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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Right, I’m going’ I shouted, and without waiting for a reply, left the house. I crossed the garden, stepped onto the pavement and pushed open the next door gate. I hesitated slightly, and glanced up at the house, which was strangely foreboding. In a moment of decision and commitment, I strode up the path and rang the bell. The thing is, we humans are complicated, we get aroused by tons of stuff, some things aren't even related to sex. Must be for Shannon," she mused. "Toddler diapers. They're pretty big. Probably even big enough to fit you!" She began to smile now.

No another word snookums!! Now let's see your pwettiest curtsy to show Auntie Dearest how much you love your pwetty dress-dress because Auntie's little toddler has a LOT to do today!” Oh this is too rich!! Come darling, the staff is eager to meet you!” I wanted to crawl into a hole, but Auntie Dear steered me forward. But she was savouring the moment, as promised. She walked round the table and took her position to my left. There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in.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. 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. We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand. Your parents and I agreed it might be time for you to benefit from just such treatment, and nothing I have seen today has changed my mind. Infact the power of your epiphany convinces me that such a course of action will be well received, and particularly effective. Consequently, before you leave me, and as I believed you were forewarned, I am going to give you a small taste of old school correction.’

I obeyed. It was difficult, but I put it on. She then put the tie on me, knowing that I couldn't do it myself yet. 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." 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.Kiss your dolly goodnight sweetheart.” The Landlady's voice was sugared in an even more condescending tone than usual. I gingerly kissed the porcelain face. “Now you and Priscilla get a good night's sleep honeybun,because my two dollies are going to have a BIG day tommorow!” Her amused grin filled me with dread. Another big day? As my mind raced with the awful possibilities, my pen-s taunted me by becoming as rigid as steel inside my gauzy bunny panties. 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." I remembered to drop a curtsy, and I meekly asked Auntie Dear if she could help me untie my apron. This seemed to please her enormously. 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 was then dragged by the hand into Mrs. Fairchild's room. A number of articles of clothing were laid out on her bed. She removed my slippers, nightgown and panties and handed me something. 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. Now precious, I'm sorry you had to be introduced to Auntie's hairbrush but you know how important it is to follow our house rules. Now don't you feel better that you've had a nice hot breakfast?” Her warm palm's pressure on my bottom increased slightly. This was the last straw. I jumped from my chair, my face red. “Look, I don't know what your game is, but I came here to rent a room, nothing more. I'm getting out of here!!” I turned to leave.Looking it the add now it’s easy to read between the lines, young mummy’s boy with no girlfriend wanted to live with older experienced woman; I can’t believe I was so naive. It might be hard, but I think you should talk to your mom. She needs to realize that this is a completely and utterly inappropriate way to punish a 14 year old. And if you actually open up to her about this, maybe she'll listen to you. And maybe you could talk to a counselor too if you're feeling this dirty and ashamed about yourself. And also, if you just can't bring yourself to actually talk to your mom about it, maybe you could write her a letter explaining your feelings, or you could show her this question. You better get it for me." I snapped. There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice.

And breathe …’ Her advice was timely, and I let out a long slow breath, willing my body to relax against the support of the table. Does my sweet little girl need help taking off her lovely apron, hmmmmmm?” She taunted me in a sing-song voice. I nodded affirmatively.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. I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it." "Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. 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. Room to let for clean tidy boy, non smoker, must be new student of the university, correct candidate will enjoy welcoming home of experienced landlady Look at Auntie's little Princess!! What fun we are going to have!!” Auntie squeezed my waist. The blood was ringing in my ears and my pen-s was buzzing and tingling like a nest of bees. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Without warning a huge orgasm shook me, and I could feet the c-m spurting into my fur lined satin pen-s sheath under my layers of satin, crinoline and lace.