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.