Spanking Aunts

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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.

You can't do that!" I was never spanked before. I didn't want to find out what it felt like at all. But, I was sure she was bluffing. On a coffee table in the classically Georgian front room, there was a jug of water and two glasses. She poured two glasses and handed me one. She sat down in an armchair. My aunt was coming out of the house to hang up some washing as our little band approached. “What’s all this?” she asked in that direct manner of hers. Mrs Danbury, of course, was all too willing to tell my aunt what she had witnessed. Her face was furious. “You complete idiots!” she shouted. Then: “Get upstairs and wait in Peter’s room, all three of you. I’ll be up to deal with you in a minute.” We scuttled as Aunt Lindy stood there talking with her neighbour for a while longer. You boys!” We had only been in the water a couple of minutes when we heard a loud, female voice. It was Mrs Danbury, a close neighbour to my uncle and aunt. “For pity’s sake, get out of there at once! Don’t you know there could be a croc about?” I was unsure of what to do. Something didn't feel at all right. I obeyed. I stripped down to my underpants. Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again.Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Get dressed – I’m taking you boys home.” Tom and Peter never questioned her authority to do so or thought of running off, as I would have done, and as I was in the minority, I felt I had to go along with it. Having restored pants, shorts and T-shirts to their proper positions, we followed like sheep as Mrs Danbury led us home. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!” At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. Yes – I thought this may be the case…’ There was something enigmatic about her comment, and I didn’t understand.

All i can do is hope that someday i visit one of them and get my ass burning red over their knees. Image / Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette.The first point of no return’ she said, almost mischievously. I glanced up at her, expecting to see a twinkle in her eye, but there was nothing. 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."

This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.” 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. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze.You better get it for me." I snapped. There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice. I knew I was compelled to ask. It was not a choice. I heard a disembodied whisper that I hardly recognised.