DISCLAIMER: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a girl and an older woman. If you are under 18 do not read.
ADVENTURES WITH MY AUNTY JEAN
I was eleven years old when I had to go and live with my Auntie Jean and Uncle Jack and my two cousins, Susan and Claire. My parents had both died suddenly in an accident and as my aunt and uncle were my godparents as well they agreed to assume their responsibility and bring me up as their own as soon as everything was settled.
Auntie Jean was very strict and used to give me a smack on the hand, or the backs of my legs if ever I over-stepped the mark or didn't do as I was told. My first experience of a proper spanking though, didn't happen until I was twelve. My aunt got me across her lap and spanked me over my navy-blue knickers. To be honest, it didn't hurt that much and I think she knew it because the next time it happened she made me take them off and really went to town on me. That was one spanking I never forgot, I can tell you.
I was mortified that she should see my private parts and I tried to cover up. But she yanked my hands away and made me stand there in front of her while she looked me up and down.
By the time I reached thirteen I was just about starting to get pubic hair down there, light and downy. I was still receiving spankings and if anything more frequently. I didn't dare tell any of this to my school friends. I would never have lived it down.
Having my aunt looking at my bits and pieces really embarrassed me at the time, but I have to admit I also felt kind of aroused as well.
From then on she would make me stand in front of her and order me to take my clothes off. Sometimes when I was up over her knee I could feel her long dark hair tickling my bottom. She would do this on purpose I'm sure, at first letting it swish lightly over my skin, then she would give me a few slaps, then the `tickling-hair' treatment again, and so-on.
I began to enjoy these punishments, although we both maintained a kind of pretend ignorance of what was really going on. It was all a ruse. I think we both knew it.
I'd beg her to stop, but she'd ignore me and press me down even more firmly onto her lap. The funny thing was I didn't really want her to stop anyway. I was finding the spankings exciting in a strange way and I would get a tingling sensation between my legs that made me feel kind of sticky too.
This happened every time. I guess my aunt kind of liked doing it to me, pressing me down into her lap and parting her legs slightly so I could sink into her more. I think one time I got so excited, I actually felt something happen to me inside -- like something escaping from me. But if this was an orgasm there couldn't have been much to it at that age.
Sometimes the sensation of having been spanked would last for around 15 or 20 minutes afterwards. There would be warm tingling sensation which was really nice. I'd go and inspect myself in the long wardrobe mirror and when I saw how red and marked my bottom was, I'd get itchy and excited all over again. I could even make out the imprint of my aunt's hand in places. I'd sometimes feel the need to go to the bathroom and touch myself where it was still sticky.
She would always wait until my uncle and two girl cousins were out of the way before she'd do it. I was glad, because having the girls around, listening, or maybe even watching while their mummy spanked me would have been too shameful to contemplate. They would have teased me remorselessly.
I lost count of the times my aunt spanked me, it seemed like hundreds at the time, but perhaps my memory is tricking me. But in the end I came to look forward to it -- more and more.
Another time I'd once again got into trouble and she got me to stand in front of her. I was waiting for her to tell me to pull my knickers down, but she just leaned back in her chair, smoking her cigarette. She had a strange look in her eyes, kind of hot. She kept me standing there for ages while I got all nervous and worried, waiting to see what she wanted me to do. Finally she said: "Come on, Penelope -- take your skirt off, I haven't got all day" She was unpredictable at times. I was never sure what mood she was going to be in.
When I didn't do it straight away, she really snapped at me: "I said, take it off! If you don't do as your told and quick I'm going to give you such a smacking you'll remember it for a very long time to come, believe me."
She was obviously in a bad mood and I knew I had to get a shift on, so I did as she said right away.
"Your knickers too -- come on."
By the time I had them down to my ankles and was standing up straight again, my little thingy was all tingling and wet. I tried to cover up out of shyness, but she hurriedly stubbed her cigarette out and snatched my hands away, saying:
"Oh, no you don't! I want to see you. Feet apart, young lady, and be quick about it!"
And then she passed her hand between my legs and rubbed me ever so lightly. It made me shudder, but it was really lovely.
"So Penelope, what have we here?"
I didn't know what to say. So she spoke again.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She took her hand away and looked at her fingers. "You're wet," she said, and smartly smacked the backs of my legs. "Do you know little girls have to be punished for being wet? It's not considered ladylike."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie. I can't help it. It just happens."
"There's no such thing as `can't', Penelope. If you can't learn to control yourself I'm going to have to spank you every time it happens - do you understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Jean." And I dropped my head in shame and stared at the floor. My face felt like a furnace and I felt sort of giddy. I did so want to please her. If only she had known that.
Then she pulled me down across her, pressing me into her lap like she always did. Her dress was cool and soft and provided a moment of respite. But soon her hand was raining down hard on my backside making a crisp smacking sound which echoed off the hard ceiling.
She was muttering something I didn't quite understand under her breath as she was doing it. It was really spooky. Then she made a noise, like whimpering and soon I felt her shudder under me.
When she finally stopped, she took her hand away and let me get up. Neither of us said a word as I pulled my clothes back up.
I felt myself go red as once again she watched me go to the bathroom and close the door. She must have known why I needed to do this, because soon after she opened the door (in my haste I'd forgotten to lock it) and saw me sitting on the toilet with my hand moving between my legs. I quickly snatched it away but it was too late. She'd seen me. She didn't say a word, just gave me a knowing look and closed the door softly as she went out.
Now she had even more of a hold on me. She had not only spanked me, but had seen how it affected me and what it caused me to do.
The next time that she thought I deserved a spanking she pulled her dress up and spread her legs a bit and let me sink into her even more than usual.
I felt her open hand stroking my bottom in a kind of caress. And then she said something that really shocked me: "Do you want to play with your thingy today, Penelope?" And before I could answer she added, "I'd like to watch you if you do. Okay?" I felt so aroused I couldn't even answer.
When she finally let me up, I stepped out of my clothes and went straight to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and started playing with myself. Without a care in the world I watched as the bathroom door slowly opened. She came in and sat on the edge of the bath and undid the top buttons to her `pinny'. She put her hand inside and got her big titties out. She got hold of my free hand and made me feel them. They were soft and lovely and warm.
I felt slightly self-conscious at first, but they felt so wonderful it wasn't long before I didn't care. She watched me while I had a good feel of them with one hand and played with myself with the other at the same time. She urged me to keep doing it until I felt something give and then she said I was a good girl and could stop. It was a lovely feeling doing it in front of her while I was feeling her big titties. I just can't forget it.
She just said, "Er-hmm," tucked herself back in and went out, closing the door behind her. I could hear her muttering something as she went back down the landing.
She was spanking me every chance she got and by then I was addicted to it. I liked the stinging and burning in my bottom and I especially liked her watching me while I played with my thingy. It felt so naughty and rude.
Eventually she was spanking me with her dress pulled up around her waist and she wouldn't be wearing any panties, showing it to me. I couldn't believe how my aunt could be so hairy down there.
I would have the weirdest feeling as she'd get me to pull my skirt and knickers down and get me to stand in front of her. And at the same time she would stare at my thingy. By now I'd get really wet every time she got me over her knee. She'd pull her skirt up, part her legs and show me her lovely hairy pussy.
One time she even tried to get me to kneel down and kiss it. But as I leaned towards it, I could see that it was all kind of pink and glistening and lots of matted hair around it and suddenly I felt sick, so I didn't do it. I don't know why. I wish I could've done. I just probably hadn't been quite ready for that yet.
Before long she was joining me in the bathroom every time she could. She'd kneel down in front of me as I sat on the toilet bowl, push my legs apart and lick me. It was lovely and rude. Sometimes she'd ask me if I could wee for her and she'd try and drink it as it came out. I don't know how she could have done it.
She'd lick and suck, lick and suck until something would happen inside me. A kind of lovely melting feeling, like warm liquid running out of me. She told me this was an orgasm and asked me if I liked it. I said, yes, I loved it.
At first I was worried about how I smelled down there and also that I would wet in her mouth and she would think bad things about me, so I used to pull her head away sometimes. But after a while I got over it and she was always willing to swallow my juices and I was willing to let her. I must say it was always a very satisfactory end to each episode.
I began to feel a great affection for my aunt, and at one time I thought I was falling in love with her. Quite something when you consider I was only fourteen and she was getting on for forty. She wasn't pretty to look at, but she had lovely big titties which just made me melt. I wanted to suck them but she never let me, saying they were always too sensitive. I suspect I was so attracted to her because we had a bond.
Life had become so enjoyable. She would spank me regularly, many times for no reason at all, get me really excited, and then we'd go to the bathroom and she'd suck me until I had an orgasm. Pure bliss!
One day after another misdemeanour (I'd forgotten to pass on a telephone message) Auntie Jean gave me a really hot session and afterwards I was so desperate to get to the bathroom to relieve myself I forgot to leave the door unlocked for her. I'd just started to play with myself when I heard her try the door. I was already enjoying what I was doing without her being there and for some reason couldn't bring myself to get up and open the door (it was too far away to reach anyway once you were sitting on the toilet). She knocked loudly, shouting: "Let me in, Penelope! Right now! Come on -- open up!"
I ignored her and had my orgasm without her. By then it was pointless to let her in anyway. She seemed really upset that I'd locked her out and carried on shouting at me through the locked door.
After a while she seemed to calm down, but she said: "Just you wait till next time, young lady. I'm going to give you a real thrashing for what you just did."
And then I heard her walking away, muttering to herself. I didn't take too much notice, after all, I was used to her ways by now. But I wish I had've done.
It wasn't long before I'd committed yet another misdemeanour and this gave her the opportunity to carry out her threat.
This time she took me up to her bedroom (a first - she would usually spank me in the kitchen or lounge) and ordered me to undress completely. I knew then that she really meant business. My ears were ringing and buzzing with the scary thrill of it all. It was a weird scene and I felt really hot and sweaty with excitement. She even made me remove my little white bobby-socks, so every last bit of dignity was stripped from me. She told me to stand in front of the ottoman and to remain looking out the window while she fetched something from the drawer. She came up behind me dangled something in front of my eyes -- a pair of grubby white cotton panties, and told me to open my mouth. She stuffed them into it and ordered me to keep them there. Then she tied something over my mouth and around the back of my head to gag me. Then she did something really bizarre -- she held a pair of her black lacy panties over my nose and told me to breathe in. I could smell my aunt's womanly odour in the material so I knew these ones hadn't been washed yet. She didn't say anything but kept the panties in position for at least a minute to make sure I had a good smell of her. It made me quite light-headed for a moment. My knees started to feel weak. She then relented.
Thinking back I think she was exerting her willpower on me and casting her spell on me at the same time. I'm sure that at that moment in time she had bewitched me. I was willing to do anything for her.
As much as she enjoyed ordering me about I was just as happy to obey her. It was as if we were equal partners in a naughty, surreal game. I suppose she was enslaving me. All I knew was that it was the most exciting thing I had ever known. I didn't understand it and didn't question it. It's only now, in hindsight, with a lot more experience of life that I do understand that certain women have a desire to enslave another woman, or in my case girl, humiliate her and make her do things.
Although I knew I was in for a severe beating I wasn't overly concerned. Somehow I knew instinctively I could trust Auntie Jean to handle things and ensure I came to no real harm. It was like I was handing myself over to her completely to do what she wanted, but I knew deep down she'd look after me.
I loved the fact that I was gagged with a pair of her knickers in my mouth. I felt deliciously humiliated and subservient. So much so that I began to feel giddy and had it not been for her catching my elbow I'm sure I would have flopped onto the floor. She helped position me over the ottoman before informing me quite calmly that today my punishment would be much harsher than ever before and because of that there would be certain changes.
She wanted to hurt me more than ever before and I was to associate it with my unforgivable behaviour in the bathroom two days earlier.
She showed me what my instruments of punishment were to be - an ancient wooden school ruler and an old wooden-backed hairbrush. I realise now, looking back and understanding more about the psychology of BDSM as I do now, that showing somebody beforehand the very things that were to be used to punish them was a key element in ensuring shame and embarrassment.
First she passed the tip of the ruler under my nose and then the hairbrush, telling me to sniff them. There were strands of her hair in the bristles of the hairbrush which tickled my nose and I almost sneezed, but I could smell her hair lacquer on it. My thingy was by now sopping wet.
Then she fetched something else from the drawer and once again she knelt behind me. This time she passed something over my eyes. It was a blindfold of the kind somebody taking a nap in the middle of the day might wear. She told me this would make my sense of feeling keener and encourage me to concentrate on my punishment. Now I was blind as well as dumb. She wanted me to think about what she was doing to me and why she was doing it.
She kept her promise and gave me the most severe beating I'd ever had, so much so that I fainted. She confessed to me after, that she was really worried she had injured me permanently and that she promised never to beat me that hard again. She also admitted that she had experienced an intense orgasm during the beating, and this made all my discomfort worthwhile because I had satisfied her. I was now completely under my aunt's influence.
Everything was perfect for almost seven months during which time I'd tried my best to please and obey her. She gave me only light to medium-hard beatings from then on which would always result in an intense orgasm for me, sometimes into a pair of her own satin panties that she'd asked me to wear which was just fantastic. I loved the feel of the silky satin and the effect of being spanked while wearing these was incredibly sexy. I wanted these sessions to go on forever.
And then one day, one of my cousins came home early and caught us at it, and I mean at it. She had me on the bed licking me when Claire walked in on us. She had come home earlier than expected from school and we hadn't heard her come in.
From that moment on my aunt saw fit to allow Claire to spank me too, just to stop her from telling Uncle Jack about us which she had threatened to do. Claire could be quite devious sometimes, which seemed to be at odds with her outward pleasantness.
She kept her word and never told him but she did tell her older sister, Susan, 16, and from that point she was also allowed to join in the fun too because my aunt was worried about her spilling the beans to my uncle.
Now I had two girls and a mature woman all giving me a good hiding whenever the fancy took them. I was completely under their control and had to answer to their every beck-and-call. But I loved it, I really did.
Sometimes they'd have me dress up as a little girl, all flouncy, which I loved. They'd make up my face and put me in a wig with ringlets. Then they'd systematically tease and strip me until I was just in little girls' underwear and they'd take time to stare at my wetness before each taking their turn to spank me.
At least one of them was always finding something that I had done wrong, just so they could all spank me, sometimes one straight after the other. Sometimes it needed no excuse for them to dish out their punishment. But I have to say I was blissfully happy during this period. I was in absolute heaven.
So this was how I came to be under the spell of female domination. Formative and happy days indeed!
The End