And then, just as Helen was about to flick soldier boy for a third time, the door to the room was flung open and Aunt Rose walked in.
Chapter 2: The Punishment
“What the flippin’ bell is going on here?” shouted Aunt Rose. She was fuming.
Helen had jumped off the bed and onto the floor as soon as she had seen her come in. I’d grabbed a pillow and was hiding my wilting soldier, but continued lying on the bed. My face cheeks were burning hot: I must have been blushing a beetroot colour.
Despite the stress of the situation I couldn’t help noticing that, as she stood in the doorway, momentarily dumbfounded, Aunt Rose was dressed in a very attractive short skirt, and a top with deep cleavage. This was unusual for her: she looked extremely attractive.
“Well?” Aunt Rose demanded in a peremptory voice. “Why are you both naked? You are very naughty. An absolute disgrace!”
Neither Helen nor I said a word. We were terrified.
“Helen! Go to your room. Now! Put your nightie on, please, and go! Do not dare to leave your room until I have come to speak with you about what has happened here. But first I am going to deal with your cousin. You’d better have a good explanation and it had better be the same, or you will both be feeling the consequences of my fury!”
Helen knew better than to reply. She lifted herself up off the floor. I could see that she was also blushing. She hurriedly put on her nightie and ran from the room without even glancing at me.
“Now then, young man. What’s been going on? Why are you naked? What were you doing?”
I stared down at the mattress, averting my eyes from Aunt Rose, keeping the pillow in place over my soldier, who had still not retreated to barracks. In fact, if anything, and despite the stress of the situation, he had begun to re-inflate to full size. Aunt Rose really did look very alluring in that outfit.
“Well? I’m waiting.” Aunt Rose sounded fearful.
“Nothing, auntie. We were just playing a game, that’s all.”
“Nothing? Nothing? What kind of a game?”
“‘I’ll show you mine’, auntie.”
“Oh, I see. You were looking at each other’s naked bodies. Did you touch her naked body, Johnny?”
Again, I said nothing. I glanced up at Aunt Rose. She was standing about a metre away, arms crossed, glaring at me.
“Well, Johnny?” she continued after a brief silence. “Were you touching?”
“Only a little bit, auntie.”
“Only a little bit,” she parroted. “Right, I am going to teach you a lesson so you do not play such games with Helen again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, auntie.”
She sat down on the bed close to me.
“Come here. Lie across my lap, please. I am going to spank your bottom. And remove that ridiculous pillow from in front of you.”
I placed the pillow back on the bed and stood up. Soldier boy wasn’t standing pertly to rigid attention, but neither was he fully asleep, and still rising up above the horizontal. I hesitated, blushing, embarrassed that Aunt Rose could see that my soldier was still quite excited. I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t just shrunk to his flaccid size given the stressful situation I was in.
Aunt Rose had become very still and was staring directly at my soldier without saying a word but even that wasn’t making him shrink. On the contrary, her closeness and obvious interest were having the opposite effect, causing him to rise slowly, pulsating with my increased heartbeat. A glob of precum dribbled from the tip.
Eventually, just before soldier boy was fully extended, Aunt Rose broke the awkward silence:
“Johnny, I asked you to lie across my lap. I am going to spank you. Lie this way please. I want to use my right arm: it’s stronger.”
“Sorry, auntie.”
I did as she demanded, struggling to decide what to do with my soldier. Aunt Rose had allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs as she sat on the bed. My soldier ended up squished between Aunt Rose’s legs and my tummy. Despite my anxiety over the punishment that I was about to experience, I felt a surge of pleasurable sensation from the pressure of Aunt Rose’s naked thighs against my soldier.
SLAP!
Suddenly Aunt Rose’s palm crashed down hard against one of my buttocks. My eyes bulged out as I felt the searing sensation, but I suppressed a cry.
“You will not play naughty games with Helen again.”
SMACK!
The other buttock this time.
“You will not show your naked body to Helen again.”
SLAP!
Back to the original buttock, with the same vicious force. Again, I resisted calling out or complaining.
SMACK!
The other buttock. Now I needed to bite my hand to prevent myself from vocalising the pain. Strangely, though, I could feel pleasure emanating from soldier boy, who still hadn’t shrunk. Aunt Rose could surely feel him pushing hard against her thighs.
“You will not play naughty games with Helen!”
And her hand came down again, but this time the smack was lighter, and her palm lingered on my buttock for just a second, long enough for me to notice the gentle pressure as she briefly kneaded my buttock.
“You will not show yourself naked to Helen again!”
Slap!
Again the pressure of the smack was reduced and Aunt Rose’s hand hesitated on the buttock. This time she did not remove her hand, leaving her palm pressed against my bottom. I felt her slowly squeeze my buttock and then gently caress both in a circular motion.
“That’s enough smacking,” she said quietly. “Your buttocks are looking quite sore already. Stay where you are, Johnny. I need to apply some soothing cream.”
Aunt Rose leaned over me to reach one of the bedside drawers. As she did so her cleavage pushed into my face, soft and warm. I breathed in her scent; a luxurious mixture of perfume and natural body odour. She lifted herself up all too soon, clearly having found what she was looking for. Soldier boy was intoxicated; I could feel him straining furiously at the junction between Aunt Rose’s naked thighs and my tummy.
“Now: I know you will have learnt your lesson, Johnny, about leaving Helen alone, so I’m just going to try and reduce some of the searing sensation from your buttocks.”
The cream felt cool and refreshing on my buttocks. As Aunt Rose massaged it around I sensed soldier boy becoming even more excited. It seemed that she was being quite assiduous in the application of the cream, replenishing it once, and then once more again, being careful not to exert too much pressure on my buttocks.
On the fourth occasion that she cupped more cream into her hand, she began to massage areas where she hadn’t spanked me. Her hand moved to the side of my buttocks, then along the top of my thighs. Finally, in a move that caught me completely by surprise, she delved her slippery hand between my thighs and carried on moving upwards. Her momentum caused my legs to part slightly so that she was able to reach the sacs on which my soldier usually rested. Instead of drawing back, she let her fingers stroke and squeeze them gently, before attempting to move further up towards my tummy. She was touching soldier boy!
“Oh! Ohh!” I called out. But it was a moan of pleasure, not pain.
Aunt Rose said nothing but retracted her hand, gave me one final round of circular massage on my buttocks, then slapped me lightly on both buttocks.
“Right, Johnny. You should be alright now. Up you get.”
I stood up and faced Aunt Rose, not exactly sure what to do. I was waiting further instructions because she seemed so firmly in control. Soldier boy was the hardest I’d ever seen him, well over belly button height and freely oozing sticky precum fluid from the tip. The fluid was beginning to dribble onto the floor. I was too embarrassed to put my hands on him to wipe away the sticky liquid in front of Aunt Rose, who was again staring intently at my soldier. Then a faint smile brightened her face.
“Now, Johnny,” she said finally, “I need to be sure what it is exactly that you did with Helen, so that I can check her story against yours. You had better tell the truth, or there will be more punishment.”
Chapter 3: The Testimony
How was I to know what Helen was going to say when confronted by Aunt Rose? Still, if I made something up there would be less chance of it matching Helen’s version, so I decided to tell the truth.
“Well, we saw each other’s bodies naked, then we touched each other.”
“I see. I want you to show me exactly how you touched Helen, please.”
“She was naked, auntie.”
“Good try, young man, good try. I am not stripping for you, if that’s what you meant.”
I blushed an even deeper shade of red.
“But what was Helen doing when you touched her? Was she lying down?”
“Yes, auntie.”
“Alright, I’ll do the same and then you can show me exactly what you did to her.”
Aunt Rose lay back on the bed. Her skirt rode up her thighs even more as she did so, exposing the tip of her pink panties. The panties only just covered her love nest; the styling was such that the sides of the hips were left exposed. The edges were frilly with lace. But the most memorable feature was a very noticeable damp patch over her love nest, in the same area that I had kissed Helen. I felt a surge of ecstasy sweep through my soldier and into my body. He jerked visibly. Aunt Rose would have seen it: she had been staring at me intently all the while.
“Right, come on then, show me.”
I clambered onto the bed and leant over Aunt Rose. The lacy edge of her bra just showed above her top, adorning her cleavage. The location of her nipples was clearly identifiable. It almost looked as if she had hidden a couple of Maltesers under the thin material. I kissed her breasts as I had done with Helen, once again becoming intoxicated with Aunt Rose’s aroma. Her breathing had become quite noisy, as if she had been exercising.
report “Was that it?” she asked when I lifted my head up, having kissed the area of each nipple a couple of times. She sounded disappointed.
“Yes. That’s how I kissed Helen, auntie.”
“Oh…. OK. What then?”
I blushed once more. Soldier boy was oozing sticky fluid onto Aunt Rose’s dress. I backed off her slightly so that he would drip onto the bed sheets.
“Well? Was there more?” insisted Aunt Rose.
“I touched her love nest, then kissed it.”
“You did what? You had better show me exactly what you did, Johnny.”
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