Spanked for resisting rainwear
Posted: August 1st, 2023, 6:49 pm
"I won't tell you again, put your rubber mac and wellis on you," Aunty Joan chided.
My protests cut no slack with Mum's recently widowed sister.
A strong, stern woman who always commanded a superior air with others. Her own adult children often displayed a reticence to challenge their mother's direction to do something by her.
Although it happened five years earlier I vividly remember my cousin Rachel at receiving end of a bare bottom spanking across her mother's knees.
Her punishment was quick, resolute and sharp. Rachel went over to her friend Martha's parents home to listen to music. She was told to bring her cream rubber mackintosh but left it at home not expecting it to rain. However she got drenched on her way home as the heavens opened.
Aunty Joan gave her a few hardwhippet-like smacks across her rain sodden denim covered bum.
She was told to get upstairs to her room and toremove her jeans and knickers and lie across her bed. Aunty Joan followed school cane in her hand. I was in the sitting room with my other cousins anticipating the howls and cries as each stroke cut a pink mark across Rachel's backside. We counted 10 strokes in total accompanied by Rachel's non-stop sobs. She was 19.
I remember the occasion well and knew Aunty Joan had my Mum's authority to spank me if I was bold or disobedient during my Spring college break.
I was too old at 19 to be told what to wear and when and certainly too old to be spanked like a ten year old, I told myself
Little did I realise I was about to suffer the same ignominy as my cousin Rachel had done a few years earlier.
Within seconds Aunty Joan marched me to the downstairs bedromm and forcibly removed my jeans belt and undies. With one arm I was held over Aunty's knee. My pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. I would receive my spanking. Whack! Ouch, sorry aunty Joan, I exhorted as I jumped up and down rubbing my bum.
Ten smacks of the strap and my punishment concluded. My cries continued and my arse stung for what seemed an eternity. Aunty Joan told me to stand in the corner for what seemed like ages.
Aunty removed my undies and jeans and left me standing, rubbing my bum in the corner.
She reappeared with a pair of rubber panties and shiny pvc girl's jeans. I instantly felt a hard boner come upon me.
She didn't have to say a word. Upon her non-verbal command I pulled on the rubber panties. They were so cool, rubbery and crinkley. I was in heaven. I dutifully pulled on the pvc pants.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my boner as clear to see as daylight. I was told to put on my raincoat and wellies without any fuss. I complied without descent.
My arse still stinging, and my prick still hard, I went to the shops as directed by my aunt.
That lovely sexy feeling saw me come in my pants.
I was 20.
My protests cut no slack with Mum's recently widowed sister.
A strong, stern woman who always commanded a superior air with others. Her own adult children often displayed a reticence to challenge their mother's direction to do something by her.
Although it happened five years earlier I vividly remember my cousin Rachel at receiving end of a bare bottom spanking across her mother's knees.
Her punishment was quick, resolute and sharp. Rachel went over to her friend Martha's parents home to listen to music. She was told to bring her cream rubber mackintosh but left it at home not expecting it to rain. However she got drenched on her way home as the heavens opened.
Aunty Joan gave her a few hardwhippet-like smacks across her rain sodden denim covered bum.
She was told to get upstairs to her room and toremove her jeans and knickers and lie across her bed. Aunty Joan followed school cane in her hand. I was in the sitting room with my other cousins anticipating the howls and cries as each stroke cut a pink mark across Rachel's backside. We counted 10 strokes in total accompanied by Rachel's non-stop sobs. She was 19.
I remember the occasion well and knew Aunty Joan had my Mum's authority to spank me if I was bold or disobedient during my Spring college break.
I was too old at 19 to be told what to wear and when and certainly too old to be spanked like a ten year old, I told myself
Little did I realise I was about to suffer the same ignominy as my cousin Rachel had done a few years earlier.
Within seconds Aunty Joan marched me to the downstairs bedromm and forcibly removed my jeans belt and undies. With one arm I was held over Aunty's knee. My pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. I would receive my spanking. Whack! Ouch, sorry aunty Joan, I exhorted as I jumped up and down rubbing my bum.
Ten smacks of the strap and my punishment concluded. My cries continued and my arse stung for what seemed an eternity. Aunty Joan told me to stand in the corner for what seemed like ages.
Aunty removed my undies and jeans and left me standing, rubbing my bum in the corner.
She reappeared with a pair of rubber panties and shiny pvc girl's jeans. I instantly felt a hard boner come upon me.
She didn't have to say a word. Upon her non-verbal command I pulled on the rubber panties. They were so cool, rubbery and crinkley. I was in heaven. I dutifully pulled on the pvc pants.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my boner as clear to see as daylight. I was told to put on my raincoat and wellies without any fuss. I complied without descent.
My arse still stinging, and my prick still hard, I went to the shops as directed by my aunt.
That lovely sexy feeling saw me come in my pants.
I was 20.
