by Louis Woodley
Swish! Swish! Swish!
"Ow, I'm sorry!"
"I've had enough of your attitude, missy. I don't know why this keeps being such a problem for you, but you're extremely hard-headed. Either your behavior is going to change or you can just stop wearing underwear altogether so we don't have to keep pulling them down so often. Whenever you get tired of having a red bottom, all you need to do is straighten up and behave. Am I getting your attention yet?"
"Yes Granny!"
Donna Gibson was Kate Sullivan's grandmother, although Kate had some unprintable things she'd like to call her. At the moment she was punctuating her remarks with a switch slashing into her granddaughter's bare butt and legs. Meanwhile, her husband Jim (aka 'Grandad') was watching to make sure she didn't let go of the ankles she was supposed to be grabbing. So doing would result in extra stripes on her backside.
It was only 6:33 am and Kate was already getting her first whipping of the morning. That didn't bode well for the rest of the day, since she'd been accumulating assorted stripes since her arrival at their farm. She had a butt with an ever changing array of red and pink hues being inflicted upon it.
They'd thought their daughter, Nancy, had been headstrong in her youth, resulting in frequent baring of her backside, but Kate had her beaten for teenage attitude. That was why she had wound up as their guest and why they were quite familiar with the topography of their seventeen-year-old granddaughter's bottom. She had an uncanny ability for blundering her way into lickings. At the moment she was practically naked thanks to a misadventure involving a basket of eggs, an escaping chicken, and an overly helpful dog resulting in her clothes being ruined. They'd be going into the laundry as soon as Granny finishing ruining her hindquarters.
Kate was in hell, trying to hold her bottom still while she wanted to dance around trying to rub the sting away from her tender flesh. Granny was some kind of ninja master with a switch, slicing and dicing her poor ass to ribbons. No matter how she wiggled her butt around, Granny didn't miss. It wasn't her first switching since her arrival and it wouldn't be her last, but they never got any easier to endure. It was absolutely mortifying, forced to hold this position with her butt bare where anyone could see it (although the nearest house would need binoculars to watch the show).
No wonder Mom had smiled as she was stuck on a plane and shipped off to spend time with her grandparents. She'd left town with her butt sore, making the flight unpleasant, because Mom had given her a hellacious spanking thanks to the final straw that had set her off. Unfortunately, Kate had learned too late that Mom was a rank amateur compared to the professionals who'd raised her.
Hey, it wasn't her fault that Mom had tricked her into coming to this farm in the middle of nowhere; even the nearest Wal-Mart was 20 miles away, let alone any other signs of civilization. She'd been told that it was in her best interests to cooperate by getting out of town and letting the notoriety die down, giving them both some needed time away from one another.
Kate was happy to get away from Mom's harping but had been far less happy to discover that her grandparents were so far in the boondocks they didn't have cable tv or a satellite, and forget about internet service. She had one freaking bar on her cellphone if she went out in the field. They still used a land line for a phone, and an antenna for a television like they were stuck in the 20th century. How did people survive in this place?
Once Kate realized what she was in for, she'd almost felt a slight bit of sympathy for her mother for having to grow up in these primitive conditions. No wonder she had left and never came back. But then she reminded herself that she wouldn't be stuck here in the armpit of the Midwest if it wasn't for Mom, and that sympathy vanished. She'd been so happy to get away from her mother's incessant nagging she never considered that she'd be stuck with the TWO naggers who'd trained Mom and were finding fault with everything she did.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
"Keep that butt still, missy, or we'll be here all morning!"
"Ow! I'm sorry Granny!"
Damnit, this sucked, getting her ass striped before they'd even thought about breakfast. How had it come to this?
Honestly, Mom had blown everything totally out of proportion. It hadn't been a big deal, just a simple misunderstanding about a couple of pairs of earrings falling into her purse without an accompanying receipt. The way the Store Manager and Mom had carried on you'd think that she'd taken the employees hostage at gunpoint and cleaned out the safe. Everyone knew that shoplifting was a victimless crime, right? That's what insurance is for.
In some parts of the country people were waltzing out of stores with their arms full of merchandise and no one was lifting a finger to either stop or arrest them. But Mom apparently never got that message because she acted like Kate had just made it onto the FBI's Ten Most Wanted List. To make matters worse, Mom had embarrassed her by informing all the employees that, in return for them not pressing charges, her daughter was going to receive a bare bottomed hairbrush spanking the moment they got home. She went to high school with a couple of the girls working there, so they'd no doubt be sharing the news that a fellow senior had not only gotten busted but was about to get her butt spanked like a little girl.
The knowledge that she was about to become an object of ridicule had left her vulnerable to her mother's suggestion to spend time with her parents. Nancy was tired of dealing with a series of recent Kate fuckups and could honestly use a break from motherhood. Meanwhile, her daughter would benefit from a change of scenery to lay low and lick her wounds and think about her behavior. What she didn't mention was that her parents would be blistering Kate's butt early and often during her stay, so it would be more like a boot camp intervention than a vacation trip.
Nancy had really hated her small town upbringing and couldn't wait to make her escape as soon as possible and never look back. That hadn't worked out quite the way she'd planned and had led to a falling out with her parents. She hadn't endeared herself to them by being so vocal for years about her desire to escape, and had returned home as little as possible once she was in college. The college town was only of moderate size but it might as well have been New York City by comparison.
They hadn't approved of the guy she'd decided was the love of her life that she'd met in school and so they hadn't been invited to their wedding, which took place in their college town and not at their church at home. As far as she was concerned, the congregation was composed of nosy old biddies just looking to judge her and she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of an invitation.
So, relations were already highly strained before they ever said, 'I do' and they only got worse when they moved to the East Coast, which might as well have been the other side of the world as far as her parents were concerned. They couldn't understand why she'd want to raise her child in a place like that, with high-rise apartments and subways instead of a place with fresh air and open spaces. They basically agreed to disagree since neither was willing to budge, and relations between her and her parents remained strained, and Mom and Dad had never seen their granddaughter in person.
Sadly, 'Mr. Right Now' hadn't proved himself to be 'Mr. Right' over the long haul. Her mother had barely resisted saying "I told you so" when she'd admitted the impending divorce. They'd offered for her and Kate to move back home with them but that would have been a fate worse than death for Nancy. She had a job she liked that paid a decent salary, one that couldn't be replicated out in the wilderness.
She also couldn't imagine being forced to see the locals that she'd snubbed. They'd have plenty to say about 'Miss Too Big for Her Britches' coming home as a failure with her tail dragging behind her. No thanks, she'd rather struggle along on her own (since her ex proved to be about as forgetful about the child support checks as he had about his wedding vows) rather than go back to the old way of life she'd turned her back on.
So, the pair of them had plodded on through life together, leading a relatively quiet and content existence until the Puberty Fairy struck hard and fast. Suddenly, her sweet little daughter had turned into a raging fire of hormones and histrionics. Having had her own hide tanned early and often had made Nancy vow to avoid doing the same to her Kate.
However, after a particularly noteworthy performance all those good intentions had gone flying out the window. It was like she was suddenly channeling the way her Mom would have responded to a hissy fit like this. Her hand shot out and clamped onto Kate's wrist. Her bark of "I have had enough of your attitude" had shocked her daughter into silence. Kate's confusion only deepened when she found herself being half-led/half-dragged over towards the den couch.
"Ow! Mom, let go," she demanded to no avail. "What are you doing?"
"Something that I should have done a long time ago if I'd listened to your grandmother. I hate to admit that she was right but now I understand why she took care of attitudes like yours that way."
"W-what do you mean?" Mom had always rolled her eyes and huffed like she was a martyr, not latching onto her and leading her away. This was totally off-script; she wasn't sure what was going on but she didn't like it. She tried to dig her feet into the carpet but her mother had momentum built up and she was forced to tag along.
Nancy abruptly sat herself down on the couch, pulling her daughter down towards her before letting go of her arm. What was Mom doing? The teen was off-balance and starting to stumble forward straight onto her mother's lap. Before she could recover, Nancy had kicked her leg up and pushed it against the back of her knees, completing the task.
"Mom! Why are you... ah!" It suddenly felt like she'd blundered into a giant spider's web. Her legs were pinned down, trapped between Mom's, while a maternal elbow was pressed down between her shoulder blades and Mom's left had grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind her back. It wasn't painful but it was proving impossible to escape from despite her best efforts. Mom just had too much weight and leverage to keep her still.
"Mom, this isn't funny. Let me go!"
"Oh, things are going to get a lot less humorous from here, young lady."
"No! What are you doing?!"
"You're a smart girl, I'm sure that you can figure it out."
"No! You can't!"
"Let's just see about that, shall we?"
"No, please stop. Mom, please!"
Kate felt her mother's fingers working their way inside her shorts and then worming them downwards. She was working from side-to-side, gaining an inch or so at a time. This was being accomplished despite the increasingly desperate escape attempts by the wearer of those shorts trying to keep them in place.
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