Aunty Nita

It seemed as though this post was fated not to be posted. I have tried twice to post it and both times have boobed and deleted whatever I typed.

A few people have asked who Aunty Nita is. She is a friend who decided she could no longer sit by and idly watch me kill myself, because I was not medicating myself properly. My daughter had been chatting to Nita and had voiced her concerns to her. Nita's reply was she felt I needed a damned good hiding and if nobody was going to give it me she would. Nita is 28 years old, a married spanking mom, Since that first spanking she has become my confidant and my best friend after my mama.
She asked my daughter to ensure she sent me across the road the following day. Events transpired that she came over to my house her self the following morning and on finding out I was in my bedroom on the computer she came upstairs herself.

Hanging on my wardrobe door handle is a small body brush. she picked it up and grabbing my ear forced me to bend over the edge of my bed. Two hard smacks on the seat of my ass convinced me that Nita meant business.
She told me if I wanted a more severe spanking than what was coming to me then all I had to do was give her any more trouble.

She took down my trousers leaving my boxers in place then proceeded to spank me. It was a short spanking, lasting no longer than 2 minutes but by the time she stopped, I was gasping and trying desperately to not cry.

She told me that she would punish me each and every time I did not take my medication, as well as whenever she felt I deserved one.
I must admit I was extremely excited after this spanking, however that night when I saw the bruises from the brush I knew Nita meant every word and she would make good on her promise.

A week later she decided to punish me again as I lied to her, Again she merely dropped my trousers before laying into me. I got sent into the corner and because I rubbed my butt without her permission Nita proceeded to repeat the spanking before sending me back to the corner with my hands firmly clasped on my head.

Again a week went by and again Nita decided to spank me, now I was instructed to call her Aunty Nita once she told me I would be spanked. I could only revert to Nita after punishment. This time she caned me as she felt the brush did not drive home the lesson enough, 24 strokes later I was howling my distress for the world to hear.

I now as a matter of course call her Aunty Nita all the time.

Master Mario