This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Child
Auntie's Panties: A Vignette
By
He sat straight in the wooden classroom-style chair, his head down, as his mother's younger sister circled him like a cat stalking a crippled squirrel.
The boy was in trouble, and he felt in that chair like a prisoner of war undergoing interrogation. The only thing missing was a naked bulb dangling over his head. Gradually, the notion of naked was moving from thrilling to appalling.
His 12-year-old sense of awareness, good enough to dominate the playground basketball point guards, had only moments before failed him as he stood fingering the goods in Aunt Jen's lingerie drawer. At that moment, his hand folding and fondling the stuff adolescent dreams are made of, he was as oblivious to his surroundings as Ray Charles at the Louvre.
Aunt Jen stood at the doorway for a few seconds, long enough to assure herself that nephew Michael was indeed doing what she had thought.
Now, he sat in the basement on that uncomfortable chair, built for elementary school students. He was so low he could almost hear Celine Dion singing.
"Stand up, mister!" she commanded, and he complied, still averting his eyes from her 5-foot-8 willow of womanhood.
"I don't even want to ask you what you were thinking about, but if you are going to stay with me this vacation, you are going to respect my privacy. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
All of a sudden sweet Aunt Jen was an Iranian prison interrogator.
"I wwwasss jjjusttt llllooookin'," Michael sallied. "I'm nottt a pppprevert!"
"Like I said," she said, "this is not about what goes through the dirty little mind of a 12-year-old but about basic decency and respect. I promised your mother I would not let you get away with anything, and I shall not!"
She turned him around and thought of taking his belt off for what was to follow, but, instead, sat herself down on the chair and yanked him to her right side as if he were Howdy Doody in the hands of a drunken puppeteer.
How could he get out of this! It wasn't that he was afraid of a spanking, for he had dreamed of it many times. But not like this!!!
He danced backwards, squirmed sideways. But Aunt Jen held him firmly, and young Michael began pleading - not for mercy, but for a hard spanking over his jeans. "Please, Aunt Jen! Do it hard but don't take my pants down!!!
If she had any doubt as to how to proceed after THAT plea, it fled faster than a movie critic from "Mummy."
It was a wrestling match worthy of Vince McMahon, but she got his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, then stopped short, Michael halfway over her knee.
Her anger subsided for an instant as a mystery of several days standing suddenly resolved itself. Down came his underwear and Aunt Jen swiftly began slapping his bare bottom, her favorite purple silk panties dangling from his right ankle.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Haron <aster(at)mail(dot)i(dot)com(dot)ua>
In his ironic but kind style Ted tells us a story of a young boy's emerging sexuality, and confusions, embarrassment and nonplus situations that come in one package with young persons' discoveries. While the boy's main concern is not being seen as a pervert, the lesson he is going to learn is one of respect for privacy - the quality he is going to need long after he is free to wear whatever underwear he chooses.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Some nice, effective touches to this classic scenario, though it suffers a little from an unfocused point-of-view, and the scattershot gags break the mood somewhat. But the strength of the story carries through, and it feels like the start of a great sequence of scenes between aunt and boy.