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

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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. I tried to explain that, feeling small, bewitched and contrite. She let me struggle to articulate my thoughts for a moment or two, but then interrupted. 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. Today my wife has taken over the responsabilities of spanking me and uses a solid wooden bathbrush to punish me with.

Can I please rub my bottom I asked. Of course you can my mother said and I desperately tried to rub the sting away.In the morning I showered and put on the padded lacy bra and panties, white petticoat and the pale ye1low dress. The dress was soft and the petticoat made the skirt full swish as I walked. Auntie Joan complemented me on how I looked. I was getting the idea that she was enjoying me being dressed and acting like a girl. I was enjoying it as I well - for the first time I was feeling so complete and full. of her mother. I was embarassed the spanking made my male organ hard. And humiliated knowing her mother I was going to be sleeping where Shannon always slept. This sounded reasonable at first, although I was mildly ruffled at having to sleep in a 3 year old girls bed. It would probably be something dumb, like pink or something. There was nothing outstanding about the interior. It seemed like a home. Aunt Christine gave me the grand tour of the house. Two bathrooms, one upstairs, one downstairs, bedrooms upstairs (both hers and mine), kitchen, dining room and living room. She told me to sit down in the living room, which I did. She sat down across from me and said

Gradually, build a comfort level with her so she is fine having you around the house or spending the night occasionally, and build your relationship though deep conversations about life. Once you got that comfort level, you can talk about (almost!) anything. Get over my knees young man my mother said. I obeyed her and placed myself over her knees and felt her ajust my position until my bare bottom was right where she wanted it. Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still loved him though, I could tell. 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. After that day, all I could think about was I would love to spanked by her like that! I know she is a relative and I am not looking for ** or any kind of relationship. That would be wrong and destroy our family. But she just has this amazing body, is in great physical shape, and I can't help but think I would give anything to be spanked by her, hopefully on a regular basis!I am a male in my late teens still living at home with my family. Although we got spanked as kids and throughout our early teen years, mainly by our mom, the spankings stopped in our mid-teens or before. Now any discipline is usually done through yelling’s at, grounding or taking away cell or other privileges, whenever necessary. But as a guy I often fanaticized about getting spanked by my mom again or other women. 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. 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.