Aunt spanks me-

I am 27 years old and moved from my home town, last summer. I was fortunate enough to have an Aunt living in the town that I moved to. She is letting me stay with her while I get on my feet. Aunt Janet has twin daughters, Donna and Darla who are going to college and still living at home. They are 21 and both still get spanked when they misbehave.

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I gasped and tried to catch my breath. You deserve to be punished. The first few weeks were like a storybook. I was then standing almost touching her knees when Aunt spanks me began lecturing me on responsibility, honesty, and the value of keeping a promise. Nobody had used that tone of voice with me for years. Thank you, erotomane My name is David and this particular Easter holiday Aunt spanks me sexy Aunt Susie spankz to stay. One thing you know. I've only seen stills from this one. Leave a comment Ms

I was still crying as I washed my face.

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I am 27 years old and moved from my home town, last summer. I was fortunate enough to have an Aunt living in the town that I moved to. She is letting me stay with her while I get on my feet. Aunt Janet has twin daughters, Donna and Darla who are going to college and still living at home. They are 21 and both still get spanked when they misbehave. I have always had a hidden fetish for spanking, and it really intrigued me when I discovered that my cousins got their backsides blistered when they misbehaved.

I was anxious to maybe hear one of those punishment sessions. Aunt Janet is 43 years old, but she looks about 15 years younger, she is very attractive and in good shape. She looks more like a sister of her daughters rather than their mother. She is very nice and fun loving, but her daughters know that if they step out of line, their bare bottoms will feel the power of her wooden paddle. Since I have been staying there, up until last week Darla had managed to get only one spanking, to which I was out ot the house, and heard about later.

Last Friday night I went out partying with my two cousins and we were out quite late. It got to be close to 2 am,, which was their curfew, and they wanted to leave the club that we were at. When we got home a little after 3 am. She then told us that we had better get to bed because it was so late, and that she would discuss the matter in the morning with us.

By the time I got up the Saturday it was almost noon, my cousins had already been up for awhile. They told me that their mother had already a long talk with them, and that they were going to be spanked for coming in past their curfew.

I was really upset about that, so I rushed down to talk to my Aunt Janet as she was just about ready to leave to go shopping. With that, Aunt Janet sternly told me that I was wrong for doing so, and that if she had her way, I would be spanked also.

When she said that, I felt many different feelings run through me, fear, excitement, wonder, and mostly the desire to actually get a real spanking, surfaced again. I then gulped really hard, and said that I would feel bad if the girls got spanked something that I was responsible for, so I nervously told her that I would accept the same punishment.

My Aunt then said, very well, but the punishment was going to be pretty severe, probably 30 whacks or more on the bare butt with her paddle. She then told me that she would be back in about four hours, and the spankings would take place then.

For the next four hours or so I was really nervous, as I tried to busy myself around the house. I told my cousins that I was going to accept a spanking also, because of the guilt I felt for getting them in trouble. When Aunt Janet came home a little four hours later, she yelled for us to meet her in the den. When we arrived in the Den, Aunt Janet was standing there with her paddle in her hand, I then became very nervous and scared. She then told Donna to pull her jeans and panties down, and to bend over the back of the couch.

Once Donna was in place, Aunt Janet started laying on the whacks,. I was next. After ten swats were laid on, she gave Donna a brief rest to rub her sore backside, and then motioned me to drop my drawers and my underwear, and then to bend over the couch. When my Aunt Janet started whacking my bare ass, it felt like my bottom was having a hot branding iron put to it. I have never ever felt so much pain, it was just awful.

When she was done with my ten whacks, and then had Darla in position for her ten hits, my mind was a blank and I was oblivious to everything, as I tried to massage my stinging backside. Before I knew it, Donna had got her second ten swats, and I reluctantly went in position for my next ten hits. The next ten produced some crying out by me, and I started to lightly cry, my rump really hurt.

After Donna had received her ten spanks with the paddle, all three of us were told to stand against the wall with our hands on our heads. I was thankful for the break before we got our last ten whacks, I was beside myself with pain.

Aunt Janet asked us all if we would ever ignore the curfew that she had set for the household. Then she came up behind each of us and gave us four whacks at a time, to which we tried to dance out of the way with each it, because by now the pain was just about unbearable.

When she there was only two whacks left each for us, she had us each touch our toes, she then laid on the final two as hard as she could, saying that these were reminders of what would happen if we ever even thought of disobeying one of her house rules again.

Then it was over and we were aloud to clothe our backsides again. My butt is just getting over that spanking session. I have rubbed my bottom every day this week. A spanking like that makes you very conscious of a part of the body that you usually take for granted, I did realize the presence of my ass all this week, I can tell you that. Better late than ever. In loco parentis if ever! Such aunt is imho the mother-in-law so muh hoped for by serious men. I got a bare boittom spanking from my grandmother when I was 17 almost fourty years ago.

I still remember is as if it was yesterday. At 17 taking you pants and undies down going over her knee in front of your grandfather and sister and then being spanked until you cried was not fun.

I have replayed it a times in my mind over the years and changed my grandmother to an attractive bare breaseted young teacher. I get off on that fantasy every time. Sorry, but I mean exactly that for such a fault embarassment and pain should be much much more. And mainly by yor own husband. I will relate an interesting story. I was a member of a domestic discipline discussion group.

The list owner was a HOH of a large family, the three girls were , like their mother , subject to a bare bottom spanking with a hair brush or paddle with they misbehaved as long as they lived home. The oldest girl was a quite a rebel and she talked her younger 19 year old sister to move out of the house.

They asked their parents if they could back home. Since their parents were beside themselves with worry they agreed to them coming home. Everyone on the discussion group thought this was a bad idea, In fact he was advised they should both get a serious welcome back spanking, but he outright rejected this advice.

Well, things soon went wrong, the two daughters , especially the 20 year old balked at following the family rules and gave their mom lots of grief when she tried to get them to do their chores.

Their defiant behavior began to influence the whole family, their mother complained to her husband that it was unfair that she got spanked when she was bad but her two daughters could pretty much do whatever they wanted to do. Before long there was lots of acting out by other family members even their mom. Finally , after much urging from list members , their father decided something had to be done.

One Saturday right after brunch he called both of his misbehaving daughters into the living room and told them either they abide by the rules of the house or they would have to leave. They begged him to let them stay, promising they would follow his rules. He agreed they could stay but told them that an important rule of the house was that misbehaving ladies get paddled and they would both going to get a paddling and corner time until dinner was ready.

They both started to cry but they knew they had no choice. He had the oldest brother get the paddle and while he was doing that, he removed their jeans and panties and had them bend over the armrest of the easy chair, one on each side. When the paddle arrived they each got 30 swats. They were then put in a a separate corner of the living room with their well marked behinds on display , the other family members were ordered not to interact with them in any way.

This was effective in solving the disobedience issue. The oldest daughter has since married and the 19 year old, now 20 is engaged. I think thirty swats on the bare bottom of an errant 20 year old and then being made to display the results for asll family members to see is a very effective; humiliating and well deserved punishment.

I like to be punished by spanking because it hurts for a while but u are forgiven soon after. Trouble is I am very naughty at the moment and I end up being spanked more and more especially recently when it was decided over the knee it was and the belt when I swore and broke something important and then told the person to go fuck themselves.

I whole heartedly believe in a good old spanking and I think really I get away lucky a bit and probably deserve a longer harder spanking and I just wish someone would give me a severe spanking and if they see fit cane my naughty bottom. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This blog is intended for adults only.

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I could feel her heavy breathing and the only kicking she was doing was one good one after each good hard smack, the rest of the time she simply slumped over my lap. And like the clay on the potting wheel, she was mentoring, molding and guiding my growth and maturity. A quick stroke of my arse, her fingers now travelling between my crack and then the shoe was brought down on my arse again twice. Preview This is a preview of how your comment will appear. I watched with awe as the milky white liquid stained and splattered her pristine black jacket and even her face. The embarrassment of being marched to the mirror and made to look at the reddened area. She generally kept a small inventory of all of her figurines and pottery to allow her to respond quickly when orders came in.

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I was still crying as I washed my face. I could hear Auntie Sarah moving around in the kitchen. I went to my bedroom and looked at my bottom in the mirror. I was going to be good from now on. I still had the horrid horrible painful unyielding hairbrush to come. As though reading my mind, splat, the next moment the hairbrush hit home.

I shrieked out in pain. I was crying too much. Yes I knew I was learning my lesson though. I was going to be such a good girl from now on. Maybe I understood now because I was 19 years old. The hairbrush hit home time and again. Not once. I was sure the spanking was harder than last time. Tears were streaming down my face but my eyes were too blurred to see if the carpet was wet.

I really expected it to be. You can get up. Not for several moments, until I edged myself up. Auntie Sarah rubbed my bottom, soothing it, maybe trying to rub the pain away, and whilst I slowly stopped myself crying I knew my bottom was going to be very sore. I knew I had to. I walked over, still sobbing and put my hands on my head without being told.

I wanted to be a good girl. Holly must have come back into the room once the spanking stopped. I glanced around. Holly was looking intently at my bottom. What do I get? Jack enjoys it really.

Maybe Emma does. At least if I spanked you it would calm me down. You are very selfish you know Holly. Very selfish indeed. Holly looked at her Mother, and I thought that made her think. But she shrugged her shoulders and walked off. My bottom hurt but I was already thinking about my next spanking. Yes it hurt, but I was now alone and ready to lie on my bed and enjoy the sensations the spanking now gave me.

Yes, I will be spanked again. Just then though Jack came in, and to my astonishment he was still erect. I looked at my 17 year old cousin. He was a nice boy but only a boy. I was 19 and his cousin. But he had been nice to me over the last couple of days. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to treat myself, but knew that Jack needed me and I was happy now to help him.

I started to rub cream in to his sore red bottom which was warm to my touch. He relaxed and started to groan as the cream soothed his bottom.

He spread his legs apart and I creamed the inside of his thighs which led to deeper groans. Maybe I should help him out I thought.

His erection was huge. He could tell I was surprised by its size. He nodded and gasped as I put my hand around his shaft, rubbing gently up and down and slowly moved it up and down, feeling the heat, the stiffness, enjoying the reaction of this 17 year old breathing heavily.

All too soon I felt the surge of his cum as it shot up his shaft and spurted over his stomach as he let out a long gasp. His breathing subsided as he collapsed back on to the bed and he opened his eyes. He knew he had no chance of that. He laughed, got up, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and almost skipped out of the room. One happy young man I thought as I saw his very red bottom disappear through the door. I got up and walked to the mirror and started to apply cream to my own bottom.

Holly came in just as I was rubbing the cream in. Maybe she will help me then just as I helped Jack. A bit of an argument but no sore bum. After all the one thing I realised was how wet I was between my legs. I just needed Holly to leave so I could sort myself out. But she stayed, looking in my cupboard. She held up some trousers and laughed. Holly came over and sat on the bed. I know my Mum. She smelt so good. But it was just a hug. Holly was right. Over the next six weeks I was spanked so many times.

Several times Auntie Sarah would spin me around and smack me on my bottom a couple of times as a reminder to be good.

Other times I made the trip across her lap and my bare bottom was given a dozen or so spanks with her hand. Not the hairbrush though. She said this was a slightly more intense reminder of what will happen if I continue to be naughty.

But there were still seven more full blown spankings. Not enough to be good though. Auntie Sarah would remind Holly she deserved to be spanked each time as well but she just scoffed. Yes, so many times spanked in six short weeks, but then so many times afterwards spent on my bed in heaven. I helped Jack three times as well. I got used to him coming in and lying on my bed. Jack was out when my Mum came to pick me up.

I walked in to the lounge with Holly. I had wondered how I would feel about going home. Not having Auntie Sarah teach me her lessons across her lap. Maybe I can come back at the next holidays. It had been fun. If I set aside the spankings I really had a wonderful time. Auntie Sarah was great fun, and Holly and I had pretty much free rein. I looked up to find Mum holding a hairbrush. Well for both of us actually. Crikey I thought, if that had been me that would have earned me a trip across her lap.

I have to make you learn somehow and Emma has certainly become better behaved since she first got here.

We all walked out to the car. Really it is. You know you deserve it anyway. And I like how it feels afterwards. It does things to me. I got in to the car and Mum drove off. Mum smiled. Very strict actually, but Auntie Sarah told me how much more relaxed she was and, well, I rather want to be like that as well.