From the Top Shelf - An Aunt's Firm Hand, part 2

Last week I shared with you the first part of a letter to Corporal magazine, in which teenage cousins experience discipline from a firm but fair aunt. This week we conclude the letter.

Exactly one week later I was an hour and a half late coming home from a date. When I saw Aunt Louise waiting up for me, waiting in that chair with paddle in hand, I knew I was for it.

"There is no use lecturing you, " she said sternly," You know what time you are supposed to be in. Come over here."

I had been dreading my first spanking and my knees were shaking as I went over to her. I was thankful that this was to be a private session since the others had already gone to bed. I felt a little strange in my tummy as she put me over her knee, sort of like a helpless little child. My shirt was pushed above my waist and my right wrist was held in the small of my back. A cool breeze rippled across my bottom as my shorts came down and I felt so bare, unprotected and helpless. There was a pause as she raised the paddle and then, SMACK! It came down with an awful sting. SMACK! A second time it landed, and the pain made me jump. SMACK! A little lower this time, catching me on the under-slope of my behind. SMACK! Oh how it hurt! SMACK! I gritted my teeth and tried to keep still but I couldn't stop my legs from jerking or my hips from grinding. SMACK! My bottom felt like it was being scalded.

SMACK! I began to understand Ellie's lack of control. SMACK! I was really writhing now. SMACK! "Ohhhhhhh". I couldn't be quiet any longer. SMACK! "Eeeooooowwww!" SMACK! "Please no more!" SMACK! "Waaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

I gave up completely and wailed like a banshee. Again and again the paddle stung my bottom. I knew the girls upstairs could hear my yells but I didn't care any more. The skin on my fanny was on fire and nothing else mattered. I yelled with the pain and begged for forgiveness.

SMACK! "P-Please Aunty!" SMACK! I-Eeeowwwww, I'll never be late again!" SMACK! "Oh please I can't take anymore"

Around swat number 30 she hit a particularly sensitive spot and I gave such a jump that I fell right off her knees. If I had been thinking straight I would have gotten right back over her lap, but I was in too much pain to think. I just grabbed my bottom and ran upstairs to my bedroom with Aunt Louise calling after me to stop.

When I burst into the bedroom, all the girls were up. They had all been listening to me getting it.

Thirty seconds later Aunt Louise came in with a thick leather strap doubled over in her hand. Her face was like thunder and her hands were trembling she was so angry. I cringed in the corner, scared stiff.

I fought back wildly when she tried to pull me over to the bed. She yelled for the girls to help and suddenly I felt my arms pinned to my sides. I was stretched across the bed with all three girls holding me in a position of immobility.

One held my arms and a second held my legs. A third at first held my waist but I stopped struggling in abject defeat and Aunt Louise indicated that she could let go. Aunt Louise pulled my shirt back above my waist. I wore no shorts, they had been kicked off somewhere in my flight to the bedroom.

Suddenly there was a loud CRACK! as the folded leather strap wrapped itself round my bottom. I screamed. The paddle had only tickled compared to this!

CRACK! "Eeeeeeowwww -please stop!" CRACK! "Owwwwww bawwwwwwahhhh, I'm sorry Aunty" CRACK! "Owwwwww Pleeeeeeeeeeease.." CRACK! Oh Mommy help me....owwwwwwwww!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

After the tenth whack I couldn't even plead coherently any more. All I could do was howl in agony with all the power in my lungs. However that didn't stop Aunt Louise from raising welt upon welt on my already swollen bottom and thighs. I don't know how many she gave me, but when she was finished I was half mad with the pain.

The next morning when all the girls and I examined my bottom, we found both cheeks puffed up to one and a half times their normal size. I had to wear loose shorts for the next two days for any attempt to slip into jeans was pure agony.

We are now much better behaved than we used to be. When I return home my parents are going to be amazed at how my conduct has improved. My worry now is that Aunt Louise will tell them how she managed to do it. If she does you can bet it's sure going to stay improved!

Will Aunt Louise divulge her secret to the teen's parents? I wonder...

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 7

This week we discussed what happens when you just don`t feel like giving or receiving a spanking.

Six of the best: Love pats or spankings can only be given between two consenting adults.

Lea: There have definitely been times where I wasn't really into it. I always make my feelings known to my partner. Sometimes the play will get postponed. Sometimes not. Our dynamic is a Dominant-submissive one, where he is in charge. I've told him in the past that if he decides he still wants to spank, fondle or have sex with me, even if I'm not quite feeling it, I'm okay with him going for it.

And when he goes for it anyway, I can't recall a single time where I was not pleased at the end. The transfer of power is really what does it for me. I adore impact play and spanking. I love the feeling. But I think its all enhanced for me by giving up the control. So in instances where he's spanked me anyway, I've loved it anyway!

Welcome, Lea!

Jan: hi Hermione, not often, but hubby would stop if he knew I really wasn't in a good place for it. No fun if we are both not with the program is there?

Dr. Ken: There have been times. Thankfully, the feeling never lasts.... :-)

abby: Depends on the spanking. If it is Monday maintenance or a punishment spanking...I have no say. If we going for some play, then He will probably try to entice me with some pre spanking fun...it usually works.

Abby Williams: Hi Hermione! I'm finally blogging again and thought I'd start trying to reach out to other bloggers and comment once again, starting with the Sunday Brunch!

If I'm not up for a spanking session, whether planned or spontaneous, I let Mr. W know. He may try to get me back in the mood, but it is always done in the spirit of love and getting reconnected with each other and with our favorite activity. If it's just not the right time, it is never forced. I fear being a disappointment, especially when it comes to something we were excited to do together, so I do try to pull myself together if I can. If I can't, we do something else - cuddle or watch TV, or even go toy shopping online - until the right mood comes back.

We could probably press on even if I wasn't up for a spanking, but because it is so much a part of our romantic relationship and our connection, it's so much better when we both want it together. We play with the roles of submissive and dominant, bottom and top, but at the core, we are equals and that makes it easier to share with each other when it is or isn't spanking time. (On the bright side, it usually IS.)

Welcome back, Abby! You have been missed.

Arched one: All of the spanking I get is consensual. Having said that if I really did something to upset her, and by our rules for punishment I receive when she wants to give. So if I was not in the mood and she had a reason to punish me I'd accept it even if not in the mood.

Ronnie: I can't remember an occasion when, as long as I've been fit and well, that I've turned a spanking down:) There may have been times when I've had flu or something which makes you feel a bit down and I probably would have cried off but lucky P notices such things and would postpone.

Hermione: I am usually up for it any time, any place! But there have been occasions when I`m preoccupied with a task and my mind is just not on spanking. Or if I have been busy working in the garden all afternoon I might not have the energy for any more aerobic activity. I usually don`t object if Ron decides it`s time for a spanking, though. I soon get in the mood!

On the other hand, if Ron looks tired or unwell, I will offer to postpone our spanking date. Then it`s up to him to say yea or nay.

Thank you all for joining in the fun. See you next time!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #111

Good day all! It's a fine day today, regardless of the weather, because we are all together again to talk about spanking. We are all enthusiasts in one way or another, but sometimes our enthusiasm isn't quite up to its usual level.

Has there ever been a time when you just didn't feel like participating in a spanking? Did you make your feelings known to your partner? If so, did the spanking happen anyway, or was it postponed?

Leave your reply as a comment and I will publish a summary of our discussion when the weekend is over.

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Arched one: You will go into the store and ask the clerk for help. You will tell her that you are to buy a cane and a whip and that they are to be used on you today. After you pay for them you will thank her for her help and tell her that you get spanked three times a week and this will be a first with a cane and whip.

Ronnie: You will go in and tell the shop assistant your governess wants the cane in the window and to have it sent to the house today. We'll see if the threat of the cane improves your behaviour and studies and if not - then I'm sure a taste of it will.

Leigh: Take this and go buy whatever item you like, then meet me at the corner. When we get home we'll test it to make sure it works correctly.

Dr. Ken: "Here's some money to cover the cost. Buy the best cane they have. You know the type. Then meet me back at the house. We'll see how long it takes that "iron bottom" of yours to break it this time."

Baxter: Your punishment is to take this money and go in there and buy the spanking implement of your choosing, knowing full well that I am going to thrash you with it. Now go ahead, like a good boy, wipe that frown off your face, and go in the store and ask the nice lady for some help. She will even test the implement on your bare butt, if you want. She is a full service store owner.

Kingspan: There were times that Michael really wished Mary Poppins would come back.

Sir Wendel: I must have that lovely little vase for my collection. Would be a dear and pick up for me. We’ll get ice cream afterwards.
 
Hermione: Here's your fee. That was one hell of a caning you gave me, I must say. Next week we'll try the flogger.

Friday FUN

It's wiggly giggly day today in Blogland. Fun bum pictures that will have you hypnotized.

Aaaah! That's better

I hope that wasn't her personal trainer

Not a very effective spanking, but whatever turns you on

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An afternoon stroll sometimes takes you past all sorts of unexpected but interesting shops. What do you suppose the conversation is between these two? Which item in the shop window might they be discussing?

From the Top Shelf - An Aunt's Firm Hand, part 1

Today's selection is from Corporal magazine, which was a publication that is such a lovely vignette of 1950's small town America at its most quaint. Here is the first part of a letter from a young person who finds that Aunt Louise has very strict attitudes on how young people should behave while living under her roof. Whether the letter was written by a young man or woman is unclear, so I hope that allows you to put yourself into the writer's shoes.

Dear Corporal,

I've been staying at my Aunt Louise's for two months now during the summer break. It's a delightful summer cottage right near the seashore and I'm having a ball. The only fly in the ointment is my aunt's ideas on discipline.

My three cousins and myself who were invited down here for the summer thought that one of the advantages we would enjoy was doing as we pleased with no interference from our parents. It hasn't worked out that way at all!

Soon after we arrived Aunt Louise posted a set of rules on the kitchen bulletin board for us to follow. The list had regulations for behavior and dress, curfews, dates etc. The rules were pretty tough. They were OK for a 14 year old, I suppose, but since Jan and Ellie were 17 and Laurie and I were 19, they were quite strict for us.

We argued with our aunt about them but she was adamant and told us we could either accept them or leave. We four talked about it privately and figured we could probably cover up for one another and, since there were four of us and only one of her, we were sure we could carry it off. We did not want to leave.

We didn't know how she intended to punish us if we did misbehave but, boy, we soon found out!

All of us are proud of our figures, especially Laurie who likes to show hers off. At the beach she always wore the tiniest bikini she could buy. She knew Aunt Louise wouldn't approve but since the beach was only a ten minute walk from the house, she couldn't resist taking a chance. She used to put her bikini on in her room and then wear a beach robe over it to go back and forth to the beach so Aunt Louise wouldn't see.

One day she came in just before supper and started to go up to her room to change. However Aunt Louise insisted she stay downstairs and eat right away with the rest of us. After supper was finished, Aunt Louise said she had been told by a neighbour that Laurie had been at the beach, surrounded by boys, wearing an indecent swim suit.

Then she made Laurie take off her robe. Aunt Louise gasped when she saw what Laurie was wearing. The bikini she had on was the flimsiest, briefest I've ever seen. Our aunt bawled her out and then left the room. When she came back she was carrying a paddle. The paddle was about 16 inches long including the handle, four inches wide and 3/8 inches thick. It was made of some kind of smooth blond wood. Laurie started protesting and backed away but she was grabbed by the arm. Aunt Louise sat on a straight-backed armless chair and forced Laurie over her lap. Laurie's right wrist was pulled behind and held in the small of her back. Aunt Louise put the paddle down and pulled Laurie's bikini bottoms down to her knees. Picking up the paddle again she gave us all a lecture on proper dress while Laurie struggled in vain.

Lecture over, Aunt Louise raised the paddle over her head and brought it down hard on Laurie's bare bottom with a loud SMACK! Laurie jumped but remained silent. SMACK! down it came again. We were all startled by the loud noise it made. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Laurie's buttocks had been pure white compared to the beautiful copper tan she had everywhere else but now they were turning blushing pink. SMACK! The girl winced each time the paddle landed but still she kept quiet.

I guess she was trying to be brave. After about ten whacks, she began to squirm and kick. SMACK! Number 15 landed and was greeted by a loud "Owwwww!" The rest of us giggled.

SMACK! "Owwwww!" SMACK! Yeeeeowwwww!"

At 20 swats the crying started. Soon she was bawling like a baby but Aunt Louise kept going. 25, 30, 35 SMACK! "Owwwwwww please stop!" SMACK! "Ooooohhhh please don't!" SMACK! "I won't do it again." SMACK! "Bahwahwahboohoooooo"

Around 50 it stopped. By then Laurie's bottom was brilliant red and swollen up with a few bruises beginning to appear. Aunt Louise let her up and she grabbed her fanny with both hands and, with the bikini tangled around her ankles, she hopped around the room clutching her sore bottom and howling at the top of her voice.

Aunt Louise never mentioned the incident again. We found out that was her way. Once a spanking had been given, the slate was wiped clean.

A few days later a blackboard appeared on the kitchen wall. Aunt Louise announced that anytime one of us did something wrong which wasn't bad enough to earn an on-the-spot spanking, they would be given a demerit. Any of us who got more than 10 in a week would be spanked on Saturday.

Two weeks later we watched Ellie get it. Four times during the week she had been given demerits for minor disobedience; three demerits each time for a total of 12. Just before bedtime, Aunt Louise sentenced her to three whacks for each demerit. Ellie pleaded but it did no good.

She was pulled down across our aunt's lap and her jeans were lowered to her knees. Her panties followed and her blouse was pulled up well above her waist. The paddle descended and she yelped. Unlike Laurie, she made no attempt to be brave.

SMACK! "Eeeeee" SMACK" Yeeeoooowwwwwww!" SMACK! "Oh I promise to be good!" SMACK! "Oh please stop!" SMACK...........

By 20 swats Ellie was letting loose with some pretty ear splitting shrieks. Her bottom was crimson and bobbing up and down. Every time the paddle smacked them, her bottom cheeks quivered like bowls of jelly. Smack after resounding smack echoed through the room intermixed with Ellie's yelling and pleading for mercy. After the 36 whacks had been administered, Aunt Louise remarked that she certainly had behaved like a big baby, and made fun of her as she continued to cry and wail.

Did the author manage to escape a spanking that summer? To be continued...