Extract from Bare Behind

Penny is spanked by her own aunt

'You need to be smacked, don't you, Penny dear?'

I nodded, now completely unable to speak. Aunt Elaine had spoken gently, her tone full of sympathy and consideration. It was not at all what I'd expected, and had caught me completely off guard.

'Oh dear,' she sighed. 'Many women do, you know. I suppose it's just one of those things. Still, it is one of those things that should definitely be kept private, and, I think, in this instance, strictly between ourselves.'

Again I nodded. Her tone had changed as she had spoken, taking on an authority, a certainty, to make her sound exactly like my mother.

'You will want to be bare behind, I imagine,' she went on.

That was it. No choice, no discussion, just the assumption that it was going to happen and that I would need my panties taken down. For a third time I nodded.

'As well now as latter,' she said, and pushed back her chair.

I stood, shaking hard as I fumbled for the button of my jeans. It came open as I reached her. She was watching, very calm. I tugged open my fly. My thumbs went into my waistband, to push down my jeans, to my knees. I rolled up my top, giving clear access to my panties.

Elaine patted her lap. I went down, across her knee, closing my eyes as my hands found the floor, to squeeze out two heavy tears as I began to cry. She moved a little, raising my bottom into a better position for spanking. Her arm encircled my waist, pulling me to her, and she began to take down my panties.

My face was screwed up, tears welling from my eyes, my throat blocked by a huge lump as the little triangle of white cotton that covered my bottom was peeled away, to leave my cheeks bare, naked, nude, ready for punishment. I felt so tiny, so humble, as if I was nothing, so insignificant that it didn't matter at all that I had my panties down, that I was showing, bare behind as she said, my pussy naked to the air, my bumhole visible, about to be spanked, by my own Aunt...

She didn't fondle me, didn't even stroke my bum or pull my cheeks apart, any of the things a lover would have done, or a dirty old man. She simply spanked me, starting with a firm, deliberate swat across the fat of my cheeks and settling down to an even, steady rhythm. There were no clever tricks, no subtle touches of sadism, just firm, stern smacks, hard enough to sting and set my cheeks bouncing, but no more.

That didn't stop me crying. I absolutely howled, full of shame and misery and an unbearable level of humiliation, totally abandoned, with the tears streaming down my face, my feet drumming on the ground and my fists clenched tight in helpless frustration at what was being done to me, and my own reaction.

I was wet, soaking, my pussy leaking juice down my thighs and onto her lap, smeared up between my buttocks, to make odd little sucking noises as the slaps and my fevered kicking made my cheeks open and close. I knew she could see, and anyone, any other spanker I knew would have laughed at my blatant, helpless arousal, that or suck a finger up my sopping pussy. Elaine didn't, but went on spanking, smack after rhythmic smack, as I squirmed in what had become an open, unrestrained tantrum.

That spanking seemed to go on forever, the stinging slaps, my hot, throbbing bottom and the woman who was punishing me my whole world, until at last she stopped, as suddenly as she had begun, and with as little fanfare. It didn't matter. I was a punished brat, nothing more, and as I ran from the room in floods of tears, my lowered panties clutched to my pussy, she calmly went back to her lunch.

In her room I threw myself down on the bed, bawling my eyes out and thumping the coverlet with my fists. I was burning with humiliation and self-pity, blind with tears, furious with my aunt, and with myself. That didn't stop me. In moment my hands had gone down, one to my pussy, one to my bottom. I began to masturbate, a hand pressed to my hot bum, one finger in the ring of my anus, another rubbing my pussy with desperate urgency, not over a fantasy, but simply because I'd been spanked, because my jeans and panties were down and my bum was pink, because I'd had no choice, because I'd been punished...

I came, so suddenly and with such a violent contraction of my muscles that my scream was as much shock as ecstasy. It was uncontrollable, my body bucking on the bed, my fingers snatching at my pussy, my thighs wide to the air, and my smacked bottom the absolute centre of my existence. I shut my eyes as that first, searing hot peak passed and I kept them closed as I held the second; one, long moment of pure, beautiful pleasure before collapsing in confusion and self-pity.

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