Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Samantha had never felt so humiliated in all her life.
There was a room on the third floor of Auntie Athena’s place, a dreaded space that the Littles only talked about in hushed whispers.
The spanking room.
Auntie Athena didn’t like taking cuties there. She’d made that much clear. Athena would much rather discuss things, give second chances, and dispense hugs instead of discipline.
But sometimes, well… a Little was so naughty that even Auntie Athena couldn’t look the other way.
Like right now. And Samantha was that Little.
Or Tonya was.
It didn’t matter who was getting blamed for this, Samantha thought. Tonya had started as a way to disassociate herself and live the life she’d always dreamed of. But there would be no way to disassociate from the pain that awaited her bottom.
Ouch!
This was going to suck.
Wearing a diaper didn’t seem like such a bad idea now. At least then the soft, cottony cushioning would absorb the paddle’s impact. As it was, she only had the thin layers of her jeans and panties to shield her cheeks, and she doubted they’d do much good.
The thud of the door closing jarred Samantha. She turned around to see Auntie Athena wearing a stern gaze. Yet there was still something caring in her eyes. There always was.
Kendrick stood next to her.
That’s what made Samantha the most nervous.
She wasn’t sure why, either. Was it because he probably spanked harder than Athena?
Or was it because she was worried he’d recognize her?
They were in very close proximity. This was an intimate moment, of sorts.
If he was going to realize who Tonya truly was, this was the sort of moment when it would happen.
That fear, combined with the dreaded anticipation of the discipline, had her heart beating overtime. Part of her wanted to run. She knew the rules—Auntie Athena would never force punishment on anyone. That was illegal, anyway. But Auntie wasn’t that type of person.
But if a Little chose to say, well, they had to subject themselves to the rules.
And even though Tonya was never appearing at the nursery after today—she’d be in New York City, for all everyone knew—Samantha still couldn’t bring herself to duck out on this.
She’d earned it.
What’s going on with you? You actually feel guilty about how big a brat you’ve been? You actually want to do the right thing and accept your consequences? Tonya wouldn’t care. She’d get out of there and leave others to deal with her fallout.
Samantha tried desperately to silence the voice in her head. It wasn’t helping any.
She had a bigger problem right now, anyway. Kendrick was looking closely at her. Almost studying her.
Oh no! This is it! He realizes who I am!
But after a long tense moment, he gave no indication that was the case. He just looked irritated.
Oh boy. She was really in for it.
It was Auntie Athena who spoke first.
“Honey, do you know why you’re getting this spanking?”
Samantha almost answered in her normal voice. Thankfully, she realized it at the last second and pivoted to Tonya’s slightly different sound and cadence. “Because I threw snowballs at Iris, Cami, Annika, and Lana.”
“That’s part of it.”
Samantha stood up straighter and pleaded with her eyes as she said, “Other people were throwing snowballs, too!”
Athena nodded. “Yes. There were other Littles having snow fights. But they all wanted to be out there doing that. You tricked the girls, luring them out there so you could ambush them. Even when they told you to stop, you kept at it, putting the snow in their hair and messing up their pretty dresses.”
The Little thought of reminding Athena and Kendrick that she wasn’t the only one who’d taken part in that.
Her two accomplices had actually planned the whole thing.
They were the ones who’d taunted the other girls for wearing diapers, too.
But it didn’t matter. In the past, Tonya had always been the ringleader of such infractions.
It was only right that she was bearing most of the blame now.
Though Monica was currently getting her fanny paddled in the room next to them by Auntie Caroline. Marissa, on the other hand, had chosen to leave the nursery forever.
Coward, Samantha thought with distaste in her mouth.
Tonya was a raging brat. But at least she didn’t cut and run when things got tough. That was one positive thing that could be said about her.
Probably the only positive thing…
“I’m sorry,” she grumbled.
“Well, thank you for apologizing. But it needs to be directed at the girls. Not me,” Athena told her. “Now, I want you to bend over, grab your ankles, and stick that bottom in the air. Uncle Kendrick is going to give you your spanking.”
Samantha wondered how Kendrick felt about being called Uncle. It was obvious he didn’t like Tonya.
Would he still like Samantha if he knew the truth?
Even as she was pondering that, she realized Kendrick was taking a spanking instrument off a peg where it hung on the wall. There were several—including paddles, canes, and wooden spoons. But the one he took was a two-thronged leather strap.
Oh no! That was going to sting for sure!
She supposed that was the point of a spanking.
“I think fifteen licks sound good. Don’t you, Kendrick?” Athena said.
“Sounds about right,” he replied. “Of course, if she breaks position, I’ll add a couple extra.”
Samantha was resolved not to do that. She figured he wanted nothing more than to give her some extra swats. She’d deny him that satisfaction.
If she could…
Once she was in position, she heard Auntie say, “Hold still, young lady. This will all be over shortly and you will have learned a valuable lesson. Remember—we don’t discipline you out of anger or because we dislike you.
Honey, you are valuable. We care about you.
But you need to learn the difference between right and wrong. We are investing in you.”
A tear streamed down Samantha’s face.
She believed Auntie’s words. Well, at least as far as Athena went. She wasn’t so sure about Kendrick. He was probably going to get great satisfaction in spanking Tonya.
And she couldn’t really blame him.
Her mind was made up not to protest, however. So, a moment later, she braced herself as she awaited the first swat.
Whack!
The forked leather strap delivered an unforgiving sting that had Samantha instantly questioning her decisions. It felt as if flames were racing across her bottom. Could she really do this fourteen more times? Or should she blurt her safeword and leave the nursery forever?
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The sound was jarring. But the impact was far more so. Her knees knocked. Samantha’s neck muscles bulged as she gritted her teeth.
This was every bit as dreadful as she’d anticipated. Perhaps even more so.
She tried to emotionally relocate; to shift her thoughts to anything but the present moment and what she was experiencing.
The mall. That wonderful date she’d had last night. The fact that she’d finally eaten at Musso and Frank’s. The excitement of going to the Guard’s mansion this evening.
None of it worked.
The pain intensified as Kendrick delivered blow after excruciating blow.
She lost count of how many swats she’d already received. That was a good thing, she supposed. It was better not to know how many were left.
Whatever the number, it was too large, that was for sure.
Apparently, ignorance was not a luxury they would afford her.
“Only three more,” Kendrick announced after a few moments.
Only three more? she thought to herself. That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one whose bottom is freaking on fire!
It seemed as if the spanking had gone on for an eternity. She could only imagine how striped and red her bottom must be.
This was absolutely the worst physical pain she’d ever endured.
And Kendrick wasn’t of a mind to let her off easy now, it seemed. Because he dragged those three swats out, spacing them apart to where she anticipated each one. They were just far enough away from each other to keep her bottom from going numb. So she felt each blow in all its painful glory.
By the time the spanking was over, she was bawling her eyes out.
It was Auntie Athena who wrapped her up in a tight hug.
“There, there, little girl. It’s okay. The spanking is over now. Shhh.”
They swayed for a moment. The affection felt good, but Samantha couldn’t help but wish she was in Kendrick’s arms.
Maybe her night would end that way… sans the spanking, of course.
Those comforting thoughts faded from her mind as she realized that the spanking was over, but the discipline was not.
A diaper was in her future. And as Auntie held her hand and led her from the discipline room down one floor and to the nursery, she realized it was happening sooner rather than later.