After the entire scenario with George, the guy from the computer, and the horrendous paddling Christy had gotten for her stunt, her parents had put their heads together in order to do something truly special for her. Because she and Joanna had their birthdays within one day of each other, the two families got together to throw a duo birthday party for the girls.

The party had been a blast. Games, chatter, presents. Everything that Christy could ever wish for. Being that she was in her mid-teens, parties were different from the times she was a kid and they’d all play sitting in circles or singing Scout songs, but still, they were entertaining. And if they sat in circle, it was for a few Spin-The-Bottle rounds that had made both Haley and Carly roll their eyes generously – and then share a kiss remembering of how they used to play that twenty years earlier.

Then, finally, with everyone gone, the exhausted parents had decided to take a few minutes to themselves. Just a walk in the park. Only Christy and her best friend Joanna were home anyway, so nothing bad could happen.

Aunt Faith had taken a walk with them.

She was Carly’s younger sister, and lived in New York. She would come to visit with the Brimleys rarely, but Christy was radiant any time she did. She was by far her favourite aunt, and the feeling was reciprocal.

So, Chris and Joanna sat upstairs in Christy’s bedroom giggling loudly and rather crudely. On the computer screen in front of them there were some... questionable pictures.

“Oh my GAWD!” Chris’ friend gushed. “I had no clue...”

Christy giggled and nodded, pointing at the screen. “Check this one out,” she snickered.

Before long both girls were in absolute fits of laughter. Once she was able to catch her breath a still-smirking Joanna giggled: “Oh my gosh. I am SO glad your folks left us alone for a while. We only have the one family computer in our house.”

Christy smiled back. “No kidding. Oh geez... look at THAT one...”

This went on for quite some time, with the girls barely breaking for breath in-between gales of laughter.

All the commotion attracted Faith’s attention as soon as she walked in the front door. Still headachy from the party and everything, she headed upstairs, figuring that the girls were still so excited about the party and Christy’s turning 15 in general that the celebrations weren’t quite over.

She didn’t want to interrupt, so she quietly cracked the door to Christy’s bedroom open and poked her head in... but her smile vanished immediately as she saw the rather offensive pictures on her niece’s computer screen.

Her eyes wide with surprise, she yelled: “CHRISTY AND JOANNA!” as she stood cross-armed in the doorframe.

Joanna jumped up completely out of her seat, nearly sending her glass of root beer flying. Chris quickly closed out the website she was viewing then turned around as well, trying to put a mask of innocence on.

“Aunt Faith! You... you’re back early! Are... are Mom and Dad too?”

Faith shook her head as she strolled towards the computer desk, trying to keep a stern expression on her face and perfectly succeeding. “No, they’re not. I just had headache and came back. Why, guilty conscience? I don’t think you were opening your presents there, huh?” she said with some irony, looking at Joanna too. The black-haired girl blushed and looked away.

Still trying to get away with it, and not implicate themselves in the off-chance that her favorite, youthful aunt had not seen the screen, Chris asked, “Wh-why would you say that, Aunt Faith?”

 “Oh don’t play Miss Goody-Two-Shoes on me, Christine,” Faith said, shaking her head and wagging her finger in the teen’s face. “I saw what kind of site you two were looking at, and I’m pretty sure it says ‘18+’... and you are fifteen,” she pointed at the remnants of the birthday cake on the table aside the root beer.

“Oh,” Chris stated simply, and Joanna’s normally deep tan complexion seemed to lose several shades. Chris couldn’t believe this turn of events on her birthday! “Aunt... Aunt Faith... y-you won’t tell Mom and Dad, will you?” she beseeched the red-head.

“I am seriously tempted to, Christine. Don’t get me wrong... I understand curiosity and it’s all good... but there are rules concerning that kind of material. Were you following them?” she asked simply. She tried to look at Joanna too as she spoke, and noticed the girl was intimidated and embarrassed at least as much as Christy. Though maybe not as frightened.

Christy sobbed and looked away, struggling not to let the tears that were welled up in her eyes fall. Yet when she shook her head, however gently, ‘no,’ in response to her aunt’s question, the droplets cascaded down. Finally the girl choked out a plea.

“Please... Aunt Faith... they... they wouldn’t understand. PLEASE... they would... overreact...” The girl’s hands unconsciously went to her bottom, where one or two small bruises were still visible from the previous week’s happenings.

Faith nodded and took a seat on the girl’s bed, while Joanna stood and started pacing the room, hands in her hair. The woman knew all about the way Haley and Carly ‘overreacted’, and frankly agreed with it. Christy’s instinctive protection of her bottom just confirmed what she knew already.

“If you mean that they would give you a sound spanking, yes. I would too, Chris,” she just said. “And that applies to you too, Jo.”

The reactions between the two girls couldn’t get more different. Joanna’s face became stiffened with fear, her eyes large as saucers. Chris, on the other hand, felt the stirrings of hope.

“Yeah... you... you’re right about my parents, Aunt Faith.” The teen sighed nervously, calculating the wording and the meaning behind what she wanted to ask. Finally, mustering all her courage up, she asked. “Would... you p-possibly do it instead?” she asked softly, hesitantly. “If my parents knew I was already punished... maybe they wouldn’t... you know...” Chris looked down at the floor, kneading the carpet with her socked feet.

Faith nodded slowly as her eyes darted from one girl to the other. She could tell that Joanna either wasn’t used to spankings, or her tolerance for the topic was far lower. Not that she cared too much, after all. Chris was her favourite niece and the apple of her eye: it was she who she loved and was currently worried about.

“That’s a big ‘maybe’ you’ve got there, Christy... You know I won’t lie to your mom and dad, and I can tell them you’ve been punished enough. If they believe me or not, it all depends on how convincing I... or you... can be.” And she sat cross-armed, waiting.

Christy stood nervously. “I... I can be real convincing, Aunt Faith. You know I’ve performed a lot...” she trailed, hoping it would suffice.

Faith nodded. “Actually, I think that the most convincing act would be sporting the bright red bottom I’m going to give you,” she said, carefully choosing embarrassing words and also looking in Joanna’s direction.

Christy blushed nervously, but considered the facts. She really didn’t think that her aunt would be any *worse* than her parents would be, and even if she DID leave her with a red bottom it would be no less than she could expect from Carly or Haley.

Joanna, on the other hand, broke Faith’s gaze quite quickly. Never before had the girl been spanked. And while she always would wonder about it, she knew enough from Chris that it was never something she wanted to experience. She was quite frankly scared that this woman would want to attack her arse too!

Faith was not an expert in dealing with teens, but just anyone would have noticed the different kinds of apprehension on the girls’ faces. So she reacted accordingly, and motioned for Chris to come over to her.

“So I take it it’s what you choose? A spanking from me? Mind you, I said ‘spanking’. Not love pats,” she added with a firm look.

Chris gulped and looked at the woman before her whom she absolutely adored. Squeezing her eyes shut, she whispered, “Yeah, Aunt Faith... I understand, and well.. I’d rather have it be you.”

“And how about you, young lady? The deal works for you as well. Either you get the same treatment or I’m calling your parents and let them deal with it.”

Joanna was vehemently shaking her head ‘no.’ She knew that she wouldn’t get spanked at home, and she doubted her parents would do much of anything, especially since it was her birthday. “N-no... I... I’ll take my chances with m-my parents, Miss O’Connell,” she stammered nervously.

 Faith nodded as she surveyed both girls again. She could tell that any girl who so quickly and light-heartedly accepted to be reported to her parents mustn’t fear them too much. Not that it was any of her business anyway: once again, she found herself much more worried for the girl she loved, and who so much resembled herself at fifteen.

“Very well then. Jo, then I think you better leave for now. Chris will call you, I’m sure.”

Joanna nodded nervously. She walked over and gave Chris a supportive hug and then let herself out. She only lived two blocks away and it was still daylight, so there was no problem with walking. When she heard Jo let herself out the kitchen door, Chris nervously came and sat by her Aunt Faith. She was seeing a side to the curly-haired 28-year-old that she’d never known before.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Faith,” she whispered.

 Now that Joanna was out, Faith let herself be a little less strict and a little more supportive. She rounded Christy’s shoulders with her strong former-gymnast’s arm and snuggled the girl to her.

“Why would you do something like that, Sunshine? If you’re curious about stuff, you should ask. Maybe not your parents, okay, but you know I’m always there for you and just one call away and I don’t mind talking about stuff.” She wore a rather stern face again and pointed at the computer. “That is *not* the way, Christine. It’s misleading. Not to mention illegal.”

Tears started rolling down Christy’s cheeks again. “I... I don’t know, Aunt Faith. It just seemed rather cool. Kinda weird and gross too, but it didn’t feel like it was so awful, you know? I knew I... I shouldn’t... but Joanna really wanted to and it did sound like fun... and didn’t you ever feel like doing some just a little naughty when you were my age? Nothing that could hurt someone... just...” The teen shrugged her shoulders, at a loss for words.

 Faith shifted position on the bed so she could face her niece. She totally resembled herself, more than she’d ever told her sister Carly. It did make her somewhat proud.

“Chris, of course I’ve felt naughty at your age. It’s okay, and natural. It doesn’t hurt anyone but yourself, honey. There’s a proper way to go about things, and other ways which aren’t right. I know that SexEd is boring and everything, but porn sites on the net aren’t much better, you know?” Secretly, she was less disappointed than she sounded, but she wouldn’t voice that.

Chris blushed, but nodded. “It just didn’t feel like there was any middle ground,” she admitted, sighing. “And we just felt like *doing* something. I don’t know why... I know we shouldn’t have.”

Deep down, she had a bunch of other questions she would rather ask her aunt... have girl talk, even about this, or getting in trouble. But she knew that she had blown that chance, at least for now. So she did what she had to and asked the one question she really didn’t want to.

“H-how are you going to do it?”

 Again Faith nodded as she listened to the few words the girl would say. Her embarrassment and disappointment in herself was pretty evident, and such was her fear when she asked that. Faith had never spanked anyone apart from her youngest sister Dana on a couple occasions – but she’d been on the receiving end quite a few times, so she was pretty confident about how to go about it.

“Well... I will spank your bare bottom, Chris. It’s the only way if you ask me. Do your mom and dad use a hairbrush? A belt?”

Chris blanched at first. “I... they use just about anything... one of the brushes or my paddles... but never a belt... please... please Aunt Faith... don’t use that...” By this time the girl was quivering and crying steadily, not sure if she could convince her aunt not to use a different instrument.

 “Hey, there, there now,” Faith said, hugging the weeping teen gently and rubbing her back. “I won’t use a belt, okay? No belts, promise.” She didn’t know of the agreement that Christy had with her parents about spanking implements, but the girl’s fear was quite obvious. “Your grandmother gave me the slipper, once, for something very similar... well, it was dating a boy she didn’t approve of, and those were other times, but still... do you think you can take that, Christine?”

Chris, while certainly interested in her aunt’s shady past, had no mind on those things at the time. She looked downwards as she whispered a reply. “I... I’ve actually never gotten it before like that... but I think I could take it... I can take everything as long as it’s not a belt... or that paddle with holes...” she shivered.

Faith sighed softly and kissed her niece’s forehead for a moment before standing. She opened her closet and rummaged inside for a while before retrieving a rather rigid-soled ballet shoe from Christy’s modern dance outfits. She slapped it twice against her palm and nodded, and Chris jumped slightly at the sound.

“I think this will do, honey. Come on, get ready for your spanking then,” she ordered calmly as she walked back to the bed.

Uneasily Chris stood and waited for her aunt to sit so she could lay herself down over her thighs. She rubbed the seat of her new skirt nervously once, and then began the descent.

Faith put down the shoe on the bed on her right, and welcomed Christy’s body over her lap. She wouldn’t guess that the girl was so lithe, and though not a child, she fitted well across her thighs. She adjusted her so that the bottom was in the middle, and raised her skirt to her back. She gave her a few minutes to adjust herself, then started spanking her briskly with the open hand.

Chris whimpered as she felt the build-up against her still slightly bruised backside. In and of itself it would not be terribly bad, but things were still a little tender back there, and she couldn’t help but whimper lightly.

 As she spanked on, Faith realised that it was having an effect. She slapped her palm down again and again for a while before noticing two faint marks on the girl’s sit-spots, just below the leg-holes of her pink panties. She stopped and turned to her niece.

“Have you been spanked recently, Chris?”

Miserably, the girl nodded. “Yes...” she hiccoughed.

Faith nodded. Part of her wanted to ask why, and she really wanted to know about that spanking and sympathise with her niece... but she knew this was no time for chit-chat, so she simply said: “I see,” and lowered the teen’s panties to halfway down her thighs. Then she picked up the shoe.

Chris tensed nervously, whimpering as she knew it was about to get very real very soon. It bothered her, not really knowing what to expect, but she knew that she would know all too soon.

She didn’t have to wait long, since Faith took a deep breath and SMACK!-ed the shoe down on Christy’s bare, pink bottom. She didn’t stop at that though and immediately got into a fast rhythm. Chris sucked in her breath at first, but soon realized that this wasn’t as bad as she had feared. Yes, it stung, but she didn’t think it was too much more than her aunt’s hand. The irony of the situation, both feeling it similar to that part of the anatomy, was lost to Chris, but Faith knew it all too well, now, as she noticed that the girl’s reaction wasn’t that much different after all.

She’d thought that the slipper would pack a more intense sting, because she remembered from her own teen years just how *much* it stung... but then again, her mother had kept on spanking for an eternity. So she paused for a moment, repositioned Christy’s body so that her bum was even higher, and resumed the fast-paced smacking.

It didn’t take long before Christy was crying steadily. Indeed, the longer her aunt kept up the spanking, the more compacted the sting became. On top of the bruises still on her sit spots was the worst. After a while she sobbed out mostly incoherent apologies and the like, as her conscience was hurting almost as much as her smarting backside.

 To Faith’s ears, that was the sign of a spanking being well-received – that and the red bottom in front of her. She kept up though, now paying attention to Christy’s thighs and trying to avoid the bruised sit-spots, which had been chastised enough.

“Christine, will you be looking at porn again?” she asked rhetorically.

“Nooo...” Chris sobbed as she wriggled slightly under the assault. She was glad to have the attention moved from her sit spots but her thighs had also always been tender, as she supposed everyone’s were.

“I hope so,” said Faith, “because if I hear of it happening again...” she moved back to the girl’s full cheeks, “I’m coming all the way from New York and take a hairbrush to your bare bottom... on top of whatever your parents gave you. Do you understand?” she said, meaning every word of it.

Christy was torn between feeling so loved and lucky to have an aunt who would care that much about her, to feeling depressed because it could mean even more spanking. But she realized that she could easily keep that from happening, and rushed to assure Faith of that.

“I prommmissse... you won’t have toooo...” she cried broken-heartedly. So many things were weighing on her, and somehow as she lay there, the tears from THAT spanking were joined but hard sobs of release from many other things.

“Good, I’d be very sad if I had to.”

The girl’s sobs did have some more meaning to them than those from a spanking usually have. Faith noticed that, even though she couldn’t be sure. She would know soon, though. The bright red hue in Christy’s backside told her she’d taken as much as she could without bruising, and even though she knew Haley and Carly were hard on the girl, it wasn’t her place to be too. So Faith applied another half dozen, and then set the slipper aside. She helped Chris up and offered her open arms, without speaking.

Christy dissolved into her aunt’s arms, crying almost too hard to speak. Still, she did manage to get out a few “I’m sorry’s.”

The woman held her tight, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head as she remembered her mother doing with her right after a spanking. She whispered: “It’s okay honey, everything’s alright, I promise.”

The girl shook her head. “They... they’ll n-n-ever f-forgive me... I-I’m aw-awful...”

Faith frowned a little as she caressed the teen’s hair. “Why do you say that? Looking at porn at your age is wrong, but... my sister and Haley are reasonable people...”

Chris shook her head miserably, the entire porn thing a long lost memory. “Th-that’s not what I... I meannn...” she sobbed.

Now a little worried by such heartfelt reaction, Faith eased Chris a couple of feet away from her, and, now drying her teary cheeks, asked: “Christy, honey, please tell me what else is wrong. Does it have something to do with that latest spanking you got?”

Chris nodded her head, taking a shuddery gasp. She looked at her favourite aunt, and sighed. “Aunt Faith?” she asked timidly. “C-can we just talk a little?”

Faith sighed back, and nodded. She motioned for Chris to redress, and when she had, the woman leaned against the bedpost and opened her arms to welcome her niece. “Yes honey, but you do need to tell me what’s troubling you sooner or later, okay?”

Anxiously, Chris nodded again. “I... I know.” She welcomed her aunt’s loving embrace for a minute before asking, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. I don’t have all the answers but I think I have a couple,” Faith gave her a small smile.

Chris gave her an equally small, though grateful, smile in return. “It’s kinda about you when you were a kid...” she began haltingly. “I... did you ever tell a partial truth or a small lie when you confessed to doing something, just so you wouldn’t get in even more trouble?”

“Hmm...” Faith hummed, looking at the ceiling. Inwardly, she realised this was a tactic that Chris was using to weigh the consequences of some misbehaviour on her part, but she didn’t say it. Instead, very vivid memories flooded her mind. “Well, yes, I did. I’d confess something but not all of it because I was afraid I’d get it even worse.”

Christy blushed and looked away, but still inquired, “What... what happened? What did you do?”

Faith smiled faintly. “I’d gone to the mall with friends and... you know. Lost track of time. And also, their company wasn’t favoured by my parents. Some friend of my mom’s spotted us, and reported me, and when I was home... busted.” She shifted on the bed, and unconsciously held Chris tighter.

Chris stared wide-eyed at her aunt. “What did they do?”

“Well, your grandma was *very* upset, let me tell you,” she shivered. “Her petulant friend said ‘those kids were goofing around’ and everything. So, after a long lecture on administering my time better and on proper friendships, she took the hairbrush to my bare bottom. I was sixteen.”

Christy winced in sympathy. “Ouch. But... what about the lie? You said you’d lied to make it less...?”

Faith nodded, and sighed. She looked away for a second, then smiled. “What I didn’t say, is that we were goofy because we drank. Not enough to get totally drunk, just one beer... but had they known, I’d have gotten a long talking to Dad’s strap. So, I kept that hidden. They never found out.”

Chris instinctively tensed upon hearing of such a piece of leather. Still, she couldn’t help but ask further. “How did you get along with that... knowing you’d done it and all?”

Faith shrugged. “I’d felt guilty about it for years, but I was too scared to just fess up. And that was my last spanking, too. I eventually told Mother years later, and we laughed about it... it relieved me... but there wasn’t really a problem with it, when I was a teen. I mean, as long as *you* are the only one hurt by that lie, it’s not so bad....” She left it hanging at that, caressing Christy’s hair again.

Christy had visibly calmed down as she heard how her aunt had been able to deal with such a thing for so long, but her last comment caused her to tense again. Closing her eyes tightly, the girl sighed. “I kinda need to tell you something Aunt Faith,” she said nervously.

Sighing a little again, the woman gently lifted the teen’s head from her chest, and looked at her in the eye. She kept a soft expression on her face, though. “Go ahead.”

Chris broke the woman’s gaze, closing her eyes tightly, and a small sob escaped her lips. “I... first I have to tell you about my last spanking, okay?” she stated, then went on, not waiting for an answer. By the time she was through divulging all that had happened a week ago she was crying steadily again. She told of the Internet guy and how she’d ended up in serious trouble about that, even forcing her parents to call the Police and sue this person that had been harassing her online – and to whom she’d naively given her full name and location.

Faith’s jaw had dropped long before the girl was done with her recount, and she was now staring at her, half angered and half amazed at how many new ways there were to get in trouble nowadays.

“I... Chris, you... I’m glad your parents punished you hard for that, missy,” she said, but then softened and took Christy’s hand to reassure her. “Well, go ahead... what did you not tell them?”

Christy’s heart pounded in her chest. Here she was disappointing yet another person she loved over this! But still, she had to divulge things.

In a barely audible whisper she told her aunt what she needed to hear.

Faith’s only reaction was a little “oh” escaping her mouth, and she looked away.

Chris, too, looked away, this time in shame. “I just don’t know what to do,” she whimpered.

After a few minutes’ shock, Faith took a deep breath and placed her hands on her niece’s shoulders. “You tell. This isn’t like getting drunk at the mall, Christine. This can have consequences. You need to tell your parents, so they can tell the authorities, and...”

Chris trembled. “But...” she whined, scared of the implications it would have.

“No but, Christy. You must tell this, and quickly, too. Or I will.” She realised it sounded blunt, but better sooner than later.

The girl recoiled in shock. This wasn’t quite the reaction she was expecting, but she also knew it was sound. She couldn’t quite help being bitter about it, though.

“Fine,” she muttered, realizing that she was cruising, but almost to scared to care. After a moment to collect her thoughts, however, she nodded a little more calmly. “I... I’ll try, Aunt Faith. I promise.” After this a sob escaped her lips and she shuddered in fear.

At first Faith stiffened, worried that Chris might snap back at her. She already felt her face heating up again, but as the girl calmed down, she did too, and relaxed a little. Her promise was reassuring too, but Faith wasn’t convinced.

“Christy, listen to me... I’m not saying this because I want to betray your trust, but you know this is serious... Well, how about you tell them within the end of this week, and if you don’t, I will call from New York and help you with it?”

Chris made a quick calculation, and realised she had a little more than three days to say. She sighed, then nodded. “Okay...” she said half-heartedly.

Faith gently raised the girl’s chin so that she’d look at her. “You want to repeat that a little better, sweetheart?” she added with a smile. “I *really* need to be convinced that we have a deal.”

Christy couldn’t help but be a little annoyed, but she wisely chose not to show it. “I... I promise I’ll do it, Aunt Faith,” she said in a soft tone.

Faith smiled a little more convincingly this time, and wrapped the girl in a tight hug. “I love you, little girl. So much... Please don’t get in trouble about this.”

“I don’t think that’s an option,” she replied grimly, rubbing her still-stinging backside. Still, she gave a little smile. At least now she knew what she had to do.

– The End –

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

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

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

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley, Christy. Contact for information and/or feedback.