Back to Her Teens: A Lesbian Ageplay Spanking Romance
Back to Her Teens: Chapter 20

Life quickly fell back into its usual routine for Rhen after Halloween was over, and November flew by in a flash.

Over the next few weeks she went to school during the day while Dana ran her daycare, and on Thursday afternoons Courtney put her over her knee for a post-lab spanking while Abby cheered her on and made small talk. When she wasn’t running around with the other kids her aunt looked after, she spent her free time hiding out in her bedroom bouncing between playing games on her computer and working on homework, and on Sunday mornings she went to church where she mostly resisted the urge to annoy Sister Miller.

In short, life was good for Rhen, and although she spent a lot more time than she would have perhaps preferred with her panties pulled down, getting her butt smacked silly for one bit of bratty behavior or another, she was undeniably happy.

Before too long the first major break of the fall semester had finally arrived, and the Wednesday before Thanksgiving found the college sophomore turned teenage troublemaker and her auntie taking a road trip south to visit her grandma for the holiday. She only lived about half a day’s drive away by car, and now that Rhen finally had access to one in the form of Dana’s bright red SUV it had been decided (mostly by the grownups and without any meaningful input from the younger girl herself) that it would be nice to have the two of them come down to spend the break with her grandma and the rest of the extended Mathews family. They would be staying in her old bedroom for a few days and would have Thanksgiving dinner with everyone, and then drive back Sunday morning so that there would still be plenty of time for Rhen to be in bed and ready for school to start up again the following Monday morning (even though she technically didn’t need to be on campus until Tuesday).

Although she was definitely looking forward to getting to see her grandma again in person, Rhen still couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous about the notion of spending the entire Thanksgiving break with her since it would also be the first time that they’d be seeing each other face-to-face since she’d moved in with her “Auntie Dana”.

They’d spoken to each other on the phone since then, of course.

Rhen hadn’t been able to stop herself from telling her all about how she and Dana had started dating, and had even admitted that her partner’s no-nonsense approach to keeping her in line and doing well in school had been a huge help so far that semester. But even so, talking about things over the phone versus having them on display in person were two totally different animals.

Then again, she knew that Dana liked to keep in touch with her grandma as well, so she was probably way more aware of the details of their rather unique relationship than Rhen thought she was, and clearly she didn’t mind. Heck, as far as she could tell, she wholeheartedly approved.

But again, even so, it still felt more than a little awkward for her to imagine being back in the house that she’d grown up in as a teenager now that in many ways she’d been coerced into becoming one once again.

Was her grandma actually aware of how often she found herself getting spanked these days?

Would she approve?

Oh god! What if she decided to dust off that old leather belt she kept stashed away behind her closet door and put it to use again?

Would she really start spanking her again just because Dana did?

Up until then, with a couple of notable exceptions, Rhen had been able to justify the way others seemed to see her as just another bratty teenager in need of an attitude adjustment as being mostly due to her short stature and petite physique (to say nothing of the immature clothes that she wore day-to-day now), but her grandma actually knew how old she really was. Surely she wouldn’t still treat her like a child now that she was a sophomore in college, right?

Maybe…

It was hard to tell.

Knowing how old she really was sure hadn’t stopped Courtney or Abby from deciding that she fit the role of a smart-mouthed little sister better than she did a mature college student just on the cusp of turning twenty-one, after all.

There was also that initial phone call conversation that her grandma and Dana had shared at Papa Italiano’s on the night she’d made the offer to let her move in with her to consider. Rhen had only been able to partially overhear what had been said between the two older women back then, but it sure hadn’t sounded like her auntie had been shying away from sharing any of the nitty-gritty details of how she planned on keeping her new

“niece” in line. And although she’d been unable to pick up any of what had been said on the other end of the line, Rhen was still pretty sure that her grandma had been agreeing emphatically with what she’d been hearing.

Which would certainly explain why she always took the time to pointedly ask if she’d been behaving herself whenever she called to chat with her on the weekends now.

Given the sheer amount of rather humiliating (albeit circumstantial) evidence that she’d managed to put together on the matter so far, Rhen could only assume that the cat was most likely out of the bag with regard to how often and in what ways she found herself being disciplined like the bratty child she truly was at heart. It wasn’t a particularly heartening thought to consider, to be sure, but in the end what was the harm in having one more person know about the embarrassing aspects of her happy new life in the grand scheme of things anyway?

It wasn’t like she would have been able to change things now, even if she’d wanted to.

She just hoped that her grandma wouldn’t get to see firsthand just how routinely she wound up going over Dana’s knee during the brief handful of days they would be staying with her.

She could behave herself for that long, couldn’t she?

—

“Alright, cutie pie, you ready to hit the road again?” asked Dana as she finished signing the check for their meal and gathered up her purse.

They’d already been driving nonstop for several hours now, having left at the crack of dawn to avoid arriving in the wee hours of the morning the following day, and had decided to pull off at a mom-and-pop family restaurant for some lunch. Rhen had looked the place up on her phone before they’d settled on it, and they’d both been pleased to discover that the rave reviews the establishment had received online had definitely not been wrong.

“Yep,” chirped the younger girl, sliding out from her side of their booth and stretching her arms up high over her head. “Man, that pie was good!”

“It sure was,” her aunt agreed with a sly grin, running an amused eye over the plate that had, up until recently, held a rather sizable slab of pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top of it.

There wasn’t so much as a crumb left to be seen on its pristinely white surface now, and although she’d only gotten in a bite or two herself, Dana could safely say that it had indeed been excellent pie.

“Now then, why don’t you go pop by the restroom real quick and then we can get going, alright?”

“That’s fine,” dismissed Rhen with an uninterested shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t need to go.”

“Um, excuse me, but are you sure about that, dear? You did have three glasses of soda with your lunch just now, you know,” Dana pointed out patiently, nodding toward the trio of empty glasses on her girlfriend’s side of the table that now only held a scant handful of half-melted ice cubes at their bottoms. “We’ve still got a long way to go before we reach your granny’s house tonight, and there aren’t going to be too many places to stop along the way. So could you please at least try and use the restroom for me before we go? It’ll just take a minute, so you might as well, right?”

Feeling her face starting to grow warm with the way her auntie was treating her like a five-year-old in the middle of a crowd full of strangers, Rhen cut her off with an indignant huff.

“I… don’t… need… to… go…” she repeated, drawing out each word and annunciating them with as much put-upon sass as she could muster.

She knew that she was playing a dangerous game in doing so, the dark look that she saw crossing the older woman’s face as she spoke was evidence enough of that, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“God! I think I know my own body just a little bit better than you do,” she huffed, ignoring the fact that her partner had gotten pretty darn familiar with every nook and cranny of her petite frame over the last few months. “I’m a big girl, Aunt Dana, and I can take care of myself, alright?

If I say I don’t need to go, then I don’t need to go.”

Rhen winced internally as her bratty tirade tapered off with another huff, half-expecting Dana to seize her by the upper arm and push her over the edge of their table for an attitude adjustment right there and then, but thankfully she just sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger.

“Okay, fine. Have it your way then,” she finally said, straightening up and planting her hands on her hips as she fixed her in place with a stern glare. “But I’d better not hear any complaining from you when we’re back on the road and you suddenly need to pee. You got that?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, it’ll be fine,” snapped Rhen, scarcely believing her own good fortune as she began hustling toward the front doors of the restaurant.

She’d managed to avoid getting her butt swatted for being snarky, and she was eager to no longer be the center of attention. The sooner they were out of there and on to other things, the better, as far as she was concerned.

“Come on, let’s go already. We’re burning daylight!”

—

Despite her earlier assurances that she was fine, Rhen made it a grand total of fourteen minutes once they started driving again before the pressure in her bladder finally got to be too much for her to ignore.

“Um… Aunt Dana?” she piped up with a sheepish half-smile, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and trying to sound like the idea had just occurred to her and hadn’t been all she’d been thinking about for the last several miles. “Do you think that maybe we could replace somewhere to stop off real quick? I kinda need to go to the bathroom…”

“Oh you do, do you?” replied her partner, looking over at her with a sidelong frown. “I thought you said you didn’t need to go?”

“Well, that’s because I didn’t,” insisted the younger girl, squeezing her thighs together and blushing. “At least, not right then, at any rate. But I have to now though, so uh, you know… could we…?”

She made a vague gesture with her right hand, letting it finish the question for her.

“I’m afraid it’s a little too late to be telling me all this now, hon,”

scolded Dana in response, rolling her eyes as she flicked on her turn signal and merged over toward the exit lane. “The next chance we’re going to have to pull over won’t be for another half hour, at least.”

“What?” gasped Rhen in panicked disbelief, bouncing impatiently in her leather seat and then immediately wishing that she hadn’t when doing so made the pressure in her bladder several times worse. “Can’t you just like… replace a gas station or something?”

“Well, I could have done that if you’d have said something about ten miles ago,” countered her aunt with strained patience, snapping her head over to regard her in exasperation for half a moment before returning her full attention back to the road ahead of them.

Lifting a hand from her steering wheel, she gestured at the thick walls of brush and trees stretching on for miles and miles to either side of them.

“But that was before we got onto the highway and started heading for the boonies. I’m sorry to say it, but we’re pretty much stuck like this until we reach the next town.”

“But…!” protested Rhen, hardly believing what she was hearing as she struggled to come to terms with the sobering reality of her situation.

“Sorry, cutie pie,” cooed the older woman in a very “I told you so”

sort of way as she reached over and gave her a conciliatory pat on the knee.

“You’re just going to have to hold it in until we get to the next exit, alright?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever! Just hurry the frick up, would you?”

That had not been a good idea, Rhen knew, but she was way too distressed to really care right then.

“Excuse me, little girl?” purred Dana, letting the hand still resting on the younger girl’s knee slide up her thigh and give it a hard squeeze.

“What was that?”

“Ah!”

Rhen let out a squeak of pain and her squirming increased tenfold as she felt the older woman’s manicured nails dig in warningly against the soft flesh of her inner thigh through the thin material of her leggings.

“Please ma’am!” she hastily corrected herself. “Please just drive as fast as you can. I really need to go!”

“Of course, honeybuns.”

Easing her grip, Dana gave her another little pat and then returned her hand back to its usual spot on the steering wheel, smiling wryly at how quickly her sassy sophomore could change her tune when it suited her.

“I’ll get us to a rest stop just as soon as I can. So you hang in there for me, alright?”

Rhen just chewed on her lower lip and gave a strained nod, not trusting herself to say anything else at that particular moment.

She could already tell that it was going to be a long, long ride, and she forced herself to breathe out slowly, hoping to somehow ease the incessant pressure building up between her pushed-together legs by focusing on regulating her breathing.

It didn’t work.

Sweat began to bead on her furrowed brow with the effort of holding her bladder in check. Wincing and gritting her teeth against each passing bump in the road, she tried (and failed spectacularly) to distract herself by counting the trees whipping by outside her window as she kept a desperate eye out for the billboards counting down the distance to the next rest stop.

Thirty miles…

Twenty miles…

Fifteen…

Ten…

“Come on, come on…”

Five…

Three…

“Oh, god, Aunt Dana, please hurry. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle!”

“I’m driving as fast as I can, dear, but there’s nothing I can do about this traffic. It’s the day before Thanksgiving, after all,” soothed the older woman, who couldn’t help but smirk to herself just a little bit as she cast a sidelong glance toward her squirming niece.

She was simply too cute when she got all whiney like this.

“Just hold on for a little bit longer, alright? We’re almost there, I promise.”

—

“Oh thank god!” gasped Rhen as they finally pulled into a busy rest stop that was mercifully just off the highway.

No sooner had her aunt found a place for them to park, than the panicking girl was tumbling out of the tall SUV, frantically waddling toward the crowded entrance just as fast as she could.

“Come on… almost there…”

Unfortunately though, she only made it a few halting steps into the parking lot before the pressure finally became too much for her to handle and she at last lost total control of her bladder.

“Ah! Oh god… Crap, crap, crap! No, please…!”

But no amount of pleading could stop the flow of urine once it had been set into motion, and she was left with no other choice than to stand there and endure it as warmth began to spread out from between her legs, down her clamped-together thighs, and onto the concrete between her anxiously dancing feet.

“What’s the matter, hon?” Dana began to ask as she emerged from around the back of their car, before cutting herself off as she got a good look at what was going on. “Oh dear, that’s not good.”

“Gee, you think?” demanded Rhen, red-faced and mortified beyond belief as she continued to wet herself.

“Shhh… there, there, it’s alright,” cooed Dana, stepping in behind her and rubbing her shoulders soothingly. “What’s done is done. You just let it all out now, that’s it… It’ll all be over soon…”

“What the hell! Why’s it still coming out?” Rhen moaned in abject misery as, despite her best efforts to stem the tide, her bladder continued to empty itself.

Surely it didn’t always take this long for her to normally go, did it?

Probably… I guess I just never realized how long that really was until I had a whole bunch of random strangers standing around and watching me do it, she thought to herself with a sour grimace, desperately trying to come up with something else to focus on instead of the humiliating display she was making of herself. Ugh. Why couldn’t I have been born with a shy bladder or something? This is such bullcrap!

In spite of her moaning and groaning however, urine continued to keep pouring out of her. Trickling on and on for the next half-minute, its warmth soaking through her panties, her leggings, and her skirt, dribbling down to puddle between her high-tops.

Dang it, dang it, dang it! Why did that stupid place have to have free refills on their drinks?

“Mommy, Mommy, look over there!” came the giggling squeal of a young girl a moment later.

Just when she thought that things couldn’t possibly get any more embarrassing for her, Rhen chanced a peek through the gaps between the fingers she was using to cover her face and saw some little brat pointing at her and laughing.

“That girl wet her pants, hah!”

“Hush, Judy,” scolded her mother, popping the small girl on the seat of her jeans and bustling her away into the big rest stop store after her father. “Don’t you know that it’s rude to point? Now come on before you have an accident as well.”

“Oh my god…” Rhen moaned.

Yep. Things could definitely get worse.

With each thundering heartbeat pounding in her ears, she could feel her humiliation increasing tenfold until she was at last left standing there in the middle of the parking lot with all of her clothes below her waist soaked completely through and her face smoldering so hot that she was sure it would melt off at any moment.

“Now do you understand why I wanted you to use the restroom back when you had the chance?” asked her auntie once her little “accident”

had finished running its course.

“God, yes,” huffed Rhen.

Unsure about what to do with her hands just then, she opted to tuck them in under her armpits as she looked up from the puddle at her feet and scowled at nothing in particular.

“I’m pretty sure it would be impossible not to have learned my lesson by now.”

One thing was for sure, she definitely wouldn’t be skipping out on using the restroom during road trips ever again.

“Hmmm… we’ll see about that,” came Dana’s cool reply, not quite sounding convinced.

With her still looming right behind her, gripping her shoulders, Rhen was unable to see the look on the other woman’s face, but the way she’d murmured that last bit against the side of her ear in a low purr had her thinking twice about giving her any more attitude right then.

Uh-oh… This can’t be good.

“Y-Yes ma’am.”

Rhen swallowed hard, not quite sure what was going to happen next, but wanting very much for the parking lot to just crack open and swallow her whole. She had a feeling that that would be far more preferable to whatever her aunt had in mind for her.

Ugh. Why didn’t I just go when I had the chance? What am I, five?

“Alright then, come along, cutie pie,” cooed Dana brightly, snapping her out of her moping as she stepped out from around her and took up her hand in hers, giving it a quick squeeze. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

“Wait, wait, wait! Hold on a minute,” protested Rhen, dragging her feet as much as she dared to as she was pulled inexorably forward toward the automatic doors at the front entrance of the rest stop store. “I can’t go in there looking like… like this!”

She sheepishly waved her free hand to take in the state of her clothes from the waist down and winced.

“Sure you can,” countered her aunt smoothly, not slowing her pace in the slightest as she smiled smugly ahead of her.

“But… but…” spluttered the younger girl, cheeks burning and starting to panic as she struggled for a way to put her thoughts into words without embarrassing herself even further. “But people will see! Can’t I just change in the back of the car or something?”

“People have already seen you, young lady. So it’s a little too late to start worrying about that,” chastised Dana in a tone that made it all too clear that she wasn’t in the mood to argue as she wrinkled her nose. “And no, you may not go back to the car. I don’t want your wet clothes dripping all over the seats in there. We’re going to get you cleaned up and dried off in the restroom in here, missy, and that’s that.”

Frowning, Dana looked back at her petulantly scowling girlfriend, pursing her lips into a hard, thin line to quell any further whining as she bored her stern glare into the younger pouting face.

“They’ve got everything we need to get you changed in here, so quit your whining and come on before I decide to see if they have any souvenir paddles for sale as well. Lord knows you’re in enough trouble as it is, and a healthy dose of wood to your bratty buns would definitely not be uncalled for.”

“Trouble?” squeaked Rhen, bristling with indignation. “Why am I in trouble? I’m the victim here!”

That managed to stop Dana right in her tracks, but the way she rounded on her and brought the full might of her maternal ferocity to bear made it painfully clear that it wasn’t because she thought she’d just made a good point.

“Young lady, the only thing that you are a victim of here is your own bad behavior,” she scolded, tightening her grip on Rhen’s wrist and wagging and admonishing forefinger only a few inches away from her face. “Did you, or did you not, pitch a fit and tell me that you didn’t need to go back when we were leaving the restaurant?”

“Well, I…” stammered Rhen, caught off guard by the sudden lecture and unsure of how to answer the question without getting herself into more trouble. “I mean… I didn’t have to go back then, you see…”

“That’s a big fat load of bull patootie and you know it, Rhen. You didn’t even try to go when I asked you to,” snapped Dana, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “In fact, I believe your exact words to me were ‘I’m a big girl, Aunt Dana, and I can take care of myself’. Well we both see how well that turned out, don’t we, little girl?”

Rhen could feel the tips of her ears burning with shame, both from having her own sassy words thrown back at her and from being forced to direct her gaze down toward where her partner was pointing, getting her first really good look at the dark, wet stain glistening between her thighs, all the way down to her knees.

“But… but… That wasn’t my fau-” she began to whine again, before being cut off by a sharp gesture from Dana.

“You hush up right now, missy!” she snapped, bringing the discussion to a sudden close with a jerk of her wrist as she resumed leading their march into the rest stop proper, continuing to lecture loud enough for everyone they passed by to get an earful as they went. “You deliberately chose to disobey me when I told you to use the restroom, being very rude about it in the process I might add, and in the end you wound up wetting your pants like a little girl because of it. Now those pants are coming down for a good, hard spanking, Rhen Elizabeth, and I don’t want to hear another word about it. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” squeaked Rhen, knowing that she was thoroughly past the point of no return now that her middle name was being used against her.

She’d screwed up royally, and now the only viable course of action for her was to allow herself to be paraded past all of the other smirking shoppers like the naughty little girl she was.

Well… At least I won’t see any of these people ever again, she tried to tell herself, wincing as they passed by the mother and daughter who’d seen her in the parking lot earlier. I guess it could always be worse…

It wasn’t exactly the most comforting thought in the world, true, but at that moment Rhen was willing to take just about whatever she could get as she waddled reluctantly beside her steaming auntie.

Pushing their way into the crowded women’s restroom, Dana marched her grimacing girlfriend right up to the sink closest to the back wall of the little room and then jabbed a finger toward the tile floor.

“Strip,” she ordered in a clipped, no-nonsense manner, heedless of the various onlookers watching them as they washed their hands or else waited for a stall to open up. “Everything below the waist, right now, young lady.”

“Yes ma’am…”

Blushing scarlet, Rhen turned to face the wall so that she wouldn’t have to look at anybody as she reached around to her side and slipped free the button clasp on her skirt. Weighed down as it was, it immediately fell away from her hips, landing in a crumpled ring around her ankles with a wet plop. Then, after staring at it miserably for a handful of heartbeats, she stepped out of it.

Humph. Would it kill someone to turn up the heat in here just a little bit? It’s freaking freezing!

While Rhen busied herself with pouting, Dana bent forward and scooped up her discarded skirt. Shaking it out, she paused for a moment to examine the wet spot on it, clucking her tongue and frowning in disapproval before dropping the garment into the sink in front of her. She then reached out and turned on the water, letting it cascade down and soak into the material for a few long moments before gathering it up once again and wringing it out.

“Hurry up now, cutie pie, we haven’t got all day, you know,” she scolded gently, looking warningly over her shoulder to get Rhen moving again as she continued to rinse and wring out the skirt in her hands.

“Right!” squeaked the younger girl, startled out of her grumpy survey of the uniformly white tiles in front of her as her partner reached out and landed a quick, wet swat to the uppermost part of her right cheek.

THWAP!

Doing her best to ignore the snickers and bemused looks she was being bombarded with from all of the other women in the restroom behind her, Rhen slipped her feet out of her high-tops and kicked them off under the sink where they’d be safely out of the way while she rubbed at her stinging nether cheek. She then gathered up the stretchy waistband of her dark leggings and began to peel them away from her damp skin, turning them inside out as she struggled to work them down to her knees. Then, using the wall in front of her for support, she braced herself with a hand on its cold, smooth surface and used her other to hold onto her bunched up and soaked leggings as she wrenched free first one calf, and then the other, before passing them over to her aunt so that they too could soak.

Thank god my top is still dry, she thought to herself with a little shiver, goose bumps sprouting up all across her now bare thighs. I’ll definitely pass on winding up completely naked in front of a bunch of random strangers, regardless of whether or not I’ll see any of them ever again, thank you very much.

“Ahem.”

Dana cleared her throat, drawing her mind once again back to the task at hand.

“Do you need a hand there, hon?”

“No, I’m fine!” squeaked the younger girl, her face flushing far pinker than the hoodie she was wearing just then.

Letting out a long, low, mortified moan at what she knew had to come next, Rhen hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sky blue panties and began tugging them down. Just like with her leggings though, they too clung to her clammy skin with a humiliating tenacity that made their descent a slow and awkward one.

“Grrr… come on, dang it…”

But before she could muster up the resolve to really get a good grip on them and shove them down, she felt one of Dana’s strong hands pushing her forward between the shoulder blades while her other seized a great handful of the back of her waistband.

“I thought I told you to hurry?” she chided lightly, yanking the wet panties down in back and delivering two sharp swats.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Sorry, sorry!” babbled Rhen, dancing in place as she leaned against the wall in front of her for support.

Oh crap, swats on cold skin hurt way more than normal. That’s definitely not good…

“That’s okay dear,” replied the older woman with a light chuckle, seemingly oblivious to the concerns running through her niece’s mind as she squatted down behind her and wriggled her stubbornly stuck panties the rest of the way down to her ankles for her. “You aren’t the first little girl I’ve had to clean up after an accident, you know, although you’re definitely the oldest.”

Dana let out an amused huff at that and lightly tickled the backs of Rhen’s thighs as she added.

“Step out, please.”

Biting her lower lip to prevent herself from giggling out loud as she involuntarily wriggled around, Rhen did as she was told while she remained resolutely facing forward, hiding her brightly blushing face from the rest of the people around her. Now that she was stuck standing there in just her long-sleeve top and a zip-up hoodie, she couldn’t decide which was worse. Being bare bottomed in public and about to get a spanking, or being paraded around a store full of people after having just wet her pants.

Both, she decided a moment later, pouting with all her might at the wall in front of her as she listened to her aunt running her panties underneath the water from the sink before wringing them out. Both are just the worst in their own special ways.

A few moments later the flow of water was cut off again, and she shifted nervously in place as she heard Dana tugging a few paper towels out of the dispenser beside the mirror to dry her hands with.

“Okay, cutie pie, you stay put right there and I’ll be back in just a bit, alright?”

Stepping up behind her girlfriend, Dana gathered up her hands for her and moved them up to her head as she normally did for timeouts and corner time. Once she had the girl’s fingers threaded together on top of her inky black hair just the way she liked them, she then gently nudged the back of her head forward so that her nose bumped up against the cool tiles in front of it.

“Yes, Aunt Dana,” murmured Rhen respectfully, the wall in front of her muffling her voice ever so slightly.

“It’s not like I could freaking go anywhere now anyway,” she added grumpily under her breath as her stomach churned with embarrassment and nerves.

“Good girl.”

With a final parting pat to either clammy cheek, choosing to ignore the sass bubbling out of the petite sophomore for the moment, Dana spun on her heel and marched her way out of the restroom, whistling a nonchalant tune to herself as she went.

Left with little other recourse than to stand there obediently, knowing full well that she couldn’t make a dash back to the car in just a hoodie and a smile, Rhen puffed out her cheeks and blew out an annoyed huff through her nose as she glared at the wall in front of her.

This sucks.

She did her best to ignore the idle chatter of the other women coming and going around her, but with nothing to distract herself with, she found herself unable to stop from absorbing every word they said.

“Uh-oh, it looks like somebody’s in trouble,” came the unseen voice of a middle-aged woman as she click-clacked her way into the restroom on a pair of high heels.

“It sure does,” crooned someone else trailing after her. “What’s the matter, sweetheart, did your mommy get tired of you asking ‘are we there yet?’ while y’all were driving?”

Rhen could sense them approaching from somewhere behind her, but resisted the urge to turn around and let them see just how embarrassed she was right then.

That didn’t seem to stop them from making it worse, however.

“Oh dear, would you look at what’s soaking in the sink here…”

“Ahhh, now I see. She’s that silly filly who had the accident in the parking lot that Martha was telling us about.”

Shifting around uncomfortably with a sour grimace, Rhen gritted her teeth. She could practically feel the sneer on the unknown woman’s face as she watched her from only a couple of feet away.

Yep. This really, really sucks.

“So what happened, dear, did you forget to go potty before y’all left?”

“Kinda…” mumbled Rhen noncommittally, hoping that the brief answer would be enough to satisfy the two strangers as the tips of her ears grew extra-hot.

“Probably figured she could hold it in,” snickered the first woman again as she and her friend mercifully stepped away from Rhen and her pale, wobbly cheeks, moving off to replace stalls. “My Jeffery used to have that same problem when he was a little boy, though a smacked bottom or two cleared that right up in a jiffy.”

“Let’s hope that this little cutie is so lucky. I bet she’d look just adorable with a red heinie,” snickered her friend, before shutting the door to her own stall with a hard clack.

Dang it, dang it, dang it… This super-duper ultra-sucks! I definitely should have just gone back when I had the freaking chance.

Rhen let out a long, exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes.

Oh well, lesson learned… I guess. No use crying over spilled milk and all that other crap now, right?

—

Rhen continued to stand there maintaining her bare bottomed vigil for what felt like a very long time, but was in reality no more than ten or fifteen minutes. Either way though, she couldn’t help but sag with relief when she at last heard her aunt’s familiar gait marching up behind her, accompanied by the faint swish-swish of a plastic bag or two.

Oh thank god.

Rhen continued to remain where she was though however, not daring to budge an inch until she’d been given explicit permission to do so as she patiently waited while Dana dug around inside one of the bags she’d brought with her.

“Oh!”

Jerking up onto the balls of her feet, she let out a squeak of surprise as she suddenly felt a warm beach towel being swaddled around her chilly legs. She then eased back down with an involuntary sigh of relief, and did her best to keep her squirming to a minimum as her auntie quickly and efficiently dried off her cheeks and the sides of her hips with the thin towel.

“Turn around and spread your legs for me, please, hon,” she ordered gently, even as she coaxed her to obey by steering her hips around herself.

Stomach churning with the command, Rhen nevertheless allowed herself to be repositioned, shuffling around to face the older woman who then squatted down onto her heels in front of her, towel in hand as she smiled fondly up at her. With her hands still clinging to each other for dear life on top of her head, and her face blushing about as red as a tomato,

Rhen shifted her stance outward so that her feet were spaced approximately a shoulder’s width apart.

“There we go, now let’s just see if we can’t get you nice and dry down here, shall we?” cooed Dana, leaning forward and patting down the front of her hairless groin with the towel a few times before doing much the same along either of her inner thighs and calves.

Mortified beyond belief, Rhen just tipped her head back and chewed on her lower lip to keep herself from letting out any embarrassing noises as her partner took her dear, sweet time toweling her off.

Then, just when she was sure that she was almost finished with this humiliating and humbling ordeal, she felt her eyes all but pop out of her head when suddenly Dana reached back behind her with her free hand, seized a great handful of soft cheek and tugged it aside so that she could get at all of the places in between her rounded chubs as well.

“Eep!”

Rhen squeaked again, and would have tumbled back into the wall behind her had it not been for her partner’s steady hold on her caboose keeping her in place.

“Easy there, cutie pie, I need to make sure I dry you off everywhere, okay?” she cooed in response to her girlfriends groaning protest as she wriggled and squirmed ineffectually in her firm grip.

Grinning teasingly up at her from ear to ear, she let out a throaty little chuckle and winked.

“I’d hate for my favorite niece to be wandering around with a pair of soggy buns, after all.”

“F-Fine, whatever,” Rhen forced herself to bite out, falling back on her usual sass to cover up just how embarrassed she felt right then. “Um…

But could you hurry it up just a bit, please?”

“Awww, do you have somewhere to be, little girl? Don’t tell me that you need to go potty again…” teased Dana, beaming mischievously up at her as she gave her one final, extra-firm rub between her splayed cheeks before letting her go and pushing back up to a standing position, towel in hand. “Okay then, have it your way, kiddo. You just go ahead and grab that sink there and we’ll get your spanking out of the way right now. Sound good?”

Deciding that it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to let the other woman know exactly what she thought about that particular plan right then, Rhen instead just nodded her hotly flushed face and shuffled over to stand where she indicated while doing her best to present the least amount of her bare front as possible to their gathered audience.

Oof.

Staring down at her thoroughly soaked and now drip-drying clothes in the sink in front of her, the smoldering in Rhen’s face kicked up by several degrees. She found herself glaring at them for several long moments before finally forcing herself to look away as she brought her hands down from her head and used them to grip the far edge of the rounded porcelain before her in a death grip. This change in scenery wasn’t all that much better though, unfortunately, since looking up meant that she had no other choice than to lock eyes with her own reflection in the mirror and watch as Dana moved around to her left side, positioning herself for her upcoming punishment.

Well, this is certainly new… mused Rhen with a wry grimace as she watched her auntie wrap a steadying arm around her waist before bringing her right palm up to her shoulder, poised to strike at any moment.

“Ready?” she asked sweetly, matching stares with the petulantly scowling girl in the mirror and smirking as she leaned her shoulder against her back to force her to push her bare bottom out even further.

“I guess so…” mumbled Rhen as she shuffled her feet beneath her to accommodate her adjusted position.

“Alrighty then, let’s make this nice and quick, shall we?” crooned Dana, her smirk growing even wider as she brought her right hand down to give her goose bumpy cheeks a couple of friendly rubs. “Like you said, we’re burning daylight… although that’s not the only thing that’s going to be burning in just a second.”

“Oh ha-“

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ack! Hah…” answered Rhen, her deadpan retort quickly morphing into a yelp of pain as her spanking got underway without so much as a warning squeeze.

—

Keeping her pace smooth and relentless, and adding a little wrist-snap action to each impact, Dana focused on delivering sharp, crisp swats to her bratty girlfriend’s chilly cheeks for the next three minutes straight.

She watched with grim satisfaction as Rhen’s grip instantly tightened on the sink in front of her, her knuckles going white and her eyes screwing themselves shut as her ponytail bobbed from side to side.

“Ah, ah, oh!” she gasped and hissed through clenched teeth, clearly doing her best to keep as quiet as she could as her bare feet took turns stomping out her protests on the hard tile floor beneath her.

Not that it made much of a difference.

The staccato reports of a hard palm striking soft flesh reverberated off of the tile walls and floor of the little restroom, magnified enough to let everyone outside of its thin walls know exactly what was happening within.

Dana knew too how much more a well-deserved spanking on a cold and clammy caboose could sting, and she wasn’t holding anything back as she continued to thoroughly drive that lesson home to her favorite brat.

“What are you going to do the next time I tell you to use the restroom, Rhen?” she demanded, deciding that it was about time to start peppering in some lecturing with her swats.

“Use it, use it, use it!” the younger girl squealed, tossing her head back before dipping her chin forward again and letting out a great, long moan to make room for more yelping.

“Good,” sniffed Dana, keeping her swats rhythmic and unrelenting as she continued to scold her squirming niece. “You need to learn that when I tell you to do something, it’s not because I’m trying to boss you around, mostly, but because I know something that you might not. Like for instance that there won’t be any stops for over half an hour while we’re driving. You see?”

“Yes, Aunt Dana, I do- Ah! I do!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“That’s right, little girl!” she growled, delivering four extra-hard swats to punctuate each word before continuing. “If you’d have just listened to me and done as you were told in the first place, you wouldn’t have wet your pants in front of all those people and you wouldn’t now be getting this spanking, would you?”

“No ma’am!”

That definitely brought a satisfied twinkle to the older woman’s eyes and she knew that she’d just about finished with her niece’s punishment. Still though, she mused as she shifted her aim a bit lower to Rhen’s largely-untouched sit-spots, it would be better if she at least heard an actual apology or two before she brought this spanking to a close.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Suddenly upping the tempo and force of her swats without any build-up or warning, Dana began going to town on her naughty niece’s naked thighs, painting overlapping red handprints all across their desperately squirming, creamy backs for a solid minute of uninterrupted agony.

“Oh! Oh! Aunt Dana, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Owie, owie, owie!”

“I should hope so, young lady,” she huffed, expressing her dissatisfaction with several more hard swats. “You’re very lucky that they don’t sell any bars of soap here, or else you’d better believe that you’d be chewing on one right now for all that fibbing you did about not needing to go potty earlier.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” squealed Rhen through gritted teeth, stomping her feet over and over again and making her burning bottom bounce and wobble. “I didn’t think it was going to be that big of a deal. I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“See that you don’t,” sniffed Dana with every ounce of matriarchal disapproval that she could muster. “We’ve still got a long way to go before we’re done driving today, and I want you to know that I have absolutely no problem pulling over and toasting your bratty buns some more if you give me a reason to. Is that understood, little girl?”

“I won’t, I promise!”

“Good.”

With that, the older woman slowed her pace once again, and then shifted her aim back up to the fullest, most jiggly parts of her girlfriend’s caboose. She delivered another two dozen extra-hard and sizzling swats to really make sure that the message had sunk in, and then just as quickly as it had begun, Rhen’s spanking was suddenly over.

—

“Am I going to have any more attitude from you today, young lady?” demanded Dana, grabbing a handful of swollen, dark pink cheek in her right hand and squeezing hard.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry ma’am,” squeaked Rhen in response, feet dancing beneath her as her hands let go of the sink and waved animatedly to either side of her as if she could somehow fly away from her richly deserved punishment.

“Well, I’m very happy to hear that,” cooed her partner, immensely satisfied.

Releasing her cheek and smirking at the adorable way it wobbled back into place, she guided the panting girl back to a standing position and turned her away from the sink in order to wrap her in a tight embrace.

“There, there, cutie pie. We’re all done now, it’s okay, shhh…”

Relieved beyond belief to hear that the slate had once again been wiped clean for her, Rhen let out a long sigh and melted against her auntie’s sturdy form. Feeling lighter and more at peace than she had all day, she buried her face against the warmth of her sizable bosom, holding onto her for support and reveling in the back scratches she was giving her as she fought to get her blushing and wincing back under control.

She knew that it had been a pretty light spanking all things considered, and now that the initial fiery fury had faded to just a dull tenderness, she found herself once again growing all too aware of her current state of undress in the middle of this very public restroom.

“Um… you wouldn’t happened to have bought me some dry clothes while you were out there by any chance, um… would you?” she asked hopefully, murmuring the question against the soft material of Dana’s cardigan as her stomach flip-flopped around a particularly boisterous swarm of butterflies.

“Why, as a matter of fact, I did,” she confirmed with a reassuring pat on her back and another fond rub of her bare cheeks, before disentangling herself from her and leaning over to snatch up one of the plastic bags she’d brought with her from off of the tile floor at her feet.

Letting out another small sigh of relief, Rhen watched with barely restrained patience and both hands doing their very best to shield her naked front from view as her aunt dug around in the bag for a moment, before dropping it to the floor again upon replaceing what it was that she’d apparently been looking for.

What the…?

It took her a few moments to fully grasp what it was that she was looking at, but as she continued to stare her confusion gradually gave way to flabbergasted horror as realization suddenly dawned on her. A great yawning chasm then opened up in the pit of her stomach, draining all of the color from her disbelieving face as she stood there and watched as Dana tore open a hole in the plastic wrapping of the crinkling package and extracted from it a bright pink pull-up.

“Wait, Aunt Dana, no. You can’t be serious…” she began to protest, her voice caught somewhere between pleading and unhappy acceptance.

Taking half a step back, she unglued one of the hands she had pressed between her legs, holding it out in front of her as if it could somehow fend off what the other woman held in her hands.

“I’m way too old to be wearing something like… like that… Come on!”

“Oh hush now, don’t make such a fuss,” chided Dana in response, unfolding the padded pair of training panties with practiced ease, one corner of her mouth quirking up in smug amusement as she got her first good look at the design printed across their front. “I even made sure to get you the Disney princess ones, see?”

She turned the humiliating garment around in her hands so that Rhen could see the design as well.

“Look, it’s Beauty and the Beast. Didn’t you say that that one was your favorite?”

Grrr… I don’t know why I ever told you that, Rhen growled to herself in silent indignation.

Although aloud, she said, “But… but why?”

She already had a pretty good idea about what the answer to her question would be, and she knew that asking it didn’t really do anything to help her “I’m way too old for this” argument, but she just couldn’t help herself as she stomped her foot and let out a frustrated moan.

“You mean aside from the fact that I’m the adult in this relationship and what I say goes?” asked her aunt coolly, cocking one eyebrow at her and making her knees wobble slightly with the look she gave her.

“Um… yes?” squeaked Rhen, knowing full well that she was potentially courting another spanking with her reply.

Thankfully though, it seemed that her aunt was still in a forgiving mood, because she just smiled frostily at her and went on to explain.

“We’ve already had one accident from you today, little girl.”

She made sure to put a great deal of extra emphasis on those last two words as she stared down hard at Rhen, silently daring her to deny it.

She then let the tension build between them for a few more heartbeats, satisfying herself that she wasn’t about to be interrupted before she continued.

“And I think we’d both prefer it if you didn’t end up wetting your pants again during the rest of our trip. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I mean… I guess so,” conceded the younger girl with a pout, no longer caring about her nudity as she folded her arms in front of her and glared daggers at the bright pink monstrosity in her partner’s hands.

She knew that she’d already lost this argument, that she’d lost it before it had even begun, but she just couldn’t help herself as she tried to postpone the inevitable.

“But… but, um… Are you sure they’re even going to fit?”

It was a flimsy excuse, she knew, but it was the best she could come up with on such short notice.

“They’re the same size as the ones we have back at home,”

answered Dana with a shrug and a tight smirk that said she knew exactly what she was up to. “So, yes.”

“Oh…” was Rhen’s only response to that, deflated slightly by the knowledge that the sizable stack of pull-ups she’d spied hiding in the cabinet underneath the sink in her bathroom were indeed meant for her.

Shifting her gaze to stare at a point just past her auntie’s shoulder and frowning in consternation, she struggled to replace some last bit of hope to cling to, but unfortunately came up empty.

“But I mean… Couldn’t we just… like, um…?”

“What’s the matter? Do you not like these ones, cutie pie?” teased the older woman, her face a mask of mock-concern as she added facetiously. “If you want, we can go back out and take a look at the other designs they have here in the store. I think I saw some Barbie ones if you’d rather have those…”

Horrified, Rhen watched as Dana made as if to turn and lead the two of them back out into the thoroughly crowded rest stop store.

“No, no, no, these ones are fine!” she reassured her quickly, scurrying around to block her path as one hand again shifted down to cover her hairless front while the other tried to stop her smirking partner before she could get too far.

“Oh, are you sure?” cooed Dana, drawing out the last word and grinning triumphantly from ear to ear at her niece’s adorable antics.

“Ugh, yes,” snapped Rhen, her nerves and embarrassment suddenly getting the better of her.

Crossing her arms in front of her with a huff, she stomped a foot and scowled impotently at the smiling older woman. If she was going to be strong-armed into wearing something as humiliating as a pull-up at her age, then she wasn’t going to pretend to like it.

At least, not in public.

“Can we just get this over with already, please?”

“Of course, dear,” chirped Dana as if she hadn’t just been given a whole heaping helping of sass.

Dropping down onto one knee in front of the delightfully pouting younger girl, she held open the pull-up for her to step into.

“Here you go.”

Of freaking course she doesn’t just let me put the stupid thing on myself. Ugh.

Taking the invitation with as much attitude as she could safely get away with without running the risk of having her pull-up pulled down for another spanking before she’d even had a chance to get used to wearing it, Rhen slid first her left foot, and then her right, into the leg holes offered to her. She could feel that her face was glowing far redder than her bottom was at that particular moment and she chewed on her lower lip in quiet humiliation as Dana took her time sliding the training panties up her narrow legs, settling them snugly in place around her hips.

True to her prediction, they fit her like a glove, and she hated it.

“Awww, now don’t you just look precious,” cooed the older woman, smiling up at her and reaching out to fondly pat the padding between her legs. “What do you think, honeybuns, are they comfy?”

“I guess so,” grumbled Rhen, not quite willing to concede the point just yet.

Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror beside her however, she had to admit that she did indeed look pretty darn cute standing there in just a zip-up hoodie and her bright pink pull-up. Not that she would have ever admitted anything like that out loud voluntarily.

At least they’re not super bulky, she tried to tell herself, twisting her hips from side to side to see how she looked from different angles. Nobody should be able to tell what I’m wearing once I’ve got something on over them. Speaking of…

“Um… Can I at least have that towel to wrap around my waist so that nobody has to see me in this… thing?”

She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word out loud quite yet.

God, this sucks.

“Sorry, cutie pie, but I’m afraid not,” replied Dana with a dismissive shake of her head, climbing back to her feet and proceeding to wrap up her wet clothes in said towel before cramming the whole soggy mess into a plastic bag. “Try not to sweat it too much though, okay? You look absolutely adorable in that ‘thing’, and everyone else has already either seen you walking through the store in your soaked leggings and skirt, or else heard you getting your spanking just now anyway. The sight of a well-spanked naughty girl wearing a pull-up after having had an accident will hardly be that much of a shock to any of them, I’m sure.”

“Not really what I meant, you know…” grumbled Rhen in response, rolling her eyes but deciding not to push the issue any further as she stooped down to retrieve her high-tops, slipping them back onto her still chilly, bare feet.

“I know, dear,” snorted Dana, playfully swatting her padded posterior before draping an affectionate arm around her shoulders. “Now come along, let’s go pick out some snacks and then we can get back on the road, alright?”

“Sounds good to me,” answered Rhen, only half-lying as she allowed herself to be steered out of the restroom.

Truth be told, she wished that they could just teleport back to their big red SUV and cut out her embarrassing walk of shame altogether, but she knew that that wasn’t an option and instead resigned herself to a fresh round of well-deserved pointing and snickering.

“Now that you mention it, actually, I am kind of hungry…”

“Hah! What else is new?” teased Dana with a tinkling laugh as they at last stepped out of the restroom. “Don’t you worry though, cutie pie. I saw that they have some of those chips you like, and I’ll be happy to buy you a bag and something to drink to tide you over until we get to your granny’s house. Sound good?”

“Oh heck yeah!”

On a whim, Rhen stepped in closer and wrapped her arms around her partner, rising up onto the balls of her feet and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks, Aunt Dana.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” the older woman chuckled. “Anytime.”