Pairing: Lucy/Bonnie (F/f) hand, wooden spoon

Prompt for Jazmine F ( ) for Aaron bath scene.

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Bennett-Wilson Residence

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Earlier

Lucy was a distant cousin on Bonnie's mom's side, but they had grown up together, only growing apart the last few years.

"Lucy, the guest room is empty. There's a double bed in there that my friend's use when they sleep over," Bonnie said, as the witches came into the living room entrance.

"Thanks, hun. It's been too long since I visited and we shouldn't have had to meet like we did," Lucy said, frowning over the memory of her abduction. "I feel lost. I don't have any of my stuff. Those stupid Traveler's grabbed me off the street. I don't know what they did with my purse. My license, id, cards, all gone."

"Bummer. Too bad we couldn't do a locator spell," Bonnie grinned.

"Locator spell? I'm thinking we do a spell to protect ourselves. Sooner rather than later," Lucy remarked, dropping onto the couch. "They are dangerous and the ones killed were just passengers."

"But Markos is dead," Bonnie argued. "Right?"

"I don't know. I hope. They were mostly speaking in some foreign language," Lucy explained. "Bonnie, I wasn't the first witch they captured. I think they have others in secret locations. We have to be careful. We're the last of the Bennett bloodline. They kept taking my blood, weakening me. Did you ward this house?"

"Yeah, of course," Bonnie assured her older cousin. "But I think a few new protection spells is a good idea."

"Let's get some sleep and we'll talk later," Lucy said. "I also need a long shower. I've been in these clothes for days."

Bonnie frowned, "I'm so sorry that you got dragged into this crap, Luce. And that we fell out of touch."

Lucy got up and nodded, "Yeah, it was my fault. I tried the whole 'finding myself' thing after my mom and Grams passed, but all I did was run away. My mom was my rock and without her around, I gave up. And I've learned that Bennett witches shouldn't run, we should pursue."

Bonnie smiled, "I like that. There are towels in the hall closet and some extra toothbrushes and stuff. Dad always brings stuff back from hotels. We haven't bought soap and hand lotion for years."

Lucy looked around and bit her lip, saying, "The place looks good. But Bonnie, where is your dad? I know Rudy works a lot, but have you been living here alone?"

Bonnie shrugged, "Yeah, Dad got a new contract and it really couldn't be helped. He trusts me and I told him I'm okay, but Ric and Elena's aunt Jenna wanted me to stay there...But they have April living there now. Lucy, are you planning on sticking around?"

Lucy put an arm around Bonnie, promising, "You are stuck with me, k? I was staying on my friend's couch, not even really a friend, just some guy I met. I wasn't being smart. We really need to watch ourselves. I feel like this is just the beginning of something big. Our elders never wanted us involved in vampire affairs or with other covens. That never turned out well for us. Never."

Bonnie wasn't quite sure what Lucy meant, but she was relieved her older cousin wasn't taking off again. Bonnie had missed her.

"We'll figure it out," Bonnie said. "And there's no food in the house. One nice thing about Dad being gone is he lives me his credit card for food and stuff. We can eat like queens."

Lucy laughed, "Good! I'm starving...Those Travelers have really weird taste in food. I think I ate a hedgehog and rabbit stew! The worst part was the guts were still in it. I'm never going to get over that one."

Bonnie made a gagging sound and the girls went to clean up and get some rest. Later, when Bonnie woke up from her nap, she listened to the voicemail from Klaus. He and Damon were dropping off Damon's 'baby." The day was looking up, Bonnie was getting a new car. Damon's car.

Mikaelson Mansion

Afternoon

"Aaron, you have to eat," Wes determined, gently awakening the boy. The slender, blond doctor was worried about Aaron. He had called the school and told them he was found. They wished him well and told him that Aaron was not welcomed back. He'd have to figure out a new plan for them both.
"Okay," Aaron said, groggily. "I am kinda hungry. They basically live on pizza and wings at the frat house. I think I got food poisoning."

Wes grimaced, "Nice try, young man. I think you actually have a severe hangover. Have you been boozing it up all this time?"

Aaron got up slowly and sat up, rubbing his face.
"Yeah, I mean, I didn't have anything better to do. You were gone and the guys took me in when they found out who I was," Aaron shared.

"What? You told them you were a Whitmore? I thought we agreed you would go by Maxfield for your protection," Wes chided, handing Aaron a tray of broth, toast, and tea.

"Um, yeah, I told them they'd all get straight A's if they helped me get by," Aaron chuckled. "Some of them never even went to class so they thought it was a good deal."

Wes gave Aaron a stern look. "I don't think this is funny at all, Aaron David Whitmore. You are in a lot of trouble!"
Aaron devoured the toast and washed it down with a gulp of the weak tea. He wasn't concerned with Wes' lecture. He had heard it all before.

"Chill, Wes," Aaron said. "You know that stuffy school sucked. I got ten demerits for not tucking in my shirt. I mean, it was ridiculous and the guys there were all snobs. Plus, they had all been friends for years. I just didn't fit in."
Wes threw up his arms. "I don't even know what to say right now. This was your third school in two years. I don't even know if I can get you into another school with your poor transcripts and discipline record. Did you consider that?"
Aaron shoved another piece of buttered toast in his mouth.
"I can just stay here with you," Aaron said, his mouth full. "It's not a big deal."

Wes said in a chair across from Aaron.
"Look, Aaron, I know I haven't been the best guardian," Wes admitted. "I was consumed by my work and neglected you. But your parents trusted me to provide you with a decent education and upbringing. We need to sit down and figure out a plan for the future, for both of us. Now, finish eating and then you need to take a bath."

Aaron slurped up the luke warm chicken soup.

"This is pretty good," Aaron grumbled. "But I took a shower a couple of days ago, I'm good."

"You vomited on yourself earlier! Do you not recall that?" Wes reprimanded. "Finish up. This isn't up for a debate."
"No," Aaron retorted. "I said I'm good. I remember you wiping me down with a paper towel. Plus, I don't even have any clean clothes, all my stuff in those bags is gross. I didn't have quarters for the washer."

Wes exhaled, "I'll see if I can borrow some clothes for you. Finish up and I'll be back in a few minutes to help you."

Aaron cracked open the water bottle and chugged it.
"I don't need help 'cause I'm not taking a bath," Aaron said. "I'm not a little kid anymore. I think I've shown that I can take care of myself."

"Are you joking?" Wes asked, staring at the blond haired teen. "Like I said, I'm not arguing with you."

Wes walked out of the room as Aaron replied, "Whatever. You may be my guardian, but you're not my boss..."

Wes let the comment hang in the air and went to see if someone could lend them some clothes, as he had none himself to lend.

Bennett-Wilson Residence

Lucy had used the credit card and ordered some groceries to the house. She made sandwiches and iced tea and set them on the table for when Bonnie woke up. Lucy tried to get the image of that rabbit stew out of her mind as she ate her meal alone. Who the hell eats bunnies?

The doorbell rang and Lucy started, getting up suddenly. She had sleep restlessly, as the events of the nightmare of the last few days taunted her dreams.

Bonnie yelled, "It's for me. My new car is here."

Lucy got up as Bonnie invited in Klaus Mikaelson and Damon Salvatore. Damon looked like he was upset.

"Hello, Ms. Bennett," Klaus said, taking her hand. "I trust you are recovering from your ordeal?"

"I am trying," Lucy admitted. "But I'm still a little worried that they will come after us again."

Damon couldn't met the older witch's eyes. She had kindly done the spell that caused the mess with Stefan, but it wasn't her fault.

Klaus nodded, "We'll need to reach out to our sources and see what is known about these Travelers. In my long life, I haven't had any dealings of them. They must operate in deep secret."

Bonnie gushed at Damon, "So where are my keys?"

Damon frowned and held them out.
"Really, Bon? I thought you were joking, you know how I love that car," Damon muttered.

Klaus turned his intense gaze on his son.

"Damon, do not be sour about it. Give the young lady the keys," Klaus ordered.

Damon tossed them and Bonnie caught them laughing, tossing them up happily again.

"I think I'm going to put in a new stereo first," Bonnie determined.

Lucy was puzzled, "Bonnie, you have a nice car. What's going on?"
Bonnie gleefully filled in her cousin on the arrangement. Lucy was horrified.

"Mr. Mikaelson, would you excuse us? I need to have a word with my cousin in private," Lucy said, taking Bonnie was the arm. "Help yourself. There are sandwiches and stuff in the kitchen."

Klaus shrugged, "I could eat. Come on, Son, you need some sustenance. Your eating habits cannot subsist of malt alcohol."

Bonnie let Lucy lead her into her bedroom.

"Cuz, what is up? Klaus agreed to it. Damon has millions. You know that all vampires are super rich. He can buy another car. He's just being a big baby," Bonnie complained. "Ignore him, that's what I plan to do. I worked hard for that damn car. It's the least they can do."

Lucy pointed to the bed, demanding, "Sit your butt down. You know that witches in our coven are not to exchange spells for gifts. Our magic is not for sale. What the heck is wrong with you?"

"I'm not selling my magic," Bonnie snapped. "I helped them, like a lot. I deserve a little tip. It's not a payment. Jeez, overreact much?"

"I am not overreacting," Lucy said sternly. "Plus, you are 17, you don't need a sports car. What would your dad say? Did you even ask him? Do you have the money to pay for car insurance on a second car? Maintenance costs? Heck, Bonnie, you just got your driver's license!"

"Dad doesn't care. It's my life and my decision," Bonnie yelled. "And it's none of your business!"

"It is my business. I'm your family and the elder witch here. You will listen to me or there will be consequences. Now, let's go in the kitchen and tell them that you reconsidered," Lucy said firmly.

"No! You're being a bitch about this," Bonnie roared, incredulous that her cousin was bossing her around so stupidly. "And fuck the vampires, you just said we shouldn't even be helping them!"
"That's not what I meant. We have tenets in our faith and if you don't abide by them, our ancestors will be angry," Lucy warned. "You are returning the keys!"

"Damon is a dick and so are you," Bonnie spat, getting up to leave.

"Bonnie, you walk out of here and I'm getting the paddle," Lucy warned. She remembered times when the only time Bonnie settled down was after a swat or two with the sturdy wooden paddle from Rudy or Grams when the witch was younger. "Yeah, I remember where it is and how it got you to listen. Heck, I even spanked you once or twice with it."

Bonnie smirked, "Go on. Try. The paddle is history. Jokes on you, I gave it away."

Lucy grabbed Bonnie's arm and used her bare hand to smack the seat of Bonnie's shorts firmly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"OWWW, what the hell, Luce?" Bonnie gasped, grabbing her bottom. "You can't spank me anymore! You're not babysitting me, I'm freaking 17!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Lucy aimed lower, swatting Bonnie's thighs firmly.
"I can and I will. You know that in our family, you are supposed to behave or face the consequences. And I don't think you want a spanking in front of the vampires, because I will do it," Lucy warned. "Now, think about it? Is this car worth angering the ancestors, your dad, me, and your vampire friend?"
Bonnie hissed, "He's not my friend and he's also a witch and a wolf...So there. I can't believe you smacked me!"

Lucy had swatted Bonnie before when she was little and Lucy had been watching her, but this was different. Bonnie wasn't a kid anymore, the teen witch fumed to herself.

Smack!

"You are asking for more than my hand, Bon," Lucy went on. "We don't sell our magic. Period."

"I didn't...sell it. I just did a favor and got a reward for it," Bonnie said lamely, the idea now sounding obnoxious even to her.

Bonnie's face heated as she realized Klaus and Damon were probably listening to the whole thing. She turned on her stereo.

"Yes, that's even worse," Lucy lamented. "To charge another witch for services! That can get you banned from some covens. Bonnie, please, you need to grow up and do the right thing here."

"I don't know what that is," Bonnie admitted. "You know, Grams hid the fact that I was a witch until I thought I was going crazy. She hardly told me anything before she...died."

Bonnie broke down in tears thinking about Sheila Bennett. She had never fully dealt with her grief as Grams was more of her mother, than anyone.

Lucy hugged her hard.
"I know, I'm sorry," Lucy comforted. "My mom wouldn't let me tell you. They just wanted to protect you from our family legacy. It's a lot of pressure being a Bennett, huh?"
Bonnie wiped away some tears, muttering, "Yeah. Do you really think the ancestors would be angry with me?"

Lucy thought about it, "Yes, I do. And it's not the right thing to do. Witches have rules that govern them. When they don't, covens turn into, well, the Travelers. We don't want to be like them. We are guardians of nature and all that...Grams would want you to be the better person here. You know I'm right."
Bonnie finally conceded, "Fine, but I'm not happy about this."

"I know," Lucy said. "Now, we'll talk about the other stuff later when we call your dad."
Bonnie face fell, "He doesn't need to be involved. He's busy."

"Yeah, yeah," Lucy said, opening the door. "We'll see what he thinks about your behavior. Now, come on."

Bonnie hung her head and trudged to the kitchen to find Damon and Klaus eating.

"Good sandwiches," Damon chirped.

"You heard," Bonnie said drying, handing him the keys.

Klaus snatched them playfully. "Not so fast, you are still on restriction. You can drive my SUV home, Son."

"Bonnie, you have something to say to the Mikaelsons," Lucy attempted.

Bonnie pursed her lips, mumbling, "Sorry. I can't take the car. But thanks anyway, my magic is not for sale."

Klaus wisely didn't argue, but offered, "Well, by any rate, we appreciate your help and offer you our protection. Our house is always open to you and yours. Now, we shall get out of your hair. My son and I have some business to attend to. Ladies, good day."

Lucy walked out Klaus as Damon hung back.
"Thanks, Bon," Damon whispered. "I like your cousin. You need family to look out for ya."

"Don't gloat, Damon," Bonnie retorted. "I can still fuck you up when you're a dick."

Damon grinned, "Maybe now, but Kol is going to train me. And we have access to all those old grimoires..."

"Ugh, you are insufferable," Bonnie groaned. "Get out."

Klaus left and Bonnie sat and poured herself some iced tea in the kitchen.

Damon thanked Lucy in the living room.

"Hey, um, that anti-healing spell kinda backfired," Damon said. "You have anything to counter it?"

"I could, but your dad just asked me to do another spell," Lucy smiled. She chanted and Damon felt a tingling in his body.

"No! You didn't," Damon whined. "Please, Lucy, don't mess with my healing."
"Sorry, Damon," Lucy chuckled. "It sounds like you are really in for it. I warned you to be careful with that. Actions have consequences."

Damon clenched his fists, saying, "And I thought you were the nice Bennett witch, I guess I was wrong."

"Live and learn," Lucy said, shutting the door in his face. "Drive safe."

Damon growled to himself as Klaus yelled at him to hurry up and stop dawdling.

Mikaelson Mansion

Elijah carried a stack of neatly folded men's clothing in the bedroom.

"We'll get Greta's things out of here so you have more room," Elijah said, putting the clothes on the dresser. It was filled with perfume bottles and jewelry. "Aaron, I'm Elijah Mikaelson."

Elijah extended his hand and Aaron reluctantly shook it.

"Hey," Aaron said. "Nice place."

"Yes, my brother, Niklaus, recently renovated it," Elijah said. "Oh, I think I hear him home now, if you will excuse me."

"Yeah," Aaron mumbled.

Wes thanked Elijah and started to look through the clothes.

"You've grown a couple of inches since I saw you last," Wes commented. "You are taller than me now."
"Well, you are kind of short," Aaron snapped.

Wes ignored the snark and found Aaron some sweat pants and a t-shirt. There were new packages of briefs and white socks.

"I'm not wearing that crap," Aaron fumed.

"Get out of those smelly clothes," Wes suggested. "You will feel better when you are clean. When was the last time you brushed?"
Aaron rolled his eyes and smirked, "I do brush my teeth. You know, I've been meeting a lot of girls. One of the tri-delts said I was the best she ever had!"
Wes turned to Aaron in shock.
"Did she know you are 14 years old? Aaron, I hope you are joking, you are much too young," Wes corrected.

Wes laughed, "Chill, dude. I am messing with you. But not every guy wants to live like a monk like you do."

"Being focused on your career is not 'living like a monk,'" Wes said dryly, relieved Aaron seemed to be joking about the girls. He still thought of him as the little boy who was blown away when Wes took him to his lab and did experiment for him. "Remember how much you liked the Pharaoh's Serpent when I used to take you to class with me?"

Wes used mercury thiocyanate and set it on fire to impress the boy. It formed long snakelike reactions. Aaron also loved the safety equipment and lab coat he got to wear. Wes wasn't sure when things had changed between them for the worst. Probably, when he got deeper into the Augustines and trying to save all of humanity from vampires...

Aaron grunted, "Yeah, I was like ten. It was cool, but partying is cooler."

Wes frowned, "Well, those days are over. And if you don't start studying and applying yourself, you won't ever get to have a real college experience."

"You think those snotty brats at the boarding school didn't party? They did and they do drugs. The frat brothers could actually learn a thing or two from them!" Aaron erupted, pushing the clothes Wes had set on the bed for him to the front.

Wes replied tightly, "Your days of prep school are over. Maybe a dose of reality is what you need. I think I'm going to enroll you in Mystic Falls High School. We'll see if you like that. They don't have fencing lessons and...catered lunches there!"
Aaron laughed, "You think that is a threat! I just want a normal life."

Wes snapped back, "Good. You will have it with chores, a curfew, and me up your ass all the time. Now, pick up those clothes."

"No," Aaron sassed. "You do it."

The door opened, Klaus came in. "Ah, Aaron, you are awake and remarkably sober yet I still can smell the stench of the party on you. Too busy for a wash?"

Aaron stood and kicked the clothes.

"I'm good, sir," Aaron attested. "Wes here was just threatening me with a normal life."

"It sounds like you were doing some threatening of your own. Are we having a tantrum?" Klaus asked wryly, glancing at Wes's angry expression.

"Aaron doesn't want to take his bath nor wear the clothing your brother has provided him," Wes added reproachfully.

"Oh, he doesn't?" Klaus said. "Wes, go draw the boy a bath, please."

Wes eyed the Original and went into the spacious bathroom.

"Let me make this clear, Aaron," Klaus said. "I do not know you or what is going on in that teenage brain of yours, but you smell and need to bathe. It's as simple as that."

Aaron stared down the blond man in front of him.

"Fine, turn around so I can change unless you are a perv," Aaron challenged.

"A 'perv'?" Klaus chuckled, as he turned his back. "I am going to let that one go. Throw those clothes in the bin, we'll burn them."

Aaron waited and then ran for the door. Klaus vamped to the boy and catch him easily.

"How did you...? What the fuck, man?" Aaron gasped, as Klaus picked him up.

"I studied...martial arts," Klaus said. "All of them actually, you ought to try it."

"But y-you...," Aaron whimpered. "Put me down. I'm going back to Whitmore with my friends."
Wes came out to say the bath was ready.

"He tried to flee," Klaus explained. "Help me get these foul garments off him."
Wes and Klaus stripped the struggling boy as he punched and fought.

"Now settle down," Klaus roared as Wes caught a punch in the eye. "I would hate to give you a thrashing on your first day here!"

Aaron's mouth popped open. "Y-You c-can't do that!"

Wes rubbed his eye as Klaus plopped Aaron into the warm bubble bath.

"You know, Aaron, maybe that is exactly what you need," Wes warned. "I never punished you, but that is going to change. Now, wash!"

Klaus chuckled and handed Wes a long handled wooden bath brush.
"Here, that's good for scrubbing or paddling his bottom if he tries to get out. Use it," Klaus said a tone that brooked no dissension.

"I will," Wes attested, taking the brush.

Aaron gulped and started to wash himself with a wash cloth.

"I will see you two at supper tonight," Klaus said in parting. "It's at six sharp. Semi-formal garb and do not be late."

Bennett-Wilson Residence

"Okay, I get that you are mad, but enough pouting," Lucy said as Bonnie's silent treatment grew into the next hour.

"I'll talk if you don't call my dad," Bonnie reasoned.

"That is not up to you," Lucy said sternly. "Look, I know I'm only eight years older than you, but I care about you Bon. I don't want you getting into all this trouble with other witches and supernaturals. You have to be smart about stuff."

"Is that why I found you as a prisoner of the freaking Travelers?" Bonnie shouted. "If it wasn't for me, you might be dead."
Lucy yelled, "It was because of you they got me!"

"What?" Bonnie asked in shock. That had never occurred to her.

Lucy sunk back into the kitchen chair in exhaustion.

"I didn't mean to say it like that," Lucy confessed. "But when they couldn't get to you, they came for me. They needed our blood for something...I don't know what."

Bonnie fiddled with her cell phone.

"Sorry, Luce," Bonnie said. "I didn't know."

"I know. I'm not blaming you. I tried to get away from all the drama," Lucy said dryly. "You know, live a normal human life. I even had a boyfriend, but I couldn't hack it."
Bonnie looked down, asking, "So what are we going to do? Just hole up here until they come for us again?"

"No," Lucy figured. "We are going to figure out what they wanted. Do our research, use our resources. Bonnie, we can form our own coven for protection. We can fight back."

Bonnie met Lucy's eyes, saying, "I would like that. I can't do this on my own, Luce. I'm tired. Everyone comes to me and I don't know what is right or wrong anymore. My friend Elena almost died in all of this...for her doppelgänger blood. The Originals are back in town and everything is upside down. I need balance...and I'm failing at school."
Lucy was shocked, "Failing? But Bonnie you are so smart! How could you be failing?"
"Slacking off, not doing my homework," Bonnie confessed. "I just can't balance it all. I might get thrown off the cheerleading team if I don't bring my grades up. I'm on academic probation."
"This is unacceptable," Lucy reprimanded. "Okay, I know your mom Abby is out somewhere in the wind and your dad is...busy, but that is no excuse. What would Grams do?"

Bonnie flushed and played with the bracelets on her arms.

"You know, probably ground me forever after busting my ass with the paddle," Bonnie said, sneaking a quick look at Lucy.

"Well, then that's what we are going to do," Lucy determined. She got up and grabbed the biggest wooden spoon from the mason jar on the counter. "I'm going to punish you for everything and then we'll start fresh."

Bonnie laughed, "Yeah, right. Good one. Put that thing away."

Lucy stood, grasping the spoon. Bonnie realized that the older witch wasn't joking.
"You're not serious," Bonnie yelped, her heart starting to beat faster.

"I am," Lucy said. "Lean over the counter. I'll make this quick. Pants down."

Bonnie's eyes got big as she looked at the wooden spoon.

"No way," Bonnie chirped. "I haven't been spanked in years or even grounded!"

"That's 'cause no one was here to do it," Lucy noted. "Now, you've lost your cell phone. Keep arguing and you are going to be getting it on the bare bottom."

Bonnie looked at her phone and then back at her cousin.

"No, I'm sorry," Bonnie tried. "I'll start studying and going to class more. I promise!"
"You're skipping classes?" Lucy asked in disbelief. "This is not you. Pants and panties down. Now."

Bonnie started to cry. She wasn't sure if Lucy would do a spell on her, but knew that if she did, Bonnie couldn't retaliate. She knew deep down, she had deserved this. Maybe even needed someone to get her back on track.
Bonnie went to the counter and tugged down her sweats, leaving her cotton panties up.

Lucy came over and said, "Hands on the counter. Do not reach back or you'll be put to bed with another spanking."

Bonnie sobbed, "Lucy, come on. Please, don't!"

Lucy walloped Bonnie's clenching rear with the flat side of the spoon. Five licks on one side and five on the other. Fast.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Bonnie ached her head back and howled, "OHHHHHH!"

"Now, those didn't count. Panties down," Lucy concluded. "I am running out of patience."

Bonnie wailed and slid down her underpants to right below her stinging bottom.

"It hurts!" Bonnie sobbed.

"I know. I used to get more spankings that you. My mom didn't put up with anything," Lucy shared. "Now, spread those legs and stick out that butt. You are going to be a straight A student by the end of the year."

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Lucy flicked the spoon down quickly. Bonnie's bottom got pink and splotchy and she stomped her feet trying to deal with the burning.

"Feet down," Lucy warned. "You take you spanking for slacking at school and crappy attitude you are showing. You deserve the best and will work toward it. Got it?"

Lucy punctuated her lecture with swats that crept down to Bonnie's crease and sit spots.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Bonnie wiggled and fought to keep her hands on the counter. Lucy wasn't striking hard, relying on the weight of the big spoon to build up a more gradual sting. And sting it did.

"OWWWWWWIEEEEE," Bonnie erupted as fast flurry of smacks came back to the fullest part of her rump. "Sorrrryyyyy!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Your new rules are that school comes first," Lucy lectured. "You also stay on schedule and balance your life. Eat, sleep, shower, homework, and then friends and fun. And no more spells without permission from me, your coven leader!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Bonnie stomped and writhed her behind as Lucy finished up and made sure every inch of her lower bottom was red.

Lucy tossed the spoon in the sink and Bonnie reached back, thinking the spanking was over.

"I didn't tell you to rub," Lucy chided. She pinned Bonnie's hands to the girl's upper back and swatted her behind with her open palm a few times.

Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack!

Bonnie shrieked loudly as the smacks resonated in the small kitchen.

"Oh, n-no! S-Sorrrryyy! Owwwww," Bonnie yelped, getting spanked after the spooning was agony. She felt like her rear was ablaze.

"I'm going to review your behavior every Friday night with you," Lucy shared, now rubbing Bonnie's bottom. "If you behave, you earn privileges. If you misbehave, you get spanked and sent to bed early. No more failing and ignoring common sense. I need to know where you are and what you are doing at all times. Is that clear, Bonnie?"

Bonnie just cried louder and tried to wiggle out of Lucy's hold.

Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack!

"Answer me verbally!" Lucy chastised.

"Yes! Y-Yes, m-ma'am," Bonnie exclaimed. "I-I behave."

"Yes, you will," Lucy said. "I love you, Bon. I'm so sorry that I let you off on your own. After Mom and Grams died, I think I died a little myself, but together, we can make it. We'll Bennett witches, after all, we have to. You're forgiven for everything, little girl."

Bonnie heaved out a sigh of relief as Lucy let go of her hands and gently pulled up her panties and sweats.

Lucy smiled and told Bonnie to turn around.
"Give me a hug and then get ready for bed, hun," Lucy said, as Bonnie dived into her arms sniffling. "I'll be in to tuck you in shortly. I am going to call Uncle Rudy. Don't worry, I won't share everything, just what he needs to know. Go on, you can rub."

Bonnie finally let her hands descend to her hot behind, but it was too tender. She stomped a bit and then let Lucy clean her face.

Lucy pointed, "Go on, then bed. I know it's 7, but it's part of your punishment. Then, tomorrow, we will start a new life of good behavior, clean living, and balance. Sound good?"

Bonnie sniffed and nodded, "Y-Yeah, it d-does. T-Thanks, Luce."

Bonnie's backside stung something awful and her head ached from crying so much, but yet she felt better. Cared for again. Protected.

"You're welcome," Lucy said as Bonnie padded out of the room. She opened Bonnie's cell phone and pressed call to speak to Rudy, Bonnie's father.