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Kristen Bell was not happy. But as she looked over at Billy’s quickly
swelling eye, her displeasure decreased significantly and she couldn’t
help a little smirk. But the smirk quickly faded as the words of
Principal Dithers came through her thoughts.

“You will both be suspended for three days for fighting. I will call
your parents to come and pick you up.”

“What?! Oh no Mr. Dithers, don’t call my mom! I’ll walk home.”

“Afraid not, Kristen. Your mom needs to know what happened, and she
needs to come and get you.”

“But she will….” Kristen’s voice faded as she looked over at Billy,
who now sported a smirk of his own. Kristen paled as she thought about
how much Billy would just love to know all the details of what her mom
would do. “Fat chance loser”, Kristen thought to herself. There was no
way Kristen was going to open her mouth to blab what her mom would do,
and she had no doubt about what that would be exactly. But it hardly
mattered as Mr. Dithers was already asking the secretary to call their
parents. She groaned aloud.

“Now you two go wait out in the office where Mrs. Duncan can keep an
eye on you.”

The two teenagers got up and went back into the office to plop down on
the seats in front of the school secretary, Mrs. Duncan. Mrs. Duncan
looked over the top of her glasses at Kristen as she came in. “Mrs.
Bell didn’t sound too happy with you on the phone, Kristen. She said
she would be here in a minute.” Kristen rolled her eyes and took her
cell phone out of the back pocket of her tight jean shorts and started
texting a friend. “I can’t get a hold of your mom yet Billy, so you
will have to wait.”

“Whatever.” He said as he sat in the chair farthest away from Kristen
that he could get.

It didn’t take long for Annette, Kristen’s mom, to get to the school
because her office was literally across the street. But the look of
fury on her face did little to hide her intentions with her daughter.
She didn’t say a word to Kristen as she signed her sixteen-year-old
errant daughter out of school for the next three days. Annette was
determined to make sure Kristen was not going to enjoy her vacation
either. “Little Kristen has quite a surprise coming to her this
time”, Annette thought as she picked up her purse from the secretaries
desk and gestured for her daughter to come with her.

There were still no words passed between the two of them as they made
their way towards the front door of the school. Kristen followed
silently, listening to the deliberate clack of her mother’s stiletto
heels against the tile flooring of the hallways.

Suddenly her mom took a turn down a side hallway away from the front
door. Too afraid to ask where they were going, Kristen still followed
her mom to the girls’ restroom and through the door. “Maybe she needs
to pee”, Kristen thought as she settled her book bag on the floor to
wait for her mom.

But it wasn’t any bodily function the Annette had in mind as she set
her purse on the counter by the sinks.

“Kristen, I’ve had it with you this time. I am going to wear your
little bottom out young lady. You know you have a good hard spanking
coming don’t you?”

“Yeah mom, I know. Let’s just go home so we can get it over with.”

“No Kristen. I can’t take you home because I can’t trust you by
yourself. I can’t believe I have to have a babysitter for my sixteen-
year-old daughter! You are completely irresponsible, Kristen. So I am
taking you to stay with your Aunt Susan for the next three days.”

“Aw mom, why can’t you just leave me at home.”

“I told you why. You are staying with your Aunt Susan and your cousin
Monica. But first you are getting your spanking.”

“But mom… You know Aunt Susan doesn’t believe in spanking kids. She
doesn’t like to see me get spanked, remember?”

Annette well remembered that fact about her sister, a point of much
gall for Annette. The sister’s both strongly disagreed with the others
ideas about child rearing, an argument that had come to head when
Annette had last spanked Kristen at her house when Kristen had been
10. Susan had adamantly demanded that her sister refrain from spanking
her niece in front of her. And so far that had been the truce reached
between the two of them, and the debate on child rearing differences
had ended. Annette had no plans for upsetting the apple cart again.
However she also had no intention of letting Kristen off until she
could deal with her. She strongly believed in making the punishment as
soon after the misbehavior as possible.

“I am not going to spank you at your Aunt’s house. I am going to spank
you here.”

“Mom, no. You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as a heart attack. Now get those shorts down, Kristen.”

“Mom! Someone will hear! Please… Not here! Please!”

“Stop making a fuss and get your shorts down, Kristen.” Annette calmly
replied with her signature raised eyebrow that meant you better get
moving and fast.

“Mom, please. Someone could come in here and hear, and maybe see.”

“Yes, and if you don’t hurry up and get those shorts down a bunch of
your friends might see you get spanked. Don’t you see Kristen; the
bell for the next class should be in a few minutes, shouldn’t it? And
if it does ring before you’ve had your spanking, I have a mind to make
sure plenty of your friends get to watch between their classes. In
fact I’ll bet there are a quite a few of your rivals that would be
very willing to ditch their next class to witness your complete bare
bottom rump roasting. Don’t you think?”

In a panic Kristen retrieved her cell phone and noted the time of the
next class change would be in five minutes! “Oh mom.. I hate this.
Okay, just make it quick will you?” Kristen gave up arguing and
quickly dropped her shorts to her ankles.

“I’ll decide how long of a spanking you need young lady. And I assure
you I won’t be making it quick.”

By then Kristen had reluctantly finished shimmying the tight shorts
down to her ankles and stood up waiting for her mom’s further
instructions.

“When have you ever had a spanking over your panties young lady? Your
panties haven’t done anything wrong, and I am not going to spank them.
I am more concerned with the rump inside of them. OFF!” Annette
snapped and pointed to the floor.

With a sigh, Kristen dropped the frilly lacy boy short panties to her
ankles joining her shorts at the floor. She stood up exposing her muff
to her mom as her face reddened. But she would rather have her
spanking over with as quickly as possible and avoid the possibility of
the whole school finding out!

“This is the last time I am coming to this school to pick up my
naughty daughter, is that clear?” Annette angrily scolded as she
grabbed Kristen by the ear and dragged her to a bathroom stall.
Kristen did her best to keep up and not to lose her shorts, and then
her panties as she was nearly dragged into the stall, but both of them
came off in a trail, and she even lost one of her sandals on the way.
Her mother scooped down to pick it up on the way “This will do
nicely.” She said eyeing the flexibility of the rubber-soled shoe.

She sat down on the toilet not bothering to close the stall door, and
easily flopped Kristen over her knee with a practiced ease.

“Oh nooo.” Kristen sobbed even before the spanking started.

It was a fairly typical spanking from her mom, but given the
circumstances, it was bound to be memorable for some time (not to
mention it was a bit harder than her usual fare). In rapid fire
fashion Annette set to work on her daughter’s bottom, determined to
deliver a hiding to remember. In no time at all her entire bottom was
the hue of cherry red apples, and just as shiny.

Kristen gently sobbed over her mother’s knee, the tile floor blurring
before her teary eyes. But she was NOT going to break down here! She
was fully aware that this particular girls’ restroom was next door to
the shop class. And across the hall was the math class she was
supposed to be in that very moment. For one thing the shop class was
chock full of boys that would lust over the thought of Kristen getting
her cute tail walloped to crying for years to come. For another the
math class contained a number of girls she hated, and them hearing her
wail would be even worse.

Annette had other ideas for little Kristen though, and full on
remorseful crying was definitely in the agenda for her. “Oh you want
to have a battle of wills with me do you?” Annette thought. “Very
well, but it’s going to hurt you more than me.” She finished with a
smirk as she raised the sandal for the final part of her daughters
spanking that she fully knew would make her break down into the crying
she knew she needed to see to know her daughter had learned her
lesson.

Kristen burst into fresh tears as the heavy rubber sandal burst down
on her tender thighs. She knew this was always the way her spankings
ended, so it was going to be over soon, but she just couldn’t hold it
back anymore. She sobbed, begged and wailed through another full two
minutes of rapid thigh swats that turned her thighs a deep crimson
even deeper than the red hue of her bottom.

Finally her mom considered the spanking over with, and allowed her up
off her lap to do a little spanking dance right there in the bathroom
stall.

“Alright dear. You’ve had your spanking.” Annette hugged her daughter
gently. “But your punishment isn’t over with just yet. Fix your
clothes and meet me in the car so I can take you to your Aunt’s
house.” Annette gathered her purse and left her daughter in the
bathroom alone.

Kristen picked up the sandal that had just recently finished
blistering her thighs and bottom and swore she could feel the heat off
the sole. She gathered up the rest of her clothes and looked at her
swollen red bottom cheeks as she saw them in the mirror. She would
have liked to keep the clothes off a moment longer, but even as it was
she only barely finished gently easing her panties over her hot rump
when the bell rang! In a panic she yanked her shorts up and got her
shoes back on just as the door opened letting in a bunch of freshman
girls. Luckily she didn’t know any of them and she quickly exited the
bathroom with her book bag making a beeline for the front door trying
to hide her watery eyes from all the knowing looks about her.

Little did she know that she still put on quite the show as she left
the building in a rush as there was quite a number of boys and girls
alike that enjoyed the sight of her freshly spanked thighs below her
short cutoff jeans and made comments about what they had heard coming
from the bathroom the class before.

End Part One

She should have been spanked for wearing those "short cutoff jeans" to school in the first place. Surely that is a dress code violation. Glad that she ended up with red marks showing on her thighs.

Part 2

Kristen Bell was not enjoying life one bit. It was nearly twenty
minutes since her mom had literally spanked the daylights out of her
in the bathroom of her high school. But she was still feeling every
swat that her own sandal had blasted across her sore rear end as she
tried to ease one bottom cheek and then the other off of the leather
seat of her mom’s convertible. She wiped the last remnants of her
tears off her red flushed cheeks for about the thousandth time, and
hoped her mother wouldn’t notice the smeared mascara she wasn’t
allowed to wear.

She lowered the visor and tried to fix her face in the mirror as her
mom filled the car with gas. She just managed to get herself somewhat
presentable as her mom got back in and started the rest of the thirty-
minute drive to her Aunt Susan’s.

Kristen liked her Aunt, but couldn’t stand her bratty thirteen-year-
old cousin, Monica. She was a spoiled stuck up little cow, and if
anyone needed a spanking it was her!

“Mom…. You know you don’t have to take me to Auntie Susan’s. I already
got spanked, and I learned my lesson. I’m not going to do anything bad
at home. I’m sorry mom.”

“Well, I am glad to hear a sorry out of you for once, young lady. But
you are going to your aunt’s house during the school hours for the
three days your suspended. I can’t watch you, I have to go to work. I
am glad you learned your lesson, but you have to know I am sick and
tired of these suspensions from school. So this time I am really going
to make sure you are sorry.” Annette said this final thing with a
determined purse of her lips that gave Kristen pause to wonder just
what she meant.

Kristen contemplated her mother’s words in silence knitting her
eyebrows together in confusion. “Whaddya mean mom?”

“What I mean is, from now on when you get suspended from school, you
will be spanked every single day of your suspension. I’ll put a stop
to this getting suspended nonsense, if I have to tear your bottom up
every single day.”

“Mom! Oh no, please don’t spank me AGAIN! I already got spanked!”

“Oh yes you will be spanked again. Every day you earn for a suspension
from now on, this is what you can expect. Your suspension starts
tomorrow, so bright and early tomorrow morning I expect to have you
awake, bright eyed and bushy tailed and in my room with your hairbrush
at six A.M. asking me nicely to warm your bottom up for you. Do I make
myself clear? Because if I don’t see a naughty young lady handing me
her hairbrush bright and early, I’ll have your dad whip you with his
belt when he gets home from work…. AFTER I have already spanked you
that morning. Now do you want to test me on that?”

“No, mom.”

“Than I guess I will be seeing you bright and early for the next three
mornings for your appointment with the spanking brush won’t I?”

Kristen nodded as fresh tears of frustration peeked at her eyes.

The rest of the trip to her Aunt’s house passed in silence. When they
pulled into her Aunt’s driveway, Kristen hopped out of the car before
her mom could even turn the motor off. She grabbed her book bag and
hurried away before her mom could even get out. She was frustrated
that she was going to get spanked again! She really hated getting
spanked, and just knew she was the only kid above the age of thirteen
that was getting spanked like a little kid! Why couldn’t her mom be
more like Aunt Susan and not believe in corporal punishment for kids?

Kristen strode into the small house that sat back from the road
without knocking.

“Hi Auntie!” She called out trying to sound cheerful and normal. She
didn’t want her Aunt to know she got spanked, even though she knew
Kristen was still getting spanked.

Susan came out from the hallway and saw her niece standing there just
as her sister Annette came in the door after her daughter.

“Oh hi guys. What are you doing here in the middle of the day?”

“Susan, I’m sorry to spring this on you, but Kristen got suspended
from school today.”

“Again?”

“Yes, I am sorry. But could she stay at your house during the day for
a few days?”

“Well sure”, Her Aunt beamed, “she can help me clean the house.”

“Oh joy.” Kristen commented under her breath, but her mom heard her
and slapped her on her still sore bottom when her Aunt wasn’t looking.

“Ow! Mom!”

“That was a warning missy. Now you behave for your Auntie, or else.”
Her mom wagged a finger in her face as she whispered at her daughter.

Susan was just coming back from the kitchen with a cup of coffee for
each of her guests, but Annette politely declined.

“I’m sorry, I have to get back to work, Susan. Thanks for your help,
and I will be by to collect Kristen later.” She said as she scooted
her way back out the front door.

“No problem sis. See you later.”

Aunt Susan put Kristen to work right away cleaning the bathroom. She
noticed the marks on the backs of her thighs but made no comment about
them. Susan had raised her own daughter without spankings, but was
well aware of her sister’s methods with her niece. The marks on the
backs of Kristen’s thighs reminded Susan of the time her own mother
had spanked her shortly before a piano recital when she was fourteen.
She had begged and pleaded not to have to go out and perform on stage
right after being spanked in the bathroom of the concert hall, but
still her mother had made her parade out on stage in the short skirt
she had begged to wear to the concert. She had sorely regretted
wearing that skirt for the rest of that evening as she got teased non-
stop by two younger girls about her spank marked legs.

Susan had vowed to never spank her own kids, but lately her daughter
was nearly out of control. She wished she were only getting suspended
from school for fighting. Instead she suspected she was smoking and
drinking. Lately she even thought she might be trying drugs. She was
nearly desperate to get Monica back under control, but the situation
nearly seemed hopeless.

But the sight of Kristen and her spanked legs, reminded Susan how
keenly she had hated to be spanked and embarrassed like that growing
up. Maybe it was just the medicine Monica needed. Susan tried to
imagine how she would go about giving her daughter her first spanking
and even if it was right to begin now at her advanced age.

Besides all that Susan would also have to swallow her pride and admit
to her little sister that she had been right about the spanking debate
they had argued over for months all that time ago. Susan smiled at the
thought of how Annette would react with her typical smug expression.
“Oh well”, Susan thought, “It is probably too late to try it with
Monica anyway.”

The rest of the afternoon passed pleasantly as Aunt and Niece shared
lunch and then took the rest of the afternoon off from chores. Susan
got the whole story out of Kristen about why she had been suspended
and the consequent spanking from her mom in the restroom.

“I hate it when I get spanked Auntie.”

“I know you do sweetie, but it is for your own good so that you will
try to behave.”

“Why don’t you spank Monica?” Kristen asked sipping from her coffee
cup.

“Well I decided a long time ago not to.”

“Do you just ground her when she gets in trouble?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Does that make her behave?” Kristen asked innocently, but she knew
the real answer already. Monica acted so spoiled she doubted anything
her aunt did to her was enough. Kristen just hoped having this
conversation with her aunt would get that spoiled witch spanked
regularly.

“Not lately, no. But I am considering other methods.”

Kristen hid her smirk in her coffee cup as she took another drink.

Just then in walked the devil herself, and plopped her book bag down
in the middle of the hall. Thirteen-year-old Monica already had the
long legs and wide hips that came from an early puberty. But also had
the typical clumsiness and somehow managed to trip over the bag she
had only just set down. She only managed to catch herself from
completely falling over by bouncing off the couch into the kitchen.

“Hey mom, hey Kristen. What are you doing here?” She blurted out as
she went to the fridge and grabbed a coke.

“Hi Cousin. Uh, yeah, I got suspended from school so I have to stay
over here during school for the next few days.”

“Ha.. You should learn not to get caught. That’s what I do.”

“Monica!” Susan admonished, “You better not be doing anything bad at
school.”

“Who me? Never.” Monica replied casually as she leaned up against the
table. Unfortunately her attempt at suaveness failed as the coke she
was holding tipped out of her hand all over the table and both her
cousin and her mother. “Oh crap, I’m sorry!”

“Oh dear!” Susan cried and jumped back from the rapidly spreading
puddle at the table as it oozed off the edge and on to the clean
kitchen floor.

Before anyone could react Kristen had already returned with paper
towels and a wet washrag and was promptly cleaning up the mess. As she
was bent over cleaning the floor Monica eyed her red thighs and
stifled a laugh.

“Wow! Your thighs are as red as my shirt! Ha ha!”

Kristen flushed red as she dropped some soaked paper towels in the
trash bin. “Oh god!” Kristen thought, “If she can see my spanked
thighs below my shorts… Then that means everyone at school saw them
too! Oh my god!” Kristen thought she was going to die of
embarrassment, as the pink of her flushed cheeks got even redder by
the minute. “Maybe no one saw,” Kristen reasoned.

“Monica, you shouldn’t laugh at your cousin’s misfortune, or you could
be sharing her humility,” Susan replied to her daughter’s taunts. But
the statement was lost on her as she continued to giggle.

Thankfully just then Kristen’s mom returned to pick her up and came in
the front door.

Annette wanted to stay and chat, but Kristen rushed her out the door
to try to elude her shame.

In the car on the way home, Kristen’s phone buzzed with a text
message. She dug the phone out of her front pocket (she normally kept
it in her back pocket, but it was uncomfortable there under the
circumstances). It was her friend, Tavia.

Message received 4:56:10 P.M. 2-8-11

Dude Billy looks like pounded hamburger! Did u get spanked? Cuz
everyone must of heard something last hour.
-d3vi0us Ang3l

Message sent 4:56:54 2-8-11

WTF! What r u talking bout?
-Kristen

Message received 4:57:40 P.M. 2-8-11

Uh… U left school showin off ur red thighs dude. Everyone’s talking
about it.
-d3vi0us Ang3l

Kristen broke into silent sobs, not wanting to alert her mom as she
drove in silence. But how on earth was she ever going to live this
down!? She was always going to be known as the only Junior in school
still getting spankings like a little girl!

End Part Two

Might as well post part 3 too....

The alarm at Kristen Bells nightstand went off jarring her out of a
deep sleep. In the disorientation of first waking, Kristen thought
that she should be getting ready for school. But then she recalled the
day before, getting suspended from school, getting a spanking from her
mom in the school restroom. But worst of all she recalled her moms
promise to spank her on each day of her three-day suspension first
thing in the morning. With a groan she slipped out of bed and looked
again at the clock. 5:50 A.M. She was supposed to report to her mom at
6. With another groan she got up and went to her dresser, pulling out
some clean panties. She slipped the thong panties on and grabbed a
long shirt off the end of the bed and slipped it on as well.

With a long sigh she made her way down the hallway to her mom and
dad’s room. She knocked gently and heard her dad say to come in.

Her dad was finished getting dressed for his day at the office and
patted his daughter on the head affectionately. “Did my princess sleep
well?” he asked.

“Daddy… I’m not five anymore.”

“I know sweetie. Sorry I guess I am not allowed to call you princess
anymore huh?”

“No dad, you can call me princess.” Kristen rewarded her dad with a
smile.

“Well no more getting suspended for this princess right?” he asked in
his more stern tone.

“No daddy. No more suspensions.” Kristen suddenly found her bare feet
more interesting.

“Good, that’s my girl.” He replied just as his wife Annette was coming
out of the master bathroom. “Well, I think you two have some business
to attend to, so I’ll just go in to work early. You girls behave,” he
said walking toward the bedroom door.

“Oh I’ll behave, but this girl can’t seem to do so.” Annette said
pointing at Kristen with a grin. “Well Kristen, I see you are here on
time, but where is the spanking brush?”

“Oh, I forgot it. Sorry mom. I’ll just go get it,” Kristen said as she
started for the door.

“Yes, and hurry up so we are not late dropping you off at your Aunt’s
house and then make me late for work.”

“Well, we could just skip the spanking if you want mom.” Kristen tried
hopefully.

“No you will get your spanking now. And hurry up or I will spank you
later for making me late to work.”

In her room again she dug into her panty drawer underneath everything
and brought out the spanking brush. It was a big oval oak backed brush
that wasn’t ever used to brush hair. It was strictly reserved for her
spankings, and it was pretty much the only thing she had been spanked
with besides her daddy’s belt since she was nine years old. She patted
it against the palm of her hand and recalled all the times it had been
used to make her squeal. She wasn’t looking forward to two more days
of it meeting with her backside. Her heart was beating wildly in her
chest just as it always did right before she knew she was getting a
spanking. She tried desperately to think of a way out of the spanking
or at least to make it not so bad, but nothing seemed to come to mind
besides being as helpful as possible to her mom.

She returned quickly with the brush and went into her mom’s room. Her
mom was already seated on the bed in her tight fitting business suit
skirt and frilly blouse looking at her sternly. Kristen handed the
brush to her mom and meekly stood at her right side staring again at
her bare feet and toes.

“Now ask me politely to spank your little bottom bright red for you.”
Annette demanded from her daughter as she smacked the brush against
her palm.

“Please mom, I am really sorry about getting in trouble at school.’
Kristen sighed as one crystal tear tracked across her cheek. “I know I
was wrong, so please could you spank me now?”

“Do you deserve a long and hard spanking, or a soft one?” Annette
asked.

A moment of silence passed as Kristen contemplated the correct answer.
She wanted to say a soft one, but she had never had to ask for a
spanking before, and it was hard to do!!

“I think you better give me a long hard spanking please mom.”

“Good girl. I think that is an excellent idea to handle girls who
constantly get in trouble at school don’t you?”

“Yes mom, I do.”

“I am glad you agree. Do you think after getting spanked every day of
your suspension you will be in a hurry to cause more trouble at school
again soon?”

“No I don’t think so.”

“Good. That is just the answer I wanted to hear. Now take that shirt
off.”

“Mom, I am not wearing a bra.”

“And if you were I would make you take that off too. Embarrassment is
a part of your punishment this time. Now get it off.”

With a sigh Kristen pulled the shirt over her head, the hem catching
on her boobs and then allowing them to bounce free as she pulled it
off. She blushed hotly as she exposed her developed breasts to her
mom.

Now, let’s have that naughty bottom bent right over my lap now.”
Annette said while gently guiding her daughter by her wrist into the
proper position for a long spanking. She couldn’t help smiling at both
her daughters cooperative nature with her own punishment and also her
devilish plan to make it a humiliating and memorable experience for
her. She had a surprise for Kristen just yet.

Kristen lifted her hips to help allow her mom to pull down her thong.
Even though it offered zero protection, her mom always insisted they
come down for a spanking. Kristen’s bottom was still pink from her
sandal spanking the day before, and there was one perfectly shoe
shaped slightly redder mark low down on her right thigh. Annette
almost chuckled aloud when her thoughts turned to her choice of attire
for the previous day. She doubted she would choose to wear such short
shorts today!

“Okay.. Are you ready for your long hard spanking Kristen?”

“Yes mom” Kristen mumbled from somewhere near the floor.

“Alright here we go” Annette patted her daughters bottom with the
hairbrush just like usual before the real spanking began, and Kristen
squeezed her eyes shut preparing for the worst.

But after ten more similar pats to both sides of her bottom, the
spanking still hadn’t officially begun. The anticipation was killing
Kristen.

“Now I want you to know, young lady, that the very next time I get a
call from your school like this, you WILL be spanked long and hard
every single day. Do you hear me?”

“Yes mom,” Kristen replied still tense and waiting for that onslaught.
It took at least twenty more gentle (but still slightly stingy) pats
to her bottom for her to realize her mom wasn’t really going to spank
her hard after all!

“This is your one free pass young lady. I am not really going to spank
you hard and long this time, but next time this happens you can be
sure of it. But since I have you here over my lap, I hate to waste the
opportunity. Maybe just a few good hard ones to help you remember not
to be naughty at your Aunt’s house. Do you think one swat for each
year of your age is fair Kristen?”

Kristen hesitated and actually considered negotiating a lesser
sentence, but thought better of it since she was getting off so
lightly anyway. “Yes mom, that sounds fair.”

With that Kristen again closed her eyes tightly expecting the worst.
The spanking she then got was nothing like the one she had gotten the
day before in the restroom, but it still stung her bottom and made
tears come to her eyes. She squealed towards the end, but managed to
keep relatively still over her mom’s lap.

“…. Fifteen… And Sixteen… There now your spanking is over with
Kristen, up you go.” Annette said as she helped her sniffling daughter
off her lap. She watched with a smirk as she rubbed her bottom
furiously and bounced from foot to foot, her bare breasts bouncing,
completely oblivious to the fact that she was waving her hairy kitty
right in her mom’s face. After a minute of sniffling and rubbing like
crazy, she reached down and retrieved her underwear and shirt and put
them on.

She dried the last of her tears as her mom gave her a gentle hug.
“Thanks mom,” Kristen whispered into her mothers auburn hair.

“Your welcome sweetie, but let’s not have this discussion again.
Okay?”

“Yes mom.”

“Okay you better get in the shower and make it quick or you will make
me late to work. Here, go put the spanking brush back and get in the
shower.” Annette said giving her daughter one gentle swat with the
hairbrush before scooting her off to her shower. But before she left,
Kristen had to ask one thing.

“Um mom… Do I have to get two more spankings like that every morning?”

“Don’t push it young lady, I am letting you off with gentler spankings
already. You better be here bright and early tomorrow and the next day
too. Now git”

End Part Three

Loved this!....have you written the 4th part yet?
Thanks!
Greta

This is a good one. I'm wondering if Aunt Susan will be tending to Monica before long, however. She may have been inspired by Annette and Kristen.

looking forward to #4