A Spanking From Aunt Susie: An Explicit, Naughty Story
I never expected the day to come, but I was going to get a spanking from my Aunt Susie, and I was both scared and excited at the same time.
I had just graduated from college and was about to embark on my career in the corporate world. As I was getting ready to leave town and head out on my own, Aunt Susie asked me to come to her house so we could talk.
I had never been to Aunt Susie’s house, but I had heard stories about her barbecues, her parties, and how she liked to play board games with everyone. I guessed it was just part of her personality that had made her such a beloved aunt.
When I got to her house, I could smell the sweet smell of freshly cut flowers that hung in the air. Aunt Susie was sitting on the porch with a glass of iced tea in her hand. She smiled as I walked up, and I was immediately struck by how graceful and beautiful she looked.
“Come here and sit down, my darling,” she said, patting the wicker chair beside her. I nervously sat down, not sure what to expect from our conversation.
“Now, what is it that we need to talk about,” she said, arching an eyebrow.
I swallowed nervously and told her about the upcoming job I had accepted, and about how I was excited but also a little scared.
“That’s understandable. High pressure jobs can be difficult,” Aunt Susie said. “But do you know what would help you with that pressure?”
I looked up at her, not sure what she meant.
“A spanking,” she said, her face dead serious.
I was absolutely stunned. Aunt Susie wanted to spank me? This was something I had never even heard of.
“It’s a form of discipline,” Aunt Susie explained. “It’s a way to release all the tension and fear you may feel, and help you focus and gain perspective. It may seem strange to you now, but trust me, it will help.”
I was completely taken aback. I had never thought that my aunt would suggest something like this. But at the same time, I felt a thrill of excitement.
Aunt Susie reached down and grabbed something from the floor. It was a wooden paddle, the kind that was used for spanking naughty children.
“Go over to the corner, and bend over,” she instructed.
My heart was pounding as I complied with her orders. I had never been spanked before, and I couldn’t believe that I was about to experience it.
I put my hands on the wall and assumed the position. Aunt Susie placed the paddle on my butt and I gasped as she hit me with it. The pain was sharp and intense, and I could feel it radiating through my body.
Aunt Susie spanked me several more times, each one harder than the last. Tears started to stream down my face, but I could also feel a strange sense of pleasure building in my core.
The spanking seemed to go on forever, and when it was finally over, I was completely spent. Aunt Susie came to me and hugged me tightly.
“I’m proud of you for taking this step,” she said, stroking my hair.
I hugged her back and thanked her for helping me. I could feel the tension and fear that I had been feeling start to dissipate, and I felt like a new person.
I said goodbye to Aunt Susie and walked back to my car, my butt still stinging from the spanking. But as I drove away, I couldn’t help but feel that it had been an incredible experience, one that I would never forget.
