by LSF Publications
by Stephen de Medici
Jessica and Steve were clearing up lunch - leftover Christmas food - when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. They weren't expecting anyone. Jessica, a 5 foot 5 petite brunette, looked quizzically at her slim six foot tall husband of three years. Steve shrugged silently, having no more idea who it was than his pretty wife.
"I'll go," Steve offered and made his way along the almost bare hallway towards the front door. The stained glass panel showed the shadow of a stout female form. His puzzled frown deepened as he reached for the door handle.
Standing on the door step was a formidable middle-aged woman, classically handsome rather than pretty or beautiful, and she had about her an aura of power. This aura was almost palpable and, as it was early January, supplemented by what seemed like steam coming off her head and clothing. All in all, it was a daunting sight for Steve. He knew the lady. It was his mother's sister, Aunt Edith, and she looked decidedly cross.
"Auntie!" Steve said with surprise. "Wha..?" Before he could get the rest of his query out Edith walked forward, forcing him to step aside and open the door fully to allow her entry.
"Good day to you too, Stephen," Edith stated as she passed her nephew. "Close the door, dear, it's rather chilly out."
A chill that had nothing to do with the cold ran up his spine. Usually, only his mother called him Stephen and only when he had been in trouble as a child. Hearing his aunt say it caused unaccountable squirming in the pit of his stomach. Jessica had come to the kitchen door to find out who was calling on them the day after New Year's Day so Edith strode forwards in her sensible shoes and Jessica gave way to allow this somehow threatening figure to enter the kitchen. Stephen followed, still puzzled as to why they were receiving a rare visit from his dour aunt. Edith undid her sensible overcoat and imperiously handed it to Steve, revealing a knee-length tweed skirt, white blouse and deep purple cardigan that clothed her slightly-stout figure. At 45 she still looked trim but... substantial... was the word most people used when describing her - though not to her face!
Steve hung up her coat while Jessica offered their unexpected visitor a cup of tea. Edith accepted the offer and sat at the pine kitchen table.
"Happy New Year, Auntie," Steve finally managed to say as he rejoined them in the kitchen. "You're looking well."
"Fit as a fiddle," Edith replied. There was a subtle uplift of the corners of her mouth which Steve had rarely seen. Steve had always thought his aunt to be an unhappy woman from having lost her husband to a work accident some ten years previously. She was the elder sister to his mother and, Steve assumed, took her seniority rather too seriously, like being the matriarch of the family was a serious matter.
Jessica placed the filled teapot on the place-mat in the middle of the kitchen table along with cups, saucers, milk and sugar before sitting with Steve. "To what do we owe the honour of this visit, Auntie?" she asked as she smoothed her short pleated skirt at the back before sitting her plump bottom on the chair.
"I'm glad you asked, dear." Edith had her handbag on her lap. "Do sit down, Stephen," she commanded and added more softly, "While you can."
Neither Stephen nor Jessica could quite believe their ears. Had she really said that?!
Edith opened her handbag and laid a Christmas card on the centre of the table. The young couple's eyes followed the motion and focused on the face of the card. Their eyes widened and their faces paled, before flushing a deep red. They naturally recognised it. The picture on the front showed Jessica standing haughtily behind and to one side of a nude male bending over the end of the bed. Jessica wore just stockings and high heels and held a slim cane in one hand which rested on the lower back of the male. The male's face was visible in a strategically placed mirror. It was Stephen. And his bottom was criss-crossed with vivid crimson welts.
Both Jessica and Stephen were stunned. How had Auntie Edith gotten hold of one of their special Christmas cards!? The ones they only sent to couples who shared their 'special' interests. Oh gods!
Their minds quailed in almost telepathic concert.
"How...?" Jessica licked suddenly dry lips, but before she could continue her query, Edith interrupted.
"The envelope was addressed to me, but the greeting inside was to a couple called Jennifer and Paul."
Stephen squirmed in acute embarrassment, unable to meet his aunt's eyes. Jessica began to recover more quickly. "Oh I am so sorry, Aunt Edith! Somehow the cards got mixed up."
"So I surmised." Only Jessica noticed the slight lift of Edith's lips and was suddenly relieved. That slight sardonic look meant Edith was not as upset as she had at first appeared to be. "But who, might I ask," she continued in a soft but dangerous tone of voice, "put the wrong card in the wrong envelope?"
Steve gulped, looking suddenly abashed as, first Jessica and then his aunt, focused their eyes in his direction. Edith nodded and turned back to Jessica, who was still glaring at her husband. "Just as I surmised. Stephen was always rather... haphazard... as a boy and I see he has not changed much since."
"Yes, he does have a tendency to do half-arsed jobs!" Jessica agreed and then realised what she had said. "Oh! I do apologise, Aunt Edith."
"No need, dear," Edith reassured her. "But a half-arsed job deserves a full-arsed punishment, don't you agree?!"
Steve was now squirming in his seat, bottom tingling with foreboding, as his aunt and wife spoke back and forth.
Edith leaned forward and tapped the offending Christmas card. "And I see you are no stranger to administering such punishments! Jessica coloured slightly but nodded and looked back and forth at Edith, the card and her flushed-faced husband before coming to a decision. "Well, he certainly deserves a sound punishment this time!" Jessica's face became stern. "Boy, go into the living-room and get ready."
Steve paled and looked pleadingly at his strict wife, but knew she would not back down, not now she had pronounced sentence, so to speak. And when she called him 'boy' he knew she meant business. This was not going to be a fun, erotic spanking. No, this was certainly going to be one that would have him bawling childishly and begging for forgiveness in a truly contrite tone. Steve bit his lip as he got up from the kitchen table and reluctantly headed for the living-room, leaving the two women to chat.
Once Steve had left the room the two women spoke more openly - as women were wont to do in these circumstances. "I assume you use spanking as foreplay?" Edith asked as she sipped her tea.
Jessica reddened. "Yes, but I also use it as punishment. And believe me, he knows the difference!"
"Good! Naughty boys need to know when they have misbehaved, and getting a very sore bottom drives that point across like nothing else."
Edith sounded like she knew what she was talking about and Jessica asked the obvious question. "You're no stranger to femdom?"
"It's been a long time since I had a naughty boy's bottom across my lap." It was Edith's turn to blush faintly. "But my late husband was no stranger to a hot stinging bottom." Her voice dropped to a more intimate conversational level. "And I admit to missing it at times!"
The two women shared a brief grin which, had Steve seen it, would have increased his nervousness ten-fold. As it was, Steve was unable to see anything but the painted walls of the corner he was occupying in the living-room. A familiar corner, and in a familiar pose: stark naked and with hands laced behind his neck. And the longer he stayed there the more nervous he was getting. Was his wife going to wait until Aunt Edith had left? Or - much more worrying - was Aunt Edith going to stay and watch?!
The two women chatted in the kitchen for over 15 minutes, both admitting how much they enjoyed controlling and disciplining men. All men know how candidly and openly women talk about sex when there were no men around, but none could guess just how intimate their conversations really are.
Suffice to say that both women knew a lot more about each other than they did before, and Edith knew much more about her nephew than she had suspected.
Steve's heart skipped a beat and his trepidation turned to stomach-wrenching fear when he finally heard two sets of footsteps approach. Hypersensitive ears hoped to hear those steps going to the front door and Aunt Edith departing. No such luck. He bit his lip when he heard and felt them enter the living-room and sit down behind him.
Jessica smiled as she saw her husband's bare bottom twitch nervously and glanced over to see Edith, eyes twinkling with pleasure, also smiling. Jessica paused for a moment to settle her features and set her mind into discipline mode before speaking. "Present, boy!" she barked.
Steve whimpered and hesitated for a split second. Though he was accustomed to playing this scene alone with his wife and - on rare occasions - with like-minded couples, the presence of his aunt - an unknown quantity - was disconcerting. Finally, his 'training' won out and, blushing like a virgin, he came out of the corner and stood in front of the two women who were sat on the sofa side by side. Both women looked him up and down, faces set in stern expressions, making him very conscious of his nudity and especially of his manhood which, despite his embarrassment (or possibly because of it), was jutting out rudely erect. His heart was racing as he endured their scrutiny for what seemed like hours but was actually only a minute or so.
"You have been a very naughty boy and we are going to punish you long and hard," Jessica said finally.
"You're not going to be able to sit for a week!" Edith added as firmly as she could manage given the excitement and pleasure of finally being able to play the games she and her late husband used to indulge in, albeit without the culmination that only a husband and wife could indulge in.
That 'we' echoed through his feverish brain as his wife stood up and, gripping the convenient handle, tugged him to the straight, armless chair that stood, as always, opposite the sofa and facing it.
Jessica's own excitement increased as she sat and guided him by his manhood to her side and down across her left thigh. Edith watched with a mixture of amusement at the sight of a grown man bending nude over a smaller woman's thigh and a squirmy arousal of anticipation. As for Steve, his nervousness and arousal were very evident: flushed red face, squirming slightly jack-knifed over his lovely wife's thigh with his throbbing erection pressing firmly between his belly and her bare leg. His nose was almost touching the carpet on one side while his toes brushed on the other side.
Steve knew he was in for a serious punishment session when he felt Jessica reach to the side table where he knew she kept the stout wooden-backed hairbrush. The first sizzling hard spank made Edith jump, but not as much as Steve, who gave a soft yelp as his toes curled from the bottom-stinging smack that landed right in the middle of his bottom, right over his anus. Edith watched entranced as her niece-in-law delivered a rapid-fire flurry of hard spanks to Steve's bottom-centre, one atop the other, fifty scorching spanks that turned the centre of his wiggling bottom a fiery red.
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