by Ken Burke
My name is Sandra and I am a 30-year old IT professional. For many years I have fantasized about being spanked. Even though I was never spanked as a child, I always got excited by stories of spanking. But I have never had the nerve to actually follow up on the fantasy. I never even told anyone about them except my college roommate, Helen. She grew up in rural Tennessee and had mentioned to me that her parents had spanked her. In fact, she said that her last spanking was in the summer before our freshman year in college when she got a speeding ticket. I guess I had had a little too much to drink that night and I confessed to her that I always wondered what it would be like to be spanked, and even that I found the idea exciting.
Helen and I have stayed in touch during the years and now a unique opportunity has arisen. I have 8 weeks of vacation time I have to use before December and Helen has made a proposition. She is also unmarried and still lives in that small rural town she grew up in. When I told her I had to take this time off she made a suggestion: why don't I visit her for those 8 weeks and pose as a 17 year-old living with her while my folks are on a trip out of the country. She reminded me about our discussions about my fantasy of being spanked, and said this would be the perfect opportunity to make it real. She did warn me that if I did decide to do it, she would treat me the same way her parents and her friends' parents had treated them - with real Tennessee discipline. At the end of the time I would know what it was like to grow up with spanking.
So the scenario is this: my parents have gone on a trip and sent me to live with my 'Aunt' Helen. Since it will be during the school year, she will enroll me in a small private school nearby. (She has already checked with them. They are very willing to accept a temporary new student as long as they get their tuition.) But she also warned me that that school is not reluctant to use corporal punishment, even for high school girls. That was something I hadn't anticipated but I think I can avoid it by being a good girl in school. I will have to give Helen my driver's license and use the school ID since my right age will be on the license, so I will be dependent on others (or a bike) for transportation.
The only glitch in the plan is that Helen's real niece, Trish, lives with her and is a senior at that same school. To my great surprise, Helen went ahead and told Trish the whole story without warning me. She says that Trish is cool with the whole thing! Now two people know my secret. I can't decide whether that makes it better or worse, but it had to be done since she lives in Helen's house and is subject to Helen's discipline already. And now I am afraid to back out... I don't want to back out anyway, even though I am getting very nervous as the starting date approaches.
The plan is for me to go there this weekend about a week before school starts. That way I can get acclimated to the new surroundings and my new identity before plunging into the school thing. Trish suggested that I change my name to Sandy since it is more juvenile and I guess she is right. Helen has promised I won't get to school starting date with a virgin bottom.
But there is so much I don't know... what will a spanking be like? Will she just use her hand? A belt? A paddle? Will it be over clothes or bare? (blush!) Would she spank me front of Trish? (double blush!) Will there be corner time? Where? Will she use other punishments as well? What?
Should I ask her these questions or just let things play out? Should I ask Trish how she gets spanked? Should I ask her about the school and what happens there?
Is there anything else I should be thinking about before all this starts?
Sandra (Soon to be Sandy)
I arrived safely just after lunch on Saturday. Aunt Helen and Trish were there to greet me and get me settled. One of the first things I noticed was on the kitchen wall hanging by the back door to the yard - a shiny paddle with the name 'Trish' on it in bright red letters. I don't suppose it is just decoration! And anyone who comes in the back door can't help seeing it... that has to be embarrassing! I guess that answers one of my questions re what does Aunt Helen use to spank.
After I got unpacked, Aunt Helen and I sat down to go over some ground rules. Trish wanted to hang around but Aunt Helen told her this conversation was private and to find something else to do. Trish started to whine about that. "But why can't I stay? I already know what's going on." Aunt Helen then gave her a rather stern look and Trish reluctantly went to her room. Then we went over some basic ground rules. First I gave her my driver's license. I will have a curfew of 11pm on weeknights and 12:30am on Friday and Saturday nights. When school starts, the school night curfew will be 10pm. Breaking curfew is a spankable offense. All homework must be done before I go out or watch TV. I must dress appropriately at all times and behave in a lady-like manner, whatever that means! Rudeness in any form will not be tolerated, either toward Aunt Helen or anyone else, especially other adults.
Punishments will include spanking and any other form of discipline decided upon by Aunt Helen. Any backtalk or failure to obey an order will result in additional punishment. I really wanted to ask more details about spankings and other punishments, but with everyone's advice in mind I decided to hold my tongue. Meanwhile my heart was racing and my stomach had butterflies that could fill a football field of flowers! As it turned out, I would not have long to wait to find out exactly what happens during an Aunt Helen spanking, though exactly how that occurred was a major surprise.
Later in the afternoon the three of us were hanging out in the kitchen when Aunt Helen asked if I had noticed the paddle hanging on the wall by the door. I could feel myself blushing and told her I had. She said that on Monday I was to walk to the hardware store and buy a paddle of my own and ask for it to be inscribed with my name, 'Sandy'. Then I was to buy some varnish for it and finish varnishing it that afternoon.
It was then that Trish made her second mistake of the day. "She can use mine! I won't need it anymore," she declared.
Aunt Helen said, "You know, you may be 18 but you are still living under my roof and under my rules. So you had better watch your tongue, young lady."
I don't know whether she was showing off because I was there or thought it could not happen in front of me but Trish got really snippy. "Right, like you would really spank me," she said. I could see at once that she realized she had gone to far as she said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Helen. I didn't mean it."
"Not as sorry as you are about to be. Get those shorts off and get over here right now," Aunt Helen replied.
I could see how conflicted Trish was but she had no choice. She turned beet red as she unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving her in a short T-shirt and her pink panties. Aunt Helen moved her chair from the table to the center of the room and Trish joined her, standing to her right side, with her hands behind her head. I had not realized there would be some rules for spanking but apparently there are. Then Aunt Helen put her hands in the waistband of Trish's panties and slipped them down to her ankles and helped Trish slip them off. Trish bent down, picked them up and put them on the table next to her shorts, then resumed her position by Aunt Helen. It was a breathtaking sight: a half nude 18 year-old girl standing by her aunt as she was scolded for being rude and insolent, waiting to be spanked. I could not help but notice that her uncovered crotch was right at Aunt Helen's eye level and could not imagine how humiliating that must be... to stand there completely exposed in that position. As Aunt Helen told her she was not in the least too old to be spanked, I could see Trish's bottom clench involuntarily. I couldn't decide whether I was glad it was not me or wished it were!
But the scolding was soon over - probably none too soon in Trish's mind - and she was told to get over Aunt Helen's lap. I had never seen a real spanking and was startled at how loud it was. Each spank reverberated in that kitchen and probably throughout the back yard as well. While she just used her hand, it was clear that Aunt Helen really knew how to spank, as Trish's bottom grew pinker and pinker. Her bottom cheeks seemed to vibrate with each spank. While she whimpered some, she managed to endure the spanking rather well, with minimum fuss. I soon found out why. After only a couple of minutes, the spanking stopped. Aunt Helen told Trish to fetch the paddle, then she explained to me that what had just happened was only the warm-up. The real spanking was now to come. I could scarcely breathe.
Trish got up and walked over to the wall to get the paddle. The door was open; only the screen door was closed so she could be seen from the neighboring yard if anyone was out there, but I doubt that fact was uppermost in her mind. Her bottom was bright pink and jiggled as she walked. She handed the paddle to Aunt Helen and resumed her position over Aunt Helen's knee. I quickly saw why Aunt Helen said the real spanking hadn't started yet. I thought the spanks were loud before but each paddle swat was like a gunshot indoors. Trish's stoicism ended immediately as she howled from the first stroke. She kicked and rolled her hips as she involuntarily tried to avoid the paddle strokes. Suddenly I came to see another truth about spanking - Trish was exposing herself completely! In her wriggling and kicking, she was constantly exposing everything she had. I had thought about the embarrassment of having my bare bottom exposed but it never occurred to me that everything else would be on such open display. Her bottom clenched and opened, her legs kicked wildly and I could not help but see what I had never expected to see. What was I thinking when I planned this adventure?
At first Aunt Helen paddled quickly but then began to spank methodically, neither fast nor slow. Trish's bottom was marked quickly and dark by the paddle. Blotches of white appeared after each swat but the overall effect was to turn it a deep red, especially on the lower portion on her sit spot. In a few minutes her gyrations and yelling stopped and she just lay there sobbing. She still reacted to each swat but now it was mostly just her legs; as each swat came her legs would jump up together like they were on a string.
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