Back to Her Teens: A Lesbian Ageplay Spanking Romance

“I know it’s still kind of early, but why don’t you go ahead and get changed into your jammies for me?” suggested Dana in that same casual tone of voice she often used whenever she was actually giving an order, drawing in close behind her niece and giving her a friendly pat on the seat of her jeans after they’d finished the grand tour of her new home. “I don’t want you staying up all night tonight.”

“Oh, um, yeah… sure,” mumbled Rhen, absent-mindedly rubbing at the spot where Dana had just popped her as she dumped her two bags off at her new desk.

Though the world outside of her second-story window was bathed in the dim glow of soft summer twilight, the overhead lights mounted to the base of her ceiling fan were more than up to the challenge of illuminating her modestly-sized bedroom with a warm and friendly glow.

The room itself wasn’t all that much bigger than the one she’d had back on campus, but with only a single desk and a dresser to take up most of its space, along with a queen-size bed dominating the far wall, it truly felt like a palace to the broadly grinning sophomore.

Oh yeah, this is way better than living in the dorms, she mused as she walked in a slow circle around her brand new bedroom, only half-listening to whatever her aunt was saying as she ran her hands across the smooth surfaces of the furniture, marveling at how soft the carpet felt between her toes. I could definitely get used to this… even with all the spankings.

“Rhen… Rhen! Are you even listening to me, young lady?”

“Oh!” she squeaked, coming to a sudden stop as her aunt’s pointed question popped the contemplative bubble she’d been caught up in for the last minute or so. “Um, sorry about that. What were you saying?”

Dana fixed her with another hard glare then, and Rhen thought for sure she was about to find out firsthand just how it felt to be put over her knee while she was sitting on the edge of her new bed, or perhaps maybe how sturdy her desk chair was as she bent across the back of it. But instead her aunt just blew out an exasperated huff and flashed her a tolerant smirk.

“I said that I want you to get ready for bed,” she repeated, letting some steel creep into her voice as her smirk twisted into something a bit more dangerous. “Better be careful there, cutie pie. You don’t want to spend your first night here sleeping on your tummy, do you?”

“It’s kind of a little too late to start worrying about that now, wouldn’t you say?” snickered Rhen, giving her bottom an overdramatic rub.

“Oh is that so?” countered Dana, not missing a beat, a wicked twinkle in her eyes as she took hold of the younger girl’s upper arm and started dragging her toward her bed. “Because it sounds to me like someone needs to have her attitude adjusted, again.”

“Yes ma’am! Er, I mean, no ma’am!” spluttered Rhen excited panic seizing hold of her lower abdomen as she broke free from her aunt’s loose grip and scurried over to her desk and the backpack full of clothes she’d left there. “I mean… Right, okay! Get changed. Got it. I can do that!”

“Are you sure?” asked Dana with mock-concern, staring the younger girl down as she began to wriggle out of her jeans and pursing her lips to hold back a snort of laughter threatening to escape from her. “I really don’t mind, you know, cutie pie.”

“I’m sure!” squeaked the younger girl, hauling her t-shirt off and tossing it in the general direction of where her jeans had flown when she’d kicked them away.

“Well, if you say so…” replied the auburn haired older woman with a seemingly unconvinced shrug. “In that case, I’ll go fix us some dinner, then.”

Turning on her heel, she began to make her way out of the room, calling over her shoulder as she went.

“Oh, and by the way, don’t worry about unpacking anything tonight. We’ll take care of all that tomorrow morning. You just come down and help me out after you’ve finished changing, alright?”

“Sure thing,” nodded Rhen, flashing her retreating back a thumbs up and sighing in relief as the butterflies in her stomach started to settle down now that it was clear that she wasn’t about to take another trip over the intimidating older woman’s knee.

Or was she?

She felt her stomach tighten up with panic again as she watched Dana stop in the doorway suddenly, but relaxed just as quickly as she turned back to regard her with a warm, maternal smile.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Rhen. Welcome home.”

Touched by the simple gesture, Rhen beamed, unable to do much more than that just then as her heart swelled with joy in her chest.

Swallowing hard, she crossed her new room in three quick strides and threw her arms around the equally-beaming older woman, burying her face into her chest.

“Thanks, Aunt Dana! I’m so excited to be here!”

—

Fifteen minutes later, Rhen finally got around to slipping into something comfortable to sleep in, pulling on the first things she found shoved in near the top of her backpack that looked like they’d more or less fit the bill. She would have done it sooner, but after Dana had left her alone, she’d gotten caught up in exploring every nook and cranny of her new bedroom and the little bathroom that was all hers just down the hall from it. And while her initial explorations might have eaten up a decent chunk of her time, what really held her up had been the ten or so minutes she’d spent ogling her bottom and thighs in the full-length mirror beside her closet door.

Rhen hadn’t had a chance to properly survey the results of a trip across her aunt’s lap yet since the first two times it had happened she’d been whisked away into a corner immediately after she’d been put back on her feet, and she hadn’t dared try checking herself out in her mirror back in the dorms that evening since she still had an audience watching her every move as she cleaned her room. As a result, she was very curious to see what state her rear end had been left in. It had certainly felt like her bottom was on fire at the time when she’d been getting spanked, that was for sure.

But now that the heat had faded away to only a mild soreness, how bad could it really be?

“Holy crap!”

The sight that greeted her as she’d slipped her panties down to her knees had been enough to take her breath away.

Her tush was just so… so, red!

Rhen was no stranger when it came to admiring her own well-spanked butt in the mirror. She’d certainly been punished enough times growing up with her grandma to be familiar with the sight, but clearly her Aunt Dana was in a league all of her own when it came to dishing out discipline.

Not that that’s much of a surprise, she snickered to herself as she kneaded her tender flesh, reveling in the ache her questing fingers produced and gnawing at her lower lip to suppress a moan. She’s clearly gotten more than enough practice running her daycare.

She could feel her knees wobbling beneath her as she found a particularly sensitive spot and gave it a hard squeeze, imagining that it was the older woman’s strong hands gripping her.

“Oh god!”

My poor ass.

So far Dana had already spanked her three times in less than a week. And although Rhen fully acknowledged that she’d earned each and every swat, it was still a rather inauspicious way to start things off between the two of them as far as she was concerned. Then again, she supposed that she was still trying to look at the situation through the eyes of Rhen, the twenty-year-old college sophomore who was majoring in computer science. Three spankings in the span of just a handful of days was probably pretty normal for Rhen, the bratty thirteen-year-old who’d just moved in with her strict auntie.

Now that thought made her swallow hard as a smile began creeping toward the corners of her lips.

She’d definitely need to make more of an effort to behave herself from then on if she ever wanted to sit down comfortably for more than two days in a row.

Or not.

She shrugged.

If spankings were going to be a regular part of her life from then on anyway, then she might as well have fun earning them, right?

She certainly thought so.

—

Drawn ever onward by the alluring scents of garlic bread and simmering meat sauce, Rhen quickly padded her way on bare feet across the cold hardwood floor of the hall outside her bedroom and down the stairs.

Scurrying into the kitchen, she found her aunt standing in front of the stove there, shaking out a box of spaghetti noodles into a bubbling pot of boiling water.

“There you are! I thought you might have gotten lost up there,” she teased by way of greeting as Rhen stepped up to the stove beside her, practically drooling.

However a frown quickly replaced her sly grin, dragging the corners of her mouth down with it as she caught sight of what the younger girl was wearing.

“Um, excuse me, little girl,” she growled, voice growing low and dangerous as she turned her head to look her up and down more closely. “I thought I told you to get ready for bed?”

“I uh… I thought I did?” answered a confused Rhen, feeling a twinge of worry in her stomach at the disapproving look her aunt flashed her.

She cast a quick glance down to confirm that she hadn’t accidentally forgotten to change her clothes in her haste to run downstairs for food.

She hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“I told you to put on your pajamas, dear,” explained the older woman patiently, rolling her eyes heavenward as she stirred the pot of spaghetti beside her without even looking. “Not some ratty old gym clothes.”

“Oh, oops. Yeah, I don’t have any of those,” laughed Rhen as the tension eased from her shoulders.

She gestured offhandedly at the oversized t-shirt and loose pair of basketball shorts she was currently wearing as makeshift sleepwear and shrugged her narrow shoulders. Her outfit honestly wasn’t all that different from the one she’d worn that day the two of them had first met, although her current ensemble was far baggier.

“I usually just wear something like this to bed, or whatever I happen to have on at the time, you know?”

“Oh no, this will never do,” clucked her aunt, plucking at one of the sleeves of her bulky t-shirt and wrinkling her nose. “I guess we’ll just have to add jammies to the list of things to get you while we’re out tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” asked Rhen with a sly grin, cocking her head to the side curiously. “What’s going on tomorrow?”

“Ah darn it! That was supposed to be a surprise,” huffed Dana, lightly slapping her forehead in annoyance. “Well, I guess there’s no real harm in telling you now that the cat’s out of the bag.”

Turning the heat on her burner down to low, she turned to face her with an ear to ear grin, clapping excitedly.

“You and I are going to the mall tomorrow so I can buy you a brand new wardrobe!”

“Wait, we are?” asked Rhen, not quite believing what she was hearing.

“That’s right,” confirmed Dana in a self-satisfied sing-song. “I was kind of on the fence about whether or not we should, but after getting an up close and personal look at what you have wear, or more to the point, what you don’t have, while I was helping you pack, I thought that it would be best if we just started over totally fresh with all new, and actually age appropriate, clothes for you. Now doesn’t that sound like fun, cutie pie?”

“Oh wow, that’s really nice of you, Aunt Dana,” gushed the younger girl, honestly taken aback by the kind gesture. “But um… are you sure? I mean, that’s a lot of money to be spending on me, and my clothes are pretty okay for the most part… kinda. You really don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Of course I’m sure, dear, and I’m more than happy to do it,”

replied Dana with an airy wave as she moved over to pull open the door to the oven a few inches.

After peering inside to check on the garlic bread for a moment, she nodded to herself and pulled the door the rest of the way down. Then, slipping on a pair of thick mittens, she waggled one of them at the black haired girl in her raggedy gym clothes in an admonishing gesture.

“You’re my niece now, and I won’t have you running around like some sort of scrappy ragamuffin. So quit trying to talk me out of it unless you want another spanking, missy.”

“Hah! Well, if you insist,” snorted Rhen, feeling her chest flutter at the wink her aunt gave her in spite of the fact that she knew that she was just joking about spanking her again.

Probably.

“Is there anything I can do to help pay you back at least?” she pressed, thighs squirming together in spite of herself as she watched her slide a cookie sheet with half a dozen pieces of garlic bread out of the oven and set it onto a cooling rack on the island behind her.

The question was mostly rooted in a genuine urge to want to be helpful, but part of her also hoped to use it as a means to help preserve some small sliver of her adult identity. Somehow she felt that if she at least worked for her new clothes, then it would be a mostly equal exchange between two adults, rather than a doting aunt spoiling her favorite niece.

“Oh, think nothing of it, sweetie. I’m your aunt, and it’s my job to make sure you have everything you need to be happy and healthy,”

dismissed Dana, giving her a tender look as she quickly plucked pieces of hot garlic bread from off of the cookie sheet and stacked them onto a paper plate beside her. “But now that you mention it, I will be giving you a list of chores that you’ll need to take care of while you’re living here. I know that school keeps you pretty busy, but part of the reason why you’re here in the first place is so that I can instill some actual discipline into you, and no niece of mine is going to spend all her free time just lying around doing nothing. Is that understood?”

“Um, yes ma’am!” squeaked Rhen, blushing as she shuffled in place, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of her oversized t-shirt.

“Awww, I love how polite you get whenever you’re feeling shy,”

Dana cooed, reaching out to gently run her fingers through the loose tresses of the shorter girl’s midnight black hair. “Now be a good girl for me and take those shorts off.”

“What, why?” squawked Rhen, her hands flying back to clutch her still tender tush as panic gripped her heart. Had she really somehow just stumbled into another spanking so soon after her last one? “I’ve been good!”

“Oh honey, you’re not in in trouble,” laughed the older woman, her face breaking into a wide grin at the sudden and vehement reaction she’d managed to get from her niece. She reached out and put a reassuring hand on one of her shoulders, locking eyes with her and letting her see that she wasn’t upset or angry in the slightest. “However, in this house, little girls wear their jammies to bed. But since you don’t have any of those, I’m willing to make an exception and let you sleep in your shirt and panties for tonight. But those shorts are coming off. Now.”

Dana gave the shoulder in her hand a light squeeze then, lending her words an extra edge of authority that quelled any potential whining as they sent a surge of nervous exhilaration pulsing between Rhen’s still-squirming thighs.

“And you can go ahead and throw those ratty things away while you’re at it too. They’re full of holes, and I can see them fraying in at least two spots from here. We’ll be getting you a couple new pairs tomorrow though, so don’t you worry your cute little caboose one bit, alright?”

“Yes ma’am,” sighed Rhen with a mixture of relief and acute embarrassment as she slipped her hands beneath the tattered hem of her oversized t-shirt and let her faded shorts fall to her feet in a heap.

Well, at least my shirt sort of covers my butt, she thought to herself with a grimace as she gathered up her discarded shorts from the floor and moved to throw them away in the trash can beside the back door. She gave the front of her t-shirt’s hem an experimental tug as she went, trying to coax another inch or two of coverage out of it, but all she succeeded in doing was inadvertently making the back of it ride up to more fully expose the seat of her pastel pink panties. I just wish there was something I could do about the thighs…

“That’s much better, dear. Thank you,” cooed Dana, once again stirring around the noodles in her pot. “Now why don’t you go ahead and set the table while I finish up here?”

“Uh, yeah, sure… no problem,” answered a red-faced Rhen dutifully, moving over to one of the cabinets above the sink and rising up onto her tiptoes to get at the plates inside.

“Good girl.”

Despite how mortifying it was to be forced to spend the rest of her evening pantsless, Rhen had to admit that the cool caress of the air conditioning blowing through the kitchen was a welcome relief indeed on her sore bottom as she bustled about the room gathering up dishes and silverware to set the table with. Even better, once she was actually seated, her bare legs and thighs were all but invisible thanks to the broad oak table covering them.

It was just too bad that the chair she was sitting on was so hard and uncomfortable.

“You know, Aunt Dana, you really ought to think about buying

some of those little cushions you can tie to the backs of your table chairs to make them more comfortable.”

“Awww, is someone having a hard time sitting down for dinner?”

“Um, no!” squeaked Rhen, quickly averting her gaze from her aunt’s smug grin. “It was just uh, you know… just a suggestion. Never mind!”

“Uh-huh,” she answered slowly, her eyebrows quirked upward in a knowing look. “I’ll tell you what, honey. If you’re still sore tomorrow, you can sit on your pillow for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

Rhen didn’t say anything, but the flush of hot pink in her cheeks as she busied herself with twirling her fork around some spaghetti was answer enough for her aunt.

—

After another delicious meal wherein she found herself eating far more than she’d been expecting to, apparently non-cafeteria food tasted way better than she’d remembered, Rhen could feel exhaustion creeping in all around her. She’d managed to polish off over half the pieces of garlic bread all by herself in between two heaping helpings of spaghetti and meat balls, and now all she wanted to do was curl up somewhere and fall asleep while her body digested it all.

It was such a shame that no matter how much she seemed to eat, her figure still remained so lithe and tiny.

“I think it’s about time that someone climbed aboard the Beddy-Bye Express. How about you?” cooed Dana as she gathered up their plates and moved to deposit them beside the sink where she could take care of them later.

“But it’s not even nine yet,” whined Rhen as she stretched in her chair and stifled a yawn. “I thought you said my bed time wasn’t supposed to be until nine-thirty.”

“It’s actually ten-thirty on weekends,” the older woman corrected her with a patient laugh as she moved behind Rhen and eased her chair back from the table for her. “But I think it would be best if we started getting you used to actually going to bed before the sun rises as soon as possible.”

Helping her niece back to her feet, she gave the tip of her nose a playful tap and then grinned from ear to ear as her brows dipped down into an adorable little scowl.

“Come along now, cutie pie. I’ll tuck you in.”

For a brief moment Rhen considered trying to come up with some excuse to stay awake longer. Maybe she could squeeze another hour or two out of her aunt by claiming that she needed to work on homework? But the tingling warmth still radiating from her backside coupled with the weights pressing down on her eyelids were more than enough to get her to abandon that train of thought almost immediately. Instead she just yawned again and let herself be led back upstairs by the hand and into her bedroom, where her aunt tucked her in under the covers, and kissed her forehead goodnight.

“Sweet dreams, hon.”

Rhen tried to respond, to say goodnight and thank the marvelous red haired woman for all of the kindness she’d shown her over the last week, but all that managed to escape her lips was an incoherent mumble as her eyes drifted closed and she slipped off into dreamland.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”