During the holidays, I always went to my aunt’s house in the country. Aunt Pat was a strange lady, nothing like my mum (her sister). She was a widow, very religious and (perhaps surprisingly) a naturist. She worked from home, doing the books for local companies. She had one daughter, Carol, who was the same age as me.
Immediately after school finished in my last year I was put on the bus to my Aunt’s house. She met me at the bus stop and walked me home with her daughter, Carol.
As soon as we arrived, my aunt and Carol stripped off while I went to my room. I knew the form so stripped off as well. I walked back into the front room and my aunt spotted the six stripes on my bum from Miss Mason’s caning that week. “Somebody’s been a naughty boy!” she remarked and I blushed.
Carol immediately walked across and had a look at my bottom. My aunt ushered us both out before going into her office to start work, and we walked out into the garden and began chatting. Carol wanted to know all the details about my caning, so I told her, albeit with a few more blushes.
Carol was very beautiful and she had little time for boys while her mum was around. But a few days after my arrival, Aunt Pat had to go into town. Once her mum had gone, Carol started teasing me again about my caning. She told me that I deserved a good spanking – and naturally I quickly agreed!
My cousin sat down on a chair and I flopped over her knees. As you can guess, I wriggled as she spanked me, even though she was not doing it that hard. I got aroused and my erect cock rubbed against Carol’s bare thighs.
Suddenly, she stopped spanking me and eased me off her lap. At first, I thought I must have upset her by getting a hard-on – but in fact the opposite was the case. Carol took me into her bedroom and we started fumbling around, as teenage virgins do. We were not having much luck shagging so Carol decided to put her mouth around my erection and begn teasing it with her tongue.
Everything was going well until the door opened with a crash, revealing Aunt Pat, who had arrived back home earlier than expected. She ordered us both into the front room. We got the mother of all lectures before she told us to stand in opposite corners of the room. Aunt Pat disappeared for a moment, then returned with a thick leather strap in her hand.
Carol was ordered to bend over the armchair and Aunt Pat stood alongside her. As was customary at their house, Aunt Pat delivered one whack for each year, making a total of 16 on poor Carol’s bum. She was crying hard by the end, then was told to stand in the corner and I was summoned forward to take her place.
I bent over the arm of the chair and waited. I had felt her belt a couple of times previously so knew what to expect. To my horror, Aunt Pat laid it on extra hard. I was wailing like a small child by the end.
Aunt Pat gave us a final lecture before sending us to our respective bedrooms – then that evening, all three of us went to church, where Carol and I were instructed to pray for forgiveness.
The good thing about Aunt Pat was that once the punishment had been given and we had asked for forgiveness, she forgot all about our sins and life continued as normal. Naturally, Carol and I found life rather awkward for several days but we soon returned to normal. Aunt Pat still kept a close eye on us, though, and never left us alone at home again that holiday.
Sadly, Aunt Pat died about ten years ago but Carol and I still keep in touch. She even told my wife about the incident a couple of years ago. My wife made sure she teased me about it and still reminds me what happens to naughty boys.
Contributor: Peter