Spanking Aunts

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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. 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. My intuition tells me that you are not a bad child. However, everyone needs nudging in the right direction occasionally. What is going to follow could be thought of as just such a nudge.’

Do you think you behaviour is appropriate, mature, constructive – in general, is it how it should be?’ Meanwhile, I was realizing that this didn't feel half bad, and was struggling inwardly with the fact that this was a punishment. My mother finished diapering me, then said, "Now you go out to the living room, and tell everyone goodnight."Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ I love corporal punishment, discipline, spankings and role plays. I can be your mother figure, your Auntie, your neighbour, your boss, your teacher, your prison guard or anyone else in a position of authority over you. I can spank and discipline you for your wrongdoings in your past and re-enact childhood events in which you were bad and should have been punished at the time.I can role play any scenario you wish to explore, within reason of course. I consider it a privilege to be let in on your secret fantasies that possibly up until now, you have not been able to share with anyone. There has been the issue of my garage window, and more importantly, the petulant way you responded to the situation.’ I looked at the uniform, at all the buttons on it. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I just cried. My Aunt smiled and said, "Yes dear, that's a little baby who still needs to wear diapers all day. But since you are a big girl, you get to wear training panties during the day."

Up in the room I had been sharing with Peter, three frightened boys awaited their fate. Of course, my first question to my cousin was: “Are we going to get the cane?” It wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. “Oh yeah, she’ll cane us for sure.”“Will it hurt a lot?”“Just wait and see.” Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s.

Corporal punishment?" I was unfamiliar with the term. "It means that they can spank you at school. And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too. I also expect only straight A's from you. Do you follow?"

I believe you. I believe that at this moment that is exactly how you feel. I accept your apology. I will expect you to go home and apologise to them too, and to change your behaviour considerably. Can you be trusted to do that?’ I found I was able to meet her gaze more comfortably now. I felt bigger, older, less like a child and more like an adult. I agreed. She was smiling at me. This all changed when I was 13. Aunt Pam was a Christian fundamentalist, and in my teens I’d sometimes stay weekends or for a time in school holidays at her lovely house in Amersham, and she became a kind of tutor to me too. 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.I suppose, strictly speaking, Good Morning is correct , given you are a few moments early’ she said, raising her eyebrows slightly. I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern. Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite.