Tina Holden rubbed at her pj-covered backside and cleared her throat. She stood outside of the bedroom she shared with Christy, her friend who felt more like a sister every day, and wondered whether to say the thing that had been bothering her for a week.

Seven long days had passed since the incident with the polish remover and the damaged table. The Brimleys had spent close on $400 to repair it, most of which had been detracted from their daughter’s allowance. Tina had nothing on her own apart from the few weekly bucks she got from Haley and Carly, and had offered to work to pay for her part, but the offer had been rejected. Be-tween that, and having seen the difference between the tremendous paddling Christy had gotten and her small, little-girl handspanking... the raven-haired seventeen-year-old was quite troubled.

She should have been punished more. She should have been held responsible for so much more than the Brimleys or even Christy were. All of this hadn’t registered clearly in her mind at first, but had surfaced rather slowly as days went by.

Every evening at bedtime, as Christy undressed to change for the night, Tina would steal a look at her bare bottom just so she could see the bruises that were slowly fading away. It made her feel nervous and uneasy, until finally she came to the decision of bringing up the subject. But she could not have done so with the adults. Certainly not with Haley, who was a good man but still somewhat scary to her. And not even with Aunt Faith. No. This was something she had to tell her best friend.

Silently she walked in, and again caught Christy in the process of slipping her pj pants on. Her friend smiled and turned the other way. Tina could see there was no marking left at all.

She cleared her throat. “I... err... c-can I ask you something about spankings?” she said, not phrasing it well at all but not caring.

Chris immediately finished pulling up her periwinkle unicorn pj pants and sat down on the bed. “Hey... yeah... sure,” she said, slightly puzzled. She patted the bed next to her. Normally Tina tried to get away from such a topic... she couldn’t help but fear that something bad had happened to her.

The girl blushed and trembled a little as she sat down. She looked at her hands folded in her lap even as she spoke. “I... well, you’re probably going to think I’m stupid... and that’s okay because I know I am, but... I’m really sorry for the paddling you took while I...” Her throat was suddenly dry and she had to cough and couldn’t continue.

Christy looked at her friend, concern etched on her face. “First of all, Tin, you’re not stupid. You’re one of the top students in your class, for heaven’s sake! But most of all... don’t worry about the paddling. It hurt. It’s over. I learned from it. It’s not like it’s your fault, sweetie.”

Tina purposely ignored Christy’s compliments, even though they made her blush, as did a pet name like ‘sweetie’. It was hard getting used to that after being called ‘dense’ and ‘useless’ by her own father for so long.

“But... yes, I know that, but, I didn’t. I mean, I learned, but... your mother just spanked by hand and by bedtime it didn’t even hurt anymore, you know?”

Chris was finally starting to catch on to where her friend was going. “Tina... you just said it yourself. You learned from it... right? I mean...” Here the teen sighed. “I’ll be honest with you, my friend. It did seem a little unfair that you got off easy, but then, any spanking for you now is harder to take.” She shrugged. “Besides, you didn’t do nearly as much wrong as I did. I mean, I’d still have gotten more of a spanking if it had been me who had done exactly what you had, but still... it’s okay... really. Isn’t it?”

Tina groaned. “No, it... it is not. Chris, you said it yourself you’d still have gotten it worse even if roles were reversed. It’s not fair.” Part of her wanted to say she should always get it worse: Christy was smart and cool, with the dance school and everything, while stupid lil’ Tina was just a big baby with no talents to speak of... but she kept this to herself and instead said: “We were into it together and we should get the same... or something similar anyway. C’mon, tell me honestly that I’m wrong,” she added as if challenging her friend.

Christy’s mouth gaped open and shut several times. She really wanted to just tell Tina that it was alright, but she knew that just her hesitation was enough right there to tell the truth.

“I...” she softened her voice almost inaudibly, “I... you... maybe not the same, but...”

She let it trail off, knowing her friend would follow. If she had known what Tina had been think-ing before she had actually spoken, though, she would have lied through her teeth. Somehow they had to make that girl feel better about herself. But then again, in hindsight, maybe this would.

Oblivious to her friend’s reasoning, all Tina saw was that she was making some sense and not being told yet again that she was wrong. It wasn’t that she looked forward to being spanked again, quite not that, but she too in hindsight, on a somewhat subconscious level, realized that was what she might have needed to feel better with herself and with the Brimleys.

“I... okay, maybe not as much, but I need to...” she too lowered her voice down to an almost in-audible whisper, “I-need-to-be-given-a-real-spanking-will-you-please-do-it-for-me......?”

Chris sat there, stunned. “Tina... I...” She gulped. How she wished she could... but somehow it just didn’t feel right. “Tina, I can’t,” she whispered. “It... it isn’t my place. And... it... well... it wouldn’t really be punishment coming from me, you know? But... but I will talk to my parents about it....if you’re that serious about it, that is...” She looked at her friend, begging her with her eyes to understand and not be angry.

Tina wasn’t angry, but a little resentful, yes. She sighed and stayed in silence for a few minutes, trying to understand why her friend wasn’t willing to help. Then she did realize that truly it would not be all that punishing coming from her. She wanted to be given a real spanking, and how real could that be coming from a girl two years her junior? No. She definitely did need an adult. Just...

“J-just... p-please not your father... I love him, but... I don’t want him to see my b--...” she took a deep breath and shuddered, “and then just no...”

Christy nodded. “I promise, it won’t be Daddy. I understand, and so will he.” Slowly she de-tached from Tina. “But what else is it, Tin?” she asked, pretty sure, but needing to hear it from her dark-haired friend herself.

“I just don’t want to have bad memories with another man, Chris,” Tina said softly. “If I could ask your mother... or your cool Aunt... it would be so much better. Only... would I be a bad friend if I asked you to tell them? I... I don’t think I can...”

Christy smiled and smoothed Tina’s hair back from her sweaty forehead. “Sure, hon. They’re all out there now reading the Saturday paper... want me to just go out and get it over with?”

It took a while but there was a hesitant, slow nod from the seventeen-year-old. Chris patted her friend’s knee, then got up and slipped into the living room.

“H-hey, Mama... Daddy... Aunt Faith...” she whispered, showing obvious concern.

Haley rose his eyes from the paper and smiled warmly at his daughter. He took off his reading glasses and so did his wife Carly from the couch where she sat knitting. Aunt Faith barely regarded Chris, immersed as she was in a pile of practices on the living room table.

“Gonna stay up late? It’s ten already,” said Carly gently. “Is anything the matter?” she asked, of-fering her lap to Chris in case she wanted to snuggle, but knowing that wasn’t always the case.

True enough, Chris saw the gesture and appreciated it, but felt this just wasn’t the time to revert back to childish ways.

“Mama... I... I’ve been talking to Tina... Aunt Faith... could... could you please listen too?” she asked respectfully, causing the young aunt to look up out of her reverie.

And with the three adults’ rapt attention, she told of the entire conversation she’d just had with Tina, and how both of them felt about this.

To say the adults were surprised was an understatement. Especially Haley looked at Chris as though he’d seen a ghost. Carly looked pensive as always, but was slightly shaking her head as though wondering what was wrong with Tina. Aunt Faith, however, was simply looking back at her niece. She too was taken aback, and still...

“Does this come from Tina, Christine,” said Haley in a serious tone, “or has it been your idea to suggest to her?”

Chris’ eyes opened wide and she couldn’t help but notice her bottom tingling every time her full name was used. “Daddy! No! I’d never do that to her! I... I’m just as surprised as you, really!”

“Okay, okay, just asking,” said Haley with a sigh.

“She really must be feeling awful about this,” said Aunt Faith from the table. “Not that I don’t sympathize with her, but still...”

“Chris, she has seen how bad a spanking yours has been right?” her mother inquired. “I thought she would never want to submit herself to that.”

Christy nodded as her hands reached behind herself. “I... don’t tell her this, Mama, but I know she’s been checking the bruises every day. I... Neither of us thinks she needs it quite that bad but if it isn’t pretty close.... I... I don’t think she’s going to feel it was worth it. Something... something’s happened. She wants this... well, as much as someone can want a nasty spanking. She just... Daddy, I’m sorry, but she doesn’t want it from you. She realizes you’re a good man but it still feels weird to her imagining it coming from you.” Her eyes pleaded with her Dad to understand.

Haley did, and promptly discarded the small pang of guilt about not having been able to win the girl’s trust completely yet. But he knew well that was not the point to begin with, and he’d already made up his mind long ago not do anything that might awaken nasty memories, so he just nodded.

“I see, Chris. This better be a girl talk.”

“Well, I’ve already spanked her,” said Carly. “Maybe I should’ve been harder on her to begin with but... how was I supposed to know?” She too sighed and shook her head.

After a few more minutes of silence, Aunt Faith stood from the table and walked to Christy, placing a hand on her shoulder sweetly. “Think she trusts me enough for such a thing, Chrisbrat?”

Christy nodded. “I really do, Aunt Faith. In fact when we were talking she asked specifically for it to be Mama or ‘your super cool Aunt Faith...’”

“Oh so that’s what it is, we’re not cool enough...” Haley protested.

“Shut up,” Carly glared.

“Yeah well sorry.”

Christy smiled and rolled her eyes at her parents’ occasional goofiness. “Thanks, you guys. She wanted me to do it but I knew it wouldn’t be right...”

Haley perked up at that. “She asked you to spank her but you refused, really?”

Christy blushed and nodded, hanging her head.

“Well... that was more proper of you to have told us instead. Really well done, Christy.”

Chris swelled slightly with her dad’s praise. “Th-thanks, Daddy,” she whispered. “It... it just seemed right.” It dawned on her that she just might really be growing up after all.

Finally she added, “But... no offense... but... can we let Aunt Faith go? Poor Tina must be going out of her mind right about now..”

Aunt Faith smiled and ruffled her niece’s hair. “Of course. I’ll go talk to her. And... if you guys don’t see us come out quite soon, it means I’m giving her a spanking. That okay with you?” she asked of her sister and brother-in-law.

Both Haley and Carly nodded, so the woman squeezed Christy’s shoulder again and headed for the girls’ bedroom.

Tina had strained to hear what was going out in the other room, but there was just no way to make out the conversation. Suddenly she heard the door opening, and her breathing automatically kicked into high gear. At least it was only Christy’s Aunt Faith, with no sign of Haley, but still.

She did her best to blink away her tears, but a few were still easily noticeable to the woman, who nonetheless didn’t comment. Instead she sat on the girl’s bed – that had been added weeks earlier as Christy had promptly offered to share the room – and circled her shoulders with an arm.

“Chris told us everything and, between you and me, you are very brave, honey.” Tina nodded and gave a slight smile in return. “Do you realize, however, that once we begin there is no backing out for any reason?”

The girl’s eyes went wide, and she shuddered a bit, but she nodded her understanding. “Y-yes’m...” she forced herself to whimper.

“It’s just Faith or Aunt Faith, hon,” said the woman, and she took a minute to stroke the Tina’s hair and muster her own courage. “It won’t be quite as bad as Christy’s, but it will be harder than what you’ve got... Now, can I please have your hairbrush, Tina?”

The teen whimpered and stiffened a moment, unable to move at first. Still, between Faith’s gen-tle demeanor and understanding ministrations, she finally nodded and stood. She got in the dresser she shared with Chris, and brought out the only thing she had left of her mother’s: her thick wooden hairbrush. As much as she had wanted to get rid of it when moving in with the Brimleys because of all the bad memories she had of it being banged savagely against her rear by her father, it was the only thing left of her mom’s. So, with trembling hands she brought the antique over to Faith.

Even without knowing the back story, the reverence with which the girl was handling that tool told Aunt Faith how important it was. Plus, it wasn’t too different from the one her own mother used to use on her backside up until Christy’s age. As she accepted it from Tina’s hand and weighed it her hand, she couldn’t help but gasp at its massiveness.

“Okay... I... I’m going to spank you on the bare bottom, Tina, you realize that too, right?”

Tina squeezed her eyes shut, but she forced herself to nod. “Y-y-yes ma... I mean... F-Faith...” she whimpered.

Aunt Faith smiled and gently helped the sniffling teen out of her light blue pj pants. Contrarily to Christy, she did wear undies with night clothes, so the woman upended her across her lap before taking down that last shred of protection too. While grateful for the understanding being bestowed on her, it was still very difficult for Tina to lose those modest, plain white undergarments, and she whimpered even more audibly than before at feeling the cool air rush all over her lower half.

Aunt Faith patted the quavering bottom before her for a good while, until Tina had relaxed al-most entirely. Then her palm rose and fell with a resounding open-handed smack! that reverberated throughout the room.

“Oww...” It didn’t hurt that much, Tina admitted, but it was still stingy and most of all, scary. She clung to Faith’s leg for some much-needed support.

“It’s okay...” Aunt Faith crooned.

She smacked again and again and kept up the pace, painting the teen’s cheeks and sit-spots a pink blush. She realized she wasn’t putting her heart into it, though, and with a sigh proceeded to hold Tina’s side and spank harder. whack!! smack!! whack!! spank!! whack!! whack!!

Tina had done fairly well until that point, especially taking appreciation in Faith taking time to try and help ease her fears by talking kindly to her, but as the smacks escalated, so did Tina’s fear.

“Nooo... p-please... Faaaiiith...!”

She began squirming slightly, breathing in panicky sobs. It wasn’t that it hurt hat much, and she had certainly been through worse before... it was just... she couldn’t even put her finger on it. It was just her gut reaction, and it felt bad.

“I know, honey, I know... you be strong now.”

But even as she said that, Aunt Faith pressed down a little harder on the small of Tina’s back to prevent her from struggling too much. She continued to spank as the girl squirmed under her grasp. Her bum was now colored in a brighter shade of pink, and almost ready for its main punishment.

Tina was crying steadily by now, wishing beyond wishing that Chris could be there with her this time like she had before, but realizing it wasn’t meant to be. She had to be strong and face this by herself... as hard as it was... At least Faith was being more than understanding!

Another full minute of firm, slow spanks later Aunt Faith stopped and rubbed Tina’s bottom in circles. “Shh... you’re doing well, girl... you really are...”

Tina sobbed but nodded. Never had she been told she was good or doing well during a punish-ment... never in her life! This hurt but on a deeper level, it felt so good. Aunt Faith even took the time to reach over and gently caress her hair, getting what sounded like a purr of appreciation out of her, but soon her hand reached back and picked up the sturdy hairbrush from the bed.

She placed it on Tina’s bottom and at the same time kept the girl still, predicting her reaction... which was exactly as she’d guessed. Tina tensed and even tried to get up.

“No... no... not that... Please... F-faith nooo... not the hairbrush! Pleeeeeeease!”

While maybe not as used to this as her sister, Aunt Faith still put some strength in restraining Tina and managed to keep her on her lap against the girl’s will. Her heart hurt for that, but she knew now was not the time to be weak.

“Remember, Tina, there is no backing out now... Christy has taken her punishment without try-ing to get up, you know?” she said, playing her best card right away. The hairbrush still rested on the teen’s bottom, rubbing in slow circles.

Tina sobbed, her heart breaking. To be told she wasn’t as good as her younger friend bit into her soul. She was so scared! She took a hold of the comforter in a vice-like grip, her muscles clearly trembling under the strain.

After quite some time Faith’s kind ministrations did help, and she calmed down... some. That’s when the first swat of the hairbrush came down, and while not ferocious, it was a hard one.

SMACK!! “AIIIEEEEEE!!!” Tina screamed.

In the living room, Christy jumped, gulped, and cringed on the couch leaning into her mother.

Many more swats followed, as Aunt Faith circled the teen’s waist with an arm and spanked hard and slow with the other. Tina’s fair-skinned, slightly plump behind quite soon colored deeply and she cried out loud with each loud smack, praying for an end to come, and quickly. With her father he could sometimes keep it up for minutes upon minutes until she’d cried herself hoarse and would be severely blistered. She couldn’t help but worry that the same thing was going to happen again, and so she cried in agony, and not only because of the pain.

What she didn’t quite know was that while Faith was intentioned to spank her hard, she didn’t plan on getting anywhere near the level of damage her father had imparted upon her – or, for that matter, that Christy was used to receiving.

She just spanked slow and hard, hitting the girl’s bottom cheeks mostly but paying the occa-sional visit to her sit-spots. By the time the fortieth blow or so had landed, Tina’s backside shone a bright red and emanated heat. Aunt Faith knew it was almost time to stop.

“Why are you getting spanked, Christina Michelle?” she asked like she’d heard her sister do with her daughter, as she laid down a firm SWAT!!

“Ooooowww! Cuzzz I didn’ do what you said an’ ruined th-the TABLE an’...” SMACK!! “Oooowwnooo!.... c-cuz I let Chris take the main spankinnnnnn”

The girl’s pink-socked feet were doing a small dance of crossing and kicking as she lay there in agony. She wasn’t used to being asked what she’d done... she was used to having it yelled at her the entire time her father beat her.

“That’s partly right, Tina,” Aunt Faith said as she spanked on. “It is NOT your fault if Chris got the worse spanking. If anything, it’s ours. But it *is* your fault for not listening to us...”

The hairbrush did a dance of its own as it flattened the girl’s round cheeks time after time and left its stinging, crimson impression, eliciting fresh squeals and cries from its distraught recipient. But after a few more smacks, Aunt Faith paused.

“We all love you here, and we want to correct you when you have done wrong AND make sure you don’t feel guilty about it anymore. Do you understand?”

“Yessss!” the girl wailed pathetically. Her bottom smarted something awful. She’d taken so much worse, but coming from a loving person, this spanking almost seemed worse... like she really had let down someone she loved... and returned the favor.

“Good girl,” Faith crooned. “Now hold on...”

Again the hairbrush rose, and again it fell, hard this time. Four consecutive blows fell on Tina’s sit-spots, after which Faith dropped the tool and just let the girl nearly scream in-between her sobs.

“Ahhooooowww!.... nooo mooorreee!.... p-pleeeease....” she begged, not even realizing it was the first time she could beg without having her bottom literally ripped into shreds.

And in fact her bottom was far from that, though it did look scarlet red and hot to the touch. From the top of her wide experience as a spankee, Aunt Faith judged that Tina would feel this upon sitting down for a day, two at the very most.

“Shh, there, there... it’s okay... no more, you’re good and I’m proud,” Aunt Faith spoke softly.

Tina’s bottom glowed with pain but the glow in her heart was much, much warmer. Once she could finally speak again through her sobs she whimpered, “I... I’m so sorry F-faith...” And then, much, much quieter, she whispered, “Th-thanks....”

The girl realized that now that she had gotten past this hurdle of her first real spanking away from her father, such as with an instrument, she had a bit more of an edge with it, and felt that if it was from this family, especially Faith, perhaps she could accept it.

The woman felt the exact same thing, and as she rubbed some of the sting away from Tina’s warm bottom, she lifted the girl up from the bed and onto her lap. She didn’t quite know it, but she hugged her in the same fashion Haley had hugged Christy in the study... and Tina could finally see what all the fuss about being held was about, and could finally begin to realize that spankings really could be loving if delivered in a certain manner.

She held onto Faith’s neck, still crying, though a lot calmer. Her bottom stung and ached, but she felt so much better inside. She knew from experience that she still hadn’t gotten nearly what Christy had, but in this case, with her first real spanking, it hadn’t needed to be close. Not to mention the fact that it really was more Christy’s fault than her own. So slowly her breathing calmed down.

All this time Aunt Faith just kept her on her lap, humming to her or even just rubbing her back, hair and bottom. Finally she sensed that Tina was over most of her commotion, and broke the hug.

“Was this what you were looking for, girl?”

Tina blushed. Now it seemed so silly... but still, she nodded the affirmative. “Yeah... I... thanks.”

“You are very, very welcome. Come, now... I’m sure Chris is nervous as heck right now,” and she helped her down from her lap and onto the floor.

Tina headed for the door shyly, knowing that everyone had heard her cry, that everyone knew she’d wanted a spanking... she had no way of knowing of course that twice Chris had also asked for a spanking... the time with her botched up solo and after the whole issue of George. She looked back at Faith, who smiled her on, and with a sigh opened the door into the living room.

Tina was still re-adjusting her pj pants, and wincing from it, when Chris jumped up from the couch and walked to her. “How are you? Did it hurt? I...” She stopped as she noticed Aunt Faith’s slightly reproving look, then blushed. “Didn’t mean to be suffocating. But... how are you?”

Behind her, Haley and Carly stood too and gave Tina warm smiles. They had definitely heard the commotion, and it had sounded like the girl had undergone a pretty thorough ordeal.

Tina gave a little hiccup, but shrugged. “I... yes, it hurt, silly! A lot... but...” she gulped, here. “I... I think I can kinda see how spankings really can be not that bad.”

She gave a weak smile while gently rubbing her bottom, and this time Christy didn’t let enthusi-asm have the best of her, but still smiled warmly and gently hugged her friend.

“I’m glad you realize that,” said Haley, smiling too.

“I have told Tina,” said Aunt Faith, “that she can expect to be corrected in a loving manner when things don’t go quite right, is that right, hon?”

Tina nodded slightly. “Yeah... but... I...” she screwed her face up nervously. “I...” Immediately she began trembling again, not sure how well this was going to be taken.

Chris walked over to her and put an arm around her. “It’s okay...” the younger teen whispered. “Just say it... it’s better, I promise!”

Tina slowly nodded, and with a shuddery sob, continued. “I... I kinda wanted to ask if... if I should get in trouble again if I could... um... well... that is... if I could have just Faith spank me.” She said it as fast as she could and then turned away from the adults in the room, blushing crimson.

Both Haley and Christy smiled, and the girl even let out a small giggle that made Tina’s blush deepen. But Aunt Faith was rooted to the spot, not quite sure what to say or do. Unnoticed to every-one else, Carly gently smacked her younger sister’s bottom and Faith promptly stepped forward.

“Why... I... of course. Thank you for the trust, Tina. It really means a lot to me.”

She gently hugged the blushing teen and didn’t force her to look up or at the others, which was greatly appreciated, as she didn’t want to show the tears of thanks that were coming all over again.

“I... I know you’ll still punish me....” she said softly, then giggled slightly. “You sure proved that tonight. I also know that if I mess up real bad it might be worse but... thanks.” She finally slowly turned to the other three Brimleys. “And... thank you for making me part of your family.”

Haley smiled warmly and nodded. “It’s the very least we can do, honey. The very least.”

– 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 © 2005 Haley Brimley, Christy. Contact for information and/or feedback.