Little Amber Spencer thought the plane was going to crash, but it didn’t.

She felt great relief when the huge steel beast finally landed at the Heathrow airport in London. She took her time straightening the pleated skirt she liked so much, and that was wrinkled during the transoceanic flight. Wanting to wear it for her twelfth birthday in less than two weeks, she wasn’t ready to toss it in the hamper just yet.

The girl patiently waited in her seat for the flight attendant to collect her. Then she was escorted to the exit, then aboard the shuttle waiting on the tracks, and finally to the terminal. Only when the pretty lady sighted the person she was supposed to deliver the child to she let Amber’s hand go...

... also because the girl was pulling so hard it wouldn’t be possible to hold her. “Uncle Haley!!” Amber yelled for half of London to hear.

Haley was and looked like a typical British man in his early thirties – or, rather, the typical British man in his early thirties waiting for his favourite American niece to pay him a one-month visit over the summer holidays. Living on two different sides of the ocean, it was such a rare treat that his sister’s family and him caught up with each other. Amber liked to call him ‘the overseas bachelor uncle’.

“Hey you!” Haley enveloped Amber in a tight hug, and this time she didn’t care that her clothes wrinkled. “Are you okay? Was the flight good? Did she give you any trouble?”

The last question was asked of the flight attendant’s, and made Amber groan in dismay. “Aww uncle! I’m not a baby!”

“She was quite the angel,” the lady said, preferring not to report the girl’s insistent requests for more peanuts, and her scowling when she didn’t get much.

“I’m glad. We don’t want you naughty during your stay, little lady, do we?” he winked at her.

Amber rolled her eyes. “Whatever!” but then giggled and kissed his nose.

“Alright then, I shall go,” said the flight attendant. “Nice to have met you. Bye bye Amber.”

“Bye.”

“Come on,” said Haley as he placed his hands on his niece’s shoulders, “let’s go grab your stuff at the luggage claim. So, are you happy to be here? Had you been to Europe before?... I confess I don’t remember...”

Amber rolled her eyes again. “Of course I’ve been here. We spent a weekend when I was seven, remember? I remember.”

“Ooh yes, of course I remember,” he mimicked as they moved to the Luggage Claim area. “Listen up, though,” he said in a slightly more serious tone as they waited for the luggage to come by. They were almost alone in the huge hall.

“I love it that you’re here, but your mother has been very clear: exceptionally, bedtime is ten o’clock – but not a minute later. We’ll do lots of interesting stuff and you’ll make friends, but you do have summer homework and you’re expected to do it. Also, she told me you have a book to read...?”

Amber sighed. “Little Women or something. Some prehistoric stuff and our English teacher wants an essay on it.”

“But it’s a fun book!” Haley laughed. “Well, even if it wasn’t, you still have to read it. And I’ll help you with the essay, promise. Just obey these few rules and we’ll get along great, okay sweets?” He was serious and meant every word of it, but still tried not to look intimidating and spoil the kid her holidays.

“Yes, Uncle Haley...” she replied obediently, then grinned in a mischievous way: “... but I brought my Buffy discs, you drooler!”

“Oh my, is that so!” he snickered. “Nothing can take us away from a good Buffy marathon here and there, can it.”

“Nope!”

~|~|~

Uncle Haley’s house wasn’t what you call ‘big’, but its great advantage was to lie just a few yards from the seaside. He was based in London during the year, but in Summer, he found shelter in the little but well-kept house in Southwold, the so-called Jewel of Suffolk – a nice way to say it was one of the few places in England where to find a sunny beach. Not so sunny actually, but still very comfortable.

After a drive from London, during which the two of them chattered lively, the town was finally in view. Amber was starting to get very tired but would never admit it, eager as she was to see places, do things, try on a whole series of swimming costumes, make new friends, and so on.

They parked in the small driveway before the house and in they went, Uncle Haley bringing most of the luggage.

“Who’s this?” Amber questioned as she idly surveyed the place. She pointed at a picture frame sitting on the fireplace mantle, just beside her own portrait. “She’s ugly.”

“That, young miss, is a very good friend of mine, and she will be joining us for dinner this weekend,” Haley replied, jerking the photo frame out of her hands and replacing it on the mantle. “And I expect proper lady like behavior from you, okay?” he said in a rather firm tone.

“Gee, okay, don’t worry. I’m not a toddler who’ll throw up on her pretty lace skirt.”

“For your own sake, I hope not.”

That closed the conversation there and then, but it left Amber strangely ill-humoured for the rest of the afternoon. She took great pleasure in emptying her bags, though, and placing the clothes in the closet and drawers of her little but lovely room. The large single-story window looked directly on the seaside and it was a beautiful view.

At last the young girl threw herself down on the bed, thoroughly exhausted, and stared at the ceiling. She felt her eyelids heavy, but sleeping right now wasn’t even an option. It was just four in the afternoon, so many things could be done before dinner time! Just when she was about to stand again, Uncle Haley gently rapped on the door and he walked in.

“Oh good,” he smiled sweetly to her as he saw her on the bed. “I came to suggest that you take a nap, but I see you’re up to it already.”

“No I’m not!” she snapped, more resolute than she’d wanted. He raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not tired, uncle. I wanna check out the beach.”

“We’re going first thing tomorrow morning, Amber.” He walked in and opened the window, letting some cool sea breeze in. “I really think you should rest.”

She almost fumed at this. “Well I’m not a baby and you can’t make me take a nap!”

This time he was more shocked than surprise, and he turned around, hands on his hips. “First things first, missy: do not use that tone with me. I don’t raise my voice to you so I see no reason for you to do that to me. Is that clear?” She let out a huge sigh and looked away. “I’ll take that for a yes. And if you listened a little more carefully instead of yelling, you’d know I’m not telling you to go to bed. You’re almost twelve, you can very well decide when to sleep and when to stay awake...”

She smiled at this, and hope of having her way rekindled in her eyes.

“... however,” Haley continued, “I’m suggesting that you take a nap, because you’re irritable and risk losing control of your mouth. And I can tell you that is going to get you in huge trouble around here. Okay sweets?”

The mention of ‘getting in trouble’ got to Amber well, and she shut her mouth – even though she did have an answer ready, but knew better than to even think about such bad words. She was usually a very good-natured, well-behaved kid, but as they say, trouble found her.

And more often than not, trouble led to punishment. And more often than not, the punishment of choice for Amber’s parents was a bright red, sore little bottom. But she was on holiday now. Sure Uncle Haley wouldn’t and couldn’t do that. But still... being told that she could be in trouble was serious enough, and she thought it better to drop the subject.

She could still save her hurt pre-teen pride, though: “Yeah, yeah, okay,” she said with a big roll of her eyes. Then suddenly sweetened and flashed him with the bright, beautiful smile no-one could resist.

It did work, because even if Haley had little or no tolerance for kids who snapped back like that, especially those from his own family, he was moved to compassion and saw Amber as a cute little girl tired from the journey and who really didn’t deserve to have arguments right now. So he let it drop too.

“Ah well. I’m going to start dinner. I suppose you’re not napping?”

“Nuh huh.”

“Alright. Then maybe give me a hand?”

Amber shrugged. “Okay. But don’t make me light the fire or anything. I hate fire, okay?”

“As you’d say: ‘whatever’!”

She rolled her eyes and went downstairs. Haley followed, but he could tell he didn’t like the twist things were taking. Secretly, he hoped for the evening to come soon so that the child could go to bed and rest. She sounded like she needed it bad.

~|~|~

Dinner wasn’t much different than the rest. Amber remained in her sulky mood most of the time, glancing at the windows from time to time and wondering aloud why it was that she wasn’t allowed to the beach. Sometimes Haley replied, and sometimes he just changed subjects. He knew this wasn’t the real her, and just wanted to get through the evening without having to take measures to contain her; he was sure she would be back to her usual sweet, playful self in the morning.

When asked to help with the dishes, Amber gave another famous, irritable sigh and rolled her eyes. “Do I have to Uncle Haley?” She pleaded with him in a whiney tone. “I’m soooooo tired.”

“Sure, now you’re tired,” Haley said with a slight chuckle. “And yes, you have to help me with the dishes, the more you help the quicker we get to watch Buffy.”

Amber looked as if she was going to argue again, but she just let out a whiney groan as she stepped up on the stool.

“How’s school?” Haley asked his niece as he handed her one of the now cleaned dishes to rinse off. She went about washing each dish very slowly, taking her god-give time, something that was bothering Haley.

“It sucks,” she grumbled, placing the dish under the warm water.

“Your mother lets you say ‘sucks’?” Haley question with a raised eyebrow, adding another dish to the pile that was accumulating in Amber’s side of the sink.

“She doesn’t like it,” Amber answered, placing her dish on the towel beside her. “But I think she understands that everyone at school says it.”

“Just because everyone does something doesn’t mean you have to conform,” Haley scolded lightly, but decided to give it a rest. “What don’t you like about it?”

“Everyone hates me because I’m a cheerleader,” she pouted, leaning forward on the sink lazily.

“Being a cheerleader, love, is, like it or not, a social status,” Haley explained to her, finishing up his pile of dishes. “Good thing there are no cheerleaders in England.”

“What?! No Cheerleaders?!”

“Knew that would get your attention,” Haley announced with a wink. “Rinse.”

She groaned and wondered if he was making fun of her.

“Now, I don’t mind you being a cheerleader,” Haley explained, watching her pick up a dish and wash off the suds. “But I don’t want a major malfunction, and you thinking our sitting room is a football field and you can go crazy. I understand the carpet simulates grass, but it isn’t, alright?”

Amber giggled as she splashed some of the soapy water at her uncle. “I’ll be sure to do that, alright.”

~|~|~

Haley reached over and retrieved the DVD remote, flipping it off he stretched his arms. “That’s enough Buffy for tonight,” he announced, rising from the couch. “Time for bed, it’s ten o’clock.”

“Oh come on, Uncle Haley, you can’t be serious about that stupid bedtime rule,” Amber scoffed, reaching for the remote to switch Buffy back on.

Haley was quicker and snatched the remote out of her reach. “I’m serious tonight,” Haley told her firmly, turning on the overhead light. “I’ve got work to do, and your body is telling you that it’s two o’clock in the morning.”

“But I’m not tired,” Amber argued, with a little stomp of her foot. Haley observed this, but thought best to let it slide. She was tired, she was cranky, and she was angry; of course she was going to stomp her foot.

“I think you are,” Haley announced, gently helping her off the couch. “And I’m the adult in the house anyway,” he cut short, more firmly.

“But you’re wrong!” Amber snapped, jerking her arm away from him. “I’m not tired at all.”

In his mind Haley was counting to ten, so his mind was doing one thing while his hand did another. It fell with a sharp SMACK! on Amber’s PJ clad bottom.

“OW!” She squeaked, turning her back to protect her bottom from further smacks. Amber reached up and rubbed the affected area gently.

“Into the room,” Haley ordered, pointing to her temporary bedroom. “Now.”

She whimpered, but wasting no time in arguing before she sprinted off. Haley sighed and rubbed his forehead, following her.

“You can’t do that!” Amber shouted, almost to the point of tears, when he walked in. “I’m way too old, my parents don’t even spank me anymore.”

“Should we add lying to your long list of crimes?” Haley inquired, leaning in the doorway, crossing his arms.

“But they don’t!” argued the preteen, tossing her pillow across the room.

Haley sighed picking up the pillow as he walked to her bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and frowned at his niece. “Remember last Christmas when I visited? Your father took you out to the car?” Haley asked, waiting for Amber’s embarrassed reaction. “Either you’d forgotten your coat or he gave you something to cry about.”

Amber bit her lower lip. “But not since then!” she objected, holding up a finger correctively.

“Amber Michelle, do you think I’m stupid?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“What?! Why?!”

“Because, you live here in England and all your family is across the ocean, that stupid,” Amber told him softly, hugging tightly to her pillow.

Haley’s first instinct was to grab her wrist and pull her across his knees, but he saw that she didn’t really mean to be offensive. She was getting rather sad and curled up in the fetal position. And then, she did have a point anyway.

“My job is here... and we’re together now anyway, aren’t we?”

“Yeah right,” she said sarcastically.

He was starting to feel tired too, and his head hurt from the constant bickering. “Look, Amber, we could go on all night and not get anywhere, so listen up: I told you what is okay to do and what is not okay, and I know that it’s the same with your parents. So nothing changes when you’re here, and yes, I can and will spank you if you give me trouble, but I do NOT want to do that. I love it that you’re here and I want to spend time with you, but if you want to spend your holidays arguing and getting a sore bottom from it, that’s fine.” He stood from the bed and approached the door. “Just let me know.”

And with that, he exited the room, holding his arm a second before slamming the door. Not a sound from Amber, who remained snuggled against the pillow, looking at the wall. Haley hoped she would think about what he’d said.

In the room, the little girl felt a huge pang of guilt to her stomach, and a lump form in her throat. No way she was going to screw up this wonderful holiday with uncle; she thought that she really ought to improve her manners if she didn’t want to get in trouble. But on the other hand, why were adults all so annoying? And why did they always want to get their way? It was so unfair. She’d always thought of uncle Haley as the cool guy from Europe, and she didn’t really mean that about her family. But still... she was just so angry and it was so unfair and made her want to cry!

But she was so tired that her body had the best of her, and she finally fell asleep before shedding the first tear.

~|~|~

The following morning found Amber skipping down the stairs at 7:30, already dressed in her pink two-piece, way too small swimsuit. Haley wished he could sleep a bit more, but he woke with a startle at the pre-teen’s exuberant entrance in his room:

“Uncleeeee! C’mon it’s late! The beach is waiting! There’s many people already, I saw it from my window!”

Still drowsy from sleepy, the man groaned and looked around. “Couldn’t you wait till I got up and called you?...”

“Nooo!”

“... nooo, of course, why did I even ask. Alright kiddo, get ready.”

“I AM ready!” she whined.

He looked up from the bed and saw her standing there, and frowned. “You’re wearing that?”

She smiled brightly. “Like it?”

“No!”

She pouted.

“It’s too... well...”

“Oh come on!” Amber said with a generous eye roll. “Give me a break okay? I won’t be near you all day anyway.”

“That’s exactly what I fear,” he mumbled, but still got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

She seemed to have forgotten all about the previous night, or at least she was pushing it off her mind, so he might have as well done that too and just get on with the day. He really didn’t feel like fighting all summer long with such a smart-minded (and smart-mouthed) little girl.

Ten minutes later he was ready – never soon enough for impatient Amber – and they were on their way to the beach. Despite the girl’s constant arguing (“Do you have to buy the newspaper?” “What’s with the morning coffee anyway?”) they soon got into a joking contest and enjoyed themselves during the walk to the beach.

Southwold was no Costa Azzurra or anything, yes, but it was still a pretty cool seaside to spend a few hours’ relax. The sun was bright even though not too warm, but Amber didn’t seem to care. She still enjoyed the place, and familiarized with the people, and played in the sand, and took long baths, and occasionally cast sweet looks towards a few of the boys – who of course returned the attention.

Sometimes Haley would tell her that it wasn’t polite to giggle at people just because their English accent was funny. “They probably think you’re weird to be speaking American, you know?”

Amber rolled her eyes and mimicked the British talk: “Bollocks!”

Haley laughed, but then reached over and gently smacked her upside down her head. “Any more obscenities and you’ll regret it.”

She giggled and shook her head, but the warning had somehow registered in her mind.

By mid-afternoon, they were both tired and almost burnt. Haley made a mental note to buy some sunscreen the following morning. Amber didn’t even complain much about having to leave the beach, probably because she was exhausted, herself. They rode a bus to go back home, and she fell asleep on his lap, suddenly waking up at their stop and claiming that she “never fell asleep”. Haley wondered why sleeping was considered such weakness among youngsters. Or maybe it was her to be so active that she couldn’t even think about falling asleep!

The evening went by fine, even though Amber’s remarks about the woman who would come to dinner the following night were far from complimentary.

“I told you to behave when she’s here,” Haley gently reminded her while sipping his juice and chewing on the sausages. “And by the way, her name is Josephine.”

“Eww!” Amber made a face, but quickly changed that when he cast her a nasty look. “Well, I don’t like it. And she’s old.”

“She’s not even thirty!”

“See, she’s old.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. “So I’m old too, huh?”

“Most definitely.” She said that with a smile, but she still meant it. “Aww well, a good kind of old anyway.”

“Why, thank you,” Haley said with sarcasm. “Now I feel like an antiquarian.”

“A what?”

“What do they teach you in school, huh?” he rolled his eyes. “It’s a person who sells antiques. That’s ancient furniture and stuff.”

“Boring,” she muttered as she returned to her sausages.

The usual viewing of Buffy followed, and the third episode in a row ended right a few minutes before ten o’clock. Amber was very tired by now, but so immersed in demon fights and stolen kisses that she wouldn’t ever detach from the screen.

“Alright, time for bed...”

“Uncleeee!”

“... for both of us, if that comforts you.”

She wore a tight face. “Not at all. Oh pleeeeease I wanna stay up! Just a little more?”

Haley stood before the couch, hands on his hips. “Amber, how old are you?”

The girl arched her eyebrows, not expecting the question and suspecting some trick behind it. “Eleven years and fifty weeks old...” she replied carefully.

“Heh... okay. Well, you sound six. Barely.”

Her jaw dropped: that was the ultimate offence to a girl who’s about to turn twelve and is even too proud of it. “What?!” she exclaimed.

“Last time you visited here,” Haley remembered, “you never wanted to go to bed. I clearly recall your mother directing you to bed one night with sharp slaps to your bum.”

Amber blushed a few shades of red. She did recall that most embarrassing episode too... the living room full with relatives watching her sent off to bed with a warm behind.

“Your point is?”

“My point, missy,” Haley said threateningly, but still smiling, as he bent to eye-level with her, “is that you’re old enough to know when you should go to bed. So, either you march your little butt upstairs right now, or I’m going to pull down your shorts and panties and make sitting a hard task for you for the next couple of days.” Amber’s eyes went wide like saucers. “So, what do you choose? Yes or no? You have ten seconds.”

Haley was sure that the threat of a spanking – and on the bare bottom, too – would be more than enough to have her behave. Sure, she was a rebellious child in a way, but few could be faced with such an outright menace and not start to behave.

Wrong.

“I don’t need ten seconds! You’re not sending me to bed because you just said I’m old enough to know where I should go to sleep and I know that NOW is NOT the time!” she yelled in his face, throwing a full-blown tantrum. “And then you’re SO not pulling down my panties! I’m a big girl now and no one is seeing my bare tush okayyyy?!”

Surprising even himself, Haley didn’t lose his composure. “I take that as a no.”

And he grabbed her wrist, pulling her slender body to him. Amber’s reaction was immediate, and sound. “Nooooo! What the hell are you doing?! You can’t! Lemme go!”

But even though she was fit from being a cheerleader and everything, he was still no match for her, and soon had her lie face-down across his lap as he sat on the couch.

“Obviously you don’t listen when I tell you not to argue,” he explained calmly.

Then... whack!... he brought his hand down with medium force across her pert bottom cheeks.

“Aaaaiiiiiaahahhhhaaaaaa!!” Amber screamed as though she was being murdered, definitely more than the single swat deserved. “Nooo what did I do??”

“You know that perfectly well,” Haley said. “Not going to bed when told to, always arguing, foul language...”

“Let me go damnit!”

“... that is still continuing, and most of all, you’ve been yelling at me more than once already.” He raised his hand and delivered a second smack across both of her cheeks, and the child’s reaction was similar. “I told you already and I’ll repeat it now: the moment I yell at you, you’ll have the right to do the same, but until then, you will owe me the same respect I owe you. Is that clear?” A third swat! fell on her behind, and she shrieked again.

“Yes yes it’s clear now let me goooo!” Amber yelled for all she was worth. She felt trapped and her trying to squirm out of the way were only making it hurt all the more. She felt treated unfairly and wanted to be elsewhere.

“Amber Michelle Spencer!” Haley roared. The room fell silent. Amber lay still. “Finally! Now. I’m getting tired of all this fighting, and I’m getting tired of repeating things. Now you start listening to me, young lady, or you really won’t like what I’m going to do to you. Is that clear? Answer yes or no.”

He knew he was laying it down pretty hard, with the ominous threats and everything, but he also realised he was finally getting to her somehow. On her behalf, Amber hadn’t been so scared in... well, she had never really been so scared. She often made relatives upset, yes, but uncle was infuriated. Her first thought was: ‘Uh oh, have I gone too far?’

“Y-yes...” was her feeble reply.

She gripped the sofa cushions hard and held her breath, waiting for the next smack of his hand... but it didn’t come. He resumed talking instead, and this time she lent an ear.

“Good. Now listen very carefully because I won’t repeat this part,” he said, still very firmly. “Just like anyone, you have rules to obey to. I thought you could regulate yourself, but it turns out you aren’t. I was, at your age. That’s partly your parents’ fault if you ask me, but it’s yours too. Well, I do not and will not accept that, Amber Michelle. Know that you either behave and we can have a world of fun together, or you’re spending most of your summer across my lap getting your bottom spanked.”

Not a word from her. She was so breathless by now and her heart pounded so fast she wouldn’t have been able to say anything anyway.

“Speaking of which: when I tell you that you are to get spanked, you will get spanked. All these antics you pull just make it harder and longer. And yes, it’s on your bare bottom.”

As if to reinforce his words, his hand pulled her shorts and panties down to mid-thigh in one swift motion. Amber struggled and was about to yell again, but a firm grip on her waist told her it was better to shut up. Tears welled up in her eyes though.

“Protests will only earn you more of the same,” Haley continued, his tone somewhat softened but still firm, “and also, I expect the proper respect from you while you’re being disciplined. But, as I said, I don’t want to have to spank you at all. Do you have this part clear, missy?”

Amber still didn’t have it in her to talk, so she just nodded. Now a few silent tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Good. As of now, you’re getting spanked for attitude, disobedience, foul language and disrespect. You will be spanked for three minutes on your bare bottom, just so you know. Do you understand?”

Before Amber could even answer, it had begun. Haley, being a man of his word, kept to his promise and spanked firmly for three minutes. The preteen tried her hardest to be still and quiet as possible, but that only held out for a few seconds and she began to squirm and whimper.

It was unlike any spanking she had every gotten. Her father’s hand was almost large enough to cover her whole bottom, and made quick work of her white little fanny, turning it pink almost instantly. Haley, on the other hand spanked slowly and methodically, taking his time and making sure to cover every inch of the upturned rear end before him.

Each crisp spank landed on a different part of the plump cheeks, leaving bright pink imprints of his hand. He reined down a smack every few seconds, taking his time and making her first spanking more memorable.

“This is for <SMACK> your disrespect <SPANK>, your argumentative attitude <WHACK>, and your foul language <SLAP SMACK> You are going to behave, Amber, do I make myself clear?”

“Owwww! Y-yesssss!”

By the time three minutes was up Amber was lying limp across her uncles lap, sobbing like a baby. Maybe it was because her only uncle, who she never expect to ever do so, was spanking her, or maybe she had realized that she had definitely gone too far with her attitude. Now she was broken into heart-racking sobs that even her uncle couldn’t turn a deaf hear to.

“Shh, it’s all over,” Haley whispered in comfort, rubbing circles on her back. As soon as Amber realized it was over she forced herself off his lap and blushed as she stood in front of him.

“I...” she tried to speak, desperately wanting to cover herself – but rubbing her glowing red bottom was a priority.

“Yes?” Haley edged her on. He really wanted to hear those words.

“I... I’m s-sorry,” Amber said in a whisper, then resumed crying brokenheartedly, eyes downcast.

“That’s good to hear. Now just behave, okay sweetheart?”

Her ears perked up at the term of endearment. “Y-you’re not angry?...”

“Um, yes, you could say I am upset, but that doesn’t change that you’re my niece and I love you,” Haley said with a warm smile.

Amber was not new to the mechanics of a spanking, but somehow it always affected her that she might still be loved so much even after screwing up. Unable to restrain herself, she flung her arms around uncle’s neck and sobbed heavily on his shoulder.

Haley couldn’t tell how long they stayed like that. Must’ve been pretty long, though. Amber’s sobs became steady crying, then soft crying, then just sniffles. He kept rocking her back and forward, stroking her back and watching as she soothed her burning backside. Eventually her body went completely limp, and when he heard her breathing harden, he knew she was in dreamland.

It was about time, he thought to himself, and seriously hoped it wouldn’t take her a red bum every night in order to fall asleep. But it was good to have established how things worked there, and even though he suspected he was wrong, Haley still kindled the hope that one spanking was all it would take.

Rising slowly from the couch, he carried Amber to her bedroom and placed her flat on her belly on the bed. Her shorts and panties were lying somewhere on the living room floor, so he just covered her with a light sheet. He kissed the back of her head and whispered ‘goodnight’.

It had been a little of a false start, but now their holiday together could really begin.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley, Emmalynn. Contact for information and/or feedback.