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No Nonsense Aunt's Legacy
Lives On For Spank-Happy Wife!

I live a pretty wonderful life. I’m 32, married to a wonderful man, have a good career in a successful law firm, & live in a nice neighborhood.  I also get spanked on a regular basis by my husband, whom I love more every day. I know that doesn't fit into your format, but what does & what I'd like to share is how my passion for spanking began.

It all started the first Summer I stayed with my Aunt Jennifer when my parents had to go away on business for a month. I was 16 & she was 26. She was five years older than my mom & she was gorgeous. She was 5’10", a long shapely figure, shoulder length brown hair, & she was engaged to a really great guy who treated her like a queen, bringing her flowers & little presents when they would go out.

It wasn’t my idea to spend the Summer with my aunt. I thought I was pretty sophisticated for 16. I told my parents I could stay by myself at the house until they came home from their trip, but they wouldn’t have any part of it. By the time I arrived at my aunt’s house, I already had an attitude. I would be away from all my friends, she lived out in the sticks in a small town, & to tell you the truth, I was a bit jealous of her looks. I thought I was really something. I was 5’5", 105 pounds, all in the right places, long blonde hair, & green eyes. I did pretty well with the guys too!

Anyway, there I stood in her living room, watching out the window as my parents drove off. What now? What was I going to do with my aunt for a whole month? I was soon to find out.

"Sandy, why don’t you get settled & I’ll show you what chores you are to do while you are here." She said.

"Chores? This is my vacation, why do I have to do chores?" I whined.

"Because that’s the way it is done in my house." She curtly answered.

"If I don’t want to?" I sharply replied, standing there with my hands on my hips, thinking I was hot stuff. (I can say that now, because I have grown up quite a lot since that first meeting with my aunt.)

"Then, I’ll simply take you over my knee, bare your spoiled bottom & give you the spanking you have probably needed for a long time!" She said & walked off into the kitchen.

I stood there dumbfounded. No one had ever spanked me. Oh, I got a swat once in awhile when I was a little girl, but that was it. Never on my bare bottom & certainly by no one except my parents. I shook my head, mumbling to myself that she wouldn’t dare, even if she was my mother’s sister, it gave her no right.

"So, get to the exciting part already. I know you’re going to get it in the end. After all, you are a spoiled brat!" My husband laughingly said, urging me to continue with the story & my eventual spanking.

Well, things went okay for a few weeks. I did my chores & we got along pretty well. We even took in a movie a couple of times & I found myself enjoying my aunt a lot more than I thought I would.

She called me into the kitchen one morning & told me I could invite one of my friends to stay the weekend. There was a big formal function on Saturday night & her boyfriend wanted to make a real night of it & they wouldn’t be home until late, so she thought by having a friend up, we could watch some old movies on television & just hang around the house.

Jumping at the chance, I called my best friend Linda, & she was on her way. It took only two hours by bus, so she arrived early Saturday morning.

I guess this is as good a time as any to say that my aunt was pretty square when it came to teenagers drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. She thought they should be strung up if they smoked pot. At the time, I thought it was just an age thing & I told Linda to bring a few joints with her & we could smoke them that night when Aunt Jennifer was gone.

Linda & I hung out most of the afternoon & smiled innocently as Aunt Jennifer & her boyfriend drove down the road & out of sight.

It was party time! We got out the popcorn, the soft drinks, assorted chips & dip, threw a couple of pillows on the floor & turned on the television. There was a really scary movie marathon on all night & we changed into our pajamas (you know the ones that were the flannel, flowery type) & made ourselves comfortable.

About midnight, most of our chips were gone, we had no more popcorn & we were on our last soft drink. It was as good a time as any to light up a joint, figuring that Jennifer wouldn’t be home until about 2 a.m. or so.

All I remember is that Linda & I both got really silly & started daring each other to do things that was stupid. The last thing I remember was that Linda dared me to paint the cat green. We found some spray paint under the sink in the kitchen & the next thing I knew, the cat had a big "S" on either side of it. We sat on the floor, hysterical as we watched the cat try & lick off its new coat of paint. Linda got up & made her way to the bedroom & crashed, leaving me on the kitchen floor, where I passed out.

"Wake up! Wake up Sandy. What have you done?" My aunt was shaking me by the shoulders with a very angry look on her face.

"Oh, you’re home!" I said & felt myself being carried to my room.

"We’ll discuss this in the morning." Aunt Jennifer said & shut the door to my room.

I slept straight through & woke up to the sound echoing in my ears, "We’ll discuss it in the morning." My God, what did I do? I panicked when I remembered. "The Cat! Her favorite cat! What have I let myself in for?" I said out loud.

There was a soft knock on the door & Aunt Jennifer peaked in. She motioned for me to come out into the hallway & I followed, knowing I was in big trouble.

"I am sending your friend back home after lunch. You can give her any explanation you want. The minute she leaves, I want you to meet me in the kitchen. Stay in your pajamas, it will make it easier on both of us." She said & turned & walked away.

I apologized to Linda & told her I would explain everything when I got back home. The bus stopped in front of the house & I watched Linda get on the bus. There was no stalling now. I walked into the kitchen & found Aunt Jennifer sitting on a kitchen chair in the middle of the room. To the left of her, on the floor, sat an oval wood hairbrush. I felt faint as I walked up to her. I wanted to run, but my legs were like rubber bands. She looked at me & I looked back, neither saying a word. Her words broke the silence as if a glass had broken in a million pieces on the floor.

"Sandy, you have acted irresponsibly & showed no concern for the health of my cat, not to mention the fact that you dared to smoke in my house. To add to that, you brought an illegal substance in my house & threatened the safety of yourself & your friend, not to mention the fact that I could have been arrested for having such stuff in my house." She scolded.

"I’m sorry, I..." I tried to interrupt, but she cut me off.

"Quiet! You are a spoiled child. You have gotten away with too much for too long & this is the last straw. Since your parents were not able to handle your obvious childlike behavior, then it is up to me. I am going to punish you because I love you & I don’t want to see you go through your life treating people & their possessions as you have treated mine."

"I told you, your first day here, that I would spank your bare bottom & that is exactly what I am going to do right now." She said & pulled me to her side & with one quick tug, I fell over her knees.

"No, you can’t, I’m too old to be spanked like a child! Stop, I’ll tell Mom!" I said in a futile attempt to blackmail her into stopping the punishment I knew I had coming.

"Don’t worry about that, I’ll tell them for you." She said as she slipped my pajama bottoms down & off my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down.

She reached down & picked up the hairbrush. Holding me tightly around my waist, she took hold of my right hand & placed it in the middle of my back, causing me to balance myself with my left hand. A queer silence fell over the kitchen & then the loud cracking sound of wood hitting bare skin filled the air, along with my cries of protests, pain & embarrassment.

"Owwww! Ohhhhh! Ouchhhhh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" My tears welled up in my eyes & I kicked & wiggled, attempting to flee her hairbrush.

"Not sorry enough, young lady, but you will be!" She scolded as she smacked my bottom again & again, covering my virgin bottom from top to bottom, occasionally hitting my thighs if I kicked too much.

She was relentless in her lesson, not missing a single spot on my fiery red hot bottom until I was crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t resist any longer. She had taken all the fight out of me, & I was compelled to take what she was going to give.

Feeling that I had learned my lesson, she gave me a few more spanks & then stopped. I lay over her lap sobbing, hiccuping & sniffing as I tried to compose myself. She told me to get up & retrieve my pajama bottoms. Giving me a hug, she let me go in the bathroom & wash my face & then told me to wait on the bed, leaving my pajama bottoms off.

A few minutes later, she came into my bedroom with a jar of cold cream & gently rubbed some on my sore bottom. She said she would not normally do that, but since it was my first spanking & I had been a brave girl to take my medicine, she would make an exception.

Needless to say the rest of my stay with Aunt Jennifer was without incident. My parents arrived & were amazed at the obvious change in their little girl. So much so, that they decided to leave me with Aunt Jennifer each Summer for a short stay. They said it seemed to do me a lot of good. They were right. I stayed each Summer for the next two years. I didn’t make it through either without a few trips over my aunt's knee for a refresher course in proper behavior.

Somewhere, during all those spankings, I learned to enjoy that special feeling of being cared about enough to be taken to task by someone who loves me; to enjoy the afterglow that settled over my bottom & stretched out to warm me in the most nicely naughty places; to enjoy letting my fingers ease the ache there until stars burst & I was breathless with satisfaction; and, I even learned to enjoy being reminded that I'd been soundly spanked for days when I put on my tight jeans or to sit down!

Of course, I never told Aunt Jennifer that her spankings actually made me naughtier in some ways. But I did tell my husband before we were married &, thankfully, he got turned on to the idea of spanking me & adding a whole new meaning to afterglow!

But that is another story for another place & time. I've enjoyed writing this so much that I'll share that too when I can. Until then, thanks & spanks! -- No name please, MN