Authors: Korey Mae Johnson
Sophie didn’t know how to manipulate. She knew how to panic, apparently, because she put her hands up and waved them as if she hoped to put more space between herself and her very upset, older girlfriend. “We don’t need to discuss anything,” she assured. “I’m sorry it wasn’t a bruise, but I thought it was, and therefore I don’t think I did anything wrong except misdiagnose my situation, which was brought on by no fault of my own.”
The stuffiness of the language made it sound like she had recited this—if not in the mirror up in her bedroom, then at least in her mind.
“Young lady,” Liz snapped, “don’t even start. You’re smarter than that. You couldn’t have thought it was a bruise; it was getting worse.” Sophie opened her mouth to argue about that. “It
had
gotten worse, Sophia. That’s why you needed an
emergency
root canal—that’s how infected your tooth got. Why you didn’t tell anybody about it, I don’t know, but I am fully up for an explanation.”
“I thought it was a bruise,” Sophie maintained with exasperation, but she was looking at her knees, now. Normally, when there was a diversion of the eyes it meant one thing—guilt.
“Sophia Lynn, I have had it up to here with your lying,” Liz gestured somewhere above her head. “What went through your brain?”
“The tooth was wobbly. It was gonna fall out on its own,” she said quietly, partially answering the question, and partially damning herself. Damn it all, if she wasn’t the most stubborn thing! “It wasn’t worth, like, a million dollars!”
“It was ten thousand,” Charlie chipped in firmly, “not a million. And it was
not
going to fall out on its own—though I don’t know how that was your plan. It’s not like it would have grown back if it
had
fallen out. But instead it got infected; eventually it would have poisoned your bloodstream and killed you.”
“It wasn’t going to kill me!” Sophie said, clearly not understanding how bad infections could get. After playing football for the last two decades, and helping Josh study for his MSAT, Charlie had seen some things. “I can’t
afford
ten thousand bucks! It’ll take me forever to pay you back!” She turned and pointed at Charlie, snapping, “You’ve put me in debt up to my eyeballs!”
Liz reached over, grabbed Sophie’s chin, and brought her gaze back over to her. “Sophia,” Liz said firmly, “what did you promise you’d do the first day you were here? You promised you’d let me help you; that you’d let me take care of you.”
“But I—”
“Didn’t you?” Liz demanded.
“I can’t—”
“Sophia.”
Sophie sighed and shrugged her shoulders, mewing, “Yeah.”
“Yes, Ma’am?” Liz corrected tersely.
Sophie gulped so loud that Charlie heard it feet away. “Yes, Ma’am. But… but this is charity! I can’t… Not from my
girlfriend
. I mean, what would… Nobody does that. Particularly not from a girlfriend’s
boyfriend
.”
“You’re part of the family, baby. I keep telling you this. Family can give to each other without thinking twice. That’s why they’re so great,” Liz said, softening and taking Sophie’s hands into hers. “Ten thousand dollars is nothing. That’s
coffee money
. We’d give you the
moon
if you asked for it. But that brings me to another thing…
“When Charlie or Josh are nice to you and go above and beyond to do something for you, you need to be respectful. One thing that does not make Mommy happy is having to get you to behave for Charlie over the phone. If I had been there, and you were arguing with me even a fraction as much as what I caught over the phone, I would have brought you out to the car and made you a
very
sorry little girl.”
Sophie eyes began to glaze. “I’m sorry,” she said, hanging her head.
“I’m sorry, too,” Liz sighed, picking Sophie up and setting her down on her feet, “because now I have to punish my baby, don’t I?” She put her hands on her hips.
Sophie eyed the breakfast table and her pink cheeks reddened. “But… But Mommy, I—”
Liz pointed toward the foyer. “Go up to your bedroom, grab your hairbrush, and bring it down to me, young lady.”
Charlie glanced up, expecting to see horror, and instead seeing confusion. In fact, if Liz had told her to go bring her shrubbery, Sophie’s expression would have been identical. “My… hairbrush…” she repeated flatly.
Liz tapped her shoe impatiently, misinterpreting the confusion as stalling. “
Now
, Sophia.”
Sophie shrunk back and quickly scurried out of the kitchen.
“Liz,” Josh sighed adoringly, “you are the hottest woman in creation right now. So…” He shook his head. “I don’t know… Toppy, goddess-like, totally in your element.”
Liz smiled at Josh, flattered, but Charlie smirked thoughtfully. “I don’t think she fully understands what you plan to do with her hairbrush, Liz.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Charlie,” Liz huffed. “Of course she knows.”
Charlie argued by raising an eyebrow in her direction. “I don’t know…” He shrugged. “I don’t think she was properly dread-filled.”
“
Mommy
!” Sophie was currently calling from the balcony, her voice deliciously whiny. “C’
mon
! Don’t spank me
with
anything! This will actually hurt me! Like—for
life
!”
Josh poorly stifled a laugh, emitting instead a retching noise from the back of his throat as he doubled over, his head nearly on the table. That got Charlie doing exactly the same thing, particularly when Liz covered her eyes with exasperation.
“It’s going to hurt even more if you keep stalling, Sophia!” Liz eventually called back.
“Eeeaahh!” came a long, drawn-out, disapproving whine.
The laughing for the men, at this point, was nearly impossible to repress. “Stop it!” Liz hissed firmly. “Stop it—both of you. Charlie—you know better. Josh—one word or
snicker
out of you and I will enter you into the next pony-boy show, I shit you not,” she warned, pointing at Josh.
The thought of Josh naked except for horse attire sobered both men long before Sophie shuffled slowly back into the kitchen. An ice-cold shower wouldn’t have worked such magic on Charlie, in particular, who wanted to get that image out of his mind as soon as possible.
It wasn’t hard to focus on Sophie now, because she was slouched over, slumping with nervousness. If she had a tail, it would have been between her legs.
She held the brush close to her chest with both hands. “Please,” she whimpered miserably. “Please don’t. Not with the hairbrush. Not in front of
people
… Please.” Her voice was very shaky and so quiet that Charlie barely heard her.
“If you don’t like being soundly spanked, my advice is to be a good girl,” Elizabeth replied firmly, her voice and posture void of all sympathy. She adjusted her seat away from the table, so it was more in the middle of the floor, then she put out her hand flat, a wordless demand for the hairbrush to be given to her.
And just that easily, Sophie was sobbing. She hadn’t even gone over the knee yet; she apparently remembered how horrible it was when it was just Liz’s hand and up in her bedroom. She was one girl who wanted to avoid this at all costs.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be difficult! I didn’t!” she cried, melting to the floor.
This was a lie—Sophie had been difficult, it had been on purpose, and she had known where it would lead her. Charlie had warned her as much the day before that Liz wouldn’t appreciate the tantrum she was practically throwing in the dentist’s office, claiming that a root canal would never happen. He told her she was going to be sorry later on. And then he had called Liz, because his threatening wasn’t working with her at all.
“Sophia Lynn, we’re simply not going to do this every time you earned yourself a spanking,” Liz sighed, getting up and walking over to the Sophie, who was doing her best impression of a puddle.
She none-too-gently grabbed the teenager by her upper arm and dragged her over to her chair, yanked the hairbrush out of Sophie’s hand, and then upended her over her firm thighs.
Charlie simultaneously felt guilty for telling Liz on her, bad for Sophie (who was having a miserable morning and it wasn’t even eight-thirty yet), and aroused. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time his member had felt this uncomfortably stiff. His cock was trying to bust through his pants, ready to fuck the first thing that moved or be used as a club to kill a mountain lion.
He moved his hand as if to brush his cock, then stopped himself. He was too aroused for even adjusting himself!
Whatever you do,
Charlie demanded inwardly,
do not cream your pants like you’re a twelve-year-old boy who just squeezed his first tit. You’re thirty-two years old, for God’s sake! You’ve seen Liz spank tons of girls!
He hadn’t seen her spank
this
one, though. His leg twitched excitedly as he watched Liz, gritting her teeth, pull up the girl’s skirt and yank the cloth over her back, exposing to his eyes the white triangle covering of Sophie’s cotton panties over her heart-shaped bottom. Sophie’s bottom was already clenching with anticipation, but the shape was retained. She had white stockings that went up mid-thigh before they met her hanging-down garters.
Liz reached behind her, placed the hairbrush on the counter behind her chair, and grabbed the girl’s panties so that they exposed more skin. Then she struck the milky skin with a loud, firm slap that rang in the room as Sophie blubbered, “No-ho-ho-ho…”
Liz continued to let her firm smacks rain down on that squirming bottom, adjusting herself when Sophie wiggled too much, and quickly pinning her hand to the small of her back as soon as the girl reached back to cover herself, which only took maybe three slaps before Sophie made the move to do just that.
“No, you don’t!” Liz gritted. “We’ve just begun, Sophia! I should not be giving you another spanking because of the same bull-headedness I had to spank you for two weeks ago! Apparently, I didn’t spank hard enough!”
Liz had perfect form when it came to spanking. As far as Charlie was concerned, the woman was an artist. Not just because of her lecturing words, her tone, her posture, and the way she held her little wayward girlfriend in place, but by the way she let every stinging swat settle, let Sophie’s bottom jiggle from the slap of her hand, and allowed Sophie to react to every blow.
Then, just as Charlie figured that the moment couldn’t get any better, mid-lecture, Liz grabbed the top of Sophie’s panties and pulled them clear down to her stockings. Sophie sniffled and bawled and protested, kicking her feet as hard as she could to try to get them to find the laminate tile, but her feet fell short of reaching the floor at all.
All of her pink, lovely skin was now visible to Charlie’s and Josh’s eyes. Sophie was absolutely miserable about it; he could see the misery in her face and in her cries, but when her bottom wiggled, he saw evidence of her slick wetness on her inner thigh.
As horrible as this was for her, it was still arousing the darling little thing.
Sophie continued both crying and sniffling; her little pink face winced with pain and humiliation. Liz didn’t even reach for the hairbrush nearby until Sophie’s crying had reached a level where she was barely keeping herself together and she was making all sorts of promises that she didn’t plan, nor did she have the ability, to keep.
Josh moved suddenly, which startled Charlie into jerking his face over to see him cover his ears just before Liz struck with the hairbrush.
The hairbrush itself was a frighteningly loud implement that made a sickening, cracking noise when it hit Sophie’s hot-pink bottom, but it was the scream the girl emitted that made him follow Josh’s idea and clap his own hands over his ears. The screams were followed by her frantic blubbering and caterwauling.
Liz pretended, somehow, that Sophie wasn’t making any noise at all. “Do you know what happens to little girls who hold things inside like you have, then behave like you did?” Liz continued. “This could be so much worse. One more time and you will get a bad-baby weekend that you’ll never forget! Diapers, bottles, nap times, and long—hard—
spankings
.” The hairbrush slapped down over and over, punishing the flesh underneath.
From the egg-shaped, dark red welts across Sophie’s bottom and upper thighs, Charlie had a feeling that the girl would be sitting tenderly for a while.
She gave about five more slaps with the hairbrush until she put it back down on the counter and rubbed her hand soothingly against the crying girl’s red bottom. “Now Sophia, you’re going to get your nose in that corner over there and then you’ll put that naughty bottom of yours on display. When you’re there, I want you to think about how you’d feel if
you
donated half of a day to helping out a girl who needed a kick in the pants, and then had her kick her feet the entire time and never thanked you for it.”
Liz had to help Sophie to her feet and guide her over to the same corner she’d been sent into by Charlie less than a day ago, where Liz tucked Sophie’s skirt’s bottom into its waistband and proudly showed off how red Sophie’s bottom was against the dark blue and whites of the framing fabric around the area.
Sophie sniveled miserably, her whole body shaking and rattling with sobs, and Liz went over to finish her coffee and a croissant that she found in the little pastry display. She was in a cool-down mode, apparently, because she looked a little more on edge and no-nonsense than she usually did.
Charlie didn’t care; when she sat next to him, he searched for her hand, squeezed it, then moved it to the bulge growing in his pants, giving her a seductive look.
At first, Liz pulled her hand away, giving him a ‘now’s not a good time; what’s the matter with you?’ look. After a moment, she returned her hand to that bulge, running her hand over it and raising her eyebrows with surprise. “Wow,” she mouthed to him, then she gave him a seductive grin and a squeeze, to which his whole body jerked in tense response. He even grabbed the edge of the table, but then she patted his inner thigh and returned her hand to her coffee, which was good for his plan of not creaming the front of his pants, despite that part of his brain that wished she would keep squeezing.