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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Mrs. Fairchild encircled my waist in her two strong arms and brought me in close so my head rested against her massive bosom, her face looming over mine in the mirror. “Don't you look precious darling! Like a living doll! Tell Auntie how much you love your new dress.” She squeezed me from behind in her bear hug, causing my raw bottom to painfully press against the front of her skirt like a warning. Now my wife is the woman that spanks me when I feel Ineed to be punished or behave like a naughty little boy. Suddenly the Landlady dissapeared for a moment. When she reappeared she was pulling on a pair of oxblood kid leather gloves and an expensive looking pair of matching designer sunglasses with large plastic frames. In her other hand was a red patent leather purse and some keys. 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.

Think nothing of it, and get those pants down too. Then bend forward over the table and hold the edges as far forward as you can reach. Your reaction is more common than you may realise, and changes nothing at all.’ Nothing to be ashamed of. Some people get aroused when they are spanked, this is normal, if unfortunate when you are young and in danger of getting spanked.. lol When you are older, all you need to do is find a partner who understand. Many couples like spanking and find this makes their marriage and sex life stronger. 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!" But she was savouring the moment, as promised. She walked round the table and took her position to my left.

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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. Hello, I am Sarah Gregory, a well known spanking model as well as professional disciplinarian. I started out as a submissive and after many years of being a bottom, I slowly discovered the part of me that enjoyed the topping side of spanking. I now consider myself to be a 50/50 switch. I feel that because I started as a bottom, I know how to be an effective top.I know what each implement feels like, I know how it feels to be draped over a stern lap,bent over a chair, and I know what makes a good spanking for me.So, because I know what I crave and need as a bottom, I feel better equipped to give to others what they crave when it comes to receiving a spanking. I agree and felt my mother taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom. She pulled a chair out, grabbed her wooden hairbrush and sat down. 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.

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 felt like I missed being spanked by my mother and after getting my courage up I went and seeked her out in the kitchen.

I looked at the uniform, at all the buttons on it. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I just cried. Yes maam.” Again she smiled and patted my cheek, letting the ball of her thumb brush against my lips. Oh Princess loves being bathed by Auntie, doesn't she! You are a lazy little girl, aren't you poppet!” I blushed and squirmed as she continued to clean my privates. Finally I was out of the tub and seated at the vanity in a fluffy pink towel while Mrs. Fairchild vigorously dried my hair. She opened a drawer of the vanity and removed a bright pink roller and a bottle of setting lotion. Using her dreaded hairbrush, which she first waved at me playfully, she expertly brushed out a section of hair at my forehead, liberally applied the setting lotion and rolled it tightly onto the roller. I sat frozen, staring in horror at my reflection in the mirror. 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." 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.

So, to business. Your parents are not happy with the way things are. Specifically, they do not think you are behaving in the mature fashion we would expect of a young adult your age.’ You're 30 minutes late.” Her tone was icy, and she was impatiently tapping the toe of one of her pumps as she held the door open. I started to stammer a response when she cut me off.