Gonna get Little Tommy!!!!

Got more than the expected birthday spanking this morning. I went to visit my Aunty Shan today, fully expecting a mild birthday spanking OTK with her hand. Did I get that, NO!!!!!!!!!!! (sob, sob )
What I got was a full blown, no holds barred pants down ass whipping. I am struggling to come to terms with the fact that my mate Tommy dobbed me in and his spiteful mother made a complaint to Aunty telling her that I smacked her precious little brat and dumped him in a big mud puddle. Actually I was in fact really kind to him, he deserved to have his arms ripped off the then beaten with the wet end. Instead I popped him on the nose and he sat back on his posterior smack in the middle of a big mud puddle.

I dare say giggling about how stupid the little rat looked all wet and muddy as he tried to wipe the mud and snot from his face was not a good idea, nor was refusing to tell Aunty Shan exactly why I popped Tommy on the nose. That caused the spanking to graduate from a hand and slipper job to an ass blistering with her Ebony hair brush.
I quickly apologised for being a naughty boy and for lying to Aunty but would not apologise for popping the little brat on the nose. Again in hindsight refusal to do as instructed, while in a very vulnerable position across an irate Aunty's knee was not wise and tears were flowing freely long before Aunty stopped spanking me.
It was only after a promise of another spanking tonight and one tomorrow morning after being informed that I would be staying for a few days and I could expect a spanking each night before bed time that I told her the whole story. I think Tommy is sleeping on his stomach tonight, I know I am! 

After school Punishment

After School Punishment

This true account of an after school punishment took place in 1971. The setting is a small mining town in the area of South Africa now known as the Limpopo Provence. There was not much to make the town stand out except for the fact it had a very large mine and its proximity to the Kruger National Park. There were three primary schools. Two of them Afrikaans speaking, the other an English speaking school. There was and still is today a dual medium high school although the ratio of language split was around 75% Afrikaans and the rest of us English speaking.

One of my many teachers was a Mrs. Amber Roux. She was a fiery auburn headed lady, around 5’ 4” in height and she was a Afrikaans language teacher and also the local country club golf captain.

The day I met her was quite an eventful day. I had been transferred from my previous school, because in my parent’s opinion, the school I attended was too liberal and a breeding ground for communists.

Needless to say I was not best pleased when after all the enrolment I walked into the class she taught and stood by her desk, politely waiting for her to acknowledge me and finish talking before I introduced myself. She looked at me as I told her my name and then waited for her reply. Mrs Roux then startled me by saying “Ahh you are Barbara’s son.”

“Shit” I said inwardly as I heard those words, “how the bloody hell does she know mother”. She looked at me and smiled, “Relax kid, my husband works with your mother.”

“Great, someone else to run and tell tales to my parents, now I’ll never get any peace at home, everything I do will reach their ears and I will be in permanent shit at home.” This dialogue was muttered under my breath and silently.

I was directed to find a desk and sit down, the lesson proceeding quickly Mrs Roux an excellent teacher, her lesson lively and interesting. All too soon the bell rang and the class was dismissed for the first break of the day. As I packed my satchel I heard my name called, looking up I heard Mrs Roux asking me to remain for awhile after the class had been dismissed. I sat down with my satchel on the desk when Mrs Roux got up and walked towards me. She pulled out a chair and sat down facing me.

“Mario, I don’t know what your situation is like at home but I want you to know that I do not have to or have in the past told my students parent anything other than queries regarding their work.” I looked at her blankly, not quite getting the gist of what she was saying.

“I read your lips and I know you think that I will tell your mother what goes on in this class. I have heard that you kicked up a storm when you discovered that you were coming to this school. I am giving you fair warning that if you kick up a storm in my class I will light a bushfire on your backside with my paddle and cane. I really hope that I don’t have to, but from what I have heard about you I more than likely will. Are we clear on this?”

“Yes Ma’am, I hope you don’t have to either”. 

After that initial meeting I developed quite a good relationship with Mrs Roux and it was to be several weeks later that I felt the bite of her cane. However this story is not about that event. It was the week before the July school holiday and there was a compulsory school rugby game. The senior section had to attend all home 1^st team rugby matches and around half time I decided to sneak away from the game. Sods law decreed that the teacher to spot me was, yes you guessed correctly, Mrs Roux.

I had to ride past her house to get to mine and it wasn’t until I saw her in the garden that I realised she had seen me.

“Mario, why aren’t you still at school, and what are you doing dressed like that” this she said pointing at my uniform, blazer creased, my tie undone and shirt hanging out of my trousers.

“You, young man, are in big trouble, come and see me in the morning before school and we will deal with this then.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever” I said.

“I beg your pardon; did you just say “Whatever” to me? Get off your bicycle and come inside right now. I warned you about cheek and now seeing as you insist on behaving like a spoilt brat I will teach you a lesson you will not forget. You are going to get spanked like a little boy over Aunty Amber’s lap and I am going to use my big wooden hairbrush to light that bushfire I told you about.”

She turned and walked inside saying; “Now Mario!  I do not have all day, be quick now, I am waiting.”

I got off my bike and followed her into the house where she directed me to her bedroom telling me to remove my clothing and to wait for her to return as she was going to send her children to their grandma while she dealt with me.

“Into the corner there, you may keep your underwear on for now” she said as with a firm SMACK on my butt she propelled me into the corner. “Do Not Move” were the final admonition as she left the room. I heard her speak on the phone and say,  “I need you to watch the kids for an hour or so mom, I have a naughty pupil here in dire need of an attitude adjustment and I need to sort it out now. Yes ok and thanks mom... yes I’ll talk to you soon bye” She hung up and told her children to go over the road to their “Ouma” (Afrikaans for grandma).

A short while later she walked into the bedroom, hairbrush dangling from her right hand. I heard the sound of a chair scraping on the tiled floor and then, “Mario come here, child.”

I turned and saw Mrs Roux sat on the chair, a seemingly enormous hairbrush resting on her lap, a lap I was about to go over. I walked to where she directed me, my heart pounding, really scared now as the memory of my previous encounter with her capable right hand burned forever in my mind. All I could think about was how much it hurt and from the looks of that brush this was going to be worse.

“Asseblief Tannie, ek wil nie pak kry nie” I said in Afrikaans, (“Please aunty, I don’t want a spanking”)

“Mario, you are going to get a spanking.”

“But aunty, it is going to hurt, please don’t, I promise I will be good, please Aunty I’m begging you, don’t spank me.” Emotionally worn out, tears began to form and I started to sniffle.

“You really are scared, aren’t you, why Mario, why are you so afraid, is your behaviour at school all an act. You are the big boy at school yet here you are afraid of getting a real hiding.” She reached out and drew me closer and putting her hand under my chin lifted my face so that I had to look at her face.

“What happens at home if your parents punish you” she asked “tell me what happens. Does your mother spank you or does your dad?”

“My dad beats me with a belt”, I said. “Normally my mother will have to stop him.”

“Does he hit you on your bottom”

“Not always Ma’am... I mean aunty Amber, sometimes if he is really angry with me. He hits me on my back, my legs, wherever he can.”

“Will you get a beating when you get home tonight”

“No aunty, my mother and father are away in Portugal.”

“So if they are away, who is looking after you then”?

“My brother Graeme is in charge aunty.”

“I don’t know him, where does he go to school?”

“He doesn’t, he works on the mine, he is an apprentice at the pit”

“Ahh okay I see”

“Are you going to beat me aunty...”

“No my child, I will not beat you, I am however going to spank you on your bottom,  then when I am finished I will love you and cuddle you.”

Are you still angry with me then aunty...”

“No sweetheart, I am not angry at all, however you do need to be taught a lesson. There are three reasons I am going to spank you for; firstly you need to realise you cannot go around talking to your teachers as though they are dirt, secondly you cannot go around flaunting the school rules like you did today. Thirdly you know the rules regarding wearing your uniform in public. After I spank you it will be all over, your parents will never hear about this from me and I promise you that I will never spank you when I am angry with you. Do you understand me Mario?”

“Yes ma’am I think so”  I said, How are you... I mean do you want me to bend over like at school?”

“No Mario, I am not going to cane you, I am going to take you over my lap and pull down your underwear, then I am going to spank your bare bottom until I know you are sorry for what you did wrong.”

“How many spanks will you give me? I mean I know I was wrong to be cheeky to you and for cutting school and everything...”

“Mario I will spank you till you tell me you are really sorry, then I’ll stop”. With that she gently drew my unresisting form over her lap, sliding my underwear down in the process.

I lay there, my feet in the air totally carried by this stern yet loving woman, about to receive my first ever OTK spanking. I felt her hand caressing my bare butt soothing me and calming my fears. Then she spoke again.

“Tell me Mario, why are you here over my lap about to get a spanking?”

“Because I was a naughty boy aunty Amber”

“Yes but I want you to tell me what you did wrong Mario, We both know that you are naughty.”

I was cheeky and I bunked off school...

“And...”

I was disrespectful towards my school uniform aunty Amber. I really am sorry, I promise”

“I know sweetheart, let’s make sure shall we”.

With that she raised her hand and brought it down with a snap of her wrist right on my sit spot. Ten seconds later smack a second and then a third all striking the same place. The initial opening salvo was  not overly hard, yet the snapping of her wrist meant that they stung and burned more than hurt. The tempo of spanking stayed at around a spank every ten seconds. After around 20 spanks I began to feel really uncomfortable and the stinging sensation intensified until I started to try and protect my burning tail. I squirmed and wriggled but aunty Amber merely drew me closer with her left hand while her right hand continued to deliver the stinging and burning spanks.

Two minutes into the spanking I started to cry for real, I still tried to escape and block her hand by reaching back with my right hand, at first aunty Amber merely ignored my hand but as I persisted she smacked it and said “Move your hand Mario”. Eventually she grabbed it and forced it up out of the way trapping me further still

I started to plead for leniency and I began to make all sorts of promises, if only the spanking would end. She merely stepped up the tempo and intensity of the spanking, branching out to ensure every bit of my bottom was an even shade of red. By now the river of tears was flowing strongly, as were the pleas for clemency. Unmoved this stern loving woman carried on, her hand must have been used to spanking because there had been no let up for around five minutes now. Finally, totally subdued I stopped fighting her and my body relaxed, I found myself pushing my butt upwards, as though to embrace and meet the spanks still raining unrelentingly. It was the sign she was waiting for, she stopped spanking allowing me to cry, saying “nearly over Mario, we are nearly there”.

I lay sobbing for the next 3 or 4 minutes as she allowed me to calm down, gently rubbing my achingly sore butt all the time. Then pushing my arms I raised myself up and turned my head towards her face and asked, “Is it over aunty?”

Her answer was to reach down and grip her hairbrush saying at the same time, twelve more with this, then we are done, head down now sweetheart.” Without a pause, giving me no time to plead or escape aunty Amber dealt out the final hardest spanks I had up till then ever felt. I howled anew at each one, less than a minute later it was all over bar the crying which continued for the next 5 minutes. Finally I stirred my eyes bloodshot, totally exhausted. Aunty Amber had true to her word stopped spanking when I showed her I had learned my lesson.

When I showed signs of recovery aunty Amber stood me up, gently covering my butt to spare me any embarrassment. She led me to her bathroom where she gently washed my face and dried my tears. I still apologised for my behaviour until Aunty Amber turned me towards her and looking into my eyes said, “I forgive you child” opening her arms at the same time hugging me to her bosom at the same time.

A half hour later we walked to the kitchen where sitting on a very soft pillow Aunty Amber earned herself my undying love and admiration by treating me to a large slice of melktert (a South African delicacy).

Mario         

           

        

    

       

Aunty Amy

I have been trolling though my archives and after reading one of my earlier stories realised that I may not have shared this particular story. Aunty Amy is my friend Errol's big sister. Errol was a laatlammetjie, I will try translate. An Afrikaans word that loosely translates as ‘late lamb’.  It is a word that is often used to describe those unexpected and unplanned bundles of joy, which are gifted to couples that are often past their child rearing prime.
 Errol was my age, his nephew and niece were in the same school a year behind us. Aunty Amy was nearly 20 years older than Errol. She also worked in the school office and as such knew all about punishing a naughty little boys. Enjoy!

Aunty Amy spanks

I recently shared about the time my friend Errol and I got spanked by his older sister Amy. Well Amy is my mom’s friend and I know her as Aunty Amy. She is around twenty years older than Errol and works as a secretary at the local high school. Her own children are a few years younger than me. Her son, Graham and daughter Louise are a year below Errol and me. My name is Mario and I live with my guardian Marta Van Rensburg and her two sons David and Grant.

I came to live with mom the previous year shortly before I turned fifteen. Due to ill health, my own parents decided to move to the coast leaving me to finish the year staying with Mrs. V as I called her then. The following year Mrs. V became my legal guardian and to all intents and purposes my mother.

We like most families in South Africa in the seventies had a rule that if you were spanked whilst at school, you got spanked double at home the same evening before bed. Mom laid it on with a passion and we as a result tried to avoid getting “jacks” or “cuts” as they were known. Every punishment meted out by the teachers at school was entered in the register and a letter was written to each parent explaining why the pupil was punished as well as the severity of the punishment. There was no escape. Each parent was asked to sign the letter and return it to the school the following day and if no letter was returned, the school contacted the parent by phone and enquired as to why the letter had not been returned. This job fell to Aunty Amy who also doubled as the school nurse. She knew everything and nothing got past her.

It was the first week of the second term and the Std. 9E class had a new English teacher. Miss Wendy Miller, otherwise known as, Speedy Gonzales. Man this woman could walk fast. She joined us straight from College. Her passion was English literature. We found out she also carried a large paddle with her, evidently a gift from a former teacher.

Being typical adolescents, we boys all tried to vie for her attention. Stupid really as being her pupils we stood no chance. However, we discovered she tolerated no nonsense and did not suffer fools gladly. My first experience came because of Errol fooling around. I should never have hit Errol back. As luck would have it, as I punched Errol on the arm, purely in retaliation for what he did, Miss Miller looked up from her marking and caught me red handed.

“Mario, this is a classroom, not the rugby field. Anymore disturbance from you and you will be the first to feel my paddle on your backside. Is that understood young man”?

“Yes ma’am perfectly understood Ma’am” I answered relieved to have gotten off with a warning and not a trip to the stock room, which doubled as punishment room.

For the rest of the period I was on my best behaviour, however Errol and another friend were plotting a prank which they planned to pull the last period in homeroom. Our homeroom teacher just happened to be, yes, you guessed correctly, non other than Miss Wendy Miller.

The last period arrived and as we filed into the classroom, Miss Miller looked up at me and her look spoke volumes, she was pissed for some reason. Someone had really annoyed her in the periods between when we were last in her classroom.

As we sat down Vincent passed me a matchbox and as I opened it I freaked, big time. The largest “daddy long legs” spider I have ever seen crawled out of the box and over my hand. To say that I am petrified of spiders is an understatement. In total fear I ran for the door of the classroom, only there were about twenty desks in my way, so I mowed them all down in my efforts to escape the horrible thing crawling all over me.

Pandemonium ensued and once relative calm had been restored I was frogmarched into the stock room by the now totally pissed teacher who laid into my butt with a will and a vengeance. WHACK “You were warned WHACK not to play the fool” WHACK. All three whacks aimed at the same spot and by now I was howling. WHACK “You will” WHACK “learn not to fool around in my class again.” And drawing back her arm way above her head she delivered the hardest one of all WHACK, Speedy had saved the best for last. The guys told me afterwards that my shriek rose an octave as the final spank flattened and destroyed my backside. Hanging up her paddle Speedy calmly told me to sit down and walked back into the classroom where she wrote a note in her punishment register. Noting the crime, as well as the punishment given. Once she had done that, she addressed the class.

“Now lets have the other culprit. I know that someone gave Mario the matchbox. We do not leave this class until that person owns up. I don’t care how long we wait here but we don’t leave until that person owns up.” We  sat there for nearly an hour until Vincent stood up. “Miss it was me, I gave Mario the match box.” She looked at him and said, “you know where to go, I will be with you shortly. Mario please remain here.” Facing the class she dismissed them. Once the class had gone home Speedy locked her class door and walked into the stock room.

In the stock room Vincent stood nervously waiting for Speedy to make her appearance and as she entered the room she told Vincent to bend over and touch his toes. She lifted his blazer from his butt and took her stance.

WHACK the first stroke sounded very loud in the stillness of the afternoon. The effect on Vincent was startling, He was shocked at the pain that the paddle caused, Speedy scolded him all the time and about 25 seconds later   WHACK again like she had when spanking me Speedy landed the second whack directly on top of the first. The effect on Vincent was even more spectacular than the first. His back bowed and he shot upright clutching his rear as white hot shards of pain seared him WHACK “You are going to regret playing the fool in my class”. WHACK  Again directly on top of the previous spanks and again a wait of about 30 seconds before WHACK. This last one struck home right on Vincents’  sit spot, he howled in pain and again stood upright clutching his butt. “Bend over boy, I’ve got a good mind to repeat that last one. You are wasting my time. Come on bend over before I give you extra, God knows you do deserve it.” Still clutching his butt, Vincent remained upright. “That’s it you are getting an extra two strokes for not listening to me now shall we make it four extra”

Bending over quickly Vincent said “No ma’am please no more.”

WHACK WHACK these two were very hard and Vincent began to cry, however anxious to avoid any extra spanks he gripped the back of his ankles hard and remained bent over. WHACK WHACK, the final two strokes were the hardest of all and Vincent howled and howled. His eyes streaming snot running down his face Vincent was a sight. Clutching his backside he danced and danced, his glowing backside bright enough to be a beacon. When Vincent calmed down enough to think and speak coherently Speedy wrote up the punishment book and told us to take it to the office so that proper record could be kept of the offence and the punishment delivered.      

Vincent and I left Speedy in her classroom and walked to the school office, we both walked very carefully as the simple act of walking caused our trousers to chaff quite badly. Teachers walking past us smiled knowingly as they saw us waddling along each step carefully placed trying to minimise the chaffing.

We arrived at the office and presented the book to the receptionist who told us to wait. “You may sit over there” she said indicating some chairs placed along the wall. I replied “thank you ma’am but if it is alright with you I would prefer to stand” “Oh bottom a bit tender then…” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll fetch Amy then.”

A couple of minutes later Vincent’s name was called and he went to the office indicated, a short while later he came out with a letter in hand. As he walked past me he informed me, my presence was required in the office. I went to the office he indicated and knocked on the door. “Come in Mario” said Aunty Amy, “I’ll be with you shortly”. I opened the door and entered the office. Aunty Amy sat behind her desk and looking up at me smiled warmly and said “I suppose you still want to stand” “Yes ma’am if it is alright with you”.

“Now what ever have you been up too Mario. I see Miss Miller spanked both you and Vincent, would you like to tell me what happened?”

Well Aunty Amy, I mean ma’am”

 “It’s okay Mario, we are not in company, Aunty Amy is fine with me.”

 “Thank you Aunty Amy, it is a long story, it all started when I punched Errol on the arm, Miss Miller saw me and told me off.”

 “I might have known my brother had something to do with it, go on…”

  “Well Vincent and Errol planned to cause hassles, they caught a spider and after putting it in a match box gave it to me, when it crawled out all over me I freaked, result six of the best from Miss Miller, now mom is going to kill me”. “Do you really have to give her a letter telling her I got spanked at school Aunty Amy?”

 “Sorry my darling but I really have to it is a department of education rule”.

“My mom is so going to kill me, her rule is “get it at school and get it double at home” so I’m dead” I hung my head and shuddered at the prospect of another spanking on my already sore butt. Aunty Amy looked up and kindly said to me, “look I will call round to see your mom this afternoon. You better let me have a look at your bottom my boy, if I am going to bat for you I need to know what I am talking about. Just so you know, we have the same rule in our house. If my two hooligans get spanked at school I always give them a spanking at home in the evening.” I took my shorts down and Aunty Amy leaned me over, pulled my underwear down and whistled,

“Wow Miss Miller did a real number on you, you must really have riled her. How many did she give you?

“Six Aunty Amy, I guess I deserved them, but it is so sore.”

“It looks very sore my boy, hold on Aunty Amy will rub some cream on your bottom, it will make it feel better.”

With that, she busied herself spreading cream all over my very sore buttocks. When she finished that, she packed her bags and gave me a lift home. On the way home, I told Aunty Amy that I would give mom the letter before she said anything. If she wanted to intervene, she could after I had squared it with mom.

I walked though the door and called out “mom I’m home, where are you? I need to talk to you.”

“I’m in the bedroom, put the kettle on, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay mom, I’ll do that.”

I busied myself putting the kettle on and getting myself something to eat. Mom came into the kitchen and as she passed me, she swatted my backside. “Ow F….k that hurt” I yelped, totally forgetting where I was.

“I beg your pardon, where did you learn language like that young man” said mom as she gazed open mouthed at me.

“Mom, oh God, mom I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear like that, it’s just…”

You got spanked at school didn’t you. Well you know the rules. Would you care to explain why before or after I take you to my bedroom and give you a spanking over my knee.”

As mom pronounced sentence on me Aunty Amy walked through the door, “Marta, I think we need to talk before you punish Mario today.” Turning to me she said, Mario, your mom and I need to talk alone.

“Mario, go to your room, I’ll call you when I’m done.

I walked to my room leaving mom and Aunty Amy alone in the kitchen to talk. I busied myself doing my homework while I waited for mom and Aunty Amy to discuss the prospect of further damage to my backside. I stood in the room, my shorts  around my ankles looking at the sight of utter destruction that was my ass. I was still twisting around trying to see, when mom walked into the room.

“Come on let me see, Aunty Amy says I should not spank you today or even until next week. That does not mean you will get away with out getting a spanking, I have agreed to wait until next week before spanking you. I warn you anymore shenanigans at school and this deal is off, is that clear young man.”

Perfectly mom, and thank you.”

“Don’t thank me you have to thank Aunty Amy, she was mighty persuasive, now lets have a look at your bum before we pay a visit to the bathroom, you my dirty mouthed son have a date with a bar of soap.” I lay down on my bed and mom examined my butt. From the bottom to the top it had turned purple, where the paddle had overlapped, blisters had formed. It was clear, Miss Wendy Miller was an expert in spanking.

The soaping was horrible, perfumed soap does not taste as good as it smells, mom unwrapped a fresh bar especially for me to eat. Mom made me stand in front of her, purely out of revulsion I balked at opening my mouth, when I did that mom slapped my legs and had to threaten to spank my butt if I did not do as she said. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and mom shoved the bar into my mouth. After a short while she took the bar from my mouth and lathered a facecloth. Reaching up to my mouth she said “Open your mouth and hold it open.” She then proceeded to wash the inside of my mouth using the lathered face cloth. Once done she allowed me to rinse my mouth out using only a single glass of water.

The week passed quickly and I made doubly sure I did not get into any more trouble at school. On the Friday, we had a crisis. Mom slipped at work and ended in hospital with a broken arm. She was only supposed to spend the night in hospital, but for some reason the doctors decided to keep her in over the weekend. This left mom in a dilemma as she had to arrange for me to stay somewhere. Aunty Amy said that I could spend the weekend with their family, mom agreed and informed me of the arrangement. As I left to go with Aunty Amy, mom said to me. “Mario, since I have broken my arm, I can no longer punish you for your little stunt at school, however Aunty Amy has agreed to stand in for me, so she will spank you. I have given her permission to treat you as one of her own children, which means if you misbehave, she will punish you.”

“Yes mom I promise that I will behave. See you tomorrow afternoon mom, I love you.”

In the car, as we rode home to Aunty Amy’s house. I asked Aunty Amy, “Are you going to spank me tonight Aunty Amy?

“Well my boy, I thought that we could arrange for the children to go to the movies in the morning, that way we will not be disturbed and also it will mean that you will have some privacy while I spank you. How does that sound? I breathed a sigh of relief, for I really did not want Aunty Amy’s children to hear me getting my backside tanned. Shortly afterwards we arrived at Aunty Amy’s house. She carried my bag, containing a change of clothes and some clean underwear. As we entered the house I greeted her husband and was shown to the room I would sleep in.

Next day I woke up and got dressed, after washing my face I wandered into the kitchen to find the family tucking into breakfast. Due to a sense of doom hanging over me I really had no appetite but did not want to appear rude so I ate the food Aunty Amy dished up for me. All too soon, the house was empty and Aunty Amy and I were alone. Aunty Amy looked at me and said, “it’s time my boy, I’m sorry we have an unpleasant task ahead, I really don’t relish the thought of having to spank you, but I promised your mom and rules are rules even if I think the wrong child got spanked last week. Now let’s go to my bedroom”

In the room, Aunty Amy pulled a chair away from the dresser and ordered me to wait in the corner while she got ready. A couple of minutes later she called me to her and proceeded to remove my shorts. “Up you come over my lap. I think you know the drill.” As I laid my myself over her lap, she tugged my underwear down so they fell to my ankles.

“Cry all you want my boy” said Aunty Amy “I intend to make sure your mom will be satisfied that I have spanked you properly. How would mom spank you if it were she doing what I am about to do?”

“First she would spank me using her hand, Aunty Amy and then depending on what I’ve done will determine if mom uses the brush or the strap.”

“Has your mom used the strap on you Mario, If she has she has not said anything to me.”

“No Aunty Amy, she hasn’t used the strap, mom did say that if we had been at home when she caught me smoking that I would have got the strap and possibly a switching as well”

“Oh well I think we can make do with the hairbrush today, I think that will suffice.”

Having said that Aunty Amy stopped stroking my buttocks and raising her hand brought it down hard on my defenceless left cheek. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, The heat quickly built up and as it did so did the sting, Aunty Amy followed a set pattern. She started a round on the left side of my bum, quite low, almost hitting my upper leg, from there she branched outwards and upwards. By the time she had finished a pattern the whole area had begun to turn pink. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.A new round began and as the heat grew hotter so did my cries, I began to cry out for the spanking to stop, for the pain to stop, for mercy and along with the crying out I began to promise all manner of good behaviour. All I wanted was for the spanking to stop. Finally it did. After about 4 minutes of hard spanking, I had long since stopped trying to escape, I had resigned myself to the fact the spanking was indeed never going to stop.

“Up you get go and stand in that corner and think about why it was necessary for Aunty Amy to spank you so hard.” I hobbled to the corner indicated, my hands clutching my bottom. Frantically I rubbed but the fire burned too bright and the flames carried on burning.

The five minutes flew past and as I stood there in the corner the pain began to recede and although I knew there was more to come I thought ,maybe I’ll survive this one, it doesn’t seen so bad. My thoughts were interrupted by Aunty Amy’s voice calling me from the corner, I turned towards her and when I saw what was in her hand I paled. Surely she wouldn’t hit me with that I thought. Surely not! For in her hand was not a hairbrush but a clothes brush. The bristle part of the brush fully 10inches long and at least three inches wide. It was a half inch thick. Now real fear coursed though me and I hesitated, “please Aunty Amy, please don’t smack me with that plank, you will break me”

“Mario, I want you to come here now, I am only going to give you six spanks with this brush, but if you refuse to listen to me I will increase the amount you are going to get so the choice is yours. My two children get spanked with this, and I have never broken anything when I spanked them. Now for the last time I want you to come to Aunty Amy now, I promise it will hurt but you won’t die I will count to three and if you are not standing next to me it will become 8 spanks and for every number I count higher will add spanks. One… Two… ” By the time Aunty Amy got to three I stood trembling next to her side, tears already steaming down my face. I was going to get it with that massive brush and there was no way of avoiding it.

Aunty Amy said that it would be better if I went over her lap for the spanking with the clothes brush. That way she could control me more effectively and prevent me from placing my hands in the way.

Once again I found myself upended over Aunty Amy’s lap. This time however I lay only over her left knee, Aunty Amy placed her right leg over my legs effectively pinning me. “Give me your hand, no, the right one.” I lifted my hand and she grabbed it and twisted my arm so that she securely held my arm. Now I was totally pinned down, I tried to move but found I could not move at all. “I am sorry Mario, but this will soon be over and raising her right arm she brought it crashing down on my red sore bottom. CRACK The sound reverberated through out the house, much like the CRACK of a gunshot. The effect was even more dramatic, being so large, the brush hit both cheeks at the same time, a white hot band of pain seemed to radiate from my rear and even before the sound had died away, the pain hit my brain and I screamed. CRACK the second spank was aimed in exactly the same spot. As the brush connected with my butt the blood was driven away and the impact area became pure white, nerve endings already on high alert went to panic mode. My lungs at that moment still expelling air in a scream from the first blow suddenly hit reverse switch and sucked in air into my tortured lungs. A split second later the pain signal hit my brain and again I screamed, “please NOOOOOOO…”

CRACK, the third one hit home an inch lower, right on the sit spot. Same effect as the previous two, my screams and cries went up an octave. Then Aunty Amy waited about 30 seconds and said to me “Hold on these are the last ones” CRACK CRACK CRACK all three within 3 or 4 seconds and these were the hardest of all. I lay there sobbing hardly able to believe that I survived. I vowed never to get another spanking from my Aunt Amy again. I lay over her knee for about 5 minutes until she said to me, “Mario can you hear me?” through my pain I nodded affirmative, “Come child, sit on Aunty Amy’s lap, it’s all over now. She gathered me into her arms and for the next hour we sat there until I recovered enough to say, Aunty Amy, I’m sorry for putting you in such a position, please forgive me for being such a naughty boy.” With that I went to sleep.                  

   

Eva

I originally wrote this story shortly after coming out of hospital following an Angina attack. I have taken some poetic licence but for the most part this is a story of fantasy resulting from the spanking Eva gave me in hospital

I was sat at the computer, surfing the internet when my messenger program alerted me to the fact that Eva was online and sent me a nudge.

Wondering what was up I opened the window and started the conversation.

 “Hello how you doing”,

“I’m fine, what are you doing on the computer”  

“Don’t feel too good, so I am taking it easy”

Have you been to the doctor?”

“No”

“Are you going to go to the Doctor?”

“No, there is no need to see the Doctor”

“Are you sick or just skiving?”

“I suppose I’m skiving”

“And what did your wife say about moping around the house and playing on the computer all day”

“Come on that was months ago, besides I’m not moping nor have I been on all day”

“Yes you have, I saw your offline icon change to online at 9.45 it is now 14.00, you have been online for 4.5 hours young man, Don’t lie to me, what have you been doing all this time.

You don’t keep the house clean, it is always a mess, and the last time I called round the dishes had not been washed for days. You need a reminder of what your responsibilities are, seems like it has been too long since you had a lesson.”

I realized that Eva was right, I had let things slip; my wife was away in Africa and would be away for at least three weeks, I had promised her I would keep things in order and keep things tidy. Now I had let it slip. If Eva told my wife, I would never hear the end of it. The fact that I had taken the day off meant that I was in trouble, big time.

“Are you going to tell Ruth?”

“Do you think I shouldn’t tell her, what sort of friend  would I be if I didn’t, I would like to think that if the shoe were on the other foot that she would do the same thing for me”

“I suppose you are right, you are our friend and she did ask you to keep an eye on me”

“Yes am your friend and I was asked to keep my eye on you and you have been a bad boy , you have been lazy while Ruth has been away, you have a choice, I will sort you out, or you can wait until Ruth gets home and then she can deal with you, from what I’ve heard you will be worse off with Ruth dealing with this.”

Eva was right, the last thing I wanted was for Ruth to have to punish me, her wrath and anger was for me a  terrible thing to behold and an even more terrible thing to go through, ever since that first time she spanked me I was always afraid of invoking her anger. She had warned me regarding the amount of time I spent on the computer, I had spent too long on the pc and as a result the work I had to do around the house had not been done, I always came up with an excuse but the real reason was that I just couldn’t be bothered. Losing my job had really thrown me; I was a wreck, emotionally and physically. I spent too much time on the computer and the thought of having to make a decision made me sick to the stomach. So I played on the computer and that way I did not have to make a decision.

“Please don’t tell Ruth, I will do what you say”

“I will only do what Ruth would do, so what you have to do is go to bath room and fetch the bath brush, bring it with you and come over to my house, I will send Peter to go to town for me so we will be alone. I will expect you in 10 minutes don’t be late”

With that command, Eva signed off and I was left staring at the screen

I shut down the pc and went to the bath room I picked the brush up and after putting on my shoes locked up and got into my car, deep in thought I drove the few miles to Eva’s house, Getting out of my car I saw Peter had already left so Eva had kept her word.

Walking up the path I realized that after many months of banter            

I was now going to get spanked by my wife’s best friend, she had in the past told me I needed a spanking and jokingly I had offered to drape myself over her knee’s, Eva always changed the subject and it remained harmless banter until now.

I walked into the house calling Eva’s name, she came out of the kitchen as I came though the front door, holding out her hand she took the bath brush from my hand. “Thank you, you may now go upstairs and get ready in the spare room. I will be there shortly”. “Never too short” I said in reference to her height or lack thereof. Whack and a red imprint appeared on the back of my thigh as Eva swung the bath brush in a swift arc again SMACK and a matching imprint appeared on the other leg. As I danced out of the way to avoid a further blow Eva informed me “Until we are done, you are the child and I am the adult, all I want to hear from you is YES MA’AM or NO MA’AM, is that understood” “I yelped as the small head of the bath brush made contact with the smooth flesh on the back of my thigh. “Yes aunti Eva” I cried, “I understand”

I felt like the proverbial village idiot, to think that I a 50 year old man was going to be hauled over the knee of a woman quite a few years younger than me was very humiliating to say the least. I still could not believe that my darling wife, for whom I would gladly suffer any spanking she dished out and would never ever think of disobeying, would allow and give permission for someone else to discipline me was unthinkable

I suppose I had myself to blame for the status quo as I had been spanked by Eva as I lay in hospital following an Angina attack which scared the shit out of my friends and family. I was lying in the intensive care unit about to be moved to a cardiac care unit when Eva and Peter, her long suffering husband had come to visit me. They stood one on either side of my bed when Eva said “what is that underneath you, turn over let me see” Without thinking I rolled over onto my side facing away from her, the next thing I knew was that I was sunny side up, dressed in those awful hospital gowns, that fasten in back and not wearing any underclothes, SMACK  SMACK SMACK before I knew what had happened it was over, Eva had hidden a rubber soled slipper in the pocket of her jacket and as I turned away from her she gently pushed me onto my stomach and walloped me. Each spank had struck home with pinpoint precision on the exact same spot, in the space of less than a minute s Eva had delivered three or four extremely hard spanks to my upturned posterior. I yelled in shock and surprise as the sting from the spanking permeated my body, I could not believe she had actually spanked me, the tears that formed in my eyes prevented me from seeing the look of satisfaction on her face as she laid into me with gusto and vigour, I lay there furiously trying to reach behind me in order to rub some of the sting from my backside but my arms were hampered by the drips and other things which were attached to me.

“If you so much as touch your butt, I’ll start all over again and what you just felt will seem like a reward for good behaviour instead of a reward for nearly scaring us to death with your actions. Now if you want some more I will be only too happy to oblige, however I think the hospital staff will not allow anymore spanking in here” I was stunned and not wanting anymore lay still keeping my hands out of the way ensuring a repeat spanking remained a threat and not a reality. The rest of the visit passed fairly quickly although I was not uncomfortable, lying on my back meant that I could  still feel the tingle from the spanking, as soon as they left the ward staff came to my bed “whose has been a naughty boy, lets see the damage” said the ward sister, I rolled onto my stomach and as she opened my gown she said “What was all the fuss about, there is hardly a mark there, I trust we will have no trouble from you tonight, I’m sure you would not like a repeat performance, I know how to handle naughty little boys like you” said Sister with a wicked smile

“No ma’am I will be a good boy ma’am I won’t be any trouble tonight” I said as I rolled over in an effort to shield my tortured rear from more punishment.

With these thoughts playing over in my mind I climbed the stairs to the spare room and slowly began to get undressed. I head Eva open a cupboard downstairs and then heard her begin to climb the stairs to the first floor. Quickly I finished getting undressed and had just sat down on the bed when the door opened and in walked Eva, slipper in hand, I paled as I saw that slipper, I knew that it would be very painful for me to get spanked by that slipper, the last time I saw that slipper was in hospital when Eva smacked me with it.

“Please Eva, please not the slipper, I won’t play on the computer again, please don’t spank me with that slipper it hurts something terrible, please I’m begging you” “Oh don’t be such as ninny, you have not kept your end of the bargain so don’t expect me to give you anything less than you deserve, as for it hurting, it is a spanking so it’s meant to hurt, now stand up”

With much fear and trepidation I complied knowing that further arguments would only prolong the spanking and would greatly add too the severity thereof.

Eva seated herself on the bed and instructed me to lie across her lap with my upper body on the bed, my hands under my belly; she pulled my body tightly against her and wrapped her right leg over the back of my legs effectively trapping me.

Warning me that any attempt on my part to interfere with or stop her in anyway would be severely dealt with, Eva raised that horrible implement of pain above her shoulder and brought it crashing down on my upturned left cheek. I gasped in shock as the pain quickly built to a crescendo and just as it began to wane CRACK the next spank fell. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as I jerked like a puppet, writhing in pain “Please Eva, don’ttttttttttttt, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee” “I told you it is Yes Ma’am or No Ma’am while you are being punished not EVA!!!!” CRACK, CRACK “I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyy Ma’am, pleaseeeeeee it hurtssssssss ssssssssssssssssooooooooooo bbbbbaaaaaddddd” I howled as with each spank I went back to that time where nothing existed outside of the room, nothing except the CRACK of the slipper striking flesh mattered. Eva made sure that no area went unpunished; she was definitely an equal opportunity spanker. As the tone of my screeches went up I experienced something strange, it was as if I could see myself from the outside looking down on the scene, I saw the damage to my rear end, I heard each ouch and howl as the slipper did its deadly work every 15 to 20 seconds. I no longer tried to escape I lay there and jerked as the slipper rose and fell.

Eventually the spanking slowed and stopped altogether, how long I lay there, I have no idea Nothing except the white hot fire in my butt cheeks and upper thighs existed for me, I sobbed, sobbed and sobbed some more, my nose ran, snot ran down my face, I was a mess, reduced within the space of five minutes to a snivelling howling little boy. Slowly I calmed down and dimly as if from afar I heard Eva telling me I could get up, as I did so fresh fire radiated in all directions as unthinking I cradled the white hot remains of what had once been my butt. Howling afresh as the pain again rose in intensity I danced the little boy, butt on fire, dance. “Malcolm, Aunty Eva wants you to go and stand in that corner, do you understand me my baby,” “ Yes ma’am, I’m sorry I was a naughty boy, Aunty Eva please don’t spank me anymore, please I will be very good from now on”