Subject: SSC: Just What She Needed (F/f)
From: Kent Stoneking <kentls001@worldnet.att.net>
Date: 5 Jul 1999 21:50:06 -0700
The teenaged girl strode steadily up the walkway and entered the house. As she shut the door behind her, a voice sounded from the living room.
"Jacqueline? Is that you?"
"Yes, Aunt Francesca," the girl replied, setting her purse and bookbag on the hall table.
"Get in here, now!"
Biting her lip nervously, Jacqueline scurried into the living room. Her apprehension grew as she saw Aunt Francesca seated in her overstuffed easy chair, a large wooden-backed hairbrush on the end table beside her.
"I know all about your chemistry exam today," Aunt Francesca stated, scowling. "Your teacher called me, so don't even try to lie your way out of this one."
Jacqueline hung her head.
"You know the rules of this house, young lady. A grade like that earns you a good spanking!"
"But, Aunt Francesca -"
"Don't argue with me, Jacqueline! Your parents are paying a lot of money for you to attend St. Catherine's! They deserve your best efforts. They've entrusted me to make sure you mind your studies, and that's just what I'm going to do! A good, long dose of my hairbrush on your bare bottom is just what you need, so bend down over my knee!"
"Yes, Aunt Francesca," Jacqueline whimpered, assuming the position. She squirmed a bit as her skirt was rucked up, a bit more as her panties were lowered to mid-thigh.
"Hold still!" Aunt Francesca instructed. "You know you have this coming!" She picked up the hairbrush and lightly tapped it against her niece's bare cheeks, once, twice, three times, then drew back and administered a solid swat. Again and again the heavy implement descended, painting the delicate flesh bright red, not ceasing until Jacqueline lay broken across her lap, crying copiously.
"All right, that's enough, I guess. Get up." Slowly, Jacqueline pushed herself to her feet, tears streaming from her eyes, rubbing and kneading her blazing rump.
"Now, go to your room and think about this," Aunt Francesca commanded, shaking the hairbrush for emphasis. "Dinner will be at the usual time, and I expect you to be prompt." Without another word, Jacqueline pulled up her panties, wiped her eyes, and left the room.
Collecting her things from the hall table, the girl trudged slowly up the stairs to her bedroom. As she set her bookbag on her desk, the bag opened and a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. She picked the paper up, smoothing it out on her desk. The label read "Chemistry 101 Exam"; below the "100%" at the top, her instructor had written, "Excellent job, Jacqueline! It's wonderful that you're finally applying yourself! Keep up the good work!"
Gingerly, Jacqueline laid down on her bed, on her side. Both hands went beneath her skirt; one behind, to soothe her throbbing, burning bottom, the other to the front, to deal with the aching there. Yes, she thought, as her fingers got busy, Aunt Francesca certainly had a way of giving her just what she needed.