Back to Her Teens: A Lesbian Ageplay Spanking Romance
Back to Her Teens: Chapter 8

The next morning Rhen awoke to the mouth-watering scents of bacon and eggs wafting up to greet her from somewhere down below in the kitchen. Heedless of the fact that she was still in just a rumpled t-shirt and the same pair of panties she’d been wearing since the day before, she let her groggy limbs carry her on autopilot down the stairs and into the kitchen where she found her aunt waiting for her in front of the stove once again.

She was already fully dressed and looked as if she’d been up for at least a couple of hours now as she glanced over her shoulder to level a warm smile in her direction.

“Well good morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted her as she scooped out some scrambled eggs onto two different plates next to one another on the counter beside her.

One of the plates was definitely piled higher than the other, and that was the one she set before Rhen as she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and flopped down onto it. Thankfully though her bottom was totally back to normal by now and the press of the cold, hard wood against her sleepy seat was only a minor annoyance as she shifted around on it, trying to get comfortable.

“Morning,” she yawned, reaching over for the bottle of ketchup her aunt already had waiting for her in the center of the table and proceeding to all but drown her eggs in it.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Uh-huh,” she grunted groggily as she picked up her fork and speared a hunk of scrambled egg onto the end of it. Her eyes remained half-lidded as she brought it up to her lips, but a happy grin spread across them as she began chewing.

“Mmmm, yummy…”

“Hah, I’m happy to hear you think so,” laughed Dana, her eyes twinkling with fond amusement as she sat down across from her with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a tall glass of orange juice in the other. “Here, make sure you drink all of your juice now, hon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” sighed Rhen around another yawn, accepting the glass and taking a sip from it before setting it down beside her plate with a dull thunk.

The two of them ate their breakfast in near total silence after that, with only the occasional clinking of their silverware against their plates for company.

Rhen was still definitely not a morning person. Despite having woken up feeling far more well-rested than she had in a long, long time, at that particular moment she was much more interested in filling her grumbling stomach with her aunt’s delicious food than she was in talking.

Which suited Dana just fine, who was content to sit by watching her niece stuff her face like she’d been starving for days as a pleased half-grin tilted up one corner of her mouth.

She was just so cute.

Once the table had been cleared and Rhen had finished rinsing and drying their dishes before loading them into the dishwasher, something that seemed rather redundant in her opinion but which she wasn’t going to start arguing about without a pair of pants on first, Dana wrapped a strong arm around her slim shoulders and steered her out of the kitchen and back up toward her bedroom.

“Come on, cutie pie. Let’s go get you ready to greet the day, shall we?”

Upon seeing the state of Rhen’s unmade bed however, Dana wasted little time in yanking up the back of her oversized t-shirt and landing three hard swats to the seat of her panties in quick succession.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“The first thing you do when you get up is you… Make! Your! Bed!

Is that understood, young lady?” she demanded, punctuating her lecture with three more sharp spanks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh! Ah! Oof! Yes ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am!”

“Good,” huffed the older woman a moment later, evidently satisfied as she released her grip on Rhen’s t-shirt and sent her scampering over to her bed with one final smack. “Now you take care of that while Auntie

Dana replaces you something nice to wear on our trip to the mall today.”

With one hand still rubbing at her lightly stinging bottom, Rhen made quick work of tugging her covers back into place and tucking the edges under her pillows. The whole process took less than two minutes to finish, and all the while she was doing it she found herself blushing at the oversight. She really should have known better. After all, her grandma had been a stickler for her making her bed as well when she’d been growing up.

Though she never usually spanked her for forgetting to do it.

Most of the time, anyway.

Clearly her Aunt Dana took this kind of thing far more seriously than she’d been expecting. She’d need to be more careful from then on if she didn’t want to risk another sore bottom before the day had even begun.

Then again, half a dozen swats were hardly even worth thinking about in the grand scheme of things. After all, she was supposed to be a bratty teenager, right?

Oh well, whatever.

Now wide awake, Rhen perched herself on the edge of her bed and idly kicked her feet back and forth above the plush carpet as she watched her aunt dump all of the clothes from her backpack and duffle bag out on top of her dresser. Frowning at what she saw in the pile, she clucked her tongue in quiet disapproval and then left the room, returning a minute later with an empty cardboard box.

“I’m sorry to say, hon, but most of this is going to have to go,” she declared with a disappointed shake of her head as she began picking through the pile of clothing in front of her, tossing most of what she grabbed into the box at her feet without so much as a second glance as she continued to frown and tut-tut under her breath. “Unbelievable, just unbelievable…”

“Wait, why? What do you mean?” whined a suddenly very petulant Rhen, bouncing up and down in annoyance on her bed and craning her neck to try and see what was bugging her aunt so much about her clothes.

“There’s nothing wrong with my stuff!”

“What I mean, Rhen,” Dana replied in that low, dangerous purr of hers she used whenever a full-on spanking was brewing. Scowling, she rounded on the younger girl and held up a miniscule red thong between her hands that was barely more than a few bits of string connected by a tiny scrap of cloth in the middle. “Is that just about everything here is totally inappropriate for a girl your age!”

Rhen squeaked at that, and she felt her face go about as red as the thong in her aunt’s hands.

“Oh come on,” she groaned, suddenly sounding far less sure of herself as she crossed her arms in front of her with an indignant huff.

“That’s not like, that bad. It actually looks pretty cute on me, you know…”

“Completely inappropriate, or else it’s falling apart at the seams,”

the older woman repeated, steamrolling over the petite sophomores feeble protests. Letting out an indignant huff of her own, she dropped the offending bit of underwear into the box beside her, before turning back around and tossing in several more pieces of clothing after it for good measure. “And I don’t care how cute they might have looked on you, young lady. No niece of mine is going to be strutting around in undies that are clearly intended for a girl twice her age. No ma’am. Not on my watch.”

“Ahhh, you’re no fun!”

“Keep it up, little girl, and you’re going to replace out just how not fun I can be,” warned Dana, not bothering to look back as she tossed another pair of panties into the box at her feet.

“Eep!” squeaked Rhen in response, cheeks clenching beneath her on reflex. “Yes ma’am! I’m sorry!”

“Mmhmm, we’ll see about that.”

With her back still turned to her, Rhen was unable to see the huge smirk plastered across Dana’s lips as she continued to sift through her clothing, adding almost all of it to the rejected pile at her feet as she went.

She knew that it was useless to keep arguing about her aunt’s decision, not unless she wanted a trip across her lap for her trouble. Plus she had to admit that a lot of her clothes actually had seen better days and were in dire need of being replaced anyway. So instead of whining more, Rhen kept her mouth shut in a silent pout as she bid a fond farewell to all of her miniskirts, most of her panties, the two or three padded bras she owned, and the majority of her jeans. Along with just about anything else that her aunt deemed too old and tattered to hang onto, or that she decided was simply too mature for her niece’s adopted age.

Which, as it turned out, was just about everything.

By the time it was all over, Rhen was left with a depressingly small pile of socks, two pairs of panties (including the ones she was currently wearing), four camisoles, the nylon short-shorts she’d worn on that fateful Monday a few days earlier, and the jeans she’d had on the night before. On the bright side though, her aunt had at least left her with several of her old tops. Unfortunately, all of those were graphic tees, which she knew would look right at home on a young teenager.

Mostly because that had been the age she’d been when her grandma had bought them for her in the first place.

Oh well… At least I’m getting new clothes out of all of this, she thought to herself with a put-upon huff, pouting for all she was worth as she watched the last of her adult wardrobe being packed away before her very eyes.

“Awww, cheer up, cutie pie,” Dana cooed once she’d finished folding over the edges of the cardboard box and had set it on the floor beside her door. “We’ll drop all this off at a charity shop on our way out later. I’m sure your old clothes will replace a nice new home with someone there.”

“If you say so…”

Rhen resisted the urge to point out the fact that they’d already had a very nice home crumpled up and stuffed into the drawers of her dresser and lost underneath her bed. She knew that a remark like that would most likely just earn her some more swats for being sassy, and so instead she just kept quiet and watched as her aunt sauntered over to her nightstand and picked up her wallet.

“Now let’s just see what’s hiding out in here, shall we?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she opened the little clasp on the younger girl’s wallet and began plucking things out from it.

Rhen watched in mounting horror as her driver’s license, her debit cards, and just about anything else that she might’ve been able to use to prove she was actually an adult disappeared into her aunt’s front pocket.

“Wait, hold on! What’re you doing?” she whined, springing up from her spot on the edge of her bed and rushing over to her aunt’s side.

“Come on, I need those!”

“Oh hush now, you silly goose,” chided Dana as she raised her left hand up above her head to put the wallet out of her niece’s reach. “Your granny and I talked about this last night and we both agree that while you’re staying here, I should keep an eye on your finances so you don’t overdraft any of your accounts like you have in the past. And since you don’t have a car, and you definitely won’t be going to any bars in the near future, you won’t be needing your driver’s license either.”

“But… but!” floundered Rhen, unable to formulate anything more articulate as her mind desperately started scrambling to figure out just how much her grandma might know about her little arrangement with her new

“auntie”.

“And besides,” added Dana smoothly, grinning from ear to ear again as she lowered her arm and waggled the now mostly-empty wallet at her. “People might start asking some embarrassing questions if they notice a thirteen-year-old girl running around with a driver’s license and a bunch of debit cards. Do you really want to try explaining to them why a supposedly mature college student such as yourself is spending so much time across her auntie’s knee getting her bare bottom spanked like a little girl?”

The taunting question immediately threw Rhen through a loop, and her cheeks flushed stop sign red as she pictured just such a scenario.

“Um, no, not really…”

“Good. I’m happy to hear that,” chirped her aunt, snapping the wallet shut and setting it back on the nightstand beside her lamp, bringing the matter to a close. “And don’t you worry, cutie pie. I’ll be sure to keep all of this safe for you until you’re ready to have it back.”

She patted her front pocket affectionately and winked.

“Besides, all you really need in your day to day life is your student ID, your phone, and your allowance. Speaking of which, that reminds me…”

From her other pocket, Dana produced a crisp twenty dollar bill.

She stretched it out and gave it a quick snap between her hands, holding it up at eye level in front of her niece, before setting it beside her wallet on the nightstand.

“Try not to spend it all in one place, alright?”

“Humph… whatever.”

As bad as losing most of her clothes and the contents of her wallet had been, what followed next was a million times worse in Rhen’s opinion.

Taking her by the hand, her aunt led her out of her bedroom and into the little bathroom down the hall that she had all to herself. As they entered, she grabbed a fluffy green towel from the rack beside the tub and laid it out on top of the equally-fluffy bath mat in the middle of the floor.

“Go ahead and lay down there on your back for me, please, honey,”

she said, gesturing at the towel she’d just laid out with a negligent wave of her hand.

Not bothering to wait and see if her niece did as she was told, she turned her attention to one of the drawers beneath the sink and began fishing out supplies for whatever it was she had in mind from it.

“Um…?” stalled Rhen, chewing on her lower lip and shuffling her weight from foot to foot as she watched her aunt set out a pair of chrome-plated body hair trimmers, a couple of hand towels, and a pink bottle of some sort of cream onto the counter in front of her. She couldn’t see the label on the bottle from the angle she was standing at, but even so, she still had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach about what was in store for her. “What’s all that stuff for?”

Rather than answer immediately, Dana just flashed her a reassuring smile through her reflection in the mirror before turning to look her up and down with her hands on her hips.

“I know this is probably going to be a little embarrassing for you, sweetie,” she began to explain after another half-minute or so of watching her niece squirm. She couldn’t help but smirk a little at her obvious understatement, knowing full well just how much the girl before her was going to be blushing in just a few moments. “But it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”

Still smiling, she advanced on Rhen until she was looming over her and placed her hands gently, but firmly, onto her shoulders. She then turned her in place until her back was directly to the towel she’d laid out for her, and with a bit of insistent pressure against her shoulders, pushed her down so that she was squatting on her heels before toppling onto her back across the waiting towel behind her.

“I know a lot of girls start developing early these days, but, well…”

She paused to smirk impishly down at the petite sophomore before she began to work the hem of her t-shirt up past her hips until it lay in a rumpled heap just above her bellybutton.

“Given your general appearance, and quite frankly, your very immature attitude, I think it would be best if we adjusted the appearance of your privates to be more in line with your overall level of behavior.”

“But… Wait! You don’t mean…?” spluttered Rhen, unable to put together a complete sentence as she watched in horror as her panties were wriggled off of her hips and down to her ankles, before being pulled free of her legs entirely. “Oh come on!”

She couldn’t bring herself to admit out loud that her pubic hair was one of the only things she could really point to as a sign that she was in fact a mature adult woman. Even though she might not have had the chest to match any of the girls in her dorm, she’d at least had that much to mark her as one of their own.

As she continued to mouth and gape, trying to muster at least some semblance of a resistance, her aunt just looked at her in that condescending

“I’m in charge, and this is happening whether you like it or not” way of hers that Rhen had grown so accustomed to in the last week. She watched with mounting dread and excitement as she carefully folded up her panties into a neat rectangle and then set them onto the countertop beside the sink, before casually scooping up her hair trimmers and kneeling down in front of her again.

“Okeydokey, go ahead and spread your legs for me, cutie pie,” she instructed, gently prying Rhen’s knees apart to help coax her into the position she wanted. Once her thighs had been parted wide enough to expose the thick tufts of black curls hidden between them, she gave her another reassuring smile. “Now you just hold still and we’ll be done before you know it. Alright?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever…” grumbled the younger girl with another harrumph. “This freaking sucks.”

That definitely got a chuckle from her aunt as she scooted in closer and eyed her target.

“Careful now,” she warned in a low purr. “There’s plenty of soap in that cabinet too, you know.”

“Eep!”

Unable to bring herself to watch, Rhen let her head lull back against the towel beneath her and hid her scarlet face behind her hands as she listened to her aunt flick on her trimmers. She gasped a moment later then as the cold, vibrating metal came into contact with her warm, sensitive skin, and tried not to squirm too much as the razor began making quick work of her damp patch of pubic hair.

Dana took her time to carefully run her trimmers back and forth and up and down across every square inch of her exposed groin, making sure to perform several passes over each and every spot to ensure that she’d gotten everything there. And although Rhen couldn’t see her as she worked, she could definitely hear her humming to herself all the while and could tell that she found the whole ordeal to be just the most entertaining thing ever based on the way she kept chuckling darkly whenever the vibrating head of the trimmers brushed up against any particularly sensitive areas of her skin.

Which happened to be pretty much everywhere, as it turned out.

Whenever she touched upon a spot that made the younger girl hiss in a sharp breath of air through her nose, she’d pause and hold her hand in place. Watching with naked amusement as Rhen panted and squirmed from the vibrations of the razor head as it tickled and teased her, driving her crazy as she moaned into her cupped palms, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release.

Oh god! I think… I think I see now why people l-like those magic wand things so much… H-How much allowance did she give me again?

After she’d managed to clear away most of the dark curls between her legs, Rhen’s aunt leaned in close and blew a long burst of cool air across her glistening lips, ostensibly to help dislodge any clinging bits of hair she might have missed when she’d brushed the rest of it off a moment earlier, and then smirked.

The bratty sophomore squealed with surprise at the sudden burst of sensation across her hyper-sensitized labia, and lifted her head up high enough to glare at the other woman playfully.

“There we go, things are starting to look much better now,” cooed Dana, locking eyes with the younger girl as she deliberately kept her lips tantalizingly close to her molten sex.

“H-Hey, watch it!” Rhen gasped around a pout, the tickle of the older woman’s breath on her swollen folds nearly pushing her over the edge right there and then as she flopped back against the towel behind her and groaned. “Meanie.”

“Oops, pardon me,” snickered Dana, sounding not the least bit apologetic as she straightened up and smirked down at her in self-satisfaction.

“Wh-Whatever…” grumbled Rhen, clawing desperately in her mind to get herself back under some semblance of control.

The trimmers had left her with only a thin covering of stubble across her folds now that felt coarse and itchy as she snaked a hand down to run her fingers experimentally along her tingling vulva.

“Uh-uh, no touching until we’re finished, cutie pie,” tut-tutted her aunt, batting away her hand and giving her a light swat between the thighs that made her squeal and arch her back.

“Aieee!”

“Just be patient for a little while longer, alright?”

Flopping back against the towel again, Rhen gave a breathless and silent nod as she chewed at her lower lip, not daring to take her eyes off the spot on the ceiling she was trying to bore a hole into with her mind.

A moment later she squealed again as she felt her aunt begin to slather on a thick coating of an acrid-smelling cream across what was left of her once proud pubic hair. Clamping down on the urge to squirm and struggle as she worked the ice-cold cream over all of the spots the trimmers had touched, Rhen crossed her arms over her chest and grumbled quietly to herself in an attempt to restore some small modicum of her dignity.

All that seemed to do though was just encourage Dana, who began cooing about how adorable she looked just then.

“I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl for me,” she crooned as she rose to her feet and took her time rinsing her hands off in the sink before moving to loom above her between her splayed thighs, grinning from ear to ear as she surveyed her handiwork. “I didn’t even have to threaten to get out the pull-ups. Way to go, honey.”

She flashed Rhen a thumbs up, and that combined with the stomach-churning mention of pull-ups possibly being in the equation ratcheted up the temperature in the younger girl’s face by several hundred degrees. Surely she didn’t have anything like that in her size! She was just teasing her, right?

Right?

Oh god, I sure hope so, she thought to herself with a worried grimace, reflexively reaching up to chew on her right thumbnail. This is already bad enough as it is!

Ten excruciatingly embarrassing minutes later, her aunt finally stooped back down between her knees and began to wipe away the harsh smelling cream with a damp towel. Its passing took all of her remaining hair with it, leaving her skin silky smooth to the touch after it was gone.

And honestly, despite her utter humiliation, Rhen had to admit that she rather liked the look and feel of her now totally bare front. Though at the moment she wasn’t in any kind of mood to say so out loud.

Especially not with the way Dana kept grinning knowingly down at her.

“There we go, nice and smooth,” she declared with smug satisfaction as she pat, pat, patted between her legs with a fresh towel to dry her off. “That cream is so wonderful. I use it all the time for my arms and legs. You should stay just like this for at least a month or two, so I’d get used to it if I were you.”

Not quite sure what to say to that, Rhen just nodded weakly. And thankfully that seemed to be enough for the broadly beaming older woman, who went on.

“Maybe if you behave yourself until then we can discuss letting things grow out again when it’s time to for a touch up, but for now…”

She set her towel aside and traced a teasing fingertip up and down along the length of Rhen’s totally smooth mound, running it over her folds before idly twirling it around her engorged clit.

“I think this look suits you just perfectly. Wouldn’t you say?”

“Ah! Y-Yes ma’am,” squeaked Rhen as her toes curled and uncurled behind Dana, hovering so tantalizingly, frustratingly close to the edge of bliss but still being denied release.

“Good,” her aunt chirped, dusting off her hands as she casually sprang back to her feet, before reaching out to help her stand as well. “Now let’s get you dressed so we can go shopping!”

Turning Rhen by the shoulders again and pointing her toward the door, she sent her sprinting off in the direction of her bedroom with a sharp swat to her bare bottom.

“Go on, shoo!”

Scurrying away, the bare bottomed college sophomore turned bratty teen could tell that it was going to be a long, long day.