Spanking Aunts

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WHAT!?" I stared at it in disbelief! "No way! I'm NOT sleeping in a crib! I'm SEVEN!!" I stated, crossing my arms. As far as I was concerned, this argument was over. They'd just have to put me somewhere else!

My intuition tells me that you are not a bad child. However, everyone needs nudging in the right direction occasionally. What is going to follow could be thought of as just such a nudge.’ So, to business. Your parents are not happy with the way things are. Specifically, they do not think you are behaving in the mature fashion we would expect of a young adult your age.’ My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her.This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights. I am a great advocate of corporal punishment. Occasional sharp reminders of the rules, or half a dozen good reasons to change for the better.’ Good morning, err, afternoon err …’ I stammered, suddenly confused as to the appropriate greeting for precisely noon. That's too early! At home I get to stay up until midnight!" "This isn't home with your parents. You will abide by my rules now." "And if I don't?"

We stayed for supper. We stayed for desert. And then my sister and I played with our little Cousin, Shannon. She was Aunt Janet's Granddaughter, really our third cousin. She was also spoiled rotten. Cried if she didn't get her way. She got her way a lot. There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in.I went to the toilet, walked upstairs and got a clean handkerchief, changed my tee shirt, threw myself onto the bed, got up again, looked at my watch again, and decided it was time to go. You can't do that!" I was never spanked before. I didn't want to find out what it felt like at all. But, I was sure she was bluffing.

The first point of no return’ she said, almost mischievously. I glanced up at her, expecting to see a twinkle in her eye, but there was nothing. No non­sense CP( Cane/Tawse/Strap — no role play nospe­cif­ic dress­ing up) or role-play ses­sion ( headmistress/Boss/Prison offi­ceretc) Meanwhile, I was realizing that this didn't feel half bad, and was struggling inwardly with the fact that this was a punishment. My mother finished diapering me, then said, "Now you go out to the living room, and tell everyone goodnight."

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With that, she lowered my underpants to my ankles. I didn't like this concept one bit. I started to protest. I looked at the uniform, at all the buttons on it. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I just cried. The hell you will! Give me my own clothes! I'll go to school like I always do. Dressed the way I want to! You can't tell me what to wear!" I called her bluff. I was going to be sleeping where Shannon always slept. This sounded reasonable at first, although I was mildly ruffled at having to sleep in a 3 year old girls bed. It would probably be something dumb, like pink or something. When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets.