If she gets used to you spending the night after a few times, she may start wearing chemise around the house or just wearing a towel after coming out of the shower! The goal is to get her feeling comfortable with you around the house as if you are just family. Then after the kids go to sleep you two can stay up talking while she dries her hair or relaxes in her PJ’s.

Can I please rub my bottom I asked. Of course you can my mother said and I desperately tried to rub the sting away. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” After that day, all I could think about was I would love to spanked by her like that! I know she is a relative and I am not looking for ** or any kind of relationship. That would be wrong and destroy our family. But she just has this amazing body, is in great physical shape, and I can't help but think I would give anything to be spanked by her, hopefully on a regular basis! I knew I was compelled to ask. It was not a choice. I heard a disembodied whisper that I hardly recognised. 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.

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However, if your right and getting your bottom strapped like that left you feeling turned on (which is not usual or dirty) then you’ve got plenty of time to enjoy these things in the future. I wouldn’t deliberately do anything to get strapped by your mom you might find the experience different and a lot more painful a second time. Although, if your desperate to get the sensation again then there’s nothing to stop you from using your own belts/hairbrush/slippers against your own bottom as a form of masturbation – that MIGHT give you the same sensation again, just be careful whatever you do!! And finally, remember discipline is done out of love and she really cares for you, even if she does have to remove her belt, take down your pants, and toss you over her knee for good session you won’t forget. Ever! Done out of love, of course. 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. She let me go after five swats, but as per the rules the loser has to go over the knee of the spanker next morning for a hand spanking (over the clothes). This kills when your ** is already red hot! I went across her lap and got fifty spankings on my bottom, 25 on each side alternating. Recently one of my aunts move into our town from another area, after breaking up from a long relationship. She is my mom's younger sister and is in her thirties. She has been over to visit many times and even had long talks with me about my school and how I am doing, always offering helpful advice and support. She's also single and lives on her own with two small kids in our area. I find her attractive and somehow she just really turns me on!

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. Don't confuse an adrenalin rush with a turn on. They can act like the same but are totally two different things. We can get an adrenalin rush for any number of things that make our blood boil and being punished is in the top of those. So you most likely had that and read your symptoms wrong and just imagined you were aroused. Be careful of that or when you do get a guy and they are mean to you, you will have a hard time getting out of their hateful clutches and can get into some really 'beat up' situations from it. But the moment I knew I was going to be paddled or strapped or switched for that matter I'd start to tremble with excitment. lol the old 'wait till your father gets home' thing never worked on me!! I'd literally be wetting my pants waiting. lol Thank you for expressing yourself and your desires so well. I admire your honesty, sincerity and, above all, respect you have for her, for not wanting to harm your aunt, or your relationship between you, your aunt, and family. Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still loved him though, I could tell.

My girlfriend always used to tell me: be careful what you wish for! Well, like you, I wanted the spanking, and lost the game on purpose. But did I ever regret it. The first swat stung really bad, by the time we got to around swat number 4 I was begging for her to stop.

When I was 15 years old I was very fascinated by the idea of being spanked over the knee of a strict woman. My aunt asked me to set the table. We had dinner and made small talk about nothing in particular. After dinner my aunt asked me to come over so she could have a look at me. She told me that I looked very good. She trimmed my hair and combed it into a much more feminine style. Would she be open to it and, importantly, keep it secret from my family (and everyone else!). Obviously, it would have be done when her kids are not home or when I am alone at home, but that rarely happens with my family. The one ** time I was alone with her, talking about school and life in the living room, my stupid, nosey sister had to come join in. She's the one who should be spanked! 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 would like to tell you about something that happened to me when I was a boy of 14 years old. Firstly I was a slim "pretty" boy of average height, small boned and with quite feminine features. For as long as I can remember I liked to play dress-up with dolls and put on girl's clothes. Since puberty, this had taken on a whole new excitement.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. As a mom who disciplines, as per your story, this will make her defensive and angry! She will also resent you criticizing your parents, (her own sister of course), and upset by your carefree, typical teenage attitude, and realize you need more discipline in your life, not less. In town, we walked from shop to shop. I was being introduced as Julie and no one seemed to question my being a girl. How exciting it was. In fact, most people thought I was the most attractive. What fun. Sue and I spent the morning flirting with the boys and when the opportunity presented itself bending over counters causing our skirts to be pulled up and giving the boys a good look at our panties. It is amazing what fun it was teasing the men and boys.

The point is, all this wondering, built up an incredible amount of anticipation, so much so that by the time I got home I was tingling with a mixture of fear, anticipation and what I now know to be sexual excitement. These thoughts and imaginings had aroused me sexually and my nether-regions were on fire, if you know what I mean. So by the time my mum told me to bend over for what was to be the slippering of my life and her shoe came to rest on my bottom, I nearly had an orgasm. At the time I didn’t recognise the feeling for what it (nearly) was, but I now know that’s what happened. Like you I was walloped pretty hard but although my bottom was stinging like it had never been before and I was tearful, I was quivering all over with excitement and my pants were wet. The excitement lasted for a few hours, then I calmed down, and things pretty much returned to normal. My mother asked why I wanted her to spank me and blushingly I told her my fantasies while feeling very embarrassed.Ma’am?...’ Though I thought I knew what she meant, the moment had such a surreal quality that I think I was looking for reassurance that this was real, rather than questioning her judgment. Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" As you get older you might decide to try out some of your fantasies in reality, with whoever you'll be dating then, but for now I see no reason that you talk about it with anyone you know. It's just a part of your developing sexuality but certainly not something that defines you as a person that much that it needs to be shown to the world;)