Thursday, March 28, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Half His Age, Fully in Charge
Part Two
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(Our story began here:http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/02/half-his-age-fully-in-charge.html)
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(Note: A perceptive reader sent me a message asking how it is, given my orientation, that I'm able to write credibly about F/M spankings with which I have no personal experience. I appreciate the compliment embedded in the question. Ever since I was young, I have enjoyed the thought of naughty males receiving their due comeuppance from determined females. I may not be attracted to them as mates, but I certainly do enjoy seeing them get the discipline they have coming to them! Thanks for the question; now on to part two of this tale.) -- Aunt Carla
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He walks back as slowly as he dares, holding the object I sent him for as if it were a poisonous snake. I love the fact that he has absolutely no say over what happens to him in these domestic rituals. (Truth be told, he loves that too; he just doesn’t enjoy the plug at all. Too bad for him-- it’s going in!)
“Over my lap, darling.”
He hands me the big black plug, its remote control device, and the Vaseline. I invested in a large-sized plug with three different vibrating speeds; his expression when I turn it on at full power is unfailingly priceless. He dutifully goes over my lap, and I massage his big white behind. He squirms a bit; I put a stop to that with a warning slap that makes him jump. I cover the plug in Vaseline and smile as I watch him willing himself to remain still as I pull his butt cheeks apart.
“Relax,” I command. Easier said than done, I know, when that huge anal invader is about to make its entrance. I work it in gradually, murmuring encouragement to him and holding his back door open with one hand. It doesn’t take long for me to get it buried deep in his most private zone-- an area which, like the rest of him, belongs entirely to me. He grunts and groans occasionally during the minute-and-a-half insertion process, but for the most part, he’s a cooperative little man.
Because I find it entertaining, I bypass the first two speeds and turn it on at full power. I giggle as he practically levitates off my lap.
“There we go, dear. You may resume your prior position for me now.”
He glances up with a pitiful look, pleading with his eyes for me to at least turn the vibration speed down. At full power, the plug stimulates his prostate most effectively, exacerbating his pent-up desire. The device he wears, however, ensures that this desire merely continues to build. Seeing nothing in my expression to indicate any intention of backing down, he sighs and resumes his footstool duty. Since he has been generally cooperative this evening, I decide to have mercy on him and turn the plug down to its lowest setting. He looks up gratefully as I channel surf.
I settle on a half-hour program that has just begun. “Oh lovely-- one of our favorites, dear.” He groans, I giggle.
About fifteen minutes into the program, the doorbell rings. “Be a dear and get that, will you, darling?” I say casually.
He looks up in horror. “Like this?”
I reach out and plant two very hard swats on his bare behind, reminding him of his manners.
“Ow! Um...like this, Ma’am?”
“Certainly. Why not?”
“I...I’m naked, Ma’am.”
“You most certainly are not. The only thing you need to keep private is very well covered by that delightful device I purchased for you.” The doorbell rings again.
“But..."
"No 'buts,' young man, except your butt going and answering the door as I've asked. Otherwise, I’ll be inclined to offer an invitation to whoever it may be to come in and witness your spanking.”
I enjoy watching his panicked features mirroring the battle going on inside his head. After a moment while he remains motionless, I perceive that he’s entering the very dangerous territory of calling my bluff.
“Very well, I’ll get it," I say, standing. "But whoever it is will certainly be getting quite the unexpected show this evening!”
“NO! Please..." (He leaps to his feet with delightful alacrity.) "I...I’m going.”
“Good boy.” I follow him to the door; there’s no way I’m going to miss the expression one his face when he sees who’s on the other side of it!
{END PART TWO}
Copyright 2013 by Aunt Carla
All rights reserved
Monday, March 25, 2013
The Teasdale Family Tradition
Conclusion
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(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-teasdale-family-tradition_22.html)
“Okay, dear, time to come out.”
Mrs. Teasdale smiled at her daughter as she gratefully dropped her arms (they were going numb behind her back!) and turned to face the assembled crowd once again.
“So...does anyone mind if the birthday girl takes a quick potty break before anyone else lights a fire in her behind?” Rebecca asked, blushing and smiling at the crowd. All eyes were definitely still on her, and she was--obviously--still in her birthday suit. The fact that the entire family were fully dressed--little kids included--was certainly not lost on her!
“Of course not, Baby,” her dad said. “Just don’t dawdle in there; you’ve still got six enthusiastic spankers on deck!”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, blushing even more. She walked past the throng and toward the bathroom.
When she came out a few minutes later, she saw her Uncle Ted sitting expectantly in the spanking chair. 19 swats from that athletic man were hardly going to be a walk in the park, especially considering how sore her bottom was already! Uncle Ted patted his lap meaningfully, and Rebecca went dutifully over it.
SMACK!
“ONE!”
SMACK!
“OWW!”
“TWO!”
And on it went.
Uncle Ted was followed by her grandparents; fortunately, their swats were tokens at best, giving the girl a much-needed reprieve from hard spanks. Her siblings, on the other hand, took great delight in spanking her full-out. Especially Melie, who knew full well that her older sister would spare her own butt not at all when her time came in a few months. By the time Melie was done with her big sister’s bare behind, it had a solid red sheen, and its owner was up in a trice. She did an impromptu dance for her assembled relatives, holding her bright red buns and howling. There was much laughter and applause, but Rebecca was not yet done with her rite of passage into adulthood.
“Alright, enough dancing, little one,” Geoffrey said with a smile as he walked purposefully toward the chair. “It’s my turn.”
Rebecca gulped and blushed her darkest color yet. Geoffrey was gorgeous, dressed in tight-fitting dockers and a smart-looking golf shirt that opened at the top to reveal his manly chest mane. As he took his young sister-in-law by the hand and guided her over his lap, Rebecca’s stomach did its most fantastic flip of the day. Budding politico that he was, Geoffrey could not resist making a brief oration.
“Ladies and gentlemen. When I first started dating my beautiful bride, this young lady...” (here he poked Rebecca’s bright red bottom) “was a very cute and delightful 15-year-old. She also hadn’t yet completely outgrown her ‘bratty phase.’”
“Gee, thanks, Geoffrey!” said the young woman over his lap, to general laughter.
“Hush, you. As I was saying, more than once, I thought how satisfying it would be to take that little girl over my knee and give her a good spanking. Three years on, I finally get my wish!”
“You beast!” Rebecca’s face was now scarlet, and her priceless expression was immortalized from several angles by her mother’s camera.
“Oh, I’m a beast, am I? Well, allow me to demonstrate how a beast spanks. Ready, cutie?”
“Um...no! Help! Somebody get this crazy man off of me!”
The entire family laughed uproariously. Rebecca was doing the Teasdales proud right to the end.
SWAT!
“OWW!!”
“One!” they called out in chorus.
SWAT!
“AIEEEE!!!”
“Two!”
“Only seventeen to go, little girl,” Geoffrey whispered in her ear with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“Oh NOOOO!!!”
SWAT!
“ARGGHH!!”
“THREE!”
The sting in Rebecca’s tail was exquisite. She very much doubted she would be doing any sitting at all for at least a week.
On and on her hard final spanking went, and as she helplessly kicked her feet and pounded her fists in the air, the birthday girl silently thanked the Goddess for the placemat between her and her brother-in-law’s lap. There was absolutely no hiding the fact that she was becoming quite wet down there!
SMACK!!
“AHHHHH!!!! OWWW!!!”
“EIGHTEEN!”
Geoffrey stroked his sister-in-law’s lovely hair, now plastered to her skull from perspiration. “And one for good luck, little cutie.”
SMACK!!!
“OWWWW!!!”
“Oh! My baby’s all grown up,” said Mrs. Teasdale with a tear in her eye.
“And she has a scarlet bottom to prove it!” Madison observed with a grin.
“Well done, Geoffrey, everybody, and thank you!” said Mr Teasdale warmly.
Geoffrey helped Rebecca up and kissed her on the forehead. “Welcome to adulthood, Beck.”
Rebecca smiled through the tears that flooded her cheeks. She threw her arms around Geoffrey’s neck and hugged him tightly. Her rear end was on fire, but the rite of passage was indeed over; she was a fully-fledged adult member of the Teasdale family. Her relatives surrounded her in a huge group hug, and then released her to go clean up and get dressed. Rubbing her incredibly sore bare tail with one hand, she gathered several of her gifts and took them with her to the bathroom.
When she returned some 15 minutes later, she had undergone a transformation: the previously-birthday suited girl was every inch the sophisticated young woman. Her face was scrubbed and made up; her hair dried and well-brushed. She wore a lovely brand-new peasant dress that came down to her ankles and a lovely pair of leather sandals. Her new jewelry shone all over her body: on her one erstwhile-bare ankle, around her neck, on her wrist, and dangling from her ears.
“Wow! Who is that gorgeous woman?” asked Geoffrey, not a little awed. While Rebecca twirled to the applause of her family and Mrs. Teasdale snapped pictures, her cousin Stephen stood with his mouth agape at the transformation. His cousin really was a beautiful woman!
Mrs. Teasdale came to her daughter with a plate of cake and ice cream. “I’m so proud of you, dear,” she said.
“Thanks, Mom. And thanks for a wonderful party.”
The whole family devoured the delicious birthday cake; needless to say, Rebecca enjoyed hers standing up. And Uncle Ted was right: that night she did sleep on her tummy, and she assiduously avoided sitting for the rest of the weekend!
{END}
Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Aunt Carla
All rights reserved
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Jack's First Adult Spanking
Part Two
[Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/03/jacks-first-adult-spanking.html]
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“OW!”
Jack arched his back and felt his whole body stiffen at the first smack to his behind. Carlene had brought her hand down on his boxer-shorts-covered bottom with all her strength, and the sting was an awesome eye-opener!
“Oh, you have to be kidding me,” Carlene said witheringly. “Such squawking from a big strong man over a little hand-spank from a lady? I haven’t even bared your naughty little bottom yet!”
Jack’s face flared even brighter at the commentary. What had he gotten himself into?
Carlene rained a volley of smacks all over his behind-- not as hard as the initial spank, but delivering bracing pain nonetheless. It had been decades since Jack had felt the singular sting of a spanking; now he remembered why he’d so dreaded them as a child!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Oh...OW!”
“My goodness, what fuss!”
The heat in all four of Jack’s cheeks steadily grew. He found himself wondering if the neighbors were being drawn by the sounds of the slaps and the loud responsive vocalizations over which he seemed to have zero control. He felt thoroughly embarrassed as he imagined them all looking and watching with grins on their faces as their middle-aged neighbor bounced and squawked over the knee of a woman young enough to be his daughter. In particular, he thought of Anna, the cute twenty-year-old brunette who lived in the house directly opposite his. She often had her girlfriends over on Saturdays; surely they were all watching and cracking up at the sight! How would he be able to face her--or any of his other neighbors--after this humiliating display? Even as he thought this, however, he felt an overwhelming sexual thrill, the likes of which he’d never experienced before.
“Well! I do believe it’s time to take these down,” observed his young, determined disciplinarian.
“NO!” he shouted involuntarily.
“No?” Carlene said, amusement evident in her voice. “Did you think they were staying up? I assure you, young man, you couldn’t be more mistaken!”
Jack’s stomach flipped over to a degree he hadn’t experienced since the last time he rode a roller coaster. She was really going to pull down his boxers, right here in front of the bay windows, giving the neighbors a hugely entertaining show! He thought he’d already blushed as much as was physically possible, but his face somehow managed to prove him wrong.
“Aww...Is the naughty little boy embarrassed?”
“Oh, please!”
Carlene laughed as she took the waistband of his shorts in both hands. Jack felt his right hand reach back involuntarily to stop her.
“I’d move that hand if I were you.” The young woman’s tone changed from teasing to deadly serious in an instant. “Otherwise, my hairbrush is definitely going to be putting in an appearance this afternoon.”
Jack pulled his hand away, kicking in frustration and extreme mortification. In his imagination, every one of his neighbors now had their eyes trained on him. His mind’s eye displayed a picture of Anna and her friends high-fiving each other at the unusually entertaining sight. Each of them would have their camera phones out, snapping picture after picture of his embarrassing plight. Soon the pictures would find their way onto countless Facebook pages. Friends and family alike would tease him about it endlessly. Even the young women at work would hide grins behind their hands and whisper amongst themselves as he walked by. He desperately wanted to look up and out the large window so close by, but he was terrified that his eyes would confirm his imagination.
“Now,” said Carlene with undisguised relish, “let’s have these down, shall we?”
And with that, she swept Jack’s boxer shorts down to mid-thigh in one deft motion.
The exquisite sense of humiliation that pervaded Jack’s mind and body at that moment could hardly be expressed. His rear end was sticking up in the young woman’s face, bare as an egg but, no doubt, considerably less white. His face burned, and then Carlene made it even worse.
“Oh my, would you look at this hot pink behind!”
He squirmed as the young beauty felt his two glutes with both hands. “And quite warm already. But it needs to be hot enough to fry an egg on, of course.” Jack groaned.
SMACK !
“OWWW!!!”
Jack couldn’t believe the difference the removal of that thin layer of cotton made. It stung twice as badly, and his disciplinarian seemed to be a long way from running out of steam. She spanked even harder; he bucked and squalled. She aimed for his super-sensitive sit-spot; he kicked and pounded madly. Soon the potential of a neighborhood audience was driven from his mind; nothing mattered but putting out the fire in his butt. He reached back to block the onslaught. A crucial error.
“What did I tell you about that hand, mister?”
“SORRY! Please!! No MORE!!”
“Oh, a good deal more, I think. I keep my promises, little boy.” Carlene reached down into her purse, pulled out the heavy wooden hairbrush, and secured his right hand in her left, pinning it to his back. She may have been short and small, but she was remarkably strong.
“You get to feel the sting of Miss Carlene’s hairbrush after all.”
“NOOOO!!!!!” Jack kicked with all the frantic desperation of a well-punished schoolboy. His butt was already on fire; how could it absorb more spanks-- with a hairbrush?!
WHACK! WHACK WHACK! WHACK!
Jack keening went up an octave and doubled in volume. As Carlene expertly wielded her heavy brush all over his well-punished backside, the pain became unreal. He became hoarse from yelling; his face was soon a mess of tears. He kicked wildly, and perspiration from his workout plastered his hair to his head.
When he finally stopped struggling, when he became too tired to kick or pound his fists in the air, when his cries had devolved into unintelligible moans-- only then did Carlene slow down and finally stop. Her own brow was lined with perspiration from her exertions; she dropped the brush into her purse and evaluated her work. The man’s entire backside, down to the tops of his thighs, was a bright, shining red. She could literally feel heat coming off the roasted flesh in waves. Jack was sobbing, hanging like a wrung-out rag over her lap, the terrible burning in his rear end consuming all his attention.
She held him over her lap for several minutes, rocking him gently as he cried himself out.
“Someone got his bottom well and truly toasted today, right, little boy?” she said, not unkindly.
“Y-yes, M-Miss Carlene.”
“Are you going to behave so Miss Carlene doesn’t have to spank your naughty behind again?”
“Oh, yes, Ma’am!”
Carlene chuckled to herself. Grown up boys being boys, she wondered how soon after he was able to sit comfortably again that heartfelt vow would be forgotten.
“Do you need to visit the little boys’ room before you start your corner time?”
Jack nodded.
“Okay, then, up you get.”
She patted his oh-so-sore backside, causing him to wince. He clumsily regained the vertical, and his hands shot back to his outraged buns, which he rubbed while wincing and hopping from foot to foot. Carlene smiled at his obliviousness to the show he was putting on-- when they forgot that they were naked in front of her and three bay windows, there could be no doubt she’d done a thorough job!
“Okay, mister, march that little fried hiney to the boys’ room.”
He became suddenly aware of his nudity as she knew he would; the frantic look out the windows for witnesses and the instant movement of the hands from the rear to the front was comical. His face turned several deeper shades of red as he trotted off as fast as the boxer shorts around his ankles would allow him.
Chuckling, Carlene stood and stretched. She sat back down on the settee, tucking her feet underneath her and taking a long swallow from her water bottle. She pulled her phone out of her bag and checked her email. Soon Jack came creeping back into
the parlor, obviously very conscious now of his state of dress. Carelene beckoned him with her index finger.
She eyed the deeply blushing man standing before her with his hands held low.
“So, have we learned our lesson here today, young man?”
“Yes, Miss Carlene,” said the thoroughly chastened man quietly, his face aflame and his eyes on the floor.
“Good. Now, you’re on restriction for a full week. No release until next Saturday night. I’ll be calling periodically to check in on you. Understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” A whole week? He was so ready to pop right now...how could he possibly make it?
“For your bottom’s sake, I hope you do. Keep in mind, that hairbrush you felt today isn’t my only implement; if you slip up, I’ll be wearing out your backside with the complete set. You’ll be conducting your business meetings standing up for a week.”
Oh, that was how he could make it. The thought of his bottom being any sorer than it was just then was a huge motivator. “You don’t...I won’t...Um, I’ll be good.”
“Excellent. Alright young man, see that corner over there? I want you to put your nose right up against it, put your hands on your head, and don’t move until I call you in an hour. No rubbing. I’ll let myself out.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am.”
“You’re quite welcome. Off you go, now.” Carlene watched the man forlornly shuffle to the corner, place his hands on his head, and stand stock-still. She had done an exceptionally thorough job on him; his backside was positively blazing. She was sure he would have given just about anything to rub, but she doubted he would. She stood, slipped into her sandals, and walked out into the sunshine, locking the door behind her. She walked past the bay windows to make sure the man was visible and in the proper posture. Satisfied, she walked to her car with a spring in her step. She loved her work.
[END]
Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Aunt Carla
All rights reserved
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