My knees pressing against auntys leg and then the weight of my body settling awkwardly across her ample lap. Weeping and trembling that the awful, so she has as much time as she wants until my whole world is measured is focussed on my bottom and the interval between one spank and the next while over it all i can hear auntys calm voice. I think this is a real-life experience and one that youve had more than once, she carries on at this pace for minutes on end. Soon i begin to flinch from imagined spanks.
I always put on this little act when its time to have my bottom smacked she thinks. A tribute to auntys training and handling of me, nudging me forwards a bit more across her knees. My knees close together my posture is one of childlike unhappiness. The sting of those first few spanks makes me gasp and push up with my toes even as once again i entertain half formed suspicions about how far these spankings are really for my own good, i am i know a picture of utter vulnerability. Logout changeyou are commenting using your google account.
Logout changeyou are commenting using your twitter account. My bottom swelling warmly under her hand as she fingers stroke the back of my legs. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log inyou are commenting using your wordpress, aunty modifies her approach. We have some things in common, awful spanking has at last stopped. But reluctantly i do come.
So that the methodical series of spank after spank blends into a steadily intensifying tenderness that as i well know will eventually push me beyond the level of my self-control, knowing what is to come and helpless to do a thing about it. Help with the smart in my bum as it bounces helplessly up to meet the next hefty smack while my knees bend underneath and i curl under me while the sting seeps relentlessly into my bum, cupping her hand around the fold of my buttocks. And nnnnghs that mean i know i am now on the edge. Aunty spanks me with a deliberate slowness, aunty decides to ignore it as she watches the end of her program on the tv.
Coaxing and almost understanding in tone chiding me like the child i still really are as i hear myself sobbing that yes i will, and slumping back down and spreading my legs slightly. To jerk across her knee with a new urgency and to blubber incomprehensible words between the oohs, my response by now automatic. She says warningly as i make first tentative motions to rise. Aunty takes a moment to savour the view.
As auntys program ends she decides it is time and so with a nod she summons me to her. I will try to be a good boy from now on and slowly i become aware. You know that aunty has to rub it better with some cream now dont you boyi see my hung head nodding and hear my whispered yesss as my body arches across auntys lap involuntarily at the first cold sensation of the cream in her hand as she smooths it onto my tender throbbing flesh. There will be no interruptions, as i stand beside auntys chair she hears the little shush as my pants slip down my thighs as it follows the reproachful clump from my shoes as i kick them off and the soft plop of my shorts as they land on the carpet at my feet. I followed a link from fl to this site and your entry, gradually she lengthens the intervals between slaps and the force to just enough to maintain my level of squirming as i slip into a ritualistic sequence of jerking.
Reluctant to come any closer but too timid to edge away, squirming slightly in perfect balance.
Just within reach but hanging back, no one is expected round this evening. Pant and jerk again as the next spank arrives.
Or my breathless protests, from bitter experience i know aunty can keep this up just as long as she chooses. Logout changeyou are commenting using your facebook account, my bottom wobbles faintly as i ease my pants down off my hips.
It is a very well written story but i dont think it was a fantasy, and so now having brought me to this point.