As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. Think nothing of it, and get those pants down too. Then bend forward over the table and hold the edges as far forward as you can reach. Your reaction is more common than you may realise, and changes nothing at all.’

In other words, the emphasis here is on your aunt, and more importantly, your childhood experiences with her, especially when it comes to spanking. As stated in my earlier comment, I am a therapist and in my professional opinion these intimate experiences with her in your childhood years, meaning the spanking, are now meshing with other feelings you have now as a young man. The desire for **, intimacy, to be with someone who is close to you, or someone who loves and understands you. I'm laughing about it now but at the time it was a really big thing for me, so I know what your going through. It will probably help to know that I am was the only boy in my family, and I had one sister that is 2 years older than me, then two younger sisters that are 3 and 4 years younger than I was. My mom wasn't really sexual with me, but this is more about how screwed up she made my life. My mom seem to always have it in for me, and what made me decided to post this here was because of what she did and maybe there are other people that can relate to this. We called her auntie but she was of course just like a nanny or mom to us, though our mom was with us except during short hospital stays. Of course, when you spend that much time caring for kids, part of those responsibilities evolved to include discipline. She loved us, read to us, played with us and, yes, even spanked us when we needed it. She had full authority to do so whenever she deemed it appropriate. I fully realize why you wanted to limit details at the beginning to help conceal your identity, but this additional information helps understand how your thoughts and feelings toward her are largely influenced by your childhood years.School is important Dan, you've finished junior high and it's time to look into high schools. At this rate, none of the good schools will take you." My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain, as this meant she would get to stay up longer. It was getting near night. We ran outside and caught fireflies. "Glowbugs" we called them. Every once in awhile you would catch a moth too, and then let it go. It was fun to see who could catch the largest moth...once my sister caught one that had at least a 5 inch wingspan, but we teased her and said it was really a bat. A white bat. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’

In other words, the emphasis here is on your aunt, and more importantly, your childhood experiences with her, especially when it comes to spanking. As stated in my earlier comment, I am a therapist and in my professional opinion these intimate experiences with her in your childhood years, meaning the spanking, are now meshing with other feelings you have now as a young man. I was a brat growing up. My parents were the most permissive you ever saw. They let me get away with anything. They gave me anything I wanted. I had a wonderful life with them. At least I thought so. I was crying pathetically after just 3 more swats. After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than five minutes, she asked again. This time I said "Yes." She stood me up and brought me the shirt. Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone Your parents and I agreed it might be time for you to benefit from just such treatment, and nothing I have seen today has changed my mind. Infact the power of your epiphany convinces me that such a course of action will be well received, and particularly effective. Consequently, before you leave me, and as I believed you were forewarned, I am going to give you a small taste of old school correction.’The next day we seemed to just continue as though nothing had happened. I dressed in a soft white cotton blouse a full navy blue skirt and white petticoat. I did my hair and makeup. I was getting well practised with my hair and makeup and was looking better. The makeup was very natural and not too much for a girl my age. The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. Corporal punishment?" I was unfamiliar with the term. "It means that they can spank you at school. And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too. I also expect only straight A's from you. Do you follow?" Interesting to hear all these other details about your childhood and how your aunt was almost like a nanny to you, and now you get to see her, both of you older, as a young hot woman! My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting.

I was spanked as a teenager and was also 'turned on' by it. I think our hormones are more 'excitable' at that age, because I can't imagine it happening now!

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They have shared many other examples, which I can relate, if you need reminding, but first, let’s see what you think.’

So, I called your Aunt Christine to see what help I should give you." "Who's 'Aunt Christine'? I never heard of the bitch." "She's my sister. We grew up together. She lives all the way down in Alabama." I am happy that you decided to write a P.S. to this story, which paints a much clearer picture of your relationship with your aunt and why you feel the way you do. I fully realize why you wanted to limit details at the beginning to help conceal your identity, but this additional information helps understand how your thoughts and feelings toward her are largely influenced by your childhood years.I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but also so embarrassed at the same time, that I didn't know what to do and just froze. She kept yelling at me to pull them down, but I couldn't, and I think that just pissed her off more, then she yanked them down and began to spank the hell out of me. I remember being highly embarrassed and trying to face toward the wall so that I only had to expose my butt to my sisters, but my mom grabbed my arm and just began to blister my butt so hard that I couldn't stand still. I tried for the longest time to keep my other hand covering my private parts, but she just kept swinging until finally I couldn't stand it any longer and moved my hand around to try to stop from being hit by the belt. I was jumping around in a circle trying to avoid each swing of the belt, but my mom just kept blistering me until there was no doubt that everyone got to see every private part of me. I was unsure of what to do. Something didn't feel at all right. I obeyed. I stripped down to my underpants. Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again. And breathe …’ Her advice was timely, and I let out a long slow breath, willing my body to relax against the support of the table.