I had not been over Aunty Shan's knee for some time and it showed, Mama complained almost daily, my behaviour has definitely got worse. It was I think, a subconscious thing, desperately lost and without proper guidance I misbehaved to such an extent that Mama finally did something about it and emailed Aunty Shan informing her of my antics.
An email arrived the following day, on opening it I discovered my disciplinarian and friend was not amused, it seemed that Mama had left no stone unturned and after first telling Aunty Shan how much she appreciated the change in my behaviour since I first went over Shan's knee went straight for the proverbial jugular so to speak and asked Shan to blister my bottom.
Not only that, she also told Shan about my slip up one day when I miss packed my medication supplies for work. which meant I had no needle for my injection the following morning.
Back in July last year Aunty Shan had cause to fairly blister me for failing to take my tablets and after a lengthy session under the ebony hair brush she followed up with 24 strokes of her cane. this left me sobbing over the back of the sofa for a good while. It was at this time Aunty Shan promised me an even more severe punishment should this ever happen again. If memory serves me correctly Aunty Shan said and I quote " should this situation ever occur I will strap you to the horse and cane your bare bottom and I will then lock you over my knee and take my hair brush to your sore bottom until it is black and blue. Do you understand me little boy?"
As a result of this spanking and promise of even worse I have been very careful to ensure I have taken my medication every day.
As I read Aunty Shan's email my heart sank as I realised I now faced the prospect of a caning followed by a extended session with that horrible ebony hair brush all without the benefit of an OTK warm up, not a thrilling prospect at all.
Mama casually remarked on my downcast look as I approached her to apologise for my behaviour and said "little boy not so big now is he. Knows he is going to cry some tears next week." Seeing my eyes tear up mama told me to save them as I would need all the tears I have.
Nervously I rang the door bell on Aunty Shan's front door and as the door opened Aunty Shan invited me in with a sound slap to my already twitching bottom and a big hug. I followed her into the kitchen where we stood drinking a cup of tea. I handed her the letter mama gave me to give her and as she read it I excused myself and went to the little boy's room to relieve the sudden pressure on my bladder.
I returned to find the kitchen empty and Aunty Shan called me into the sitting room where I found her seated on the sofa, it was then I breathed a sigh of relief as I now knew I was going to get a warm up spanking first.
As I went over her lap Aunty Shan started grilling me regarding my antics, interspersing her questions with surprisingly hard spanks all the while following her usual pattern of left right up down.
Soon the heat and the sting began to tell on me and I began to gasp and grunt in pain. I knew then that Aunty although she never said it was extremely cross because there was an intensity in both the scolding questions, all purely rhetorical and the hard spanks now continuously raining down. Suddenly she stopped and told me to remove my trousers, shoes and socks as naughty boys needed to get a bare bottom spanking. I followed her instructions and removed the offending garments and re positioned myself across the maternal lap.
Smiling at me she asked if I was comfortable, surprisingly I was comfortable and told her so. "lets change that shall we." she said as she began to spank again. I gasped in shock and pain at the sting and knew she had started spanking me using a slipper. Tears quickly came to my eyes and I knew this was going to be a severe spanking. By the time Aunty came to use her hairbrush I had already crossed over and entered "spank land".
I now know the session with the brush was not long, only about 24 strokes but it was enough to keep me in spank land for about 10 minutes. After a short while Aunty told me to get up and directed me to bend over the horse and grip the bar on the other side. Crying harder at the prospect I pleaded for clemency, only to be told to bend over or face double the planned strokes..
Defeated I did as I was told and then Aunty Shan told me that this caning was to remind me to take extra care to ensure I was always prepared in advance and that I would only be getting six strokes.
