Back to Her Teens: A Lesbian Ageplay Spanking Romance
Back to Her Teens: Epilogue

“Have fun at school, cutie pie. I’ll see you this evening,” Dana Johnson called out after the retreating form of her favorite not-niece before she could get too far.

“Bye Aunt Dana, love you,” replied Rhen, turning back and waving with a radiant smile.

“Love you too, hon.”

Flashing the younger girl a sly grin, she then added loud enough for all of the other college students milling past her on their way toward campus to hear.

“Now you make sure you pay close attention to your professors today, young lady. I don’t want you slacking off just because it’s orientation day. You hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” sighed the now junior with a good-natured roll of her eyes, one hand skulking back to smooth down the folds of her skirt over her still warmly throbbing rear end.

She’d already found out the hard way after breakfast that her partner had every intention of making sure she started out the new semester on the right foot, and apparently waiting until the very last minute to pick out a suitably cute outfit to make a good impression on her professors counted as procrastinating.

Thankfully though, after stripping her down to her birthday suit and turning her over her knee for a mostly mild hand spanking, her auntie had helped her finish getting dressed. And although she now sported a fresh pull-up beneath her Hello Kitty leggings, Rhen had to admit that the sassy

“Girl Power!” glitter t-shirt that she’d picked out for her did bring her entire ensemble together rather nicely and did an excellent job of making her look like an eager young student.

With a heavy emphasis on being bratty for good measure. Which was just fine with Rhen, truth be told.

After all, she had a reputation to maintain.

“Good girl,” cooed Dana with a knowing smirk. “Oh, and don’t forget that we’re meeting Courtney and Abby for her birthday dinner tonight, so no dilly-dallying on your way home today, either. You got that?”

“Yes ma’am,” chirped Rhen again, unable to resist rolling her eyes one more time.

She’d already been told all of this on their way over, it wasn’t like she was going to forget any of it between driving to school and getting out of the car.

Well, probably.

Either way, the warmth pulsating beneath her skirt was enough to remind her to not push her luck just then. Especially not when there were so many low, stone benches within easy walking distance all around them.

Looking down at her watch to distract herself before that particular line of thought could get too far, Rhen blanched.

“Oh crap, I’m going to be late!” she squeaked as her heart leapt into her throat. “Bye Aunt Dana, see you later.”

After giving one final hurried wave, Rhen Mathews, the twenty-year-old college junior who spent most of her time in the public eye living as little Rhenny Mathews, the bratty thirteen-year-old niece of Dana Johnson, spun on her heel and sped off toward her first class of the new semester like a raven-haired bat out of hell.

She knew that she’d probably get her bottom busted before bedtime for being late to class. Heck, her aunt might even let Abby do the honors after dinner that night and just call it a “birthday spanking” or something.

But in the end she didn’t mind.

She was safe, she was loved, her life had rules and order, she was doing better in school than she ever had, and above all else…

She was happy.