Finishing her tan (F/F story)

Becky smiled to herself as the warm rays of the sun ran across her bikini-clad body. There were few things as wonderful as being in a chair at the side of a pool on a warm summer day.

Her bliss was interrupted by a harsh voice. "Hey Becky, I want to talk to you." She lifted her head and saw that Amanda was approaching her. Amanda was Becky's older cousin, and the owner of the pool Becky was resting near, as well as the very large house it was attached to. She was the oldest of Becky's cousins, and quite successful at whatever it was she did. She'd managed to build up a fortune, and was happy to let her cousins share in that luck by having them stay at her place as often as they'd like. Amanda usually had very reasonable expectations of her guests, but could be strict if those expectations were not met.

The older woman folded her arms in front of her as she stared down at her older cousin on the lounge chair. Like Becky, Amanda was clad in a small bikini, to get the most out of the sunlight. She had long blonde hair, and blue eyes that could be piercingly sharp when she was annoyed, like now.

"What is it, Amanda?" Becky asked. The annoyance at having her rest interrupted was clear in her voice.

"Don't speak to me in that tone," Amanda warned her. "I told you to clean up after yourself in the kitchen. It's been almost two hours, and it still looks horrible in there. I expect my guests to behave a little better than that."

"I'll get to it later," Becky replied, waving it off as if trying to get rid of a fly. "The sun's up, and I'm going to work on my tan."

"I'm going to work on my TANNING SKILLS if you don't get your butt out of that chair and into that kitchen this second," Amanda warned, her voice dangerously close to a growl now.

While thinking about this event later, Becky had come to the conclusion that the sun had cooked her brain, and that she was unable to make rational decisions at the time. Or maybe mischievous elves were sneaking words into her mouth when she wasn't looking, or something. Whatever the reason, she rolled her eyes at her cousin's threat and laid her head down on the lounge chair, uttering a dismissive "Whatever".

A brief moment later, she squealed loudly as Amanda grabbed hold of her earlobe and dragged her to her feet. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Amanda said. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were not.

"Ow! Let go!" Becky yelled, trying to slap her hand away.

"I let you stay at my house, you spend all your time sleeping in the sun, and when I try to get you to clean up after yourself, you SASS me? Someone's begging for a blistered bottom." She sat down on the lounge chair, tipping the disoriented woman over her lap.

Finding herself in an all-too familiar position over her cousin's knees, Becky immediately tried to apologize for her actions. In her most pleading voice, she begged Amanda not to give her the hard spanking she was undoubtedly preparing. But Amanda just ignored and placed her fingers in the waistband of Becky's bikini bottoms, slowly pulling them down to her knees to reveal a pair of pale, quivering cheeks.

She gave the white orbs a few gentle taps. "Let's see if this can improve your attitude," she said as she lifted her hand. Becky hissed as the first few smacks crashed down on her unprotected posterior. Amanda didn't spank particularly hard, but she spanked fast, and after a few minutes, the sting started to build up.

"Ouch! Please, I'm sorry I was rude!" Becky squealed, kicking her legs as the heat in her bottom started to become too much to bear.

"See? Your attitude is improving already," Amanda said in a very satisfied tone of voice as she continued to spank her errant cousin. "But I'm afraid you have a long way to go yet, little girl."

As the smacks rained down on Becky's squirming butt, Amanda started to lecture her. "You've been very lazy lately, barely doing anything around here. I've let it slide, but no longer. You're either going to shape up and do something useful, or you're going to find yourself back over my thighs, staring at the ground as I paint your backside red. Is that understood?"

"Owie! Yes, ma'am, I'll be good, I promise," Becky pleaded eagerly.

"I like the sound of that, but I don't think you're quite sincere enough yet." And she delivered a particularly hard volley of spanks to Becky's sit spots that made her howl in pain, arching her back as the pain shot through her.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as Amanda helped her to her feet. She danced around on the ground as she tried in vain to rub the sting away, as her cousin looked at her in poorly disguised mirth. The older woman stepped forward, pulling the woman's bikini bottoms back into place. "Now, go finish your work," she said with a final slap to her cheeks. Becky squealed, almost running into the house to avoid Amanda's punishing hand.

As she entered the house, Becky headed into the bathroom. Turning her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder to inspect the damage, and gasped as the sight. Her entire backside, from the top of her thighs to her lower back, was now a very aggressive pink, with some parts of her sit spots almost turning red. Anyone who spotted her wondering around in that bikini would be in no doubt whatsoever about what had happened to her.

She had agreed to meet her friends at the beach later that day, but grimaced at the thought of her friends seeing her bottom in this state. If they learned that she was being spanked by her cousin, they'd never stop teasing her. So, she picked up her cell phone, making a few quick phone calls to tell them that she wasn't feeling to well. She'd just finished the third call when she saw Amanda at the door, glaring angrily at her.

"I don't believe this," she said in a voice that made shivers run down Becky's back. "I gave you what I THOUGHT was a decent spanking, and sent you inside to finish cleaning up. And when I come to check up on you, what are you doing? Chatting to your friends." She shook her head. "Well, I'm done being nice, girl. This time, you're really going to get it." And she grabbed her arm, dragging the younger woman into the kitchen. Becky tried to plead with her, but it was no more effective now than the last time she had tried.

Amanda pulled out a kitchen chair, sitting down before dragging her cousin over her lap. Becky's bikini bottoms were once again pulled down to her knees, and she almost fainted when she heard Amanda comment, "Ah. There's at least ONE clean wooden spoon in this kitchen."

She whimpered to herself as a small piece of cold wood suddenly rubbed against her bare bottom, then shrieked as the first smack landed. For the next few minutes, Becky screamed herself hoarse as the wicked stings rained down on her squirming backside.

When Amanda finally put the spoon down, Becky would have promised her the world if only she didn't spank her bottom anymore.

"So, are you going to clean the kitchen now?" Amanda asked calmly.

"Yes, ma'am," Becky replied eagerly.

"Are you going to be a good girl and actually do something around here?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good," she said as she helped Becky to her feet. "Because if I have to tell you again, I'll go get one of my belts, and I'll make absolutely sure you won't sit down for the rest of your stay here." She then surprised her cousin by grabbing her bikini bottoms, and instead of pulling them back up, she ordered the woman to step out of them.

"You'll get them back when the work is done," she explained. "Until then, you'll continue working, bare from the waist down. Believe me, you don't want to find out what happens if you put something else on."

Drying the tears from her eyes, Becky turned her attention to the washing-up.