Anna, you have some explaining to do.

Anna was overworked. She had just left school and had found a job in town to stay close to her grandma who raised her. She didn’t have many prospects in their small town and none that required a higher education, so she got a job coordinating port logistics in their small fishing town. With the decreasing returns and increasing labor costs, she was the only coordinator for the entire dock and had been learning from an older person who was past retirement age but had no replacement. She worked long shifts often and needed to relax.

To make matters worse, her boyfriend had gone to a prestigious university six hours away. Her boyfriend would come home some weekends and on holidays, but she was worried she might be replaced. The college girls he knew might have nails painted with cute designs and know the latest trends in make-up and fashion. She worked in an office on the port but spent enough time out on the dock that make-up would just run, her uniform was a jumpsuit to easily identify her as port staff, and they were short-staffed so helping on the docks when needed meant her nails were unpainted and hard to keep totally clean. She was determined to keep his attention. When she would video call at night, she would sometimes show him all of her to remind him what was waiting at home.

The only problem was her grandma had signed her house over to Anna and felt it important Anna keep it in the family. She had it especially designed to keep the design from her homeland of Japan. Her grandma was traditional and wanted to preserve as much traditional preservation in their family lineage as possible. Therefore, Anna lived with her grandma and had to gamble when she wanted to balance her appeal to her boyfriend with avoiding her grandma discovering the activities that she knew would not be acceptable in her house.

Her grandma had gone to sleep but Anna’s room was adjacent, so she went to the family room to talk with her boyfriend. Once her grandma slept, she was usually out until morning. However, her grandma’s doctor had told her it is important to drink plenty of water, so she had to go to the restroom. When she was on her way back to the bedroom, she remembered she had left her cell phone in the family room instead of bringing it to charge. Besides, it would give her a chance to see Anna and her boyfriend. He was such a nice young man. They were both so well-behaved, her heart swelled with maternal pride just thinking about it.

She slid open the door to the family room and saw Anna talking to her boyfriend, but Anna was completely nude! She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even know what to say. Anna scrambled to cover herself saying “grandma! Get out!” Her grandma got out alright. She just needed to collect her jaw from the floor first. There was one solution to this. Anna’s mother was rebellious too and there was a tool that always helped her remember to behave.

Anna told her boyfriend she thought the coast was clear, but she should probably get dressed. She put her shirt back on first. She didn’t wear anything underneath it at night. She got her panties and put them on and heard the door slide open again. It was her grandma. In her hand was the bamboo futon beater that she used to rid their mattresses and sheets of dust. Anna knew what that was for. She had seen her grandma use it often on sheets, but knew it was bound for her bottom from three past experiences. She thought she had outgrown this, and it was only for exceptionally bad behavior. She didn’t know what the big deal was. She was talking to her boyfriend and her grandma had kids at her age anyways. She tried to tell her boyfriend she had to go and sign off, but just before she reached the mouse, her grandma grabbed her arm and pulled her to the small table in the middle of the room. “Bend over and hold the table. You had better not let go unless you want me to wake your grandpa.” Anna complied and looked at the screen. She saw that her boyfriend could see her backside and grandma and hear it all. Why didn’t he hang up? Anna thought for sure he would hang up. He knew what was coming and knew Anna wouldn’t want him to see but he was frozen. He couldn’t look away. Then Anna’s grandma pulled her panties down to her ankles and saw Anna had shaved her vagina because she heard that’s what the college girls were doing. Her grandma was not impressed. Her grandma lectured “I know young girls shave that these days to attract boys, but you already have a nice boy, why are you shaving like that? Are you looking for other boys? It’s not like you had many hairs there anyways so what’s the difference?” Anna was so embarrassed. She knew her boyfriend was hearing every word.

Then came the first WHACK of the futon beater on her bare bottom. She yelped. She was such a cry baby with spankings. In the summer when the windows were open, she was sure the whole neighborhood heard her. Luckily it was winter. The second hard WHAP came down and she cried out. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

WHACK! WHAP! SLAP! SMACK! WHAP! SLAP! SMAKC! WHACK!

Anna felt her whole bottom and upper thighs stinging and burning. She tried to catch her breath as she was crying and sobbing. Then the next set started.

WHACK! SMACK! SLAP! WHACK! WHAP! WHAM! SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

Anna was still holding the table but picking up her feet and kicking them out after each smack. She looked over and throught he tears in her eyes, she saw her boyfriend was still watching. Her grandma scolded her, “I hope you will remember to wear clothes in this house and not show your naked body over the internet. Now tell your boyfriend you are sorry he had to see you spanked like a naughty little girl and sign off and we will go to bed. I better not catch you out here later.”

Anna went to the computer and said “I’m sorry you had to see me spanked like a naughty little girl. I have to go to bed now.” Her boyfriend said “It’s ok have a good night” and dropped the call. Anna closed the computer and went to the door. Her grandma grabbed her arm and marched her to her bedroom and told her to go to bed and goodnight. Anna went in and slept on her stomach and regretted not having her fan to aim at her bottom.