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Looking back now, it's amazing how absolutely clueless I was back then. I had no idea just how good I had it until age 15, which was when my parents' marriage exploded like a supernova. In the aftermath I became the chew toy they both sank their teeth into, fighting to rip me away from the other and gain custody. And when you both have wealth, and power, and are unaccustomed to losing or being told 'no' then I became the final prize to be settled in lawyer-lawyer conflict. Neither side spared any expense; they also never cared what I might have wanted.

I didn't see it as doing me a favor when the judge decided to award temporary custody to my father's sister, since she seemed to hold both of my parents in equal contempt she was as close to a neutral party as we could get. The only alternative was Child Protective Services, and, despite their antagonism, my parents would never risk their names being besmirched among their country club crowd by having their daughter bundled off to CPS. So I went off to Aunt Jennie's instead. At the time, had I known what I was in for, I might have taken my chances with a foster family.

You see, Aunt Jennie frankly scared the crap out of me as a kid. Thankfully, since there was no love lost between her and Dad we didn't see her often. To me she always seemed like the evil governess from a Gothic novel, always looking down and finding me wanting compared to her own children. They were both older than me and always seemed on their best behavior, like they were afraid of offending their mother. Sadly, my youthful perceptions were more accurate than I'd thought.


At the time I moved in, 18 year old Molly was the only one of Aunt Jennie's kids still at home. She wasn't exactly an evil stepsister from Cinderella but she wasn't thrilled to have me move in and then her get saddled with chauffeuring me to the new school I'd transferred to. She'd always make snarky little comments about her 'spoiled princess' cousin she was now stuck with; she was a popular senior expected to look after a lowly freshman. I had to grin and bear it, so as soon as we got to school we went our separate ways and pretended not to know one another. She'd reluctantly drive me home, then immediately leave to spend time with those of higher social standing. I quickly learned to find my own friends.

You have to understand, I was totally naïve back then. It used to grate on my nerves to hear comments like that from Molly, but the truth was that my parents between them were ridiculously wealthy which gave me a totally skewed perception of reality. Our house was huge and we had actual staff working for us, so I never had to do chores because the cleaning was handled by them. Until I moved in with Aunt Jennie I'd never made my bed in my life because someone did it for me. If I was hungry something was fixed for me, my parents were free with their money so I could have whatever I wanted, and naturally I had to go to an expensive prep school, uniform and all.

So I was woefully ignorant that not everybody lived that way; sad but true how sheltered I'd been. Aunt Jennie was certainly well off herself (no one from either side of my family would be mistaken for being poor), and I understood that she'd received a significant settlement when my uncle was killed in an accident. So they certainly didn't lack for money, but they lived a more austere life and didn't throw it around recklessly like my parents. So, that fact probably fueled Molly's resentment, both because my parents were still alive (although acting like asses) and that lowly me had been allowed to have things that she wanted but her mother had rejected. I would have cheerfully handed over all my possessions to go back to my old life but that wasn't to be.


It was a total accident, something I wish had never happened, although in reality it just gave my aunt the excuse for what would have happened eventually. It was a Saturday morning and I'd planned to spend it over at one of my few friends' house. I'd borrowed Molly's bike to avoid obligating her to drive me, but once I got there she had to cancel out because her mother was shanghaiing her to help out with some social function. Stupid me was too clueless; I honestly thought that her red eyes and sniffling were because she was truly upset at our plans being cancelled. Thanks to my aunt I later understood what 'incentive' Cathy's mother had applied to convince her.

So I slowly biked my way back to Aunt Jennie's house; if I'd known what awaited me I would have ridden around the block for hours instead.

I walked into the house, about to announce my presence, when I realized that something was desperately wrong. Down the hallway I could hear my cousin practically screaming "Ow! Ow! Ouch!" in reaction to a thumping noise at a consistent rhythm. My first inclination was that Molly was under attack and that I should rush to her rescue.

Then Molly practically screamed "I'm sorry, Mom, oh God, I'm sorry, OW!" and everything changed in that one moment as the pieces dropped into place. OMG! My aunt was giving my cousin a spanking, and judging by Molly's reaction, quite a fierce one. If my brain cells had been functioning I would have tiptoed back out the doorway and waited outside a while before loudly announcing my return.

Instead, morbid curiosity took over and made me tiptoe towards the action instead. I was tired of putting up with Molly's crap and part of me wanted to enjoy seeing her comeuppance. What I'd failed to consider was the fact that now that I was under Aunt Jennie's roof the same rules might now apply to me.

I crept closer; Molly's door was wide open so they obviously weren't expecting any witnesses. The smacks and cries were getting louder, and my footsteps were muffled by the carpet so there appeared little danger they were aware of my presence. I took a deep breath and risked poking my head around the door.

Aunt Jennie was sitting on Molly's bed with her daughter draped across her lap, her jeans and panties tangled around her ankles. Her butt was naked and everywhere from up near her back to the middle of her legs was red from the hairbrush my aunt was wielding at a brisk pace. I muffled a gasp. The big head of the brush looked about the same size as one of Molly's skinny butt cheeks, so it was doing a lot of damage with every swat. My aunt would raise it about a foot, snap it down, and then move on to the next smack.

Now that my curiosity had been satisfied I should have just snuck away, knowing that my bitchy cousin wasn't so smug now. But it was like a train wreck coming that I couldn't turn my eyes away from. And a train wreck is a pretty apt description for what happened next!

Even though my aunt was sitting sideways to me, leaving Molly's butt in full display, she must have somehow sensed that she was being observed. She suddenly whipped her head around and made eye contact as I stood there with my jaw dropped. Oh God, I was so busted! I expected her to stop the spanking to bitch me out, but without missing a beat she pointed the hairbrush towards my bedroom and mouthed the word 'GO!' before returning to Molly's backside.

I slunk away, sure that the cheeks on my face were as red as Molly's butt cheeks. I flopped on my bed, totally mortified at being caught snooping, as Molly continued hollering. How could I ever justify what I'd done?

Eventually the sounds ended from down the hall; I knew Aunt Jennie would appear at any moment, so I sat up straight and tried to look repentant.

When she entered my room I felt like a mouse mesmerized by a snake. I was frozen in place, although every instinct was screaming at me to flee. It only calmed my fear a little to notice that both of her hands were empty; apparently she'd left that awful hairbrush behind. I expected her to start yelling at me, but instead she just sat down next to me and looked disappointed, which was somehow even worse.

"Amy, I have a question for you, and I want you to answer it honestly, okay?" I could only nod.

"When was the last time you received a real spanking? And I don't just mean a few swats on the fanny. I'm talking about a true spanking: bottom bare, legs kicking, body thrashing, head thrown back, howling and crying like a baby, promising you'll never do it again, pleading for it to be over, knowing you won't be able to sit comfortably and praying nobody notices, and all the time knowing that you're a naughty girl who deserves exactly what she's getting. That's the kind of spanking I just gave Molly. So now I'm asking you again: when was the last time you got a spanking like that?"

"N-n-never," was all I could spit out. My parents didn't believe in corporal punishment for their darling daughter.

"That's exactly what I thought. Do you want to know why Molly just got her butt whipped?" I nodded.

"Because she mouthed off to me. She was getting ready to take off with her friends but she hadn't done her chores yet so I said they had to be done first. And she complained that it wasn't fair that she had all this work to do, but her spoiled cousin waltzed around never lifting a finger to help out around here. And she had a valid point, but she should have watched her tone of voice. I don't tolerate children being flippant or acting like a smart-ass with me, but she couldn't resist it. So I informed her that she was going to be performing her chores with a very sore backside; that changed her tune in a hurry, but you saw how much her apology meant at that point.

"But she's correct that you're able-bodied enough to pull your own weight but you've never once offered to help cook or clean. It's like we're your maids expected to wait on you hand and foot. Look at this room; it's a pigsty. A child half your age could keep this place neater. And on top of all that, you have no respect for privacy; you obviously could tell what was happening the moment you walked in the door, yet you insisted on sticking your nose in where it didn't belong.

"So for all those reasons I've decided that you are long overdue for a good butt blistering. I want you to pull down your jeans and underwear and get across my lap, just like you saw Molly doing. Is that understood?"

I began babbling, pleading for another chance, but she was adamant that the subject wasn't up for further discussion. I complained that I'd never been spanked but she just said that proved how long overdue I was. I said I didn't want a spanking; well, Molly didn't want one either and how did that turn out for her.

"I'm tired of your stalling, Amy. Get 'em down missy, and I mean NOW, because you are already in very hot water with me, young lady, and anything less than full compliance is going to have drastic consequences for your hiney."



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