Agnes walks between the rows of brightly colored blouses, holding up the skirt to see if she can find a match.  It is fun to shop for someone as petite as Emily.  Emily had arrived two days ago to spend a week, and Agnes wants to make the most of every minute.  Awake early, shopping today, the beach tomorrow, the party with friends on Thursday, they have a busy week planned and not a moment to waste.  Once they leave the department store it will be straight to the grocery store then back home to prepare dinner by 4:45 pm.

Agnes likes order and timeliness.  Unfortunately her 19-year-old niece Emily is fond of sleeping late and last minute wardrobe changes which leaves Agnes tapping her foot.

"Emily, this looks like a match to me, what do you think?"  Agnes asks pleasantly.

There is no answer, so Agnes turns to look for her niece.  She is nowhere to be seen.

"Emily?"

Agnes sighs and walks up and down the racks, knowing Emily can't be far.

Agnes looks at her watch, and then wanders toward the ladies shoe department.  She paces back toward the junior sized clothes, certain that Emily will return at any moment.  Dinner will be late if even one more thing delays them.  What if they encountered more traffic than usual driving home?  Things are simply being cut too close!  Her niece has not been a gracious guest this past week, complaining about the food, leaving wet towels on the carpet and after being called to dinner continuing to send text messages on her cell phone!

By the time Agnes ventures over toward the intimate apparel she is feeling hot and flushed.  There she is!  Emily is standing near a display of panties fingering the g-strings.

"Young lady, just what do you think you are doing?  Even if you didn't just waste fifteen minutes of our afternoon, there is no way you are going to purchase those sleazy things while under my guardianship!"

Emily rolls her eyes, and tosses down the G-string.  "Oh Aunt Agnes, this is not the 1950's, get a grip!"

Agnes had a grip alright!  At precisely 4:29 PM Agnes grips Emily by the arm in her kitchen and pulls her across her lap while sitting upright on a kitchen chair.

"Young lady, your insolence is going to get you a bare bottomed spanking!" Agnes sits erect with a wooden spoon hovering high above in one well-manicured hand.  Emily struggles and kicks, her hair a mess and one shoe slipping off onto spotless linoleum.  The spoon rises and falls with precision as Emily struggles against the firm grasp of her Aunt Agnes.

"Ow, ow oh ow!"

The spanking stops at precisely 4:45.  Aunt Agnes heads toward the stove to start preparing dinner.  Emily stands there, her mouth open, as she rubs her hot sore bottom.

"Aunt Agnes, what about the tushie cream?" she asks.

Aunt Agnes turns and smiles, "There simply isn't time, dear."