BARED AFFAIR For old-fashioned ladies and the modern-minded girls in their care
Issue 4.02: February 2006
A Hot Day in Georgia A young aunt repays the price of her niece's misdirected punishment.
By John Strict
Martha Shaw was one tired lady as she drove home from her double shift at the local hospital where she worked as a registered nurse. She had just pulled a twenty hour shift, having gone in at noon the previous day and worked until 8 that morning.
The 40-year-old divorcee yawned as she stopped at a red light about a mile from her house. She knew if she could only make it home without falling asleep, she would have it made. She had the next three days off and was looking forward to spending some time with her older sister who was visiting from North Carolina. But the only thing she was looking forward to right then was soaking in her bath tub, and then crashing for about twelve hours.
It was already hot and humid on that July morning in northeast Georgia as she wheeled her 1970 Camaro into her driveway. As she got out of the car and picked up the morning paper, she was pleasantly surprised to notice that somebody had mowed the lawn. "That's one less thing I'll have to worry about on my days off," she thought to herself. When she unlocked the carport door and stepped inside, it became pretty obvious that nobody in the house was awake yet. Her lazy fifteen-year-old daughter, Robin, was sure to still be in bed at this hour. And her visiting sister, Jane Miller, didn't appear to be up either.
Martha enjoyed Jane's annual visits. Her sister, four years her senior, was a high school English teacher in North Carolina and always made a point of visiting for a week every year while on her summer vacation. Since Jane was her only sibling, the two women were very close.
Jane was a very beautiful 44-year-old brunette who had a body to die for. Most people agreed that she looked ten to fifteen years younger than her actual age. And she also enjoyed a break from her husband and two daughters for a week each year. Although she loved her family very much, it was always good to get away and see her kid sister and her niece and spend a few days with them.
Martha glanced at the headlines of the paper. It said something about President Jimmy Carter meeting for the first time with newly elected Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin. But she was so tired she didn't feel much like reading the paper or eating any breakfast. She didn't even feel like a cup of coffee. Even though she was sure nothing could keep her awake, she didn't want to chance anything interfering with her sleep. The only thing on her mind was that bubble bath which she'd been looking forward to for hours.
So she went straight to her bedroom, took off her white regulation nurse's uniform, threw a bathrobe on over her bra and panties and crossed the hall to the main bathroom. As she reached down to turn on her bath water, she saw something that caused a shot of adrenaline to course through her body making her blood boil.
The tub was filthy with dirty bath rings! She was beside herself. Robin had been told and told to clean the tub when she was finished bathing! She had preached and preached, scolded and scolded and now she was at her wit's end. It was right then and there that she decided that lazy little minx needed to be taught a lesson. So she reached over to the vanity counter and picked up her wooden hairbrush. She took a second to look herself in the mirror and contemplate what she was about to do. Tapping the back of the brush against her bare palm, she decided. Yes, Robin needs to learn some discipline and this is as good a time as any to start. With that she exited the bathroom and headed down the hall to her errant daughter's sleeping quarters.
She had not spanked Robin since she was about eight years old, and that was just a few slaps on the seat of her pants for talking back. But since then, the pretty, slim high school sophomore had grown increasingly lazy, disrespectful and sassy. Martha knew her divorce had been hard on the girl. And she realized that she had probably given that too much consideration when deciding on how to deal with her rebellious nature in recent years. But that was all in the past now. No more excuses! From now on she was going to hold her daughter accountable for her actions and discipline her whenever it was warranted.
She burst into the sleeping girl's room with a look of determination on her face and the hairbrush in her hand. Reaching down, she grabbed the covers and pulled them back, mildly surprised to find her teenage daughter sleeping in the nude. "Wake up this instant, young lady!"
Robin, shocked to be so rudely awaken from her pleasant slumber, was somewhat disoriented as she tried to figure out just what in the hell was happening. But before she could get her bearings, her mother had a hold of her arm and was dragging her out of bed. "Mom, what's the matter?" asked the naked and confused girl as her mother seated herself on the edge of the bed.
Quote said... The brush continued to rise and fall on poor Robin's reddening posterior.
"As if you didn't know," replied a very irate Martha. "How many times have I told you about leaving that bathroom in a mess?"
"Huh?" Robin answered, still half asleep. In her confused state of mind, she couldn't even remember taking a bath the night before, but thought she did recall taking a shower in the half bath room that separated her bedroom from the spare one in which her aunt was sleeping.
But before she could offer any type of defense, she found herself being flung across her mom's lap. Then to her horror she felt her bare fanny being rubbed with the brush and realized exactly what was about to happen. "But Mom, I didn't...."
"Shut up!" answered her mother as she brought the hairbrush down square on her right buttock with a loud CRACK!
"Ouch!" The sting of the brush quickly got the sleep out of Robin's eyes and brought her to her full senses. She was now wide awake and, to her disbelief, was being spanked for some reason of which she wasn't quite sure. But before she could figure it out, the brush fell again, this time landing on the left side of her defenseless fanny. CRACK!
In the room next door, Jane Miller was suddenly awaken by the sound of her sister's hairbrush making contact with the delicate flesh of her young niece's bare bottom. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Oh my God!" Jane thought to herself. "If I didn't know better, I'd think poor Robin is getting spanked! I wonder what she did?" Of course Jane Miller knew full well what was happening. She'd spanked both of her own daughters within just the last year. The previous summer she'd paddled nineteen-year-old Melissa for coming home late from an outing with friends. And just a few months later, she'd really sizzled sixteen-year-old Laura's behind when she'd been caught smoking at school. So she was familiar with the sounds of corporal punishment being dished out on a young girl's bare behind.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! As the brush continued to rise and fall on poor Robin's reddening posterior, her protests became more and more audible. "Ouch! Ow! Ohh! Please, Mom! Stop!" After what seemed an eternity, Martha finally finished her assault on the teenager's smarting buttocks.
"OK, get up," she ordered her sobbing daughter. "Now get in that bathroom and get it cleaned up! And when you're done, I'd better not find a spot anywhere." With that she stormed out of the room and headed towards the kitchen where she decided that she needed that cup of coffee after all.
Robin quickly got dressed and spent the next half hour scrubbing every nook and cranny of the bathroom, especially the tub. She thought her mom had lost her ever loving mind. "Damn, why did she tear my ass up for something I didn't even do?" she wondered. Then it dawned on her. "Aunt Jane must have made this mess!"
Oh well, the damage had been done. All she wanted to do was get back to her room, nurse her sore bottom and go back to bed. And she stayed in bed for most of the morning, eventually falling back to sleep. When she got back up at about 11:00, her fanny wasn't nearly as red, but it still quite sore. The house was silent. Her mom was asleep and her aunt had obviously gotten up earlier and gone off somewhere in her car.
She fixed herself a sandwich and was sitting on a cushion at the kitchen table eating and reading the paper when she heard Jane's car pull into the driveway. A few seconds later the kitchen door opened and her aunt stepped inside.
She was dressed in a red Georgia Bulldogs tee shirt and a pair of snug cut off blue jeans that clung tightly to her broad, but shapely, hips and bottom. Because of the warm weather, she wore her hair pulled up and neatly tied on top of her head in a large bun. She took off her sunglasses and sat down at the table across from Robin. "Hi sweetie, how are you?" she politely inquired.
"Not too good, I got my butt beat this morning for something I didn't even do."
"I know," Jane said. "I heard, but why did she do that? But she must have had some reason."
"Oh, she had a reason alright. I got blamed for that mess you left in the bathroom last night."
"My God, honey! She spanked you for that?"
"Yeah, she's warned me several times about it. So I guess when she got home this morning and saw that dirty tub, she just assumed that I'd left it that way."
"Well, why for chrissakes didn't you tell her?"
"Because I was sound asleep when she came in and dragged me out of bed. And before I could figure out what was going on, she was already wailing the tar out of me with that brush. And by that time my butt was hurting so bad, that was all I could think about until after it was over. By then it was too late."
"What about afterwards? Didn't you tell her?"
"No, I didn't see the point. What's done was done. And she was so pissed off that I thought I'd better just clean up the bathroom and get out of her way."
"Well, hon, I am so sorry. I assure you that I'm going to tell her what a terrible mistake she made. And I don't know quite yet how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to make this up to you some how."
That night for supper, Jane prepared Robin's favorite meal, cheeseburgers and French fries. They were at the table eating when Martha got up and came in to join them. She fixed herself a plate and sat down at the table. "Wow, I really slept good today. You wouldn't believe how tired I was this morning." Then she looked over at Robin and said, "And how are you, young miss? Is your bottom still sore?"
"I'm OK," she replied.
"I want to talk to you about that, little sister," Jane spoke up. "I'm afraid you jumped to conclusions this morning and made a serious mistake."
"What do you mean?" asked Martha with a puzzled look on her face.
"After supper last evening I felt like I needed some exercise and noticed the grass needed cutting. So I figured I'd go ahead and mow the lawn after it had cooled off some. I didn't get finished until almost dark and by then I was pretty sweaty and grungy. So I decided to take a long, soaking bath. I meant to go back in there clean up the bathroom but I was so tired, I guess I just forgot about it and went on to bed. So in light of what happened this morning, I think you owe your daughter an apology."
"You mean you made that mess, Jane?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
Martha looked at her daughter and said, "Well, I'm sorry, Robin. But if you hadn't made a habit out doing that very thing, maybe I wouldn't have been so quick to point the blame at you. Still, I apologize for not giving you an opportunity to explain what happened before I acted. You just have to realize, I was dog tired after working twenty straight nerve racking hours and wasn't thinking straight. So we'll just let that spanking be for the other 150 times you've left a mess like that."
"Sure, Mom. It's OK, really."
"I don't think it's OK at all," Jane spoke up. "Robin got punished for something that she wouldn't have otherwise. And all because I did something careless. I feel just terrible about that."
"Well, I don't know what we can do about it now," Martha half-laughed. "That is unless you want me to spank you too."
All three ladies chucked as Jane said, "Why not?"
Martha seemed slightly amused as her sister's little joke. "Don't be silly, Jane. You're a grown woman in your mid-40s. I couldn't spank you."
"That's true. I am a grown woman. A grown woman who should know better. I am also a teacher and a mother. Therefore, I should be a role model, not only for my students and my daughters, but for my niece as well. And if I make a mistake that causes someone else to be unjustly punished, I should be held accountable."
"You sound like you are actually serious about this," Martha said in a more authoritative tone. "Be careful what you wish for, Sis."
"I am dead serious," Jane replied.
Now Martha was incredulous. "You mean you really want to get a spanking?"
"Of course, I don't want a spanking, but I think I deserve one. I mean there is no logical reason why I shouldn't get the same treatment that Robin did. After all, this whole thing was my fault, so I think I should atone for it. And quite frankly, I don't know of any other way."
Robin sat there quietly amused by these sudden proceedings. But she found herself silently hoping that, somehow, her aunt would actually get that mature, broad backside of hers tanned.
Martha thought to herself for a moment then said, "OK, we can do this. But here are the rules. If you want the same punishment that Robin got, then you are going to get fifty hard licks, twenty-five on each cheek, with the hairbrush, in your birthday suit just like she did. Now you can back out anytime you want, but once we start, there will be no stopping until you taken all fifty stingers. And I promise you that I will lay them on hot and heavy, and it's going to hurt!"
"That's true, Aunt Jane, it hurts like you wouldn't believe," Robin chipped in, her bottom still slightly sore from her early morning session.
Quote said... Robin found herself silently hoping that, somehow, her aunt would actually get that broad backside of hers tanned.
"I'm sure it will," Jane gulped. "But... I rather have my fanny hurt for a little while than have my conscience hurt for a long time."
"OK then," said Martha. "I guess that settles it. Robin, you can start cleaning off the table and washing the dishes. I believe your aunt and I have some business to attend to back in my room."
With that, all three of them arose from the table. Jane got up and began walking toward the hall, her ample buttocks swaying to and fro beneath those tight cut offs. She looked back over her shoulder, grinned and said, "Just think, here I am, a 44-year-old woman on her way to the woodshed like a naughty school girl. Who'd have ever believed that?"
"Not me," said Martha shaking her head and following close behind with her eyes trained on the seat of those snug blue jean shorts. As Jane made her way to the bedroom, her younger sister stopped off at the bathroom to pick up her trusty hairbrush.
Jane was waiting in the bedroom when Martha came in with the wooden brush in hand. She looked at the implement that her sister was holding and said, "You know I bought a hairbrush just like that a while back for the next time either of my girls get too far out of line. As of yet, I haven't had to use it, but it's probably just a matter of time before I will. So if nothing else, I guess this will give me a chance to see what it feels like when I have to paddle one of them with it."
"You mean you don't remember?" asked Martha. "Mom had one of these things and I vividly remember how much it hurt."
"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. I think the last time she spanked me was when I was about Robin's age. That would have nearly thirty years ago. I remember it stung like the dickens, but I can't recall exactly what it actually felt like."
As Martha seated herself on the edge of the bed, she patted the brush against her left palm and said, "Well, go ahead and get out of those clothes and I'll refresh your memory." Then she sat there and watched with great interest as her older sister pulled the tee shirt over her head and off. Next she reached around and unhooked her bra before slipping it off to expose her very nice breasts. They weren't exceptionally large, but firm for her age and nicely shaped, with perfect nipples and aureoles.
She reached for the snap then unzipped her cut-off jeans and slithered out of the skimpy denim garment. That left her standing there clad only in white panties and sandals. Taking a deep breath, she slipped her thumbs in the waist band and quickly dropped her drawers down to her ankles before stepping out of them.
"What about my sandals? Do I need to take them off?" she inquired.
"I said everything!" was Martha's terse reply. With that, Jane lifted each foot to a level where she could reach her shoes and removed them one by one.
As she stood there totally naked before her younger sister, both women suddenly felt a little uneasy and nervous. Martha gazed at Jane's magnificent body. She had always been somewhat jealous of her more attractive sister. Her own body was thinner and more tomboyish than Jane's curvaceous figure. So she couldn't help but admire the stunning figure standing nude before her, stoically waiting to be punished.
It had been quite a long time since she'd seen her sister naked and she was particularly amused by Jane's very bushy pubic triangle. With the situation seeming to become a bit too intense, she decided there was some need for a little comic relief. So she felt the sudden urge to crack a joke. Pointing the hairbrush at the older woman's crotch she giggled and asked, "What kind of fertilizer d'ya use on that?"
Jane was slightly embarrassed. "Oh, that. John doesn't like for me to trim it. He says he likes to feel like he's making love to a woman, not a little girl," she explained.
With that, Martha patted her lap with the brush and said, "I'll bet he does! Well come here and bend over my knee, I'm about to make you really feel a little girl." Jane obeyed and approached her younger sister, then turned and draped herself face down across the waiting lap. She wiggled around and shifted her weight until she was comfortably positioned with the round orbs of her derriere displayed perfectly for the wrath of that wicked-looking hairbrush.
As she stretched out across they younger woman's lap, her bare bottom came into Martha's view for the first time. The pale white buttocks were full and fleshy, but much firmer the average middle-aged woman had any right to expect. Martha ran her palm over each of the upturned cheeks, slightly squeezing them as if she were inspecting melons in the produce department of the grocery store. "You are very well padded," she commented. "You should be able to take quite a spanking without if hurting too much."
"I hope so. Let's just get this over with," Jane pleaded.
Martha put the brush back in her right hand and placed her left palm firmly on the small of Jane's back. Then she briefly rubbed the brush over that succulent fanny, gently tapping here and there. All of a sudden, she raised it above her right shoulder and whipped it down on her sister's right buttock with a loud CRACK!
Jane's head jerked back and she slightly groaned as the brush violently kissed her bare skin. Again, Martha drew back the brush. Noticing a light pink circle forming at the point of contract, she drew a bead on that same spot and whipped the brush down again. CRACK!
This caused an even more vocal reaction from her hapless victim. She repeated the same procedure by landing two hard licks on the other cheek and drawing similar results. CRACK! CRACK! She then settled into a steady rhythm. She would apply two crisp smacks to the exact same place before moving over to the other buttock and landing two more. CRACK! CRACK! ... CRACK! CRACK! ... CRACK! CRACK!
For the first two dozen licks, she concentrated on the meaty center of Jane's bouncing globes, which by that time had gone from pale white, to bright pink, to fiery red. And she had her sexy older sister squirming like a worm on a fish hook. She paused for a second, patting her back with her spare hand. "Hang in there, hon. You're doing real good," she encouraged her distressed victim. Then she placed her hairbrush a little lower, right at the base of Jane's ample backside where her buttocks and thighs met.
She began paddling that most sensitive area using the same method of placing a couple of two licks on top of each other before turning her attention to the other side. CRACK! CRACK! ... CRACK! CRACK! ... CRACK! CRACK! Twenty-four more solid spanks were applied in this fashion and had Jane in serious agony. She was wildly kicking her shapely legs and fighting hard to hold back the tears.
Martha paused again before administering the final two licks. She aimed at the center of each of Jane's burning buttocks and brought the brush down two more times with deadly accuracy. CRACK! ... CRACK!
Jane had lost count after the first couple of whacks and didn't even realize that her spanking was finally over. So Martha just let her remain in position so the pain of final two scorching blows could fully sink in. Then she began to massage the inflamed area with her bare palm. She was amazed at how hot to the touch it was. Then with a light slap she told her big sister, "OK, all done, you can get up now."
Jane Miller slowly got to her feet and immediately began rubbing her severely punished posterior with both hands. With Martha looking on with amusement, Jane turned her back to the mirror and gazed over her shoulder in order to estimate the damage. She winced when she saw how red her bottom was! It certainly looked every bit as sore as it felt.
"Wow, Sis! You weren't kidding when you said that you were going to pour it on. I feel like I've been sitting on a damned hornet's nest. I was thinking about taking another bath tonight," she said rubbing the smarting flesh ever so lightly. "But now I don't think I could even bare to sit in the tub. So I think I'll just settle for a shower... a cold one at that."
Martha giggled and said, "That's probably a good idea," as she watched her well-spanked sister gather up her clothes and leave the room.
* * *
Jane Miller stood in the shower stall letting the cool water cascade over her sore, red stained fanny. "Ohhh, that feels good," she thought. She still couldn't believe she'd actually allowed herself to be spanked, especially by her kid sister! She wondered what her husband, daughters, students and fellow teachers would have thought if they could have seen her draped over Martha's knee and getting her ass blistered like that.
She continued to replay the evening's events over in her mind as she lathered up with soap, paying special attention to her aching butt. Then, much to her amazement, she suddenly she found herself becoming very aroused and had a strong urge to masturbate. So she stood there under the shower and rubbed herself to one of the most intense orgasms she'd had in years.
Later as she was drying herself off, she heard a soft knock on the door that led to Robin's room. She wrapped herself with the towel and cracked open the door. Her niece was standing there with a plastic bottle in her hand.
"Here, Aunt Jane, try some of this," she said handing her the container. "It's Solarcaine and has aloe in it. It's supposed to be for relief from sunburn, but it works just as good on a blistered butt. I know because I used some this morning and it works wonders."
"Thanks dear, I could definitely use some of that." As her niece started to close the door, Jane stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, Robin. I have another favor to ask. I would greatly appreciate it if you never ever mentioned anything about this to your cousins, or anybody else for that matter."
"Oh sure, Aunt Jane," she answered back. "Mom has already spoken to me about that and warned me what will happen to my bottom if breathe a word to anyone. Plus, I wouldn't want anybody to know I got spanked today either. So this will just be our little secret."
Jane Miller said, "Thanks, sweetie." Then she closed the door, finished drying off and reached for the Solarcaine.
This story is the winner of our 2006 short fiction contest. JOHN STRICT is a self-avowed lover of female-female spanking fiction.
Bared Affair wishes to congratulate the following writers for receiving honorable mention for their fine stories:
Bruce, for his intense story "The Woodshed Woes of a Naughty Stepdaughter"
Keith, for the wonderful missive "Two Letters and a Hairbrush"
Helen, for her discipline-minded "Wendy's New School"
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