Red Rears for Rose and Rouge: Chapter 2: A Contest of Wills
Rouge’s espionage training had taught her to pay attention to her surroundings and draw conclusions. She observed quite a few interesting details inside Mrs. Vanilla’s woodshed. In the first place, it was large, almost the size of a ranch home all by itself, and had clearly been used for extensive wood work at one point. Above an antique workbench in the corner hung a framed picture of a family of three rabbits. A younger Vanilla was holding an infant Cream. The other was presumably Cream’s father. A marvelous wooden marionette sat on the workbench, half painted.
However, apart from the workbench and a few small pieces of furniture, the woodshed was otherwise sparse. Then, Rouge gulped at the sight of the racks of implements hanging the walls, a wooden paddle, a cane, a leather strap. Rouge guessed that the woodshed had once been a carpenter’s workshop, until Vanilla had converted it into a dedicated space for punishing juvenile delinquents sentenced to “community service.”
Amy knew from experience what Rouge only guessed at. The workbench had once belonged to Vanilla’s husband. After he had passed away, Vanilla had sold or donated most of the woodworking equipment, with the exception of his prized workbench and whittling tools, which she left untouched, except for keeping it dusted.
But Vanilla was a practical rabbit, and believed in putting useful things to use. The spanking implements, (some inherited from their parents and grandparents), and the shed itself were never allowed to gather cobwebs. Every parent in Floral Forest Village had Vanilla’s permission to make use of the woodshed, and took advantage of the privilege, to the point that Vanilla had hung a clipboard so that parents could reserve slots in advance.
After Vanilla released her hold on Amy and Rouge’s ears, she snatched up the clipboard and pinned a “Do Not Disturb” sign to it, before hanging it outside the door. Amy shuffled her feet, wondering just how long Vanilla planned to keep them here. Rouge, on the other hand, was so fixated by the wall of spanking implements, she failed to notice anything, until Vanilla placed a straight-backed wooden chair smack in the center of the room.
Vanilla took a deep breath, her hand resting on the back of the decorative chair rest. “All right, girls, I want to hear what you have to say for yourselves. Amy, why don’t you start?”
Rouge barely stopped herself from covering her bottom with her trembling hands, opting instead to clench her fists at either side of her hips.
Amy swallowed a lump in her throat. Before Amy could speak up, Rouge interjected, “What’s the point? Haven’t you already decided to spank us, no matter what we say?”
Vanilla took a calming breath. “Miss Rouge, I asked Amy first, so please give her a chance to speak without interruption. I promise I’ll give you my full attention in a moment. In future, if you have an urgent question, please say, ‘Excuse me,’ rather than simply–”
“It’s a fair question, isn’t it? What’s the point of dragging this out? To torture us?” Rouge barked.
Amy was stunned by Rouge’s lack of manners. Years ago, Amy had learned the hard way that you always spoke politely in Vanilla’s house, especially when it was time for a spanking.
Vanilla folded her hands neatly on her lap. “Would you like me to spank you right now, Miss Rouge?”
Although Vanilla’s voice contained no hint of anger, Rouge still sensed something that gave her pause. Rouge had already mentally accepted that she was going to get a spanking, but her heart was a tangle of conflicting passions. <i>“Just because I’m going to get spanked, doesn’t mean I have to pretend to like it!”</i> Rouge thought privately.
Out loud, Rouge answered, “No, Ma’am!” in a resentful tone of voice.
Vanilla nodded, accepting the polite words, and ignoring the rudeness hidden behind them. “Very good, Miss Rouge. In that case, I will answer your question. Based on what we’ve already discussed, we’ve established that you misrepresented your purpose in Floral Forest Village. Even if you hadn’t fibbed about your ‘mission from the President,’ your behavior in the town square would still have been a disgrace. If I catch a naughty child with her hand in the cookie jar, I can usually guess correctly that she’ll need a spanking. On the other hand, I believe in the presumption of innocence. This may not be a trial, but you deserve a chance to explain yourself.”
Amy trembled, hoping beyond hope that she might be spared a spanking today.
Rouge felt her temper cool down as she heard this explanation. She winced at being compared to a toddler, but began to wonder if she might be able to fast-talk her way out of this situation after all. Rouge tried to remember something, anything, from her espionage training that could apply now. Unfortunately, the topic of: “how to negotiate your way out of a spanking when you know full well you have it coming,” had never come up.
Vanilla paused to wait for a reply, only to watch Rouge squirm under her gaze. With a warm smile, Vanilla turned her attention back to Amy. “Now, Amy, dear, why not begin at the beginning? Tell me everything, please.”
Before Amy opened her mouth, she knew her own words would condemn her. But Amy’s fear of the inevitable spanking melted in a desire to pour her heart out to Mrs. Vanilla. Amy rambled about her insane plan to find a chaos emerald, starting with a full confession of her mad scheme to win Sonic’s hand in marriage. Amy blushed as she heard Rouge barely hide her teasing snicker behind a pretend sneeze at the mention of the phrase “Operation: Get Sonic to Marry Me.”
***
The two pre-teen boys who had hoped to see a cat fight between Amy and Rouge, only for their hopes to be dashed, had been hanging out nonchalantly by the fence which marked Vanilla the Rabbit’s property. One was a quokka with muted, red violet fur, the second was a fox with fur the color of a blood orange. Both had the kind of unremarkable face that could easily be mistaken for anyone.
They couldn’t help but notice when Vanilla opened the door to hang a “Do Not Disturb” sign.
The young quokka cocked an eyebrow. “Well, that’s mighty interesting!”
“We better make tracks, Barry,” mused the fox.
Barry the Quokka rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Buddy! How many times have your parents hauled you to Vanilla’s woodshed over the years? It’s practically public property!”
“Buddy” the Fox drummed his fingers to hide his nerves. “I told you, I want my nickname to be ‘Rookie!’ Anyway, Vanilla just hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign.”
Barry flashed a dazzlingly white, toothy grin. “Then we’d better not disturb her!”
As they casually approached the woodshed, they found the cracks at the sides of the door were just wide enough for them to peek through without announcing their presence. A beautiful, hollow carving of a star in the door above their heads allowed them to hear everything perfectly.
“What are you two doing here? Are you in trouble?” chirped a high-pitched voice behind them.
Buddy and Barry clenched their teeth to hide their screams, and turned to find their neighbor, Honey the Squirrel, the same girl who had found Rouge’s taste in clothing so interesting.
“Honey? Scram! Beat it, kid!” hissed Barry.
“Please don’t rat us out!” whimpered Buddy.
Honey smiled adorably. “How about we skip the threats and arguments and get to the part where you two make room and let me watch too?”
***
Vanilla listened attentively, asking both Amy and Rouge probing questions until she had a full grasp of both sides of their story. When Amy mentioned how Rouge had stood between her and Gemerl’s cannons, Vanilla glanced at Rouge with a small smile. Unbeknownst to Rouge and Amy, Vanilla was sympathetic, even impressed by their sheer pluck and daring, but Vanilla was careful to maintain her poker face.
Finally, when they reached the point where Amy had used the Piko Hammer to smash Rouge’s face and pole vault after the Chaos Emerald intended for her engagement ring, Vanilla sighed and rubbed her temples. “Amy, dear, I think your admiration for Sonic is sweet, but you can’t use your feelings as an excuse to act like a fool. You can’t force love.”
Rouge smirked, gesturing to her breasts delicately. “Yeah, men can’t stand a girl who tries to smother them. If you want to trap a man, you’ve got to let him think he’s the one chasing after you. Act <i>less</i> interested. They love that. It makes you mysterious!”
Vanilla’s ears twitched. “Please don’t interrupt, Miss Rouge. I’ve already warned you once!”
It wasn’t that Vanilla disagreed with Rouge, but as a mother, Vanilla was worried what disaster could unfold if Amy started taking lessons in the art of seduction from the voluptuous vampire bat. “All right, I’ve heard you both out. While I understand that the fight began as a simple misunderstanding, none of that excuses you for attacking Gemerl <i>after</i> he had offered a peace. All the damage to town property, and the risk to the families here, was a direct result of the choice you both made to attack him. You’re both very lucky that Gemerl showed such remarkable restraint. You didn’t just endanger my family and neighbors, you endangered yourselves!”
Amy and Rouge both flinched, glancing at each other sheepishly. They’d been embarrassed before, but at the thought of the danger they’d caused, both felt a fresh wave of shame, crashing down on top of the humiliation.
Vanilla gestured to the corner of the shed. “Miss Rouge, please, go stand in the corner while I deal with Amy first. I want you to watch how she behaves during a spanking and pay attention.”
Amy felt a tingle travel up the small of her back at the mention of the spanking. So, this was it. She’d known it was coming all along, and now it was here.
However silly it had been to hope that Vanilla would spare their backsides, that small hope had been a small comfort.
When that hope died, Amy was prepared, but Rouge was not.
Rouge felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Stand in the corner? Like I’m a kid in timeout? Ugh! I knew this whole spiel about hearing us out was just a game to drag this–”
The bat lost her voice as she saw Vanilla gracefully stand up to tower above her. “Yes, Miss Rouge. I’m putting you in timeout. And when I call you out of the corner, it will be your turn for a spanking. I don’t want to ‘drag this out’ a moment longer than I have to. So if <i>you</i> don’t want to ‘drag this out,’ I suggest you obey, now. Because I will punish you as long as necessary to correct your behavior. Now, you march right to the corner, and not one more word from you!”
Rouge dug in her heels, before remembering her broken high heel was still missing, and wobbled awkwardly, before fixing Vanilla with a defiant stare. “But! …Whoops! But, I–”
Vanilla’s motherly reflexes were quicker than Rouge’s ninja reflexes. Taking Rouge firmly by the wrist in a single smooth motion, Vanilla sat back down in her high-backed chair, so that Rouge half-stumbled across the maternal lap, right into spanking position.
Without further delay, Vanilla began to spank Rouge, delivering a flurry of rapid-fire spanks that left the bat gasping and struggling in her grasp. Instantly, Rouge thrust her right hand behind her back to shield her bottom, her left hand scrambling wildly at the back of the chair. “Dammit! That hurts!”
Amy was stunned. She was used to seeing Vanilla calmly and politely invite her or Cream to lie across her knee when it was time to start. Amy had never dared to resist a spanking the way Rouge was now.
Catching Amy’s look of terror, Vanilla willed herself to remain composed, silently cursing herself for starting the punishment so awkwardly. Vanilla had made up her mind that Rouge was not all bad, but the bat certainly needed a lesson in manners. Vanilla was determined to regain control of Rouge, and that meant controlling her own annoyance <i>at</i> Rouge.
Adjusting her grip on Rouge’s waist to hold her firmly in place, Vanilla slowed the pace of the spanking, but didn’t stop, letting the sound of the spanks echo through the woodshed, punctuated by Rouge's howls of pain and protest as she failed to block a single swat with her free hand.
Ignoring Rouge’s hand, Vanilla slowed the tempo of the spanking even further, aiming a new spank wherever Rouge wasn’t blocking, and allowing Rouge to blindly block the new spot, only to aim another spank at the old spot.
Vanilla wanted Rouge to obey of her own choice, if possible. By slowing down the pace, Vanilla had given Rouge time to figure out that her resistance was futile. Vanilla pretended to finally notice Rouge’s hand for the first time. “Hands down, Rouge. You should grip the legs of the chair to support your weight.”
“No!” spat Rouge. Vanilla shrugged and continued to deliver spanks to unpredictable spots on Rouge’s spandex clad bum. With a roar, Rouge twisted, and wobbled dangerously. But for the fact that Vanilla was holding her waist firmly in place, Rouge would have face planted on the wooden floor. With a frustrated growl, Rouge grasped the legs of the chair to support herself, but not out of a desire to obey. Reflexively, she kicked up her legs to shield her behind.
Vanilla calmly began to remove Rouge’s boots, as if this had been her plan all along. “Ah, yes, thank you, Miss Rouge. I should have had these off much earlier! You won’t be able to stand in the corner for long with a broken high heel!”
Rouge felt her toes wriggle free of her once proud white boots, leaving her in only black stockings. “Don’t!!!”
“Please put your legs down, Miss Rouge.”
Rouge gripped the legs of the chair so tightly, she felt the wood grain press into the skin of her palms. “Dammit!”
Casually, Vanilla guided Rouge’s legs away from her backside, and adjusted the bat’s position over her lap, so that her legs dangled down to the ground.
Vanilla wished she wasn’t wearing her long dress, so that she could hook Rouge’s legs in place, but she also knew that gravity was her ally. Sooner or later, Rouge would mentally accept that she couldn’t hold her legs up forever.
“Miss Rouge, I hope your parents didn’t raise you to use naughty words. Whatever the case, as long as you are under my authority, you will make an effort to refrain from using either foul or profane language.”
“F**k you, ya’ long-eared, buck-toothed b***h!” Rouge roared.
Fortunately, the network censor caught it and added bleeps before any impressionable children could hear. Amy was frozen like a deer in headlights, until Vanilla caught her eye. “Amy, be a dear and fetch me a bar of Ivory soap. You’ll find a fresh one in the cabinet under the kitchen sink.”
***
“Incoming!” whispered Buddy the Fox. The three Peeping Toms scrambled around the side of the woodshed, barely escaping detection as Amy burst out the door, before remembering to close it softly behind her. Long ago, Amy had learned the hard way you don’t slam doors around Vanilla.
As they watched Amy make her way towards Vanilla and Cream’s cottage, Barry, Buddy, and Honey considered their situation.
Barry thought out loud. “Maybe this was a bad idea after all?”
“Have some balls!” hissed Honey the Squirrel. Ordinarily, she would never dare to use such a phrase, which would easily have earned her a trip to Vanilla’s woodshed if Mrs. Squirrel had heard it. But the thrill of being bad for once was intoxicating. The boys silently nodded. Not daring to approach the door, they waited for Rose to return, and contented themselves with listening in as Vanilla began to spank Rouge again. It was lucky the window muffled the sound slightly, or the three miscreants would have heard Rouge shouting every profanity that exists in English, French, and Spanish.
***
Having finished setting the table, Cream and Cheese the Chao sat obediently on the living room sofa, reading Little Golden Books in a vain attempt to distract themselves from the knowledge that either Miss Amy or Miss Rouge were most likely being spanked at that very moment.
Cream and Cheese’s books flew in the air as Amy appeared at the front door, marching stiffly toward the kitchen, just like a soldier, except that she covered her bottom with both hands.
Cream peeked from behind the arm of the sofa. “Amy? Did Mom finish your spanking already?”
Amy felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as she searched for the dreaded soap bar. “No! She hasn’t even started!”
A question mark appeared over Cheese’s head. “Chao? Chao chao chao?” [Translation: “Amy? Did you use a potty mouth?”]
Amy nodded stiffly, before shaking her head furiously, understanding Cheese’s language with ease. “No! It’s not for me, it’s for Rouge!”
“Oh no! What did Miss Rouge say?” asked Cream.
Amy gagged at the mere memory of the taste of soap, after she had said the word “hell” in front of Vanilla. “Nuh uh! I’m not going to repeat it! It was really bad! They were swear words you don’t know!”
Cream waved Amy out the front door, and pretended to zip her lip. “Okay, Amy! I don’t want to know them. Thanks for not telling me, I might say one on accident!”
***
When Amy opened the door of the woodshop, she was greeted by the sight of Rouge holding herself firmly in place across Vanilla’s lap, humming and hissing as she endured a slow, steady series of spanks. Vanilla’s plan had worked, and Rouge had finally settled herself down, not out of a spirit of obedience, but only because she’d given up on the idea of physically shielding her backside.
Amy remembered her manners. “Excuse me, Mrs. Vanilla. Do you want me to put this in Rouge’s mouth for you?”
Rouge whistled in discomfort, and so missed hearing part of Amy’s question. “Wah? What’s it for? …Kiyaaah!”
Vanilla landed a sharp, deliberate spank before answering Amy. In response, Rouge squeaked, then bit her lip, in a desperate bid to conceal her discomfort.
Vanilla flashed a buck-toothed smile as she raised her hand slowly. “Not quite yet, Amy, dear. I want to have words with Miss Rouge first.” Vanilla landed a final, crisp clap to the low-center region of Rouge’s rump. The former femme fatale’s face flinched in fury as she swallowed a scream. Nevertheless, Rouge couldn’t resist the urge to moan.
Amy watched in awe, holding out the box of soap demurely in case it was needed.
Vanilla let the moment hang, until she was sure she had Rouge’s attention. “All right, Miss Rouge. You’ve made things worse for yourself, but you have an opportunity to course correct right now. I have one simple question. Are you ready to obey?”
Rouge relaxed her grip on the legs of the chair slightly and fidgeted her legs, feeling a crackling, buzzing sting as the black spandex stretched across her buttocks. She was painfully aware of the trapped heat in her seat, which also reminded her of how trapped she felt across Vanilla’s lap. “Yeah, whatever! What choice do I have?”
Vanilla replied by landing two ferocious spanks in quick succession to the center of each cheek. Again, she let Rouge squirm pathetically before collapsing back into place. “You always have a choice, Miss Rouge, even in the most trying of times. If you want to obey, let’s try a more polite response with less sass. Say, ‘Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to obey.’”
Rouge glowered over her shoulder, flashing her vampiric fangs at Vanilla. “No! I’m a grown woman! I’ll say whatever I want!”
Vanilla only smiled. “Amy, dear, fetch me a tawse from the wall. The shortest one with two tongs, please.”
Amy accidentally juggled the box of Ivory soap in her hurry to obey, then set it down apologetically by Rouge’s face to free her hands.
Rouge’s attention snapped to the wall of implements. “What the hell’s a tawse? …Yeouch! …Yeeow!” Vanilla’s only answer to Rouge’s question was a spank to her left, upper thigh, followed by a two second pause, before landing a second spank to the right thigh to match.
Then Rouge saw it. The “smallest” tawse was an embroidered leather strap about a foot long, divided into two ominous looking strips that reminded Rouge of a serpent’s forked tongue. The leather was set into a wooden handle, which Vanilla knew would allow for easier gripping while holding Rouge in this position. The longer straps, without handles, were even more menacing, but were impractical unless the disciplinarian was able to stand and use the full range of motion of her arm.
“All in good time, Miss Rouge,” answered Vanilla, momentarily resisting the mental image of giving her bratty charge a proper flogging with a full sized tawse. It’s a sad fact that most spanking implements are impractical if the spankee is being uncooperative.
Amy cradled the the short tawse in both hands before offering it to Vanilla, then backed away, subconsciously wanting to be as far away from the range of the strap as possible.
Rouge’s eyes went wide as she saw Vanilla raise the tawse high above her rear end. “Hold on! Maybe we can–”
Rouge’s special ops training had included advanced hostage negotiation tactics. Unfortunately for Rouge, Vanilla firmly believed in the tried and true rule for parents: “Never negotiate with terrorists.”
The short tawse landed squarely over the center of Rouge’s behind, covering both cheeks in two neat lines.
Just the sound of it sent Amy’s knees knocking. The swing produced a soft whoosh of air, and the impact was snappier than even the crispest spank Vanilla could achieve using only her hand.
From Rouge’s perspective, she had just entered into a new state of heightened awareness. It was as though both strips of leather were tugging at her spandex as they glided across her cheeks. Not only did Rouge’s outfit provide practically no protection, it actually created more friction, holding Rouge’s pert, perky posterior perfectly in place.
Rouge’s attempts to look cool vanished. Vanilla carefully landed six strokes with the strap, making sure to maximize the effect of each as Rouge roared.
As Vanilla landed the sixth stroke, she noticed the fabric of Rouge’s spy outfit was starting to run. What on earth possessed this girl to walk around dressed in such an impractical outfit, mused Vanilla.
For her part, Rouge felt six sets of welts as they slowly rose in place in neat lines, pressing against the tight fabric, and finally started to regret her wardrobe choice.
Vanilla repeated her question as if nothing had happened. “Miss Rouge. Are you ready to obey?”
In sharp contrast to Vanilla’s imperturbable poise, Rouge was very aware of the danger she was in, now more so than ever. She had tried every trick in the book, everything that usually worked! Rouge the Bat always viewed herself as a high-class woman. All she wanted was to preserve some of her dignity. And in her frustration, Rouge knowingly sealed her fate. “You can kiss my perfect, lily white, furry ass!”
Vanilla sighed, then set the tawse down across Rouge’s back. “Very well, Miss Rouge.”
Rouge felt Vanilla’s knee lifting up gently beneath her, raising her hips up slightly into the air. “Hey! What’re you doing?”
In answer, Vanilla neatly tugged down Rouge’s black spandex pants by the waistband, revealing cheeky black and pink underpants decorated with lace and hearts. The word “Magnifique” was printed across the center of Rouge’s panties in florid, white script. “I’m trying to help you, Miss Rouge. This spanking is supposed to be a character-building experience. For it to have any positive effect on you, you and I must come to an understanding. A proper spanking is a cooperative exercise. I don’t suppose you’d consider lifting your bottom a little? Even that would be a helpful start.”
“Why should I?”
Vanilla answered by landing three crisp claps, one for each syllable of the word “Magnifique.”
Rouge caterwauled, then continued to run her mouth, but Vanilla ignored the bat’s furious protests. “Amy, I’m sorry to ask this of you, but please help me lower these inappropriate undergarments.”
Amy nodded and sprang to action, knowing that as long as Rouge was uncooperative, her panties were pinned in place. Amy blushed, imagining how ridiculous she’d look in Rouge’s getup, and half-wondering if guys like Sonic actually liked that stuff, before dodging Rouge’s kicking feet to tug the spandex leggings down to her knees. This held Rouge’s legs in place long enough for Amy to pinch Rouge’s panties with both hands and gracefully lower them down, just below her bottom.
Sure enough, Rouge had a perfect, lilly white, furry ass.
“Noooo! You can’t do this to me!” At this discovery, Rouge’s complaints reached a crescendo, but Vanilla studiously ignored the noise.
Before Amy could retreat back to the wall, Vanilla caught Amy’s eye, and scooped up the tawse from Rouge’s back. “Thank you, Amy. Open the box of soap. We’re going to give Miss Rouge another chance to do the right thing.”
For Amy’s sake, Vanilla was concealing her nerves behind stoicism. Inside, Vanilla was secretly worried whether she could really handle such a strong-willed young woman. She could only hope Rouge’s horrendous behavior wouldn’t influence Amy, and she was determined to nip this in the bud before allowing Rouge to spend one night under her roof.
Vanilla had never dealt with such stubbornness from Cream or Rouge, but she remembered her parents’ sage advice: even the most difficult child deserves an opportunity to choose to obey.
Despite everything, Vanilla believed that Rouge wasn’t completely incorrigible. Once Rouge had learned to accept her fate, she could be trained, like any other child in need of instruction.
Vanilla had decided to give Rouge yet another chance, but she also knew she had to get Rouge’s attention. Without further ado, Vanilla raised the tawse and aimed it expertly across Rouge’s bare bat butt.
“This is completely unnecessary! I’m a–AAAIIIEEE!!!” Rouge’s complaints immediately vanished, to be replaced by shrieks. Now that Rouge’s bottom was free of the constraints of her outfit, the six pale red stripes were now faintly visible beneath her thin, downy white fur. But it was the embarrassment, more than the pain that shut Rouge up. As she felt her own leggings catch on her legs, preventing her from bucking off of Vanilla’s terrible lap, Rouge’s pretense of being a dangerous, commanding girlboss was burning away like straw.
After another six strokes from the tawse over her bare bottom, Rouge’s caboose was now covered with twelve sets of welts, neatly overlapping each other in horizontal rows. At the far edge of her right butt cheek, the split in the leather tawse produced a more fiery, criss cross pattern.
Still resolutely resisting the urge to break down completely, Rouge gasped for air, her head dangling low toward the ground in exhaustion.
Satisfied, Vanilla set down the tawse and switched her grip on Rouge’s waist, delicately lifting up Rouge’s chin with her free left hand. “Now that I have your full attention, Miss Rouge, let’s discuss the position you are in. Before we can address your impolite and foul language, we first need to address your deliberate disobedience. If you agree to be brave and obey, we can end this much more quickly.”
Feeling a smarting afterburn from her welts, Rouge swallowed a nasty retort. “What…what do you want from me?”
Before answering, Vanilla guided Rouge’s chin so that her attention was pointed to Amy. “First, we’re going to cure you of that terrible potty mouth. Open wide, and let Amy wash your mouth out with soap. Amy, hold the bar in place until you’re sure Rouge has a good hold on it.”
Realizing this was her cue, Amy yanked the Ivory soap free, dropping the box in her rush. Rouge’s eyes flicked from the soap in front of her to Vanilla behind her. Rouge felt Vanilla gently pinch her cheeks, and opened her mouth reflexively. The smell of the Ivory soap was so pleasant, but Rouge knew from childhood experience what to expect next. Only the fear of the strap enabled Rouge to keep her mouth open and let Amy place the bar on her tongue.
For a few seconds, Rouge hoped that maybe Ivory soap had improved in flavor over the years, but the pleasant smell was quickly replaced by the same acrid, bitter taste of soap suds that she remembered all too well.
With a gag, Rouge spat the bar out with such force, it bounced on the ground. Amy hopped back in surprise.
Rouge spat, soapy drool dribbling down her chin. “No! You can’t make me!”
In a flash, Vanilla released her grip on Rouge’s chin, gripped her waist, scooped the tawse back up, and landed a nasty diagonal stroke that stretched from Rouge’s lower left cheek, landing on her upper right hip with a resounding, “Snick!”
Vanilla waited for Rouge’s howl to die away as she raised the tawse. “Repeat after me: ‘Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to obey, please.’”
Rouge fought to calm her mind, pressing her legs together instinctively to relieve the burning sting. “Yuh–yes, ma’am! I’ll obey! I’ll take the spanking, just not the soap…please!”
Vanilla angled a second diagonal stroke, this one across both of Rouge’s thighs, starting at her upper left thigh, and wrapping across her lower right thigh. The best feature of the tawse was its whipping quality, and Vanilla knew that landing fresh strokes on “unmarked territory” would keep Rouge acutely aware of that fact. Vanilla repeated her instructions over Rouge’s wail of agony. “Repeat after me: ‘Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to obey, please.”
Rouge caught the gist. “Yes, ma’am! I’m ready to obey! Please, not the soap!”
Vanilla landed the third stroke over the center of Rouge’s bottom, leaving a new, angry welt on top of several previous ones. “Do not add anything else, Miss Rouge. No ifs, ands, or buts. Say, ‘Yes, ma’am! I’m ready to obey, please!’”
Rouge finally obeyed, gasping. “Yes! …ma’am! ...I’m ready to…obey, please!”
With a sigh of relief, Vanilla placed a quick smack on Rouge’s quivering bottom, just enough to remind her of how sore it still was. Vanilla was pleased to see Rouge stiffen and resolutely hold herself in place. Despite everything, Vanilla couldn’t help but admire Rouge’s spunk. She knew that once Rouge had discovered the importance of obedience, everything would be much easier. A good spanking was all about instilling the proper mentality!
“Deliberate disobedience, wilful defiance, general bad manners, and langage from the gutter. Any one of these character flaws would be bad enough, but together they are making your life much worse than it has to be, Miss Rouge. You asked to accept my guidance. Are you having second thoughts? Would you prefer to see the Sheriff?”
Rouge’s ears perked up. The temptation to escape further pain and humiliation was much more enticing while she was laying over the knee. But Rouge remembered her earlier decision to submit to Vanilla’s authority. Underneath the seductive act, Rouge had a warrior’s spirit. No matter how dangerous the mission, Rouge was determined to see it through to the end. “No!”
Vanilla landed another quick slap, this time on the side of Rouge’s bottom where the lashes of the tawse had missed a few spots. “Correction, ‘No, ma’am.’”
“No, ma’am!” Rouge barked like a freshly recruited soldier.
“Do you think you deserve to have your mouth washed out with soap, Miss Rouge?”
Rouge’s eyes flicked open, wondering if an honest answer would earn her another whipping. “Nuh…yes, ma’am, I think?”
Amy tilted her head, curious what Vanilla was up to, and momentarily forgetting the trouble she was in. “Really, Rouge? You don’t sound convinced!”
At a single glance from Vanilla, Amy squeaked and covered her mouth, pressing the bar of soap against her lips. “Sorry, Mrs. Vanilla!”
“It’s okay, Amy. Just remember to say, ‘Excuse me,’ next time.”
Amy nodded furiously, and whispered, “Yes’m!” She awkwardly retrieved the soap box, hoping that her slip of the tongue wouldn’t come back to bite her in the rear end later.
Vanilla placed a comforting hand on Rouge’s head. “Miss Rouge, you don’t have to say the answer you think I want to hear. Of course, I want a polite answer, but I also want a truthful one. Do you think you deserve to have your mouth washed out with soap, yes or no?”
Rouge hesitated, but the pat on her head reminded how her parents used to ruffle her hair as a little vampire bat. “Well...No, ma’am?”
Rouge stiffened, expecting another round of spanking, but none came. Vanilla answered with perfect composure, “I see. I disagree but I want to hear your reasoning. Why is that, Rouge?”
Rouge hunched her shoulders, lowering her head to the floor. “Well, my parents only did that when I was a child, but I’m grown up now. Don’t I have a right to free speech…ma’am?”
“It’s not an issue of legal rights. It’s an issue of right and wrong. Do you think it was right to use the F-word and to call me a…what was it?” Vanilla blushed even as she self-censored the phrase, “Ah, yes, a long-eared, buck-toothed, b-word?”
Rouge rubbed her feet together. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
Vanilla grinned, “I accept your apology. Now, in my humble opinion, a mouth-washing is the least you deserve. A spanking is a punishment for children, too, but you were willing to accept that. Why would a little soap be a bridge too far?”
“Because…I didn’t expect it! Last time I got my mouth washed out with soap, I was six years old. I didn’t think I was agreeing to that!”
Vanilla’s ears perked up. At least, Rouge’s parents hadn’t been completely permissive. “What kinds of words were you not allowed to say as a child?”
Rouge felt a small fleck of soap that had caught on her sharp bat tooth brush against her tongue. She half-choked, sticking out her tongue at the taste. As she caught Vanilla’s eye, Rouge quickly slurped her tongue back into her mouth, worried that Vanilla would interpret the gesture as an insult. Thankfully, Vanilla patiently awaited Rouge’s answer. “...You know, the f-word, the s-word, the c-word, the d-word…”
<i>“Woah, there are that many swear words?”</i> thought Amy nervously.
Vanilla removed her hand from Rouge’s head and adjusted her grip on Rouge’s waist. “What about the a-word and the b-word?”
<i>“Wait, so ‘butt’ isn’t the b-word?”</i> Amy felt silly for not realizing it earlier.
Rouge swallowed, only to nearly gag on the last remains of soap suds in her mouth. “Yes, ma’am. I wasn’t allowed to say those either.”
“I see. If you’re going to stay with us, I’d prefer you not teach my daughter new swear words. You should know that in my house, I don’t permit Cream or Amy to use words like, ‘Damn,’ or ‘Hell.’ As long as you remain under my mouth, you will be subject to the same rules as Amy and Cream.”
Even at the sound of those lesser curse words, Amy stiffened.
Rouge’s eyes went wide. “Crap! Are you serious…uh, ma’am?”
Vanilla sighed. “Yes, and before you ask, ‘crap’ is also a word that’d merit a mouth-washing for Amy or Cream. I appreciate that your parents might have had different rules when you were growing up, but I don’t want my daughter to develop the habit of using obscene language, even light profanity.”
“But…I use those words all the time?”
“Then you will make an effort to change your habits.”
Rouge felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her prospects were getting worse and worse! “But…wait!”
At the mention of the word “But,” Vanilla landed a warning pat, which was more than enough to remind Rouge of the stinging welts. “You’re doing much better, Rouge. Try to form your thoughts first, then it will be easier to express them politely.”
Rouge quickly self-corrected. “Sorry, ma’am! Excuse me, but I don’t even know all the words you consider bad! Am…Am I going to spend all week going over your knee with a bar of soap in my mouth?”
Vanilla felt sympathy. Already “Miss Rouge the Brat” was transforming into a young lady in need of a little correction.
Vanilla set Rouge back on her feet and looked her in the eye, her voice firm, but not unkind. “Don’t worry, dear. I believe in showing patience when children make simple mistakes. Let’s start with the basics. You know the kinds of naughty words that are obviously bad enough to merit a spanking and a mouth-washing. The a-word, the b-word, the c-word, the d-word, the f-word…Any usage of those will merit you an instant trip across my knee, before being sent to time out with a bar of soap to chew on. For less serious words, all I ask is that you make an effort. I won’t be so quick to resort to the full punishment if you let slip a “hell” by mistake, but I reserve the right to do both if I think it will help you break your bad habit. Is that clear?”
Rouge still felt a clutching sensation in her stomach, but the reassuring quality in Vanilla’s voice helped relieve her despair. She held her hands to cover her front, and caught a quick peek of her sore red bottom. Even so, now that she was back on her feet, Rouge felt a little more grown-up now. “Yes, I…I’ll try, Ma’am!”
Vanilla pointed to direct Rouge’s attention to Amy. “Very good, Rouge. That’s all I ask. In that case, that brings us back to the beginning. Are you ready to obey?”
Remembering the earlier words that she had been forced to repeat, Rouge hung her head and answered, “Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to obey, please.”
“Then go apologize to Amy for spitting the bar of soap at her, and politely ask her to put it back in your mouth. Then march your naughty little bottom straight back here and across my lap.”
Rouge winced at the mention of the word “naughty,” and the realization that her spanking was not over. With a defeated sigh, Rouge approached Amy and followed her marching orders, feeling her leggings catch around her ankles. “I’m sorry for spitting the bar of soap at you, Miss Rose. You can put it back, now, I’m ready, please.”
As Rouge tasted the bar, still damp with spittle from before, the sudsy taste immediately filled her eyes with tears. Rouge grimaced as she heard Vanilla pat her lap invitingly, and turned to waddle back towards her fate. Would she feel the terrible strap again? Rouge knew she couldn’t take much more. Her interrogation training to become a special agent had included waterboarding, but not even that had prepared her for this!
With Rouge back in place over her lap, Vanilla reflected on the beautiful change in Rouge’s demeanor. It was as though harmony and good order was being restored to the world! Vanilla offered the tawse to Amy, making a point of holding it in Rouge’s field of vision. “Amy, hold the tawse for me. If Miss Rouge is careful, I don’t think I’ll need it again today, but be ready in case I ask for it back.”
As Rouge exhaled with relief, she made a whistling sound, and a few soap bubbles flew off the Ivory soap bar.
Vanilla gave Rouge a few pats on each cheek. “Very good, young lady. Now that we’ve addressed your deliberate disobedience, and your foul language, we can finally address your general impoliteness. In my home, it is not enough for a child to simply follow the rote forms of obedience and good manners. Your attitude speaks volumes. Before we began this spanking, your poor attitude made everything much worse for you. Now that your attitude has improved somewhat, we can finally finish what we started. I’m going to give you ten more swats. Hold tight onto that bar of soap. If you let it drop, I’ll add an additional ten swats. Are you ready?”
Rouge nodded, feeling the soap suds pooling below her tongue. Not one of her taste buds was spared! She tried to say, “Yes, ma’am,” but all she could manage was, “Mss-hmm!”
"Thank you dear, dear. No need to try and speak with that in your mouth, just focus on holding that soap bar in place," Vanilla replied as she raised her hand, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
As though she was dealing with a naughty toddler who was only in need of a brief smacking, Rouge delivered the first of ten firm whacks, which was all she had initially planned on giving Rouge before their contest of wills.
Rouge gripped the legs of the chair again, now eager to obey with the finish line so close in sight. But as the ninth whack landed, she pursed her lips. With a clean “Pop!” the soap flew from her mouth.
Vanilla’s hand paused in mid air. Everyone froze, even Amy, their eyes on the soap bar.
Blowing frothy soap from her mouth, Rouge spluttered, “I’m sorry, Ma’am! It was an accident! I didn’t mean it.”
Vanilla sighed, and bent over to pick the bar up. “I believe you, Rouge, dear. Here’s a tip: try and bite down on the bar slightly to keep it in place.”
Rouge sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks, coughing up suds from the back of her throat as she accepted the bar again. She knew she had eleven swats to go, and wondered if she would ever be allowed up off of Vanilla’s lap again at this rate.
After letting Rouge clamp down on the bar and catch her breath, Vanilla delivered the tenth spank, letting her hand rest to feel the radiant heat from Rouge’s seat. “There, that’s ten. You may stand up, Rouge, dear.”
Rouge’s eyes snapped open, vision blurred by tears. Rouge tried to say, “But, didn’t you say you’d give me ten more spanks?”
Thanks to the soap bar, what came out of her mouth instead was more like, “Muh? Biddn’ moo fffaw moodth bib vee then mooah thpanks?”
Vanilla wanted to giggle, but decided to preserve her resolute poker face for just a moment longer. “Yes, dear, I did promise you another ten spanks if you dropped the soap bar. Do you think you deserve another spanking?”
Rouge felt tears return to her eyes, but didn’t break eye contact. “Mmyeth, ba’ambuh?”
Vanilla guessed correctly that Rouge was trying to answer yes. “Well, that’s very brave. Now, just to warn you, this spanking was to correct your attitude. I was going to give Amy her spanking first before you interrupted me.”
Amy shuffled her feet at the mention of her coming spanking. Whenever Amy and Cream were in trouble, Amy never knew what was worse: to get spanked first, or be forced to wait. Now, Amy was sure she knew the answer. She wished her spanking had been over long ago, rather than have to endure this terrible dread.
Vanilla continued to calmly explain to Rouge the dilemma she was in. “That means that after I finish spanking Amy, you and I still need to discuss your behavior earlier today, which got you into this fix in the first place.”
Horrible comprehension dawned on Rouge’s face. “Myoo meem mwee babben’pffimmishth?”
Vanilla made a careful effort to remain patient, but plucked the soap from Rouge’s mouth. “Oh, good gracious, let me take that out so you can speak clearly.”
Rouge noticed Vanilla didn’t bother to wait for her to answer before removing the soap, and decided to be extra polite just in case. “Pfft! Bleh! Ahem, excuse me! You mean we haven’t finished….ma’am?”
“No, Rouge, I mean we haven’t started.”
Rouge’s lip trembled. She realized that everything she had just experienced, she had brought on herself. Rouge looked back at Amy, knowing how absurd she must look to the kid, painfully aware of her bare buttocks, glowing like two incandescent red light bulbs. “Yes, ma’am! I…I promise to obey you, whatever you decide!”
“Very good, Rouge. And do you still think you still deserve an extra ten spanks for dropping the soap bar?”
Rouge’s lips scrunched into a conflicted expression. “Yes, ma’am.”
Vanilla slowly stood up, towering over the quivering bat before putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Well, I agree you deserve another spanking…but not for a minor mistake like dropping the soap. You promised to obey, whatever I decided, and I’ve decided to spare your bottom that at least. For now, you will go stand in timeout, like I asked before, and watch while I finish with Amy. Keep this bar of soap in your mouth the whole time, and bite down so you don’t drop it again. Or else, you know what to expect. Watch Amy carefully. You’ll be getting just the same as her soon enough. Open your mouth, please.”
Rouge felt her heart melt at the reassuring words and gesture, before the threat of the soap and an additional spanking came crashing down. Rouge pouted, and when instructed to open her mouth, obeyed, but deliberately sighed and glowered to make it clear she wasn’t happy. Vanilla caught the gesture, but decided to spare Rouge the spanking Amy or Cream would have immediately earned for such a stunt.
Trying to rub the lingering sting from her butt cheek with one hand, Rouge reached down to pull up her leggings with the other, only to feel Vanilla plant a sharp warning swat on her rump. “No, Rouge. No rubbing. And the rule in my house is: a bare bottom remains bare until the spanking is completely over. Not that those silly tights do much to hide it anyway. Your behavior today was shameful, and I want you to learn to have some shame. Think very carefully about everything that has happened today, and about what is coming to you soon enough, while you are standing in time out.”
Rouge marched to the corner, in a huff, and with a harrumph. Unfortunately, the grunt, combined with the wet sound of flying soap suds, was obnoxious enough to catch Vanilla’s attention. Clearly, a strong-willed young lady like Rouge needed clear rules and boundaries. “On second thought, I won’t have you <i>stand</i> in the corner after all. Amy, fetch the old timeout stool from behind the long-bench. I think you remember it. Miss Rouge, we’ll let you <i>sit</i> in timeout instead!”
Rouge’s chest tightened as she twisted to look at Vanilla over her shoulder. The ominous tone in Vanilla’s voice warned her that something bad was coming, but what could it possibly be?
Amy’s hair stood on end as she retrieved “the timeout stool.” In all the years she had known Cream and Vanilla, Amy had never seen Vanilla use it on Cream. On one occasion only, Amy had been introduced to it when she’d argued with Vanilla about being too old for a spanking (shortly after, and as a direct result of, the disastrous incident where she’d used a magical ring to wish to age herself several years to become a teenager). Amy brought the stool to Rouge without daring to look at it and set it down, backing away from it as if she was afraid it would pounce on her.
As she examined it, Rouge instantly understood its purpose. The seat of the tall wooden stool was covered in a pattern of wooden pyramid shapes, each about 1-inch high and sanded to a smooth finish. The pyramids wouldn’t puncture her skin, but it would be like sitting on a bed of nails.
The soap in Rouge’s mouth seemed to droop in dismay as she looked at Vanilla, with a silent plea for mercy.
Vanilla gestured invitingly with her palm. “Have a seat, Miss Rouge.”
Rouge resisted the urge to sit, before catching sight of the long line of spanking implements hanging behind Vanilla, and with an effort lifted herself up onto the stool. It was so tall, she couldn’t support her weight with her feet. She had no choice but to press her bottom down fully onto the seat, the pyramids seeming to sink into her tender hindquarters like a lion’s teeth in a haunch of red meat.
As she tried to shift her feet to the rungs of the stool to relieve the pressure on her seat, Rouge discovered the devious design of a disciplinary genius. Even the supporting beams of the stool had been deliberately placed so that if she tried to lift her feet and support her weight on them, lifting her legs would only tighten her glutes and increase her discomfort. If she tried to lower her feet to the bottom rungs, she still couldn’t support her weight enough to make much difference, and the effort caused her sit spots to bunch up and press into the sharp points like dough. Nevertheless, Rouge couldn’t help fidgeting from position to position, if only to provide relief from one part of her bottom by sacrificing another. The heavy stool stood steady as she wriggled from side to side atop it, as though the carpenter had anticipated this as well.
Vanilla sighed with relief. Finally, after dealing with Rouge’s rebellious streak, it seemed like she was over the hump. Despite her propensity for hare-brained antics, Vanilla knew Amy was a delightful girl. Once Rouge saw how well Amy could take a spanking, everything would move more smoothly. Maybe Vanilla would even have time to enjoy her calming cup of tea before supper, after missing tea time? “Amy, dear? It’s your turn. So sorry for the delay! Now, come lie across my lap!”
Amy froze, before taking a hesitant step towards Vanilla. Finally, after all the fear and anticipation, her spanking would be over! But as Amy forced herself to take a second step, a series of thoughts and visions spun in her head. No! It wouldn’t be over! It was only the beginning! There would surely be an additional bedtime spanking tonight to reinforce the lesson, at the very least. And after that, there was an entire week to look forward to! Who knew how many opportunities to earn a spanking were in store for her?
As Vanilla’s lap seemed to loom large before her, Amy caught sight of a glint of sunlight through the caved star pattern in the door of the wood shed. Of course! Escape! That was the answer!
“Now, Miss Rouge, watch closely and see how Amy handles a spank–”
“Waaaah!” wailed Amy as she dashed past Vanilla and bolted for the door.
***
Outside, all three Peeping Toms uttered one of the new swear words they had learned today as they saw Amy charging towards the door. Barry and Buddy only had time to press flat against the wall on either side of the door. Honey, who had claimed the best spot at the keyhole, snapped her head up! She couldn’t go left? She couldn’t go right?
There was no time!
***
“Amy?” Vanilla let out a cry of frustration and chased after her, her long legs carrying her swiftly across the room. She caught Amy just as she thrust open the door, scooping the young hedgehog around the waist.
“Noooo! Not a spanking! Anything but that!!!” Amy wailed out the door, loud enough for most of the village to hear.
Barry, Buddy, and Honey certainly heard it, their fur standing on end. Fortunately for Honey, the door of the shed swung outward. When Amy had thrust it open, the door had caught honey across the seat of her hoop skirt, pushing her forward and out of sight. If Amy or Vanilla took a single step outside, all three would surely be spotted!
“Amy! Get a hold of yourself, young lady! Honestly! I expected more composure from you.” Vanilla groaned as she felt Amy clutch at the door frame. With a deft motion, Vanilla lifted Amy up by the torso, tucking her tight under her arm, and landed a single firm slap over Amy’s white panties.
“Yow!” howled Amy, releasing her death grip on the door frame. She strained her hands to grasp at midair, and caught the door handle, accidentally slamming it shut. As it slipped from her grip, Amy threw her hands back in an attempt to shield her bottom, but Vanilla’s iron under-arm hold prevented Amy from interfering.
"Amy, you bad girl, you've earned yourself an extra punishment for that little stunt," Vanilla declared, her voice filled with determination. She landed an equally determined spank as she carried Rose back to the high backed chair.
As she saw the door, and all hope, moving farther away from her, Amy snapped out of her initial panic. Amy and Rouge made eye contact, and Amy knew precisely what Rouge was thinking.
<i>“Sorry, kid, you’re on your own!”</i>
Amy knew no help was coming from that direction. It was like waking up out of a nightmare, to find herself in a nightmare. “Owwie! I’m…I’m sorry, Mrs. Vanilla! I wasn’t thinking!”
Vanilla sighed, before patting Amy on the behind to let her catch her breath. Then the weary mother raised her hand to begin in earnest. “I forgive you, Amy, dear. And I hope this spanking will teach you to think more clearly in the future.”
<i>“This is going to be a long day,”</i> thought Vanilla, as she landed the first of a series of firm strokes.
As the spanking built to a quick, continuous tempo, both Amy and Rouge realized in terror that Amy would not be let off easy with a few quick warning slaps.
No, this under-the-arm spanking would be a proper spanking all by itself. And probably, the first of many, many spankings.
<i>“This is going to be a long, long day,”</i> thought Amy, and Rouge, before pain, sorrow, and self-pity drove all other thoughts away.
***
Barry the Quokka, Buddy the Fox, and Honey the Squirrel’s chests heaved as they all risked taking a single breath.
“That was too close! We gotta get out of here!” whined Honey, rubbing her tail, which had serendipitously caught the brunt of the force from the door bursting open.
“Oh, c’mon, Honey!” gasped Buddy.
“Have some balls!” wheezed Barry.
Honey stomped her foot and took a breath, ready to shout one of her new vocabulary words, before Buddy and Barry both shushed her, stammering apologies.
As the sounds of Amy’s first spanking of the day started to pick up, the three co-conspirators nodded, and returned to their places.
<i>“So what if we get caught?”</i> thought Honey. <i>“I’d rather get spanked every day for the rest of my life than miss a second of this!”</i>
End of Chapter 2
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