Chapter 4

"Come on Harriet, I don't like this any more than you," stated Harriet's aunt.

"Please auntie, I can do it myself," begged Harriet. She was naked from the waist down and sitting on top of a dresser in her aunt's room. She squirmed around due to her nervousness and embarrassment.

"You remember what the doctor said Harriet Morgan Hotter. No touching yourself for three weeks! I'm giving you your medicine and that is final." The older woman unscrewed the small jar and dipped her fingers in the white lotion.

'Oh God, why me?' thought Harriet, embarrassed beyond belief. 'Why in front of her? Oh God, and why am I getting wet?' Having no other choice, Harriet did the only thing she could - she reluctantly spread her skinny legs. She tried to think about her history lesson to keep from becoming more aroused.

Thankfully, her aunt applied the lotion quickly and professionally. Soon it was over and Harriet was allowed to put her dress back down and stand up.

However, if Harriet thought her humiliation was to be short-lived, she would find out how wrong she was. She noticed a side-effect of the lotion immediately after it was applied. Her already over-stimulated sex grew warmer - almost hot. This was probably due to the fact that Chloe had added a small amount of Bengay to the medication while no one was looking.

Harriet's hand automatically reached down to her overheated sex.

"Stop that you little masturbator!" her aunt said, slapping away her hand. "I see that I'm going to have to keep my eye on you young lady."

"But it's hot," protested Harriet.

"And your bottom will be too, if I catch you touching your nasty parts," warned her aunt.

Harriet looked at the entrance to the room and spotted Chloe smiling and spying on her from the corner of the door. 'What is she up to, ' thought Harriet.

By the end of the day, Harriet's poor bottom had been warmed as well. Her aunt was always watching her, and knowing that she wasn't supposed to fidget or scratch her privates, made the desire to do so almost overwhelming. The only time she had been able to touch herself, was when she went to the bathroom. But, even then, her aunt knocked on the door and warned her no funny business.

Dinner time finally arrived and Harriet was counting down the hours until she would be in bed and alone. Well, her sleeping bag wasn't much of a bed, but it was private and it would do just fine for her purposes. She grew wet thinking about it.

Chloe looked over at Harriet and smiled a very unsisterly smile. "Mom, what are you going to do about Hari?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" said Anne.

"Well, you can't watch her all the time. What about school or when you are at work?" said Chloe.

Anne's forehead wrinkled as she tried to compress the grey matter inside. Sometimes when she did this, she managed to squeeze out an original thought, but not this time. "I guess I should tell her teachers and get her some really big mittens to keep those paws off her little nasty."

Harriet's stomach dropped at this news. She was horrified at the thought of going to school with a note about masturbating. She would be ruined.

"You know mom, I was thinking," said Chloe. "You work so hard to put food on the table and clothes on our back. I've decided that I would like to help out. You know, take on more responsibility around the house."

Harriet heart beat faster the more Chloe said.

"... I was thinking that maybe I could be responsible for Hari."

"Well, Chloe, that is a very sweet offer-" Anne began.

"No-No-you can't! I'm eighteen! You can't make me!" blurted Harriet. She watched her aunt's eyes grow cold. 'Shit, I shouldn't have said that, ' she thought.

But it was too late. The damage had already been done. "What?" Anne's face turned red with anger. "Are you saying no to me?"

"No," Harriet mumbled.

"There! You said it again. Chloe, I think that would be a wonderful idea. Thank you very much," Anne said, as she got up from the table.

"Uh-Mom, there's one other thing," said Chloe. "If I'm going to be responsible, I think I need to be able to punish her."

"Sure," said Harriet's aunt, as she walked from the room. "She needs it anyway for smarting off to me."

"No-No-No-" repeated Harriet, getting up to run. However, Chloe quickly grabbed her arm. Harriet twisted and turned, struggling to get free, but Chloe proved to be much stronger. She led Harriet into the kitchen by her ear.

"It's time for you to learn who's in charge around here," Chloe said, as she grabbed a wooden spoon with her free hand. Then she pulled Harriet to the kitchen floor on all fours. "Tell me when you're going to be a big girl," she said. Then she proceeded to blister Harriet's plump bottom.

"You can't ah do this! Stop it Chloe! Ugh- Auntie! Make her stop!" But, her aunt never came to her rescue. Instead, Chloe laid into her even faster with the wooden spoon. Harriet tried to resist, but soon gave into her tears.

"Please <gasp> I'll be good. <Sob> I'll be a big girl," she sobbed.

"That's my big girl," Chloe soothed. "Raise your dress up for me, so I can give you the rest on your bare bottom."

Harriet trembled, but reached down and lifted up her dress. Chloe marveled at the red welts the wooded spoon left on the cheeks of her ass.

"Please Chloe, I can't take anymore," Harriet groaned.

Chloe placed a hand on her cousin's bottom, marveling in the warm heat radiating from it. "If you promise to apologize to mother and clean up the kitchen, I will put off your punishment until later on tonight. Okay?"

Harriet didn't want anymore at all, but better to have them later than right now, while her poor ass was throbbing. "Oka-OHHH!" she gasped, as she felt a finger dip into her moist sex.

"Naughty girl," Chloe whispered. "What would mom think about that?"

Harriet blushed in response. She couldn't believe her body's betrayal, but the proof was unmistakable. And now Chloe knew... knew that she was turned on.

She quickly got off the floor and lowered her dress, when Chloe let her up. As she left the room, Chloe asked, "and where do you think you're going?"

"I-I-I'm going to apologize - and then - and then clean up," Harriet stammered.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Ah-ah-I don't know, Chloe."

"Say, thank you Chloe for showing me the error of my ways," Chloe said.

Harriet couldn't believe the audacity of her cousin. First, she punished her and now she wanted to be thanked. 'Well, screw her, ' she thought, but then Chloe patted the spoon against her hand in warning.

"Thank you Chloe for showing me the error of my ways." Harriet repeated in a monotone voice.

"You're welcome Hari," Chloe said, as she walked toward Harriet.

Harriet shrunk away in fear, but Chloe put her arms around her and gave her a hug, which totally caught Harriet off guard.

"Are you okay? You know I only did that for your own good, don't you?" Chloe asked.

What could Harriet say? The only thing that came to mind was, "Yes,"

"Good. If you do like you should for the rest of the night, then I'll only give you half as many," Chloe said.

For the life of her, she couldn't remember Chloe saying how many she was going to get, but half as many was surely better than the alternative.

"Okay," Harriet said, before hurrying off.

Chloe watched her cousin leave, then her eyes closed. Her right had traveled down and stroked the crotch of her tight blue jeans.