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Unexpected Reaction From my Aunt
I will start by saying I believe a good deal of what I’ve read here is BS and simply fantasy oriented. But there are those that come across as truthful so I will confess my true spanking experience involving my Aunt. For context, I have been a spanko fanatic since about age 5. My parents never used physical punishment but I often fantasized about being spanked by a teacher or our neighbour who was a young and very attractive housewife.
I was 18 and had been asked to help my Aunt out opening her cottage for the summer season. My Uncle had passed unexpectedly a few years before and my two cousins lived a long way away. After dinner the first night we continued sipping on wine and talking about anything and everything. As we drank a little more I accidentally spilled red wine all over and we both jumped up and cleaned it up. Because of the alcohol I blurted out something along the lines of “that deserves a spanking”. My Aunt just gave a little chuckle and resumed our prior discussion. Well the effects of the wine was such I confessed that I had always wondered what it was like to be spanked and she simply replied they are meant to hurt like **. That was it for the eve and we called it a night.
On waking the next morning I remembered what I said the night before and uncharacteristically felt a sense of bravado and after the morning greeting I simply said, “This is going to sound nuts, but I brought up spanking last night because I am truly curious about what it would be like and had actually hoped you would have given me one last night”. Her response was “why on earth would you want that?” I confessed to being a life long spanko and assured her I was serious about experiencing it. I could sense she was a little uncomfortable and told her how much trust it took for me to let her in on this part of me. She again mentioned that spankings hurt and that my expectations were likely not aligned with reality. To move this confession ahead, we spoke about it during the day and she finally said she would show me what it was like to shut me up.
We went into the cottage and she sat on the couch and said let’s do this. I Told her I was getting an ** so as not to catch her off guard. She just told me to take off my shorts and underwear and get over her lap. I was admittedly embarrassed as ** over my raging hard-on and lay down quickly. She started off with force and the pain of being spanked was immediate. I remember vocalizing but did all I could to avoid struggling. After about 2 minutes she stopped and asked if that was enough. I asked about a hairbrush but all she had was a plastic one. She sent me into the kitchen to get her large and noticeably heavy wooden spoon. She confirmed I really wanted to keep going and when I said yes, my world changed!!! She used that thing full force and didn’t stop until every inch of my ** had been hit repeatedly. I was glad when she stopped and needed some time to compose myself before sitting up. As I calmed we talked about how I felt and how it matched with my expectations. It was clearly much more painful than I had ever imagined and I commented on how the pain was slow to subside. Strangely I wasn’t at all embarrassed sitting there with just a T-shirt on as we spoke. After about 10 mins I started to get up and she immediately said “back over, we’re going to make this count”. As I settled she began with the spoon and truly did all she could to blister every square inch of my **. I tried putting a hand back and she whacked it so I moved it. I honestly have no idea how long I was there but I had tears in my eyes and was begging her to stop for some time before she did. We stood up, she gave me a hug and left me in the living room alone. Unlike the fantasy world there was no “happy ending” just unbearable pain and a new understanding of what being spanked was all about.
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