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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Not another word out of you sweetlips!! su-k your lolly and not a peep!” The woman who was working on me, who was named Sandra, started giggling. She proceeded to give me a full body wax. I did not have very much hair on my body to begin with, what little there was was very thin and wispy, but when Sandra was finished there was not a single hair anywhere below my eyebrows. It was a long laborious process, and when she was finally finished, Sandra rubbed soothing aloe lotion on every inch of by now baby-soft skin. 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. 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. 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.

Let's see if Princess wants to go to the beauty parlor in her sweet dress, hmmmmmmmmm?” She lifted my dress and revealed the enormous bulge in my panties. “I thought so!” she cooed, patting the bulge. I instantly exploded in orgasm, and Auntie gathered me in her arms and held me close as my body shuddered, my petticoats and satin dress pressed tightly against Auntie's skirt. The Landlady again smiled triumphantly. Keeping my chin firmly in her grip, she moved the ball of her thumb up to press against my lips, slowly outlining my mouth. “Of course you have a little problem now princess,” she said, and suddenly her hand on my a-s squeezed tightly, causing me to yelp outloud. As my mouth opened Mrs. Fairchild inserted her thumb between my lips, and she stared down at my tilted face, her own lips forming a condescending pout. Involuntarily my own lips mimiced hers, and I found myself su-king her thumb. There's no time to get dressed now, just put on your slippers.” She pointed to the side of the bed, to a pair of fuzzy pink slippers. Oh darling, only a little girl who loves fancy party dresses would get such a stiff little clitty just from wearing a frilly outfit. My Princess loves dressing like a sissy, doesn't she?!!” She loomed over me as I struggled to seat myself on the toilet, holding my skirts and petticoats in my gloved hands. I was barely able to pee with my stiffy and the Landlady standing over me, staring and smiling at my predicament.

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Yes please Auntie Dear.” Smiling, she reached over and gave my cheek a hard pinch. Then twirling me around, she untied the apron and helped me remove it. She proceeded to help me disrobe completely, dispite my protests that I could do it myself. This is why it's inappropriate to spank a child in that manner, and especially a teenager who is going through puberty. I really feel bad for you, because I understand how horrible you must feel. In the morning, I awoke to find the diaper had become cold and clammy. Now I just wanted out of it. My mother put the crib side down and I jumped out.

Now that my hairless freshly waxed crotch was exposed, I was acutely aware that I had not used the bathroom since waking. “Ummmmmmm, Auntie Dearest, can I please use the toil, uh I mean the potty?” I looked up expectantly. I haven't had sex before but I know what it feels like to be turned on, and I was definitely turned on.

Does my precious little girl like Auntie's outfit?” she asked as I stared at her. “Maybe when Princess grows up she can wear big girl's clothes too!” Before I could respond her leather gloved hand had snapped around my elbow in a vice-like grip and she was pushing me at a rapid pace out of the room. In her high-heeled boots she towered over me more than usual as we marched down the hall. I practically had to run to keep up with her pace.

I had been spanked bare bottom over my mothers knees since I was 5 years old and it always made me cry before she stopped punishing me. There was a long pause. I could feel the beating of my own heart. Though I was confident that she wouldn't spank me, I was still a little uncertain. Aunt Christine's face seemed to be fraught with indecision. It seemed to make a decision. She started walking towards me. It wasn't a normal walk though. It seemed very deliberate. My mind told me to run from her. To get away, she wasn't bluffing at all! I tried to run, but my feat were frozen. I was paralyzed with fear. The fear of what she would do. When she reached me, she grabbed my ear, by the lobe. She started to pull me towards the door. Still, scared, I couldn't manage to move my feet. Suddenly, she gave me a sharp swat on my rear. That got me moving. As she marched me up the stairs, she started lecturing me. My eyes grew large as she unfolded the pink diaper. "Oh no, Mom! Don't make me do that. PLEASE don't make me wear a diaper!" I hadn’t thought about it before, but today was becoming revelatory I terms of how clearly I was now seeing … I can drive hungry," my Dad informed my Aunt. "But what about your kids, Junior? I bet they want to eat, don't you kids?" My siblings and I gave Dad the "Bambi Eyes". For once they worked. Sometimes they worked, even on Dad. Mom was easier.

Yes maam.” Again she smiled and patted my cheek, letting the ball of her thumb brush against my lips. Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was older and could get along without Mom. Oh look Princess, its your favorite brush-brush. Would you like to give it a kiss pumpkin'?” She held the brush to my lips. Mortified, I mumbled “yes thank you Auntie Dear” and kissed the hairbrush. Sandra and Lourdes started howling with laughter, begging the Landlady to make me do it again, which she happily consented to. Sure… lot’s of fun! Nothing like waking up bound and gagged. I thought you said earlier you wanted to repay me?” First we were just there through dinner. Then it came time for supper. "You CAN'T leave now, and drive all that way hungry, Junior," they said to Dad.

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. My mother stripped me down to my underwear to sleep in. Grumbling about it, I began to climb into the crib. Just as I got in, my mother said, "Hold on just a minute." My bottom was throbbing, and before I knew it Mrs. Fairchild had shoved the full spoon into my mouth. As I struggled to swallow she was already bringing another spoon to my lips.

Poor Princess gets so excited when she's wearing a frilly dress that she needs a little extra protection,” she explained to Mr. Henri's assistant who watched with a bemused expression on her face. The Landlady condescendingly pinched and patted my cheek. I could only stand there in my nakedness, totally helpless in the face of Auntie Dear's complete hold over me. Never mind. Get those things into your room. We have a lot to do. No dilly-dallying!” I hustled the first box up the stairs. Mrs. Fairchild kept tapping her foot and admonishing me to hurry. I was panting when I finally brought the last box up to the room. I sat on the edge of the bed to catch my breath.