by Carlton Kristain
(This narrative is from the "Letters to the Editor" feature in the summer 2010 edition of Matrons' Domestic Disciplinary Digest.)
Dear Madame Matron,
I'm a newlywed who is now embarking on my own domestic disciplinary journey as a wife, although it's the marital status rather than the relationship itself that is relatively new since my husband Colin has been subject to sound bare-bottom blisterings at my hand - wielding various spanking implements - since he first became my boyfriend almost a decade ago. However, what I'm writing to you about is a change-in-situation rite of passage that I was generously included within by my wonderful Aunt Barbara.
Although I've always referred to her as Aunt Barbara at her request, she's actually the wife of my mother's first cousin, Paul, so technically she's my first cousin 'once removed' by marriage-but the affection and admiration that I feel for her certainly justifies my considering her to be at the very least my favorite aunt.
This past January, in the middle of the month, Aunt Barbara reached her fiftieth birthday and had invited some of her close friends and relatives to a modest Saturday night celebration at a moderately upscale restaurant, a 'pay-your-own-way' meal. Most of her female friends are fellow members of an organization called the Sisterhood for Spousal Correction, whose 'sisters' practice regular corporal punishment - meaning frequent emphatic spankings on their husbands' naked buttocks, within their respective marriages and sometimes with other married couples as well.
Since the guests included a few of Aunt Barbara's professional colleagues from the university who were unaware of her domestic disciplinary relationship with cousin Paul, there were no CP-oriented gifts given that evening and no references to birthday fanny-tanning traditions at the time either, but all females present who possessed 'spanking privileges' over Paul were privately invited to stop by at Aunt Barbara's house at three o'clock the following afternoon for a spanking ceremony commemorating her birthday. All the invitees managed to make it there on time, in fact I'd say that altogether we were an eager bunch of witnesses for the impending pants-down paddling that was anticipated-because even though it was Aunt Barbara's birthday that was being celebrated, by longstanding Sisterhood practice it was Paul's exposed posterior that was going to be walloped quite extensively.
I won't go into the details here, suffice it to say that my beautiful honorary aunt received a loving birthday gift from my mother and myself - an acrylic Lexan paddle with a transparent heart-shaped striking surface dotted by numerous small beveled holes, both its no-slip rubber handle and the trim around its edges colored a bright crimson.
"It's for double duty, Aunt Barbara," I pointed out proudly, since its purchase had been my idea. "To administer your birthday spanking today and your Valentine's Day whomping of Paul's bare behind next month too."
She kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you, I'm certain that Paul appreciates it too since he'll be getting as much benefit from it as I will. Isn't that correct, honeybun?"
My blushing cousin, the only person of the masculine persuasion present at that time, nodded nervously. "Umm... thank you, Bethie - and you too, Miriam." Then he abruptly yipped as that brand-spanking-new paddle twice connected sharply to the seat of his powder blue 'Doctor Denton' pajama outfit, which was momentarily still covering his hindquarters.
"Hugs and kisses to show your gratitude," Aunt Barbara admonished her husband. "Try to show some manners." He quickly gave me a brief embrace and lightly kissed my lips, then he did the same to Mom.
Aunt Brittany (also an honorary form of address), my mother's childhood friend who once was Paul's girlfriend, shook her head in mock disapproval. "This reprobate just doesn't get his buns toasted nearly enough, that's why he's so inconsiderate."
A mere minute later, almost as if in response to that playfully critical comment, Paul found himself bent way over Aunt Barbara's left knee with her right leg clamped down atop the backs of his thighs, a position that left his rear end sticking starkly upward although still protected by his pajamas' three button seat flap.
"Brittie, Beth and Miriam, if you'd each unbutton one place then I'll unveil my naughty boy's 'seat of learning' and get down to the business at hand - well, at paddle actually."
We complied immediately, chortling at Paul's plight, then Aunt Barbara pulled down the 'trap door' to reveal his fully-rounded yet firmly-toned gluteal globes, which were pristinely pale and smooth - Aunt Barbara shaves them closely several times a week and applies aloe cream or baby oil to them every night, giving those nether moons a youthful look in spite of their owner being well into middle age.
Aunt Brittany snickered at the view. "Look at that snow-white derriere. When was the last time you worked it over with your whipping strap, Barb?"
"I've held back from giving my loving life mate any bare assed butt beatings for the past four days because I wanted him to provide me with a perfect target for today," Aunt Barbara explained. "Boy, am I ever going to plaster that helpless bare hiney right now though. This is going to be such great fun - for all of us, of course, especially including Paul, since I'm going to make him really weep and wail for me!"
Then she did exactly that, after pinning my cousin's upturned right wrist against the small of his back as I handed her the Lexan paddle. "Happy birthday again, Aunt Barbara," I told her with a wide grin, "And happy bare-bottom paddy whacking to you, dear cousin," I added while ruffling Paul's gray-streaked dark blond hair. The first SMACK!! of that wicked spanking implement impacted smartly against his lower right butt cheek a second later, making him wince and gasp with its stinging intensity.
"One," all of us feminine observed chorused gleefully, and we repeated that count four seconds later as the paddle's hard, multi-holed striking surface cracked across Paul's left buttock round just above the thigh crease. Since each of the male recipient's southern hemispheres is the same age there should be a separate sizzling swat given to both of them for each year of age (plus the traditional "one to grow on"), that's by Sisterhood standards for birthday spankings-which are always to be applied to husbandly unprotected posteriors, regardless of which spouse's birthday it is.
With seven women cheering her onward and counting the doubled wallops of the birthday paddle atop her beloved victim's bouncing bare bum cheeks, Aunt Barbara delivered a blistering-hard, red-assed shellacking that had him shortly reduced to sobbing and howling, followed by hapless blubbering by the time the 102nd smack of that wicked Lexan spanker had plastered the fiery hot 'sit spots' at the bottom of his bottom.
Paul was ordered to stand in the corner, leaning with his nose touching both walls and his palms upturned with his wife's transparent birthday paddle lying atop them, displaying his glowing bright red rump for us relaxing ladies to view and make teasing remarks about - and we made them plenty loud, noting how ideally spankable his south side was and how buoyantly it had bounced under every stroke of the paddle that connected to it.
"Do you think my sweet cousin's flaming fanny has been given enough scorching heat?" I snidely asked Aunt Barbara after ten minutes of corner time had passed. "Or does he need to bring that Lexan seat-stinger over to me and go across my sexy thighs for a repeat performance?"
"What do you think, sweetheart?" she demanded of her embarrassed husband. "Would you like to go bare bottom up over Beth's knee right now, so she can give you my birthday spanking from her with that lovely Lexan rump smacker you're holding?"
Paul gulped before replying. "Uhh ... Yes, dear, I'd be happy to take your birthday spanking from Bethie, if that's your desire."
Aunt Barbara pretended to ponder the issue before continuing. "Well, Paul my love, I'm going to let Beth, Brittie and Miriam administer my fiftieth birthday ass thrashing on your chubby caboose this afternoon, that will result in your naked fanny being tanned good and proper four times today, then the rest of our guests - Pamela, Miranda, Christie and Candy - can arrange to drop by during the week to take their cracks at your bare behind, using the new paddle or any other spanking implement they desire. Tomorrow's a holiday, so they'd have all day to come over and spank your naked nates to a red hot fare thee well then." She beamed at the rest of us women. "How does that sound to you, ladies?"
Pamela, the local Sisterhood chapter coordinator, smiled smugly. "Fine, Barb, although I'm going to claim a prerogative of rank and use two implements - my Lexan 'rod of correction' is too severe to apply all one-hundred-and-two strokes with, so I'll administer three dozen with it and the rest over my lap with the Jokari paddle." She addressed my trembling cousin pointedly. "Let's say tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Paul dear, there's no point in wasting the day and I'm going to stretch the session out with some corner time and lots of kissing of my gorgeous derriere on your part."
"Then that's settled," Aunt Barbara stated cheerfully. "There's a couple of conditions to your delivering my birthday walloping to my beloved spouse, Beth," she informed me.
I was puzzled. "Yes, Aunt Barbara?"
She chuckled. "First of all, even though this will be a playful paddling and not an actual punishment, I must insist that you treat me with respect and show absolutely no mercy to my darling husband's bare bottom. It's my rite of passage ceremony, after all, and my birthday wish is that my loving spankee proxy be paddy whacked with extreme prejudice,"
I tittered delightedly. "Your wish is my desire - he's going to be bawling like a baby, I promise you that. So what else, Aunt Barbara?"
"Afterwards, he must honor you with at least five minutes of kissing your sweet little fanny, preferably on the bare but without any frontal exposure, of course - and if it's not grateful enough for your full satisfaction, I'll expect you here at ten o'clock tonight and we'll both give him a long, blistering-hard, bare assed leathering with my whipping strap for being disrespectful to you. So are we in agreement on all this, Beth?"
I nodded, determined that no matter how much I enjoyed that ass worshipping courtesy of my humbled cousin, it wasn't going to be considered satisfactory. "Absolutely and completely, Aunt Barbara."
Miranda guffawed. "Well, in that case it's time for our beautiful birthday girl's substitute spankee to toddle over to Beth, hand her the paddle, ask for a very hard spanking and bend over her knee."
"You heard her, dear cousin," my mother instructed curtly. "March, young man!"
Two minutes later, Paul was indeed jackknifed over my left thigh and held in the same restraint position that Aunt Barbara had employed earlier, and I was enjoying the thrill of vigorously smacking his upthrust and unprotected posterior with the Lexan fanny-tanner that he'd proffered to me, with an embarrassed shiver, before requesting that I administer his wife's birthday spanking atop his own bare bottom.
Although I was giggling with unabashed glee, I still whacked Paul's perfectly-positioned derriere with extreme enthusiasm, repeatedly cracking that heart shaped paddle's smooth polymer striking surface against the 'spank spot' at the plumpest, most tender part of his openly exposed ass cheeks while he futilely kicked, yelped, blubbered and finally ended up whimpering in surrender.
Still, I continued to wail away at my hapless cousin's rapidly reddening rump, the paddle swats becoming even more energetic as I developed an effective spanking rhythm while the older womanly witnesses clapped, laughed and enumerated the stinging swats. Even though it was Aunt Barbara's birthday we were celebrating, it seemed that the pleasure was all mine.
That's as much as I have time to tell you so far, but there was even more spanking-good female fun, again at the expense of my cousin Paul's poor punished hind end, the following weekend. I'll get back to you on that, Madame Matron, as soon as I can. It makes me smile just to remember it.
Bethany K, Whop Holler, February 2010
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