Spanking my Wife's Aunt: Linda’s aunt needs a spanking for a serious mistake she had made in the past (Spanking the Family)

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Mrs. Fairchild began to tsk-tsk. I could feel my pen-s, still tightly caught in the vise of her thighs, shriveling. “Now look what my naughty girl has done. We'll have to do something about this, won't we Princess?” I could only shudder, imagining what lay ahead. You're 30 minutes late.” Her tone was icy, and she was impatiently tapping the toe of one of her pumps as she held the door open. I started to stammer a response when she cut me off. Yes maam.” Again she smiled and patted my cheek, letting the ball of her thumb brush against my lips.

My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain, as this meant she would get to stay up longer. I suppose, strictly speaking, Good Morning is correct , given you are a few moments early’ she said, raising her eyebrows slightly.The point is, all this wondering, built up an incredible amount of anticipation, so much so that by the time I got home I was tingling with a mixture of fear, anticipation and what I now know to be sexual excitement. These thoughts and imaginings had aroused me sexually and my nether-regions were on fire, if you know what I mean. So by the time my mum told me to bend over for what was to be the slippering of my life and her shoe came to rest on my bottom, I nearly had an orgasm. At the time I didn’t recognise the feeling for what it (nearly) was, but I now know that’s what happened. Like you I was walloped pretty hard but although my bottom was stinging like it had never been before and I was tearful, I was quivering all over with excitement and my pants were wet. The excitement lasted for a few hours, then I calmed down, and things pretty much returned to normal.

They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"? Ummmmmm, ah, Auntie Dear, Auntie Dearest, please I don't think . . . “ The Landlady pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me. Ah, you must be Danny. I've heard a lot about you. Come with me to the car." I didn't know what else to do, so I went with her. Something in her tone compelled me to obey. When we were in the car, I ventured some questions. The spanking continued on my bare bottom. I couldn't believe how much more it hurt on the bare bottom then covered. My rear was already warm from the covered spanking so I was already squirming with the first swat. Aunt Christine never said anything. It seemed that all of her mind was set on spanking. After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, I was starting to sob. I started asking her, politely, to stop. My requests fell on deaf ears. Eventually she stopped. I knew I was compelled to ask. It was not a choice. I heard a disembodied whisper that I hardly recognised.

It took me a long time to fall asleep. Spending my first night in this strange new bedroom in nothing but a frilly nightgown had me on pins and needles, the fabric causing a constant state of arousal that I could do nothing to relieve. What was I doing? I made up my mind that I had better get out of this situation--I had not been able to even think about working on my paper, let alone plug in my computer, and I didn't see that changing anytime soon. Mrs. Fairchild obviously had an agenda that I didn't understand at all. Finally I drifted into a fitful sleep. You will be in bed by 10:00 every night, regardless if it is a week-night or not. Your homework should be done by then." That's all right, Honey," my aunt said when I got to her. "Little babies need to be diapered at night. Nothing at all wrong with that." She patted my diapered bottom. "Just like your little cousin Shannon over there." What you’re going through is pretty normal amongst people your age - not dirty or shameful, it’s called puberty and it can come in all kinds of strange forms and at the weirdest of times. Try not to read into it too much or let it shape your thinking around sex. You won’t really know what you like till you’re older. In the mean time, if you enjoy having your bottom strapped then just enjoy it when it happens. But don’t bother to tell your mum you were turned on by your punishment or she’ll probably be the one whose ‘weirded out’ lol For a minute I didn't think she was going to leave, but finally she did. I disrobed and entered the tub. Almost immediately Mrs. Fairchild re-entered the bathroom.

I thought for a moment, but in reality I was already under her spell, and being enticed into her world and her way of thinking. I knew ‘petulant’ was an accurate way of describing my behaviour towards them, much of the time. I knew I would frequently choose to be childish and selfish. I knew that I shirked jobs around the house, and didn’t help out as much as I should. The half-beliefs and excuses I had used, convinced myself of, and hidden behind so much recently, were lying in tatters on the floor, and I could see their pathetic futility and smell their stink of faux self-righteousness. I was properly embarrassed by my own immaturity. Don't confuse an adrenalin rush with a turn on. They can act like the same but are totally two different things. We can get an adrenalin rush for any number of things that make our blood boil and being punished is in the top of those. So you most likely had that and read your symptoms wrong and just imagined you were aroused. Be careful of that or when you do get a guy and they are mean to you, you will have a hard time getting out of their hateful clutches and can get into some really 'beat up' situations from it.Hello, I am Sarah Gregory, a well known spanking model as well as professional disciplinarian. I started out as a submissive and after many years of being a bottom, I slowly discovered the part of me that enjoyed the topping side of spanking. I now consider myself to be a 50/50 switch. I feel that because I started as a bottom, I know how to be an effective top.I know what each implement feels like, I know how it feels to be draped over a stern lap,bent over a chair, and I know what makes a good spanking for me.So, because I know what I crave and need as a bottom, I feel better equipped to give to others what they crave when it comes to receiving a spanking. I want you to pay attention. I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week." She said. Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" I looked over at to see she was indeed wearing one of the diapers. It was slightly large on her, slightly small on me. Still, it fit.

Why darling, because Auntie and Princess have an appointment at the beauty parlor of course!” I felt like I was going to faint. “Auntie wants Princess to be the prettiest girl she can be, and I know that deep down that's what Princess wants too!” I tried to shake my head no but I was acutely aware that my pen-s was straining inside its fur and satin prison. Every taunting word from Auntie's smiling lips was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. As if reading my mind, Auntie reached for my skirts and petticoats. If you believe that marks and bruises are a necessary component of your spanking experience, I have no problem doing that. However, if you just want a spanking that will leave you a nice shade of red without deep marks, I can do that as well.The Landlady seemed giddy with delight as she put me through these machinations. Her hands were constantly on me, smoothing my bodice, straightening my skirts, adjusting my hat, pinching my satin bottom. Worst of all I was again fully erect inside my satin sheath, which Auntie Dear noted with approval, reaching under my petticoats to pat my bulging panties. I told her how I felt and blushed deep red as I asked her to start spanking me again. We talked about my reason for wanting to be spanked and I told her that I needed it and deserved it because of my bad behavior. She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. There has been the issue of my garage window, and more importantly, the petulant way you responded to the situation.’