Spanked by Her Aunt

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S couldn’t stand it anymore, her bottom was on fire and she couldn’t believe that it could get even worse. She could easily use it for over the knee spankings and could choose in severity from hairbrush to bath brush. By the time I turned 13 even the belt at 15 strokes, which don’t get me wrong still stung like the dickens, wouldn’t scare me or make me break down.

It makes me wonder how different (for better or for worse) my life would be if I had started a family at some point.That sort of direct approach would only really work if the juices were already flowing and the mood is right. We would come off her lap sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down our cheeks, and our bottom glowing a deep shade of crimson. Being around 7 or 8, I did not realize exactly what that meant since I had never even being spanked with a belt yet. She let me go after five swats, but as per the rules the loser has to go over the knee of the spanker next morning for a hand spanking (over the clothes).

When we stopped begging her to stop and began to cry in earnest, she began to rapidly spank, bouncing the brush off our already very red very sore bottom.Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I have actually ever said that I didn’t want them, it’s just never been on the cards. With things of a sexual nature, it often helps to give women a scapegoat that as to what they are doing is not in fact sexual. Vivid memories of me wondering into my older sisters room, where one or both were being spanked by her. He went back to bed but I don't know how much sleep he got as the volume in the room was quite tremendous as first my aunt gave us a major scolding and then sat on a hardback chair and told us to line up, youngest first, and get over her knee.

Our Aunt was a hairbrush spanker only, she believed every spanking should be a very loud memorable affair. Only thing missing was making it clear "My aunt was not one to allow anything to come between a paddle and its target" in the story though there were references to "applied the paddle very firmly to her cute bottom" and "abandoned all dignity and jumped around howling" which implied the full spanky dance with nothing left to imagination. Recently one of my aunts move into our town from another area, after breaking up from a long relationship. My wife and I read your story and found I had similar feeling growing up I had been getting spanked at home and a few times over the years at school by teachers, after school by babysitters, and while visiting friends houses and/or spending the night acting up getting spanked by their Mother especially if I had witnessed their parents spanking them without hesitation.Then came the spanking and I learned that an American-style paddle hurts just as much if not more than an English style slipper my mother used. Too bad she isn’t living far away or in another city, then at least you could go and spend a week with her or something. On the one hand she was glad that it wasn’t the cane or bath brush… on the other hand… she knew how much that strap was going to burn and sting.

From what you said in your Confession your Auntie is a true believer that a properly administered spanking is one of the best methods to maintain effective discipline that you witnessed her son receiving.As soon as she was back in position, her bare bottom now sticking out as well, Gerda gave her 10 hard smacks with the brush, five on each cheek. I still vividly remember our aunt making a show out of placing a chair where she was going to spank my brother and me. My uncle looked rather uneasily at the scene and said, "Well, if there's no more I can do, I'll go back to bed! For someone who works in the childcare field, people are often surprised that I don’t have my own kids.