Made to behave

Charlotte was a sweet girl, but a bit adventurous. Nobody could really blame her. The only problem was her family was in the public eye of their small town with nothing much else going on. For years now, her mother had been mayor. Since Charlotte's father had moved away when she was young, her mother's opposition was always looking for opportunities to compound the scandal of the attractive single mother turned mayor. To make sure she was under a watchful eye, Charlotte's mother enlisted the help of her aunt Mary, a stern policewoman with a daughter a few years older than Charlotte to keep her in line. While Charlotte found it a hard adjustment since her cousin was familiar with the consequences of poor behavior, Charlotte eventually caught up and behaved nearly perfectly. Neither girl had needed Mary's harsh correction for a few years. Mary eventually retired and a year later Charlotte moved to a local college to continue her studies.

The girl stood out for her height, beauty, and academic performance and quickly made friends. This had led to a night of heavy drinking and eventually being taken to the police station to stay the night. Mary was friends with the booking officer and notified immediately as was Charlotte's mother. It would not be a big deal sweep this under the rug but Charlotte's picture being put in the police car had made the local paper. Her mother was furious and asked Mary to help her daughter get back on the right track. For the appearance of impartiality, Charlotte was sentenced to parole with all the other girls and assigned a young parole officer learning the ropes with such low level offenders. However, Mary insisted to act as an advisor for this officer, partially leaving retirement. The police chief agreed and allowed Mary to keep an eye on her niece. All was well until Charlotte missed a meeting with her parole officer.

Mary believed in the parole system and had not subjected Charlotte to additional punishment at the time of her arrest, despite her sister, Charlotte's mother, insisting she give her backside a spanking she would never forget. Mary thought the girl too old for such treatment over one wild night out. She knew her sister was just mad about the negative publicity more than concerned about Charlotte's behavior. However, missing the third appointment with the parole officer was unacceptable. She only had 12 and only once a month. She apologized to the young officer and told him it would not happen again, but to mark the absence. She went to Charlotte's dorm to find her lounging in the common room of her apartment-style dorm. Mary had had it with her niece. It would have been one thing if she had a good excuse. but watching television and not answering her phone was too much. She needed to bring back a method she knew to work on Charlotte.

Mary: Young lady, do you know what today is?

Charlotte: Hi aunt Mary! It's Saturday. Why are you wearing your old uniform?

Mary: Charlotte, you know I am retired and I only wear it for my partial duties these days. Does that remind you of something?

Charlotte: Oh, no. I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

Mary: You will be sorry. I doubt you will forget again. You will stand and strip. You don't seem to be wearing much anyways.

Charlotte: No aunt Mary. Please. Not here. What if my roommates come back? Besides, you can't... you know... punish me like that anymore. I'm already in college.

Mary: Punish you like what?

Charlotte: spank me.

Charlotte mumbled towards the ground and couldn't bring herself to look up.

Mary: What was that? I can't hear you. You will look at me when you speak to me.

Charlotte: You can't spank me. It's not fair.

Mary: I can and I will. I will count to 5 and if you aren't undressed, we are going to your room to find a hairbrush or a belt or whatever I think will teach you not to defy me.

Charlotte undressed hastily. Mary was correct. Charlotte only had old plain panties, some short pajama shorts and a t-shirt that was clearly from when she was younger. While she had nice shapely breasts, they weren't very large and she never really needed a bra at home. She took those off and although they were nothing fancy, she knew the routine and that she had better fold them and place them neatly out of the way.

Mary sat on the seat and waved Charlotte over her knee and Charlotte sighed and softly stomped one foot. Mary stared at her and looked towards where she thought Charlotte's room was.

Charlotte: I'm sorry aunt Mary. I didn't mean it. It's just that it's...

Mary: Shut up girl. Hurry and get over here and take your spanking like a good girl. If you act out again, there will not be any leniency or mercy. That was your last warning.

Charlotte quickly got over her aunt's knee. Her stomach was a mess of butterflies, fear, and dread. She knew girls who had routinely gotten the hairbrush or belt, but her aunt's hand was always more than enough to send her into bawling hysterics.

SMACK! came the first blow. Charlotte gritted her teeth. She was too old to cry at the beginning anymore. Her aunt would certainly spank her until she was reduced to a humiliated, sobbing girl, but she was determined to maintain some dignity. Besides, she had snapped her head up at the sound and saw the door and remembered her roommates might come back. What would they think if they saw their friend that everyone looked up too over her aunt's lap getting spanked and crying like a little girl?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mary had started slow and sped up. She was finding her pace and Charlotte went from defiant to yelping to begging to crying.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

A crying Charlotte was soon screaming as she couldn't take it anymore. Her bottom was being tortured. She knew it used to hurt this bad but she though now she was older and had started to fill out. She had been exercising and thought she was tougher. Yet when getting spanked like a naughty girl, all of that faded and she was just a naughty girl fully under the control of her aunt and her hard hard spanks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Charlotte was now limp and sobbing. She had truly submitted. The only thing she knew to do was avoid this horrible, horrible punishment from ever happening again. Mary stopped spanking her and it didn't matter, she was over her knee sobbing. Her aunt helped her up and hugged her. Reassuring her she loved her and was trying to help her improve her behavior. Charlotte nodded but couldn't find any words. Mary was aware that this was the common room that she shared with three other girls and took her to her room. Charlotte appreciated the thoughtfulness and started to recover her composure.

Charlotte: I promise I will arrive 30 minutes early to every parole meeting and never miss another one.

Mary: That's all well and good while your bottom is ablaze, but I expect to see actions to back this up. Otherwise...

Mary ran her hand over a thick leather belt she spotted in Charlotte's closet.

Mary: ... you will be having a meeting with this belt.

Charlotte shivered and nodded "yes ma'am."

Mary: Now I will talk to you parole officer about today. I will tell him we had a little talk and you understand the importance of attending these meetings.

Charlotte: Yes ma'am. Please don't tell him you spanked me.

Mary: I won't tell him as long as we don't need to have this conversation again.

Charlotte: Thank you ma'am.

Mary: I will go now.

With that Mary left. Charlotte was still battling the sniffles and tears. As Mary was leaving, two of Charlotte's roommates arrived outside the front door. They recognized Mary and asked if Charlotte was in.

Mary: Yes, but I think she is studying. I'm not sure she's in the mood for company. I would give her a half hour or so before disturbing her.

The girls went into the dorm and Mary slightly smiled at the cover she gave for her niece.