For a Flower III: Gwen
by Horizon

copyright 2005 by Horizon, all rights reserved

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THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT DO NOT READ THIS. If you do not like spanking stories, do not read this. Fair warning given.

Thanks all for the favorable comments on my first story. I was encouraged to try a sequel. I hope you enjoy it.

The characters in this story were developed in "For a Flower I" and "For a Flower II." It is recommended that your read those first.
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For a Flower III: Gwen

Dagmar Swenson and Alice Thornsley locked their mall purchases in the trunk of Dagmar's Chevy and headed over to the high school to pick up Gwen Swenson. Earlier they had dropped her off as it was the night of the freshman ball and Gwen was too young to have a driver's license. Gwen was a trim 5 foot 6 inches tall with pale blue eyes that shone almost gray. She was well toned from her activity on the varsity volleyball team which had left her thighs muscled but not unattractively so. Her girlish butt had benefited from the exercise by adding muscle and definition and it stuck out in a most attractive fashion. She had worn her light brown hair up and away from her lovely face which emphasized her fine features and peaches and cream complexion. Hours earlier, after her interminable primping, Dagmar and Alice had dropped Gwen off at the school complex. Gwen had been on top of the world in her new halter back dress and pretty accessories. It had been a struggle but she finally had convinced her mother to let her buy a lovely gown for the dance. Dagmar was not happy with the style as she thought it was too grownup and pehaps too revealing although, as these things go it was fairly conservative. Her main problem with the dress is that Gwen would not be wearing a bra because, not even a low back brassiere would work under the backless dress. Also, while Gwen was not hugely endowed she was a 34 B on a trim frame and there was a jiggle factor to consider. Consider the effect of her new high heals adding to her stature and her girlish sway, and Gwen was the bomb!

Dagmar and Alice pulled the Chevy up to the auditorium at the pre arranged time of 10:30 PM. They entered the foyer and made small talk while they waited for Gwen. By 11:00 PM Dagmar was starting to get nervous. Gwen knew better than to keep her mother waiting « hour.

Dagmar and Alice began to search for Gwen. They checked the corridors and the concession stand; they peaked into the gymnasium trying to spot her on the dance floor while keeping a low profile. No Gwen. Then Dagmar noticed the cloak room was unattended. She decided to step inside to see if she could spot Gwen's wrap. She and Alice were very familiar with the school layout having had several children matriculate and having attended various community functions that used the facilities. Thus, they did not even break stride as, Dagmar, with Alice shadowing her as usual, stepped into the cloak room and reached out for the familiar light switch.

As she flicked on the light Dagmar gasped; Alice, ever alert, stood on tip toes and peered over her shoulder in full parrot mode. There in the privacy of the cloak room, behind the second rack of coats, was Gwen and the Rogers boy, Phillip. They were locked lip to lip and Phillip Rogers had his hand in a very indelicate place on Gwen's bust and was doing his damnedest to find a way to insert his hand around the side of the halter and Gwen was not complaining. At the light, they started and jolted apart. Gwen's eyebrows shot up and her eyelids opened to their fullest extent and then some, as she realized her mother was standing there. Gwen, managed to croak "mom!" which was very difficult as she was in the middle of an involuntary inhalation. Phillip turned ashen. Dagmar looked as though she could fry an egg on her forehead. Alice, still on tiptoes, head visible over Dagmar's shoulder, was making disapproving clucking sounds and turning her head from side to side in a scanning
motion, missing nothing.

"Phillip Rogers, don't you have some place else to be right now?" Which Phillip immediately understood to mean " run like hell, Phillip, if you want to live..." Accordingly, with a gentle squeeze of Gwen's hand in unspoken apology and sympathy, Phillip made his escape doing his best to keep more than an arm's length distance between himself and Dagmar. "Yes mam, good night Mrs. Swenson, good night Mrs. Thornsley."

"Umm Mom, I was just coming to get my wrap and meet you." said Gwen.

"Gwendolyn Marie (uh oh, both names), was that what Phillip was doing, helping you on with your wrap? Seemed just the opposite to me Did you not promise to meet me at 10:30 PM? Did we not discuss this young lady, the fact that you are too young to date and that this was a dance and that you were just going to dance?" said Dagmar, with pointed emphasis.

"Oh, Gwendolyn." Said Alice, I am so disappointed in you", Alice chimed in, burying Gwen even deeper.

Gwen gritted her teeth. "But mom ."

"Enough, Gwendolyn Marie, I'll make a better impression on you when we get home and I will correct your behavior." Gwen knew she meant to make an impression on her backside. Dagmar wisely cut off the conversation, as she needed time to chill. The ride home was silent except for Alice's fanning the flames:

"Oh Gwen, I thought you had more sense. You deserve a good hair brushing young lady."

"It's bad enough you were late and we were worried."

"Dagmar, are your going to spank her and ground her or just ground her?"

"Dagmar, remember, she has a volleyball game tomorrow, try not to leave any marks below her uniform shorts."

"Will she still be playing in the game?" Etc, etc.

Gwen ground her teeth so hard she could hear the noise inside her head. She was afraid she would crack a molar.

Finally they arrived home just as Dagmar's white knuckles began to regain color as she gripped the Chevy's wheel. This was a good thing as Dagmar never disciplined in anger. Out of the car, through the back door, up the back steps and into the kitchen of the Swenson's first floor tenement they went because, no one but company ever used the front door. They found themselves in the kitchen. Gwen tried to explain but quickly realized there was no escape and every word made it worse. What could she say, kissing boys isn't so bad? I didn't notice what he was doing with his hand? It's perfectly normal to spend time in the cloakroom with the light off? Eventually, she just stood quietly in the center of the kitchen with her eyes downcast.

As expected, Dagmar told Gwen she was going to get "what for". "Right, let's get on with it, Gwendolyn Marie" said Dagmar. "Wrap". Alice ever helpful busied herself with fetching hangers from the kitchen closet. As Gwen was about to hand the wrap to Dagmar she intercepted it and placed it on the hanger.

"Please mom, not in front of Auntie Alice?" said Gwen although she knew it was pointless to ask.

"Don't be silly Gwen. Your aunt has seen you naked thousands of times, changed your diapers and has given you many a bare bottomed spanking herself when you needed it and were in her care. It won't be the first time someone has seen you get what for-remember Mr. Anderson down at the supermarket when you tried to shoplift that lipstick. (Gwen shuddered, she remembered vividly) Besides, Auntie is *family*and perhaps an audience will make a longer lasting impression on you. You can thank your lucky stars you didn't get it on the spot in the cloakroom."

"Let me help you with that gown," said the ever helpful and oh so sweet Alice. Alice began to unfasten her gown and bring the halter forward off her shoulders hanger at the ready when suddenly she exclaimed, "Gwendolyn! Is that a hickey on your neck?"

"F***ing b-i-t-c-h" hissed Gwen drawing out the"bitch" so that it seemed to be more than one syllable. Though she felt provoked, she knew what a mistake it was and she immediately regretted that remark and even blushed as she had been brought up not to use such language.

Before she could even apologize, Dagmar grabbed Gwen by the shoulders and spun her around. Her strong hands grasped Gwen at her chin and base of her skull and firmly bent the girl to her inspection and to better light. Gwen's halter dropped to her waist baring her breasts but she was so off balance she could not even attempt to cover herself. Sure enough, Phillip had left a calling card. "GWENDOLYN!! What were you thinking? Dagmar asked rhetorically. You're going to have a very hard time sitting down this week, girl. And when I have finished lighting a fire on your behind, your Aunt will see to it that you pay the price for that last remark."

Feeling clearly involved in the punishment now, Alice stepped forward and began to help Dagmar strip Gwen out of her gown. Fasteners were quickly undone and Gwen was stepping out of the gown she had been so happy to wear earlier. She stood topless now in the kitchen, directly under the fluorescent ceiling light as Dagmar got her out of her heels. Having hung up the gown neatly, Alice stepped in and quickly tugged down her panty hose and panties. As Alice was down on one knee her face was directly level with Gwen's pubic area. Alice looked at the well defined soft brown curls and remarked, "Oh Dagmar look how nicely she has trimmed her bikini area."

She had indeed and Dagmar looked right between Gwen's legs to observe the dainty appearance and the short curls that just partly shielded the labia from view. "And to whom did you intend on showing that, young lady."

"MOTHER!" exclaimed Gwen, truly shocked, as her face turned very red.

Gwen was now naked except for her earrings. Alice dragged a straight backed kitchen chair to the ready. Dagmar ordered Gwen to place her hands on the seat of the chair. Her posterior was pointed directly at the doorway that led to the rest of the house. Anyone who entered the kitchen would be met by the sight of Gwen in her all together. Dagmar, who always thought a little humiliation made a more lasting impression on the punished, thought some aspect of Gwen's embarrassment could be improved upon and so she said, "Wait a minute my little sophisticate, we're forgetting something." And with that, Gwen was made to put her heels back on and resume her position. The heels raised her calf muscles and stretched the back of her thighs. Alice crossed her arms and observed, "Oh, yes Dagmar, that would indeed be a more meaningful position, and look how it raises up her derriere to a more accessible angle for punishment."

"Alice, said Dagmar, would you be a dear and lend me the hairbrush from your purse." Alice always carried a hairbrush in case her children needed discipline so they could receive it on the spot without delay. She was a firm believer in swift and public punishment.

"Goodness, I am sorry, Dagmar. "I don't have it today. I am not out with my children and I never thought that Gwen would need such punishment, she has always been so sweet." Then without noticeable pause, Alice reached behind her to the strainer and grasped a spatula. It was 14 inches long with the flat end bent away at 30 degrees. The business end had seven elliptical holes in it, equally spaced over 360 degrees for drainage. It had a wooden handle riveted to the stainless steel core. "Will this do, Dagmar?" said Alice, in her sweetest, most saccharin voice as she offered her sister in law the tool.

Dagmar flexed the spatula against her palm, feeling the natural springiness. "Nicely.", she said. Earlier she had used it to fix hamburgers for her family; this evening she would use it to fix Gwen's buns, she observed to herself wryly.

"Stay still Gwendolyn," said Dagmar.

Dagmar positioned herself behind and to the left of Gwen and contemplated her target. Gwen waited for an eternity with her palms pressed to the seat of the chair. It was difficult for her to balance wearing heels and she was forced to spread her shapely legs apart which completely exposed her from the rear. Her breasts hung down from her torso. The position pulled her leg muscles taught and raised and separated the globes of her rear while making it difficult for her to tense her buttocks in defense. The extra elevation of the heels raised her gorgeous round butt to the perfect angle for impact. She remained in place as ordered, as best she could; her mouth was dry and the blood pounded in her ears. Her face became flushed as her mind's eye saw how she would look to anyone who happened into the kitchen. She knew an audience was a distinct possibility as the five Swenson children had all seen each other spanked many times over the years and the presence of an audience had never
resulted in a stay of execution to date. Spankings, once earned, were given without regard to who was around. Dagmar, and it was the same at Alice's house, always felt that sibling children merely witnessing a spanking were inspired to behave.

Dagmar rested the blade lightly against Gwen's left cheek, who inhaled sharply at the unexpected cool touch. Then, she drew back her arm carefully measuring the distance and let the first blow.

Thunk. Gwen gasped. A peculiar resonance was heard from the unusual tool. It was a relatively light impact as Dagmar gauged the power of the unfamiliar tool. It left a peculiar rectangular witness mark on Gwen's left cheek with the seven drainage holes showing up as white flecks in a field of deepening red. Dagmar drew back again, a little farther this time. Thunk. "Oooh" said Gwen. Having gotten the feel of it, Dagmar drew back still farther. Thunk "Yeow" yelped Gwen.

Now zeroed in, Dagmar applied the tool to the right cheek. Thunk. "Yeow" Thunk. Thunk. Dagmar left red marks on Gwen's right cheek. "Ow. Oww." Gwen acknowledged each visit of the blade.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. "And now that I have your undivided attention young lady " Dagmar launched into her lecture punctuated with crisp application of the spatula Thunk.. Thunk. What did I ..Thunk. Tell you (begins to alternate cheeks) .Thunk .about personal responsibility .Thunk .too young Thunk. Foolish girl ..Thunk .horny boys Thunk ..too young to date Thunk you promised .Thunk .10:30 PM Young lady, means .Thunk

Each impact extracted a sharp yelp from Gwen, whose tears were flowing from a combination of embarrassment and a well whacked behind.

Dagmar noted that the angle of the blade, which bent it back away from Gwen relative to the center line of the shaft, and the arc of her arm, resulted in the impact marks "drifting to the right". That is, the redness on Gwen's left cheek was much closer to the crack while on her right cheek, the impact marks left a horizontal white area on the cheek where it sunk into her crevice. Being by nature thorough, Dagmar simply moved to the bent over Gwen's right thereby reversing the phenomenon and allowing Dagmar to apply backhand strokes to the lovely twin globes in front of her.

Thunk .and Phillip of all people Thunk how can I look his mother in the face again Thunk . You thunk will be the talk of the neighborhood thunk what will the thunk Reverend Pilsen say thunk when he hears about thunk how can I go to church now?..thunk .

"Ow .yeow .ouch .Ah-oww ", Gwen responded to each smack. A large area of Gwen's beautiful behind had now been painted red, and she felt the burning as each additional smack added to the flames.

Thunk,,,,,thunk .thunk thunk .

Ow .ye-oww aach unh-ow

She began to hop about involuntarily, bringing first one foot off the floor, then the other. She kept her palms stuck fast to the seat of the chair, as she knew she must, but could not help but side step away from the direction the blows were coming from the result was she pivoted around the chair away form Dagmar.

"Gwendolyn, if you don't stay still, it will get worse" barked Dagmar.

Ever helpful Alice stepped in and placed one hand under Gwen and grasped her hip bone while the other snaked over her back and under to grab the opposite hip. "Now Gwen stand still and take your punishment like a big girl," said Alice with saccharin concern. With Gwen thus repositioned and steadied, Dagmar's spatula resumed its landings on Gwen's round derriere. Alice held onto the girl keeping Dagmar's target in range while Gwen endured the blows with sobs and tears. Just then Arthur, Gwen's brother, walked in through the kitchen door. The sight presented to him caught his breath and froze him in his tracks. There, directly in front of him and pointed directly at him was a lovely teenaged girl's posterior which was glowing red. Dagmar stood off to the right applying the spatula with backhand precision worthy of tennis pro while his auntie Alice held poor Gwen fast and appeared to be aiming Gwen's most private holes at him like a bazooka.

Thunk thunk thunk .thunk thunk .thunk thunk Dagmar applied the spatula with great precision to Gwen's quivering globes.

Gwen hopped and "ouched" in time with the blows. She was aware that someone else had come in to the kitchen and was witness to her humiliation and she felt her face burn with a blush that spread all the way to her ears.

Thunk she hopped in recoil, Thunk now on one foot, thunk now both feet leaving the ground as she keenly felt each sting. Thunk..thunk

Arthur forced himself to move his eyes away from the intimate display and continued to the refrigerator in search of the root beer he had originally sought. He knew he was not in trouble for seeing Gwen get "what for" but he wanted to maintain normalcy so as to call the least attention to him as possible. It was always wise to maintain a low profile in such Swenson situations lest one remind Dagmar of some offense and catch a dose themselves. Arthur grasped his root beer and turned quickly and deliberately to retrace his steps and escape the situation but not before he glanced furtively at the sight. Lovely Gwen had palms firmly on the chair seat supporting her weight, while her hair, once up, was now half coming down in haphazard stands, her lovely breasts pointed down and swayed and bounced with her exertions and her clear unblemished skin covered the expanse of her gracefully arched back that led to her hips with her beautifully round buttocks presented perfectly for the kiss of the spatula. Arthur said nothing and avoided all eye contact and retreated to the living room.

Thunk and if you ever thunk .thunk .this will seem like a walk in the park compared to next time.

And with that, Dagmar finally stopped. It felt like a lifetime to Gwen who remained in position sobbing until released. Dagmar allowed her to compose herself for several minutes and then ordered her to the corner. Gwen stood her shift in the corner, forbidden to rub, and was acutely aware of the burning heat emanating from her buns and of how she must look to those in the room. It was embarrassing for Gwen to hear Dagmar and Alice discuss the intimate details of Gwen's misbehaviors and punishments, past and present, while they observed, and commented upon, the effects of their latest discipline which shone so red in front of them.

After 20 minutes Dagmar said, "Gwendolyn, you may come into the center of the room and receive the rest of your punishment from your aunt now." Gwen gasped, "No. Please, no more. I am really sorry auntie " Even as she new it was useless, even as she walked towards the center of the room to present herself to her aunt for punishment.

Part 2.

Gwen's feet turned to lead and she could barely walk towards her aunt. "Please auntie, I didn't mean it. Mom, this is so embarrassing. Haven't I learned my lesson yet?"

"How dare you, little girl? You have humiliated your whole family. I have half a mind to invite Phillip Rogers' mother over to witness your punishment, how would you like that? Gwendolyn, you should be embarrassed about your behavior, not its correction. And how did you treat your poor aunt who has always been there for you? Alice, I am sorry to impose upon you like this but, she has treated you horribly. Could you please administer whatever correction you deem appropriate?"

"Of course Dagmar, It's no imposition; it's my duty as an aunt. I understand the value of having the offended party involved where it is reasonable and, this is certainly one of those times. Gwen, have you forgotten all those well deserved paddlings I gave you through the years when you misbehaved at my house?" said Alice. She was looking forward to providing Gwen's just deserts; she looked so beautiful bent over for punishment. To Alice a beautiful child bent over for a spanking was a work of art and Gwen was certainly a triumph of the human form. Gwen's behind would be her canvass. "Now, that's enough Gwen. Any more argument and you will receive extra and I promise you, you are already in for enough."

Just then, Gwen had finally dragged herself within range. Alice reached out and grabbed Gwen by the ear firmly and marched the naked girl over to the sink saying, "Right, first let's do something about that potty mouth, my niece."

"Oh no" pleaded Gwen as she guessed what was coming. But, she expected no mercy and received none. Gwen found she could move much faster when propelled by Alice. Alice tugged on the ear and bent the lovely girl over the large kitchen sink. Gwen reflexively grasped the edge of the counter and spread her legs for balance. Dagmar was able to appreciate her handiwork from her vantage point in the center of the kitchen as Gwen was forced to stick out a beautiful red fanny behind her. Gwen's intimate parts were fully visible and waving from side to side and back and forth as a capable and experienced Alice applied a soapy dish cloth to all areas of her mouth.

"Gggegh urgh uh" announced Gwen in appreciation of Alice's efforts. "ehh..uhh uhhh " Alice had stopped soaping and was holding the owner of the gyrating buns over the sink to allow time for the full flavor sink in. Finally, Alice turned on the water and let Gwen rinse. Gwen couldn't imagine how she had managed not to vomit. Gwen would have rinsed all night for she knew what was coming after but, Alice stopped her when she thought it was enough.

Alice stood Gwen up, turned her back to the sink and tugged backwards on her ear. This caused Gwen to back into the edge of the counter top. She tugged a little harder and Gwen was bent backwards with her pubic area stuck out, legs slightly spread. Alice then raised her bony hand high and swung. She impacted Gwen's inner thigh once, ("Yeow") twice ("Oww"), and noted with great satisfaction the two red hand prints overlapping slightly, close to Gwen's crotch. Not being the first spanker, Alice wanted to leave her mark on a previously untouched area and so she did.

"That's just a taste, dearie; we have much more work to do you and me. All right, my naughty girl, said Alice as she dragged the girl by her ear, let's visit the chair again." And, with that she arranged a nervous Gwen back in position, palms on the seat. "Do not move away from me as you did for your mother Gwen, I won't be so tolerant."

"Yes, Auntie..."

Alice stepped back by Dagmar. They both contemplated the lovely target. Alice and Dagmar exchanged knowing glances as they let Gwen stay that way purposely to increase her apprehension. After a time, Alice had an idea. In the corner of the kitchen was a Rubbermaid safety step stool. It was the kind made of plastic and moved on casters; it added one step to one's reach and was about 16 inches in diameter at the base and one foot high. Alice moved the stool forward with her foot saying, "I won't have her pivoting around the chair like last time. This should help." And with that, Alice forced the stool between Gwen's ankles causing her shins to be then, 16 inches apart which then caused her feet to set somewhat wider than that. Since Gwen could not see her, Dagmar felt free to smirk as she contemplated Gwen's predicament. The lovely teen was displayed like a strudel in a desert case, naked, high heels with legs wide and a red butt in the air. Alice was gifted she thought.

agmar offered Alice the spatula but she declined. Instead, she went to the kitchen closet where, hanging on back of the door as always, was a black leather strap that once was a belt but had had its hardware removed. Alice's son, Steven, had danced a lively tune to that strap in the hands of Dagmar just last summer.

"Dagmar, the drainage holes in the spatula have left little white spots on Gwen's rear. I intend to paint all those little spots the proper shade of red and any other areas I feel need attention." Alice doubled over the strap and left a short 6 or 7 inches in length free. A longer strap would have been more severe but with a previously punished derriere Alice judged this to be sufficient.

"Gwen you are going to get the strap. ("Gasp") Do not move out of position and keep those legs straight for your own protection. Or else "

Alice lined up some spots on the lower left cheek and drew back her implement. With a flick of the wrist she snapped it out and neatly covered the white spots which did indeed then turn up red. SNAP "Yike". Pleased with own cleverness, Alice continued even turning up the intensity ever so slightly but extending the time between blows so that Gwen could appreciate each individual correction for her behavior.

SSSNAP THWACK .SNAP SNAP SNAP .

"Oww ahh ooh ahoo aach " Gwen responded to each kiss of the leather.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP Alice tried the backhand and found it equally effective.

"Oh oh ah-ow " Gwen kept in time.

Alice set about her task diligently, no white spots escaped attention and none failed to turn red, although some required a second application which, Alice was duty bound as a thoughtful aunt to apply. SNAP SNAP Alice began verbal correction punctuated by the strap SNAP

little girls SNAP respect SNAP elders SNAP manners are necessary SNAP you will not SNAP speak in such SNAP we will not tolerate SNAP will be obedient...SNAP and respectful SNAP As the heat returned to her shapely buttocks Gwen began to develop real tears as Alice worked over her bottom; they fell to the seat of the chair between her hands. Alice was getting her flesh sizzling.

Dagmar observed that Gwen in this position was not able to circle around away from the blows as before. Restrained by the stool and orders to keep her legs straight limited her to a gentle swaying of her red bottom. She noted how diligent Alice was about locating the white spots and fixing them. She was grateful to her sister-in-law for taking the trouble to discipline her daughter properly.

SNAP SNAP the strapping continued even though Alice had finished her lecture there was more "lesson" coming. SNAP SNAP Gwen felt the burn of the strap on her tender cheeks. When Alice had fixed all the white spots she concentrated on fresh meat. She moved slightly to Gwen's side where her lovely muscles had left slight hollows in the side of her butt. Alice made sure she reddened both sides equally. Then she aimed between the spread legs and curled the strap around Gwen's upper left inner thigh then she backhanded the upper right inner thigh landing several blows on each side. Gwen was getting very vocal as the strap reddened her inner thighs. The blows were just as hard but Gwen was terrified her aunt would hit her vagina.

"Don't move Gwen, I don't want to hit you in the wrong place" warned Alice.

Alice mixed up her patterns so that Gwen was always startled by the location of the blow.

"This woman is an all star" thought Dagmar. She was confident that she could leave any of her children in Alice's care and they would be suitably disciplined as well as if she had done the task herself.

Finally, Alice achieved her goal. All of Gwen's behind, including her sit spots, was a bright red circle artfully constructed around an untouched core of light brown pubic hair and fleshy vaginal lips. Dagmar and Alice stood back and admired a job well done. Gwen sobbed as the burn continued to soak in despite Alice having stopped. The two women increased Gwen's discomfort by making pointed embarrassing conversation while exchanging knowing glances with each other. It was a part of the punishment.

"Do you think that's enough?"

"Do you think she would like to show Phillip Rogers this?"

"Our naughty girl is totally exposed like that, isn't she?"

"Isn't she adorable, too bad we don't have a camera handy?"

"Yes a color camera"

"Indeed, a true Kodak moment"

It was almost over but not quite. Alice had Gwen stand and awarded her 30 minutes corner time. Gwen started to head for the corner but Alice stopped her.

"No dear. In the living room."

"Oh no auntie, please. Please. Arthur and daddy are in there."

"And your point is what exactly ?"

"Spankings have never been a particularly private affair in this family. This was actually unusually private. You probably expected to be spanked in the living room right from the beginning." Said Dagmar. (True)

And with that, Alice grabbed Gwen who blushed to her neck as auntie led her by the ear naked in heels into the living room to find a convenient corner.