Aunt Karen sat on the bed and told me to come to her. She then told me she was doing this because she loved me and wanted to teach me a lesson. She had no kids, so she wasn’t very experienced, but she told me she was going to spank me the way her mother did her and my mom. This very naughty little boy needs his bottom spanked hard and he’s refusing to obey me – can you help me with him, please?” I’m sure Aunt Pam deliberately used humiliating, babyish language. This angered me and I became quite sullen and sulky. I waited, and finally she walked in with her pink slipper. She told me she was going to give me a hard spanking. This excited me – a 14-year-old boy about to get spanked by my pretty aunt. I hadn’t really been spanked before that, as far as I can remember. I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s.

On the weekend of the 12th of October Freddie came up to Yorkshire however having only just passed his driving test it took him no less than eleven hours to get here. That evening we were joined by Peter the Slipper who incidentally also arrived late. Both Peter and Freddie were soundly spanked as you may or may not of seen in the "Film Diary" and "Punishment Book"She then started unsnapping my pants and pulled them down, then told me to step out of them. Next, she pulled down my boxers and again told me to step out. My aunt hadn’t really seen me naked since I was a baby, but I didn’t mind because I knew it was just between me and her.

There was many types of Slippers Full fur collar Slippers Half cuff slippers, Mules , and plain traditional Slippers , most with flexible rubber soles. What did you say to me?” I repeated what I had said and she yelled at me, telling me I was in her house and that she was going to punish me. I thought she was just going to tell my mother and have her deal with it, which I knew would be worse. This all changed when I was 13. Aunt Pam was a Christian fundamentalist, and in my teens I’d sometimes stay weekends or for a time in school holidays at her lovely house in Amersham, and she became a kind of tutor to me too. Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!” This was a time of Corporal Punishment at School and at home , and the Slipper was used for Spanking quiet a lot, i remember too well.I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern. I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.”

The month of October started with my 55th birthday celebrations. I had a wonderful yet quiet day the evening being spent with family and friends. The price less birthday present that I did receive if you can call it that was the formation of my yahoo group "Aunt Isobel's House of Detention". I have enjoyed reading the correspondence from the members as well as adding my contributions. It goes without saying I look forward to future correspondence with my future Adult Nieces and Nephews. On the 19th October I invited some friends round for a girly night in, of course this evening had the added bonus of an Anonymous house boy to serve all .For those of you who wish to read about the going on of this evening I have written a short account in the " Story Diary"

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She then gave me the choice – to have my mother punish me, or her do it herself and not tell my mother. I told her that she could punish me. She replied: “OK then, go to my room and I will be there in a minute.” Hello everyone again! This story is about my neighbour Sheena aunty. As you guys already know how she’s been using me as her slave in the past. She always comes up with the best ways to bring me under her feet. I don’t know how she does it but seems like I always end up under her feet even if I have wanted to or not. She just makes it happen. Of course I also want to serve her as a servant and not a slave. It doesn’t excite me to be forced to do something just if someone tells me to do. I like it when Sheena aunty plays with my mind and make me do it myself rather than her forcing me. I really find this very sexy!

The suddenly on the 4th day my friend and his dad left for a trip they had planned from before. I was again alone with aunty. I knew something was coming. But the best thing about aunty is that she never does it vanilla. There is always a story with the humiliation. And I was equally excited about that plot this time as well. And here it is.. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.” After maybe 10 more mins she shifted a bit while still talking about her job, grabbed on to her left shoe, put it on my head and used my head as a step to put her foot in it she applied pressures in intervals of time, maybe settling her foot inside the shoe and then tying the laces still while keeping it there. Then without even removing the left shoe from my face, she grabbed her right shoe as well and repeated the same procedure with that one as well. When she had both her shoes on, still keeping her left shoe on my head and putting her right shoe on the floor touching left side of my face with the toe, she stood up balancing the weight on her right shoe that was on the carpet. She was still saying something about her boss, I couldn’t pay attention to that. Still while talking she started applying more and more pressure on my head with her left shoe, I thought of turning it to the side, instinctively I moved my face to my left (big mistake) and just as when I did it, dues to pressure on my head it banged onto the carpet and squeezed between her right shoe that was now partially on top of my nose and lips (which were parted open and her toe and some of the sole was touching my teeth and tongue) and her left shoe that was still putting more pressure on top of my head, Just as when I thought My head was going to explode due to the squeezing. The right shoe went up scratching and pulling my teeth, tongue and part of my eyelashes and finally rested beside the left one on my head. She was now standing on my head and talking about the office! This lady is different lol! If she could do this to a kid, who is of her own’s age, then think what she would do with a grown man!

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I was at home scrolling my phone over all the youtube videos I could see on the feed. P.s. doing nothing lol. I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room. She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!” I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points. Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite.