Audrey's Bathtime Spanking

"Mom, are you for real ?!" Audrey yelled at her mother, who was frantically packing her purse while trying to put on her coat. "I'm eighteen years old, I can stay home for one night! You didn't have to call in aunt Christine to babysit me!"

Her mother stumbled around the living room, searching her pockets for her keys.

"Audrey, sweety, I know that you're responsible enough to stay alone for a little while..." She stood still and grabbed a key ring from a pocket she already went through three times. "...but with all the burglaries lately around the neighbourhood I'd feel more at ease when at least two people are keeping an eye on the house."

"But why aunt Christine of all people! You know we don't get along at all!" Audrey exclaimed. Her dad came from upstairs, swearing and trying to knot his tie.

"Audrey, please, try to understand," her mother sighed, "Grandma is in the hospital, and the neighbours are on vacation. She was the only option left!"

Audrey grunted in frustration and dropped on the couch. This would have been HER evening. She had planned to stay up all night, watch terrible horror movies and gorge herself on popcorn, with nobody around to bother her for once.

But no, aunt Christine was on her way to ruin everything!

Aunt Christine and Audrey had a history that went way back to when she was just a toddler. At just four years old Audrey somehow managed to get her hands on her aunt's expensive Rolex. She never really figured out what she had done with it, but it was broken beyond repair. Aunt Christine never forgave her for that. To this very day that grudge still remains.

And she scared Audrey. Aunt Christine, in contrast to Audrey's mother, had very 'traditional' beliefs about child-rearing, so to speak. Regular discipline and a stern hand make successful people, she always said. And she stuck by that motto. On more than several occasions Audrey had witnessed her cousins' pants coming down and them ending up wailing over her mother's lap, getting their bottoms' beat like there was no tomorrow. Audrey always feared that she would be next, when their eyes met when she did her motherly duty, but surprisingly she never ended up in the same position as her cousins. She always hinted at it, though. When her parents were around and Audrey was messing around a bit, aunt Christine would always jokingly remark: "Oh, I ought to put you over my knee for that!" or "Well, that is some talk worthy of a spanking, I'd say!".

All of a sudden the bell rang, and a suspiciously cheerful voice filled the living room.

"Oh, Donna, you look so LOVELY! I can't BELIEVE the dress you are wearing! God I am so jealous I can't come with you to the party, you are totally going to STEAL - THE - SHOW!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Christine", mom replied, "I spent ages trying to fit everything in the dress." She giggled.

"Tell me about it..." mumbled dad, anxiously checking his watch. "Can we get a move on, please? We're going to be late."

"Ofcourse, dear." Mom hurried towards the door. "Oh, Christine, before I forget. Take this." She handed a small object over to her sister. Audrey couldn't see what it was. "You never know with all that has been happening lately in the neighbourhood!"

"Don, I understand!" Aunt Christine replied, "Your house and your daughter are in good hands, don't you worry! I'll take good care of them." She proceeded to push mom and dad out of the door.

"Now off you two! Go have fun and don't get too drunk!" She waved at them and blew a kiss to her sister before closing the door.

She turned around to face Audrey and her mood changed immediately from an almost exaggerated cheerfulness, to an almost deceitful neutral expression.