Chapter 3: Sugar and Spice, But Nothing Nice
The day after Adagio’s “adventure” in the woods drudged on for all three sirens. It was a week before school started back up, which Granny insisted for them to go, and the girls were all mixed about it. Sonata as always looked on the bright side, saying that school might turn out being fun despite their encounter with the Rainbooms, while Aria and Adagio had their own kind of disdain for going back. They both knew the students would not be appreciative of being brainwashed again, so they would expect not to be welcomed with open arms.
Until then, they had to get through this week with the Apples, which wasn’t as bad, for the most part. Adagio was still dreading the next two nights of early bedtime accompanied with a bedtime spanking for her misadventure, but she was able to keep her mind off of it for most of the day by helping out Granny and the family with the daily chores. It was a way to get the perpetual feeling of dread out of her system, but it was primarily her tactic of getting Granny’s mind off of administering the spanking, either by lucky forgetfulness or bribery due to her helping out without provocation.
It seemed to have worked, since Granny didn’t say a word to her hinting that she still had a spanking coming that night, or even that she was still going to bed early. Surely her plan had worked, right? Granny even gave Adagio one of her homemade chocolate chip cookies before lunch for her hard work, which was a prize all on its own. It wasn’t until after lunch that things started to go downhill, and not just for the orange-haired siren.
Granny had gone out to feed the pigs and help Big Mac gather eggs from the chickens, leaving Adagio with the task of washing the dishes from lunch. Granted Adagio in reality hated all of these chores she was being burdened with, but if it meant possibly avoiding a bedtime spanking it would be totally worth it. So with a fake smile as Granny walked out the door, Adagio set to work with a grimace, while Aria stayed at the table writing who-knows-what in a spiral notebook, and Sonata nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, ever since shortly after Granny gave Adagio that cookie Sonata had been missing, only coming out of their room for lunch before heading right back in.
Curious, Adagio quickly finished the dishes and went to their room, opening the door before her eyes widened at the horror she saw before her:
Sonata was in the middle of the floor, the two batches of cookies Granny made for the summer camp kids almost completely gone, and crumbs from said cookies scattered all around the floor and Sonata’s mouth. Anyone could tell that she had been stuffing her face with the cookies, and as she stared up at Adagio with an all-too-innocent face they both knew Sonata was going to be in some major trouble, especially as Granny came back inside the house.
Quickly, Adagio closed the door and turned to Sonata, her face one of pure frustration at the blue siren. Her chance of not being spanked tonight was slipping from her fingers because of Sonata’s stupidity, and the leader of the group wanted nothing more than to punch Sonata in the jaw for ruining everything. However she knew what the outcome of that would be, and she would rather not have to endure a full spanking on top of what she already had coming.
“W-What? What did I do?” The most obvious question asked by the most oblivious of people…
“Sonata, you’re eating all of the cookies Granny Smith baked for the summer camp! You are ruining my efforts to save my ass tonight!” Sonata’s face quickly went from confused to filled with terror as she realized something else: “Oh, no! If Granny catches me, I’ll probably be spanked too!”
Adagio put a hand to her chin in thought. That was true; if Granny caught Sonata she would be punished, but what if someone told Granny instead like a good, helpful child would? Adagio smiled as she schemed, and Sonata looked at her in confusion.
“Adagio? What are you planning?”
Adagio didn’t say a word as she abruptly left the room, leaving Sonata to wonder. In the kitchen, the siren found Granny looking for something, quite frantically. Seeing Aria was not near them and with an innocent smile Adagio sauntered up to Granny, asking, “Granny, what are you looking for?”
“I coulda sworn I baked a buncha cookies for them fellers down at the summer camp. But I can’t remember where I done put ‘em!” Adagio smiled evilly to herself when Granny couldn’t see, before changing her expression to one of mock realization.
“Oh! You mean the cookies I found Sonata eating in our room just now?” She had not seen Granny heel-face turn in emotions so quickly. Her expression of mild irritation turned to one of rage, and she grabbed her wooden spoon before stomping to the Dazzlings’ room. Adagio followed not far behind, feeling so satisfied with herself. When the two entered the room, Sonata jumped and squeaked as she saw Granny with her spoon, before looking completely guilty as she sat on the floor. Aria was now on her bed reading, but looked up from her book to watch the commotion.
“Sonata Dusk, you know better’n to take cookies without askin’ me first!” She scolded as she wagged her finger at the blue siren, who now looked at the floor with sorrow as she felt a faint tingling of trepidation in her rear. Adagio did not even try to conceal her smug grin, assuming that since she had been so helpful as to find the baked goodies and catch the culprit who stole them she would definitely be given a free pass from her dreaded bedtime spankings.
She watched as Granny took out the Spanking Chair and placed it in front of Sonata, sitting down and motioning for the blue girl to stand up. Gulping and whimpering, Sonata did as she was told, once again hoping that being obedient would earn her some sort of leniency. She soon found herself sprawled over Granny’s lap, as Adagio walked in front of them, a smug smirk on her face the entire time.
Granny made short work of lifting Sonata’s skirt up, and holding her in place before cracking the spoon down on her pantied bottom. Sonata yelped, immediately squirming as the spoon continued to make its marks on her upturned rear. Adagio had to fight back the urge to laugh, and it was a battle well fought as Sonata received 25 hard whacks over her panties, before being sent to her bed.
Once Sonata was let up and given the order, she sprinted to her bed and lied down quickly on her stomach in fear of any warning swats, covering herself with the blanket and giving the duo a look that would be more akin to a stray newborn puppy. Granny’s hard glare softened, and she stood before going to the siren’s bed and rubbing her lime, wrinkled fingers through the girl’s two-toned locks.
After soothing Sonata for a moment, Granny sighed and sat back down in the chair, thoroughly confusing all three sirens. Normally when Granny was done administering a spanking she would put the chair back in its place and leave, but it seemed that wasn’t the case this time.
“Youngin’s…lemme tell ya’ll somethin’. If there’s one thing I hate the most, its people thinkin’ I’m stupid. Jus’ cause I’m old, don’t mean I don’t know what’s goin’ on. I can tell when someone is doin’ things to get somethin’…or to NOT get somethin’…” When she finished this sentence, she looked over at Adagio, whose heart started to race as beads of sweat started to form. Apparently Granny had been aware that Adagio was only helping her and tattling on Sonata to save herself from getting her deserved bedtime spankings.
“Adagio…”
“U-Um…yes, Granny?” Adagio grew nervous with every second, and her mind was telling her to run, but her legs betrayed her by staying in place. Of course that could also be taken as a good thing, since running would only mean more trouble at the moment.
“I need you to tell me the truth. Were you helpin’ me just so I wouldn’t spank you tonight?” Adagio bit her lip and kept her eyes down, nodding her head in affirmative after a moment.
“An’ is that why you tattled on Sonata, knowin’ that I’d spank her?” Adagio nodded again after gulping in dread and trying to force back pre-spanking tears. All of her work to save her ass had gone to waste, and it turned out she didn’t have a chance of getting any leeway in the first place. Granny pointed in front of her, motioning for Adagio to come over to her and accept her fate.
Adagio did so when her legs finally decided to move, seemingly according to Granny’s will rather than her own. She stood in front of Granny, and tried to keep still as the woman undid her belt and pulled down her shorts before bending her over her waiting lap. This time, though, Adagio was able to squeeze out a protest.
“P-please, Granny! I only wanted to help!”
“Child, you just told me you were only helpin’ me so I wouldn’t spank you! Don’t go lyin’ to me now unless you want me to scrub that mouth o’ yers with soap!” Adagio covered her mouth in reflex at the threat, the mere thought of her mouth being washed out making her want to gag. She then thought it was best to keep her mouth shut, save for the many yells of pain she was sure to give once the spanking started.
And it started too soon for the siren’s liking, loud cracks sounding through the room as a searing pain was applied to Adagio’s helpless bottom. Sonata and Aria watched, both enjoying the taste of karma their leader was receiving as she quickly started to sob before the 15th and final strike was delivered.
After the final blow sounded, followed by Adagio’s pitiful yelp, Granny let the girl off her lap, standing up herself and putting the chair not at the desk, but in the corner near the foot of Sonata’s bed. Adagio whimpered as Granny gently took her by the arm and sat her down on the chair, facing her to the intersecting walls.
“Now both o’ ya stay there ‘till I say you can come out.” After receiving nods from both Adagio and Sonata, Granny left the room, shutting the door gently behind her. Fifteen minutes passed and a tense silence filled the room, Adagio feeling the most tense as she could feel Aria and Sonata glaring at her, though she couldn’t see if it was true.
Granny came back in after the fifteen minutes, allowing both of them out of their respective prisons as well as calling all three of them to dinner. A pit of dread fell into Adagio’s stomach, knowing that right after dinner would be an early bedtime as promised, along with what she had been trying to avoid all day. Gulping and trying to enjoy the hearty meal while the thought of the pain that was going to be added to her already smarting rear, Adagio ate slowly as if it would prolong the inevitable.
It turned out she was more nervous than she thought; Adagio had eaten faster than she realized and was done with her food (as well as seconds) sooner than she wanted. Granted she was one of the last ones to finish; the very last being Granny herself.
Once Granny finished her food, she looked at Adagio for a moment before standing and gently taking the girl’s hand. Adagio sighed through her nose and followed Granny to her room, quickly changing in the bathroom to her night clothes. When she came out of the bathroom,
Granny was already sitting on Adagio’s bed, no implement in hand. This slightly confused Adagio, being so used to seeing a spoon or hairbrush waiting to make an impression on her bottom.
Granny motioned for Adagio to come to her, and the latter reluctantly did so, again as if her legs and brain were two separate entities. Granny soon had the siren over her lap, and Adagio prepared for the swats as best she could, clenching her rear as if to try and lessen the pain.
Needless to say, it didn’t work, as Granny started to lay swats down and Adagio still felt them all the same if not slightly worse than normal when her bottom was clenched. She felt rather lucky Granny left her nightgown alone, though it as well had almost no protection for the 20 swats Granny gave her.
As soon as the spanking started, it ended just as abruptly, Adagio sobbing quietly as the pain in her rear was reignited. Granny helped the siren up, hugging her gently to her chest and allowing the girl to cry into her shoulder until she calmed. As soon as the sobbing quieted and Adagio let go, Granny tucked her in, pulling the covers to her chin and rubbing a hand through the fluff of hair before leaving the room.
Adagio sighed. She wasn’t even that tired yet, but after what she endured it didn’t take much time before sleep took hold of her and she drifted off into a deep slumber.