Bewitched

Returning home from a meeting of The Witches Council, Samantha Stephens was shocked to see her husband spanking her cousin Serena’s bare bottom.

“OH MY STARS AND GARTERS, DARRIN, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?”, Samantha shouted.

Smiling wickedly at his beautiful wife, while continuing to whale away at Serena’s rapidly reddening rear with his hand, Darren replied, “While waiting for you to return home, Serena came down with a bad bout of the witch’s flu, and lost her powers. So I thought this was the perfect time to give this wicked witch what she’s deserved for years.”

Watching Darren turn her cousin’s rear cherry red, Samantha recalled all of the times Serena had pretended to be her, hoping to destroy her marriage to a man Serena hated, simply because he was a mortal. Smiling mischievously, Samantha twitched her nose, and a large oval oaken hairbrush appeared in her husband’s hand.

“HEY, A HAIRBRUSH!” Darren proclaimed merrily, “Thanks, Sam, that’s just what I needed, my hand was getting sore.”

“YOUR HAND? What about my … OW!” Serena yelped, when Darren blasted the heavy hairbrush into her already burning bottom, causing the fires already raging there to increase in their intensity, until the dark haired witch’s butt was boiling and blistering.

Darren continued to pepper Serena’s posterior with his hairbrush until the howling troublemaker’s ass was a deep dark shade of burgundy, and Serena was begging for mercy. Satisfied that her naughty cousin had learned a long overdue lesson, Samantha twitched her nose again, and Serena disappeared from across her husband’s lap to reappear sitting, still bare bottomed, on a wooden stool at the Stephens’ kitchen table.

“YEOW!” Serena shouted, leaping off of the stool, her hands flying to her roasting rear.

Before she was allowed to give her bottom much of a soothing rub, Samantha chanted:

“Oh, Great Horned One and Bela The Bat,

The Midnight Man and The Golden Ghoul,

Please make this naughty brat,

Unable to move from her stool.”

Serena was instantly returned to the stool, unable to stand back up. “Please release me from your spell, Samantha, my butt is on fire and sitting on this stool really REALLY hurts.” Serena pleaded.

“Oh, I’ll release you from my spell …”, Samantha said, smiling sweetly, as a stack of paper and a pen magically appeared in front of Serena, “AFTER you write a thousand times ‘I’ll never impersonate Samantha again.’ “

“Living with mortals has turned you into a real meanie, Cuz!” Serena pouted, as she picked up the pen.

A hour later, Serena was still writing her lines, feeling like she was sitting on a bed of red hot coals, while Darrin and Samantha watched her delightfully, sitting on their big comfy couch, drinking martinis, too far from Serena to notice her smile sinisterly, or to hear her whisper, “You may be laughing now, but once I recover from the witch’s flu, and get my powers back, I won’t be the only one in this house with a blistered bottom.”