Designated Spanker

Designated Spanker 6

By Red Rover

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DESIGNATED SPANKER – Part 6

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is coincidental. This story is Copyright 2018 by Red Rover. All rights reserved.

Viewpoint characters:

Roberta Morgan, age 42, widow. Daughters: Dana (19), Kathy (17) and Victoria (15)

Frank Collins, age 38, single, Lawyer and trustee for Morgan family trust.

Christine Edwards, age 39, divorced, Daughters, Alison (19), Amanda (17) Son: Mark (12).

Maria Alvarez, age 44, divorced, Sons Richard (23) and Ramon (11) Daughters Gina (19) and Lucia (13)

Debra Higgins, age 37, husband Frank (38), Daughter Jennifer (16), Sons Mike (10) and Caleb (6)

Victoria (Vikki) has taken over management of the Morgan family since the death of her father. She manages the household and disciplines the older girls. Family business is taken care of with the assistance of Frank Collins who manages the substantial family trust. The Morgans are well-off but Roberta is not skilled at discipline, money management or any other management areas. Vikki has also been given responsibility for the discipline of four other girls: Alison, Amanda, Gina and Jennifer.

PART 6

Victoria escorted a very subdued Jennifer home on the school bus. They walked in silence up to the Higgins’ house. Nobody was home, so Vikki guided her “child” to the living room. Jennifer stared in confusion.

“All right, little girl,” Vikki said firmly. “Get your shoes, jeans and panties off right now. You can keep your socks on.

Jennifer looked like she as about to start crying again. “Are you going to spank me again, Miss Vikki? Please don’t, my bottom is just too sore right now.”

Vikki smiled as the older girl cringed. “I’ll wait until your mother gets home and we’ll see. Now get your bottom bare without another word or I WILL give you another spanking.”

Jennifer kicked off her loafers and slid down her jeans, bringing her panties down with them. Vikki steadied her as she stooped to get the pants and undies over her stocking feet. Taking her by the shoulders, Vikki turned her around and inspected the quivering girl’s red bottom.

“Well, it looks like nothing is bleeding or broken,” she said in mock relief. “Now get your chubby little butt up the stairs. Get upstairs and get into your pajama tops. No bra, no socks, no bottoms. And bring me some of that aloe cream from the bathroom. Now scoot!”

Jennifer blushed in embarrassment at being talked to like a five-year-old. But she gathered up her clothing and started walking rather stiffly toward the staircase.

Victoria chuckled and gave her a hard smack on her bright red bottom cheeks. “I said, ‘scoot,’ not ‘limp,’ silly child. I want to see those hot-crossed buns in rapid motion.

Jennifer squealed in pain and frustration but complied, almost scampering up the staircase. She was already crying again.

Victoria sat down, smiling in satisfaction. It felt so grown-up; spanking and humiliating these childish little girls, all of whom were older than she was. But it was their own fault that they were so immature, so she was actually helping them grow up by playing the Stern Auntie to them.

While Jennifer was running her errand, Vikki called home. “Hi Mom, I’m going to be late. I had to spank Jennifer at school today and I’m sitting with her until Debbie and the boys get home. I’ll have dinner here with them or grab something at home later. Tell Dana I’ll call her when I am ready to be picked up.”

After a few minutes, Jennifer came down, dressed only in a thin pajama top that didn’t quite come down to her waist. Barefoot, bare bottomed and red-eyed, she was carrying the jar she had been sent for. “Here is the cream, Miss Vikki,” she said in a meek voice.

“Good girl,” Vikki responded, patting the smaller girl on the head. “Now let’s go into the kitchen and work on your little red hiney. We don’t’ want to get any greasy stuff on the good furniture.”

Jennifer winced at the head-pat, but swallowed hard and followed her “aunty” without protest. In the kitchen, Vikki sat in an armless chair and pulled her naughty little “child” over her lap.

“Yes, we do have some ‘ouchies’ there that need to be soothed,” she remarked in her ‘taking-to-toddler” voice. Then she parted the squirming girl’s bottom cheeks and shook her head.

“Good grief, child.” Hasn’t anybody ever told you about cleaning yourself properly? Looks like we’re going to have to do some remedial potty training. Or maybe have the boys inspect you after you go poo-poo.”

The thoroughly humiliated teen burst into a torrent of tears at the final nail was driven into the coffin of her illusion of young womanhood.

Victoria set het sobbing teen on her feet and then held her on her lap and hugged her. “There, there, baby, I know it’s been a bad day, but Auntie Vikki will get you all cleaned up and ready for your Mommy. So be a good little girl and get me some baby wipes from the boys’ bedroom.”

A still-sniveling Jennifer returned with the baby wipes and, without prompting, laid herself across the younger girl’s lap, bottom up, sighing in resignation.

Vikki took the wipes and cleaned the chastened young girl’s butt crack and rosebud carefully. She used another wipe to cover her finger as she probed inside the weeping girl’s rectum, “Gotta make sure you’re clean inside and out, baby girl.”

Jennifer gritted her teeth but said nothing. Laying bare-bottomed over the lap of somebody who has just spanked you is not a good time to make remarks or complaints. Jennifer was immature, but she was not stupid.

Turning Jennifer over on her bottom, Vikki spread the unresisting girl’s legs and carefully inspected her labia and vagina. “Not too clean there, either,” she grumbled. And there is some inflammation that looks suspicious.”

Turning the girl back over, the young “auntie” carefully spread some of the aloe cream over the victim’s reddened buttocks and rubbed it in gently. Jennifer was torn between embarrassment and gratitude as the sting began to go away a bit.

“OK, that will do it for now,” Vikki smiled. Your mother and brothers should be home soon. Would you like a soda?”

The two girls hung out in the kitchen for a half hour, Vikki sitting and Jennifer standing. Finally, Victoria glanced at the clock.

“OK, Jennifer, your mommy and the boys will be home soon. Get your nose into the corner of the living room and wait.”

Jennifer started to protest but stopped as Victoria gave her two hard smacks on her bottom. “OK, I’m going,” she conceded. she allowed her “auntie” to guide her to the corner, realizing as she did so that her bare bottom was clearly visible through the large front window to anybody standing on the front porch.

A few tears ran down her cheeks and she was still sniffling a bit when Debra Higgins came in with a bag of groceries in hand and trailing her two sons in her wake. Ten-year-old Mike was carrying another bag, but six-year-old Caleb was unencumbered and was the first to notice his older sister.

“Hey, Jennie’s in the corner again.” he chortled. “Looks like she got another spanking. Hi, Aunt Vikki.”

“HI, boys. Hi, Debbie,” Victoria responded as she relieved Debra and Mike of their burdens. “I’ll put these in the kitchen. Do you have more stuff in the car?”

“HI, Vikki.” Mrs. Higgins responded. “Mike, go ahead and get that. I see our little girl is in trouble again.”

“Her bottom is real red. I’ll bet it’s hot too,” Caleb giggled. “Can I feel it, Mommy?”

“Sure, Caleb, his mother replied. “Just don’t pinch her or touch her anywhere else.”

Jennifer squirmed and whimpered as her youngest brother rubbed and patted her sore bottom. “It’s just a little warm,” he said, disappointedly. “And kind of greasy.”

“It’s been a while since her spanking,” Victoria explained.

Debbie put down her purse and checked the damage for herself. “Looks like a well-spanked bottom to me, just a little bruising and a nice overall red tinge. You do good work Vikki.”

She sighed and gave her daughter’s bottom a firm spank. “Smoking in school. How dumb can one little girl get? So, what’s the plan?”

“I’m going to give her a total of 112 with the hairbrush,” Vikki explained. “All in school, probably during lunch breaks. I gave her 30 today, she’ll get 30 more on Thursday, 30 on Friday and the last 22 on Monday.”

Debbie nodded. “That sounds about right. Too bad they won’t let you spank her in the cafeteria where all the other kids can watch.”

Vikki smiled. “That would sure be a motivator for the other kids. But the School Board would be afraid the other parents would object.”

“Yeah, there are a lot of wimpy parents with bratty kids out there.” Mrs. Higgins shook her head. “I know, I used to be one of them. But now I have you to remind me of what’s important for my kids.”

“After we put the groceries away and start dinner, we need to take a close look at Jenny,” Vikki said.

At that point Mike came in with the last bag of groceries. “Ah, the Jennibrat in her usual position,” he whooped. “Such a naughty little girl.”

He gave his sobbing sister a hard swat on her bottom that caused her to yelp and squirm, giving the audience a good look at a “backfield in motion.”

“I’ll watch Jenny and make sure she doesn’t move while you guys put away the groceries,” Caleb volunteered. “Can I spank her if she tries to rub?”

Debbie and Vikki laughed. “Sure, Caleb, keep a good eye on her,” his mother responded. “But just spank her with your hand a couple times, you’re not old enough to give her a real spanking... yet.”

That caused Jenny to break into sobs again. “...yet?” That had ominous overtones. How soon would ‘yet” be? This was so unfair!

When the groceries were put away, Debbie, Vikki and Mike returned to the living room. They had heard a couple of swats and yelps, but nothing substantial.

“Was she good little girl for you, Caleb?” Vikki asked.

“Yep. She only moved 3-4 times and I gave her a good spank each time,” Caleb said proudly.

“Good boy,” his mother smiled. “Now let’s get a closer look at your sister.”

Vikki spread a bath towel on the couch and guided Jennifer onto it, laying on her tummy. She moved the girl’s legs apart slightly, so her mother could view her bottom crack and her pink puckered anus. Both boys, of course, moved in as close as possible to enjoy the view.

“When I checked Jennifer after her spanking, I noticed that she’s not doing a very good job cleaning after she poops. There’s a little bit of redness there that shouldn’t be there. She might develop an infection if she doesn’t clean properly.”

At this comment, Jenny groaned and started sobbing again. This was so humiliating!

“I see,” Debbie said. “It doesn’t look all that bad now, but we’ll have to check on it and make sure it doesn’t get worse. Mike, you are hereby assigned as your sister’s official Bottom Monitor. Every time she goes to the bathroom, you will go with her and watch her clean herself. Then you will check her bottom hole and make sure it and the area around it are nice and clean. Use the baby wipes and be sure to wipe inside her rosebud if it looks a bit dirty.”

“M...M...Mommy, please.” Jennifer sobbed. “He’s only ten years old. What if my friends find out? I’ll be the laughingstock of the whole school. Can’t you or Vikki do it?”

“Nonsense, Mike is a very responsible boy,” her mother snapped. “Much more responsible than his supposedly older sister. What do you say, Mike? Are you ready to take over your baby sister’s potty training?”

“Sure, Mom,” The sturdy ten-year-old said confidently. “I’ll keep her cute little rosebud nice and clean.”

“Oh, and something else, I noticed,” Victoria continued, as calmly as if she was discussing the day’s grocery list. “Let’s turn her over and check her girl parts, too.’

So, they turned the helpless girl over and examined her still-girlish labia and vagina.

“She doesn’t wipe well here, either.” Vikki explained. “And there is redness here and here. It should be just pink, not bright red.”

“You’re right,” Debbie mused. “Mike, you’re going to have to check her and clean her on both sides. Think you can handle that.”

“Sure Mom,“ the boy beamed. “That’s easy. I’ll take good care of the baby.”

“And if she gives you any trouble, give her a good spanking with the hairbrush, I’ll show you how to use it after dinner.”

By this time, poor Jennifer was bawling like a toddler. The thought of her little brother inspecting her, cleaning her most intimate areas and even spanking her was just too much to bear.

“Well, dinner should be ready shortly,” Mrs. Higgins said. “Boys, wash up and set the table. You are joining us for Dinner, Vikki?”

“Sure, Debbie. I’ll help you get the stuff ready. We should let little Jenny take a nap before dinner. This has been a rough day for her.”

Dinner was soon ready. Jennifer was reluctant to put her sore bottom on the hard chair, so Mike ran and got a pillow which he placed carefully on her chair.

“There you go, Sissy,” he proclaimed. “Nice and soft for your little bare heinie.”

Debbie smiled proudly. “Mike, it looks like you are going to make a good big brother for your little sister.”

After dinner, the kids did their homework uneventfully until it was seven o’clock.

“Bath time, kids,” Mrs. Higgins announced. “Jenny, you will get in the tub with Caleb from now on. Vikki will show Mike how to wash your girl parts.”

Jennifer blushed bright red. “Mommy, please. I’ve been taking showers on my own since I was twelve. I don’t need somebody to wash me.”

Debbie shook her head. “And you’ve been using the potty since you were three, but you don’t seem to have mastered that yet either. You’ve been doing the laundry for the past three years, so I haven’t been checking your panties. But I will be from now on.”

Once in the bathroom, Vikki filled the tub while Jenny and the two boys stripped naked. Jenny and Caleb got into the large tub facing each other.

“Want to play with my toys while we soak?” Caleb offered with a wide grin.

Mike grabbed his little brother, hauled him to his feet and smacked his bottom. “No teasing Jenny, Squirt. You’re going to have to play nice with her or YOUR butt will get blistered along with hers.”

Vikki smiled. “Looks like you have two little kids to watch over now, Mike.”

Victoria stripped to her own bra and panties. “No point in getting my clothes wet. You boys have seen Jenny’s girl parts, so mine won’t be a big deal, right.”

“Right, Vikki,” Mike said confidently. “Jenny noted that he had omitted the “Miss” or “Aunty” in addressing her, just as Vikki addressed Mrs. Higgins as “Debbie.” The implied power shift was obvious.

After the bathing, which Jennifer found just as humiliating as she expected, Caleb was sent off to get into his pajamas. Jenny donned her flimsy pajama shirt and Mike and Vikki took their own (separate) showers.

Back in the living room, Vikki called Dana for her ride home. But Jenny’s ordeal was not yet over. “Spanking practice time,” Mrs. Higgins announced. “Go fetch the hairbrush, Jenny.”

The thoroughly chastened teen stifled a sob but complied. Soon a fully dressed ten-year-old boy was siting in an armless chair with his mostly naked older sister draped over his lap. Mike had just experienced a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his older sister. As the unfortunate girl was about to discover, his Little League conditioning had left him much stronger than most boys his age.

“Wow, Mike,” Viki exclaimed. “I didn’t expect you’d be able to take Jenny over your knee that way. You’re growing up fast.”

Mike grinned. “Well it helps that Jennibrat is a shrimp and a wimp.” Everybody except Jenny laughed.

It was obvious that Mike needed no special training in giving a spanking. His grip was sure, he controlled the bawling girl’s squirming with ease and each smack was right on target and landed with a loud SMACK.

Just as he was finishing up, Dana arrived to pick up Vikki. Seeing Jenny draped over her younger brother’s knee with tears and snot running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin, Dana couldn’t control her giggles.

“Wow, Vikki,” she said. “Looks like Mike has taken over one of your chores. Jenny looks like a five-year-old. And sounds like one, too!”.

Jennifer stopped bawling and glared at her friend. “Yeah, wait till he starts walloping YOUR butt, missy. You’ll be singing a new song yourself.”

Mike chuckled. “Be nice, children. I think little Jennikins has had enough for today. Over to your corner little missy.”

As the sobbing girl limped over to her designated corner, Mike turned to Victoria. “Would you like me to give Dana a little lesson in manners while I have the brush handy?”

Dana gasped in sudden apprehension. But Vikki and Debbie just laughed.

‘No, Mike, that’s my job,” Vikki smirked. “But if I get a sore arm or something, I’ll keep you in mind as backup.”

Dana stood with her mouth open as Vikki hugged Debbie and Mike. Then the 19-year-old gasped in horror as Mike turned her around and gave her a sharp smack on the bottom with the hairbrush. “Just a reminder to obey your sister,” he said.

Victoria had a wide grin on her face as she took her older sister by the arm. “You better get me home before you wind up in the corner with Jenny.”

End of Part 6

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