A Visit To Auntie's
by Stevenson
copyright 2006 by Stevenson, all rights reserved
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depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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"But why do I have to go?" Jim Wright whined.
"Because your dad and I have been planning today for
weeks! And we told you about it. You knew you were spending
today at your Aunt Maggie and Uncle Gregory's so why did you
wait until now to complain?" Dorothy Wright asked her son.
"Because I thought Bobby and Scott would be there! Not
just Holly!" Jim squealed.
"So your Uncle is taking the boys on a camping trip and
your cousin Mandy will be sleeping over at friend's, so
what? Holly will still be there. And you don't see enough
of your Aunt Maggie."
As usual logic didn't work. Jim continued to rail
against the unfairness of it all. At nine he wanted to
spend time with his boy cousins, not a girl one and an older
girl at that. It didn't help that his mom had given a
stupid stuff toy - something a little kid would play with -
as a 'special gift' as if it made up for suffering an entire
day of boredom just so his folks could go to a dumb reunion.
Once there he spent only a few minutes in the house
before racing outside. Bobby and Scott had a play area
outside, but using their stuff wasn't as fun with no one
else around. He barely heard his mother's car driving off
when Holly wondered out.
"Of all the dumb luck! Why does it have to be Holly
that's home? Why not Mandy?" Jim muttered to himself.
Mandy was a year younger than him, but otherwise okay
for a girl, while Holly was 13 and way too old to be fun.
"So you're here for the day are you?" Holly asked, then
nodded at the new stuffed toy. "That's a stupid thing for
someone your age. Your mom dropped one just like for Mandy
and I think even she's too old for it."
"You can't be mean to me." Jim declared with a smirk.
"I'm a guest and you have to entertain me."
"Why you little..." Holly's face grew stormy, then
cleared to an angelic smile. "Okay, I think I can entertain
you just fine. Come over here and wait while I get
something."
It took Jim a few minutes to make his way to where
Holly had pointed, but that was okay because she was gone
for a while. When she came back she was hauling a large
bucket.
"So what's in the bucket?" Jim demanded. "Bubble
soap?"
"No, just this!" Holly declared.
'This' turned out to be water that Holly dumped on him,
covering his entire front.
"You want a water fight? Why use a bucket?" Jim asked.
"Don't you have any water guns?"
Holly ignored him and called into the house.
"Mom! Come here!"
"Hey, you splashed me!" Jim complained. "You can't go
running to your mom for splashing me."
Holly ignored him, staying silent until her mother
appeared.
"What is it?" Maggie Salinger asked. This weekend was
not going well. With her younger children gone she'd hoped
for a break from parenting, but instead of a single teen
that could look after herself she was saddled with a preteen
nephew for the day.
"Jim wet himself and then splashed water all down his
front to hide it." Holly said with a straight face.
"WHAT?" Jim demanded.
"He said he wanted to play with Bobby and Scott's stuff
so much that he didn't ask his mom to stop at any rest stops
or use the toilet when he got here." Holly continued.
"But that's not..."
"Oh Jim, and at your age! Well, come on; the water will
help but we've got to work fast. If I know my sister she
won't be happy to get you back with pee stains on your
pants."
Jim protested, but it was no use. As Maggie hauled him
towards the laundry room she decided that today might not be
a total waste. She had talked with her sister about how
spoiled Jim was getting and now she had the chance to do
more than talk. Oh his denials might sound more plausible
than Holly's story, but did that really matter?
"With all that wetness I can't tell where the pee ends
and the water begins." Maggie complained.
"But there's no pee! I didn't pee myself!" Jim
protested.
"Well, let's get those shoes off you so they'll have a
chance to dry out." Maggie continued. "You don't want to go
home with wet shoes do you?"
Jim decided that having dry shoes might be a good idea,
not that his aunt was bothering to listen to him as she took
off his shoes and socks.
"Now let's wash the rest of that so we can stop any pee
stains." Maggie said as she undid her nephew's jeans.
Jim squawked. He twisted, he ducked, but it was no
use. Maggie barely noticed his struggles and when she did
was only to reward his butt with a few firm pats.
"You've probably got pee on the bottom of your tee
shirt too." Maggie declared as she pealed off Jim's last
item of clothing. "Now you run along while I take care of
these."
"But I can't!" Jim protested. "I'm not wearing
anything!"
"Well your mom didn't send any other clothes with you,
so until these dry you're fresh out of luck." Maggie
responded.
"But can't I wear some of Bobby's clothes? Or Scott's?"
Jim whined.
"Of course not!" Maggie replied, her shock at this
unheard of suggestion clearly visible on her face. "That
wouldn't be hygienic. You don't share underwear, and if you
aren't wearing underwear than anything you're wearing counts
as underwear. Now this is too nice of a day to stay inside,
so why don't you run along and play with the things in the
backyard?"
"But I'm naked! Bare bum naked everywhere!" Jim
repeated, stunned that his aunt hadn't grasped the obvious.
"Oh, at your age it doesn't really matter." Maggie
answered.
Taking him by the scruff of his neck Maggie steered the
protesting lad towards the back door.
Jim felt his face go red and wondered if the blush was
covering his entire body. It was bad enough that he was
bare bum naked in front of his aunt, but she was mom so that
might kind of be okay, but his cousin was waiting for him
outside. His girl cousin.
"But I can't go out like this! Holly will see me." Jim
squealed.
"Jim, I had a long talk with your mother before she
left about your good behavior, or lack thereof." Maggie said
in her firmest mom voice. "If your bum isn't outside in ten
seconds it will be... Nine...Eight..."
Jim dashed to the door. Not that he believed the
horror stories that Bobby and Scott told, not for a second,
but his aunt had already given his bum some hard pats and he
didn't want any more. His aunt had barely reached six when
the phone rang and he heard her answer it, but he was
already out the door before she finished saying hello.
Holly was smirking when she saw him.
"Entertained yet?"
"You lied!" Jim accused.
"So? Mom believed me, not you, so what does it matter
who was telling the truth? That's a nice little thing you
have; think it will grow into a penis someday?"
Jim cupped his privates and looked for a place to go,
to hide, to somehow escape his cousin's laughter, but the
play area lacked anything that could conceal him.
"So turn around so I can see the full show." Holly
taunted.
Jim soon found himself spinning in circles as Holly
darted around him trying to get a good look at his bum.
Then his feet hit some wet grass and he was spread eagle on
the ground while Holly stood laughing over him.
"What's so funny?"
Jim panicked. It wasn't so much that it was a
stranger's voice but that it was girl stranger's voice
filling his ears.
"Oh, just my cousin Jim." Holly said dismissively.
"Anyway, Mandy's not here. She's at a sleepover."
"Um... Oh, that's this weekend?" Mandy asked, her
attention focused on the naked boy. "Um, why isn't he
wearing anything?"
"He wet himself and mom had to wash all his clothes."
Holly answered.
Jim squinted his eyes then turned his head to look at
this new tormentor. Not that she had done anything but
look, at least not yet, but she was looking and he was naked
and this was torture. Her looks matched her voice. She was
about Mandy's age and wearing a white sundress.
"You don't have any brothers, do you?" Holly said.
"Well, in that case you can stay and watch. Jim, this is
Mandy's friend Carrie. Carrie, this is my cousin Jim. And
that's his bum and that's his little thing sticking out
between his legs."
Jim slammed his legs shut, then winced. Carrie didn't
really know what to think about the sight of this naked boy,
but the way he moved was funny so she joined in with Holly's
laughter.
Jim blushed deeper. It was terrible to be naked in
front of a couple of girls but to have them laugh at him...
And what had Holly meant about it growing into a penis? It
already was a penis, wasn't it?
Since Carrie didn't have any brothers Holly insisted on
showing the younger girl every part of her cousin, much to
her cousin's dismay. Jim tried to resist, but there were
two of them. He kept shouting to his aunt for help and
while she couldn't seem to hear him his cries did attract
some attention.
"What's all this then?"
Holly halted in her game and turned to the voice as
their next door neighbor made her way over here. Carrie
darted away from the boy at the sight of a grownup.
"It's nothing Mrs. Henderson ..." Holly began.
"Rubbish, it's clearly something. Now who is that
young boy and why is he naked?"
Jim relaxed slightly. It was another person seeing him
naked, but this was an older, mom aged, woman and she was
about to end his torment.
As Jim relaxed Carrie wished she was somewhere else.
There had to be some rule against playing with naked little
boys.
"He's my cousin Jim." Holly answered.
"And he's naked because?" Stephanie Henderson prompted.
"Well, mom took off his shorts and everything, but then
she got a phone call and..." Holly didn't finish that
sentence.
"Say no more. Turn around, Jim was it? Turn."
Jim was grateful for this command. He was still naked
but now all the girls were seeing was his bum. It was
almost like he was mooning them all.
Stephanie saw what she expected to see. Between the
firm pats his aunt had given Jim and the wrestling with the
girls Jim's bottom had more than a hint of color in it.
"Well it's clear to me what happened." Stephanie
declared. "Come here Jim."
"She's going to take me to her house and give me some
clothes.' Jim thought as he approached her, his hands
carefully cupping his front.
But instead of directing him to her house Mrs.
Henderson just took him by the arm and pulled him towards
the backyard picnic table. Jim stumbled, one hand pulled
away from his front by Mrs. Henderson and the other flailing
for balance. He was still trying to steady himself when
Mrs. Henderson reached the table, sat on one of the benches,
and pull him over her lap.
"It's clear SMACK that your mom SMACK was in the SMACK
middle of spanking SMACK this fellow SMACK when she was
SMACK called away by SMACK a phone call." Stephanie
concluded.
Jim protested his innocence. He shouted to the
rooftops that his aunt wasn't going to spank him, that he
hadn't done anything. Then he shouted that it hurt and
pleaded for her to stop, but Stephanie ignored his pleas as
much as she had his attempt to explain.
Carrie stared at Jim's bum as it shifted color under
Mrs. Henderson's hand, and Holly watched Carrie watching Jim
with a plan forming.
All too soon (from Holly's perspective but not Jim's)
Stephanie declared the spanking over.
"Oh, what are you blubbering about?" Holly taunted.
"My brothers get that sort of thing all time and it doesn't
phase them."
"Really?" Stephanie asked. "Then maybe I should have a
talk with your mom. I'm sure this won't be the last time
I'll spank one of the Salinger brood or she smacks one of
mine so I should be sure our methods match."
As Mrs. Henderson vanished into her house Holly felt
the need to explain things to Jim.
"The Hendersons just move in last week. She's seen my
mom spanking my brother but they haven't really gotten
together to talk much."
Carrie wanted to ask which brother while Jim just
wanted to die. Both girl had just seen get his bum smacked,
and while at the moment the burning in his bum was his main
concern Jim knew that as soon as he could sit the fact that
his spanking had been witnessed would matter more than that
it had happened.
Jim's tears dried as the three watched the back door.
Holly was the main watcher; it was her gaze that drew the
other two. Carrie split her time between watching the door
and peeking at Jim, but Jim ignored her. His cousin had
gone too far. Once Mrs. Henderson talked with his Aunt
Maggie it would be Holly in trouble, not him.
The time dragged on.
And on.
Finally Holly declared: "I'm thirsty - let's get some
juice."
With Holly leading the way the other two followed her,
Jim gladly and Carrie with a worried expression.
Jim only hoped that his aunt was finally off the phone
and was giving an earful to Mrs. Henderson for treating him
the way she had. It was clear that the neighbor hadn't had
permission to spank him and Jim was sure that his aunt was
ripping into her for doing it.
Inside the two women were having tea and chatting.
Seeing the trio enter Mrs. Henderson rose.
"Is my face red! Jim, your aunt explained about your
little accident and how you weren't being punished, then we
started exchanging tricks on how to handle mischievous
children."
"I'm sorry it happened." Maggie added, not sounding
sorry at all. "But Stephanie made a very understandable
mistake."
"Sorry?" Jim sputtered. "I get stripped naked and
spanked and all you do is say you're sorry?"
"Well what else can we say?" Stephanie asked. "It's
not like I can take back the spanking."
"But!!!!"
"And besides, I'm sure you've earned a spanking or two
you never got." Maggie continued over the noise her nephew
was making.
"Oh probably a dozen or more." Stephanie agreed. "I
know mine earn more smackings than I give."
"But!!!"
"And my sister, well, Jim, how often does your mom
spank you?"
"But!"
"Jim Harold Wright I asked you a question." Maggie
snapped. "How often does my sister, your mother, spank
your bottom?"
"Um, not often?" Jim offered, hoping to make them see
what an outrage had happened to him. If his mom didn't
really approve of him getting spanked they had to right to
treat this like it was nothing.
"How not often?" Stephanie pressed. "When was the last
time your mommy spanked your naughty little bottom?"
"Um..." Jim tried to think of a good answer, but since
they might ask his mom the answer had to be close. "Um,
last summer?"
"Jim Harold Wright are you trying to tell me that my
sister hasn't smacked your bum in almost a year?"
"Um, well..."
"Then there have been plenty of spanking you've
missed." Maggie concluded. "You should be thanking
Stephanie, Mrs. Henderson, for giving you one of your missed
ones."
"I don't want to thank anyone!' Jim thundered. "I just
want my clothes back."
The two women exchanged looks.
"Well, you might say he's due a bit of latitude because
of the mix up," Maggie said. "But if his bum wasn't red now
it would be red when I got done with it. I had a talk with
his mother when she dropped him off and..."
Jim gulped. He had forgotten about that talk.
"... As for your clothes, they are still pre-soaking.
I haven't even put them in the washer yet and then they'll
need time to dry. So off you go! Now, before I change my
mind about giving your smart mouth some slack."
Jim dashed out of the house, followed closely by Carrie
and trailed by Holly. Holly had pretended not to be in the
least bit worried about her mother's reaction and fixed them
all a tray with a pitcher of grape juice and three cups.
"Your mom wasn't mad." Carrie said in disbelief. She
had been playing with a naked boy, stood there while the boy
was unfairly punished, and the adult in charge wasn't mad.
Neither was the new neighbor. Carrie was amazed and hoped
her luck carried over to her own mother's reaction.
"Course she wasn't. She never gets mad with me." Holly
explained.
Carrie didn't think this meshed with stories that Mandy
had told, but held her tongue in front of the older girl.
"I still don't get to wear anything." Jim moaned. "I
get spanked for nothing and my clothes still aren't ready."
Carrie returned to staring at Jim and Jim tried to find
something else to look at instead of staring at Carrie
staring at him. With their attention occupied Holly had no
problem 'accidentally' knocking the arm Carrie was holding
her juice in, splattering the girl.
"Mom! There's been an accident!" Holly called.
Carrie was looking dumbfounded at her wet dress when
the two women emerged.
"This?" Maggie asked. "It's practically nothing. We
just have to make sure it doesn't stain. Come on."
As Maggie led Carrie away Stephanie paused to whisper
something in Holly's ear. Jim didn't hear what was said,
but Holly blushed and her arm shied back instinctively to
cover her backside. Then Stephanie was vanishing into her
own house.
Before Jim could asked Holly what the woman had said he
was distracted by a squawking from the house. Moments
latter Maggie emerged leading Carrie by the hand. The girl
was wearing only her shoes, socks, and panties.
"It will have to soak and that's that." Maggie
explained. "Honestly, at your age it doesn't really matter
that you're not wearing anything on top."
"But Mrs. Salinger he's here and he's a boy." Carrie
protested.
"And he's wearing even less than you are." Maggie
pointed out. "Now you just play here until your clothes are
ready or, well, if I have to take down your panties they
won't go back up when I'm done with your bum."
Carrie winced. Jim hoped that she would continue to
back talk - just so he wouldn't be the only one naked with a
sore backside - but Carrie wisely stayed silent.
Once his aunt was gone Jim wondered what they would do.
If they'd been alone he would have tried to get the younger
girl to slip down her panties, if only a bit, to be fair,
but Holly was there.
And Holly had other plans. These included making Jim
show himself fully to Carrie. When he tried protesting
Holly just grinned.
"Between the two of us we can wrestle you over my lap.
Heck, I could probably do it myself." Holly taunted.
"But if you tried that..." Jim's protest died as he
thought them out.
"If I did that no one would notice." Holly crowed.
"Mrs. Henderson did a good job and any smacks I land will
just blend in with hers."
Jim had to acknowledge this was true - it was that
thought that ended his protests. So for close to two hours
he was their model as Carrie looked, then poked, then
prodded, all at Holly's direction.
As Carrie poked at his balls Jim began to feel some
weird stirrings.
"Want to see something really, really cool?" Holly
offered. "Wait right there and I'll be back!"
Alone at last, Jim broached his idea of fairness to
Carrie.
"But my mom said I should never show a boy that!"
Carrie gasped.
"And mine said I should never show a girl this." Jim
replied, pointing at his penis. "And you even watched me
get spanked. Come on, be fair. Come on, it's the fair
thing to do."
Worn down by his logic Carrie took a deep breath and
yanked down the front of her panties. Jim stared at the
sight of her hairless slit.
"No fair! Your legs are together."
"But they have to stay together." Carrie said
nervously. "No one said anything about them not being
together. You wanted to see it and you're seeing it."
"But not all of it." Jim argued.
Then the back door slammed and Carrie was tugging them
up.
"Carrie Reed if I ever see your bare bum again I'm
going to smack it." Holly declared.
In one hand the teen carried a face towel and in the
other a large jar of vaseline.
"Anyway watch what happens when I do this." Holly said
gleefully.
Jim was apprehensive as Holly took a big handful of
vaseline and reached out for his penis. Then he started to
feel good, but a bit ashamed of Carrie's eyes on him. Holly
milked and milked, and Jim as started to breathe hard she
announced: "And now we're done."
"More?" Jim croaked. "Please?"
"No." Holly said with a smile. "Definitely not.
You've had all you can handle for one day. I won't do it
any more... Not unless.... But you won't do that."
"Do what?" Jim pleaded.
"Well, you heard my mom say how she thinks you've
missed out on a lot of spankings."
"But I haven't!" Jim replied in horror.
"I know that and you know that, but that's not what my
mom thinks." Holly said. "What I want you to do is to march
into the house and tell her that she was right. Tell her
that you missed a lot of spankings and you don't mind that
you got one that you missed."
"But I do mind!" Jim protested.
"See? I said you wouldn't do it." Holly sighed. "Well,
that's it for today then and tomorrow... but you won't be
here tomorrow will you? It could be months before your
parents drop you off here again."
Jim weighed how much less his bottom now ached and how
good what Holly was doing felt.
"I'll do it." Jim announced.
"Really? Then let's get you cleaned up." Holly said,
using the towel to wipe away the vaseline.
Jim found his aunt sitting at the kitchen table combing
her hair.
"Aunt Maggie?" Jim said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I just want to tell you that I've thought about what
you said and I agree. I missed a lot of spankings I earned
and I don't mind getting one to help make up for the ones I
didn't get." Jim blurted out.
"Oh Jim, is that true?"
"Yes Aunt Maggie."
Maggie backed her chair away from the table and held
her arms out.
"It's wonderful to hear you say that. Come give me a
hug."
Jim didn't want to hug his aunt while he was naked, but
he wanted for Holly to do that thing again, so he rushed
into her arms.
After a few seconds the hug shifted and Maggie was
taking Jim over her knees.
"What are you doing?" Jim demanded in panic.
"Just giving you one of those missed spankings you
asked for." Maggie answered. "That is what you told me
isn't it? That you feel you've earned far more spankings
than you've been getting?"
"I did say that." Jim answered, trying to think of a
way to talk himself off her lap.
"And that you didn't mind getting one to make up for
it, right?"
"Right, but..."
Jim's plan to explain that he had meant the spanking
from Mrs. Henderson came to a halt when the hairbrush came
crashing down on his ass.
"OUCH! No wait I AHH Please stop! Please OHHHH."
Maggie ignored his pleas as she brought her hairbrush
down again and again and again..
"In this house a spanking is a proper spanking. I
don't know what my sister has been doing but I believe in
dealing out proper red bum spankings." Maggie told her
sobbing nephew.
As she spanked Maggie ignored the traces of vaseline
Jim was leaving on her skirt. Her daughter might be playing
with him but right now he was just her naughty little nephew
and she was spanking him the way she should have started to
years ago. If only her sister was freer handing out
spanking privileges this wouldn't be the first time Jim was
over her lap. With a bit of luck it wouldn't be the last,
but Maggie meant to make the best of this chance in case it
was the only one she had.
His bottom was a dark red before she stopped.
Soon the sobbing boy was facing a corner. Leaving him
there Maggie went to her backdoor, noisily opening it and
then giving a mental ten count before going through it.
"Carrie! Where are your panties?" Maggie snapped at
youngest daughter's friend. "You didn't take them down
while that boy was out here did you?"
Retrieving the discarded garment from the ground Maggie
helped the 8 year old into them, ignoring the splotches of
color on the girl's backside and traces of vaseline on her
hairless pussy. Tugging them up far too high Maggie ignored
the girl's reaction to the wedgie and said: "I've got half a
mind to give you a spanking like I just gave Jim, but your
dress is dry and your mom's on the way over."
Carrie's face was flush as she was led passed the
sobbing naked boy. Maggie retrieved Carrie's dress from the
dryer, but to the girl's surprise didn't return it to her.
Time dragged, then there was a knock on the front door and
Carrie saw her mother entering the Salinger home.
"Mom..." Carrie started.
"Carrie Ann Reed I can't believe you spilled grape
juice over that new dress! It's only the third time you've
worn it!"
"Now Dianne it's not that bad..." Maggie started. "I
was able to get the stain out."
"See! The dress would be ruined Mrs. Salinger hadn't
done an extra load of wash just for you."
"But mommy...."
"I've got half a mind to put your red bummy on display
next to that boy's, but I won't."
"But mommy...."
"Instead I'll wait until I get you home."
Seizing her daughter in one hand and carrying the dress
in the other Dianne left by the front door, dragging her
panty clad daughter down the street in full view of anyone
who happened to be out.
Jim still had tears in his eyes when Maggie declared
his corner time was over, but he raced out to the backyard
with a single thought in his head: 'It had better be worth
it.'
Jim had been telling the truth - it had been almost a
year since his last spanking and either he had forgotten how
it felt or his aunt spanked harder. Maybe a bit of both
since his mom only used her hand.
Holly was waiting with a smirk on her face.
"So I heard you asked her. Well, not the you talking
bit, I mean I heard her giving it to you. Let's see your
bum. And you thought Mrs. Henderson made your bum red!
She's got nothing on my mom." Holly said, pride creeping
into her voice.
"Do it some more." Jim begged. "Do you like you
promised."
"I didn't really promise, did I?" Holly said with a
gleam in her eyes. "I just said I couldn't do it any more
unless you said that to my mom."
"Yeah, and I said it so do it!" Jim begged.
"Could, not would." Holly laughed. "Don't you know the
difference? Don't they teach you anything in school?"
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Jim bawled, tears streaming down his
cheeks. He'd just gotten the hardest spanking of his life
on top of an undeserved spanking because Holly lied to him.
He felt like he might never want to sit down again and he'd
never know if it was worth it because Holly wouldn't do it.
Holly just smiled at her crying cousin.
"Well you said I had to entertain you didn't you?"
Holly grinned. "And I find this all entertaining so you
should too. If you don't, well, should, could, would - the
meanings kind of blend sometime. Now are you EVER going to
tell me what to do again?"
"No, I won't! I promise!" Jim sobbed.
But tears didn't last forever. They were dry before
Maggie called the two of them in for supper. As he entered
the house Jim had one question - something that didn't touch
on spanking or what Holly had done, but on the matter that
was filling the last third of his mind (his nudity).
"Jim, you can stand at that place." Maggie directed.
"I'm guessing you don't feel much like sitting."
"How come Mindy's dress was done before my clothes
were?" Jim asked as he took his place.
"Because Mindy was a visitor while you're family."
Maggie explained with a straight face. "Visitors always get
preference over family so I did her clothes first. You
wouldn't expect me to put a white dress in with blue jeans
would you? That would ruin the dress more than the juice
stain would."
Jim wasn't happy with this explanation, but the arcane
rules of laundry never did make sense to him so he had no
choice but to accept it.
After the food the pair was once more sent out to play.
"So, are you going to tell your mommy about today?"
Holly taunted once they were alone. "That you asked for a
spanking and that you made me touch your winky?"
"I didn't make you touch it!" Jim protested.
"So who's your mom going to believe?" Holly pressed.
"The naughty little boy with the smacked bum or her loving
and charming niece?"
That sent Jim's mind racing. What could he say? That
he had walked around outside without clothes? That his
aunt's neighbors all saw him naked? That his cousin had...
That he had told his aunt... What could he say?
As his mind whirled Jim caught sight of movement behind
the curtains on the neighbor's house. Going to the other
side of the yard didn't help - there was someone watching
from that house too. And Jim couldn't blame whoever it
was. He knew that if he heard about a little boy (or girl)
in one of his neighbor's yard bare butt naked with a smacked
bum he'd watch from his windows too. He could only hope
that the watchers were sneaking their peeks, and that they'd
be caught so Jim wouldn't be the only one on the street with
a sore bum.
Finally his aunt appeared at the doorway.
"Your jeans are almost dry." Maggie announced. "Your
mom will be here in half an hour so maybe it's time you got
ready to go. And don't forget that special gift she got you
- she'll want to see it."
"Why?" Jim asked. "It's mine."
"Yes, but it's one of those new toys with a digital
camera build in." Maggie informed them. "It's been
recording everything you've done all day - from when you wet
yourself to all that naked running around you did."
A camera?
"In fact I want to plug it into my computer and see the
highlights before you leave and if I don't start soon it
will be too late."
A camera. A fair, no lying record of what happened.
Starting with his 'accident'. Jim turned to his cousin and
his jar dropped. He didn't know someone could turn so
white! Even Holly's tan had vanished and the girl was
trembling.
'Holly's going get it!' Jim thought triumphantly.
Then a shadow came over his joy - he wouldn't be there
to see it. His mom would get here before Aunt Maggie
finished watching the recording and he wouldn't see Holly
getting punished for anything she did today. He might see
Aunt Maggie apologize to his mom, and maybe even to him, but
that wouldn't be the same as seeing Holly get it. But if he
stayed... Even if he couldn't see (and Aunt Maggie probably
wouldn't spank Holly in front of him) he would hear it like
Holly heard him get it. Hear her begging for her mommy to
stop, promising to be good, and all the smacks raining down
as Aunt Maggie spanked her.
"Can I stay over Aunt Maggie?" Jim blurted out.
He didn't think it was possible but Holly looked even
more scared by that suggestion.
"Stay over? But Bobby and Scott won't be back until
late tomorrow." Maggie said, then she turned and walked back
into the house.
Jim raced after her.
"Please Aunt Maggie?" Jim begged. "Please can I stay
over?"
"Well I'd have to call your mom." Maggie started. "And
she might say no... But I'll call."
The grin on Jim's face when he raced out to the yard
told Holly her mother's answer. Struggling to regain
control Holly shook herself and said:
"Your little penis really waves around when you run.
You should be careful it doesn't get caught on something."
"What do you think your mom will do when she sees I
didn't wet myself?" Jim taunted back.
They went a few more rounds, then Holly landed a
telling blow.
"What makes you think your mom will let you stay?"
Holly asked. "It's been awhile since you asked and my mom
hasn't come out and told you that you can stay. And the way
the time is going my mom won't have time to watch anything
before yours get here."
Knowing that his mom would know the truth was one
thing, but that his Aunt Maggie might not find out until
later... That Holly would go to sleep tonight with an
unsmacked bum... That wouldn't be fair. And Holly was
older - give her enough time and she might think of some way
of explaining away everything.
Holding his stuffed toy Jim made his way into the
house, creeping into the living room when Aunt Maggie was
talking in hushed tones. But he wasn't quiet enough - Aunt
Maggie looked up as he came in.
"Well Jim's been in the other room half listening the
entire time. Why don't I get him and have him tell you?
Jim!"
Seconds after Maggie's loud call Jim was on the phone.
"Mom? I really want to stay over here at Aunt Maggie's
tonight? Can I? Please?"
"Well if you're sure..."
Jim could hear the doubt in his mother's voice and
turned on the charm. Holly wouldn't be punished in an empty
house, not if he had anything to do about it.
Jim returned to the backyard in triumph. Not only was
he now fully dressed but Holly couldn't look at the smug
smile on his face and still hope that he would be leaving
soon.
"Look's like I'm staying." Jim crowed.
"Well you won't see anything!" Holly shot back weakly.
"No, but I'll hear everything! And maybe this nice
little toy will happen to be in the room with you."
Holly's retort died at the sight of her mother standing
in the back doorway.
"Okay kids, it's time to come in for the night."
"Okay Aunt Maggie." Jim said cheerfully. "Do you want
to watch that recording now?"
"Now?" Maggie asked. "Oh, now that you're staying
there's no hurry. I'll watch it before you leave tomorrow.
Don't worry - it's sound activated and has a huge chip so it
won't record over anything."
"But you said..."
"That was when you were leaving." Maggie pointed out.
"Don't worry. I'll have plenty of time tomorrow to watch it
all."
In a way he was disappointed, but Jim reasoned that she
would get madder watching the whole thing than just looking
at the highlights. Jim soon snuggled down in front of the
TV on his stomach while Holly soon disappeared. Later Jim
walked passed the downstairs bathroom and hearing water
running went to the upstairs on. He was barely back in
front of the TV before Holly reappear.
She was wearing a towel that covered her from her
armpits to her knees, there was shampoo in her hair and
something dripping wet in her hand.
"This just fell into the bathtub while I was taking a
shower. The little perv was trying to film me naked!"
"Calm down honey." Maggie replied. "I'm sure it's just
an accident. He probably just went in because he couldn't
wait to get upstairs and didn't want to have another
accident and just left it there."
Jim stared at the toy. It was soaked through. Jim
might not know much about cameras and computers but he knew
you couldn't get them wet. There went the recording. All
the evidence - gone. Holly wouldn't be punished, not on his
word alone. Everything was ruined.
"You should punish him for this!" Holly demanded.
"I'll handle things, but you should do something about
your hair." Maggie cautioned her. "That shampoo isn't
supposed to be left in too long and if it damages your hair
I'm not taking you for an emergency haircut."
"But he..." Holly thundered.
"Holly!" Maggie said sharply. "Are you listening to
me? If I have to take that towel off you and rub it out of
your hair..."
Even Jim, sunk into the pit of depression, could hear
the threat in Maggie's voice.
Holly just blushed and turned. She was almost out of
the room before her towel came off her body and into her
hair but Jim got to see her naked from the back. It wasn't
as good as seeing her bare front, but he'd seen some of
Mindy's and anyway Holly had a bigger bum.
"Jim! Are you trying to look at your cousin's bare bum?
Are you?"
Jim tried to think of a good answer, but couldn't. He
was right there staring at Holly's retreating form and Aunt
Maggie was watching him stare.
"Um, yes Aunt Maggie." Jim mumbled.
"Do you think it's right to look at a girl's bum?"
Maggie quizzed. "Her bare bum?"
"Um, no?" Jim offered.
"Correct. It's not right, it's wrong. And what
happens when children do wrong things?"
"Um?"
"Jim, what happens when children do wrong things?"
Maggie pressed.
"They get punished." Jim answered in a tone just above
a whisper.
"What was that?"
"They get punished." Jim said in a louder voice.
"Do you want me to tell your mother about you trying to
look at Holly's bum?" Maggie pressed.
"No." Jim conceded.
"But you just said you had to be punished. If I don't
tell your mom how will that happen?"
Jim knew where this was leading, he knew it and
couldn't stop it.
"I guess you could punish me." Jim mumbled.
"I didn't quite hear that Jim. Did you just ask me to
spank you?"
It wasn't what he had said, but it was close enough.
"Yes Aunt Maggie, I guess I did say I want you to spank
me." Jim admitted.
Maggie beckoned him closer to the couch where she was
sitting. Jim hesitated, but from the look in her eye it was
clear what was about to happen. Once he was in front of her
Maggie undid his jeans, and from the last time she had
stripped him Jim knew he couldn't stop her.
Then she paused and said: "I guess trying to see your
cousin's bare bum does mean you should get it on your bare
bum. You can take down your pants if that's what you want."
Remembering the swats she had given last time and not
wanting any more than he had coming Jim took down his jeans.
He paused there but the look on his aunt's face made him
take his underwear down as well.
"Now you can climb over my lap if you want." Maggie
offered.
Jim didn't have a chance to do anything - Maggie
grabbed him and started positioning him almost before she
was done talking.
Then the spanking started. This was his third today
and Jim couldn't help comparing it to the others. Aunt
Maggie's hand seemed firmer than the neighbor lady's hand
but this was better than the hairbrush. But not much
better.
"This is the second spanking you've asked for in one
day." Maggie said as she spanked. "Have you really missed
that many spankings that you have to make them up this
quickly?"
Jim knew he blubbered something back, probably in the
affirmative, but her words mattered less than her hand. He
wasn't really listen; his aunt seemed to want to hear him
say yes, so he kept agreeing with her as she talked about
guilty consciousness and other things that made little
sense. At least this lecture, strange as it was, wasn't
about how bad a boy he was. Of course partway through Jim
switched to pleas that he would be a good boy and that he
was sorry but Maggie didn't seem to mind as she spanked and
spanked and spanked.
When it was finally over and he was being shoved into a
corner Jim noticed that at some point Holly had arrived.
The girl was wearing a bathrobe. Jim wasn't sure what she
had been doing while watching him but she was now
readjusting how it hung at her waist. Maybe she had flashed
him or mooned him; Jim didn't know nor did he care. All
that mattered was his throbbing backside. Even Aunt
Maggie's lecture didn't make any sense. It almost sounded
like she was agreeing with him that spending some time with
his bare bum sticking out from the corner might be a good
idea, but he hadn't said anything about it.
"Holly, why don't you keep an eye on things?" Maggie
suggested. "I'm going to take a bath and this little
miscreant should stay in the corner for at least half an
hour."
Jim's tears finally slowed a bit. Holly took
advantage in the break in his sobs to say something.
"Wow - twice from mom in one day. At least she just
used her hand this time."
"I hate you." Jim sobbed.
"Don't be like that." Holly scolded. "Eyes back in the
corner! I just couldn't let her see that recording. I had
to make sure no one ever saw it, and if that means you got
your bum spanked then so be it."
"Not fair." Jim mumbled.
"Then I'll make it up to you." Holly said. "I don't
have any vaseline, but..."
Jim gasped as Holly grabbed his cock and started
rubbing. Then he gasped again as her other hand grabbed his
burning ass and started to rub that too.
"Your bum is so hot." Holly commented.
"Stop rubbing it." Jim moaned. "It hurts!"
"If I rub one I have to rub the other." Holly
countered. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Um..."
Jim didn't see the logic of her statement but knew he
didn't want her to let go of his penis - even if that meant
his bum hurting more.
"And you deserved to get spanked." Holly continued.
"But I didn't spy on you." Jim gasped.
"But you did see my bum, didn't you?" Holly replied as
her fingers dug into his backside. "You watched me walking
naked. You probably saw more of between my legs than you
did of Carrie. I just wished mom had let me spank you. I
would have used more than a hand and I would still be going.
You have a naughty bum and naughty bums need to be spanked.
Spanked hard and often, that's what your bum needs.
Jim was gasping and breathing funny before Holly
stopped. She did it much longer this time, but still he
didn't want it to stop.
"Quiet down! If you're going to grunt like that than
I'm stopping."
"Don't stop! Please?" Jim begged, less ashamed of the
noises he was making than the fact he couldn't stop. What
Holly was doing just felt so good.
"Too late." Holly said. "Besides, I think my mom's
coming."
But she drew back only one hand.
"Then why are you still..."
"I said quiet!" Holly snapped. "And keep those eyes
against the wall."
Jim couldn't see what Holly was doing. He had a few
clues, her hand on his bum, the flap of her bathrobe as it
brushed against him, her strange breathing, but he couldn't
put them together.
Then she was gone. Minutes dragged on. Jim thought he
heard someone moving around, but he didn't dare move his
eyes. Finally his aunt returned, flushed from her bath, and
told him corner time was over. Relieved Jim reached for his
pants, only to be told to stop.
"It's time to change out of day clothes and into night
ones." Maggie explained. "And since this is so last minute
you don't have any nightclothes here, so I'm afraid you'll
have to change into nothing."
Putting one and one together Jim decided that changing
into nothing was a lot like stripping off everything.
"Can't I just wear my undies?" Jim pleaded.
"Of course not!" Maggie snapped. "You can't wear the
same pair of underwear two days in a row. It wouldn't be
hygienic. And no, you can't borrow any of Bobby's or
Scott's clothes for the same reason."
Jim wasn't sure what hygienic meant, but he decided he
hated it. Jim didn't want to be naked again (even wearing
only his tee shirt and socks was better than nothing) but he
didn't want to push his Aunt Maggie. Any woman who would
spank you twice in one day wasn't one Jim wanted to argue
with.
And it wasn't even bedtime right now. Jim had to stay
naked for at least an hour, the hour Aunt Maggie declared
the 'getting ready for bed' time. It didn't help that Holly
was flaunting her ability to choose what to wear by wearing
a short nightgown with skimpy panties under it - panties she
flashed him half a dozen times. They were so brief they
didn't even cover everything her bathing suit did - he could
see white flesh pressing against her tan lines when she
bent.
Then Aunt Maggie had a private little talk upstairs
with her daughter and Holly was much subdued when she
returned. But even without her teasing her nightgown was so
short that she accidentally flashed him a few more times,
and this time Jim was sure there was pink or red where once
there had just been only white. It made him feel a bit
better, but it couldn't have been a real spanking by Aunt
Maggie's standards - it hadn't taken hardly any time. And
worse Jim hadn't heard a thing.
Then when Aunt Maggie declared it was finally time for
him to go to bed disaster struck. Jim wasn't led into Bobby
and Scott's room but to Mandy's.
"If you slept in the boy's room you might be tempted to
put on some of their clothing." Maggie explained. "You
might even think you could change out of it before I woke up
and I'd never know."
Jim stayed silent as she ran over his plan - a plan he
knew would have worked.
"This way you only have Mandy's things to tempt you,
and you probably don't want to wear girls' things. And if I
do catch you with some of Mandy's clothes I'll dress you in
them tomorrow. You'll be wearing Mandy's frilliest dress
and cutest panties when your mother arrives and I'm guessing
that you'd rather be naked then than dress like a girl,
right?"
Jim just nodded and dove under the covers. Normally he
slept on his back, but tonight he'd sleep on his belly.
When Jim woke that morning it took him a few minutes to
remember where he was and why he wasn't wearing PJs. Not
seeing his clothes he reluctantly snuck down stairs and, as
he feared, found his aunt and cousin still dressed in their
nightclothes.
"So, do you feel like sitting today?" Maggie asked as
she placed a paper towel on the seat of a chair.
Holly sneered at Jim's nakedness as he took his seat.
Then her mother wiped away Holly's cheerful expression.
"I still don't know why you put that outfit together
Holly." Maggie said she served breakfast. "It almost seems
designed to make baring your bottom easy."
"Um, it isn't... I mean wasn't." Holly stammered.
"Isn't?" Maggie asked. "Of course it is. Stand up for
a moment."
Jim watched as his cousin stood. Moments later her bum
was bare and was bent over the table across from him. Jim
couldn't see much, only the top of her bum at the small of
her back, but it was more than either them expected.
Then there was a knock on the backdoor. Holly froze as
her mother called: "Come in."
"Hi Maggie I just wanted to pop over and whoops! Sorry,
I seem to have caught you at a bad time." Stephanie said as
she walked in on the scene.
"Oh, Holly here isn't in trouble." Maggie announced,
and Jim saw the stress leave his cousin's shoulders. "I'm
just making a comment of her fashion sense. Imagine wearing
this when her boy cousin is visiting. Okay, you can get up
Holly."
"Are you sure?" Stephanie asked as Holly stood.
"Because I could wait or come back."
"I'm sure." Maggie declared.
"Well I see our little jaybird is still with us."
Stephanie noted.
Jim tried to disappear into his chair.
"Yes, the naughty boy didn't bring any nightclothes and
it's not time to change into day ones yet." Maggie
announced. "Speaking of changing, I've just realized I have
to wash his clothes."
"What?" Jim asked in surprise.
"Well I can't let you wear the same underwear and stuff
two days in a row." Maggie informed the startled lad. "It
wouldn't be hygienic."
"But they were washed yesterday." Jim wailed.
"And you wore them yesterday after they were washed."
Maggie reminded him. "Don't worry, since they don't have to
presoak they won't take as long."
"But..."
"Does someone want another spanking?" Maggie asked.
Jim's protests died on his lips. Being naked was one
thing but everyone seeing a bare red bum was another.
After breakfast the two women disappeared into a
conversation while Holly dragged Jim off into her room.
Feeling ill at ease in his nakedness Jim tried to turn
the tables.
"Did you expect your mom would do that? Bare your bum
at the table like that."
Holly ignored the barb.
"Speaking of bare bums, here's something you'll want to
see." Holly told him as she led him to her computer.
There, on the screen, was a picture of him standing in
the corner. As Jim stared he realized that she had to have
taken it last night.
"Digital cameras are wonderful things." Holly beamed.
"And if you ever, ever tell anyone the truth of what
happened or that you saw my bum I'll make sure everyone at
your school see this."
"You ... You couldn't!" Jim said weakly. "You can't
take pictures like that!"
"Oh no?" Holly said.
A click later and the picture was gone, replaced by one
of three boys with red bums bent over a bed.
"Bobby's last sleepover was noisy and after mom spanked
them she made them stay that way for twenty minutes and no
one noticed when I walked by the door with my camera." Holly
beamed. "And that's not the only picture like that I have."
Holly clicked again and started a slideshow of her
blackmail directory. Jim stared as pictures of Bobby and
Scott and some of their friends, all either naked or freshly
spanked or both, cycled through the screen. Then there was
one of Mandy's bare bum as Aunt Maggie was actually spanking
it, then one of a older girl - naked and standing with a red
bum facing a corner.
"Oops." Holly said. "You weren't supposed to see that
one! One of my friends was over and well, pretend you didn't
see it. Now get out so I can change. Some of us are going
to wear decent clothing"
Jim was grimly satisfied by the memory of that last
picture. If one of Holly's friends could get spanked in
this house then Holly's bum was clearly fair game. Seeing
her friend like that was almost as good as seeing Holly that
way. Not quite the same, but almost.
Once Holly was wearing normal clothes again Jim could
feel his nakedness more. And Aunt Maggie wouldn't let him
stay inside - she said it was too nice of a day to stay in
and made him go out. At least Holly wasn't outside with him
but Jim knew people were watching him from the nearby
houses. A glint caught his eye and Jim decided it must be a
flash - that someone was taking pictures of him naked.
Someone other than Holly would have his naked picture and
there wasn't anything he could about it.
Finally Holly stuck her head out the backdoor with
welcome news - his clothes were dry!
Jim dashed in. There were his underwear sitting on the
floor but Holly was holding the rest of his clothes. Jim
dove into his undies before he bothered to ask why.
"Mom said something about it saving time if you didn't
dress all the way yet." Holly grinned. "She's waiting for
you in the living room."
"Why?" Jim asked, his mouth dry.
"She's got something to ask you." Holly grinned. "You
remember why she spanked you last night? Well she's
wondering if you saw a bit of my bum this morning."
"But SHE showed it! Both times!" Jim protested.
"That's not fair! Not fair at all!"
"So?" Holly shrugged. "Who said parents had to be
fair?"
"But she can't!" Jim whined. "My mom's coming soon."
"Well she isn't here yet, is she?" Holly reasoned.
"Maybe if you go in and confess she'll go easy on you."
"Easy?"
"Easier." Holly corrected "Parents like it when you
own up. You know that."
Jim sighed in defeat. Holly was right. If Aunt Maggie
decided to spank him he'd have to plead for mercy and a
confession would be the right first step. Maybe if he
sounded sorry enough she wouldn't do it.
As Jim entered the living room he took heart - his aunt
wasn't combing her hair. If she spanked him it wouldn't be
with that brush.
Maggie looked up, seemingly surprised.
"Is there a reason you're only wearing that?" Maggie
asked.
"Um, well, um...."
"Speak up Jim. What do you want to tell me?"
"Um, ah, er, um, I kind of looked at Holly's bum
again." Jim admitted.
"Her bum, or her bare bum?" Maggie asked sharply.
"Her bare bum." Jim admitted, wondering if Holly had
set him up. "But not all of it! Just kind of the top of
it."
"I see. And I think I know why you're telling me
this." Maggie said. "Wait here."
Maggie left the room, and when she returned she was
carrying a stool in one hand and something else in the
other. The stool she set near the coffee table and the
something else on it, then she sat on the stool so her body
blocked Jim's view of the object.
"Well do you think we should get started?" Maggie
asked, patting her lap.
Jim forced himself to walk towards her.
"If you insist." Maggie said as she took his arm.
Jim wanted to say he didn't insist, that he didn't want
to do this, but his aunt was already positioning him.
Somehow Jim didn't think protesting would do any good now.
"Well if that's how you want it." Maggie said, reaching
into his underwear.
This time Jim did mutter something but as he expected
his Aunt Maggie ignored him and took down his undies.
He had gone unsmacked for most of a year, now he was
getting it for the fourth time in two days. As he hung
there Jim wished his aunt was using the couch - it supported
his body more.
SPLAT!
Jim jerked, gasping under the impact. Twisting his
head he saw his aunt's arm raised once more. She had some
kind of strap; one end looked wrapped around her hand while
the other end swung loose and was coming down again.
SPLAT.
"No!" Jim whined. "Not this way! Not that thing! Not
AHHHH!"
Maggie just ignored his pleas and kept strapping away.
She was saying something, but Jim wasn't listening to her
words.
As he sobbed Jim felt betrayed. His own mother had
always just used her hand. A hairbrush, well, until
yesterday Jim thought it had only one use - the legitimate
one of brushing hair. It was something you could find in
any house. But a strap - that was different. Not only did
it wrap places that the brush didn't go but it only had one
real purpose - to punish a naughty backside. His aunt had
to go out and buy it just for that one reason. And where
did she get it? Jim couldn't remember seeing anything like
that in a store so his Aunt Maggie must have had to shop
around for it.
But where she got it mattered less than what she was
doing with it. Jim kicked, screamed, squirmed, cried,
begged, and twisted - all to no effect as that strap came
down again and again and again and again.
When it was finally over Jim was almost happy to be in
a corner. He used the walls for support as he sobbed and
rubbed at his backside.
It seemed like he was there sobbing forever, but
eventually his tears slowed. They were almost drying when
his aunt returned.
"Young man, come with me." Maggie commanded.
Taking his hand she led him through the house to her
''office'. Jim didn't think she did any business there but
that was one of the rooms of the house that was forbidden to
children. Jim had never seen the inside of it before; all
he knew about it came from overhearing hearing his mother
scoffing about her sister's 'private clubhouse'. At first
glance it seemed like a normal office type room to Jim.
Maggie sat at her desk in front of her computer and
gathered Jim up into arms. He made a few feeble attempts to
resist but for once his aunt wasn't putting him over her
lap. She just sat him on her lap, even permitting him to
rest his weight on his legs rather than his battered
backside.
"I feel so awful about what happened to that special
toy your mom got." Maggie explained as she took her computer
off screensaver. "And I know it was expensive because I had
her pick me one up for Mandy. Since one was wreaked I think
it's only fair that I give her the one that works, but I
wanted to know how well it worked so I could decided if
wanted to buy another one. I was able to get the video off
it, but I didn't have the manual so I mess things up a bit.
Mixed them up a bit, and somehow lost the original so only
the file I was working on is left."
Jim was barely tracking what his aunt was saying. Then
she clicked on the computer a few times and he saw what she
meant.
The picture was of a blank wall, but the sound was
good. Jim listened to himself talking with his aunt and her
neighbor. The conversation wasn't quite the way he
remembered it; it sounded more like he was complaining that
his mom didn't spank him anymore and was sure there words
missing. He heard:
"How often does my sister, your mother, spank your
bottom?"
"Um, not often?" Jim offered.
"How not often?" Stephanie pressed. "When was the last
time your mommy spanked your naughty little bottom?"
"Um..." Jim heard his own voice betray him. "Um, last
summer?"
- his words, but his tone had changed. On the recording he
sounded less hesitate, more certain, almost unhappy that his
maternal spankings had stopped. And he didn't hear the
neighbor lady's voice. And the sound went right into other
words he remembered saying, but he didn't say them until
much later:
"Aunt Maggie?" Jim said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I missed a lot of spankings I earned and I don't mind
getting one to help make up for the ones I didn't get." Jim
blurted out.
"Oh Jim, is that true?"
"Yes Aunt Maggie."
"Come give me a hug."
"What are you doing?" Jim demanded in panic.
"Just giving you one of those missed spankings you
asked for." Maggie answered. "That is what you told me
isn't it? That you feel you've earned far more spankings
than you've been getting?"
"I did say that." Jim answered.
"And that you didn't mind getting one to make up for
it, right?
"Right!"
Then came the sound of the hairbrush smacking down.
"In this house a spanking is a proper spanking. I
don't know what my sister has been doing but I believe in
dealing out proper red bum spankings. That's still okay,
right?"
"Right!"
- Then more of the sounds of his spanking. Jim's memories
seemed to be playing tricks on him - he seemed to remember
making more protests than he was hearing.
Aunt Maggie clicked a button and there was a whirling
noise.
"This bit comes later." Maggie pointed out as she
worked the computer.
Once more the picture was meaningless, but now he was
listening to his aunt talking to his mother. Maggie fast
forwarded a bit more and Jim her whispering "I'm positive
he's listening" then say in a much louder voice: "Well if he
does stay Jim had better watch his behavior or his Aunt
Maggie might have to spank his bottom. Why I'm sure if he
spends the night here I'll have spank his bare bum tonight."
Jim listened as his aunt made various threats and
promises along that line - all explicitly spelling out that
his bum would suffer if he spent the night. Then came:
"Well Jim's been in the other room half listening the
entire time. Why don't I get him and have him tell you?
Jim!"
Seconds later came.
"Mom? I really want to stay over here at Aunt Maggie's
tonight? Can I? Please?"
- And Jim listened in horror as he pleaded to stay in a
house where his mom thought he'd been listening to his aunt
promise over and over again to spank him. Jim knew that
wasn't how it had really happened but he also knew what his
mother had heard with her own two ears.
Then Maggie was fast forwarding the recording again.
Jim couldn't believe his ears as he heard the words:
"Jim! Are you trying to look at your cousin's bare bum?
Are you?"
"Um, yes Aunt Maggie." Came the mumbled reply.
"Do you think it's right to look at a girl's bum?"
Maggie quizzed. "Her bare bum?"
"No."
There was a bit of a buzz from the speakers, followed
by:
"I didn't quite hear that Jim. Did you just ask me to
spank you?"
"Yes Aunt Maggie, I guess I did say I want you to spank
me." Jim admitted.
"You can climb over my lap if you want."
There was another bit of feedback.
"I guess you're right. I guess trying to see your
cousin's bare bum does mean you should get it on your bare
bum. You can take down your pants if that's what you want."
Then came the sound of the spanking. Now that he
wasn't feeling the sting Jim could clearly hear the words
that Maggie had said.
"This is the second spanking you've asked for in one
day." Maggie said as she spanked. "Have you really missed
that many spankings that you have to make them up this
quickly?"
Jim could hear himself blubbering yes. As the swats
landed Maggie kept on asking him questions, asking Jim if he
really wanted to be spanked. If being spanked helped him
ease his guilty conscious. If he had been peeking on his
cousin Holly just to give Maggie a reason to spank him on
the bare bottom. To his horror Jim heard himself agreeing
to everything Maggie said.
'But that's not how it really happened.' Jim thought to
himself. 'She might have said those things but I wasn't
listening to her.'
And another thing was off - the spanking ended much too
soon. Jim was sure it had lasted longer than that. Then
came his blubbering and Aunt Maggie's voice where she agreed
with him that spending some time with his bare bum sticking
out from the corner might be a good idea and her adding that
if she had to do this again she would use a strap.
Then more fast forwarding.
The last bit had the camera facing the right way. Jim
watched in horror as his image walked into the living room.
Listening to it, watching it, Jim had to admit he looked
like a boy asking his aunt to spank him and making up a
reason for it. His aunt's strange words rang through loud
and clear and Jim could almost swear the boy on the screen
was mumbling, giving his aunt her cues. He saw himself
climbing over his aunt's lap, her baring his backside, and
then the strapping. He saw his kicking legs and how his
penis had waved and couldn't help wincing - specially when
he saw how close the end of the strap had come to his little
penis and balls. He had ignored her words as she spoke them
but now he could clearly hear his aunt saying:
"That's it. Cry out your guilty conscious. This is a
bit more than you wanted isn't it? Well it's not a real
punishment unless it's more than you plan for. If it's just
pretend it doesn't help you with the guilt, does it? But I
can't make up all the spankings you think you're due - I
just don't have that much time with you."
Jim shocked his head as he watched his aunt lend his
image off the screen. Moments later the recording stopped.
"But that's..." Jim protested weakly.
His aunt just kissed his forehead and shushed him.
"Did you want me to spank your bummy some more?" Maggie
asked, her hands cupping his burning backside.
"No! I didn't want it then. It's just... Um... um... "
Jim couldn't think of anything to say. He'd heard it,
he'd seen it. The recorder showed him practically begging
to be spanked and the recorder was the neutral witness that
didn't lie.
"Then why don't you get back into your corner and stay
there?" Maggie suggested.
Jim was off in a flash, streaking back to his corner in
the living room.
Mere minutes after he was back in place he heard
someone at the front door. Then quiet voices. Then the
door to Aunt Maggie's office shutting. Jim desperately
wanted to know what was going on but time slowed to a crawl.
As the minutes dragged by Jim was weighing his options,
wondering if he could get to the closed door and listen in
on the office, then he heard some sounds coming from that
direction. The sound of smacks and his own voice. Twice
more those noises came, then he heard the door opening and
two pairs of footsteps coming his way.
"So there's my naughty little boy."
"MOMMY!" Jim exclaimed.
In moments he was in her arms, sobbing on her shoulder
as she hugged him. She was speaking, and it took a long
time for her words to penetrate.
"... and I didn't know you felt that way. Not until
your aunt explained thing on that phone call you listened
to. And that other phone call, after you were in bed and
she played that recording into the phone. And seeing you
with her today. Shush. Mommy will make sure you never have
to ask for something like that again. From now on whenever
you come over here your Aunt Maggie will have full spanking
privileges and so will anyone she names. And you won't have
to look outside our house for ways to help you deal with
your guilt."
"But mommy..." Jim protested. His head was swimming.
Was his mother saying his Aunt Maggie didn't have spanking
rights until after he asked to stay the night? What did she
mean when she said... She couldn't mean she was going to
start spanking him again, could she? That wouldn't be fair!
Then his mother was heading for the door with his arm
in one hand and a bag in the other.
"But my clothes!" Jim protested.
"In here." Dorothy said, indicating the bag she was
carrying. "I don't think you'd want anything on that hot
little bummy of yours, not with the long drive home."
"But mommy." Jim whined.
His mother ignored him and led him out the front door
and down the driveway to where her car waited. The street
wasn't empty and Jim could feel everyone staring at his bare
red bum. He scrambled into the backseat, wincing as his bum
touched down, and his mother buckled him in.
"Dorothy! You almost forgot something."
Jim turned towards the sound of his Aunt Maggie's voice
and saw her at the front door holding that evil strap (or
its twin).
"Oops, wouldn't want to forget that." Dorothy said
cheerfully,
The bag with his clothes in went on the front passenger
seat, but Dorothy laid the strap across Jim's bare legs.
"Mommmm!" Jim whined.
"It's just there so it will be handy in case you whine
too much on the way home." Dorothy chided.
"But moommmmmiiieee!"
Dorothy's eyes went serious.
"Did you want me to use it now?" Dorothy probed.
"No!" Jim answered.
"Well I won't, but you have been doing an awful lot of
whining in the car." Dorothy noted. "I bet you feel really
guilty about it. Tell you what - that rest stop? The one
with the picnic tables? We'll stop there on the way back and
I'll see what my hand can add to Aunt Maggie's work on your
backside."
"No! Mom, please!" Jim begged.
Maybe without the whining and begging to remind her his
mom wouldn't have stopped there, but Jim did whine and beg
and she did stop there. Dozens of people were watching as
he was hauled naked from the car. Jim tried to cup himself
as his mother dragged him towards the picnic tables, but it
was no use. Everyone could see him and his naked bum as he
was dragged to where his mother could sit comfortably when
Jim took a long delayed trip over her lap. More than one
girl was giggling and Jim heard someone say: "Must not be
their first stop today." In a way it was almost a relief to
go over his mother's lap. Once there his front was kind of
covered, but the memory of how much he saw in that video
when he was kicking filled his mind. Jim promised himself
he wouldn't kick like that this time but knew he couldn't
keep that promise.
And he didn't.
Jim hoped the show he was providing would go unnoticed,
but of course it didn't. The spanking wasn't that long and
Jim had been the only one with a bare bottom when it
started, but as it progressed he heard a few people
exclaiming at the great idea his mother had and a few others
instructing to 'wash that grin off your face if your know
what's good for you'. So by the time his mother let him up
Jim could see four other bare bottoms getting their own
tannings and two more getting on covered backsides. While
the split between the genders was closed to even (4 boys to
3 girls) only one of the bared bums was a girl's and Jim was
at the wrong angle to see much more than that she was bare
bummed.
And his mother didn't give Jim any time to sightsee.
He was barely off her lap before she was up and dragging him
back to the car. The trip was more than halfway over before
Jim even thought about trying his shield his cock - and it
was only the sound of cameras going off that reminded him of
the fact that he was nude and his little thing was hangout
out there for all to see.
Once back at the car Jim didn't feel much like sitting
but didn't resist as his mother buckled him in again. Then
Dorothy retrieved the strap from where it had fallen when
she dragged Jim out and laid it once more on his lap.
"Maybe next time I'll use it and give you a hard
punishment." Dorothy promised. "For now I just hope that
some of your guilt about misbehaving on car trips is gone.
Now mommy has to use the restroom now so be good."
Dorothy cracked a window for Jim and left him there
crying.
"She's only doing this because Aunt Maggie tricked
her." Jim tried assured himself, but he couldn't take
comfort from his words. His mom had seen that video. She
now thought she knew something that he had been hiding from
her and there was nothing he could say that would make her
think otherwise.
Nothing - Jim had been trying to think of something
since his Aunt Maggie showed him the tape and he still
didn't have any ideas. Jim knew that any denial would just
sound like he wanted to get his secret back and his mother
wouldn't let that happen so how could he stop it if he
couldn't deny he secrecy wanted it?
Being naked in the car didn't help - people knew he was
there and found reasons to walk passed and look in through
the windows. Jim could cover his balls with his hands but
he couldn't cover his squirming or crying or that strap
resting on his legs.
As the minutes dragged on Jim noticed something about
the people walking past. Few were adults - they had seen
everything he had before, but the few who did walk passed
carried cameras. Fewer were boys - they had everything he
had and most couldn't look at him without picturing
themselves in his place. That left girls, some in their
teens, some his age, some a bit younger, but it was almost
all girls strolling passed and giggling at him.
One of them, a girl about his age in what looked like a
one piece swimsuit, paused with a camera. She was taking
pictures of him and making faces at him when hand jerked her
away from the window. Jim didn't have a good view but he
could hear her protesting all the way to picnic tables and
then her smacking. After it ended Jim caught a glimpse of
her again as she was hauled passed his car. All he could
see was that she bare chested so, tempting fate, Jim undid
his seat belt so he could turn and watch her through the
rear window. As he suspected the girl was totally naked,
her butt practically glowing, as she was dragged to a car.
After the girl disappeared into the car it was gone in
moments and Jim grudgingly took his seat and buckled himself
back in to wait.
And wait.
The wait dragged on long enough that Jim's car ceased
to be a center of attention. No one stayed at a rest stop
for long and those who had seen his spanking left one
carload at a time. Jim found himself angling for a view of
the restrooms, hoping to see his mother.
When Dorothy stepped into view she wasn't alone.
Another woman was walking beside her and that woman was
leading a boy aged ten and an eleven year old girl - one in
each hand. The pair had tears running down their faces and
were rubbing at their backsides with their free hands. Each
were wearing only tee shirts, but while the girl's fell to
mid thigh the boy's tee short ended above his waist. With
one hand rubbing at his backside and the other being firmly
held the boy was totally exposed
Jim scrunched down into seat and hoped that his mother
would think he hadn't seen a thing. That hoped was dashed
when she entered the car.
"Sorry about the wait, but that woman is making a 20
hour drive and her children were both acting terribly. She
didn't want to spank one then the other because they were
taunting each other over who would get it first so asked me
to lend a hand. Then we talked for a bit and when she heard
about how guilty you'd been feeling she had some excellence
advise on how to handle things with you. She had some
really great ideas - one that tie into Aunt Maggie's
suggestions."
"Um, but mom..."
"Hush dear, we don't have time now." Dorothy said as
she started the car. "But don't worry, I'll use the strap
when we get home."
"But I don't want the strap!" Jim protested.
"I know, and that's the sort of thing that helps a
punishment deal with your built up guilt. Now hush."
Jim sat in silence as his mother talked about various
ideas they were going to try. All his sitters were going to
get spanking privileges and Dorothy would make sure his
friends all knew about the new regime. If she could
arrange it Dorothy would be spanking him in front of them
and even if she couldn't she would keep him bare after a
spanking so his friends could see the results of poor
behavior at their house. As for his friends' firsthand
knowledge, well, as his mom pointed out that strap wasn't
custom fitted to his bum - it was one size fit all when
needed. Jim had a sinking feeling that now the floodgates
were open his mother would be free and easy with spankings
and after the first time it wasn't his bum (or just his bum
alone) being smacked his friends would stop coming round.
Two days later Jim's suspicions were confirmed. He was
one of three naked and well spanked boys facing a wall while
his mother timed their corner time.
"Well that's it for you two." Dorothy declared. "But
Jim has another spanking coming for not warning you both
what would happen if you misbehaved. No, don't reach for
your clothes. You'll both stay that way until it's time for
you to go home. Now Jim don't worry. I'm getting good with
the strap and won't hit you there again."
Jim sobbed as he assumed his position on his mother's
lap and prayed she was telling the true. The first time she
had taken the strap to him it had accidentally landed
between legs. Jim didn't know what was worse - the pain
when it hit or that his mother hadn't stopped. She'd given
him what she called the full count then examined him closely
to make sure there wasn't any permanent damage. If she was
wrong, if the strap landed there again then not only would
it hurt real bad but this friends would see her examining
him, and that was worse than them seeing him naked or
watching his spanking.