Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.4
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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"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.
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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 I'll be good. 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.
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Later that night, Chloe was lying on her bed watching
TV. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harriet pass
down the hall armed with cleaning supplies for the
bathroom. The poor little thing was hoping to get out
of her punishment tonight, but was only succeeding in
showing her Aunt how well she was behaving now that
Chloe was in charge.
Chloe giggled at the thought. "Harriet," she said.
Harriet peeked in the door looking very meek. "Yes,
Chloe," she said.
"You've done a very good job tonight. Go ahead and
get cleaned up for bed, then come back here with a
towel, so we can resolve our unfinished business."
Chloe listened to the sound of her cousin's feet
padding off to the bathroom. "-and don't close the
door either."
Harriet went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. She
shivered inside as she thought about her coming
punishment. 'Why is this happening to me? It isn't
fair. And why is it making me so hot?' she thought,
while she urinated.
She cleaned her very sensitive flesh with toilet
tissue. She touched her tiny nubbin and gasped, then
blushed as she looked down the hall, praying that
Chloe didn't hear.
"You better not keep me waiting," Chloe yelled from
her room.
Harriet rushed out of the bathroom, but then
remembered the towel, and had to return to get it.
When she finally arrived, Chloe was sitting at her
vanity waiting impatiently.
"About time. Close the door behind you and then fold
the towel and place it over my lap."
Harriet did as Chloe commanded, wondering what lay in
store.
"Now open the top right drawer and place everything on
top of the vanity."
Harriet opened the drawer and trembled with horror at
the contents. Inside were a brush, a belt, the spoon,
a small switch, and a bottle of lotion. With shaking
hands she removed each item and placed them on the
vanity.
"Now strip and lay over my lap."
Harriet hesitated; her eyes growing damp with tears.
"Please . . ." she begged.
"You're begging for the whole set aren't you?"
The tears had begun to fall. "No," Harriet said,
taking off her t-shirt and cotton shorts.
"No, ma-am," corrected Chloe.
"No, ma-am," Harriet said, as she resigned
herself to her fate and lay across Chloe's lap.
"Your bottom is still looking a little blistered,"
Chloe said, as she stroked her hand over her cousin's
firm cheeks. "How about we finish you up with my
hand?"
"Y-yes, ma-am," Harriet stuttered, thankful to avoid
the alternative.
Chloe placed her hand in front of Harriet's face.
"Give it a kiss first, little Hari,"
'The bitch! She can't expect me to-" Harriet thought.
"Why don't you hand me the spoon, Hari?" said Chloe.
Harriet immediately kissed the proffered hand.
"Good girl. Now, if you make to much noise or fall
off, we're going to have to start over. I think
fifteen licks should be enough for you."
Then the licks began to land. Harriet took the first
ten very bravely, but the last five were another
story. Her legs began to kick of their own volition
and she almost cried out for Chloe to stop, but she
had been able to hold it in, so thankfully, her
spanking was finished. She reached back to rub the
hurt out of her aching bottom, but Chloe grabbed her
hand.
"No, Harriet. I'm not finished," Chloe said. She
reached for the lotion and squirted the very cold
liquid on Harriet's burning cheeks. She began to
gently rub it in, soothing the tender flesh. "There,
is that better, my brave little Hari?" she asked.
"mmmmm . . . yes," Harriet breathed. The fingers felt
wonderful on her intimate parts. She wished Chloe
would reach down a bit further; she needed it so bad.
"Okay, let's give you your medicine and get you to
bed," Chloe said, playfully tickling Harriet's side.
"Lay down on the bed for me Hari-girl." Chloe fetched
the bottle of medicine, while Harriet lay down on the
bed, taking particular care not to put too much
pressure on her sore bottom.
"Get those legs up so I can sit down," Chloe said, as
she dipped her finger in the bottle. "That's my girl.
Hold them back . . .further now."
Finally, Harriet had her legs pulled back so far, she
could easily see the wet swollen lips of her very
aroused and wet sex. She blushed in humiliation.
It was not unnoticed by Chloe. "Naughty girl," she
scolded, smiling slyly and causing Harriet to become
embarrassed and close her legs. "Did I say to close
them?"
"No," Harriet murmured. She held her legs open again.
"No, ma-am," Chloe corrected. Then she began to rub
the medicine into the petals of Harriet's aroused sex.
"Uh-no-ma-am," Harriet moaned.
"Shhhhh," Chloe cautioned, rubbing her cousin until
the lean girl's hips began to flex. Then, when she
had the curly-haired girl worked up, she pulled her
fingers away at the last moment.
Harriet looked up into Chloe's flushed face.
"Please," she begged.
"Please what?"
"Please ma-am, I'm so close."
"The doctor said three weeks Hari. C'mon, let's get
to bed."
Harriet's legs opened widely and her back arched in
need. Summoning all her will, she closed her legs and
got off the bed to go sleep in the closed in her
sleeping bag.
"Where are you going?" asked Chloe, pulling a lock of
her blonde hair behind her ear.
"I'm going to bed," Harriet said.
"You're sleeping with me now . . ." Chloe got under
the covers and held them open for her cousin. "-so I
can keep my eye on you," she added.
Harriet climbed into bed and Chloe spooned up to her
naked back. For just once Harriet wished she were
back in her bag, where she would be free to touch
herself. Unfortunately for her, Chloe's fingers were
almost touching her sex. As a matter of fact, she was
touching her, running her fingers through her small
patch of fur.
"Hari?" Chloe asked.
"Yes," Harriet whispered.
"Do you remember the naughty thing you did in the
shower today?"
"Ah-yes, Chloe," Harriet said. Her body trembled with
her need.
Chloe pressed even tighter against her cousin and
traced her fingers over her naked flesh.
"Would you do it again? You know . . . the *nasty*
thing."
Harriet's body burned with desire as she remembered
looking up past her cousin's perfect thighs. 'The
nasty thing, oh God, she wants me to do the nasty
thing!' Harriet thought, very scared of the feelings
that awoke in her body.
Silently, she turned around and slid down until she
smelled the aroma of musk and the comforting presence
of Chloe's thighs. She lightly kissed the hot flesh
in between.
"Ugh," Chloe groaned, pulling her cousin tighter.
Hari's tongue dove into the delicate petals of Chloe's
sex. 'She does taste wonderful,' she thought, lapping
at the sweet nectar and moaning with her need.
"Shhhh-baby, ah God," Chloe cautioned. "We can't let
mother hear."
There wasn't another sound except for the slight
squeaking of bed springs until Chloe grunted into her
pillow.
Afterwards, Harriet hugged Chloe tightly, grinding
against her leg.
"C'mon baby, you can't. It's only for three weeks,"
Chloe promised, spooning against her cousin again.
'Only three weeks?' thought Harriet. 'Three weeks is
a fucking eternity." Shortly, she heard Chloe's light
snoring in her ear. She tried to ignore the need
burning in her sex and snuggled back her cousin's warm
body.
To be continued . . .
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