Spanked by my Aunty and Uncle 3: Jenny and Lizzy are spanked and caned by Miss Thompson

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Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. The rest of the trip to my new home was spent in silence. We pulled into the driveway of a nice 2-story white house. It seemed pretty standard to me. I followed her in.

I did not provide these details earlier for sake of brevity, and to avoid any details that may help identify my family. This new information will help readers gain a better understanding of the relationship I have with my aunt, and my desire to be spanked by her. So with a deep breath, I’ll try my best to explain. Here is my story that talks my relationship with my aunt from my childhood. Interesting to hear all these other details about your childhood and how your aunt was almost like a nanny to you, and now you get to see her, both of you older, as a young hot woman! Believe me, the sexual fantasy of being spanked by my hot female friend evaporated real fast when I got the actual spanking. It really stings and the tears were real. After that, I never had any more desire to be spanked again by anyone. The swats of the hairbrush were indescribable. I never felt anything like it in my life. It hurt very much. I knew I couldn't do anything about it either. I felt helpless. After about a minute or two, I started to cry. I promised to do anything, just as long as the spanking would stop. The spanking stopped.I had some problems in my early school years in getting myself ready on time in the morning. Sometimes I even missed my school bus, meaning she or my mom had to walk me to school, over twenty minutes in each direction. After repeated occurrences, they had a talk and warned me next time it happens, I will “get the belt”. Being around 7 or 8, I did not realize exactly what that meant since I had never even being spanked with a belt yet. Remember, parents, or aunts, who believe in traditional forms of family discipline DO NOT like to be told it doesn’t work or that you are too old for that or they wouldn’t dare. She would dare and you are not too big or too old. And as you aunt she likely has the authority, or at least your parents blessing, to spank you as she sees fit. We decided that she would indulge me but knew of these weaknesses of mine so we bought a ** so I could scream into it and she would not hear it so loud or so clear and she would tie me to the bed. By this time she was OK seeing the physical damage, the welts and bruising because she knew that it healed and I had asked for it. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.

Then I stayed with them over the summer. The "F" bomb I dropped got me my first one from her. Standing at the foot of the bed, hands on the bed, pants and undies around my knees. She wore me out and the whole time I couldn't believe it was happening. I sobbed. It was routine to her and she didn't think second thing about it. It got to the point that when I got into trouble (and I got into trouble a lot because I was a hot-heated kid with a smart mouth), the "go-to" punishment was spanking. Oddly, I got used to it that whenever she would tell me what was getting ready to happen, I'd take down my pants and underwear and lean over the bed without being told to or having her do it. I have to say she sounds like quite the disciplinarian when you describe the spankings you and your sisters got from her! But your childhood history with her, and how close she is to you, your mom, and family, I suspect it will even more difficult to take things in another direction. To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed. But the moment I knew I was going to be paddled or strapped or switched for that matter I'd start to tremble with excitment. lol the old 'wait till your father gets home' thing never worked on me!! I'd literally be wetting my pants waiting. lol I get so angry when I think about this. I am not trying to say I was a perfect boy, but really what was she thinking be spanking me in the living room. Why couldn't she just have takin me to my bedroom, other than she wanted to humiliate me.I thought that nothing could hurt more than the hairbrush, I was wrong. Before she was done, I was already bawling like a baby. I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried. Then, she stopped. 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"? I want you to stand in the corner and compose yourself." I complied. It took me half an hour to stop crying and even speak. "Danny, I have here a paddle. I am going to give you 10 swats with this. Then the spanking will be over. If you miss one, or miscount, we will start again. Do you understand?" Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone The desire for **, intimacy, to be with someone who is close to you, or someone who loves and understands you. Your aunt fits that description, according to the information you provided. She appears to be relatively young, attractive, cares deeply about you (as a family member), and she spanks!