Tuesday 28 June 2011

Oh the pain!

This morning, with much trepidation I arrived on time at Aunty Shan's house. It would not have been wise to arrive late or God forbid not pitch up at all.
"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly"
"On time, I see" said my beautiful disciplinarian as she invited me into the house, without a word I followed her into the kitchen where she offered me a choice of tea or coffee.
Looking at me as she made the drink she smiled saying "it is only a spanking, it won't kill you."
"Yes but I am the one that is going to be in pain, not you"
"Well, my darling boy, if you behave then Aunty Shan would not have to take down your shorts and boxers  and spank your bare bottom until you cry like the little boy you are"
Normally there is a set pattern to Aunty Shan's spanking, she likes to start off using her hand on my bottom, before making me remove y trousers until finally you lie over her lap in just your boxers. Today she dispensed with the spanking over my shorts, gave me about 3 or 4 minutes of hand spanking over my boxers before slipping them down to reveal my bare bottom. During this phase Aunty Shan scolds you, today was no exception, I already knew that the ebony hair brush would be used. The glossy black brush packs a fearsome punch  From past experience several slippers all with varying degree's of sting would and were used before my nemesis was brought into play. For a solid 5 minutes the brush ignited a four alarm fire in my rear, left, right, up, down Spank Spank Spank Spank. Aunty Shan varied the placement of all the spanks until it felt like every square inch of my bottom burned intensely, Finally with a wicked 60 second hand salvo where she landed a spank per second the first stage of my spanking drew to a close.


I was allowed to stand up and as I did so my hands flew to cradle my ruined ass stopping in mid rub as Aunty Shan sternly asked if I wanted her to start all over again.
"No Ma'am, please no Ma'am" I replied 
Gently guiding me by the arm Aunty Shan led me to the bench where she commanded me to bend over and grab the rail.
"Mario I want you to hold onto the rail, if you stand up or let go the rail we will start all over again. Is that clear?
"Yes Ma'am, I understand". No way was I going to go for gold and let go or stand up. I know from bitter experience that if she says she will start all over again, then she will.
With perhaps a spacing of fifteen seconds the first six strokes struck home, each landing precisely where Shan intended. The thud as each white hot stroke landed told me that the thicker of the three canes was being used.
After the first six strokes Aunty Shan switched sides and began all over again.Crack, wait 15 seconds Crack, wait 15 seconds Crack wait 15 seconds Crack, wait 15 seconds,Crack wait 15 seconds CRACK ..."How many is that Mario?"
"Twelve Ma'am" I stammered, trying desperately to speak without crying
"Half way there now, Mario, Let me try the thinner cane, I want you to remember this for a long time, in fact I don't want you to ever forget this spanking". I felt something cool and moist on my bottom and knew Aunty Shan was smearing cream on my butt, while it offered temporary relief, the cream made the following strokes sting all the more.
Again six strokes fell, each felt like it would split me in two, the tears flowed freely now as the cumulative effect of the caning took it's toll. Under my breath I prayed "Oh God let me get through this.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK , each one harder than the previous until finally only one remained, looking over my shoulder I  saw the tip of the cane extend above Aunty Shan's head and knew this one would be the hardest. CRACK, I felt the blow before I heard the whistling sound it made as it travelled through the air.
Desperately I gripped the rail, fighting the urge to stand up, knowing I would never be able to take another 24 strokes my body heaving as I sobbed totally wiped out.
"Stand up and turn around Mario", said my aunt, and then a last admonition, If this happens again Mario, I will not take you over my knee, I will cane you first,  then I will paddle you on top of the caning and you will get double the strokes you got today, are we clear on this?"
I could only nod in the affirmative, as Aunty Shan opened her arms wide and hugged me. It was over and my Aunty still loves me.