My Secret Spanking Series...Jenni & Zoe (Part 1)

I finally feel ready to share what I spent two years writing. This is a spanking series made up of thirteen parts. I first began writing it over four years ago. I have not added to it in over two years. It's about 200 pages. Part one purely sets up the tone and some of the personalities of the characters. By part two the plot for the story is evident.

The characters are very near and dear to my heart because in them I have placed myself, some of my past, some of my desires, needs, fears, and hopes. There are a lot of internal struggles that go on for both of the main characters, Zoë and Jenni, which I have spent a good deal of my life working out. The characters are a mix of the adult me and the 'little' girl inside of me. There’s a lot of discipline and spanking, and exploration of that 'need' in here as well. This series offered me some healing from my past and I hope it is able to help some others out there who are looking for love, discipline, and family.

I will be posting the series in parts over the Christmas Holidays. I hope you enjoy it. I welcome any feedback, questions, or comments.

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Jenni & Zoe-Choosing the Release (Part 1)
by Jenni Mack
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"A Doctors daughter and you behave like this? What would your mother think?" Principal Rose Whitman asked her wayward student.

The 12 year old girl sitting across from her stiffened and her angry green eyes glared back."I don't know...My mother left me when I was 7." Jenni Kelly said through gritted teeth.

The principal slipped on her reading glasses and went over Jenni's file again. Somewhat uncomfortable the older woman shifted in her seat. "I see, well, your 'aunt' is a doctor. It says here in your file that she adopted you. I assumed she was your mother...." The principal stopped her sentence and sighed, leaning forward in her leather swivel chair. "Your aunt then will be notified of your behavior. Your teacher will take care of your punishment. You may return to class and I do not want to see you in my office again, alright?"

Jenni kept her eyes downcast, and nodding slid off of the overstuffed chair. The rest of her school day went by slowly and by the time the final bell rang she was slowly becoming anxious. Jenni quickly gathered her things into her purple backpack, including the lines assignment her teacher had given her as her punishment and heading outside into the bright afternoon sunshine. Despite being the month of October the weather was in the high ninety's considering it was Phoenix, Arizona. Jenni wiped the sweat from her forehead and reached for her water bottle her aunt always insisted she keep with her and realized she had forgot it at home that day.

Suddenly, her friend Gina waved to her from her family's air-conditioned van, calling her over.
Since Zoë often worked well into the evenings at her office during the week, Jenni usually went with her to her house where the girls would do their homework and play until Zoë picked her up later that day. Jenni opened the vans sliding door and slipped inside."Hey Gina! Sorry I missed you at recess; I had to talk to my teacher about something."

"S'okay, I can't wait to show you my new video game--" Gina said excitedly and was cut off by her mother.

"Gina you are grounded from your game box for a week, remember? And besides Jenni isn't coming home with us today."

"She's not?"
"I'm not?" The two children asked simultaneously.

"Your aunt asked that I drop you off by her office today." Gina's mother explained and pulled out of the school parking lot and headed toward downtown.

"What'd you do?" Gina asked Jenni who had turned her face toward the window to hide the tears forcing their way down her cheeks.

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"Look Nancy we have been friends for a long time and as Jenni's teacher I understand your concern. I am sorry for her tantrum and language, but she will be punished for her poor choices."Zoë said and sipped on her caramel nonfat latte and pushed a stray strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear.

Today she wore her hair pulled up off her face and into a stylish twist. Her large intelligent green eyes scanned a list of patients to be seen next week. She had on a pair of burgundy slacks, and a short sleeved cream blouse. Her matching waist coat rested on the back of her chair. Despite all the air-conditioning, after a long day her office was beginning to get hot and stuffy. Listening to her friend's response about the 'dangers of spanking' she shook her head and tapped her pen against her desk, as was her habit when she was upset over something.

"I know Nancy. I am a holistic doctor, I work with children, I have a PHD, I know what the 'experts' think, but she is my child and I will discipline her as I see fit. Now, I really do have to get going. Thank you again so much for taking some extra time to fill me in and I will make sure she has those lines done for you by Monday morning..... ...Take care.....you to....bye now."Zoë dropped the phone on its rest and sighed heavily, resting her head on her hands.

'What am I going to do with this child?' She thought to herself and rubbed her temples to fight off a pending headache. The principal had called her earlier that day about her niece's behavior. After the bad news, Zoë had called her friend, who was also Jenni's sixth grade teacher to discuss the matter thoroughly. Zoë opened her laptop to begin that day's client paperwork when her secretary buzzed her office.

"Ms. Kelly, Your niece is here." said a voice from her speaker phone.

Zoë touched a button saying, "Send her in please."

The large mahogany door opened then a minute later and Jenni popped her head in. "Come in here Jenni, and shut the door behind you please." Zoë instructed and took off her dark reading glasses.

Jenni edged herself in and shut the door with a soft click, but stayed rooted to the spot, her eyes downcast. Zoë pointed to the blue leather arm chair in front of her desk and Jenni took off her backpack and went over to sit down.

"Jenni, I spoke to your principal and your teacher today. I was not very happy with what I heard. Mrs. Whitman and Ms. Miller are very upset that you behaved the way you did. Now, I know you and I know that something must be bothering you in order for you to behave like you did. Am I right young lady?" Zoë asked and leaned forward, resting her crossed arms on her desk.

Jenni bit her lip so hard it nearly bled as she shook her head 'no' to her aunt's inquiry, her strawberry blonde, curling ponytail loosened a bit from its bow. "No huh? Well, then I want to hear a valid explanation for your behavior today." When Jenni didn't respond Zoë stood and went around her desk and leaned against it in classic teacher pose. She cupped her nieces chin in hand and lifted so the girl would meet her firm gaze."I asked you a question Jenni and I do not like being ignored...." Zoë warned firmly.

"I-I'm sorry.....Can we go home? I mean, I want to talk to you at home, please?" Jenni asked and pulled her face away to wipe her tears.

Zoë sighed, "Alight we will continue this discussion later, but I need to get a few things done here first and I believe you have some lines to write. Go ahead and get started on those while I finish up." She said relenting to her niece's request. Zoë kissed Jenni's forehead and ruffled her hair gently before going back behind her desk to work.

Jenni opened her back pack pulling out her notebook and began to write, ' I will not throw books or curse when I am angry.' After a good hour Jenni stopped and watched as her aunts long slim fingers effortlessly skimmed across the surface of her laptop. Those hands were always manicured, soft and scented with a sweet lotion of lilies. Jenni marveled at the fact that those same hands could console her when she cried and stroke her hair in affection, but also deliver the awful stinging burn of a spanking to her bare bottom whenever she misbehaved. Her aunt hardly ever used any implement other then her hand when disciplining Jenni, telling the girl, "my hand on your bare skin is exactly what you need," when Jenni had asked her one evening a few years ago. This had proved to be very true. Jenni always benefited from a bare bottom spanking and was usually very well behaved for several weeks afterward. Not that she liked being turned over the maternal knee and spanked until she cried.

"I'm almost done here sweetheart. You can put your things away now." She instructed, awakening Jenni from her daydream. The preteen gathered her papers and notebook and stuffed them in her back pack while her aunt shutdown her computer and put a few files into her brief case to take home.

Zoë grabbed her purse and water bottle and noticed that Jenni seemed to be without hers."Where is your water bottle Jenni?"

"I forgot it at home. I'm sorry Aunt Zoë." She mumbled and opened the door to leave the office.

Zoë followed her and locked it. "It's to hot and dry here for you to be without water. It's the desert Jenni, and it's very important for you to be properly hydrated. I do not want you getting sick."

"Gezzzz I won't, just leave me alone about it!" Jenni snapped. Zoë's green eyes flashed. She set down her briefcase and purse, taking her niece firmly by her upper arm.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The girl asked as she was pulled over to the long couch along the opposite wall of the waiting room of the office. The room was empty except for the two of them as Zoë's secretary had gone home some twenty minutes ago.

The woman seated herself on the sofa and slipped the backpack off her niece's shoulders, "You will not take that tone with me. Its disrespectful and I won't have it." She said and pulled the girl across her lap.

Jenni struggled to stand up as she felt her skirt being lifted and her flowered panties exposed. "Nooooo Aun' Zooeeee!"

Zoë raised her hand and snapped her wrist delivering 12 very firm spanks to her niece's panty seat, imposing a lingering sting to the now blushing cheeks. Jenni could feel hot tears burning below her eyes, but they never fell as she was quickly stood up. "When I tell you to do something, it isn't because I am being mean, or unfair. It's for your safety and wellbeing. I do not appreciate being spoken to as I just was and next time I won't just use my hand to remind you of that. Do you understand me?" Zoë asked as she smoothed down the girls blue pleated skirt, adding a few pats to her punished behind as a reminder.

"Yes ma'am." Jenni answered and rubbed some of the sting from her bottom as her aunt stood and picked up her things. Jenni put on her backpack and the two took the elevator to the parking garage where Zoë's silver Lexus was parked.

Very quickly they were on route home, as the traffic was light heading north. The ride was silent and Jenni squirmed in the back seat, but kept her thoughts occupied with the passing scenery of Camelback Mountain and the dusty busy road. Soon enough Zoë pulled into their driveway of a two story home. The house was rather large for just the two of them, but Zoë had decorated it with warm, soft colors and the large rooms felt homey and relaxed. Jenni followed her aunt into the house and they shed their belongings by the front door. Zoë went into the kitchen and beckoned Jenni to follow.

"I am going to start dinner, and while I cook I want you to tell me what's going on with you today." Zoë said opening the fridge and pulling out the makings for her strawberry salmon salad, one of Jenni's favorites, that consisted of herbal mixed greens, goat cheese, strawberries, and balsamic with a lemon crusted salmon filet.

The girl sat at the island counter on a high-backed stool and traced a scrambled pattern on the tiled countertop with her finger."Nothings wrong..." Jenni mumbled.

Zoë slammed a drawer and placed a wooden cutting board on the counter. Jenni jumped a bit at her aunt's obvious annoyance."Jenni, tell me that 'it's hard to talk about'....tell me that 'you don't know where to start', but don't lie to me and tell me nothings wrong. I didn't raise you have tantrums and a dirty mouth. When you act out like that, especially around other people, I know that something is really bothering you." She said and began to slice the strawberries for the salad. "Baby, I just want to help you, but I can't do that unless you talk to me." Zoë explained, finishing with the strawberries and setting the stove to medium heat to begin the salmon filets that she had already crusted with crushed lemon peel and seasonings that morning.

"But I don't want a spanking...when I tell you, you are gonna spank me for how I acted at school." Jenni reasoned, looking up at her aunt who placed the filets in the heating pan before turning around to regard her niece.

"Yes, I am just like I always do when you misbehave." She confirmed gently, placing greens, strawberries and crumbled goat cheese in a salad bowl and tossing the mixture gently with balsamic vinaigrette."I am not; however, spanking you for whatever it is you have to tell me now, just your behavior at school. You still need to learn that throwing fits and cursing are not appropriate ways to express anger and that if you are upset over something that you can and will to talk to me. I am your moth--" Zoë stopped herself and took a deep breath before continuing. "We are family and I love you. Just let me in a little bit alright?" She said simply and flushed a bit at what she almost said.

On paper and for all legal reasons she was Jenni's mother, but here in their close, but sometimes complicated relationship she was still, 'just her aunt'. She had spoken with Jenni about the girl having the freedom to call her mom, if she ever so wished, but promised that she herself would never cross the line and demand it. The choice, if ever, had to be Jenni's. The child's real mother was Zoë's younger sister, Lydia, who left the child on her doorstep, freshly beaten when Jenni was just barely seven years old. They hadn't heard from the woman since.

"Okay.....," Jenni started, "It's hard to talk about and I don't know where to start." She tried and hugged herself.

Zoë dished helpings of salad and salmon onto two plates and carried them over to the table. Jenni slid off her stool and went to get silverware and napkins without being asked while her Aunt poured a glass of milk for Jenni and a small glass of Rombauer Chardonnay for herself, loving the rich buttery oak and light hint of peaches that occupied her favorite white wine.

"So, let's start with what you are feeling. Are you angry, frustrated, sad?" Zoë asked, remembering what Jenni's therapist had told her about helping the girl identify feelings. Jenni pushed the food around on her plate and ate a few bites before responding. Zoë was patient, not wanting to rush Jenni into a false response.

"I'm angry and scared a little, I guess." She offered and took a large bite of salmon, savoring the puckering flavor.

Zoë sipped her wine, considering her nieces feelings."This is about your mother isn't it sweetheart." Zoë asked gently.

Jenni shot her a look of annoyance, not liking how her aunt could read her so well. That impulsive feeling though quickly faded as she realized it was wonderful having someone who could help her with all these bottled up emotions."Yeah, but not like how before. It's different this time..." Jenni explained, a hard knot forming in her stomach. "I saw her last week, on the playground at school..."

A whole range of emotions and thoughts raced through Zoë's mind at that moment. 'How dare she!...After what she did....all the things this poor child has had to cope with because of the stupidity of a sick woman...' Zoë swallowed hard, keeping her emotions in firm check even though inside she was screaming. "Are you sure Jenni?"

"Yeah, she knew me. We talked..... I didn't want to tell you at first, 'cause you told me never to talk to people I don't know, and I didn't, until I was sure it was her. She looks the same, but she wasn't so mean as before." Jenni said, not looking her aunt in the eye, a little afraid of what she might see.

"What did she say to you?" Zoe asked calmly.

"She said that she had a house here…and that she wanted me to come live with her and that things would be different this time....." Jenni's voice broke giving way to hot, bitter tears. "I-I jus' want her to leave me alone! Aunt Zoë I don't want to live with her or see her....Please, please don't make me!"

The girl was now sobbing hysterically, bent over in heartbreaking wails. Zoë quickly went over to Jenni and eased her up so she could sit in her place. She pulled Jenni up onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her child and rocked her as she cried. Zoë hummed a soft melody of some forgotten song that had always had a calming affect on Jenni whenever she was upset. After a long, while Jenni's tears diminished and the girl was reduced to a limp rag doll, damp with sweat from her ordeal.

"Baby, I want you to sit up a bit and listen to me please. Can you do that?'' Zoë asked and Jenni lifted her head from her aunt's shoulder and rubbed her eyes, nodding. "I would never, ever make you do something that you were uncomfortable with or scared about. You do not have to see your mother and besides I don't think it's a good idea at this time anyway, at least not yet, and certainly not without my supervision. I will speak to your principal and some other people to make sure she won't approach you again." She assured and kissed Jenni's wet cheek. "I am so sorry that you have been going through this by yourself. That's why it's so important that we talk to each other about how we are feeling. I will always be honest with you about everything we talk about and I expect you will learn it is okay to do the same with me."

"Thanks Aunt Zoë. I will." The young girl smiled a bit, feeling better after a good cry.

"Alright then, do you want anymore of your dinner?"Jenni shook her head no as Zoë stood her up, "I'll clean up down here, why don't you go take a hot bath. I'll be up soon to check on you."

"But its only 6:30."

"I think you should go to bed a bit early tonight. Some extra sleep will do you some good and besides, you and I still have to clear up your behavior issues from earlier today." Zoë said simply and stood to gather up the dirty dishes and the half eaten meal.

Jenni pouted a bit as she made her way into the living room and up the winding staircase to the second level of their home.

Jenni had her own bathroom and when she had came to first live with her Aunt Zoë, the woman let her decorate it anyway she had wanted and at seven she had had a passion for anything pink. The walls were painted a soft ballerina pink with a matching rug and hand towels. Zoë, this last year, had changed it a bit by replacing the pink rug and towels with cream colored ones and added some new wall hangings that were re-prints of Monet.

Jenni ran herself a warm bath, complete with bubbles and slowly stripped off her school clothes, tossing them into the hamper. She undid her lose ponytail, instead clipping her hair in a messy bun atop her head and stepped into the soothing water. The girl took her time washing herself, letting the water wash away the day. About 15 minutes later she heard a knock on the door. She drew her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. "Come in." She called and her aunt pushed open the partially closed door carrying a stack of warm towels fresh from the dryer.

"Nearly finished?" Zoë asked as she put away the towels in the pantry next to the lifted tub, leaving one out for Jenni to use when she got out.

"Yeah, but....look; can't you just ground me or something instead? I promise I'll never throw books or talk back again. I'm really, really sorry! Please?" Jenni pleaded, hoping against all odds that Zoë would relent.

"No sweetheart and you know better than to even ask me that. You need this spanking. Now, no more stalling. That water must be getting cold anyway. I'll meet you in your room in 10 minutes." Zoë confirmed and left the girl to finish up.

Jenni pulled the plug and sat there as the water drained wishing that all her emotions of anger and fear could follow the water. After a few minutes she stood and wrapped the towel around herself, heading to her room across the hall way. She found her pajamas already laid out for her. Jenni smiled a bit at the irony of putting on panties only to have them pulled down so soon after, but still she dressed and took out her hair clip, letting her hair fall down in loose waves. She then sat down on her twin canopy bed to wait.

Her aunt knocked once few minutes later and let herself in without waiting for a reply. Jenni had butterflies in her stomach as her aunt approached and seated herself next to her niece."Come stand beside me here Jenni."

Jenni eased herself off the bed and went to stand by her aunt's right side."Do you understand why I am going to spank you?"

Jenni hated this part. She nodded slowly, clenching her cheeks involuntarily.

"Tell me why?" Zoë asked, always wanting to be very sure her little niece knew exactly why she was being spanked.

"Cause' I threw books and talked back to my teacher?"

"Are you asking me or telling me, Jenni?"

"Telling you." The girl corrected herself, trying very hard to keep her hands at her sides as her aunt began to work the knot in her pajama bottoms loose.

"That's right, but there's more to it than just your tantrum. You need this spanking to help you get some of those feelings out of you. There are other ways to express yourself. We've gone over this so many times Jenni, and frankly I am getting tired of repeating myself to you. I am very patient with you young lady, but you need to make more of an effort to control your anger. Tell me some of the ways you can express yourself properly." She commanded and pulled the purple PJ pants to the child's ankles.

Jenni's eyes grew teary as she struggled for the right words. She felt so juvenile, so embarrassed, and so small. "I-I can come talk to you or another adult. I can p-punch a pillow, or sit quietly. I can take deep breaths and count to ten...." She recited some of the things Zoë had taught her to do when she felt out of control.

"That's right and I suggest you start using some of the ideas we talk about or you will be finding yourself over my lap more often until you learn to do so. Am I making myself very clear to you?" She asked, taking Jenni by the arm and pulling her across her lap.

"Yessss!" Jenni squealed as she felt her aunt's fingers in the elastic waistband of her purple cotton panties.

Zoë pulled the fabric down to Jenni's knees, usually doing this step once the child was over her lap to spare her some embarrassment. She lifted her right knee higher and wrapped her arm around that small waist to hold her niece in place. Stiffing her resolve she lifted her right hand high and began the firmly spank the bare bottom before her.

At the first swat Jenni gasped and squirmed as the unforgiving sting began to build. Her bottom went from being pale to a blushing pink very rapidly. She kicked her legs hard as the spanking moved to her untouched thighs.

"Owwwwwieee! Noooooo, Aun' Zooee.....Stop! Pleassse!" She wailed and kicked her pants clear across the room as her aunt left no part of her bottom or thighs untouched.

Zoë didn't spank hard, she didn't have to. Jenni got more emotional healing and cleansing out of the contact of skin to skin, hand to bottom, that all Zoë had to deliver was a firm spanking. Only enough to sting and burn for a few hours to make her point thoroughly and allow her niece a long much needed release. No matter how much Jenni begged, she never stopped or slowed her steady pace until the child gave in to acceptance. The end to a spanking was always Jenni's choice and the girl knew how to end it, but always fought the release of emotions that needed to come out.

"Don't! No more, no more.....pleaaasssseeee!" Jenni begged, beginning to cease her struggles and squirms. Wanting, but not wanting to let herself really feel. That always seemed to be her internal struggle with everything in her young life. Her Aunt knew this, and always provided the assistance her niece needed to let go.

"Not just yet sweetheart. A little more I think." Zoë said, sensing the shift she wanted was coming and concentrating this last part to Jenni's sit spot, where bottom meets thigh. After another minute the damn broke and Jenni hung limp in sobs and allowed herself another much needed cry. Zoë stopped the spanking then and rubbed the girls back in slow circles, helping her to calm down."Get up when you want to baby." Zoë soothed, waiting patiently for her niece to be ready for comfort.

After a few minutes Jenni started to push herself up and her aunt helped her stand. The woman leaned forward and pulled up the girls panties. Jenni yelped as the fabric hugged her burning, red skin.She pulled the girl in to sit on her lap. Zoë cuddled her and consoled her with soft words and kisses as she struggled with her internal demons. There were so many bottled up emotions in this child; anger, rage, hate, fear, grief.... Jenni didn't know how to even begin the healing process.

When Jenni had first some to her the girl had been wild and unruly, but through trial and error Zoe discovered exactly what her niece needed to start opening up and understanding her feelings.

"It's alright sweetheart.. .It's okay to cry, its okay to feel what you feel. Just let it all out."After a long while, when most of her tears subsided, Jenni pulled back from her aunt's embrace and wiped her eyes. Zoë handed her a tissue from her pocket to wipe with and stood her up."Do you feel better about things sweetheart? Would you like to talk some more?" Zoë asked, standing as she turned down the bedding.

"No, not now…maybe later." Jenni whispered her voice somewhat horse from all the crying she had done that day.

"Alright then, into bed with you, there's a good girl." Zoë said and kissed Jenni's wet cheek as the girl got under the covers on her stomach. "I love you baby, sweet dreams."

Jenni hardly heard her as she drifted off into a deep sleep. It was barely 7:30.....

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The clock on her nightstand read 11:15 PM.

Jenni sat up in bed wincing as she put pressure on her bottom. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the night as she crawled out of bed and headed out into the dark hallway in her underwear and PJ top. There was no light under her aunt's door, but Jenni crossed the long hall and opened it anyway and closed it softly behind herself.

"Aunt Zoë?" Jenni whispered as she came too stood near the high sleigh bed.

Zoë opened her eyes a bit to see Jenni's silhouette in the soft moonlight against her bay window. "Jenni? What's the matter? Did you have a bad dream?" Zoë asked and propped herself up on her elbow, straining a bit with her eyes to see her niece better.

Jenni shifted on her feet and bit her lip, "Can I sleep with you? I just don't…” She faltered and bit her lip.

Zoë smiled lifting the covers up with one arm and scooted toward the center of her bed to allow the girl some room. Jenni smiled and hurriedly snuggled deep under the covers. Zoë wrapped her arm around the girl, pulling her in close and kissed her strawberry blonde head while breathing in deeply the sent of clovers that followed her niece everywhere. The room was silent for a while; the only noise was their soft breathing.

"Aunt Zoë?" the girl sleepily whispered.

"Yes baby?"

"Thank you..."

"For what?" Zoë asked, tucking the quilts around them both.

"For loving me."

Zoë smiled and happy tears slipped down her fair cheeks as she watched the signs of the sandman visiting Jenni and luring her softly into a deep slumber. She gently kissed the sleeping girls cheek and said very quietly, "Thank you for letting me."

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Comments welcome. Part two will be posted soon.