Now Danny, this can either be a pleasant experience, or it can be an unpleasant one. The choice will be entirely up to you." I was puzzled. "Um.. Ok. But, could you please call me Dan?"

I could feel the swats to my rear. I had my underpants for cover though. I was determined not to let her get the best of me. I just lay still and let her spank me. After a few minutes, however my rear was starting to feel a little warm. I didn't like the feeling at all and started to squirm. A few minutes later the swats stopped. 'That wasn't bad. I can handle this' I thought. I moved to get up, but was pushed down again. I could hear the firm voice of my aunt.Danny, we need to talk." she said in her quiet voice. "Not now, at the commercial, and for the last time, CALL ME DAN!!!" was my polite response to her. When the commercial came on, she resumed. "Dan, we need to talk." Now, we have already dealt with your initial disobedience, now we must deal with your constant swearing."

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?" I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it." "Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone Ah, you must be Danny. I've heard a lot about you. Come with me to the car." I didn't know what else to do, so I went with her. Something in her tone compelled me to obey. When we were in the car, I ventured some questions.I could feel some pressure on my rear end. I thought the spanking had begun and felt relieved. I was wrong. Aunt Christine was just getting a feel for my rear. The pressure left my rear and suddenly. You better get it for me." I snapped. There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Besides, you will be wearing the top part during the rest of the spanking." I never did well in school. I didn't really care. I had people to see, places to go, things to do. Besides, what did it matter? It was only 8th grade. I thought that I was a big deal. At 13, I was spoiled rotten. It was summer vacation. I loved summer. It was my chance to catch up on TV shows I missed and play video games that I loved. It was also a chance to sleep late and not have to deal with those annoying teachers. 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 want you to pay attention. I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week." She said. There was nothing outstanding about the interior. It seemed like a home. Aunt Christine gave me the grand tour of the house. Two bathrooms, one upstairs, one downstairs, bedrooms upstairs (both hers and mine), kitchen, dining room and living room. She told me to sit down in the living room, which I did. She sat down across from me and saidPrices (for pun­ish­ment ses­sions giv­en to a high stan­dard but with­out com­plex addi­tion­al requirements) 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?" I can, and I will when the situation warrants it." "I have enrolled you into a very good private school. 99% of its students go to the best universities. They practice corporal punishment as well."

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.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 spanking continued on my bare bottom. I couldn't believe how much more it hurt on the bare bottom then covered. My rear was already warm from the covered spanking so I was already squirming with the first swat. Aunt Christine never said anything. It seemed that all of her mind was set on spanking. After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, I was starting to sob. I started asking her, politely, to stop. My requests fell on deaf ears. Eventually she stopped. 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.