If you don't have a username yet, it's free to create one - click here to register. She had dropped her bag on the floor and had now folded her arms. Click here to login to your account. It is similar to countless other domestic scenarios, with one difference: Well stocked with punishment implements for the experienced spankee or nervous beginner. This was during the 50's and 60's. I knelt between her legs and as I slowly lowered my hear I could start to smell her sweet scent.
Aunt Paula Grants My Request to be Spanked
My Aunt Susie entered my mind as quickly as she entered the room. Very much into regular use with hand or cane I woke up and rubbed my eyes. Tight leather corset, shiny thigh high PVC boots, four-inch heel at a guess. Her open hand caught me across my left cheek in a loud slap, she realized what she had done as soon as her hand made contact she yelled that she was sorry and her face fell as I quickly grabbed her left wrist once again. In those days attitudes were much different then today and poor Aunt Jenny was the "Black Sheep" of the family.
Aunt Paula Grants my Request to be Spanked
This is such a perfect story. Don grimly headed up the steps, and mom gave me a look of disgust as she said, "If you were ten years younger and I was ten years younger, I would be spanking your bare bottom too, Pamela. She tells Amanda about Timmy's problems with girls, and how he is in fact still a virgin, and how it stems from his porn consumption and his corrupted view on women. I colored deeply, conjuring up a picture in my mind of the last spanking I'd had, some months ago. She make me go over her left leg and placed her right legover and between my legs. In between the strokes she explains: The rest of the week went by peacefully with a lot of family visits back and forth, I did notice that my aunt seemed to always be drinking.
My Uncle died when I was 19 and his second wife was still a big part of the family gatherings. She had just retired as a school teacher at the age of 47 and was still living on the small ranch that she and my Uncle worked together before he died. I blushed, completely humiliated by the fact that someone else would know about my predicament. As I passed through the hall, the phone rang. This was created in response to several viewer requests I received along these lines: I was raised by just my mom.