Dana limped towards the bathroom. Once there she joined the walking wounded, splashing water on her face and using water soaked paper towels on her bottom.

'Now for the hard part.' Dana thought. 'Trying to act like nothing happened. Making sure that Sean didn't discover that a big girl had gotten spanked harder than he ever had.'

Dana knew she couldn't do that. That she wasn't a good enough of an actress to come close to covering her condition.

Fortunately for her (but not for Sean) Dana didn't have to. When she caught up with her aunt, Sean was sobbing and hugging his bottom. While Sean was completely absorbed in his own bottom, Katie had eyes for both of her charges.

"Dana, keep an eye Sean." Katie said. "I need to get something for his bottom."

"What happened?" Dana asked.

"What do you think?" Katie said. "He got a sore bottom. I'm sure he can give you the details."

Dana asked, but Sean was too busy sobbing to answer. He was hugging his bottom like it was fire. Dana couldn't tell if he was really in pain or if he was just overacting, like that time he panicked over a pat or two.

Katie soon returned with a small bag from the gift shop.

"I'll handle him." Katie said, taking Sean by the arm and leading him towards the family bathroom.

"But what happened?" Dana asked.

"I'm too angry to answer now." Katie said. "I'll explain it on the ride home."

Katie wasn't long, and when she returned she handed the bag to Dana.

"Take this and go to the bathroom to put it on." Katie hissed. "Sean won't notice but anyone else will."

"But..."

"Now." Katie hissed.

Dana decided not to argue when her aunt was that mad.

When she reached the girl's bathroom, Dana ignored the wall of shame and made her way to a vacant stall. Opening the bag she discovered a bottle of salve, one labelled "best for sore bottoms". Taking a generous amount, she applied to the welts and scrapes on her bottom. She knew that it would leave a sticky mess on her bottom, one that would cling to her skirt, but she needed the temporary relief it brought.


Sean was still crying on the drive home, which gave Katie and Dana a chance to talk quietly.

"What happened?" Katie muttered.

"Someone decided to switch me." Dana revealed with a moan. "I think I may be bleeding. I know I have welts and bruises and it really, really hurts."

"A switching? Ouch?" Katie commiserated.

"What happened to Sean?" Dana muttered back.

"He was watching a girl being spanked, openly staring, and when the woman finished with the girl she started to spank him." Katie said bitterly. "I was right there and I told her to stop but she didn't. She just said that it was Hazard County and he needed a spanking and she was going to give him one and if I didn't like I could complain to a cop. She used a hairbrush and she left bruises! She treated him worse than those RLIDC women did. I don't know if the salve did anything. God help me when his parents see him."

"If they weren't upset last time..."

"Oh they were." Katie told her niece. "Just not upset enough to cancel the visits. But he'd been playing with fire with those people for weeks and they're a do-gooder group. But this time! And I didn't even lose sight of him. That bitch did it right in front of me and there was nothing I could do. No, they'll freak big time... But they can't say much. Since they didn't really object last week they can't object this week without looking like hypocrites. But just to on the safe side I'll drop you off first and then go home."

"But that's way out of your way." Dana protested, but only because she thought she should. She didn't want to have to limp home in this condition.

"You're not thinking." Katie whispered back. "Your bottom is sticking to your skirt and you can't walk home like that."

Louder, Katie said: "I insist. You don't need to be pulled into the middle of this."

Dana wasn't sure if Sean had heard that last bit (or if he noticed that they were in the car with him) but she was glad of the drive home. The thought of limping home with the seat of her skirt stuck to her bum didn't conjure nice mental images. And her skirt would be stuck to her bum, not her panties, because that stupid thong didn't cover her bum.


That night, Dana's dreams were nightmares. In those dreams, Ronny did far more than watch and Dana was helpless to stop him. There was an image or two of Daphne crashing a switch down on her nephew's bottom, but the rest were too disturbing to handle. They woke Dana and she down a bottle of wine so she would be in a dreamless stupor.

Fourth Week of August

Dana was wishing that they didn't have to stop here, but that wasn't an option. Not with the size of Sean's bladder. The choice was to stop here or try to convince her aunt that Sean could pee on the side of the road. To even begin that discussion, Dana would need to admit that she was scared to stop here and there was no way Dana would do that, which meant that they were stopping as usual.

This was the last round trip between Brockway and Haverfield. All that remained of the summer Labour Day Weekend and Dana was moving to college over that weekend. In all likelihood this would be her last time at this rest stop. Not just for the summer but her last time ever. Back in July, Dana had toyed with ideas about this day, of doing something daring or exciting or maybe even taking Sean over her knee for a token swatting when it was her last chance to spank the brat

But that was before.

After last weekend, after the welts and scratches and the humiliation, Dana no longer thought that way. She was wearing jean instead of that stupid "spank me" skirt. She had on full bottom panties instead of that 'modesty shield' that hadn't worked or even bikini panties. If someone wanted to spank her then they would have to work to get at her bottom. She even had a belt over her jeans, one that she wasn't planning on removing.

And if something did happen, the long legs of the jeans would cover any thigh marks.


Sean wasn't any happier to be here, not after Katie had proven ineffectual as a protector. She had been standing there, unable to do anything, as that woman had spanked him over nothing. In his mind he hadn't even done anything risky enough to tempt fate and he'd been spanked for nothing.

The three of them kept their heads down as Katie escorted Sean to the family bathroom. While they heading there, Dana caught a glimpse of Daphne leading a horrified Ronny behind the family bathroom, heading to switching path. From the look on Ronny's face, Dana was sure that all those missed birthday spankings were about to be combined into one hard switching, probably on the bare, but Dana looked away. Part of her would have loved to see Ronny getting a taste of his own medicine but she didn't dare follow them. She didn't dare make the slightest move that might put her bottom in harm's way.

Not after last week.

Taking stupid risks just didn't pay off here. Taking one was why Ronny was about to get a switching. He had known that his aunt might decide to do something like that, she had even told him she was thinking of it, but he had come back to Hazard County with her anyway. He had probably hoped to see more girls get, but now his bottom was the one being punished.

Sean finished his business then they sped away.


Sean's parents were waiting anxiously in the driveway.

"Dana, can you head into the house? I want to talk to you alone, but first I have to see Sean safely to his parents. After last week they'll need a bit of handholding. Honestly, I half suspect they'll check his backside for bruises right in the driveway."

"No one's checking my bum for anything." Sean insisted.

"Um, sure I'll wait inside." Dana agreed.


Long minutes passed in her aunt's house. Dana couldn't help but remember the last time she had come inside her aunt's house after a journey through the loop. Dana had given her that easy to lift skirt along with advice on how to tell believable lies. That long talk was something that she would never forget.

"I thought that they would never leave." Katie said, entering the house. "Can we go upstairs to talk? Just for a while?"

"Um, sure." Dana answered, wondering what pearls of wisdom her aunt was going to give her this time.

"And could you take that belt off?" Katie called. "Don't worry, it will make sense in a minute."

"Sure." Dana said, sliding her belt off.

After Dana entered the master bedroom, Katie closed the door after her.

"Now get you jeans unzipped." Katie instructed. "Don't worry, it will all make sense in a moment. Oh, and hand me that belt."

"Um, sure... I guess." Dana said.

"Now hold your hands behind your back." Katie instructed.

"Um, this will make sense, won't it?" Dana asked.

"Of course it." Katie said, looping the belt around her niece's wrists.

"Aunt Katie?" Dana squeaked. "What's going on?"

"I'm about to spank you." Katie declared.

"But... but you said that you wouldn't." Dana said, shock spreading through her.

"Not quite." Katie chided. "I told you that I would never spank you in Hazard County and I won't. But I also told you that some spankings happen here in Wellington County, where we are at and where I am going to spank you."

"But... but why?" Dana asked in disbelief.

"Why?" Katie chuckled. "After you wore that skirt? After you wore those modesty shield? After you followed those three girls not just once but twice? Do you really need to ask why? Because if you do then this spanking really has to happen. It's something that you truly need."

"But... but... but..." Dana said weakly.

"That's right, your butt." Katie told her niece. "Let's get you over my knee so we can talk more."

"But... but..."

Dana had never felt so helpless. Not only were her hands literally tied but it was her aunt, her trusted aunt, was betraying her. She couldn't bring herself to resist as her aunt took her jeans down to her knees. Then Katie was sitting on the bed and positioning Dana over her lap.

"Now are those panties staying up or coming down?" Katie teased.

"Um, um..."

"They can stay up for now." Katie said with a laugh.

"But... But you can't spank me." Dana protested. "You're my aunt!"

"That doesn't mean I can't spank. Just the opposite." Katie chuckled. "Me being your aunt means I have every right to spank you. If we lived a few score miles that a way, in Hazard County, I would have had you this way countless times. And as I've said, spanking happens in Wellington County too. If your parents were just a bit more strict then you might already know what a spanking from your aunt feels like."

"But... but you've never ever spanked me before." Dana squeaked. "Have you? Maybe when I was small and don't remember?"

"Of course not." Katie assured her. "If I'd ever spanked you as a child I wouldn't be doing this for you now. I couldn't. It just wouldn't be right."

"But it's still not right." Dana pouted.

Katie's answer was to bring her hand down on her niece's upturned panties.

"Oh! Um, that's..." Dana searched for a word.

"Not too hard but not too soft?" Katie suggested, bringing her palm down again. "I think the word you are looking for is 'firm'. It's not a hard smack or a soft pat, but a firm one."

"OH!" Dana said as her aunt landed for third time. "Um, that might be the word. Firm."

"Now you can make a choice." Katie said.

"I want this to end now."

"That's not the choice you have." Katie said, bringing her hand down again. "Now either I can start spanking harder, much harder, or I can pull your panties down so I can see what I'm doing. Your choice."

"Um..."

Katie brought her palm down again, firmly.

"Choose or I choose for you." Katie instructed.

"I don't want you to spank me harder." Dana blurted out.

"Then I won't, not for now. Now lift your hips so I can those panties down."

"But I want them to stay up." Dana pouted.

"Then you want me to smack harder?" Katie inquired.

Dana pouted, but she lifted her hips and wiggled so that Katie could get those full bottom panties down. Dana shivered as her panties were bunched at her thighs. She was acutely aware of the feel of the air on her bared bottom as she lay over her aunt's lap. She had been bare in this room before, she had changed in it only a few weeks ago, but she had never felt naked here until now.

"That's a nice bum you have there." Katie commented. "And it as hardly has a speck of colour in it."

"I've been told it's nice." Dana admitted. "Mrs. Harvey even said it was callipygian."

"Mrs. Harvey?" Katie asked, delivering another firm smack. "When has she seen your bottom?"

"Um, it was at the rest stop OH!" Dana confided.

"Was she looking at your bare bottom at the time? Or was she just spanking the seat of your skirt?" Katie asked, delivering a swat.

"NO! She's never even me over her knee." Dana exclaimed. "I've known her forever. She'd never spank me."

Katie delivered another smack.

"She might have, when you were young and being a brat." Katie commented. "She might have even smacked these cute thighs of yours. Like this."

Katie illustrated her point with a short flurry of thigh smacks.

Dana squealed, then belated remembered how Mrs. Harvey had given her a playful swat to 'speed' Dana on her way.

"Maybe she would have."

Dana was shocked to herself voicing her thoughts.

"What do you mean?" Katie asked as a smack landing on Dana sit spot.

"Um, I met her the second weekend the RLIDC people were there OH and Sean made it to front of the line OOH she said she hurried me along AHH with a parting pat." Dana confided.

"Well she was right." Katie said, swatting again. "You are callipygian. Very callipygian. Especially when you've got a bit of colour back there. It makes your cute behind even cuter."

"Really?" Dana squealed.

"Really." Katie said. "And now it's time to add more colour."

"You said I had a choice and I chose bare, not hard?" Dana squeaked uncertainly.

"I said I wouldn't spank harder then." Katie reminded her. "I even included the words 'not for now'. And I'm not going to smack harder."

"That AH good."

"I'm just going to stop using my hand." Katie told her.

"What?"

"Well you spent so long lingering over those paddles." Katie said. "And I think it's time you got to know what one feels like."

"A paddle?"

"A light one." Katie assured her. "And it's not one of those overpriced pieces of crap from that gift shop."

Dana was torn. On one hand there was what happened when Sean got paddled, a paddling that did little more than paint his bottom painted red, but on the other hand there was that blistering that John gave Lisa. One that left that older woman sobbing. Sean had cried too, but Dana thought that Sean would probably cry over a single firm pat. Dana was sure that if she had been the one taken to task by those RLIDC women then she wouldn't have sobbed like Sean had done. Maybe she would have cried a bit, but not sobbed like Sean.

But John had secured Lisa's wrists before her paddling, just like Katie had done, which Dana thought boded ill for her bottom.

"Now let's turn those buns from callipygian pink to callipygian red." Katie said.

Katie began to pepper her niece's bottom with the paddle. Not too hard, no harder than before, but firm with the paddle felt was very different from firm with the hand. Dana found herself squealing and ouching as Katie worked the paddle up and down her bottom. She even landed the occasional thigh smack 'by accident'.

"Whoops again." Katie laughed. "Those naughty little thighs of your keep getting in the way."

"I'm not doing that on purpose." Dana protested.

"Well that makes one of us." Katie chuckled.

"What?"

"Relax. You're wearing your jeans home, aren't you?" Katie said, applying another thigh smack. "Don't worry, I'm not going to neglect your bottom."

And she didn't.

Katie kept peppering Dana with the paddle until Dana was crying. Not sobbing, that wasn't Katie's goal, but she kept at it until tears flowed from Dana's eyes.

"And that's that." Katie said, delivering one last smack. "You can get up now."

"I can?" Dana sobbed.

"Unless you want more?" Katie joked.

Dana almost fell as she struggled off Dana's lap. Katie merely chuckled and paused to remove the belt from Dana's wrists before helping the girl cover herself.

"I'm half tempted to sentence you to some corner time, but I don't think we have time for that." Katie said. "I'm sure you understand."

"No, I don't. I don't understand any of this." Dana replied.

"You don't?" Katie asked. "Then you really need something."

"I do?" Dana asked, her confusion showing.

Katie chuckled and dug a bag out of the back of her closet.

"Take this, go home, and don't open it until you get home and... No, I'll drive you. It will be faster and you'd never get home without looking through that bag and you don't want to open it in public." Katie decided.

"I don't?" Dana asked in confusion.

"Trust me, you don't. Now go and wash your face. Honestly, you look like a well spanked girl from Hazard County."

Dana cleaned up, sneaking only a brief peek at her bottom in the bathroom mirror.


"And this is another reason for skipping corner time." Katie said as she pulled up to the Galloway house. "Now you can go through the bag on your own, before your family gets home."


Katie locked her bedroom door before opening the bag and dumping its contents on her bed. There were lotions, creams, a magazine, a couple of paperback books, even clothes.

Glancing at the magazine, Dana couldn't help blushing. It was a sex one. A sex one about spanking. Paging through it, Dana saw women with pink or red backsides. It even showed a few guys with red behinds. But more shocking than the spanked bottoms were the women touching themselves. Some of them were rubbing their breasts, pinching their nipples, or even stroking themselves between the legs. Checking them closely, Dana wondered if she might recognise anyone. Since there were so many different "we allow this, but not that" laws out there, most porn was produced in the state (or even the county) in which it was sold.

The books were more of the same. The cover of one of them showed a woman (who looked to be about 30) dressed like a pre-schooler with the title "Back to the Nursery for a Spanking". The other showed a bunch of college girls bending over, grasping their ankles, and was titled "Sorority Girls: Spanked and Loving it".

Dana looked over the creams and lotions; half them were for bruises or red skin and the other half were promised tingly fun mixed with lubricates. There were a couple of T-shirts that looked straight out of that gift shop, only while they read "Spankable Buns" and "Spank Me Cause I'm Naughty" they didn't have the words Hazard County on them - meaning that her aunt had to get them elsewhere. There were a set of cute panties with the words "Spank" on one cheek and "Me" on the other, another labelled "Pull Down For Fun", and still another labelled "Bare My Buns For Spanking". Under the clothes were a paddle, a strap, and something that plugged in that look suspiciously like a vibrator. Dana had heard legends that in the old days people actually put valuable batteries in pleasure devices, but that today you had to hope for a power cord that would reach your bed.


Dana thought about how her aunt had spanked her. Then she thought about John and Lisa, then Heather, Pam, and Linda and how she had followed them not down that path once but twice. About how Linda had lied about her last birthday and how Heather's mom had turned a blind eye to that lie. Then she plugged in the vibrator, opened one of the bottles of lotion, and paged through the magazine as the vibrator worked its magic. Snuggling her red bottom hard against a pillow, Dana focused on how it felt now, after the fact. As she did, she wondered if Mrs. Harvey had ever pictured spanking her the way Aunt Katie had just spanked her. or if she was still a little girl in Mrs. Harvey's eyes.


Later, she packed all of her aunt's gifts away. She would have loved to play with them more, but she couldn't. She didn't have time. She had to stow everything away before her family got home.


The rest of the week passed in a flash. Dana was too busy studying to have any time alone with her new toys. She hadn't neglected her summer reading list, but her trip to college meant crossing a lot of lines. State, county, and other important jurisdictional lines, all of them with their own sets of laws and rules. Fun was all fine and good, but knowing how various laws changed couple be a matter of life and death.


College was everything she had hoped it would be - mostly. A few weeks after arriving there, she hit the library. Checking out university catalogues, she searched for educational institutions in Hazard County. She found some, but none that catered to her major.

But looking through them... The language was coded, but contained phrases such as "family style living conditions", "House Mothers who know the meaning of maternal", and even "strictly enforced campus rules". All of that implied that spanking happened there. At least for girls; all the hinting applied only to college girls being on the receiving end of spankings.

Dana didn't seriously think about transferring schools or switching majors, but she did expand her research. It took a bit of searching but she discovered that at thanksgiving that there was bus that she could take from Wellington County back to school. One that had a 14 hour layover in Hazard County. She could picture herself going into the bathroom of the bus station and changing. She could leave that bathroom wearing her easy to lift skirt, her "Spank Me, I'm Naughty" T-shirt, and...

Dana drew a blank. She couldn't decide if she would be wearing one of those modesty shields that left her cheeks completely bare or a set of panties with a cute saying on the backside. Either way, she was sure that she'd arrive back at school with a red bottom.


As for Sean, that fall he impressed all of his friends at school by bragging about taking those 16 trips across the county line. He could even honestly brag that he had been across that line more than his aunt's older niece on her other side because Dana had only made 12 trips. Depending on his audience, Sean either played up or played down those accidental spankings that had happened to him.

Alas, he wasn't always conscious of who else might be listening when he spun his tall tales and intentionally spread confusion whether his parent approved of (or even knew of) those accidental spankings. Thanks to a Halloween prank Sean learned to his chagrin (and the embarrassment of a friend's mother) that sometimes spankings happened on the Wellington side of the county line.

Worse came later, when the embarrassed mother explained the misunderstanding and Sean's parents accept that it had been a mistake, and didn't get the police involved. Four sets of buns had turned red because of that prank and only Sean had been smacked by mistake, leaving his three accomplices with the firm belief that Sean got spanked on both sides of the line.


Nor was Sean the only one to meet with misfortune that Halloween night. Vicky Terri Walters, Lucky (Judi) Silver, and Darkling (Meg) Bannock ended up daring each other to cross the line and try to channel the ghost of the legendary "teenager who was paddled to death" just the other side of the county line.

"Are you sure your brother will pick us up later?" Vicky Terri Walters asked nervously as they were dropped off on the Hazard side of the line.

"Of course he will." Lucky Silver assured her, hoping that her brother wouldn't take the advantage of the situation to pull a prank on her. She had never been over the line alone before, but Lucky Silver told herself that she wasn't alone now; she was protected by her friends.

"That's crazy." Darkling Bannock said, indicating a booth reading "Hazard County tricks for visiting trick-or-treaters".

From the noises emerging from that booth, the 'trick' seemed to be three playful smacks on the bottom followed by some candy for the 'treat' part.

Glancing around, Vicky Terri Walters saw to her horror that they weren't standing out. All three of them were dressed in their finest goth clothing and had powdered their faces, arms, and anything else that might show, but tonight their finery looked like mere costumes. There were ghosts with paler faces, witches with clothing as black, other costumes that outshone their normal goth look.

"Now to channel the ghost that maybe never was." Darkling Bannock declared.

"And scare the pants of those little kids." Lucky Silver added with a sneer. "Did you bring the goat's blood?"

Vicky Terri Walters nodded, but didn't say a word. She was no longer sure that this was a good idea, but she wasn't going to break from the group. Not now and not ever.

As they began their 'summoning' they did indeed scare some young trick-or-treaters. Kids who went running for parents to keep them safe and causing said parents to become outraged. The three girls soon learned how Hazard County treated naughty trick-or-treaters and it wasn't with a token three smacks at the trick booth. The fallout left none of them room to brag as the entire trio had their bottoms bared for a healthy dose of Hazard County justice.

Adding insult to injury, afterwards they were given treat bags with candy in them. As if they really were youthful trick-or-treaters out for a night of fun.

Vicky Terri Walters looked at her friends, their mascara running and their makeup all smeared from their tears, and mentally vowed never to cross that line again. Even if spankings didn't leave her sobbing for mercy and crying like a baby, even without the throbbing pain in her backside, spankings left her looking so uncool. So extremely uncool, ungothic, and just too pathetic looking to risk ever getting one again.


Vicky Terri Walters was only able to keep that vow until the weekend before thanksgiving. That was when Darkling Bannock (who didn't want to risk Hazard County alone) half convinced but mostly bullied her into thinking that they should risk another trip across the county line. To Vicky Terri Walters horror, she found herself face down over a knee getting her bare bottom spanked. Darkling Bannock, to her delight, found herself in exactly the same position. When they returned to Wellington County that time, Vicky Terri Walters was once more vowing never to cross that line again while Darkling Bannock was working out how she would bully Vicky Terri Walters into accompanying her again.

Goodgulf
(edited April 13, 2013)

Lol, that was hilarious, Goodgulf. The section with Dana & Aunt Katie was kind of hot, now I'd like to read more with those two especially.

I saw that as frustration on Katie's part.

It was clear why Dana was wandering that trail, why she wore that skirt and why she wore those thongs. Katie gave them to her but Dana was the one who decided to wear them. Dana would tell Katie about her adventures, but never admit why she went on them.

If Dana had ever said "I think maybe I like it when someone spanks my bum" then there would have been a long conversation instead of the end of summer spanking. But Dana didn't admit that to her aunt and Katie could see that the girl wasn't admitting it to herself. The bit at the end was basically: "I know you like to be spanked, I accept and love you even though I know you like to be spanked, here's a spanking to prove it. Now go and read this porn so you'll have to admit to yourself that you like being spanked.". In short, more teaching her a life lesson than playing a game with her.

At least that's how I intended it to be.

A brief note on Sean's role: it was as distraction. Not for the reader but for the driver.

Setting the scene I knew I needed Dana to be driven there so she wouldn't be making a choice to go that first time (she did choose to go all those out times but could tell herself that she wasn't making that choice) so someone would have to drive her, but that someone couldn't escort Dana around the rest stop. Having an escort would have prevented Dana from going off on adventures so there needed to be another passenger for that driver to watch. Someone who needed watching more than Dana.

Sean was almost a female character, but I wanted to avoid any sharing from Dana. Dana might have comforted a sobbing girl by saying: "I got spanked too - see? And my bum hurts more than yours so please calm down". (Okay, that dialogue needs work, but it will do as an example.) A boy, Dana knew that a boy would instinctively tease her and spread the news around so she couldn't allow him to find out anything.

As for his briefly described problems, I didn't want him eating up more screen time than he needed. Mostly his run ins with the bus crowd were to show that Katie didn't have a major hangup with spankings being given. The rest were shaping his use as crowd control (clingy or too tearful to notice Dana's problem).

Here's hoping that others enjoy this story (and this glimpse of how it was written).

Goodgulf

WOW GG another fine one! A lot of typos and errors. You should let me edit it before you post like the Making of the Candi one. Bravo on this. I would have suggested adding a part where Dana asks Katie to take her down the Teen Trail on the last stop but her exploration on her own into being a spanko seemed to do that just fine. I also expected a part where Dana took her position on the wall of shame. But again your use of it and not having the main character interact with it made it more real too. I really enjoyed this one a lot old friend.

Yes, typos are the ban of my existence - and this is how it looked after several proofreads. Send me an PM with your current email and I'll send you a text copy of the story.

And maybe a few others that I'm working on... if you're up for it.

As for the "take me - don't take me" bit, I thought about it but decided that it would kick start the "you should admit you like it" discussion a bit early, removing the need for the end of summer spanking.

Goodgulf

well I think it was a good decision in the end. It made sense. Especially the aunt recognizing Dana as an emerging spanko.

very very long. Sean took up too much room if you were going to get his bare butt blistered every time. The aunt should have taken the girl down teen trail and spanked her and left her there nude for others to spank - or stood her nude againt the bathroom wall. Why have that if the aunt isn't going to use it on either kid? You explain the nudity by having the aunt ask her to where a tight sundress and making her take it off theb
n saying that her soaks and bra look out of place. And GSM is right - learn to spell!