by Peter Martin
Jack found it surprisingly funny. He was twenty-five-years-old, a trainee doctor, had never been spanked by his mum, but for the last three months had been regularly spanked by his aunt.
It had started innocently enough. Jack was struggling with some of the medical exams. His aunt was a senior doctor, and when Jack's mum told her step-sister about his struggle, she immediately offered to help.
Jack and his Aunt Simone lived some way apart, although equidistant from the hospital. Both Jack and his aunt were working shifts of six days on and three off so they were never sure when they would be able to meet up to study. Therefore, it was agreed that Jack would go and stay with his Aunt Simone, study at her house, and whenever she was home they would work together through any of his problem areas. That was fine with Aunt Simone, but not quite so comfortable for Jack. The uncomfortable feeling emanated from Jack's younger days when his mum used Aunt Simone as the threat that either he behave or he would be sent to Aunt Simone. That was the threat; the mantra.
Aunt Simone knew she was used as the threat and didn't mind. It meant whenever she saw Jack he was exceptionally well behaved.
Aunt Simone had never married and was at 53-years-old, attractive with shortish black hair which Jack now knows was coloured. She was usually smartly dressed except when at home when she wore almost anything she fancied.
For the first couple of weeks Jack was really helped by his aunt's assistance, and although usually he suffered from a lack of concentration, he found he focussed much better when he was with his aunt. It didn't last though, particularly as the studying itself got so much harder. Aunt Simone kept telling her nephew he was quite capable of learning even the more difficult work but Jack was not so sure.
One day though Aunt Simone was a little short-tempered as Jack's mind was wandering as he was finding a particular piece of work tough going. Aunt Simone as usual had a plate of biscuits on the table and Jack took one just when he got an answer ridiculously wrong.
Aunt Simone snapped, "Pay attention, Jack."
Jack tried but failed to understand the problem and absentmindedly took another biscuit.
Aunt Simone snapped, "Jack, maybe less biscuits and more brainpower?"
Jack focussed again but a few minutes later he put his hand out to take another biscuit but wasn't paying attention until he felt the smack on the back of his hand.
"Ouch," Jack let out.
Aunt Simone said seriously, "I told you, Jack, focus,"
Jack's hand stung from the smack but when he looked again at the page it suddenly all made sense and he started answering his aunt's questions correctly.
"See, Jack, what focus can do?" Aunt Simone said jubilantly.
They took a break and then an hour later Jack was set another problem and again he struggled. He asked what Aunt Simone thought was a rather silly question, and without any warning she again smacked Jack's hand, and again once he focussed on the problem, he saw the answer.
Aunt Simone joked, "Maybe we have the answer to your lack of concentration, Jack?"
Jack laughed again and when about to start the next question playfully held his hand out and his aunt smacked him even harder.
Jack grunted and his aunt's eyes blazed as she said sternly, "Maybe that's it Jack. If you get an answer wrong or lose concentration I will smack your hand. It's worked so far, hasn't it?"
Jack swallowed hard as he pondered what to say in response. Yes, it had worked as each time his aunt smacked his hand his concentration level went up, but surely that wasn't really what made him get the answers right, he pondered? But maybe it was worth a try? His aunt stared fixedly at her nephew, wanting the twenty-five-year-old to accept. Jack bit his lip, wanting to say yes as he found his aunt rather sexy when her eyes blazed like they were doing now, and he didn't really mind too much being smacked by her. Suddenly he realised he actually had an erection and thought that was a sign, so disregarding the work altogether he decided to agree.
"OK Aunty, let's do it."
Jack laughed to himself as after all these years he had been sent to his aunt, and she really was 'dealing' with him. Jack had a warm glow from the decision, an even stiffer erection, but his smile turned to a more worried look when his aunt got up, went to the desk and took out a heavy twelve-inch ruler.
When she sat down again she said with a smile, "The work is getting harder, Jack, so I reckon harder smacks will be called for." Aunt Simone kept smiling as she held the ruler and pointed to the book, saying quite sternly, "This page, Jack, and then the question at the end."
Aunt Simone tapped the page with the ruler and got up to allow her nephew to study the page. Five minutes later Aunt Simone sat down again, looked at the blank bit of paper in front of her nephew, and asked, "Well Jack, what's the answer?"
Jack was struggling and said a plaintive, "I'm not sure Aunty. I think..."
"Think! Hold out your hand, Jack."
Jack held out his hand and watched his aunt place the ruler across his palm. He looked at her eyes which were blazing beautifully but they were only focussed on the palm of his hand. Next second the ruler was raised and smacked down hard on Jack's open palm.
"Don't think, Jack, do," his aunt snapped.
Aunt Simone lifted the ruler again and gave the twenty-five-year-old another hard smack with the ruler. Jack gasped, bit his lip, felt his hand sting, saw the ruler placed across his palm again, and looked at his aunt's stern looking eyes. He watched as the ruler was raised again and once again brought down hard on his palm.
Aunt Simone snapped, "Right, Jack, look and learn." Aunt Simone then explained the first part of the answer and Jack realised how easy the question actually was and gave the rest of the answer himself.
"See Jack, focus and you get it."
Jack did see and even though his hand stung he knew he had learnt something today. They spent another hour on various questions and although Aunt Simone smacked Jack's hands about two dozen times, he learnt a lot that day. Afterwards, Aunt Simone made supper and they chatted quite happily but invariably the conversation turned to Aunt Simone's use of the ruler and she asked, "Well Jack, it's certainly interesting how you respond better to the thought of being smacked."
"I suppose, Auntie," Jack accepted, sounding reluctant but knowing from the stiffness of his penis he found the idea stimulating to say the least.
He watched as Aunt Simone washed up the dinner things. When at home Jack always left his mum to wash up dry up and put away the things. Today though he stood up as soon as his aunt ordered, "Come on Jack you can dry and then help put away."
It never even entered his head to refuse. He looked at his aunt in a new light and told himself how much he actually liked being under her control.
"Well Jack, later on you have the final test of the day. It's a hard one but easily within your capability, so I think an incentive will help. I will be giving you two smacks of the ruler for every wrong answer."
Jack did the sums. Twenty questions. Half wrong meant twenty smacks and two very stingy hands. He knew he was digging himself in deeper and deeper allowing his aunt to smack him, but it wasn't discipline of course, just encouragement, and so he said, "OK Auntie, deal."
"Good; now let's finish off washing up the dinner things."
They chatted happily whilst Aunt Simone washed and Jack dried. When it came to putting away, Jack just didn't know where everything went. Aunt Simone flashed orders and smiled as Jack tried to remember where all the things went. He bent down and looked in one floor cupboard but realised he had chosen the wrong one. He was about to stand up when his aunt came up behind him and gave him a slap on his bottom. Jack shot up to see a smiling aunt and her eyes beautifully flashing he thought.
"Sorry, Auntie, which cupboard?" Jack blushed as he waited obediently for his sexily strict aunt to answer.
It immediately dawned on both Aunt Simone and Jack that Jack hadn't complained; in fact Jack had even apologised for making the mistake. Aunt Simone saw the bulge in her nephew's trousers and the twenty-five-year-old blushed and asked sheepishly again, "Which cupboard, Auntie?"
Aunt Simone pointed to the correct cupboard. A few seconds later when Jack again chose the wrong cupboard he sensed his aunt crossing the room. He grimaced just before his aunt landed another smack on his bottom and said sternly, pointing angrily, "No Jack, the cupboard over there."
Jack went to the correct cupboard and picked up a pan and decided to look around the kitchen to try to remember which cupboard.
"Come on, Jack, focus, just like your revision. Which cupboard?"
Jack did try to focus but he looked at his aunt standing with her hands on her hips, staring at him so sternly. "That one?" he offered, uncertainly.
Aunt Simone shrugged her shoulders and said casually, "Your choice Jack so go and see."
Both Aunt Simone and Jack walked over to the cupboard. Jack bent down and opened it and saw immediately it was the wrong one. The next second Jack's bottom was hit with another spank.
"Two smacks next time, Jack," Aunt Simone said testily.
Jack didn't argue and now accepted his aunt's request. He chose another cupboard and again that was wrong. Knowing his aunt was already standing next to him he stayed bent over as she gave him two spanks. Both knew the smacks didn't hurt as Jack was wearing trousers, but there was a control issue which both realised, and both knew they wanted to enforce. Jack found having his aunt in control most definitely arousing, and whilst he wasn't sure why he had an erection the whole time he was trying to find the right cupboards.
Simone was enjoying actually carrying out what her sister had threatened she would do all those years ago. She liked being in control. She had never tried to spank any of her boyfriends but often wanted to, but none she went out with wanted to accept her deciding everything either. Simone therefore enjoyed now being able to boss her nephew around and loved the playful spanks. She gave Jack two more spanks and said in a deliberately wearisome tone, "Are you even trying, Jack?"
"Yes, Aunt Simone," Jack lied. He was wondering what it might be like to have his aunt smack him on his underpants.
Simone had similar thoughts and decided it was worth the risk, saying, "You know Jack, I think I'm not hurting you enough, so I'm going to count the spanks you earn and then put you over my knee and give them all to you in one go."
Jack licked his lips and blushed and realised he was getting an even stiffer erection as his aunt spoke with such confidence and so dominantly.
Simone saw the bulge in Jack's pants and said sternly, "Now put all the things away as I'm counting." Simone's heart was pounding. She wasn't sure she should be dealing with her nephew like this but he seemed happy enough to play along and it was only an extension to her smacking his hands with the ruler when he lost concentration.
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