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Drew let out a soft hum as she dabbed her beauty blender under her eyes, covering her prominent dark circles. She glanced slightly to the side to see the annoying pest, her brother Mitchell, still sitting on his bed behind her, looking extremely disappointed. Ughhhh.
Honestly, Mitch was acting as if she had committed the worst crime known to mankind. He was so dramatic. It wasn’t as if she had hurt the stupid kid. Sherman was completely fine. All she had done was use her charmspeak to persuade him to do her chores. She had done it for good reasons too. Her nails had just gotten done, and mucking up Pegasus manure would ruin them. Also, no one would ever help her if she did not use her powers to make them. She was basically using peaceful negotiations.
“Ehm!”
Drew rolled her eyes as she heard Mitchell let out a pointed cough. She dabbed the blender a bit harder than necessary as she continued to focus on her makeup and not the other person in the cabin. She was a perfectly capable adult and could decide how she wished to use her powers. Mitchell needed to back off.
“Drew,” scolded Mitchell as he finally stood up and walked over to her. “You need to apologize to Sherman.”
“Hmm.”
“Drew! Are you even listening to me right now? This isn’t a game. You cannot just use your charmspeak for fun, and especially not to make other campers do your work,” exclaimed Mitchell.
“Mmhh,” replied Drew, not even glancing at Mitchell as she held up two different shades of blush to her skin, comparing them with her skin tone.
“If you won’t listen to me, then I will tell Mom,” threatened Mitchell, completely fed up with his sister’s uncaring attitude and cruel behavior.
“You’re funny, darling,” snorted Drew, as she continued to apply her makeup, not even acknowledging Mitchell’s words. Her brother was far too shy and lacked the confidence to do something so courageous.
Mitchell bit his lip hard at the overwhelming surge of anger coursing through him. Here he was trying to help Drew, and she wasn’t even listening to him. Fine, thought Mitchell angrily, if she won’t listen to me, then maybe she will listen to Mom.
The demigod closed his eyes as he sent a quick internal prayer to his mom.
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Lady Aphrodite, or, well, Mom, I am extremely sorry to interrupt your day, but I have a bit of an issue. Drew is using her charmspeak to make other campers do her work. She refuses to listen to me or Piper when we try to speak with her about the issue. I am at a loss for how to continue. If you could please speak with her, I would be very grateful.
Your son, Mitchell.
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After finishing, Mitchell hurried out of the cabin to go find his other siblings. They would need to know to stay away from the cabin for an hour or two while Mom dealt with Drew.
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Aphrodite had been conversing with Persephone when a prayer from her darling son had reached her. Mitchell’s issue did not surprise her, unfortunately. She had known for a while that she had needed to speak with Drew, but the goddess had been attempting to give her daughter time to sort out her attitude herself. Unfortunately, her little dove often needed a stern hand to help guide her. If the goddess had to guess, Drew was dealing with something and was handling it by taking her anger out on others.
The goddess sighed sadly as she approached her cabin. She wished Drew would simply speak with her or someone about her struggles rather than acting out. She hated having to punish her kids, especially her daughter. She knew Drew was far more sensitive and empathetic than she made herself appear to be. Drew was far better than the behavior she was currently displaying and Aphrodite was not going to let Drew continue down this path.
Aphrodite softly opened the door and then closed it behind her. She scanned the cabin and spotted her daughter, seated on her bed, holding a mirror up while she applied a cocoa butter pink-tinted lip balm.
“Drew,” called the goddess as she walked over to her daughter.
The demigod’s head whipped towards the love goddess, face paling drastically. Mitchell really was serious, thought Drew as she internally began to panic. Oh noooo. She was in so much trouble.
“Mom,” gasped Drew, not even trying to hide her shock or guilt. She could hardly believe her mother was here right now.
The goddess stepped closer to her child and offered a hand. Drew accepted and was then pulled upwards. Once she was standing, the goddess gently pulled her towards the bathroom in the cabin.
Drew felt a wave of dread hit her as she realized what was about to happen. She had seen her mother do this to Silena one time.
“Mommy, no,” pleaded Drew as Aphrodite stopped them at one of the sinks in the bathroom. “I won’t do it again!”
“I am sure you will not, Drew, but that doesn’t negate the fact that you did this time. You absolutely know the punishment for using your charmspeak inappropriately,” stated Aphrodite, not at all wavering in the face of her daughter’s puppy eyes.
Drew let out a whimper as her mom began to run the soap under the faucet.
Aphrodite waited until the soap was rather soft before grabbing a soft washcloth and starting to rub the soap on it. After a couple of minutes, the goddess turned towards her daughter. Drew let out a whimper even as she opened her mouth, not wanting to truly anger her mom. That never ended well.
It tasted awful, and Aphrodite was annoyingly thorough. Drew felt hot tears slide down her face as her mom ran the soap rag over her tongue, against her cheeks, and across her teeth. She reached out to grip her mom’s forearms tightly. It was an overall process, but finally, the goddess stepped back.
“Can I spit now?” Begged Drew, as she tried to ignore the disgusting taste in her mouth.
“Five minutes, and then you can rinse and spit as much as you want,” stated Aphrodite calmly.
Drew closed her eyes, leg bouncing as she waited for her mom to tell her she could rinse out the soap.
It was an agonizing five minutes as Drew waited, but finally her mom spoke.
“You can rinse now,” declared Aphrodite.
Drew bent over the sink and spat and spat. She clung tightly to the countertop as she attempted to erase the disgusting taste from her mouth.
After a couple of minutes, Drew reluctantly stood up from her bent-over spot over the sink and turned around to look at her mom. The goddess's eyes were sympathetic, and Drew had no doubt in her mind that Aphrodite hated doing that as much as she did.
Aphrodite gave her daughter a soft look and opened her arms. Drew stepped forward and hugged the goddess tightly, enjoying her mom’s warm embrace and attention. The goddess rested her head on top of her child’s, holding Drew close. After a moment, the goddess patted her daughter’s back before stepping back. Aphrodite turned and headed back towards the sleeping area of her cabin, Drew right behind her.
The goddess stopped at Drew’s bed and elegantly took a seat. Then, she pulled Drew closer to herself and lowered her daughter’s skirt.
Drew blushed as her mom lowered her skirt but let herself be pulled over the goddess's lap regardless. She squirmed around for a second in order to get more comfortable as she waited for the inevitable spanking to start. Thankfully or unthankfully, her mom did not draw it out. Aphrodite’s hand quickly began to slap her bottom.
Drew hissed as her mom’s hand quickly began to pick up speed. Aphrodite spanked from the top of Drew’s bottom all the way down to the demigod’s thighs. The goddess made sure to place extra spanks towards the spot where the thighs meet the bottom, knowing Drew would feel that each time she sat down.
“Ow! Mommy!”
“I am sorry!”
“Stop! Stooop!”
Drew was rewarded with five extra swats for the last comment that made her squeal.
After a while, Aphrodite started lecturing.
“You do not abuse your charmspeak,” declared the goddess sternly.
“Ow—I won’t—ahh,” cried Drew, her bottom on fire.
“And no giving an attitude or making others do your work,” scolded Aphrodite. She landed a swat between each word to get her point across before stopping.
“I won’t!”
Aphrodite gently rubbed her daughter’s before fixing Drew’s clothes and helping her sit up in the goddess’s lap.
“I am sorry, Mom,” sniffled Drew.
“You are forgiven,” reassured Aphrodite softly as she wiped a few stray tears from Drew’s face. The goddess’s tender look soon turned mischievous as she said, “Now, do tell me about the boy you were telling Clarisse about earlier!”
“Mom,” whined Drew, a rosy blush painting her cheeks, but she cuddled closer to her mother regardless and started spilling the tea.