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>Aunt Janice made me stand in front of her and I felt >humiliated. She told me I am going to get a long, >hard spanking on my bare bottom. She reaches out and >begins to unbutton my pants. I blush as she unzips >the fly then pulls them all the way down. Standing >now in my white Hanes briefs, I squint my eyes in >horror as she reaches back out to hook her thumbs into >the waistband of my underwear. > >I distinctly feel her thumbnails run down the side of >my hips and thighs as she pulls my briefs down to >knees. I’m completely exposed and my Aunt can see >my private parts. > >I’m staring at her lap as she takes my arms and >pulls me across her knees. If I weren’t so >terrified, I might have noticed the softness of her >summer dress’s folds on her thighs that my bare >front is resting on. > >As I lie there with my bare bottom exposed I realize >how vulnerable I feel in this classic over the knee >position. She reiterates, driving mebarrassment, that >I have been very naughty, that I’ve had this coming >for a long time, and I am going GET SPANKED. > >She punctuates that with the first spank. I can’t >believe that her hand could hurt this much. I can’t >believe that just one single spank hurts that much. >Before my thoughts can continue, comes another spank. >Then another. Each one stings all the more. > >The pace varies, but the intensity is hard. I feel >almost a panic, that I can’t bear this. The >stinging spanks rain down all over my bare butt and >especially down on the sit spots — they burn the >most of all. I had begun crying long ago, and now >I’m slipping into a singular blur. I have no >thoughts in my head other than, “I’m getting a >spanking,” as I sob. > >I am limp on my Aunt’s lap, crying hard, as I >realize she has stopped. My butt is on fire. It >takes a while before my heaving cries relax to normal >tears. She nudges up her left leg to make me get up. >As I stand my hands immediately swing to my but to rub >the pain. Nothing makes the burning stop. Then, >embarrassingly, I remember that my underwear is still >down and my private parts are showing. I humbly pulls >them back up but don’t even bother with my pants. > >Aunt tells me my punishment is over and I’m free to >stay her or go to my room. In my shame, I pick my >pants up off the floor and slowly trod off. Walking >to my room, my red cheeks are clearly visible through >my thin cotton briefs. I flop onto the bed and cry >myself to sleep.

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