Aunt Paula Grants My Request to be Spanked

“Well, Michael, I can see that you certainly should have been spanked long before now,” said my Aunt Paula.  Now that I was in place she walked over to my jeans and pulled my wide leather belt free. My stomach was in knots.

I have always been into spanking. I can remember looking at my first cartoon spanking and being aroused at the thought of it happening to me. I explored spanking with girlfriends through college and after, but rarely found the right partner or the total lack of control that I was looking for. I was never really fulfilled, I guess. That all changed last year after our family reunion.

My Uncle died when I was 19 and his second wife was still a big part of the family gatherings. I saw quite a few people that I had not seen for years and enjoyed the reunion, but I was really taken by my Aunt Paula and her easy going nature. She had just retired as a school teacher at the age of 47 and was still living on the small ranch that she and my Uncle worked together before he died. The property was only 80 acres, but she had a 4 bedroom farmhouse, a barn, horse pen, and three ponds that she had to take care of. After talking for quite a while, she asked me if I would like to come out to the ranch and help her for a couple of days. Well, I was free for at least two more weeks before I went back to graduate school, so I said what the heck and told her I would come.

Once the reunion was over, I went by the house and picked up a few things and then made the two hour drive to Aunt Paula’s place. When I pulled through the gate along the long drive, I was amazed. She ran it all like a champ, because I had not been there for at least five years, due to attending college, and the place still looked fantastic. I was excited about being back there again, because it held so many great memories from my past. I had no idea at the time that there were more memories to be made.

I pulled up to the ranch house and Aunt Paula came out onto the porch to greet me. “Well, I was wondering if you were ever going to show up,” she said. “Grab your stuff and come on in, I have supper on the stove.” After she showed me to the room that I remembered staying in so many times before, we sat down to dinner and some catching up. We talked for a long time that night about anything and everything. She had not gotten many visitors in the past six months and since she retired, well, she was kind of lonely. She had two kids from her first marriage and her youngest, Jennifer, had just gone off to college, so she had the whole place to herself. Well, when we finally looked at the clock it was 1:00 a.m. so we decided to head to bed.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen. “Good morning Aunt Paula”, I said. “What ya got cookin?” “Good morning, Michael, I have biscuits and gravy, bacon, and eggs for you, so you will have enough energy to be of some help today.” “Mmmm sounds good to me.” For the first time since I got here I saw Aunt Paula in a different light. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts like me, but she had her hair down and no makeup on. She was beautiful. I have to admit, at that moment I fantasized about her spanking me. I thought about how I could get her to do it and I got quiet. “Well, you got quiet all of a sudden, Michael. What is on your mind,” she asked. “Oh nothing, I am just waking up,” I lied. “Well, you had better wake up if we are going to get the barn cleaned out.” She put a plate in front of me and my stomach brought me back to reality. “I am going to change clothes and get ready, because it is already 9:00 a.m.” “Eat up and get ready before it gets too hot,” she said. With that, she went upstairs and left me to daydream a bit over breakfast.

After a quick breakfast I put on some jeans and made my way out to the barn. Aunt Paula was already there moving hay bails around. I was amazed at how strong this woman was. I mean, she only stood 5’ 6″ and weighed maybe 140 lb, but she moved those bails around like nothing. I really wanted her to spank me now! We worked for a few hours moving things around and cleaning things out and I could not get the thoughts of her spanking me out of my head. I must be nuts, I thought. My Aunt would never go for that, no way. I was thinking about it so much that I was not paying attention with what I was doing and knocked an old antique lantern off the shelf and broke the glass. “Michael, what am I going to do with you,” she said smiling. Now was my opening to test the waters. “I don’t know Aunt Paula maybe you should spank me for it,” I said half joking. I waited for her response in earnest. “Well young man, if you were 15 instead of 26 then that is probably what I would do.” You just need to be more careful from now on or I might just change my mind.” She was the one being cheeky now, but my deviant mind was working overtime.

I did not want to push it too much so that she would think I was weird, but I wanted to pursue it a little more. “So, Aunt Paula, I guess that you spanked Jennifer and Laurie while they were living here then?” She looked at me for a second and smiled. “Yes, Michael, I spanked them until the day that they left if they needed it; most of the time though, they did not need it because they were good girls. However, I just gave Jennifer a dose of the belt last week before she left for her behavior.” I think that she noticed my jaw drop, because I saw a smile on her face. “Why would you ask that question, Michael?” My stomach was doing flips. “Oh, I was just wondering, you know small talk.” I was a terrible liar. “Your parents never spanked you Michael, I know, because your mother would never let your father do it and she could not bring herself to. You turned into a nice young man nevertheless,” she said.

Here was my chance. “I know, Aunt Paula, but I have always wondered about it.” All of my friends growing up were punished that way and I became curious about it.” “Are you telling me that you wanted to be spanked,” she laughed. I froze for a moment as I thought about my response. Here goes nothing I thought. “Yes, I wanted to know what it was like to be punished without having any control over it.” There, I said it. “Michael, there is nothing wrong with fantasy, but a spanking is very painful.” “I know, Aunt Paula, but I would still like to know how it feels and I will not be satisfied until I do.” “Have you ever asked anyone of your girlfriends to do it? “No, I really wanted it to be punishment and not play,” I said. “It needs to happen just the way I picture it in my head, a real punishment spanking for being a naughty boy.”

She laid the rake down and sat on the edge of a hay bail and looked at me. “So, is that how you see me Michael, the motherly figure that will blister your naughty bottom? Have you fantasized about me like that a lot?” “Aunt Paula, honestly, before this morning I never thought about it, but it is all that I have thought about today,” I said. “I have no one else to talk about this with but you.” “Well Michael, she said, you can talk to me about anything, but I do not know if I am the person to fulfill this fantasy with.” “Aunt Paula I respect you and really like you, so who else could it be?” “Michael, you do not know what you are asking, how do I know that you would not tell anyone?” “Aunt Paula, I would not tell anyone and if I did you could punish me harder. I want you to really spank me for being a bad boy. I deserve it.”

“Well Michael, you are going to have to convince me as to why I should spank you.” “Aunt Paula, do you remember the summer I stayed here when I was 17?” “Yes, Michael, I remember, why?” “Well Aunt Paula, it was me that put the two flat tires on the truck.” “I took the truck out after you and Uncle Phil went to town and I drove like a madman through the back field and ran straight through that rock pile back there without slowing down.” “That is how you got two flats on the truck and I cleaned it up before you got home.” “Well Michael, I can see that you certainly should have been spanked long before now, but you still need to give me a better reason.”

“Aunt Paula, the only reason that I can think of is that I would really like you to punish me and make me cry like a naughty boy, so please, will you give me the spanking that I deserve?” “Michael, that is what I was waiting for. You should just come right out and ask for what you want. Yes sir, I will blister your bottom good young man. Now, I want you to come over here to my right side and stand straight with your hands on your head.” I did as she told me to and then she reached up and unfastened my belt and my pants and then pulled my jeans to the floor. I was so nervous now, because we were out in the barn with the doors open and someone could drive up at any time. “Michael, I am going to spank you over my knee like I did the girls and then we will move on to something more deserving for your level of naughtiness. If you do not do what I tell you to, or you struggle, then I will make this more severe. Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am”, I said. “Good, now put that naughty bottom over my lap.” I could barely contain my erection, but I was scared to death. It was a crazy feeling. Aunt Paula pushed my t-shirt up my back and centered my bottom over her lap. My black boxer briefs were all that was shielding my bottom.

I waited for the first spank to land and then “SMACK”, there it was. She wasted no time in peppering my virgin bottom. It was not too bad to begin with, but then she kept hitting the tops of my legs and my sit spots over and over again and it started to sting. Then she stopped. “Okay, Michael, raise your hips please,” she said. I did as she said and felt her fingers in the waistband of my underwear and then felt the cotton pooled around my ankles. Once again she spanked me with those strong hands and it really started me squirming. My butt was on fire. She landed a good one right on the crease and made me almost fall off of her lap. I reached back instinctively to stop the barrage, but she said, “No Sir”, and pinned my arm to the middle of my back. I had tears in my eyes now and started to yelp a little. I think that it only made her spank harder. After what seemed like an eternity, more like fifteen minutes, she stopped.

“Well young man, I can see that you are feeling this and your bottom is a nice shade of red. So how do you like being spanked so far, huh,” she asked. “It hurts like hell, Aunt Paula,” I said. “Good young man, because that was just the warm-up. Now stand up and take those shoes, jeans, and underwear off.” “But, Aunt Paula, you will see me naked,” I said. “That has just earned you some extra, now do what I said before you make me really give it to you!” “Yes Ma’am.” I stood up with a raging hard-on and proceeded to take off all of my clothes from the waist down. “Now, do you see that sawhorse over there? I want you to go and stand on the side of it with your feet spread wide and wait for me.” I hustled over to the sawhorse with my bright red bottom on display. “Put your hands on your head young man!” I did and waited. I heard her going through a cabinet in one of the stalls and then she came up and told me to bend over the horse and grab the legs on the opposite side. Once I was in place she tied my hands to the bottom of the legs and my ankles to the legs in the back. My ass was sticking straight up in the air and I was looking at my hard-on.

Now that I was in place she walked over to my jeans and pulled my wide leather belt free. “Michael, the fact that you lied to me about the truck has really started to get to me and the antique lantern belonged to your great Grandfather. You have been totally irresponsible and it is time that you learned about real punishment.” My stomach was in knots. “THWACK, the first stroke of the belt took my breath away as it hit me high on the back of my legs. “Owwwwwww, please, Aunt Paula, no more!” “Young man, you asked for this punishment, so you will take this punishment.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! She was really lighting up my rear-end! I was crying uncontrollably now and I could not move. She kept raining that belt down onto my naked bottom over and over. When she reached 60 she stopped. “There, Michael, it is all over now”, she said as she rubbed my bottom. “You did great Michael, I am proud of you for asking for this.” I still could not speak. She left me tied for about five minutes so that I could gain my composure and then she let me up. “Now, Michael, you will take off that shirt and stand with your hands on your head in the corner for 15 minutes and you had better not rub that bottom.” I gingerly walked over to the corner and stood with my nose in it. When my time was up she came back in and sat down on the hay bail and told me to lie across her lap again. I lay across her lap and she rubbed lotion onto my burning bottom. It felt so good that my erection came back.

When she finished she stood me up and gave me a hug. “Michael, I hope you know that I will spank you now whenever I see fit.” “Yes Ma’am that is what I want too.” “Good, now let’s go inside and get cleaned up and maybe you can take care of that issue that you have there.” I blushed and tried to cover myself, but what the hell, she has already seen it. “Aunt Paula thank you for spanking me and helping me to ask for what I wanted.” It was everything I was imagining and more.” It sure was, because I had to sit on the couch to eat that night. I can’t wait for the next one.

What He Wants - His Spanking Desires
  • Wish I could have had an experience like that. My experience at 12 was accidentally seeing a friend getting spanked. I told Mom and asked her to spank me like that – she had a good laugh but I got no spanking.

  • As a teenager, I had a similar spanking experience, except it was done by my uncle in a city environment. Since then it has been rarely repeated and I still miss it.

  • That sounds like a great spanking. I like the hand accross my naked bottom, too, as a warm-up followed by the belt. My wife is strong and is new at this. She says she wants to please me – it’s a good spanking I need because of my attitude. I told her one weekend awhile ago of my desire to be spanked. What the hell, I thought, I told her of my panty fetish the same weekend – I just went for it. Now she has gone shopping for panties that fit. I love when she pulls my panties down and spanks my bottom red.

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