Birthday reds

As some friends and aunties may remember it was my birthday earlier this month.
now due to mom visiting Grand and David, I faced the prospect of a birthday without a spanking. I got spanked before mom flew out to South Africa but that is a story for another day.
The day before my birthday Aunty Nita, who lives across the road from me popped over to say hello to my daughter and invited the two of us over to her house for some tea and biscuits.
My friend Pamela, who is Nita's sister in law also was there and she, Pamela, mentioned I had not had a birthday spanking yet.
Aunty Nita promptly opened her kitchen drawer and removed a wooden spoon. spoon in hand she called me into the kitchen and informed me I was due a spanking and told me to lower my shorts. She bent me over the kitchen table and proceeded to spank me. On the ninth stroke the spoon broke and Aunty Nita told me this spanking did not count because of the spoon breaking.

A full week later and I still had a small bruise on each butt cheek, Aunty Nita's husband was home so Aunty Nita came over to talk while he looked after the children, While talking to me she went to my cupboard and from the door handle removed the body brush hanging there. Again my shorts were removed, Aunty Nita allowing me to keep my boxers on.
Aunty Nita believes a boy should remain in place during the spanking, After the thirteenth stroke I stood up without permission and Aunty Nita started all over again, this time not stopping after the thirteenth stroke.

I cried and pleaded for the spanking to end, my eyes streaming tears and my nose running like a tap, I was a mess. Sitting for the next two days was out of the question and I sat very carefully over the weekend, mindful to avoid a repeat I have been on my best behaviour ever since.

Aunty Nita flies to visit her parents on Wednesday and I will miss her. At least my butt will have some time to recover.

Master Mario