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....

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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....

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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