During my teenage years, I used to spend the summer holidays with my Aunt Sue and her daughter Sally. I admired my cousin very much, and wanted to impress her – but she always seemed to treat me as much younger than she was, although there was less than a year between us. Sally was very pretty, with coppery hair, brown eyes and a warm cheerful face that was never far from a smile.
My mother often pointed out to me how much better behaved Sally was than I, and it was well known that her mother had used spanking as the main punishment when Sally was younger. What I didn’t realise for some time was that Aunt Sue had no hesitation in giving her daughter a good hiding well into her teens.
One summer, when I was about 14, I was staying for some weeks with my aunt. As usual, I was trying to show Sally that I was ‘grown up’ and so one day I managed to buy some cigarettes from a local shop. I’d never smoked before and neither had Sally – she told me it was absolutely forbidden, and that we would be in serious trouble if her mother found out. I thought this was just a challenge, and persuaded my cousin to try some of the cigarettes.
We went to place by a stream in the nearby wood where we thought we wouldn’t be disturbed. We both smoked a couple of ciggies but decided we didn’t like them. Indeed, Sally looked quite ill and when she got home, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up. Her mother was obviously concerned and asked what the matter was. It pretty soon became clear that we were hiding something and Aunt Sue, who was always very sharp, told us to turn out our pockets. She picked up the packet of cigarettes.
“Are these yours?” she asked me quietly. I nodded. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so grown up. “And you’ve both been smoking them?” She looked at us and we both muttered ‘yes’. “Right,” she said, “Sally, go up to your room.” Sally didn’t say anything but looked close to tears as she left the room.
Aunt Sue turned to me. She was always calm and direct, never needing to shout to make a point. “Michael, I’m sure Sally told you the smoking is not allowed?” I nodded. “So you have both been deliberately disobedient. In a minute, I shall go upstairs and I shall give Sally a good smacked bottom, and I think that you should have the same punishment.”
I was absolutely numb with shock – firstly at the thought that my lovely cousin was going to be spanked at the age of 15 and then at the idea that I would be getting the same. Aunt Sue told me to go to my room and wait for her. I just sat on my bed, stomach churning, and hands shaking. I heard my aunt go into Sally’s room next door.
There was a murmur of voices for a minute or two, then a pause, and then… Smack! Then again… Smack, smack, smack! I could clearly hear the sound of my cousin getting her punishment, and by the sound of the slapping, it was obviously a hard spanking on her bare bottom. It seemed to go on for ages, but Sally made very little sound as far as I could hear. At last it stopped, and I heard the door close.
My aunt came into my room. She was rather flushed and breathing heavily, but I had no doubt that she was quite able to deal with me as effectively as she had her daughter.
She said: “Michael, I’m very disappointed in you for encouraging Sally to misbehave in this way. If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have done wrong and had to be punished. Are you willing to accept the same punishment?”
It was hard to speak, but I managed to say yes, and that I was sorry. “Good,” Aunt Sue said, “now please take you trousers and pants off.”
There was no question of disobeying her instructions. My aunt went to the bed and put the two pillows on top of each other at the edge of the bed. “Lie face down there.” I did. “You are to keep still while I punish you – any attempt to get up will earn you a longer spanking.”
There was a slight pause, then she began to smack hard. I was surprised how much more it hurt compared to my mother’s spankings – probably because Aunt Sue was a keen tennis player. Smack, smack, smack, smack! It seemed to go on forever, and left me sobbing into the bedclothes.
Finally it was over. I had to stay in my room for the rest of the day, and I certainly behaved better afterwards.
Contributor: Michael