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.
