“Aunt Fran, today in class.”
“Yes?”
“We had a spelling test.”
“Yes?”
“And I forgot to study. I wasn’t prepared.”
“Go on.”
“So I looked at Alexandra, you know, my friend Allie’s paper.”
“You mean you tried to copy?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You were caught cheating?”
There it was, the second time today she had been called a cheat.
“I didn’t cheat, Aunt Fran, honest, I didn’t, I only tried to copy.”
“And then what happened?”
So Nancy started to sniffle as she told her Aunt the whole story. How she had to wear the sign which said CHEATER, pined to her back all day at school. How ever one laughed at her behind her back all day, and would do it again tomorrow. And how she had been spanked in front of the entire class at the end of the day.
Once she started telling the story, she couldn’t stop herself. Nancy had to make a complete confession. About how her skirt was raised, how the entire class could see her panties, how she was paddled on her bottom and the backs of her legs. How she had cried for at least five minutes afterwards.
“And you know the rule.”
“Yes, Aunt Fran.”
“And what is the rule?”
“That if I get spanked at school, I get spanked at home a second time.”
“But you weren’t doing to tell me. You were sneaking up the stairs to put on your jeans so I wouldn’t see your legs.”
“But I was going to tell you, really Aunt Fran, after dinner.”
“I’d like to believe you, Nancy, really I would, but I don’t think so.”
“No, Aunt Fran, really, I was going to tell you, after dinner.”
“Nancy, I don’t think you were going to tell me. And do you know what that makes you?”
“I’m not sure I understand, Aunt Fran.”
“It makes you a cheat AND a liar.”
“No, Aunt Fran, honest.”
Her Aunt Fran went on to explain that this was much more serious than she had though, that she was going to have to spank Nancy twice, once for cheating at school, and once for planning to lie about it.
“But I didn’t cheat, I only tried to copy, and I was going to tell.”
“There you go again Nancy, telling a lie. Do I have to spank you three times? Is that what you want? To be spanked on your bare bottom twice tonight, and again in the morning on your bare bottom before you go to school?”
“No, Aunt Fran.”
And then Nancy realized, Aunt Fran said she was going to spank Nancy on the bare. She hadn’t been spanked in almost a year, and she hadn’t been spanked on her bare bottom since she was a child.
“Please, Aunt Fran, not on the bare.”
“Nancy, you have a serious problem, and only a good long bare bottom spanking will cure it.”
“Aunt Fran, please.”
“Nancy, this is for your own good. Now go to your room and wait. When I get up stairs, I want to see you standing in the corner, right up against the wall.”
“Please, Aunt Fran, please?”
“Missy, get!”
So Nancy went up the stairs to her room, and stood in the corner as instructed. Her Aunt came into the room five minutes later. They were a very long five minutes.
First Nancy heard her, and then she told the pretty 18 year old to turn around. Nancy turned and saw what her Aunt had in her hands, and her heart stopped beating for a moment. In one hand she had a strap of heavy leather. In the other she had one of her Tai Chi slippers.
“Nancy, take off your sweater and hang it up. Then take off your new blouse and skirt – they’re new and we don’t want it to wrinkle them.”
“Aunt Fran, please, not my blouse.”
“Nancy, your whining is getting tedious, do as you’re told, IMMEDIATELY!”
Nancy was all of 5 foot tall and weighed about 93 pounds in her bra and panties. Aunt Fran was 20 years older, 6 or 7 inches taller, and about 30 pounds heavier. There was no way the little girl was going to win this argument. Besides, Nancy could see her Aunt was starting to get really angry, so she did as she was told. Taking off her blouse was the worst part. The pretty 18 year old barely filled an A-cup bra and she was very self-conscious about the size of her tits. Finally, when Nancy had stripped down to her bra and panties, Aunt Fran put the chair in the center of the room, sat down, and motioned for Nancy to come over. Nancy was getting frightened.
“Over my knee.”
It was a long time since she was in that position. Now, her feet touched the floor on one side, and she could reach down with her hands on the other side for support. Aunt Fran lifted the back of her blouse to expose Nancy’s waist and the top of her panties. They were very tight across her bottom and the feeling of humiliation was returning. Then she let Nancy have it with the slipper.
Nancy had seen these slippers for years, but had never given them much thought. Back in Virginia several of her friends took Tai Chi classes, and her Aunt Fran wore them when she did her morning Tai Chi exercise. They were made of black cloth on top, with a white cloth lining. The sole was red rubber in a waffle pattern. These were European size 36, made at the Red Dove Factory Number 1.
Nancy’s friend Karen told her that she usually got spanked with a leather slipper and that it didn’t hurt that much, certainly not as much as the hair brush her dad used when he was really angry. And then the slipper landed on Nancy’s tight little bottom, on the right cheek, very hard, exactly where Miss Johnson had done the most damage with the paddle.
“Ahhh.”
“Please Aunt Fran, that hurt.”
“Of course it hurt, it was supposed to, you little fool.”
Aunt Fran gave her six or seven more, just as hard on her bottom, and before she started on the backs of Nancy’s legs. These hurt more than on her bottom, and she knew it, so she hit harder.
“Ahhhhh. Please?”
Aunt Fran stopped for a moment, and Nancy though she was finished. But she only stopped to lower Nancy’s panties. They were very tight and she had to work to get them over Nancy’s shapely hips.
“Please Aunt Fran, not on the bare.”
“Lift up,” she commanded, and as she smacked Nancy again with the slipper.
Aunt Fran got her panties down to Nancy’s knees, and now she could see how red Nancy’s bottom really was. They she started all over again, working from side to side, slowly spanking her way down her bottom and the backs of her legs. By the time she reached Nancy’s panties, bunched up around her knees, the young girl was crying.
“Nancy, I didn’t think you were a cry baby.”
“Sniffle, sniffle, this really hurts, Aunt Fran.”
“That’s OK, the first part is over.”
The first part. Nancy couldn’t imagine there could be more. Then she made Nancy get up and with her panties still around her knees, hobble back to the corner.
“And put your hands on top of your head,” Aunt Fran ordered.
Nancy had hated to do corner time when she was a child, hated to stand there in only an undershirt after a spanking. But standing there in this ridiculous position, wearing only her bra and knee socks, with her panties down around her knees, was much worse, much worse than the humiliation of the school spanking.
Her back side bottom was burning. That was the only thing she could think of – that her ass and legs were on fire. After ten minutes the pain was still as intense. Then the next command.
“Go over to your desk and lean over it! Rest your head on your arms!”
Again Nancy hobbled over to the new location, her panties still keeping her legs trapped together. Next time her Aunt would make the little girl take off her panties, so she could get a look at Nancy’s pussy. Her niece was a natural red-head and Aunt Fran was dying to get a peak at Nan’s snatch.
“Nancy, I just spanked you for cheating at school today.”
“But I was only trying to copy.”
“NANCY!”
“Yes, Aunt Fran?”
“You don’t listen. Do I need to spank you with the slipper again in the morning?”
“No, Aunt Fran.”
“I’m going to spank you again, with the strap. In England, a naughty girl like you would get the cane, and in France the martinet. But here we’ll have to settle for the strap. Because you wear short skirts to school, I’ll only give you six, very hard, on your bottom. You have to count the strokes. If you miss a count, it doesn’t count. Do you understand?”
It didn’t do any good to try and explain.
“Yes, Aunt Fran.”
“Before we begin, I think you should thank me. I’m doing this for your own good.”
This was too humiliating. There was a long silence.
“Nancy, do we need to start all over with the slipper?
“No, Ma’am… and thank you, Ma’am.”
“Count, please.”
Nancy could hear the strap as it descended, and then…
Thwak…
“Ahhh.”
“Count.”
“One”
Thwak thwak.
“Two… Three.. Please, Aunt Fran?’
“What is it Nancy?”
“It hurts too much, Aunt Fran, I can’t take any more.”
“Of course it hurts, that’s what a spanking is all about.”
Thwak thwack.
“Four… Five… Please, Aunt Fran, my ass is on fire.”
“Only one more. And watch your filthy mouth.”
THWAK!
“Ahhhhhh.”
“I didn’t hear you count. Do I need to repeat?”
“Six, Aunt Fran, please, six, six, I said six.”
Nancy slumped forward onto the desk, crying profusely. Her Aunt Fran watched for two or three minutes as the pretty 18 year old sobbed uncontrollably, and then she walked from the room.
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