Glitter Storm – Part Two

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“Thank you so much. We will call back down whenever we are done with it,” Andi said as she handed the bellhop outside the door a few dollars in a tip. She took the vacuum from his hand and dragged it into the room, leaving it just inside the door before turning to her brat with a renewed sense of determination.  

            In the corner, London shifted uncomfortably once more. She could barely hear the conversation between Andi and whoever brought up the vacuum cleaner, and while she worried the man may have able to see her in the corner, she didn’t want to risk moving.Andi was already beyond upset, and the last thing she needed to do was push any more buttons, like moving without permission.

           Still, it felt as if an eternity had passed since she arrived in the horrid corner.Why she had been so… so stupid to listen to Angela? Just why? Within their group of friends, Angela was known to bethetrouble maker. She herself had heard countless stories and seen multiple instances of the trouble Angela was capable of.It was just stupid.

London shifted again and thought about the sting that was still ruminating on her bottom cheeks. If Andi’s hand stung that much, how bad would the tawse be? She felt herself gulp as the door to the hotel room closed and she heard the soft pads of footfalls stalking closer to her.

            Before she could prepare herself though, Andi reached the corner and popped London firmly. “You ready, little brat?”

London only nodded her head and shifted.She was already feeling rather miserable for herself, but the pop only emphasized her fears of how much her lesson was going to sting.

            “Words please.”

            Even through the nerves, London managed to find her tongue and mumbled a quick, “Yes ma’am.”

            “Good, go ahead and step out of your jeans and panties and come with me.”

London found her ears burning with embarrassment, and the smirk that Andi was giving her, told her she wasn’t the only one.Carefully, she managed to strip, stumbling as she tried not to think about what was coming next.It took a moment for London to gather her courage, but she finally looked up at Andi.She chewed her lip and then took Andi’s hand.

            “Okay you, let’s go and get this backside warming over with,” Andi said as she squeezed the fingers in her hand before leading both of them to the end of London’s bed. Andi reached down and placed a quick kiss to London’s forehead then pointed to the pillow. “Go ahead and bend over, little brat. Get comfy you are going to be there for a bit.”

            London hesitated, but knew what was expected and slowly stood on her toes before falling over the edge of the mattress. Andi placed a hand on either hip, slightly adjusting the London into a position and London internally cringed. She knew that Andi was lining her up, giving her the best access to her backside, and especially her tender and dreaded sit-spots.

            “Okay, little brat. Anything you want to say?” Andi asked as she patted one perky cheek.

London gasped at her touch but shook her head.“Only that I’m sorry, ma’am.”

            “I accept your apology, and you are forgiven. little brat.” 

Andi then rubbed London’s bottom a moment more before she reached over her and picked up the twase. At 30 inches long, with 20-inch-long falls that were each an inch wide, the twase’s twin tails would sting something fierce to any woman’s behind, much less to London’s sensitive skin.Andi didn’t hesitate; however, as she stepped to the side and aimed the twase against still pink skin. She tapped it lightly waiting for London to relax. As soon as her cheeks softened, Andi raised the twase and brought it down lightly across the full of both cheeks.

            London was surprised when the first swat of the twase landed with just enough force to string but not much more so than Andi’s hand. She had tensed in preparation for an assault, but the second connection of the twase was much like the first. It was stingy but surprisingly light. By the time she had received five of the lighter licks, all across the full of her cheeks, she had begun to believe that she wouldn’t have too much of an issue handling this.

Her relief, however, wasn’t to last.The sixth stoke broke Andi’s inner mantra and landed much harder across the center of London’s cheeks.As the sting registered, London couldn’t help gripping the bed sheets in agony as the swat not only stung but then seemed to grow deeper as it resonated into her bottom. She didn’t like that and found herself crying into the bed as she felt the twase travel down to rest along her sit spots.

            “Little brat, listen to me. What you did today could have been dangerous. What if I had got some of that glitter in my eyes? Or your eyes for that matter. What if one of us would have inhaled it and it got into our lungs?We would have ended up in the emergency room. That is not okay, and I’m telling you now if I ever hear you pranking people with glitter again. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a month.”       

With that warning, London felt another equally hard stroke connect across the full of her bottom. It stung and just added to the already uncomfortably fire in her cheeks. It took everything in her not to reach back and rub. She danced on her toes as the twase returned to tapping.

While London danced, but Andi was patient. She waited for her to still before delivering another stroke, this time light, but lower to her undercheeks. London sighed a little in relief at the lighter stroke but slightly flinch again as Andi resumed her pre swat tapping.

            “Just three more,” Andi announced still tapping.

            London whined into the bed and clutched the fabric in her fingers tighter. She went up on her toes before settling back into place. Andi pulled back as soon as the brunette was settled. The crack of the tawse was rung in the room. The stroke was hard and left a red slash across London’s sit spots.

            London huffed in quick, shallow breaths fighting the urge to scream. That swat had been the hardest of any she had received so far and stung deep into her bottom. After a long moment, it started to dissipate, and she was able to settle again only to cringed as the tawse returned to her bottom. She squeezed her eyes closed readying for the next swat. She was fighting the tears threatening to fall.

The leather left, and she felt herself tense. When it returned, hard and sharp, she couldn’t breathe for a second.Fire raced through her bottom. She wriggled frantically hoping that’d help dissipate the sting.  

            “One more little brat then we are done,” Andi quietly assured somewhere behind her.

Without warning, another hard swat landed across the bottom of her cheeks leaving a streak of fire behind. London quickly grabbed a pillow yelping into it loudly before reaching back to very carefully rub her molten backside.

            Andi dropped the tawse and stepped closer to her little brat placing one hand to tenderly rub alongside London’s. The other went to make slow soothing circles on her back.“You did good honey. Good girl. All is forgiven now. Come here and let me hold you.”

Andi carefully guided them both to the head of the bed and pulled London close and held her, and London tucked herself under Andi’s chin and curls up as tight as she could. “I’m sorry for dumping glitter on you, ma’am.”

Andi pecked her forehead and squeezed the younger woman tighter.“You are forgiven, little brat. I meant what I said though. I’m inspecting your bag for any other pranky stuff.”

At the threat, London just wriggled a bit and hid in Andi’s chest. Andi chuckled and held her even tighter. Quietly, Andi began to hum a lullaby and rocked side to side allowing London to relax.Eventually, London’s breathing slowed as her body relaxed. Andi continued to hum and watched as London’s eyes fluttered closed. They were heavy, and she was fighting actually falling asleep.

A few times through the lullaby, however, London’s soft snore proved that she finally had succumbed to sleep.Andi carefully slid her down to the mattress and settled her onto a pillow. Andi then slid out from under London and pulled a blanket over her.

She stood from the bed and went to pick up her hat. Her favorite hat. It was still covered in glitter and Andi couldn’t help but growl at that. “Damn, glitter storm.”

Glitter Storm – Part One

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London pressed her hand over her mouth trying to contain a giggle that was threatening to give away her position. Anxiously, the brat held her breath as she carefully leaned around the corner of the small hotel room and watched as the room door eased open and Andi pushed her way inside.

What happened next seemed like slow motion for just as Andi crossed the threshold, the string which had been taped to the back of the door pulled the plastic cup, tipping it all the way over, and effectively dumping eight ounces of glitter all over the tall redhead. Andi froze in place and looked up blinking away some of the glitter caught by her light blonde eyelashes. She didn’t move for a long moment, almost as if she was in shock, but as she stood there, still staring at the cup, her voice broke through the hotel room. “London. Eve. Wells. Here. Now.”

London’s stomach dropped. Andi’s voice sounded more that irritated, and it suddenly occurred to her that she just might be in a bit too much trouble. Still, the prank had been a classic, and London straightened, she couldn’t help the grin that wouldn’t go away. Andi looked like she had been outside in a snow storm… only it was sparkly shiny flecks of metal rather than ice. The sparkly glitter was very much unlike the hard toppiness-shell she usually wore. She was typically wrapped in a flannel long sleeve, tight hip-hugging jeans, which were held in place by her mean leather belt, and boots of some flavor. Often, she even had a wide brimmed western hat that kept her long locks contained. She was a picture of southern cowgirl… even covered in glitter.

“Yes, ma’am?” London crowed as she scooted to stand in front of Andi. She was at a safe distance of course, and she had to resist the urge to reach back and cover her backside just based on the tone Andi was using.

Andi’s blazing blue eyes met London’s green ones. “What did I tell you after the fake spiders?”

London gulped and clenched her still slightly tender bottom. She remembered that conversation well. Sitting in on meetings the next day had not been anywhere near as fun as she thought it might be.

“Uh… well… you said you were going to take a twase to me… if there was any more pranks before we got home,” London gulped. The twase looked mean and if what Andi told her was the truth it would leave an impression for sure.

Andi nodded, lips pinched in a thin line. “And what would you call this present glitter situation?” Andi asked finally stepping fully into the hotel room and dropping her backpack by the door in a poof of glitter. London felt her body take a small step back.

“Well, er… uhm… Angela encouraged…” London tried fell silent. Andi’s left eye twitched like it always did when she was about to get swatty, and London again wondered if maybe she’d gone a bit too far. It sounded like a bit of fun… at the time.

“And you thought it would be a good idea to listen to Angela of all people? The same one who has gotten not one, but two separate warning swats from me today alone?” Andi’s west Texas accent drew out and London wanted nothing more than to squirm at the funny feeling that had returned to her belly. Damn that Angela for talking her into trouble!

“Well, I didn’t think too much about the thing you said after the spiders,” London replied, shifting nervously. “And as Angela already pointed out, I already had the stuff to do it so might as well put it to good use.”

London didn’t get to say more as Andi took step forward and grabbed her by the ear. She then took a quick two steps across the room, and before London knew what was happening, she felt her jeans fall down her legs and her body being led over Andi’s lap. Only a moment, later she was face to face with a couch cushion, and Andi was pulling her panties up between her cheeks effectively baring her poor bottom.

“Apparently, the last conversation we had was not enough for you to stay out of trouble. But I suspected as much. I’ve never known anyone to learn anything from just a hand spanking, including you.” Andi expertly wrapped her arm around London’s hip and began to work on her bottom. First quick deliberate swats were administered. London started to squirm almost immediately as Andi struck back and forth, sweeping upward across the fullest of both of her cheeks. London could definitely tell there was something different about this spanking. Maybe it was Andi spanking harder to begin with or her already sore cheeks, but her feet couldn’t stay still on the carpet. Her toes began to drum with ever stroke of Andi’s hard palm.

As Andi’s focused on giving London a session she wouldn’t soon forget, London had a hard time staying still. It was no longer funny as London noticed glitter flowing down around them both, settling on to the couch and the floor. She yipped and bounced all over Andi’s lap, each swat reminding her that she was already too tender from the last time. London found herself gasping, and then gripping the cushion tightly when Andi began focusing on just one cheek at a time swatting the same spot repeatedly

“When I’m done spanking your bare, naughty, little bottom I’m going to go through your bag and see what else you have hidden away, brat. And anything you shouldn’t have, I’m confiscating!” Andi declared with a particularly nasty swat to London’s sit spot. She then continued to slap a quick and deliberate rhythm onto the place where London’s thigh met bottom until London was sure it must be a it was a deep, rosy color and London was sure it was actually smoking.

Just when London thought she could take no more, Andi relented and stopped to rub the tender cheeks over her thighs. “Little girl, I’m going to let you up and when I do you are going to march just like you are over to that corner and plant yourself there until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?”

London groaned still over her lap but nodded into the couch. Carefully, she let Andi help her up and steady her before pointing here to the corner of the room. She knew Andi was watching her, but she couldn’t resist rubbing her cheeks with one hand as she shuffled, holding up her pants at the knees with the other hand as she walked.

The waiting game then began, broken only as London heard Andi pick up the phone and call the front desk. “Yes, this is room 702, do you have a vacuum cleaner you can send up? We made a small mess and we need a little help.” A short conversation later, in which London squirmed in the corner through it was agreed that someone would be up shortly with a vacuum.

After hanging up the phone Andi looked at the little brat in the corner. She sure asked for it this time. The three feet around the door was covered in glitter and there was a trail between the door and the couch of the room she was currently sitting in. Andi as carefully as possible unbuttoned and pulled off her shirt and rolled the glitter inside attempting to prevent any further mess from happening. Her shirt off, she took the hat from her head and sat it on the small table in front of her, resisting grumbling about the $200 hat being covered in glitter dust.

Andi again checked once more on the brat in the corner before going to find another shirt and pulling it on over her head. Her next stop was her bag of toys. Pulling out the twase, she laid it on the center of London’s bed. Finally, she placed two pillows at the end of the same bed before turning back to her charge.

“As soon as the vacuum is here you are going to meet the twase little girl!” Andi announced before she returned to her seat on the couch to await whoever was bringing up a vacuum. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for her brat, It didn’t take long before there was a solid knock at the door.