I met Amy through Mario and Errol, I started playing golf with Amber, Amy and Elaine and the pair of us got on well. She is a good friend and often has had my son over her ample knee, wailing away as she spanked him.
Errol’s Sister
It was the first week of the holidays and Errol and I were on our way to visit a friend Shane. Shane was Errol’s girlfriend and Errol was my best friend. My name is Mario and I live with my foster mom Marta Van Rensburg and my two little brothers Grant and David. They are 12 and 9 respectively.
As I shared before I met my mom when I was 14, she was an auburn haired beauty standing 5’6” now at age 37 she was stunningly beautiful. She adopted me when my parents moved to the coast due to my father’s ill health. Mom insisted she become my legal guardian and had been so for a year now.
On Friday of last week, I had completed my final exams and was officially out of school but because of my age was too young to go to the army like the rest of my matric class. I had just turned 16; I was the youngest kid in my matric class. My grade average was an A+. Due mainly to my mom, who at the end of last year, when I brought home a report card with a grade average C+, had blistered my ass so badly I could not sit for nearly two weeks. The bruises were still visible a month later and ever since then I very diligently studied and my grades improved considerably.
That was all in the past and the last spanking I got from mom was two weeks ago. We, my brothers and I were fighting and after warning, us for some time mom had taken all three of us over her knee and spanked us until we all cried like babies. We then had to stand in the corner, hands on our heads, bare butts on display until mom called us out of the corner. Today I could forget about the exams, the teachers and all the restrictions school life imposed on me. Mom had given me permission to sleep over at Errol’s house and as Errol had considerably more freedom than I did, we planned all sorts of fun including a party.
Errol’s mom June was an elderly woman, much older than mom was. Errol being a change of life baby, his sister the same age as mom. Therefore, as a result, Errol had free reign, he could do as he pleased. She decided to spend the night at her daughter’s house a few streets away so parental supervision was not a problem.
Later that afternoon we all arrived at Errol’s house, laden with goodies for the party, the booze hidden until the opportune time. We got everything ready and that evening the party was in full swing. All our friends were there and for most of us it was a final fling before going to the army to do our compulsory military service, as a result, we really let our hair down. The music level really was cranked up and we soon all got very drunk. Around midnight the neighbours had finally reached breaking point and phoned the cops.
The long and the short of it was someone decided to pour beer all over the constable’s car and a fight ensued with the culprit being arrested. The party broke up as a result and the neighbours called Errol’s mom who came over to survey the scenes of devastation that once was her house.
She was livid and soon we were hard at work cleaning up the worst of the mess. The revellers sent home, I stayed because mom had gone to Pietersburg for the night and was unreachable. Once we finished, Errol and I were sent to bed.
The following morning Errol was woken by his mom. We dressed and walked into the kitchen to find June and her daughter Amy sat at the kitchen table, they had obviously been talking about what happened and when we walked in both June and Amy glared at us. The atmosphere was tense, I got the distinct impression that both of us were in big trouble, for the simple reason, it was our party, well strictly speaking Errol’s but I was a definite accomplice. I knew that Amy, Aunt Amy to me would be contacting my mom as soon as she could, she and mom played golf together and living in mom’s home meant I knew Amy as Aunty Amy, not as Errol’s older sister.
We were told to sit down and so the interrogation began, who did what, how did we buy alcohol, where did we buy the aforementioned alcohol why did we think we could do that etc… As the interrogation went on I saw a pattern emerge, Amy, I mean aunty Amy was the one doing the questioning and she seemed to take the lead in scolding us
Errol protested that since he had finished school he was no longer a kid and Amy had no right to treat him as such. His mom stood up and leaning into Errol’s face said; “I asked Amy to handle this, for too long you have done as you pleased and for the most part I am to blame because I have allowed it. I tell you, no more, you behave like a kid and we will treat you as such.” I sat lower in my chair hoping the two irate women would ignore me. Alas, it was not to be, Amy, turning to face me said, “What have you to say for yourself young man, the first time your mom allows you to sleep over you get into trouble, what you think your mom will have to say when she finds out about this?”
I looked to the ground, don’t you just love it when mothers ask these rhetorical questions you have no chance of answering correctly, and my mumbled answer was barely audible, “I… I am sorry aunty Amy…” “So you should be, but you haven’t answered my question!” She stated, quite unnecessarily, of course I hadn’t answered the question. The correct answer would only serve to confirm my guilt and blow any excuse out of the water. Aunt Amy knew full well mom would take me to task and that I hoped to avoid at all cost. “Mario, I am waiting…” Realising there was no escape I mumbled, “Mom would not be very happy with me.” “And what do you think mom would do to you?” continued Amy, knowing full well what my mom would do to me, but wanting me to tell her I knew what mom would do to me, more importantly to my backside.
I desperately tried to avoid looking at her, finally I said “mom will give me a hiding when she finds out about this” “Yes she will” said Aunty Amy, confirming to me, she knew that I was still subject to maternal discipline at home.
Aunt Amy gave me some precious moments of respite by switching her attack to Errol. “You, my darling brother should know better, not only are you the oldest but you are supposed to be the responsible one, not leading your friends astray. I know you did not pour beer over that police officer’s car or throw the first punch but because this is your mother’s house, you are directly responsible. Who or what ever possessed you to buy alcohol with a bunch of underage kids around. You may be 18 but you are still not allowed to buy booze for your underage friends, much less allow them to drink that alcohol in your mother’s house.” “But Amy, I am old enough to drink and I did not get drunk” “That may be so, but you have behaved like a petulant boy and because you are 18 does not mean you are too old to be disciplined. You, young man, will discover just how unpleasant it is to be punished, and you”, looking at me, Aunty Amy carried on… “You, are going to find out you are not immune either.” As if, I had forgotten…
“Errol, Mario, because you misbehaved in this house you have to be punished in this house. Mom has asked me to deal with this issue and as a result, I spoke to the police this morning. Because of the fact that I have told the police that you will be punished by me they have dropped the charges.
This means that you are going to be spanked until I decide you have been sufficiently punished.” Turning to me, she said, “You Mario are a dilemma, by rights I must speak to your mother about this matter. I know how upset she will be about it if I keep quiet. So young man, the choice is yours. You can opt for a spanking from your mom or from me, but I really think it would be better if I told her and let her handle it.”
“Please Aunty Amy, don’t tell my mom, she’ll kill me, you can spank me, and mom will be so cross with me, please Aunty Amy, I’m begging you.”
“Mario I’m not sure that your mom won’t still spank you even though I’ll tell her that I have spanked you”
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Must you tell her Aunty Amy; can’t you just spank me and let that be the end of the matter?”
“No my boy, how do you think she would feel if I kept quiet about this.”
With those words, Aunty Amy sealed my fate; mom was definitely going to kill me. I was a dead man walking.
Aunty Amy told the pair of us to go to Errol’s bedroom and to wait there for her. She told us she had to phone my mom. We were to each stand in a corner and wait for her to arrive.
Aunty Amy arrived in Errol’s room and said to me, “I have spoken to your mother; she has agreed that you need a hiding and is ok with me giving it to you. She expects you to co-operate fully with regard to your spanking and should she find out you have not fully co-operated you can expect a more severe one when she returns. She also asked me to remind you about the last spanking you got for not studying and asks if you want a repeat.”
“No Ma’am I most definitely do not ever want a repeat, I promise Aunty Amy, I won’t give you any trouble. Please no!”
“Ok child, I accept that, I must remember to ask your mom what she did that made you so scared, it must have been a very good hiding she gave you, how long ago was it and what did you do to deserve it?”
“It happened a year ago Aunty Amy, mommy took her paddle to me because my school grades were bad, I could not sit down for nearly a month, I took a pillow everywhere with me.”
“Good! I hope you learned your lesson”
“Yes ma’am I most surely did, my grade average the whole year was an A+, up from a C+.
“Ok, young man, Errol, we may as well start with you so come here, Mario, stick your nose in that corner, and don’t let me see you move”
“Yes ma’am” I said, turning back to face the wall and wait for Aunty Amy to finish spanking Errol.
The first thing I heard was “Errol I am not spanking your trousers”
“But Amy, I am too old for that,” WHACK “Ouch that hurt”.
“It will hurt a great deal more if you don’t do as I say.” WHACK WHACK WHACK. “Ok, ok I’ll take them off just don’t hit me so hard, No not with that brush…” Now I knew what made that loud noise, oh boy, this was going to hurt big time.
“Now Errol over you go…” Come on Amy, you really can’t be serious and expect me to go over your knee.”
“If you continue to resist me I will ensure you regret it, because if I have to I will tie you down and them you will be very sorry. I will not tell you again, over my knee NOW!!!”
“Amy, please…” I heard a shuffle and soon the sound of wood striking flesh was heard over the sound of Errol’s Screams and cries.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. It was all over in less than three minutes, the spanking, that is. Errol continued to cry and holler as the flames Amy lit on his butt continued to burn fiercely. She let him cry himself out and when Errol’s cries slowed, she told him to go and stand in his corner and to put his hands on his head.
Errol shuffled along, his trousers around his ankles hindering his progress. Still crying he reached the corner and stood with his nose buried in the corner, hands obediently placed on his head.
Time seemed to stand still as I waited my emotions in turmoil; my throat was as dry as a bone, a knot in my stomach.
“Mario, come to Aunty Amy, quickly now, don’t make me wait for you.” I turned and quickly walked to where Aunty Amy sat. She was sat on a chair, placed so that she had an unhindered swing. On her lap a large ebony hairbrush lay ominously visible; I swallowed nervously as I gazed at the sight of the brush.
I waited, still unable to take my eyes off that brush laying there. “Mario, this is what you are going to do. Take down trousers and underwear to your knees and then lay over my lap.”
I followed Aunty Amy’s instructions not wanting to piss her off and so earn a follow up blistering from mom. Aunty Amy adjusted my body over her lap and jokingly asked if I was comfortable. I meekly answered yes, to which she said, “Well that is something I intend to change…” I felt her move her right leg and clamp it over the back of my thighs effectively pinning me so that I was unable to move. “Give me your right hand; I don’t want it to get in my way. I want a clear target for my brush. I again meekly did as I was told and Aunty Amy chuckled and remarked. “It’s nice to see a trained boy”
I began to softly cry to which Aunty Amy said, “You had better save those tears boy, you are going to need them. Don’t waste them”.
With that aunty Amy raised her arm way up high and
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
She spanked differently to mom, but no less hard. Aunty Amy began by starting with a spank to my left butt cheek, low down almost at my sit spot, the next fell on the opposite cheek, same location. From there she branched outwards and upwards alternating on each side until the whole of my butt was beginning to redden.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
Repeatedly the hairbrush wickedly lit a fire on my poor butt, quickly turning it bright red
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
A third round began, this time the pattern changed, Now Aunty Amy spanked three or four times in the same spot.
By now my cries were at full throttle, I bawled at each spank of the brush. When she walloped the same spot, one after the other I bellowed like a bull with his nuts caught in a clamp.
“No Aunty Amy, please no more. I’m sorry I’ll never do it again! Please don’t spank me anymore, it‘s sore please.” My cries and wails were too no avail WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
A fourth round began, again the pattern as the first round. This time much harder, which led me to believe she was winding up to a finish. She moved her leg; I was going nowhere so it didn’t matter. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
The last four were the hardest of all and all landed in the same spot, right where thigh meets butt. I felt as though she had cut me in half. I arched my back as white-hot searing shards of molten metal landed melting everything it touched.
I howled continuously, sure I would never be able to sit, much less walk ever again. Later, I’m not sure how much later, Aunty Amy urged me to stand and told me to go to the corner. “Hands on head Mario, no rubbing that butt, I want it to throb and burn a while longer.”
With a broken “yes Aunty Amy, please no more, I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again” all rolled into one almost unintelligible word I hobbled to the corner. My walking to the corner causing new tendrils of pain to shoot through my body as the skin on my thighs seemed to again catch fire from just the walking alone. It certainly felt as though the flames would never die out, now standing in the corner the whole spanked area began to itch and I desperately tried to concentrate on something else. I stood there for about 5 minutes when unable to bear the itching any longer, it felt like someone had poured a whole packet of itching powder down the back; I dropped my hands and tenderly cradled and rubbed my buns. I almost got away with it and as I raised my hands to the top of my head, in walked Aunty Amy. She saw me and calling my name, “Mario what do you think you are doing, I told you hands on your head and I gave you strict instructions not to touch or rub your bottom, come here now, young man. You obviously don’t know how to listen, well let’s see if Aunty Amy can give you a more thorough lesson.”
With that she sat down on the chair and pulled me back over her lap where, once she had positioned me to her satisfaction she proceeded to spank me all over again. This time she concentrated on the back of my thighs, almost to my knees. Her palm rigid, the spanks measured and hard, very hard SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK For the next five minutes Aunty Amy spanked. I screamed, hollered, cried, pleaded, I did everything to avoid the fire raining down on my upturned defenceless posterior.
“That young man is what naughty earless little boys get when they refuse to listen. Now back in your corner.”
Sobbing and sniffling I made my way to the corner, Errol glanced at me in sympathy his hands clasped tightly together on his head. Aunty Amy called Errol out of his corner and the two siblings hugged each other. “Errol you need to go and apologise to mom, she is sitting in the lounge, first go to the bathroom and clean your face then go and speak to mom
Five minutes later I heard Aunty Amy call me from the corner, she held a clump of tissues in her hand and holding the back of my head she held the tissues close to my nose and said “Blow”. I blew as she said and soon I stood there nose wiped clean still sniffling as Aunty Amy wiped my tears away, then her arms opened wide and she asked me, “would you like a hug darling?” I stepped into her arms and as they folded behind me I hugged her back and said. “Aunty Amy, please forgive me, I’m really sorry. Please don’t tell my mom you had to spank me twice, I really don’t think my bum will be able to take another spanking today, please don’t tell her.” She chuckled and said to me “there is nothing to forgive, you have been punished and that is the end of it. Just don’t do it again okay.” She took both her hands and cupped my face. Kissing me she said now you go and see Aunty June, she is waiting for you in the lounge. Turning me around she gently swatted me on the bum and started me on my way. “Ouch I said as I cradled my still very sore bum, trying to prevent more burn from my trousers as they chafed.
Later that day my mom arrived, Errol and I were in his room when mom’s car pulled into the driveway. I saw her come to the front door and the pair of us waited, I was extremely nervous and Errol said “don’t fret mate Amy said she would tell your mom you have already been punished so relax I don’t think it will be so bad.”
“Thanks mate but you have nothing to worry about you wont get a spanking from my mom so you are safe, me I’m not so sure”.
“Not so sure about what Mario” said my mom as she stepped into the room. I turned around and looked at mom, she was oh so beautiful, her eyes piercing deep into my soul as she looked at me. Before she could ask me another question I said “mom, I’m so sorry I disappointed you, did Aunty Amy speak to you.”
“Yes my son, she told me she has punished you and that you co-operated fully with her. Having done that, you are not going to get a hiding from me for this, but you must know that I am very disappointed in you.”
“Aunty Marta, it was my fault not Mario’s” said Errol coming to my defence. “Please don’t be cross with him,.”
“Thank you Errol, but I am cross with both of you. However your mom and sister have told me that Amy did a real number on the pair of you. That means you are forgiven, but pull a stunt like this again and you will get it from both your sister and from me. Is that understood?”
“Yes Ma’am” we chorused simultaneously, our hand instinctively protecting our butts.
Looking at me, mom opened her arms to me and said, “Come son, your brothers are waiting in the car, lets go home okay.” I hugged her and said, “Yeah mom, lets go home, I’m hungry.
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A young man like Mario can never have too many firm spanking Aunties.
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