"Ok babe, love you too. See you in half an hour", cooed Megan.
As she snapped her mobile phone shut. And then hurrying briskly towards her aunt's pristine yellow sports car, her flip flops crunching on the gravel drive, she addressed her younger cousin Catlin and her brother Mike.
"Haven't you two finished this yet", she said, "I'm supposed to be meeting my boyfriend in half an hour to choose an movie to watch"
Supposedly washing the car for $20 which she promised them, instead they were larking about splashing each other and throwing the sponge around. And just as Megan drew level with the car, her cousin aimed the hose at her brother who ducked down. As a result, Megan took the full force of the water.
"Catlin you bitch" screeched Megan, "I'll get you back, take that" and with that she emptied a bucket of water over her cousin.
"My God, look what you've done", stormed Megan. Her long chestnut brown hair, for which she'd paid a fortune to have styled, was plastered to her face. Her white flimsy, chemise top was soaked and was clinging to her like a second skin. She had no bra on so her nipples were peeking through like walnuts. And her ultra short blue denim skirt too was soaked. And then seeing old man next-door peering over the fence,
"Getting a good view, you old pervert" she snapped.
"Who me, not at all? Just pruning me ol rose-bushes", he replied.
He'd seen Catlin growing up. And of course Megan who would often spend the holidays there. The older one, the mouthy one, he reckoned must be about 17 now. Only occasionally, since she'd been working, would she stay. But the mouth on her!! On more than one occasion he thought what she needed was a good spanking. That was the trouble these days, no discipline. His daydreams were interrupted by the aunt.
Suddenly, the front door had opened.
"What's going on out here??" screamed Aunt Theresa.
Of course each blamed the other. Then they started pulling each others hair to the amusement of Mike, who despite the fact Megan was two years older than him, had the hots for her. Obscenities were exchanged.
"When you've quite finished girls" said Aunt Theresa.
Suddenly a voice from over the fence came, "Well I've seen what these girls get up to and I think what they need is..."
"Thank you Mr White. I'm quite capable of dealing with my daughter and niece. And if you don't believe me, follow us inside", Aunt Theresa snarled.
Taking hold of each girl's ear, which led to more obscenities from Megan, she led them both inside the house, followed by Mike and Mr White. The latter quite breathless, despite the aid of his old walking stick.
"Let me go Aunt Teresa", snapped Megan, as almost forced over double, she was led by her ear to the sofa before being deposited unceremoniously onto it. While Catlin was led to another chair.
"What on earth were you doing? And look how you're dressed Megan. I'm surprised we don't have the whole school around here. That skirt is far too short". And as for being rude to poor Mr White"
Then leaning forward on the edge of the sofa ready to get up, Megan replied "Look, I really don't have time for this non-sense. I'm supposed to be meeting Josh, my boyfriend, in" and she glanced at her watch, "in 20 minutes and I've got to get changed thanks to that idiot daughter of yours". And glared across at 15 year old Catlin.
Her aunt ignored the last remark continued, "I am very disappointed in you Megan especially as you're the oldest. How old are you now?"
"17, but what the ??? has that got to do with it!!", came the insolent reply.
"Exactly, and when I told your mum, my sister, that you could stay with us a while I didn't expect this. And this is the thanks I get"
"OK, OK, but that bitch deserved it", Megan snottily replied, seemingly ignoring the fact her aunt was getting more irate. She was also unaware due to the angle she was perched on the sofa, and her short skirt, that Mr White was getting a "birds-eye" view of her ice-blue lacy panties. This was an opportunity he hadn't foreseen that morning.
"You've both acted very irresponsibly", Aunt Teresa said,. "Especially you Megan. And Mr White tells me that only last week when I was away that you brought alcohol in for you and Catlin. You are aware that you both are under age. Isn't that right Mr White?"
"Well only doing my neighborly duty", said Mr White, wringing his hands.
"I'll bet", replied Megan.
Anyway, you are a young woman now, not a little girl who can't behave herself or dress herself. I expect you to keep your promises. Since you are acting so irresponsibly, I am going to have to stop you using my sports car for the next week. Consider yourself grounded"
"Are you ???? mad, you can't tell me what I can or can't do, what I can't wear or to mind my manners", Megan wailed. "I'm meeting my boyfriend in less than half an hour, I have to change thanks to that dopy daughter of yours. And you can take that smirk off your faces". Looking both at Mr White and Mike.
"You should have thought of that earlier and kept your promise, young lady."
"You can't do this to me!", Megan cried, stamping her foot and sticking out her lower lip. And I'll change into my new red Lycra dress. I just have to go!" Megan stamped her foot again. It was one stamp too many.
"I though that it might come to this. You are acting like a spoiled brat and I will not put up with it" her Aunt told her.
Megan's Aunt suddenly and without warning grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her over to her couch. She sat down, pulling Megan across her lap.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing let me go". Said Megan, shocked at this sudden change of affairs. She'd not expected this. And Mr White was certainly pleased he'd followed them in.
She kicked and struggled, but her Aunt held her firmly, pinning her right arm behind her back.
"Since you are acting like a naughty brat, Megan, so you are going to get treated like one".
"Stop it, no you can't do this. I won't allow it". But both Catlin and Mr White grinned as if to say, "But she's doing it"
Realizing that struggling was futile and her arm felt like it was going to break, she just slumped back down. Her denim mini-skirt barely reaching the top of her thighs. And so tight around her curvy ass, that surely the fasteners down the front would "pop" open.
SMACK SMACK SMACK on her denim covered ass brought out a sharp "oh, no. ouch"
This was too much. She was actually being spanked across her aunt's knee. But not only was she being spanked at the age of 17, it was also in front of her younger cousins and Mr White.
Wriggling and struggling, she screamed, "Let me go, Let me go"
Ignoring her pleas, Aunt Teresa continued spanking first on one cheek then the other and then on her exposed thighs.
"You bitch, let me up. I'm too old for this", Megan howled.
"Now Megan, you have been a very naughty girl, for many years, haven't you?"
"What if I have. I'm 17, I can do what I like"
Which probably wasn't the smartest thing to say at this moment in time. Aunt Theresa swiftly pulled Megan's denim skirt up to reveal her brief ice-blue with black dot patterned silk panties with which were stretched tightly across her rounded and firm ass.
Suddenly aware of Mr White, who seemed to be swallowing fast, she called out, "Seen enough you old perv"
Then Megan felt her panties being pulled down she renewed her struggles. It was just too humiliating. She was far too old for a bare bottom spanking. And in front of her younger cousins, not to mention that horrible neighbor.
Megan felt the sting of her Aunt's palm as it landed against the bare right cheek of her butt. Her Aunt alternated cheeks, angrily spanking Megan, hard and fast. The slaps rang out in the closed room, along with Megan's cries. Each smack landing with a distinct "splat". Finally the stinging slaps stopped raining down. For a moment Megan thought that her Aunt would let her up. Then she felt her Aunt reach over to the coffee table and pick up a paddle. This was something she'd used previously on Catlin, so Mikes's face perked up. Maybe he was going to see Catlin get a spanking. She was a bit of a tease,walking around the house in nothing but a small towel sometimes.
"No, no, please Aunty, I'll be good!", Megan said, squirming and pressing her thighs together. "Please don't spank me with the paddle"
"You should have thought about being good earlier, young lady. You deserve a long, hard, spanking and that is what you are going to get. Don't you agree Mr White", her Aunt replied.
Mr White opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish but nothing came out. Both he and Mike were transfixed by the sight in front of them. Megan started crying again as she felt the paddle come down sharply across her naked butt. She cried, she kicked, she protested to no avail. When her Aunt finally stopped spanking her with the paddle, Megan lay across her lap, breathlessly sobbing like a little girl. Her aunt let go of her right arm and gave her a slap on her bottom. "Up you go, young lady."
Still crying, Megan stood up. Her blue panties lay at her feet, kicked off during the spanking. Suddenly aware that the two men could see her little trim bush, she quickly put her panties on. While struggling to cover her tits which were standing out proud and true and her brownish nipples which were clear through her top...
"Now ring your boyfriend and tell him you have been grounded and you will not see him till the weekend", her aunt commanded, "then you'll stand and face the wall until I say you can leave. Is that clear?"
"Yes", came the muffled reply"