Wendy is already wide awake, her tears barely dried, when the first shafts of yellow sunlight through the pines come through her bedroom window. She's curled up on her side, wearing her usual flannel pajama top, and nothing from her waist down. Her bottom is still warm from her spanking last night, each round cheek a solid shade of red, like two crisp summer apple. It's the third time in a row she's "woken up" like this, and today is only mid-June.
I canNOT do this all summer, Wendy thinks to herself for the hundredth time tonight, reaching back to rub her sore backside.
After listening carefully to make sure none of her brothers are awake (they cause such a ruckus getting ready for work, it would be impossible to miss in their tiny cabin), she stands out of bed and goes to the mirror. She turns and inspects her rosy bottom, wincing. Her butt is usually pale, and lightly freckled like her pretty face. Now it's a darker crimson than her own ginger hair, which reaches down to the small of her back.
Wendy sighs deeply and lowers herself down so her tummy is flat on the ground, reaching one arm under her bed. She pats the hardwood floor until her fingers touch something hard, which she pulls out: a shoebox labeled SECRET - DO NOT OPEN. She throws the lid off and takes out a unmarked container of berry-scented ointment. As she scoops out a healthy handful and smears it across her reddened rear end, she clenches her teeth, then sighs. Ah. Thank the Love God for soothing balm...She inspects the pale pink lotion and wrinkles her nose. Seriously, though, why were they selling this stuff at a music festival, anyway?
Then she tiptoes to the bathroom, locks the door, and (hissing softly) sits down to pee.
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Gravity Falls: Paddling at the World's Edge
FanfictionSomething is always happening in Gravity Falls, a remote town in the Pacific Northwest, where nothing is as it seems. Wendy Corduroy, a local teenager who works a summer job at the tourist trap "Mystery Shack," is no stranger to strangeness -- but w...
