LISA AND TERRI by Joe Whatever Part 2 Lisa was both horrified and thrilled to hear the news of her impending spanking.... But she knew there was a dark side. The humiliating spanking would be used to rip away the last tattered scraps of her adulthood. Over the last hour, Terri had successfully stripped her of her clothes, her rights, and her dignity. This spanking would be used to seal her transformation from a successful, accomplished, independent adult into a helpless teenager. The thought was scary, but at the same time strangely comforting. She would have no responsibilities or worries. She needn't concern herself with finances or clothes. Aunt Terri was totally in charge. She was released from her adult responsibilities and could do anything she wanted. Of course, if she stepped too far out of line, the hairbrush would be waiting.... Her thoughts were broken by the startled voice of the salesgirl. "You're actually going to SPANK her?" the twenty-something clerk asked in amazement. "Like a little kid?" "She needs to get into her role," Terri said, sternly. "If she acts like a disobedient child, that's how she'll be treated." "There's a storeroom right over there," the snippy salesgirl volunteered. "The store's almost closed anyway, and I can escort you back there if you need some privacy." The girl's eyes twinkled as she looked down at Lisa. "Of course, I'll need to stay...and watch." "Please don't spank me here, Aunt Terri," Lisa pleaded, trying to keep her voice down so avoid attracting attention. "Not in front of HER." When Lisa had strolled into the store a few minutes before in her expensive attire, she had been the salesgirl's superior in wealth, intellect, and power. The girl had relished stripping her out of her chic clothes and reducing her to the status of feckless teenager. And now the same grinning clerk was going to supervise her first spanking in more than twenty years. "I have half a mind to take this lady up on her kind offer," Terri said, angrily, as she gave Lisa's bottom a hard swat through her short skirt. "Remember, I'm in charge, and I'll spank you when I want, where I want, with the audience I choose. There's an 18-year-old high school student who lives next door to us, and I have half a mind to invite him over tonight to hold your wrists while I tan your bare fanny, young lady. If you don't MARCH to the car right now, that's exactly what I'll do." Terri punctuated her command with another sharp SWAT across Lisa's behind. Lisa quickly scampered towards the exit. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw the grinning salesclerk playfully rubbing her bottom and wincing in mock sympathy as Lisa went off toward her doom. Another SWAT across her behind reminded Lisa to "face forward." The salesgirl's laughter burned in her ears.... ****************************** The humiliating march to the car proved to Lisa that her transformation was complete. No one objected to the way Terri scolded her...or held her wrist...or swatted her bottom. A few spectators smiled, and a few even winked at Lisa or chuckled when they saw Terri delivering the humiliating spanks. One old biddy congratulated Terri for "giving the little tart the discipline she deserves." No one came to Lisa's rescue or offered her any help. Why should they? She looked like a spoiled, misbehaving teenager. She realized to her horror that her "Britney wanna-be" look would earn her little sympathy from the adult world. Most of the spectators seemed to think that a good hard spanking was exactly what the little tease needed.... ****************************** The drive home was chilly. As Terri harshly scolded Lisa's "totally unacceptable" behavior, Lisa could tell that her "Aunt" was genuinely angry. Terri could be gentle and kind, but Lisa also knew that, when it came to discipline, Terri was strict and uncompromising. She felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy as Terri berated her. For the first time in many years, Lisa was frightened. She used the long ride home to consider her options. She had no identification, no money, and no means of transportation. Dressed as she was, and without a shred of evidence to back up her story, no one would believe she wasn't a teenager. Feeling her heart race, she realized that, for all practical purposes, she now WAS Terri's niece. Her adult rights had vanished, and she would have to toe the line or face the consequences. And with Aunt Terri firmly in control, she knew the "consequences" would be the scorching shame and punishment of the hairbrush. They were almost home when it dawned on her that they had left her adult clothes and lingerie at the mall. She tried to convince Terri to turn back, but she tartly replied, "It serves you right for distracting me with your disgraceful behavior. Now you're just going to have to wear the clothes I picked out for you all weekend. "Since you want to act like a spoiled brat in public, you might as well dress the part." When Terri parked the car in the driveway, Lisa scampered to the front door. Feeling exposed and vulnerable in her skimpy clothes, she was anxious to get inside before anyone saw her. She tried the door handle, but it was locked. She then reached for her purse before realizing she didn't have one. So she had to wait anxiously by the door for her aunt to get the packages out of the car and unlock the front door. To her horror, Lisa heard a male voice behind her. "Hi, I'm Tommy Walters, and I live next door. You must be Terri's niece." Lisa turned and saw a tall, lanky 18-year-old boy in a high school athletic shirt staring over the fence at her. She instinctively tried to tug her skirt down as she nervously introduced herself. "Um...Hi, my name is Lisa. It's nice to meet you." "It will be nice to having a pretty college coed living next door, even if it's only for the weekend," Tommy said, flirtatiously. Lisa felt very uncomfortable as she sensed the young man's eyes run up and down her bare legs and her bare tummy. She wasn't used to the kind of male attention her trashy attire provoked, and it made her distinctly uncomfortable. But she knew she had to say something to the leering teenager, so she started to reply, "Yes, I am staying..." SWAT! Lisa rose up on tip-toes as Terri's hand connected with her denim-covered fanny. "You are in no position to chatter idly, young lady. Why didn't you help me with the packages?" "I was just talking, Aunt Terri," Lisa said petulantly as she took the packages. "You won't feel so chatty after I pull down your underpants and tan your bare fanny!" Terri responded angrily. Lisa looked over in horror at the teenage Tommy, whose face first registered surprise and then amusement. She blushed crimson. Tommy, grinning, playfully swatted his palm as Terri led Lisa by the wrist into the house. Lisa was mortified that Terri had broadcast her spanking first to the snippy clerk and then to the boy next door, but the stern look on Terri's face convinced her that she had more immediate concerns. "Lisa, I want you to go upstairs and get the wooden hairbrush off my dresser. Bring it downstairs, and we'll get started." Lisa ground her teeth, but obediently trudged up the stairs on her humiliating errand. The large wooden hairbrush was sitting on the center of the dresser. Lisa shivered as she reluctantly picked it up. She had seen the brush before and had even used it once or twice, but she had never given it much thought -- after all, before today it had been just another hairbrush. The hairbrush was still the same. Why did it suddenly seem so different? Why did the wooden hairbrush suddenly seem so large, so heavy, so thick, and so scary? The back of the brush was smooth and hard, and she knew it would burn her bare backside. She tapped the brush against her palm and was not pleased at what she felt -- because what she actually felt was the years melting away. She was once again a naughty little girl and full of dread. She slapped her palm harder with the brush, wincing in anticipation as she imagined the pitiless brush CRACKING against the soft, tender skin of her defenseless backside. She wondered if Terri had used the same hairbrush on Stacy or other naughty girls. She strongly suspected that she had. There was something oddly humiliating about being spanked with a hairbrush that had been used countless other times to discipline other girls. The well-worn tool in her hand emphasized that Lisa's correction was a mere routine procedure. As far as the hairbrush was concerned, Lisa was just another naughty teenager. Why not spank them all with the same brush, in the same position, in the same way? What made her so special? She was just one more sassy, impertinent teenager, too headstrong to understand anything but the pain and humiliation of a hairbrush spanking.... Aunt Terri's voice shook her out of her dream state. "Don't dawdle, young lady. You are in enough trouble as it is." Lisa felt like a condemned prisoner forced to sit on her coffin on the way to the gallows as she slowly marched down the stairs with the hairbrush in her hand. Terri was sitting on a straight-backed chair she had moved to the center of the living room. She held out her hand, and Lisa obediently handed her the brush, and then looked down at her tennis shoes. Terri examined her closely, looking for a tiny trace of her friend's customary swagger and bravado. But Lisa's arrogance was a thing of the past. Terri smiled as she watched her nervously biting her lip and shifting her weight from foot to foot. The self-confident attorney was gone. Lisa didn't even have the courage to make eye contact as Terri tapped the wooden brush noisily against her palm. "I opened the front window, Lisa, since it is warm tonight. And I noticed Tommy working in his front yard. If you take your punishment like a proper young lady, Lisa, all he will hear is a few swats. "But...if you squeal like a baby, Tommy will hear everything!" "Please, Aunt Terri, don't spank me with the window open. Tommy will hear me cry. I'm sorry I was rude in the store." "You misbehaved in public, so it's only fair that you get punished in public as well. You won't be so quick to mouth off to adults when you know that you could get spanked in front of them. You're lucky I didn't punish you in front of the clerk...or invite Tommy over to watch." Lisa blushed at the thought, but knew better than to protest as Terri ordered her over her knee. The position was hopelessly awkward, and she balanced herself on her fingertips and toes while Terri carefully adjusted her bottom into the perfect spanking position. Lisa reached back to protect herself with her hand when she felt Terri's hand on the hem of her skirt. "NO, AUNT TERRI!" she wailed. "DON'T RAISE MY SKIRT! I'M SORRY I WAS BAD! I'LL BE GOOD...I PROMISE!" "We've already been through this, Lisa," Terri said in a patronizing voice. "All of your spankings will be bare." Her voice was calm but firm. "The added humiliation of a bare bottom paddling might make you think twice before you open that smart mouth of yours. Now put your hands back on the floor before I call Tommy in to hold them for you." The threat worked, and Lisa's hands instantly returned to their position on the floor. "Please, Aunt Terri, I'm sorry I misbehaved," she said, fighting back tears. "I promise I'll be good...if-if...you just let me keep my panties up." Aunt Terri's response was to slowly, delicately raise the hem of Lisa's skirt while continuing to lecture her. "You brought this on yourself, young lady. You were warned to behave yourself. I tried to reason with you, but you obviously prefer this...." Lisa's heart raced as Terri issued her next command. "Arch your bottom up a little, dear, so I can pull down your underpants." Lisa blushed crimson as she imagined the leering 18-year-old boy relishing the situation. She swallowed. The time had come. She was actually going to be SPANKED! Her skirt was raised, and now her underpants were going to be lowered for a spanking...on her totally bare bottom. This couldn't be happening. She was an accomplished, well-educated adult with a successful career. Could Terri really just yank down her underpants and tan her fanny like she was a naughty, rebellious teenager? As a successful lawyer, she was used to being in charge and in control. But she was anything but that now. Resistance was hopeless; Terri was bigger and stronger than her...and could always call Tommy over to assist. Lisa trembled at the thought. She had fantasized about spanking. But now she was going to be spanked whether she wanted it or not, and, as a result, she felt humiliated, panicked, and powerless. But there were two sides to the matter. Terri was in charge, but she would also love her, comfort her, and take care of her. And discipline her.... Aunt Terri repeated the command to raise her hips, emphasizing the urgency with a gentle tap of the hairbrush on Lisa's behind. So she closed her eyes and reluctantly arched her hips off Terri's lap. Terri paused to savor the moment and slowly ran her finger over Lisa's underpants as Lisa fidgeted awkwardly with her bottom in the air. "My...those little bears on your underpants certainly do look nervous," Terri teased. "I've never seen a group of teddy bears squirm so much. And, speaking of BARES...." The childish underpants the salesclerk had selected were in studied contrast to the sophisticated lingerie Lisa had been forced to surrender at the store. The juvenile underpants were yet another gratuitous humiliation, and she felt herself flush as Terri teasingly ran her fingers over the wiggling bears. Lisa flinched as Terri inserted her fingers into the waistband and slowly rolled them down, down, down.... It was happening! Her panties were coming DOWN! Lisa finally exhaled when she felt her panties stop their slow descent and tangle around her knees. She could only imagine the view she offered, and she nervously clenched her thighs tightly together, squirming as she felt the cool breeze across her naked bottom. Terri's hand gently patted her exposed cheeks. "Do you understand what's going to happen now, Lisa?" "I'm...going to get s-sp-spanked." "And why are you going to be spanked?" "Because I was rude and disrespectful to an adult who was trying to help me." "And how are you going to be spanked?" Terri prodded. "Over your clothes?" "No, ma'am," Lisa replied, nervously eyeing the open window. "I was a naughty girl, so you have to spank me on my totally bare bottom...because this is the only thing a naughty girl like me understands." She clenched her teeth as she heard Tommy softly chuckling outside. He'd heard her humiliating confession. "I've been watching your behavior for months, Lisa, and I haven't been impressed with what I've seen," Terri whispered, as she slowly rubbed the hairbrush in circles across Lisa's twitching backside. "I may not make as much money as you, or drive a fancy car, but I think you'll find that I am still quite capable of teaching you a lesson in manners, young lady...a lesson that is long overdue." Terri then resumed her normal tone. "I expect you to take your spanking like an adult, Lisa. I don't want to see any butt clenching or fanny wiggling. And I expect you to maintain your composure, not bawl like an infant." SPANK! Lisa's eyes went wide as saucers as the first blow burned across her right bottom cheek. It took a few seconds for the sting to sink in; she couldn't believe a hairbrush could hurt so much. She had dreaded spankings as a child, but she had forgotten just how painful they could be. The second spank, on the opposite fanny cheek, caused her jaw to drop. She didn't want to make any noise, since she knew Tommy was listening. But she couldn't ignore the sting. On the third spank, she kicked her foot in the air, and Terri teasingly reminded her, "I would learn to keep my legs together, if I were you!" The fourth spank caused her to gasp out an involuntary "OH!" when the brush connected with her defenseless bottom. She knew that maintaining her composure was essential to maintaining her dignity, but her bottom was starting to burn. SPANK! Lisa felt tears start to well in her eyes. She dug her fingers into the carpet in a desperate attempt to ward off the pain. SPANK! The next one was right in the center, and it crisscrossed the other, already-tender areas. Lisa had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Terri smiled as she watched her young charge struggling to restrain herself. She knew that Lisa desperately wanted to maintain a dignified silence...which would make it all the more satisfying when Lisa finally broke down. SPANK! Lisa was desperately trying to fight back tears. "Try not to cry, dear," Terri patronized. "Take your punishment like a big girl." How humiliating! Lisa returned her gaze to the floor, determined not to break down. There was no way she was going to give Terri the satisfaction. No matter how she was dressed, Lisa knew she was an adult. She was not going to break down and sob like a naughty child. But Terri's relentless hairbrush had other ideas. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Lisa knew she was doomed, but she had to hold out a bit longer. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Her resolve finally disappeared. "Please, Aunt Terri, not so hard!" she sobbed. "I'll be good!" "I'll never be disrespectful again!" The tears stared to flow down her cheeks. Terri watched Lisa's breakdown with grim satisfaction. Although she wasn't a sadist, Terri was pleased that she had finally won the battle of wills with her recalcitrant ward, since she knew it was yet another milestone in their relationship. Lisa would never look at Terri, or a hairbrush, the same way again. "I guess you're not too old for a spanking after all, are you Lisa?" Terri mocked. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "No, ma'am!" Tears flowed freely down Lisa's cheeks as she sobbed and sniveled. She kicked her legs and twisted on Terri's lap as the spanks landed, trying not to think of the audio entertainment she was presenting to Tommy. She was deeply humiliated, but she knew she would say ANYTHING to stop the hairbrush. Aunt Terri, however, continued to lay on the spanks as Lisa desperately promised to "be good!" She wasn't convinced by Lisa's pitiful pleas. She knew that she had broken down Lisa's defenses, and she was determined to use this opportunity to teach the sassy brat a lesson she would never forget. "Will you mind other adults, like the sales clerk?" Terri asked. Lisa didn't like the term "adults," but since the question was punctuated by a stinging spank, she quickly croaked, "Yes!" "If I ask the salesclerk over to babysit this weekend, will you mind your manners?" "BABYSIT!" Lisa cried out. "She can't..." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Yes, Aunt Terri," Lisa quickly replied. "I'd love to have her babysit me!" "Will you drop your panties and get over her knee when she orders you to?" Terri asked. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Lisa tried to resist answering the humiliating question, but finally gave in. "Yes, Aunt Terri!" she cried. "And when you've been really naughty, will you fetch the hairbrush and bring it to a responsible adult without being told?" Terri said, sternly. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! As much as she hated to, Lisa reluctantly agreed even to that. The final humiliating admission did the trick, and a relieved Lisa soon found herself standing in front of her aunt, rubbing her bare fanny. She didn't like holding up her skirt in front of Terri, but the thought of the denim material or even her cotton underpants touching her blazing behind was too agonizing for words. Lisa had to stand there for several minutes, while Terri questioned her in detail about the lesson she had just learned. Her tearful answers were abject and sincere, for, during her spanking, she had vowed to herself that, whatever happened this weekend, she would be a good girl and mind all of Aunt Terri's rules. She was still holding her skirt up as she walked up the stairs to the guestroom. She obediently changed into the childish "jammies" the wretched sales clerk had selected for her, but left the jammy pants down around her ankles when she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She nervously eyed the unwrapped bar of soap that was sitting on the counter next to her toothbrush. Why was there a fresh bar of soap there, when there was already plenty in the soap dish? Lisa shuddered as she recalled her aunt's threat to wash her mouth out for using bad language. Of course it was possible that Aunt Terri was just bluffing, but the state of Lisa's tender red fanny suggested otherwise.... As she looked at the ominous bar on the counter, she vowed to stop being such a "potty mouth." Afterward, Lisa lay on her stomach in bed, with her tingly bare fanny exposed, contemplating the strange events of the day. A few short hours ago she had been the master of her Universe. Now she was a naughty teenager sent to bed early with a well-spanked bottom. How the mighty had fallen. At first she was angry as she remembered the snotty salesclerk and her lecherous neighbor, Tommy. But, as she gingerly rubbed her tender bottom, a strange metamorphosis took place. "Maybe I WAS rude to the salesgirl," she thought. "After all, she was just trying to help. And I certainly had no right to use the 'B' word, especially in public. Aunt Terri punished me for my own good, to help me be a better person. If I ever see that salesgirl again, I'll apologize." Lisa realized she was lucky to have Aunt Terri around to give her the discipline she needed. She was still on her stomach when Aunt Terri came in, sat down next to her on the bed, and asked how she was feeling. Lisa replied that her bottom was still "awful sore." Aunt Terri took a jar of cold cream out of her pocket and began slowly rubbing Lisa's backside with the soothing lotion. At first, Lisa was embarrassed to have someone she had so recently considered a peer rub cream into her spanked fanny, but, as the soothing massage continued, she eventually relaxed. The two of them spent some time discussing Lisa's need for strict discipline, and Lisa felt confused, embarrassed, ashamed, and loved all at once. She knew that, as painful as it had been, she finally had someone who would love her, and guide her, and even correct her when necessary. Although she was anxious about what Terri had in store for the rest of the weekend -- and terrified at the idea of being spanked in front of Tommy or the store clerk -- she was also strangely relieved. Her adult worries and responsibilities were a thing of the past. No matter what, Lisa knew that Aunt Terri would be there to take care of her. She slowly drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that she was finally home. Edited by C. Lakewood